#he’s still the hottest man i have ever laid my eyes upon

[sepangcircuit]

HES FINALLY BALD

[enhard]

sim jaeyun — “you’re in safe hands”

pairing: s.jy x fem!reader

not proofread, enjoy! (MINORS DNI)

: you can’t handle looking at your boyfriend’s nice and veiny hands without doing anything about it.

cw: SMUT SMUT ALLLL SMUT, everything is consensual, hand kink (obviously), a bit of size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, riding, jake calls you princess most of the time, playing with your tits, slight choking, mentions of sending nudes??, lots of whimpers from him, jake slaps your mouth, established relationship, jake has a drivers license woahwoahwoah

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you faintly hear the ringtone of your phone through the buzzing in your ear. you slowly open your eyes, let out a sigh and immediately grab your phone to stop that annoying sound.. until you look at the now lit up screen of your phone, that your boyfriend jake is calling you.

you quickly sit up in shock, trying to clear your throat and answering the call, remembering that you were supposed to go on a date today.

“mm..yes my love? how are.. you?” you say, trying your best not to yawn in the middle of your sentence.

you can hear jake laughing at you through the other line. “princess, you’re still sleeping at this hour? i’m sorry for waking you up but.. it’s 4 pm already.” wait.. what?? 4 pm?? you were supposed to meet up 3 hours ago. how is it possible that you slept this long?

“don’t worry.. sunoo told me that he tried calling you since morning and you never answered, so i just let you sleep. instead of lunch.. could we go out to dinner now..?”

“ugh..fuck.. i’m sorry. i didn’t realise i slept that long.. is it okay in 3 hours..? i need to shower..” you reply as you’re massaging your head from the massive headache you got.

“of course love. i’ll come pick you up.. although.. does this mean i get no shower sneak peek??” he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes at his words.

“hold your horses now.. you might get to see me another time.” you smile.

there’s a few awkward seconds of silence, then he decides to hang up so you can get ready.

truth is.. you slept this long because of the hangover you’re having after a longgg night partying with your best friend sunoo. main reason why your headache is also present. —

you hop in the shower, actually debating to send jake a little picture or a video but.. you decide to be a bit of a tease. you just finish your shower and start getting ready.

you get dolled up all for him, putting on a nice laced dress and your favourite ysl lipgloss, that jake bought for you as a present not long ago. you get your phone and keys, locking your huge metal gate. your phone makes a few clicking sounds while you search for jake’s number to call him.

“baby, i’m right in front of my house. i’ll be waiting for you.”

“okay princess, i’m almost there. i can’t wait to see you”

you smile at your phone as you hang up, already seeing the blinding lights of his black suv, stopping right next to you. he gets out the car to check you out for atleast 5 minutes, offering you a kiss and then opening the car door like a true gentleman. you get in the car, the seats all warmed up. “good.” you say in your mind. it’s mildly snowing out, you needed this.

jake sits back in the driver’s seat, getting ready to leave. you turn to look at him while he’s focused on the road and you can’t help but admire him. you would lie if you said that he’s not the hottest man you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. with his slick back black hair, a nice black suit hugging his waist while also complementing his eyes.

your eyes suddenly slip to his arms, more specifically his hands. they’re resting on the top of the steering wheel, his fingers so long and pretty, multiple veins following from his forearm up to the back of his hand. that scenery alone made you squeeze your thighs together, knowing you couldn’t act on it here..

there is only one thing you thought about on that silent car ride, his long fingers inside you. you needed that more than anything. right now. instead, you try to look the other way, your body as stiff as a rock.

jake looks at you for a split second wondering why you’re moving around in your seat so much. he smiles, reaching out one hand to place on your inner left thigh. “what’s wrong love? are you uncomfortable?”

you thought you would let out a moan right there, right as he placed his hand on your inner thigh. you quickly shake your head left and right trying to diffuse the situation. you accidentally look downwards at your lap, and see that same hand, now grasping the soft skin of your thigh, one vein getting more prominent with each squeeze.

you continue through this hell for a few more minutes until you arrive, exhaling when he gets his hand off you.

. . . you get to your table, through the reservation that jake made previously. the place is pretty packed for a high end restaurant like this one. you’re both making small talk, asking how your day was and.. what plans you have for tonight.. he’s flipping through the menu and all you can stare at are those hands. you begin to breathe more rapidly, getting impatient.

“who cares about food right now? all i want are those fingers in my mouth” you think, trying not to slap yourself from the realisation of what you just almost said out loud.

still, you finish eating, he pays with his black card of course. even though you keep insisting that you want to pitch in. he loves spoiling you every time and all you can give him in return are kisses or.. something more.

after another few excruciating minutes in that car, you arrive back at your home. jake sits down on the couch, manspreading while you take your shoes off.

“thank you my love.. the dinner was amazing. what can i do to repay you?” he plasters on a confused look on his face, almost replying with “you don’t have to repay me” but.. seeing how beautiful you were for him.. how you looked and how you got ready all for him.. made him needy. in a blink of an eye. he knew he was lucky dating you, and the thought that you were all his made him so excited.

“hmm.. there might be something you can do for me princess. you think i’m stupid? i saw how you were drooling over my hands. you really love them huh?”

you get a bit embarrassed, but you’re way too horny to deny anything right now. “yeah.. i really do… i need them. please.” you say already biting your bottom lip.

you can see him slowly form a grin on his face, not saying a word. he pats his thigh two times, to show you the seat you’ll have for the rest of the night.

you eagerly walk up to him and take off your coat to take your seat on his lap. he pulls you into a kiss that turns into a make out session. he travels his hands down to your waist, and you move yours to hold onto his shoulders. you don’t pull away from his lips for a long time, the taste keeping you addicted.

he makes you pull away at one point, smiling at you. he takes his own coat off, having only a white satin shirt underneath. two buttons of the shirt are already undone, showing his chest real well.. with a nod from him as agreement, you begin unbuttoning his shirt, in a few seconds leaving him shirtless. you saw those abs and muscles countless times yet.. it still makes your body have a reaction you can’t explain.

he softly tugs on your dress while whining and pouting. you laugh at his pouty face, finding him so adorable yet so demanding. “go ahead”, quiet words leave your mouth while looking into his eyes.

he does not hesitate. he takes off that dress almost ripping it off out of excitement, leaving you in your underwear. he uses his middle and ring finger to open your mouth, shoving them in and wetting them with your saliva. you suck on his fingers a bit, getting to be a bit of a show-off.

he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, taking off your panties now. he immediately starts rubbing your clit first, flicking it a bit and getting it all wet.. then he moves down to your folds, moving his fingers back and forth. you grab onto one of his shoulders for support, digging your nails in it.

“l..love please.. put them in..”

he does exactly as he’s told. he shoves both fingers inside you, slowly pumping them in and out.. you’re rapidly losing your mind, this is everything you wished for. you grab onto his wrist with your other hand, trying to make him keep going but.. to no avail.

he stops, giving you a signal to ride his fingers instead. you get into position, trying your best to move your hips back and forth. you moaned feeling his fingers in you, not being able to resist anymore already. when he curls his fingers up inside you, he was almost convinced you were about to cum.

you ride his fingers as well as you can, trying to get on his good side. he’s not quite satisfied with your pace, so he gives you a slap over the mouth. “ride them faster princess, what’s up? tired already?” you’re fucked up as is, his words are making this WAY harder for you. the moans are getting more and more consistent, figuring that you’re going to cum soon.

“okay slut, slow down now. i don’t want you to get too tired. i’ll make you bounce on my cock just like this if you’re a good girl for me.” but… you don’t slow down. with how much energy you have left, you keep going. “ahh..i need to cum..first..plea..” he cuts you off, his tone getting more irritated.

“oh? you wanna cum? let me help you cum then whore.” he grabs onto your neck, choking you ever so slightly while fucking you with his fingers. he’s moving his hand as fast as he can trying to make you cum. you moan uncontrollably at this point, getting so close to your release and not being able to talk properly from the choking.

you do end up cumming all over his veiny fingers and pants. the grasp on your neck loosens, leaving a red mark around it.

“mmm.. since i stretched you out so well with my fingers.. how about we put that to good use?” he smiles, that smile being far away from innocent. you know exactly what he wants and you’re willing to give him that.

you catch up your breath, grabbing onto his shoulders again. “let me ride you then.” you reply, trying to be as nonchalant as you can.

you move your hands down to his pants, slowly slipping them off him. the bulge in his boxers is huge, obviously you already knew that but the thought didn’t comfort you. he’s usually hard to take in, now imagine being all fucked up and having to ride him. you let out a small scared sigh, while taking his boxers off too.

his cock springs up immediately and you lick your lips looking at it. you grab the base to stroke it a few times, before getting into position to ride him. you intertwine your fingers with his as you slowly go down on him. you almost feel like giving out when you take him all in but you need to make him feel good.

you slowly start riding him, his size almost being unbearable to take. he loves it though, he loves how you struggle to take him and how that small bulge appears in your stomach everytime you bounce up and down. he grabs and pulls on your hair just to make you speed up, teasing you with that hair pull each time he feels you slowed down.

you pick up your pace significantly, moving up and down, back and forth on him. your eyes roll back from the pleasure and it really feels like he’s splitting you into two. he stops holding hands to take your tits out of your bra just to fondle them a bit. he’s running his thumb all over your nipples, sending you shivers down your spine.

“such a good girl.” he remarks, coming from him this is a compliment. you smile at his words, motivating you to keep going. he’s very deep inside you right now, any sudden movement almost making you cum a second time..

you can hear him getting more vocal over time, he’s whimpering and cooing.. the usual tough guy that would control every movement of yours, is now getting so vocal.. you love it though, your favourite part of it might just be his moans.

you clench your teeth and force yourself to go as fast as you can, just to make him cum.

“fffuck…. princess hold.. on.. i’m close..” just music to your ears. you want to let this man fill you up right now. you push yourself even more to overstimulation just to make him cum.

he lets out a whimpery moan getting so close already.

“cum.. inside me.. please my love..”

those are the last words you can say before he cums all in you. he’s filling you up to the brim and you can do is smile, feeling his cum leaking out of you. you give him a sweet kiss on the lips then on the nose.

“fucking hell… maybe we should go out to dinner more often hm?”

you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. “you’re so cute.. now, wanna join me in the shower? no games this time.”

“waittt.. so this is why you didn’t send anything from your shower today.. let’s go for another round baby. what do you think?” he says, hugging your waist.

“hmmm.. maybeee. if you use those hands of yours again.”

“well, you know you’re in safe hands with me.”

[lexsssu]

You (Aemond Targaryen) [1/2]

TAGS: Aemond Targaryen/Dragoness!Reader, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, pining

If someone spoke of softness, the last person anyone would think of is Prince Aemond Targaryen. Of the current king’s children and of all the living Targaryens, his dragonsblood ran the hottest.

One might even say as hot as dragon fire.

However, he is thankfully no second coming of the Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. And yet, there is no denying that his ferocity with a sword is on par with his royal uncle.

How fitting is it that it is to Daemon he falls to? Dark Sister pierced through his remaining eye as he fell into the God’s Eye, still strapped to the enormous mass of Vhagar. 

Despite being a brutal death, it is a glorious end to the man that had the blood of dragonlords and conquerors coursing through his veins. Even through the excruciating pain, Aemond accepts his own death with grace and dignity as he surrenders himself to the Stranger.

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“My very first Dragoon summon! Thank you for answering my call…Aemond? That’s a beautiful name. Well then, Aemond…Please take care of me!”

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“Aemond is my first ever Dragoon. I don’t care even if it costs more to ascend him into a Draco Knight, Tabula-san!”

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“I can’t believe it…Aemond looks even cooler in his new Draco Knight armor! And you don’t even have an eyepatch anymore. The sapphire makes you even more badass! Bukubukuchagama is gonna be so jealous when I show you off~!”

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“Things have gotten a lot quieter since almost everyone had to leave…but at least I’ll always have Momo-chan, Nazarick, and you…right, Aemond?”

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“YGGDRASIL will disappear and with it…everything my friends and I had worked so hard for…I’m so sorry for having to leave you and everyone else here. If there was any chance that I could stay…”

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Please

I can’t go back to a world without you

Don’t go somewhere I can’t follow

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“—mond! Quickly, fetch the maesters! My son is awake!”

And so, Aemond the Kinslayer awoke with only a single Targaryen-purple eye as the empty socket on his right throbbed from beneath the layers of bandages. He is once again a mere boy of ten summers who’d just lost his eye in exchange for the world’s largest dragon.

His mother, Queen Alicent, is near hysterical as he lay there, an uncharacteristic calm for a child that had permanently just lost half of his vision. And even as the maester arrived to attend to him, there was only one thing on his mind:

Y.O.U.

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The young Prince Aemond seemed changed after the harrowing ordeal that had lost him an eye and gained him a dragon. He threw himself into his studies and swordsmanship as if in preparation for something bigger than a mere second prince.

Perhaps losing his eye had awakened the blood of kings and conquerors that laid dormant within his blood because it was he who sat upon the Iron Throne. 

Unlike his older sister, Crown Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Aemond regularly involved himself in the affairs of the realm. Rather than leisurely enjoying his time from within the sturdy walls of the Red Keep, he seemed to have inherited the wisdom of the Wise King Jaeherys himself. Some say his brush with death at such a young age had also gotten him a blessing from the Crone.

During the last year of their father’s reign, his older brother, Prince Aegon II, willingly abdicated from the line of succession, becoming a staunch supporter of Aemond’s claim to the throne instead. 

A second Great Council was petitioned by the nobles of Westeros themselves as King Viserys I rapidly deteriorating health signaled the end of his reign and what could only be civil war…

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“The Baratheon sisters are quite comely, my son. Perhaps they might strike your fancy? Lord Lannisters daughters are also very fair—”

“ENOUGH. Mother, I’ve no use for these harlots in my court, much less my chambers. None of them could ever hold a candle to her…”

Queen Alicent bit her lip as she watched her younger son stare up at the large painting he’d commissioned from the kingdom’s greatest painter. It is of a maiden with striking Valyrian features with eyes the deepest burnt gold she’d ever seen.

And yet, the fair maid that had her son so enamored was a mystery to her. Aemond offered no explanation other than the fact that in his heart and his bed, there would only ever be her.

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“Where is this place?”

“Beggin’ ‘yer pardon, me ladyship. But this be Dragonstone.”

“Dragonstone? I don’t think I know where that is either…”

“Ahh…Must’ve flown in from across the Narrow Sea recently then. Mighty odd that ‘yer not bein’ escorted by any knights. The King’ll whip ‘em himself once he finds out tha’ a member of his house is left unguarded…”

“The king?”

“King Aemond I. That gem-eye of his is a wee bit intimidatin’, but he actually gets shit done, so I ain’t complainin’.”

“...Aemond?”

[rememberwren]

okay hi! i simply needed to swing by and tell you that skin deep has seriously not left my brain since i read it yesterday. it is genuinely one of the most well written fics (in general & call of duty specific) that i think i've ever read, as well as, i have now decided, my favorite ghost fic i have ever laid my eyes upon.

your characterization of him was just OH MY GOD it was perfect. i feel like you managed to preserve his cold, stoic exterior while also making him a genuine person that someone so nervous would still be comfortable with. but he is the perfect balance of intimidating yet also incredibly thoughtful. the switch from "you can cancel, i'll refund your money" to "how can i help?" had me SWOONING!!!!! (and i know it's like. basic general stuff but something about how careful and through he was with washing his hands and sanitation and everything ALSO had be swooning idk) sometimes i feel like his gruff dialogue can read a little stiff, but yours was SO NATURAL and i am just. incredibly floored by everything about the way that you wrote him in that fic. he was MWAH perfect.

also when he was late coming back from his break i was really sitting there going "😏🧐 i wonder why" (and i love when i'm right) and once again. insane. perfect. especially contrasting with how incredibly considerate and respectful he's being during the session. like he's taking such care to keep everything covered unless it doesn't need to be, he's so mindful of his hand placement, he's watching her reactions (not just to the pain but also to him. when she gasps he's SNATCHING that hand away. he'll be damned if he makes her uncomfortable and that is simply 😭) but he's like "🙂 be right back" because he can't handle it. that's INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and. don't even get me started on “If you can’t, then don’t,” that line. i had to close the computer for a moment. genuinely. that is the hottest thing i have ever read because i feel like so much smut is like goal-oriented and while there's nothing wrong with a man going "no you're going to give me another" there is something so. incredibly. intimate. about the simple desire to offer the other pleasure with no end goal.

then him asking her out immediately afterwards (but making a point to be like 'i don't regret doing that. just wish i'd done this properly' which gets me every time aksjfalkjhfsd) was so sweet and their dynamic was positively precious and wonderful and i ADORE them.

anyways!! this was incredibly rambly and for that i apologize but you are such an incredibly gifted writer and i'm so happy that i managed to stumble upon a rb of it on my dash because i've been thinking about tattoo artist ghost for WEEKS and this is the exact content i've been looking for. sorry i just hope this wasn't just a pile of affectionate word vomit 🫶🏼

(also re-reading it again when he says “Fuck me. Alright. Meet me at the shop in…twenty?” hehehehehehehehehehe i sure will!)

This was the *greatest* pile of affectionate word vomit ever, please do not ever apologize for it, I’ve been a grinning mess all morning because of this. I’m so very pleased and honored. I love seeing all the little details that stuck out to you. Thank you for taking the time to write this, it made my day 🩶

[doctorhoe]

david tennant as the tenth doctor can look like a rat and pull the most heinous faces he is still the hottest man I have ever laid eyes upon. in other news he is also my best friend and my dad i hope this clears things up ❤️

[raguonmynieceandnephew]

Sometimes, i still have doubts and questions about my sexuality, like, am I really gay? And EVERYTIME something immediately happens to confirm "Yes, you are. There is not a single heterosexual cell in your body."

I was talking to some college friends today and one of their friends showed up and when I tell yall this guy is the finest man I have ever laid my eyes upon. And if looks weren't enough, he was the sweetest, super funny, prime himbo.

The only thing that turned me off was the fact he is a smoker.OR SO I THOUGHT. He didn't want to light his cigarette with his friend's white lighter (don't ask me why) so he asked his friend for a "cigarette kiss", (lighting his cigarette with an already lit one while other guy smoked) and let me tell you, it was thee hottest thing I have ever seen in my life, and then he casually says "one time I did this with a guy and he said it was hot and I fucked him 😃"

Oh. OK. Cool. I am reacting normally to this information. Very well.

[shintin]

Fifty Shades Of Blue

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot (A special chapter from Forget Me Not)

Summary: What happens when Satoru Gojo wants to surprise his girlfriend with a mysterious gift in a black box with a red ribbon? Are you asking me? Nope! I won't spoil anything, but don't forget to fasten your seatbelt, we're heading straight to hell.

Word count: 10.1 k

Warning: NSFW (pure smut), nudity (of course), mentions of sex toys (my fav part), thigh grinding (don't ask), Oh, God! and lots of teasing and shameless stuff :D

Song Recommendation: Don't Be So Shy - Imany & Filatov & Karas

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The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something... Ahhh... something is... burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you...

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky..." He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What... what are you..."

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh... Satoru! Umh... D-don't stop...please more..." With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come... They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was...

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you allowed yourself to dream about happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru... I..." You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru..." You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him...

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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[howlingday]

jaune D&D au) dwarf nora, goblin neo, and halfling ruby get into an argument over who's the hottest short stack. poor paladin jaune is caught in the cross fire and made to decide. dang it! he specifically asked his goddess (pyrhha goddess of victory and just war) NOT to give him a harem

You Must Be This Tall To Answer

"My Lady, Pyrrha Victoria, I beseech thee!"

Jaune cried out to the heavens. The clouds parted at time stilled, a golden light shining through, blocked only by the heavenly visage of a maiden in battle armor. Her armor and shield were a shining bronze with only a few scuffs marring them. Her hair was a blazing red, alive like fire as it glowed beckoningly upon her champion. Her eyes were a glistening emerald green, with promise of victory growing with every moment they gazed upon him.

She parted her lips and spoke in a heavenly voice. Any lesser man unworthy of her would falter at the words she spoke next.

"Sup, Jaune?"

"I need your help, Pyrrha." Jaune fell to his knees. "I don't know what to do."

"Oh, and what might this be in reference to?"

"Didn't you see it? I thought you were omniscient."

"I was in the bath."

"That doesn't explain-"

"Jaune," the Paladin straightened, "what's the problem?"

Jaune took a deep breath before explaining. "We were on our way to stop the Crimson Bull from attacking a human settlement nearby, but all of a sudden, the girls started fighting one night!"

"Any reason why?"

"I don't know!" Jaune answered, arms extended above his head. "I went to bed one night, and the next morning, they're stand-offish with each other, and now they're asking me about who's better of them.

"Better as in how?"

"Something about being a shortstack?"

"I can't imagine."

Last night, Jaune had slipped into his tent for bed. Shortly after, Ruby tip-toed to his tent, taking advantage of her light halfling steps. Her red cape billowed in the soft night breeze.

She was caught off-guard, however, as Neo yanked her by her hair and tossed her away, a common tactic in goblin mating battles. Her scarred throat seemed to glow in the firelight.

Neo approached with her knife, but was tossed away from the tent with ease by Nora's dwarven strength. She chuckled as she stroked her beard, sneering at the goblin.

It was at this point that the three noticed each other's attire. Ruby was in a nightgown with beautiful rose-embroidery along the hem. Neo was more risque with a revealing blouse and skirt reserved for brothels. Nora decided to the hells with subtlety and stood naked and proud in front of the tent.

"Now, where the fuck do you think you two are going?"

Neo silently growled at the dwarf.

Ruby stood up and pointed. "I'm going to check on Jaune! He's been having nightmares, so I'm going to see if I can help!"

"Ha!" Nora waved a hand in front of her. "I don't remember our fearless leader mentioning a thing about nightmares once. Don't forget, I've been in the party longer than the both of you!"

"Yeah, well, I knew him a lot longer than you!" Ruby defended. "I just needed to help my sister."

"More like you needed your sister's help!" Nora guffawed at the red halfling. She then shot a fist to her left, forcing Neo to jump away. "And don't think you can slip past me with your shadow step, soft-bumps!" Neo glares at the girl. "You may not have been in the party long, but that doesn't mean I don't know who you are. Now, both of you kindly," Nora scooped up some dirt and rubbed it into her palms before spitting into them as well. She slapped her chest and bellowed, "Back the fuck off!"

"I just don't know what to do, Pyrrha." Jaune looked to the sky above as he laid back.

"Well, it's as I always say, Jaune," her champion joined her as she reminded him, "a party needs a strong pillar in fertile ground to rise to bliss."

"I know, I know, but what does that even mean?!" Jaune sat up. "I'm not a carpenter, or a farmer, or a philosopher! What am I supposed to do?"

Pyrrha shrugged. "I'm sorry, Jaune, but I must go. The others are calling me."

"What others?!" Jaune jumped up to the fading goddess, "You always pull this crap! You give some fake wisdom and bail on me!"

"May you forever walk in fall's grace."

"Get back here and help me!" Jaune threw up a gesture. "Fuck you, you red-haired bitch!"

"Well, isn't that a prayer if ever I heard one?" Jaune spun in place, meeting the grinning dwarf, the silently snickering goblin, and the blushing halfling. Nora groomed her beard with a smile. "Maybe I should be a champion, too? Sounds like a fun goddess to serve."

"She really isn't." Jaune sighed. "So, are we ready to go?"

"Just as soon as you answer our question." Jaune groaned. "What? You think getting alone time with your goddess gets you a free pass?" Neo and Ruby shook their heads. "In case you forgot, I'll ask again. Of the three of us, who is the best shortstack?"

"I mean, can't I say all of you?"

"Oh, sure you can!" Jaune relaxed at this. "Just like you can say we're all the strongest, the fastest, and the leader of this party!" Jaune's relaxation quickly shifted to exhaustion. "C'mon! You can't expect a halfling to be cuter than me!"

"I mean, why not?" Ruby perked up at his answer. "She's fast, and light. She reminds me of a bunny rabbit. Or maybe a mouse, since she squeaks like one when she's nervous." Ruby did just that as she hid behind her cape, blushing.

"Okay, she's cute," Nora admitted, "but she cannot be sexy. Nobody wants a mouse in their sheets, and especially not a toad." She shot a glare at Neo, who silently snarled at Nora.

"Actually," the spotlight was on Jaune once more, "I kind of think Neo is sexy. I don't mind her bumps, and the way she slips into tight spaces is pretty hot." Neo smiled, then stuck her tongue out at Nora.

"Well, she may not be hard on the eyes for you, but she can't compare to the raw sexual energy a full-figured woman like myself!" Nora posed erotically. "Wouldn't you agree, oh fearless leader?"

"But you aren't sexy, Nora." Ruby and Neo covered their mouths to hold their laughs. Nora cracked her neck and her knuckles as she approached Jaune, who stammered. "W-What I mean, uh, is that you're not sexy, but, uh, beautiful!" Jaune covered his face. When no beatings came, he uncovered his face and saw the Blushing dwarf make a gesture to continue. "Well, uh, you always have something to say, and I really admire that confidence. I mean, you're the first in every fight, the last one standing, and you know what to say to lift my spirits up when I'm down. I mean, in my mind, you're what I always imagined my wife would be like, Nora."

Nora pushed past him, holding her sack close over her shoulder. "We wasted enough time. Let's go." As she pushed forward, the party behind her, she did her best to hide the blush in her beard.

Ruby ran up to Jaune's side. She fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke. "Um, you don't think I'm sexy?"

"I mean, in your own way, but-" Jaune was caught in a trap. There was no way for him to get out.

"So, you wouldn't want a mouse in your sheets?" Ruby asked. Taking the line offered, he climbed out of the web, chuckling as he answered.

"I'm not exactly against it."

[thran-duils]

My Perfect Pet

Title: My Perfect Pet Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Boss Tony Stark. Reader disobeys Mr. Stark’s order to work in his office and learns her lesson for disobeying when he tells her to do something. Words: 2,303 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Dom/sub, fingering, shameless smut, boss/employee relationship, punishment, office sex Author’s Note: I had a dream, alright? I got distracted from the other fics because of it.

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You walked into one of the old filing rooms where one of the old assistants was already working to scan old documents in. A whole archive had been discovered recently and they needed all of the papers uploaded onto the Stark database.

Aeisha looked up when you walked in and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, I thought Abby was going to be down here with me.”

“She really wanted to be around and in Mr. Stark’s office.”

When you had arrived this morning, the head security told you where you were supposed to be. Mr. Stark gave orders at the beginning of the day where all of you were supposed to be and he had wanted you assisting him today. But Abby had complained to you, pouting. You figured it was not a big deal and told her you would take her job down in the filing room instead. She had been ecstatic.

The other girl snorted and said, “Of course she does. She’s been trying to get him to fuck her for months.”

You stammered, “W-what?”

“He has his favorites. She wants to be one of them.” She held up her phone, the newest version, and smirked, “He gives good gifts to keep us away from HR. Not that I would ever consider that.”

“You… have sex with him?”

Aeisha shrugged, “When he wants. It’s not often. In between the ladies at his parties and some other girls in the building, there’s time in between.” She saw the look on your face and gave a hearty laugh. “He’s good in bed. Don’t worry. When I said I wouldn’t consider going to HR, I mean it. That man knows how to work my pussy.”

‘That’s not what I’m worried about,” you muttered, opening one of the boxes. ‘I didn’t know I was gonna have to potentially fuck my boss if he ever gets a wild hair. Wasn’t in the job description. Sure, he’s extremely attractive – sexy – but, Jesus. That’s asking for issues if you ever wanna be in a relationship with someone and he’s still expecting it. Maybe I should be thanking Abby for taking his office today.”

Aeisha closed the scanner and shot you a curious look. “Wait… did you clear that switch with him?”

You shook your head and she rose her eyebrows, looking concerned.

“What?”’ you asked worriedly. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. We are both gonna do the same thing no matter where we are at.”

“He wanted to see you in there, Y/N. He’s very specific about his instructions.”

Your stomach did a flip flop and you asked worriedly, “Am I going to get in trouble?”

Aeisha shrugged, “Who knows? If he hasn’t sent Abby back down here in the next twenty minutes, maybe it’ll just slide.”

You did not want to lose this job; it was well paying, especially for NYC.

“I guess I’ll just… go up there if she gets put back down here,” you said slowly, thumbing through the files.

You picked some of the papers up and asked Aeisha where she was filing the paperwork before going to your own scanner. You kept tensing whenever you heard someone walk by, thinking it was Abby coming down to fetch you and make you go upstairs where Mr. Stark wanted to see you. It was customary for you to wear pencil line skirts and low-cut shirts with heels, something that had been encouraged by the hiring manager. And you learned quickly it was just the norm with all of the assistants. Thankfully, you had already had a good enough collection started with going out wear that was easily masked as office wear. Such as the bodycon dress you were wearing today, the long zipper up the back that you had had to have your roommate help you with. But now you wondered if maybe you should cut back on it a little bit, knowing what you did now.

Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts of your mind, focusing on your work.

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It was almost 9:00pm when you were walking back from the filing room. You told your immediate supervisor that you would take a few more hours today to be able to get off early tomorrow for your appointment tomorrow afternoon a few weeks ago.

You stopped though outside Mr. Stark’s office, hearing noises coming from within. You furrowed your brow confused considering how late it was. You put your hand on the door, your ear coming closer. Someone yelped loudly inside and you threw the door open in alarm, thinking someone was getting hurt.

Upon seeing Mr. Stark being straddled by a naked woman and another kissing him beside them on the couch, you almost vomited in embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I thought—goodnight!” you stammered, closing the door clumsily and rushing off.

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You were not surprised in the slightest when you arrived the next morning that Mr. Stark wanted you in his office. Reluctantly, you walked to the door and knocked. He called from inside and you took a deep breath, your heart hammering. All you could see was them on the couch last night and feel your mortification that had kept you up half the night.

He was working off to the side of his desk with a hologram table, his back to you. He was wearing a three-piece suit as usual, sans the jacket, all black.

You did not know what to say – if you should say anything too – so you just stood there awkwardly until he sensed the awkwardness too and turned around. You did not miss the slight smirk that graced his lips at the sight of you.

“Mhm, Y/N. Good morning,” he greeted you, closing the hologram and turning around to stride back to his desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Stark,” you managed to say.

He sat on the edge of the desk, running his eyes over you. You had chosen a mid-thigh dress, still showing leg but the top was long sleeved, no cleavage.

You blurted becoming uncomfortable with the silence, “I really am sorry.”

“For?” he questioned.

That caught you off guard and you stammered, “U-uh. Last night?”

“Oh, that,” Tony chuckled. “I didn’t know anyone was still on the floor. Quite a surprise to see you. Did throw the vibe off a bit, took me out of my element, really.” He cleared his throat and said, “As a matter of fact, thank you for apologizing because the sex really wasn’t as great as it was going to be if I hadn’t of seen you. Because it just reminded me of earlier in the day when I was expecting to see you when I came in the morning and I was severely annoyed when it wasn’t you. So, I was just a little irked during the whole threesome.”

He snickered seeing you at loss for words. “Well, I figure you can make it up to me. We can break in the couch. Just you and me.”

A strangled noise left your throat. “What?”

“Did I stammer? You disobeyed what I asked yesterday. I was gonna let it slide and give you a chance to make it right next time – aka this morning when I requested you again to be in here. I like my assistants in the building to follow directions specifically how I ask them. But then, you came in and interrupted when I was about to plow two of the hottest models on the market right now and threw off my vibe.”

That sounded so ridiculous, you said before you could stop yourself, “You still had sex with them.”

His eyes crinkled with his dangerous smile. “That’s cheeky. You are very determined to get me even more riled up, aren’t you? I didn’t mark you as bratty. Everyone’s got their surprises though...”

He stood up from the desk and you fought to stand your ground, your hands still folded in front of you. His eyes were searching hungrily, eyeing you up like a piece of meat.

“You’re definitely not a top rider like Vivian or Aeisha. They love sitting in my lap… reverse cowgirl…” Heat came to your cheeks as he ran his eyes over you again, lingering on your legs. A wicked smirk came to his face as he met your gaze again. “No. That’s not you. Not at all. You’re a perfect candidate for training.”

Training…?

“In fact, we can have your first lesson now. Lock the door.”

“Mr. Stark—”

He sat on the couch and said, “Do you remember me just saying that I like my assistants to listen? And follow directions just as they’re told? This is your chance to do that. So, impress me, sweetheart. Or leave the building and don’t come back. I’ll have someone mail your check or direct deposit. Whatever the hell you have set up.”

You stared at him in bewilderment, and he was staring back, a hard look in his eyes. He was not messing around. Swallowing sharply, you turned on your heel and went to the door, sliding the lock into place. You turned around, your heart thumping.

“Take your dress off. Put this blindfold on,” he ordered, reaching for the piece of cloth on the table. You had failed to notice it sitting there before; he had already had this on his mind before you had come in apparently. “And get over my knee.”

Mortified, you took a step back towards the door and his eyes flashed at the movement.

“What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

You had a choice, really you did. You could find other work, but you did not want to. Sucking down a deep breath, you walked over towards him. He reached forward again and grabbed a small remote, clicking it. The large TV turned on at the end of the office and he turned on a random show, turning the volume up.

Your dress fell to your ankles and you stepped out of it. There was a fire sparked seeing the way he was looking at you, drinking you in. But it made you extremely nervous too; what if this went sideways and you lost the job anyway?

The blindfold was waiting on his thigh and you reached for it, putting it on and laid across his lap. You could feel his length through his dress pants, causing heat to come to your core already as well. You squirmed with the anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard and you gasped loudly with the sting. His hand caressed at your ass, squeezing. “Look at that nice jiggle you had just there. You’re gonna tell me you’re sorry when this is all done and take this like an obedient girl. Right?”

“Right.”

“’Right, sir’,” Tony corrected you.

“Right, sir,” you squeaked in repeat back to him.

He hummed in approval before he smacked you again, harder this time. He yanked your underwear down and ordered you to kick them off. He helped getting them around your heels and you felt him toss them. His hand was back on your ass, squeezing and admiring. Another smack landed and then another, drawing a low groan from you.

Tony’s fingers delved past your wet folds, running up and down your sex. A finger slipped in as his thumb massaged your clit, causing you to pant in need.

“Look at you, you little wanton harlot,” Tony husked, adding another finger.

He pulled his hand away and laid another hard smack across your cheeks, leaving wetness from you.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You did what he told you and you squealed when he slapped your pussy, instinctively clenching and driving your hips forward.

“Keep them open!”

Hesitantly, you did what he said, and you cried out softly when he smacked your pussy again, repeatedly. The contact was reverberating, stimulating. He was driving you insane, loving the contact on your clit from each hit. You heard him spit and his other hand came to rub at your tight ring, wet from his spit, while the other found your nub again, circling faster now. He was working you too well, it was too much pressure. You did not want to come all over him, and you clenched again, trying to stop him from touching you.

He laid a rough smack across your ass and growled, “I told you to keep your legs open!”

Whimpering, you opened your legs again to him and he praised, “Good girl. Now, are you, sorry, pet?” You nodded and he squeezed at your nub causing you to whine sharply. “Tell me!”

“I’m sorry, sir!”

“Mhm, you’re a fast learner. Such a good girl. But what are you sorry for?” he asked, his fingers picking up speed.

“Not listening to you! For interrupting you!” you panted, gripping at the couch fabric.

“Yeah, that was really naughty of you,” Tony agreed, his knuckles brushing your sex as he hit your g spot. “Very naughty.” Your breath was quick and short, and he cooed, “Sweetheart, do you need to come?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” you begged, embarrassed simultaneously how easily you had come unraveled. How easy it was for you to fall into this role.

Tony hit your spot again and you moaned pathetically. “You can let go. Come for me.”

You cried out, shaking, coming undone around his fingers. His other hand came to your throat, holding tight as he continued to stroke you, slower now as you shook with your release. He squeezed in slightly and that only added a cherry on top to your orgasm.

Empty of him, you heard him salaciously sucking on his fingers, his other hand still flexing gently on your throat, and he hummed in approval again. “I think with some more lessons, you can shape up to my perfect pet.”

~~~

Forever tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld

[s0ftness]

lost and found | i

Summary: In dire need of a safe place, you stumble upon a kind stranger in the middle of the woods.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Thor x Reader, Lumberjack!Thor x Hispanic!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY.  Mild mentions of physical injury, oral sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, fluffy shit.

Word Count: 5.8k+

A/N: So, this is my first time posting my work and I’m a little nervous, so any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated. Inspiration for this came directly from @imanuglywombat​‘s and @nellblazer​‘s Celebration of Lumberjack Smut Challenge. There’s a whole lot I’d like to explore with this pair, so there might be more parts in the future. Please let me know what you think!

Also, find this on AO3!

The sun was slowly making its way down the sky, eager to find rest behind the mountains, tinting the firmament indigo as stars began to blink awake. The temperature was also going down but sweat coated your skin and made your clothes stick to your body as you hiked up the mountain. Unsure of where you were even heading to, you ventured deeper into the woods in search for a safe place to spend the night. Unable to recall when your last meal was, your vision began to blur and you lost your footing for a second, slipping on a loose rock and ripping open your pants, the skin of your knee and palms scraped. Great, just what you needed. You wiped at the torn skin with the back of your sleeve, but there truly wasn’t much you could do. Darkness was creeping in closer, faster than you thought it would, and the sight of heavy clouds rolling in made your empty stomach clench with dread.

The sound was faint at first. And you stood in silence then, every muscle frozen. You hadn’t crossed paths with a bear yet or anything of the sort, but you knew there were countless dangers lurking in the shadows, and were well aware of your vulnerable state. Not tripping over your own two feet and splitting your head open so far had been a feat of its own, but an ever-present possibility nonetheless. Holding your breath for as long as you could, you trekked forward as silently as possible, slowly beginning to discern the rhythmic pattern of the sound. Not an animal, then.

Not far from where you were, the trees gave way to a clearing and you realized you were now on somebody’s private property. And that somebody was chopping wood.

You shuddered at the thought of a crazy man chasing you away with an axe, but you didn’t have many options here, not to mention you were running out of time. After drawing in one deep, fortifying breath, you cautiously made your way over. The rustling of leaves and crunching branches beneath your feet gave you away, apparently, because the figure suddenly stood still. Your fingers grazed over the rough bark of the tree in front of you, and you peeked around it.

Just a few feet away from you, stood a tall man. Huge, really. Your eyesight wasn’t your most reliable sense right then, but he looked strong. And alone. Truly, you weren’t sure either of those things were good or bad, but your body was too weak to hold you up any longer and you feared you might pass out right there on the treeline.

Holding up both hands in what you hoped was an appeasing gesture, you moved forward as slowly as you could. He remained rooted to the ground, right next to the stump he used as a chopping block, his hand wrapped loosely around his axe by the handle.

“No trouble…” you croaked out in a heavily-accented voice, as you took a trembling step forward. “Not looking for trouble,” you attempted to clarify.

That seemed to amuse him, as he snorted a bit. You didn’t look like you could cause much trouble, even if you wanted to. You looked like you’d been through hell and had barely made it out. If you felt like shit, the way his face contorted into a deep frown when you stepped into the light made it clear you looked even worse. With a soft thump, he lodged the axe on the stump and made his way over to you. You cringed instantly, stumbling back a few steps when he got too close.

“You alone?” His voice was deep and rich, but he quickly glanced around to check along the treeline for good measure. You nodded, but the motion sent your head spinning and you stumbled a bit.

“I just need somewhere to be tonight. I think a storm is coming,” you murmured, the lilt of your voice barely audible at such volume. A couple of warm hands reached forward to grab you by the upper arms, steadying you. He half expected you to bolt, but you surprised him by slumping in his grip. With a low sigh, he led one of your arms to wrap around his shoulders as he held up most of your weight while walking you up the front steps of his cabin.

Once inside, he placed you on a loveseat by the fireplace. There was no fire burning, but you felt much warmer indoors. He grabbed the blanket draped over the back of the seat and laid it over you. You frowned in confusion by his kindness, but decided it was probably in your best interest to keep your mouth shut for a while. As he stood this close, tucking the fabric around your shoulders and feet until you felt like a blanket burrito, you finally got a chance to look at him. Like, really look at him.

Boy, was he beautiful.

He looked like he’d had a long day, too. His eyes were tired, but kind, and impossibly blue. His long blond hair was messy but tied at the back of his neck in a low ponytail. You faintly wondered if he’d been sculpted by gods, because that bone structure was to die for. If you had had even one ounce of energy left in your body, you probably would’ve used it to touch his cheek to make sure he was real. His beard was thick and suited him well, and you wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. His lips were full and plump, and they were… moving?

Oh. He was speaking to you.

“... in a while. I can heat up some soup for you, if you want.”

You blinked a couple times as you forced your eyesight to focus. The man let out a quiet sigh and gave your shoulder a gentle pat.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

So you did. All bundled up and warm, you battled yourself to maintain your eyes open as he headed to the kitchen. For soup, you reminded yourself. For you. That was the moment your stomach decided to growl embarrassingly loudly, and you sunk deeper into the soft, worn leather of the sofa.

A gentle shake on your shoulder awakened you, and you jolted a bit in surprise.

“Hey, it’s okay! It’s okay, you dozed off for a bit. Why don’t you eat this? It’ll make you feel better.” He then placed a large bowl of hot soup on your lap and you wrapped both hands around it. Your eyes were impossibly round and doe like, and your host had to force himself to look away.

“Thank you, er… uh…”

“Thor,” he offered as he lowered himself to sit on the edge of the coffee table across from you. “My name’s Thor.”

“Thor,” you repeated softly, savouring the foreign word in your tongue. He swallowed hard. You offered your own name in return. “Thank you, Thor.”

He hummed in response and rose to his feet to kneel in front of the fireplace to set up some wood in it and get it going. The flames took on quickly and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. Thor glanced at you over his shoulder, and found you raising the bowl to your lips to gulp down the broth eagerly. A smile tugged on the corner of his mouth, but he quickly rose to his feet and walked away.

It wasn’t often that Thor had visitors. He had never had any, to be honest. Ever since he’d come back to Earth after wandering the universe senselessly, he’d been on his own. Up there, he longed for home. But home no longer existed, not to him anyway. Everybody he had ever considered to be home was gone now, so he’d decided to build one for himself out here. It got lonely sometimes, but it was peaceful, and that was much more than he thought himself worthy of.

Inside his bedroom, he rummaged through his things to find a few pieces of clothing you could wear and set them on the foot of his bed. Next, he went into the bathroom and drew you a bath with the hottest water he could offer, and threw in some bubbles for good measure. He’d always loved a good bubble bath, and you looked like you could keep a secret.

With everything set up for you to clean up, he made his way back to the living room to find you laying on your side on the floor in front of the fire. You were curled up in a little cocoon under the blanket he’d given you, and you were lazily watching the flames dance over burning wood, your eyelids getting heavier by the second. Thor bit the inside of his cheek and went to kneel next to you, one broad hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I prepared a bath for you. There are also some clothes on the bed you can wear. Just leave your dirty ones in the bathroom and I’ll take care of it, yeah?”

You rolled onto your back and gazed up at him, brows knit together in confusion. “You really don’t have to do all this. I can just stay here and leave when the sun comes up.”

“Nonsense,” he replied with a shake of his head. He rose to his feet and held out a hand for you to take, hauling you up onto your feet and grimacing apologetically when you winced in pain. Your hand felt minuscule engulfed by his, but you relished the warmth as he led you through his home and to the bathroom. Against the far wall, was a beautiful wood bathtub and you gave in to the impulse to brush your fingertips along its smooth side before dipping them in the hot water. A wide smile spread on your face. It had been longer than you’d like to admit since you’d had a proper bath, even longer one with warm water. You turned to face your host to thank him, but the sheer emotion in your glazed-over eyes nearly knocked him off his feet.

Thor cleared his throat and walked over to hand you a washcloth and a bar of soap, but your free hand came up to trap both his ridiculously large hands between yours.

“You… you don’t have to go,” you whispered, gaze fixed on your joint hands.

Thor flushed red in an instant. He pulled both hands back like he’d been burned by you, and rubbed his sweaty palms on the front of his worn jeans. The hurt in your expression made him want to punch himself. He opened his mouth to speak, only to clamp it shut when he was unable to come up with a proper response.

You merely gave him a half smile and took a step back, closer to the tub. Without releasing his gaze, you toed off your boots and pulled your hoodie over your head. He swallowed tightly, and his pupils dilated. His eyes were dark now, a thin ring of stormy blue where there had been sparkling sea glass before. You weren’t sure what had come over you, you weren’t usually this bold, but the whole thing seemed surreal and it had been far too long since you’d felt warm and cared for. He was a ridiculously attractive man and you knew a longing stare when you saw one. Even if it was just for a moment, you both seemed like you could use the company.

Nimble fingers pulled your pants open before pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them. Your knee was scraped and bruised, but Thor could hardly focus on that when you were slowly exposing miles and miles of soft skin. You wore nothing under your long-sleeved shirt, and a pained sound ripped through him at the sight. Your velvet skin was littered with small cuts and bruises, some around the base of your throat and what he could’ve sworn were fingerprints around your arms, causing him to frown deeply. You were covered in grime and dry blood, and he felt his hands twitch into fists at his sides. He had no idea who you were or where you’d come from, but he’d known the second he laid eyes on you that you had nowhere else to go. It was a feeling he knew all too well by now. He didn’t have much to offer, he was merely the broken shell of the man he used to be; but somebody had hurt you, and you stumbled into his life because fate willed it so. He was no King, no god, no warrior. Not anymore. But you seeked no king, no riches… you seeked solace. And he felt you deep inside his soul.

Unaware of his own movements, Thor found himself standing right in front of you, hands hovering the curve of your hip bones. Yours lead them to touch you, the tips of his fingers hooking into the soft fabric of your undergarments before pulling them down your thighs and letting them fall to the ground by your feet. Despite his form towering over you, you did not feel intimidated. You felt confident and desirable, powerful even. You called the shots here, you had him wrapped around your finger, and he looked more than ready to drop to his knees to worship you.

Thor vaguely wondered if you were real at all, or if perhaps this was some fantasy his mind had created to chase away the coldness of solitude. He lifted one hand to ghost over the side of your face, and you leaned gratefully into the touch. The rough pad of his finger grazed over the apple of your cheek, down the slope of your nose and over the shape of your plush mouth. You puckered up your lips to press a soft kiss to his thumb, the tip of your tongue peeking out after to taste the salty skin. His jaw clenched and his grip tightened, said thumb pushing past your lips and into your scorching hot mouth. You opened wide for him, eyes fluttering closed, now standing on the tips of your bare toes and leaning into him as you swayed in your spot. His free hand came to rest on the small of your back, steadying you, pressing you forward against him while he watched, entranced, the way your warm wet tongue swirled around his finger. Thor withdrew his hand enough to make your lips release him with a soft pop, and he dragged the digit across your lips, wetting them with your saliva. You licked your lips together and leaned forward, blindly chasing after his touch, only to meet his mouth with your own.

The sound you made was angelic, and he was certain he couldn’t have made you up. Not you, not this perfect, not this warm. Both your arms slid up to drape over his broad shoulders, and he bent down to kiss you deeply, slowly, unwilling to let a single inch of you untouched. Carefully, he led you to take a couple steps backwards until the back of your knees hit the edge of the tub.

“Get in,” he commanded gruffly.

You felt his voice right in your core.

Lip caught between pearly whites, you kept your gaze trained on him as you carefully stepped inside the bathtub. A soft sigh escaped you then, and you let your head fall back, soaking your hair in the warm water. Thor quickly discarded his clothes, kicking them off to the side before climbing inside behind you. You pouted for a second, sulking for missing your chance to admire him in all his nudity for he’d moved in a blur. The sentiment was shortfelt, though, when he pulled you to lean back against him, his broad torso surrounding you as he encased you in his arms. He stretched comfortably, the entire tub clearly customized to fit his large form.

One wide palm lay flat on your belly, pressing you back against him until you sat on his thighs, and you swallowed a moan when you felt him settle comfortably between your cheeks. You rolled your hips back experimentally and his breathing hitched. A wicked smile curling your lips, you peered back at him through your lashes as you repeated the motion. Thor growled softly and pinched the inside of your thigh, making you squeal and attempt to squirm away. The palm on your stomach held you still while his mouth ran from the top of your shoulder, along the curve where it met your neck, and up to nibble at the shell of your ear. He then reached over to grab the bar of soap and lathered up the washcloth to begin washing you.

He rubbed your tender skin carefully until you were clean from head to toes. He’d even delved between your legs to wash you there, but his touch was much too gentle to appease your burning need. Soft mouth sounds came from him, soothing you into relaxation as he took care of you in ways you never dared imagine. Nobody in your life had touched you with such gentleness and patience, and when he started washing your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks to detangle them, you lost it.

Crystal tears rolled down your flushed cheeks and you squeezed your eyes shut. Thor made no comment about it, and instead just kept on humming softly while massaging your scalp. After he rinsed your hair out, you wiped away at your face before carefully turning in his arms to straddle him, this time his length coming to nestle between your lower lips, and you couldn’t help grinding down on him, gliding your core along his shaft from root to tip. This time, he made no move to stop you, both his hands coming down to grab your backside tightly.

You nearly gave in, the blunt head of his cock resting right against your entrance, merely a hair’s breadth away from slipping inside you. But you were not done with him, not yet. So you scooted back to sit on his upper thighs again and grabbed the washcloth from the edge of the tub to lather it up with soap and begin repaying him in kind for his gentle treatment.

Thor couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d been with a woman, and he felt giddy and excited like a young lad. Not that it mattered really. No other woman mattered when he had you right there, in his arms: real, tangible, his. Perhaps only for a second, but his nonetheless. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and it took a ridiculous amount of sheer willpower to break apart from his scrumptious mouth.

“Don’t distract me, I’m not done,” you mumbled between stolen kisses. Thor gave your ass a rough squeeze and you yelped softly.

“Do hurry up then, little one. Water’s running cold.”

-

After turning on the heater in his room, Thor walked out to lock up for the night. Seemingly unfazed by the cold weather, he strolled around the cabin barefoot, his nudity barely concealed by the towel  perched precariously low on his hips. You followed him around like a lost puppy, wrapped up in the bathrobe he’d lent you, the length of it nearly dragging against the floor. Once he made sure all the doors and windows were locked, he approached the fireplace to put it out but you rapidly protested.

“You don’t have to do that! I- I meant what I said earlier. I can stay right here and leave first thing in the morning. You’ve already done so much for me.”

Your words put a furrow between his brows so he went to stand right in front of you. With two fingers tucked under your chin, he tilted up your head to gaze directly into your eyes. His voice was low, and you struggled not to look away, his grip on you tightening when you tried to. “Is that what you want?”

You shuffled your feet nervously and chewed on your lip, a nervous habit you hadn’t been able to quit. “You’ve been so kind to me, a total stranger, and I-'' Your mouth clamped shut when he grunted in protest, his frown deepening.

“That’s not what I asked. Tell me, is that what you’d prefer?”

Struggling to word a proper response, you merely opened and shut your mouth like a gaping fish. His gaze flickered down to your lips, but his own were set in a stern line. You shook your head no. He rose one thick eyebrow questioningly. You swallowed the lump in your throat and straightened your spine.

“No. I’d rather be with you.”

Thor hummed lowly in response, clearly pleased. Bending down slightly, he gave you a quick, chaste kiss before turning back and walking away to put out the fire. You merely stood there, waiting for him to finish while you rubbed your cold feet together and toyed with the long sleeves of the thick robe. Once he considered everything to be in order, he approached you again and took your hand in his to lead you back into his bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked timidly, inching closer to him to slide both arms around his tapered waist from behind. Your cold nose pressed against the space between his shoulder blades, lips ghosting over his freckled skin. He shuddered, but it wasn’t because he was cold. He was surprisingly warm, and when he slowly spun in your embrace to face you, your cheek went to rest against his broad chest, gently rubbing against the light dusting of hair there.

The air in the bedroom was thick and warm thanks to the heater, and you could feel your muscles loosen as warmth seeped into them. After shaking his head in response to your question, he brought up one of those ridiculously large hands of his to cradle the back of your head as he leaned down to brush a kiss against the crown of your head. “Come, I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You really were, but your blood was boiling and your skin was buzzing, and sleep couldn’t be farther from your mind. You stepped back and closer to the bed, your fingertips trailing down his torso to give his towel a gentle tug. Thor merely watched you, curiosity and desire dancing in his heated gaze. Despite his body’s pleas, he didn’t budge. You huffed out a low breath and gave the fabric another tug, more insistent, and he took one step forward, the tail of the towel tucked against his skin coming loose. If you moved your hand back, it would fall to the ground, and god, you really wished he’d make this easier on you. He wanted you and you knew that. You saw it in the ferocity of his eyes, in the flaring of his nostrils, in the clench of his jaw. Hell, you could even see it through the stupid towel he made no effort to get rid of.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched you grow impatient, but he’d be lying if he denied you made all his blood pool in his groin, his head dizzy and oxygen-deprived. He was dying to run his hands all over your body, over your impossibly soft skin, over every dip and curve of your silhouette, he wanted to kiss and taste you, and discover every beautiful sound he could coax out of you… But what he wanted didn’t matter now. Thor was aware you were a tough one, he’d known it the second he saw you, but you could still be fragile in many ways he didn’t quite know yet. If this was going to happen, it would have to happen on your terms. Because you willed it so. Because you wanted him.

One small fist still clutched the fabric against his body while your free hand reached out to grab his and place it over the knot keeping your robe together. He instinctively gave the small bow a single yank and both sides of the robe fell open. Thor drew in a deep breath and, unable to hold himself back any longer, he slid one hand over your bare stomach and around your circumference, fingertips digging into the small of your back to tug you forward. In that instant you let go of his towel and let it fall to the floor in a heap. A loud whine escaped you at the sight, and you fell to your knees.

He was instantly reaching to hoist you up, but you were already pressing your face against his muscled thigh, nuzzling the coarse hair coating it and inhaling deeply his scent. He smelled like musk and pine trees, like freshly turned ground and a brewing storm. You whimpered and pressed your face against the soft spot between his inner thigh and his hip before licking up a broad stripe there. Thor’s knees buckled, but his hands instinctively went to run through your soft hair and massage your scalp. His erection stood proudly, thick and hard as steel. You mouthed softly at the entire length, your pink tongue peeking out to kitten lick his soft skin. The fingers in your hair tightened their grip as you leisurely made your way to the tip, pressing a kiss to it before opening your mouth wide and welcoming him in.

It was unlike you, to drop to your knees for a man. Particularly one you virtually knew nothing about. But it was like your body acted on its own around him, abandoning all sense of shame or even self-preservation, driven by something deeper, wilder inside you that had laid dormant until now. He tasted both tart and sweet, and you let go of your inhibitions as you devoured him like a woman starved. His sighs and low grunts only fueled your desire, egging you on to bob your head and swallow around mouthfuls of him.

Too long. It truly had been way too long, and Thor was clinging to whatever remnants of his sanity were left when you worked him like you knew exactly what he needed. It was difficult enough to not let go the second you took him in your mouth and coat your throat with his hot spend. Unable to hold it together any longer, Thor carefully pulled you away despite his own protests, an obscene whine escaping him at the crude sight of his cock slipping out of your mouth, slick with spit and desire. He entertained the thought of shoving himself back down your throat for a split second, but the better part of him knew he needed to be inside you right then or else he would combust.

Somehow managing to keep his touch gentle, he all but shoved you back onto the bed while peeling the offending robe off your frame. You were truly exquisite. His lips latched onto your sensitive neck to lick and nibble its tender skin until faint bruises bloomed from within, hellbent on replacing the marks on your body with ones you wouldn’t recoil from when you looked at yourself in the mirror (he hoped so, at least). Repeating the motions, Thor slowly made his way down your body, refusing to neglect a single inch, to kiss and lick and suck, staking his claim over you.

You were a writhing mess beneath him, sweaty hands reaching out to hold onto him, caressing and clutching onto his shoulders, the blunt edges of your fingertips leaving crescent-shaped dents in the vast field of tan skin. “Kiss me, please,” you pleaded breathlessly, attempting to wiggle in his grasp enough to capture his mouth in yours.

Thor obliged happily. One warm hand cupped your cheek as he kissed you deep and slow, while the other reached to grab a pillow to place under your hips, propping you up at the right angle for him to slide right inside you. At first, you feared the intrusion to be too much to handle. Your lower half grew stiff as concrete but he laid his free hand on your belly, holding you in place when the rocking motion of his hips began. Despite the fire burning violently within him, Thor’s body moved in controlled, smooth waves, easing himself deeper into you, inch by inch. The tension in your muscles slowly evaporated as pleasure came to reign, the sounds emanating from you going from shaky intakes of breath to quiet whimpers and soft moans.

His thrusts were slow and shallow at first but your body soon grew hungry for more, aching to soothe the hollow pain of places so intimate you’d forgotten about.

“Thor,” you whispered breathlessly against his moving mouth. He hummed lowly in acknowledgement though he refused to break the deep kiss you shared. “Thor… please, más,” you pleaded.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he pulled back enough to look down at your flushed face. A small crease formed on his forehead out of confusion, unable to recall the meaning of such word. Your hands currently clawing at his hip bones were more straightforward. You were tugging on him, urging his body closer between your legs, deeper inside you. With one particularly deep thrust, he bottomed out and released a deep, animalistic growl in stark contrast to the loud cry of pleasure you let out.

“Más, más! Sigue, sigue así, por favor… oh dios, no pares – Thor! T-Thor!”

Thor’s chest swelled with pride when realization dawned on him. You were so out of your mind with pleasure, your brain had regressed into your native tongue as you begged him to keep on. Your back bowed off the bed, hips propped up by the pillow as you moved your body in tandem with his, meeting him halfway in every rock of his hips. His forearm slid under the back of your knee and lifted your leg higher, your knee brushing your side while he made the most of the new angle, shoving himself deep inside you. Your cries of pleasure were obscene, loud and shameless, and Thor relished every single one. He kissed you deep and hard, swallowing your moans and muffling his own while the slapping of skin against skin and wet squelching sound of your coupling reverberated through the room.

Unable to concentrate enough to continue kissing him, you merely lost yourself in his hot, dark gaze while both your hands clutched handfuls of his long, slightly damp hair. Your jaw quivered and your eyes rolled back in your head out of sheer pleasure, and Thor was certain he’d died and gone to Valhalla. You were definitely the most sublime creature he’d ever laid eyes upon, and to see you come undone beneath him in such fashion, nearly threw him over the edge. Strong-willed as he was, he refused to find his own release until he’d satisfied you thoroughly, so the calloused pad of his thumb travelled south to catch the bundle of nerves hidden between your slick folds. Your sex was tender and puffy, your clit swollen and firm like a pearl. He drew small circles on your skin then, despite your protests and attempts to ease on the overstimulation currently making your brain short-circuit. One after the other, Thor coaxed the most delicious, toe-curling orgasms out of you until you were weeping, hot streaks of tears running down your burning cheeks. With one final deep push, he found his own release, grunting through it against your throat.

You were a sweaty, trembling mess. Utterly exhausted as you were, you struggled to keep your eyes open despite the blissed out expression on your face. Taking pity on you, Thor carefully dislodged himself from you and rolled to the side to lay beside your frame. Your body curled against his side instinctively, seeking his warmth as you snuggled into a little ball beneath his arm. Thor was unable to suppress a smile as he watched you get comfortable.

He disliked denying you of your much needed sleep, but his need to provide for you was far greater. After soundlessly slipping out of bed for a quick trip to the kitchen, he nudged you awake as he brought a glass of water to your lips.

“Drink up, little one,” he cooed lowly. You blinked heavily up at him for a moment before gratefully gulping down the cool liquid, soothing the dry aching of your now-sore throat. Downing the rest of it himself, he reached over to set the empty glass on his bedside table and fetch a piece of sliced apple to offer you.

Thick fingers pressed the small piece of fruit to your lips, and you parted them obediently. It was crisp and juicy, and your sensitive tummy rumbled gratefully. Although confused by and unaccustomed to his caregiving, you basked in it. It was a brand new yet wholly pleasant experience, to say the least.

Once you’d finished your food, Thor pulled up his thick bedding to cover both your bodies, his wrapping protectively around yours. With his bare chest pressed to your back, he nuzzled his face into your hair and bent his legs to tuck them under your bum. After scooting back to mold your body against his and leading his muscled arms to embrace you, you both quickly fell into deep slumber.

For the first time in a long time, nightmares were nowhere to be found.

The following morning, you woke up warm and relaxed. Your body ached a bit, but each pang of pain sent an electric shock right to your core. For the first time, your aches were born out of passion and pleasure. Waking up to a heavy body draped over you and ocean-blue eyes watching you intently did catch you off guard at first, panic threatening to seep deep into your bones. Thor was quick to chase away the darkness creeping on the corners of your mind (and his) when he kissed you, and proceeded to claim your body again. It was slow and lazy, and everything you never knew you needed.

After breakfast, you sat on the loveseat by the fireplace with a steaming mug cradled between your hands, curiously studying your surroundings. The sound of the front door opening broke you out of your reverie, and you peeked from the back of the seat to watch Thor toeing off his heavy boots and hanging his coat near the entrance. The second his gaze landed on you, a heartfelt smile crept on his lips. You took a tentative sip from your beverage to conceal your own, attentive eyes following his every movement as he made his way over to pour himself a cup and join you on the sofa. Large hands crept under the blanket draped over your legs to grasp your ankles and lead them to rest over his knee while he sat back against the armrest, facing you.

“So,” he spoke calmly, piercing blue eyes boring into yours. “What’s your story?”

PART II

[sweetestlamb]

Yoga

Summary: Vincenzo hides his jealousy as well as he hides being part of the mafia.

Author's note: it was supposed to be a cute jealous yoga story I don't know why this ended in angst 😂😂😂 I really need to get my life together. Also Vincenzo rubbed me the wrong way today and some people are trying to convince me that I'm interpreting the show incorrectly and explaining to me why it didn't offend them and why everything was fine and I just need you to know, my opinion isn't changing but listen if you had a great time today watching the episode please don't let me stop you. I don't need anyone to be outraged with me. I'll be mad all by myself I promise! But just to be clear my problem was the creation of yet another gay character who an awful person in a kdrama. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've seen gay characters not be predators or abusive.

Anywho I give you jealous aerial yoga fun that ends in man pain!

He probably believes that he's being inconspicuous again, hiding this side of him as well as he'd thought he was hiding being a member of the mafia. But he's just as obvious as he always is in her eyes, much like her he's too theatrical to ever really conceal how he's feeling. He talks too much and reveals his cards too easily- especially to her.

He's attracted to her that much is painfully evident, if her father's nosy assistant hadn't interrupted they would have kissed. She would have been laid across the table and taken apart, his eyes promised a great time as he devoured her. She was just as attracted to him, she wouldn't have stopped him from doing whatever he wanted.

It is getting more difficult to ignore the quiet moments though, when she can feel his eyes on her and it's not sexual at all. He's just looking at her and she feels bare, naked.

Those moments scare her in a way she hasn't felt before. Ergo she presses them deep, deep into the dark corners of her brain behind all the different ways that she has concocted to throw off others, she's used to being strange and having men overlook her for it.

She's never been what others would consider "sexy". But then he appears and suddenly men seem to see her in a new light. Or maybe he brings her attention to it.

It all begins at the coffee shop, they've made a habit of starting their mornings together by getting coffee. She doesn't analyze what exactly they're doing but some may consider it a date, she hasn't giving the outings a title there's no need to.

She feels comfortable with him and he hasn't been resistant to her pushing her way into his life. She has always been like this, too much and overbearing. Usually it drives people away and she pretends that it doesn't hurt that she's something that people need in doses, she's heard that so often that it's etched in her brain.

Friends in college, boyfriends and her colleagues to name a few.

But for some reason he keeps coming back for more doses, regularly smiling at her shenanigans even egging on her antics with full body laughs.

So he'd taken her to get coffee grinning once again as she dragged her caffeine deprived body dramatically like a puppet with its strings cut to the counter, plopping herself on the surface before crying out, "If I don't get a large sewage water in five minutes my death will be on your hands!" The barista behind the counter grinned over at her, used to her dramatics. He was young, barely nineteen and he'd tried his hand at flirting with her a few times. She had promptly laughed in his face the first time, spewing coffee everywhere before strutting out of the shop.

Laughing and punching a stranger in the arm, ignoring the loud "Hey! What are you doing," before she danced down the sidewalk, hand on her hip as she flipped her hair before shouting to the sky, "I've still got it, baby!"

That day he had glanced at Vincenzo before walking over to her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I didn't realize I had so much power over you. What if I say I won't give it to you unless you let me take you on a date?" She remembered her eyes widening in shock and then disbelief and finally landing on bemusement, he was persistent she would give him that much but she was no cougar so his flirting was futile.

She opened her mouth to let him down easy- laugh in his face again and remind him that he had to be this old to ride her ride but suddenly her Italian was leaning across the counter, all cool lines with a deadly smile on his face.

With a his deep voice he chillingly said, "If you don't give it to her your death will be on my hands."

There was heavy silence.

He continued, "I know how to kill a man with only a coffee cup and a string."

The barista, Heon, stared at Vincenzo with all of the blood draining from his youthful face. She didn't blame him the man did sound unnervingly serious and the look in his eyes was a little too real to be purely acting. Plus there was conveniently a coffee cup and a string right there on the table, it was an oddly specific thing to say.

Then after a pregnant pause, he started laughing loudly filling the entire shop like a mad man and she looked over at him as if he had lost his damn mind but this was her favorite coffee shop, she couldn't be banned so she started laughing with him, guffawing and pushing the idiot on the shoulders.

"He's just joking! HahaHAHAHA, laugh it was a joke! LAUGH!!" She leaned across the counter to pat the scared boy on the back but then Vincenzo leaned into her, draping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her back until she was no longer touching him. His laughter static and too robotic to be anything other than a hoax.

She'd never seen anyone brew coffee that fast before. It was impressive what a person could do when they felt as if their life was in danger she'd thought, she gave him a generous tip before leaving.

Heon mysteriously stopped working when they would normally come to the coffee, another barista informed her that he had switched his hours. A certain Italian was really cheerful upon hearing the news, whistling an unknown tune as he sipped his tiny cup of espresso- double shot, traipsing away with a pep in his step and the wind beneath his suit coat.

His random violent outbursts continued.

Bartenders. Businessmen. Traffic officers. Other lawyers. A librarian who had flirtatiously whispered that she wouldn't need to be quiet when they were alone. Suddenly there were men everywhere and she was the hottest thing on the menu, her lower back probably had an imprint of his hand by now from all the times he would steer her away from her suitors.

Every time his excuses were the same, "I'm just protecting you. Guys like that are scum, you deserve better."

Well the one she wanted had no intention of staying so why was he blocking anyone else from trying?

Thinking about it makes her chest feel tight and she welcomes the weekend, she has booked an aerial yoga class to release some of the stress and tension just being around the Italian causes.

It's a warm day so she dons a small set, a light blue sports bra with matching shorts throwing a light jacket over in case the temperature drops at the end of the day. Looking in the mirror she scoops her hair into a low ponytail, pushing back baby hairs that frame her face.

She swipes a thin layer of chapstick across her dry lips before grabbing her phone, keys, gym membership card and her gym bag with a change of clothes.

The drive to the studio is short, she listens to BlackPink on the radio happily screaming about her dududududu complete with car choreo that consists of arm shakes and a lot of hair whipping. It's another miraculous day where she does not cause a car accident, she gives herself a high five for the small victory.

She parks her car haphazardly driving onto the sidewalk several times before getting it right. With a satisfied sigh she hops out of her car, opening the back door and bending over to grab her gym bag.

"Cha-young ah?"

A familiar voice surprises her and she jumps bumping her head into the roof of her car with a cry, she drops the gym bag and leans out of the car rubbing her throbbing head with a pained grimace.

Vincenzo is standing in front of her, in what is the most casual outfit she has ever seen him wear. A pair of navy blue sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt and expensive looking black sneakers, leave it to him to wear Balenciagas when trying to look casual.

Her mouth becomes very dry as she takes in the unexpected but very much welcome sight.

Shaking herself out of her stupor she raises an eyebrow at him, "What are you doing here?" She asks once again leaning into her car to retrieve her gym bag. When she turns around slamming the door shut she watches Vincenzo peel his eyes away, quickly looking away from her direction.

Had he been checking her out?

She smirks at the thought before openly checking him out. Eyes perusing his body up and down in a slow and thorough examination.

"Are you checking me out?" He asks amused as he folds his arms across his chest, making his already impressive biceps look even bigger and more enticing. She knows exactly what he's doing, he's about as subtle as a bulldozer.

"Yes, I am. Do you need me to turn around again so you can check me out?" She laughs easily as he sputters and tries to deny her claims, once he realizes that she doesn't believe a word he's saying he finally stops, admitting defeat.

"Those are...great shorts." He drawls, gone is the embarrassed act. Now he's freely eying her shorts clad body, eyes hot as they trail up and down her legs.

Shaking her head she smiles at him, "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?" He struts over to her prying her gym bag from her hand and throwing it over his free shoulder. She tries not to get too affected by his sudden closeness, his cologne filling her nostrils with the fresh earthy musk.

"My gym is here. I came to work out. You look like you had the same idea, you should have called me." There he goes again, making space for himself in her life although he has no intention of staying with her. It was cruel and she knows she should cut him off before it's too late.

"I don't think you'll be interested in what I'm doing." She answers walking ahead, holding the gym door open for him. They both show their card to the attendant at the front and the young worker smiles at her before saying, "Your aerial yoga class will be starting in five minutes. It's best to go early and secure a good spot."

She can see Vincenzo's questioning face in her peripheral but she ignores him to nod at the younger woman, tugging her bag off his shoulder and nodding at him in dismissal.

"Enjoy your work out." She climbs the stairs leading to the huge studio where the aerial classes are held. His eyes are like lasers on her back and she already knows that he's going to follow her, he's too intrigued to stay away. That's what she was banking on.

She would get him back for all his jealous tantrums this past week. There were so many places they were probably going to be banned from and all because he didn't know how to play well with others. She's wasn't some toy he could claim. Especially when she couldn't claim him back.

Finding a spot in the corner she puts her bag down on one of the mats that are provided, taking a few moments to do some light stretches. She bends over touching her toes before dipping her head and elongating her neck, then she does a few squats and jumping jacks just to get her blood pumping and her heart racing.

She can feel the exact moment that he comes, it also helps that all the women gasp and she can hear coy giggles about their new guest. She pretends not to notice him, stretching backwards into a perfect handstand holding it for a few minutes before tilting back and planting her feet until she's upright again. She almost loses her composure when she catches his expression in the large windows.

He looks shocked and aroused, neck redder than normal.

All the women settle down when the instructor comes to the front of the room, they have reached the point where he no longer shows them what to do instead he walks around the room correcting their form and giving tips or words of encouragement.

He's a beautiful man, with mocha colored skin and a lean muscled build and the most gorgeous head of coily hair. She has been coming here for months and they've become quite closer as they have a lot in common, most importantly they both love men. When they had run into each other and realized they were staring at the same guy's ass, it was love at first ogle.

When he comes over to greet her she immediately steps into his space with a mischievous grin. Sean grins back looking exasperated already but he still says, "What are you up to? I know that smile Ms. Cha-young." She leans closer certain that Vincenzo is avidly watching her every move. Trailing a finger up his thick bicep she whispers, "Nine o clock, don't look but I need your help to teach him a lesson. Are you up to it?"

Sean starts to turn his head before processing her order and stopping, he stares at her before a devilish look gleams in his bright eyes too.

"You know I'm always up." He replies voice full of innuendos and she fake swoons, bringing her hand to her forehead. "Don't tease me."

He chuckles at her before walking back to the front of the room, none of the other women react to their flirtations used to their antics and everyone already knows that Sean is as gay as the pride flag. Everyone except one fuming Italian.

She can feel his waves of anger crashing across the room and she tugs at the cloth in front of her testing the weight before easily hoisting herself up, letting it cup her bottom as her feet dangle.

She's ready to put on a show.

He hadn't stalked her per se, he'd merely overheard one of the tenants say that they'd seen Cha-young in a nearby studio on weekends so he'd went to see if she really did go there. And then there she was bent over in her car, pert little bottom sticking out the car and he wanted nothing more than to smack the flesh and watch it bounce and jiggle under his hand.

This was why he was so protective, not jealous. Protective. She was too careless with her body and there were salacious men out there ready to take advantage of that, she needed someone like him who had a pure heart to look out for her.

He was allowed to fantasize about spanking her while having a pure heart, it was called having duality.

So he'd followed her into the gym, a little peeved when she abandoned him without a word to attend something called "aerial yoga", he knew regular yoga and if it was anything like that he was very much interested.

In watching her do it.

Turning to the young worker who had been staring a hole in his face, he sent her a charismatic smile before leaning nonchalantly on the counter, he could tell that he had her full attention by the way her mouth fell open.

He almost felt bad, she seemed a bit wet behind the ears. But he wasn't really trying to seduce her so it was fine, he wasn't some old creepy predator.

"Hey, that aerial yoga class am I allowed to watch it? I want to see if it's something I might be interested in." He lies to the younger woman, watching her process his words before answering.

"Well technically that class is restricted for those who signed up..." She trails off looking at him and he smiles brightly, pushing his curly hair off his forehead he had forgo his products today and the way her eyes follow his fingers make him thankful that he did so. "But you won't do any harm by watching, I'm sure it'll be fine. Go on up." She finishes and he throws a mental fist pump, he still had it.

Outwardly he smiles serenely, thanking her before walking up the stairs that Cha-young just disappeared up. It leads to a spacious studio with a wall of gleaming mirrors and huge bay windows overlooking the city. He looks around before his eyes land on her, the reason why he's here.

He swallows a groan as he watches her stretch that slim gently curvy body, she's all smooth lines and feminine appeal. When she starts squatting he can't help but watch those firm cheeks tensing and tightening, he lazily leans back hungrily watching her.

Then he almost swallows his tongue when she bends backwards into a perfect bridge before lifting herself into a handstand, damn she was strong and deliciously flexible. Looking her in the eye was going to be even more difficult now.

His heckles raise when he sees another man approaching her suddenly, a Black man who seems way too familiar with his Cha-young based on the way they both grin and invade the others space. He sneers as he watches them whisper and grin at each other, who was this guy and why were they so close? He releases a sigh of relief when the man finally backs up, going to the front of the room before pressing a button and light soothing music begins to play.

He must be the instructor then. Wonderful. He prays that was the end of the unnecessary touching and standing too close to his lawyer. He doesn't want to have to make a scene.

It isn't the end. Not by a long shot.

The instructor who had introduced himself as Sean easily walked around, stopping every once in a while to correct someone or praise them for having good form. The ladies would preen and thank him and that was it, he would nod before moving on.

Cha-young was the only exception to this rule.

He watches mesmerized as the limber lawyer bends herself into a graceful pose that resembles a swan and he can't fight the images that start flashing in his mind of them in bed, her twisting around him with pieces of cloth. Tying him up and showing him just how flexible she is all night long until they both sore and sated.

When she suddenly releases the cloth and starts tumbling to the ground he finds himself jumping into action shoving the fantasy to the crevice of his mind, legs already moving to catch her before she saves herself with her ankles, her body swinging freely with her face only inches from the floor. His heart skips a beat before it starts chugging along again.

Why was she always worrying him?

"That was perfect Cha-young! You've finally let go of your fear of falling!" Sean praises her walking over and patting her legs, but he doesn't let go after the quick touch. He keeps those grabby hands on her thigh and helps her back up onto the cloth, he thinks that will be the end of it. He's wrong.

He moves her body into a new pose with the cloth wrapped around her shoulder and he glares when a hand runs down her back precariously close to her bottom before rolling back up. He pushes her gently on the cloth harness and she laughs gleefully before she whispers something to the instructor, it's hard to read her lips from this distance but he can make out, "with me."

He understands what she asked for when Sean nods and moves into position.

Sean wraps his arms around the same cloth and suddenly lifts himself off the ground, his face level with her groin and he wants to go over and rip the cloth from the ceiling and strangle the man with it. Then Sean pulls himself up and Cha-young slides out of her seated position, grabbing the cloth too until they're face to face and spinning in lazy hypnotic circles. They both have huge grins on their faces as they move together in perfect harmony, the last straw comes when she wraps her legs around his waist and their bodies are pressed together- he sees blazing red and disconcerting white and then finally pitch black.

He's fleeing before he's even aware of it. Bounding down the stairs, two steps at a time then shoving the entrance door open and letting the surge of cool air ease his anger. If he stayed another second the instructor would be dangling out the window much like that thug before except he wasn't sure if he would be able to pull him back up.

Why was he so anger? She'd looked fine, happy even. She clearly wasn't being taken advantage of. But his rage is bursting at the seams and he jolts when a hand suddenly grips his wrist. Instinctively he turns grabbing the person and slamming them into the nearby wall.

Cha-young looks up at him, face flushed and sweaty.

That will also be burned into his retina.

"You should know better than to sneak up on me." He warns taking deep breaths to suppress some of the frustration he feels looking at her, the memory still fresh in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" She counters bringing her hands to his shoulders rubbing in a calming motion, "You look pissed. Did something happen?"

He watches her for a second, taking her in seemingly harmless question and recalls her legs wrapped around another man who wasn't him and he wants to punch that fucking handsy instructor right in his smug fac--

Wait.

She was smiling. No, smirking. Right up at him like she knew everything that was racing through his head.

He'd been played.

"Did you have fun?" He asks voice laced with snarkiness and he shoves her harder into the wall, red hot fury brewing in the pit of his stomach. She knew that he was part of the mafia but still acted like this. Did she not have any sense of self preservation?

"Were you jealous?" She asks in a ostentatiously cutesy voice like this is all a hilarious joke and he wants to kiss that damn smug look right off her face. No one has ever dared to treat him like this, acted like he was a joke.

She's playing with fire and he's not opposed to burning her up.

"Do you still think you have the upper hand right now?" He looms over her pushing his pelvis into her and she squeaks at the hardness that pokes into her. To his surprise she eagerly presses back, pulling him in by his waist until they are flushed chest to chest. He doesn't know if an upper hand exists anymore.

"Yes. I do, getting to see you jealous was the highlight of my day. Cute little jealous mafia lawyer."

He snarls at her feeling stupid because of how easily she can play him, and without thinking he wraps his arms around her.

"You looked really cozy with him."

She sniffs before pouting at him, "Yeah and you didn't fight for me at all. Where were the death threats and cold glares? Sean would have pissed his pants." Her giggles only make him angrier because she's seen through him all along.

He stares at her blankly before throwing caution to the wind and leaning down to capture her tempting lips, he runs a hand through her ponytail tugging her head closer to him and she moves easily with him standing on her tiptoes. He closes his eyes ready to put himself out of his misery when he feels a finger in his lips, he blinks his eyes open staring at her perplexed and a bit offended.

"What?"

"Are you staying in Korea?" She talks over him, her finger firm on his mouth.

They both stare at each other and her question spins in his busy mind, thoughts too full of her seductive moves earlier and how badly he wanted to destroy anyone who dared to look at her. He doesn't know why that question is coming up now, at this particular moment when he just wants to kiss her breathless. They can leave the rational thoughts for later, right now there should be more frenzied kissing. But when he tries to push her finger away she grabs his face hard, adamant.

He stares at her and finally he sees the chinks in her armor, gone is the overly confident Cha-young that he's so used to seeing and there's something softer in that stead, the vulnerability that always shrouds over her eyes when they have this reoccurring conversation is back and it leaves him feeling cornered as it always does.

He can't answer that question. The answer should be easy and it had been before her. He was going to take his gold and get the fuck out of this God forsaken country.

That had been the plan pre: Cha-young.

Now that plan was muddled and he could admit that he was jealous of other men stealing her away from him, at least to himself. Could admit that he wanted to wreck her completely, have her screaming in his bed those nimble limbs wrapped around him as he thrust into her over and over and over. But he wasn't ready to admit that he might feel something more than just intense attraction to her. That she had changed all his plans and made him consider settling down, with her. It was insane, he barely knew her and they weren't even in a relationship.

"No. I told you, I'm leaving."

He's a coward. He can admit that too.

She sends him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes before ducking under his arms.

"Then leave and don't confuse me. I'm not yours to get jealous over. I'll see you Monday."

She doesn't look back, walking straight to her car and speeding away without checking any of her mirrors as she's wont to do despite him constantly reprimanding her for it, he's certain she's over the speed limit.

He punches the wall with a yell, the pain in his fist nothing compared to the pain in his chest. It was a huge mistake coming back here.

[catxsnow]

I’M BATMAN B.W.

Request: Can I request a Bruce x reader fic? Where Bruce and the reader are together for a while. Bruce thought it would be just like his old flings but he realises that he's fell in love with the reader so he decides to tell her he is Batman. And during the confession he starts with "I am..." and the reader finishes with "Batman!" as a joke but then of course it turns out to be not a joke. After that an awkward but emotional conversation ensues. Whether you write it or not, thank you!

Warning: mentions of sexual content, fluff

A/N: I’m sorry that it’s taking me so long to get some of these requests out! I promise you they’re being written! 

Also the second I watch the New 52 animated movies I am the BIGGEST Bruce Wayne whore. One look at this motherfucker and I am WEAK

GIF not mine

Word count: 2.1k

When you first started seeing Bruce, it was nothing but casual. He would show up to your apartment or you to the manor, you'd spend your couple hours together tangled between his sheets and then both of you would continue on with your day. You were a fling, and at first, you loved it.

Bruce Wayne wasn't just the richest person in the Gotham, he also had to be the hottest too. For you to catch his eye was a mystery upon itself. You met him at work and had just luckily stumbled into him when you were walking through Wayne Enterprises. It was rare to ever see him while you were working.

Apparently you made enough of an impact on him for him to ask you if you would like to see each other that night. The look in his eyes had made you agree without even hesitating. Least to say, Bruce found out he like your bed more than he was expecting to.

It was nearly a year that the two of you would have casual sex. Never staying the night, never talking about what the hell was going on between the two of you. It was all fine and dandy until Bruce started getting you to stay over at the Manor. It wasn't very often that you would, but during the times that you did, you found yourself gaining feelings for him that you had managed to avoid the entire year.

You were smitten with Bruce and he saw you as nothing but a fuck.

Or so you assumed. Bruce wanted more with you. He didn't want this casual relationship anymore. It was so easy to talk to you about anything, even if you didn't know everything in his life. Bruce found a comfort in you that he didn't have in a long time. He found love in you.

It wouldn't be late nights that you would see each other any more. Bruce would find you while you worked and offered to go buy you lunch. Lunch dates turned to dinner dates which turned to him asking you to be his girlfriend. You felt giddy like high school girl again when he started to spoil you.

Your periodically timed sex with him turned into a full blown relationship. Down to the 'I love you' and the 'I want you to meet my kids'. Things with Bruce Wayne had become more serious than you ever imagined they would be. At the start of this, you always assumed that he would get tired of you and move on. He was the biggest playboy in Gotham.

You were surprised that you were the person to get him to change his ways.

That night, you and Bruce laid in his bed. The two of you half naked with a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. You traced random little shapes into his skin as he stared up at the ceiling. You could tell by the way that his eyebrows furrowed that he was deep in thought.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked, sitting up right in the bed so you could see his face properly. The sheets were pulled up your chest as you reached for the shirt that he had previously been wearing. Bruce watched as you pulled the material over your head.

"I love you," he answered. Bruce was very cut off from you sometimes. You felt like you knew him pretty well, but then there were times that you felt like you didn't know him at all. Of course you knew about his childhood and his parents, you figured that was why he was so reserved sometimes. You learned not to pry, if he wanted to tell you, then he would.

"I know," you smirked at him. Bruce trailed his hand up your bare leg until he reached your waist. "But seriously, Bruce. You've been more quiet than usual, what's going on?" You were worried about him. It had only been a few years that you guys were together - half of that being just hooking up - but that didn't mean that you didn't know him well enough to see when he was conflicted about something.

Bruce said nothing. The pad of his thumb swiped against your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. No matter how many times he touched you, he had the same affect that he had on you in the beginning.

You didn't push him to say what was on his mind. Bruce was a man of many secrets, that was just something that you were forced to learn to accept. You had your arguments about it, the bickering. The 'where were you last night' fights. All of them ended with Bruce assuring you that he loved you, and only you.

"I want to tell you something," Bruce finally caved. He was propped up on the pillows he had on the bed. His one hand still lingered on your skin and the other was tucked behind his head. The turmoil he had within himself about telling you the truth was eating him alive. You were the person that he wanted to spend his future with, meaning you needed to know the truth.

He just hoped that you felt so strongly about him as well. It wasn't often that either of you brought up the future, each to scared for your own reasons to see if the other was as committed. Of course you loved Bruce, you wanted to spend your life with him, to marry him one day. But he was so closed off, you couldn't tell if he ever wanted the same as well.

"So tell me," you continued for him when he took a pause. Bruce's eyes were filled with worry, doubt, you could tell that he was hesitant to tell you this. You pried his hand away from your waist and entangled your fingers. His hands felt so large in yours, years worth of callouses laced them.

"There's no easy way to tell you," Bruce tried to get you prepared. He felt your grip on him tighten before easing up again. Your heart rate was rising with nerves and you were terrified with what he was going to say. There was an endless list of possibilities and each one of them ended poorly for you. He was after all, a well-known playboy. "I am..."

"Batman!" You joked. As you laughed, you could see that his face was not only shocked but nearly... proud? Bruce's eyes darted away from you for a moment and your face dropped. You had only been joking to lighten the mood. Fear of what he could say clouded you and you blurted out the first thing that you thought would make you laugh.

But here Bruce was, shying away from you gaze and his hand limp in yours. You expected the worst from him - he was cheating on you, he didn't love you - and you were willing to say anything to stop your heart from racing out of your chest. But now, seeing the look on his face, what he wanted to tell you was nothing that you expected.

"Wait..." you trailed off. Your playful attitude washed away and quickly turned into a whole new kind of worry. Bruce Wayne, Batman? The more you thought about it the more it made sense. His sudden disappearances, his scars, his adoption of kids even lined up with the change in Robins. "That wasn't seriously it, was it? Bruce you're joking, you're not really Batman are you?"

"I'm Batman," Bruce confirmed. He was telling the truth. As much as he hid things from you - and now you could see why - he never lied to you. You sat their with your mouth agape, still processing his words. Your boyfriend, the loving and caring man that took care of you when you needed him was the same person that risked their life every night and mercilessly beat up criminals.

You needed a minute to process all that. After living in Gotham your whole life you had heard the rumors of the bat, at first you didn't believe them until you had seen him on the news. You never had the luxury of meeting him, and to be honest you were glad you didn't. He had always scared you.

Someone who went against psychopaths like Joker and Two-Face had to be some what insane.

Bruce watched you get off the bed and pace around him. You felt small under his gaze, the sudden information made you realize that he could squash you like a bug if he so wanted to. You were already intimidated by how fit he kept himself but knowing that he was Batman as well? That made you feel incredibly weak.

You guided your hands through your messy hair, unable to think clearly. All your thoughts were jumbled as you tried to piece everything together. The night at the gala that he had suddenly left you - the same night that Batman had put Bane in Arkham. The time that he had a bruise on his jaw and assured you that he had just been a klutz.

Bruce keeping so many things from you - this had covered just about every mystery there was to him. He kept you in the dark for so long because he not only wanted to protect his identity, but you. If he was telling you now, that meant that he must have wanted to keep you around for a while.

As you heart swelled with love rather than betrayal, you had finally stopped your pacing. Bruce had sat on the edge of your bed with nothing  but his underwear and tired eyes. He yearned for your touch, to comfort you through this revelation. However, he also could understand if you never wanted to see his face again.

Not everyone believed in the Batman.

Lucky for him, you did. Bruce was caught off balance as you pounced on him. His back fell against his bed and you straddled over top of him. Bruce trailed his hands up your bare legs to your hips as you kissed him. All those nights worrying what he was doing, you should have been worried about his life.

"I want to see it," you pulled away. "The legendary batcave. Prove you're really the bat." A coy grin played on your lips. Bruce knew that face, he knew what kind of trouble it could lead to. The last time he had seen that face, you had dragged him into his work office and gave him the best head of his life. This time, the circumstances were a little different.

Bruce nodded at you. He shoved on a pair of pants and lead you out of his room and towards the study. You watched as he opened the face of the old grandfather clock and pulled one of the dongles. A loud clicked echoed through the manor and the clock suddenly opened. No way.

Bruce gestured for you to follow. Your bare feet padded against the cold steps. He held your hand the whole way down, ensuring that you wouldn't fall. Bright lights shone through the dark cave and you were amazed by the room. Batman was truly equipped for anything. The space was incredible.

The suit Batman wore was on a mannequin in one of the glass cases. You stood before it, having to gaze up at it's glory. Bruce stood behind you, perfectly eye level with the cowl. He was Batman.

"Bruce this is incredible," You gawked. "I can't believe you trust me with this secret."

"Of course I trust you," Bruce assured. "You're the love of my life. If I want to spend a future with you,  you need to know all parts of my life." He continued to shock you that night - wanting a future with you as well? Bruce Wayne was full of surprises and you didn't think that you could handle anymore that night.

"I love you, too," You turned to face him. Once again, you had to stand on your toes to peck his lips. Bruce didn't realize how much weight was off his shoulders now that you knew the truth. He was tired of tip toeing around you all the time.

"Will you take me for a ride in the batmobile?"

"If you would like."

"Will you let me drive it too?"

"Don't push your luck."

[shintin]

Forget Me Not: Chapter 29 (Fifty shades of Blue)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don’t like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW contents (pure smut).

Author Note: Sorry for the late update, I had surgery.

Song Recommendation: Lea Michele - Run to You

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

At Satoru's place

The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up. Were you feeling tired again? Fuck it.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something… Ahhh… something is… burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

At Jujutsu High

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you…

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky…" He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What… what are you…"

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh… Satoru! Umh… D-don't stop…please more…" With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come… They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was…

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

You never wanted to bring a cursed child such as yourself into this world, but something in you told you that he would love your child, no matter what.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you dreamed of happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru… I…" You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru…" You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him…

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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[that-little-zebunny]

Lost and found

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Professor AU)

WC: 357

Summary: You're new and got lost on your way to your 1st class and end up meeting the hottest Professor you ever laid eyes on.

Note: hiiii its been a while I know >∆< I'm gonna do my best to get back on writing again. Anyways this is my short entry to @the-ss-horniest-book-club Character Appreciation Day - Bucky Boo in a Professor au.

I hope you like this. <3

Warning: None

You're lost…and very much late. You hated this. Having to adjust to a new University in the middle of the school year. You tried your best to find your 1st class but you end up entering an empty room.

You sighed definitely as you slid on one of the chairs leaning at the back rest and staring on the ceiling.

What a great way to start your 1st day, you thought. Sighing again.

"Well I wish everyone would have that kind of reaction every time they miss my class." Someone said and that made you sit up straight in shock. You turned to look at the back of the room and there on the back is a sinfully good looking man staring at you with his intense blue eyes.

"I-I...uhm... I'm so sorry Sir for missing your class. I...I got lost." You said embarrassed at being caught by your professor and because you're stuttering.

He walked towards you and you swallowed nervously. You feel trapped by his eyes. You couldn't look away.

"You must be Ms. (YLN)." You nodded. "Welcome to our university then. If you want I can help you find your other class so you won't miss them." He said, offering his left hand to you. You shyly accepted it putting your left hand on his outreached one still looking in his beautiful eyes and you shivered.

Electricity ran around your body from your hands upon touching his skin.

You saw him take a deep breath too as his eyes went down on your hands.

"T-that would be lovely, Sir… I'm really bad at directions…" you said looking down too on your hands. His thumb is now caressing the top of yours.

"It's Barnes, James Barnes. I'm glad I'm here then. I can guide you around." He said bringing your hands near his lips as he guided you to stand up. He kissed the top of your hands, eyes still staring straight through your soul and your mind went blank.

And from then on meeting him every after his and your class didn't end there.

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[juyeonjin]

Three Moons

Summary: Three moons lit your body up in this night. One up in the sky passing through the glass and before your eyes, gracing you with their touch, sending you so high . .. .. .. ....

Members: Hyunjin, Jay

Genre: Smut

Warnings: oral female receiving

Word Count: 1.9K

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They were there, in front of you, standing in front of the transparency of the baricade that didn't hide the stupendous view of the night. The sight in front of view was just like the poster of an action movie, maybe a mystery one or rather a thriller, perhaps all of them, well anyways they looked liked mighty bosses, which they were...and looked terrifyingly handsome.

It was around two in the morning and you were asked to meet the managers of the company. Your shift starts during the late afternoon and up until four and though it wasn't uncommon for you to be needed, it never happened to be both of them at the same time.

It didn't show from the outside but you were nervous, very nervous. "Did I do something wrong? Am I going to lose my job? What do they have to tell me?" - Thoughts like these were swirling like a tornado inside your mind and as you approached the giant desk of the office, the gaze of the two men got progresively menacing.

You: "What do you need me for Mr. Hwang and Mr. Park?"

Hyunjin: "You seemed a little tense my dear. It's not the first time I or Jay called you here."

You eyes were fixated on the desk's surface, too nervous from what you might not be ready to hear.

"Oh, do not act like this baby, you did nothing wrong so do not fill this pretty mind of yours with any more worries," Jay told you as he made his way around the desk to where you were and lifted your chin with his hand. Hyunjin also came a few seconds after and now you were situated between the both of them. Jay was the kind to always leave flirtatious remarks nonchalantly in his conversations. However this night, it felt like it was fully intentional and filled with intense longing and burning desire.

You: "What is it about? Does any of you has a special task to assign to me?"

Hyunjin: "Special huh... it for sure is", he uttered as his breath travelled your neck and his hand pushed your hair strands behind your ear.

Hyunjin then took you aback when he held you and placed you over the desk so you could face them while you were sitting over it's surface.

You: "Wh...."

You got cut off by Hyunjin who said, "Sssh..., we are the bosses here, have you forgotten sweetheart?"

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard those words from Hyunjin.

You could feel cold sweat starting to form around your temples and you didn't know if you had to do something about what was happening right now or listen to what they had to tell you.

Jay: "I told you a million times how beautiful you are right? You might think it's just in my flirty nature but for you, I totally meant it. Though... I was kind of disappointed today and not just me but Hyunjin as well."

Hyunjin nodded with his mysterious eyes still focused on you and then added coldly, "What were you doing with this guy? Who is he? How is he more important than your bosses here, you know... the ones that gave you this job, and not only that but the bestest place among anyone? We made it easy for you, you could be late, absent and your bonus was more than any other employee. Do you know that we cut down the amount of free days for every latenesses and absences but for you we never did such a thing! Hell, we even slipped some additional days for you without your own cognisance!"

His tone was definitely that of sadness masked by anger but you could only stay speechless after all of these confessions. You didn't really understand what was actually happening right now but you know you softened after hearing all of these things that you were given and allowed to do. Though.... you didn't know why..??

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(Before)

Since you came for your job interview both of the step-brothers fell for you and knew you had to be there with them. Since your first day till now, they gave you advantages over others and always made sure by their guards that you were treated well in the company. They knew they wanted to be with you but didn't how to and they were also trying to be better so they could be in a relationship with you while managing their big enterprise. So they did everything so you would never quit your job by giving you the utmost benefits and hence could keep you close.

However today before entering the doors to the company, you were in the embrace of another man and it didn't take long for Hyunjin and Jay to know about it and inquire about your relationship with him. Upon finiding that you were both dating, it felt like they were in the verge of losing everything. They thought if they kept you within their reach, everything would be fine but they were too lost in the idea of keeping you close that they forgot to consider your own feelings and how you could be with anyone. They didn't make a fuss while it was still early, since they had their own paperwork and meetings to attend and so waited until the night, counting every second to talk with you.

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Hyunjin: "That guy? Is.... Are you in love with him?"

After what felt like ages you could finally talk and you replied, "Is this why you are mad?"

Hyunjin: "I didn't give you the permission to ask me questions now did I. Do you love him?"

You felt like the rage he was suppressing would leave his body if you said another thing that could anger him and so you complied.

You: "Ummmm..... well no. He asked me out a week ago and since I've always felt so lonely, I agreed though my feelings weren't mutual".

A single tear fell from your left eye and at this sight, your two secret admirers had their heart shattered but now it was from this sudden guilt you imposed on them and it was all their fault.

Their eyes were wide open and turned to look at each other with the 'we fucked up' look. Each boy held one of your hands and Jay didn't lose any more time and explained everything as if his life depended on it. After hearing that, you were quite surprised since you never really expected that they were both in love with you.

A shy smile formed on your face as you shyly looked at the both of them and you asked softly, "Does that mean I'm not losing my job?"

Hyunjin: "Oh baby no, we could never do that," he said as he rubbed the back of your hand he was holding with his thumb. It felt warm and relaxing as if it was what you were looking for, for a long time. Both of their eyes had stars in them and your heart fluttered from this exhilaration that was forming inside of you.

Jay: "So would you accept? Would you be our one and only?"

Their eyes were gleaming in anticipation and you looked at both of them before you replied, "Yes, I would want to."

Both of them hugged you like they have been waiting for this for a lifetime and you felt like you were on a cloud nine.

Hyunjin: "You really made us so scared princess. Did you know the punishment we had for you if you were actually with him?"

You: "Oh really? what is it about?"

You were actually so attracted to your bosses too. You've fingered yourself to the thought of being their cumslut and sucking their dicks whenever they needed a quick release. You wanted them to manhandle you, order you around and sometimes you had the idea of provocating them with your tight dresses and short skirts but since you never knew about their own feelings, you didn't try anything that could make you lose your job.

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Hyunjin laid his cold hands on your left thigh and travelled up to your undergarment. He approached your ears to only exhale his warmth breath over and to then suck on your earlobe.

He was rubbing your slit through the fabric but the friction was still big enough to get you heaving. This, what began as a cold night turned into the hottest sundown experience you've ever had. Jay was leaving delicate kisses onto your right shoulder and collarbone while his hand that was resting on your right thigh began moving up. He soon met Hyunjin's hand and were now both providing you with this continuous flow of pleasure, the back-arching, breath-taking, kind of pleasure. You didn't have to tell, when your soaked underwear signalled for more sensation and closer interaction. Your pussy was aching for their bare hands to drown in it.

Hyunjin: "Looks like you are hungry for more, honey."

You nodded to his words as he left a trail of kisses down your neck.

They both removed your underwear and skirt and were now on their knees facing your glistening entrance. You could see it in their eyes, the obscurity that overshadowed any trace of holding back. Your beauty they could never forget, the moonlight subtly caressing your frame, you were now there for them only to adore and devour.

They both approched your pussy and licked the side they were facing. Jay on your right and Hyunjin on the left. It wasn't just any kind of foreplay, it wasn't just anybody, it was the tongues of the two men that snatched your heart. It was the fact that you wanted them as much as they wanted you and that, for more that this one night. The work of their tongues onto your sensitive area was sublime. They worked so well, every lick, kiss and suck onto your skin was it's own moment. Now they both inserted two fingers inside of you and began pumping in and out at a moderate pace. Jay looked at you with his eyes that gleamed with love and lust. He left a kiss on your inner thigh before getting up to trap you in a kiss. Their fingers were still pumping inside of you, now with more vigour. Hyunjin was marking your lower area with his bites and purple marks and Jay had his eyes locked into yours wanting to see the stars in your eyes from the ecstasy you were receiving.

Jay: "You are so beautiful, I could look at you forever. I ...I .. I love you..." The last confession wasn't something he does frequently but staring into your eyes right now, it felt like his heart was speaking for him, like you were pulling every emotion he had out of him.

Hyunjin now got up too and kissed your jaw.

Hyunjin: "I love you too baby."

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You told them that you were nearly orgasming and they both laid a kiss on one cheek and looked at their fingers that were disappearing inside of you. The pace was a much faster one and your chest was going up and down even more rapidly. Your walls tightened around their fingers and for a few seconds it felt like you were floating up in space. You climaxed onto their fingers, dripping onto the desk you were sitting on. They removed their fingers and before they could lick your liquids off you grabbed their wrists and sucked onto their digits. After an exchange of smiles they licked their fingers that while you were still holding their wrists and they placed the softest kiss onto the back of your hand.

[simsadventures]

Paint Me Pretty

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have an idea on how to spice up your sex-life with Bucky. Will he be down for one of your crazy ideas? Especially when it involves paint and naked bodies?

Warnings: fluff, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY), body paint(?)

Word Count: 1740

A/N: This idea was brought to you by a challenge thrown upon me by the loveliest Satan @official-and-unstable-satan​. The first GIF for this challenge was Deadpool holding a bunch of paints, looking like Deadpool, and the second one was Loki saying “I’ll have that drink now”. I had to incorporate these two things and create a story and voila, here it is. Hope you guys will enjoy it :) xx

Bucky Barnes Masterlist __ Masterlist

Being the girlfriend of James Buchanan Barnes had its perks. Not only were you accepted between the Avengers and you even felt like a part of the team, you also dated one of the hottest, if not the hottest man in America right now. There were very few things not to totally adore about him.

He was smart, funny, beautiful, attentive, protective, and so much more that your heart was ready to burst whenever you were with him. Of course, there were things that needed improvement, but who didn’t have those, right?

When you met Bucky two years ago, he was very closed-off, he barely ever spoke outside of the comfort of his or your apartment, and to get him to kiss you took you a good 5 dates. Not that you complained. You hated when men tried to jump your bones on the very first date, and at least that way with Bucky, you could get to know his soul before you learned about his body.

And there was so much to learn! Because of Bucky’s past, he himself was pretty unaware of what he liked and disliked, what was something that he wanted to try or what was a no-no for him. You got to learn all these things alongside him, and you were eternally grateful for that. You still lively remembered the first time you called him “daddy” between sheets and the way his cheeks suddenly turned bright red, although his eyes grew three shades darker.

You then discussed it with him, asking him if he liked it, and although it took a lot of coaxing from you, he finally admitted that yes, indeed, he was a fan of this particular nickname, although he didn’t need you to call him daddy all the time.

With sergeant, that was a different story. It slipped past your lips after one of his mission when he got home to you still in his tactical gear. It felt natural, and the growl that left his chest just spurred you on in calling him that in the bedroom. He later said that he never felt such hunger in his life.

And ever since that, you tried to find other things that made his skin crawl with excitement and horniness. You knew he had some experience during the 40s, but you also knew that most of the experience was fairly vanilla, with a pinch of some bites and hickeys. Bucky even said that in those times these bites were generally frowned upon and he was seen as one of the naughtiest people in New York.

He then laughed knowing that a simple bite didn’t do it for you, and when he slowly found out all your kinks, he knew that his buddies back from the time wouldn’t even believe him if he told them about how you loved to be choked, denied orgasms, or how anal wasn’t a swearword in your bedroom.

He knew he had to expect new things from you because you loved to experiment, but what he didn’t expect was to come in in your shared bedroom to find you naked in the middle of the room with four bottles of paint in your arms standing on top of a canvas.

He perched an eyebrow and didn’t move from his position, just assessing the whole situation enfolding in front of him.

You patiently watched the circles in his mind turn, but because it took too long for your liking, you smiled at your boyfriend sweetly and beckoned him to come closer to you.

He did so cautiously, taking off his shoes and standing next to you on the canvas. His eyes took in your body, stopping at the arc of your breasts, licking his lips mindlessly. When his eyes met yours again, you could see he was already intrigued by whatever was happening in front of him.

“Would you like a drink before I explain what I had in mind for today?” You asked Bucky sweetly, wanting to make sure he was comfortable and maybe a little more pliable than usually. But he shook his head and kept staring at you intently. You scolded yourself for getting naked so early because you felt like he wouldn’t say no to you now. But you wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for both of you, and not only because it would involve raw fucking. But what could you do now, right?

“Alright, so I was thinking, and I came up with something I thought might be fun. It will be messy as hell, but I’ll clean up afterwards, gladly on my own, might I add. How about we make a painting with our bodies? While we’re fucking?” You said as quickly as possible and bit your lip, waiting for Bucky’s reaction.

You could hear the circles in his mind finally click, and the expression on his face changing from utterly confused to mildly intrigued.

“Why would we do that? I mean, can’t we just fuck as is?” He asked, putting his hand on your collarbone, drawing little circles there, knowing full well how much you loved when he did that.

“Ugh, Bucky! C’mon, don§t you think it will be hot to then frame a part of the picture, if it’s like, super pretty, and hang it somewhere in the house to show to everyone, but nobody will know we actually did it while fucking? I, for one, think it would be incredibly hot,” you countered and waited for his reaction.

Bucky obviously mused for a second or two, and when he finally decided, you could feel your heart beat a little harder. He would actually do it!

His clothes were sent flying across the room, and in no time, Bucky was standing in front of you completely naked.

“So, how do we do this?” He asked as he put some strands of hair behind your ear.

“It’s easy. I’ve already heated the colours as per the instructions. This is a paint specifically made to use for this body painting, so you don’t have to worry. And now all we have to do is to put some of the paint on the canvas, some on your bodies, and then we can fuck till we can’t no more. Sounds good?”

Bucky didn’t answer you. Instead, he kissed you passionately, revelling at the feeling of not yet being covered from head to toe in paint.

“What colours did you choose, doll? Something I’ll like?”

“Yup! I’m not stupid! I went for the classic: black, blue and white. I think it’ll look real pretty. Especially with our black sofa and all, you know? It will be super badass and hot!” You whispered into Bucky’s ear, and that was his moment.

He swiftly grabbed the colours and poured some on the canvas while squirting some on your chest and belly, doing the same to himself. You looked at each other, and although it would have been a funny scene under normal circumstances, there was nothing funny about it now.

Bucky grabbed you and pushed his chest against your, tangling his fingers in your hair and kissing you breathless.

In no time, you were sitting on Bucky, dry humping his thigh while rubbing his cock between your belly. The paint was all over both of you by now, different shades of blue could be found on Bucky’s shoulders and your thighs, while the rest was mixing in a beautiful fusion on both the canvas and you.

Bucky quickly grabbed your thighs and laid you down on the canvas, making his way between your legs, rubbing his achingly hard cock between your dripping folds. He took a quick glance on the sheet underneath you and then at you, and he could have sworn he fell in love with you even more than he already was.

You looked like a French model on canvas, all painted, moaning and dripping only for him, solely for your artist whom you allowed to touch you anyhow he liked.

Without a further warning, Bucky sheeted himself inside you until his pelvis was touching yours. Your back arched and your hands slapped the canvas in need to try and grab something to ground yourself from all the pleasure you were feeling.

Every movement was calculated and languid, the whole fucking session sensual but still somehow desperately hot. You could feel Bucky’s breath against your shoulder, the hot air hitting your burning skin sending shivers down your spine.

“More, I need more baby,” you urged Bucky on, needing to feel him all over your body. And Bucky was more than happy to oblige.

He picked up the speed, making your toes curl while your left hand pinched your nipple with your right hand drawing on the canvas.

It took Bucky only a few more thrusts before he felt you coming around him, your walls drawing an orgasm from him as well. You both chanted each other’s name like a prayer, never wanting to let go. It was, without a doubt, the most intense feeling you’ve ever had. You were drunk on sex, love, and art, and you couldn’t get enough.

Bucky kissed your forehead before he carefully pulled out of you and looked for the prepared slippers by the canvas before he helped you get up as well.

When you were both on your knees (although you needed Bucky to hold you close, you didn’t trust your legs just yet), you both looked at your piece of art.

It was mesmerisingly beautiful. It was the perfect combination of colours, and it was the perfect proof of your love and desire. You both stared at it silently, enjoying the moment passing between you.

Bucky then squeezed your hip, making you look up at him, and he smiled at you, lovingly.

“Thank you for this, Y/N. I didn’t think we could create something so bewitching. But here it is, and we’re hanging it up as soon as it dries! But to get back to you, I’ll have that drink now, if I may,” he smirked at you, and you just shook your head, laughing.

“Sure, let’s just have a hot shower to get the paint off of us and then we can get drunk as fuck, and we can try to have a totally wasted sex afterwards. Sounds good?” You smirked at Bucky and walked towards the bathroom, Bucky quickly following. He couldn’t wait for round two.

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