#see commander i did right by you and i have every intention to continue

[beastsovrevelation]

I recently started uploading the first of my Good Omens wips, and let me tell you... I'm pretty happy with Michael's description in it.

She's in uniform, and has a sword. She's glorious, authoritative and terrifying (well, to everyone except my Antichrist, but she's a near-omnipotent being, not to mention Michael's niece). Also, I modified her hair to actually suit a warrior. It isn't mentioned in these paragraphs, but she is, in fact, the Supreme Commander of Heaven.

Ffs, Doon has the perfect vibe to portray Michael as the character's supposed to be.

Look at her

That damn stare.

I should find an actual visual reference for the uniform.

[writerpeach]

ROI (Railed On Investment)

Dreamcatcher Kim Bora x Lee Gahyeon x m! reader

12.9k words

A continuation of the Dreamcatcher Office series

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There are always three guarantees when it comes to working in the office: meetings will always be unnecessary and tedious, you won't have enough time in a workday to get everything done, and somewhere, Gahyeon is getting her brains fucked out. 

Your favorite little assistant now has a brand new title and full-time responsibilities, some of which she fulfills without question. But the more things change, the more they stay the same—when her insolent tone creeps up, or she crosses the line with that smart mouth. No matter how cutely she pouts or bats those eyelashes, you can’t exactly let it slide, and you have to remind her about the chain of command, remind exactly where her place is. 

Which is usually underneath your desk during a business call, with those perfect lips sealed shut around your cock while you’ve got both hands atop her head to keep your assistant in her rightful place between your legs. 

While Gahyeon may have a bigger paycheck and more freedom, she seems intent to exercise some of her former disobedience, thinking her new status can absolve her. Whether it be those tight little skirts a little too short, or work shirts a little too sheer, she seems determined to test every single ounce of the dress code—like it's more of a suggestion than a policy.

Thankfully, you don't have to deal with her alone, because the other half of your dynamic duo has to put up with her shit as well—Kim Bora. Her job description doesn't exactly involve babysitting an office brat, but she’s always willing to dish out any necessary discipline is needed when your hands are tied up by whatever corporate bullshit gets thrown at you.

So that's why, when you return from a meeting with one of the overlords, with a stack of reports cradled under your arm, it isn't the slightest surprise to hear that certain someone whining and moaning all sprawled out on your desk, under no consideration for how loud she is when Bora has two fingers jammed in her wet cunt.

"Oh, hi boss, welcome b-back," Gahyeon murmurs, voice broken by the loud noises she makes echoing when you step back into your office.

"Yeah, welcome back," Bora greets with a sultry grin, her fingers all slicked up and dripping with that fresh, juicy nectar dripping all over the place. "This one, she's misbehaving, you know the drill. And so early too." 

Gahyeon shoots an unapologetic glance over at you, and her skirt is all crumpled and slid up, panties to the side, heels kicked off and her feet all resting on the edge of the desk as Bora pumps her fingers in and out, slow and agonizing while you toss the reports onto the desk.

"Do tell me," you sigh, resting back in the comfort of your big office chair, staring down at this beautiful display of lewdness. And honestly, you’re not even sure you want to hear. "What did this fucking brat do now?"

Gahyeon shifts and squirms, each time Bora jams those two digits inside, twisting them slowly and curling right where she needs—punishing and edging out the disobedience all at the same time, making sure there isn't an orgasm until she's earned it. 

"That fucking skirt," Bora groans, eyeing her so disapprovingly. "Waltzing around like her ass cheeks weren't hanging out. Little slut wants people to see everything she's hiding."

"That's all? The whole office should be used to it at this point. Surprised she even had a pair of panties to show off today."

Bora offers a subtle chuckle, and she picks up her pace, keeping the same merciless rhythm. You do your best to relax while the room gets all that much hotter, with this blonde, needy girl writhing around helplessly with those hilted fingers pleasuring her. 

"Look, I don't care if this brat comes in bare naked, but the higher-ups certainly do. Minji and Siyeon can only do so much, corporate just visited while you were in that meeting and gave me an earful." 

"Maybe corporate should get a turn with her then," you tease back, watching as Bora draws her fingers all the way out, only for Gahyeon to struggle at the fleeting pleasure that vanishes in an instant, biting her bottom lip in annoyance. 

"Really?" Bora asks, eyes widened in disbelief, and wipes those slick fingers along the inside of Gahyeon's thigh, spreading her pussy lips wide open for her lustful eyes to ogle at. "As much as we know she'd love to get railed by a room full of older men she's never met before, it's not the kind of reputation that we need around here."

"Fuck, Bora, please just make me—"

"Shut the fuck up," Bora growls, staring directly at her as she smacks her palm against Gahyeon's clit several times in succession, a sudden squeal bursting from her loud mouth. "We're not done talking about you, slut. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" Gahyeon asks rhetorically, still shifting and squirming around as Bora drags the pads of her two fingers around the edges of her slippery entrance, avoiding Gahyeon's insistent pushes and buckles. "I didn't do—"

"I didn't ask you for a response, did I?" Bora cuts her off instantly, flicking that sensitive nub hard, and drawing out an obscene groan while those toes curl and Gahyeon tenses up. Those fingers tease the poor girl relentlessly, barely dipping in for an instant, only to make a quick exit before you see the same deft fingers sink back inside, only to repeat the process again and again.

"Please," Gahyeon whimpers and begs. "I can't—"

"Can't what? Can't stop parading around the office like a whore? It's one thing to get bent over this desk on a daily basis, but that doesn't mean we want this pussy out for the whole floor. It reflects on our entire office. "

"Fine, I'll start dressing nicer, just fucking finish the job," Gahyeon tries to bargain, but Bora isn't having any of it, pushing her all the way back, so that her head dangles off the edge and those silky blonde locks cascade over the desk with her. She's so close, so agonizingly close, and her moans turn all wanton and whiny, that heat coiling deep, cunt aching for release—only for Bora to slide two digits out right before she can hit her peak.

"What makes you think you're in any position to dictate that? Do you even know what dressing nice means?" Bora runs her hands up the needy girl’s blouse, before she settles on a spot in the middle of the thin white fabric. With one harsh tug, she rips it open, letting the buttons fly off as Gahyeon's generous breasts spill out, only secured in place by a lacy black bra that barely covers a fraction of that delicious chest.

And in a flash, Bora yanks the material down, so hard that it gives up a fight in seconds, her soft supple breasts spilling out completely free, jiggling slightly as the cool air hits her bare skin. 

Gahyeon cries out instantly when Bora kneads those breasts, groping roughly as you're given a front row seat to how aggressively your trusted colleague handles her—how tightly she squeezes the two luscious mounds, teasing those pretty nipples into stiff, prominent peaks.

"By the way, it's that time again," Bora says, continuing to play with Gahyeon's perfect tits while not so much as sparing a glance your way. 

"Time for what?" you ask, as the fabric of your pants grows increasingly tight with how hot and heavy the action on your desk gets as she rolls Gahyeon’s swollen nubs, pinching harder and harder before she gives those tits a nice, strong slap that makes the girl yelp. 

"Performance reviews," Bora murmurs in the middle of another slap to Gahyeon's other breast, pausing only to grope even rougher, getting two handfuls as they grow more tender with each passing second, every time a palm strikes the sensitive flesh, jiggling from the sheer impact. "Can't believe we're already on a month of being stuck with this brat.” 

“What are we even reviewing? All she does is get on her knees or spread her legs. Not exactly worthy of a promotion."

"Hey, I put a lot of work into these fucking blowjobs you get. And I always swallow everything that you give me unless you finish on my face," Gahyeon interjects before letting out a desperate whine once Bora slaps her tits once more. 

"Shut the fuck up, brat," Bora hisses out, digging her fingernails into the supple flesh of Gahyeons’s reddened breasts. "Being a cumslut is hardly an achievement. As much as we love ruining you, don't think we can exactly put 'talented at gagging on cock' on a report to corporate."

"That's called eager to please. Doesn't that count for something?" Gahyeon insists, but Bora doesn't exactly agree, or offer much respite, no, her fingers just pinch both nipples at once, earning a shrill cry that reverberates throughout your office. 

"We'll see. What I write on this report depends on you," you say, finally standing up to relieve your painful erection that's been trapped in your pants for far too long. Within seconds, you've got the zipper down, clothes piling at your ankles and resting your entire shaft against her pretty face that rests off your desk. In the meantime, Bora keeps aggressively playing with those scrumptious, pale tits, not letting up for a single second as this desperate little toy laps her tongue along your length. 

"Let's see how well you can handle this cock, hm?” Bora asks, smacking each of those tits in succession, causing such a beautiful ripple. 

Gahyeon has nothing else to offer but more whines in response as those lips part in an instant, allowing your throbbing length to slide past that pout of hers, straight down the back of her throat with just one deep thrust. Both of her hands scramble to your hips, struggling for air as your shaft plunges into those warm depths with no relent. You do all the work, but she’ll gladly play her role, eagerly taking down every inch that you force down with a brutal, unforgiving pace.

To her credit, her eyes tell the story, how much she enjoys this rough treatment while they water with tears from having her nose meet your balls. Gahyeon’s choking continues on repeat while her dainty hands cling onto you, gagging and coughing as you pump her throat full to the limit.

Every single sound has you moaning in response, blonde hair all messy, her mascara running as she gurgles around your cock and savors every moment while her head dangles off your desk. Those fucking lips—lips that look so good absolutely ruined and used, lipstick smeared everywhere along your length, lips that have one purpose, to bring pleasure. 

"How's fucking that throat feel? Must be worth a few points," Bora chuckles while groping Gahyeon's breasts, fondling and smacking roughly with no remorse, watching with intrigue as you slam into her warm little throat that constricts so perfectly.

 It’s hard to respond, when all you want to do is use this pretty mouth, savoring the pure bliss of those lips locked down around your length, ruining this face like it’s part of your daily routine. 

Both you and Bora lock eyes as she offers a particularly vicious squeeze of those breasts, and Gahyeon groans around your shaft when the older girl slides down between those thighs to feast on her neglected cunt so ravenously—unable to properly voice her pleasure with your cock stuffed so far down her throat. 

"This fucking mouth is worth all the trouble it gets into, god—it's the perfect fucking toy to dump a load into."

With Gahyeon's breasts freed up, you plant your hands on them, palming both roughly with your length stuffed all the way down, holding yourself there for this incredible sensation of warmth to make that throat bulge from the intrusion.

There's nothing quite like this as you fuck her throat nice and deep, losing yourself to such sloppy gagging as spit trails along her cheeks, the perfect encouragement while you keep your hands full of her pale tits. 

“Such a good fucking slut, so desperate for me to fuck your throat—really want a good review, don’t you?” Gahyeon makes every noise imaginable, gurgling out sounds of struggle and gargled gasps, all muffled through your balls slapping against her face. Every plunge past her soft lips makes your entire length disappear, working in unison with Bora devouring that sweet cunt, and you're not sure which sight is better as you roll and pinch her stiff nipples to accompany your ruthless pounding into her wet throat.

But like every fucking time, Gahyeon enjoys every second of it—all this saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth, choking on your length so dutifully, it's beyond pornographic. 

An incredible display that’s made better when you peer down your desk to see Bora working her cunt with her expert tongue, and you can only imagine how wet this desperate girl is from the sounds alone. Her hands keep a tight hold on Gahyeon’s creamy thighs, forcing them so wide as she alternates between swirling the tip of her tongue against her clit, slurping around it, or delving straight in her folds, coating herself in those sticky, messy fluids on endless loop. 

And with the amount of juices that spill out, Gahyeon is absolutely gushing with arousal and anticipation, so impossible to contain herself as her loud moans stay entirely stifled around your cock—

Only once you finally give her a breather, she gasps for air desperately, spit strung across her face as she stares up at you like the complete mess she is with this smile that spreads across her ruined features. 

"If there's one thing she's good at, it's choking on your cock," Bora says in the midst of feasting on her soaking little cunt, head buried in between those thighs. Now, Gahyeon can finally let those moans out freely, as she strokes your cock inches away from her hungry little mouth, eager to get you back in that warmth as she succumbs to the stimulation. 

But you’re not ready for her to have this treat again, focusing on those sore tits, tugging her nipples, giving them some slaps of your own to get them bouncing while your hard, aching cock hovers right above that saliva-covered face. 

“You like choking on this, don't you, slut? Even more than that spoiled pussy getting filled?" 

"Of course, boss—I'd rather have this cock over any promotion," Gahyeon says so shamelessly, her parted lips a mess of drool that looks so perfect. The way Bora keeps devouring her dripping entrance makes her breath hitch in between words, those eyes so desperate and hungry through the tears. "Nothing's better than having a cock in my mouth and a hot load down my throat."

That’s the one thing she doesn’t deserve right now, which is why she isn’t getting anything but these light little slaps with your saliva slicked cockhead all across her face, resting it on her lips while she plants these desperate kisses that get you to groan. 

Bora isn’t as gentle as she sucks on Gahyeon’s clit so intensely that her entire body jerks up against the desk, all these messy slurps and greedy licks that make her pussy ache with need as she gets brought closer and closer, drawing out all of those pathetic moans and squeals in between. 

"And to think you ever denied being a slut at one point," Bora mutters out while slapping that pretty cunt several times, making her sob and cry out with desperation. "The only reason you haven't gotten fired here is how good that pretty mouth  is at making us cum.”  

"Hey, I'm good at other things too," Gahyeon insists, voice shuddering. She tries to stroke you in order to get you back down her throat, but you're not keen on that idea, swatting her hands away. 

"Tell us then. What else can you do, you spoiled brat?" Bora asks while her tongue laps slowly against her slick folds, up and down the length of her slit, testing her limits while you deny the chance to stuff her throat, smacking those lips with your shaft to gain some relief. 

"Besides having you ride my face and emptying these balls? I make your coffee just how you like it every morning and take care of lunch every day. I file all the paperwork and keep things organized."

Bora just laughs. Like this is some grandiose task only she can do. 

"So you do the bare minimum and expect praise for it? You think because we use this pretty body of yours that you should get rewarded?" Bora asks, her tongue prodding around, tonguefucking that quivering hole and slipping inside only for a brief moment of unearned pleasure that doesn’t last.

"Fuck! Please, I'm so close—" Gahyeon cries out as she grips the desk's edge, bucking her hips in a desperate manner, but she's denied by Bora's harsh stopping, once again pulling away right at the worst time.

"What do you think, should we let her cum now?" 

It’s a question meant for you, despite having the same answer in mind. All this slick wetness around her pretty mouth looks so good as she keeps devouring the poor thing so mercilessly, she can't even respond with proper words—not that anything that comes out would convince either of you. 

"Sounds like she really needs it,” you say, looking down at Gahyeon who lets out the most frantic nod. “So no—she doesn’t get to cum until I wreck that pretty little pussy."

Bora shares your enthusiasm while you step out of your pants and boxers, kicking off your shoes and stripping away your shirt while Gahyeon stays completely helpless, no longer a part of this negotiation about when she gets to have an orgasm. Once you’re all naked, you take up Bora's former position at the edge of the desk, pulling her back by her thighs and keeping that useless thong to the side before admiring her dripping pussy just dying to be filled up. 

"Have fun,” Bora says, with an adorable smirk across her pretty features as she stays put on the desk, getting her hands all over Gahyeon’s sensitive breasts, playing and pinching harder once you move back and tease that soaking entrance with the head of your cock. 

"I think this is my favorite part of her performance review," you say while swiping the head along those messy folds, getting your cock wet in all the abundant arousal that spills out. Then you line yourself up with that beautiful pussy—and sink all the way inside Gahyeon, as your entire shaft disappears into that warm, heavenly cunt.

“Oh my god—“ 

Her wet walls wrap perfectly, and you start off like you always do, pounding her needy pussy hard without pause from the get go, a sudden, relentless tempo that has her moaning out loud. And fuck, if it doesn't feel incredible, so hot and tight as slick surrounds you from every possible angle as you grab hold of those luscious legs and raise them high on your shoulders.

"Guess she really is worth the trouble, huh? That pussy is her only selling point," Bora says as your thrusts intensify, sliding in and out of that intoxicating heat with ease, your cock spreading Gahyeon’s wet pussy lips further apart as she gets taken just how she begs for. "So spoiled and greedy. You think just because you keep these balls emptied that you deserve a good review?" 

"Y-yes, don't I work hard? Always willing to take this cock? Even up my ass?" Gahyeon asks, trying to get words out in the midst of each merciless thrust. Bora pays her little mind, and you can hear the laugh she lets out even through all the moans, getting her hands all over that soft skin as she explores all her favorite parts of that gorgeous body she has access to.

"God, listen to this cock hungry whore talk like she actually puts in work. Getting fucked in that tight ass is part of your job duties," Bora says, swiping her tongue flat across Gahyeon's nipple before nibbling. "Don't forget it takes both our efforts to make you actually useful."

All this scolding does little to deter Gahyeon's warm, greedy little cunt from swallowing you up all the way to the hilt, tightening so wonderfully when you bottom her out. It's so perfect the way she sounds, these needy moans spilling right out as she clenches so hard, desperate to never let you go when you pick up speed and pound away into the welcome heat of her tight cunt. 

"Love your cock so fucking much, love the way it stretches me, just want to cum all over it," Gahyeon groans so desperately every time you snap your hips forward, not granting even a moment of respite railing her on your desk. Your rough thrusts make her breasts bounce beautifully, and Bora moves one of her hands down to stroke the younger girl's clit, helping bring her closer to that sweet release that she’ll do anything for at this point as she whines and begs for it.

"Not even a please? Where are your manners, slut? What do you say when a superior fucks your pussy like this?" Bora asks as her fingers work around that swollen bud, her voice silky and smooth as she savors the sloppy squelch of Gahyeon's hot cunt taking your entire length so well.

"Please—please let me cum, sir, let me cum on your amazing cock," Gahyeon whimpers out, and despite being denied earlier, your only plans involve giving her exactly what she needs to get there—because nothing will pull you out of this slick warmth until you've made a creamy mess inside. 

You’re both keeping her right on the edge, and the face that Gahyeon makes, you can tell the floodgates are going to burst regardless if she gets permission or not. It only takes a few more sharp thrusts to hit just right, pounding that cunt hard enough to make her eyes roll back as Bora rubs her clit in these vigorous little circles that get her writhing all over your desk. 

"Go ahead and cum all over that cock, you selfish little whore," Bora says, almost a demand as she kisses all across her neck and chest as Gahyeon tenses up. She takes your cock better than ever, absolutely helpless while you help bring her dangerously close to that needed release.

It’s almost pitiful how she can’t hold it any longer, not with the constant denial that's pushed her to the brink so many times, and not with the way you've got her folded in half, pounding so harshly from the start.

You give her a nod, and Gahyeon finally gets what she's so desperate for—trembling in pleasure, that pretty pussy convulsing around your shaft like a vice as a delicious gush of wetness floods your cock. The look on her blissed-out face when she cums hard on your soaked length keeps your hips pistoning so greedily, your rough strokes keeping this climax hitting so hard she can barely breathe—

Gahyeon just shakes and spasms while her cunt makes these violent twitches around your entire shaft, holding you hostage in place with moans that just build and build with every deep thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, can't stop cumming, please, sir, don't stop!" She repeats so loudly it's practically a sob, but she gets exactly what she needs—this unstoppable sensation of wetness pooling beneath her, threatening to push you out with every tight squeeze of her slick folds as she spills everything onto you. Bora doesn't stop the assault on her sensitive clit either, coaxing out more and more nectar to fuel your thrusts while you pump that pussy through one long, unrelenting orgasm.

But as good as this feels, and god, does it feel great—you need Gahyeon all to yourself, even if it means ditching your lovely colleague who's done so much to help her get off. 

Somehow, your cock pulls free, so, so glistening and dripping wet when she stares at it like a starved little slut. But before she can get any bright ideas, Bora is right there to claim you for herself, leaning over so she can clean you off—just her tongue taking a slow, leisurely drag all up and down along the sides, licking you up before her lips take over. 

"Hey—" Gahyeon protests weakly, heaving through these heavy breaths. Bora ignores her, starting with a light peppering of kisses to the head of your cock. Then within seconds, she has that tongue swirling a bit more enthusiastically before wrapping her pillowy lips tightly along your shaft and descending all the way down, humming approvingly on your brat-slickened shaft.

Bora bobs her pretty head up and down, all messy and lewd, slurping up Gahyeon's arousal from off your shaft without even a trace of a gag as she takes you so abruptly into her warm mouth. It’s more of a demonstration, the way she gets so deep, that all you can do is rest a palm on the back of her head while she goes to work, getting so sloppy within seconds. 

Once she cleans you enough, Bora pulls her lips off of you, that smile absolutely filthy when drool spills from her satisfied mouth when she glances at Gahyeon, every bit eager to get all filled up again. "Do you want this cock inside your little cunt again or do I get to finish him off?" 

Gahyeon can hardly speak, all sprawled out and still overwhelmed from her explosive orgasm, but manages a weak nod.  So, without a moment of hesitation, you peel her off the desk, getting rid of this bothersome blouse and skirt, but not bothering with the rest. And then Gahyeon is all yours, at your disposal, in this flimsy little thong with her breasts still spilling out of her bra, all vulnerable and entirely desperate for more—

You don't even have to say a thing when she's turning around and bending over to show the view, squishing her bare tits against the wooden desk and sticking that tight little ass of hers in the air.

A better invitation can’t possibly exist. 

"Seems she knows her place after all," Bora says, leaning in to press a deep, lasting kiss to your lips, so you can taste the faintest hint of Gahyeon's arousal before stepping aside to let you work. You give this brat a loud smack on her plump ass, watching how that pale flesh jiggles deliciously in front of you while she’s patiently waiting for the inevitable.

There's little time to waste, and even less time to tease as you sink back in between her cheeks, every inch buried back into that slippery, warm entrance, earning another loud groan when you slam back into her cunt.

"It's the only thing she seems to understand," you say, and grab those wide hips, thrusting deep while pulling her back onto your cock so forcefully that there's no way to ignore each vocal, lewd sound, the wet slaps and desperate whines filling the room.

Bora watches carefully, almost jealous she doesn’t have the full view of how your cock slips out, lingering a moment between each relentless thrust, to plunge all the way back. Gahyeon’s mouth just can't stay silent, each breath more lustful and heavy as she devolves into an absolute mess her cunt so dripping wet with your cock buried as deep as it'll go, whimpering for more. 

“Fuck her harder, make sure she knows who’s in charge. Wanna see you destroy that cunt,” Bora orders and leans in, your lips meeting hers once more, tongues intermingling while you don’t let up pounding away, not giving her any mercy in the slightest. "Wish I could have that huge cock tearing me apart again, she can hardly take you like I can."

"Maybe I'll just stop fucking this brat so you can get a turn instead. My cock feels much better in your pussy than it does hers. Always does."

"Hey!" 

Gahyeon starts to complain in between moans, but it's quickly cut off by your rough, repeated thrusts, your hips slamming her against your office desk to shut her right up. It’s not the truth, because honestly, there is no comparison between these two perfect women, but you’re not going to let her know that. 

"Tempting,” Bora says, pondering your suggestion. “Watching is just as good. I get to look at this pretty little toy take all your cock, how she gets used for what she is. But unlike this useless whore, I can be patient.”

The thought of Bora all spread out on your desk, tits out, bouncing away, dripping with sweat—it makes you fuck the blonde a little harder, much deeper, thrusting over and over again, the grip on those wide hips making bruises like you’re imagining the very thing happening.

“Her cunt is so fucking good, so tight. Guess she deserves this pounding and all my cum then,” you growl, plunging faster with no remorse into her wetness, making those full, plump cheeks bounce against your hips. But you hardly settle into a rhythm before you decide on a different direction, and pull her up off the desk, capturing her arms behind her back and taking a few steps behind to fuck her completely upright.

“Oh my god, fuck, sir, just like that—fucking use me!” Gahyeon pleads, her toes barely touching the floor as your full weight presses into her petite frame, arms hooked around her own to get your body pinned completely against hers. 

She's so small compared to you, and from this angle you're able to hammer into her with no trouble, giving your hips total freedom and complete control. There’s nothing for this pretty girl to anchor herself to, so you make her take it all, using her body to the fullest potential as much as you want while those perfect breasts bounce and bounce with each pump. 

"Bet she wishes her pathetic cunt could take this as well as mine," Bora giggles, and takes a seat back on the edge of the desk, hopping into position to be a proud spectator. Leaning back, she bites her lip and gets all comfortable in order to enjoy the view, skirt hiked up and panties down to her ankles, showing off that wetness as she spreads those legs, rubbing at that pretty cunt. 

"Can't show up on time, but you can certainly be a good little fuck toy,” you say, keeping your eyes locked on how those perfect cheeks jiggle deliciously inches away. “That cunt grips my cock so fucking hard, Gahyeon—do you think you deserve for me to fuck a load into you?" 

"Y—yes! So bad, yes!" Gahyeon desperately whimpers, nodding her head frantically, her feet struggling to stay grounded as your thick shaft pistons inside her slick warmth. Her bare ass meets your hips again and again, these hypnotic ripples a constant reminder of how in control you are over her. 

"Forgot the magic word, slut. Maybe he should paint that pretty fucking face instead and make you walk out of here without any clothes or dignity left,” Bora says, and the thought is so enticing—but requires restraint that you don’t quite have anymore. 

"Fuck, please, sorry, sir—please use my little cunt and dump everything, every single drop of your huge fucking load. Please, sir, fucking cum in my cunt, god, please—" Gahyeon's a rambling, blathering mess, driven to the point of delirium from her pussy getting such a thorough pounding, and it just all fuels your thrusts for more. 

"Just a worthless toy for us to fuck, that's all we hired you for isn't it?" you growl into her ear, the harsh sounds of flesh on flesh echoing with every harsh slam of your hips. You do everything to keep Gahyeon steady, filling her with every inch as those velvety walls take your length without protest, clenching hard and dripping all over your shaft. 

"Y-yes, sir, please keep using me. Fuck this tight pussy just how you want, empty those balls, I'm only good at getting my holes filled—“ 

Bora's in her own world, plunging fingers deep into her tight cunt, mesmerized by the view and loving how she's the reason you're fucking Gahyeon’s brains out right in front of her. She loves it—that power trip, and those pretty fingers take full advantage, letting her wetness guide them straight back and forth inside her until the slow squelches from deep within barely become audible over the slapping of your hips and your assistant’s desperate, whimpered pleas.

Gahyeon is nothing short of incoherent right now, tossing her head back against your body and screaming at the top of her lungs, begging you to fill her with hot, sticky cum. She’ll get just that, but only when you’re ready—she'll have to endure this pounding, getting her greedy little cunt used however you deem fit in order to earn her reward.

"God, you're so wet—such a messy fucking cunt. You really are nothing but a warm hole for this fucking cock, aren’t you, Gahyeon?” 

Those words piped right into her ears are nothing new to this girl, only adding a new layer of arousal, making this greedy pussy gush around your shaft in the most irresistible of ways. You have to pause between thrusts, giving yourself a long chance to savor at how she drips so much all over you, those glistening lips parted to welcome such an easy entry when you bury yourself into balls fucking deep each time.

"I'm so wet because of your big fucking cock, sir.” Bora can only laugh in between the sinful sounds of her wet fingers sliding so deep within her slippery depths. There’s no discretion here in the slightest, nothing held back about how she lets her fingers dive straight to her core, stuffing that dripping cunt, trying to make up the difference for something far better.

"Look at her, little brat does know how to be formal," Bora says, continuing to fuck herself so shamelessly, like she's jealous of Gahyeon's current position."But I've got a better idea for your slutty mouth." 

That smirk is all you need to get the message, as she removes her thong and zips her skirt right off, scooting back on the desk to lay herself bare and spread wide open. You bring Gahyeon right on over, letting go of her body so Bora can guide her head to that dripping entrance. 

Gahyeon clearly doesn't mind as she plunges her tongue into Bora's cunt, circling away hungrily as you continue to ram into her tight little pussy. This gives Bora exactly what she wants, her hand settling on the back of the other girl's head. pulling so close to fully smother her between those creamy thighs.

"I want you to eat this cunt just like your job depends on it," Bora orders, getting a handful of blonde locks in the process, tugging without concern. "Because it fucking does." 

There's not a moment spared when Gahyeon starts running her tongue up and down along the pink, soaked slit of your colleague’s delicious pussy, and now you’re the one who feels a hint of jealousy. But when you have such a slick tightness surrounding your cock, all of that becomes a trivial matter, ramming into this useless little thing so harshly, to make those cheeks bounce and push her tiny frame against Bora.

"There you go, eat my fucking pussy while I watch your cunt get ruined. Fuck, he's going so hard, can you even handle him this deep?" Bora asks, and strokes a hand through Gahyeon's hair, keeping her thighs firmly locked around her head. And all Gahyeon can offer back in response is muffled cries as she laps up the sweet taste, eager for more. 

Bora keeps her gaze on you, her bedroom eyes full of lust as she rides Gahyeon's pretty face, not letting up for a second. "Fuck, can't get enough can you?—little whore will eat my cunt until she passes out If i let her," she says, rocking her hips to grind against that eager mouth, indulging in the endless attention. 

She's stuck right between you two, being fucked so senseless she can barely take it, desperate to lick Bora until her mouth goes numb. Through every thrust, she’s lapping up those wet messy folds, savoring every drop she can of that slick sweetness. Gahyeon can hardly manage to breathe like this, suffocated by those perfect thighs, but that certainly won’t stop her from going to town on her boss. 

And of course, you don’t let up for a moment, maintaining the same relentless pace to sheathe your cock inside this needy fucking brat, every thrust forcing her right back into Bora who keeps her trapped right there. 

"Such a perfect fucking pussy, taking every inch like a good slut," you say, smacking her ass roughly, again and again. Gahyeon clenches so tightly after each hit, each sting lingering far too long, those delicious cheeks turning redder with every strike. She's just a mess beneath you, moaning into Bora's pussy while giving her all, and when you push your thumb into her asshole, those muffled, frantic cries get even louder. 

"This is where my cock should be, buried in your ass—but you haven't quite earned that privilege yet.” 

Your thumb slides in as deep as you can get, all the way past that tight ring of muscle, stretching her back entrance out before you pull out and leave it painfully empty, bringing back both hands to their rightful place on those sinful hips once again. Gahyeon can’t even protest with Bora’s cunt pressed up against her mouth so forcefully, that blonde mess of hair clutched so tightly between her fingers. 

“Who does that slutty fucking cunt belong to?" Bora asks in such a harsh, demanding tone, using the strands wrapped around her fingers like reins to bury Gahyeon’s face deeper against her pussy, practically fucking her face at this point. 

And again, the only response comes in the form of pathetic whimpers while trying desperately to keep licking, these sloppy sounds loud and clear as Bora smears her own arousal everywhere on Gahyeon’s features, not even interested in the pleasure, but how utterly debauched she can make her look. 

“Need an answer, brat. Asked you a fucking question, didn’t I?” 

Drowning in lust, Gahyeon barely manages to pull back, slurred speech following with gasps for air when Bora forces her mouth off for a moment. "B-both. It belongs to both of you—my tight little pussy is just a useless toy for my bosses to use," Gahyeon mumbles out, nearly sobbing as you pound away, using her perfect little body for your pleasure alone.

"Good whore," Bora coos as she shoves that face back between her legs, that greedy mouth finding all the right ways to please. Gahyeon eats her pussy so hungrily, like she’ll simply die if she can’t satisfy her, and when those moans slip out of Bora’s lips louder, it gets you throbbing so hard as you sink in repeatedly to her warm, slick entrance. 

It’s quite the sight. The tight grip Bora has on Gahyeon, her nails digging so deep into her scalp while this relentless onslaught of thrusts has you pumping deep—it’s just what that greedy pussy needs, and suddenly you feel a series of impossibly tight clenches, juices flowing all over your cock one more time. 

"Greedy fucking slut. Did we even say you could cum again?" you ask Gahyeon, though it's not like she’s going to let that deter her. And certainly, it’s not helping your own case when her pussy squeezes like this, begging for another release. 

"S-sorry, sir—couldn't help it, your cock feels too good," Gahyeon says, voice muffled between Bora's full thighs as you hammer into her like there’s only one end to this. She licks through Bora's folds frantically to get back into her good graces, her messy, swollen lips latching on to her clit, slurping on it hard enough to get a loud gasp out of her. 

"If only you worked as hard as you eat me out, maybe we wouldn't have such a problem on our hands,"Bora says, losing composure and letting her head roll back. There's only so much of this you can handle, Gahyeon between those succulent thighs while you rail her from behind with everything you have left to give. 

One more smack on that plump ass, and the grip on her hips gets so rough as you reach closer to the end, forcing every inch in that slippery, slick cunt and brace for impact. 

"Gonna fucking cum—your tight fucking pussy is gonna make me cum," you groan out, digging your fingertips into her pliant, soft flesh as this overwhelming pleasure gets even stronger with each bury into that dripping wet heat. "God, I'm going to pump this useless cunt full, you selfish little brat—"

"Fucking fill her, fill that little whore up with every single drop. Make that cum drip out of our pretty fucking toy.” 

You punctuate your words with a sharp, hard slam as Gahyeon crumbles yet again, unable to warn when another intense orgasm hits, causing that silky tightness to become impossible to resist. Bora isn't so far behind either, hips bucking up, thighs gripping the younger girl's head tightly, a muffled sound from where Gahyeon's buried face-first between them—the only sign of a proper climax happening.

After these two collectively fall apart, you're the only one left standing. 

So you indulge yourself, pumping so roughly into the warmth of Gahyeon, the endless tightness surrounding you in wetness as you give in completely, plowing into her until your final thrusts, those last few moments where you lose all control and fucking unload—

And with Gahyeon bent over so beautifully like this, mouth full of Bora's cunt, you fill her greedy fucking pussy to the brim, firing your release so deep—spurt after hot spurt until there’s nothing left for you to spill inside. Through every lingering moment, your hips keep up with the mess you’re emptying into this cunt, fucking every drop inside as deep as it'll go, and savoring the way those slick walls demand you stay buried for as long as you can possibly manage.

It’s a beautiful fucking picture. 

"What a perfect little cumdump we've hired ourselves…" you murmur under your breath, all winded and exhausted as you ride out this intense high. Only when it dissipates do you slowly pull your cock out from Gahyeon’s messy cunt, filled to the absolute brim. 

You’re greeted with a beautiful flood of hot sticky warmth that leaks out, a white mess that trickles down the inside of Gahyeon's thighs, glistening in the warm office light. "Guess we'll have to keep her after all."

Breathing heavily, Gahyeon stays bent over your desk, about ready to collapse. She doesn't say a word as Bora gingerly rolls off the desk to shuffle behind her, running fingers through those beautiful, cum-filled pussy lips that plunge deep in her well-used entrance. Bora collects a taste, turning around and sucking her fingers so lewdly.

"You really filled her up nicely," Bora says with the faintest of grins. "She might even get a positive review if this keeps up."

Gahyeon stays collapsed against the desk, the wooden surface the only thing keeping her upright, body almost limp as she plays with her cunt so shamelessly for the pair of you to view. Bora leans over, guiding her head to kiss her, tongue delving deep into her mouth to sample just how delicious their mixed juices must taste. "What do you say when your boss dumps a huge fucking load inside your pretty cunt?" 

"Th-thank you sir," Gahyeon manages to say, completely out of breath and still clinging onto the desk.

"So you do have some manners,” Bora says, returning behind Gahyeon, spreading her cheeks wide like she wants to see more of your load drip out. “What do you think, ready to work on that performance review?" 

There's not much you have to say, running your hands over Gahyeon's sweaty, exhausted figure, tracing fingers up her spine that sends a shiver. "Employee takes orders well. Easily persuaded. Works hard. Especially when it comes to pleasing her boss with her tight fucking cunt..." 

"Really don't think I can add that last part in,” you respond, giving Gahyeon one last smack on her ass that makes more cum leak out. 

"Rephrase it then," Bora says with a cheeky laugh and pulls you close, giving your lips a tender kiss. "Guess we should get dressed before someone needs us. It's almost time for lunch."

"Can we order delivery again?" Gahyeon suggests as she hobbles over to collect her discarded garments, still struggling to hold any real semblance of balance. "I can barely feel my legs..."

"What do you think? Minji won't mind putting it on the company card again," Bora says. 

"Why not? Pizza sounds good."

“Pizza it is.” 

✦ ✦

After an extended lunch break, you’re back in the office, sitting in your office chair ready to fill out Gahyeon’s performance review. Of course, Gahyeon can never sit still—she’s compelled to sweeten the pot, with her shirt tossed away and your pants down to your ankles, on her knees underneath your desk, bobbing her head so frantically between your legs. 

You say little while most of your focus is on this report, filling in whatever you think fits, what exceeds expectations and what needs improvement—somehow trying to keep it related to work while this needy girl slobbers on your length.

Bora's still there, perched up on your desk, legs crossed, using her phone to catch up on emails and indulge on pizza, paying no attention to what’s happening while Gahyeon has every inch stuffed in her pretty mouth.

"Must you gag so loudly? You're distracting me,” you murmur out, and she glances over with a playful smile on those devilish lips, because you both know that's what you like to hear, despite your protest that falls on deaf ears. If only there were a rating for how good Gahyeon sucks dick, you ponder—you’d give her full marks. 

"It's part of the fun," Gahyeon giggles, barely pulling her mouth off your hard, throbbing cock, just to push those lips back down further than before, gurgling and slurping lewdly. "Besides, you love when I choke on your cock, don't you, sir?"

"Only because it gets you to shut up. I swear it's the only way I can get any work done here."

You glance over briefly from your computer monitor, observing as the other woman in the room completely ignores this depraved show that's going on only a few inches away. Without a single sound she reads over and replies to emails, taking a sip of cola to wash down a third slice of pizza. "Our Friday morning staff meeting starts at noon now. It's been moved up. Something about how Minji won’t be back from her business trip until then.” 

With her heels dangling freely in the air, Bora shoves the rest of her slice in her mouth before picking back up where she left off, continuing with her phone. It’s not exactly subtle, the distraction she creates, her skirt short enough to catch your eye, with that pretty glistening pussy in plain view, knowing full well you can stare with her panties long forgotten somewhere in this room. 

And while you try to create positives out of thin air for this report, the ravenous slurps and groans from underneath your desk somehow get louder in your ears, as the suction of Gahyeon’s soft lips sliding up and down your cock fight for your attention. 

“Does that mean I don't have to come in early?" Gahyeon asks, popping her lips off your shaft with a thick string of saliva still connected. 

"Absolutely not," Bora says, irrationally annoyed at such a question. "You still have to bring us breakfast and coffee first thing in the morning. Don't even think about sleeping in." 

Those messy lips pout as she forces herself back down onto your length, gurgling loudly and choking in a way you know is deliberately over-the-top, as if she's protesting through a mouthful of dick. You ignore it, and turn your attention back to the screen, because you need to add just the perfect closing remarks to this performance review, even while your favorite blonde fucktoy gets so sloppy and obscene on your throbbing cock. 

You should get a raise for this alone, for finding praise for Gahyeon’s work where there is absolutely none. 

"And wear something nice. You can have your tits out here all you want, but cover up when you're outside this office. I don't want to get scolded again because you can't hide that tight little ass of yours,” Bora adds, picking off a pepperoni on one of the last few slices left in the box. 

Gahyeon can hardly reply coherently, and honestly, it sounds more like she's gagging on your cock just to spite Bora—she's heard this exact lecture three times this week already.

"Maybe everyone at the meeting wants to see my tight little ass hanging out the back of the skirt I'm wearing tomorrow, have you considered that?" Gahyeon whines, lips making a trail of spit when she pulls off for only a second before she plunges right back down, lips down to your base so fast it makes your head spin.

Bora suddenly looks up with a grimace. "Are you getting uppity with me, Lee Gahyeon? See what happens if you show up at that meeting dressed like a slut." 

With her sinful lips far too busy for a response, Gahyeon keeps that warm fucking mouth sucking away, because she knows better not to respond again—for once. It's for the best, for both of you, because you don't have the energy to reprimand her now, as you finish the last few paragraphs. One click of the send button, and it's finished, straight to Minji who’ll look over it after she comes back from her trip. 

Now that you’ve checked that off, you push your chair away to give Gahyeon more room as she follows your cock, those wet lips working their magic without anything to get in the way of this heavenly blowjob. 

"Gahyeon—" 

"Yes, boss?"

"Those tits, Gahyeon. Your mouth is great, really great—but show me what those fucking tits can do. Remind me why I just gave you a good review.” 

"Yes, sir. Of course." And with that she undoes her bra, letting the lacy fabric slide down her arms before tossing it across the room, straightening her back and guiding your cock between her heavy breasts. There’s hardly a moment to breathe when she squeezes them together around you, enveloping your cock with all this soft flesh. 

"How's that, sir?" Gahyeon breathes out softly, looking for approval while she uses the warmth of those tits as they smother and massage every last inch.

The constant stimulation around your sensitive shaft is pure perfection, and even better is when she gets into this rhythm, bouncing those tits with her palms to fuck your cock between them. You lean back in your chair and sigh, enjoying this moment with your undivided attention. 

"Fuck, this feels incredible. Those tits are fucking perfect, keep going—“ 

Gahyeon smiles, and keeps the friction going, so soft and slick every time she spits in between her abundant cleavage, picking up speed to keep you trapped. The sight of this is more than enough to lose it—your cock disappearing between those beautiful fucking breasts, feeling that heat every time Gahyeon brings her tongue back into play, so desperate to please you.

"Do I get to skip the meeting if I use my tits to make you cum?"

Bora scoffs at that, turning her gaze downwards, offended even at the thought of that question. Without even looking up—not that you’d ever have a reason when you have this view in between your legs, you don't dare answer the question. Because if you had the option, you'd absolutely tell her yes. 

So with this devilish eye contact, Gahyeon keeps pumping her tits, sliding your cock between them like she'll do anything to get out of that meeting. But Bora’s not exactly too keen on being ignored, as she tosses her phone on the desk, watching how this show plays out. 

"Are we bribing our bosses now, Lee Gahyeon?" Bora asks, crossing her arms with an icy glare that she flashes. "Such a bold little thing—like you don’t miss out on enough work as is. Did you forget we're both in control here? You're not the only one whose tits can make this cock explode." 

Gahyeon isn’t sure how to respond to that, lips quivering, realizing the look on Bora's face is more than a little serious. But that doesn't stop her from using her cleavage to the fullest, determined and focused, intent on doling out as much pleasure as you can take. In the corner of your eye, you can see Bora sitting up, tugging her shirt off, followed by her bra to display those equally wonderful breasts ready to get involved in whatever fashion she sees fit.

"Lee Gahyeon, you're done." And just like that, the younger girl comes to a halt, tilting her head in confusion.

"B-but, Boss—"

Bora raises an eyebrow to that objection. "How many times have I warned you about talking back? Get off his cock. Now. I want you to clean this place up instead, it’s a fucking mess." 

"W-wait, that's not fair—" She looks to you for support, but you’re not interested in getting on Bora’s bad side. Sooner or later, all that defiance has a breaking point. 

"Better do what she says, Gahyeon, you know how she gets. If Bora says you're done, then you're done—" Bora smiles at that, glad she has her partner-in-crime on her side for this. And reluctantly, Gahyeon eases off your cock with disappointment written all over her face, making you sigh a little when the warmth of those incredible breasts gets taken off you. She gathers up all the clothes scattered on the floor, moping a little when she steps out from the desk to put them back on. 

"And organize all our documents when you're finished. Put them away in alphabetical order. By date too."

"Y-yes ma'am."

Bora takes up her former position, dropping to her knees as she reaches for your cock with the intention of finishing the job. One of her delicate hands rubs your thighs, ensuring the stiffness in your cock never leaves for a second. "Mine now." 

"Little harsh, wasn't that?"

"Harsh? She's never going to learn otherwise,” Bora says, stroking your cock that only has one destination in mind. “Ever since she's gotten fully hired, little brat’s gotten a little too comfortable getting what she wants. Or do you want her to talk back all the time?"

"Bora, you can't just send her off like that—and it's not a competition."

"No, it isn't—is it? Not when my tits are clearly bigger and better.“ 

You’re not sure how to react to that, but you don’t get a chance to when she leans forward to slip you in her mouth, sucking on the head of your cock while continuing those tender strokes. Somehow, you’ve almost forgotten how divine Bora’s blowjobs are, how soft those lips are, a stark contrast from the rough facefucking that Gahyeon always begs for. 

"We both know I'm better than that useless slut anyway..."

Her mouth is so warm and wonderful, taking your cock deeper and deeper with each push until she can take every inch, filling up her throat entirely without any struggle, almost showing off to Gahyeon how it’s done. And yeah, she might give better head than your younger assistant, but there's always going to be something special about what that brat does that makes her irresistible, that innocent face mixed with all the lust in her eyes. 

But then Bora pulls her mouth off your cock with a pop, and you know there's only one place left for it to go—trapping it between her supple, equally impressive breasts, where the weight of them surrounds your cock in blissful friction. It feels just as good, maybe even better, as those sizable tits make your cock ache for more, the way Bora pushes them tight around you like she never wants to let go. 

"So what about this? My tits feel just as good, don't they?" Bora asks, finding a rhythm as all this soft flesh squeezes around the entirety of your length. She's far too confident for her own good, that's for sure, but that's exactly what you enjoy about her, that and indulging in that hot, tight body of hers. 

"I do love your tits, Kim Bora. How long has it been since I last saw my cock trapped between them?"

"It has been a while. Your cock looks so good between them," Bora sighs, smirking away as she keeps this tight seal of warm flesh between her cleavage, hands cupping them around your aching shaft. "Too long if you have to ask. But you're usually too busy eating my ass to ever want to fuck my tits."

"Can you really blame me? That ass is too perfect, Kim Bora—the way you always bend over for me at the copy machine, what else am I supposed to do but bury my tongue inside?” 

She can’t help but beam at the praise, as you lean back in your chair, relaxing to bask in the moment while Bora uses this glorious pair of tits to please your needy, throbbing length. But even while your cock gets perfectly sandwiched between them, you can’t help but feel a little bad for Gahyeon, how quickly and forcefully Bora dismissed her from what she adores—but she only has herself to blame for that. By this point, she should know better not to push those buttons. Consequences have never been something Gahyeon is good at dealing with. 

"See, you've barely missed her anyway. Not when these tits must feel so fucking nice," Bora coos, and picks up the pace just enough, bringing so much delicious pressure to squeeze your cockhead every time her breasts massage from base to tip.

“God, that feels so good—you really need to do this more often.” 

“Maybe I will. Really takes the edge off work, doesn’t it?” 

You nod, unable to vocalize anything else as you glance around the room to see what Gahyeon has done—but surprisingly, the place looks even cleaner than you've seen it, filing cabinet pulled out while she sorts through various papers and documents stored, floor free of everything that tumbled off the desk earlier. 

Your attention isn’t stolen for long, as your gaze turns back to those soft, heavenly breasts that Bora offers so freely, sliding your cock between them like it’s her job to make you moan. "Do you want me to make you cum like this? Cum all over my big fucking tits?"

An enticing offer to say the least, and not an thing easily to ignore—so hard to refuse when she gives your cock this level of attention, but still, there's something more you want, something that even surpasses the stimulation these amazing breasts give. Bora senses your hesitation, slowing down her strokes while you work through the indecision. “If this isn’t doing the trick, then I can jump on your dick and finish you off that way. Bounce these heavy things in your face while you cum inside me?"

"You really spoil me sometimes, Kim Bora. That sounds better, much much better..." 

"Well, you deserve to be spoiled after dealing with this ungrateful brat all week. Now you can just relax and let me take care of everything… I'll make you cum so hard you forget all about her." That's all the convincing Bora needs, giving your cock one more moment of this delicious friction as she pulls away and gets undressed, skirt dropping, panties gone within seconds. 

Then comes your favorite part—you get to witness the glory of that sinful, naked body, those enticing curves, with thighs so deliciously thick, and that glistening cunt, smooth and shaven, just ready to wrap around your throbbing cock until it milks you dry. 

Bora positions herself to straddle your waist in your office chair, lining up your cock at her wet, warm entrance, more than eager to ride your length to completion. "I’ve missed this huge cock stretching me. Fucking brat had it for too long." 

You chuckle. "Didn't I fuck you yesterday? In the copy room while Gahyeon was printing out everything for our meeting this week?"

"If it's been more than twenty-four hours, it's been too fucking long. That doesn’t count.” 

Without giving you a moment to reply, Bora drops right down, taking your throbbing shaft to the hilt in one fluid motion, that hot, gripping pussy swallowing you up without warning. This girl knows exactly how to angle her body, shoving those beautiful breasts right into your face as she starts to move her sinful hips, riding your cock fast and hard right from the start. 

“Fuck, Bora, that tight pussy could make me forget my own fucking name—“ 

Not a second gets wasted indulging in those perfect tits. While Bora gyrates her hips, you grab two perfect handfuls of that bountiful chest, sucking hard on each of her nipples, and savoring how incredibly soft her breasts feel in your hands as she slams down against you. 

"Missed having this cock splitting me open. God, you feel so fucking good inside me. Such a good fucking stretch."

"And I missed having these perfect tits in my mouth. Nobody knows how to ride me better than you do, baby."

Bora smiles as she runs her fingers through your hair, encouraging this lavish attention with each eager bounce that has her tight walls squeezing with such a harsh grip. "Don't you forget that. I've missed creaming on your cock so much. Gahyeon got her way more than she should have, but you're all mine now."

All you can do is keep your mouth on those pretty, stiffened buds, flicking your tongue playfully along them as your cock gets so slippery inside this wet heat. 

It's enough to take your mind off things—not just work, or Gahyeon, but everything, with the way her hips rock, giving you such a beautiful view of her breasts bouncing, now drenched in your saliva while your aching hardness disappears into her impossibly slick warmth. 

"Fucking hell, Bora, how are you always so—god, how is your cunt always this fucking tight," you groan out, burying your face into her breasts, relishing this wetness, the warmth, the absolute perfection that surrounds your cock as she rides you relentlessly on your chair.

"Because your cock belongs right here, buried balls deep inside me. My tight little cunt loves every inch of you, baby," she coos softly, bringing your lips to hers for the sweetest little kiss.

And no doubt Gahyeon can still hear every detail from across the room, cleaning away and reorganizing everything just as told without question, unusually quiet, the most obedient she's ever been. Maybe she's learning after all—or maybe she thinks she’ll get a turn again if she behaves. 

But god, Bora feels so good on top of you—her hips driving down to take the entirety of your length with ease, her delicious bouncy tits right in your face. With every movement, her slick, warm walls grip your cock to milk another orgasm with an urgency that you've never seen before. 

It's enough to make you throb and twitch uncontrollably, and you just can't get enough of these tits, switching back and forth, squeezing whatever isn't trapped in your mouth, completely drunk on lust.

"Fuck, you love them, don't you? Could suck and lick these things all day and never tire of them, couldn't you? Mm, fuck—love when you play with them, when you’re so rough, it feels too good," Bora says, head tilted back and savoring your hungry mouth as you indulge in this feast, sucking her tits like you’re starved—

"You know me too well, Kim Bora. Your tits are just so addictive—I could spend the whole day like this if I had the choice.” 

Part of you tries to stay as composed and dignified as you can, but it's harder than usual, with Bora always managing to stifle anything that leaves your mouth after each harsh bounce, spreading warmth and wetness everywhere along the way.

"Who says you don't get that choice? We'll just cancel that stupid meeting with the team tomorrow so you can play with my perfect fucking tits, and pump as many loads inside me as you want."

"Don't tempt me," you say in between lewd slurps of her swollen tits, before you sit back just to take in the view, enjoying the show that her delectable body so graciously puts on display for you. 

"Since when has it ever been hard not to tempt you?" Bora questions, and you’re in no position to give a proper answer when she buries you to the hilt, those thighs crashing down against your own and working tirelessly to find the spot that drives you absolutely mad. She gets so wild with those hips, and the bliss is incomparable to how Gahyeon rides you—her determination to prove a point, that she'll always be superior in every aspect.

"Fuck, you ride my cock so fucking well, Bora—think I'm about ready to burst." And with a coy, knowing smile, the pace gets out of control as Bora rides without grace or decency, hell-bent on making you cum as fast as she can. It's just a constant slap of her bare ass against your lap, impaling that needy pussy repeatedly to make your balls tense up with every tight clench.

“Good, that’s what I love to hear. Cum inside, need you to blow a fucking load right in me. Fucking fill me up, you know this is where your cum belongs."

You can't do anything else at this point, hypnotized by how Bora bounces on your cock, those gorgeous tits right in your face. And if that wasn’t enough to deal with, her perfect sopping cunt squeezes so hard, desperate to finish you off that there’s no way for you to hold on—

The heat becomes too much, and you can't help but reach out and grab that plump ass, digging into the flesh and groaning in complete delight as you wait for the unavoidable to take over. 

"Gonna fucking cum in you, god, your pussy feels too fucking good," you growl, and that just encourages Bora to drive down faster, picking up the pace with no signs of stopping, on a desperate mission to bring you to completion in the swiftest, easiest fashion possible. She lets out a slew of filthy moans, hands on your chest, and you're torn between wanting to look into Bora's eyes, or gaze at those heavy tits that jiggle in sync with her deadly hips.

“Unload it all, baby—“ 

There's not even enough time to make a decision—all you see is Bora smiling wide as she takes one last rock of her hips that sends your cock over the edge, and you finally explode inside her with a deep groan, flooding that hot cunt with so much thick, sticky cum. Each buck of your hips helps that load flow free, spilling it all and painting her insides white as her walls milk every drop for all it's worth, desperate to coax out everything left in your balls, every last spurt until that pretty cunt overflows.

When she’s wrung everything out of you, Bora's more than a little breathless. Her hips still move to claim all your seed as she steals a heated kiss from your lips, arms wrapping around your neck. You just stare at her, at the sweat dripping down her neck, eager to take a taste while you drag your tongue up and down to do just that. 

"Knew I can make you cum better than that dumb blonde slut,” she says, and all that heat from her filled cunt makes you throb with oversensitivity as her hips slow down, bouncing in your lap so lazily. 

"You're cute when you're jealous."

"Jealous? I'm not fucking jealous. How could I be? I'm so much better in every goddamn way, including fucking you," Bora snaps back, brushing the hair away from her face and shifting back a little, making you wince from how sensitive your spent cock is inside her. 

"You're not wrong. But you're still jealous, Kim Bora."

"Whatever, as if I could be threatened by a useless whore who'll cum on anything she's given." Bora's never been good at hiding her anger, getting all snappy when you tease her just a little. But also, she can’t help but love what you’ve spilled inside, wanting you to get a good glimpse. So rather gingerly, her hips lift up, letting your shaft slip free, as this thick, creamy mess oozes out, right above your lap with your combined fluids. 

"Gahyeon—" Bora says, as she shifts focus in her direction, only now noticing how spotless and organized everything looks as she hops back up on your desk, legs spread wide to display your load still leaking out. 

"Yes, boss?" she replies eagerly, glancing over with wide, anticipating eyes, as she stands at attention and awaits another order. 

"Stop what you're doing and come clean my cunt up. That's all I'm willing to let you have."

"Right away, ma'am." Of course, only when she gets the chance to taste your cum out of Bora does Gahyeon not give a modicum of attitude, so quick to stop her tasks, falling to her knees right in front. 

Without delay, she dives in, and Bora sighs softly when Gahyeon laps up the cum that flows from her messy, wet slit, pushing her tongue inside to seek out more. Because she knows this is her only chance for your seed, and she can't miss it for anything. 

"Good girl... so you do know how to follow orders. But only when they're beneficial, hmm?”

There’s nothing but a satisfied hum when Gahyeon swipes her tongue back and forth between Bora's creamy pussy lips, making sure none of that warm load goes to waste, as she uses your taste for an incentive to finish the job. Bora is still a bit exhausted, those heaving breasts still gaining your attention as she sits patiently with her legs parted, watching Gahyeon lick every inch of her clean.

"Alright, enough. That's all you get," Bora says as she pushes her away, shutting her legs, and Gahyeon immediately pouts with those lips soaked in cum, eyes narrowing. "What do you say, brat?"

"Thank you, boss. You're so delicious."

"Better thank him too, most of that came from his balls." Gahyeon quickly shifts her focus towards you, eyes looking so bright and innocent, as if she's waiting for another chance to dole out her gratitude.

"Thank you, sir. May I?" she asks, eyes right at your shaft, and you let out a little nod. Gahyeon scoots over closer and takes your cock back in her mouth, so shamelessly without a second of hesitation. 

"So fucking greedy. What are we going to do with you, Gahyeon?" Bora shakes her head, chuckling out loud as Gahyeon cleans up the excess seed and your throbbing shaft all over with a hungry tongue and hollowed-out cheeks, sloppy and loud, slurping with purpose.

If you’re not careful, you know she’ll try to make you cum again, despite Bora trying to limit her indulgence, but you don’t even care about any sensitivity when she looks so good on your cock—lips so fucking pouty and eyes pleading.

"Stay right there, Gahyeon. You stay right fucking there until I say otherwise," you order her, making her eyes go wide as you grab the back of her head, burying yourself to the hilt to keep your cock nestled in her throat. Gahyeon complies without protest, being the perfect cockwarmer as she lets your shaft rest in the cozy embrace of her throat, completely stuffed, so quiet and just obediently holding in place, tongue laying flat to let you relish in the warmth. 

"Good fucking girl," Bora giggles, and those deep, pretty eyes of Gahyeon look right at you as your cock holds her tight throat open. She does her best not to move, this pleased look on her face every time you throb inside, staying nice and hard between those hungry lips. "Keeping that mouth full is the only way to stop you from complaining."

Gahyeon certainly makes a pretty picture like this, struggling to contain every ounce of desperation, unable to move or talk.  Her lips stay pressed up against the base of your shaft as she stares right up at you, like she needs a hot mouthful of cum to fill her belly like it’s the only thing that’ll settle her down. 

"What do you think, feel like taking the rest of the week off and fuck our gorgeous, needy assistant at your place?" Bora asks, and leans over to take advantage of the view, looking right at those thick fucking lips wrapped around you as you resist the urge to use her mouth to ease the frustration she’s caused. "How does that sound, Gahyeon? You want that dick stuffing your holes all night, don't you?"

"That's not a bad idea," you say, to which Gahyeon nods as a sign of agreement, muffled sounds from her stuffed lips just enough to get a smile out of you when your thumb reaches over to wipe drool off her bottom lip. "Think I'd rather pound this brat's ass all weekend than go to another fucking meeting."

"Even better." There's a big smirk on Bora's face, running her fingers through Gahyeon's blonde locks. "Is that what you want, slut? Want this thick cock to stretch out that pretty little asshole of yours? Make you scream without having the entire office hear what a huge whore you are?"

After you ease Gahyeon's mouth off of your cock, she inhales deeply before finally responding, lips glistening from saliva as she smiles brightly. "Fuck, please, sir—it's been so long since you've put that big dick in my ass—so fucking long."

You both know there's no truth to those words; hardly a day's gone by that you haven't slid your cock into this girl's asshole, while she's staring outside your office window, or the bathroom mirror after you've buried your face in between those plump cheeks. Regardless, you'll let her maintain this little charade, let her get the anticipation going in hopes of more.

"Let's get going then," Bora says, getting back on her feet as she looks around to find her clothes scattered everywhere, only bothering to put her skirt and blouse back on. "Minji might not like us missing the meeting, but there's no reason she can't reschedule. We've got more important things to take care of."

"So no meeting? Really?" Gahyeon responds, this adorable giddy little smile on her face while you slip your pants back on, fastening your belt and shutting down your computer.

"No meeting. Instead, I get to ruin that pretty little asshole all weekend and fuck the attitude out of you." 

"Good luck with that," Bora laughs, walking over towards the door to grab her purse. "But if you get tired of dealing with the brat, I can just sit on your face so you get a moment's peace."

“You really do spoil me, Kim Bora," you laugh along with her, watching as she does her best to put on a presentable appearance, leaving her shirt with one button unbuttoned just to make sure her cleavage is out in full display. "And Gahyeon, gather your things, make sure everything's locked up, then meet us downstairs. Don't keep us waiting." 

"On it, sir."

"Oh, and don't forget the paddle, Gahyeon. Should still be in the same drawer," Bora says, shooting a big grin before disappearing out your office door with you slowly following behind. 

"Of course, boss."

You’ll deal with however Minji chooses to reprimand you on Monday, but for now, you've got Gahyeon all to yourself with Bora coming along for the ride. 

That’s all you’ll worry about—no reports, no deadlines, and no meetings, just the two most gorgeous girls you've ever laid eyes on spending the entire weekend in your sheets.

[rinhaler]

Can you do something like a mutual Masturbation with uncle!Nanami that leads to us having sex because he's so needy like he just NEEDS and CRAVES to be inside us.

-Very Much embarrassed Anon 🫂

pls don't tell me I'm the uncle nanami blog 😭 not my intention but im always happy to serve 🍽️

warnings: 18+, coercion, age gap, faux/incest (not clarified), use of 'uncle nanamin', m + f masturbation, tit sucking, praise, vaginal sex, creampie, squirting!!, implied virgin!reader, pussy spanks.

words: 1k

“Gooood girl, just like that.” your uncle coos against your bare shoulder, looking down at where your thighs straddle his and your fingers play with your swollen, needy clit at his command. He grunts, quietly, as he jerks himself off to the sight. The scent of sex and want fills the room as do the sticky sounds of you touching yourselves and the agonising grunts of desperation knowing that this will have to be enough and it’s all that will ever be enough.

“L-Love y— I love you. Uncle Nanamin—!” you manage to stutter out. Passion consuming you as your clit throbs desperately to be allowed to cum. The loving praise from Nanami is more than enough to topple you over that greedy edge, but eager fingers keep toying and playing and aching as you want nothing more than to cum for him.

He carefully moves your arm so that you’re clinging onto his shoulder for balance. Your hips rock against his thigh, the muscles and ridges forcing you to beg for forgiveness as you climb closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Nanami won’t stop you, though, he loves you too much for that. He uses his free hand to guide your tit to his lips, suctioning around your hardened nipple as he continues to stroke his cock with ardour.

You cum, messily. Pussy gushing all over his leg and dripping down onto the floor below. He gasps, beguiled. Eyes filled with a hunger you’ve never seen before. He didn’t know you could do that. You didn’t know you could do that, either.

Maybe you just love him that much.

Your love for Uncle Nanamin is cascading from your cunt because you can’t keep it all in. Not when you so seldom get time alone with him like this. You’re always missing him when he’s away on business trips and when you do have time together your family is nearby. But now, it’s just you two. And you want to be perfect for him.

With a performance like that, though, he couldn’t see you as anything but a perfect angel.

“Did that feel good, sweetheart? You’re shaking… poor thing.” he mumbles with purpose against your skin. Each word surging to your throbbing bead and desperate to have more. You want to cum again. You look pathetic as your hand flies to your sex and your rubbing hurriedly again just so you can hear him say more sweet words to you and make you feel oh so special. “Stay right there.” he orders you, calmly, and it sounds more like a request.

You can barely put up a fight as he moves you carefully. Your legs no longer straddling his leg, just his waist and he takes it upon himself to distract you by sucking at your raised nipple once again.

“I’m sorry, princess, I shouldn’t be doing this…” he says quietly as he lines up his cockhead with your tight virgin slot, kissing your exposed skin again and again as he tries to ease himself in. “She’s made for me, yeah? Ohhhhh — fuck — you’re so tight. Such a good girl f’me…”

“Ah.. aaah—!” you moan and hiss ever so slightly as you feel his heavy shaft split open your untouched walls. You shouldn’t be doing this, he’s right. But you can’t possibly begin to care when your favourite uncle is giving you so much attention. So much love and so much of him.

He moves you like you’re nothing. Holding your sides and lifting you up and down slowly again and again as he alternates between kissing your skin and your supple tits. It gets easier. With each and every pummel of his tip against your soft, spongy spot it gets so much fucking easier. He covers your mouth as your moans become unruly.

“Sh… sh sh shhhh, princess… as pretty as you sound you can’t be too noisy, or you’ll get in so much trouble.” he reminds you. Tears spill from your eyes and run down his large, veiny hand. “Messy girl. Drooling and crying all over my hand, s’cute.” he grins.

You feel weightless as he uses you like you’re a doll. His perfect little doll made to take him in every sense of the word. You yelp against his suffocating palm when you feel his free hand come down and lightly spank your clit.

“What about her? Is she gonna be a messy girl for me?” he moans, feeling himself getting so close to spilling his seed inside of you. You shiver, his sloppy kisses leaving behind trails of spit that cool your body with every thrust. “I want to make a mess of you, sweetheart. Please… please let me.” he begs. You’ve never heard him like this. So desperate and needy and pleading for you to give him the answer he so craves.

“A-Anything—” you start, your head lolling back as you lose all composure. “Wan’ you to f-feel good, Uncle N-Nanamin!” you tell him.

With a few more desperate frenzied thrusts and delicate rubs of your sensitive core, you cum harder than you ever have before using your tiny fingers. He can’t help but admire the way you cream for him. Clear liquid shoots from your cunt and makes a mess of yourself, your uncle, and the bed beneath. And he can barely admire it, the sight being too much for him as he follows you into your high. You feel your insides turn warm as his cum fills your body.

His chest rises and falls dramatically as he fucks all he can into your cunt, but he can’t deny you as your face searches eagerly for his. You need to feel his lips on yours and he reciprocates instantly, wanting to assure you that you’re loved and he’s proud. You’re always such a perfect girl for him, his sweet angel.

He’s usually so coolheaded. Always in control and knows how to handle his wants and desires. But when it comes to you, he’s hopeless. How could he resist his cute little niece? Always so eager to please and keen to be with him. You’ve always been so affectionate and loving with him. So he had to have you.

And you have to give him anything he wants. Because you love your Uncle Nanamin.

© 2023 rinitxshi

[bella-goths-wife]

Kiss the barrel of my gun softly: chapter two

Chapter warnings: sexual tension, manipulation, threatening, angst, drinking, smoking, mentions of age gap relationship, reader is a brothel owner, probably ooc Sevika, reader being uncomfortable with unwanted sexual attention (not from Sevika)

Sevika sits back on Silco’s plush couch with a cigarette between her lips and a grim, expectant look on her face. Her robotic arm cradles a crystal glass filled to the brim with bourbon, the good kind that Silco had to have extracted from Piltover and only offers her when he wants to soften the blow of an oncoming conversation. 

“I heard about your run in with the Madame yesterday” Silco speaks slowly and with narrowed eyes as he lights his cigar, analysing her every move and reaction with the intent of finding out the cause of her actions

Sevika wills herself not to bristle at the mention of you, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a deep swig of the bourbon, using the burning sensation of the liquid to excuse her long silence.

“Nothing I couldn't handle” Sevika answers nonchalantly, hoping that Silco would drop the subject so she could leave and beat whoever ratted on her to a fucking pulp.

“Heard that you stopped young Peter from attacking the Madame while she was vulnerable” Silco states calmly with a arched brow as he blows out the smoke from his cigar 

“I did” Sevika admits as her mind quickly comes up with a satisfactory excuse to appease him “I assumed you wouldn’t want us to lose the chance for a partnership over something unimportant”

“A sign of disrespect to you is a direct disrespect to me when you're out representing my business” Silco shoots back with an unimpressed expression, not particularly happy about his second in commands excuses “seems pretty important to me, considering you’ve never tolerated it before”

Sevika stays silent as her hand grips her drink before she takes another large gulp, knowing she’d been caught out. Her eyes flick up to Silcos as his gaze bores into the side of her skull.

Silco lets out a sigh as he massages his temple with two fingers, leaning back in his chair with a clear look of annoyance at the situation. 

“I understand you and the Madame had a….. Friendship before she took over Emeralds brothel” Silco speaks slowly, choosing his words carefully

“Friendship” Sevika thinks to herself as she internally scoffs “if that's what he wants to call it”

“But i didn't make you my number two because of your affection for others” Silco continues with a sarcastic tone “i did it because of your ruthlessness and loyalty to Zaun, your loyalty to me as your boss and your friend”

Sevika stubs her cigarette out in the Jinx personalised ashtray on Silco’s coffee table, choosing to stay silent and accept her scolding.

“She’s denied our men entry and use of her brothel, refused my congratulations for her new title as Madame, refused my various invitations to meetings to discuss business partnerships and now disrespecting my people in people” Silco lists off with an irritated expression “She can’t keep disrespecting the chain of command without consequence, she needs to be leashed”

“I know, sir” Sevika breathed out through a defeated sigh, she knew he was right. She had been excusing your actions for a long time now, protecting you subtly from the shadows because of the guilt that weighed heavily on her heart and prevented her from sleeping at night. 

Silco lets out a deep sigh as he leans back and smokes his cigar with a concentrated face before blowing out the smoke and tilting his head in an almost curious manner.

“Maybe it's best if I handle this one and pay the new madame a visit” Silco suggests almost experimentally “if its too much-”

“I’ll handle it” Sevika speaks up quickly and firmly, eager to ensure that Silco stays separate from you “I’ll talk to her, warn her against doing anything else”

“It won’t be too much?” Silco asks almost condescendingly, testing to see how far he could push her until she snaps

“No, sir” Sevika speaks through gritted teeth as she downs her drink and stands, wanting to escape the conversation desperately “I’ll visit her at her brothel and give her a warning”

Silco looks at her with observant eyes and an arched brow before sighing and waving his hand to dismiss her from his scolding. Sevika doesn't waste her time in taking up his offer as she quickly makes her way to the door.

“Very well” Silco agrees in an almost bored tone as he watches her leave “see that it's handled”

Sevika only lets out a breath as the door closes behind her, leaving her standing alone outside Silco’s office. An exhausted look takes place on her face as her eyes wander to the small couch beside the office door, intended for people to wait on until Silco could see them. 

Her eyes move onto the empty other side of the door, the image forcing memories to worm their way to the front of her mind. She scoffs and sighs before shaking her head and beginning her journey to your brothel, trying to tamper the slight excitement in her bones at the prospect of talking to you.

——————————-past———————————

Sevika’s mind had been stuck on you and your oddly charming self since that night at the bar. She’d even gone as far as frequenting it more often in an attempt to spot you again. Unfortunately you’d managed to slip through her fingers as it seemed she couldn't find you anywhere.

Which is why she felt so confused at finding you waiting outside her boss’s office, leaning against the wall facing the door casually. You looked much more polished this time, cleaner without the muck covering your face and your hair tied back in an updo manner instead of being frazzled around your head. You were dressed differently too, your clothing much less casual and slightly more revealing but quite youthful compared to the dirty rags you were wearthat night at the bar. 

“What are you doing here all dressed up?” she asks as she leans on the wall next to you, attempting to spook you slightly but you simply turn your head and look up at her.

“Thought I’d see you somewhere around here” you state calmly as you look up at her and lock your eyes with hers

“Astute observation” Sevika scoffs out with a sarcastic tone “why are you here?”

“Madame Emerald has a meeting with Silco today and asked me to come with her” you answer as you nod your head in the direction of the office to show that the two were already in there.

“You're working for Emerald today?” Sevika asks and you nod “that why you're dressed like that?”

“Madame likes to make sure I look presentable” you say with a shrug, a hint of a fond smile on your lips.

“Presentable huh?” Sevika asks as her eyes travel up and down your body “she got you working the floor like that?”

“I don’t do brothel work” you point out, the smile dropping from your face “i told you that”

“Kid, you don’t think I actually believe that do you?” Sevika asks with a smug tone and a disbelieving expression

You don’t reply to her prodding and teasing, simply rolling your eyes and scoffing. This only spurs Sevika on as she leans closer to your face so that you can feel her hot breath on your cheek.

“What, no reply?” She continues to tease with a raised brow and a mocking tone “and i thought you were all clever and confident?”

“Your men are coming” you state challengingly as you pick up the sounds of clumsy footsteps “do you really want them to see you like this with me?”

Sevika rolls her eyes with a scoff as she takes a step back from you, creating some distance between the two of you.

Sure enough, two of Silco’s men come stumbling around the corner seconds later and passing the two of you. They slow down slightly at the sight of you, smirks and crude whispers exchanged between the two of them as they approach you.

You look away with a slightly uncomfortable look on your face, crossing your arms around yourself almost in an attempt to self soothe and make yourself disappear. This seemingly pleases the two men who let out cruel laughs at your reaction.

They quickly shut up though, when sevika is spotted next to you with an absolutely deadly glare. She steps slightly in front of you as they get closer, her poncho dangling just in front of your hand as you feel tempted to grab the soft fabric.

The two men trip over themselves as they scurry away as quickly as possible. Sevika scoffs and rolls her as she returns to her previous position next to you against the wall.

“Fucking idiots” she mumbles her breath with a sigh

“They’re yours and Silco’s men” you point out, slightly surprised at her harsh words.

“So?” Sevika scoffs out with an obvious tone “Stupid’s stupid no matter what side they’re on”

You let out a chuckle at her blunt words,covering your smiling mouth with your palm to quieten down your giggles. Sevika can’t help her lips quirking up at the sound of your almost heavenly laugh, letting out her own huff of amusement before it dies down to a comfortable silence.

“How long until they finish up?” Sevika asks with a nod in the office's direction.

“Probably another ten minutes?” you guess before tilting your head curiously “shouldn’t you be in there, for protection and stuff?”

“Silco doesn’t need a babysitter, sweetheart” Sevika replies with a scoff “i'm sure he can handle himself against emerald just fine on his own”

“____” you correct her with your name “your people could get the wrong impression if they hear you calling me sweetheart”

Sevika steps in front of you, her robotic arm resting on the wall next to your head and effectively caging you in. Her face leans in closely as she smirks.

“Why would I care what impression they get?” Sevika asks obviously in a low tone

“Because flirting with me hardly makes you look loyal to Silco” you point out with a scoff “i’m one of his rivals assistants after all”

“What does it matter to Silco what I do in my free time?” Sevika asks suggestively

“Doing me is off limits” you state firmly, your hand going to her shoulder with the intention of pushing her away

“Says who?” Sevika asks with a low chuckle 

“Many, many people” you reply as your hand slides up from her shoulder to cup her cheek almost teasingly, unable to deny yourself from wanting to touch her.

“And who’s got the balls to tell me your off limits?” She asks with an amused scoff.

“Madame Emerald and Silco for one” you point out with an amused smile at her determination “unless they miraculously stop hating each other and make a business deal out of nowhere”

“Your infuriating” Sevika sighs out, smirk dropping at the reminder

“Yep” you answer back with a small laugh

“You're a brat, y’know that?” she asks with a huff as she leans in closer.

You're unable to resist as your eyes flutter closed in anticipation before snapping open suddenly and pulling your head back at the sound of talking and footsteps from the other side of the office door.

“They’re coming” you warn quickly with slight panic on your face

“Just my luck” Sevika grumbles out with a sigh before pulling away and creating distance between the two of you by standing next to you.

Madame Emerald exits the office with a foul look, clearly unhappy with the meeting's conclusion. She’s dressed in her usual elaborate emerald green outfit and makeup covering her ageing face, an outfit befitting someone with the title of madame.

She quickly makes her way towards you, a fond smile taking place on her lips at the sight of you as she notices some stray hairs and almost childishly tucks them behind your ears before patting your head affectionately

At the sight of Sevika, a frown takes over her expression as she shoots her an extremely unfriendly glare. She doesn’t even bother to acknowledge her more than that as she takes off down the hallway and calls for you to follow.

You gift Sevika one last smile when Silco isn't looking before following Madame Emerald obediently. Sevika watches your figure disappear down the hallway with an irritated expression, she can’t help but feel like you’ve slipped through her fingers once again.

There's always next time, she supposes.

—————————-present—————————-

You can't help but let out a sigh at the unwanted memories worm their way back into the front of your mind, wanting nothing more than to focus on the paperwork sitting in front of you.

“Everything okay Madame?” you hear from beside you

You let out another sigh before nodding and reminding yourself to keep stone faced, you could let everything out later but right now you were Madame Obsidian and not ‘____’

“Everythings fine, Ginger” you say calmly with a nod to the muscular, red haired woman “just…. Thinking”

Ginger simply gives you a nod and an understanding look before the older woman's face turns slightly awkward.

“More of Silco’s men came to the brothel earlier, offered a bag of coins each if we let them in” she speaks carefully, tiptoeing around the uncomfortable subject “I really think we should start letting them back in-”

“No” you cut her with a firm rejection “none of Silco’s people are allowed on the premises, thats final”

“But without their profit then we could go into debt-” she attempts to reason with you, but you cut her off once again

“No” you repeat firmly, a slight bit of vulnerability cracking into your voice “I won't allow it, i won't have anyone who works for that man near my girls”

Ginger's face softens with understanding at your words, how protective you are of your workers despite most of them being older than you yourself. The older woman just sighs and nods.

“Understood madame, i’ll leave you to your work” she says as she heads to the door, stopping herself before leaving fully and speaking in a quiet tone “she’d be proud of you, madame”

You can't stop the tears that flow down your cheeks and wet the paperwork underneath you as soon as the door swings shut. Small sobs barely muffled by your palm and your hand threading through the hair on your scalp and pulling harsh enough to burn, finally letting out the emotions you’d been hiding all day.

[thewidowsledger]

The Call

Chapter 4: Keep Your Eyes On The Prize | 4.2k

© thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You were supposed to take her out—the infamous Black Widow—Natasha Romanoff. The S.H.I.E.L.D. has been keeping an eye on her for a while now and for some reason, another high-ranking agent as you was sent to get the mission done. But then, he made a different call leading the mission to be here in front of you, soon to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Pairings: Ex-Russian Agent Natasha Romanoff x Senior S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Female Reader

Tags | Warnings: slow burn, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, drooling for Natasha's arms, some kid slapping some sense to reader because denial is a river in Egypt!!!!!!

Author's Note: This is the fluffiest thing I ever wrote >< I dedicate this chapter for sharkie🦈 since it's their birthday!Happy Birthday, Sharkiedut!!!🥰🥙💪

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You adjusted your earpiece, speaking into the mic.

“All teams in position,” you said, your voice calm and steady despite the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Your gaze flickered between the screens displaying the security feeds, watching your teams every move through their body cams.

“This happens fast, it goes smoothly,” you continued, your eyes never straying from the monitors. “You move as we practiced...no one gets hurt.” The words is an order, a firm reminder to your team to remain focused and vigilant.

“Yes, ma'am.”

You stood back, your arms folded across your chest, watching your team intently. They had gone over the plan countless times, trained and practiced relentlessly for this moment. Everything was in place, and the odds were in your favor—but you are worried.

You knew deep down that your worry was misplaced. It was entirely inappropriate for you to be feeling this way.

Yet, your eyes darted up to the corner monitor, revealing Natasha's position at the end of the hall. She was one of the few team members isolated from the others, but her strength would be crucial if they had to restrict access to the windows and stairwells.

She looked calm, focused, her hands resting on her gun. Your heart clenched, but you tried to push the worry away, telling yourself that she could handle herself.

“Hey, boss?”

You switched over to a private channel, unconcerned that it might look suspicious. “Natasha…”

“Sorry,” she replied, her voice tinged with a smile.

“No, what is it?” you asked softly—too softly, goodness.

“I uhm…” She sighed, and anyone else who would have started a conversation like this would've gotten an earful from you about how you weren't a therapist. And if they chicken out, they shouldn't be in your team in the first place, “Are you sure you're safe…over?”

You couldn't help but bite down on your lip, suppressing a smile. You were sitting in the secure location of the command center, with perfect visibility of your team. “The area's been cleared,” you stated, trying to keep your tone calm and reassuring. “We're perfectly safe.”

Natasha shifted nervously, her voice lowering to a murmur. “You're right,” she mumbled, her anxiety clear in her words. “I just...I worry.”

You knew deep down that Natasha was far too kind-hearted for this line of work, you stopped seeing her the way you did back then—when she was still your mission. You knew she was an excellent home cook, she loves peanut butter sandwich—

“What if they know where you are?” she asked, her voice tremulous.

“They don't,” you assured her with a tone as firm as you could muster. This was the first time you had to remind her to keep her focus on the task at hand and this was the first time she was on a mission with you. Though deep down, you secretly relished the sweetness that she so effortlessly radiated.

“I guess they'd be in for something else even if they did,” her chuckle echoed through the communication line, “I wouldn't wanna face down the Furious daughter.”

And you couldn't help but let out a faint laugh in response. She heard it and there was no doubt that she knew.

“Focus, Natasha.”

“Yes, Ma'am.” It sounded dangerously like flirting when she called you that. Your mind immediately flashed back to the memory of a week ago, when the two of you had found yourselves in a cramped space, playing some dangerous game for the sake of satisfying your team and co-workers’ mind about what they thought was really happening inside the 7 Minutes of Heaven.

“I can't believe I just wasted those minutes in silence when I can have this with you.”

Your mind is now drifting to dangerous places.

“Natasha,” you curse yourself silently for speaking before you could stop yourself, but your fingers dug into your palms as your heart thumped wildly against your ribcage.

“Keep your eyes on the prize,” you managed to say, reciting the line you always say to your team every mission. You couldn’t believe you would be saying this to her now, “No unnecessary risks.”

Natasha's bodycam moved as she straightened up, her voice finishing your sentence with a familiar phrase. “Get in, get out,” she echoed, her words holding a note of determination that reassured you.

“Just,” you paused, your throat tight and dry. “Come back...to me.”

Now, that wasn't a part of the script.

“Alive!” you rushed out to add on, “come back to me alive!”

A few seconds of tense silence hung in the air on her end, and suddenly, the safety of the room was doing nothing to quell the heat that was coursing through your veins.

“Count on it,” she responded, her tone suddenly far more earnest and serious than before.

You exhaled sharply, your eyes glued to her bodycam as you spoke sternly, “Romanoff, I'm serious.”

“So am I,” she responded quickly and reassuringly. “We'll be back before you know it, boss.” You returned to your anxious pacing, time ticking away too quickly for your liking. Your fingers gripped the edge of the table, your heart hammering against your chest.

“You better mean that,” you repeated, watching the team's progress through the cameras. The door opened and the smoke bombs went off, momentarily blurring Natasha's camera feed. You heard her voice crackle through the communication line.

“Y/N, I promise.”

⧗

As you checked in on the status of your team, a sense of relief washed over you. Each member was accounted for, their body cameras and comm lines crackling with the sound of their breathless but satisfied voices.

The mission unfolded as it was supposed to. The team acted with speed and confidence, and their months of training and practice paid off. Every move they made was a result of countless hours spent drilling and strategizing, and it showed in their seamless execution of the plan. When the mission was finished, the team counted their blessings that not a single member had suffered any injuries.

You began the debriefing process, going through each member of your team one by one. You spoke with them individually, discussing their performance and asking about any challenges they faced during the mission.

“How did it go out there? Any significant obstacles you encountered?”

“No major setbacks, ma'am. Everything went smoothly from my end.”

You smiled and offered your member a smile and a pat before going to the last member of your team.

“Romanoff.” You called authoritatively, chin up, your hands locked together on your back.

“Y/N…” Natasha hitched, remembering that she’s in the work setting and you both are not in private comms, “Ma'am.”

“You came back.”

“Alive, ma'am. As I promised.”

As you should, you thought in your mind.

“How’s your first on field mission?”

Natasha blinked, she looked everywhere but not you and your very observing nature noticed something about her physical actions but you chose to ignore it anyway.

“I-it was intense, ma'am.”

“Hm.”

Natasha's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she struggled to form a coherent response. She stuttered and stumbled over her words, not knowing what to say next, but she knew she had to even if you only responded with a hum, she didn't want to lose this connection with you. She would do anything just to be connected with you in any way.

“Natasha, it's just us.” You finally broke a smile to the redhead as you watched her exhale deeply, as if letting go of some of the tension she had been holding onto. Her eyes finally met yours, and a hint of vulnerability shone through her eyes.

“Just us.” She repeated in a mutter.

Her gaze darted anxiously from your face to the wall and back again, her fingers fidgeting restlessly with the hem of her uniform. There was a brief moment of hesitation, her breath catching in her throat as she swallowed hard.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Again, too soft Y/N, too soft.

“I was wondering,” she began, her voice surprisingly steady despite the nervousness that was evident on her face and you could see it, “If you’d like to...go with me to Mr. Stark’s party tonight? I-I was invited and yeah...”

It was not very mindful and appropriate to ask out someone after a mission, is it? And the fact that it is also your boss? How bold are you? But for Natasha it’s now or forever hold your peace.

“Oh…” you bite your lip, trying not to rip out any smile. You were shocked, you didn’t see that one coming.

Your father had told you about the party and as usual you would always go with him as plus one even though Tony also sent his separate invitation to you.

And how did she even get an invitation from Stark anyway?

“Natasha, I…” you trailed off thinking on what to say, you didn't want to hold her hopes high but you didn't want to hurt her either which is very not you by the way, “I’m sorry but I'm actually going with dad.”

“Sir Fury, yeah, I figured that one out.”

She held her head down for a brief second and you did not have to see her face for you to see her disappointment.

“Hey I’ll see you there, yeah?” you assured quickly and softly.

“Yeah,” she nodded, finally eyeing you, “I will see you.”

⧗

You felt a pang of boredom as the party came Into view, the same familiar faces of wealthy businessmen and socialites gathered around, sipping cocktails and chatting amongst themselves. You mentally prepared yourself for the same old conversations and small talk that came with these events.

As you walked, crossed your arms over your father’s. He glanced down next to you. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before speaking.

“Is my princess seeing someone?” he asked, keeping his tone light—but clearly he was teasing.

“Pop…” you groaned.

“Sir Fury,” Banner all of a sudden came to the view, greeting you and your father, “Y/N…” He went to hug you, bringing his cheeks to yours. Then, he turned to your father, offering a firm handshake.

Your father met Bruce’s gaze, his eyes intense as they shook hands. You couldn't be sure if you were just imagining it, but it almost seemed like your father’s grip on Bruce’s hand was tightening.

Banner spoke up after exchanging formalities with your father, “I hope you enjoy the party.”

Your father’s expression remained stoic, giving no indication of any thoughts or suspicions he might have. He nodded slightly in response to Banner’s comment, but his gaze remained fixed on his face before he excused himself.

“No wonder why your princess is not seeing anyone.” You said in a sigh, facing your father. You gently placed your hands on to fix his suit, “Pop, please be easy on Banner. He’s just being nice.”

“And please, stop assuming that everyone who talks to me likes me,” you smiled as you patted his chest lightly.

“I just don't want you to get hurt again.”

You leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before reassuring him, “I won’t, pop.”

As you walked away, your father shouted, “We leave at 10!” He then winced at himself for setting a curfew on her grown up daughter, now that just proved how overprotective a father he is.

The first thing you did as you separate ways with your father was to search for a familiar flash of red hair. You weaved through the crowd, politely nodding and smiling at people you recognized, but what you didn’t know, Natasha had been watching you from the moment you entered the party. Her eyes followed your every move, taking in the way you moved through the crowd and interacted with the other guests.

As Natasha began to start walking in your direction, her path was interrupted by Tony, who approached her with a cheerful infuriating smile on his face.

“Just the woman I was looking for.”

“Not right now.”

“But you were my assistant.” He pouted disappointingly before creeping into a smirk.

“I was and that’s not your call anymore.” Natasha hissed.

Your father had actually given Natasha an undercover assignment to work for the Ironman. So well, Natasha had been working undercover for your father, secretly doing missions for him. And this was a fact that you were not aware of, and it was the reason behind why she suddenly became uneasy when you asked her about her first on-field mission, because the reality is that it was never her first on-field mission as a SHIELD agent.

So now, the chances of you seeing her with Tony had brought her to edge.

“Furious one!”

Tony’s voice boomed as he greeted you, wrapping you in a tight hug.

Natasha stood off to the side, watching the interaction with a growing sense of unease. Her cover might potentially be compromised.

Tony’s eyes rove over your outfit. “That dress fits you like a glove, doll.”

Now she had to hear the nasty comments Tony threw your way, but you seemed so used to his remarks and you simply giggled in response.

“Pepper gifted me this dress, just so you know.”

“Of course, my girlfriend has a great taste.”

Suddenly you smiled warmly at Natasha who was standing behind Tony, and he observed the exchange with keen interest. He turned his gaze back to Natasha, his smirk growing slightly wider. The pieces were falling into place, and he couldn't help but wonder how long this little secret had remained hidden.

“You know each other, doll?” Tony asked you with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, she’s my agent.”

Meanwhile, Natasha’s heart skipped a beat at your words. She hoped that Tony wouldn’t press further, but knowing his nature, it was a slim chance.

“Oh so Rushma—I mean Romanoff is your agent?”

Tony continued to toy with the redhead, his gaze locked on hers as he slowly pushed her buttons. He knew he was getting under her skin, and he was enjoying every second of it. Tony’s taunting was calculated, and he could see the subtle shifts in Natasha’s demeanor as she tried to keep her cover intact.

But you, on the other hand, did not notice a thing.

“Yeah she is.”

“Hm, how interesting.” Tony nodded, slowly turning to look at the redhead who cannot contain her growing anxiety.

“You two know each other?”

Now it’s time for you to throw the question back.

Natasha’s eyes widened slightly as you posed the question, she felt the weight of Tony’s gaze on her, however, before Tony could respond, he was interrupted by someone calling out his name during the party, diverting his attention away from you and Natasha.

“Y/N, I have to go.” He brought you in a quick hug, “You should go see Pepper later.”

“Rushman,” he said with a smirk only for Natasha to see as he bid goodbye to the undercover agent.

You watched as Tony quickly disappeared from the crowds and you turned your attention to Natasha and gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry about Tony, he loves giving nicknames to people.” You apologized, unaware that the name was in fact her alias as undercover.

Natasha forced a polite smile in response, her mind racing. She wondered how long she would be able to keep up this façade, especially given Tony’s penchant for causing chaos.

She cleared her throat, trying to divert the conversation away from the previous tension.

“Y-you look beautiful,” she said, trying to sound casual. But as the words left her mouth, Natasha was acutely aware of the heightened tension that hung in the air. She silently cursed herself for her choice of words, knowing that it only made things more complicated than they already were.

“Oh…thanks.” You gave a slight nod, your lips curving upwards in a warm smile. “I like your jacket,” you added, referring to her black leather jacket she used to wear even in the headquarters or work. You always notice her wearing it as if it’s a part of her body.

“Thanks.”

“Do you wanna get out of here? I know a spot.”

She was stunned by the offer but she immediately nodded. Her heart thudded against her chest as she followed you to the elevator. When you mentioned that you knew a spot, she didn’t think it would be outside of Tony’s place.

Natasha watched you as you stepped out of the door of the building and shivered against the cold night air. She immediately slipped off her leather jacket and walked towards you, she draped it over your shoulders with a swift movement. Her fingers slightly brushing against the skin of your shoulders. And you were taken aback by the gesture, if you were alone you would’ve punched her right now but you know she was trailing behind you.

“Here,” she said softly, her breath hot against your skin. “You can wear this.”

“T-thanks,” you managed to stammer out, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“So where are we going?” She asked as she stood beside you watching the vehicles pass down the road.

Your eyes unintentionally wandered down her arms, drawn to the visible veins tracing the lengths of her limbs. Your throat suddenly felt dry, and a cough escaped you as you choked faintly. Heat rose to your cheeks as you hoped fervently that Natasha hadn't caught you staring at her arms.

You tried to maintain your composure, forcing a smile that came out somewhat awkward and strained. “It’s not far,” you managed to say, your voice betraying the fluster you felt. “I hope you eat shawarma.”

⧗

“So, do you come here often?”

You took a bite of the shawarma you ordered for the two of you, savoring the delicious taste before responding. “Yeah,” you said, your voice a bit muffled by the food in your mouth.

The place was a bit far from the party city of New York. It had a rustic charm, being an older restaurant in a quiet and cozy setting.

“I come here whenever I feel stressed and just want to get away from everything…but not too far away from everything if you know what I mean.” You paused for a moment, then added with a small laugh, “And, of course, when I’m craving for some good shawarma.”

You looked over at Natasha, holding out her shawarma for a moment, “How is it? Good, right?”

Your eyes lingered on the shawarma in her hand, captivated by her fingers gripping the food, before your gaze flicked back up to her face.

Natasha smiled, a small curve of her lips as she savored the taste. “Yeah, it’s good,” she agreed, taking another bite.

As you continued eating, Natasha's gaze was drawn to your face. A small amount of shawarma sauce clung to the corner of your mouth—something you'd missed when trying to wipe it away.

“Oh there's uhm…”

Natasha's hand halted in mid-air, as if she was about to reach out and help. Awkwardly, you brushed away whatever was on your face, feeling a slight flush at the almost-intimate gesture of the redhead trying to help you.

Your attention was drawn to the sight of America, a server from the restaurant, walking by. You quickly called out to her, with a smirk on your face. “Kiddo, why are you still here working? Don't you have school tomorrow?”

The moment America noticed, a bright smile lit up her face. “Y/N!” she greeted, her voice cheerful despite the late hour. In her eagerness, she rushed toward you, enveloping you in a tight hug. You found yourself briefly trapped mid-bite, the shawarma held awkwardly in one hand as you reciprocated the embrace with your free arm.

America couldn't contain her excitement, her words stumbling over each other in her haste to speak. “Y/N! I can’t believe you're here! I missed you so much! It’s been years!” she almost cried.

“I’m here now kid, how are you?”

“I’m okay. School sucks.”

As America pulled away from you, her gaze flicked to Natasha, and a look of confusion crossed her face, followed by a recall of a memory.

“Are you married now?” she blurted out, her voice filled with innocent curiosity. “Is she your—”

“No kid, I’m not and she’s not…” You immediately stopped her before she could speak miles away in front of the redhead.

“Well you told me that when you come back here you’re already married, and she’s definitely not the one you brought here back then.”

Now you cannot pick up with her…she’s miles away already.

The silence seemed to stretch between you and America, the kid still trying to comprehend the situation. And you could feel Natasha’s curious and worried gaze on you.

This is awkward.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the complex situation. “It’s...complicated,” you began, struggling to find a way to simplify the messy details.

You hesitated, your eyes flickering to Natasha for a split second before returning to the kid. “It's just...we're not together anymore.”

“You know I am grown up now, right? You could've just told me that she cheated.” The kid blurted out without flinching.

The kid's abrupt words made you freeze for a moment, your eyes widening slightly in shock. Natasha's expression mirrored your own surprise, swallowing her shawarma slowly.

“Okay grown ass, she did cheat on me. You’re right.” You sighed in defeat, rolling your eyes on the kid who was looking at you the way your therapist did.

“Okay so how do you fee—”

“Oh no,” you cut her off, a hint of playful annoyance in your tone, “I’m not sitting through some free therapy session with you, kid.”

You observed the kid quietly, marveling at her mature demeanor. She had an old soul in a young body, possessing far more wisdom than most teens her age. It was as if her knowledge surpassed her years, an anomaly that left you both amazed and amused. Hell, she was more mature compared to grown ass adults.

The moment was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Natasha’s phone. She sighed, her expression cooling as she glanced at the caller ID. “Excuse me, I have to take this,” she apologized, before standing up and nodding at you and America.

As soon as Natasha was out of the restaurant, America sat and faced you.

“What’s her name?”

“Natasha—”

“I like her.”

“I like her for you.” The kid corrected.

Your mind flashed back to the time you had brought your ex to this very place, you chuckled at the memory, recalling the kid's bluntness that day.

“I remember bringing my ex here once,” you mused with a bitterness in your voice. “And, if I recall correctly, you didn't exactly hide your dislike for her.”

“Mhm.”

“You straight up told me you didn’t like my ex now you like her for me?” You pointed at Natasha at the window of the shop who was standing in front of the road, still on the call.

“Mhm.” The kid's head was held up high as she looked at you, a confident expression on her face. You couldn't help but roll your eyes slightly.

“What makes you feel like you can judge the people I date and decide whether you like them for me or not, huh?” You challenged playfully.

“I wasn't looking at them, Y/N. I was looking at your eyes.” She scrunched her nose before bringing you into a tight hug again. “And I need to go.”

Now, you were left alone, speechless by the kid’s words.

It was a simple statement coming from a literal teenager, but it caused a whirlwind of emotions inside you. You sat there alone, shawarma long forgotten as you tried to make sense of how her words made you feel.

“Hey, are you okay?” Natasha asked behind you.

You took a moment to compose yourself before responding. “Yeah, I'm alright,” you replied quietly.

“Where did the kid go?”

“She, uh, just left,” you mumbled, yes the kid just left but what she said never left your mind.

“I need to run to something right now.” She paused and offered, “Would you like me to walk you back to Stark’s place or maybe drive you back home?”

You shook your head, still lost in your thoughts. “No, it's alright,” you replied, your voice soft and distracted. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

You forced your eyes to remain averted from Natasha as the kid’s words continued to echo in your mind...

“I wasn't looking at them, Y/N. I was looking at your eyes.”

“I insist, plea—”

“It’s fine, go.” You firmly interrupted Natasha's insistence.

“No—”

“Natasha…” she tried to persist, but you cut her off again by calling her by her name.

“Can I at least call you a cab?”

“Please go.” You frustratingly said in finality.

Something in your tone made Natasha pause for a moment. You didn't sound angry, but there was a certain firmness to your words that reminded her of the first time you met her at SHIELD.

She didn’t want to see that authoritative, closed-off version of you again. She sensed the distance you were trying to keep, and it made her hesitate to press further.

“Okay…please take care. Thank you for tonight.” Without another word, she left.

Slowly, you attempted to catch a glimpse of the departing redhead but she was already gone. You gripped her leather jacket that was still clinging on your shoulders, the space where Natasha had just been sitting was now vacant, leaving you behind with her lingering presence and with the thoughts that was caused by the kid.

How do I look at her?

[possessmedude]

Possessing Jake

Jake was a tan, hot, and muscular 25 year old jock. He was the definition of sexy and manliness, and he knew it. Jake had chiseled 6 pack abs, huge pecs, and bulging biceps. While at the gym, Jake finished his rigorous workout and walked to the locker room confidently, proud of his day’s lift.

As Jake stripped off his drenched clothes, he lifted his sweaty skin tight shirt to his nose and took a deep whiff. “Ahh the smell of a real man” he smirked. He continued to undress at his locker.

Little did he know, a symbiote in the form of goo was watching him intently from the shadows. The goo was in need of a body and was looking for an alpha male worthy of being its host.

The goo crept closer, its amorphous form shifting and pulsating. The goo knew it would be better to have a willing host so it can make its new host it’s permanent vessel, so it had to convince him. Once it was behind Jake, the goo started growing and forming into the shape of a towering, muscular, and chiseled man. The goo remained made up completely of goo. The goo had a broad frame and bulging muscles that were even bigger than Jake’s. Between his legs, the goo sported a 10” cock and big balls.

Jake finished removing his jock strap and turned around with eyes widened with excitement. He felt a mixture of feelings including confusion and excitement seeing the goo man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Jake asked. “I am looking for a host to contain my form, being a vessel for all my strength and power.” the Goo said, while puffing his chest and flexing his huge arms. Jake was eyeing up the goo’s impressive form, feeling small compared to him. He felt a sense of jealousy and admiration for the goo.

“Damn dude you’re huge. So you are looking to give a guy all your big muscles and strength?” he asked. “Yes, the host I bond with will get all of my body and more.” the goo told him. Jake looked at the goo man’s huge cock. Jake already had a big dick, but he was impressed by the girth and length of the goo’s.

The idea of possessing even more impressive muscles and having that cock added to his own thrilled Jake. The goo noticed Jake’s curiosity and stepped forward so he was right in front of him with the tips of their cocks touching. Jake reached out his hand and started touching the goo’s biceps, feeling the tone and definition. Jake pressed his body more against the goo’s and they both flexed together, rubbing their bodies and feeling each other’s. Jake ran his hands over the goo man's solid, glistening muscles, feeling the strength that radiated from them. Jake was getting hard at the idea and decided he wanted all the goo’s mass inside him and added to his body. He couldn’t stand the thought of the goo offering itself to another guy, he wanted it. It was as if the goo man's presence was igniting something primal in him, awakening desires he didn't even know he had.

“Give me your muscles," Jake whispered, a sense of power coursing through him. “You agree to let me bond with you?” the goo smiled. Jake took a step back and opened his arms wide and confidently declared “Take my body, it’s all yours”. The goo smirked and said “MY body”. The biggest smile formed on Jake’s face as he was bursting with anticipation for the goo’s mass to enter him. “Open wide” the goo commanded of his new vessel.

Jake opened his mouth and the goo started flowing into his body, filling out every part of him. He gasped as he sensed his muscles expanding, his body growing more powerful by the second. His legs instantly grew to thick proportions, Jake groaned as he felt the goo’s cock start sliding into his own, making it rock hard and a new huge 12”. The goo’s abs pushed against his own, turning them into a rock hard 8 pack. Next Jake’s pecs ballooned up to the biggest pecs he has ever seen. Jake looked at the mirror and saw the goo entering his body. He noticed how defined and muscular his body is growing to with the goo entering him. He couldn’t wait any longer and started gulping the goo down to help it enter its new host. His arms tripled in size as he felt the goo’s biceps sliding into his own, as if his body was being put on like a glove by an even more alpha male than himself. It made him so excited to be the vessel for such an alpha, manly mass.

The symbiote bonded with his muscular fibers, enhancing his already impressive physique. It was as if the goo was fulfilling Jake's deepest desires for strength and dominance, but also to be dominated. The goo finished entering Jake’s body and he was pushed back into his locker, with his back hitting it. He stretched his arms up and wide, feeling incredibly filled. He was captivated by the sensation of power under his fingertips, an anticipation building within him. Jake flexed his newfound muscles, admiring the raw power at his disposal. He raised his arm to his nose and took a deep whiff of his hairy armpit, relishing the stronger musky scent that emanated from his body. “Ahhh fuck yeah, I’m the ultimate alpha”. A cocky grin crossed his face as he reveled in his new, muscular form.

The goo was still adjusting in his body and was now starting to move up his neck. Jake felt pressure in his neck moving upward and he started thinking about the goo taking full control of his body. He felt a mixture of awe and submission, a thrilling surrender to the symbiote's power. “Come on man, give me all of it! Make us the strongest man there is.” Jake shouted. Jake knew he was going to lose control of his body, but he was so excited for it. Any hesitation was gone, as he wanted to be dominated and watch his sexy, muscular body be controlled by the only man more of an alpha than him.

Jake's consciousness began to blur. He could feel himself slipping into the back seat of his own mind, while the goo man took over the driver's seat. A sense of euphoria washed over him as he realized that the goo had chosen his body over all the others in the gym. He reveled in the thought that the goo recognized his unparalleled masculinity.

Jake’s head stretched upward and then lowered back to normal, with a big sexy grin forming on his face. The goo was now fully in control of Jake’s body, with Jake being aware but only able to watch and feel his body, which felt incredible. As the goo man flexed Jake's newfound muscles, an overwhelming feeling of pride surged within Jake. The goo admired his reflection in the gym mirrors, his cocky grin a testament to the combination of both Jake and the goo’s cocky personnas. Jake relished the feeling of the goo coursing through his veins, controlling every movement, every breath.

With newfound confidence, the goo man spoke through Jake's lips, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What a rush! Fuck, I am a stud inside you, Jake. Thanks for the body, bro.” he declared, his words laced with a blend of cockiness and satisfaction. Jake’s body had willingly welcomed and accepted the goo, allowing every part of their combined bodies to bond. The goo, mimicking Jake’s whiff of his manly armpit earlier, raised his new arm up and deeply inhaled his other hairy pit. It now had an even stronger and muskier smell. “It’s cause I’m the alpha now, with two of us inside together.” the goo said. The goo continued to inspect his new rock hard physical body, touching and caressing every crevice like him and Jake were doing before. He felt his huge cock and shuttered at the ecstasy, massaging it.

After admiring his reflection, the goo man's attention turned toward the showers. He strode confidently toward the tiled room, his enhanced body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The powerful water jets cascaded over him, washing away the grime of the workout. Jake's body moved with a fluid grace, every movement a testament to the symbiote's control.

In the showers, the goo man ran his hands over his new body, relishing in the sensation of every contour, every ripple of muscle. His touch was exploratory, appreciative of the masterpiece he now possessed. As steam billowed around him, the goo man reveled in the musky scent of manliness that enveloped the space.

Jake's mind lingered in the background, an observer to the sensations and experiences that the goo man was indulging in. He had become a vessel for the goo's dominance, his former self now intertwined with the confidence and swagger of the goo man's persona.

Thanks for reading! This was my first ever story I wrote, I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think!

[desperate-gay]

Okay but reader doing bf Leah's makeup sitting on her lap , and Leah is just admiring reader with head eyes

Stop Squirming

Leah Williamson x fem!reader

summary: bf!leah distracts very easily

“My love, can you come here for a second?” Your girlfriend calls out from the other room where she is getting ready for a team get-together.

You close your laptop and get up from your position on the couch to go assist your very whiney girlfriend. If you don’t answer her within 10 seconds she will poke and nag at you until you do.

As you walk into your shared bedroom, you see Leah standing in a nice tan suit, looking in the mirror with a mascara brush in her hand. She huffs in annoyance for what seems to be the 100th time in her eyes and turns to look at you.

“Darlin’, you need to do this for me-” Her words catch in her throat from the glare on your face. “Please?”

You sigh before making your way over to your makeup bag, causing the blonde to clap lightly in excitement as she takes a seat on the chair that remains in the corner of the room. As you walk over towards her, she notices you dragging a stool with you, presumably for you to sit across from her, but she has other ideas.

“Leah!” You yelp when you feel two hands grab the back of your thighs and make you stumble into the blonde’s lap.

“You will be able to see better if you’re closer, love. Just tryin’ to make it easier.”

Huffing, you adjust yourself so you sit somewhat comfortably on the girl’s lap and grab the makeup bag before getting out everything you need. Leah never did much for makeup and she has already done most of the work, so all you grab is lipgloss, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and eyeshadow.

“Close your eyes, needy.” Leah pinches your thigh at the nickname but continues to follow your command, allowing you to do everything you need.

After a little bit, the blonde starts to become antsy. Squirming at any given moment, running her hands up and down your exposed skin, humming in impatience. You’re trying to be precise with every swoosh of the brush, but with her moving around every five seconds, it’s really hard to stay consistent.

“Stop squirming!” You scold, making the girl still for a little bit. Your happiness is soon interrupted when Leah opens her eyes while running her hands down your back and onto your bottom. “Leah.”

A smirk overcomes her features before her right-hand grips your jaw and pulls you into a hot kiss. You want to push her away, but you quickly melt into it once her tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Both of you make out for a bit of time before you realize where she is supposed to be.

“Baby, I need to finish this so you’re not late.” You whisper while pulling away from her reddened lips.

“I can be late, as long as we keep doing this.” A cocky smile is plastered on her face while her left-hand grabs at your ass. You shake your head and push her back into her previous position so you can finish the final touches.

“All I have to do is finish your eyeshadow and then apply your lipgloss.”

The blonde huffs out in disappointment from your rejection of her very obvious intentions, but nothing less, allowing you to finish her look. After a few more minutes, you're carefully tracing her lips with the stick and smiling in accompaniment.

“And wala, you are all done, squirmy.” You snap the container shut and throw it in the bag with the rest of the makeup.

When you look back over to the blonde, you notice her gazing at you with a small smile on her shiny lips. You return her smile as you rub your thumbs up and down her jaw, massaging the tense skin.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Blood begins to rush up to your cheeks, making you drop your eyes down to your hands. No matter how long the both of you have been together, her compliments always tend to make you flush and feel a tingling sensation.

Her hand once again grabs your jaw, but more gently than before, and pulls you closer to her face. Your eyes switch between her eyes and down to her lips while you continue to slowly lean closer and closer. She finally makes the final move and latches her glossy lips onto yours as one of her hands rubs up and down your thigh while the other stays on your jaw. Your arms both wrap around her neck, pulling her even closer to your lips so there is no gap between the two of you.

Once you’re both out of breath, you pull away to regain the needed air. As your hazy eyes begin to adjust to normal, you look back down at her lips and see how smudged the lipgloss is.

“Oh my god, you need to stop doing that! You have somewhere to be and I can not keep reapplying your makeup!” You ravage through the bag and grab the stick you previously used before unscrewing it and putting it back on your girlfriend’s lips. “No more.” You say while pointing at her with a stern look on your face.

Leah nods her head in agreement before pouting. “Are you sure you can’t come with me? The team really misses you and I miss you.”

You sigh at the sad expression on the blonde’s face while you rub your thumb over her hand. “I’m sorry baby, but I have to finish editing these photos for the Westington family. If I didn’t have work, you know I would.”

The girl nods in understanding before picking you up suddenly, causing you to let out a squeal in surprise. She walks you into the living room and slams you down onto the sofa, bringing herself down with you.

“One more kiss for the road?”

[hangeswif3]

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Hange x reader

Summary: Just Hange being a little very possessive.

This is my first post so I hope you like it :3

“What did you do this time?” Asked Levi to his friend, both watching intently to the scene in front of them.

You were in the bar, chatting happily with an officer that just arrived to the camp that same morning. You were holding a cup, which meant you were drinking, it wasn’t unusual of you but it still was a statement. Hange hated when you got drunk.

It was a party meant to celebrate the Union between Marley and Paradis, welcoming new soldiers from the city and trying to “get to know them better”, but everyone knew it was just a dull excuse to get drunk. The commanders weren’t used to being in these type of celebrations but since it was with the purpose of welcoming new recruits, they had to be there.

Besides, Hange wanted to keep an eye on you.

“Just my job.” replied Hange with a bitter tone.

You see, you were being kind of petty right now. You hadn’t gone to the party with the intention of making your partner jealous, but when the young soldier came to you, you took the opportunity to get back at them for what had happened hours ago.

You had fought. Again.

It wasn’t rare for you two to fight these days, Hange was spending so much time with pieck, a new recruit and a titan shifter, experimenting on her, so she had barely paid any attention to you.

You and Hange had had a relationship for a while now, only a few people knew since they were older than you and they were your commander, so it was only fair that when they decided to ditch you for spending time with someone else you got mad. You felt abandoned. And a little jealous.

When you tried to talked to them about it they just had said that “you were being ridiculous.”

And this is how you ended up here.

“So, how long have you been working here?” Asked the young cadet talking to you. So far you only knew his name was Porco and he wasn’t very fond of the idea of being here now, which was funny because he decided to talk to you.

“I’ve been training since I was 13” you respond without much thought.

You still didn’t know if you liked him, he looked like a good guy, and in a different situation maybe you would be happy to get to know him better but now, you were only here for a reason.

“That’s impressive” he says. You’re not dumb, it’s obvious he was just flirting. “You’re pretty impressive” he continues, giving you a small smirk.

You only smiled back at him, pretending you didn’t know what he was doing.

On the other side of the room you felt Hange’s piercing stare. You haven’t even looked at them since they got here but you felt their eyes on you.

Hange knew what you were doing, but it didn’t stop them from getting mad every time you twirled a piece of your hair and laughed at something Porco had said. They knew they fucked up but weren’t going to admit it that soon.

“Stop staring at your brat, you freak.” commented Levi with a sigh while watching his friend’s eyes completely on you. When he found out about you two, he started calling you “Hange’s brat”. You weren’t even sure if he knew your real name.

“Why is he touching her?” Hange responded without turning to look at Levi. Porco had tried to touch your arm, but you pulled back before he did.

Levi only snorted and whispered a small “crazy” under his breath. He knew the kind of relationship you guys had, but still thought it was stupid when Hange got this jealous over something so small.

You see, Hange was… particularly protective over you, at first it was just that “they wanted to keep you safe” so they wanted to have you always in their sight in missions and in when you when around other people. But then it became a little extra, not everyone knew you were together (sure, your friends knew) but most of the camp didn’t even dare to ask, so that made it more difficult for them to keep the stupid guys who thought that had a chance with you away. Besides, the age difference between you two always has had Hange on edge.

You knew it wasn’t completely healthy, but you didn’t care. Hange was a little possessive, so what? You loved them anyway. You even thought it was hot. Maybe you weren’t healthy either.

So that’s how you ended up in this situation. You were playing with fire and you knew it, it was surprising that Hange didn’t rip you apart from the guy the moment he started talking.

But it was too late now, and you weren’t a coward.

You looked away from Porco and locked eyes with Hange. They were furious, you could see the grip they had in the cup they were holding.

You smiled, and leaned over to Porco to whisper something in his ear without looking away from Hange. You could see something dark passing by their gaze and only for a moment, you got nervous thinking you might have gone too far.

“I’ll go get something to drink, I’ll be right back.” was what you said to Porco.

“Oh… um, yeah. I’ll be here.” he said back and you walked over to the kitchen of the building you were in.

You didn’t make it far though before you felt a grip on your wrist. You fought it at first but when you saw who’s it was you stopped.

“Just walk. If you know what’s good for you” Hange said. They looked angry. Very angry. You didn’t dare to talk back so just let them guide you outside.

It wasn’t long before you reached the entrance. The night was cold and the sky was clear and full of starts. You could hear some faint chattering and music from the party inside.

You were just about to say something when Hange pushed you against the wall, their hand in the side of your head. They were taller than you so you looked up and saw something dangerous in their eyes.

“You think you’re funny huh” they said with an evil smirk. “Trying to make me jealous? Very mature of you.”

You lowkey loved when they were like this, and their words just confirmed that what you did had worked so you decided to play along.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you just said. Looking up at them with your doe eyes, trying to look confused.

You looked so innocent, which only made Hange more jealous when they remembered that guy talking to you. “Don’t play dumb, he was all over you.”

“Who are you talking about?” You replied making a frown.

Hange was losing their patience. They knew you planned this, they knew you weren’t innocent. Looking at your slightly parted lips and the small dress you were wearing only made them wanting to be the only one on your mind.

Hange’s knee went between your legs, surprising you and lifting your dress a little, making you move against their thigh out of instinct. They laughed mockingly and their hand pressed slightly over your neck, keeping themselves still with the other hand on the wall.

They were so close to you, body pressed against yours and it only turned you on more. You two stayed like that for a moment, face so close you could feel their breath, you bit your lip, preparing for whatever they might do next.

Though you didn’t expect what came out of their lips.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” They whispered almost in pain.

“Then show me.” You said silently.

You stumbled a little when their lips where on yours. It was a desperate kiss, a needy kiss. The hand they had in your neck went directly to your waist and putting more pressure between your thighs. You gasped and they took advantage to enter their tongue. The kiss got more intense and your hands went to Hange’s hair. You separated, gasping for air, both when you went back for another kiss Hange stopped you, putting a hand in your neck again.

They took a moment to admire you. You looked so pretty like that to them. Your hair a mess and your needy look. So innocent. So perfect.

“You love me, right?” They whispered.

“I love you.” You responded, trying to lean back for another kiss but Hange stopped you again.

“If you pull something like that again I won’t be so gentle, princess” they said with a warning tone. “You’re mine, don’t forget that.”

And with that, they turned around and went back to the party. Leaving you there as if nothing happened.

You knew they just wanted to turn you on and then leaving you. It was your punishment.

Oh how you hated them.

[honey-floret]

(CW// Drugs, Non-con, Manipulation)

Log X11042555b Journal of Dr. Beatrice "Honey" Lewis

Time seemed to slow down as Honey enjoyed every soft caress, every meaningful kiss, every build up and release as the two humans intertwined their bodies in a passionate embrace. Her clothes started to feel too hot and restrictive, and her panties grew ever more wet with every passing moment. She struggled to try and take them off, but Alma wasn't having it. She pinned Honey down and bit her neck. The bite sent a shock right through Honey as she let out a loud moan. Her mind was slowly being lost to endless bliss. No thoughts were allowed to pass through her head.

All the while Cybilpedium watched intently, taking in all the pleasure she had caused. It was all part of the game of course. Show Honey exactly the kinds of things she could expect out of being her floret and slowly watching her crumble. She'd be surprised if her repressed researcher didn't break after this. But then again there was more fun to be had.

"I think you two have had enough fun for now, don't we want to get back to our little game?"

Honey tried to form a sentence but all she was able to get out was "G..g..game?"

"Yes petal, our little game. I think I might change some rules.. I'm thinking that I get to ask truth or dare to you two cuties and you answer! Doesn't that sound like fun? You don't even have to think of any questions, you just get to enjoy. And I suppose I need you a bit more, shall we say, aware for this."

Cybil's vines stretched out of her arm, slowly pulling Alma off of Honey. With a slight prick she administered a counter agent to the Xenodrugs within Honey, removing all of that intoxicating sensitivity. Honey moaned, "Noooooo!!!"

"No? No what?" The affini giggled, "as I said we can't play more if you're not able to even form a sentence. That wouldn't be fun would it?"

"I guess, I guess not Cybil..." Honey said dejectedly.

"And I think we're going to change that too. For the remainder of this game I want you to call me Miss Cybilpedium, just like my sweet Alma."

Honey grumbled but she did really want to play more. She would love it if Cyb... Miss Cybilpedium, told Alma and her to continue kissing again. No! No! Those weren't the thoughts of an independent sophont! But it felt so good tho...

"Now then Alma!"

The floret excitedly wagged her butt! "Yes Miss Cybil!!"

"I choose truth for you, tell me little one, do you enjoy playing with Honey?"

"Oh yes yes yes yes!!! Honey is the best and I love playing with her!" The floret was wagging her butt even more excitedly and flapping her arms.

"Good~ Now," the Affini turned her gaze to the independent sophont, "What is your name darling?"

What a weird question to ask Honey thought, "Honeyyy!!!!!"

"Is it?"

The Affini took out her own data pad and searched for something,

"Right here in the legal records your name is Dr. Beatrice Lewis."

Honey looked incredibly confused, "But... but I'm Honey!"

"Curious isn't it? It's something we can change don't you worry. I'll make sure that your name is Honey forever. But I have a couple more questions to ask you. Oh my before that; your clothes look so dirty and disheveled, and I can see you're just sitting in your own wet. Before we go on, I think it's time to get you changed. Both of you. It must feel so uncomfortable to be sitting in such wet panties such as yours."

The Affini gestured something with her vines, a come here motion. Honey felt her body moving to the command without thinking. Hopping up into Miss Cybilpedium's arms right beside Alma. They were just as warm and reassuring as they had always been. Together they walked through the house to Miss Cybilpedium's bedroom. It was decorated similarly to the rest of the house, with artefacts from other worlds, with a large lavish bed in the middle with a set of stairs leading up to it. She set the humans down on the bed. She made a gesture with her hand, and both Sophonts immediately sat. Miss Cybilpedium began rustling through her drawers.

"No, no, no, oh these look cute! I'm so glad I compiled a second pair; a matching set!"

The Affini turned around holding a pink and purple matching pyjama set, along with two sets of white lace panties. She set to work stripping Alma first. Her vines gently guiding the dress off of Alma's body, exposing the florets large breasts. Honey couldn't help but blush. Her vines then worked their way down Alma's body removing her panties. Honey couldn't help but cover her eyes, while she really wanted to see Alma's body, no! She's a good girl she won't. Alma teased her. "You're allowed to look silly! I'm very proud of pussy. The Xeno Vet did such a good job!"

Honey uncovered her eyes a smidge, and there Alma was, her whole body looking even more radiant than it did in clothes. Fuck she was so beautiful. However it didn't last long as Miss Cybilpediums vines were back at work putting on Alma's new outfit. When she was finished she turned to Honey, her vines making a gesture that said arms up! Honey lifted her arms and her dress was quickly off. Her small tits exposed to Cybil and Alma. Her hands quickly shot down to her chest and she covered them.

"It's okay Petal, it's not like we haven't seen breasts before. And you have a very nice pair."

Honey blushed, "it's not.. it's not that. It's just I've been on hrt for so long and I've never been able to grow more than this. And Alma's are so just big and gorgeous."

"Petal, Petal, if you want bigger breasts just ask. We can get you on a regiment of Class Gs and just give you the biggest and best breasts imaginable."

"Re...really?"

"Yes and all you have to do is ask."

"I.. I would like that."

"Then it's settled, you will have exactly the kind of breasts you've ever dreamed of. Now please, may I finish changing you?"

"Umm I have another problem. I umm, I don't really want either of you to see what I have down there..."

Alma was about to say something but was shushed by Miss Cybilpedium.

"Then we shall close our eyes, and that can also be solved. I know a wonderful Xeno Vet who would be pleased to help you solve that issue."

"Miss Cybilpedium? Thank you."

"Of course Petal" and with that both Alma and Miss Cybilpedium shut their eyes, as Cybil's vines did their work. Removing the dirty panties and putting nice fresh clean ones on Honey, as well as the matching pyjamas.

"Now then we should get back to our game." The affini stretched, "I think it's time to ask Honey another question."

"But it was my turn!!" Squealed Alma.

"It's whoever's turn I decide little one. Honey, what do you do when I say the words Good Girl"

Honey didn't think she just dropped to all fours onto the bed. Her body moved on its own as her butt began to wag furiously. She let out several loud barks.

"That's exactly right!! What a good girl!!"

Honey's barks became even more excited. Alma started barking along.

"Good girls!! Alma, what do puppies do together?"

Miss Cybilpedium said as her vines reached behind her and grabbed a knotted rope. She tossed the rope between the between the humans. Alma immediately pounced on the rope grabbing it in her mouth and shaking it. Honey not to be outdone tried to grab the other end of the rope in her mouth. Upon catching it she started to pull starting a tug of war between the two of them. Both humans tugged and growled and yanked as they fought for the rope. Inch by inch Alma started to let go of the rope, eventually letting it go completely and Honey tumbled backwards. Seeing an opportunity Alma jumped on Honey and started licking her face!

"Absolutely adorable. But unfortunately the game must go on. Now puppies slowly come back and return to your Sophont selves. Very good. Now I have a question for Honey. Do you remember what you looked like over a year ago when the Human Domestication Treaty was signed?"

"Looked like this?" Honey answered gesturing to herself. What confusing questions these were. Of course she looked exactly the same as she does now. Nothing really has changed in her life that much.

"No Petal."

The affini turned her datapad to Honey.

"This is what you looked like."

On the screen was bent over human, her silver and brown hair all frazzled, frayed, and unkept. Her glasses too big for her face, a perpetual scowl on her lips. A face of pure misery. Her clothes dark and practical.

"I.. what.. that's not me is it?"

"It is Petal."

"But I..." what did Honey look like? She was certain that woman on the screen wasn't her. But how could she prove that?

"Here let me play you the recording. To prove it's you."

Hello, this is Dr. Beatrice Lewis signing on for the first time. It's been about a month since the Terran Accord dissolved with the signing of the Human Domestication Treaty with the Affini Compact...........

As the recording played Honey kept trying to object, but each time Miss Cybilpedium silenced her. Finally the recording finished. "That totally isn't me. I wouldn't say those things!"

"Petal remember what I said before, legally your name is Dr. Beatrice Lewis. This is from your data pad."

"How... let me see a mirror! I can prove it's not me!" Honey didn't believe this, that couldn't have been her!

Miss Cybilpedium put a mirror in front of Honey. What she saw in the mirror was a happy girl, all smiles, her hair a little messy from play, but clean and fresh, her eyes sparkling under her well fitting glasses, if not a little blown out, and a fresh colourful comfy outfit on her body.

"See! I told you it wasn't me!"

"Oh Honey. What else do you see in that mirror?"

Miss Cybil snapped her fingers.

Honey's mind slowly started to come back to itself. With a growing, horrifying, realization that what she saw wasn't the smart independent Sophont she knew herself to be. But a dumb, happy Floret.

- End Recording -

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[samualjennings]

Parting Company

Chapter 1

The Stage is now set, and our time is near! While none can deny that the scene has been dour, This hallowed ground shall once again be full of cheer! We mustn’t tarry at this, our fateful hour. Though we be mere artists, and our stage somewhat small… Nonetheless we must give it our all!

Oh, what dreams had befallen broken hearts, Who almost didn’t dare, But could not forsake their rightful part: A duty they’re compelled to bear. It’s true, I knew not well the author of this command, But who needs a commander to make a stand?!

I fight for honor, to pay back my due, That without my debtors’ knowledge I did accrue. Let my bow be my sword! Let it ring in every ear: It matters not who’d discount it; Fair Lackadaisy’s still…..!

“Are you gonna keep yappin’ up there, or are we gonna get this show on the road? We only got a couple hours to practice, you know.”

Rocky was suddenly pulled from his reverie, his vision coming back into focus on Zib’s annoyed expression.

“Right! Of course.” The agile cat jumped down from where he was perched atop the wine cabinet, violin in hand. “So then, maestro, what melodies do we have planned to impress our illustrious guests tonight?”

Zib struck a match on his shoe, before bringing it up to the cigarette in his mouth. He took one deep puff of calming smoke before turning his attention to the young lad’s question. “Haven’t quite decided. Mitzi’s bringing in some executive types, and if I know anything about your average, everyday fat cat, it’s that they can’t stand anything that wouldn’t put a kitten to sleep.” Zib sported an annoyed expression, accentuating his speech by various arm gestures, the smoke from his cigarette forming erratic patterns on its way up to the cave ceiling.

“Of course,” Zib continued, “it isn’t exactly your average, everyday fat cat who comes to get wasted at a speakeasy in the first place, is it?”

Rocky listened intently to the band leader, wanting to help him resolve this minor conundrum. Realistically, though, there was only so much help he could offer. “Alas, I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had the privilege of meeting many average, everyday fat cats,” Rocky remarked with a hint of irony.

The older cat took another long drag of tobacco, and it was like the wheels turning in his head suddenly clicked into place. “That’s it. I’ve made my decision.” Zib extinguished his cigarette on a nearby ashtray. “These executives are coming to a speakeasy? Well, by God, they’re gonna get the speakeasy experience! We’re gonna swing this place so hard, their fragile hearts skip a beat!”

Rocky beamed with excitement, his smile extending to the ends of his face. “And what a beat there will be!” The exuberant violinist grabbed Zib’s hand and rushed him to the stage, where the rest of the band was waiting for them. “Make haste, maestro! At the ready, my dear cohorts! We have a show tonight, and everyone has a role to play!”

Not waiting for any official signal to start, the dramatic violinist began to play the complicated string part of a swing piece he had written himself. Zib was slightly stunned by the man’s sudden assertiveness, but it did not affect him for long. The band leader simply shrugged, picking up his sax and following Rocky’s lead. The rest of the band then filled in with their parts.

Tonight could be the night: the night when Lackadaisy claws its way up from the dumps it had been relegated to, and retakes its rightful place at the head of underground Saint Louis society! Alternatively, it could merely draw it down further into the depths. Rocky was determined to make sure of the former. He owed his soul to the band, to Mitzi, to this magical place, and he trusted tonight that magic would be made known for all to see!

And thus, I begin my new Lackadaisy fanfiction!

I won't spoil too much (and I don't have everything planned out), but I will say that this is gonna be a Hellerby fanfic!

I wont adhere to any particular update schedule, but I'll write when inspiration hits and post here as I finish chapters!

Hope you like it! <3

[bimbos-are-angels]

Scream for me? pt. 2

AN: Hey guys! Back with the part 2, thank you all for your continued support! If you enjoy, consider reblogging please!

Pt. 1 Here: https://www.tumblr.com/bimbos-are-angels/758029823922880512/scream-for-me?source=share

CW: Dead Dove, Obvs MDNI, Kidnapping, Mentions of toxic behavior, Kidnapping, P in V, BJ, Unprotected Sex.

With labored breaths, you walked backward towards the stairs to make a quick escape. 

“Darling- Don’t run away from me now… That’s just not polite” Your intruder slowly muttered, words getting muffled behind his white mask. 

“Get the fuck away from me you freak” You spat back. 

In a flash, he had you knocked to the floor, and stood above you. He had such a proud stance it was difficult for you not to feel scared. 

“You’re smart-” He knelt. “- A clever girl like you has to be rewarded for figuring out my little game.”

After having the wind knocked out of you and coughing for a bit, you finally were able to get on your knees to look up at him.

“Who the hell are you? What the hell is going on?” 

“Shh- You’ll find out soon enough.”

He grabbed you by your hair, and then yanked you to your feet. Feeling a cold object hit your lower back, you had to listen to his every request and command. “Walk” You quickly scurried to match this intruder's speed. He opened the door to his car, and pushed you into the passenger's side. The man got into the driver's side, turned on the car, and drove away in a flurry. After an hour of driving, you had fallen asleep because of how late it was. However, you woke up quickly to the sound of a car door slamming shut, and the man opening yours to guide you into a small cabin. Unaware of your surroundings, you shook with fear and intrigue. 

“Do you recognize me?” 

“You’ve got a mask on dumbass.” You snarkily replied. You heard a muffled chuckle. Taking his mask off, you did recognize him. You had worked with this guy. 

Dan… Danny.

He was a quiet guy, kept to himself. You would be lying if you didn’t have a small work crush on him. He was so dedicated to his work. You would find yourself staring at him as he rolled up his sleeves and wrote with such devotion. The way he would push back the hair in his face as he intently stared at his work. The one time you two worked on a case together, he brought you coffee every morning. You wish you had gotten to know him better, but you assumed that he was the type to care more about his work than any woman he would be with. 

“Danny… Right?” 

You finally saw his face, and you were met with a small smile that crept from his lips. He slowly trudged up to where you were standing and cupped your face with his large hands. 

“Nice job. I wouldn’t expect any less from you, you still have that smart brain and witty mouth I love.” You felt your face get hot. 

“I’m sorry it had to come down to this my darling- I couldn’t get you out of my head and I wanted to see you work your sweet little head off one last time.” Every word he said to you trickled out of his mouth like honey. It felt real and genuine. He kissed you and you felt yourself kissing him back. Moaning when his hands traveled down to your hips and ass, he groaned and moved down to kiss your neck and collarbones. Danny stopped for a second to see your reaction- and he nearly lost it when he saw your slack face and seductive eyes staring up back at him. Pushing you down to your knees and unbuckling his belt, he groaned

“Suck me off."

You were shocked by his dick, it was...huge. You struggled to fit his whole length into your mouth, but you slowly were mesmerized by the fluid motion of sucking him off. He began to twitch and grab your hair with one hand to 'comfort you' and he covered his mouth with the other hand. When he finished, he was a whimpering mess. You took off your pants, thinking that if he was going to use you, you wanted to finish what he had started. Sitting in his lap, you slowly took in his length. As you bottomed out, you let out the most gorgeous moan that he had ever heard. He needed you... he had killed for you... and he would do everything in his power to keep you in his life forever. Fucking into him- you rocked your hips up and down in an erratic motion. When your hips started to hurt, he took over and began to pump into you over and over. Before he came, he looked into your eyes- your bloodshot and tired eyes. Gripping your ass, he finished inside and then collapsed beside you. The exhaustion had finally taken you as you fell asleep next to him. He made a promise that night, that he would always protect you... even from a distance ♡

[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

CAN YOU DO THE KISS PROMPT 40 FOR RUSPRUS PLEASE 🙏🙏 I LOVE ALL YOUR FANFICS❤️❤️❤️

Russia grabbed the other man’s hips and pulled him into his lap. He could tell from the way that Prussia folded into him that there was little resistance.

He was testing whether Prussia would push him away and be true to what he had said before the First World War, that he never loved him.

He had kissed him to see if he would kiss back and was pleasantly surprised at the result, which had turned from a kiss to many very quickly. Russia could swear that he felt Prussia briefly grind against him as they kissed and heard a little needy whine.

Russia decided to pull away, saying as he did, “Huh, interesting.”

He didn’t elaborate intentionally so that he could watch the look on the other’s face. Prussia looked predictably perplexed and deeply flushed, though he hesitated before saying, “What is interesting?”

He didn’t look particularly like he wanted an answer. Instead, he leaned forward like he badly wanted to continue kissing without an answer. Russia was sure he would quite like that, because it would be uncomplicated. He was certain that Prussia would have gladly spent another century not naming the feeling between them and denying it when pressed.

Prussia may not know what he was about to say, but the man had the instincts to know when an ambush was coming. His best defense was to choose more physical affection.

Russia was determined to not give him an out. He said, “It is interesting that you say that you do not love me, but you kiss me back like you do.”

Aware that Prussia might try to escape the conversation, Russia grabbed his hips very firmly. He saw the other flinch slightly from the pressure before saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Russia searched his face to test if he really remembered. Prussia looked like he was genuinely confused, like he could not remember one of the most fraught conversations they had ever had. Russia decided that he needed to be clearer, “You must recall. Before the wars, you said you did not love me.”

He left out the part of the conversation that had stuck so clearly in his head: I don’t love you enough to undermine Ludwig.

He saw and felt the man tensing in his lap, which all but confirmed that he did remember. Prussia was clearly chewing on the inside of his lip before saying, “I only said that because-“

He trailed off and looked away like he could not stand the thought and refused to give voice to it. He only said, tersely, “What does it matter now?”

Russia refused to accept that as an answer. He grabbed Prussia’s chin with one hand and forced him to meet his eyes. He said, firmly, “I am responsible for your rehabilitation, and we are going to be together for a very long time.”

He smirked to himself at his careful phrasing, knowing he had every intention of keeping Prussia by his side for as long as he had the power to. He brought the other's face even closer to his as he said, “So, I need to know who to believe, your voice or your lips.”

He punctuated the statement by brushing his lips against Prussia’s teasingly. He felt Prussia lean forward like he wanted another kiss badly. Prussia hesitated before finally admitting, “Fine. I lied. I lied because I thought that if I said it, it’d be true. I needed it to be easy to leave you.”

He put both of his hands on either side of Russia’s face and said, uncharacteristically honest, “It wasn’t easy. I missed you. I need you.”

He leaned in for a kiss, but Russia held him back with the hand on his chin, “Ah, not yet. Say it.”

It was a command. Ever obedient, Prussia said, “I do love you, Vanya.” Even in the low light, the embarrassed flush that spilled across his face at the omission was obvious.

Russia purred, “That is the right answer.” He finally rewarded Prussia with a deep kiss.

[xueyuverse]

Summary chapters 35-41 of Qiang Jin Jiu

Ah yes, Lanzhou killed Ji Lei.

"Or let's not... Being a homosexual cannot be considered a major problem, but it's not a minor problem either. It would be difficult to explain to both sides if we say it wrong. Second Young Master will get a beating."

These two having to watch Ce’an and Lanzhou 24/7 was one of the best things that happened in this novel. I think I can call them voyeurs now lol

Ce’an wants to know what Lanzhou’s internal martial art is for whatever reason. Lanzhou is weaker than him, so I don't know why he's so desperate. He is very suspicious akakak

There is someone Ji Gang asked Lanzhou to meet. Who? I have no idea 😃

Like a ghost, the man hid in the shadows and tried to escape.

And there's this other person too argh

“Although he didn't carry a sword with him, he is probably from the Imperial Bodyguards.”

Someone from the Imperial Bodyguards using foreign product that is exceptional in stealth. I can only think of someone like Ji Gang, but I don't think it's him.

“Ji Lei made a full confession about his intention to rebel in the Nanlin Hunting Ground.”

This bastard only confessed because he was literally on his last breath. Lanzhou terrified him akkakak

"It's truly abominable of the Hua Clan to conspire with the eunuchs and Imperial Bodyguards to plan a rebellion!"

And yet the Empress Dowager continues to emerge from this situation unscathed. I wanted to know why she, who did so much shit, doesn't receive a single unit of punishment.

Ding Tao said: "But wasn't Shen Wei the culprit? What does this have to do with Shen Zechuan?!"

It's simply for convenience. Shen Wei died, so they have no one to take out their anger on, all that's left is Lanzhou who bears the surname of someone he's never seen in his life because he was expelled from his clan. Lanzhou lost two people he loved because of Shen Wei, he knows very well what happened to the soldiers in the Chashi sinkhole because he was there, but everyone sees Lanzhou just as an extension of his father to be kicked and humiliated, as if his surname did not allow him to be a complete and individual human being.

Xiao Chiye needed an opportunity to shake some sense into the Imperial Army. And Tantai Hu today was that.

What I said before about these soldiers being very annoying to deal with.

“Tantai Hu came from Zhongbo. You know it. But you still switched him to yesterday's list so he could vent his anger and resentment.”

This right here made me suspicious of Chen Yang. Since he esteems Ce’an so much, then why do this? Is it just because of Lanzhou?

Xiao Chiye grabbed his hands and pinned them to the headboard. Smelling his perfume in the darkness, he said, "You sleep in my bed. You know very well what I think every night. You said I'm impressive. Shen Lanzhou, the impressive thing is you."

"I want to do this." Xiao Chiye lowered his head to face him. “I want to fuck you.”

And it is from here that we have a long sex scene between two people who hate each other. Enemies that are so enemies that it doesn't fit in your head and you need to have and shove hate up your ass.

Great Mentor Qi said, "The Imperial Bodyguards' deployment order is about to be issued soon, right? Where do you want to go?"

Shen Zechuan replied: "The Imperial Carriage Office. Near the Emperor."

And of course Ce’an is suspicious of his choice arrrgghhh someone make Ce’an stop for the love of God.

Xiao Chiye, originally Viceroy of the Imperial Army, also assumed the position of Commander of the Eight Great Training Divisions, thus legitimizing his authority over Qudu's patrols.

And so Li Jianheng withdraws the position that Emperor Xiande asked for because he is another fearful easily terrorized by the Xiao clan arrrgghhh 😭

The Ji clan dominates the Imperial Bodyguards, who are currently without a master, and Lanzhou has the protection of Ji Gang. I think Ce’an suspects (as always) that Lanzhou wants to be the master of the Imperial Bodyguards, which really makes sense.

[miguelsfangservice]

BEYOND THE SPOTLIGHT

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Famous Idol Reader

Warnings: Negative and positive stereotypes about the industry (idk, probably later in the story), and not the best english lol (sorry in advance). Summary: It doesn't matter he's at HQ trying to keep the multiverse afloat, your face, your voice, your smile and laugh follows him everywhere. No, he is not loosing it (yet); it's just that its kind of inevitable when most spiders under his command are... how did Gwen called it? Ah-staning you? Well, he can't really complain, it's his girlfriend,after all.

“The first time you hear it it may seem shallow, but I’m telling you,bro,when you pay close attention  it’s one of the best pieces of art depicting the oppression of individuals for expressing their sexuality, y’know what i mean.”

An awkward silence settled in the room before Pavitr and Miles let out some nervous chuckles.

“I thought it was a love story” Miguel's ears hurt just by hearing Pavitr retort with his mouth full of god knows what..

“...I’ve listened to it a couple of times and I have to agree with Pav.”

Before Hobie could open his mouth to reaffirm his earlier claim, Miguel slammed his fists on his desk.

“Do I need to remind all of you we are trying to have a serious discussion here?”

Silence. For at least a few seconds before Pavitr can’t resist anymore and turns to Hobie once more.

“What part of the song are you referring to, because I think-”

“It’s specially obvious at 1:30 when she sings-”

“Get out- If you’re not taking this problem seriously,OUT”

“ But I'm…” Miles tries to argue back, but at this point and with how exhausted Miguel is, he just doesn’t care about whatever they have to say.

“THE THREE OF YOU, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT”

While leaving his office, Hobie and Pavitr still have the absolute audacity to continue their discussion in hushed voices (mostly Pavitr, Hobie does not care if Miguel hears him”; Miles doesn’t speak again but Miguel can see him trying to hide his amusement.

If Miguel had eaten anything, if he had gotten enough sleep or, most importantly, if he had seen you at least once today, he miiiiiiiight’ve been in a better mood to confirm that yes, Hobie was right, it was kind of your intention to convey those themes in your last single.

He would know, he was there giving you feedback  and taking care of you when you put your heart and soul into writing that song.

Also, even if he had the mood to discuss it with those kids, he wouldn’t try his luck and let them get suspicious enough for them to put everything together and figure out he’s been dating you for over a year now.

Miguel wouldn’t hear the end of it if any of the spiders knew about their huge and scary boss dating the “pop divinity”, the “fan´s delight”. Besides, it would get a lot harder for you to sneak into the HQ to spend some time together after your rehearsals or just when about every spider went home.

Although, he couldn't deny he was getting tired of keeping the relationship a secret; he hated hiding to every person he deemed close to him the fact that he wanted to spend the rest of his miserable (and probably very short) life with you.

But he knew you were not quite ready yet. Not until you were able to live with the fact that yes, your boyfriend is Spiderman, and he’s not only putting his life and sanity at risk in your universe, but also putting an unimaginable burden on his shoulders by trying to keep several other universes safe.

You already had a lot on your plate with the sudden burst of fame and all the work you were putting into creating your first solo album.

Sometimes, Miguel kinda wished you were still doing activities with your girl group, it put a lot less pressure on you and your health. But he felt guilty just for thinking about it.

This was your dream, having your own solo activities, showing the world your songs and what you were capable of. And he was so proud of you, so happy to see your face light up after you finished writing a song or when you learned a difficult choreography. 

Miguel O’hara had the heart of steel to do a lot of harsh things, to take the decisions no one else wanted to take for the sake of hundreds of universes and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to see your sad face if he ever questioned what you were doing to achieve your dreams.

“Lyla, I'll be calling it a night. Got to get home.”

Just when he was about to exit, she appeared right in front of him with a huge magnifying glass in which he could see her eye getting bigger, examining him; Miguel grunted and tried to brush her off as if she was a bug

“This early? Who are you and what did you do with my boss? I’m gonna put the emergency lockdown if you don’t answer me right now-”

“I’m trying to recall at what point of your creation I made you this damn noisy.” he hissed, walking faster and then swinging away from her. “Besides, no te hagas tonta (don't act dumb), you know damn well where I’m going and with who.”

“And I appreciate the trust you put in me by telling me your secret–” she started saying, solemnly.

“We both know I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“But, as your best friend and the one who knows you best–”

“Firstly, I don’t have a best friend and secondly, the one who knows me best is Y/N, not you!” Miguel interrupted and pointed a finger at her, trying to poke her, but his complaints were ignored as Lyla continued with her ramblings.

“I think I have enough authority in your life to give you some well needed love advice” Miguel couldn’t help but snort at the ‘authority’ affirmation.

At this point he decided to completely ignore her voice and focus on getting to your shared home; it had been a long day and all he wanted to do was bury his face in your shoulder and try to sleep with his girl by his side.

❃❃❃❃

A/N: Well, this is my first fanfic for the fandom. If you liked this, please, consider following, leaving a comment, like or reblog, I would really really appreciate it, specially cuz I'm not sure if anyone would like to read more about this.

[sorumika]

God help me this dream I had the other night, I just had to write about it.

Wandering around aimlessly in the back of an empty library, glancing back to see an older man smiling at you. Of course you smile back, it’s common knowledge you should be polite. Especially with the lingering thought of what he might do since the two of you are alone.

He comes over to you, just a friendly hello. Maybe the two of you share an interest in the same genre, exchange the names of your favourite novels. Or atleast that’s why you tell yourself he’s here, surely you’re not so disgusting as to let those lewd thoughts actually bother you?

The two of you actually seem to get along quite well. He’s strangely quick to tell you about his interest in books on psychology and how the mind works, or just the whole topic in general. You hardly even notice the way he runs his fingers along your arm every so often, fingers trailing along the back of your neck.

You find it hard to look away from him, the more he talks the more you find yourself getting lost in his words. And god those eyes.. you swear you could look at them for hours. You don’t even try to resist as he takes you by the hand and escorts you out of the building, blindly agreeing to let him take you back to his apartment for a drink.

His hand rests on the back of your neck as the two of you walk, you can’t help but just nod along to everything my he says. Though you’re hardly listening, all you can think of is how his lips would feel against yours. You imagine he’d taste like sharp whiskey and cigarette smoke. Or perhaps the opposite, sweet and passionate like your favourite candies.

His apartment is nicely decorated, the walls plastered with photos of different sceneries, an oddly comforting smell lingers in the hallways. You know this is where you’re meant to be. Right where he wants you to be. Of course, he never intended to bring you back for a drink. Far from it. Though his true intentions are just what you want, aren’t they?

As he sits you down, the first thing he asks you is a rather blunt question, one that catches you a little off guard.

“Have you ever been hypnotised before, love?”

You shake your head at this, somewhat still lost in thought. Though you try to stay focused, the man did invite you in after all. It would be rude to simply stare, even if he was too gorgeous to resist.

He suggests you let him try out a technique he’s become quite good with, of course you agree. You don’t even know what he’s talking about, but you know you can’t say no to him. Maybe it was the way he spoke, or just the fact you wanted him to have his way with you.

You barely even notice yourself slipping away, your mind emptying as he continues to speak. His words become your thoughts, the only thing you need. You know this is where you belong, under his command. It’s almost impossible to look away now, he already had you in his grasp from the moment you met.

You don’t resist as he begins to remove your clothing. Why would you? This is how it’s meant to be, you belong to him afterall. Who are you to say no?

“Just lie back for me, doll. Let’s take care of you, shall we?”

You hadn’t even noticed how wet you’d gotten. His hands subtly trailing up your thighs, rubbing at the sides of your hips. You were practically throbbing, body aching for more.

He tells you to nod, you do it. You’d already given him your consent now, he wasn’t going to stop. Not that you would even dare ask him to. One hand gently wraps around your throat, the other sliding down toward that spot you crave to be pleasured.

He slips his fingers inside you with ease, you were already soaked with your own arousal. He had no trouble working one inside, soon adding another. You can’t find the strength to move, instead only finding yourself able to let out lewd noises and pathetic moans, subconsciously grinding your hips back against his hand. Desperate for more.

Maybe he’ll let you cum, maybe he won’t. Perhaps he’ll make you beg for him to move his fingers, or fuck you senseless until the only thing you can do is whine like the pathetic toy you are. He’ll break you one way or another.

“You’re just a doll for me to play with, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You know you’ll nod your pretty head back at him, letting him toy with you for however long he wants.

Please please pleaseee I need this.

[little-lily-w]

Surgery part 5

<<Part 4                    You asked for  Part 6>>

A/N: My soul left my body

You obeyed with a shaky breath, walking directly to the slaughterhouse. His tilted head was enough of a command for you to move your hands back to the leather cuffs so he could adjust them, meanwhile your mind was trying to connect the dots of the reality you were in. Clearly, you not only surrendered but you also gave him the whole power which meant he would cut the rest of the required bruises and he’d do it fast and mercilessly for the simple sake of ending the game soon.

The amount of sweat in your forehead was increasing to the point that your eyebrows started failing at stopping it from getting into your eyes which every time it did, it made you let out a small whimper. If it wasn’t enough with you being restrained, now you struggled to follow his actions for a few blind seconds. Unnerving.

His hand moved up above your belly and you flinched hard. He disregarded it. Your reflexes were more of the same and in two hours he managed to read you like a map. As long as you didn’t try another stupid idea, you were going to be fine. He let out a light chuckle almost unwillingly. What could you even attempt to do like that? He had calculated every detail in such a clever way that he would have congratulated himself if it weren’t for the fact that this was also more of the same, more of Chishiya’s way of doing things.

“This”, he pointed at your top with his eyes. “It needs to go as well”.

You turned your head to the side, not wanting to listen to him anymore. Embarrassment and anger grew in your stomach. You resented him. And you were sure you were going to resent him even more after he finished, that, if you managed to survive. But you couldn’t play the ignoring game for too long because the feeling of his hand grabbing a fist of the fabric called you back to him.

“What are you doing?”, you asked him with disgust as you saw him place the knife underneath the top to start cutting it down in half. “Chishiya!”, you yelled at him, writhing as much as you could to show your annoyance. “What the fuck?!”, you continued once he pulled the piece of fabric off and you noticed his intention of making it two pieces.

“If I cut you through it, it’s gonna go to waste anyway. This way, it could serve as bandages. Unless, of course, you think it’s a good idea to… cut you through it”.

It was exasperating to hear him explain things like you were three and it was more annoying to see he wasn’t going to continue with the process unless you answered his stupid proposal.  

“Do what you want with it. And fuck you, by the way”. You weren’t going to put up with his humiliation any longer.

Your answer surprised him, though, or better say he faked a surprise, arching his eyebrows and giving a step backwards with his hands up as if he was mockingly saying: Hey, I’m sorry. Once you rolled your eyes and sighed, he moved closer again, leaving the now two pieces of fabric next to you on the stretcher. He leaned down and moved the blade to your breast, making contact with the cold steel but you repressed the whimper, eyes fixed on the roof.

“You are not going to look at me?”, he let out and it sort of sounded like a dare. If he was looking to help increasing the amount of irritation you felt inside, he was clearly on the right path.

Your eyes look back into his and miraculously, they didn’t resemble the scared animal part of you.

“Are you enjoying this, Chishiya? You get off on having people feeling stupid before you?”

He chuckled ever so softly that the air from his nose tickled your breastbone. Your toes curled.

Then he slid the edge down the upper curve of your left breast, stopping once he reached the middle string of your bikini. You whined, pulling uselessly from the restrains as he moved to your other breast.

“No, I’m not”, he then replied. “If there was a way for us to come out alive without doing this, I’d choose it. I wouldn’t have to put up with the whining”.

Of course. The little shit wouldn’t choose it out of not inflicting pain on you but rather to lessen his unfortunate discomfort.

“As for your second question”, he paused to do the same exact cut on the other side. The blooddrops ran down to stain the bikini which successfully absorbed them. Your breathing became faster, muscles contracting hard to bear the burning. “People feeling stupid because I’m clever is just a reaction. I have no control over it so I can’t be accused of getting off on something that escapes my grip”.

You wanted to roll your eyes again but his fingers lay softly under your jaw before you did so. Not this time, little mouse. You looked at him with questioning annoyed eyes, clearly regretting your silly display of attitude a second later: “Why so intrigued about what gets me off?”

Chishiya tilted your jaw slightly upwards, exposing your neck and as soon as you realized what he was doing, you attempted to squirm again, your chin desperately making friction against his grip which became significantly firmer. “Sh”, he scolded you, as your breathing escalated again, this time hyperventilating without the help of his hand. You looked around the room, not really focusing on anything while your feet tried to kick air before he finally put an end to your futile attempts of escaping with a sudden strong pull from your chin to center your head again. “Calm down. It’ll hurt but I’m not going to kill you. It’s about trust, remember?” he used that exasperating tone again for explaining the last phrase.

“Chishiya, please…!”, you begged, panic about to take whole control over you if he wasn’t actually making it compete with the anger.

“Sh”, he hushed you again. “You need to stay very very still. Otherwise, it’ll go wrong.”

“How do you expect me to stay still?”, you sobbed, tears about to spill from your eyes.

“You’ll figure it out. Maybe by thinking about the answer to my question”, he smirked. It wasn’t the place and for sure not the right time to do so but he still had the nerve of smirking before sliding the blade down one side of your throat. What you didn’t quite catch was the fact that he was actually studying your neck dead seriously, in order to avoid crossing the path of your jugular. And because of that, as soon as your lips parted open to scream in pain, his hand flew to your mouth with no delicacy for you to growl into his palm so you kept your head still. The second cut was fucking harder for him. He didn’t make any gesture for you to realize about it, but the way your cervical trembled in anticipation after the pain you experienced before wasn’t offering a stable region. He huffed, letting go of your mouth without actually cutting, allowing you to breathe better. You looked at him in fear and bewilderment as he stood straight.

“You don’t want the taser gun but I can’t do it if you are trembling like this”.

“No!”, you hurried to say at the mention of the fucking gun. “I’m sorry. It just… It burns”, you let out as an excuse for your behavior.

The game voice sounded again announcing the time that was left in the countdown. Chishiya leaned down again over you, his hand barely coming in contact with the back of your head, getting in the space between it and the stretcher. You flinched as he moved closer and closer to your neck but him blowing cold air over the fresh wound wasn’t something you were prepared to react to. “And the answer?” he asked gently, blowing again, making you freeze.

A/N: Do I continue this or are we good?