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starry-miki · 4 months

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⭐️ Get to know the artist! ⭐️

(+Obey Me! Questionnaire)

Here we are again… back again with another year down. Wow time really does fly by doesn’t it? My Anniversary for my tumblr was back in August but I was not really active until near the end of the year, (sorta) So I’ve decided to welcome the new year, with a ‘get to know artist’ post. I should’ve done this a while ago but I didn’t think of it till now. 😘

I will warn that this is much longer then intended, so maybe a 10 or 15 minute read, also warn of some profanity but mostly for phrases.

I will be answering basic art related questions and Obey Me! Questions near the bottom. (Which is the part that is much longer than I intended it to be)

Basic questions

Hello everyone, you may call me Miki, I’m a Obey Me! (Mostly a side characters) and OC artist. I don’t have a preferred pronounce so you may refer to be however you like!

Age: old enough to commit tax evasion. (Adult) 😘

Favorite color: good question I don’t actually have one I think lots of colors are pretty. 🥰

Birthday: April 5th (Aries?)

How long have I been drawing?

I’ve been drawing for about 3ish years, however the first year and half was on and off.

Would I be a good art moot?

If I’m being honest I’m more shy and people scary me, so if you would like to be friends you might need to approach first…. But I do have small surges of courage to message first sometimes! How my friends would describe my personality…

“The one with no care in the world that just tags along for the ride and accepts their fate” -Questionable TikTok post sent by my by friend.

To be honest I’m all over the place with my art….

Commission?

I have been thinking about open commissions and I think I will some time this year, but I’m a bit of a noob with rendering so I will practice before then!

A Fun fact: I’m a cat in a human’s body and need at least 10 to 12 hours of sleep to feel full rested, this also causes my sleeping schedule to get messed up. :P

What type of crime would I get arrested for?

Arson, honestly fire is so pretty when it burns things…. Has a weird magical feeling when you watch it….

An art advice?

I’m honestly still an artist noob so take what I say with a grain of salt. But for those starting out drawing, don’t worry about finding your art style it will develop in time while you learn and improve as well when you discover your likes and dislikes. I know one of the common advices usually given to find an art style is to reference off your favorite artists, it can work for some but for many others this advice doesn’t work, sometimes it can create a perfection of wanting to copy someone else art style or getting frustrated that it doesn’t look similar to your favorite artist style. But I promise patience and practice will pay off, don’t be afraid to indulge a bit out of your comfort zone and explore different styles, besides you may find yourself surprised with what you discovered.

Obey Me! related questions!

What and when did you play obey me?

I start back in early April, I kept getting ads for it on my Instagram and at some point I got tired of seeing it (and thought somebody in the universe really want me to play the game) and decided to play it, I didn’t think much about it and it was mostly something to kill time and I could have deleted it later when I got bored.

Did I mention that would be almost 4 years ago? (April 3, 2020)

Which of the brothers and side characters would I get along the best?

If I’m being honest I feel like I would get along with the majority of the cast, there always seems to be something I have in common or could do with the characters, I’ll start with the brothers first and also keep it short.

Lucifer: listening to classical music together or attending classical music concerts.

Mammon: ??? (actually the least brother I have common with)

Levi: video games, discussion of franchises and theories, etc.

Satan: appreciate cats and learning new things and intake of knowledge.

Asmo: I’m a rat so I love me some gossip while also doing self care. 😘

Beel: late night food runs or sneaking in the kitchen late a night to eat something (I do that in RL anyway)

Belphie: honestly sleeping buddies and anti lucifer club but I luv luci but still would like to occasionally join in the pranks. 😘

Diavolo: I honestly wouldn’t hang around with Diavolo if I’m being honest… just not much in common and other factors but I’m not going to elaborate.

Barbatos: I love me some good tea, some delicious food, pastries and barbatos company. 🥰

Simeon: honestly reminds me of some type of nice coworker and would just see him occasionally. (Still a pretty boy tho)

Luke: I’m the second or first sweets tester, I’m eat up those pastries and protect the bby. 🥹

Solomon: It works and I won’t elaborate. But I will say I will be with Solomon and Barbatos on a hot summer day with the AC on full blast cause we can’t stand the heat. (I heat up so quickly and are much more prone to a heat exhaustion, so you probably guessed that summer isn’t my favorite season.) 😘

First character crush?

If I’m being honest I didn’t really had one? But I had a very light crush on mammon. If that counts for anything.

Current crushes?

This should be a no brainer but old man and surprisingly barbs. Which i feel like many wouldn’t know since I rarely draw him (exact a few times) or ever mention me having a little crush about him. 😗

Favorite obey me outfits or event?

I would say the chief/apron from the brothers and for event I think the vampire event is my favorite. 🤔

(I’ve already started running out of questions so I went to the B LOV questions to rizz you up lmao.)

B’s log question. From (2022) Devildom Homework

(I also skip some of the questions cause they have already been answered or I got no answer)

Link for the OM! Cast B’s Log (I recommend reading it, but not necessarily):

Things I like:

making sure I try to end conversations or interactions with people feeling happy or feeling positive. (Which definitely has drawn bad people but I have been more careful and selective) 😘

Favorite item: (like food???)

Homemade banana milkshake, fruits and pastries. 🥰

What you secretly think about the person you love:

how did that happen??? 😀

Your motto?

1. Sleep it off.

2. fuck around and find out until you find the solution (or create a new problem or make it worse). 😘

3. Everything is going to be okay, eat some sweets and try again. ☺️

Love Questionnaire.

Be the first one to confess love is what you will… do.

Be possessive is what you will?

“Won’t do, and don’t want to be possessive over either” -Solomon

Tbh same. 💀

Be jealous is what you will?

Do not. I find jealousy to be such an ugly emotion to feel and would like to avoid or completely eliminate the feeling when it rarely occurs.

A love with obstacles is….

honestly a pain in the ass but it honestly depends on the type of obstacle and if I love that person enough.

Days that you think about the person you love so much that you can’t fall asleep… do not exist.

Times when you can’t be honestly convey your feelings. Does not exist

—-

Devildom borderline:

Devildom charm distribution chart (self assessment ver.)

Dead set in the middle just a little bit to the reliable.

Please explain your choice on the chart!

If I’m being honest I don’t really find myself cool, cute, spoiled nor reliable. I’m more neutral? I mean if group projects count I guess I would be a little reliable? I’ll do my part of the project but I don’t really ask others if they need help with their work load but I do with friends though.

Tell me! Your borderline!

Border line of “Horror”- which on is more scary?

(1) 24hr long lecture from lucifer

(2) bungee jump form the highest mountain in the Devildom without a cord.

(3) other. “When you are thinking about eating a certain food in the fridge and when you get to it, it’s already been eaten. My day is ruined” 😔

Borderline of "Don't wanna do" - Which one would you avoid?

1. Asmo's 1-day photograph assistant

2. Beel's 1-day cook

3. Others. “Hurting people’s feelings and stomping their happy mood, I prefer someone to discuss about rocket science if that’s what they are passionate about and not understanding what they are talking about. It’s rare to see people have pure passion in something and talk about it excitedly, I never wish for that passion or excitedness to die out.

Borderline of "Wanna try" - Which one would you prefer experiencing?

1. 1-day Demon King

2. 1-day Devildom Spy

3. Others. “I honestly want to walk around nature solo and in different landscapes, maybe walk in a flowery meadow in the evening with pretty pink and purple evening sky or walk through a dark cloudy evening forest with light snow gently falling.”

Borderline of "Blessed" - Which one makes you happier?

1. People surrounding are smiling.

2. Enjoying yourself from the bottom of your heart.

3. Others. “I would say all of above and possibly more, happiness is a fleeting feeling and can sometimes be difficult to feel in everyday life, any way to achieve even the smallest of happiness even if it’s from the most simplest things is good in my book.”

Borderline of "Cheating" - Absolutely, not allowed!

1. Holding hands

2. Meeting eyes

3. Others. “Depends on the circumstances” :P

-End

What would you do once Obey Me! Reaches to the end?

Cry, that would be my thirteen reason why, I wouldn’t be able to handle it, AND ILL KEEP THE ANSWER SHORT TO NOT THINK ABOUT IT. 😔😭

Well I think that’s enough questions to answer! I hope the questionnaires give you a little insight about me. This year I do hope to be more active and post just a bit more the i have from last year. And for those who made this far let me know what your responses are for the B’s Log questionnaire! Happy New Year to everyone, and may you be blessed to a wonderful year! ☺️💕

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Good behavior (one shot)

7.5k Words | inmate!Corey x f!Reader | NSFW

This is @cordelium's amazing art.

When he reached for your trash, you swiveled your chair so your pants brushed his strong forearm. He looked up at you from under his curls and you were biting your lip. You flashed your eyebrows, and he read you like a book. A devious smile spread across his face, then faded. His eyes were dark and sexy. As he stood back up, he ran his masculine, veiny hand up your leg, tracing a line halfway up your thigh. Your heart raced and your stomach fluttered.

SUMMARY: Inmate Corey is assigned work detail at your office and you're horny for him. You manage to get some privacy and hook up multiple times.

WARNINGS: Crazy sexual tension & horniness, bribery, inappropriate touching, mild dubcon since he has no rights (but he's so down), hybristophilia (craving that criminal cock), unsafe P in V, sometimes rough, various sex acts?

A/N: Inspiration/history | Check out the full-length illustration of Day 4. Also, check out @slutforstabbings hot new story.

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Day 1 - Monday

You saw him from behind when he bent over to pick up the trash bin in your office. The first thing you noticed was his shapely ass, followed by the rolled-up sleeves of his orange top. You were grateful to whoever issued his too-small prison garb. Judging by the curve of his biceps, he probably had to cuff the sleeves or else cut off his circulation.

"Thanks," you said.

"No problem," he responded in a deep voice with a northern accent. As he turned his head toward you, you saw the scar on his neck. His curly hair. His perfect nose. There was no doubt who it was. He did a double take and caught you checking him out with your mouth agape. He gave you a little smirk and raised his eyebrows as he left with his Corrections Officer.

You couldn't help it. Not only did he have a stunning body, but you were also stunned to see "psycho killer" Corey Cunningham on inmate work detail at all, let alone there of all places: The judicial complex where he was convicted. The thing was, he was only convicted of arson and destruction of property, so he wasn’t treated as a violent offender.

Corey was never even charged with a violent crime after the 2022 killing spree. All the murders were pinned on Michael Myers – Law Enforcement was in a tight spot after allowing a town mob to literally shred him to a pulp. It would be a terrible look if they turned around and said, “by the way, someone else actually committed most of the Halloween murders this year.” They wanted to avoid anything that could raise even a shred of doubt that Michael deserved it.

Plenty of people in Haddonfield still connected the deaths to Corey, though. The motives pointed to him, whereas motives were never a factor for Michael Myers. There were two major competing theories about the 2022 victims: either Corey killed them with Michael, or Michael killed them for Corey, his rumored lover. If the latter was true, frankly, you thought that was hot as fuck. But all you knew for sure was that Corey Cunningham was fine as hell and suddenly in your office.

Obviously, Corey’s work detail assignment was all the talk around the water cooler that day. You downplayed it and suggested everyone just keep to themselves whenever he came in. If it was any other notorious criminal, you would have been on the phone with the Warden’s Office within minutes asking how the hell this happened. It was an open mockery of the system. But the last thing you wanted them to do was take him away. You secretly lusted after him during the whole joke of an investigation into “Michael’s” latest killing spree, and then throughout his arson trial. It wasn’t unethical - Your agency didn’t handle felonies, thankfully. But all the agencies talk, and you hung on any crumb you heard about him.

You thought about Corey all day. You thought about how your office was back in the corner, and the windows had blinds. You thought about the way he looked at you. Your wheels started turning. As a starting point, you moved your trash can under your desk and twisted the blinds shut on your window to the main office hall.

Day 2 - Tuesday

The next day, when Corey came in, he greeted you with your name, which was printed on your office door. Something about that scar was so hot. You loved his tattoos, too. You stayed in your chair, right next to the waste basket. He stopped for a moment to look around your office for the trash. "Good morning," you said quietly. You nodded under your desk. It was a bold move. You didn't want to be demeaning, but you knew he would like where you were headed with this. He smirked subtly and approached your desk.

After returning the basket under your desk, his chin hovered over your shoulder. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck, and you were tingling everywhere. He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "you smell amazing." Your ears burned and your nipples were rock hard. You could hardly stand the tension. You inhaled deeply and smiled. He smelled amazing, too. Like wood, musk, and fresh cotton.

After Corey left your office, you made a trip to the restroom just so you could politely greet his Corrections Officer and take note of the name on his tag.

That day, you also volunteered to stay back from a conference everyone else in your office would attend the following week. You pointed out the critical need for someone to be on call in the actual office. Records were close to full virtualization, but there were still some physical files. When they said yes, you had to contain your excitement. The Solicitor General personally thanked you for looking out.

Day 3 - Wednesday

Colleagues seemed to notice that you wore a skirt, but you didn't care. You almost always wore pants, but at this point, every choice you made needed to bring you closer to having Corey Cunningham inside you.

That morning, you closed your door more than half-way and stood at your desk. You wheeled your chair slightly out of the way. Corey slipped into your office without opening the door wider, and stopped in his tracks when he saw you in that skirt. You shamelessly checked each other out like two animals in a mating ritual. Your eyes fell on the bulge in his orange pants. Both your faces flushed. You each knew exactly what you wanted.

You turned to face your computer without sitting down. You wrote on a post-it note "everyone will be gone Mon-Weds" and put it on the top of your trash, which he still had to crouch down to pick up. He read the note and looked up at you with his pupils wide, then scanned your body as he stood up, his hand trailing up the inside of your bare leg. "Good," he said to your chest, then crumpled up the note. He was breathing heavily. His muscular thigh grazed yours as he went to empty the trash.

He came back with the empty basket, and for a moment, he stood directly behind you with his free hand on your hip. He gently pressed his hard-on against your skirt and dragged it about an inch upward. You silently gasped at the pang of pleasure. You both heard the CO's keys jingling increasingly louder in the hall. Before leaving, Corey adjusted himself, which made your toes curl. He gave you the most lustful gaze on his way out. You were determined for this man to fuck you.

You thought about Corey that night and barely even touched yourself but came so hard. You needed to figure out how the two of you would get some privacy from the CO. You did some research. The CO escorting him normally worked at the prison and was only on a temporary assignment at the judicial complex to fill in for someone on parental leave. The judicial complex was by far the preferred place to work, and it paid more, too. It probably wouldn’t take more than a phone call to get him permanently transferred, which would benefit both you and the CO. Hopefully this might incentivize the CO’s cooperation the following week.

Before you proposed this, you would have to make sure the CO was essentially bribable – the pay was absurdly low, so many of them were – and that he wouldn't turn around and try to get you fired. On your way home, you bought a burner phone.

Day 4 - Thursday

You emptied your own trash before Corey got there, buying you a couple of minutes. He came in with a broom and dust pan, but there was nothing to sweep. You sat in your chair and he stood in front of you. You looked at each other with electricity between you, wondering what would happen next – or rather, how you would make it happen. You grabbed a fine point sharpie and pulled down his waistband, sending a rush through your body and his. His breath was so heavy. You watched his bulge swell, then rested the heel of your palm against it as you held his waistband. He held his shirt up for you, and you wrote your burner number just above his pubic hair. It was wildly intimate.

When you finished writing, you didn’t scoot back, and Corey didn't bother turning away when he adjusted himself before leaving. You caught a glimpse of his fat, pink cock-head and felt weak in the knees. You were so wet that when he left, you had to turn your skirt around to make sure your arousal wasn't visible. You went home during lunch and changed underwear. On your way back to work, you stopped at the bank to withdraw some cash, just to get the conversation started with the CO. You kept your door half-closed for the rest of the day so it wouldn't be conspicuous when you kept it half-closed with Corey there in the morning.

@cordelium illustration

Later that night, you were eating dinner alone at home when you got the call.

"You have received a collect call from an inmate at the Illinois Department of Corrections. Would you like to accept the charges?" Your heart raced.

You pressed #1 and said "Hey,” as casually as you could. “It’s good to hear from you.”

Neither of you were stupid, you knew the line was monitored and recorded. .

"Uh, hey," he said, his low voice sending a hot chill down your spine.

"How are you doing?" you asked.

He groaned softly, which sent you throbbing. "It's been a hard week," he said.

Your chest swarmed with butterflies. "Yeah? How hard?"

"Very, very hard." God, he was so fucking hot.

You sighed. "I really wish there was something I could do about that."

"God, me too. Trust me."

"Um. Is your CO nice at least?"

"Oh yeah," Corey said. "He's one of the best. He's really nice, as long as we are, too." Jackpot.

You exhaled in relief. "Well, good." You started walking to your bedroom, dying for relief.

"Yeah," Corey said. "How's your work? Are you ready for your thing?"

"Ugh, I couldn't be more ready." It was true. You were aching for him. You opened your nightstand.

You heard someone tell him his time was up in the background. You laid down and put your vibrator up your skirt.

"I've gotta run," he told you.

"It was nice hearing your voice," you said.

"Yeah, you too, babe." . . .Babe. Your heart fluttered, and that's not all.

You were about to overheat by the time he hung up and you turned on the toy. You made yourself come in less than a minute, and you couldn't help but say his name.

Day 5 - Friday

Now that your plans were in motion, you were even more excited than usual to see Corey. You tied up your trash in a grocery bag to save him some time, but left it in your bin so he wouldn’t leave empty handed. You were purring between the legs by the time he entered your office and gave you that hungry look. You could already see the beginning of his arousal. His broad chest heaved under his prison garb and the veins on his hands bulged.

You sat toward the edge of your chair. He crouched next to you to get the trash, inhaling you on his way down. He turned to face you, and you swiveled your chair toward him. You subtly opened your legs at the risk of a tidal wave whooshing onto your chair. He wasted no time sliding his hand up your inner thigh all the way to your soaked underwear. You watched his prison tattoos flex as he gently rubbed his thick digits along your panties. Your clit throbbed so hard, he must have felt it. He inhaled deeply, then surprised you by lingering there and nudging the wet, silky fabric aside. Living dangerously.

He bit his gorgeous lip as he slid two fingers into you with a silent shudder. You gasped softly, then quickly covered your mouth. He breathed heavily as he gently fingered you, his thumb on your clit. His lips parted and his head tilted back. His Adam's apple was absurdly sexy, and the scar on his neck mesmerized you.

Corey obviously had trouble peeling himself away, as did you. You were so fucking hot for him, you would've risked almost anything for just a few more seconds - anything but the chance to have him inside you. You didn't want to ruin what you were so close to achieving.

"Here," you whispered with a folded $100 bill held between two fingers like a cigarette in your lap as you began to close your legs. You dared to finger the back of his curly mullet before he stood up. The seediness of giving him money turned you on even more. He withdrew his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth as he stood up. His bulge had grown and was once again right in front of you. You slipped the bill into his waistband and took the opportunity to graze his raging hard-on. "Tell him we wanna talk," you said.

He nodded. The keys of the CO jingled closer, and Corey quickly composed himself.

"See you then," he whispered as he secured the cash. He adjusted himself and you felt the sharpest pang of desire. You watched his ass as he left. It looked so ripe, you wanted to pluck him right off the vine.

THE WEEKEND

Sunday, you got another call from prison.

"I miss you," he said.

"I miss you too," you told him.

"How's the weather?" he asked.

"Wet. Very wet."

"It's gonna be hotter Monday," he said, then shifted gears. "Hey, uh, the friend we talked about wants to meet you. He's cool."

This was very good news.

Day 6 - Monday

Monday, you were alone in your office, just as you planned, and you could not have been more ready for Corey. You wore very accessible underwear and a skirt that was long enough to be decent but flowy enough to easily lift. Your shirt wrapped around with a tie closure. You didn't know how much time you would have.

It was radio silent in the office with everyone else gone to the retreat. You gathered up everyone's trash yourself and put it in one bag so it would be ready for Corey and the CO. Right on schedule, you heard the door to the office open, then the CO's keys jingle louder and louder down the hall until your door pushed open.

You were leaning back against the front of your desk but stood up straight when they came in. You started to introduce yourself.

"I know who you are," the CO said gently. "I know you're as human as me. I've just gotta know I'm talking to the person, not the job."

“Of course,” you said, then cleared your throat. “You normally work at the prison, right? The gig here is until, what, next month?”

He nodded, intrigued. “That’s right.”

“Do you like it enough to stay?”

“Sure,” he said, skeptically. “How do we make it happen?”

“Well, Corey and I would appreciate a little privacy this week. I know you have a tight schedule, and this won’t even disrupt it. I’ll handle the cleaning for our office, and we’d like to spend that time alone instead. If we can do that, I’ll make a call next week.”

He slowly nodded, either wondering how he could trust you to make the call, or marveling that you could truly be that horny.

“I think we both want the same thing,” you reassured him. “For you to be here. It would obviously benefit me, too, in case of any future, uh, opportunity.”

You glanced toward Corey, who was chewing his thumbnail excitedly. Every little thing he did was so fucking sexy.

“Sound good? Here,“ you slipped him several folded bills. “For your discretion meanwhile.”

The CO looked you in the eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded. He extended his hand to shake yours, then pocketed the cash. “Alright,” he said.

Before the CO even left, Corey was all the way up against you, backing you into the edge of your desk, hands engulfing your head, his lips grazing yours, breathing hotly into your mouth as your hands drifted toward his ass.

“Ten minutes," the CO said and you heard him jingle away. You pried your head from Corey’s for a moment to look at the clock on your wall.

9:40

“That was hot as fuck,” Corey growled in your ear.

Then, he kissed you like it was his first time tasting water. Your chest swelled full of life as your mouth greedily accepted his, and you untied your blouse. He grinded his arousal into you and grabbed your ass. You slid your hand into his waistband. Hot, rock-hard, and thick.

He wedged himself between your knees and nudged you into sitting on the edge of your desk. He bowed his head to continue kissing you thirstily. He threw your blouse open as your palm moved the smooth, warm skin of his girthy shaft. You were throbbing impatiently beneath your skirt and the feeling radiated through your ass and thighs. He palmed your breast aggressively, nudging your bra down, then took your nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite while his other hand slid between your legs. His cock head weeped into your palm. You almost choked on your gasp. You were desperate for him.

9:42

When his thick fingers reached the narrow, wet lace of your thong, he whispered "fuck, yeah" as he pushed it aside. His voice got hotter and hotter. He gathered your skirt out of the way, and his head dove between your legs. His beautiful nose rubbed your clit in a way you never knew you needed as he lapped at your dripping seam and softly moaned into your cunt. He devoured you like he was starving - eyes closed, brow furrowed.

But every inch of your body wanted every inch of his. “I need you inside me,” you said.

He stood up and fumbled with his waistband, his lips returning to yours, imparting the light tinge of yourself. You helped him free his cock and tilted your hips invitingly. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you against him. His warm, naked shaft dragged up and down your slippery seam. The warm tension in your core coiled tighter and you whimpered.

The swollen head of his cock prodded at your entrance. You never needed anything as bad as you needed him inside you at that moment. He held you tight and plunged his cock inside you. You moaned in unison. You were so absurdly wet and ready that his imposing girth felt nothing but amazing. He pulled back just a little, then plunged even further, bottoming out with the sexiest grunt.

9:45

It was the perfect stretch and each thrust felt better than the last. Your hips moved in the same rhythm. He was meant to be inside you. You were already close. You wrapped your legs around him. He lifted one of your thighs, and you sank further onto him than you knew was possible, your clit smashing and grinding into his pubic bone with each beat. Oh God, the friction was perfect.

9:48

You came harder than you knew was possible, your whole body contracting, releasing. Corey erupted with a groan, holding you down on his cock, and pulsed enormously inside you. His hips rolled into yours much slower as he came, and when his balls had given you everything, he sat you down on your desk. You both were breathing heavily, his forehead against yours, when you heard the front office door open.

9:51

"Fuck," Corey exhaled. "I'm sorry." You both scrambled to compose yourselves. You tied your blouse again as the keys jingled down the hall and the CO’s shadow passed your closed blinds.

"Damn," the CO said when he saw you all hot and disheveled. "You're the real deal. I'll give you a minute," he said, and stepped outside your office.

"God, you're so fucking hot," Corey gushed in a whisper, and kissed you forcefully before he left.

Tuesday - Day 7

The next morning, you got an actual work call you had to deal with. It was an Assistant District Attorney. You hoped Corey didn't hear his voice. The door to the front office opened just as you were finishing up. You got off the call and scrambled to clear your desk and calm your nerves.

There were no jingling keys, just one set of heavy footsteps. You paused your clean-up to take off your blazer, leaving a black, stretchy tube dress with a built-in shelf bra. You planned to take off your underwear before he arrived but didn't have time. You would've gone commando to begin with, but thoughts of Corey would have been a hazard to your chair.

Your heart pounded and your core tightened the closer he got. Through the blinds of your interior window, you saw his silhouette approach. It was an attractive shape. You tingled all over.

"Sorry," you said as you picked up a stack of files to move to your credenza.

Corey didn't say a word, not "it's okay," not even "hey." He came in and closed the door behind him. You looked up at him and did a double take. There was a different energy about him. More intense. He had a dark, wild look in his eyes, but otherwise, no expression.

His pants stretched tight over his arousal as he lumbered toward you. So fucking hot. He engulfed you dominantly from behind. His hard chest pressed against your back, his hardness into your ass, and you dropped the stack of files. His mouth latched onto your neck as his hands roved hungrily, groping your breasts, hiking up your dress, sliding his hand down your panties and flattening his fingers against your dripping cunt with rolling pressure. He was rougher, more controlling. He breathed heavily into your ear, but said nothing.

You were already throbbing so hard. He pushed the top of your dress down out of the way as he aggressively palmed your breasts, sucked your neck, and rutted into you. He manhandled you over the end of your credenza and yanked your dress all the way up over your ass, turning it into a pathetic tube top that sat beneath your breasts.

His thighs pinned you to the credenza, his massive hand slid between your legs again, and the throbbing hardness in his pants pressed into you forcefully. He shuddered and your nipples hardened, making him grope both breasts, even harder. You felt his bulge swell against you as it rolled into your ass. You ached for him so badly. You pulled down your panties with both hands and he pulled down his pants. He must have looked so hot. You turned to look at him, but his large hand on your back forced you down onto the polished wood surface. You couldn't see the clock.

Corey inhaled deeply and you felt his swollen cock-head slide against your dripping seam, then he shoved himself into you with a primal grunt. Holy fuck, he felt so good. He thrust into you harder, stretching your insides so he could bottom out. And again, filling you to the brim with his meat. The tension inside you was coiled so tight you could have come at any moment. He was impossibly hard and thick. He lowered his chest over your back as he fucked you. He let you rise up just enough for his arms to wrap around you, his large, rough hands feeling you up as he rammed into you. He fucked you like an animal until the tight coil in your core sprang open all at once, sending an intoxicating rush through your whole body each time you pulsed in release.

You came hard. His large, veiny hand clamped over your mouth and muffled your moan. His strong arms kept you almost still as your muscles jolted and jerked. As you pulsed and quaked and whimpered into his hand, he didn’t let up at all until suddenly he was coming, too. He growled almost imperceptibly, milking his cock with your contractions. You were moving as one body, one beautiful machine, jolting together in silent bliss. As you both finished coming, he finally relaxed his grip around you.

His arms lifted your chest up and squeezed you from behind, his cock still inside you. You were both panting. He kissed the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply through his nose, then gently pulled your dress up over your breasts, caressing them through the smooth fabric. His cock didn’t seem to shrink at all. You didn't want him to pull out. Not now, not ever.

But you heard the front office door open. He inhaled your hair deeply and slid his dick out of you. He tugged your dress down and allowed you to face him as he pulled up his pants. You gawked at his thighs. When your eyes met, his were black. He ran his hands down your sides, then over your ass, pulling your pelvis gently into his.

The CO knocked on your office door, "We gotta move."

Corey read your face and vacantly kissed you on the forehead as his cum trickled down your inner thigh. Your fingers itched to caress the scar on his neck, but you didn't dare, especially not this time. His dark eyes looked you up and down, and he left without a single word. The CO's keys echoed more loudly than ever as they walked away.

Dark, masculine energy hung in the air even after he left.

What the hell just happened? Not a single word. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it was like he was someone else.

A chill ran down your spine when you realized who.

It was hot as fuck.

You received a collect call that night on your burner. Was he going to say something or just breathe into the phone?

"Hey beautiful." It was like nothing happened. When you heard his voice, you wanted to jump through the phone and onto his dick.

"God, it's good to hear your voice," you said.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" Ah, maybe it was the fact that you weren’t ready for him.

"Yeah," you said, then something came over you. Hearing his voice made you so fucking hot for him, like you needed to chain him to your desk and just ride him all day. "I'm actually going to be leading it."

"Oh," he said. He inhaled and exhaled loudly "hmm." His voice was a low hum.

"Yeah, I hope they're ready."

He let out an aching sigh. "I'm sure they will be. . .hey, what if it's longer than the other sessions?"

Your heart swelled. "I would love that," you said. "there's always more to pack in."

"Ugh," he groaned softly and your nipples puckered. His voice was low and gruff as he said, "Yeah, there is."

Wednesday - Day 8

You chose a leather chair with no arms that would allow you to be face to face. You took off your underwear, button-up shirt, and bra, leaving only a skirt and thin spaghetti-strap tank. God forbid anyone else walk in.

Corey arrived about ten minutes earlier than usual and looked at you like he was starving. You nodded to the chair. "Alright," he said your name as he took his seat, manspreading. Your name sounded so hot in his mouth. "Your move." God, the sound of his voice. The look in his eyes. He glanced at the clock. "We've probably got like 15-20."

9:30

"Thank God," you said. It was still virtually no time at all, but every minute with him felt like a gift. You took a moment to appreciate his entire form, from his dark, curly locks down to his huge boots. His muscles. His pre-faded prison tattoos. His almost-snarl. He was so imposing and delicious. You wanted, needed to see more of him. He looked physically pained not to be touching you. He opened his arms and his biceps flexed under his rolled-up sleeves.

You swung your leg over him and straddled him, your throbbing warmth meeting the hardness of his pants right away. He bit his lip as his pelvis rose to greet you and his massive hands ran up and down your sides. His lips hungrily claimed yours, his tongue forcing your mouth open. You rolled your hips into him and his cock swelled harder against you. You physically flinched in pleasure, breaking the kiss. It was almost too much too soon. Corey breathed loudly, and he searched your eyes as you grinded into him, admiring his face. His hands ran from your thighs up to your ass, taking your skirt all the way up.

You curled your fingers under his shirt and he took it off in a flash. Oh my. He held your balance as you leaned back and ran your hands all over his firm, broad chest and he watched your eyes roam his body. You scooted your ass back toward his knees, painfully prying your pelvis away from his for just a minute to take it all in.

9:32

Your thumbs traced between his pecs, down his abs, around his belly button, his happy trail, where you shoved your hand into his pants. You massaged his warm, engorged member and he thrust it into your hand. If this was the last chance you had, you needed to taste him. You pulled his waistband down and got on your knees.

It was your first time seeing his cock head-on, and you tried not to dwell on its beauty while the clock was ticking. You were mesmerized by his fine, red hair. You wrapped your lips around the swollen tip and when you sucked it into your mouth, he sucked air in through his teeth and his chest puffed out. He stroked your cheek with a large knuckle and the vein on his hand looked so hot.

He was delicious. Salty and musky. You inhaled as deep as you could through your nose. Your fingers gently felt the fine red hair above his cock as you opened wide and took as much of him as your mouth could hold. His chest heaved and he moaned. You looked up at him with his cock in your mouth and he was so fucking hot from that angle. His muscles. His Adam's apple. The scar on his neck. His shitty, seedy tattoos. A symbol or vertical zig-zag on his hip bone. You were throbbing so hard you almost straddled his filthy boot seeking friction and you knew it was time to move on.

But first, you slurped his cock further into your mouth. "Fuck," he said in the voice that drove you wild. "Okay," he panted, "get back up here, assuming you wanna fuck before I come."

You looked at him, and he looked at the ceiling. Ugh, that throat.

9:37

You held his hard cock in your hand and tried to memorize his whole groin as quickly as you could. You checked out the tat on his hip bone. Holy shit. It wasn’t a zig-zag, it was initials: "M.M." You were floored and extremely turned on. You ran your thumb over it lightly, and his cock swelled in your hand. His eyes widened then darkened as he looked down at your thumb on the initials, and he got even harder. His cock was weeping in your hand.

As you urgently climbed back onto him, you had to ask. "Is it true?"

He raised his eyebrows, and in the sexiest, hushed voice, he asked, "Do you want it to be?"

You nodded almost imperceptibly and dragged your wet heat against his smooth, naked shaft. His hardness took your breath away.

“Yeah? Does it turn you on?" He asked as he grabbed your ass and moved you harder into him. You slid firmly up and down his stiff member, and each time his tip met your clit, it was a burst of pleasure everywhere.

"Yeah," you whispered lowly, searching his face for an answer. His eyebrows jumped and he smirked ever so slightly as he swelled against you even harder. God, your whole body ached for him.

You aligned your entrance, and his cock nudged it needily. You began to sink onto him, and he gasped. His smirk disappeared and his lips parted. His massive hands on your hips brought you down on him hard.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned as the enhanced girth of his swollen cock parted your insides.

You had never been so full, and it felt amazing. Your nipples puckered, goosebumps prickled across your breasts, and your arm hair stood on end. His breath was ragged. He withdrew just a tad, then thrust up into you as you sank down even harder. You felt so alive.

As you rolled your hips into his, he moaned and his mouth hung open. His pelvis rose, rocking you into the air. Your lips drew his mouth into yours, swallowing his breathy moans, and he kissed you more ferally than you'd ever been kissed. He held you down on his cock and your aching clit found friction where your bodies met. The motion of your hips together moved his girth inside you in just the right way. His cock would retreat just an inch, then, your body would swiftly reclaim it.

You draped your wrists on the back of the chair and fingered his curls as you rode him, marveling at his beautiful face. He thrust in perfect rhythm with your needy hips. You tore off your shirt and he softly moaned into your neck.

His hot breath on your skin sent you over the edge. Your whole body shook, and as his mouth went to your tit, you buried your lips in the hair behind his ear to stop from crying out. He smelled so masculine. He slowed his pace and shuddered as you clenched around his cock. You finished coming, and relief flooded your body.

9:45

When you looked him in the eyes again, it was like you both had the sudden realization that this was it. He kissed you more desperately than ever, like he needed you to live, and began thrusting into you harder. He sucked your neck painfully hard and held you tight against him. Your bare skin together felt like you should never be torn apart.

God, this man did something to you. Your chest swelled and tension consumed your core again. He slid his arms under your knees, letting them hang over his elbows, gently tilting your hips. Your spine arched and he sloppily kissed his way from your sternum to your neck. He wrapped his arms around your back, pushing your hamstrings up and spreading your legs wide.

In one smooth movement, he stood up from the chair, his cock twitching deep inside you, and laid you down on your desk. He hovered over you, as if his dark eyes were studying, absorbing the pleasure on your face. You wrapped your legs around him and he fucked you so hard and deep. Filling you to the brim each time, his balls slamming into you.

He groaned as he began to pulse inside you. You whimpered, and pleasure burst from your solar plexus, almost blinding you as you came – you saw his face contort in broken flashes. His cock pulsed violently inside you, with a huge swell of warmth in your core every time your walls clenched around him. His body folded into yours heavily as you both finished coming and your legs relaxed around him. He grunted softly in protest when your aftershocks overstimulated him.

He nuzzled his hair into your chest and neck, kissing you sloppily, desperate for more time with you, knowing it was over any second. He hugged you as he straightened his back, bringing you upright with him. You sat on your desk, your ankles hooked around his legs, kissing his pecs, his sternum, his tattoos, his scar, with your hands memorizing each other's bodies. The front office door opened and he hugged you tightly into him, so tight you could hardly breathe but didn't want him to ever let go.

As the keys jingled closer, you both dressed hastily. Your thumb brushed his tattoo as he pulled up his pants.

Corey kissed you one more time, deeper than ever, like he was taking something he knew you’d need back.

9:52

You knew this goodbye wouldn’t be forever. That simply couldn't be the last time. You didn't care what it took - you had a primal need for this man.

You felt despondent for a few hours. There were so many things you hadn't done. You indulged yourself in a montage. You wanted to swallow his cum and hear him groan at full volume. You wanted his magnificent nose to linger between your legs and penetrate you, but you hadn't been able to pry yourself away from his cock for long enough. Your eyes welled up with the horniest tears. You scolded yourself for this emotional state, but it's a terrible feeling, the pain of something you can't have, even if it's right in front of you.

Finally, you composed yourself and made the call. You asked about Corey's CO. Your friend in the Warden’s Office said, “I don’t see why not." He even said he'd get the paperwork started. Your tears threatened to return as ones of hope. You went to the bathroom and splashed your face and did a double take in the mirror. Your hand shot to your neck and your face got hot, but then, your heart swelled. You still had him with you. You would savor his marks until you could figure everything out.

Day 9 (The Day After) - Thursday

About half the office came back from the conference Thursday. You wore a dress with a silk scarf and blazer. Two of the cooler investigators, Oscar and Kate, who worked in a different wing, stopped by to catch you up. You suspected they had something going on between them, you just weren’t sure what. Neither of them were single. Investigators were pretty good about covering their own tracks and picking up the scents of others. It was a hazard of working with them. You made sure to clean your office thoroughly for that reason.

Oscar sat in the black leather chair where Corey and you fucked 25 hours prior, and Kate sat in the one next to it. You sat behind your desk, the one Corey fucked you on twice. Kate gave you a book, which you put behind you on the credenza where you also fucked.

The first thing they told you about was a guy from the conference. Oscar thought you’d like him a lot. Kate disagreed. You had no interest at all, but you let them tell you anyway. You enjoyed listening to them bicker. It made their sexual tension so obvious. Their banter was one thing you missed after being moved over to this wing. When Kate started telling you about the actual conference, you sat back lazily in your chair and nodded vacantly. Your hand drifted to your neck, grazing the bruises under your scarf. The sexual montage in your head was so distracting that you didn’t notice what time it was.

As Kate yammered on about cyber risk in criminal justice, Corey came into your office and you startled upright, causing Oscar to look behind him at the door and do a double take.

Oscar said, “Mind knocking? We’re kinda busy, man.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said. “Thank you,” you smiled at Corey. “I don’t have any trash, though.” You didn’t.

Corey just kind of looked at you. But what were you going to do, kick your colleagues out of your office so your secret psycho killer boyfriend could feel you up? You looked at him somewhat apologetically.

Kate looked back and forth between you and Corey. Then, so did Oscar.

“You heard her,” Oscar told him. Corey didn’t even look at Oscar. He smiled at you and left quietly.

Oscar turned back around and looked at you, then shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking Corey Cunningham,” he said. “Really??”

You tried to stop your face from going white.

“I had to see it to believe it,” he said.

Oscar looked back at the doorway, then at Kate, then at you again. You didn’t react. He needed to show more of his hand.

“How does Corey Cunningham get work detail?” he finally said. You internally breathed a sigh of relief but also wondered if Corey could hear him.

“Good behavior?” you said with air quotes. Air quotes could imply anything from politics to extortion.

“Oscar, don’t you have that meeting with Frank?” Kate said abruptly.

“Shit.” Oscar left.

Kate leaned into your desk and asked, “So?”

“What?” you asked.

“Fucking Cunningham. Details?”

She was studying your face so intently. You were normally as cool as a cucumber and very hard to read, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that had gone out the window along with the rest of your self-restraint.

You shrugged. “He started last week, I think.”

“Have you talked to him?”

“Small talk. Perfect gentleman so far.”

“Hmm,” Kate said, still studying your face. Her eyes drifted to the chair Oscar sat in. Surely you didn’t miss a cum stain. You wondered what Kate would do if she knew. Your heart started beating faster. She looked at your jugular vein. Shit.

Her face broke into a smile. “You think he’s hot, don’t you?”

Now, this you could deal with. You answered carefully, “Like. . . objectively?” your face breaking into a smile.

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “He’s hot,” she said, laughing and nodding, covering her mouth like she was such a bad girl.

“Right??” You mirrored her demeanor. It was objectively true, so you had that going for you.

“Yeah, I hope they keep him around,” she said in a whisper. “I just wouldn’t want to be alone with the guy,” she added.

“I mean. . .” you raised your eyebrows. Joking about it would mean you had nothing to hide.

She playfully slapped your wrist and doubled over laughing. “I miss you. I wish I worked in this wing.” You were glad she didn’t, even though you missed her, too.

You worried about Corey all day and were relieved to get a collect call almost as soon as you got home.

“Hey baby,” you said gently, worried he’d be mad. “How are you?”

“Oh so now you care,” he replied.

“Of course I care,” you pleaded. “Come on, you know I can’t – I had kind of a shitty morning.”

“No, I know, babe. I was just thinking about you,” he said softly.

“I was thinking about you, too. Like all day.”

“Really? What were you wearing?” he asked. His voice was really working its magic between your legs.

“Well, right now, I'm not wearing much-”

“No scarf?” he cut you off.

“Um-”

“You should never wear a scarf. You should be proud of your beautiful neck. Don't you like it?”

“I really do,” you sighed and stroked your painful bruises.

“Oh! I think everything’s going to work out with our friend,” you told him.

His voice brightened. “Good,” he said. “I hope you have a better morning tomorrow.”

“Me too. I’ll do what I can.”

You set a reminder to take off your scarf while he was there, unsure what else you could do about that without attracting attention that would jeopardize the whole situation.

Something else was bugging you, though. Was Corey really not the least bit upset at being shooed away from your office? You wondered if you should be worried about Oscar.

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