#he has no shirt on in my file 🤭

[silverselfshippingchaos]

THIS IS SO FUNNY AJDHQKEH

[obsesssedblerd]

18 with Gojo and my life is YOURS 🤭

#18: “Were you watching me just now?” 

[18+ content below, MDNI]

pairing: satoru gojo x f! reader

contains: smut, reader catching gojo masturbating, cowgirl, office sex, unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, gojo being cocky, a bit of crack bc reader is slightly unserious lol, use of pet names (pretty girl)

likes, reblogs and comments appreciated <3 

a/n: prompt edited slightly bc gojo is gojo lol. also, y’all know that one meme that goes something like “i be like “fuck him” and then end up actually fucking him”? lmao yeah.

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You hated working long hours, but the amount of curses that have been spotted in Tokyo during the last few weeks have given you, your colleagues and the students plenty to do.

With Suguru Geto keeping a close eye on the first-years as they complete their mission, and Kento Nanami doing the same for the second-years, that leaves you alone at the school late at night, silently completing some paperwork. 

Well, you thought you were alone. 

You walk through the empty halls of Jujutsu Tech, thumbing through some files that Yaga accidentally left you. They actually belong to the colleague that you thought about way more than you should; Satoru Gojo. As you approach his office, your steps slow as you raise an eyebrow in confusion. 

The sliding door is slightly cracked, and the light is on. You know that he works the most out of everyone here, however, it’s your first time seeing him at the school so late. It’s nearly midnight. You’re about to call out his name, but stop when you hear it—the soft exhale, almost like a blissful sigh. Curious, you peek through the crack in the door, and your eyes widen at the sight in front you. 

Satoru Gojo is fully leaned back in his chair with an arm tucked behind his head, his shirt raised just enough to expose his chiseled abs, and his pants are unbuttoned. Your eyes drift lower, and heat rises to your face when you see him stroking his cock. You know it’s wrong, and you know that you should look away, however, you can’t. 

The matching jacket to his uniform isn’t anywhere to be found, and he’s wearing a dark shirt, which is just a little bit tight since his muscles bulge with every movement. You’ve worked alongside him for two years, but this is your first time seeing just how defined and strong his body is. His cock is long and thick, and a small part of you feels jealous of his hand, wishing that you were the one touching and stroking. 

Your stomach flips. Fuck, what are you thinking?

Satoru’s head tilts back a bit to settle against his arm, and he lets out a deep, barely-audible groan as he continues to relieve himself. The sound of it makes your body grow warm. Though his blindfold is on, you can tell that his eyes are shut. You notice an earbud in one of his ears, however, his phone is face down on the desk next to him. Not watching something, but listening to something. You never thought that he’d be the type to prefer audio over visual porn. 

His chest rises and falls with each quiet breath, and you wonder if he does this whenever the school is empty and he just has a few minutes to himself. Since he’s the main one constantly handling difficult missions, meetings with the higher-ups and training the students, you assumed that he barely had time for anything else. Being the strongest sorcerer seems far too intense. The work, teaching the next generation, dealing with the Limitless technique and the Six Eyes, being the one who—

Your heart drops when you suddenly remember. Six Eyes. Six Eyes. There’s absolutely no way he doesn’t know that you’re there right now. 

You quietly turn around and walk down the hall as quietly as you can back to your office, absolutely hating yourself for staying as long as you did.  

Not even two minutes go by until you’re thinking about Satoru in his office again. You exhale and continue writing reports, desperately trying to ignore the slight ache between your thighs. On your desk, your phone begins to vibrate. You think it’s Suguru Geto with an update, but it’s not. 

It’s him. 

You take a few seconds to contemplate your next move, then end up picking up the phone, keeping your voice as level as possible. “Hello? It’s late.” 

“Like what you saw?” Satoru asks smugly. You can tell he’s grinning slyly. He knows.

You attempt to save yourself anyway. “Huh?” 

“Don’t “huh” me, you were watching me just now,” he replies in a low voice. “Didn’t know our pretty, quiet sorcerer was such a pervert. So, I’ll ask again: Like what you saw?” 

“...I didn’t mean to stare,” you say after a few beats of silence. “What kind of person does that with the door open anyway??” 

“I pissed Nanami off last month and he slammed my door pretty hard. It hasn’t been able to close all the way ever since.” When you go quiet again, Satoru chuckles teasingly. “You still haven’t answered my question.” 

You scoff. “What if I told you that I wasn’t going to answer that?” 

“Oh, I know the answer, pretty girl,” he purrs, and the nickname makes your stomach flutter. “I was just giving you the opportunity to use your words and admit that you want me. You’re kinda bad at hiding your little crush, y’know.” 

You flusteredly fumble over your words, and Satoru continues talking before you can form a complete sentence. “These last few weeks have been rough on you too, and I’m certain that you can also use a bit of relief. It’s just us here. No one will know.” 

“And if I told you no?” You ask with a small, questioning hum. “Would you go back to listening to your porn?” 

“Too bad we won’t find out, because you and I both know that you’re coming back here.” 

The smugness in his voice makes you grit your teeth. “Cocky asshole.”

“Mhm. See you in a bit.”

 He hangs up the phone, and you scoff, practically tossing the device back onto your desk. You readjust yourself in your seat, try to think past the surge of lust and remember where you were in your reports before he called. He’s so unbelievably frustrating, so arrogant, so not someone you should want. 

“Fuck him,” you grumble to yourself as you continue writing. 

—

“Ohhh god. Shit,” Satoru hisses through his teeth as his hands grip your waist. “You’re so fucking tight.”

You truly don’t know how you ended up here. One moment, you’re writing reports, and the next, you’re back in Satoru’s office, kissing him as hard as you could so you wouldn’t hear any sarcastic and smug comments from him before shoving him back into his chair and riding him. His cock feels bigger than it looks, and it reaches so deep that every movement strikes your weak spot. The floor of Satoru’s office is littered with your clothing, and you’re beyond thankful that no one else is in the building, because you’re certain that your sultry moans can be heard from anywhere. 

Satoru trails open-mouth kisses along your chest, then sucks yet another mark onto one of your tits. You run your hands through his hair, then hold his shoulders to steady yourself as you continue bouncing on his cock, relishing the feeling of his skin without his infinity. You’re finally touching him, and it feels incredible. 

He notices the way your hands can’t get enough of him, and he smirks up at you, his cerulean eyes light with amusement. “So much better than staring, hm? You’re— Mmm…” He groans pleasurably when you cut off his words by kissing him again.

“Shut up,” you sharply tell him in between kisses. “You talk too fucking much.” 

“And you love it. You’re fucking soaked,” he retorts, and when he notices your movements begin to slow, he readjusts his grip on your waists and assists you, moving you up and down on his cock. Your mouth falls open when he changes the pace, fucking you a bit faster. “And close, too,” he notes, smiling when your pussy begins to twitch around his cock. “You’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna cum for me?” 

You nod rapidly, and he brings one hand to where your bodies are joined together and begins rubbing your clit to get you to finish faster. You cry out as you climax, and your orgasm immediately triggers his. Satoru curses, and you feel his cock spasm as his cum spills deep within you. Heat floods your face at the feeling. It’s the first time anyone’s ever cum inside of you before, and you like it. A lot. You relax against him, and he wraps his arms around you, his cock still inside of you. Both of you stay like that as you and him catch your breath. 

Once you’re ready, you finally lift yourself off of his cock, both of you lightly gasping and hissing at the sensitivity. You feel his warm cum begin to drip out. There’s so much of it. 

“You should work late more often,” Satoru jokes lightly to break the silence, and you look at the sorcerer. He’s staring up at you, smirking, his white hair messy and his eyes soft. “I like how loud you are.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes, but your heart pounds at his shameless confession. You swipe his phone up from your desk and wave it in front of him. “And you should stop watching porn at work.” 

“I don’t watch. I like to imagine. I pick a video where the pornstar’s moans are similar to what I imagined what you’d sound like, then go from there,” he says simply.

Your eyes widen in shock. “Wait—you’ve been imagining me?” 

“For a while, yeah,” he replies, tapping your thighs once to gesture that he’s moving, and you stand up next to his desk so he can do so. He also stands up, and that’s when you notice that he’s still hard. “You sound way sexier than I imagined,” he tells you. “Everything about you is way better than I imagined.” 

He stands behind you, slightly leaning forward and placing one of his hands on the desk in front of you. His other hand gently lands on your waist. “Like I said earlier, it’s just us here, and I’m nowhere near done making you scream,” he whispers in your ear. “Bend over.”

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prompt list <3

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖: 𝔻𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Techie! Wooyoung x Techie! Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut, pretty much porn with slight plot

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: crazy form au, ateez lore au, dystopian au

🥀Trope: co-conspirators to lovers 🤭

🥀Summary: when yunho leaves wooyoung to work on assembling the ship himself, you're left to relieve the stress wooyoung has built up

🥀Kinks: deep throating, boob play, dirty talk, swallowing cum, wooyoung refers to reader as brat

🥀Word Count: 1,205

🥀Betas: @flurrys-creativity

🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Two: Cheating/Creampie

“Ugh!” Wooyoung made a loud noise of frustration, loudly collapsing on the chair behind him, completely starfishing. 

You were currently occupied on the couch behind Wooyoung, upside down, playing a handheld game. “Yunho said--”

Wooyoung snapped up, sending a well-calculated glare your way. “Do NOT start with ‘Yunho said’,” Wooyoung mocked your tone of voice, “He’s the one that left me to do this myself.”

Without halting your playing of the game, you scoffed at Wooyoung, jerking your body as you attempted to jump your character. “Yunho didn’t leave you, he did his half and it’s up to you to do the rest. He went for a much needed break.”

“Break my ass,” Wooyoung grumbled. 

His eyes skimmed over your body, shirt half open to reveal your ample breasts and your stomach peeking from the crop top and the short shorts. With each jerk of your body, your boobs would bounce and--Wooyoung groaned again but it wasn’t because he was failing at putting together the blueprint to his ship.

“Well, I already did my part too, it’s all on you Woo.” 

Your part in the plan had been stealing the encrypted files that Yunho and Wooyoung would have to then assemble to bring their ship back. Yunho had worked diligently, putting together his half of the responsibilities, and when he was done, he had tossed the handheld game to you, to amuse yourself while Wooyoung mumbled and grumbled while he did his part. 

“I could use a break too,” Wooyoung said before he could stop himself.

You paused your game, meeting his gaze all the while still upside down. He was biting his lip and he was looking at you in that way. You knew what that gaze meant. You rolled your eyes. “Really? Now?”

Wooyoung took a step closer to you, hands lost in his long sleeves. “I could relieve some stress and then I could work harder.” Wooyoung looked both lost in his lust and hopeful at the same time.

“No one told me this would be a part of my job when I signed up,” You grumbled. 

You moved to get up but Wooyoung stopped you. “I want you like that,” Wooyoung insisted.

You laid your game aside and watched as Wooyoung shuffled the last few paces it took for his pelvis to be around the height of your face. His hand cupped your face, thumb running along your lips until you parted them and he pushed his thumb into your begrudgingly willing mouth. He whimpered, watching his thumb move in and out of your lips. 

Without further ado, he was unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his thighs. You watched as he played with himself, getting harder and harder, preparing his body for the pleasure that would release all his bent-up frustrations. Wooyoung let out pretty noises as he turned himself on but he wasn’t looking at your face anymore, he was looking directly at your…

You sighed, rolling your eyes again. You yanked down your shirt and bra, freeing your breasts from their confines. “Go on then. Get your jollies.”

With one hand still playing with himself, Wooyoung used his other hand to gently massage your breast. Your skin began to tingle, as you watched Wooyoung with your upside down view. He remained like this for a bit, alternating between your breasts until he was ready to fuck your mouth.

It was odd, taking a cock while your head was upside down. You didn’t get the satisfaction of the weight on your tongue but Wooyoung sure seemed to be enjoying himself. 

“Oh fuck,” Wooyoung muttered, thrusting all the way in. 

At this angle, his cock had a direct line down your throat. He pulled out immediately and then said, “Gonna let me fuck your throat-pussy, Brat?”

You swallowed at the nickname. You weren’t being a brat, Wooyoung was being lazy. You had done what needed to be--You got distracted from your inward thoughts when Wooyoung tapped the head of his cock against your lips. “Hmmm? Open up for me again, I’ll show you what you get when you lie there like a temptation when I’m trying to work.”

You frowned but opened your mouth anyways, curious as to how this was going to play out. Wooyoung fucked your mouth, fucked your throat really, reaching all the way back to the point where you couldn't breath. The first time took you by surprise, throat desperately working along his length and that made Wooyoung groan. Just as you were going to tap at his thigh, he pulled back but was soon thrusting right back in. 

You whimpered as he held himself down your throat for too long. Wooyoung would always pull back, letting you cough and clear your throat but soon he was pushing right back in. The loud, wet noises your throat was making as Wooyoung fucked your mouth was crude at best. Regardless, there was a pool of wetness between your legs, as Wooyoung double-fisted your breasts now, tugging and playing with your nipples. Especially because Wooyoung never shut up.

“That’s right, take my cock, you damn brat,” Wooyoung grumbled, peppering his dirty talk with loud moans. “Throat-pussy so good for me, I feel you swallowing around me. Fuck.”

Your face was a mess, drool escaping the corners of your mouth, and tears streaming up your face from the coughing and borderline choking. How you managed to keep control of your gag reflex was news to you but it all seemed to be working in the orchestra that was Wooyoung fucking your throat.

Wooyoung held his big shirt away from the mess that was his cock and your face. He watched as his cock continued to move between your lips, loving the direct line down your throat. “Ah, shit,” Wooyoung hissed, feeling his balls getting tighter and tighter against his body, “I’m gonna cum. Be a good girl and take it all, hmm? Let me spill all my cum down that tight throat of yours. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I--”

You squealed as Wooyoung held your head close to his body, fully seated inside of you. You could literally feel his cock twitching as he came and came and came and--When Wooyoung pulled out of your throat--and mouth--spit and cum spilled from your mouth. It had a direct line down your throat but you could only swallow and keep up for so long.

Through blurry eyes, you could see the lovely line of Wooyoung’s neck and jawline, his head completely cast backwards as he had climaxed. His satisfied groan was music to your ears. At least you could get back to your game…

“Fuck!” Wooyoung shouted with much gusto, “That was exactly what I needed.”

“So happy to be of service,” You muttered sarcastically.

You sat up, pushing your boobs back into your bra and adjusted your shirt when Wooyoung grabbed your face, squishing your face together. His eyes were still dark with lust and the action made you squeeze your thighs together. “Continue being a brat and see what happens when I’m done assembling this damn ship.”

“Okay, Wooyoung, don’t threaten me with a good time or anything,” You scoffed.

Wooyoung grinned. “That’s my girl.”

🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀 Day Two: Cheating/Creampie

[thehighpriestess1]

I just realized, in the series August, if Satoru were to get Y/N as his (personal) assistant, then hhhhhhoooooo boy. It’s gonna be cloud 999,999,999 for Satoru.

That man is going to see his wife in a tight ass pencil skirt and he’s gonna be staring at that juicy peach all day long~! 😏 Tons of sexual tension & innuendos will definitely spawn.

Office sex will then be a must for him. 😤 He has to make sure they do it at least once a week. 🤭 ppfftt Satoru is finally gonna get a 1-up point into who gets mommy more, from Keisuke. 🤣😂

Heheh and then the rest of the staff in the Gojo estate will be dumbfounded & deadpan as they witness the sexual atmosphere between the Gojo couple. 😂

You bet!!!

CEO Gojo with his wife as his personal assistant!

From the series : August

Everyone would be surprised to see the reader work for Gojo because why does she need to work, right? Yuta would tease Gojo by saying that now all his work gets done one time. Gojo would get her a desk similar to his and would set up right next to his so he could look at her all day. Would he get her fresh flowers and coffee everyday? Yes. It's a Gojo x reader ritual. When they leave in the morning he would tease Keisuke, "I am taking your mom away! She will be with me all day and I will kiss her as much as I want!". He would get Mr.Giraffe thrown at his face. He would purposely match their office clothes! He would buy multiple pairs of couples watched and would insist on wearing same as hers'. If he sees her working a bit too much he would dead-ass give everyone a day off just so his wife could rest! He would schedule an hour after lunch as 'cuddle time' When he would simply cuddle with the reader on the couch. If the reader is working but Gojo wants her attention, he would throw paperclips con her desk or write a not and throw it on her desk. He is annoying but he is adorable.

nsfw below the cut so proceed at your won risk. Minors stay away please

He would add 'wearing pencil skirts' as a job requirement and would stare at that cute butt ALL.THE.TIME. Would he pull reader into a heated kiss in between work? Yes! Would be absolutely shameless in teasing her about it? Yes! Would he spank her with the file that she hands him? Yes! Would he rub that butt while shamelessly staring at her cleavage while she explains something to him? Yes! Would he call it the 'best role play ever'? Yes! He would definitely tell the reader that he is cheating on her with his personal secretary and when the reader tells him that she is also cheating on him with her boss he would legit pout and act like a whole ass baby!

"Satoru! Ple...please!". You whined as you threw your head back.

"Is that what you call me? Only because I have my cock buried inside you does not mean we drop the formalities right?". Gojo grinned and sank further into the leather couch spreading his legs wide to further push into you.

You navy blue pencil skirt bunched up at your waist and the buttons of your shirt opened to expose your baby blue lace bra to Gojo. This was his version of punishment. Every time you disobeyed him you would end up in the same position, but Gojo would leave all the work to you. After all he was your superior within these four walls. It absolutely drove him feral when you disobeyed him and begged him to help you get your release. All this cockiness and mean behaviour was a coy, in reality the moment you arched your back and shoved your filled tits in his face, he was a goner.

"Please...sir". You pouted as you struggled to move.

Gojo grabbed your hips and lifted you up and started pounding into you like a mad man. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and sucked on the soft pale skin to muffle your moans but that drive him closer to the edge. You crashed you lips on his' and you both moaned into each other's mouth as you came together.

When you walked out of his office together Gojo winked at you, "Nice work today, y/n-san!". You simply rolled your eyes and scoffed. Leaving everyone around the two of your confused.

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It’s Winter! This is a quick story I came up with because I remember seeing a recent request for Jealous Emmanuel lol

He sat at his desk wondering how his wife’s first day was going. She had transferred to a high school, closer to home, and today was the beginning of a new semester.

Unfortunately, Emmanuel was needed at the office bright & early, so he wasn’t able to wish her good luck in person. He was able to snuggle her in bed before he showered, but it wasn’t enough to wake her (thank God!). He had no intention of ruining her sleep.

Emmanuel sighed, looking at his phone for the 50th time this morning. Brigitte had not responded to a single text message. He hated when she didn’t reply. Perhaps she’s just busy.

He was deep in a file when his cell phone rang, scaring him half to death.

“Brigitte! How are you? How’s your first day? I miss you!”

She laughed hearing her enthusiastic husband.

“It’s going well. The students are great and the teachers are very friendly. Everyone has been so helpful.” Brigitte chuckled loudly. “It’s a welcoming environment!”

Emmanuel knew his wife was a positive person, but he didn’t understand why she was so giddy on the phone. “Why are you laughing?”

“I might as well tell you now because my shirt won’t be dry or clean by the time I come home,” Brigitte confessed.

He was confused and slightly worried. “Why is your shirt wet?”

“The Latin teacher, Mr. Deschamps, was laughing at a story I was telling, and he accidentally spilled his coffee on my blouse. Don’t worry, it wasn’t hot. But my blouse is filthy and stained. I couldn’t go to my second-period class looking like that, so I took it off and hung it in the teacher’s lounge.” Brigitte laughed. “Thank goodness I was wearing a camisole.”

Emmanuel took a deep breath, needing a few seconds to calm down. “So, you’re walking around in just a camisole?”

“Yes, I think I’m going to be very popular today,” she joked. “Nice first impression, right?”

He ignored her comment. “Which camisole?” He prayed it wasn’t any of the sexy/silky ones.

“The white one with the lace trim,” Brigitte admitted. “Bad day not to wear a bra.”

She immediately regretted telling him that.

“What???!!! Brigitte, you need to come home right now!” Emmanuel was livid.

“I have 2 more classes to teach, honey. The Latin teacher felt bad so he offered me his blazer to wear, but I declined.”

Emmanuel huffed. “I don’t like you wearing another man’s blazer but - .”

She interrupted, “I know! That’s why I didn’t accept it. Anyways, sweetie, I have to go. I love you.”

When the call disconnected, he threw his phone across the desk. The image of his wife wearing just a camisole in front of teenage boys made him see red. Emmanuel remembered being a teenage boy and having her as his teacher. He was so infatuated, obsessed and in love that he married her. He didn’t need another student to get the same idea. His wife certainly turned every man’s head.

“Mrs. Macron.” The school’s principal stood in the doorway of the classroom, knocking gently. “Could you please step out here for a moment?”

“Excuse me, class. I’ll be right back.” Brigitte rested a piece of white chalk on the ledge and followed the principal into the hallway.

He handed her a white bag with a note stapled to it. “This was just dropped off with strict orders to give it to you right away.”

She thanked the principal before opening the envelope.

“Please put this on. No one should get a free show - except me. I’ll see you tonight.

Your husband. ❤️”

Inside the bag was a new, freshly pressed white blouse.

Hellooo Winter! ❤️

Hahahaha what a mess! And... a camisole without a bra? Brigitte, honey, are you trying to provoke a catastrophe? 🤭😂

Emmanuel sending her a new white blouse... it was out of jealousy but it was so damn adorable hahaha and yes, it’s for his eyes (and hands and body and all) only 😈

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[anilovie]

im EATING this up mae 😮‍💨🦋 let me review:

"Oh, what does he smell like? Expensive?” 

no cause i can just smell him through the screen. my god he'd smell so expensive n manly. like money and leather shoes i bet. i dunno. like im not a golddigger but imagine him going to pay for their little lunch, reaching for his wallet in his back pocket and the movement of his arm rustles his suit jacket, sends a breeze your way and just MMMMM. and his hand looks all veiny, long fingers flipping through to get his heavy card out, waving off your offers to pay, light glinting off the couple of chunky silver rings he wears, i.. i need to stop.

“I don’t know,” you shrug, unable to explain the stirring of feelings and emotions in your chest. “He’s… he was sort of awkward when we first met. Like, stuttering and fumbling over his words. Almost as if I made him nervous.”

He's so pookie 🥺

also Anakin calling Leia "princess" -- like c'monnn i love the little nuggets of canon SW

Anakin cleans the corners of his mouth with his napkin while he formulates an appropriate response.

why is that hot ?? omg ???

“Yes, sir,” huh? That’s a new kink unlocked.

PLEASE im foaming at the mouth 😮‍💨

Ben Kenobi arrives shortly after you, sharply dressed in dark blue slacks, caramel leather Oxfords, and a white collared shirt with small polka dots that match the color of his pants. 

why is this depiction of him so accurate. im baffled n cant stop thinking about it. like -- the oxfords??? theyre gonna be caramel. the shirt??? has to be polka dotted. bereal now.

Anakin twirls Rose’s hair around his fist and yanks her face away from his. This makes her gasp with pleasure, and despite his annoyance, he loves the reaction he gets from her. “I didn’t fucking ask you here for your opinion on her. Do not talk about her again. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” Rose breathes. “Where do you want me?” 

“On your knees.”

he's so 🤭🤭🤭 so protective eeeeeeeee (but also such a douche) but eeeeeeeeeee ����🥰🥰💖

also i immediately heard the mortis arc "on your knees" idk if u did that on purpose but I love it

You busy yourself in a filing cabinet until you hear Anakin’s door open again. You tell yourself not to look up because if you look up at him you might actually burst into tears.

no cause i would cry like fat dripping messy tears like ow

but then he asks to get lunch with her all awkward again and eeeeeeeeeeeeeee 🤭🤭🥰🥰🤭💖💖

Your face is buried in the menu, effectively blocking you from looking at Anakin. Your nerves are irritably on fire as you sit knee to knee with your boss.

id be so scared and horny UGHHH

“You are awfully quiet behind there,” Anakin finally says. “Are you hiding from me?” 

the dilf energy here is unmatched i need water 😮‍💨😮‍💨

You look up at him timidly. He’s being sincere. One corner of his lips are quirked up to form a sideways smile and your heart— your stupid, stupid heart adores it. 

dead. dead and dying and gone.

plz mae this was so good, ur writing style is so satisfying and you make it seem effortless. apart from the story, im completely in admiration of ur abilities. keep it up 💖💖💖

As Fate Would Have It | Chapter Three

Lines are beginning to blur between you and Anakin.

◂ chapter two ▸ chapter four

rating: mature | pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x afab!reader | wc: 5.2k | read on ao3

warnings: alcohol, age-gaps, body image insecurities (anakin), sexual fantasies/content, swearing, a little bit of mean anakin

“Tell me everything! Is he everything you thought he’d be? Totally dreamy? All stoic and boss-like? Oh, what does he smell like? Expensive?” 

Your best friend has barely taken off her shoes before bombarding you with questions about your first day working for Anakin Skywalker. You give her a welcoming hug before taking her hand and leading her into the living room. “Come on, I’ve already opened a bottle of wine.” 

Two empty glasses stand next to a middle-shelf Pinot Gris on your coffee table. Sabine takes it upon herself to pour the wine and pulls the granny square blanket from the back of your couch over her lap. She looks like she’s settling in for a bedtime story. 

“Okay, I’m ready. Lay it on me.” 

You situate yourself on the opposite end of the couch and slip your legs under the blanket. You take a small sip of wine before attempting to answer any of Sabine’s questions. Your first day at Skywalker Enterprises went by in a blur. Meeting your boss was not at all how you imagined it would go. It was all so clumsy. Anakin seemed more like an embarrassed school boy than the confident CEO you were expecting. He looked like he saw a ghost when he saw you sitting behind your desk. And then, in the car on the way to his house, he addressed your butt. 

“Let me know if your butt gets too toasty,” he said. It was so incredibly adorable because you could tell he let a little bit of his guard down when he said it. Obviously, he didn’t mean to. Because no sensible boss should talk about his assistant’s butt. Especially not when you’ve only just met each other. You found it endearing. 

But then, after the initial awkwardness faded and you continued talking to each other throughout the day, there was a sense of familiarity about him. The structure of his sentences when he spoke reminded you of someone. You’re just not sure who. 

“He’s not really what I thought he’d be like.”

“How so?” Sabine asks. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, unable to explain the stirring of feelings and emotions in your chest. “He’s… he was sort of awkward when we first met. Like, stuttering and fumbling over his words. Almost as if I made him nervous.” 

Sabine nods slowly with her eyes narrowed. “Go on…” 

“Well, that’s crazy, right? The fact that I could’ve made him nervous?” 

“Not necessarily. Look at you. You didn’t have a successful OnlyFans page for nothing.” 

“Yeah, but he’s in his forties,” you emphasize. You remind yourself of his age nearly every minute to remember how inappropriate it is to be attracted to your boss. Applying for the job was such a bad idea. What made you think you wouldn’t be attracted to him when you saw him in person? Your cheeks get hot as you think about him rounding the car to open your door once you got back to the office after dropping off his son’s pants at school. It was just a common courtesy, not a sign of interest. But damn, was it nice to be on the reciprocating end of something gentlemanly.

“And he’s a dad! I shouldn’t be making dads nervous,” you add. “I mean, I saw a picture of his wife at his house. She was stunning. Stunning, Sabine. High cheekbones, a nice straight nose, a gorgeous smile…” 

“Wait, he’s married?!” Sabine sets down her glass. 

“Widowed.” 

“Oh,” Sabine says sadly. Then her eyebrows perk up. “Oh.” 

“Don’t,” you hold up your finger. “Don’t give me that look. He’s my boss.” 

“But you like him,” Sabine sings. “And from what it sounds like, he likes you too.” 

You cannot let Sabine put the idea of Anakin Skywalker, engineering millionaire, having a measly little crush on you. Because it’s absolutely absurd. He’s him and you’re… you’re just a girl who was uploading videos of herself masturbating for money just last week. Not that there is anything wrong with sex work. It’s empowered you in so many ways, but it was time to find something a bit more steady and reliable. And less physically taxing, to be perfectly honest. 

“Sabine, be serious. I-” your phone pings with a distinct tone that makes you pause. 

New Message from Skyguy81 

“Oh, my God,” you say. 

“What?” Sabine asks. 

“It’s Sky,” you answer her while opening the message.

Sabine eagerly crawls on top of you to peer at your screen. “Sky as in Rich Guy Sky? Did you upload a new video or something? What did he say?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I haven’t uploaded anything since last Thursday. Get off of me so I can read his message.” 

Sabine retreats to her side of the couch as you begin reading to her. 

“I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.” Your tongue feels like sandpaper and your heart is in the bottom of your throat. 

“Oh, shit!” Sabine exclaims. “You’ve got this boy whipped! Honestly, you should just keep making videos for him. He was your best tipper, anyway.” 

“He’s never… he’s never messaged me out of the blue before.” You chug down the last of your wine, thinking you may need some liquid courage for whatever conversation is about to unfold between you and Sky. 

“He wants you,” Sabine says simply. “Make it happen.” 

“I can’t just meet up with someone from OnlyFans. It’s an episode of Dateline waiting to happen.” 

Sabine rolls her eyes. “Don’t be so cynical.” 

“I’m not being cynical, I’m being logical,” you counter. You’d be foolish to risk your life by meeting up with Skyguy81. No matter how nice and genuine he seems over private messages. No matter how much money he has tipped you. There is no guarantee he’s not absolutely creepy and going to kidnap you.

Okay, so maybe you watch too much true crime. That’s why you have to balance it out with The Great British Bake Off. 

“I don’t know. I’m just saying,” Sabine finishes her wine, “you never know. He could be the love of your life.” 

You’re quiet as you contemplate the love of your life. Sabine is the romantic. You’re the realist. You have a hard time believing there’s one person in the world who you’re destined to be with. How do you explain Anakin losing his wife? Was she the love of his life? Is he not supposed to move on and potentially find happiness with someone else? None of it makes sense to you and it’s quite possibly because you’ve never been in love. 

And the image of the person who you might like the opportunity to love is entirely unavailable. 

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It’s times like tonight when Anakin wishes he didn’t raise such inquisitive, curious children. Leia is simply chock-full of questions about her dad’s new assistant. When do they get to meet her? Soon. Is she old like Auntie Dorothy? No. Does she like vintage Disney movies? (Anything before 2010 is “vintage” to Leia). I don’t know. 

Luke, on the other hand, was very disappointed to learn that you were in the car while his dad dropped off a new pair of pants. “You made her wait in the car like a dog?” 

Anakin snorts. “I wouldn’t quite say like a dog, Luke. I was gone for less than five minutes.” 

“Did you at least roll down the window? So she could have fresh air?” Leia joins in on the comical idea of their dad leaving his assistant in his car like a pet. 

“That’s enough out of you two,” Anakin says through a grin. These 9 year olds, man. What is he going to do with them? 

Luke and Leia nod, going back to stabbing their dumplings with their chopsticks. 

“I have one last question.” Leia watches her dumpling precariously dangle on the edge of her chopstick. 

“What is that, princess?” Anakin asks.   

“Is she pretty?” 

Anakin’s pulse is going to burst. It’s a simple question- one that always seems to be on the tip of Leia’s tongue. She wants a woman figure in her life. Soon, she’ll be at the age that is easier to navigate with a maternal presence. Anakin is really not equipped to talk her through menstrual cycles. 

But it’s the nature of who his new assistant is that makes him feel so exposed. He can’t very well tell his children you’re the most beautiful woman he’s seen since his wife. And he definitely can’t tell them that you’ve been in his life not since this morning, but since three years ago when he downloaded OnlyFans. 

Anakin cleans the corners of his mouth with his napkin while he formulates an appropriate response. He’s kept his answers short and simple because if he thinks about you for too long, your figure seeps into his vision, your voice burns in his ears, and he’s unable to focus. 

He feels like such a sleaze for getting hard just by thinking about you. You are so much more than a sexual object. And trust him, he can’t wait to learn about all that makes you you. But morals be damned. He wants you desperately. 

“Yes, Leia. She’s quite pretty,” Anakin finally answers. 

Leia can’t help but dance excitedly in her seat. “I can’t wait to meet her.” 

“I could’ve met her today,” Luke mumbles. “If Dad hadn’t locked her up in the car.” 

Anakin is laughing now. “I have a feeling you are going to be bringing this up for a while.” 

After dinner, the kids clear the dishes and load what they can into the dishwasher. Meanwhile, Anakin does something either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. 

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Stupid, stupid, stupid. 

I thought about you at work today. I thought about you more than I would like to admit. You have no idea what you do to me, Honey. No idea what I would do to you.

Now being 10 pm, it’s been 3 hours since Anakin— or rather, Skyguy81— sent you that message. 

And you still haven’t replied. But you read it. 

And the fact that you’ve read the message but decided not to reply makes Anakin feel so incredibly foolish. What was he thinking? What was he expecting from you? More meaningless flirting? 

Except now it’s not meaningless for him. He’s not sure if it was ever meaningless. But now that he knows who the woman behind HoneySuckle is, it’s completely different. You have a name— which he had to look up in employment records because he’s convinced he actually blacked out when you introduced yourself. You have passions and interests, favorite snacks, and a go-to karaoke song. He wants to know it all. 

And even though he’s going to see you tomorrow, he couldn’t resist the urge to message you on OnlyFans. But since you’ve opted not to reply to him, he’s now wallowing like a teenage boy. 

Ridiculous. He’s better than this, goddamnit! 

Finally deciding to stop staring at his phone, Anakin strips down to take a shower. It’s hard for him not to feel disappointed when he looks at himself in the mirror. Arguably, he’s still in great shape. He lifts weights at the gym at least twice a week, sometimes three if he has the time. He doesn’t have a beer belly, which he considers an accomplishment at his age. But he does have some extra fat around his love handles. He has sun spots on his shoulders from the countless pool days when the twins were younger. And then there are the undeniable lines around his eyes, which are incredibly prominent when he smiles. 

Anakin has never felt particularly insecure about his image before. He’s accepted that his body is not the same 20 year old body it once was. But there’s a new nagging insecurity in the back of his mind.

Is it good enough for you? 

Anakin turns on the water in the shower, needing to wash away all delusions of you and him ever getting together. As soon as he steps one foot on the tile, his phone buzzes. He grabs his phone off of the counter and his heart rate immediately ticks up. 

Hi Sky, I’m sorry for the delay. I had a friend over. Here’s a special little something for you ;) 

Attached is a picture of you on your bed, sitting on your heels with the thin straps of your panties pulled over your hips. You’re lifting an oversized t-shirt above your breasts, which also expertly hides your face. Right. Because you don’t know that he knows who you are. 

Still, the picture was worth the wait. It’s almost embarrassing the way his cock is already standing upright, the tip pressing against his lower abdomen. He focuses on your hard nipples, picturing himself enclosing his mouth around one of your mounds. He’s rolling his tongue over your bud while massaging your other breast. Your hands are in his hair and you’re anything but silent. You’re moaning his name, begging for more, whining for him to put his cock inside of you. 

Anakin is too preoccupied to even reply to you. He gets himself under the steady stream of hot water and grabs the base of his length. Now he’s picturing you on top of him, tits bouncing in his face while you fuck yourself on his cock. 

“Mmm, yes! Anakin, please. Feels so good.” 

Your hands are pressed against his strong chest for support. He loves you like this— in control but still pathetically needy for his dick. “How much do you love it?” he asks. “Tell me how much you love this cock inside of you.” 

You throw your head back when he slaps both of your ass cheeks. He grabs onto your flesh firmly and your cunt clamps around him while you proclaim it to be the best feeling in the world. “I love it so much, Ani. Nobody's cock feels as good as yours.” 

“Damn right,” Anakin grits. He holds your chin with a strong hand, forcing you to look at him. “This pussy is mine. You understand that?” 

“Yes, sir,” you moan as Anakin bucks his hips up, hitting deep inside of you. “Only yours.” 

“Yes, sir,” huh? That’s a new kink unlocked. Anakin presses a palm on the shower wall to steady himself as he cums. It’s anything from pretty. It happens suddenly and quickly, thanks to the vivid images he was creating in his mind. He bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly. But your name is rolling off of his tongue effortlessly. As if it’s always been in the recesses of his mind, just waiting to be said intimately and passionately. 

He tries to list off the hundreds of reasons why he should never utter your name in a less than professional manner while shampooing his hair. 

You’re his assistant.

You’re significantly younger than him. 

The power imbalance (see 1 and 2). 

That’s all he can come up with for now and it’s enough. Nothing good will come out of pining for you and fantasizing about you. It still doesn’t stop him from messaging you back after he gets out of the shower and settles in bed. 

Now I feel guilty for not responding sooner. Thank you for the spectacular photo. It is unfortunate that I had to take matters into my own, ahem, hands. I would have much preferred to have your help. 

You flatter me, Sky. Do I really get you that worked up? 

Impossibly so. 

When you said you thought about me at work… What exactly did you mean? 

To be perfectly blunt, you were bent over a desk with your skirt pushed over your ass. I was fucking you well and hard, with my name being the only thing falling from your pretty lips. 

Anakin lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. Why does he keep putting himself in situations that result in an erection? He just needs to have a good fuck. Get it out of his system. Yeah, that’s what he’ll do. But under no circumstances will it be with you. 

I think I’d like that very much. 

Goddamnit. Anakin needs to stop while he’s ahead. While he’s not succumbing to jerking off for a second time tonight. This was a disastrous idea. Because now when he sees you at work tomorrow, he’s going to think about how you would like for him to fuck you over your desk. Except you don’t actually know that it’s him who wants to fuck you over your desk. 

Maybe in another life. 

Anakin leaves it at that. He puts his phone on do not disturb and attempts to get some reading in before going to sleep. He also prays for G-rated dreams. 

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The morning fog of late November in Northern California is still hanging in the air when you get to work at 8 am. Anakin won’t be in until he drops off Luke and Leia which means he should arrive around the same time he did yesterday. It gives you an hour to go through voicemails, reply to emails, and brew a pot of coffee in the breakroom. 

Ben Kenobi arrives shortly after you, sharply dressed in dark blue slacks, caramel leather Oxfords, and a white collared shirt with small polka dots that match the color of his pants. 

“Good morning, Mr. Kenobi,” you greet.  

“Please, call me Ben. No need for formalities around here,” Ben replies. “You’ll soon see we operate very much like a family. There will be shouting and likely some name calling, but it’s all in the name of love for engineering and innovation.” 

“Got it,” you nod. “It’s just that Dorothy always called Mr. Skywalker by, well, Mr. Skywalker. And yesterday he didn’t tell me to call him otherwise.” 

Ben strokes his nicely groomed beard. “Interesting. Well, I suppose you can continue to address him as such until he tells you to call him Anakin. Which I’m sure he’ll do this morning when he gets in. Have you brewed the coffee yet?” 

“Not yet.” you stand. “I wanted to check messages first, but coffee is next on the list.” 

“Excellent.” Ben follows you into the breakroom. “How are you enjoying your time here?” 

“Well, it’s only been a day,” you remind him with a light lilt to your voice. “But it’s been good! Everyone I’ve met is super friendly.” 

Ben leans back against the counter, crossing his ankles and arms over his chest. “And you and Anakin? You two getting along? He’s not giving you too much trouble, is he?” 

You nearly spill the coffee grounds as you bring the spoon up from the container to the machine. “No!” you say a little too loudly. “I mean, no. He’s been very nice. Quiet, but nice.” 

“Anakin? Quiet?” Ben almost laughs. “I’ve never heard that word used to describe Anakin before.” 

“Oh.” you continue scooping grounds into the machine. How many spoonfuls are you supposed to put in? You’ve lost count. Maybe two more for good measure. You’d rather make the coffee too strong than too weak. Nothing is worse than weak coffee. “Maybe I caught him on an off day. He did seem a little weird when he brought me to his house. And then I sort of told him off in the car…” 

This gets Ben away from the counter and walking over to you. “You did what?” 

“Well, I mean, I didn’t tell him off per se. I just asked him to give me a chance. It seemed like he’d already made a decision about me and we’d only known each other for a couple of hours.” 

“Good for you,” Ben replies. “Anakin is headstrong but he can be reasoned with. If the reason is worth being reasoned over.” 

“Am I?” you ask. “Worth being reasoned over?” 

Ben appears to give you a once over and then nods once. “Yes, I’d say so.” 

“Thanks…” you say with uncertainty. Ben takes himself and his briefcase to his office, which is the next door over from Anakin’s. He leaves you alone in the breakroom with a dozen questions. Was Ben assessing your appearance? Surely not for himself. He’s insanely in love with his wife— the mayor. Then who for? Anakin? No. No way. 

The coffee has begun to brew— the nutty notes of Philz Philtered Soul bringing you back to your college days. There’s one in walking distance from campus and you and Sabine spent every finals week there chugging back Mint Mojitos and Mocha Tesoras. 

Those days were not that long ago for you. For Anakin, on the other hand… 

You shake your head, effectively shaking thoughts of Anakin taking any interest in you away. And why would he have an interest in you? He’s bound to have a list of more age-appropriate women he can bring home to his children. 

Stop thinking about it. 

But it’s so damn hard not to. A forbidden office romance with your boss who’s 20 years your senior? Yeah, it’s cliché and sort of sounds like the plot to a porno but it’s sort of fun, too. As long as you keep yourself in check, what’s the harm in pretending like he’s secretly in love with you and wants to take you home? 

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When Anakin gets into the office, he doesn’t even greet you before saying, “Call Rose. Tell her to come as soon as possible.” 

So much for him being nice yesterday. Now he won’t even look at you. “Who’s Rose? What- what is the appointment for?” 

“You don’t need to know what it’s for,” Anakin snaps. “Just find Rose in your little phone book, call her, and tell her I need to see her immediately.” 

“Y-yes, sir,” you say while thumbing through the contacts Dorothy left behind for you. Without another word, Anakin goes into his office and slams the door. 

What the hell was that about? That was once again another awkward morning of Anakin slamming his office door after talking to you. You thought you left work on good terms yesterday. What changed? 

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Rose Montgomery arrives 47 minutes after you call her. You hear her Louboutins clicking on the floor before you see her. Your eyes trail up from her long legs to her slim waist and perky boobs until you reach her face. Good Lord. She is strikingly beautiful. Her fiery red hair falls in loose curls over her shoulders. As she walks closer to your desk, you are drawn to her perfectly round green eyes. She’s like the real-deal Jolene from Dolly Parton’s hit song. Seriously, did she grow up being called Jolene solely based on her looks? 

“Aw, look at you,” Rose smiles down at you. “You must be the new Dorothy.” 

“I suppose I am.” 

“Aren’t you just the most adorable thing.” 

Uh… What the hell are you supposed to say to that? “I’ll let Mr. Skywalker know you’re here.” 

“No need,” Rose informs. “I’ll let myself in.” She begins to walk away with an extra sway to her hips. You want to hate her but she’s got such an air of confidence that you actually want to be a little more like her. 

“Oh, um, actually I’m not sure about that,” you come out from behind your desk. “He seems to be in a mood so I don’t want you barging in his office to make it worse.” 

Rose turns on her heels and purses her lips. “Actually, sweetheart, I’ve known him longer than you and this isn’t my first ‘appointment’ with him. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to go make his mood a little better.” 

Okay. Now you hate her. With that, Rose leaves you standing outside of Anakin’s office with a dumbfounded look on your face. Is that… is she… a booty call? 

All of the insinuations are there; from the air quotes around “appointment” to the way she said she’ll make Anakin’s mood better. Coupled with her outstanding looks, you’ve decided that Rose Montgomery is a friend with benefits of Anakin Skywalker. You trudge back to your desk and do your absolute best not to think about what’s happening behind your boss’s door. 

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At the sound of his door opening, Anakin quickly closes his computer tab and turns off the monitor. He pulls his headphones off of his head and puts them in the drawer. 

Rose is none the wiser as she drops her Birkin bag on the table beside the chaise. “Ugh, who is that child you have sitting behind Dorothy’s desk?” 

“My new assistant,” Anakin answers through a dry throat. Rose sits herself on his lap and drapes her arms over his shoulders. She begins playing with the ends of his curls, which normally, he would enjoy. But he really just wants to get this over with. He draws down the zipper of her black dress while she kisses along his jaw. 

“She seems incompetent,” Rose says between kisses. “What is she? Like, 15?” 

Anakin twirls Rose’s hair around his fist and yanks her face away from his. This makes her gasp with pleasure, and despite his annoyance, he loves the reaction he gets from her. “I didn’t fucking ask you here for your opinion on her. Do not talk about her again. Do you understand?” 

“Yes,” Rose breathes. “Where do you want me?” 

“On your knees.”

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When Rose leaves Anakin’s office, you can absolutely tell she and Anakin had sex. Did she even bother looking in the mirror or her phone camera before coming out? She avoids looking in your direction at all costs and knowing how awkward those walks of shame can be after a one night stand, you decide not to watch her walk to the elevator. 

You busy yourself in a filing cabinet until you hear Anakin’s door open again. You tell yourself not to look up because if you look up at him you might actually burst into tears. Which makes absolutely no sense to you but you feel that stinging in your nose and you’re trying to think of the time you got Panini because at least those were happy tears. 

Anakin says your name. 

Damnit. Get it together. You take a deep breath and plaster on a smile. At least he doesn’t look like he just had sex. His hair is combed back the same way it was when he walked in and his clothes are wrinkle free. “Yes, Mr. Skywalker?” 

“Would you like to go get lunch?” 

It’s only 10:45 but of course, he’d be hungry after having sex. “Oh, sure. What can I get you?” 

“I meant me.” 

You furrow your brows together. “Sorry?” 

“I mean us. You and me, together. Fuck,”  Anakin mumbles that last part. It’s like he loses the part of his brain that forms proper sentences when he looks at you. Think back to the car, Anakin. Things weren’t so bad in the car. Wait, yes they were. He told you to tell him if your butt got too toasty. 

You can’t help but smile as you start to see the Anakin who let his guard down in the car. He’s nothing like the Anakin who walked into the office this morning. “You want me to get lunch with you?” 

“Yes. If you would like.” 

You grab your thrifted black leather bag and your coat off of the back of your chair. “I think I’d like that very much.” 

I think I’d like that very much. 

That is the second time you’ve said that to Anakin. 

On the drive to the farm to table restaurant he suggested, he thinks about telling you the truth. That he’s Skyguy81 and you’ve been messaging each other for three years. Oh, and that he’s seen you naked. 

He weighs all of the pros and cons and all of the ways the situation could play out if he tells you. He decides the only way it’s going to end is with you quitting and never wanting to see him again. Telling you who he is is out of the question. 

Your face is buried in the menu, effectively blocking you from looking at Anakin. Your nerves are irritably on fire as you sit knee to knee with your boss. You go out to lunch with someone to talk. To get to know them. But you have no idea what to talk about with him. Either he’s super blunt or incredibly awkward and you don’t know what to make of it. 

Could Sabine be right? Does he have a crush on you? Do men in their forties even get crushes? 

“You are awfully quiet behind there,” Anakin finally says. “Are you hiding from me?” 

You slam your menu down nervously. “What? Oh, no. Just… looking at all of the options.” 

“I’m kidding,” Anakin chuckles. “If it helps, Leia likes the poke rice bowl. Luke likes the flatbread with artichokes. And I normally just get a burger.” 

“Wow, a 9 year old who likes poke? You’ve got some interesting kids.” 

“You have no idea,” Anakin replies bashfully. He really calms down when he talks about his kids. Maybe that’s your key to him. Keep him talking about his kids. 

“Well, I think I’ll try Leia’s favorite. Do your kids enjoy trying different types of food?” 

Anakin gives you a noncommittal shrug. “I suppose so. I didn’t raise them to be picky eaters. They eat what I eat. We had dumplings last night. They’re shit at using chopsticks but it makes for an entertaining meal.” 

You laugh along with him, feeling yourself relax the more you see Anakin relax. “I love dumplings!” 

“Yeah? We’ll have to have you over some time for dumplings, then.” Anakin doesn’t even realize what he’s saying until it’s hanging between you, awaiting your response. 

“That would be nice,” you admit. “I can’t wait to meet them. Of course, you know… if they even want to meet me.” 

“Are you kidding? Luke almost threw a fit over me leaving you in the car yesterday. And Leia… well, Leia gets excited about any new woman in my life. I mean, not that you’re my new woman, just you know, in terms of you being Dorothy’s replacement and-” 

You place your hand over Anakin’s without a second thought. And it’s more than just skin on skin. It’s electric. You resist the urge to pull away because the overwhelming feeling almost keeps you from saying: “It’s fine, Mr. Skywalker. I get what you mean.” 

Anakin is looking down at your hands and you wonder if he feels it too. Or if it’s entirely inappropriate to put your hand on his and he’s going to go back to being standoffish. You remove your hand from his and sit on it. 

“You don’t have to call me that,” Anakin murmurs. “Mr. Skywalker. I would much prefer you to call me Anakin.” 

You look up at him timidly. He’s being sincere. One corner of his lips are quirked up to form a sideways smile and your heart— your stupid, stupid heart adores it.  Perhaps there is harm in pretending like your boss is in love with you. Perhaps keeping yourself in check is going to be a lot more difficult than you thought. Because now that you’re on a first name basis with Anakin Skywalker, you fear simply being his assistant is not going to be enough.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Okay, so I has an idea because of a day dream and I'd love to see your take on it...

You ready?...

Okay so...

CEO!Loki x Secretary!Reader

Or basically Loki as the boss and Reader working under him (literally 😉)

And, like, they flirt with each other n stuff n a work event/party gets them to hook up...

Please 🥺

- 💚❤

This request made me blush 🤭 I would kill to have loki as my boss . Thank you for requesting 💚❤️

Warning ⚠️ : 18 + Filthy Smut, Degradation, Minor Spit kink 👀, power imbalance, consensual sex , boss/sec relationship

Being Loki's secretary is not the job for the weak of hearts. He was rude, had a temper sometimes and he was a womanizer. When you applied for the job to be his personal secretary, you only focused on the high pay, you had bills to pay. But then he turned your days into nightmares, he would make you work extra hours, he didn't let you take day offs and your job was literally to follow him around like a puppy.

But then came the flirtation, yes the worst of all crimes, you'd be a lying pinnochio if you said you weren't attracted to your boss, man's hot, that man exudes sexiness from his every pore, Man was ruining your life, it started very small and subtle, kinda innocent "Looking good darling, new skirt?" But Then it turned into "Ooh that shirt is too tight on you don't you think?" And then more of "You look hot today darling" and "Oh darling I eat girls like you for breakfast" followed by a wink. What?

The little comments would bother you if it was someone else, someone that's not loki, but he was hot and you had a vagina and active hormones. And you haven't had a boyfriend in so long, plus it was all so forbidden, he was your boss and you couldn't have sex with him you knew, he did too, and that's why he gained immense pleasure from torturing you with his words and making you blush whenever he could.

However that no sex policy was apparently only for you because it didn't stop him from having sex with half of the office though none of them stayed around after they got him because he would fire them right after having sex with them. Business and pleasure shouldn't mix as he said, You'd often hear groans and moans coming from his office but then he did something wise, he soundproofed his walls and you were thankful, you hated other women getting the bite of that ripe delicious and probably very juicy forbidden fruit.

You needed his urgent signature on the tender notices as they had to be out today, you carried the files in one of your hand and his morning coffee in another as you made your way towards his office, you should have knocked and you would have if you had three hands but you didn't, and it was a big mistake, huge, as you entered, you saw him all naked with a woman moaning all over his desk as he thrusted in and out of ..was that Cassandra from cafeteria? You could only see her hair on the desk, and her breasts ofcourse, he was right in front of his desk, his body towards you, Oh god oh god oh god. He saw you and he didn't stop.

Instead he winked at you and smiled as he fucked her into oblivion "Y/n darling you can leave sweetheart, unless you are planning to join me ..us I meant or you can have a seat, I bet Cassie wouldn't mind, would you Cassie?" he said to you as he smirked, Cassie pulled him down to kiss him but he kept his eyes on you, you were humiliated to say the least, you turned around so you were not torturing your eyes anymore, the thing is you couldn't open the door, you'd have to put the things you carried in your hands down or aside to open the door, well fuck you door.

He was having sex at 7 in the morning, he had sex before he had his first coffee, that too with Cassandra from cafeteria, everyone knew she was dying for his attention since she started working at the cafe. You could hear him groaning and moaning, you already had wet dreams about him now you had first hand experience of how he sounded in whirl of passion and as disgusted as you were, you couldn't deny how good he looked as he ..no stop.

"Knock next time will you?" he said to you sternly and then let go of your hand, and you ran to not be seen again for next four hours. You were hoping he would let you soak in your embarassment but then he called you in his office, he looked prim and proper as you entered his office, now all you see is him naked, fucking some woman on his desk, then you pictured yourse..No.

You walked backwards until you hit the desk and placed the cup down and his file down, you didn't turn around or look at him as you did, you were going to walk away but then he grabbed your hand. What the fuck is he doing ? "Y/n darling?" He called out your name, you could hear the sounds of him pumping in and out of her and you wanted to run as far as you could

"Yes?" You sounded nervous and timid and he loved it

"You called me?" He looked at you as you spoke and then he gave you the file you wanted him to sign

"Send these out today" he told you and you walked closer to his desk to grab the file, he was smirking god knows why as you approached him

"Did you enjoy the show today sweetheart?" He asked you and you blushed furiously, how dare he? He should be the embarassed one out of two "I enjoyed showing you one of my many talents" he winked at you.

"May I leave sir?" You asked him and he felt himself hardening, everytime you called him sir he got a rush

"Sit down" he said to you and you just wanted to disappear

"But the papers.."

"Sit down y/n" he said again as he got up from his chair. You sat down quickly and then he walked slowly and got behind your chair, he pulled your hair aside with his fingers and you shivered as his finger brushed past the nape of your skin.

"What are ..." He shushed you as soon as he heard you speaking and then you felt a necklace around your neck as he put it on you. He pulled your hair out of the necklace and turned the chair around, he tilted his head as if judging the look of the necklace "Is it for Cassie?" You huffed and he chuckled, he leaned forward and unhooked the necklace as he whispered in your ear

"You're so naive darling, it's kind of adorable"

That night you moaned his name shamelessly as you fingered yourself, you couldn't stop picturing him all naked, God why is he so perfectly sexy? And whatever glimpses you have had of his cock, you knew that he knew what he was doing with that, if nothing than Cassandra was the living breathing proof of his expertise. You could imagine him whispering absolute filth in your ear as he would fuck you on his desk, oh yes that desk of his, you wanted to be one of his women as you touched yourself "Oh look at you, who knew my naive y/n could be such a filthy whore for her boss, cum darling, let go" you imagined his voice in your ear as you came hard but then you felt absolutely dirty and had to take a shower.

He was so close, he smelled good, and those soft pink lips, you wanted to kiss him so bad.

"It's for my mother, just wanted to see how it would look..on a.. fairly decent woman" he mumbled, only if he knew of the filth you conjured in your head for him, he went behind his desk again, he put the necklace in a box and handed it to you "Get it wrapped for me" you took the box from him and proceeded to walk out of his office, hoping he wouldn't say anything else and he didn't.

A week later you had the annual office Christmas party your hottie boss hosted, you wore a red dress , cliche but it was a sexy little thing and you wanted to give him a taste of what he has been giving you all along. When he saw you, he wanted to fuck you, fuck the rules and fuck the policies, and fuck his feelings for you, he was going to ravish you tonight if you'd allow him.

"Dance with me" he didn't ask you he ordered you so you took his hand and you felt his hand as he placed it over your lower back, as you moved with him you could feel everyone staring, thankfully it was dark so they couldn't see much from a distance.

"They are staring" you mumbled and he smirked.

"So? Are you scared of their judgement?" He asked you and you huffed

"You do have a reputation" you could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes as you said that but he composed himself quickly.

"And still here you are in my arms darling" he pulled you closer, and his hand slipped lower and lower, you moaned as you felt him rubbing your ass.

"Ohh sweet thing, and you thought you would torture me with this voluptuous little body of yours hmm? But look at you, you're melting like wax in my arms, I could fuck you right here in front of everyone and I bet you'd let me huh" okay fuck this job, this man is an absolute god and you're going to submit to him

His breath hitched as you whimpered at his touch "Sir please" you didn't want to sound as whiny as you did but fuck he was touching you so sexually and you felt as if you were on fire

"Please what? Want me to take you darling? You put on this dress to excite me hmm? Am I wrong?" He whispered in your ear, he turned around so other people could only see him and his back and you'd be shielded from their judgemental eyes.

"No sir..I ..I did..yes I did" you whispered and he was hard at the thought, he didn't expect you to give in so easily.

When you came out here tonight you didn't think you'd get to fuck him or he would fuck you but it was happening and you're too far in to not have a taste of him. After the torturous five minutes you made your way towards his room and as soon as you knocked he pulled you in and pushed you against the door as he kissed you, he didn't wait even a minute and you felt his tongue in your mouth and he tasted as good as you pictured him in your head. Even better

"Sir please..I'll ..just .. please" he snickered as he heard you so desperate for him.

"Room no 1721, don't follow me as soon as I leave, even though I know you're dripping wet right now, just wait few minutes before you come for me darling, I'll wait for you sweetheart" he winked at you and then he left.

You moaned and grabbed onto his shirt as you pulled him closer,he lifted you up easily and he laid you down on the bed then he undressed himself first.

"Fuck darling I have been wanting to do this ever since you stepped a foot into my office a year ago" the confession surprised you. Why didn't he fuck you before then ?

"Mee too" the confession surprised him too but then not really, he could always tell when a woman wanted to be his.

"Oh I know you did sweet whore" the filthy name aroused you even more if it was possible, you took off your dress as he got naked himself and he put a condom on, then he got on top of you and kissed you again, you could feel his hard cock rubbing against your clit and you moaned at the feeling.

"Fuck sir, please fuck mee " you whispered and his eyes darkened with lust

"Keep calling me sir like that little whore and I will" he took your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, he lifted his head up and then dribbled down a string of spit from his mouth right on your nipple and then sucked on it filthily. You could have came right then

"Thought about me like this haven't you? Wanted your boss to fuck you ?" He asked you and you pulled him in for a kiss

"I did sir ...most of the nights" you answered and he groaned, then you felt him thrusting his cock inside you and you clutched onto his hair.

"Fuck..you're tight.. tell me sweetheart, are you enjoying being my whore for the night?" He asked as he thrusted slowly, building a sweet torturous rhythm.

"Ohh yess sir please please, I want to be your whore for the night, I'll be a good one, the best I promise" you mumbled mindlessly and he snickered. You're cute. He picked up his pace and you felt his hips snapping in and out quickly. He felt better than all your filthy imagination combined.

"You're the best sweetheart, your pussy is so tight I might even make you my personal permanent whore, a demotion from being my sec but I bet you'd enjoy this more filthy girl" god he had a dirty mouth and you loved it.

"Oh god sir immm closer please" you mumbled and he increased his speed, he wanted to cum with you,

"Cum for me sweet girl, my dirty little slut, let go, soak me" and you did "oh god..lokii" you came as soon as you heard his filthy voice in your ear and as soon as he felt your walls clenching around him he knew he would cum too but it was the loud mention of his name that made him explode inside you so good.

You got up and put your dress back on and he smiled at you "Oooh darling fucking and leaving? You keep surprising me" he chuckled and you looked at him curiously

You both panted and breathed heavily as you rode on your highs together, fuck you'd hate not being able to do this again, once you both calmed down, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up then he came back with a wet rag and cleaned you up as best as he could, he threw the rag somewhere in the room and then he got on top of you again ,he kissed you softly on the lips and then your forehead

"How was it?" He asked you and you chuckled

"Are you looking for assurance?" You giggled and he kissed you again

"You're beautiful darling, don't think I told you that before" he was being nice to you. You were going to get fired for sure.

"Isn't this what you do? Normally?" You have seen countless of women leaving his office as soon as they're done having sex, he thought you were naive but you're not that naive.

"Normally yes, but if you haven't noticed I have a soft spot for you darling, let me take you out on a date"

"Ummm What about the job?"

"What about it?"

"Do I still have it?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

"Ohhh.. you're asking me out on a date? A real date? Isn't it against the policy?" You were so surprised but pleasantly surprised and he walked towards you.

"Oh y/n my sweet girl you don't take a hint do you? Me not fucking you senseless for a year even though I was dying to, making you work extra hour so I can spend more time with you, not giving you a day off because I would lose my mind without you by my side, see thats why I call you naive" and then he kissed you until you were all breathless..

And Maybe just maybe your boss is right for once.