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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟐𝟎

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Fuck.

You strain your eyes open, staring at the bright ceiling that seems to be glaring back at you. The rays of morning sunshine from outside your window land on your ceiling, waking up the entire room. The room seems to spin and does your stomach as you feel something on it way up to greet you.

Fuck.

With a slow, agonising turn of your head, you find your phone nestled in the sea of sheets. Outstreching your arms, your palm makes contact with the face of your phone, which seems to be slightly unresponsive. You double-tap your phone screen and struggle to hold it up to your face. 7:30. Shit. Work starts in half an hour.

You forcefully heave yourself out of bed, sitting on the edge of your bed for a couple of minutes to recollect yourself and your senses, all to keep the threatening spill of vomit from escaping. Your head pounds rhythmically as you stumble to your drawer to look for the box of painkillers, which you swear you've seen lying around a week or so ago.

I’m never drinking before work again. FUck th at YOLO mentality. You manage to walk over to your bathroom with improved stability, though you don't seem to remember much of what happened once you had a drink too many, toothbrush in your mouth as you continue with your day.

I don’t seem to remember being hungover bothering you this much. Has it really been that long since I’ve got drunk? Maybe Naaila is right and I should get out more. A 24-year-old woman can't handle her own beverages.

Speaking on Naaila, you cant seem to put a finger on her current whereabouts, if she actually went home or happened to be nestled in your bed.

Soon enough, you get yourself put together and head back to your room, to which you see Naaila sprawled out on the hallway floor. Cautiously, you tiptoe around your friends and hastily make your way over to your car. The engine starts and you are on your way, mentally thanking the gods that the traffic seems to have mysteriously disappeared, though what hasn't seemed to have disappeared is your pounding headache, it's all you can think about.

I’ll never drink another drop till I’m 60 but by then I won't be bothered enough to drink.

“G’Morning Y/N.” At the mention of your name, you lift your head up from out of your purse, noticing two receptionists walking up to you with birthday hats on their heads and a colourfully decorated box in their hands. “Happy birthday to you.” Darios starts off, handing you your balloons.

“Aww guys, is this for me, really.” You gush out your heart melting at the kind gesture.

“Happy birthday to you.” Annalise carries on, ignoring your remark and deciding to be a part of this musical. “Happy birthday dear Y/N happy birthday to you.” They finish off with loud party blowers all up in your face. You giggle and try to cover your ears with any limbs you have left, a failed attempt as both your hands are full. “Okay open up your presents.” Annalise seems to be very agitated as she stands from one foot to another, nearly loosing balance and making Darios put a firm grip on her shoulder to keep her in place.

Velvety fur, rich shades of snow white and midnight black. Its eyes, dark beads and nose, a precisely placed tangerine blob of material. The plushes stitched smile ties it all together and melts your heart instantly. “Awww a penguin plush. I love it.” you confess looking up at them thankfully.

“There’s more.” Darios explains, handing you the other box that's been in his palm. The box is smaller than the other. You hastily open the box, revealing a silver mental, that sways as you hold it up in the air to observe it. Dangling from it is a small Hello Kitty Plush who’s wearing her signature blue overalls. “We didn’t know what to get you but we figured you might like these.” Darios says.

“Like these? I love them. This so thoughtful and you did NOT have to do this. Aww guys c’mere.” you pull your two coworkers into a strong, appreciative hug, relishing this moment with them. “I love these presents, thank you so much.” You say once again.

“Okay well go, you basically have half an hour late.” Your blood runs cold at the statement, yet you quickly brush it off once you say your goodbye and get into the elevator to your office. Once you reach the end of the corridor, in front of your obscured glass door, you notice how it’s been open a smidge, a crack.

Huh? I’m sure I locked this door.

You swing open your office door, revealing a man in a cream-coloured coat hunched over your desk. “Hello?” You ask, causing the man to jolt at the sudden noise. It’s Nanami, his golden locks are unmistakable. “Mr. Nanami?” You ask, your brow rising in confusion. Your suspicion is;r settled when he instinctively steps in front of something, clearly hiding something very miserably.

“L/N. I didn’t expect you here so soon.” He looks visibly startled by your appearance.

“I’m very late sit, 27 to be exact.” you state.

“Ah right.”

“So what's going on there?” You lean over to see past him but he blocks you, his larger body covering your line of sight.

“I don't know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re going to have to leave this office eventually then Ill see what you’re hiding behind your back so you may as well move now.”

Nanami takes a second as he pauses, replaying your words in his mind and reluctantly steps away. Behind him is roughly about 8 inches, every crevice covered in pure white vanilla buttercream frosting. Walking up towards the cake, you read the writing on top that reads “ Happy Birthday Y/N.” Simple, not too much and not too little. Perfectly appropriate cake for your employees.

“Wow.” The words come out of your mouth so quietly that Nanami almost doesn't catch it.

“Happy birthday.” he says, a smile on his face.

Your face heats up and your cheeks burn. You thank him sheepishly, “Thanks.”

“I should probably get back to work.” He says. “Today’s your day, don’t overwork yourself.” You nod and with that, the door shuts with a soft click. You feel your heart start to kick in and pump and throw itself around inside your ribcage like crazy.

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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that’s it. A one one sit is cooking up 👩‍🍳

sketch for the birthday boy (that I forgot to post here)

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ, ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴋᴜ.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒.you recently found out that your best friend izuku midoriya, is spiderman and all the built-up tensions between the years of friendships finally manifest into this. NOTE: deku is ooc here.

wc. around 1,792

tags. izuku midoriya x reader. spidermandeku! x reader izuku midoriay ax reader smut. spidermandeku!reader smut. all characters are 18 years old. alternative au. non quirk au. spiderverse au. fucking your bsf. dom deku. deku eats out your pussy. deku fucks you hard. neck kissing/ sucking. face down ass up. afab!reader. unprotected sex. dirty talk. overstimulation.hair pulling.hitting it raw. 18+ mdni!

🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡

All though he hovered above you, you didn't move or push him off like you typically would. Instead, you placed your delicate hands on his sturdy shoulders.

'What's gotten over me?' You mentally ask yourself, your breathing getting stuck in your throat. The boy's face rapidly warms up the longer the both of you stare into each other's eyes, though that changed soon when his stare shifted from your eyes to your lips. It was like an invisible force pulling the both of you closer to each other. After sitting up in your elbows to close the distance, Deku, over away assuming you wanted to be free yet instead you placed your hands on the back of his to push his down, the both of your foreheads touching now.

"Wait Y/N, are you sure?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"If I wasn't sure I wouldn't be doing this." And with that, you connected both of your lips together. You were in ecstasy, who knew his lips would be so soft and gentle yet so skilled? It immediately had you wanting more as he placed his hands behind your head and the small of your back, his hand underneath your shirt but not moving anywhere else.

As you pull away for air, you tilt your head back before quickly re-attaching yourself to him but this time with your hands under his shirt too, yours being more bold to explore.

Deku used this as an opportunity to pull off his shirt in one swift movement, his hair getting a but messy in the process. You immediately threw your hands over him and wrapped your legs around him as he went down and your back touched the bed. Soon you felt his lips on your neck as he pepered gentle kisses.

Tilting your head back, you hiss at his warm lips touching your cool neck which soon displayed love bites that slowly worked their way down to your collarbones, reminding you that you hadn't taken anything off yet, and so you did. Throwing your top over your head, revealing your mounds of fat being contained in your bra. Shortly after, you disposed of your pyjama trousers, throwing them off somewhere. Without warning, the green-haired boy reattached his lips to yours, this time being most urgent of all.

Deku's quick hands freed you from your bra which soon gently messaged your breasts as he placed his lips on your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan as you tangle your fingers in his hair, gripping his green locs needly. “Please.” you whimper, almost a plead as the heat between your legs starts intensifying, causing you to write in anticipation.

“Patience babe, patince.” he mumbles along your skin kissing his way down to your core. Deku looks up at you, with those emerald orbs, non-verbally asking you for continuation, to which you nod. He places a tender kiss over your clothed cunt and your eyes shut, head lols back.

“Are you wet for me baby?” He mumbles against your cunt, placing a sweet kiss over your covered clit, his large, rough fingers pressing your panties into your wetness, watching in awe as they practically drench in your wetness. You've never felt more embarrassed, your face heating up instantaneously. “Look at how wet you are f’me.” He fiddles with the fabric of your panties before pulling them to the side. The cool air rushes to your soaking cunt, causing you to shudder.

Deku's tongue immediately causes you to jolt though as with one long stripe of his tongue over your sensitive bud, your back arches. Your cute reactions seem to fuel his determination to have you a mess over his tongue and all over his face. As he laps you like a starved man, his nose grazes up against your clit, making you reel. “Don’t stop.” you moan out, your legs shuddering, threatening to close shut like a vice around his head.

“You like that hmm?” he asks against your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding to the sensations. To which you respond with a “Fuck!” Deku uses this as an incentive to carry on, his tongue lapping up all of your juices, not letting any go to waste. His tongue swirls and laps and sucks on your clit, and you feel your orgasm work your way up, so soon.

“Dekuu.” you whine.

“What’s my name?”

“Izuku.” you moan breathlessly.

“That’s it.” he purrs, licking up your sopping cunt and slowly pushing his fingers into your tight cunt, he can’t believe how tight you're squeezing around him, so desperately. The thought of your freaky side finally being revealed to him seems to turn him on, His dick hardening at the thought, He moves faster and faster, like a starved man, like you’re oxygen. This intense wave of pleasure makes you unable to lay still as you writhe and squirm chanting out his name.

“Please, please, please Zuku.” His large hands grip onto your thighs, which seem to be getting in the way of his best work yet. He’s relentless and unforgiving as he works faster to please him to slow down. “Wait stop, m’gonna cummm.” You mewl out. He thinks the noises you make are cute, “Izu, Izu, Izuuuu shittt.” You feel the knot in your heated core tightening as you are seconds away from releasing everywhere. His fingers thrust into you and he shakes his head as his nose nuzzles into your clit, pressing deeper.

“YES FUCK YES!” you cry out loudly, your body shuddering and trembling and the pleasure ripples through your body, your orgasm taking control, and your juices spilling everywhere. You take a minute to recollect yourself, as you feel your cum trickle out of your warm pussy, all falling onto Deku’s face. He swipes some of it off his face with his fingers, places it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around his fingers savouring your taste.

“Shit you taste good. ” he says, staring down at you. The sound of a zipper being undone and the familiar jingle of a belt being kicked off the bed causes you to sit up. Deku rubs his dick up and down your pussy, watching it twitch from overstimulation. His eyes slowly rise from the filthy sight, unto your pleading eyes. “Can you take it? You ready for my dick princess?” He asks rubbing his top up and down your slick folds, awaiting your response. Too shy to respond you nod sheepishly, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. “Words princess words. Tell me what you want from me.”

“Want you fill me up with you dick.”

“You sure.”

His question seems to stump because all of a sudden you're not that sure. You sit up properly to observe his dick. His tip is furiously red, leaking with precum. He was pretty girthy, definitely enough to stretch you out. His take takes a slight curve to the left and it’s lined with veins from his base to the top.

“You’re big.” You mumble, staring at his dick that you seemed to be salivating over.

“Do you think we can make it fit princess?” He asks, One large hand gripping unto your hip as you sink back down into the bed. “You bite your lip in contemplation and nod slowly. “ I need you to be sure about this Y/N.”

“I want you deep in me Izuku.” You confess and with that his teasing tip begins to make an entrance in your pussy, pressing itself further in. His eyes train on your face and how it contorts as he pushes himself in. “Tell me when to go.”

“Keep going slowly.”

His dick slowly reaches further and further inside your walls, till soon you're ready. He doesn't hesitate as he rocks his hips, creating a steady rhythm. And it feels good, it all feels so damn good as he slides in and out of your aching pussy. “MHm Faster please faster.” You moan out. Deku heeds your instructions and begins rocking his hips, his tip brushing against your G-spot causing to briefly go over the edge every time. “Who knew you were dirty like this Y/N.” he says, thrusting in an out of you, watching your body bounce with every move. Your breasts hypnotisingly bouncing around making Deku speed up lightly just to watch your tits bounce faster. “ Look at you, going crazy over dick, is this how you really are?” He asks and by now he's pummeling in and out of your relentlessly. You scream out his name and claw on his back and he leans forward to fondle with your breasts.

“Fuck it feels so good don’t stop.”

“Ill have to if you keep squeezing me like that.” Your repetitive moans seem to send Deku over the edge. the thrusts stop and you feel hands underneath you pick you up to flip you over, laying you on your stomach. His hand pushes your head down dn you insitively put your ass up high in the hand, shaking it needily. Deku first slaps his tip along your pussy before giving a harsh slap t your ass, watching as it begins to tune red. His palms grip the flash of your ass like his life depended on it. Gripping it and using it to pummel into you. Your moans were muffled as he drilled you into the bed. Tears spill out your eyes from the immense pleasure.

“MM’GONNA COMEEEE.” you cry out.

“Aww can my baby not take it anymore.” he coos in your year, going even faster than before. “Please, please, please please.” you chant.

“Can you hold out until I tell you to come?” he asks, his grunts and groans mixing with your whimpers and moans, but the only way you can respond is in a string of curses.

Deku begins to pummel in and out of you at inhumane speed, you genuinely find it difficult to hold yourself up and he drives you deeper into the mattress, mind’s cloudy and fogged up, and the only thing going on is your cock drunk smile. “I'm coming princess, you wanna come with me?” he asks.

“YES!” You cry out.

“Come f’me baby, I want your pretty come allll over my dick.” The knot in your stomach breaks and your eyes screw shut, toes curling in ecstasy that washes over you like the big tides in the ocean. Your body immediately goes limp and your pussy oozes out your cum. Deku picks you up by your arms and finishes off with a few lazy thrusts, before placing you on the bed again.

You can't believe you've just fucked your best friend. You can’t believe you fucked Spiderman.

🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡🕸 🕷 ₊˚⊹♡

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟗

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“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” screams Naaila as she bursts through the door, a party popper in hand, its explosion of confetti filling the air. "I made it just in time, didn't I?" she asks proudly, placing a matching birthday hat on your head. Naaila’s exuberance never fails to make you smile.

"It's actually three minutes past midnight," you reply, amused by her enthusiasm.

Naaila huffs, feigning annoyance. "You should focus on being more grateful this year, you brat."

"Can't be mean to the birthday girl," you scold playfully as the two of you make your way into the living room.

“Well, would the birthday girl forgive her best friend if she gave her this?” With a flourish, she presents a beautifully decorated gift basket, adorned with balloons that say "Happy Birthday" and "24". Inside lay an assortment of treats: chocolates, flowers, perfumes, makeup items, and a large teddy bear, the hamper nearly overflowing with love and thoughtfulness. Your hands reach out in awe, touched by the dedication behind the gifts.

"I love it," you exclaim, setting the basket aside to hug your friend. "But I love you more. You're my greatest friend ever." you say with another squeeze.

Naaila responds with a playful pat on your back. "Yeah, yeah, something like that."

"Are you ready to go now?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

You nod eagerly. Naaila has been planning to whisk you away to the club for a few hours of celebration, insisting it’s the perfect way to welcome the new year of your life with alcohol and dancing. With a quick adjustment of your dress and a final glance around the room, you follow Naaila out the door ready for the fun to begin.

In the heart of a bustling city, where neon lights dance against the night sky, the both of you start singing songs at the top of your lungs in the car, not caring if you sound bad but just living in the moment. The air is charged with excitement when you arrive. The both of you make your way through crowded streets, arm in arm, steps synchronized.

“You’re gonna love tonight, Y/N I’m telling you.” Naaila laughs, dragging you into the neon-coloured chaos. The smell of booze bounces around the walls of the room, surrounding you. The bass reverbs in the club add to the liveliness of the club. Your eyes scan over the room, noticing an apparent ‘couple’ corner ‘where couples seemed to be eating each other’s faces off, seconds away from fucking on the floor. “C’mon let’s get a drink.” Naaila insists over the top of chatter and laughter. The both of you navigate through the waves and groups of people, squeezing through to reach the bar, to which you find to be pressed against by many.

“Hi, can we get two vodkas with lemonades and keep 'em coming.” naaila spins on her heels after ordering, her face cracking into a smile as she firmly grips your shoulder. “I’m gonna get you so piss drunk, you’ll never want to drink again.” The bartender proceeds to slide over the ordered drinks in your direction. “Drink with me on the count of three okay”

With the glass against your lips, you wait for Naaila’s countdown. “ Okay three, two, one.” The odourless liquid rushes down your throat in a flurry. The familiar ‘liquid’ as you like to attempt to describe it. After finishing a couple more the two fo you saunter over to the heart of the club in synch to the music. You’ve not had this much fun in a while, laughing your head off as Naaila twirls you and pretends to twerk against you, gaining you funny stares but Naaila’s far from caring.

“Oh my God, I love this song. ” Naaila screams to which you give her a puzzling look.

“Really?”

“No I’m fuckin with you I don’t know this song.” she laughs letting her body get controlled by the music. Flashing lights paint the room in a kaleidoscope of colours, casting shadows that dance along the walls. Soon enough, you start carelessly joining in with the pulsating mass of bodies, and let go for once. All the stress seemed to just fade away into the moment soon to be forgotten forever. At some point you start swaying towards the bar for more drinks, loving the feeling of losing yourself completely, your vision blurring as you walk over to Naaila.

Reconnecting with her your eyes land on someone. A particular someone.

A tall, muscular man with mid-length straight black hair that reaches to his ears. Strikingly beautiful emerald eyes, piercing through anyone with a mere glance. His lips seem to drag and pull into a sly smirk and although he’s across the club, it seems as though everyone around you blurs and in your drunken haze it very well appears that way.

“Oh my God Y/N look.” You gasp at your friend beside you, taking a deep breath you don’t know you need. Successfully pulling away from his trance, eyes lingering but never intending to stay on him. You feel smothered by his stare, finding it hard to breathe in the crowded room. “Is it just me or is that guy giving you eyes?”

Your upper teeth tug on your lip attempting to weigh out the pros and cons of him. “I don’t really think so.” You say dragging out the ‘I’. You turn to face Naaila, initiating a mental barrier between you and him.

“We’ll you should think so because he’s walking over here right now.”

“What-“

“Any reason as to why you were staring me down ma’am?” He asks, his smirk laced in his words. Now that he’s closer you notice that he had a striking scar on the corner of his lip. The scar is deep with memories and secrets.

“W-what, no sorry.” You sputter, your body feeling hot, cold and all types of sensations.

“It’s alright I don’t mind it. I haven’t seen you around here before?” He asks, his eyes shamelessly soaking you in.

A club regular. The warning runs through your mind but you proceed to answer.“Oh well it’s my birthday today so.”

“So I’ve got a birthday princess in my hands.” He exclaims.

“I guess you could say that.”

“Would the birthday princess like for me to show her a great night tonight?” He purrs in your ears as he whispers the sinful question into them, filling them with promises you don’t expect him to keep. Usually, you would be leaning towards following this man into the night, but when you close your all eyes all you can see is Nanami’s hands all over you, groping you, fondling you. His touch would feel electrifying and his chafe touches glide around your body and you almost melt.

“Sorry I-“

“Y/N.” Naaila calls for you, a serious look on her face “It’s getting late we should go. Thank you, sir.” Naaila salutes the man and grabs your wrist walking out of the club with you. “Sorry that guy gave me major creep vibes, he seemed like the type of guy to make you pay for sleeping with him. One last glance at the man far off in the midst of the crowd and you notice a scowl etched on his face. What would you do if Naaila hadn’t arrived?

“I’m sorry you had such a sucky night out because of me Y/N, I shouldn’t have pushed you to come out of your comfort zone on your day and now look.”

“Naaila it’s fine, I really don’t mind, I really enjoyed tonight, don’t stress.” You reply comfortingly.

“Are you sure?” She asks, her hands holding yours as his thumb grazes over it in repeated circles.

“Ye. And who says the party has to end now.” You ask pulling her into the taxi that just drooped in.

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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This Greek god of a man

WOOF WOOF WOOOOOOOOOOFFF WRF ARF MEOOW AWOOOOO AWOO AWOOOO.

The things I’d do to this man if he was real. But can we take a min to talk abt the MASTERPIECE OF AN ARTWORK. how on earth does one capture his beauty and convert it into a realistic piece to effortlessly and yet beautifully. There’s js one detail that’s missing tho and it’s his big fat-

Choso ily ur my perfect emo bf and I’m the perfect girly girl for u.

#wattpad #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #anime #jjk #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso my beloved #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso fanart #choso is so sexy oml

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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DANGEROUSLY IN LOOOOOOVVVEEEEE

I LOOOOOVE KISHIBE

guys pls tag me in rlly good kishibe x reader works pls. I’m dying. I’m begging. I’m a starved woman.

#csm kishibe #wattpad #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #anime #csm #csm art #arf arf

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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how i feel when i dont have a white boy to obsess over

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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I need y’all opinion

If I were to make another another haikyuu book bcz the haikyuu fandom is finally reviving, who should it be abt. I’m thinking like a cutesy spring romance. This is the image that come to mind for the book k wanna make:

#wattpad #ao3 #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu anime #haikyuu vote #the haikyuu fandom is coming back

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angelsleepinggurl · 2 months

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I love how we still dk 😭

Hey guys,

To all y’all reading my booking Personal Assistant should I make Darios gay? I originally wanted him to be gay then I was like hmmm she could have some I’m dating my enemy tension like Kabakura and Koyanagi from Watakoi. (They’re so cute.)

Any ways slay or nay

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𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟖

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“Ah yes right there, fuck don’t stop.” There you are in Nanami’s office after hours, pressed down against his desk as he pounds the daylight out of you. Nanami grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks it back, pressing the other into the small of your back. He watches attentively as your ass jiggles with every harsh thrust he makes to meet all your sweet spots and he drills into you relentlessly.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” he hums, leaning closer to your flushed face. “You like being fucked in my office? You like being fucked in your boss’s office, huh?” he asks you and all you can respond with is moans. Your knuckles start turning pale from the way you’re clutching his desk as he shakes you and it both. His grip shifts from your hair to your hips for him to stabilise himself causing your head to loll, meeting the desk beneath you.

“S’too much, too much.” you cry out, wiggling your hips to get him o slow down, not wanting to cum yet.

“S’too much for you baby?” he asks with separated and detached thrusts, causes to whine.

“M’gonna cum.” you mewl out, your hands scurrying behind you in attempts to swat him away, but the blond uses his large hand to hold both of your wrists, keeping them restrained. “No touching remember.” Nanami can feel you getting closer, but that doesn’t stop him or slow him down. “We’re gonna be here all night, we’re gonna be here till you cum 10 times around my dick.”

His hand swiftly slides under you his fingers speedily swiping at your sensitive bud. “Shh, you’re gonna squeeze me dry at this rate.” His expert fingers and relentless rhythm make you writhe, unable to stay still from the feeling of being too good. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“You wanna cum for me?” he asks, his blond locks falling in front of his eyes and sweat rolling down his glistening chest. This feeling is otherworldly, the pleasure is transcendental and you never want it to end. “Cum for me baby.” he pants, you’re so close you can almost taste it. A couple more thrusts and you're screaming out his name as the white seed pours out of you endlessly, coating Nanami’s dick in a thick, sheen, gloss, the both of your cum mixing. Nanami finishes with a few stuttering thrusts and a loud groan.

He watches attentively as he slowly pulls out, his dick covered to the base in your cum, watching it ooze out onto the table. Your figure goes limp as you try to recover and try and catch your breath. His lips plant a reassuring kiss on your forehead, before flipping you over and going down on his knees. Seconds later you feel his tongue slowly lap up your juices on his tongue, face nuzzled. You’re already overstimulated so feeling his nose press up against your sensitive clit causes your hands to fly into his hair.

“Mhm wait, you’re gonna make me come again.” You whimper, laying meekly over the table, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes on the ceiling. Your plead goes unheard by the man as he starts licking and sucking much more feverishly. “Kento wait.” you try to sit up but to no avail and he presses his hand on your stomach. “I just came-”

“I heard you, lemme make you squirt.”

“Ken-OH!YES!” you cry out, dropping your head back as Nanami’s thick finger slides into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring. His tongue flicks and sucks on your clit and you can feel it coming in hotter. “Gonna come again.”

More determined than ever Nanami pummels his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start shaking as you feel the release near, and with one more curl of his fingers, you squirt all over. All over his face, his chest, desk. You lay back, trying to regain your senses, breathing heavily. Nanami leans over and smiles at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Well done Y/N.”

Your eyes shoot open immediately. Your hair clung to your face and your clothes drenched in sweat from deep sleep. You slowly turn around. You seem to be in your room, your phone’s not next to you, and the sun is too bright for it to be a good sign. But most importantly, a familiar dampness between your legs.

No way. I had a wet dream about my boss.

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Valentines Day. The traditional day of love. Where all couples display their love for each other and settle in each other's affection, walking to the office in the morning, you notice how the day just seems generally different. The sky is clearer, more smiles on the street and an overall warmth emits from everyone’s hearts.

And in the workplace, you notice the spruce up in the place. An arrangement of heart-shaped balloons in the corners, and a small amount of red heart-shaped confetti littering the office floor. The smell of roses is prevalent too. Loud voices from the counter draw your attention to the bickering best friends. The reception desk is filled with Valentine’s Day cards and a box of chocolate. The two of them are currently fighting whilst trying to not knock over the decorations around them and cause mayhem.

“You’re just jealous I got flowers and you didn’t aren’t you?” Annalise teases, standing on her tiptoes and placing her hand on Darios’s face, pushing him away.

“Oh please, as if I would be jealous of you.” He shouts trying to pull her arm away from his face.

“Oh hey Y/N.” Annalise greets once she falls back into her chair “Look at these flowers I got, aren’t they prettyyy?” She asks sneaking a smirk towards Darios who huffs and slumps back into his chair.

My fingertips reach to graze the soft pink petals of a tulip, watching it sink slightly once I retract my hand. “They’re so pretty who got them for you.”

She bursts into a cheeky smile, gently twisting her seat around, “Oh you know, just someone. Someone special.”

“The guy met you this morning and practically begged you to play along with his bit.” Darios’s explains, aggravated.

“What bit?” You ask.

“He wanted to make it look like he had a Valentine in front of his ex and promised to buy her the flowers if she played along.” He explains to which Annalise sneers at him.

“It wasn’t like that, he wanted me to be his Valentine for real.”

“Whatever floats your boat darling.” Darios says twirling away from her.

“Why you-“

“We’ll you love birds have fun I gotta get to work.” You say with a mouth full of the desk chocolate, giggling to yourself when you hear the both of them explode with, “LOVEBIRDS?!UGH!”

Another Valentine's you've had to spend alone, it didn’t bother you that much a week ago but this week it’s a pressing matter to you. It bothers you how you don’t know why this year matters so much more either, you’ve had your years without a valentine. We’re not entirely alone, as you recall how Naaila put you on a blind date for tonight, one you’re convincing yourself to go to for Naaila’s sake.

As she said “I can’t stand to watch my best friend all alone on Valentine's.” from the other side of the couch hugging your pillows. A pout emphasised on her face as she said it.

“Do you think I should’ve rejected-”

“No.” Naaila interrupted you.

“You’re right I shouldn’t have, I’m gonna be so lonely tomorrow.” Earlier on in the night, you disclosed to Naaila about how Suguru Geto popped by your workplace offering to fill up your schedule on the 14th.” Now your pout is matching hers as you fiddle with the tassels of the pillow in your arms.

“Don’t be so downhearted,” your best friend perked up “I think… I think I could pull a couple strings for you.”

“Wait what.” Sure you were just complaining about not having a special someone to be with but that didn’t mean you wanted to spend the sacred day with a stranger you had never met before, that was half the reason why you rejected Geto. “ Wait Naaila no I was joking, I mean I have Gigi and you and-”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t wanna hear it. I’ve already got a guy who would be perfect for you.” she responded with a smirk on her face as she sprang up off the sofa.

“Well, can I at least know who he is?” You asked urgently. “What he looks like?” But to no avail, she still didn't respond. “His name?”

“No, you’ll find all of this out when he texts you.” She replied with a smirk and a wink before disappearing into the kitchen.

“It’s lovely to see you again Ieiri.” the brunette nods, her lips fumbling with the cigarette already between her lips as she looks out of the vast window wall. “How’s that job treating you?” Nanami asks, placing his hands firmly on the desk table. The brunette sighs before becoming much more lively.

“I hate it, but I’m good at it so shouldn't that count for something.” She responds. She lets the air hang with silence before she cracks with a small smile. “Look at you. All grown up and managing a whole company, you really are a big shot aren’t you Nanami?” The faintest and palest hue dusts Nanami’s cheeks at the recognition of his accomplishments. Nanami nods meekly and looks off to the side, not being used to this type of praise. Shoko takes in a large puff before speaking, “Since you're one of the people I actually like, what do you need from me?”

“I was wondering if you could help elevate my product’s publicity even more, you know as a PR Manager?”

“Even more? I’m trying to think of someone who isn’t waiting for your product launch.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It doesn’t mean I won’t do it though. How bout dinner after work? On me? To discuss the promotional strategies of whatever you big shots call it.” She offers, letting her wrist drop, bringing her lit cigarette closer to Nanami, the smell becoming overpowering and taking up the office in its entirety.

“Is that for me?” he asks.

“No never.”

1:48 is when you finally get a notification from your phone. It’s releasing relieving to be able to take a break.

+xxx-xxx-xxx

Hey it’s Chris. Naaila told me to text this number for the date tonight is that correct?

Oh. You weren’t really expecting Naaila to actually go through with this, or for her to find someone willing to do this, but people in predicaments such as yours aren't entirely uncommon.

“Hi I’m Y/N.This is the right number for the date.”

You reply.

“Pick u up at 8?”

“Sure. 8 sounds great.”

Why do I agree to these?

The afternoon sun falls and settles into a beautiful and ethereal landscape, like a canvas with splatters of watercolours across the evening sky. The air becomes colder as night approaches, and the constant draft coming in through your window causes you to jolt awake at your desk. 5:08. time to clock out. You gather your belongings and prepare your office for tomorrow morning. With a purse and coat in your hand, you’re ready to leave, that is until your boss swings your office door open.

“Eveing sir, i’m just about to head out. Is everything alright?” You ask him.

“About that,” the blonde starts, the areas under his eyes appearing much darker. “you may want to cancel all your plans, there's been an unexpected schedule pushback, and I have a meeting to get to, so if you could stay back that would be great.”

No that wouldn’t be fuckin great.

“Well Sir, I actually have somewhere to go right about now. Are you sure we can’t work on this tomorrow?” You ask him. To be honest, you don't want to give him an option he has to let you leave, like now. He can’t just spring up these unexpected plans on you, realistically they should be his issue, there’s only so much you’ve been assigned to do.

“No can do. I can’t forward this meeting. Just make sure everything in the email I sent you is completed before you leave. Have a nice night.” And with that the blond is gone with the wind, leaving you feeling used and humiliated. As a non-confrontational person, you’ll usually let most things go, but you won’t disrespect yourself this way. So you protest. You sit right back in the spinny chair and stare at your computer’s login screen for the next 10 minutes, ensuring Naanmi is gone.

Standing outside the pre-discussed spot, you look down the road, keeping your eye out for Chris’s car, yet still no sign. The wind rushes past your legs and up your dress, chilling your entire body. You stretch out your hands, to prevent your fingertips from catching cold. A familiar ping rings from your purse and your cold hands scramble to pick up the mobile device. It’s a message from Chris.

“sorry im stuck in traffic and idk when i’ll get there. go ahead and get inside so you don't freeze to death :).”

Leaving him on read, you immediately run into the warmth of the restaurant, being enveloped by the smell of top-notch dishes. You get comfortable in your booth, once the waiter asks for your reservation, propping up your coat beside you.

What should I order tonight, I'm absolutely starving- Nanami?

Alert and shocked from seeing your boss down the large restaurant, you hide yourself in the menu, slowly peering your head slightly over to get a peek. He’s wearing a pinstripe black suit, though his hair is still as slicked back as it is at work.

Who’s he making himself look all nice for?

Nanami props his other leg on his knee, checking his watch on his wrist before looking around displeased.

What a liar! He said that he was going to a meeting. Not a date!

You tut to yourself as you drop your menu and searched for your phone in your bag to see if No Show Chris has something to say, yet nothing.

Nanami doesn't seem like the type of person to have to wait for someone to arrive, he seems like the type of person where whoever he needs at his feet with the snap of a finger. His repeated frown and constant look around, as well as unnoticed leg bouncing, don’t get noticed by you.

“Would you like to order Ma’am?” A young waitress, hardly older than a teen pops out of nowhere, startling you enough to make you yelp. You look at her surprised before explaining that you're waiting on someone allegedly. To which she raises her eyebrows in an unsurprising manner as she walks away.

Your eyes travel, wander and land on an older couple not too far off from the centre of the room, just soaking up in each other’s admiration for each other. The lady trails her fingers up her lover’s arm as she intently listens to what he has to say; the man has the same if not a more love-struck expression imprinted on his face. Her chin is comfortable in her hand as it rests there, signalling that she has the whole night to sit and listen to all has to say.

I wish I had something like that.

Oh wait. I have my own date right now. A date who still hasn’t shown up.

“hey, i’m still at the restaurant btw.” you text him, wondering why he still hasn’t shown up. It’s been an hour and a half and you're still hungry.

“i didn’t rlly see you, im sorry for keeping you waiting. sorry for wasting your time.”

This definitely has to be one of the worst ways to celebrate Valentine's Day. Being stood up by a guy you don’t even want. It’s not like the guy who caused this got karma for it too, as a beautiful brunette girl walks up to him and engulfs him in a hug. You could've been stuffing your face full of pizza all snuggled up with Gigi. But that hasn’t happened. Instead, your night has gone to shits. Because of him. Kento Nanami. Mr All high and mighty.

I never wanna see him again. I hate him.

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