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Ryan Gosling Character Masterlist
The Grey Man
Oneshots
Safe With Me (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Mature | 2.7K)
Six is a hard man to read up until the moment he isnât.
Daylight (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Explicit | 1K)
You spend an early morning in bed with Six after he returns from a mission.
Drabbles
The Signal (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Gen | 706) You take pity on Six after watching him suffer through a number of terrible dates.
Operation Elevator (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Gen | 780)
Claire plays matchmaker when she realizes Six need a little help wooing their new neighbor.
Tender Loving Care (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Explicit | 900)
You help Six relax after a hard mission.
Dom AU (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Mature | 500)
You reach out the famous Dom Sierra Six to explore your submissive side and work on your anxiety and confidence issues.Â
Just Pretend (Sierra Six x F!Reader | Mature | 780)
For a moment, Six thinks about how his life could be different.Â
Headcanons
Wall sex with the gloves HCÂ
Sierra Six + Kinks
Sierra Six + Kinks Part 2
Sierra Six Housewife Kink
Sierra Six with a breeding kink
What kind of job would Six get after he retires?
Overstimulation Kink
Eating you out and body worship with Six
Six taking care of a partner with depression/anxiety
Crazy Stupid Love
Top Shelf (Jacob Palmer x Plus Size!F!Reader | Gen | 1.3K)
When your tinder date turns out to be a dumpster fire of a person, your evening is rescued by a handsome stranger.
Drive
Need (Driver x F!Reader | Explicit | 600)
Heâs quiet, even when heâs fucking you.
Blade Runner 2049
Interlinked (Officer K x F!Reader | Mature | 5.8 K)
Stepping in to help K is instinct, but what comes after is a choice, one thatâs easy to make.
The Fall Guy
First Kiss (Colt Seavers x F!Reader | Mature | 400)
Your first kiss with Colt is different than you imagined.
Ocean Eyes (Colt Seavers x F!Reader | Mature | 536)
You and Colt share a moment on the beach.Â
A picture is worth a thousand words Colt Seavers x F!Reader | Gen | 367)
Prompt - Bodyguard AU + "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"
Headcanons
Colt Seavers tying you up
âĄMain MasterlistâĄ
#ryan gosling#ryan gosling fic#sierra six x reader#sierra six x you#court gentry x reader#court gentry x you#the gray man#colt seavers x reader#colt seavers x you#officer k x reader#officer k x you#blade runner 2049#the fall guy#driver x reader#driver x you#jacob palmer x reader#jacob palmer x you#crazy stupid love#masterlist
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Pairing: Officer K x f!reader
A/N: I'M HAVING A MASSIVE OFFICER K BRAINROT UGFHH (AND ALSO SIX / COURT)
Summary: JUST K PROTECTING THE READER FROM DISGUSTING MEN.. there will be part 2 .. soon?
You were back at your apartment complex after a long day at work. You reached your floor and you saw a man standing at the corridor. You started walking to your apartment which was the last door on the level. As you got nearer to the man, he started checking you out.
Walking past him, he called out, âHey, sweet thing,â you looked down and sped up your pace. But he caught up to you and blocked your way. You continued looking down. âDon't ignore me,â âPlease move,â you tried, politely-- just wanting to get out of this situation. âI don't think so. Why don't you come over to my place and we'll have a fun night?â
âNo thanks,â you declined. âCome on, pretty face,â You cleared your throat and announced louder, âNo thanks,â He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you. You tried struggling out of his grip. âLet go!â you yelled. But he continued on. Suddenly you saw another person, well, replicant. He walked towards the both of you.
His face had not a single trace of emotion. âLet her go,â The man growled at the replicant. âFuck off, skin job, this isn't your business,â He loosened his grip and you slipped away. âOh no, you don't,â but before he could grab you again, the replicant had him pinned on the wall. His face was still emotionless but I guess that just made it scarier.
âI can get you retired for this,â the man snarled. The replicant started listing a rule to the man, and the man just got more annoyed. âWhatever, fine. No piece of ass is worth this much fuss anyways,â The replicant let the man go as he glared at the both of you. You both awkwardly walked side by side away from the man.
The moment you reached your apartment, he was still there. âUhm, thanks for that..â you didn't know his name. âYou can call me K.â âRight, thanks for that, K.â you smiled. He gave a firm nod. You wanted to repay him. âWould you like to come in for dinner?â you asked, âif you want to.â
#officer k x reader#officer k#blade runner#ryan gosling#ryan gosling x reader#ryan gosling x you#blade runner 2049#ahhh heâs so cute#brainrot
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K + touching + 34
â» Prompt: Touches // 34. Washing the other's body // K x GN!Reader â» Word count: 1168 â» Author's Note: I threw my 400 word limit right out of the window with this one, but that's alright.
A knock on the front door rouses you from the couch. Leaving the television playing, you cross the small studio apartment and cautiously peer through the peephole. You can make out the blurred shape of your neighbor from down the hall through the aged glass.
Surprised, you immediately flip the lock and open the door. Whatever reasoning has led him to your doorstep must be important. He never makes social calls.
âHey, whââ the words die in your mouth once you catch proper sight of your unexpected visitor.
Youâre no stranger to seeing K at his worstâfilthy with gore and oil tainted, barren soilâbut the state of him now gives you pause. He is hunched over, clearly favoring one side. The replicant has had a rough night. Most of them are.
They run him hard at the precinct, you know. The whole damn city is aware of what the LAPD gets up to with their skinners. Youâve lost count of how many times youâve accompanied him up the stairs after crossing paths with him on the streets when you both are off work, patiently taking the ascent step by step while he struggles to not let on how severely his job weighs both on his mind and his body. He pays the toll for his existence every moment heâs alive, but doesnât everyone who has been left behind on this spinning rock?
K doesnât make an attempt to smile. He merely stares at you with tired eyes.
âMy shower is broken. IâŠâ he pauses, rolls the words over his tongue like a broken marble, considers how much he can ask for, âwas hoping I could use yours. Please.â
âOf course,â you agree immediately.
Stepping back to give him space, you gesture for him to come in. As he passes by, you realize that he is not wearing his jacket, only a grimy t-shirt and pants. His boots look hastily tied, sloppy. He must have redressed in his dirty clothes once he realized he wasnât going to get clean at his place. His hands are empty. The replicant must have expected to be turned down.
You turn. K is clearly waiting for permission to move around the small unit. The overhead light catches an abrasion on the side of his cheek, gleaming off the fresh blood. It draws attention to the battered state of him.
It makes your heart ache.
âWonât the water pressure hurt? Itâll take a few cycles to get all of that off.â
His response to your concern is to shrug. He is too used to the expectation of pain to give it more than a passing thought. A flash of discomfort tightens the corners of his eyes with the casual movement. Barely aware of your own actions, worry overtakes you and you move into his space. Your hand hovers over the slope of his shoulder, not quite resting on the dark mess soaked into the fabric of his shirt. It doesnât all look to be industrial grime. K doesnât sway away from your closeness, even as you hear his breath catch once before settling back in its steady pattern.
âI can do it,â you offer, unthinkingly.
âYou can do what?â His voice is soft in that characteristic way of his, hard edges smoothed off into something helplessly vulnerable. It reminds you that he was created to be broken.
âWash you.â At his non-response, you add, âItâll hurt less.â
A sigh. The shift of his boots on the tile floor. He is careful to not step on your rug lest he mark it. Youâre sure he can sense how badly you want to help him. K was made to pick up on human cues. Finallyâ
âAlright.â
As you lead the officer into the cramped space of the bathroom, you try to not feel like heâs the one doing you a favor. You drag a threadbare towel off the shelf and drape it in the bottom of the shower to pad the inhospitable plastic before gathering a battered bucket. The handle has long since been lost to time.
At your side, K strips with a resignedly methodical practice you donât want to think about. He is not shy about exposing his body to you, giving the air of this being a familiar request. It makes something nameless and acidic coat your mouth. He is careful to fold his removed clothing and set it neatly aside.
Naked, the replicant lowers himself to his knees onto the thinly padded shower floor. Once seated, he interlaces his fingers and bows his head. He waits patiently for you to finish filling the bucket at the sink and gather a scrap of towel to use a rag. The â9 is the picture of practiced supplication. Someone really has trained him for more than just killing his own kind.
You find your own place on the floor outside of the shower. You wet the cloth and rub a bar of soap over it to form a lather. With nothing else left to do but swallow down your nervousness, you start the process of getting him clean.
He lets out a sharp exhale, as if punched, when the first contact between you is made. Steeling yourself, you pass the cloth over his uninjured shoulder. Youâre careful to keep your touch gentle. Grime slicks down his arm in soap-swirled trails.
âYou donât have to do this,â K offers. His eyes are squeezed shut and heâs trembling. His knuckles are going white from how tightly heâs gripping onto his own fingers.
âI donât,â you agree. âIâll stop if you want me to.â
The replicant shakes his head. âI donât.â
And so you continue, careful around his bruises and scrapes. You gently work the rag over his short hair, soaping it. Chasing the cloth with your hand, you work your fingers through the strands. Your fingertips brush over his scalp. Unconsciously, youâre sure, the replicant is pressing into your touch. It makes you wonder when heâs last been handled with kindness untainted by any other motive.
Has he ever? you think, disquieted.
Your chain of thought is interrupted by a sudden, heaving shudder. K attempts to smother a desperate noise behind his clenched jaw, curling in on himself even further. You realize then that he is crying. Tears are escaping from behind his closed eyelids and joining the water speckled across his upper thighs. This had been too much. At the realization, you drop the washcloth. It lands on the floor with a wet thud. Itâs loud over the muffled sounds of the replicant in front of you.
Not caring about how wet your shirt gets, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him. He turns in towards you as if he were a plant in one of the Wallace greenhouses reaching towards the glow of the artificial light. K allows himself to accept the comfort.
Neither of you speak while he sobs himself ragged in the freely offered shelter of your body.
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Long time, no manga haul
#prince's talk tag#hey did you guys know |ink c|ick got a manhwa adaptation? i didnt until i saw it in the store#and the dust jacket is really nice. its got a sparkly holographic effect going on#continuing my quest to get every volume of n/ozaki kun bc its my favorite series ever#with volume 10 being my fave bc thats when they go on the school trip#look at them!! theyre so cute!! they're idiots and i love them#never heard of the black cat and vampire one until i saw it today but its gay vampires so ofc i had to get it#also never heard of the one in between the gay vampire one but the cover looked nice so why not#also got the third p/r/s/k anthology and bc its a Japanese book the clerk gave me that s/x/f bookmark#dont know what they have in common but its cute and free so im not complaining#when i saw that bl anthology i realized i dont own any anthologies with a focus on bl so i decided to change that#i read on the train ride home and its really cute!!#got the 5th volume of c/herry m/agic bc gay office workers with magic powers are my shit!!! (only one of them on the cover has them lolol)#as well as get vol 12 of t/b/n/a. love him on the cover#never heard of the one in the bottom left of the second pic but the summary had me interested#the guy on the cover seems cold and mean but hes actually holding back fluffy emotions#and i love that shit!! so im game
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Employee of the Month
really, i dont think half of this should be taken seriously, HOWEVER:
I think loverboy's peakest babygirl moment in all of his career should be singlehandedly getting pantalone to invent the concept of "employee of the month" for the sole reason of having a workplace excuse to spoil and praise him without raising suspicion. đ Which I'll set in the timeline Before pantalone becomes the harbinger, and is just a fairly high ranking official at present.
(theres like a whole backstory ive cooked up that my moot is currently writing now so this entire post might make a lot more sense after my requested fic is out lmao)
like yeah,, pantalone eventually does come to realize and notice that Hmmm! This one man is a particularly diligent worker! His excellent workplace charm and wet puppy eyes have captivated me !
Perhaps a little shy to praise.
(lil bro is actively trying to avoid the spotlight in such a line of work)
Celestia knows how many hundreds of fatui are trained and raised in the soldiers way đ With the Tsaritza's mercy the organization will rarely happen upon a handful of sparkly-eyed new recruits that can actually be COMPETENT with the brunt of the logistics, diplomacy and theoretical PAPERWORK that keeps the fatui running.
God knows that harbingers like Pantalone, Pulcinella, and occasionally Arlecchino NEED subordinates behind desks rather than on the field.
So the idea comes to pantalone on a fine sunny day with a stroke of genius !
because the work environment under each harbinger is so Different, you could categorize pantalone to (relatively) have the safest, and most boring work imaginable.
Definitely in which case, job motivation is very..... low. Well not anymore apparently,, in comes loverboy, newly enrolled in the fatui
with a personal vendetta against risking his precious life on the field, who damn well MAKES SURE his work merits and skills direct him towards a cushy job with good pay. and that eventually catches pantalone's attention, whos like
Wow! I wonder how i can get myself to play favorites in my department in broad daylight without it being suspicious... Hmmm...
And then on the first day of the upcoming month, out goes a notice to every subordinate, manager, accountant, secretary and etc etc, about a brand new system set in place! and would you look at that:
Loverboy nearly digs a hole and buries himself on the spot out of embarrassment when he sees a nice framed photo of him hung up at the Northland bank's noticeboard with nice bold letters saying
"Fatuus of the Month"
followed by a nice motivational speech by pantalone that goes a little too into loverboy's personal quirks rather than his excellent contributions to the bank.
Really, it might've only been a little over 1.5 years into his mandated fatui service, but he's already been sent off with a neat bonus.... a small material gift that pantalone bought him, and a strong surge of interest from his fellow colleagues/comrades.
So much for trying to avoid the spotlight :P
also pspsppspsps @eluxcastar would you like some loverboy thoughtposting
#âłâ„ Rumoured rants#âłâ„ Ooh Lover Boy#pantalone#genshin#genshin impact#fatui#fatui harbingers#pantalone genshin#gensin impact headcannons#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#pantalone x reader#pantalone x male reader#genshin impact fatui#i love have incoherrent thoughts come to life#i feel like this is just genshin impact: the office AU#you can take the genshin out of the businessman#but you cant take the business out of THIS genshin man#by god i survived a bachelors in business management and BY GOD WILL I MAKE USE OF IT#even tho i remember like. almost nothing from it :)#anyways k thanks bye i prommy ill have more interesting loverboy thoughts cooking soon <3
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My Oh My - R.S.
Synopsis. Trick or treat! The mean Ănmate in Room 6/9 doesnât want halloween candy - he wants something else much, much sweeter.
Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, Ănmate! Sukuna, slight foĂłdplay, creampĂes, brĂ t-taming, use of âgĂłod girlâ, MEAN softĂe Sukuna, PĂSSYDRUNK Sukuna, oraI (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs piercings and tattoos, dry-hĂșmping, squĂrting, spĂtting, bĂłdy worshĂp, exhĂbitionism, slight Gojo x Reader, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 6.7k (sigh)
A/N. Yes, the seventh day of k!nktober had to be Sukuna even tho Iâm a Gojo-gaggerâŠ
âNanami chill.â
Itâs twelve in the dead of Halloween, and Nanami Kento does, in fact, not chill - not when heâs five hours deep into overtime at the most high security prison in all of Japan, running on only three cups of caffeine and the promise of a day off sometime in the next year.Â
âYou know I canât do that.â he rubs his throbbing temples, heaving out a sigh as he often does. Taking one long look around the glaringly empty surveillance office, âEspecially not today of all days.â
Youâre humming in flippant agreement, but that only makes the furrow in your partnerâs brows deepen even more. âI know I know. But donât you think the inmates deserve something a lilâ special today? I mean, he-â Pointing at the grainy CCTV footage on your computer screen - showing one, Ryomen Sukuna, in his padded cell. Watching. Waiting. â-didnât get a single visitor all year.â
And before Nanami can even think to open his mouth, youâre already dusting down your uniform. Grabbing the bowl of candy propped between you two that youâd swiped from the break room.Â
âWait-â
âAfter all, whatâs the worst that could happen?â
Now, youâve always been told that youâre a little softer than most when it comes to your inmates - which perhaps wasnât the best quality to have when your section was filled to the brim with the most infamous of yakuza and serial criminals. But they respected you. Hell, Nanami loved to roll his eyes at this one but - you think they almost liked you.
Especially Ryomen Sukuna.
You shiver at the long, long list of crimes of his that you had to memorize in your early days - distinctly remembering the way your laptop had crashed with just how far you had to scroll.Â
Honestly, you werenât surprised that the most wanted crime boss across the globe wouldnât get anything other than public threats and a few snarling officers that laugh smugly in his face. Though, you have had to sift out a few perfumed fan mail from time to time.Â
And even before youâd started this job, you knew of him - who didnât?Â
The King of Curses, they called him. And what a king he was.
Some say he was just a crook. Others say he was a beast that seemed like he had four arms and twice the power of any normal human being.Â
Right before his arrest, the Curses owned half of Japanâs revenue - he was untouchable. With his deceivingly innocent signature pink hair, those circling tattoos all across his body, and the dark, dark bloodthirst to get whatever he wanted. Whenever. And fast.Â
Itâd made international news when he was finally caught - only after a long, agonizing syndicate war between himself and the Six Eyes. It was your first day working here, and you were there to spy it firsthand when he was brought in. Shackles clanking along the metallic prison floor, towering well above the eight officers by his side, being hauled into that specialized cell like some animal.Â
And, yet, through it all Sukuna was smiling - smiling like he knew something that everyone in this building didnât.Â
It still burns into your memory the way heâd stopped right in his tracks for the first time on his way up here, stalling for just a second. Two. Before looking right into your widened eyes, devilish grin only growing at your trembling figure.
Ryomen Sukuna had his eyes on you from the moment those handcuffs locked him in here.Â
And he still did.
âHey there, Kuna-â youâre humming after the long, tedious task of unlocking all sixteen padlocks on his heavy metal door. It clamors to a shut behind you with a deafening clang! Locked from the inside. With him. Alone. âHow are we doing today?â
Sukuna was sat on the padded floor of his cell, knees brought up to his broad chest. If you didnât know any better, youâd have said he almost looked like a scolded child - had it not been for the custom-made metal cuffs that restrained him up to his very forearms. A matching leather muzzle drawn tight to cover half of his pretty face.Â
He was the very epitome of all you should stay away from in this prison.Â
And, yet, you find yourself walking towards him, carefully trying not to step on the hefty chains of his shackled ankles.Â
It surrounds you like an iron serpent, clinking lightly when heâs raising his half-lidded eyes to look up at you. âHeh- will it reduce my sentence if I say sâbetter now that youâre here, brat?âÂ
Sukunaâs deep baritone was husky with disuse, hitching sharply at the end of his sweet little nickname for you. From what little you could make out behind the muzzle, you catch the slow, sultry curl of his plump lips. âOr should I say-â His gaze trickles down to your glinting golden badge, narrowing. â-officer.â
Youâre rolling your eyes, âYou and I both know weâre past all that, Sukuna.â
âNot past that enough, dontcha think?â heâs cracking his neck with a slight tilt side by side, as if he hadnât even realized how long heâd been sitting here until youâd wandered your way inside. Cocking his head up slightly at the small glass bowl still clutched in your hands, âSomethinâ sweet from someone sweet fâme?â
âOh-â youâre sputtering out. He knew exactly what buttons to push to tease and toy with you without even lifting a finger. â-yes, trick or treat! Since itâs Halloween I thought I might as well share the spirit.â
Heâs bellowing out a husky laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest, and you have to tear your eyes away from the slight, sinful sliver of tan skin that peeks out at the jostle of his thin cotton t-shirt.Â
You hated to admit it - but you almost understood exactly why Sukuna got so many fan letters that you had to throw out. A secret youâd whispered to Nanami over break and then never again after he fully ignored you for a week afterwards.Â
Sukuna takes his languid time stretching out his limbs, and you get the distinctly hot feeling that heâs doing this on purpose. One eye cracked to watch your every jolt when the hem of his t-shirt raises just a bit too high, when his long, long legs nudging lightly against your feet.Â
You huff, âWell, would ya like some or not? Because I can just give all of it to Mahito in the next cell-â
âAh, youâre so damn hot when youâre mad.â he grins, and now you know heâs having fun with you. âFuckinâ demanding, too.âÂ
Heâs bringing up his two firmly restrained arms up to your line of vision. âAnd, I donât know if youâve noticed, silly girl, but mâa little ah- preoccupied, here.â
Oh, right.Â
Shit.Â
It wouldâve been so easy to just move your fingers over to the keys in your backpocket and unlock his handcuffs for the slightest second. So easy to shut his cocky mouth up by doing the very things he knows he wonât goad you into doing.Â
But you sneak a glimpse up at the camera positioned at the very corner of the room - trained on the hunched over-figures of the two of you - as if to say, âHey, see, Nanami?âÂ
âNice try.â And you swear you hear the great Ryomen Sukuna gasp - gasp - a sharp, tiny inhale when you reach out towards the very back of his muzzle. Your fingers scratching up lightly against his silken tresses as you feel for the clasp, letting it fall to the ground in a sad pile. Soft - itâs the first thing on your mind, and the next was how unfairly attractive Sukuna looked without his muzzle. âBut youâre not going anywhere.â
He just beams up at you, showing off his slightly sharpened canines. Facial tattoos almost as sinful as the darkened glint in his eyes, âHeh- as if Iâd wanna go absolutely anywhere else right now.â
Before you can snap back - or more likely, make a fool out of yourself to his amusement - he cranes his neck desperately upwards. âSo? Jusâ gonna stand there givinâ me a pretty view or what?â
Too soon, youâre realizing what he wants.
And too readily, youâre crouching down till youâre eye-level with his greedy gaze. Hastily unwrapping one of the candies, âOpen wide.â
Sukuna only grins. âGet closer would ya? Mânot a fuckinâ giraffe now, am I?â
Fuck.Â
Wordlessly, you inch closer.
âCloser. These chains arenât as long as they look yâknow.â
And closer.Â
âJust a bit more- I donât bite. Promise.â
And-Â
âGood girl.â
Before you know it - Sukuna has you exactly where he wants you. Losing your fragile balance to topple over into his awaiting lap, manspread, cushioning your fall. His biceps flex against his restraints, as if some second nature of his wanted to wrap those tattooed arms around your waist.
âI-â youâre gasping, palms gliding over his feeble uniform. Feeling every curve and divot along his hard front- fuck, he felt like a wall of bricks. So toned underneath that fabric, your chin rests softly on the valley between his plush pecs. âIâm so sorry- I didnât mean to-â
âSâperfect though, isnât it?â heâs cutting you off, leaning in so close now that you could feel your cheeks heat with each of his feverish puffs of air. The very tip of his nose kissing yours. âNow you can reach me- honestly, why complain when life gives ya lemons, woman.â
Your breath hitches, âIâŠâ
âSo? Gonna gimme some of that sweetness?â
Youâre still unsure of whatâs happening. And all you can do is to wordlessly bring the sweet treat up to his lips, almost flinching when the warm softness of his lips brush up against your fingertips.Â
And shit, you know what it must look like on the outside, you know that Nanamiâs probably halfway through jumping out of his seat at the surveillance office already.Â
But you really canât bring yourself to think about that right now - not when Sukunaâs wrapping his rosy lips around your fingers. Eyes drooping shut slowly. Lazily. Lingering longer than necessary when his tongue swipes at the candy.Â
It all but melts in your hand, and as soon as youâre about to pull back-
âHold right there fâme now.â
Youâre sure if Sukunaâs hands were freed then heâd have claimed a strong grip on your wrist already, because he was just nuzzling his face into your touch. Sighing out, âCanât have my officer all dirty now, can I?â
His long, pink tongue comes up to just drag along your digits, making you keen at the slight scratch of his soft taste buds. One by one. Each of your fingers. Sucking, groaning.Â
Smiling at you slyly, heâs dragging his tongue in between your index and your middle finger, slurping up all the sweetened candy from before. âWhat? Cat got yer tongue?â
âY-you-â
âY-y-y-you-â he mocks, baritone voice a few octaves dramatically higher than usual. Through his smirk, Sukuna bites down on the very tip of your index, making you wince at the sharp sting of his canines. âIf ya got somethinâ to say then spit it out like the big girl you are.â
Heâs so leeringly smug, watching back as you struggle to meet his intense gaze as if it was his favorite show. Oh, how he wants to tease you about that little good girl routine you put whenever you stop by his cell - always smiling, always in that snug uniform that made you look so irresistible, always talking to him so sweetly as if he wasnât the king of curses himself.
Never in his life would he admit it, but it was soâŠcute.
And Sukuna half-expects you to jump back this very second, to throw another one of your pouts his way and scamper off back to the safety of your office. He expects you to-
âKiss me.â
Oh.Â
Fuck.
That was not what Sukuna expected - never in the hundreds of years he was sentenced to rot in this prison.
But, well, looking down at the way you were splayed out so prettily on his lap - your chin jutting forwards, hands steadied on his pecs, glossed-up lips all pursed for him - how could he ever say no?
In a split-second, heâs kissing you.Â
And youâre kissing him back and fuck- is it intoxicating.
Sukuna meshes his lips against yours so slowly, savoring. Angling his head just enough to suckle on your honeyed lips, youâre feeling his hips gently buck upwards, drinking up your light groans.Â
You mewl when he slides his soft tongue between your lips. And thatâs when you learn that Sukuna has a tongue piercing, cold and metallic against your lips. He tastes so sweet - exactly like the artificial strawberry from the sweet earlier and-
âHah-â youâre gasping at the soft clink! of something sweet, something hard being placed all prettily right in the middle of your tongue - the candy. Brows raising, âIsnât that-â
âSo what if it is?â heâs grunting, not letting you part too far away before sitting up even straight to surge his lips against yours. Mellow. Addicted. Sukuna just loved how sweet you were on him - even more so than that godforsaken candy. Heâs craning upwards to nip lightly at your bottom lip, âGot a problem?â
You were so pliant on top of him, swiveling your hips down lazily at his question instead of answering. Over and over. And Sukuna almost finds it in himself to taunt you until you answer- before one manicured hand of yours grips his face, letting his sharp jaw slack open.Â
Only giving the candy a few drippingly wet swirls inside your mouth before spitting - a thick wad of candied spit right onto Ryomen Sukunaâs tongue. Glistening against his piercing.
And he takes it.Â
Surprisingly, hypnotically takes it.Â
He groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head when he mouths in that tiny piece of strawberry candy back. You hear the crunch! of it underneath his teeth, kissing you even deeper to show off how heâd swallowed every tiny shard. Â
Curling his legs around your form, itâs all it takes for his gaze to drop half-lidded, chest panting - heaving - he smiles a dangerous curve of his lips against yours.Â
Sharp teeth glinting against your own, he chuckles. âI think weâre gonna have a lot of fun, dontcha think, brat?â
You can only take it when he rolls his yearning hips up into yours. You feel so dizzy at the massive outline of his half-hardened cock underneath you - solid, thorough inches girthing upwards against your heated cunt.Â
âBut first-â His teeth bite down on your lower lip, and he pulls. â-think mâgonna hafta hah- teach ya to be a good girl fâme.â
Clang!
All of a sudden, the heavy ripping of metal rings across your dazed head - and Sukunaâs just tearing apart his durable metallic handcuffs as if they were made of nothing but paper.
âWhat-â you gasp rubs over where the tough restraints had rubbed his skin redly raw, oh he just basks in all your sputtering disbelief. âYou could remove it- but- but that was special grade?â
âYa really thought a pile of trash like that would keep me put? Of course, I could fuckinâ get out, donât be silly, woman.â He quirks a slitted brow with genuine confusion - almost as if he was offended at the very thought. And before you know it, Sukunaâs throwing away the useless pieces of junk towards a nestled corner of the cell - hitting exactly on the bullseye of that damn CCTV he hated so much. Both of you watch when it topples brokenly to the ground. He hums, low and sultry, âI just hadnât found a good ânough reason until now.â
Almost immediately, his hands are on you. Everywhere. Anywhere.
Coaxing such pretty whines out of you when Sukuna ravages along every inch of your body, large calloused palms kneading down your tits, your waist, grabbing a handful of your ass.Â
âOhh- this sâthe life.â he groans, all ten of his thick digits squeezing and teasing you. Heâs leaning down to nip lightly at your ear lobe, âAlmost makes me forget what a naughty girl ya actually are.â
âIâm not-â you answer immediately, but it comes out much more breathless than you intended and both of you know that.Â
âOh yeah?â Sukuna jostles the two of you so that youâre fully laid out across his hulking body now, and youâre squirming already - desperately trying to wiggle your hips down to where he was throbbing. To glide the sopping wet place between your thighs down his rock-hard erection. For this, youâre gifted with a branding slap! on the curve of your ass, Sukuna holding you firmly in place. âDoesnât explain why youâre already sâfuckinâ wet like a slut, my pretty baby.â
You lick up the tattoo on his chin, âBut- but Kuna-â
Another needy grind - another smack.
âNow what did I jusâ fuckinâ say?â he hisses, and the primal rasp in his tone just makes you drenched.Â
And Sukuna notices - of course, he notices. Drunken red eyes widening, oh, he could almost feel how fucking soaking you were through all those clothes. Too many clothes, in his opinion.
Which is why he has one hand fisting furiously at your smart uniform shirt, not a single word or apology uttered before he just shreds it right off your heaving chest.
âOh my god-â you squeal, your hands coming up to clutch at the tatters of fabric and your badge. And your lips pout out in such a way that makes his cock just twitch, mumbling out stubbornly, âThat was my new uniform-â
âSâwhat happens when ya get too greedy like this.â His knees raise up a bit more to rub your glissading cunt along the very curve of his fat tip. Just dragging your dripping cunt all along his bulging dick, reveling in the sticky schwf! schwf! schwf! of wet fabric. Sukuna gives an impatient tug on the fabric of your pants, âNow get rid of this before I tear that off, too.â
You couldnât shuffle out of your belt and trousers fast enough. And oh, even that wasnât enough for Sukuna - dazedly flinging off what remained of your shirt, your bra, before turning his eyes downwards and-
âOh, good girl.â he whispers at the sight of you in nothing but your flimsy excuse of panties. So soaked -Â translucent, even - your saturated juices making such a glossy mess at your inner thighs. He canât help but flick at the tiny bow on your underwear, leaning up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âSuch a good girl, arenât ya?â
âK-Kuna-â youâre barely even thinking at this point, panting. âWanâ to feel youââ
Heâs tittering a breathy moan disguised as a laugh at this, bringing up a hand to cup your cheeks. âAwww, my pretty baby wants my cock?â he coos, squeezing in two of his thick fingers between your lips.
But if Sukuna was looking for an answer, then he doesnât wait for it.Â
A spit-glossed pout finds its way to his lips, mocking your own. And fuck, he was such a little tease. One hand giving your ass another slap! just to watch you whine and pretend that it didnât make your pussy even more embarrassingly wet - shit, he was having fun. The other pulling out from inside your mouth, delicate strings of spit snap when heâs gliding his coated digits down, down, down-
âOh-â you tuck your trembly head into the crook of his neck when Sukuna drags his thumb just across your puffed-up pussy lips. Slowly. Tantalizingly.Â
âOh?â he huffs out, licking his lips at just how steamingly wet you were inside. So ready for him. ââOhâ is all?âÂ
Sukuna plants another lingering smack on your ass, and by now youâre sure by now heâs left the bumpy imprint of all five fingers on your flesh. Tracing between your swollen folds gingerly with just the rounded tip of his finger up and down up and down. He gets greedy.Â
âDamn brat-ïżœïżœïżœ And itâs all the warning you get before he just forces two of his fat fingers into your messily throbbing pussy. Rubbing all around your tightly quivering entrance, âSâwhat I get for spoiling you too much.â
Thereâs no hiding from the way he stretches you open so obscenely, having your sloppy hole just gaping around his digits. All wet and cozy inside.
âOh- m-more-â you mewl.Â
But he only continues rubbing saturated little circles around your teasing entrance, humming hotly against your lips. âHmm, dunno. Think we hafta teach you some manners, silly girl.â And each of his fingers were so thick, stretching out the channel of your cunt until your mouth watered. Your body was limp, hips stuttering down softly into his hold - trying so uselessly to fuck yourself back down onto him, as if he wasnât easily holding you still with just one beefy arm around your waist. âHow about a âpleaseâ first?â
You scramble to dig your nails into his bulky deltoids, tracing around his circular tattoos peeking out. âP-please!â
âNuh uh-â he snickers. âNo stutterinââ
âPlease!â
Sukuna pretends to think for a few syrupy slow seconds. He nips down softly at the sensitive spots on your neck, having you trembling like a feather in his vice-like grasp. âHow about a âpretty pleaseâ?â
And oh, he grins at the way youâre almost on the verge of tears at this point, your pouty lower lip wobbly with effort. Trying so desperately to comply with the demands of your inmate, you buck your hips so that the soft mountains on his palm graze against your clit. Whimpering, âWh-what if I w-walked away right now, Kuna?â
âMy my, resorting to threats?â heâs whispering filthily in your ear. âNow I know youâre bluffinâ woman. Because I hngh- also know-â So smug when he tugs down the soft cotton of his pants just enough to let his achy cock spring free. âThat youâre gonna stay nâ beg fâme like the good girl you are.â
And you hated that he was right.
You hated that he was so big.Â
Hefty girth slapping up onto his abs with a wet smack! Sukunaâs red, rounded tip was so thick that you could feel your thighs clench, swiping up a glossy glide of precum onto his t-shirt. Drip! Drip! dripping along the crevices of his veins and down to his eager balls, those tufts of pink at his base. All his solid inches winked up at you glisteningly in the harsh cell light. Just waiting. Throbbing.Â
It made your mouth water.Â
So you finally answer, voice strained and breaking at the very end. âI- I wanâ you really badly, Kuna.â He sucks in a breath when you bat your teary lashes up at him, âPretty please?â
âMy good girl.â
At this very moment, the only other response you get is a sensual, slow drag of his fingers out of your cunt. The exact opposite of what you wanted - because, of course, this was Ryomen Sukuna. You whine, clawing desperately at his wrist to try and reel him back.
But he doesnât stop. Canât stop. Almost hypnotized in the way he brings his drenched fingers up into his mouth without a second thought. Sukuna moans at the taste. A glossy trail of your messy slick forms down the corner of his slurping mouth, and he throws his head back with a guttural, âOh fuck- sâsweeter than any of that hah- candy.â
Ah, that did it.Â
Only milliseconds later, youâre being spread all flat on the floor with one swift shove of Sukunaâs big arms, panties sliding easily down your shivering thighs. It really doesnât take much to have your dangling legs splayed out across his sculpted back, his own body shuffling down ravenously to come lips-to-lips with your puffy pussy.
And oh you can feel his smile against your dripping wet cunt, half-lidded eyes boring right up into yours. Long, pinkish tongue lolling out like he was utterly fucked - and if you angled your head just right you could see the way he was deftly spreading both of your swollen folds, the very tip of the hot muscle kissing wetly against your sloppy entrance.
âShiiiit-â your fingers tangle themselves in his rusty pink hair. Hips jittery and bucking up drunkenly against the cool surface to chase his hot mouth. âOh- ngh- Love havinâ your m-mouth on me- ngh-â
âGettinâ all mouthy wâme, huh? Arenât ya embarrassed to be absolutely ruined like this by a criminal like me?â he huffs out a bout of raspy laughter. âSâall because you decided to be a- fuck- a good- girl fâme, thatâs- what.â Struggling to even get out coherent sentences because he didnât want to part from your pretty pussy. Instead kissing all over again and again-
The bulbous metal stud of his tongue piercing thrashes up so filthily against your hot clit, coating the sensitive nub in all of his heady, swelteringly hot saliva.
And the only time youâre registering Sukuna break away just mere inches is to spit. Once. Twice.Â
Thumbing across the stream of see-through spit he just grins up at you in a way you knew to be a pussydrunken expression. Glassy eyes almost drooping shut, tiny dimples cratering at the very ends of his lips, the entire lower half of his face covered in a shiny sheen of slick. Drip! Drip! Drip! right onto the middle of your shamefully spread cunt.Â
âYa got me thinkinâ Iâd wanna live out my entire life sentences jusâ for a taste of this pretty pussy, woman.â
Roughly lapping with his tongue against your clit, each one pulling out crashing waves of white-hot pleasure that make you all but sob when Sukuna unabashedly adds in his fingers past your gummy hole.
âYou can take it-â he hushes out uncharacteristically soothingly into your inner thighs, peppering soft, open-mouthed kisses along them. âTake âem fâme.â
Sukuna isnât shy about immediately dragging his fingers along your sopping wet folds. Starting up a ruthless, simpering pace thrusting inside and out of your drooling entrance has you whining. Â
âOh.â your mouth slack-jaws open deliriously, and for the second time tonight you feel like youâre being absolutely split-apart on his thick fingers. Splaying out a hand to glide across your tummy, âYou- hngh- you already feel s-so deep, Kuna.â
Your words were cracking with a whimper each time heâs delving into your gushing depths. Building you up, wringing you taut with pleasure whenever he picked up the pace. Alternating between harsh sucks on your cunt and the absolute meanest of swipes against the spongy placeholders of your sweet spots.Â
âAlready?â he has the audacity to cackle - cackle right in front of your teary face. âMâbarely even f-fingering this pussy nâ you wanna talk about deep- lemme show ya-â He spares not even the tiniest ounce of mercy when hauling your boneless body even closer. Brows furrowing at the knocking of his chin at the very base of your cunt, the way his jaw grinded. Sukuna replaces the hand on your stomach with his own free one, guiding it up, up, up until your eyes widened and you could feel your breath tightening in your chest.Â
âHere.â Drawing a burning, imaginary line about halfway through - âHere is where my cock sâgonna be so ya better get- better get ready for that, pretty baby.â Looking right in your eyes, Sukunaâs tone is laced with a vicious sort of snarl when he plows on, âBecause my good girl sâgonna be able to take it.â
And youâd heard of the type or orgasms that leave you speechless, that leave you so blindsided that you donât even realize youâre having them.
Because it takes only a few more expert tweaks of Sukunaâs lengthy fingers up against every nook and crevice of your. Scissoring, swirling - round and round until he was dredging up your dizzying orgasm.Â
âOh my god- I think Iâm-â your words are garbling together pathetically, wet and as unsteady as each jolt of electricity running down your spine. âIâm-â
âCumming.â heâs cutting through, tugging you by the thighs even closer to make out impossibly deeper with your convulsing pussy. Rolling his eyes, âI know I know, just shut up nâ cum all over my mouth would ya?â
Itâs not like you could do anything else.Â
And - as a little punishment - your grip tightens searingly on his scalp, just dragging your drooling pussy all over his pretty features. Letting yourself gush all down his tongue in a steady trickle while you ride him to your heartâs content.Â
âHeh- getting so fuckinâ- hngh- fucking greedy, arenât ya?â he mutters out over wet slurps. Still hammering in the pads of his fingers to press up harshly into your bulging sensitive spots. âSâalright. Use me then, use me-âÂ
Your back arches almost painfully, vision tinging with slight black at the edges, and itâs as if you were out of control at this point.Â
âNow now, what do you think youâre doinâ huh?â he feeds into each of your stuttering, slick glides down into his palm while you come down from your high. Eyes narrowing down at you, âAnd here I thought you were turninâ into my- hah- g-good girl. Where are those hands going, huh?â
Shit, you didnât even realize it at first.
Your hands are wandering so sluttily down to where his thickened base was just twitching in his lap. Aching to wrap your trembly fingers wrapping around him - struggling to even close.Â
âOh- oh my god.â your eyes widen after a few sloppy drags of your soft palm down his length. Curving it slightly to the side at the sight of another one of his signature ringed tattoos - right around his fat base. âYou have another tattoo here?â
Sukuna clenches his jaw, hips rutting upwards at a sloppy staccato in synchronization with his hands and yours. âYeah- nâ I already know you love it-â he shudders out, chest panting. â-because I can already feel just how much wetter ya got- shit-â
With all of his almost-inhuman strength, itâs almost too easy for Sukuna to drag your body downwards to his like some silly little ragdoll.Â
âKunaââ youâre dragging out in a breathy tone. Your hands shakily tugging on his t-shirt - your mind finally clear enough to realize that he was still fully clothed while you bare and fucked-out already underneath him. âWanâ this off-â
Smack!
âForgettinâ your place, arenât ya, pretty baby?â he growls, but fuck did Sukuna think you looked so utterly gorgeous like this. All pouty and teary, letting out the cutest whines while you waited for him to do exactly what you said.Â
And, well, he might be the notorious king of curses, the most wanted criminal in all of Japan - but that didnât mean that Sukuna was any match for you.Â
âMâonly listeninâ because you were so f-fuckinâ good fâme hngh- earlier, brat.â he spits out. Hastily ridding himself of both that paper-thin t-shirt and pants - not tearing, you note with slight disgruntlement. Kissing your ass with another smack of his palm for good measure. You wince when he flicks your forehead, âSo ya better not let it get to that pretty lilâ head of yours.â
But fuck, was it so difficult not to.Â
Sukuna was so mouth-wateringly gorgeous, all sculpted muscle and what looked to be miles upon miles of tanned skin that you just wanted to bite into. And you realize - with a jolt - that when those other inmates rumored he had tattoos everywhere - they werenât lying. Thick, circular rings that highlight his bulging biceps, those toned thighs as far as your eye could see.Â
Now you really understood the fan mail.
Smack! Smack! Smack!Â
Those drippingly wet smacks this time didnât come from Sukunaâs hands on your ass - instead, it was from calculated, purposeful little slaps of his thick cock onto your clit.
âHeh, as much as I love to have my- ngh! my cute lilâ officer ogling me-â His hand coming up to curl around your throat, forcing you to peer downwards. â-Iâd rather you look where it r-really matters, silly girl.â
He sounded so proud - barely lucid already at the very sight of your tight, glistening hole kissing up against his fat tip.Â
Dragging a thumb down your wet slit to grin at the size difference even further, he purrs, âYeahâŠthis pussy has been givinâ me a real treat tonight. Might as well give her one back, hm?â
And heâs so big, so full that you canât even whine out anything coherent when Sukuna sinks into your sloppy cunt inch by fucking solid inch. Pushing past that ring of feeble resistance, your pussy was greedily swallowing up every bit of his massive girth. Letting out the cutest squelches that make him moan.Â
âOh- would ya look at that?â he bares his teeth in a devilish smile. Head thrown back at how youâre already clamping and trying to milk him with your velvety walls. âTakinâ me so well, ya really are such a good girl, huh?â
Each and every hoarse little praise is panted raggedly against your ear, and your pussy slides up and down his swollen shaft in a sultry back and forth. And Sukuna just canât tear his eyes away from the way your cunt swallows him up so greedily - so frantically like you were trying to milk something delicious out of him.
âKuna- hngh!â your thighs quiver up and down. Hips moving in slow gyrations against how he was rummaging all inside you. âY-youâre stretching me out so good ah-â
Heâs still trying to squeeze inside, still pushing and pushing. Pressing a hand down on your stomach, âTold you Iâd be right-â Bottoming out. Hard. â-here.â
Each and every juttering ram into your gooey depths have you keening, and his eyes growing even wilder. Grin curling upwards at how every kiss of the very tip of his rotund cock has your spongy cervix bouncing into him, your walls pulsing where he swipes inside. Looking for-
âFuck!â
That.Â
âHeheh- hope ya can take it, brat. Because once I start-â he presses hot peck after peck down your jaw. âI canât stop.â
You learn very quickly that that wasnât a threat - it was a promise.Â
Every plunge into your melty pussy has you almost bawling, because Sukuna wasnât gentle - no, he doesnât even ease you into it. The soft curve of his head presses in so harshly against your bulging g-spot, so thoroughly in rough, wet glides. Each single hammer upwards sinking against wherever drove out the prettiest moans from your pouty lips, having you such a shaky mess underneath of him.Â
Exactly how heâs been wanting you this past year in confinement.
âW-what-â you sputter out, dragging your nails across his neck to mash your lips onto his. Tasting the candy and you and the candy- âThis past year?â
Oh. Shit.Â
âHeheh- did I say that out loud?â Sukuna rumbles, struggling to catch his breath while he swallows back each keened-out whimper threatening to break out from his lips. He gives your tongue a slow, tasteful suck. âWhoops- hah fuuuuck- you see what this pussy does tâme?â
He brings one large hand down to your jittery hips, the other drawing a tender stripe across your still-sensitive clit. That heavenly feeling just makes you clench, and Sukuna to throw his head back with a withering groan. âSâfuckinâ dangerous- youâre more fuckinâ dangerous than me- hah-â
You giggle at the way he was running his mouth now, sentences slurring together like he couldnât even find the words.Â
âYou see this-â he pants, so sensitive that Sukuna canât help but tuck his face into the crook of your neck. And you feel the burning flush of his cheeks, the way he brings your hand up to pat his plush pec, thumping thunderously underneath his heated skin. â-got me fuckinâ crazy here- ngh! Mâon my knees for you nâ youâre all here actinâ like such a good girl.â
As he babbles, Sukuna actually falls back onto his knees.Â
Dragging you right along with him to spearhead his cock vertically into your snug channel, his powerful thighs are thrusting up, up, up-
âOh-â Youâre wrapping your arms tightly around his neck when faced with another stinging smack! And this time he takes the opportunity to roll his fat thumb even deeply against your clit. âSâso-â
Sukunaâs eyes were half-lidded now, grumbling out little profanities into your mouth. âWhat? Canât even speak now?â He chuckles - but it sounds higher-pitched, breathless like he was fucking losing it. âDoesnât- ngh- doesnât matter- this cunt is speakinâ ânough for the both of ya. Why dontcha act like my good girl nâ ask what sheâs sayinâ?â
God, your face burned with such mortification - and itâs all you can do to dart a bleary look towards that smashed CCTV camera once more. Gulping out a breathy, âWh-what is she ah- sayinâ, Kuna?â over those deafening squelch! squelch! squelches.Â
He positively beams, âSheâs sayingâŠâ Nipping down on your lower lip, tasting that familiar strawberry on your tongue. â-that right about now sheâs gonna cum.â
And sure enough, a particularly harsh clashing glide across your g-spot has you sobbing, has you twitching - it has you cumming. Over and over all over Sukunaâs relentless cock, and not just that-
âShit, woman.â Sukuna stares, jaw-dropped in awe at the absolute mess your overwhelmed cunt was gushing out. Coating his erratic thighs in a wet gleam of all your juices, it seeps into his skin, dripping down the curve of his legs and onto the padded floors. âFuckinâ squirted all over me, youâre fuckinâ ah- unreal- fuckââ
If he couldnât maintain that gruff tone of it thatâs because he was genuinely in heaven. Mouth watering, achy cock twitching up into the cushiony sides of your walls once.Â
Before heâs shooting such a sloppy load into your already-messed-up pussy, dumping out thick volumes of seed again and again. It sloshes in all over your insides with every quivering wave of your own orgasm, seeping out from the edges of your sopping slit. Slobbering. Overspilling.Â
Sukuna grunts, feeling you shift gingerly up and down to milk each of his stringy ribbons of cum, leaving sinful dredge after dredge that paints a creamy white ring around his base.Â
âFuckinâ wastinâ it-â heâs jeering, plugging in one of his indexes into your already fully-stuffed entrance. âBetter keep that shit all inside- mânot gonna let my good girl waste it, mâkay?â
âMhm.â you nod, your drowsy body leaning heavily into his. And Sukuna wraps both his strong arms around you to just pin you to his body. âMight jusâ be the best Halloween Iâve ever had-â
âIt fuckinâ better be or so help me-â
SLAM!
âYo, King of Curses~â both of you snap your heads over to the sudden intruder thatâd just crashed the bolted cell door open. He was tall, enveloped by the harsh light from behind - but you could make out those features anywhere. Any guard in this prison could. Throwing over a heavy leather jacket Sukunaâs way, âI tried to wait until your pillowtalk was over but Nanamin can only hold off the bastards on morning shift for so long. So ah chop chop, Suguruâs already waiting for us.â
Gojo Satoru.
Leader of Six Eyes, foe of Ryomen Sukuna.Â
Looking at you like he wanted to positively devour you, âOr, well, if your cute lilâ officerâs coming, too, then we could continue this when we get back to the hideout. Donât you think, sweetheart~â
And Sukuna, oh Sukuna was scowling ever so slightly at the otherâs words - but he only had eyes for you. âSo, whaddaya say, brat?â
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In the hazy haven of the surveillance room, Nanami lets out a deep shudder. Head thrown back against his leather chair, he takes a few bleary moments to collect his breath.Â
âFuckâŠâ he groans, placing that small handheld camera monitor on the table. A secret one. One that no one working in this prison building - and least of all you - knew about. All of that had been an accident, really - an unintentional part of the plan. But the way that Nanami has to drag his boxers upwards, zipping his uniform pants back up wasnât.Â
Taking a steadying gulp, he throws away that soiled tissue. Fingers punching in a few numbers on his phone, all according to his rehearsed script. âYes, hello?â watching the monitor unwavering. Unsurprised. âWe might have a situation.â
A/N. *BAM* hits you with random plottwist.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Everybody knows that iâm a good girl, officers
âin which getting caught stealing with your boyfriend leads to three handsome officers fucking you down at the station.
pairing: officers! gojo s, choso k, nanami k. x fem! reader
cw: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, filming, praise, size difference, belly bulge, fingering.. etc
Your heart raced as you and Toji were stopped in your tracks by a cop car. Attempting to turn around only to be stopped by another swerving in front of you. âShit. T-Toji? What do we do?â
Watching as a tall, broad officer emerged from the vehicleâs front seat, gulping hard when the blond oneâs dark eyes met yours. His face stonic as he stood with his hands in his pockets, letting out a small breath when he looked you up and down.
âToji?â Turning your head to see your boyfriend long gone, having jumped hurriedly over the hood of the car before sprinting away with the stolen money. You whimpered to yourself, backing up when he began to stalk towards you. Yelping as your back hit a broad chest, arms situating themselves around your waist to steady you. âCareful sweetheart.â
Glancing up through your lashes to see a white haired man looking down at you with a smirk, his eyebrow raised in surprise. âNow whatâs a pretty little thing like you stealing for?â he hummed.
And you only looked at your feet after noticing a black haired officer speaking into his walkie talkie about a thief on the loose. Giving a detailed description of your boyfriend. The hold on your waist tightened, and you were flipped around to look up at.. a black blindfold? An idea running through your head to knee him and make a run for it.
âDonât even think about it. I can still see you.â watching as your eyes welled with tears, your hands gripping at the hem if your shirt. âP-please donât arrest me. I promise iâll never do it again.â you pleaded innocently.
The man scoffed, his hand reaching up for your face, his slender fingers digging into your cheeks, âThen tell me, whatâre you doing stealing huh?â
âGojo thatâs enough.â A deep voice demanded. Gojo letting go of you with the roll of his eyes. Your body immediately putting some distance between the two of you. Only to be met with the sight of the same blond officer finally making his move. His face void of emotion as his muscles bulged through his shirt. The veins on his hand extra visible when he gripped something on his belt.
Your eyes widened when he pulled out a pair of handcuffs, tilting his head down at you with his tone serious. âYou can either cooperate, or i arrest you and bring you down to the station. Your pick.â
The third officer walked up to your shivering form before you could speak. Your body being sandwiched between the two towering men.
âNanami sir, the male that was with her has been arrested. Although he was able to knock down three of our m-â He stuttered when he caught sight of you, your glassy eyes practically begging him to tell his friends to let you go. âUhm- our men sir.â He finished with the clear of his throat.
âThanks Kamo.â Nanami nodded, looking back to you with a hard stare. âLook, kid. I donât have all day. We already have your little boyfriend and we can easily take you.â
âNot a kid..â you mumbled. Rough hands making their way to your chin, âYouâre really taking us for fools arenât ya? Take her down to the station.â Nanami commanded, throwing the handcuffs to Choso before he was walking away, getting into the vehicle and driving off.
âShould have just been a good girl and answered me.â Gojo laughed, pushing you over to Choso who did as he was taught, pressing you onto the side of the police vehicle before cuffing your first wrist. Your body twisting and turning making him groan, feeling his dick growing hard in his pants.
âW-wait! Iâm sorry! I promise iâm a good girlâ not a bad guy. Just please donât arrest me.â you begged, hearing the click of the cuffs on your second wrist before you were being pushed into the back seat. Gojo looking at you through the rearview mirror. âItâs a bit too late for that donât you think?â Allowing Choso to sit in the vehicle before speeding off. Some officer.
The whole ride was filled with your tiny sniffles as you asked to be let go in all different ways. Each one being met by a stern no which had you letting out a whine.
âYou do a whole lotta talking for my liking.â Gojo sighed, âMakes me wanna fill your mouth with my cock to shut you up.â Smirking when that made you stop with panicked eyes.
When you arrived at the station. You were pulled through a hallway and past a room where you saw Toji. Anger on his face as he attempted to get up, scowling at the snickering officer when he was stopped by two pairs of handcuffs.
You were brought into another room, seeing Nanami already sitting there going through your file, his head turning to you, Gojo and Choso when he heard the slam of the door. âSheâs still quiet i see.â
âShe actually started talking, told her iâd make her suck my dick if she didnât stop.â Gojo grinned, Nanami shaking his head as you were brought to sit in front of him. Gojo at your side and Choso leaned against the door.
âSo.â The man started, clasping his hands on the desk with a sigh. âI see this isnât your first time being arrested. Mind telling me why?â
You looked down at the glass top with a shrug, âi donât know.â
Nanami motioned to Choso and Gojo with a nod. Choso closing the blinds of the stretch of glass connecting the room to the hallway. While Gojo pulled you up effortlessly, taking your place on the chair with you in his lap.
âLetâs try this again, mind telling me why?â You chewed at your lip, ignoring Gojoâs hot breath on your neck. âI did drugs, i drove while drunk when i was 15, iâve shoplifted many times.â You listed shyly, watching as Nanami nodded along to your words.
âNnh- ahhâ you mewled when two fingers squeezed at your clit through your skirt, your thighs clenching as you shifted on the manâs lap. âGod, I could do this all day.â Gojo whispered.
Nanami closed your file and slid it to the side, standing up and making his way in front of you. Stroking his thumb on your lip, âYouâre really making things worse for yourself. Want to know what these records show?â He started, your eyes fixated on his body as he unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt.
âThey show that youâve never done anything wrong.â His thumb slipping past your lips, âShow that youâre just a naive soul who covered for her friends and boyfriend on multiple occasions.â Looking up at his eyes through your lashes. âShow that youâre a good girl who trusts too easily.â He finished, watching you whimper underneath Gojoâs touch on your clit as you sucked lightly at his thumb. Your eyes closing with a hum.
âDo you think youâre a good girl baby?â
You nodded, âA very good girl, officer.â you muffled out past his finger, the eye contact never breaking until Gojo spoke. âI think she deserves an apology, doesnât she?â
Nanami hummed a small yes, removing his finger from your lips and replacing it with his mouth instead. Kissing you softly as his hand reached up to wrap around your neck. Keeping your head steady as you moaned into him, tongues lewdy curling around each other.
Gojo grinned widely. âThe funâs finally getting started.â His eyes falling on Choso who stood red faced in the corner, his dick noticeably hard in his pants as Gojo ushered him over. âKamo come here.â
Your mind felt fuzzy, wetness pooling between your legs as the large hand around your neck tightened at the sides. Letting out another moan when Gojoâs hand slipped under your skirt, running his fingers along your puffy folds through your panties.
âSheâs soaked already.â he announced, chuckling when you mewled at the announcement, your face beginning to heat up.
âAnd donât worry that pretty little head about that boyfriend of yours. Youâre not the only one heâs been-â
âGojo..â Nanami warned, his lips still moving against yours. Your heart tightened, eyes threatening to well up with tears as your suspicions were confirmed. Chosoâs hand stroked your hair, âDonât worry about that kay? Just focus on us.â
Gojoâs fingers began rubbing small circles on your clit, tearing your panties off of you when it began getting in his way. Nanami pulled away from your lips with a small smirk, sinking down to his knees in front of you.
Placing your legs onto his shoulders before bringing his face to your dripping cunt. âMake as much noise as youâs like. No one can hear us.â
His tongue darted out to lick a long stripe up your slit. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked another. âTastes like fucking heaven.â Gradually increasing his pace until he was lapping at your juices, his skilled tongue feasting on your wetness while Gojo kept up his pace in your swollen clit.
Your head fell back with a mewl, bringing your hands to the blondâs hair but stopped by the metal around your skin. You whimpered, âC-cuffs.â
Gojo groaned into your neck, grinding his clothed cock up into your ass. âNah, like you better with them on.â
You moaned, back arching against Gojo when Nanami inserted two of his thick fingers into you. Curling them in and out directly onto your spot, your mouth hanging open in a string of cries when he began fucking them into your tightness.
Your noises were cut short by an angry red tip tapping your lips, Choso lightly taking hold of your head to help you sit up. His cock nestled between your parted lips waiting for you to take him in.
âAtta boy.â Gojo mused, watching as Choso pushed his cock further past your lips, a soft gag leaving your throat as he allowed you to adjust to his length. Only half of his cock being able to fit in your snug mouth. Choso moaned, your tongue swirling around his pre cum tip as you suckled on the mushroom head. Beginning to bob your head up and down without the use of your hands to keep you steady, your tongue licking along his vein each time you came back up.
A mewl sounded at the back of your tongue, the noise sending vibrations through Chosoâs cock.
Your back arched as a coil built up in your stomach, your trembling legs being held apart by strong hands as your toes curled. Your hips jerking back and forth on Gojoâs lap as the pads of Nanamiâs fingers pressed into your g spot. Him holding them in position by simply moving his fingertips on and off.
You cried out loudly around the cock in your mouth, drool running past your swollen lips and down your chin, Gojo leaning to lick it off your skin. âNnhmfââ you muffled, your eyes closing as you neared the edge. â âmf closhe.â
The three men watched as your breathing sped up, unable to focus when Choso grabbed hold of your hair and manually fucked his cock down your throat. Careful enough to not hurt you.
You whimpered once more with a choked cry, your body spasming uncontrollably as you squirted onto the blondâs chin. Him groaning into you as he lapped it all up, locking his grip on your thighs when you tried to close your legs around his head.
âOh hoho, look at her.â Gojo teased, âCanât stop squirming, think weâre overstiming her. Are we, sweet thing?â
You nodded tearfully, Gojo kissing and biting at your neck while you sucked Choso off. His eyes met Nanamiâs, both the men releasing you at the same time making you let out a shaky breath.
âWeâre not done with you yet.â
Choso moaned as he neared his release, his abs tensing under his shirt and his cock twitching on your tongue. His head falling back with a loud groan before he was pulling out, fisting his cock roughly then cumming all over your pretty face. The sticky substance falling onto your now exposed chest thanks to Gojo.
Chosoâs body quivered lightly as he finished spilling, his face quickly turning red again when he straightened his head to find both his colleagues smirking at him.
Gojo grinned, âGreat, my turn.â standing up with you against him, kicking back the chair before bending you over, ready to line his aching cock up with your sopping pussy.
You whimpered when he roughly spread your legs with his knee, your hands still cuffed securely behind your back as your face met cold glass.
Gojo cursed as he eased himself into you. âSo fucking tight, shit.â he groaned, fucking sloppily into your pussy with no mercy. His painfully hard cock begging for a release ever since he sat you on his lap.
Gojoâs hand reached up in your hair, pulling you up against him as he slammed into you. Your back arching against his chest with a loud mewl. Gojo watched as your ass bounced with each hit of his hips, your head thrown back onto his chest as you filled the room with high pitched moans.
Your pussy clenched when he brought his hand to your tits, fumbling and groping at the soft flesh before twisting your nipples between your fingers. Pulling out a cry from you at the sensation. Gojoâs pace never slowed its abuse to your tightness. Bullying his cock deeper inside you with a string of grunts.
The sound of skin on skin filled the room, your loud cries mixed with Gojoâs grunts as he tugged at both your nipples and your hair. You could feel his tip grazing into your walls with each of his harsh thrusts onto your ass.
Your breaths getting heavy as you neared yet another orgasm. âNnânnhg, f-fuckk.â
âLanguage.â
You trembled with a scream of pleasure, clenching down on the white haired manâs cock as he breathed into your neck with deep throaty moans.
You let out whimper after whimper, your legs feeling like jelly as your knees buckled. âHahhhâ nng, close. Ah- âm close.â feeling the pressure on your gummy spot intensifying greatly. âA-ahhâ nnh, cumming,â you mewled, lips parted in whiny noises as you came.
Gojo groaned, âShit- clenching down so hard on me. Gonna break my fucking cock sweetheart.â his thrusts lacking any rhythm as he too neared his orgasm. âCome on, fuck, give it to me.â he rasped.
Your eyes rolling back as you gripped onto his shirt through your handcuffs. Your short moans matching his thrusts as your pussy gushed messily around him.
âThatâs it.â he dragged out, slowing his thrusts until he was pulling out of your drenched cunt. Pushing you down onto your knees by your shoulders, âopen.â Stroking his cock lightly when you obeyed and spilling onto your awaiting tongue while watching you swallow. âGood girl.â as he steadied his breathing. âSheâs all yours,â he said to Nanami.
Your eyes moving behind the tall man to find Nanami sat on a chair with his cock in hand stroking to the sight. And Choso leaned onto the gray walls with his shirt in between his teeth as he did the same as Nanami.
âCome here.â Nanami husked. And you stood on shaky legs to waddle over to him. Your eyes widening at his massive cock, its girth the size of your wrist and its length the same as your forearm. Noticing your hesitation, Nanami chuckled. âDonât worry. Iâll be gentle.â
His hands found their way onto your hips as he guided you over his lap. A scared whimper falling past your lips when he lined you up with his rock hardness.
âLook at me. You can take it okay? Just be a good girl and relax.â
You sucked in a deep breath and nodded, wincing loudly as he sunk you down onto his cock. Your pussy aching at the stretch to let him in. âAhh-â you cried, small tears escaping your eyes as he bottomed you down onto him. Feeling his tip poking against the skin of your stomach.
âHoly shit.â Gojo whistled, âSheâs fucking bulging.â
You mewled, looking down to see the outline of Nanamiâs tip in your belly. The large man simply glaring at his colleague who only smirked.
Large hands held onto your ass, whispering soothing praises into your ear as he helped you grind up and down with the rocking of your hips. You began moaning as the pain slowly subsided. Pleasure filling your veins as Nanami made you ride him faster bit by bit. Feeling the veins of his cock grazing your sensitive walls with each movement.
You let out a string of loud cries, your hips arching when Nanami landed a slap to your skin. âYouâre a real good girl, you know that? Obeying the men of the law. Youâre a perfect one.â He groaned.
Gojo sat on the table behind you, his camera zoomed into the stretch of your pussy from the back. Nanami unknowingly spreading your cheeks to give off an even better view.
Chosoâs cock prodded at your lips, his precum smearing onto your lips.
âKamo. Donât wanna save that for her pussy?â Gojo questioned, Choso shaking his head no with a desperate moan. âUh uh, love her mouth too much.â Your lips parting to suck him into your throat with a hum.
Choso groaned, thrusting lightly into your mouth, his length throbbing when your tongue suckled at his tip. Nanami quickened your pace of rutting on his cock. Your noises drowned out by the youngest officerâs cock.
Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter. Creamy white covering his cock from top to bottom. Your pussy creaming his length with your clit being stimulated by its rubbing on the region near his base.
Gojo made sure to capture it all. Choso fucking into your throat and you milking Nanamiâs cock. With mic picking up Chosoâs moans and Nanamiâs deep grunts.
Your body trembled, body filled with heat as you came undone. Whimpers bubbling in your throat and your eyes rolling back. The sound of your cuffs shaking entering your ears when your fists gripped literal air.
âCome on.â Nanami groaned, âCum for us.â
You let out a silent breathy cry, your pussy spraying its cream filled liquid onto the manâs thighs and pants.
Choso followed not too long after you, finding it in him to force you to take all of him into your mouth with a gag before pumping his cum straight down your throat. Some of his cum spilling messily at the sides of your lips when he removed himself from the warmth.
Nanami rolled you onto him a few more times, his cock twitching within the depths of your cunt before effortlessly lifting you off of him and settling you closer to his knees. Giving his large cock a wrist circling stroke before his cock was releasing spurts of cum into the air and onto your tits and stomach with a dragged out groan.
The three of you panted, Gojo setting down his phone after saving the video to his eyes only then walking over to you with a key to remove your handcuffs. You fell forward as your body went limp, your palms feeling Nanamiâs hard chest under his work shirt as you stabilized yourself.
The white haired man pressed a short kiss to your head. âDid so well.â
After helping you get cleaned up, the trio walked you out of the room. A slight limp in your step as you were brought into the main room. There you spotted Toji, who practically charged towards you. Slapping Chosoâs hand off your waist and pulling you into his side. âDonât touch my girl.â
Choso only walked away before giving you a look. And you sucked in a deep breath before you spoke, âToji-â
âBefore you say what you have to say baby, they charged us for robbery.â Kissing you softly on the same spot Gojo did. âGot any money to get us out of this.â
Just as you were about to speak, a voice echoed through the room. âY/n L/n? Youâre free to go.â
You gave Toji a tight lipped smile while scratching at your arm. âSorry Toji.. i donât have any. And since i didnât do anything wrong i donât see why i should be kept either.â
Toji looked at you in disbelief. A smirk eventually gracing his face. âDidnât think you had that in ya.â Watching as you were escorted out by a blond officer who didnât even spare him a glance.
He would have to use his one call on one of his recent flings to pay the fine.
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in omnia paratus
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Summary: Spencer's been on the fence with his feelings for you. Due to his past traumas heâs decided to keep his feelings hidden. Until youâre caught in a dangerous situation at work
WC: 3.5 k
A/N: I am SO SORRY this took so long. Iâve been sitting on this for two months because I was being a perfectionist and had writer's block. Thank you so much to the person who requested this idea and I hope yaâll like it! beta read by @whats-yesterday00
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Protective!spencer, Friends to lovers, age gap (25 and idk 33 or 34), during season 9 (sadly no post prison Reid, I refuse to watch the show after Derek & Hotch leave), Maeve is impliedÂ
Warnings!: mentions of murder, stalking, gunshot wounds, hostage situation and incorrect info about hostage situation cause Idk I'm not in the FBI
Everyone knew Spencer Reid had a soft spot for you. Well, everyone except for you.Â
Since the moment you met youâve been on his mind.Â
âDo you know how old she is?âÂ
âNo, how old is she?âÂ
â25!â Penelope squeaked before being shushed by Rossi.Â
âWow, sheâs gotta be the youngest person to ever be in the BAU. Well, second to genius over here,â JJ commented while pointing to Reid.Â
âThatâs if she gets the job,â Morgan added.Â
They were all crowded around the desks in front of Hotchâs office. The blinds were cracked and they could just barely make out the woman seated across from their boss for an interview.Â
Due to the increase in caseload after Alex joined, Hotch made the request to add an additional member of the team. After interviewing a few people that didnât pan out, he heard quite a bit about you from your supervisor saying how well youâve done with the FBI and youâd be an exceptional fit for the team.
Then of course Penelope looked up everyone who was interviewing with Hotch. You being her most recent victim.Â
âHow long has she been with the FBI?â Alex questioned.Â
âThree years,â Penelope answeredÂ
âWhat? Did she join right after college?âÂ
âNot right away. She graduated early and got experience with law enforcement first.âÂ
Spencer sat at his desk quietly while everyone was peering into Hotchâs office. Not to say he wasnât nosy as well. You were already behind the blinds when he arrived for work.Â
âOh theyâre shaking hands! That has to be a good sign,â Penelope cheered.Â
Morgan turned to the window, âItâs definitely not a bad one.âÂ
Her eyes widened before loudly whispering, âOh no theyâre leaving. Disperse.âÂ
She scurried off in her heels towards Derekâs desk while he followed behind with a grin. JJ, and Rossi averted their eyes from Hotchâs office and found Alexâs desk far more interesting.Â
All while Spencerâs attention was brought to the woman led down the stairs by his boss. It felt like his heart stopped beating when he saw how beautiful you were. He was brought back to earth as Hotch introduced you to the rest of the team.Â
âThis is Dr. Spencer Reid,â he gestured to the man sitting at his desk.Â
You offered him a small wave and a kind smile, âNice to meet you.âÂ
It became quite obvious you two would get along very well. From very early on conversation flowed incredibly well between the two of you. There were very few people that he felt were easy to talk to because of his niche interests and the way he would ramble spitting facts left and right.Â
But he never had to worry about saying the wrong thing or talking too much with you. You often were a content listener or you would even match his passion on certain subjects. Most were topics Spencer already knew about.Â
When you first met Spencer you didnât know the Dr in his name meant he held 3 PhDâs or that he was quite literally a genius.Â
So you were often telling stories or facts you found interesting that he already knew. In fact, almost every âfun factâ you brought up, he knew about already. Â
But he never interrupted you. He always was listening intently to what you had to say. Like he was hearing about it for the first time.Â
At some point you learned of his eidetic memory and how vast his knowledge was. It was during a case where you found out and mentioned it to him.Â
âReid, remember when we were at the harbor and I mentioned that thing about sharks?â You hesitated, âdid you know that already?â
âYes,â he guiltily admitted.Â
You partially deflated suddenly feeling that the whole tangent you went on was pointless. âWhy did you let me go on and on if you already knew?âÂ
His eyes softened, âbecause I wanted to hear you talk about it.âÂ
That was when his feelings started to peek through. As the months went on it only grew and grew. And you were none the wiser.
To the average person, it might not seem like much. Perhaps you were just good friends. But to a team of profilers (and best friends) it was painfully obvious.Â
It was almost painful the way he looked at you with a longing in his eyes. Or when his gaze immediately turned to you to catch your reaction or smile.Â
It was obvious by the way he found any excuse to bring you up in conversation. Or how in conversation with you he would mirror your mannerisms and lean closer to you.Â
As well as the things he remembered about you or the little things he did for you. Like the countless coffee cups he bought for you from his favorite coffee shop before work. And when he saw you struggling to find something or open something he was always right there to help.Â
Spencer Reid had feelings for you. Feelings so deep that he couldnât pull the roots out even if he tried.Â
He didnât know what to do with his feelings exactly. He hadnât felt this strongly for someone since ⊠well for a while. He was terrified of history repeating itself.Â
He couldn't lose you. Heâd seen first hand what this job did to him, what it did to Hotch. Their loved ones ripped away from them too soon.
So for now at least, he kept his feelings to himself.Â
Well, until your last case.Â
The BAU was called in on a case that just turned serial. They found the unsub to be a man named Mark, who started killing because his girlfriend cheated on him. The first two victims reminded him of the man she cheated with. When that didnât satisfy him, he hunted down and killed the other man.Â
Now the team and SWAT was stationed outside a bus that Mark was holding hostage. He stalked his ex-girlfriend and tracked down the new city bus she took.Â
The officers couldnât get a clear shot of him because of where he was standing and he kept using the passengers as shields. Rossi was currently on the phone with him trying to make negotiation terms and get some of the people off the bus. Mark however was incredibly stubborn and didnât want to let his leverage go.Â
So Rossi asked about the children on the bus and if Mark would be willing to let them off. They were met with silence on the other end of the phone, contrary to his previous behavior where he loved to hear himself talk.Â
After a short pause the phone spoke. âIâll only send out the kids if you send in an agent.âÂ
Rossi shifted his weight and crossed his arms. âAre there any other circumstances youâre willing to send out the children for?â he asked.Â
âNope,â he said with a pop at the end of the word.Â
A look of concern was quickly exchanged between Rossi and Hotch. While their faces didnât reveal much, their eyes spoke volumes.Â
âHow about this,â the unsub continued. âIâll send out their moms too.âÂ
Rossiâs eyebrows furrowed slightly at the eagerness to comply from the criminal. âYouâll send out the children and their mothers if we send in one of our agents?âÂ
âI promise.âÂ
Rossi returned his eyes to Hotch who stood rigid and tall with his arms folded. He was met with an approving nod before returning to the call.Â
âAlright, we can agree to those terms.âÂ
âOh and agent Rossi?â Mark perked.Â
âYes?â
âSend in a girl.â
There was a tension that quietly branched out between the agents listening to the phone call.Â
âWhy do you want a woman?â Rossi asked, clearly changing the dialogue used.
âIâm losing too many ladies sending out these moms. I want one back,â he replied with a cockiness to his voice.Â
Ross confirmed they could send in a female agent. Almost immediately after the unsub hung up, you volunteered to be the agent going on the bus. Â
âIâll do it.â
Spencerâs head shot in your direction. âNo you're not.â His voice was laced with concern and a hint of demand. Â
âReid-â
âHe specifically asked for a woman. We donât know what heâs planning, heâs devolving.â
âAnd Iâm willing to take that risk to make sure those kids are safe,â You defended yourself.Â
You turned to your boss waiting for his thoughts. Hotch knew youâd been exposed to enough high tension scenarios to know what you were doing. But just like any member of his team, he silently hesitated, worrying for your safety.Â
He took a breath before meeting your eyes again. âSend her in.âÂ
Right before you were led to the bus, Hotch took off the holster on his ankle and handed it to you. âSome extra protection in case something happens.â You couldnât hear the concern in his voice, but you saw it clear as day in his eyes.Â
You made your way to the bus and saw through the window Mark holding a gun to the driver and telling him to open the door. You stepped on and the doors closed quickly behind you. The unsub took a long look at you, panning up and down.Â
âWell how about that. Arenât you a beauty? He said with a cheeky grin.Â
You tried your hardest not to look disgusted with him. Instead you kept your composure and spoke with courage and a confident demeanor.Â
âYou this flirty with all your hostages?â you asked plainly.
As he gazed down at your legs his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. He bent down and with the gun in his hand, pushed away the bottom of your pants leg. When he saw the gun in the holster, he tsked.Â
âYou always carry this much dead weight on you?âÂ
He stood back up and put his hand out, âhand it over, I told them no weapons.âÂ
You reluctantly took off Hotchâs holster and placed it in the unsubs hand. Your one line of defense was gone.Â
The longer you were on the bus, the more anxious Spencer got. He knew you were an exceptional profiler, and you had enough experience and skill to handle yourself in situations like this.Â
But that couldnât stop the ache in his stomach or the fact that his heart rate could power a car by now.Â
He stood closer to the bus now to get a clearer view of the windows. They managed to successfully get the children and moms off and to safety, but you werenât safe. Spencer figured you were trying to negotiate with the unsub, but that was going nowhere. This was confirmed when Rossi tried calling him again but every call was ignored.Â
This unsub was stubborn as hell. He knows he trapped himself, but didnât want to back down. At least he didnât want to go quietly.Â
Spencer was talking with the rest of the team trying to devise a plan when the gunshots were fired. The team immediately ran back to the cacophony on the bus.Â
More shots were fired, he didnât know where from. He didnât care.Â
He just needed to get to you.Â
When he got a decent view through one of the windows that hadnât shattered he saw you. Your hand over arm in pain but still standing in front of the civilians to protect them. The unsub stalking over to you, gun in hand and smacking you over the head with it. You slammed against the chairs and fell to the floor.Â
Spencer's face paled. He swore he was going to throw up.Â
Through the fog of his mind Spencer saw Morgan escorting Mark off the bus, his hands now behind his back in cuffs.Â
He rushed past them, clambering through the door and up the stairs to get to you, calling your name.Â
âReid?â he heard your small tired voice through the crowd.Â
He followed it to you, laying on the ground struggling to open your eyes and clutching your left arm.Â
He crouched down to your level with a gentle hand on your uninjured arm.Â
âHey, Iâm here. Iâm right here,â he comforted.Â
âMy head hurts,â you mumbled.
His eyes softened, âI know. I think you might have a concussion, you need to go to the hospital.âÂ
You slowly started to fade out of consciousness. Spencerâs heart dropped and his hand moved from your arm to your face.Â
âNo no no no stay with me okay?â he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
âStay with me sweetheart,â he consoled.
Your eyes stopped struggling to stay open and finally made their close. His other hand rushed to your pulse point as he called for a medic.
Time seemed to stand still while Spencer sat next to your hospital bed waiting for you to wake up. He couldnât leave your side. He didnât want to.Â
You were okay. You were laying in the bed in front of him. But of course in his mind he ran through all the possible scenarios of how things couldâve gone worse, how things couldâve gone better. What wouldâve happened if you didnât have your gun taken away, or if the unsub got angry that you tried to bring a gun in. What if he didnât lose his cool and start firing. What if you never went inside in the first place.Â
And with all of those possible scenarios, the same thought plagued him.Â
He was wrong.Â
Before he was too scarred from past traumas to reveal just how much you meant to him. Not wanting to repeat the past and lose yet another person he loved cared for.Â
But now, after seeing you in danger right in front of him, now he was terrified at the thought of you never knowing. He was now more scared you would never know how much he loved the way your nose crinkled when you smiled. How he thought the sound of your voice could cure any ailment he had. How he admired your strength and desire to protect others. How you could light up anyone's mood by just being you. How he could listen to you for hours, even if you were lecturing him on things heâd known like the back of his hand.
To him it was a whole new experience hearing it from you.Â
Spencer was pulled from his thoughts as you stirred awake. He saw your eyes adjust to the bright fluorescent lights ahead. He quickly got up to dim the lights for you.Â
When he returned to his seat you smiled at him, âhi.âÂ
âHi,â he smiled back. Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
You sighed. âLike shit,â you complained with a hint of humor.Â
âThe doctor said you have a minor head injury, bruised ribs, and the shot to your arm thankfully didnât break any bones.âÂ
âFun,â you said sarcastically.Â
A moment of silence passes between you two. He doesnât exactly know what to say. How do you casually tell your friend and coworker you have a crush on them?Â
There is no casual way.Â
âYou called me sweetheart,â you broke the silence.Â
He furrowed his eyebrows, âWhat?âÂ
You fidget with the blanket, âearlier, when I passed out on the bus. You called me sweetheart.â
He searches his mind for the memories of the day. When he finds the memory he realizes in the heat of the moment the term of endearment slipped out.Â
He wasnât aware you heard it.Â
âI did,â he confirmed as his ears flushed.
âWhy?â you asked curiously.Â
He didnât know how to tell you that heâs wanted to call you that for weeks now. So instead he settled with-
âIt just ⊠felt right.âÂ
âOh,â you replied quietly.
Spencer tensed up at your response.Â
âIf I crossed the line-âÂ
âNo. Of course not,â you interrupted with a comforting voice.Â
The corners of your mouth lifted and cheeks dusted pink. âI thought it was sweet. You donât normally say stuff like that.â Â
His heart warmed at your confession and a smile spread on his face.Â
âYou thought me calling you sweetheart was sweet?â he lightly teased.
âShut up,â you chuckled, rolling your eyes. âYou know what I mean.âÂ
Your laughter was cut short by a sharp pain in your abdomen. You bit down on your lip and gripped the side of the bed in pain.Â
The reality that you were injured on the job was rushing back to him.Â
He licked his lips, his nervous unconscious habit.Â
âI was really worried about you.â
âI know.â
âNo, you donât,â he interjected.Â
âThe entire time you were on that bus I was sick to my stomach. Terrified that something bad was gonna happen and it did,â he started to ramble.Â
You leaned closer to him. âBut Iâm okay Reid.â
âYou still got hurt. He shot you for christ sake!â his voice raising in pitch and volume.Â
âReid-â
âHe lashed out at you! You couldâve died!âÂ
âSpencer,â you said firmly, pulling his attention towards you.Â
He never heard you say his name before. No matter how many times he said you could call him Spencer, you still called him Reid. Hearing his name fall from your lips was like the consistency of honey.
You placed your hands on his face caressing his cheek. His golden eyes meet yours.Â
âIâm alright. Iâm still here,â you consoled.Â
âBut if-â
âSpencer.â
âPlease,â he pleaded. âItâs important.âÂ
You nodded your head, signaling for him to continue. He gently grabbed your wrists and brought your hands in his. He took a deep breath before he decided to spill the thing that had been eating away at his heart.Â
âI have feelings for you. I have for a long time. Almost as long as youâve been at the BAU,â he started.Â
With your hands in his he started tracing his thumb over your knuckles.Â
âIf we donât have work I count down the days until I can see you again. When I do see you I desperately want to see you smile, see you happy. And if Iâm the one that causes that smile, it makes my whole day. Thatâs why I never interrupted when you talked about something I already knew. The way your face lit up when you talked with such passion was the highlight of my day.âÂ
âFor months I was scared of my feelings and I kept them to myself. I was too scared to admit how much I liked you because I-â his hold on your hands tightened.
âI know what it feels like to lose someone. This job takes so much from us; I never wanted it to take you.âÂ
Spencer let out a breath he didnât know he was holding in.Â
âToday I realized it would be more painful if I went the rest of my life not telling you, than having even a fraction of a moment with you.â
A moment of silence danced between you two. Your head reeling from his confession, heart beating so hard you could feel it in your bones. Your palms sweaty from holding onto Spencers, but still neither of you let go.Â
The silence was deafening, plaguing him.Â
âPlease ⊠say something,â he begged.Â
Your lash line was collecting tears that you simultaneously tried blinking away. Your eyes found his tie less intimidating than his gaze.
âI never thought you would like me back,â you said with a soft tone.Â
Spencer's cheeks turned red as his heart started melting. âI do.âÂ
You brought your eyes back to his. That precious smile on his face was infectious.Â
âListen,â you squeezed his hands. âIâm not going anywhere. So you have as much time with me as you want.âÂ
Spencer's eyes softened at your words. He raised your hands and placed a loving kiss on your knuckles.Â
The two of you were too lost in eachother to notice the footsteps towards the room.Â
âHey, I found some Jello for her if she-â Alex abruptly stopped once she noticed what she walked into.Â
You both awkwardly pulled your hands away from each other; you fiddling with the hospital blanket, him rubbing his palms on his slacks.Â
âSo, feeling better?â she asked hesitantly.Â
âMuch,â you answered, still a bit flustered.Â
âGood, good to hear,â She tried not to sound too smug, but the small smile on her face said otherwise.Â
She raised and shook the jello container in her hand.Â
âIâm gonna leave this here,â she placed it on the table. âIâll be back in a bit.âÂ
âThanks Blake,â you thanked as she left.Â
Once she was gone you quietly giggled and mumbled âoh my god,â under your breath.Â
âYou know, she kept teasing me asking when I was going to ask you out. And donât even get me started on Morgan,â he chuckled, shaking his head.Â
Your jaw dropped and eyes furrowed. âDid everyone else know but me?âÂ
He pressed his lips in a thin line, âpretty much.âÂ
âI must be a shitty profiler,â you half joked.
âAbsolutely not,â he said in the most comforting voice. He brushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear.Â
âYouâre an amazing profiler.âÂ
You smiled that smile he loved so much. The one where you couldnât hide your joy and your nose crinkled.Â
âSo, how do you think youâll spend all those moments with me?â you inquired with a bit of a teasing tone.Â
âDoing anything sweetheart,â he answered seriously. He looked at you with awe written all over your face. âI'm ready for anything with you.âÂ
âin omnia paratusâ - ready for anything
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Vitamins
Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem!reader
Synopsis: Husband!Nanami being super domestic, encouraging you to take vitamins, and taking care of you in all ways.Â
CW: pet names, going to the doctors, established relationship, smut â dirty talking, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, brief edging, breeding kink if you squint, pregnancy (MDNI) WC: 4.6k A/N: Iâm not religious but I need him biblically.Â
âYouâre not anaemic, but your iron levels were shown to be at 4, where we would like to see them at 6, so theyâre low,â the doctor informs you.Â
You nod in acceptance and Nanami, sat beside you, leans in as he listens intently, elbows on his knees and hands joined together. Heâd been the one who recommended you get your blood tested, so of course he was here to support.Â
âIâll be prescribing you some iron tablets for that and hopefully we can see some results after a couple of months. Further, it was found that you were deficient in vitamin A, B12, and D. Your vitamin K levels looked to be normal, however,â the doctor goes on and you nod again.Â
âThatâs good, honey. You were concerned about bruises and wound recovery but your vitamin K is fine. Right, doctor?â Nanami gazes at you before looking back to the doctor. You blush a little at the mention of bruises, a flashback of a couple nights ago popping up in your head.Â
His big hands, roaming your body, coming to rest on your hips and squeezing them tightly as he pulled you onto his cock desperately.Â
The doctorâs voice pulls you out of your thoughts immediately.Â
âCorrect, vitamin K deficiency does increase risk of bleeding and bruising but the levels were healthy so nothing of concern there. I would recommend taking supplements for the time being for your vitamin A, B12 and D as well as your prescribed iron tablets. Overall, everything else was at healthy levels.â
You nod once again, âThank you, Doctor. Iâll be sure to stay on top of that.â
Nanami leans back and slides his arm around your shoulders before you both stand, taking the report and prescription note and leave the doctorâs office, bidding her goodbye.Â
You slip your hand into your husbandâs as you walk through the hallway towards the exit. âI have something else you can stay on top of,â he whispers and bumps his hips with yours.Â
âKento!â You whisper at him and lightly smack his firm bicep.Â
He lets out a chuckle at your reaction, getting so flustered so easily, âOn a serious note, Iâm glad that we know now how everythingâs going with your vitamin intake. Itâs definitely peace of mind,â he says as he guides you outside and towards the pharmacy next door.Â
âIt is. I wouldnât have really thought to pursue it myself but Iâm grateful you suggested it,â you interlace your fingers through his as you feel gratitude for having him in your life. Heâs so caring and also such an adult. Though you laugh about his seriousness sometimes, youâre also grateful that heâs so mindful of things like vitamin intake.Â
He ushers you to step inside the pharmacy first â as he always does, ever the gentleman â and you lead the way to the vitamin aisle. Stopping at one section of the many shelves, you peruse the array of vitamins before you, and Nanami is quick to pick one of each that you needed, up. âThese have the highest milligrams, so theyâll be the most effective.â
âYouâre right,â you nod, and you spot a little pill box, segmented for each day of the week. âWould it make me a total grandma if I got one of these?â You ask your husband, looking to him attentively. Â
âNot at all. They can certainly help with keeping a routine ofâŠâ a little smirk curls at the corner of his lips, lowering his voice to a hush, âstaying on top of things.â
You try not to smile but you canât help it so you pout instead to hide it, âYouâre not going to let me live that down, are you?â You ask rhetorically and he laughs softly. You both grab the appropriate vitamin bottles and carry them to the counter where you also pick up your prescription iron tablets.Â
When you get home, you both wash up and change into your comfy home clothes and get started on making lunch together. You sautĂ© some onions as the base of the soup you were making while he chops up some fresh herbs for a tasty couscous salad. âCan you pass me the chilli flakes, my love?âÂ
He grabs the little spice container and steps over, holding it out for you. You try to take it but he holds onto it and dips his head to kiss your knuckles. Itâs a small act but one that makes your heart flutter and your lips curl into a smile.Â
Once lunch is had and youâre cleaning up together, he finishes washing up while you put away the leftovers, dancing to the soft music you had playing.Â
âI could do with a nap right now,â you yawn, feeling full from lunch.Â
He lets out a small laugh, âYou definitely need to take those vitamins, darling.â
âI know, I know, doctorâs orders. I will. But I also want to have a little siesta,â you tell him while he dries off his hands, âcome nap with me for like 20 minutes. You know how effective it is for our bodies to have a nap midday?â
âIâm well aware, yes,â he smiles and lets you drag him into the bedroom where you crawl into the bed and hold up the comforter. You climb in together and you burrow yourself against him, pushing your leg between his, eyes fluttering shut.Â
He rubs your back gently as he settles down himself, fingers starting to trace lazy patterns across your back. âI love you so much, Ken,â you murmur, eyes still closed, âyouâre so good to me. Iâm so lucky to have you.â
âI love you more, honey. You deserve the world, so Iâm going to do my best to give it to you,â his soft voice and kind words makes your bottom lip tremble a bit.Â
âYou do. I want to give you the world too,â you whisper.Â
âYou are my world,â he affirms.Â
âUgh, stop trying to out-romance me,â you whine quietly and you both laugh softly.Â
Sleep overcomes you and you have what was probably one of the top 5 best naps of your life. You wake up to find the sun setting slowly, creating a beautiful orange hue through the room. You stretch like a cat and roll over, finding Nanami sat up and reading a book about Malaysia.Â
âHi, sleepyhead.â
âHi, Mr. Redbull,â you quip and he chuckles. You tap the book, âYou want to go back again?â
âYes, at some point, I would love that,â he nods and smiles to himself as he reminisces about your honeymoon together there, from which youâd returned 6 months ago. It was incredible there, a truly dreamy place which couldnât be described as youâd have to see it in person to grasp the beauty.Â
âWeâll definitely visit again someday,â you promise and he hums in agreement.Â
âMaybe next time, weâll have children to take there. I bet theyâd love the beach,â he says casually, setting the book aside.Â
Youâd talked about children plenty of times â the suggestion to get blood tests being a preparation for taking that step â but it was the softness of his suggestion, of taking your hypothetical children to one of his favourite places on the planetâŠit warmed your heart.Â
âDefinitely. When we have children, we will absolutely take them to Malaysia.â
Later that evening, you find Nanami stood at the kitchen counter, carefully putting the vitamins into your new pill box.Â
You walk over and lean your elbows onto the counter as you watch him.Â
Once heâs satisfied that you have one of each vitamin in each segment, he closes it up. A thought clouds your mind and you bite your lip. âBaby, I think I need some more vitamin D,â you tell him with a serious face.Â
His brows furrow a little as he looks to you, âI put one vitamin D in each day, honey, that should be more than enough.â
You shake your head. âNo, I definitely need more vitamin D,â you sigh exasperatedly and he watches you carefully.Â
âSweetheart, you really donât need more than one a day,â he explains gently. You almost break character to laugh but you manage to keep a straight face.Â
âBut what if I want it multiple times a day?â You ask him, eyes glinting with mischief.Â
He catches on at this and his face relaxes, eyes becoming hooded, pulling you closer to him. âI see. You do know the risks of taking so much vitamin D, donât you?âÂ
âOf course. Iâll turn into the sun,â you muse and he lets out a laugh, lips ghosting over yours.Â
âYou will certainly be glowing like the sun once I put a baby in you,â he murmurs and you feel a shiver go through your body, straight to your core.Â
âKenâŠâ you sigh softly, hands trailing up his big arms and grasping his triceps as he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss. You hum against him as he crowds you against the counter, one hand planted on it and the other coming up to cup your jaw while his lips are locked with yours.Â
His thumb gently caresses your cheek, letting out a soft moan against you as you press your tongue against the seam of his lips and push your hips into his. âHmâŠturn around, honey.â
Oh.Â
You feel your clit throb at the lowness of his voice, his direct order, and how your wetness pools at your core. You break the kiss and he immediately grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head, revealing your bare breasts. He connects your lips briefly again, not being able to help himself from cupping your breast in his hand and teasing your nipple. Reluctantly, he breaks away and guides your hips to turn you around.Â
With you bent over the counter, he steps up behind you, his lips trailing over your cheek, down your jaw, and over your shoulder while his hands roam your body, thumbs hooking inside the waistband of your pants and underwear and slowly dragging them down, down, down. Â
You feel the air hitting your bare ass and thighs as he pushes your clothing off, letting the bunched fabric fall down the rest of the way from your knees.Â
He continues to kiss his way over your back, hands massaging your hips and up your sides to cup both your breasts. The feeling of his hot breath fanning over your skin, and his lips tenderly pressing kisses down your back makes your insides tingle with electricity. âMy pretty wife,â he hums as he kisses your lower back and crouches down on the floor behind you, sliding his hands down your sides and hips, over your outer thighs and finally coming to rest on your ass.
He grasps the flesh with a grunt, the sound making you clench. You canât help but let out soft mewls at the feeling of his large, strong hands groping your ass, his hot lips blazing a trail of fire all the way down. You push your hips back against his hands and he hums appreciatively, spreading your ass and groaning deeply at the sight of the wetness waiting for him.Â
âSâthis all for me, sweetheart?â He sighs, deciding not to waste another moment and plants his lips onto your lower ones. You let out a gasp at the suddenness of it, being thrown into the deep end, but this â his beautiful, skilled mouth on you â was absolutely not something youâd protest against.Â
âO-Oh! YâŠmmmâŠyes, all for you, Ken,â you mewl as you hold onto the counter, feeling his hot tongue lap at your puffy folds. He drags his tongue up and down, gathering your juices and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.Â
He fucking loves this. Loves having his face buried against you, eating you out from behind.Â
You find your hips rocking slowly on their own accord, back to meet his sinful tongue, when he sucks on your clit and pulls a lewd moan from you. âA-ah, mmhâŠâ the sound of which makes his cock throb with need.Â
The man is a multitasker, you know this. While heâs busy pushing his tongue into your entrance, making you grip the counter tighter, you hear him fumbling with opening his pants. You turn your head to look back and are met with the delicious sight of him fisting his thick cock. âTaste so fuckinâ sweet, honey,â he sighs before heâs pushing his tongue into you again. Your head falls forward as the pleasure takes over your body. Heâs tongue fucking you like his life depends on it, groaning against you while heâs fucking his fist at the same time.Â
He buries his face against you with a low groan, squeezing his dick, darting his tongue in and out of you before he drags it up over your clit and licks a thick stripe along the cut of you.Â
Your legs quake a little at how heâs tending to your body so attentively, but you manage to keep yourself steady. He slides his free hand around you, his fingers locating your clit with expert precision within milliseconds. This action turns you on even more, the arousal rushing through your body and your pussy gushing with wetness because of how well he could map your body.Â
He notes the extra wetness on his tongue and he lets out a low hum of approval, slowly circling your throbbing clit with the pads of his fingers. âOh, you liked that, huh?â He croons against you, taking his fingers away to wrap his lips on your clit and suck attentively. Your gasp and your back arches, one hand automatically going back to thread into his hair.Â
âHhhhâŠmmphâŠâ you keen, your ability to form proper sentences compromised from your husbandâs ministrations on your body.Â
âUse your words for me, honey,â he smirks against you as he continues to devour you, lapping, sucking, fucking, and enjoying the delicious taste of you, inching you closer to the edge.Â
âKenâŠâ you whine, âIâmâ Iâm gonna cum...â You tug on his hair, mussing it up, pushing your hips against him desperately. He becomes sloppier then, and you pant, feeling the mess trickling down your inner thighs.Â
He fucks his tongue into you a few more times, and then suddenly the waves of pleasure wash over your body, overwhelming your senses. Your inner walls clench, wetness leaking from you, as you let out dirty moans of Kentoâs name.Â
He jerks himself off at the sound of you, the feeling of you cumming, but he stops before he can reach his peak. His moans reverberate through you, the vibrations of them only adding to your pleasure; you lean over the counter, catching your breath as he laps your juices up eagerly, not sparing a drop.Â
When heâs cleaned you up with his tongue, he kisses his way back up your body, hands roaming over your shorter frame, coming to rest on the softness of your breasts. Itâs like he canât touch you enough, like he wants to touch you everywhere, all at once. You stand back up and lean into him, head falling onto his shoulder so you can kiss him. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your neglected ones sparks the fire in you once again, the butterflies in your tummy stirring to life.Â
He slowly turns you to face him while you share deep, long kisses. You grip the hem of his t-shirt and pull it up over his head, his arms lifting to accommodate the swift movement. Your arms slide around his waist and you cling to him as he holds you. âYouâd better give me that vitamin D now,â you tell him with a warning tone.Â
He releases a soft chuckle, breaking away from you to stretch over the counter and grab your pill box, âTheyâre right here, hon.â
You flick his nipple in response and he feigns being hurt before both of you laugh. Your joined laughter quietens down however when you wrap your hand around his thick, leaking cock, and pump him slowly while you gaze into his eyes.Â
Heâd been with you for years, married for half of one, but he knew that heâd never, ever, get tired of that salacious look that you gave him when you wanted him.Â
He wets his lips as he returns your longing gaze, and he lets out a quiet, âFuck, sweetheartâŠâ while you thumb his slit and tease the sensitive underside of his tip.Â
Your hand falls away when he crouches down a few inches and lifts you easily, placing you on the kitchen counter. You watch as his cock bobs up and down from this swift movement. Instantly, your legs fall open and you use the heels of your feet to pull him towards you; the need to have him inside you was becoming unbearable.Â
You felt the emptiness within you, the deep, carnal desire to have him fill you and stretch you out.Â
He crushes his lips against yours again, sighing, âYou keep looking at me like that, baby, and Iâll cum too soon.â
You whimper against his lips, feeling him nudging the fat head of his cock along your folds, teasing your swollen bud before trailing down to your quivering entrance that was desperate to be filled.Â
His tongue tangles with yours, your hands gripping onto his broad shoulders as he presses his tip into you and slowly pushes his hips forward.Â
You bite on his lip, breath catching when he pushes past the ring of resistance. He doesnât go far before heâs drawing his hips back and then thrusting into you again shallowly. A whine escapes you while heâs working you open on his delicious cock, taking his time to make sure youâre adjusted to his girth.Â
He rolls his hips steadily, dipping his head and wrapping his lips around the taut peak of your nipple, sucking eagerly. At this, your cunt greedily sucks him in more and he moans to your skin, fucking into you more, and then he slides all the way home, bottoming out inside your snug walls. Your face twists in pleasure, eyes rolling back in your head. He stays there for a moment, his pubic bone flush against yours.Â
âSo damn perfect,â he murmurs, and your walls flutter around him in response. This earns a deep groan from him and he draws his hips back and starts to fuck into you harder.
You brows knit together and you inhale sharply as you feel the heavy drag of him inside you, how he pulls out so that only the fat head of him stays inside, and how he thrusts back into you completely, feeding you every inch of his delicious cock.
Your legs are locked around his hips but with each deep thrust from him, your mind becomes hazy and your legs loosen up a little. âTalk to me, sweetheart,â he noses your neck and keeps a steady pace, the wet thump, thump, thump of his hips hitting yours filling the kitchen.Â
Your mouth falls open and your body becomes a little lax, your breaths coming out shakily as you focus on the pleasure coursing through your body while he impales you on his cock repeatedly. âFeels s-soâŠso good, babyâŠmaking me feel s-so good,â your voice comes out breathy and high pitched, to which his dick twitches while heâs fucking into you.Â
Heâs thorough in his approach while you hold onto his neck for balance, and heâs stimulating every part of your beautiful body: lips locked, tongues tangled, fingers rolling your hard nipple between them, his other fingers teasing circles on your throbbing clit, and his cock stretching you out so delightfully that you can only let out pornographic moans.
Youâre both panting against each otherâs lips as he picks up the pace and thrusts into you faster, with abandon. He rests his forehead against yours, cheeks flushed. âGodâ I fucking love you⊠nâ I love fucking youâŠâ his low voice, his words, they go straight to your cunt.Â
He takes his hands from your nipple and clit, sliding one arm under your waist as he bows over you more, the other hand gripping your hip in a bruising hold. âKenâŠâ you moan, âyouâre gonna mâŠmake me bruiseâŠâ
Itâs not so much a protest but more a statement. âDamn right I amâŠyou nâ I both know you love when I mark you up,â he husks, his lips connecting to your neck and sucking a dark mark onto your pulse point, bucking his hips into yours harder, eager to make you cum on his cock.Â
Your tits bounce from the force of his thrusts, a sight which he goes crazy for. Heâs getting closer to the edge, his mind hazy from how your pussy is greedily sucking him in, enveloping him in your tight warmth every time he slides home.Â
You mewl, holding onto his shoulder as he ravages your cunt, letting out shaky breaths while you bring your gaze down to watch the sensuous way his cock would sink into your wet cunt over and over again. You both love watching because it adds to the pleasure, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge from it.Â
âKenâŠâ you moan, bringing your gaze to his at the same time he looks up to meet yours. He almost cums from that so far gone, cockdrunk look in your eyes, but he manages to keep it at bay for a little longer.Â
âLook so damn beautiful taking me like this, sweetheart,â he croons, âgive it to me, baby. Cum for me.â A few more pounds of his hips and youâre pushed over the edge, like your body was waiting for his instruction.Â
You cry out when your orgasm hits you, walls pulsing so tightly around him that he slows down to feel every clench properly. Your legs quake, and you lock them higher up his hips as your body convulses from the strength of your orgasm.Â
Wetness coats his lower abdomenâ he lives for getting messy with you like soâ and he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own release while he guides you through yours.Â
He grabs one of your legs and pushes it up, using it as leverage to fuck into your heat faster. âCum in me, KenâŠwanna make a baby with you,â you sigh, eyes hooded as he pounds into you.Â
He felt like an animal in that moment but your breathy voice, your words, the tight grip of your cunt on him suddenly all overwhelms his senses and he falls into the throes of bliss with a loud groan, crashing his lips to yours as he releases his hot ropes inside you, painting your walls white.Â
You cling to each other, sharing open mouthed, dirty kisses. Your plush walls milk him dry, and he stays inside you, your juices and his cum seeping out around him as you both catch your breaths.Â
âWanna make a baby, huhâŠâ he pecks your lips a few more times before gazing down at you properly.Â
âMmhmm,â you hum and nod, kissing him again.Â
âHmâŠwe better get more practice in, then.â
You squeal when he picks you up all of a sudden, still inside you, and carries you into your bathroom, quickly turning on the water in the shower and stepping inside with you. Â
âWhâ Kentâoh!â You moan the second syllable of his name as he presses you up against the wall and starts to fuck into you again.Â
There was something so dirty, so sinful about how he was fucking his cum into you, how insatiable he was from the mere mention of getting you pregnant.Â
Itâs like a switch had been flipped; you gasp when he takes your legs and pushes them up, pinning you by dangling your legs over the hinge of his arms and holding you in that bent position against the wall with his strong arms.Â
The water runs over both of your sweaty bodies, the small enclosure of the shower only accentuating his low grunts and the loud smacks of your hips colliding. He is truly animalistic, rutting his hips into yours, pounding into your cunt desperately, because nothing made him harder, nothing made him more feral for you than the idea of making a family with you.Â
You hadnât had much time to come down from the high of your first orgasm â neither had he â so itâs not long again before another orgasm is creeping up on the both of you.Â
âIâm close, Ken, mmâŠâ you clutch onto his broad frame, bringing your lips to his in a needy kiss.Â
âMe too, honey,â he pants against your lips, âcum with me.â
The base of his cock grazes your clit and his balls slap against your ass with each punishing thrust into you, and you let out a cry from the sudden intensity of the orgasm that overcomes you.Â
âThatâs it, baby, thatâs it,â Kentoâs voice is strained as he keeps fucking into you but his hips stutter because your pussy is gripping him so tightly he canât even think straight.Â
Tears sting at your eyes because youâve cum so hard, and when he sees this, he feels himself start to cum again. This time, he slows down, a deep groan rumbling from his chest as he buries his face into your neck and releases his hot load into your waiting cunt.Â
âHoneyâŠâ he breathes out, and you run your nails gently over his muscled back, kissing his temple. âI love you so much,â he mumbles tiredly, spent, but knowing he couldnât put you down yet because you wouldnât be able to stand.Â
You cup his face in your hands as you sigh contently, and bring his face to yours to kiss him once again, âI love you more, you animal.â
He lets out a quiet laugh to your lips, âCan you blame me?â
*
Itâs about 6 weeks later that you find yourself sat on the toilet, peeing on a couple of tests. There had been a noticeable change in your body, you felt with certainty that something was different. That and, of course, your period being late.Â
You finish peeing and clean up after putting the tests on the counter. You dry your hands and inhale a deep breath while you wait, peeking but not expecting anything because the time hadnât finished yet.Â
But there it was. Two lines in BOLD, on the cheap one, and an affirmative âPregnantâ on the other. You blink at the confirmation and let out a laugh; youâd heard about this before, how tests can show up quicker than expected if the pregnancy hormone is extremely high. He had knocked you up, alright.Â
Youâre elated. His dream, your dream, of having a family, it was becoming reality. You slip out of the bathroom and into the living room, where he was reading.Â
 âI think I need to get some other vitamins, my love,â you tell him as you sit next to him and slide your arms around his neck, kissing his shoulder over his shirt.Â
He brings his gaze to you. âBut the doctor said that your levels for everything else were healthy, sweetheartâŠ?â
He sees the way that your eyes sparkle and he relaxes a little. âWellâŠI think we need to revisit the doctor. Iâm going to need some folic acid.â
He blinks at you; it clicks immediately. The joy that spreads across his expression is undeniable, âHoneyâŠyouâreâŠyouâre pregnant?âÂ
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Interlinked - Part 1
Summary: Stepping in to help K is instinct, but what comes after is a choice, one thatâs easy to make. Pairing: Officer K x F!Reader Word Count: 1.9K Rating: Mature, 18+ only. Violence, reference to mistreatment and abuse, angst, and touch starved Officer K. Part 2 will include smut. A/N: Thank you @Maddiecaffeinated for your plot help and for N, @butaneandthebeast and @elusivewildflower for looking this over.
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Itâs raining.
Again.
The cold, damp air seeps through your jacket and you sigh. Youâre tired of the trash in the streets and the press of too many bodies. You long for something different, a ticket off-world or an apartment somewhere north of the urban sprawl and constant gray. You might dislike some of the rich families you work for but you appreciated the clean air and sheer amount of space their money afforded. The kitchens you spent your days in were open and modern, filled with the kind of fresh food you could only dream of buying for yourself.
Some of the families were kind, allowing you to take home leftovers, the produce they deemed too wilted and meat that had lost its vibrancy. Today your bag is full, weighed down with bread thatâs gone a little stale and a variety of fresh vegetables. Youâre caught up in planning the stew youâll make tonight with your prized possessions when a commotion on the stairs stops you.
Itâs your neighbor, the LAPD officer, and the old polish woman who's always screaming at everyone. You look up in time to catch her striking him hard across the face with her cane, screaming about how no one wants him in the building. His head is tilted to the side, gaze downcast. Blood flows freely from a cut on his brow. Dirt and dried streaks of red are caked to the side of his face; thereâs a deep scratch on his neck and more blood. He looks awful.
âMrs. Novak!â Your voice is sharper than you intend, drawing more than just her eye, but your tone has the desired effect. Her raised arm stills, surprise written all over her wrinkled face. âPlease,â you say softer, stumbling up the few steps it takes to draw even with your neighbor. He doesnât acknowledge you, staring intently at some spot on the floor.
âGirl,â she spits at you, lip curled back over rotten teeth.
âI have some bread, would you like that?â You offer her, reaching into your bag. Even though you were looking forward to it all day you know itâs your best bet to distract her from the man beside you. It wasnât uncommon to hear whispered disdain for him or the ever-present slurs hurled at him. Someone had taken the time to deface his door weeks ago but youâve never seen anyone get physical with him before.
âHere, take it,â you encourage, relaxing once she lowers her cane and greedily reaches for the bread, the focus of her earlier rage all but forgotten.
âIs it real?â She asks, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply.
With her distracted, you touch the manâs arm. He lifts his head and his cool blue eyes meet yours, though his face stays blank. He blinks once and you remove your hand. âAre you alright?â
âIâm fine,â he says.
âWe should go while she is distracted,â you suggest, waiting for him to move before you follow him up the steps.
His gait is slow but steady, weariness etched into the lines of his shoulders. When you get to your floor he stops, allowing you to precede him. He keeps a respectable distance from you though youâre aware of him and the weight of his gaze. Itâs not until youâre unlocking your door that he speaks, voice low enough itâs almost lost to the clamor of people in the hallway.
âThank you.â
He disappears into his apartment before you can respond.
You spend the next hour preparing dinner and washing the day away. As much as you try to forget the incident your mind keeps wandering back to your neighbor and the scene on the steps. You stir the soup and breathe in the warm, soothing aroma. Thereâs enough for at least two servings, three if you stretch it. Plenty to share.
Before you can reconsider, you ladle out a generous portion into an old container and slip your shoes back on. The hallway is less crowded than when you got home but there are still more eyes on you than you care for. You knock on his door and wait, shifting from foot to foot. It opens just a crack. Your neighbor's handsome face greets you, clean of blood and dirt though there's a shallow cut on his forehead. If he is surprised he doesnât show it, staring at you blankly.
âI had some extra soup leftover,â you start, gesturing with your free hand. âItâs got fresh, honest to god vegetables and some tofu. I thought maybe you'd like some. It's pretty good⊠not to sound conceited. Iâm, um, a chefâŠâ you trail off.
âDon't you know what I am?â He asks.
âYouâre my neighbor,â you reply.
You know thatâs not what he means. Everyone in the building knows exactly what he is and who he works for but that's never mattered to you. Replicants are no less deserving of kindness and respect. Youâd been on the receiving end of that type of disdain by the nature of your job and you never wanted anyone to feel that way.
âIf you donât want it, thatâs fine. I just⊠wanted to make sure you were okay.â
You take a step back at the same time he opens the door wider, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his gray sweatpants and bare, muscled arms. Heâs attractive but then again all the replicants they made these days were, even the ones not designed for pleasure. You give him the bowl, his fingertips brushing over the back of your hand. An unexpected jolt of electricity passes under your skin and your hand tingles. He lifts the lid to smell the rising steam, eyes closing briefly.
âThank you.â
You nod, feeling a little awkward. You take a step back and bump into a young woman hurrying down the hall. She looks between the two of you, nose wrinkling when she sees who youâre talking to.
âYouâre welcomeâŠâ You trail off, realizing you donât know his name.
âYou can call me K.â
You give him your name and he repeats it back quietly. With an awkward wave, you return to your apartment across the hall and pause at the door to glance over your shoulder at him. He hasnât moved, watching you still with an expression you canât identify. You smile and disappear inside.
Two days pass before you see K again. Thereâs a sharp knock at your door shortly after 7 pm and you crack it open, surprised to see itâs him. He looks like he just came from work, wearing the same jacket you saw him in previously. His hair and clothes are damp from the rain.
âI wanted to return this,â he tells you, offering the container you gave him the soup in.
When you take it, itâs heavier than it should be, and something rattles inside. You open the lid, surprised to see a Lily-of-the-valley lucite flower resting at the bottom. Itâs beautiful and each bell-shaped white bud is intricately crafted, hanging down from a single bright green stem. When you look back at K he averts his gaze.
âI didnât know what youâd like.â
âItâs beautiful,â you promise him, holding it up to admire it. Youâre not sure what to say and you think he doesnât either. The silence between you is heavy. Somewhere down the hall, a baby cries and a man yells. Kâs eyes dart sharply to the side, searching and watchful. You take the opportunity to consider him, taking in the shadowy stubble over his jaw and the various healing bruises and marks on his face and neck. Once again youâre overcome by an odd impulse to soothe something in him that you donât quite understand.
âWould you like to join me for dinner? It won't be like the last time,â youâre quick to warn him as he returns to face you. There was nothing fresh to cook with tonight, only the synthetic meat and noodles you normally had.
K blinks and stares at you for long enough that youâre sure he will decline. âOkay,â he finally agrees, glancing down the hall again before following you inside.
âTake a seat wherever,â you offer, heading into the kitchen.
Itâs strange to have someone in your space, moreso since you canât recall a time when it wasnât just you. You can see him taking in your cluttered apartment and all the things you collected over the years in an attempt to make it homey. Rich people often threw out perfectly good items, although some were kind enough to offer it to you instead, so you had a number of nice things you couldnât otherwise afford, including a rack full of spices that would have cost you a month's salary.
A quick check on the pot tells the broth is nearly ready, just needing a pinch more salt. You drop in the noodles and shredded synthetic protein. You step back and bump into K, his hands coming up to brace against your hips. Heâs quick to pull them away with a murmured apology and when you turn around he averts his gaze like a beaten dog.
You reach and touch his shoulder instinctively, wanting to ease the pain you see. âItâs okay,â you assure him.
K stares at your hand on his coat, brows knitted together. It strikes you suddenly that people probably donât touch him with any kindness. Wordlessly, he steps back and disappears into the main room. You gather two bowls and fill them with the fragrant soup. K stands when you approach the table, but you wave off his help and set everything down. He still only sits when you do. Dinner is quiet and a little awkward. You catch him staring at you between bites and the conversation you share consists mostly of your need to fill the silence.
âSorry, Iâm talking a lot,â you apologize, setting down your spoon.
He shakes his head. âNo. Itâs⊠nice,â he admits softly.
For a second you think he might say something more but then he stares down at his bowl, silent again. After dinner he helps you clean up, working beside you in the small kitchen in a way thatâs surprisingly comfortable. Once everything is dried and put away you walk him to the door. You pause there, considering a thought youâve had most of the evening.
âMaybe,â you start hesitantly, âyou could come over for dinner again sometime.â
A part of you knows itâs not smart to spend time with K. Youâve kept your head down these last five years, working hard and saving the money you need to create a better life. Another part of you doesnât care, tired of always being alone and drawn to him in a way you canât explain.
Heâs staring at you again, unblinking and intense. âOkay.â He says the single word without any emotion. You rub your hands together nervously. He notices the action, head tilted to the side.
âOnly if you want to though,â you add.
âI do.â
You nod and he squeezes past you into the hall. At his door he looks over his shoulder. He watches you for a long moment and you stare back, waiting. He smiles, the expression transforming his face and your heart catches at how different he looks. Handsome and unburdened. It only lasts a few moments but you return it with a soft one of your own.
Part 2
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Summary: Your best friend and roomate who's been keen over you for a long time.
Genre: friends to lovers, smut, slight fluff, nsfw
Rated: +18, mature
Pairing: Jungkook x f! reader
Word Count: 3,015 k
Warnings: mentions of masturbation, unprotected sex, oral sex (f! receveing), use of pet names, non idol! au, rough sex, creampie, cuddles.
a/n: Working on this for soo long, enjoy!!
The rumbling noises from across the room had you becoming more and more annoyed by this agreement. Your roommate, being his horny self practically begging, to let him have sex in his dorm.Â
âCâmon [name] promise iâll put on music you wonât even notice.â he said with that stupidly beautiful bambi eyes and that dazzling smile that makes you weak on the knees, how to say no to that.Â
You feel the regret soon enough, some girl was shouting, literally leaving her lungs on every shout, not even the music was loud enough. He wasnât that good, was he? Of course you already knew the answer to that question⊠but kept your mind out of it.
The next morning, while you were making breakfast, the girl popped into your kitchen, pleading loudly for your roommate's company. She froze right on the spot when she saw you.
âUhm⊠excuse me, who are you?â her tone was bitter with her high pitched voice as she held a look of disgust.
âJungkookâs roommate.â you said, calmly stirring the pan with scrambled eggs.
âIâm making sure that changes.â you scoff as you see her turn around on her toes back to Jungkook.
Jungkook opened his door and made his way to the kitchen, greeting you and you rolled your eyes at him.
âI met your lovely and amazing guest.â your tone dripped with sarcasm and he sighs as he runs a hand through his locks.
âWhat did you say?â his voice is slightly exasperated and you scoff with your gaze down on the pan.
âWhy, would you even- â you stopped your words at his condescending look on you âyeah, fair play, but wasnât me this time, i swear.â he sighs and heads straight into his room, you hear the whining all the way to the kitchen and scoff.
Once at your office the day goes by with ease, 5 minutes before your leave time, Jungkook sent you a text.
A bright smile lights your temple as your co-worker reaches your desk.
âWhat puts you in such a good mood?â he asks as you take your bag to leave.
âOh nothing, I just remembered the hell waiting for me at home.â he chuckled with a slight roll of his eyes.
âAnother of your roommateâs flings?â he asked with a sly grin as you both walked out of the office.
âHeâs been talking âbout this girl for ages, he wonât shut up about her.â he chuckles again and you scoff
âYouâre jealous.â you roll your eyes with a defiant look on him.
âWhy should I be jealous, I have known him since I was 18.â your friend laughed once more while you both reached the parking lot.
âMaybe thatâs why youâre so jealous, youâve been dying to get under his sheets for God knows how long.â you look at him in despite.
âI'm under the impression youâre not that content at the moment.â you both chuckle as he waves goodbye and shouts. âSee you tomorrow!!â He's always so energetic.Â
Once at home, you change into your pjs as you hear the door open followed by some muffled voice sounds.Â
You hear the way he laughs, and walk out to the living room as the image of him clinging to her makes your heart ache.Â
âHey dollâ he greets me when he notices me.
âOh hey Koo.â I sit on the couch as the girl looks at me with disgust.
âWhy do you talk to her like that?â the girl spits out and I look over at her.
âJust a playful banter between each other.â Jungkook whispers and she scoffs.
âDonât call her thatâ she commands and I look at him.
âIâm starving.â you take a pizza from the box and take a bite as Jungkook grabs the remote to put a movie.
"How was work today Koo?â you murmur at his way once you swallow the bite.
âThe usual stuff prin-... [Name] you know how it gets. "you chuckled softly when you noticed his slipped words.
âYouâre not asking me?â the girl chimes in with her high pitched whiny voice as the movie begins.Â
âHow was your day?â you asked, looking at her.
âIt was a great day actually, until I got here thinking I would get to be with my boyfriend alone.â a low chuckle escaped your lips at her snarky comment.
âSorry to crash your dream.â you turn to look over at Jungkook âBut you know whatâŠâ you trailed off and stood to walk inside your room, you emerged with a pair black sweatpants and a black jacket âIâll go drive a little.â you looked over at Jungkook. âText me when I can come back.âÂ
âAre you sure [Name]?â you gaze at him and nod as you stand at the door frame.
âYeah, I kinda need to hop on my bike.â You chuckled slightly and stepped outside as the light breeze hit your face, the bike roared to life between the traffic for an hour until your phone buzzed in the pocket of your sweatpants, the phone ringing, you steer the bike to a corner and take the phone to your ear.
âHey Koo!â he chuckles softly his voice comes through the phone low and hoarse.
âHey princess, my guest is gone now⊠I think we need to talk.â you sighed softly and nodded even though he couldn't see you and responded with an equally low voice.
âYeah we need to talk, be there in fiveâ you hanged up after your goodbyes and drove to the apartment, you parked the bike at the parking lot and opened the door to see him sitting at the couch.
âKoo.â He looks up at you with a soft smile, a few tears running through his cheeks, at the sight, you kneeled in front of him on the floor. âHey⊠whatâs wrong, love?â he sobs slightly as your cold hands cup his cheeks.
âWe fought and she left⊠basically dumped me.â you let out a soft sigh and pulled him into a tight hug.
âWas it because of me?â your voice is a low whisper against his ear he sighs and shakes his head on your shoulder.
âNo⊠well a little.â he murmurs with a hoarse voice. âThatâs what I need to tell you.â he pulls back to lock gaze with you.
âYou can tell me anythingâ your voice is a low murmur and caresses his face gently.
âShe dumped me becauseâŠâ he trails off, shutting his eyes closed to your gentle strokes. âI've known you almost my whole life, right?â he mutters with a strained voice.
âBasically yeah, what about that?â your voice is a low and intimate whisper.
âShe thought that I might have feelings for youâ you let out a slight chuckle.Â
âThat canât beâ I look into his eyes, his features turn serious as he looks at you. âIt canât be, right?â your voice is a low murmur and he nods slowly.
âI do have feelings for youâŠâ he mutters and you feel your breath stuck in your throat.
âY-... You what?â you mutter in a stutter. âJungkook uhm⊠think this throughâÂ
âI have, for the past half hour, she left the first ten minutes, okay?â you look up to his eyes.Â
âGo to sleep Koo, iâm sureâŠâ he grabs your face to catch your attention, your heart pounding heavily on your chest as his doe eyes lock with yours.Â
âIâm sure princess, I'm confident of what I just told you.â he murmurs softly and almost lovingly.
âY-...You must be confused Koo.â you mutter in a stutter and he stands and guides you into his room, she shuts the door behind him and your eyes roam his room, neat and clean.You see a picture of his graduation from college with you in it.
âSee that picture?â you simply nod, your mind filled with thoughts. âYou gifted it to me, with something written on the back.â he murmurs as he holds the picture in his hands âIâll be there to follow your dreams, even to just rest on your back, be sure to keep going.â you keep your gaze at him attentively as he recites the inscription by memory.Â
âThat was like 4 years ago, how can you remember?â you murmured softly.
âI read it when I feel down.â he murmurs and goes to one of his drawers to pull a night light âRemember this one? You gave it to me when we were little.â you nod and a small smile appears on your lips.
âYeah, you were afraid of the dark so⊠I gifted it to you, you still keep it?â he nods and places it back on his drawers, he goes to another one and pulls an old pantie of yours, you blushed slightly as he showed them to you.
âRemember this one?â he murmurs, stepping closer to you.Â
âY-...Yeah, it was from our first night here⊠we got wasted.â you murmured with a deeper shade of red on your cheeks as he grins smugly.Â
âWe got intimate and I kept it, just as a reminder.â you let out a soft embarrassed chuckle.Â
âThat was two years ago Koo, and we talked about it.â you murmur softly and avoid his gaze, he walks closer to you leaving the panties on his bed.Â
âYouâre not getting my point here princess.â he holds your chin in between his fingers to tilt it up so you look up to him and pulls you closer by the waist with his free hand, youâre flushed as a tomato as his warm and taut body press flushed against yours.
âI clearly ainât.â your voice is a low murmur, your breath almost brushing his face.Â
âI kept all those things because I liked you.â you look into his doe eyes, searching for a hint of playfulness but find none, he holds you tightly and secure pressed against him âLike actually sounds a little, Iâm in love with you.â you blinked in disbelief and your breath stuck on your throat.
âY-...Youâre i-...in love w-...with me?â you mutter in a stutter and he nods pressing your bodies closer.
âSo much it pains me, and I'm sorry I didnât tell you sooner.â you blinked slowly as if that will help to settle the turmoil inside you, he takes a strand of your hair behind your ear with a gentle graze over your skin and you close your eyes to his touch.Â
âYouâre in love with meâŠâ you repeat in a murmur to try and believe him âI have to go to bed.â you mutter and let go of his arms to lock myself in your room, he stands there with his heart in his hand as you shut the door behind you, he stays inside his own room as you lie down there looking at the ceiling.
Why didnât you just tell him you liked him back? What are youâŠ? your thoughts trail off as you listen to soft moans and whimpers in the house, You know those moans and whimpers, you stand from the bed and sneak outside to find Jungkook with the old panties against his own member masturbating himself, he looks at the door, as if he expected you come out, he grins when he looks at you, you should move away, walk back to your room but your feet fail you and you remain stiff on his slight open door.
âYouâre just watching or want to help me?â he asks in a hoarse and husky voice, you chuckled nervously but decide to step in as he continues âJust watching then?â he murmurs hoarsely and strained as you sit at the edge of the bed, looking attentively to his actions, his throbbing cock dripping my underwear with pre cum as he moans softly. âI like to have you as a spectator.â his voice strained with desire.
âYouâre such a tease.â he chuckles huskily and keeps his movements.
âYou can always join me princess.â You slowly undress yourself and take the old panties to discharge them to the floor as your body straddles his, you feel his warm and throbbing cock slide in your folds as he introduces himself with ease, his hands gripping your hips tightly with a shaky sigh of comfort and satisfaction. âYou feel so good dollâ he murmurs looking up at you.
âWere you serious about being in love with me?â you asked in a strained murmur as you begin to grind on his body, his grip on you almost bruising.Â
âOf course love, Iâm so in love with youâŠâ he murmurs and bites back a moan as you ride him. âYou donât have to say it back.â he murmurs, locking eyes with you.Â
âI-...Iâm in love with you too.â you mutter under your breath and he lets out a soft growl and pulls your body to a hug and you sigh at the feeling of his sweating and taut chest.
âI really am lovestruck.â he chuckles softly and rests himself on the bed again âI could stay like this all night with youâŠâ he murmurs lovingly and moves his hips to meet your own movements and you moan softly.
âWe can do it more than onceâŠâ you murmur hoarsely increasing the speed of the movements, a low growl escapes his mouth.
âY-...Youâre killing me princess.â he murmurs hoarsely and lustfully.
Your eyes roam at his tattoo filled arm, his disheveled state with a small smile, your voice is a low whisper.
âKooâŠâ your hands find their way to cup his face, your eyes full of affection. âWhy did you wait so long?â
âI donât know baby⊠I never thought you liked me backâ he whispered softly with a strained tone.
âDoesnât matter now.â he nods at your murmured words and lifts you easily to turn you around, his member leaving the warmness of your folds as he pins your body in all fours against the mattress, your face tilts to the side so youâre able to breathe, his rough hands massaging your bottom, he growls at the sight and leans closer to you to press his chest and whisper softly against your skin, his mouth leaving soft and wet kisses along your spine.
âYouâre still on the pill princess?â you can simply nod as a low moan escapes your lips from his hands all over your back, he lets out a soft hum and slowly introduces himself back, he thumps against you hard, loud moans escapes your mouth as his hand holds both your wrist to your back. âYou like it like this princess?â.
You let out a soft âYesâ as he continues his movements, a low hum escaping his lips, his hands keeping your body pinned down to the bed.Â
He exits from you and shifts his body to rest his back on the headboard as he guides you on top of his face. âLet me eat you out.â his voice is a command, you accommodate yourself in between his body, leaving your cunt on display for him, his hot breath fanning against it as he slowly tilts his head back to dart his tongue along your folds, a low moan escapes your mouth at the feeling, your hands grip his headboard as he skilfully nibs on your cunt.
Youâre a breathless moaning mess as he holds you by the hips, heâs never done this to you, but you understand now why all the girls he brought over were shouting about, you feel your orgasm creep in your stomach, your legs quiver as he helps hold you in place, soon with loud moans you ride his face into an orgasm, he continues savoring you with a low growl and slowly helps you down from him, youâre disheveled and he grins smugly at the sight as he graze your cheek.
âIâm nowhere near done with you dollâŠâ he whispers with a hoarse voice as he once again shifts you both to pin you down on the bed.Â
Youâre again in all fours as he rocks against your body, his warm and throbbing cock inside you, by this your moans are loud, he grabs your ass tightly against his palm, massaging the flesh with a gentle yet possessive touch, he seems unable to control himself any longer to the sound of your whines and moans as he thrust his cum into you with a guttural moan.
With care and slowly he pulls himself back from inside you, his cum dripping down from inside you until it reaches his bed and he chuckle hoarsely with a curse under his breath, he stands and pulls his underwear as he grabs a towel and helps cleaning you, you have your breathless face hidden in the bed as he helps you lie down in your back again.
âHow about a shower, gorgeous.â he leans down to press a soft kiss on your temple with a small smile, you nod with a breathless chuckle.
âA needed shower.â you whisper as your eyes find him and you both burst into a hearty laughter. âThat no condom thing was quite irresponsible, I donât know where that girlâs been.â
He chuckles slightly and shifts his body to lie down beside you.
 âOnly inside of me, doll.â he winks at you and you smack him playfully.
âNow I'm disgusted.â he laughs heartily and helps you up the bed to the shower, his hand around your waist as you both get to the bathroom.
As you both settle into the warm water he holds his small bunny smile as you leather your hair with shampoo.
âWhatâs with that smile of yours?â you ask in a soft voice and he chuckles.
âIâm just really happy.â His voice is soft and he keeps that smile you love, he gives you several small kisses along your face, his hand cupping your face.
âYou still need to take me on a date.â he nods as he continues to smooch your face under the water, a soft happy giggle escaping your lips, this definitely was the happiest youâve been.
©ïžbangytell please do not copy or steal my work, any translation canât be done this is the only way to read it.
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K places his right hand on the table beside his guestâs. He can feel the warmth of his fellow Nexus sink into his own skin. He swallows, pulse jumping. The hand not on the table clenches around his thigh. His nails dig into the outer seam of his pants. âWhat was your most shameful moment? â the baseline mocks at him in his mind. He canât do it. He canât bridge the gap. He canât- [x]
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â„ KENTO NANAMI X FEM!READER
â„ WORD COUNT: 1.6k
â„ WARNINGS/TAGS: breeding, talk of pregnancy (but no actual babies here), power dynamics (boss/assistant), age gap, praise, wrists bound with tie, creampie, Nanami is sweet but mean always, use of "good girl", reader is really subby and so am I
â Kinktober Masterlist â
âSo this is what you feel like, hm?âÂ
Nodding against the mess of his desk, you coo, all bubbly and sweet as your nails grip into his tie around your wrists. Nanami runs a hand down your spine, eyes unfiltered by his glasses as he marvels at how you shiver and react to his touch.Â
Just the tip of his fat cock is popped inside you, snugly wrapped by the first ring of muscle heâs yet to bully past.
Even as your thighs clench and pussy drools, you stay still, quiet, just like he told you to.
So well mannered.
Would you be this sweet if he fucked you as deviantly as he desires? Would you bat your long lashes and say please every time he demands to fuck you? Heâs certain you wouldâso willing to please and be pleased.
Soft skin and even smoother voice, like a housecat curling around his legs every time you come near. Shy but keen, claws ready for anyone but your owner.
Over the course of a few months, Nanami has boiled down to a singular purposeâto breed his perfect assistant and fill her needy cunt with his seed.
Pussy lips bulge around him as he pushes into you raw. You hiccup at the intrusion, ass arching to accommodate the stretch of him. Desire claws inside his chest and begs to force himself into you, and for once, he listens to the beast.
Jerking your bound wrists, he spears into you while pulling you back, bouncing your cheeks against his pelvis and making you whine behind clenched teeth.Â
He uses you for leverage, not bothering to cant his hips when he can simply tug you back and forth along the length of him.
âThis wasnât my intention, sweetheart,â he admits with a deep grunt, âbut youâre just such a good girl, arenât you? I canât help myself.âÂ
For weeks heâs imagined you like this, even pictured tucking you under his desk and shoving his cock so far past your sweet lips that he can see himself in your throat. But spilling his cum on your tongue would be such a wasteâyour body was made for breeding. Doughy in all the right spots, with tits begging to be filled with milk.
A strong hand grabs the curve of your ass and pulls, thumb lifting the soft fat so he can watch how your cunt sucks around his cock. So greedy.
âNo more panties, ever,â Nanami groans as his cockhead thrums against the sponginess of your walls.Â
âOfâof course, sir.âÂ
âNo more sirs, either. Wanna hear my name in your mouth.âÂ
He grins at how the first consonant of his name gets stuck in your throat as he fucks into you, a blubbering stutter of k-k-ken~ blended into hushed moans.Â
The sky is dark but he knows a few workaholics are still roaming the office. They donât deserve to hear your melodic sounds. Theyâll know your his by the way his cum will leak past the hem of your skirt, smear against your thighs.
Nanami leverages you up, fingers mean against your trapped wrists as he slams your back to his chest. The angle has his cock digging into one of your softest spots.
He bends to run his nose along the length of your neck, tongue licking at the remnants of your too familiar perfume. Over your shoulder he watches how your tits bounce with every plunge of his cock into you, free and unbound, nipples just the hue he imagined. He grabs your breast and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, groaning when you flutter from the shock of pleasure.Â
So young and pliant.Â
âYou know what your next assignment is, sweetheart?âÂ
His hand smoothes down to the bottom of your tit, gripping the fat up into his palm so he can squeeze.Â
You coo at his actions, bucking down onto his cock. Your cunt squelches as your slick soaks into the blonde curls at his base.
âAnswer me.âÂ
His palm trails down past your ribs, pawing at your stomach. He presses hard, knocking air from your lungs as he catches how his cock thumps, thumps, thumps in your guts.
Your head tosses back against his chest, neck craning as you look for him with watery eyes. Mascara dripping down your cheeks, lips swollen from the kisses he took from you when you came to offer your help with his overtime work.Â
âTâto be your fucktoy?â you answer with a breathy, hopeful gasp.
âEven better,â he feels like a sick fuck when the words rolls of his tongue, âto have my babies.â
The way you squirm and mewl in his hold tells him everything he needs to know.Â
âYeah? You like the idea of an older man filling you until you swell with a baby?âÂ
âYes, ah, Kento, yes.â
So, so well mannered. You know how much it pisses him off if you donât use your words.Â
He drags your wrists farther back, making your body arch until your knees tremble and your darling high heels scrape against the floor. His hand moves down, cupping the front of your pussy so his fingers can smear along the edges of where he spreads you.Â
Nanami ensures that the back of his hand keeps the sharp edge of his desk from pressing into your sensitive body.Â
âTell me exactly what you want.âÂ
He watches how you try to think, eyebrows pulling together as you attempt to focus on anything other than the sweltering heat heâs stirring with every fast, harsh push of his aching dick into your cunt.Â
âWant to feel you cum in me,â you mumble quickly, words splashed together, âover and over again.â
A thick finger pushes against your clit, just barely, teasing enough to make your tummy tighten and thighs shake.
âHm,â he groans with a smile against your throat as the most pleasant idea comes to mind. âYou want me to start taking you home? Let me mount you in my bed to make sure the seed takes?âÂ
The sound you make is salacious and strained, like youâre trying so hard to be a good girl and not scream.Â
âKeep me,â you plead oh so sweetly. Like that was ever out of the question.Â
Nanami hooks his fingers harder between the threads of his tie, tangling his fingers with yours behind your back. A small moment of grounding you, reassuring you, before he shoves you so roughly back down to his desk that papers and pens clatter to the floor.
Hoisting your hips to meet his, he puts the hand on your cunt to work, rubbing two experienced fingers over your swollen clit.Â
He leans over your body for a better angle, even hikes one knee onto his desk so he can pound you into it.Â
âNeed you to milk my fucking cock, understand?â His breath fans over the back of your neck and he notices how youâve bitten your cheek between your teeth.Â
Youâre such a mess, naked and trembling over your bossâs desk, pussy squishing with every intense bully of his cock into your gummy, abused hole.
âI understand,â you practically choke on your words, â âm so close, KâKento, promise.â
His lips suck against the back of your shoulder, sharp teeth grinning like a madman.Â
He hired you after you told him you never, ever make promises you canât keep. Youâd always be honest, never lie if you felt you couldnât get the work done.Â
âYou promise to take my babies, sweetheart? Promise youâll let me get you pregnant?âÂ
The picture of you ripe with his baby, hand over your swollen tummy as you bustle around the office, in his house, is too clear. Too inebriating.Â
âI swâswear.âÂ
âThatâs my good girl.âÂ
You deserve a reward, perhaps even a raise.
Nanami turns all his focus to how heavy his balls feel and how puffy your poor clit is. He becomes an efficient machine, barreling into you systematically as his fingers swirl in tight, purposeful circles.Â
Slick is drooling through his knuckles, messing all over the planner on his desk. He has the quick thought of how he will have to start filling his calendar with the days youâre ovulating. How delightful.Â
âPlease, please, please,â you try to keep your whines smothered by the lacquered wood.
âYou donât have to beg. Iâll give you anything you want, sweet girl.âÂ
And he does just that, building enough heat in your tummy to make you start convulsing. Your orgasm is the tightest suck heâs ever felt, all desperate and hot and rhythmic like your body took his words to heart and intends to milk him dry.Â
Finally he comes undone, loading your body with continuous spurts of syrupy cum. He can feel cum pooling in your snug cavern, squishing against his cock every time your cunt pulses with your bliss.Â
He stays still, his weight shamefully falling onto your back and trapping you beneath him. Your heartbeat echoes against his desk. Molten cum bursts from where his cock is still lodged within you, like pasty watercolor smearing across skin.Â
Straightening his tired back, he groans and peels himself from your spent body. Before he can pull his hips back, your tied hands start reaching desperately for him, smacking against his thigh.Â
Fine. He can keep you plugged up with cum as long as you want.Â
âThank you,â you exhale with the remnants of your pleasure.Â
So well mannered. Youâll make the perfect mommy.Â
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Pairing | Tommy Shelby x wife!reader
Summary | Free use wife.
Warnings | Smut, breeding kink, free use lol, in public, exhibitionism, pregnancy (very few details cause⊠câmon lol⊠Iâm the one who wrote itđ), light humiliation.
Words | 1.5 k
Notes | Yeah this gif still makes me feral
Ao3 link | <3
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Kinktober | day 2: free use + breeding kink
Tommy didnât expect much from you as a wife. There were already staff who cooked and cleaned and you didnât have any children yet. The one thing he did expect from you though, was being ready and willing to take his cock at any time of the day.Â
Sometimes heâd be more gentle about it, coaxing you away from whatever task or conversation you were involved in to somewhere more private where heâd ravish you until you could only think about him and his cock. Other times, heâd be more desperate.Â
If you happened to bring him lunch on a particularly stressful work day, heâd drag you in his office and bend you over the desk, fucking away all of his stress, if at least for a few minutes.Â
Sometimes at the race track heâd pull you away to a more secludedâ but still very publicâ area and cover your mouth as he plowed into you, rough and desperate, borderline animalistic. If the sound of your muffled moans didnât give you away, the loud slapping of skin definitely did, but he didnât care. If he wanted you, nothing was stopping him from taking you.Â
A few times you even woke up to him lazily rutting into you, fucking you deep, but keeping the pace slow. Heâd moan quietly, kissing and biting your neck, even sucking on the sensitive skin to leave marks.Â
If he was ever short on time, heâd force you to your knees and fuck your face, making you gag and choke on his cock until tears streamed down your cheeks. Sometimes heâd blow his load down your throat. But if you werenât in public or in too much of a hurry for anything, heâd paint your pretty face with his come, marking you as his.Â
He knew you were embarrassed everytime you came back after he dragged you away. Every single time, without fail, you always looked like you were just fucked stupid. But that only encouraged him. He liked showing people that you belonged to himâ that his wife was more than happy to satisfy him, even in public.Â
It was also common for him to pull over and make you ride his cock in the car, smiling at all the people who drove past. If he couldnât pull over, heâd grab your hair and force you down on his cock. Even if he arrived at the destination, he wouldnât stop until you drained his balls and swallowed every last drop. It didnât matter if it was the middle of the day or if it was pitch black outâ it didnât even matter if the window was open or not. Heâd fuck your face and throw his head back as the pleasure consumed him until he finally fell over the edge. Sometimes, his sounds would attract attention, and he loved the look on peopleâs faces when you lifted yourself up, smiling and wiping the lower half of your face with the back of your hand.Â
This didnât happen often, but if he were ever in the middle of fucking you, too consumed by the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock, and someone knocked on the door, heâd tell them to come in. It was usually someone you didnât even knowâ one time it was Arthur⊠that was a particularly humiliating experience for youâ but he wouldnât stop. Heâd keep you bent over his desk or on his lap and continue fucking you as you tried to not make any sounds. He always thought it was amusing when you tried to be quiet.Â
One time, he walked in on you holding Adaâs baby, smiling and cooing at him, making him giggle relentlessly. As soon as Tommy got you alone, his cock was inside you and he rambled on about fucking a baby into you, breeding you nice and deep until he knocked you up. His words were almost incoherent with arousal as he described this fantasy of your belly full with his kid, your tits swollen with milk, and the glow that youâd have from all of it. He rambled on about raising them together, how good youâd look as the mother of his kids, how he wanted to fuck baby after baby into you⊠breed you until he fucking ran out of come.Â
That sparked a conversation between the two of you. While the original plan was to wait a few years, you both agreed to shorten that time frame. So less than two years later, you were off of birth control and he was breeding you every chance he had. Honestly you were getting a little worn out, but you never complained. No matter how tiring it could be, you still absolutely loved it.Â
It became even more of a frequent occurrence for you to be walking around with either come soaked panties or come running down your thighs. He also took a liking to cock warming. In bed, on his desk chair, in the carâ anywhere he couldâ heâd fuck you and fill you with his come, then keep you plugged up, wanting to make sure it really had a chance to take.Â
At home, heâd put you in the mating press position, then stuff you full of his come. Only instead of letting you relax, he'd keep your hips tilted up so none of it could leak out and make you come again with his mouth as a reward for staying in that position.Â
The first time he fucked you after finding out you were pregnant⊠he was practically feral. The fact that there was a baby inside youâ that it was his baby, made him all but lose control. He ravaged you with an intensity heâs only had a few times, rambling on about how he planned to fuck you like this for a while since he would eventually have to be gentlerâ if he could even fuck you at all. The problem was that his promise didnât just apply to when he fucked you in the privacy of your own home, but it was just a problem for you. Tommy loved that you couldnât keep quiet.Â
Months down the line, rough, hard fucking turned into gentle love making. Heâd kiss you tenderly as his hips rocked into you, keeping the pace almost tortuously slow. He tended to kiss over your stomach whenever he could and caress it with gentle hands. Both of you were surprised and disappointed by the fact that your breasts were far too tender for any touch to feel good. So he kept his hands and mouth elsewhere.Â
The love making usually took place in bed. But every once in a while, heâd come up behind you and wrap his arms around your small frame, placing his hands on your belly as he kissed your neck until he finally got too impatient and lifted your dress to slip his cock inside.Â
Around eight months, and even for weeks after the birth, he showed no sign of needing you like that. He never made you feel pressured either, even when heâd hold you at night. You were grateful though because your body definitely wasnât ready for that yet.Â
It was a little after two months postpartum that you were becoming a bit too needy though. One day, after watching him play with and hold the baby, you finally snapped. The second you were alone you practically jumped his bones, kissing him almost animalistically and pulling on his hair until he moaned into your mouth and finally grabbed your hips.Â
âLove,â He started, but cut off when you unzipped your dress and let it fall to the floor, pooling around your feet.
âIf you donât fuck me right now Iâm going to lose my mind.â You warned breathily, working on ripping his clothes off.Â
âSlow down, darling. You have to be careful.â He said gently, making you more frustrated.
âThomas Shelby, I swear to god if you donât fuck me, Iâll go find someone who will.â You growled, giving him one last warning. He raised his brows, shocked and amused by your words. âI carried your child for nine months. The least you could do is make me come on your cock until I forget my own name.âÂ
âYouâre that needy, eh?â He smirked, making you scowl. âCalm down, Mrs. Shelby, Iâll give it to youâŠâ you still get butterflies when he calls you that, âbut you know I canât resist teasing you.âÂ
âYouâve teased me for months. Either fuck the shit out of me or Iâll get it from someone else.â You said, voice low and almost threatening, but you knew it only made Tommy more amused.Â
âHow have I teased you for months?â He asked innocently.Â
âChrist, Tommyâ just fuck me already. You have to do what I say because I just birthed a whole baby for you.âÂ
âI guess you're right.â He said with a sly smirk. âUntil you forget your own name?â You nodded eagerly and he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. Once you were laying down, he crawled over you and kissed you deeply, making you moan against his lips and bring your hands up to his hair. âAs you wish, darling.âÂ
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the ferrari guy | jjk.
You hire an assistant â and Jeon Jungkook loses his mind. Is that irrational of him? Not when the guy youâve chosen flirts like a hooker, looks like a runway model and dresses like heâs Giorgio Armani himself.Â
pairing: jungkook x reader rating: pg-15 genre: humor | fluff | chaebol!au | fwb!au | ceo!jungkook warnings: swearing + implied sex + jealousy + insecurity + a certain loml charming everyoneâs pants off <3 word count: 3 k note: Â helloooo fam! i am alive and still writing apparently lmao. jimilter is still a safe space, a wonderful escape from real life and i have no plans of quitting this in near or far future (: no comments on the occasional disappearances tho bec real life has been hectic af! anyways, enjoy this humorous lil drabble from jk's pov (set between part 3 & 4) while i work on the massive angst in part 5! <3
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â the damsel & her knight â 01 02 03 [3.5] 04 05
On Thursday evening, while leaving work, Jeon Jungkook finds a flashy, bright red Ferrari convertible blocking his car in the parking lot of his office. An office in a building his father owns.Â
Needless to say, he is beyond mad.
"Who the heck even drives a Ferrari in our company?" he barks into the phone, scowling when his secretary gives an exasperated sigh.
"President ma'am interviewed some people today, sir. Maybe it's one of the candidate's cars?"Â
"What kind of a douchy person comes to a job interview in a convertible?" Jungkook is still scowling at the vermillion vehicle when his brain catches up with the rest of the information Haeri imparted. His mouth dropping open, he raises his free hand up in front of his face, as if to stop time. "Hold on â did you say President ma'am?"
"Uh, yes, siâ"
"She interviewed people? Why? What for?" he cuts his secretary off, frowning.
"She is hiring an assistant, sir."
"Whaâwhy does she need an assistant?"
Haeri is quiet for a while. Then she clears her throat. "I would suggest you to not ask her this, sir."
Jungkook sighs. Haeri is always so straightforward with him. Sometimes a bit too straightforward. But sheâs always guiding him around making stupid decisions, and maybe that is why he's had her in his office for nearly two years now. The longest heâs had a secretary ever since he joined the company as the CEO.Â
Thereâs also the fact that Haeri actually has a boyfriend and is immune to all of Jungkookâs charm⊠Not that heâs actually tried them on her, per se. Heâs been otherwise occupied in that department for a while. Very happily and proudly so.Â
Clearing his throat, "Yeah, sorry," he grumbles to the girl, turning around to eye the offensive car again. "I'm texting you the license plate number, will you make an announcement on Prez's floor?"
"Sir, Iâ"
"Good. Thanks, Haeri, you're a gem!"
Even as a security guard comes and removes the obstructing vehicle within minutes and Jungkook is free to leave, his mind doesnât feel settled. At all. He isnât sure what it is that irks him about you hiring an assistant, but it is something for sure. Maybe he fears youâd pay him even lesser attention at work than the scant amount you do now. Maybe he thinks you wonât need his help with the integrated Firewall-VPN project anymore. Maybe he⊠Well, he isn't sure.
But something about this just usettles him. Which is what has him texting you close to midnight, casually dropping his question without offending you with a âwhyâ just like Haeri instructed him to.
âȘ hey prez âȘ heard youâre hiring an assistant?
Your reply comes exactly ninety-four seconds later. Yes, he counts.
You heard that in the middle of the night?
He bites his lip, rubbing his reddening cheeks against the cold cotton of his pillow in embarrassment, but doesnât lose hope because youâre still typing.
I have actually already had the interviews today The guy joins tomorrow You wanna drop by with a welcome gift basket? :)
His glare stays fixed on the little, taunting smile for a long while, before it moves to the word âguyâ in your text. Youâve hired a guy assistant.
Jungkook wonders if the bile suddenly roiling in his stomach has any correlation with the explicit images his brain suddenly conjures up of you and a faceless male making out in your office.
God, heâs going insane.
The next morning, Jungkook is barging into Yoongi's office with a frown. "Prez hired an assistant."
Min Yoongi very slowly looks up from his computer screen, gaze wary. "Good morning to you too, Jeon. Iâm doing well, thanks for asking.â
Jungkook ignores the manâs sarcasm and instead drops into one of the couches placed on one side of his office, groaning. âItâs a guy.â
âSo Iâve heard.â
Head whipping up faster than the blink of an eye, Jungkook gapes at your Creative Director. âYou have heard?â
Yoongi gives him a tired look. âMy office is on the same floor as hers, Jeon. I have more than just heard.â
âHave you seen the guy?â he quickly rushes out, wide eyes boring into Yoongiâs disinterested ones.
âMet him. Kidâs jovial and efficient. Sheâs gonna love him.â
What? Jungkook stalks up to Yoongiâs table with a scowl. âKid?â
âOh, heâs probably older than you.â
âJovial?â
âYeah, always got a smile on his face; not a word out of his mouth without giggles.â
Giggles? Jungkook's pinky finger twitches in irritation because giggling is supposed to be his thing. How dare you.
âAnd he's really freaking efficient too, man." Yoongi continues when Jungkook has stayed quiet for too long. "He's got a typing speed of 96 wpm, can speak five languages, is capable of charming every guest with a grin and some sweet wordsâoh! And heâs quick on his feet! Delivered five coffees on two different floors with the steam still coming out of the cups.â Yoongi has a fond, dreamy look on his face, and if it wasnât for the wedding band on his finger, Jungkook would have assumed the guy has fallen in love with your new assistant.
Which doesnât sit well with Jungkook at all. Teeth gritted and fists clenched, he gazes out of the glass doors of Yoongiâs office to yours.Â
You arenât in, yet. Should he pay your oh-so-wonderful assistant a visit before you are?
Youâd surely have his head if you catch him threatening the dude â not that he plans on it; he just feels like he might â but itâs a risk he is very much willing to take.
And so, over Yoongiâs protests, Jungkook marches out of the guyâs office and, crossing the long corridor, lands at yours.
Thereâs an additional table placed perpendicular to yours within the glass cabin and Jungkook wishes he had laser vision so he could incinerate the damn thing in its place. He looks around the office for the guy of the hour, grunting at the small trinkets he finds adorning the new table.
Who keeps a freaking potted plant on a desk? What if it fell off and died?
Jungkook doubts this guy is as efficient as Yoongi talked about him being. He chokes in the middle of the accompanying scoff, though, because his eyes suddenly locate, well, keys.
Sleek, black, no bigger than a matchbox, with a silver, galloping horse engraved on the obviously custom made leather surface. Keys to a Ferrari. What are the odds?
âMaâam, youâre in earlâohâŠâ
Jungkook twists on heels at the voice, coming face to face with a guy that honestly doesnât look much older than him despite what Yoongi said. His eyes are wide and lips rounded, brown hair brushed off his forehead to display the perfect arch to his thick eyebrows. He wears a â Jungkook hates to admit â gorgeously tailored dark brown suit that Jungkook knows to be Armani because he just made the same purchase a week back.
The guy, simply put, doesn't look assistant-material at all. He could be on Vogue's cover with those plump lips and shapely eyes of his. Or perhaps pose for swimsuit commercials with that bubble butt. Or walk the ramp for Armani, Patek Philippe or Chanel, given the brands Jungkook can spot on him.
But he isn't in any of those places â he is here, in your office, as your assistant.
âGood morning, sir!â he suddenly exclaims, and hereâs the jollity Yoongi talked about. âYou must be Mr. Jeon, the CEO?â
Jungkook gives him a jilted nod, hating the flawless mannerism the guy displays and the accompanying subconscious twitch his lips give in response, and inches back towards the door. âUm, yeah⊠I was just leavingâŠâ
Your assistantâs smile falls and a concerned look overtakes his face. âBut you just got here?â
And something about the innocent pout with which he looks at Jungkook has him rooted to the place. In wonder? Confusion? Shock?
Awe?
He can't freaking tell.
âI can get you some coffee, if youâd like? Everyoneâs been telling me I brew a killer espresso!â He flashes a proud smile while Jungkook just helplessly gapes. âI can also get you some snacks? Sandwiches? Cookies? Ooh, would you like some pastries? Our office canteen has some amazing Danishes, would you like one? Ah, your forehead is all misty. Here!â
Before Jungkook can react, the guy is in his face with a tissue, dabbing the sweat away from Jungkookâs arched eyebrows. His smile is blinding, dear God, Jungkook cannot articulate a single word out of the storming confusion in his head. Since when do men have such pouty lips?Â
When he steps back, he immediately gestures to a couch. âMake yourself comfortable, sir! May I lower the temperature? You still havenât said what you need.â
Finally, finally able to collect his thoughts, Jungkook releases a long exhale.Â
Who the actual fuck is this guy? A witch? A siren?
Jungkook needs to get out of here and he needs to talk to you.
âUh, no, thank you, none of that. I, um, Iâm good.â Quickly flashing the guy a tight lipped smile, Jungkook slips out of the doors. âI came to see Prez, but she's obviously not here, so⊠Iâll â I'llcome back later. Good day.â
Even as Jungkook immediately storms out of the office and rushes to the elevators to hurry back to his own floor, your assistant calls out a very happy sounding, âYou have the best day, sir!â
Well-mannered, fashionable, charming in a very alarming way. Dude literally had him gaping for a whole minute with his head pretty damn empty. Jungkook's head is never empty.
This guy is so weird and⊠dangerous. Where did you find him?
And, in fact, why did he come here?
The guy's obviously rich, given all the brands he wears like second skin, so why the heck does he want to work as your assistant? In the same office as you?
Jungkook roughly swallows as the images he conjured last night make a return to his head â this time, with your assistantâs regrettably very handsome face on the previously faceless guy you were making out with.Â
He wants to punch a wall.
What he does, instead, is shoot off a text to his secretary, telling her he isnât feeling well and is going back home. And then another one to you, asking you to pay him a visit tonight. And possibly stay the night because he bought some extra alcohol.
He hasnât, but the first stop he makes after leaving the office will be to pick up some expensive red wine.
Everytime Jungkook pulls out of you, spent and sweaty and satisfied, after the deed is done, he is left in disbelief. Every single time. Is this really happening? Are you really sleeping with him? Do you actually feel attracted to his body?
He is smart enough to not delude himself into thinking there's more to it, but it doesn't matter because whatever there is between you both is enough to astound him every time the two of you have sex.
Right now, as you sit with your back to him, pulling on his t-shirt over your bare frame â Jungkook's mind is caught onto something a little different than his usual daze of disbelief, though.
And even though heâs risking it by questioning the âwhyâ despite his secretaryâs warnings, Jungkook canât help it when he brings it up. "So⊠Hiring an assistant. Why so suddenly?"
You hum and give a noncommittal shrug. "I can't be in the office all the time. It's high time I hired one, donât you think?"
Jungkook doesnât think so. But heâd definitely be dead meat if he said it out loud. âSure⊠What tasks will you give him?â
That earns him a confused look from you over your shoulder. âDo you wanna tell me something, Jeon?â
Wide-eyed, he gapes at you. âWhat?â
âDid something happen with Haeri? Is that whyââ
âOh, no,â he exhales, beyond relieved, then shakes his head with a smile when you continue to eye him suspiciously. âI just⊠Well. Iâm always making Haeri pick up after me as if sheâs a babysitter and not an office worker, you know? So I thought I could use some tips from youâŠâ
You nod at that, turning back around to pull on your panties, and Jungkook breathes easier. He has sold his lie and youâve bought it. âThatâs actually thoughtful and mature of you. Where was this maturity when you had me running after you, though?â you grumble with a playful glare, and he just laughs.Â
âIt is because of all of that that Iâve finally learnt to be mature, Prez.â
Straightening after having covered your lower half, you inch back on the bed and rest your back against the headboard. âWell. To be fair, he has been running around for tiny errands for the two days heâs been here, so I canât really lecture you, right now,â you admit. âBut I wanted someone in the office for the meetings-season that is about to arrive as we near the launch, you know? Both you and I will be busy with the project. Poor Yoongi will need all the help he can get.â
Jungkook frowns. âWhy doesnât Yoongi hire an assistant then?â
You snort at that and gesture to the bottle of wine on the nightstand. âWhyâre you pressed about it? You said you need tips, right?â
âAh, yes, of course. I just want some tips.â Quickly catching his slip, Jungkook pours you a glass and settles next to you, bare, with the covers thrown across his lap for modesty. âSo⊠will he be accompanying you to meetings, then? Or fill in for you while youâre busy with other stuff?â
âWell, initially he will shadow me for a week or so. And then when I get busy overseeing the launch event and coordinating with the Lims and other investors, he can switch between locations around the city to ensure everything is in order because Yoongi canât be doing everything, you know?â You take a sip from your glass of wine and shrug a shoulder. âHeâs our Creative Director, he needs to hold the fort while everyone runs around like headless chickens.â
Jungkook sips at his wine and musters a thin smile. Because yes, it definitely makes sense why you needed to hire an assistant. Speaking of, Yoongi probably needs one as well.Â
Damn, when he used to work as a Software Analyst at a different company, he had no idea the executives of a company had so much to do. It always looks like an easy life looking in from the outside. But as CEO, he has come to learn that if someone in a higher up position makes a mistake, they initiate a dominoesâ fall all the way down.
âYou met him, didnât you?â
His surprised eyes fly to yours at the question. Youâre looking at him with a smirk, and Jungkookâs heart gives a thump at how sexy you look. Your question, though, throws him off. "I⊠How did youââ
You roll your eyes. âHe told me you came in to see me and then left. I checked in with Haeri and she said you werenât feeling well.â
Wow. They both snitched on him. Just great.
And now you're looking at him with barely contained laughter as if you know how jealous he feels. Who is he kidding, of course you know how jealous he feels. You always know this kind of stuff, ugh.
âDonât be getting insecure, Jeon, my assistant will remain only an assistant.â
He doesnât know why you say that, but he appreciates it all the same. The twinkle in your eyes expresses playful adoration and the way it makes his heart race kinda scares him.
But then you lean in with an exaggerated kissy face to press a wet smooch on his mouth. When you pull away, he looks at you with a slight pout on his lips. You tilt your head to the side with a squint.
"What?"
"It's⊠Why did you pick the Ferrari guy?" Jungkook sounds a little whiny, but he can't help it.
You look at him over the rim of your glass, eyebrows nearing your hairline, amusement spilling from your gaze. "Uh, what's wrong with the Ferrari guy?"
"Nothing, of course, that's not what I meant," he tries to amend with a chuckle, but given the way you narrow your eyes at him before putting your glass away to cross your arms, you probably don't buy it. So he speaks on. "It's just that he doesn't look like an assistant, you know?"
"I⊠donât actually. What does an assistant look like?"
Are you being purposely difficult or is Jungkook being completely weird? He's not exactly sure how to explain it better, but he's definitely sure that any other way would have been better than what comes out of his mouth next. "I mean, a bit⊠less⊠flirty, I guess?"
"What? What the hell did he do to you?"
He groans at your excited expressions. "Dude had me gaping at him for fifteen minutes while he talked about God knows what, because I couldn't focus on his words! I don't even like men like that!"
You give a loud snort and then break into loud peals of laughter. "Well, Jungkook, maybe you do! Maybe you just haven't had your awakening yet!"
"Not funny," he grunts, even as a humored smile slips on to his face at your loud giggles. "What did you say his name was, again?"
You raise an eyebrow. "I didn't."
He rolls his eyes. "Well, my dear Prez, what is your new assistant's name?"
"Park Jimin." Your smile turns goofy and eyes almost dreamy. "Pretty name for a pretty man. Right?"
He rolls his eyes at your suggestive wink, grumbling as he finishes his glass of wine in a large gulp.
You give a small sigh. "He's a nice guy, give him a chance. Heart of gold, or whatever they say."
Jungkook decides that he, for reasons way beyond his supposed homoerotic awakening, absolutely hates Park Jimin's guts. He's going to convince you to fire him. And soon.
© jimilter | 2024
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