#could be a great setup for smut 👀

[andorerso]

Jyn Erso was 21? she should have been at the club....

[dragonnarrative-writes]

super curious about your wip ‘honeybee’ if no one’s asked already? 👀

For the WIP Ask Game!

You know how I lament, constantly, that I can't just write smut? That there's always gotta be a long setup? Well Honeybee is/was a story where I tried to cut that down as much as possible by doing a brief intro and then jumping into smut. I was unsuccessful, but mostly because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to write. I don't know if I'll ever come back to this concept, but please enjoy the little bit I have.

CW: Discussions of sex, established GhostSoap, established PriceGaz, barracks bunny oc, no smut!

The 141 on leave and a couple of drinks in is probably Soap’s favorite version of the team. The captain always buys the first two rounds before settling down with two fingers of whiskey for the rest of the night, grinning around his cigar. Gaz likes to get fancy beers and ciders, keeps track of what he likes on an app, but three drinks in, he’s just a happy guy, leaning in being generally tactile. Even Ghost lets loose a little bit, hood up but face unmasked as he sips at his beer, then straight bourbon. But tonight, his third drink is a cocktail, of all things.

“Since when do you drink cocktails, LT,” Gaz asks before Soap can. He’s grinning, gives a Ghost a slap on the arm that he normally wouldn’t dare.

“I’m a man of many tastes,” Ghost says before sipping his blackberry bourbon smash with the tiniest of straws. “But I like blackberries. Reminds me of a girl.”

Soap can’t stop himself from making a questioning noise, “You got a girl in Manchester, then?”

Ghost snorts, “If I had this girl in Manchester, you think I’d be here with you fuckers? Nah, this was years ago.”

Soap gulps his drink to drown the reflexive hurt he feels at the declaration. What he and Ghost have is new-ish, but it’s certainly not exclusive. What happens on base and what happen on leave are two different worlds. He must not be as subtle as he thinks he is, though, because Ghost sways in to knock shoulders with him and squeezes his knee.

“Well go on, tell us about her,” Gaz pushes.

Ghost thinks about it for a moment before speaking. “American, contractor. Don’t really remember what we was workin’ on, but she showed up on base one day to assist in medical. Fit as fuck. Brown skin, dark eyes, curves like you wouldn’t believe. Great tits. Could pick her up by the waist easy, but I would’ve needed an extra pair of hands for her arse. Called her Honeybee.”

“Wait,” Price cuts in, pointing at Ghost around his cigar, “Honeybee with the tattoo?”

Ghost smirks, “Oh, so you’ve met her.”

Price huffs a laugh and wipes a hand down his face, “Mary and Joseph, that woman…”

Soap grins, jealousy completely washed away. He’d leave Ghost on base for a weekend with a woman that makes Price sound like that. “A barrack’s bunny?”

Price rubs his face, “I wouldn’t call her that. More like a hurricane.”

Ghost laughs and takes an actual sip of his drink. “Think that was the first time I woke up sore two days in a row from sex. Slowest run time of my life the next morning.”

“Two man job,” Price said around his cigar, “at least.”

Soap knows the stars in Gaz’s eyes are mirrored in his own. He’s never heard the captain talk about his exploits, let alone Ghost. Soldiers brag, of course, he’s done his share of big talk to impress his squad. But this is Price and Simon, cream of the crop, best of the best and the backbones of the 141.

“Sounds like it was,” Ghost snickered. “Saw her every other night for two weeks, pretty sure she was just trading between our rooms the whole job.”

Gaz makes a skeptical sound, “Two weeks with the both of you didn’t wear her out?”

“Oi, yeah,” Soap says. “Yuptae that she needs two tadgers?”

“Some day,” Ghost says, putting a gentle hand on Soap’s shoulder. “I’m going to send you to school to learn English.”

“Fuck off,” Soap laughs.

“He asked why she’d need both of you,” Gaz says gamely. “And I know how Price fucks, and I’ve heard Ghost fuck, so it’s a damn good question.”

“Ghost has a type,” Price says with a chuckle. “Energy for days. Could barely slow her down. But she was a lot of fun.”

“More fun that me?” Gaz asks, face stricken and voice full of mischief.

“No one’s more fun than you, sweet boy,” Price assures him.

“Gross,” Soap declares. “Tell me more about Honeybee.”

[thatgirlwithasquid]

Hiiii! It’s me, harringroveera! I’m really curious about Fairy Tale and kinktober somno 👀👀👀 sounds hella exciting already

Hiii! 💕

Fairy Tale is a Beauty and the Beast Steddie AU that I haven't touched in well over a year by now, but I've been thinking about it recently and kinda wanna pick it back up 🫣

I originally started writing it for the Harringroveson Bingo back in 2022 alongside the Broken Soulmarks wip. I think 'Fairy Tale' may well have been the prompt itself, I chose to do Beauty and the Beast because there was a lot of Kas!Eddie stuff going around at the time that inspired me and thought it could work

It's a dark-ish fic that takes place in the Upside Down where Steve pretty much indentures himself to a monstrous vampire!Eddie in exchange for Dustin's safe passage back to Hawkins. I reread what I wrote for it yesterday(?) and it's actually really good??? I have no clue why I abandoned it in the middle of chapter 2

Snippet:

Whatever this thing was, it was all wrong. Unnatural. It carried it’s gait in a hunched-over manor, like the sheer weight of it was pulling it down. Like the earth itself, even in this monstrous realm, was calling this thing back to the ground, towards death and decay where its skin may be feasted upon by rot, because something such as this should never have come into creation.  What was worse, as the thing righted itself from where it had fallen to the floor, was that the body was almost that of a man. Almost if not for wings encased in shadow that stretched out about him like deep, dark gateways into the blackness beyond. They were bigger than the thing’s body, spiked tips dragging along the floor as it righted itself, rolling its shoulders and raising its neck. Steve had the distinct impression that its eyes, hidden behind a shroud of dark, matted hair, were trained on him.

Kinktober - Somno is exactly what it says on the tin lmao. I'm still only halfway through the first draft (it's not great so far but I'm fully intending on neatening up after I succeed the battle with my asexuality to even get the whole thing out in the first place) but it's a fun challenge to work on.

It's, as to be expected, a harringrove somnophilia fic for harringrove kinktober. But it is coming out weirdly domestic? It's established relationship Harringrove and I made the little bit of setup cuter than I meant to, but y'know what the guys deserve it <3

They're just boyfriends with unfortunately busy work days who are horny for each other. As they should be. I have faith they can work it out, they're living together in this fic after all

Snippet:

His day had been long; he’d picked up some overtime at the garage, working on cars until the sun was dipping dangerously close to the horizon before even considering going home. It wasn’t something he did every day, but without Steve at home in the evenings he didn’t see any rush to get back to an empty apartment. Maybe Max had been right about them needing a cat, something to keep Billy company in the hours between the end of his shift and the end of Steve’s. For now, though, Billy had a tupperware of leftover takeout and a battered, old copy of his favourite book.  Within twenty minutes his eyes were drooping and the words on the pages blurred together. 

(not sharing any snippets of the actual smut quite yet cause it definitely needs another draft first hahaha)

[mikeysbabygirl]

Hii, can I please request a quiet uninterested reader that works as a hacker for bonten and sometimes helps koko with his work? And he can't stop thinking about her so he acts on it, but realizes that she's a little dom 👀 pretty please 💕

24K spider web

Warning : 18+, Minors DNI. Explicit smut ( just as every writing of mine lol ), dirty talk.

SYNOPSIS : Classy hacker! Reader x Bonten! Hajime Kokonoi.

WC : I DON'T KNOOOW.

The hacker.

Cargo pants, chunky boots, sleeveless hoodie, giant backpack...

Does it ring a bell ? If it does, don't open the door.

This ain't you.

See, pink is the new black.

Glittery keypads, manicured nails typing on the light keys, 24K GOLD MacBook with diamond encrusted Apple logo, designer dresses and your Guerlain Rouge red lipstick in your iconic red Lamborghini.

Bonten has never been a basic mafia organization, it was only fair enough that their hacker was not an everyday hacker.

But shall we start by introducing the frame first ?

Once upon a time, a few years and mistakes ago, through a brighter day, the ghost of a father brought his daughter a computer.

A clear, straightforward path.

She would be hearing the children of her age playing outside while learning to master algorithms, heart shaped eyes, looking at her hero. He wasn't often home, but when he would be, he was eyes glued to that magic box that had much more fun than her. She figured out the only way she would ever see that sparkle in his hues was when she would follow his golden footsteps.

Small fingerprints marked the keyboard keys' at the rhythm he likes, drawing the stars she always wanted to see in his eyes, she was a prodigy.

Too much.

She was too curious for her damn own good, and she liked to break things. She was good at gaining computer's trust, and her hobby was to see just how far she could push the things.

Government doesn't like people who excel at finding creatives ways to break things.

Diamond bracelet that the years of working as a freelance hacker provided you got replaced by tight handcuffs, you indeed went too far.

Luck finally smiled at you with an unsmiling Sano Manjiro visiting you at the incarceration center. Heaven lost an angel the day you signed up in Bonten, as their private prodigy hacker, in exchange, dirty money, corrupted lawyers and government opened your prison cell's doors.

That is how the legend was born.

Kokonoi would always remember the first day you stepped inside the Bonten premises, Valentino stilettos clicking against the floor, lustrous and smooth hair swaying with your every move, styling a white structured coat-dress, as if hours ago you weren't Kept under heavy guard in one of the most secure prisons in the state.

-" The great thing about people using technology to protect them is that I can hack it. Now if it was some giant monster with teeth protecting them, we would have a problem. But this ? This is not a problem. "

Those were the first words you uttered on your first day, entering your new office with most of the team waiting for you in it.

They were about to find out how undeniably talented you were.

Mafia's were transforming toward the digital world, you were the key for them to undergo that change to this new era.

-" I'll have you hooked up to the camera feed in no time. You'll be able to see everything they can."

This definitely expedited the process of many of their missions.

The whole mafia world was amazed by the speed with which the Bonten made this transition into cybercrime, you were climbing the ladder at an incredible speed, earning the respect of all your colleagues and even that of the big boss.

-" they are not the only one to know how to jam a signal ".

Sitting on your throne, in front of your brand new purple computer setup with almost all of the executives surrounding you, you had promised to win the cyber war. Hajime was in the front row to witness your victory against the hacker of the biggest Chinese mafia. He felt himself drifting away from years of numbness while looking at those stars in your eyes.

Unfortunately, that wasn't an everyday sight. Mikey hadn't probably been the sweetest person in the world in order to convince you to work for them, Sanzu was very likely not the best office neighbor you could have had, and Ran's flirtatious ways were not the most pleasant thing to begin the day with, yet he always thought you would eventually warm up to your co-workers.

It is quite relevant to say that you have never been close to it.

You barely talked about anything else than the work, nobody was used to catch a sight of you outside of your work hours, sometimes they would even feel lucky if your eyes met one of theirs on your way to your office.

This had earned you quite a reputation within the gang, it is indeed well-known that mystery piques all interests, your ice cold fueled passion's fire.

At the prime of his career, having everything he wanted the minute he thought about it, Kokonoi lacked a good exciting chase, no need to say you more than fitted the task.

Something about not knowing, not being able to read you like an open book made it harder to not think about you.

Just as now, sitting quietly on the chair next to yours in your office after asking your help for some work, he could not take his eyes away from you.

The long hours of work took their toll on your hair. It was now loose, cascading around your face, dimly lit by the purple light of your screen. It was late, nearly everyone must be home now, still he did not felt guilty at all for keeping you longer.

Graceful, the word circled in his head as he contemplated the glow of your skin under the aesthetic light. Anyone would have felt his eyes on them if he stared at them just as he was doing with you, but you didn't even turned an eye on him, too focused on finishing the work in the shortest possible time and in the most immaculate way, as always.

-" that's it, give it to mommy. Stop resisting... " He thought he heard you uttering, Kokonoi's eyes widened slightly before he straightened on his chair, snorting.

-" Do I need to leave y'all alone maybe or... ?"

God, he felt as if he was a virgin young boy again, waiting for the slightest smile of the girl who caught his eye. Except it was way easier to get Akane to smile back then, and that you barely looked at him now.

-" my work is a computer confidence trick. " You explained, still typing whatever on your keypad. " Hacking is mostly finding ways around security, not through it. "

The man next to you placed his elbows on your desk, earning a side glance from you while he leaned over a little bit.

-" that supposed to explain why you're flirting with a screen ?"

-" that supposed to be funny ? " You tilted your head to the side, not giving him a single look, hearing another snort. " You have your love, I have my computer. Now back off. "

He was rather surprised, though you were often cold, you rarely spoke in such a sour tone.

-" My love ?" It was his turn to tilt his head, questioningly, you shrugged.

-" your love, your money, whatever".

-" I see the iceberg knows a little about me, should I feel flattered ? "

You peered at him through the corner of your eye, finding his eyes already glued on you. Nothing you were not used to, honestly, though he was more inconspicuous than the other executives and co-workers when he contemplated you, you still worked there enough to notice his lingering stare on you.

-" if it makes you feel better " you shrugged again, his smile faltered getting replaced by a bored expression. He couldn't get it, why did you like so much to play pretend ? Obviously, he was eye catching and impressive, you would not be the first one to ever enjoy getting his attention so he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you treated him as if he was like everyone else.

-" that was not an answer ".

You sighed, finally turning your head to look at him, he froze, lost on the way your eyeliner outlined the shape of your eyes perfectly.

-" I've been working for with for a while now, I don't need a Trojan horse to know you're a sucker for money. "

As much as your words could sound contemptuous, your tone was flat and empty, it showed that you had no hostility in your voice, you were too uninterested for that.

He leaned more over the desk, locking eyes with yours with his face only inches away, your perfume invaded his nostrils and he wished it could have been possible to close his eyes slightly and enjoy the enticing scent.

-" No matter how far you go, you work for me. Never forget that, sweetheart ".

Something flickered through your irises the minute you heard him and he had caught it. Though shining under a purple soft light, your gaze was made of daggers and shards, your organized chaos beginning to shatter inside you.

He was no one to address you in such a contemptuous way. Yes, he is more senior than you, and as wealthy as you were he was probably more so, but that wasn't a good enough reason to play macho, certainly not with you.

Turning your swivel chair toward him, you raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. His gaze swung quickly to your chest that this gesture put even more in value, through your shirtless white tuxedo blazer, then came back to the way your pupils shrunk and your eye color deepened when you leaned over the desk too, an untamed beauty, he thought.

-" You might be the one writing the checks, I keep up the guard's 'round your bank account. One two clicks and you're broke. "

The carnivorous grin that curled his lips the next second should have made you at least flinch, it was his challenge smile, the one he did before winning a new contract he knew he got in pocket.

Now, because of him, you were more wolf than woman. Eye roasting him while he slowly got up from his seat, taking his time to dust off his suit pants then walking around to stand up behind you, leaning over your head while resting his arms on the back of your chair.

You threw your head back and let your eyes bore into his, not the least impressed or intimidated by his proximity. With that cool blanket of indifference and cat's eye air, sharp magnificent sword-like looks dragged across his soul, igniting inner snake instincts to bite.

-" This is a threat ? 'cause love, the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of the river."

And to think you were just mentally noting how cute he was, overlooking you from his height with his feline-like eyes and a hair strand falling close to your face.

You raised an eyebrow and parted your lips open, his eyes lingered there before coming back to your hues, guts stirring because of the rare sight of a smirk on your face.

As if you were going to be scared of him.

-" barking dogs never bite. "

A dry laughter escaped his mouth, making your smile widen. His right hand moved to grab your shoulder, while the left one moved your loose hair to the other side, he swallowed thick air staring at the naked soft-looking skin of your neck, and let his lips brush your ear with every following word of him.

-" d'ya think prison is the worst place you could go ?" Right hand traveled down your blazer, wrapped around your neck, index finger got pressed on the plump of your lips. " pull some shit like that again and I’ll have you thrown in places that’ll make prison seem like a wet fucking dream.”

Your smile never faltered, however something about how those eyelids drooped seemed as the first smoke hints of a wildfire.

Plutus, young god of abundance in this city, he might be. Yet he was standing on top of the goddess of not only webs but also spiders, warfare, Athena. He could feel them snakes serpentine around his body each more seconds you were staring, burning holes on him.

Fascinating, least he could say. Kissed by magenta, glowing and consuming his interest, and there to remind that being the light means being made of fire.

His finger that was resting on your lips, you bit, as a snake injecting sweet venom that coursed through his veins, fueling a hard-on. Red lips, white teeth around his finger, any pain was long forgotten for a sharp desire of ripping open the soft neck skin under his digits, crawling inside and never leave.

-" See, babydoll" he pulled his finger out of your mouth, still smiling as if you weren't ready to draw blood out of it. " Barking dogs can actually bite ".

And there you were again, solar plexus fire, and for some reasons his chest seemed to open up like wild flower around you. He could not stay any longer, what he thought was an iceberg turned out to cut sharper, hit hard like a dart tearing apart slashes of his heart and leaving a nasty scar.

He took his eyes off you and as he removed his hand from your skin, the temperature suddenly dropped. Kokonoi turned around, without a glance behind him.

-" now be a nice bitch, want that work on my desk by tomorrow. "

Not to be mistaken, he was a nice person, a good boss even if a bit demanding, nevertheless he always respected his employees. However, he saw no reason to respect the person who insidiously reduced him to ashes without even trying, the one who managed to disrespect him and yet keep him so intrigued, attracted.

You haven't actually been offended by the insult, honestly was it far away the sweetest thing you have heard about you that day. What started on the other hand, playing on your nerves was the way he went thinking he could order you around, and God knows it was hard to get a reaction out of you. Indeed, he was your supervisor, yet no one not even Sano Manjiro ever adressed you in such a condescending tone.

You let him make his way toward the door of your office, letting him think he actually had the last word.

Letting him bath in his ego for three more seconds.

Two.

One.

-" you mean like the nice bitches working their asses out to provide you money ?" You turned in your swivel chair to face his stiffened back, hand frozen on the door handle. " Hajime motherfucker Kokonoi wouldn't worth a single penny, if not the brothel's pussies."

The way he slowly turned toward you screamed indignation, his darkened expression fed your devastating hunger of power.

If it has been someone else from the gang, namely Sanzu or Mikey, a bullet would already been lodged between your two razor-shape shining eyes. But it was Hajime, fortunately or not for you, he preferred to win his battles out of wit.

And maybe, there was something louder than your words, the roaring of your siren eyes and the deafening chaos in your smile.

Making his way back to you, with every step the room seemed smaller, as if he was getting caught in a spider's web while approaching.

He put his elbows on each armrest of your chair, almost closing the distance between your two faces dimly lit by the dark light.

-" say it to my face, and I might not make you scream".

You playfully tilted your head to the side, his eyes fell on your smirking lips, he licked his, bringing your gaze on them.

-" heard you had some eyesight troubles, now you're telling me you have trouble hearing ? Damn, spend some money on a doctor".

He scoffed and ignored your jab.

-" Too afraid to repeat ? Pussy".

-" indeed. I don't see any dick in this room. "

-" Ask nicely and you shall receive" his smirk made him look attractive, you couldn't lie. Something about his teases screamed to be tamed by you, you couldn't just deny how electric the atmosphere around you was.

-" trade all your money and I might just grant you a glance".

Everything about his face told you he liked what he was seeing, he pulled your swivel chair closer to him, knee slipping between your white pants' clothed legs, your expensive perfume as a snake dance hypnotizing his senses.

As if your mysterious personality didn't got him low-key obsessed by you for months, the crumbs you were currently providing were heroin-like addictive, he could barely take his eyes off of you, your face, your cleavage, your hair.

And though his mind ached to shut you down, to cut that snake's head, to wipe the spider's web.

His heart screamed, go, be the light, be the flame, burn him until he is screaming your name.

-"pussy like yours ? Baby, I eat them for breakfast."

-" Is it ?" You teased and approached your face to his, nose and lips almost brushing against his. His minty hot breath hit your cheek in the most exquisite fire.

-" mhm" he nodded, keeping his hues glued to yours, swimming in the darkest ocean he had ever seen.

-" Then pray tell me why... "

You stood up, making him straighten his back at the same time and unfolded your shirtless blazer and plunging neckline.

-" Months of eye fucking me, and I still never felt your tongue tasting me even once ?"

Kokonoi swallowed as discreetly as he could, glad for his hair falling around his face to hide his probably heating ears. If your fierce looks weren't enough to make his pants tighter, your words and his imagination definitely were.

And you weren't done, making a step toward him, you bit your lower lip and frowned, giving him such a cute picture of your usually impassive face.

-" I think you can only afford " pussy like mine ", replicas. Original's too expensive, hm ?"

-" You're playing with fire. "

He had warned, at the edge, burning from anger or lust, those two were just too similar. Wild, fierce, destructive, ruthless, sexy, enticing, sensual, mesmerizing.

All were words that fitted both his hatred and his desire for you, fitted you.

Your smile grew wider, things were finally getting interesting. Since you came here, it was the first time you saw something challenging, worth your attention.

-" Then light me up. "

You commanded, his breath got caught in his throat.

The snake tightened its grip around his body.

-" Light me up. "

You insisted, closing the distance between the two of you. Though you were shorter, you pressed your chest to his, lifting your head to meet his ice-cold gaze with your burning one.

And with your body pressed against his, he was a goner.

Caught in the spider's web.

-" light me up ! go 'head and light me up !"

The tarantula drove its fangs into the young god's body.

He would have thought you tasted carbon disulfide-like, or at least that capsaicin would have burn his taste buds, yet if felt like candy, your tongue rolling around his while you fought for dominance, though he never has been a sweet tooth, he knew he could grow addicted to your sweet taste.

His hands found your waist in a firm grip, pressing you tighter against his body to make you feel just how your fire got him.

That is not what you meant by lighting you up, but honestly you wouldn't complain. He was indeed a good kisser, his lips were fleshy yet soft, a firm cloud fighting hard with yours, did he knew he couldn't cage a tornado with his hands around its waist ?

You pulled out from the kiss seconds later, panting heavily, he couldn't find it in him to open his eyes, afraid that the feeling of flying high would disappear as soon as you would push him away.

He couldn't believe you actually kissed him back, and that he even found the courage to kiss you. You, the graceful and dark side of the moon, the submerged iceberg part. If you had to push him away, he would like to keep the ecstasy a little longer.

But when he opened his eyes, and his heart missed a beat when he locked them with the prettiest face he had ever seen, seeing no hesitation in it, no refusal, his lips rushed to find yours again, and they welcomed him even better than the first time, swallowing his heart out of his chest.

You had kissed him so he found his departed soul again, kissed him into finding his way home again, the light he lost long in this world, breathing a sorrowful joy into his soul.

As if you whispered a story in your kiss, for him to realize that every story comes to an end, and every end means a new beginning.

Though he could not get enough of your lips, he needed more, the beautiful foreigner with familiar eyes tasted the sweetest drugs to pass his lips, the highest of highs, he ached for you to stay and give him just one more sweet fix.

You pulled away again, his heart raced faster when your hands flew to his Louis V dress shirt, unbuttoning his wrapped desire. Golden rings felt cold against your heating skin as the back of his hand rested slightly against your cheek, giving you one of the most worshipping looks you have seen in your life.

-" pretty girl, watch baby give this body some good love, yeah ?"

As much as his words, and brown eyes under the aesthetic light set fire to your core, you had other plans.

Once you were done with his dress shirt, grabbing him by his collar you switched your two positions, and faster than he could ever react, in a swift movement the outsole of your stilettos pushed his chest away-not aggressively though- just to get him sitting on the swivel chair that moved toward the desk under his weight.

Kokonoi's eyes widened, he didn't see your move coming and was even more taken aback when the few buttons of your blazer were undone before his eyes, the latter falling to the floor.

You lay your armor down and your crown shows off, and you display a collection of all the things that makes you wonderful and unique, as if you were an exhibition under his expert eyes that couldn't find anything to criticize, a work of art. His cold lustful eyes preying on your physique, stinky soul searching for you, such a treasure, just for him. Almost not wanting to blink so he wouldn't mess an inch of your body during that blink of the second.

-" Not letting a man tell me what I should do with my cunt. I'mma take the lead. "

As you became a loaded gun, his suffering is tempting, is addictive, is attractive, your fire takes ahold of him controls him, he is passive.

You had woke up the beast inside him, craving you so badly that a wild storm came surging from his core.

-" Fenty Savage " he notes as you got closer to him, eyes glued on your floral lace unlined bra, and pants that soon found the ground, revealing the thong in the same pattern riding your lips. The soft lavender color sang the praises of your skin too louder for him not to notice it, and he thought, that body was not made for a chair and a desk, nor for an orange prison suit, but for walking on a damn red carpet.

-" I see you know your stuff mister money maker " your hoarse but soft voice whispers while you straddled his lap. Above him, the money god was nothing but a devoted servant praying to his goddess with worshipper's hands venturing out and roaming the miles of your burning flesh to your back.

Koko leaned in, his mouth writing wet poems at your neck, your muscles numb by the divine sensation of his silent words and the soft texture of his lips.

He kissed your neck, smelled it, you smelled of water colours, of empty canvases wanting to be stained, every inch of your flesh whispering its desire to be tagged to his ears. Craving you was a strange poison coursing through his veins and filling his senses with a wanting that felt like it had control over him, pulled him down and licked his neck, runned its fingers all over him. Then, he found you, teasing him while your hands were playing with his belt you were undoing. He did the same for your bra, that fell to the ground and was rewarded by the sight of your bare chest. Lips traced your jaw, collarbone, then his tongue ice skated on the burning skin of your chest, talking to your heart, revealing to it the secrets of months spent daydreaming about this moment.

You felt the tissue between your legs get seriously wet and the fact that his lips suddenly captured your nipple activated the throbbing in your cunt.

-" goddamn softie" he praised your breast, your hands shaking from pleasure lowered his pants and underwear just enough to free his hard member, a pretty long six inches with an angry red tip, and you heard a grunt at the same time your palm wrapped around his length.

That enticing look in your eyes had Koko craving for more, your hand wrapped around his most secret part felt like a prison, yet he wanted the walls of that cell to close on him. Your grip tightened around him as you started stroking his cock and he had to separate from your breasts to catch some breath. Exposing his throat to you, you started putting some wet kisses on his jaw, smelling and licking his neck while he started thrusting his hips against your hand.

-" Fuck, too much... "

-" Shhh, fancy boy. 'm gonna take good care of you, yeah ?"

He nodded, in the hot air around, he wondered if he felt himself burning in your fire or melting like sugar on your tongue. You teased animals out of him, but what's wild shoud run free and that night, he would howl for you. Letting his fingers mold on your waist's skin, you tailor-made fit for him, yet he still got you under his skin.

He would gladly have closed his eyelids in order to sink deeper in the fueling pleasure, yet his eyes were captivated, your every curve, every edge his hues were swallowing, they say when people are naked they are on their most vulnerable state, but you, god, you never looked that powerful. Not in Louis V, not in Gucci, but in your birthday suit, a Greek goddess was perched on top of his body from your face so kissable to your imperfectly perfect body, you looked straight out from a playboy magazine and he would never close an eye on this.

His attention was brought to his pleasure again when it disappeared, your hand was no longer on his length, you snorted at his almost panicked expression and reached for your Chanel handbag on the desk behind the chair, he watched with curious eyes while you took the aluminium package out of it and sat back on his lap, biting your lower lip slightly and smiling while opening that one with manicured nails.

-" I don't know about you, Koko. But I think the world would do way better without a human mix of you and me rocking them Gucci shoes".

He laughed in a breath, watching as you slid the condom down his length, you lifted your body slightly for him to slide your underwear down, and threw your head back in a melodious moan while his finger smoothly found your clit with sweet torturing orchestrations.

-" Go 'head, love " he whispered against your neck's skin, feeling you starting to wet his lap. " Kill me".

He commanded, you obeyed for once. Clinging to his shoulders, you lined up your entrance with his tip and started sinking on him, you let out a gasp at the stretch. He was not even completely inside but you would swear you never felt that full.

-" Gotcha, love. Would ya take me in ?" He inquired in a hoarse voice, you raised an eyebrow though with parted open mouth from pleasure, was it a challenge? His eyes were teasing, it was.

Your cunt was throbbing around him and by the way he began cursing under his breath, sweat dripping slightly from his forehead, you understood he noticed too.

- " Shit, so tight. ya feel so good !"

As if he wasn't filling every part of you, you ignored every hard obstacle and started bouncing on him, setting your own rhythm to show who had the upper hand. It almost drove him crazy, how you would always crack the finish line and go overdrive.

His head dropped on your shoulder, slightly biting on the flesh hearing your moans echoing through the office. You were the wildfire that destroyed his guts like old trees, caressing their branches as your flames danced all over him.

-" fancy pussy" he grunt against your skin while you were busy chasing your high and bringing his. " Takes my cock better than any bitch-"

-" The original" you half laughed half moaned, feeling your walls independently tightening around him, you were closed, and by the way his eyes rolled, he was too.

- " Hajime!" Without even thinking, you found yourself moaning his first name that you never used, you did not even know how it came suddently to your mouth.

About Koko ? A firework would be an understatement to describe what he felt when he heard you screaming his first name in pleasure.

Your moans were music to him that let his body on fire, but calmed his soul in peace. A music that no word can ever sing. And his breaths were the rythme which embraced your body but caressed your soul, a tune that no symphony can ever play.

- " Say it again " he ordered, while you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

-" Hajime " you repeated, and he did not even tried to fight the urge of crashing his lips against yours.

He felt himself in the deepest parts of your soul, his body was so much on fire that his mind could not comprehend. All he could assimilate was the deep-throated groans that escaped his lips and the goosebumps he got into his torso while your bare chest was brushing against him.

In the center of that poem, discarded clothes, nudity, bodies roaming each other, his thumb reached for your clit and only minutes later, you came undone, clenching around him and making him come in the condom as well.

-" my baby's the prettiest when she comes" he teasingly breathed, then nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck when his high started feeling too ecstatic, so reluctant to the idea of leaving your perfect warmth that even minutes after you two finally caught your breathes, he still didn't pulled out.

Your fingers found his chin to lift his head toward you.

-" You did so well for me, Hajime. I'm proud of you, pretty boy ".

Something in his chest squeezed too hard, no matter if it was due to your honest gaze that he saw for the first time, or your words. No one ever took the time to tell him how good he did, that they were proud of him, he has been achieving an endless goal with no obvious end, and through the continuous wanting and craving for more, you reassured him, you touched him ever so softly, more than he had ever been in his life. You gave rest to his homeless soul.

And for once, he had been grateful that life broke him, for he finally found someone who he eventually thought might fill the empty spaces.

But you were way too far gone, a moment, keeping you was as trying to hold water in hands, and before he even tried, you were already slipping between his fingers, putting back all your clothes.

-" where to ?" He anxiously asked, putting his pants back. You emptily gazed at him, your distant gaze now back and he had to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

Why was he suddenly feeling so bitter ? Didn't he thought that once the challenge taken and the mysterious person opened up, the constant thoughts would go ?

But no, now they seemed even stronger, and louder. He was left unsatisfied, left wanting more, the soft touches and the tough ones, the rough words and the few sweet ones, the burning gazes, everything seemed so close yet so far already.

He stood up, taking back his shirt that you threw toward him and giving you a questioning look.

-" Home, obviously? Oh and, I just gave you the best pussy of your life. I'm definitely taking a day off tomorrow".

Through his worry, he couldn't help but let his lips curl into a slight smile, buttoning his shirt back, he bit his lower lip.

-" you tellin' me your over productive ass would accept some rest ?"

You winced while approaching your desk and taking your bag, he was right though you never talked about it, he probably noticed how you plunged in work and over worked yourself. You froze however when you heard him add.

-" Take me home, and I'll give my pretty girl a reason to stay in bed".

You turned to face him with a smile on your face that made his heart raced faster.

-" already obsessed or what ?"

Yes, absolutely yes.

-" well..." He made a step toward you, his hands flew to your hair, putting it back in place before dropping to his sides and locking eyes with you. " I may be starting to want you for myself ".

You scoffed, grabbing your Lambo keys and turning around, making his chest tightened.

Stopping right in front of the door, you didn't turned around when you uttered.

-" Fine. But I'm driving. "

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I hope you like it, anon !

I don't even know why I need to make my characters fight in EVERY thing... Enemies to lovers trope 🤦🏻‍♀️ but it's 7am and I haven't slept the night so goodnight!

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