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bakuthedeku · 3 years

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their everyday game

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Words: 3,000

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Things Midoriya Izuku is: A student, a sugar baby, a boyfriend, a brat.

Things Midoriya Izuku is not: Patient.

Or: Izuku wants attention from Kacchan and he is going to get it.

A commissioned fic for @insinirate !

Clack clack clack. The room is silent but for the steady breaths of its occupants and the rhythmic beat of fingers on plastic. Clear, wall-to-ceiling windows wash the sun’s gentle light into the room, and reveal a picturesque view of the sparkling city, looking like something straight out of a magazine.

Izuku glares at the extravagant view. He bets Kacchan is writing another one of those stupid reports of his.

Buzz. The clacking halts and Kacchan glances at his work phone for but a moment before the typing resumes.

Izuku takes a deep breath. Holds it. Puffs out his cheeks.

He slumps over in his seat and sighs obnoxiously.

God, he’s so damn bored.

Kacchan said he had to get one more hour of work done, and then he’d take a break. That had been almost three hours ago. ‘One hour’ had turned into two when Izuku left Kacchan to get ready for their lunch date and had foolishly gone straight to the cafe instead of meeting up with Kacchan at the office first. He’d waited all of ten minutes at their usual table before calling a company car and returning to find Kacchan still working in his office.

If not for Kacchan’s genuine surprise at the time and his gruff, yet sweet apologies, he would be a dead man already.

But Izuku still isn’t satisfied. Kacchan needs a break, and Izuku needs attention, stat. There’s only one solution: Izuku’s gonna annoy the shit out of Kacchan. So Izuku sucks in another breath and pouts at the ceiling. “Kacchaaaaan!”

Kacchan sighs, but he doesn’t respond. The silence in the room grows thick with expectation; Izuku’s long-perfect attention-seeking tone signals the start of the game they play every day.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is the clack of keys and occasional buzz from Kacchan’s work phone. Izuku wriggles against his plush seat, making the leather squeak obnoxiously, and clears his throat daintily, earning himself a glance. “Kacchan, I’m hungry…” Izuku peaks at Kacchan from beneath fluttering eyelashes.

Kacchan shifts his eyes back to his computer and types another line, pointedly loud against the room’s still silence.

When they play this game, whoever breaks first (or whoever wants whatever they’re after more) will relent and go to the other, so this can go one of two ways; Izuku will pull himself from his lounging position to drape himself over Kacchan, or Kacchan will pull himself from his work and lavish Izuku with the attention he deserves.

Today, Izuku takes it upon himself to move things forward—Kacchan is in one of those moods where it could take hours to break him down, and Izuku needs results now.

So with an impatient, gusty sigh pulled deep from his lungs, Izuku heaves himself up and slinks over to Kacchan’s grand desk, stalking up from behind him. When Kacchan makes the mistake of glancing at Izuku from the corner of his eye, Izuku pounces.

Izuku wrenches Kacchan’s chair around and jumps into his lap, laying himself over Kacchan as well as the plush arms of his chair. Kacchan grunts out a quiet oof at the sudden weight but wraps an arm around his waist nonetheless.

“I’m working, Deku,” Kacchan says dryly.

“Actually, Kacchan, I think you’ll find that you’re cuddling me and giving me attention right now, and I can’t imagine why you’d want to stop.”

Kacchan exhales quietly and wrestles down the corners of his lips—it’s not quite a smile, but it’s a good enough start for Izuku. “I have a lot to do, so as much as I’d love to keep giving you all the attention you desire, I really do have to get back to work.”

Izuku wraps an arm around Kacchan’s neck and pretends to think, then shakes his head solemnly. “Unfortunately, it’s a no from me. I’m hungry and I want lunch.”

“Then go get lunch.”

Izuku gives Kacchan a look for being deliberately obtuse.

“I’ll order in for you, then,” Kacchan offers.

Izuku huffs and pushes himself away from his comfortable spot against Kacchan’s broad chest. “Not good enough, Kacchan! We organised a lunch date, so I am getting a lunch date. Now.” Izuku sticks out his chin and dares Kacchan to say no.

Eyes lock. Izuku stares with determination, burying his will into impenetrable crystal red and steadfastly ignoring their alluring pull. Kacchan makes an aborted noise in the back of his throat, as if he was about to say something stupid but thought better of it, and finally sighs.

“Half an hour.”

Izuku smiles sweetly. “Two. You’re late, so you’ve accrued interest.”

Kacchan decides to focus on their negotiations over Izuku’s mockingly business-like tone: “Forty-five is the best you’re going to get from me.”

“An hour, not including travel time, or I’ll get our contract from your room and tear it up myself.” Izuku juts out a petulant lip. He’d never do it, but it gets his point across—Izuku isn’t budging on this.

Kacchan stares hard for a moment, then sags and rests his head in the crook of Izuku’s neck. “You’re such an annoying little shit,” he murmurs, warm against Izuku’s skin.

Izuku hides his smile in Kacchan’s hair and holds him tight. Another victory secured.

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The cafe is a relaxing, familiar space for Izuku. He’s been a regular since before his arrangement with Kacchan began, and when it breached the confines of Kacchan’s highrise office, it was only natural Izuku would drag Kacchan to his favourite little spot.

After enough of their regular visits, the staff have stopped staring at Kacchan and his crisp suits and shiny Rolex watches, and they interact more or less normally with the pair when they stop by.

They place their orders, as usual, and Kacchan pays, as usual, before they settle in their favourite corner, waiting for drinks and food.

Izuku relaxes into his plush chair. He breathes in happiness, the scent of sugar and coffee and Kacchan’s handsome cologne, and breathes out his worries. He’s already plotting ways to extend the hour he was so graciously granted.

On the table before him is a generous slice of cake, which is ‘not a meal,’ according to Kacchan, but Izuku wanted it and he doesn’t care what Kacchan has to say about it. Kacchan is still waiting on his own food; some kind of salmon dish, which is about the fanciest thing he might be able to get his hands on at a casual place like this.

Before Kacchan can grouse at Izuku further, Izuku digs into his treat with no regard for manners, or as Kacchan calls them, “basic fucking social etiquette.” Whenever Kacchan attempts to spout this particular kind of bullshit, Izuku rather enjoys pointing out the hypocrisy of Kacchan of all people criticising other people’s social graces.

Izuku glances at Kacchan and licks his lips before he fills his mouth with fluffy, sugary goodness, making eye-contact with him as he lets out an exaggerated moan. “So good,” Izuku takes care to lick his lips and smiles, warm and sweet like molten honey.

Kacchan rolls his eyes, but he swallows like his mouth is dry. “You’re a damn menace, you little brat,” he says hoarsely, despite the way his eyes have been stuck on Izuku’s lips since he licked them.

“Hey!” Izuku kicks out with all the gentleness of a fussy toddler, landing a solid kick on Kacchan’s shin. “Don’t be mean. You would’ve missed our lunch date altogether if I hadn’t dragged you here.” Izuku tilts his head and gives an Oscar-worthy kicked-puppy pout.

“Deku…” Kacchan obviously misses the point of his pouting by a mile, because now he just looks sad, and that is not what Izuku was going for! “I’m sorry I forgot, baby. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with you, it’s just...”

“You’re busy,” Izuku finishes for him, and leans across the table to (affectionately) swat his dumb boyfriend’s head. “I know. I’m not mad, but I do want your attention right now, so cut out the sadness and shower me with compliments like you’re supposed to.”

This earns a snort of laughter from Kacchan, who finally catches on and plays along with their usual game. His whole face brightens with his smile. “Ah yes, of course, dear. How could I spend even a second not overwhelming you with compliments?”

Izuku nods seriously. “Exactly. I’m just so shocked. You should know better than to neglect me by now,” Izuku winks, “Daddy.”

Kacchan makes a point of rolling his eyes, but he’s smiling broadly now, all teeth and crinkled eyes. “Alright, you’ve made your point, asshole. Eat your stupid cake already.”

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Once they’ve eaten, and the redundant alarm Kacchan had set goes off, they return to the car. It’s time for Izuku to execute his plan.

Before Kacchan can put his belt on like the square he is, Izuku swings a leg over his lap and wraps himself around his boyfriend. Kacchan raises a questioning eyebrow before Izuku makes his demand: “Take me shopping.”

Kacchan smacks his head back against the headrest dramatically. “You have my card. I’ll have the driver drop you off wherever you want to go, okay?”

“I said take me shopping, not send me. You have to be there or there’s no use! Kacchan needs to come with me.”

Kacchan looks sad, then, and the stupid man has apparently learnt a thing or two from Izuku, because he’s got the bestest, heart-wrenchingest puppy-dog eyes without even trying. Resting his forehead against Izuku’s, Kacchan sighs softly against his lips. “You know I spend as much time as I can with you, baby. I can only ignore my work for so long, for you.”

Izuku aches, sudden and raw. “Oh, Kacchan… I know you’re busy, you work so hard! Kacchan really is amazing. But sometimes I want to be selfish and snatch up more of your time. You put too much pressure on yourself at work. You have so many employees so you don’t have to run yourself in the ground.”

“There are things my employees can’t do-”

“Like stopping you from working yourself to death? Right, that’s my job.” Izuku wiggles in Kacchan’s lap and captures his lips in a whisper-soft kiss. “So let me take care of you.” Izuku flutters his eyelashes and pulls his trump card. “Please, Daddy?” he asks, words sugar-sweet on his lips.

Cheeks glowing a suspicious strawberry red, Kacchan huffs and grabs Izuku by the waist, easily picking him up off his lap and depositing him on the seat next to him. He waits patiently for Kacchan to break, all the while butterflies dance in Izuku’s belly at his Daddy’s casual display of strength.

“The hell do you need so badly anyway?”

Truthfully, Izuku has no idea what he would wish to buy. Spoiled as he is, there are few things he’s wanted through life that he doesn’t now own, thanks to Kacchan. “I saw this gorgeous lingerie set and I just have to try it on before I buy it. And I need you there to tell me how good it looks,” Izuku states matter-of-factly.

Kacchan clears his throat and pinches Izuku’s cheek. “Fine. Let’s go look at this lingerie, then, baby.”

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Izuku drags Kacchan out of the car by his hand and refuses to let go even after they’ve made it inside the shopping center.

“Come on, come on, I wanna see what this store has!” With Kacchan in tow, Izuku makes a beeline for his favourite lingerie store.

Izuku chatters away as he makes his way up and down the store, fluttering about pretty displays and shiny, luxurious lingerie sets hung up on the walls. He semi-consciously gives Kacchan a consistent stream of observations, rhetorical questions and mumbled postulations about what Kacchan might like best. He picks out half a dozen sets in just a few minutes, handing each one over to Kacchan for him to judge and/or hold like a handsome sentient display rack.

Soon enough, Kacchan flags down someone from the store to do the grunt work for him as he follows Izuku around the store like a loyal dog, face warring between fondness and annoyance.

Izuku is quite certain that the fondness far outweighs the annoyance, though. Izuku is, after all, impossible to hate.

After completing one circuit of the store, Kacchan interrupts Izuku before he can begin on a second. “What happened to the ‘one’ set you wanted, huh?” The man crosses his arms like a brute, biceps flexing handsomely as he pours disapproval into the question.

Izuku tuts at him. “There’s nothing wrong with browsing. Just look at how pretty this one is!” Izuku pulls out the dainty belt and harness set he was looking at, wiggling it around for Kacchan’s judgment.

“Mm,” Kacchan acknowledges, carefully collected as he judges the set. With his nod of approval, Izuku gleefully adds it to his soon-to-be-towering pile of things to try on, heedless of the fact that Kacchan immediately passes it off to the poor retail worker trailing after them.

Kacchan crosses his arms. “Don’t think I don’t realise what you’re doing, baby boy.”

Izuku ought to feel sheepish at being caught out so easily, but it’s to be expected when he’s trying to con Kacchan. Instead, he tilts his head and bats his big, round eyes, the perfect picture of innocence. “But Daddy, what exactly are you going to do about it?”

Kacchan crosses his arms, but Izuku’s got him there. Kacchan wants to see Izuku in this lingerie just as much as Izuku wants to try them on. And if all of this has the bonus of Izuku keeping Kacchan to himself for a little longer, then they don’t need to talk about that, really.

“I don’t know why I put up with you,” Kacchan says, and Izuku giggles, wrapping his arms around his Daddy’s neck.

“I can think of a few reasons,” he laughs. “Now come tell me how pretty I look in these!”

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The driver has to help them get everything into the car. As soon as they’re in, Kacchan orders the driver to start the car and get them back to his work quickly.

It’s cute that Kacchan thinks they’d be going anywhere near his office if not for Izuku allowing it.

“Are you satisfied now, brat?” Kacchan asks, pulling on his seatbelt only after the car has started moving (ooh, rebellious).

Izuku hums. He takes a long few moments to rearrange the copious amount of bags around him, just because he can. He pretends to think very hard about it before nodding exaggeratedly. “Yes, I think I am. For today, at least.”

When Kacchan groans, Izuku shuts him up with a kiss, and they smile like kids in love against each other’s lips.

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Deku seems to have tuckered himself out during their shopping trip, which is understandable considering the sheer amount of clothes he insisted he try on before making Katsuki buy everything for him. He spends the car ride back draped over Katsuki’s side, giving a docile little mumble every now and then when he sees a dog on the sidewalk or a pretty flower that apparently reminds him of Katsuki’s eyes.

(How can the fucker get even cuter than usual just because he tired himself out being a whiny brat all day? How is that fair at all to Katsuki’s heart? Not to mention his wallet...)

(It’s not like Katsuki can’t afford it, but damn, lingerie is surprisingly fucking expensive.)

Katsuki carefully shakes Deku awake when they arrive, because he has learnt the hard way that if he leaves Deku to doze or wakes him too quickly, there will be hell to pay. So he accepts Deku’s blindly groping hand into his own and leads him into the building, where Izuku says something vague about harassing his friend in reception and stumbles off, bleary-eyed.

Katsuki has some interns come down and transfer Deku’s things into his private car so he can attempt to get some work done before Deku makes it upstairs. Deku usually settles down after a few hours of monopolising Katsuki’s time and attention, but with the mood he’s in today, Katsuki doesn’t like his chances of getting anything else done.

He’s gotten as far as opening up an email from a partner company when the door clicks open and Deku sashays in like he owns the place.

And, okay. Katsuki owns the place, and Deku has him wrapped around his pinky finger, so he does own the place in every way but name. But only Katsuki is allowed to know that, god damn it.

“You look like a bumbling fawn like that,” Katsuki informs him, just to see Deku’s sleepy eyes flash with indignation, and watch his cheeks glow a pretty, flustered pink.

Deku’s response doesn’t disappoint, and his nose even scrunches up like a disgruntled bunny, but Katsuki’s gone and shot himself in the foot because now Deku is stomping up to him in a way that says he means business. Deku collapses heavily and claims the space of Katsuki’s lap, steadfast in the fact that it is his and his alone.

Deku slaps him petulantly on the chest. “Meanie,” he mumbles, and curls up on Katsuki’s lap, nestling his head beneath his chin and settling against him, a puzzle piece slotted perfectly in its place. “I’m tired,” Deku says, as if that isn’t obvious already.

Kastuki huffs, presses a feather-soft kiss to the crown of his head. “Just rest, idiot.”

“‘Mkay Daddy…”

Katsuki strokes his fingers through the softness of Izuku’s hair and cradles him as Deku’s body relaxes into Katsuki’s own. “Good boy,” he murmurs.

Pressed tenderly together, Deku continues babbling quietly to fill the peaceful sunset air. Katsuki nods along and holds his baby securely in his arms until he floats off into sleep.

Clack clack clack. With a watchful eye on Deku, lovely and sleep-soft against his chest, Katsuki quietly gets back to work.

#bakudeku #katsudeku #bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #sugar daddy AU #my fic #commissioned writing #commission #post #long post

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keilemlucent · 3 years

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mother knows best

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~4.6k

keigo’s dick catches up with him in the form of a fat, red strap

warnings: daddy kink, subby hawks, mean reader, lingerie, pegging, dumbification (a wittle), dacryphilia, revenge sex, degradation, keigo’s a cock slut ❤️

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oh wow so this is actually a wip from all the way back in august!! i got some good inspo, so enjoy some subby hawks goodness loveys <3

You wanted nothing more than fucking ruin Keigo.

He’d been a shit lately, more annoying than usual. Fuck, you’d even say that he had been a downright brat.

It was obviously somewhat endearing, getting bent over countertops, teased through your clothes and getting left wet and wanting as he would just so happily walk away, whistling triumphantly to himself.

Or, maybe, it was how at the recent Hero’s Gala, Keigo had dragged you into one of the hotel’s lavish bathrooms, meters away from his colleagues and shoved you up against the large dressing mirror, his bulge shoved against your ass, whispering about how he was going to shred your dress from your frame.

“You just look too good, babe,” Keigo’s hands raked up and down your chest, nearly pulling your breasts from the delicate fabric of your dress.

You’d pleaded with him, “I get that you’re horny, but this really isn’t the place.”

You still let him fuck your mouth to orgasm.

Twice.

He’d been at least nice enough to help you wipe the smears of the professionally done makeup from your face.

“Sorry,” Keigo spoke with a smile, thumbing away a run of mascara from under your eyes as you sat on the edge of the sink. “You did great though. You were so beautiful for me, angel. So sexy. ”

You frowned, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from your face, meeting his eye with an uncomfortable amount of intensity.

“Keigo.”

He blinked.

“Yeah?”

You felt his palms begin to sweat in your grip.

You smiled, something eerily dark.

“How do you feel you’ve been lately?”

You watched his throat bob, his keen mind going just where you wanted it to. As much as you loved indulging in Keigo’s insatiable, unstoppable, carnal need to bend your back until it broke, you were also very tired of the attitude he’d gotten from it lately.

“I think...” Keigo wet his lips, pressing between your spread legs from your perch, “I think I’ve been good.”

“You do?!” You repeated, laughing a bit as you squeezed your thighs around Keigo’s trim waist. You grabbed his cheeks between your thumb and middle finger, forcing his gaze to be on your messy, smeared face. “I didn’t think my ‘good boy’ was such a fucking dumbass.”

A whimper dripped from the back of his throat as you frowned, knowing how quickly being taken down a peg got him hot and bothered.

“You’ve jumped my ass without any regard for circumstances how many times in the last week?” You sneered, digging your nails into baby fat above his jaw. “Did you think about the consequences of your actions, babe?”

Keigo let out a deep breath, “Angel, I—”

You fully grabbed his cheeks and jaw, squeezing his lips puckered, “What did you just call me?”

His eyes went wide, hands tensing on the tops of your thighs.

“If I let you speak, are you going to do so properly?” You relished the frantic nod he tried to give you.

You dropped your hand to the front of his dress shirt, hooking your fingers into the top of his tie, “Speak then.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” Keigo’s eyes went big and doughy, refusing to look at you.

“That’s better,” You hummed, playing with the silky fabric. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, okay, sweetheart?”

He forced his gaze up to yours.

“We’re gonna go back out there, smile for the cameras, and then head home and get some good sleep.”

“B-but aren’t you going to p-punish—” Keigo words were gluey and slow, giving you all the more reason to interrupt him, even going so far as to shift to tighten his tie around his neck, perhaps a bit too constricting.

“I will, when the time is right. You just try to be a good boy until then, see you actually can.”

A filthy, but very fun plan was brewing in your head. It just would take some time.

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The opportune time struck a few weeks later. Though Keigo had at first been on some better behavior, he reverted to his typical, bratty self a week after your threat was made.

You were just biding your time, besides, custom orders took some time.

It wasn’t hard to contact Keigo’s PA, requesting his measures for ‘unknown’ purposes.

What was harder was wading through the hundreds of beautiful designs you could order for him. You spent a good few hours scrolling and fantasizing about what colors and patterns Keigo’s pretty, lithe body would look best in. After beating one out, you made your decision, entered his measurements, and sent the order off. It might’ve been the fervor of hot pleasure you had, but you threw in an extra item or two to your purchase. You were spoiling yourself, really.

Three weeks later, it arrived, perfect in every way, along with the extra items.

Then, it was just about watching Keigo and waiting to strike.

...

He came in late one night, feathers all but bare, uniform muddled.

As Keigo fell on the bed following his shower, you took note of his downy stubs, bare of most of his usual feathers. You grinned something wicked.

Tomorrow was the day.

Keigo crawled up to you, immediately pulling your back to his chest, peppering your shoulders with kisses before drifting off. You turned to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, hoping he’d get enough rest to be ready for all you had planned.

...

The next morning, Keigo lumbered out of bed while you were finishing your coffee on the couch, already donned in your business casual attire (with some additions, but he couldn’t see those yet).

“Hey, angel,” His voice was scratchy with sleep as he plopped down next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “How’d you sleep?”

“I slept super good,” You smiled, returning his sweet gesture. “How about you?”

“Good, very good. I’m just glad I have a day off.” Keigo relaxed into the cushions. He flexed the roughly two-foot-long stubs of crimson feathers, “Gotta grow these back out, and that means I’m relaxing all day.”

You grinned, the pieces of your plan having perfectly fallen into place.

“I’m very glad, sweetheart,” You gave him a fleeting kiss before standing up and heading back to the bedroom.

Keigo called after you, “Where’re you off to, angel? I wanna give you some love before you gotta leave me.”

“One sec! I just gotta get my shit together for work,” You purred back knowingly. Your purse was already packed and ready. You had other traps to lay.

Flitting into the closet, you rummaged through a small set of drawers to retrieve one of the several packages you received. It was a clean, white box, about half the size of a pillow, wrapped in red ribbon.

You laid it on the freshly made bed, adjusting some of the satins as you did.

Keigo beamed at you as you exited to the living room, sauntering up and wrapping his hands around your waist to kiss your forehead.

He stiffened when he felt the straps beneath your work blouse.

“Angel?” He squeezed your waist.

You smirked, kissing the corner of his mouth before gently cupping his jaw, “Now, sweetheart, can you be a good boy for me today?”

Keigo, the sweet thing he was, turned to putty in your hands.

He nodded, his bottom lip poking out.

“Good,” You tightened your grip on his jaw. “You have a lot to make up for, considering what a brat you’ve been lately.”

The way Keigo trembled in your hold, cheeks hot, made your head spin with your ideas for the evening.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” You walked him back, only stopping when his ass hit the kitchen table. He jumped when he slid just the slightest bit back, forced to sit.

“F-forget what?” Keigo genuinely couldn’t remember, based off the quirk in his brow.

You clicked your tongue, shifting a knee between his legs, “At the Gala. Use your brain, sweetheart.”

His expression fell with the revelation.

Your punishments were never easy. Very fun, but god, they were excruciating.

Watching the expression on Keigo’s face drift as he worked out the context of your actions made you shiver. You were sure he’d be a brat later, but catching him off guard always made him particularly weak to your touch.

“Now, baby, I was nice enough to leave a pretty present for you in our room.” You pinch his plump bottom lip between your fingers, “When I get home, I want you on the bed all dolled up for me, understand?”

He swallowed, nodding against your hold as enthusiastically as he could manage.

“Good.” You released him, kissing the indent that your nails left. “I’ve got to get going, but I love you lots, okay?”

Keigo was comically stunned with a very noticeable bulge in his boxers, “I l-love you too.”

You throw your purse over your shoulders, smug at your ability to turn Keigo into obedient mush.

As you opened the door to leave, you were gracious enough to shout and remind him, “Oh, and sweetheart? Be a good boy and don’t you dare touch yourself today, or I’ll make tonight far worse for you. Have a good day off, love!”

...

The moment you left the apartment, Keigo let out a tight breath.

Holy fuck.

He really thought he’d get to spend the day relaxing and letting his wings regrow, but as it turned out, you had far better plans for the two of you and Keigo didn’t have the mind to fight it.

Not yet, anyway.

He’d give you shit later. It was fun to push you around, in any context.

When he was sure you were far out the door, he quickly padded to the bedroom, eyeing the box that lay on the duvet.

Slipping onto the sheets, he kneeled and pulled it closer. He rubbed at the ribbon, frowning.

The two of you had used toys and... devices plenty of times, tending to each other, just in different ways. But, when Keigo picked up the parcel, it seemed far too light to have any sort of toy in it.

Keigo frowned, slipping off the satin and pulling off the lid.

...

Oh fuck.

Inside, neatly packaged with crisp tissue paper, was a carefully folded set of clothes. Special clothes, notably.

This became abundantly clear as Keigo carefully pulled the mesh and lace out of the box, blood rushing to his half-hard cock.

It was an incredibly pretty set. Stockings, garters, even a ribbed bodice with lacey cups, all pale pink with gold embroidery and accents.

It was pretty, but not your size at all.

As he pulled out the last item, a pair of satin and lace panties with extra fabric at the front, he realized that these were undoubtedly for him.

A hot blush sped to his cheeks as he stared down at the pretty mess in front of him.

Sure, he’d talked about this kink to you in passing, but you’d never mentioned it and he’d never asked you to indulge him in it.

However, it was quite clear that that was indeed what you were doing, giving him such a beautiful set.

There was even a small card.

“Keigo,

Despite the fact that you’ve been nothing but an ungrateful brat lately,

I’ve been gracious enough to give you a sweet gift.

You’ll have to earn it tonight.

Be good.

(Y/N) <3”

Keigo stared down at the garments and the note, already far too hard to be comfortable.

It was hardly going to be a leisurely day off.

...

You took the opportunity to torture Keigo just a little.

Honestly, you deserved it. With the way he’d been randomly dragging you into bathrooms, alleyways, and dressing rooms to wreck you, it was truly only fair that you got to wreck him.

So, you started early.

You sent picture after picture to him throughout the day, stepping from your office to tease at your own special garments that hid just under your modest clothing. Keigo probably wouldn’t touch himself, knowing what that would cost him. Fucking with him throughout the day would just make your revenge that much sweeter.

He was easy to get riled up, it was one of his biggest weaknesses when this dynamic came up. Keigo might’ve had the stamina to go for hours, but he didn’t have the heart or mind not to beg for it.

And god, by the end of reaching your own workday, straps feeling almost too tight and pussy dripping, you were more than ready to fuck Keigo up beyond belief.

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“Kei’? I’m home!” You called as you came in the front door, slipping off your shoes and hanging your purse.

“I’m in here,” Keigo’s voice echoed from the bedroom.

Oh.

Perfect.

Your plan, long thought-out, had turned out perfectly. Now, you reaped the reward.

You were going to fucking ruin Keigo.

Destroy him.

If he wasn’t a shaking pile of cum and sweat when you were done with him, you’d just keep going.

You strode to the bedroom, anticipating the sight before you with bated breath.

And god, did Keigo take yours away.

Like a ‘good boy’, he was just as you ordered him to be.

He was kind enough to keep the lighting the room low, though he was more than visible and fucking gorgeous.

The lingerie set fit him beautifully, as you expected. The pink satin and lace stretched over his tanned skin so well, showing off the tone of his muscles and the swell of his light curves, as well as his already weeping bulge.

He sat on his spread knees atop the bed, garters pulling tight over his upper thighs. The panties were maybe a bit small for Keigo’s fat cock, but seeing a bit of him peeking out was never a bad thing.

The bodice of the piece was truly beautiful. It was ribbed, a blushing pink and had small threads of golden stitching accenting the lace work. The cups of the piece were pressed to Keigo’s hardened, pierced nipples, the fabric undoubtedly teasing the skin raw (not that you didn’t plan on getting them such a way yourself.)

“Oh, baby,” You sigh, a light, genuine smile coming to your face. “You look beautiful.”

Keigo must’ve already been pretty deep in it, ducking his head and biting his lip, “Thank you, mommy.”

You smiled at his usage of the proper title, though none of your irritation or anger faded. It was only a few drops of water on a much hotter burn.

You walked up to the bed, leaning over the end of it to tilt up his face to yours, “Kei’, what’s your safeword?”

“Quill,” He leaned into your touch, stubbly cheeks brushing against your palms.

Nodding to yourself, you stepped back from him. Watching Keigo was like observing a moving piece of fine art, the shadows and highlights of his body crafted by some finer being than you. You were just there to tend to him, use him and bend him in the ways you knew he craved.

You fetched the last two parcels from the closet, setting them onto the nearby dresser. Close by and in-sight, teasing the two of you.

You turned, directly regarding Keigo. He must have been watching you move about the room, eyes rounded and knees spread just right.

“So, tell me, Kei’,” You hummed approaching the bed while popping the buttons on your work blouse. “Have you been a good boy lately?”

His fingers stiffened over the lace of the stockings, stubs twitching behind him, “I... don’t think so.”

You hummed, fully peeling off your top, “Wow, so someone’s finally got some sense to himself now? Mommy’s proud, but it’s a little too late for that.”

Keigo audibly swallowed now that you were barer to him.

Your set was a leather of some sort, black straps adorning and squeezing your frame and flesh in the best ways, linked by o-rings and pretty buckles. If Keigo was in a different mood, he would have half a mind to tug you close by the ring dangling between the slope of your breasts.

But he wasn’t, he was mommy’s good, sweet brat, and that meant sitting and shutting up unless he wanted this to be worse for himself.

You tapped your hip, over the slim zipper to your skirt.

“Unzip.”

Keigo nodded, too quick and too eager as his shaking hands slid the zipper over the curve of your hip.

You stepped back before Keigo could get too much satisfaction from the action, shimming the skirt down your legs—

And the set you had on top kept going.

Garters and black stockings settled over your thighs, perfectly fitted and perfect for you and your perfect body, Keigo just wanted a taste—

You slapped his hand down onto the bed, holding it there and leaning forward with a sickly syrupy smile, “I thought you said you knew you were being a brat, baby boy? Wouldn’t that mean you know not to push your fucking luck—?”

You left his hand on the duvet with an order to not move it, to which he complied.

And you slipped back over to the dresser, unfurling your last parcels.

Rope and a pretty new toy.

He didn’t deserve them, they were for you.

The new harness was perfect, custom made to your size, so it sat perfectly over the curves of your thighs and ass. It looked even better when you attached the curved, thick strap to it.

“Is that—”

“For you?” You finished Keigo’s sentence with a click of your tongue. “Maybe. Maybe I’ll just suck on that cute little cock of yours until you’re fucked dry. Maybe, I would let you near my dick. Or, you learn to be a good boy like you say you are—”

You grabbed his jaw in one hand and squeezed, “And you’ll get mommy’s pretty strap?”

...

To his merit, Keigo really, really was being good.

Each expression of his was just so, so delicious, and that wasn’t even taking into account the beautiful ways his body arched and writhed below you.

What would the public think if they knew ‘Hawks’ was fucking mama’s boy who craved nothing more than getting stuffed with thick cock and edged until he was crying sweet, sweet tears?

Who knows! You didn’t, and you didn’t fucking care.

You’d stuffed Keigo with a cute plug as prep, one with a glittering, yellow gem that just looked so good between his pert little ass cheeks. The new rope was put to use as well. Though, the knots were kept mainly to his arms and wrists. The new lingerie was too pretty to hide. You had tied the intricate knots and binds torturously slowly, as you’d be so kind as to attach a small, vibrating egg to the tip of his dick.

Though, the first thing you did was lock a cock ring at his base with the promise that he ‘wouldn’t be cumming until he was screaming’.

You had him under you, tits squished to his ribs. Your thighs slotted on the sides of his braced and squeezing him just enough so he knew not to dare to try and move with your word.

You smeared lube up and down his angrily red cock, thumbing the head. The slick and pre slipped down and stickied his balls and the roughed-up panties tucked beneath.

Keigo was a fucking mess for it. Whining and gasping with each breath for little, reverent pleas— ‘more, more, more—’

His wrists were tied together, pale pink rope making flushed marks against his heat softened skin. They were secured high on the bed, pulling his body taut and flat against the sheets.

You nipped at one of his pierced nipples, tugging the tender bar with your teeth with little regard for how Keigo squealed again.

Each sound had you dripping, just as needy and wanting as your sweet, sweet boy, but you’d be damned to let it be as apparent as his wanting.

Keigo was a goddamn sight.

Blond waves stuck to his forehead and temples, cheeks red and lips bitten to cherry. His mouth hung open, drool spilling from the corner and soaking the pillow you graciously kept under his head.

(Only because you’d ridden his face for a good while prior, and you were such a nice mommy, you gave him a nice cushion while you let him tongue fuck you to another orgasm.)

“M-mommy,” Keigo’s voice shook. “Please.”

You tsked.

“Disappointing, sweet boy,” You chastised, lightly. Keigo had already wept hard enough, you didn’t need to push much more before he cracked just as you wanted. “You know to beg better.”

Keigo choked on a sob, something that made his bound, stubby wings shudder and writhe against the sheets.

“But, I-I already have,” Keigo sputtered, tugging on the bindings and breathing hard as you toyed with the ring at the base of his swollen cock. “Please.”

He deserved it, all the teasing and sweet torture, considering what a bastard he’d been in the past week.

“Needy and you’re talking back?” You rolled your eyes. “So what, you want me to ride your cock? That’s too good for you.”

“‘T-too good for me,’” Keigo repeated, tearfully, stomach shaking with the way he was still trying to holding back.

He just needs to let go. Be the shameless cock slut he is.

“Guess I’ll just fuck that cute little ass of yours until I’m satisfied.”

Keigo gulped as you helped him onto his tummy, bound hands freed from the headboard to brace below him. His back arched, a practice ‘c’ curve that you made dip deeper with a press to the small of back.

“Do better,” You reminded him, cruelly. He stifled another sob, nodding.

He shrieked as you eased the lubed plug from his ass. You poured a gracious amount over the red strap-on, admiring it.

It was thick, it’d be a stretch and would press deep enough to knock Keigo out if you so chose.

Good.

As much as Keigo loved fucking you hard and fast, wherever and whenever he pleased, he needed this sometimes. A bit of handful (or so) of mean words, and a thick cock to fuck him full and dumb.

“Baby boy,” You cooed, tapping the toy over his blushing bottom. “You ready? Or should we wait—”

The impatient bastard.

“No, no, no,” Keigo sputtered against the sheets. “I c-can’t mommy, I can’t—”

“Can’t what, baby?”

“I can’t wait!”

It was the concept of waiting any longer for your fat cock that sent him sobbing into the bedding, hiccuping and writhing.

Keigo, the sweet thing he was, sagged and fell apart. Breaking good and proper, coherency gone.

You guided him through it, good and proper.

Truthfully, Keigo had been put through it. The sudden expectations, having him wait his entire day off, tempted by your skimpy little photos. And when you finally deemed him worthy of you, it was just to tease him and pretty cock for a few hours just to let off some of your own steam was cruel.

But Keigo had been bad, and loved getting used when you both needed it.

His tears must’ve felt damn good, considering when you reached under his hips (while rubbing tender little circles over his spine) his cock was harder than ever, leaking and wet with need.

He seized beneath you, sputtering little ‘n-no’s and ‘p-please’s mixed with his weeping. He twitched in your hand as you ran the pad of your finger around the ring at its base.

“I could take this off,” You mused, pressing the tip of the strap against his hole. “Or—”

With a slow grind of your hips, you stretched him wide and trembling.

Keigo’s cries got louder, deeper and rougher as he clasped his hands in their binds. Bent over his body, you teased his cock with a light hand, humming as you nonchalantly fucked him to the hilt of the strap.

“Now, sweet boy,” You nudge your hips flush to his, just barely shifting “If I take this off, can you come for me? I need you to cum for me as much until you can’t anymore. Can you be a good boy?”

After a moment of sniffling, he nodded, “Yes, m-mommy.”

You flicked the clasp on the ring, discarding it and rolling your hips.

And Keigo instantly came.

With all of that build-up, he shuddered, wings writhing as his back bent harder as he drenched the sheets beneath the two of you.

“My good boy,” You hummed, petting between his wings as he rode it out. “Keep it up.”

And without relenting, you grabbed his wings for leverage and fucked him.

Maybe, it was a little cruel.

Your pace was set hard and fast, tugging the feathery stubs and enjoying the feel of his round, downy feathers where you held the base. Your grip was the only thing keeping Keigo as he resisted collapsing.

You were nice enough to occasionally reach down and give Keigo a few quick pumps, just enough so he’d crest again, sticking your hand so well and thick. The cum was smeared onto the fatty round of his ass with a slap or two.

As much as it was a damn treat to see Keigo so fucked up and fucked, you let up when his orgasms were still hot and harsh, but his cock was nearly dry. It hardly sputtered anything, drained and sticky and overstimulated beyond belief.

“N-no more, no more!” Keigo sputtered as he trembled and convulsed with a dry, painful orgasm, your hand still fisting the sore flesh on his cock.

You knew him well enough to stop then.

Your hips stilled, breath labored, though nothing like Keigo’s teary, nearly-dry sobs. He slowly fell into the sheets, aching body falling with nothing left to give.

Everything was slow for a moment.

You pulled out, graciously slow and tender, mindful of his raw state.

With a few skillful tugs, his wrists were free and unbound. Weak arms and shaking hands grabbed for you, needy as ever, but still, you could indulge him.

‘Mommy, m-mommy, please,” Keigo tried to tug you down into the soaked sheets as you unbuckled the harness from around your hips.

You raised an eyebrow, “Still needy?”

Keigo choked on something between a sob and scream, nodding and needing.

(Completely wrecked, just as you craved and planned. He really was good.)

Your heart softened, the energy in the air diffusing as you freed his wings, coaxing them to stretch out and release any remaining bottled up tension.

And you fell into the bed with him, tugging your sweet boy to your chest and peppering kisses over his salt-slicked cheeks.

“You were wonderful dear, my good, sweet boy,” You layered on the praise, enjoying how his shudders came from your words as opposed to the discarded cock.

Keigo opened his cracked lips but quickly closed them, settling before nuzzling under your chin and practically purring as he came down.

You always knew that you did your job well when Keigo was fucked silent.

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thank you for reading 💞

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#salem writes #hawks x reader #hawks #hawks x you #takami keigo x reader #hawks smut #tw mommy kink #mha x reader #uwu i love indulging and breaking keigo over a good strap #<3

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savorysatori · 3 years

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DEJA VU. / SATORI TENDŌ! — dé·jà vu.

Deja Vu. /ˌdāZHä ˈvo͞o / a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.

synopsis. — you were both broken up. done with each other for the rest of your life, but, that one phone call always awoke something in you. bringing you back to where you used to be.

// warnings. smoking, car sex, tiny bit of angst. fem!reader, ex-lovers. possessiveness, toxic!tendō, face-sitting, daddy kink. + overstimulation, manipulation, non-con at first.

leader’s notes. my second attempt at writing angst and I hope I don’t butcher it, anyways, writing this hurt bad <33 but it’s also so hot because of toxic tendō. hehe! 💗

“You always babble on about us .. saying we can’t be together, and yet, you always pick up on my calls. You’re useless without me, dove.”

4:55 AM. — It was a soft breeze tonight, the birds were silent and the sun was slowly rising to uplift the night sky. It was a quiet night. Nothing to disturb your neighbors of their slumber, deep sleep with dreams of all kinds of things swishing between them and others.

But, you, oh you. You were up, wide awake, awaiting that same message you get from him every single day. It had become a schedule to stay up this late, hoping the three bubbles would pop up beside his name. You yearned to see him again. And it was awful. An awful, awful thing. You fell deeper into his hole of games and tricks he played on you, unable to climb out from it. Fell deep into the love he provided you. But he couldn't love you back. That was the worst part of it, and the reason you could never tell anybody. You wanted to leave, and you did. You were the one who chose to break up, yet the one who kept going back and forth. This was the cycle of a pathetic relationship, and you knew it. You felt your cell phone vibrate in your hand. You felt a mixture of dread and excitement. Dread, because you knew who was texting.

“Come outside. I’m here.”

The message showed up. From there, you knew it was him. His words were short. Uneventful, but short. You opened your front door, walking out to the middle of the meadow behind your house, to feel the crisp air on your famished skin. The moon was high in the sky, and its light illuminated your surroundings. There was nobody else around, giving you a sense of isolation from any other living being. Tendō leaned against his sleek car, exactly where your visions had led you to expect him to be. His legs were crossed and his shoulders slumped as if he was trying to disappear into the dark color of the car. You couldn't make out much else about him, as he was keeping himself cloaked in shadow.

"Tendō," you uttered, walking up to him.

He slowly lifted his head, peeking out from the cloak of car. His eyes were lifeless. Empty. There was no emotion in those deep vermillions. They were cold. Hard. Like the metal of the car they were resting on.

"So, you did come,” he said, his voice monotone and emotionless, his mouth however was pulled up into a small smirk. He pushed himself up from the car, standing at its height. He brushed some dirt off his slacks, and pulled the car door open, climbing inside. You followed his example, climbing into the passenger seat.

Tendō’s car was spotless. Not a speck of dirt was anywhere to be found on the car's interior. The seats were equally as clean, with not a single stain or tear in sight. It was obvious that he took great care in keeping his car in pristine condition. It made all the memories flood back easily into your brain, having you remember exactly everything that happened in here. As you sat in it, the engine still idling, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and putting it in his mouth. He lit it with his flickery lighter, taking a deep breath in and releasing it through his nose.

“I thought you quit,” you repeated the same words from before, hoping he took them in. He didn't answer. Instead, he focused on the cigarette in his mouth as he drew it out. Pushed a button to raise the window, allowing the smoke to escape into the frigid night air.

‘Why wasn’t he answering you?’

The clock in your head ticked and tocked. Back and forth with you getting irritated with by the lack of response you are getting.

He slowly exhaled, the smoke leaving his lips in a thin stream.

"Quit your bickering, would ya’? "

The two of you sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Smoke filled the car's interior, clouds swirling around each other as they rose into the air. The smell of tobacco vanished when he crushed the cig in his palm, flicking the now burnt remains out the window. Once the window rolled up, you could see the uneasiness settle into your stomach.

“Ten- we gotta.. end this, tonight. Last time.”

You were sure about it. Hundred percent, sure. Even if the need of your body wasn’t. You could feel it. His words were vague, non-committal at best, but his eyes, that's what he was getting at. His dead eyes told you all you need to know. Tendō grabbed your hand, and before you could even think about it, your hand went near your mouth, coercing you onto his lap with a brutal grip.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place. Your legs moved to straddle him, your knees on either side of his thighs. His hand left your mouth, finding its way onto your throat. You gulped in a breath, instantly feeling the pain of his fingers trapping your flesh. His face, so close to yours.

“You always babble on about us .. saying we can’t be together, and yet, you always pick up on my calls. You’re useless without me, dove.”

And he was right, so right. All of it. All of his games, tactics, his plans. You left him, yet you kept coming back. Why?

His eyes burned with a bright red, like two hot cinders. Tempting you to utter a word from your quivering lips, daring you to make a peep. And just like that, his found yours, smothering your lips. Soft at first, but soon they were hungry. They were everywhere, and you welcomed each one. Tongue pushed into your mouth; you tasted the blood from your bitten lip. The smoky flavor of his mouth was gone, replaced by the metal-like bitterness of his cold breath. You were weak. Powerless against him.

Your knees bent, your legs becoming wobbly, and you gave in. What else could you do? You couldn’t resist to his whims. His cold fingers rested against your burning cheek, his other hand grabbed at the side of your face, fingers digging into your jaw.

"You're mine." He breathed, his lips barely moving.

Dazed and confused, you didn't utter a single sound. His hand ran down your cheek, and he gave a light squeeze, holding you in place for his next move. His cold lips pressed against your cheek, moving slowly to your ear. "Say it."

"I'm yours!” The words escaped your lips, as if someone had pressed them in. They felt unnatural, wrong. It was like you was forcing yourself to say them. He let out a low chuckle, his hot breath causing you to shiver, no, to tremble. "Good girl."

The hand that was on your face moved down, and he grabbed at the front of your shirt. The feeling of his hand against your skin sent chills down your spine. You could feel him smile against your skin, his lips splayed on your chest. It all came too fast. One moment he was whispering dreadful words, the next he had the leather seat laid back, the remaining clothes thrown away with your legs fastened around each side of his head, cunt mere inches away from his hungry mouth. He had your wrists pushed against your head, and the leather seat belt were tied to your arms, leaving you unable to move them. Tied down, forced to watch, no matter how hard you tried to look away... he filled your glistening pussy with his cold tongue.

It was brutal. it was exquisite.

Moans came out of your lips with every thrust, and you couldn't help but push against his mouth. You wanted more. So much more. You could feel the warmth of his mouth, hear the slurping and slopping sounds as his tongue moved in and out, spreading the lips of your pussy to suckle. The harder you went, the wetter he made you, flicking at your clit. His stubble raked against your inner thighs as his mouth moved up to your aching sex. You rocked into his face, faster with a swirl from your hips. You could almost feel the heat of his breath against your clit as you loosed a torrent of dirty words, his name passed your lips in a long tone.

“Daddy! hah, ye- yes! ‘s good,”

He didn't need telling twice. Grabbing your hips, he steadied your gyrating body as he buried his head in your depths. He pushed your legs up, spreading you wide open. His tongue swept in and out, faster and faster. You could feel the air swirling around your clit as his nose pushed against your folds, sucking your sore bud into his mouth and biting down. You came hard, shuddering as your muscles tightened and unknotted themselves, unable to do anything else as wave after wave hit you.

Tendō’s tongue slid up from your sensitive bud, slipping back into his mouth with the filth of your juices splayed on it. He did exactly what he always did, make you dazed over him. Crawling back to him and his dick with need.

“Look at you. A fucking whore, whinin’ and squealing, you can’t go a fucking day without me — can you?” he urged you on with his harsh words, bringing you back from the aftershock.

You were addicted to him.

“No. I — I can’t, I love you too much,” a sniffle came from you, eyes settling to close. “But, please .. fuck me, daddy.”

A pleased look spread onto his face. He won. “You’re finally learning, dove. Now you know you can’t live without me, I’m too fuckin’ good.” you were swished from on top of his face, your legs being forced up, your knees drawn back as his fingers dug into your thighs. Gently, he guided his dick to you. His hands wrapped around your legs as he slowly started to push into you, rocking his hips as he found your warm, wet hole.

“Daddy! — ah, fuuck.” you hissed as he entered you, wincing as he twisted his hips, grinding the last inches of his cock into you. Cool air brushed against your raw neck and the inside of your thighs as his warm body pushed against you. With every thrust, his dick ground against your clit, sending jolts of delight through your body. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as your fingers bit into his flesh. You didn't want it to end. This pure, unadulterated pleasure. He leaned forward, supporting his weight on his forearms as he panted.

You were tight. So fuckin’ tight, Tendō could barely move.

He thrust into you, hard. His pelvis slapped your ass as you took him in. You moaned into his mouth as his dick rubbed that sweet spot inside you, your body felt as if it was in a craze of desire. He steadied his breathing as he started to thrust harder, keeping an intent of driving you cock drunk. Tendō wrapped his hand around your throat, as his other hand raised your legs and wrapped them around his waist. His lips were messily pressed against your cheek as he kissed you with deep, raw animalistic lust. You bit your tongue to prevent yourself from making any noise, but your body betrayed you as a moan still slipped past your lips.

“I know you missed this from the way you look, I know you miss me. Let me hear you mutter it, baby.” he panted as your bodies' rhythm began to sync up.

Your nostrils were filled with his scent, your eyes were covered by your hair, but you could still see as he fucked you with kind-buttons, and the pain grew. “I’ve missed it!” And you did as you were told, jumping onto his cock and draining it dry with your whines. “I’ve missed you, s’so much, lo- love you too.”

“Knew it. I fucking knew it already, your mine.”

He was unrelenting as his cock mushed against your womb, his forehead pressed against yours. His fingers dug into your sweat-soaked back as he huffed, his breath coming out in heavy pants. You could feel the liquid filling your insides as his warm cum plugged you. His body kept on thrusting as he emptied himself into you. Your vision grew dark as the world turned all of its colors. You felt light-headed, but you didn't want it to end. You couldn’t have it end.

Tendō’s eyes ranked of desire and crave, he had you where he always wanted. Plugged you to be his, lure you back in with his lustful advances, have you stay up till the crack of dawn — waiting for that phone call from him. Make you whine just for the simplest touch from him. He drove you mad. That devilish grin on his face as he had you pinned down, that was all it took for you to fall into temptation's arms again. You were the king and he was the pawn, catching you in checkmate.

“You also still .. love me, right?”

A deep, guttural laugh escaped from him. One that would make someone wince, embarrassed of the question they asked. You wished you could take it back, wish you could go back in time and not say a peep. Wish you could disappear from reality. Just this once.

“Yes. Of course I do, my little devil. But that’s in another lifetime, one where I’m your actual boyfriend.”

You’ve felt this moment before. Tasted those same words leaving your lips, savored them to the hilt. This exact feeling felt familiar like you’ve experienced it before. You were trapped in a haze of deja vu, going around in circles and repeating the same actions from before. Just like now, what you asked him. You asked him before.

“Checkmate.”

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angelyuji · 3 years

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oh my god i loooove TDATT too!! if possible, would you maybe please write something about I’d sheriff bodecker was super protective (dare i say platonically yandere) of his daughter who was with yan!arvin?

reader uses she/her pronouns

cw // possessive and controlling behavior, violence, running away, yandere behavior (let me know if i missed any)

· omggg hhHhhhh i absolutely adore this, and for the sake of this request, pretend like bodecker lives in coal creek lol

· you wouldn’t tell your father that you started dating someone until you were going steady with arvin

· you know how he wasn’t going to react well, so you tried to hold off as long as you could

· but when arvin asked if you would introduce him to your father, you knew you had to at least break the news to your father instead of surprising him

· lee bodecker hates surprises. so, when his baby girl told him that she was dating a boy from church…he was unhappily surprised.

· “…sweetheart. you know what the rules are.”

· “daddy, please. you’ll love him once you meet him!”

· “i-”

· “daddy, arvin’s real sweet to me and you won’t stop me from seeing him.”

· “…one mistake and he’ll have bullet holes in his chest.”

· you sigh, but hug your father, “thank you, daddy.”

· “anything for you, princess”

· arvin would be literally every parent’s dream. he knocks on your door the moment it turns 6:00

· he’ll come in his best outfit with flowers for you and whiskey for your father

· bodecker would be watching arvin’s every move, but no matter how wonderful arvin is in front of lee, he won’t be happy

· “no is no.” he downs his beer and snaps at you for another, ignoring your frustrated groan.

· “wh-what do you mean “no”? arvin was amazing, daddy! he followed every rule, so why don’t you like him!?!” you pull at your hair.

· “i don’t need to explain myself to you, sweetheart. i am your father, so i’ll be making the rules.” your father doesn’t look up at you as he cleans his gun.

· “that’s not fair! daddy, you didn’t even give him a chance!” you slam your hands on the table, the bottle rattled and fell. the crisp smash caused silence to fill the room.

· you can see the rage on your father’s face as he stands up, “y/n m/n bodecker, i am tired of this nonsense. you are MY daughter and if i hear anything about this “arvin” boy again, i’ll lock you in this house.”

· you stay silent as you feel tears build up, you hear him sigh, but you wipe away you’re the stray tears, “i hate you” you spit out and run to your room.

· bodecker sees red, “COME BACK HERE, GIRL.” he hears your door slam shut and muffled sobs filter out.

· he doesn’t mean to isolate you from this boy, but the idea of you leaving him like your mom, it scares him

· you’re his baby, his child, his reason for living, and seeing you fall for arvin made him realize that you’re not gonna be his little girl anymore and that pissed him off

· this arvin took his little girl from him and he’s gonna make him pay for that

· “you stay away from my daughter, boy.”

· “i love her, sir, and she loves me. you can’t stop us from being together.” the sheriff grabs arvin by the collar and slams him against the wall.

· “now you listen, i gave up my world to raise my little girl right. she’s mine and mine only. i ain’t letting some murderer’s son take my baby. you come near her again, i’ll kill you.” arvin stays silent and lee lets go of him. he pats arvin on the shoulder before taking his leave.

· unbeknownst to bodecker, while he was on his shift, you ran away with arvin

· he’d get the call about arvin killing the priest and come home to tell you about your murderous boyfriend

· “y/n! y/n, come here! i got some news to tell you about that friend of yours.” lee smiled gleefully at the news he had to share, but silence greeted him. with a frown, lee sighed and walked to your room.

· he opened the door slowly, “baby, i know you’re upset, but i was right about-” panic set in lee’s heart as he scanned the room. you’re gone.

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jotunn-loki · 3 years

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no penance due to innocence

FANDOM: tom hiddleston rpf, mcu rpf PAIRING: tom hiddleston/reader RATING: explicit, NS// FW!! WC: 4,544 WARNINGS/K¡NKS: female!reader, professor/student, daddy k¡nk, praise k¡nk, schoolgirl fantasy, age difference/age k¡nk, voice k¡nk, degradation, spanking, dom!hiddles, sub!reader, pain k¡nk, not a warning but hiddles in suit/glasses/beard

SUMMARY: Despite your best interests, you can't help but fantasize about your classics professor, Tom Hiddleston. But as it may seem, your thoughts may not be so fruitless after all...

NOTE: the title is a line from John Donne's poem "to his mistress going to bed" which is partially quoted in this fic--you'll see! imagine Hiddles reciting it hehe. also, i typically don't use "y/n" in my fics, but this fic does use "Miss Y/LN" (your last name) thrice! not in the heat of the smut but near the beginning and end:) enjoy!

It was nearly seven p.m.

Tom Hiddleston, your classics professor, stood at the front of the lecture hall, one hand wrapped elegantly around a remote clicker and the other adjusting his glasses as he spoke.

You loved his voice; everyone in the class did—the smooth richness of it, the authentic Britishness that was so short in supply at your American university, the elegance and intent he put into each and every syllable. He obviously was quite passionate about his subject, which made not only for a fascinating class, but an attentive group of students. You were sure that there was no one in the section who ever dared to not pay attention to his lectures, much less skip it completely. Why would anyone want to miss the crisp tightness of Professor Hiddleston’s custom-tailored suits or the soft unintentional growl in his voice when he read aloud a section from your readings? He was a talented actor in that regard, but you were glad he had never gone into such an industry...otherwise you wouldn’t be able to watch him in class now, listen to him, soaking in every bit of his perfection.

And that, truly, was the reason that you loved this class most of all. While you were ashamed to admit it, after the seventy-five minutes you spent in the Intro to British Literature lecture, your underwear was always slightly damp as you rose from your seat and tried to ignore your mortification as you passed by the man you couldn’t stop thinking about on the way out of the door, murmuring a quiet, “Thank you, Professor.”

It was the same now, and you could barely focus on the class’s content while Professor Hiddleston turned from one completely filled up white board to the next, giving you a splendid view of his glorious tight ass. You shifted in your seat in what you hoped was an inconspicuous way and turned away. This was getting out of hand. You almost were wondering if you needed to drop the class altogether, purely for your own sanity.

But then again—if every student in the class did that, there would be no one left in the section.

Now Professor Hiddleston was running a hand over his beautiful dirty blonde beard, thinking for a moment before he wrote the next name upon the board. John Donne, it read, and you suddenly remembered the poem you had been assigned to read the night prior. It was short, less than one hundred lines, which had lent for easy reading, even for the turn of the sixteenth century. But that wasn’t, of course, what had drawn your attention. The poem was unashamedly erotic, a scene about undressing, a mistress and her lover, vulnerability between them both.

And now, to your absolute undoing, Professor Hiddleston had decided that it was a good idea to read it aloud. You could barely breathe as he spoke, as he again, acted, the poetry, each line sending you further into a frenzy. Around you, the class held its collective breath as well, creating an unnatural silence. Not even a paper moved, nor did a pen drop.

“...shew / thy self: cast all, yea, this white linen hence / there is no penance due to innocence / to teach thee, I am naked first; why then / what needst thou have more covering than a man,” Hiddleston finished with a flourish, a slight smirk on those perfect lips. His eyes roved around the room thoughtfully, that smirk dissolving into an unabashed grin. “Quite the charmer, Donne thought himself to be,” he added with a laugh. “We can thank him for that.”

Suddenly, his eyes locked with yours, and you could have sworn that he swallowed as he looked at you. Or perhaps that was just a stupid hope. You twisted your lips and looked away abruptly, missing the narrowing of his eyes and the way his hand ran down his tie and fiddled with its tip.

Soon enough, class was over, the hour just passed, and you gathered your things, stuffing the poems you had printed out into your bag and rising from your seat with a grimace. Your body had found itself aroused. Again. Thankfully, now that your day was finished, you’d be able to make it back to the dorms with minimal consequence, and you knew it would be a few hours before your roommate to return, so you’d have a solid amount of time to...get your professor off of your mind.

But as you turned the corner from the descending steps between the rows of chairs towards the door, a voice cleared itself behind you. Heart pumping, you pivoted to find Professor Hiddleston standing there, one hand rolling up the sleeves of his crisp shirt up to his elbows, revealing lean but corded muscle there under smooth pale skin.

“Y-yes, Professor?” you asked him, trying not to let your voice shake. It was almost as if he could read your thoughts, sense that you were clearly horny and in need of leaving the fucking lecture hall.

“I need to speak with you privately,” he murmured, and you couldn’t help but clench tightly and swallow.

“About what, sir?” you asked.

Hiddleston smiled. “Just grades. Your recent performance.” Seeing your confounded face, he added, “Nothing serious, of course.”

Slowly, you nodded. “When should I come?”

You didn’t miss the slip there, the unintentional double-meaning, but as it would seem, neither did he, as Hiddleston’s pleasant smile slid into a heavily lidded smirk, one eyebrow raising.

No. It couldn’t be. Professor fucking Hiddleston—into you? Just another one of his sophomore students who was most likely taking the course solely for a humanities credit? Granted, you were not one of those—you loved classic English prose and poetry, but it was such a large class that most of them were not that into the subject.

“Right now,” Professor Hiddleston said then, gesturing for you to follow him. Eyes widening, your hand tightened around the strap of your bag and you waited for him to gather his teaching materials before you both left the lecture hall promptly.

His office was not far, only a few floors up. Luckily, you did not have far to go, as it was in the same building, and so you did not have to dwell in the anxious interim stage for long.

The office itself was spacious and graciously private, with a large modern window that looked out onto the urban campus of your university, and a shade that was currently rolled up to the top. There was a large mahogany desk as well, old-fashioned as you had expected, and a luxurious chair that sat behind it. A plush violet-colored rug laid on the floor as well, completing the look.

You had been purposefully avoiding office hours for this class all semester, unable to trust yourself in such close proximity to your professor. It seems that your goal had now been foiled by the man himself. Oh, well. Hopefully this would be quick, and you wouldn’t have to endure this torture for long.

Sighing, Hiddleston sat himself down behind his desk and rolled the chair away from it, hands steepled with his elbows on his thighs. His thighs... which were currently separated far apart in the most attractive manspread you’d ever seen, no matter what an oxymoron that may have been in any other situation. But not in this one. Not here, with Professor Hiddleston, alone.

This man who you could guess was around forty years old. This man who was probably over twenty years your senior. Unwittingly, the thought sent another stroke of heat down to your pussy. Oh, god. Biting your lip, you waited for him to speak.

He seemed to enjoy holding you in suspense for a moment, that infuriating grin still plastered across that handsome face. “You must have wondered why I called you here.”

“Yes, sir.”

At that, his grin disappeared, and something else crossed his face instead, something much darker, much hungrier. “I do love it when you call me that.”

You gulped. “What’s that, Professor?”

“Either of those,” he replied, that familiar growl filling his voice. “And you must know by now that I don’t give a damn about your grades. That is your own business...besides, you are doing excellently in my class.”

You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you just smiled and crossed your hands behind your back.

“No...you’re here because you are far too distracting. It’s causing me problems during lectures. That is an issue,” Hiddleston said, spreading his legs even wider.

“I...hadn’t noticed that, sir.”

“Of course you wouldn’t,” he replied simply, that prim accent making it all the better. “I wouldn’t be a good lecturer if I allowed myself to be easily affected by a student...even if you are as stunning as you are.” His eyes flashed. “I wonder...are you doing this on purpose, darling?”

Mouth parting, you shook your head.

“Mm,” Hiddleston murmured, scratching the side of his beard slowly. “I don’t know about that. Are you sure?”

“Why would I be so willing to entice you, Professor?” you asked him, willing yourself not to collapse where you stood.

Hiddleston dropped his hand and ran it instead along the inside of his thigh. Your eyes widened and you had to avert your gaze. “Because you want me as much as I have lusted after you,” he said huskily in reply.

When you didn’t respond, throat too tight to speak, he stood, edging around the side of his desk. “Admit it, Miss Y/LN,” he said sternly.

He was so close to you now, just an inch away. You could barely intake breath—no, scratch that, you couldn’t breathe at all.

After a painful moment, you nodded.

“Say it,” he whispered.

“Yes,” you squeaked, eyes flitting to his, a bright, intense blue.

“Yes, what?”

Steeling yourself, you brought your hand to his chest. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Good girl.”

You clenched again, barely withholding an audible moan. Still, Hiddleston had spotted your near slip, and he grinned, bringing one of his large hands to cover yours where it was placed on his chest and entwine both of your fingers. “Say yes to me, then. And I will give you what you so crave.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston. Please.”

“That’s my good girl,” he said again. “Now. Undress.”

You gawked at him. “Excuse me?”

Hiddleston snatched both of your wrists then, pulling you right to his chest so that your bodies were pressed together. “You do want me to fuck you, Miss Y/LN, don’t you?”

Quickly, you nodded.

“Then do as I say,” he hissed.

You complied easily, removing first your bag from your shoulders and then your light jacket. You hesitated only a moment before sliding your fingers under the hem of your shirt and lifting it from your head, exposing your skin to the slight chill of the room. Still, everything inside you was fire, and it only burned hotter as Hiddleston inhaled deeply, taking in the sight of your breasts, hidden only by the bra that cupped them gently. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Just like I imagined.”

Your breath quickened at that. It was terribly gratifying to know that he had fantasized about you, his student, just as you had fantasized about him, your professor. So you smiled at him through your lashes, putting on a facade of demureness.

“Now, don’t give me that,” Hiddleston automatically smirked, grabbing your jaw and holding it tightly. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered, “I know how dirty your thoughts have been, my dear, and it would be a lie for you to pretend otherwise, wouldn’t it?”

Unable to help yourself, you whimpered. Beside your ear, Professor Hiddleston laughed. “Whore.”

You held your breath as he then unbuckled your bra, the garment in his hands looking like it belonged there—and leaving your breasts bare. “Professor,” you murmured as he leaned forward, cupping both of them in his large hands and placing a kiss to each nipple. “Professor—fuck—”

CRACK.

There was a sharp stinging feeling on your ass, and you realized that Hiddleston had just spanked you—actually spanked you—and was now leaning onto his desk casually again, this time with a stormy expression on his face. His chin tilted upwards in disgust as he said, “Such foul language. When have I ever tolerated that, little one?”

When you didn’t answer, he raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t rhetorical.”

“You didn’t, sir,” you said meekly, grimacing from the pain. You could only imagine what it would have felt like without clothing to cover the sensitive skin of your ass.

“Hence why I needed to punish you,” Professor Hiddleston said matter-of-factly, which somehow only turned you on even further. His confident nonchalance made you want to kneel before him and unbuckle those perfectly-pressed trousers, but you managed to hold yourself together.

It wasn’t long before you were standing before him naked, trying fruitlessly to hold in a tremble as Professor Hiddleston circled your body, eyeing every part of you. “So,” he said when he’d finally turned to face you eye-to-eye again. “You not only are extremely intelligent, but you are a goddess among humans. You look so innocent, but I know you aren’t. Not with those eyes.”

It was true. You hadn’t been able to stop yourself from looking at him the way you had been doing all semester.

“Intelligent, sir?”

Hiddleston smiled gently and stepped toward you, finally encircling you in his arms. His hands, placed firmly on your upper back, slowly slid down to cup your ass, pulling you against his form. You could feel the strain of his crotch there, and your heart pounded at the thought. You still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Yes, intelligent,” Hiddleston murmured, brushing a light kiss on your cheek, your jaw, your lips. “Your textual analysis of Much Ado About Nothing a few months ago was one of the best interpretations I’d ever seen.”

Had it been? You’d only been commenting about the way that it had impacted modern fictional tropes and set up socially acceptable gender roles in romance, but you supposed that it had been written in such a way that had greatly pleased Professor Hiddleston.

“Do not be so hard on yourself,” he said then, as if he could sense your thoughts. “Truly...you are a pleasure to have in class.”

You felt your body tense at the way he said ‘pleasure,’ for he certainly knew what he was doing. “Even if I am distracting to you?” you asked.

“Especially when you are distracting to me.”

With that, he pinched your ass firmly between two large fingers and you yelped, flinching into his arms. You felt the outline of his hard cock in his trousers again and squirmed against it, desperately needing friction. “P-Professor—”

He tsked quietly. “Such a cockslut you are, my little schoolgirl begging for me,” Hiddleston tutted. You felt your arousal even stronger as your mind filled with the fantasy he had planted there, imaging yourself in high stockings and a short skirt, a pure virgin teenager with no experience.

Luckily, that was not the case, but he was your professor, and if anyone found out that he’d fucked you, you’d both be in serious trouble. It only made the whole thing more exciting.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered. “Professor, I need you—”

“What did I say about foul language, little girl?” Hiddleston said sharply. “Or do you think yourself above such formalities and rules now that you are standing naked like a filthy whore in my office?”

You moaned, and without warning, Professor Hiddleston threw you against the dark mahogany desk so that you were facing away from him, clapping a hand across your ass again. Your eyes watered from the sudden pain, but you only bit your lip, loving every bit of it.

Hiddleston leaned over you so that you could feel his hardness against your body again and tilted your tear-stained face towards him. You watched him remove his glasses silently and place them beside you on his desk, smirking all the while. “You are going to count for me now, alright, my dear?”

You nodded, tensing your body in preparation.

And then it came without warning, his hand on your backside with a sharp cracking sound, leaving the feeling of fire against your skin. You cried out in pain, and Professor Hiddleston cleared his throat.

Oh. “One,” you whispered quietly. “But, Professor Hiddleston, won’t anyone hear?”

He let out a soft laugh at that. “I’ve been tenured here long enough that no one else of importance is in the vicinity, little one. But who knows…”

With a self-satisfied laugh, he spanked you again.

“T-Two,” you said.

Crack. “Three.”

Crack. “Four.”

Crack. “Five.”

With each spank, your voice grew stronger, more sturdy, and you relished in the sting of your ass stuck out behind you and caressed by your professor’s hands. He was rubbing it now, a gentle reprieve before he hit you again, this one harder than the rest.

You shrieked and gripped the edge of the desk, feeling the wetness of your cunt moistening your legs. “Oh, Professor Hiddleston,” you moaned. “Hit me harder, please, Daddy—”

The word slipped out of your mouth without expectation from either you or him, and you immediately stilled, feeling embarrassment cloud your senses.

“You are a kinky bitch,” Hiddleston murmured softly, and he ran a hand along the top of your head, even as you lay panting over the edge of his desk. It made you feel lesser, somehow, and you wanted that. You needed it.

“Be a good girl then, and take what Daddy gives you.”

The spank following was the hardest of them all, making you buck into the desk in all its force. “T-Tom!” you cried. You needed release, now, and him building you up was starting to irritate you.

“One more,” he said through gritted teeth, and you tensed as a final slap hit your backside, causing your eyes to water in pain as you heaved against the desk, nearly bringing you over the edge in and of itself.

“I can’t wait to see that bruise up nicely,” said Professor Hiddleston smugly, flipping you over as you let out a pained hiss. “And now that you’ve been adequately punished, I will give you what you’ve been longing for.”

You let out a long sound, something that was a mix between a contented sigh and a broken moan, and watched as he tore off his belt buckle and pulled out his cock, hard and weeping and flushed a very eager red. “Ready, darling?”

You nodded quickly before your nerves could get the better of you.

He raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.

“Yes, Daddy,” you murmured, still feeling the familiar tendrils of embarrassment creeping across your neck.

Professor Hiddleston—Tom—smirked and spread your legs with each of those gorgeous large hands, gripping the flesh of your thighs. Between them, you were on fire, evidenced further by the wetness dripping from your core.

“Oh, my dear,” Tom whispered with an air of disappointment, though it was impossible not to see how pleased he was. “You’re so wet.”

“Mm—” was all you could say. With him standing over you, eyes boring into your pussy and flitting back to your face every few moments it was all you could do not to scream.

Suddenly his fingers were upon you—within you, and you let out a long moan as he pumped them deftly, the other hand gripping his own cock. As you panted, completely at his whims, Tom grunted, his eyes fluttering closed.

But then, just as you felt yourself reach your peak, body begging to throw itself off into the abyss, he stopped. “Daddy,” you whined, pouting at him. “Why did you stop?”

“I had to, little one,” he murmured gently, running his hand along the inside of your thigh and sending shivers across your skin. But though you bucked your hips forward into his touch, Tom didn’t continue, only let out a smug chuckle. “I want this to take a long time, my dear. I want every part of your body to remember that I was here. I want it to know—I want you to know—that it belongs to me. Understand?”

You swallowed. “Yes, Professor Hiddleston.”

“Good.” The word was sharp, succinct, radiating with pure dominance. You clenched at the sound of it.

And unfortunately for you, your professor had witnessed that with his very own eyes. Immediately, you felt a sharp sting against the same spot on your thigh where he’d just been caressing, and you squealed. “Professor!”

“Whore,” he spat, pushing your upper body flat onto the desk. “I told you that you needed to be patient, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy…”

“And you disobeyed me,” he replied calmly. “So you deserved that, little one.”

You let out a small sound of assent and he kissed your lips softly. “Now, let’s continue. You’re doing so well, my darling.”

He slid those fingers along the inside of your thigh and caressed the sensitive skin where your legs met your cunt, tickling your skin. You tried to hold in a laugh and failed, a small hiccup escaping your lips. Tom glanced up at you and smirked. “My poor little girl,” he teased.

You smiled at him and bit your lip. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

You couldn’t help the whine that slipped into your voice. Honestly, it awed you. Less than an hour ago you were afraid to even make eye contact with Professor Hiddleston for fear of your own sexual desires; now you were sitting on his expensive desk bare naked with your legs spread for him and pussy dripping with unquenched arousal. Still, he refused to bring you release.

“Will you please fuck me?” you asked him softly, sweetly. “I need your cock, Professor.”

You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he tried to hide the way your words affected him, So you pushed out your bottom lip and bared your breasts forward to him for good measure. “ Please.”

Where he had been gentle and sensitive a moment ago, Tom was no longer holding back. “What happened to ‘you need to be patient?’” you hissed as he flipped you over, bending you over the desk as he’d done before.

“Hush, my little whore,” Tom grunted as he shifted behind you, and you could feel the head of his cock nudging at your entrance impatiently. Hypocrisy at its finest, but you couldn’t care less. “You’re going to take all of me, and I will be merciless,” Tom whispered as he took your hands and pinned them beneath his own on the desk. “Do you understand?”

You nodded, difficult as the action was in your current position.

“No,” Tom said softly. “I don’t think you do.” He sighed dramatically as he pinched the spare skin on your hip, making you squeak in pleasure. When he spoke again, his voice was lower, gravellier...that same cadence he had when he’d read some of those poems. “You’re going to take every inch of my cock, and it’s going to be painful for you, my dear. But I’m not going to go slow, not going to rest and wait for you to adjust. And only when you’re begging for me, crying for me like the whore you are will I finally let you come.”

“Oh, Tom,” you moaned and he chucked. “Yes, that’s right, baby. Moan my name. I haven’t even entered you yet.”

You couldn’t even feel the embarrassment hit your mind; you were too fazed over with the anticipation of him fucking you. “Please—”

Then he was pushing into you, and you groaned in pain. He had been right—this was unlike any other man you’d previously fucked. He was large, but just perfectly so; you felt as if the pain inside your cunt should live there forever. His hips snapped as he thrusted into you again, and you pushed your ass into the air to get more friction. “Oh, Professor Hiddleston—”

“Yes, fuck yes,” he panted as his thrusts sped up, and he moved one hand off of yours to finger at your clit. Sensation flooded you, and you cried out again. You could feel the warmth and power of his body behind you, even through the now-sweaty formal shirt he wore. And you could feel the coolness of the desk against your skin, and the rising pleasure throughout your body. “Tom, fuck—”

“Remember what I said?” he growled. “Beg.”

You couldn’t resist. “Please, Daddy, let me come! I want to come so bad around your cock, Professor. Fill me up—please—”

He grunted in pleasure at your words, and you ground into his fingers where they worked at your clit as he continued to pound into you. Each thrust sent you higher, hitting your g-spot just perfectly. “That’s my good girl,” Tom cooed gently, such a contrast to the violet strokes of his body. “You’re doing so well for Daddy. See how well you take my cock? That’s right, little one. Keep grinding into me. Such a good whore—”

At that, you moaned, grimacing in pleasure. “Can I come yet, Daddy?”

“Not yet, my darling,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I need you to be louder for me. I need everyone to know that you belong to me. That you’re my little cockslut who’s only taking this class so you can fuck your professor like a filthy whore.”

“Please let me come, sir!” you cried, bucking into him. You let out a loud cry as he nipped at your shoulder, teeth digging into your skin. “Yes, my good girl. Scream for me.”

“Tom!” you shouted. A shudder coursed through you at the possibility of someone hearing you, but in your haze of pleasure, you could barely notice. “Professor, please—”

Finally, he chuckled, and his thumb pressed tightly into your clit. “Come,” he commanded in a low voice, and you did, gasping as you rolled against his touch and felt his cock find release within your walls and he cried out your name.

“ Tom ,” you moaned, eyes rolling backwards. “Oh, Tom… ”

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, caressing your neck with his free hand. “My sweet darling.”

You were both breathing hard, covered in sweat, and an utter mess against the rich wood of Professor Hiddleston’s desk. “I’m—I’m sorry,” you stuttered, coming back to your senses. “I...didn’t realize. This all happened so fast…”

But to your surprise, Tom only chuckled, helping you to stand and wrapping his arms around you. “No, my dear. This isn’t over yet.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” he repeated. “I wouldn’t let you go so easily.”

You swallowed, feeling a pleasant flush spread across your body as you met his gaze. “So…”

Tom smiled. “I will see you on Tuesday, Miss Y/LN.”

As disheveled as you were, and most likely smelling of sex as you left his office, you couldn’t help the giddy feeling that had risen within you. You would see him again, and soon.

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years

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Could I get Knight! Kenpachi and Princess! Reader, otome scenario first meeting please! I hope I read the rules correctly jejdnfnf

YES! Y E S!!!! anon this is SO big brained. Oh my god. Please feel all the freedom to request more prompts for knight!kenpachi.

notes: a first meeting for the game’s surroundings, premise, protagonist, and Kenpachi all wrapped in one. Ah, the divine struggle between duty and lusting after + growing to love one fine motherfucker.

i thought of setting this in a Japanese inspired castle, but I know myself and I would get too caught up in being ‘accurate’. instead i’m gonna stick to what I, a filthy fantasy casual, know.

features: SFW content and some olden day vibes.

Bleach Your Heart: The Otome Ask Game

Knight!Kenpachi + Princess!Reader + First Meeting

You are the only daughter and heir of the castle to survive childhood and beyond. Both your parents live, greeting you with love each day you break fast.

The castle you will one day be Lady of is two grey rectangles of stone connected by one laid on its side in the middle of them, encircled by walls so tall it winds you to climb up them. There is little grandeur in your surroundings beyond the luxury of a full belly and warm room, always. Even the flower gardens are built sturdy rather than pretty.

Life is uncertain in the mountains. But not you. Not within your walls, with your father’s defense strategum to support them. There is even a little town within the castle walls, something no generation before him could hope to maintain and protect successfully.

Your father, who has taught you maths, strategy, and how each part of the castle must be maintained with upmost harmony, has announced it is time.

For marriage. And for more protection.

He is not aging well, hands that once held firm a sword too weak at the wrist to pick up a bowl laden of soup. And those who would battle for his castle are growing more organized—more dangerous.

And He is King before being your father, so you do not fuss even if you feel the weight of his responsibilities crushing you into a curtsy.

Those he will make knights the next morning now sit in the dining hall, eating perhaps their first meal of its kind. There are whole birds on the table, roasted well, and garnished with fresh greens meant to bring crisp freshness to the juicy meat. Thick stew and bowls of berries serve to fill any stomach that the birds do not satisfy. Not grand, but plenty.

You stop at the western entrance, wearied by worries of the future.

There is seldom so much noise as now. The men, all wearing some form of leathers and bits of mail, seem more aflame than the scones that flicker on the walls. You easily spot the newcomers—those who are already knights have been for most your life and are comparably calm.

A man with no hair and colorful makeup springing from the corner of his eyes like wings bangs his tankard on the table one—two—three times after gulping it down in seconds. Yells his victory and calls for another.

The man across from him, hair of oil and feathers truly decorating his eyes, throws a berry at the bald man’s face. It misses.

The bald man turns his head, laughing, to watch the fruit sail past him, and spots you. He waves, calling something you can’t understand, words unfamiliar.

Your hands untangle from behind you and one springs up to return his gesture before you can remember that you are in a doorway, where anyone could be behind you. Perhaps he is being friendly and grateful, you think, for your father choosing him, when so many trained up warriors from your land and the next struggle to find a place with no official war to guide them anymore.

A deep chuckle behind you is all you need to remember your surroundings. You turn, eyesight not filled, but overwhelmed by the height and lean bulk of the man meant to receive the greeting you took for your own.

“Oh,” you say after moments of staring, voice quiet and faraway sounding to your own ears. “Greetings.”

The side of his face where a long scar is carved into skin--above, below, and through his eye--is more lifted into smile than the other. A patch covers his other eye, held by nothing; seemingly nailed into his face by metal studs at the edges of the fabric.

It is not his appearance, punctuated by wild black hair sticking out at the sides like a wolf pelt does at one’s back, but his smile that hushes your manners and leaves you standing there--staring.

The smile is too wide and open. You can not help but remember Martha, who’s smile split her face similarly when hearing that her husband had not returned due to the cold rather than an enemy. Her usually puckered lips had bared her teeth as she laughed harsh, breath white and swirling into the cold air.

He had a smile that spoke of madness.

You heard Martha’s laughter as he acknowledged your words with a nod, asking, “Ya lost or something?”

“Lost,” you say in an echo, eyes drawn to the thin sword at his waist. “N-no. Not at all. I am princess to this castle.”

He laughs, the sound mingling with that which had begun to haunt your ears, as he shrugged. “Guess you’ve never seen a real warrior, then. Thought so, with all the stiffs you’ve got lazin’ around.”

The comment rouses you from where you’d retreated into yourself, drawing your eyes narrow. “I can see you are from across the mountain and perhaps you’ve different ideas of what a true fighter is, but know that all who protect this castle are genuine warriors.”

“Protect? I’m here to fight,” he says, gripping the hilt of his sword and shaking it for emphasis. “That’s what your daddy promised us. Is he a liar?”

“W-no; of course he isn’t,” you lift your chin, responding with gusto. “My father is an honest man and king.”

The man snorts, his head bowing toward the tables of familiar men who had accepted your fistful of flowers and paraded you around on their horses as a child, “They wouldn’t last as a warm up against me.”

“You won’t be fighting them,” you say, eyeing his crossed arms, wanting so much to reach out and smack one of them. “Surely, you must know protection comes before everything? Don’t they teach you that from wherever you come from?”

“Anything I know, I taught myself,” he grunts, smile gone. “And I know a real fighter when I see ‘em. Just like I know I wasn’t hired to sit and wait for a battle to come my way.”

Your father’s words in the throne room pressed you once more and forced a sigh from your chest. “You were hired to escort me to court, then.”

“Yeah, promised a lot of danger along the way, too. Always fun to be had on the edge of a kingdom.” He spoke with utmost confidence, leaning closer than any real knight would dare.

Your father had chosen this man, so you would not ask him to reconsider, but hearing him speak of killing as though it were as much a hobby as needlework or jousting made you bristle.

But you would not let your anger sit on your tongue or coat your words. It would be unwise to lash out against the person who would be a great part responsible for your future safety.

“If you are so great a warrior,” you say slowly, “and the one who will escort me, then it is an honor.”

You dip into a curtsy, listing off your proper title and name before inquiring for his.

“Zaraki Kenpachi--ah fuck, it’s backwards here, ain’t it,” he mumbles, looking to the side, his smile small and human. “Kenpachi Zaraki.”

“Lovely to meet you, Kenpachi Zaraki,” you say, hardly meaning it.

“Nah, you don’t like me at all,” he says as he passes you, large hand giving your back one firm pat. “Do ya, princess?”

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hongism · 4 years

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call me maybe - s. mingi 18+

day 22 of kinktober: guided masturbation - song mingi warnings: video call sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, camboy mingi, client reader, cum eating, daddy kink, dirty talk wc: 1.6k genre: pwp, smut, 18+

“Touch yourself for me.” The command is spoken in a clean and crisp tone, one that compels you to obey without any hesitation. A chill takes over your whole body and surges through your veins. You snake a hand down the bare expanse of your chest.

On any other day, you would feel embarrassed to be so exposed and on display in front of a total stranger. However, the sight of his hard and leaking cock before you makes you gain much more confidence in the show you’re putting on. Somehow you wouldn’t call Song Mingi a total stranger either — he’s a camboy you’ve been watching for several months now, so you’ve had the pleasure of seeing him in intimate and exposed positions like the one the two of you are in now, but this is a whole different level.

As his hand drags over his thick length, you release a small whimper. You want nothing more than to be able to reach through the computer screen and replace his large hard with your significantly smaller one, see the way his cock sits against your palm and makes you look even smaller. His tanned skin glows under the yellow lights of his room, causing the sheen of sweat over his chest to glimmer. Were you able to be there in person, you’re confident that you would ravish his whole body with your tongue and leave his covered in sweet love bites. Almost as though he reads your mind, Mingi hums and reaches up to tweak his nipple. It draws a deep moan from his full and swollen lips. Just as he moans, your own hand finds your sopping folds. The amount of arousal there should be embarrassing, but Mingi merely arches a brow as he looks at the display before him on his own screen.

How did you get so lucky again? Manage to win a one on one video call with your favorite camboy? Is this even real life? Surely it must be a dream because you would never dare to believe that you could have such a stroke of good luck. You must not be paying enough attention to Mingi now; he clears his throat to garner your attention – which you give to him in less than a second, mind you – and he speaks once again in that low, gravelly tone. It sends shockwaves of arousal every time you hear it, but now it feels so much more intimate having him one on one in this manner.

“I said to touch yourself for Daddy, baby girl.”

The whine that escapes you is borderline pathetic. You turn your cheek to avoid Mingi’s heated stare, although your hand doesn’t stop moving between your folds.

“Good girl,” he praises when your fingers slip through the wetness there. “Keep touching yourself just like that for me.”

You wouldn’t dream of disobeying him now, so you build up a steady rhythm, drawing small circles over your clit as Mingi watches on with a hawk-like gaze. He refuses to touch his twitching member for what feels like hours; instead, he settles for surveying your movements while roaming his hands across the skin of his chest. You follow each shift and shuddering muscle, letting your free hand dance up to brush over a nipple. The bud hardens under your touch. It leaves you wanting more, but Mingi lifts his chin and stops your needy touches before they can even begin.

“Not without my permission, baby girl.” He clicks his tongue against his palate. “Bring your fingers to that pretty little cunt. I want you to fuck yourself nice and slow for me.” You do as told and push two fingers into your fluttering hole. The pressure builds between your legs, the sounds of your pleasure coming out in the wet pulses of your hand as you work yourself open before Mingi’s eyes. “Mhm, just like that. Such a pretty baby, opening yourself like that for me. Can you spread your legs a bit wider?”

“Y-Yes, Da-addy,” you stammer and press your legs further. Mingi leans closer to the camera as though by instinct, enraptured by the sight of your fingers fucking in and out of your squelching cunt.

“So, so good. I bet your walls would be so tight around my fat cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, Daddy.”

“More,” Mingi commands. Your lips tremble as you push your hips forward, thrusting your fingers into yourself at a new angle in attempts to reach deeper. It’s almost too difficult for you to handle; your fingers aren’t nearly long enough for this kind of activity, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping Mingi. If anything, it causing his teasing to grow in quantity. “Aw, poor little baby. Your fingers aren’t enough, are they?”

“N-No,” you whimper before sinking your teeth into your lower lip.

“Wish they were my long fingers instead? I bet I could fill up that tight pussy with just one.”

“P-Please,” you beg, and at this point, you aren’t even sure what you’re asking for. Mingi’s hand snakes back down to his dick. He collects a bead of precum on his index finger then brings the large digit to his lips, lapping at the wetness on the tip. Your mouth falls open without you meaning for it to, and you can almost taste his seed on your tongue. Oh, the things you would give to be under him right now. Or on top of him. You don’t care really as long as he can be here with you in person. Sadly, you have to settle for this.

“You’re gonna cum with me, aren’t you?” He speaks it like a question, but the underlying demand is more than present. You nod like a madman, hair bobbing with the motion. Mingi gulps air down like it’s water, and his Adam’s Apple protrudes a bit more as he swallows. His head falls back, hand jerking over his thick length, and possibly the hottest moans you’ve ever heard in your life tumble from his lips. It’s a bit self-centered really, but you can’t help but to feel like you’re the one drawing such noises out of him. It causes you to moan back, wanting Mingi to know that he is having a similar effect on you as well. He seems to appreciate the gesture from what you can tell; his cock twitches weakly in his grip as your noises reach his ears.

“I… Daddy, I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum,” you warn, thumb flicking over your sensitive bud. You twist your fingers deeper inside your cunt and try to pump them in rhythm with Mingi’s hasty jerks on his cock.

“Cum for me then, darling. Fall apart for me, knowing that I’m the one giving you this pleasure right now.”

His words spur you to a mind-blowing orgasm. It’s the best one you’ve ever given yourself, assisted by Mingi’s grunts and sweat-stricken body. He follows close behind you. Bright white ropes of cum spurt from the head of his cock, painting his bare chest and catching on his defined muscles. Without hesitation, Mingi brings his hand up and collects the seed onto his fingers, thrusting those same fingers into his mouth a second later. He laps at his long digits until every drop of cum has disappeared behind his tongue. You can only stare on in surprise with a new curling heat in your gut.

“Your turn,” he murmurs once he pulls his hand back. You offer a hasty nod and tug your own hand to your mouth. If you’re going to eat your own cum like this though, you want to put on an excellent show for Mingi in return for all the shows he puts on for you. Your tongue drags over each finger at a languid pace, spending extra time to swirl the wet muscle through each crevice between your fingers. Mingi watches on with a heavily lidded gaze, eyes so blown out with lust that you can hardly see his irises in the dim light.

“All done,” you say with a certain lilt to your tone, pulling off your last finger and letting the wet pop resound.

“Fuck, that was… you’re hot as hell,” Mingi huffs out through a laugh.

“I guess that’s all then?” You inquire. It’s hard to conceal the disappointment in your tone, but a deal is a deal, and this is all you agreed on before starting. “I’ll see you at your next stream, I suppose.”

“I’ll be on the lookout for your name again, Miss… Y/N.” Mingi’s full lips twist into a playful smile as he leans closer to the camera. That’s the last thing you see too, because the screen goes black a second later, and you’re suddenly left all alone in your room once more. You almost think that’s it, that you’ll never hear from Mingi again and have to go back to the much less exciting activity of merely watching Mingi through his streams. Then your message box on the site dings, and you hastily click on the notification when it pops up.

Message from: fixsong_mingi99

Figured you might need my number for our next visit. Feel free to call whenever.

And there below that short and sweet message lies a phone number, inconspicuous digits showing you exactly what you wanted to hear throughout your whole call with Mingi. That he wanted you too.

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a/n: okay this was new and exciting and i really had a lot of fun writing it omg im surprised

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wagner-fell · 3 years

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“Hey whore. Can I ask you a question?”

“Excuse me?” the shocked voice of Tessa Gray asked. “That is no way to anyone, let alone your mother.”

Kit’s eyes widened in horror. “I, er, um. Haha, wrong number. Bye. Love you.”

“Christopher Jonathan Herondale, don’t you dare hang up on-” He hung up.

Kit placed his phone onto the cold, stone bench, case facing up. He took a quick look at the two photos wedged between the thick plastic of his Otterbox and the hard copper of his literal lifeline.

The first one was of himself, Jem, Tessa and Mina in front of a Christmas tree. It had been taken last year by a begrudging Mari. She grumbled away the entire time about ‘why in the world was she willingly being the angel bitches servant’ but in the end she was the one who had printed it for him in the first place.

Mina was clutching Church for dear life, a euphoric smile spread across her tiny face. It never ceased to amaze Kit how quickly she was growing up.

The second photo was of all the Merry Hoes in Blessica’s basement just a few weeks ago. They all sported their matching jackets. It was slightly off center as Blessica’s brother was blind and therefore had no way of seeing what he shot on the old Polaroid. But it was perfect.

Blessica’s brother is the only person in her family who knows she is a werewolf. Her parents and two sisters just think she sleeps over at Maria’s a lot.

Kit drug his hands down his face and sighed deeply . He was definitely going to pay for that later. He would have been surprised Tessa was still awake at three am if he weren’t too mortified to feel any other emotion.

With another sigh, he picked up the phone and scrolled through his contacts once more. He took extra care to click on the right name.

“Hey whore. Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, daddy,” answered his intended target immediately. Astrid Yang may have been a lesbian, but she was also a kinky bitch.

“What would you do if your ex-crush who you're still sorta kinda not over liked a post with you and your girlfriend.”

The line went dead for several minutes before she responded. “In this hypothetical scenario, who has the bigger mommy milkers?”

Kit scratched his head and held the photo closer to his ear. “Well the first one doesn’t even have tits so..”

“So what was I doing simping over her? I obviously stay with my current girlfriend. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.”

He could have told Astrid about a million things, ranging from asking her if she was really that shallow to reminding her that she has literally almost passed out because a hot girl winked at her (she’s not as picky with her crushes as she thinks she is) but instead he sputtered out, “this isn’t about leaving Mari or not.”

Several things crashed on the other side of the phone. “You're leaving Mari?!”

“No! I just said-“ Kit took a long breath and sighed for the third time. “You know how when I’m bored I keep updating Insta?”

“Yeah, we all know that you’re a massive narcissist, go on.”

“Well I was doing that because I couldn’t sleep and Ty liked one of my posts with Mari. You know, the one where we’re doing that Tik Tok dance.”

“No I don’t know. You guys do like a million Tik Tok dances.” There was a rustling noise on Astrid’s end. It sounded like she was picking up the stuff that clattered to the floor.

“The one where she calls me an ‘uncultured slut’. Which I blame you for.”

“Oh, yeah. I did say that. Haha.” A small grin made its way into Kit’s face, despite the dire situation.

“But when I refreshed it again, it was gone. So now I’m wondering if he deleted it or I imagined it.”

“Hmmm. If Mitski’s ex-girlfriend, with equally big boobies, liked her post with the girl she was seeing now, what would she do?”

“Ast, what does Mitski have anything to do with my struggles?” Kit could practically hear his friend rolling her eyes.

“My parents always used to say,” she cleared her throat and imitated her dad’s gruff voice. “’If in trouble, ask yourself, what would our lord and savior Jesus Christ do?’ But Mitski is my lord and saviour. Besides, Mitski is always relevant in some way.”

“First of all, agreed. Second of all, I told you, Ty isn’t my ex-boyfriend. He’s my ex-crush.”

Astrid was the only one out of the Merry Hoes who knew about Ty. It wasn’t that he was purposely trying to exclude everyone else. Astrid had just happened to be the one who was nearest the day of the anniversary he left Los Angeles.

“Wait, for real? Why not? You’re a total babe!”

“Thanks. But we didn’t really get the chance to go on a date as I may have confused my love for him than ran away to a different country. Lol!”

“Kit, my dude. This is way too juicy, I mean serious, a topic to discuss over the phone. Wanna come over? I have crisps and a Stranger Things binge calling your name.”

Kit was fully aware that he went to her house, they weren’t going to talk more about the insistent. They were going to laugh so hard water would come out of their noses. And see how many candies could fit on their tongues. And Kit appreciated that.

“That would be great. I- hold on. My dad’s calling me. See ya soon.” Kit switched lines. “Hey, I’m really sorry for-”

“Greeting whore,” Jem said in the most monotone voice possible. There was silence for moments before Kit’s parents started laughing.

Kit has never been more confused in his life. Okay, that is a total lie. But this is definitely up there.

“We looked it up on this website called Urban Dictionary,” Tessa reported gleefully. “It’s a compliment now!”

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@the-wckd-powers This fic is like an aftermath to your fic ‘Your Doing Great Out There Without Me, Baby’. I love your writing and it made my cry :) (I know there is a eight hour time difference from LA to England but shhhhh)

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rxnancromwell · 2 years

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And nobody's coming to help Your daddy lives by himself He just wants to know that you're well, oh-oh-oh

Date: March 17th Location: Clandeboye Estate Purpose: Continued Childhood Trauma

The crisps sound of laughter boomed off the salt riddled breeze as children raced off beyond him to chase the fleeting warmth of the afternoon. Ronan watched them for a moment; a lame excuse to delay the inevitable collision of his personal choices and noble duties. The tan soles of his wingtips sullied by the saturated soil beneath his feet. A familiar scent of the sea mixed with the earthy reminder of yet another rainy spell comforted him. After the last couple of months away, he yearned for the comforts of home. The visions of his mother’s piercing blue irises and wild blonde hair blowing in the breeze flashed in his mind. Two outstretched hands held out for him to grab but his sluggish feet could no longer catch the dreamy figure before she disappeared. When she died, the warmth that once woven into the brick and mortar of this place had disappeared. It’s why he’d avoided coming here for long periods of time. He could deal with the memory and his father in small doses.

Ronan nodded at each staff member who scrambled through the foyer to escape the pointed tongue of the older Cromwell. Ellery hadn’t quite adjusted to the retired life of a former duke; instead, he festered in the halls of this place like a soured old man with a chip on his shoulder. No matter what measures and countermeasures Ronan had enacted to protect those who works hard everyday to keep the grounds running with integrity, he couldn’t be there every day. He jotted down the pleas that has been whispered to him in passing between the front gate to his father’s “office”. For all intent and purpose, it was a sorrowful den for a powerless man.

Sucking in a deep breath, he knocked once before entering. I don’t have to knock because this is all mine but I digress. “Stop terrorizing the staff,” his opening left little to no room for tenderness. “With the seasons changing, we’re going to need them to keep this place running smoothly and providing revenue for area. If you’re unhappy, tell Saoirse and she’ll tell me, I’ll fix it.” He wanted to limit the contact that he had with the man who frothed at the mouth for confrontation. The silence eerily hung above them; their bitter exchange over phone didn’t exactly blow over. Ellery stared at Ronan with contempt encouraged by a whiskey fueled breakfast.

“You dare lecture me about disrupting things? You’ve squandered our plans to run back to that tart from the south,” he spat. Ronan’s jaw set taut but he refused to exchange malice with a drunkard. “Look at you, you’ve got nothing to say? Does she control you now like she did before? What a shame. All those years I poured into your education and pulled strings for you throw it away for a whore. Another useless woman like your mother..” the words clattering loudly with the papers of Ronan’s agenda. The noxious poison in the man’s words poured over Ronan’s resolve like molten rock; it scorched whatever amicable feeling notion left.

His fingers tightened around his father’s collar as he wrangled him against the sloppily kept desk. “Don’t ever speak of either of them in my presence in that manner..” He snarled. “You forget your place in this. You hold no power here and never will. I extended kindness to you because you’re my father we’re bond by blood. Unlike you, I won’t leave you to rot in the streets. Everything good that has happened for us has nothing to do with you.” Ronan pushed him back before brushing out the wrinkles of his suit. “..you couldn’t handle the power and its why we’re still entangled in the wrestling ownership of two different countries so you have no right to speak ill of my decisions. I’m making real change for NI and you’re going to watch from the sidelines like the washed up failure that you are. You failed as a husband, a father, and a figure to the people we serve. I will not make the same mistakes and live miserably like you did.”

Turning his back on his father, he moved back towards the door sensing the looming crowd that listened beyond it. “I think it’s time you step down from your position here at the estate. I’ll arrange for somewhere else for you to stay but I don’t want you here,” the finality of his tone echoing off each syllable. Ronan expected the childish outburst as the glass that had been held firmly in his father’s hand clashed into the bookcase beside his head. A tiny sliver of glass skipped across his cheek, the warm ooze blossoming there. Ronan’s thumb passed over it to chase the faint burning with a sigh.

“Clean it up before you go.”

#sp #[ nobody said changing would be this exhausting ; self para ]#tw: death mention #tw: foul lanuage

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evera6234 · 4 years

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Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY:

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely. ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3.

Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged

OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck.

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best.

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me.

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her.

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby.

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air.

“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks.

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind,

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts.

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!”

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag.

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand.

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.”

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements.

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed.

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?”

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

#dcu x mlb #dc x miraculous #daminette #maribat #marinette deserves better #chloe redemption #ozmav #ml salt #adrien salt #alya salt #lila salt #chloe sugar #we love chloe in this house #aunty harley and ivy of ya'll stick around #cross-posted on ao3 #miraculous salt

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ahgaseda · 4 years

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aura | three

driving me crazy, look in my eyes, follow me, come here, dance with me now, I’m gonna make you feel like that...

summary : back again at a camp for kids that can’t behave, you are still brokenhearted over your ill-fated romance with Jaebeom, until your friend Jackson offers to help make your ex jealous in exchange for helping him land the most unattainable girl at camp.

warnings : strong profanity, explicit dialogue, recurring alcohol or recreational drug use, graphic sexual content, brief mentions of illegal activities, potentially triggering elements involving toxic relationships and emotional manipulation, etc.

miniseries chapters : one / two / three / four / five / six / seven

Every step down the path was slowed by dread and anxiety. The auditorium sat on a small hill, looming over the rest of the camp, and the sight made your stomach turn each time you laid eyes on it.

Such an unassuming building and yet it still shot nerves through you.

Entering through the double doors, you were blasted by air conditioning, which was a bit excessive with the crisp morning air. You simpered when you made eye contact with a few of the other campers. It was a small group, as to be expected for these little sessions.

Then, your gaze shifted to the wall where Jaebeom was leaning back and had just looked up at the sound of the door opening.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you groaned, wanting to march right back out. Fate was such a cruel bitch.

Jaebeom cocked his head at your reaction, following you with his eyes, and asked sweetly, “Sleep well?”

“Yes,” you replied, curt, avoiding his stare.

Jaebeom shifted closer and whispered, “Did you think of me last night?”

If only you knew how you had filled his thoughts and dreams. Those kisses in the pool still made his heart race.

Smirking with a chance to torment him, you retorted, “Not even once. My mind is full of Jackson and how good his head looked between my thighs.”

Jaebeom frowned, the blood draining from his face. Hearing about your escapades with Jackson made him insane, like being dragged through pieces of broken glass.

“That bastard,” Jaebeom huffed under his breath.

Your arrogance faded and you turned somber. Part of you realized that you were giving yourself away to spite him. It was like trying to heal a burn by directly applying more fire.

Doctor Ambrose stepped inside, greeting everyone with her signature smile. “Good morning. Are we ready to begin?”

No one was. Not one of these poor souls wanted to discuss their daddy or mommy issues in group form. But it was mandated by the camp and having been attending for many years, you were accustomed to dodging.

You and the others followed Doctor Ambrose into the main auditorium, approaching a ring of folding chairs waiting on the stage. You swallowed the lump in your throat and avoided a look at Jaebeom as you took a seat.

This was the room where it happened - where you surrendered your virtuous flower. Blah, blah, blah, you thought to yourself. Eventually, you were going to have to come to terms with the fact you were less bitter about losing your virginity and more broken at having lost your heart.

The theater was the one place no one bothered to lock after curfew since it was solely used for group sessions and the occasional motivational speech, but if someone did remember to lock up, the door code was common knowledge. Guys went there to blaze up. Girls went to sneak drinks.

Jaebeom had brought you inside. The relationship had grown and was leading to a physical consummation of your feelings for each other. You knew exactly what would happen. After all, you had snuck out of your cabin in the middle of the night to meet a boy beneath the stars.

You let him lay you down on the stage, behind the heavy velvet curtain. Jaebeom at least had the wherewithal to put his jacket down for you to rest on.

You stole a glance of the shadow behind the curtain, not too far from where you sat, and your expression soured. You could still remember the rampant beating of your heart when Jaebeom kissed you with all he had and laid you down beneath him.

The memory raced across your mind in steady bursts. Your eyes burned at how gentle he had been with you, how loving. Jaebeom convinced you that he was madly in love and that there was a future between you and him.

And you were such a fool to believe it. You were over the moon thinking you had finally found love in the most unlikely of places. With someone you trusted. Someone you considered a friend.

Taking a deep breath, you were officially angry.

The time spent with Jackson had taken off the rose-colored glasses. You were able to see your affair with Jaebeom for what it was. And though you were still hopelessly in love with him, you were mad as hell for what he had done to you.

Doctor Ambrose called your name and began, “Let’s start with you. Why don’t you tell us the behavior that warranted your presence back at camp this year?”

You crossed your legs and sang, “Oh, where to begin, Doc? I lied. I cheated. I stole. Short of murder, my rap sheet is long.”

“You’ve been coming here for many years and you know that’s not what these sessions are about,” she chided, giving you a stern look. “Skip the bravado and get straight to the real talk.”

You narrowed your eyes. Ambrose always did hit the nail on the head. That’s why she was one of the few people at this godforsaken place that held everyone’s respect. Which was impressive in its own right since you and your fellow rich, troubled kids had very little respect for anyone.

But if Doctor Ambrose thought you were going to bear your soul to a room full of people that didn’t give a damn about you - Jaebeom included - she was sorely mistaken.

You sighed and continued, “I’m sure it’s common knowledge by now that I had a terrible lapse in judgement last summer and that lapse in judgement had a lot of unforeseen consequences.”

Jaebeom was unmoving in his seat, but his eyes were heavy on you.

Ambrose gave you her undivided attention and spoke softly, “Go on.”

You shrugged, hoping to hide just how miserably the words were coming from your mouth. “I lashed out. I cycled through all of my emotions and when they were too painful, I did something bad. Something that distracted me from how angry or hurt I was. Classic reckless human behavior.”

Her response was blunt, but genuine, “It’s called self-destructive behavior and you were punishing yourself for the pain someone else inflicted on you.”

You studied her, wanting to smack this woman across the face for defining you in a single sentence. “Forget psychiatrist,” you scoffed. “You’re a psychic.”

“I know you,” Ambrose said tenderly. “And you are not defined by your mistakes.”

You rolled your eyes, though you would love to believe that. “We all are, Doctor Ambrose,” you told her morosely. Then, your tone shifted, “Now, please take the spotlight off of me before I do something bad. Like I said, it’s what I’m known for.”

Ambrose exhaled loudly, conflicted, but decided not to push you. Turning to the next participant, she called, “Jaebeom, your turn.”

Jaebeom was still looking at you.

“Why don’t you tell us the activities that landed you back for yet another summer here?”

Jaebeom grumbled, “I’m a dick. The end.”

A few of the other attendees chortled.

“Jaebeom, everyone here knows you’re more complex than that,” Ambrose shot back.

“Am I?”

She cocked her head. “You don’t think so.”

“Ask her,” Jaebeom said, waving his hand in your direction. “Everyone knows what I did.”

You didn’t dare look at him, offering no absolution. You kept your gaze firmly rooted to Doctor Ambrose, who was now glancing between the two of you suspiciously.

Tapping her pen, Ambrose ordered, “After this group session I want to see both of you in my office.”

Your heart sank and you pleaded, “But, Doctor Ambrose…”

“Moving on,” she cut you off.

You folded your arms tightly across your chest in defiance, stiff in your seat. Jaebeom stretched out his legs and braced his arms on his thighs, keeping his head low.

Tuning out the conversations going around the circle of other campers discussing their toxic and sometimes illegal activities, you could only think about how angry you were. How it was billowing and growing inside of you until it threatened to burst.

Though Jaebeom was in the seat beside yours, he felt an entire world away. What had you done to him to deserve this? And for fuck’s sake, why couldn’t you stop loving him? If you fell in love with someone, couldn’t you ultimately fall back out?

Stealing a glance in the corner of your eye, Jaebeom looked up at that same moment and your eyes met. You looked away immediately, bitter and vengeful, but Jaebeom persisted. For someone who prided himself on being set in his ways, he couldn’t stand how you spun him on his edge.

You made him want to risk it all.

When the group session ended, Ambrose twirled the pen between her fingers and said, “I suppose we can forgo my office and just speak here.”

“We have nothing to talk about,” Jaebeom spoke up, venomous.

“I think there’s plenty,” she asserted, studying you intently. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Your eyes glistened when they met hers. You wanted to tell her she was right. That you had punished yourself for a year because you fell for a boy - the wrong boy. It was stupid. It was juvenile. And you resented yourself to hell and back for it.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you finally murmured, voice shaky.

She smiled, comforting. “Try me.”

Jaebeom could see you were about to crack. He could hear the weakness seeping into your words. Running a hand through his hair, he blurted out, “It’s my fault.”

Ambrose questioned levelly, “How so?”

“Be quiet,” you hissed.

“I fucked up,” Jaebeom confessed.

“Language,” she corrected loosely.

Jaebeom frowned. “I seduced her. I convinced her I was in love.”

“And were you?”

“No, I…,” Jaebeom trailed, like he couldn’t bring himself to say it. “I don’t know.”

You glared with nothing short of loathing at the floor.

Ambrose was putting the pieces together and she didn’t hesitate to scold, “What was your purpose, Jaebeom? What were you trying to achieve?”

Jaebeom paused a moment. Then, he finally admitted, “I was trying to get her into bed.”

Ambrose clocked a glance at you and said, “I’m assuming you succeeded.”

Your breaths came faster. Your heart was revving like the engine of Jackson’s blood red Corvette. Any minute you were going to explode.

“I went too far,” Jaebeom mulled, scratching his head. “I had never gone that far before, but I was addicted. I had no idea it would… I didn’t know she would…”

“You’re full of shit,” you snapped.

Doctor Ambrose called your name, giving you the same warning about profanity.

You leveled your scowl at Jaebeom, who had already bowed his head in submission or shame, and sneered, “I will never believe a word you say. You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted someone to hurt as much as you hurt.”

Jaebeom still couldn’t meet your eyes. Pathetic, he thought to himself, but he couldn’t face your wrath. He couldn’t see the pain manifested on your beautiful face.

“Congratulations,” you continued, rising to your feet. “I know how you feel and I almost derailed my life because of you!”

Ambrose held out a hand amicably. “Please, sit.”

“No, I’m out of here,” you barked, gritting your teeth to keep the tears at bay. “And if you plan on physically making me stay in the same room with this asshole a minute longer, my stepfather’s attorneys would love to blow this shit wide open.”

Doctor Ambrose gave you a nod and sat back down.

Your steps echoed through the frigid silence of the auditorium and you nearly knocked the doors off their hinges when you pushed them open to escape outside.

When you had gone, Jaebeom exhaled heavily.

Ambrose looked at him. She could see the guilt weighing down his shoulders and though she didn’t want to take pity on him after what you had just revealed, compassion was a cornerstone of who she was as a person.

“Jaebeom, it goes without saying, but I’m going to say it,” Ambrose whispered for his ears only. “Breaking other people doesn’t fix you.”

Jaebeom stood to full height without another word and skulked away, hiding his teary eyes behind his long black hair.

“The nerve of that bitch! I know that she knows what happened last summer,” you vented, pacing back and forth in front of Jackson as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Everyone on the east coast knows by now. I had to hear about it for the first month of school on a daily basis!”

“I know,” Jackson replied patiently.

You tried to mimic the voices of the nosy, gossiping girls back home, “‘Can you believe she spread her legs for him? Did she really think he loved her? I thought she was smart. Turns out she’s a dumb whore like the rest of us!’”

Jackson grimaced. He remembered that morning, when you told him you slept with Jaebeom. You were so happy, so sure of what you wanted. And he knew it was going to unravel, leaving you holding all the pieces. “No one said that.”

“Everyone said that, Jacks! Admit it,” you yelled.

Of course, they did. Jackson had never threatened so many people in his life. Jackson had a lot of friends, but he only had one best friend. Whenever they spoke of you and Jaebeom, it made his skin crawl. Made his fists clench on instinct.

He was supposed to protect you.

Jackson rose from the bed, grasping your arms and staring you in the face. “Who cares what other people say? I sure as shit don’t!”

You cast your gaze down, shifting from angry to sad. “And he really sat there acting like he didn’t think I would take it so personally,” you whispered, trembling.

Jackson gathered you in his arms, squeezing tight. “He’s an idiot. It is known,” he quipped dryly.

You pulled back and sighed, “Maybe we should just fuck.”

Jackson frowned, but quickly hid his disappointment with a swift, “I’m not in the mood.”

You quirked a brow. “Seriously?”

Jackson released you and teased, “Yeah, I’m not a faucet.”

You let a smirk play at your lips and reached for his belt. “What if I…”

Jackson grabbed your wrists and chided you so sternly you almost faltered, “Listen. You are more than sex. You understand me?”

There were very few occasions Jackson reprimanded you and he always snared your full attention when it happened. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you murmured, “...Okay.”

Jackson simpered. “You don’t need to fuck. You need a hug.”

You chuckled, squeaking in surprise when he pulled you to his chest faster than you thought possible. You smiled, burying your face against his neck as he enveloped you in his embrace.

It was exactly what you needed.

You set your hands to his shoulders, feeling burly muscles underneath. Jackson always radiated heat and energy, and you were content to let him hold you forever. Jackson was warmth and safety.

He was home.

After a moment, you blurted to alleviate the tension, “Can we go get food?”

Jackson exclaimed, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The two of you walked arm in arm to the mess hall. It had been ungodly, the hour you woke to attend your group therapy session, but it meant you were starving for breakfast and the smell that hit your nose when you entered the dining room made you salivate on the spot.

Approaching the line, Jackson said, “Damn it. I forgot to tell you I’m sitting with Yeona today.”

“Oh,” you replied, remembering you didn’t get a chance to talk to him much after you had pounced on him. “I take it everything went well last night.”

“Yeah, we hit it off. I’m laying the groundwork.”

You rolled your eyes. Part of you was rooting in Yeona’s corner, that she stick to her guns and save herself for someone who loved her. The other part felt guilty as hell for being part of the same scheme that destroyed you last summer.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you told him, “I think I want some alone time to myself anyway. I’ll sit in the corner.”

Jackson eyed you worriedly. “Are you sure? I can totally blow her off.”

“Positive,” you insisted, beaming at the gesture. “Go with Yeona. You two would make a really cute couple.”

“Ha. Ha,” said Jackson in mock laughter.

Together you got your food and then parted in the aisleway. Yeona smiled when Jackson joined her by the window and you vaguely wished happiness for them. Jackson wasn’t like Jaebeom.

Maybe Yeona would be good for Jackson. She could help him work through his commitment issues. You had seen firsthand what his parents’ marriage had done to him. It was no surprise he broke off relationships as soon as they started to become serious.

Taking the empty table in the corner, you backed against the wall. Pulling a magazine out of your purse, you placed it next to your tray and opened to a random page, biting into your toasted bagel.

Jaebeom leaned against the adjacent door frame, hands in his pockets. He was sporting his trademarked leather jacket and his hair had strayed into his eyes while watching you.

He was at war with himself over what to say.

First and foremost he wanted to apologize, but Lim Jaebeom had way too much pride for that. Secondly, he considered offering you a better deal than whatever Jackson was giving you, but given your furor at the group session, Jaebeom knew better than to stoke your wrath again.

Jaebeom thought of all those times last summer when he caught himself staring at you. How could someone so beautiful and amazing be interested in the likes of him? You were confident and fearless, a little rough around the edges with a heart of gold. You were everything he aspired to be and you brought out the best in him without even knowing it.

By then, Jaebeom was in too deep. He could feel himself falling for you and he forbade himself from ever putting his heart on the line. And so he cut you loose.

Jaebeom remembered your face when he spoke those words. I never loved you. The joy left your face. The light fled your eyes. With four words, he had broken someone completely and it kept him awake at night.

Sex was a release for him. No more, no less. Jaebeom could fuck a girl and never see her again afterward, and it wouldn’t bother him for a second. After her - the woman that loved and left him - Jaebeom didn’t attach sex with emotion and certainly not intimacy or commitment.

Then, he had you. Suddenly, he wanted to wake up to you in the morning. He wanted to fall asleep in your arms every night. He didn’t fuck you… he made love to you. He felt passion for the first time in a long time. When it was over, he didn’t want to leave like he had always done. And that scared the shit out of him.

Jaebeom realized you had begun to heal him and he panicked.

Even now, Jaebeom wanted you back. He needed another chance. His first instinct was always to run when he felt emotions he didn’t understand, but he could fight back this time. He could change for you, couldn’t he?

When Jaebeom slid into the seat beside you, you weren’t the least bit surprised.

“What are you reading?” he asked nonchalantly, picking up the magazine and fanning the pages.

“Chick magazine,” you deadpanned. “There’s an article in there on Ten Ways to Achieve Female Orgasm. You should read it.”

Another snide jab at his bedroom skills. Jaebeom wrinkled his nose, but rebuffed you, “I only got one round with you. How do you know I couldn’t give you the best loving of your life?”

It was a provocative thought. You felt your heart stutter a little, but your mind was fully in control now, and you shot back, “Because I don’t think you know what love is.”

Jaebeom met your eyes and this time, you didn’t back down. “You know what I meant,” he huffed.

“So, I’m a mind reader now? Good to know,” you retorted, acerbic.

Jaebeom turned to you, leaning in and whispering, “Tonight. After curfew. Sneak out with me.”

You shook your head, mouth full of food. Swallowing, you told him coolly, “I have a regularly scheduled dick appointment with Jackson.”

“Cancel it,” Jaebeom said, appearing unaffected though it made him want to destroy Jackson a thousand times over. “I’ll have some wine. We can go to the lookout. You know, like old times.”

You scowled at him and yet, you wanted nothing more than to go back to those old times. Before you were stupid. Before you fell in love with him.

“Give me one good reason,” you hissed, taking a sip of your orange juice.

Jaebeom shifted, like the words pained him. More from pride than anything else. “I just want to talk to you. I miss you. As a friend.”

You didn’t say anything, but you shuffled your attention between him and Jackson. The latter was making Yeona laugh heartily and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Not from a place of malice, but a protectiveness over your best friend.

Jackson would tell you not to. He would tell Jaebeom to take a fucking hike.

Angling back to Jaebeom, you warned, “If you so much as grab my boob, I will kick you in the balls and leave you there.”

Jaebeom smiled, but quickly fought it. “That’s fair.”

“What time?”

“Eleven.”

You nodded. “Okay, I’ll meet you at the spot.”

Jaebeom rose and you were sad to see him go, but he added, “Nah, I will come to your cabin and get you. I don’t want you walking at night alone.”

You rolled your eyes. “Chivalry isn’t dead after all.”

Jackson stitched his brows, having listened to you recount the exchange to him back at his cabin.

“Of course, chivalry is dead,” your best friend exclaimed incredulously. “He killed it.”

“Jacks, please,” you whined. “He just wants to talk.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jackson countered firmly and he looked a heartbeat away from combusting. “He hates that you’re sleeping with me. It’s jealousy. Plain and simple.”

You propped your hands on your hips, frustrated from arguing with him. “Wasn’t that the plan? To make him come after me again?”

Jackson remembered what had started all of this in the first place and he changed his tune. “Right, yeah, but this is just going the same route as last summer. You see that, right?”

“No, it’s not. I’m wiser now.”

Jackson approached briskly, taking you in his arms and roaming his hands around your waist. “You could just stay here with me,” he coaxed, voice a low growl. “I can eat that pussy like it’s my last meal.”

You snorted a laugh, but slipped out of his arms. “Nice try, but you were right. I’m more than just sex and I need to see where his head is at.”

Jackson sighed in defeat.

“Don’t wait up for me tonight,” you called back to him as you slipped through the door.

Jackson watched you go and stood rooted in place. Fuck, he was conflicted. Every instinct he had told him to stop you, but how could he? What right did he have to you in the first place?

He was just the guy you fucked to get back at another guy.

Jackson exhaled loudly through his nose. He could feel himself slipping, losing his nerve. Even when he sat with Yeona, making her smile and laugh, and noticing she leaned into his touches, his eyes still wandered to you. And when Jaebeom had appeared by your side, Jackson could feel his heart sinking into the bottom of his stomach.

Jackson reminded himself of the deal. He would get Yeona and you would get Jaebeom. That was it. Those were the terms you both agreed on and thus far, everything was going quite smoothly.

But Jackson was thinking of you and now he was thinking of Jaebeom touching you. And it made him want to die.

The day passed by at a glacial pace. By the time night fell, you began the long, arduous process of doing your hair and makeup. When there was a knock at the door, you had to stop yourself from sprinting across the room to answer.

Instead, you made his ass wait.

“Hey,” you greeted, stepping through and shutting the door behind you a moment later.

“Hey,” Jaebeom replied, scanning you over. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, noting the backpack slung over his shoulder. “What you got back there?”

“None of your business,” he teased. “Ready to go?”

You pursed your lips, watching Jaebeom turn and stride away, expecting you to follow. Which, of course, you did.

The lookout was a small patch of open field between the trees. It was the perfect spot for stargazing and late night makeout sessions. You and Jaebeom had spent many hours in this place. As did you and Jackson.

It was a place of clarity and self-reflection. Something about seeing the stars so clearly, away from the noise and smog of the city, made you feel a sense of belonging. That everything would be okay. Sooner or later.

Jaebeom dropped his backpack and began rifling through it. Reading your mind, he called, “Don’t sit yet.”

You were about to complain, but then he stood and fanned out a red flannel blanket, smoothing out the corners over the grass.

“Now, you can sit.”

You almost chuckled, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Plopping down, you overlapped your ankles and watched him take the spot beside you.

“Wow, this is actually romantic,” you smarted, monotonous.

Jaebeom popped open the bottle of wine and took a swig. “I’m full of surprises,” he quipped, handing you the bottle.

A bit perturbed he had neglected to bring separate glasses, you took a sip and countered bitterly, “Not really. I remember all the romantic gestures and sweet words of last summer.”

Jaebeom sighed. So did he.

He had taken something so precious and innocent and filled it with poison. Jaebeom could have walked away at any point. And even worse, when all was said and done, he could have stayed.

There was a lull of silence and you didn’t mind. Jaebeom studied the stars, feigning interest. You turned your head, looking at his profile alight with the glow of the moon.

“Jaebeom, why did you bring me here?”

Jaebeom swallowed and whispered, “I hate myself for what I did to you.”

You frowned. “And what about all the other girls?”

Jaebeom shook his head, remorseful only for you. “They weren’t naive. They weren’t inexperienced,” he explained, somber. “They weren’t my friends. They weren’t you.”

You narrowed your eyes. The anger was pooling in your belly again. And your next question was scathing, “So, what sets me apart is that you hurt me the most?”

“Yes,” Jaebeom said, feeling small. “And you didn’t deserve it.”

You cried, “Why me?”

“You were the holy grail. Every guy wanted you.”

Biting back tears, you whimpered, “You talk about me like I’m not a person.”

Jaebeom realized that and he looked away, mulling over if he could put his feelings into words for once. “Would you believe me if I said that looking back I meant the things I said to you - that I loved every moment we spent together last summer?”

You thought about it for a moment and then you answered, “No. It’s what I’ve wanted you to say and yet. . . I don’t believe you. Everything you said and did was the means to an end.”

Jaebeom didn’t deny it. “I thought so, too. But when I got home, you were all I could think about. I wanted to see you and hold you. I missed having you in my life.”

The tears were flowing freely now and you turned your head away.

Jaebeom came closer, cupping your cheek and wiping the tears with his thumb.

You sobbed, “Why did you do this?”

“Shh, baby,” he whispered under his breath.

“You hate yourself for hurting me. I hate myself for loving you.”

Jaebeom felt like a gaping open wound, one that refused to heal. And yet your pain surpassed his own. He would rather writhe in misery than see you crying in his arms. Knowing that he had driven you this far.

“You were right,” he choked out. “I wanted you to know hurt the way I did. I envied you. You never let anyone get to you. I thought in some twisted way I wouldn’t be alone and I could finally move past what happened to me.”

You could feel yourself falling for it again and you lowered your head.

“I’m sorry,” Jaebeom finally said.

Those words you had wanted for so long and they did nothing for you. They didn’t fix you. They didn’t numb the pain. They didn’t restore what had been taken.

You pushed his arms away and got to your feet, wiping the tears with the back of your hand. Stomping toward the gravel path, Jaebeom was hot on your heels, calling your name.

When he grabbed your arms and spun you back around to face him, you yelled, “Let me go, Jaebeom.”

“Tell me what to do,” he pleaded. “Tell me what you need me to do!”

“Break this fucking spell,” you shouted back at him. “Make me hate you. Because I love you and it’s killing me!”

That was the last thing Jaebeom wanted. He was consumed by you. There were those words again and Jaebeom couldn’t stand it. No one had ever loved him, much less fallen in love with him, and he didn’t know what to do.

So, he gathered you in his arms and melded his lips to yours. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back hard, carding your fingers into his hair.

Jaebeom held your waist and hips snugly, trapping you to him. You pressed yourself to his chest and tugged on his hair, earning a groan. You slipped your tongue past his lips and Jaebeom made a noise at your aggression. He could taste the salt of your tears.

This was stupid, you thought to yourself. You just never learned, did you? But God, kissing him was amazing. You let your hands fall from his head to roam his shoulders, pressing your nails into his shirt. You felt so small in his arms, like you were lost in him.

Jaebeom began to move, steering you with him back toward the blanket, still kissing you like his life depended on it. You weren’t surprised when he lay you down, but Jaebeom was beyond surprised when you wrestled him to his back and straddled his hips.

You wanted to grin at the shocked expression he was sporting, but you only caught a brief glimpse of his widened eyes before smashing your lips back on his.

You just wanted to kiss him and kiss him and kiss him until you were satisfied, satiated. Maybe then you could finally get on with your life. It was senseless logic, but all you knew was he kissed so fucking good. It made you crazy. Just like everything else about him.

For fuck’s sake, you would never understand why you were in love with the one thing determined to destroy you.

“Stop. Stop,” you suddenly told him, panting and breathless.

Jaebeom looked at your hand pressed to his chest, watching you sit up on top of him, and his heart sank. He knew that look. You were about to bolt.

“I can’t do this,” you whispered, more to yourself as you brushed your hair out of your face with your fingers.

Jaebeom stroked his palms up your thighs, clad in the tightest jeans he had ever seen, and coaxed, “Why?”

You blinked, thinking of an answer. There were many, but you were trying to invalidate them on the spot.

Jaebeom sat up, wrapping an arm around your hips and rocking you closer to him. “Tell me,” he mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to your neck.

Your eyes fluttered and you felt resolve melting away each time his lips touched over your racing pulse.

“You’ll leave me again,” you cried shakily.

Jaebeom shook his head, proceeding to suck beneath your ear. “I’m not going anywhere,” he growled.

You ran your hands through his hair, hips arching ever so slightly in search of friction. Your body was heating up, excitement pulsing through your veins. You craved him. Lust was a powerful thing, and now you truly understood.

“I am,” you said firmly, pushing him back with both hands and rising to your feet.

Jaebeom slumped back, disappointed and defeated, and shook his hair out of his eyes. Watching you walk away, he begged, “Please stop sleeping with Jackson.”

You turned to face him, lips parting incredulously.

Seeing your anger, he lowered his tone to something more pliant, but definitely snide. “Give me a chance to make things right before you let him get his claws in you.”

It only confirmed what Jackson had said. Jaebeom’s newfound pursuit of you was solely from a place of jealousy. Your best friend had been right and you were too blind to accept it.

“You really are the worst,” you snapped at him, heading back on your way.

Jaebeom shouted vengefully, “He doesn’t fucking deserve you!”

You kept walking and retorted with disdain, “Story of my life, it seems. I guess I only fuck guys that don’t deserve me.”

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Painkiller - 6

(It feels a little strange posting this right now, with the real Henry just going public with his new girlfriend, that looks exactly like my fictional (!!!) character Kelly. And I swear it's a coincidence that I chose the Daily Mail to reveal the pictures in my story...So if you feel uncomfortable with all this, don't proceed!)

It's time for the next chapter of "Painkiller". I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, so here we go...

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Ella)

Summary: Henry has to explain a lot to many different people, Kelly is taking advantage and Ella is a kinky girl

Warnings: RPF! Angst, mentioning of daddy kink, a little sex talk, nothing serious, but still 18+

Unbeta'ed, as usual...all mistakes are mine, English is not my mother tongue, so consider yourself warned...

Credits: Pics for the moodboard are from pinterest, I don't know Henry Cavill, not a bit, this is all fictional, fantasy and wishful thinking!

Parts 1-5 can be found here: nashi's masterlist

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Like every day Ella entered the store a good��hour before opening time. It still felt strange to start the day without Katie who had decided to stay at home with little Lenny half a year before returning to the world of work. They had hired a help, Mr. Meller, who was the epitome of a middle aged bookworm and it worked perfectly. Ella got along with him very well, he reminded her of her father a lot, and the customers loved him. He wouldn't arrive until a few minutes before nine so Ella had almost an hour to have a coffee and prepare the shop and the cafe for the day. As usual she unpacked the stacks of shrink-wrapped newspapers and started to place them on the counter and the coffee tables in the cafe area. When she took a closer look at the headlines of the Daily Mail her heart skipped a beat before it started to clench. The pain that began to spread in her chest was dreadful and she felt sick all of the sudden. She sat down on one of the barstools at the cafe counter with wobbly legs before she looked at the pictures again.

Henry. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend he showed up with in public. A girlfriend Ella didn't know about. A girlfriend that was apparently beautiful, young, sexy, curvy...not flat as a pancake. Ella swallowed hard and forced herself to read the little article underneath the pictures.

Henry Cavill was spotted with his new girlfriend yesterday by one of our readers, who sent us the pictures of the happy couple he was able to take in Kensington. "They seemed to be very in love." Our source reports. "Kissing and hugging all the time. Cavill couldn't keep his hands off of her and she kept gazing adoringly at him." It seems A-Lister Cavill has found a new love after a few years of being single. The actor, best known for his role as Superman, who is very discreet about his private life, has a long list of ex-girlfriends but -as he said in an interview lately- is still waiting for the one to fulfill his biggest dream: to start a family. Maybe the wait is over now and Superman has found his Supergirl. But who is the mysterious bombshell? Nobody seems to know…

A loud knock on the door interrupted Ella. She flinched when she saw Henry standing outside. Shit. She got up and walked over to the entrance with knees that felt like jelly, her heart racing at double speed. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door.

Get your act together.

"Henry, good morning. What are you doing here?" She was surprised that she managed to sound so normal.

"Hey. Good morning. Can I come in?" His voice was tense and he seemed to be nervous, tugging on his sleeve repeatedly with a sheepish smile.

"Sure." Ella stepped aside to let him enter the room. He glanced around and his eyes found the newspaper, the pics of him and Kelly staring right at his face.

"I'm sorry, Ella." He turned to her with a frown.

"Sorry? For what?"

He pointed at the Daily Mail. "For not telling you about Kelly."

"Kelly, huh? Well, there's no need to be sorry. This is none of my business, Henry." Ella took the newspaper and looked at the pictures with a nonchalant smile she had to force upon her numb face. "She's very pretty…"

"You're my friend. I should have told you. I didn't want you to read it in the papers…"

Ella just shrugged. She didn't know what to say without sounding jealous or disappointed or both. She felt incredibly empty inside.

"It's not even something serious...I mean we're right at the beginning of our...whatever. I didn't tell anyone about it…"

"A secret affair? How exciting." Ella winked at him when in fact she wanted to scream.

"Not really secret but it wasn't supposed to go public."

"Well, you should have taken her to Gianni's. I heard they are very discreet there." Now her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"Ella…"

"Henry, listen...as I said. This is none of my business, okay? But I'm happy if you're happy." Ella clenched her teeth to prevent her eyes from watering. She was sure he could see her jaw work.

"You don't look happy." Henry's voice was almost a whisper now, a whisper that crept into her ear, through her veins and right into her hurting heart. She turned around abruptly and went straight to the coffee machine to clean it. She wasn't able to answer when she had to look at him.

Fumbling with the water container she finally was able to pull herself together.

"I guess I'm just a little disappointed that you haven't told me about her." She said as calmly as possible. "I thought you'd trust me."

"I do trust you, Ella." Henry leaned on the counter looking at her with a frown. "It's just...I didn't really know where this was going and I didn't want to bother you…"

"Bother me?" Ella turned around with something close to a smile. "You can bother me whenever you want with whatever is on your mind, Henry. You know that. That's what friends are for." She almost choked on her own words. Fake it till you make it.

Henry just nodded. "I know. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. You can tell me now. How did you meet her?"

"Well, that's kinda funny. She dialled the wrong number when she tried to contact a friend and so she had me on the phone and we had a pretty funny conversation and then we talked again the next day and texted and then we met and...yeah...well." Henry grinned and he felt like a fool.

"Oh...meet cute." Ella said and her heart clenched again. She couldn't help but think about the night she'd met Henry for the first time and the memory helped her to fake another smile.

Henry shrugged and let out a snort. "Yeah, guess so. A crazy coincidence at least."

"And now you're dating her."

What was he supposed to say? He wasn't dating Kelly. He wasn't in love with Kelly. He just had sex with her. But he didn't want to go down the rabbit hole and get confronted with more and more questions he didn't have an answer to. He simply couldn't talk about this with Ella without revealing his feelings for her. So he decided to choose the allegedly easy way out.

"Yes. I...we...want to take it slow though. We're just getting to know each other better."

"That sounds good, Henry. I hope you find what you're looking for. Can't wait to meet her." The lie tasted like acid, burning on her tongue. When Ella heard the door she was relieved and expected it to be Mr. Meller, but to her surprise it was Jax who stood in the doorway, holding the Daily Mail in his hand.

"Good morning."

"Morning, Jax." Ella and Henry said in unison, staring at him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something." He joined Henry at the counter and threw the newspaper on it with a thud. "Congratulations on your new girlfriend." Jackson smiled at him.

Ella was sure Henry wasn't realizing it but she knew Jackson good enough to know he was pissed. The way his eyebrow twitched gave it away.

"She's not…" Henry sighed and shook his head. "Forget it...thanks I guess."

Ella couldn't stand this anymore. She just wanted this conversation to be over and get rid of Henry. She couldn't look at his ridiculously handsome face right now, didn't dare to look into his eyes and she absolutely wasn't able to be in the same room with him any longer without bursting into tears.

"We were just talking about how much I want to meet Kelly.

"Oh really? Kelly..." Jax raised his eyebrows in an odd mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"What about dinner at my place on saturday, Henry? You, Kelly and I? Jax, can join us…."

"Yes, sure." Henry was much too surprised to make up a spontaneous excuse.

"Great. Jax?"

"Count me in."

"Fantastic. Ok, that's settled then."

She clapped her hands and turned to Henry.

"I'm sorry but I really got a lot of work to do…"

"Yeah, sure. I'm gonna leave you to it." He gave her a nod. "Talk to you later?"

"Sure." Ella gulped, avoiding eye contact.

When Henry had left she let out a deep breath and turned to Jackson who hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Elsie." Ella sobbed into his chest unable to say anything. Jax kissed her head tenderly before he took a step back. "Listen, sweetie. I know you're hurting right now and you just want to hide in your bed with tons of crisps and chocolate but you have a job to do. So keep a stiff upper lip and be strong for the next 9 hours, okay? And tonight you come to my place and we'll have as much junk food and sweets and cherry coke as you want and you can break down and cry and moan and mope. And I'm going to listen and dry your tears. And tell you that I was right, of course."

He winked and Ella let out a grunt that was half sob and half laughter. "Okay." She wiped her eyes to dry the tears and straightened her back. She even managed to smile.

"That's my girl." Jax gave her a thumbs up and when Mr. Meller entered the store Ella was sure she was going to make it through the day.

****

When Henry looked at his mobile on the way back to his car he snorted with frustration. There were countless missed calls and at least a dozen messages. From his manager, his assistant, journalists and his family of course.

Wtf, brother. Is that your way to win Ella's heart?

Charlie had texted and his friend Corey seemed to be confused too.

What's going on? U have a gf? Call me!

He was going to take care of them later. Now he had to call Kelly to give her some instructions.

He got in the car and dialled her number. She answered almost immediately.

"Morning, Babe." She sounded way too enthusiastic. "Have you seen it? We're all over the internet!"

"Yes, I have Kell. And that's nothing to exult over. This is a worst case scenario."

"Why. I don't care if everybody knows about us."

"But I do and there's not really an "us". You know that."

"Yes, I do. Oh come on, don't be so grumpy. It's just two pictures. Just tell the press we're only good friends and they're gonna lose interest."

Henry took a deep breath. "Don't be naive, that's not how it works. This wasn't supposed for the public eye but now it's on the internet and in the papers. The damage is done."

"Is it about Ella? You don't want her to know?"

"I didn't want her to learn about it from the Daily Mail….listen, Kelly, don't talk to anyone about this, okay? Not to your friends and most of all not to the press or some internet freaks or whatever. Can you do this for me?"

"Of course. You know I'm discreet."

"Sure. I do. I just need you to stick to it."

"I promise. My lips are sealed."

"Thanks, Kelly."

"You know what, baby? Maybe this is a sign."

"A sign for what?" Henry had a notion what she was up to.

"Well, maybe we can be more than fuck buddies. Maybe it's time we start dating."

"Kelly…" Henry sighed.

"Yes, yes, yes...Ella. I know. And I'm cool with it. But maybe I can help you to get over her. Just gimme a chance, Henry. Let's date, everyone thinks we are dating anyway."

She had a point, he knew this.

"Yeah. Maybe you're right. But let's talk about this later, okay?"

"Okay."

"Oh and I almost forgot...Ella wants to meet you. She invited us over for dinner at her place on Saturday."

"You already talked to her?"

"Sure. I've just visited her at work. To explain…"

"I see. Well, I'm looking forward to meeting her."

"Yeah...so is she. I gotta go, Kelly. Talk to you later."

"Okay. Bye, babe."

After ending the call Henry closed his eyes and let his head sink back on the head rest with a deep sigh. It was just about 9 o'clock and he was already exhausted and done with the day. It fit in the picture that an angry looking traffic warden knocked on his window to point out to him that his car was parked in a no stopping area. He opened the window with an apologetic grin and took the ticket she handed him over with a sour smile.

*****

Henry spent the rest of the day at home on the phone and online, answering all kinds of questions about him and Kelly to his friends and family, his management and assistants. Of course he wouldn't comment on all of this with an official statement. He never had before and he wouldn't start now. Even if not denying it meant that the whole world considered Kelly to be his girlfriend. Maybe he deserved it for being so careless, for going out with Kelly more often after the dinner at the chippy went so well the other day. For taking her with him when he walked Kal. For going to the bloody supermarket with her. He still didn't know how this was even possible. They had stopped by at this supermarket to buy some food for dinner after a short stroll with Kal. Henry had worn a cap and sunglasses. No one had recognized him, he was 100% sure of that. He knew the way people looked at him when they were aware of who he was. He had taken off the sunglasses inside the shop and hadn't taken them back on when they'd left and when Kelly had taken off his cap to run her hands through his hair and kiss him. It was a short kiss. Only a few seconds because Henry didn't want her to kiss him in public. But it had been long enough for some random passer-by to take a picture and sell it to the press. A few damn seconds that ruined everything. It could have been so easy. A casual fling with Kelly, his friendship with Ella…at least if he'd had the guts to tell Ella about it...but now everything felt so fucking complicated. Now he was somehow dating Kelly and jeopardizing his friendship with Ella.

He was just about to call her when a Zoom call from Corey came in. When his face appeared on Henry's laptop screen, he seemed to be worried.

"Hey." Henry waved at him like an idiot.

"Henry, what the fuck is going on? You and your girlfriend are breaking the internet."

Henry took a deep breath.

"First of all she's not my girlfriend."

"Yeah...I thought so...I mean because of Ella."

Henry knitted his brows and shrugged sighing.

"Yeah…"

"So she's not your girlfriend, but…?"

"But she's a woman I have casual sex with…"

Henry told Corey the whole story from A to Z. How he'd met Kelly, how he'd kept it a secret from Ella and all the other shit that had happened lately.

"And you're absolutely sure that Ella doesn't want more than friendship?" Corey asked sceptically after Henry had updated him.

"Unfortunately I am, man. There have been so many intimate situations...and she never made a move."

"Intimate?"

"Yeah...we have been physically and emotionally very close so often. We even had this...I don't know...sex talk...but nothing's ever happened."

"You talked about having sex?" Corey seemed to be surprised.

"Well not about the two of us having sex together. But she once told me about a special kink. Man, Corey...that was a hard conversation...literally…"

His friend chuckled. "A kinky girl, huh. What kind of kink? Spill it."

Henry sighed with a strange look on his face.

"Okay. Let me tell you the story of horny Henry and how he wanted to be Christian Gray for his sweet elf Ella"

Henry and Ella we're sitting on her couch after dinner. Henry had made a vegetarian chili and they were both completely stuffed. They were just debating about one of the big questions in life -cereals or milk first- when Ella's mobile beeped repeatedly, signaling new WhatsApp messages. She took a look at them and a wide grin spread on her pretty face.

"What?" Henry asked curiously.

"Jax just sent me a link."

"And what's so funny?"

"It's a video called "Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets"."

"Oh that...let's see." He grabbed her phone with a quick motion.

"Hey." Ella protested laughing.

Henry looked at the screen

Look what Hunter sent

😇😎

😏

https://youtu.be/fHS2cqjijIk Henry Cavill reads thirst tweets

"Who's Hunter?" Henry asked and Ella took her phone off his hand.

"Jax's brother."

"He knows about...well...that we're friends?" Henry looked at her with a frown.

"Obviously. Don't worry, he's not even...he's trustworthy." Ella gave him a wink. "So let's take a look at Mr. Cavill reading his fan's dirty fantasies."

"It's really not that spectacular…" Henry rolled his eyes, feeling a little awkward.

Ella shushed him, laughing, before she opened the link and the video started to play.

"Do you get called "daddy" a lot?" A voice asked while an extremely good looking Henry, dressed in a gray suit, his white shirt a little unbuttoned, showing off his chest hair, fished a piece of paper from a plastic container. A snort, a smirk. "On the internet. Sure."

Ella gave him a glance and a lewt smile. They watched the rest of the short clip and Ella laughed a lot, admiring Henry's funny, quick-witted answers.

"This is hilarious." she shook her head, still grinning. "Daddy."

"Oh, come on. Spare me…" Henry gave her an awkward smile. "I really don't get this daddy stuff. I mean...daddy in a sexual context...that's gross, isn't it?"

He locked eyes with Ella searching for approval. "Not really. I used to think the same way, but I learned that it's not about, I don't know… incestuous fantasies or something. I'm not an expert, but you don't imagine being with your father or your daughter. It's a roleplay and it's more about a difference in power between the sex partners. The daddy dom is in charge, dominating the baby girl and she's agreed to obey. The daddy dom is not an abuser. He takes care, is a protector and teacher, and when the little one acts like a brat he's going to discipline her...yeah...something like this." Ella cleared her throat and bit her lip, a little embarrassed now. Of course her cheeks were dark red.

Henry tilted his head with a mischievous grin.

"For not being an expert you know a lot about it."

Ella shrugged, pretending nonchalance.

"Is that your kind of kink?"

"I...well...yes, sometimes. You know, I had some kind of affair after Craig and I broke up and my lover...he showed me a new side of love. Of sex."

"New?"

"Yeah, the rough side, beyond Vanilla. Stuff I hadn't done with Craig. He showed me that it's great to be in control but that it can be even better and very relaxing to let go of control from time to time. To stop thinking and just do what you're told. To let someone take care of you, reward you, praise you and sometimes...well...punish you."

Henry had no idea why, but hearing her talk about this turned him on a lot. His dick twitched at the thought of Ella acting submissive with a dominating partner.

"Are we talking about S/M?" He realized that his voice sounded hoarse and he looked her in the eyes longer and deeper than usual.

"No. Not really. It was more a little 50-shades-of-gray-ish. Nothing extreme, all very playful, but different to what I knew. I learned a lot about me and my sexuality with him. He opened my eyes in more ways than one." Ella held his gaze and Henry felt like his skin was on fire all of the sudden. He felt jealous of the guy...of her Christian Gray...of the things he assumed they'd done together.

"And what happened? Why did the affair come to an end?"

"He had to leave London. Moved to Berlin for his job."

"I'm sorry." Henry moved a little closer to Ella shifting his position, turning his upper body to her. She did the same before answering.

"It's no big deal. As I said, it was just an affair."

"Shortly after the break up."

"Yes."

"So you were ready for a fling back then but not ready to date me?"

This caught her off guard, Henry could tell by the way she flinched slightly.

"I did date you…."

"Yeah. Once. And all I got was a rejection and a peck on the cheek." He smirked, played it cool, but his heart was racing like crazy. They had never talked about this before.

"You mean I owe you a goodnight kiss?"

"Yeah...isn't that what good girls do? Kissing daddy goodnight." Henry felt his heart pounding in his throat.

Ella raised her eyebrows. "If daddy tells them to. Of course."

Their eyes were still locked, breaths going fast, hearts racing and they started to lean in slowly.

And at this point Henry's anecdote ended.

"Hey, wait...what happened next?" Corey wanted to know with a curious look on his face.

"Then you cock-blocked me." Henry laughed.

"What? How's that?"

"I'm just kidding. My mobile rang and the moment was over. You were the caller."

"Shit. Sorry, man."

"Nevermind. I doubt that something would have happened. We had quite a few moments like this and she never kissed me." He shrugged. "It's pointless thinking about it anyway. We're friends. I'm with Kelly now. Full stop."

"You could tell Ella you love her. Maybe she just doesn't dare to make a move after she friendzoned you."

"No, I can't. She doesn't want me. Not the way I want her." And Henry's tone left no doubt that he was done with the topic.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine Prt 4

Office Bae Erik

Warnings: LOTS OF SMUT, spanking, drama

Here it is!!!! finally *sighs* this is centered around the Alaska trip and it will be done in two parts because I feel like there is more to write about for the trip. This is probably my fave chapter next to part two that I’ve written so far. Thank you for keeping up with my stories!

Part one Part two Part three

Regina: Is it true about Eric? Is he really sleeping with Calvin?

You weren’t surprised that Regina and everyone else in that office knew about Eric and Calvin. At this point, it’s been a minute since the breakup so you figured that Calvin would gossip about it all to your other coworkers. Going to work after what happened seemed pretty normal. You avoided Calvin which wasn’t hard considering that you already didn’t like him. You’re a strong woman, never wearing your emotions on your sleeve and you damn sure weren’t about to give Calvin the satisfaction by walking into the office with a box of tissues and red-rimmed eyes.

It was only a matter of time before Calvin opened his dumb ass mouth and blabbed about fucking Eric. He probably couldn’t stand the fact that you are unbothered by his presence. Calvin fed off of attention, it shows through his loud mouth. He really thought that by gossiping this would make you crack? Hell no. The one thing that made you feel protected, secure, and cared about while sitting at that cubicle was Erik Stevens. Office Bae made it worth waking up at 7 AM to come into the office. Still, things went on as if you both weren’t fucking. Erik and you would arrive to work separately to fight suspicion from others. The instant messages still went down, neither of you being able to go a second without sexting.

Erik: I’m sitting here at my desk with this hard dick, what you tryna’ do about that?

Y/N: Honestly any and every thing. I’m trying to get nasty with you.

Erik: baby girl, we still got about four hours left in this day. How about we take a trip to one of the quiet rooms so I can bang that pussy?

Y/N: daddy you just had some pussy this morning. 😏

Erik: all that creaming you were doing on my dick I’m tryna get it like that again. I’m hard as fuck, Y/N, you’re gonna take care of me girl.

Y/N: okay, daddy!

Erik: I want that same excitement too. Your pussy just gets so fucking creamy girl I want that shit again. I want that shit now.

Y/N: I’ll meet you there.

Erik: remember the rules, no panties. I wanna bend that ass over and see nothing but phat wet puss, you hear me?

Y/N: yes daddy! 😘😘😘😘

Erik is something else. A real man. Smart, ambitious, arrogant, charming, a gentleman, a freak, and lets not forget the beast between his legs. You never imagined waking up in Erik’s elegant, tufted upholstery California King with evenly padded symmetry. Rolling over to see him sleeping next to you with his arm draped over your curvy waist made you feel so serene. Eating breakfast with him and taking showers together. Sex three times a day because you both couldn’t keep your hands off of eachother. You were living in paradise. You are very very grateful that Erik allowed you to stay with him. At first, you were doing a little apartment hunting and Erik found out about it. He refused to have you leave his place. As much as you loved the idea of staying with him, you were afraid that if things wouldn’t work out between you and Erik, you would be on your own for good this time around. This fantasy would end.

Staring at that text from Regina has you peeling your eyes away to look towards the ceiling while stretched out in Erik’s bed. You decided not to respond. Leaving Regina on read, you checked the time on her phone. It was 8:30 AM and the both of you have a personal jet to catch to Alaska in about three hours. Both of your bags are already packed with all the essentials needed and Erik’s driver will be there to pick you both up thirty minutes before the jet leaves for Alaska. Currently sleeping next to you with his bicep curled around your curvy waistline is Erik himself; office Bae. You stared at the full pout of his lips, up his broad nose, sweeping over his long curled lashes before landing on his untidy tapered dreads.

You really couldn’t get enough of this man. An addict for him. Just weeks ago you both were flirty and now you are laying in his bed completely naked with him. Staring at him had you longing for him but you didn’t want to wake him up, or did you? Pulling the sheets up gently, you take a peek underneath to see his semi-hard erection resting on his upper thigh. The fatness of his dick just laying there against his thigh all inviting has you lifting from the bed carefully, pulling the sheets up and over your body so that you could have access to him. Laying there under the crisp white sheets made you feel like a video vixen in Tyrese’s signs of love makin’ music video.

You take the time to study his beautiful, black dick. Whatever this man wanted you would damn sure deliver. You grab hold of his dick nice and slow while leaning forward to kiss his shaft. He was so warm and full. All this dick fucked you three times a day. If it wasn’t in your pussy it was damn sure in your mouth. You felt a shiver run throughout your body the more you stared at his dick. This was all yours. There is no way you would give this up. Your hand began to stroke him up and down nice and slow. Wanting better access, you climb between his legs to lay flat on your belly so that you could properly suck his dick. His rotund dick came to life in your hands from the light strokes that you delivered.

You are ready to violate him with your mouth, wake daddy up to a real treat. Salivating, you open up your mouth wide, bringing your lips down and around his wide tip before lowering at a moderate pace, widening your lips the more you go lower and lower. Still unable to fit him completely inside, you stop at about 8 ½ inches of meaty dick. You lay there with his dick sitting in your throat allowing your saliva to dribble out from between your lips and down his shaft. You tighten your throat with tiny contractions staring up at his ripped body from your position. Erik’s legs began to stir, his body shifting while you kept a tight suction of your lips around him. He went still for a second before lifting the covers up slightly to peek down at you. The minute his eyes came into view, those droopy eyes, you started sucking him up.

Erik stares down at you from between the sheets with a panting breath. He doesn’t say a word, clearly shocked out of his sleep from you sucking his dick the way you did. You keep going, your eyes still on him while slurping his lengthy, fat dick into your starving mouth. His eyes seemed to gloss over, his mouth hanging open now. You had him frozen. That dick stretched you a new throat almost but no matter what you kept on going. He deserves this after everything he did for you. He provided a place for you to stay, he cooked for you, he fucked you, he ate your pussy; just spoiled you. It was nothing like getting head in the AM, waking up out of your sleep with your girl engulfing you.

“Ugh,” Erik’s head extended back, you watch his Adam’s Apple bob up and down from his deep breathing. He brought his head back down when he heard you gurgle on his dick. Bottom lip between his teeth Erik threw the covers back, raising up on his elbows so he could watch you go to town on his fat black dick.

Popping your mouth off of him loudly, you smile at him with a spit covered chin, “Morning daddy.”

“Good fucking morning,” He spoke with a sleep ridden voice.

“Sleep well?” You ask him while jerking his dick.

“Y-yes,” He swallows spit, “It was a good sleep.”

“That’s good baby,” You went back to inhaling his dick in one motion. He practically gawked at the way your plump lips looked wrapped around his dick that was sloppy with spit. The bright morning sky illuminated his beautiful black dick and made all the spit on his dick shine.

“Y/N,” Erik calls you with a suppressed voice, “Oh, fuck, girl-

“Please cum in my mouth daddy and let me swallow it,” The minute you said that Erik moaned. Your eyes closed, hand twisting his dick while you worked on slurping on his wide tip. You made love to his dick with that mouth and all Erik could do was sit up on his elbows and watch you with his eyes moving up and down to follow the movement of your head bobbing.

“Putting that work in,” Erik says while trying to stifle a moan, “good girl, daddy wants his dick sucked just like this every single morning.”

“This dick got me dripping like crazy,” You say while jerking his dick, your hand moving up and down over his saliva covered dick making a lot of noise, “I woke up with the urge to suck the cum out of this big dick.”

“Then get this dick, suck my shit and make me bust a nut girl goddamn,” Erik’s hands reaches out to grasp your shoulders, “baby you’re sucking the fuck outta my dick oh my God.”

His sobbing voice has you whimpering.

“Baby...baby...baby…”

His reactions are so sexy. He surrendered himself over to you, letting down his guard and allowing you to exhaust him of his cum. That’s how good you sucked. You would bring your lips all the way up to the tip before sucking there tightly. He shook his head with a crease in his brow.

“That’s it baby,” He spoke quietly through clenched teeth, “waking me up like this...how fucking dare you? Suck it good bitch,” His eyes rolled shut, “Fucking right, yes baby...you can tell you love what you do...Stay focused on your purpose and please your Daddy. No distractions…”

“Like this?” You deepthroat him, breathing carefully through your nose before lifting completely off to show him your wet, pink tongue, “Like that daddy? Suck on it like that? I couldn’t wait to please my daddy like this. I just couldn’t wait anymore, mmm love how thick your dick is daddy.”

*slurp slurp slurp*

No more talking, you needed to focus on his fat dick stabbing the back of your throat.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm,” Erik’s thighs widened, “you look so pretty.”

You smile at his compliment since you didn’t want to stop sucking him.

“This shit comes easy to you doesn’t it? You love putting that pretty mouth to use so much…you knew I needed a real nasty chick in my life, makes me feel even happier that I waited for you.”

You slurp on his dick loudly before dragging your tongue on the underside of his shaft to his balls.

“Oh? Just like that? That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, sucking up big daddy’s dick early in the fucking morning like that.”

“Mm-hm,” You mumbled.

“Sloppy and wet just how I like it, bitch...you sucking me up girl I’m about to nut so much my balls are tight baybeeee.”

That baybeee ruined you.

“Ummmm fuck,” Erik weakly palmed the back of your head while his eyelids fluttered, “pull on my balls baby, pull on my balls and suck daddy’s dick baby, come on, give daddy some more sucking.”

You grab Erik’s wet sack to caress while your lips drag up his thick, long dick to finish your task of draining his fat sack filled with cum down your throat.

“Hold my balls just like that...uh-huh...eating this dick up girl I’m about to fucking nut ummmm fuck, baby, arch your back baby...arch your back.”

Erik loves to see your ass in the air while you suck his dick. Repositioning yourself with his wet dick in your hand twisting and pulling you arch your back. Hovering your face over his dick, you spit on it before bringing your lips around him again. Erik’s eyes traveled up your arched back to your ass, his hands itching to spank you for what you did.

“I needed this, sucking daddy like you mean it…fuck Y/N girl you ain’t playing, this that good dick down your throat kinda morning, huh?” Erik smiles down at you, “ohhhhhhh yeah you working for it...it’s coming, baby, those lips...fuckkk Y/N...suck it...make it throb…make it rock hard.”

Pulling his dick from your mouth you say, “feed me daddy I will always suck your dick.”

“Fuckkkkkk, I love the way you suck my tip, that’s my good little bitch. Swallow this dick. There you go, take it all- Unh fuck baby-

All that delicious cum. All that nut targeted the back of your throat like a bullseye. You graciously drained his balls, sucking and sucking and sucking until he was emptied. You popped your lips off to jerk his dick, your eyes watching his slit to see if anymore cum would spill over for you. Little droplets appeared and you took your tongue to tease his slit. Ain’t no cum hiding from you.

“I know that pussy wet, you suck me for your own pleasure don’t you?” Erik asks with a weak smile on his lips.

“Definitely, I’m super wet right now.”

“Let me see,” Erik says sitting up in the bed fully. You turn around, ass still in the air before arching in front of his face so that he could see just how wet you really are. If waterfalls existed between a woman’s legs you sure were the epitome of that. Your pussy was leaking cream and slimy lubricant. It covered your clit and labia.

“Spread your pussy lips so I can hear how wet she is.”

You follow instructions, spreading your pussy lips with your face smashed into the mattress.

“Damn,” Erik got to his knees, “Keep that puss open I’m about to suck all that mess up.”

This made you pull your pussy lips apart as best as you could while you anxiously waited for him.

“Nah, that ain’t spread enough for me. How do you expect me to put my whole face in it?” Erik slaps your hands away before doing it himself, “See? This is how I want you… you feel that cool air on that clit don’t you?”

“Yeah-

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you moan.

“I’m starving, and I’m eating this ass too,” Erik takes his finger to tease your asshole, “...you know I’m fucking this ass later, right?”

“...uhm,” you nervously laugh, “I never did all of that before-

“It’s cool we’ll go slow, okay?” Erik says while massaging and kissing your ass cheeks, “the way you got this pussy wide open for me…”

You didn’t see it coming but you felt his thick, flattened tongue drag up and down your pussy, swirling around and around to taste you and clean you up.

“Daddy...I wanna watch you eat me I can’t see.”

“Aight, lay on your back,” Erik moved out of the way to allow you some room to lay down, “Come on you wanna watch me spread them legs wider for me so I can eat.”

“Okay,” you bring your legs up, reaching your arms around to hold them back.

“Good job,” Erik slaps your pussy, leaning over from the side, burying his face in your pussy. He used his lips and his tongue at the same time. You could feel your ass clench up each time he sucked on you. Looking over at him, his dick was poked out and pulsating up and down with need.

“Gotta get that ass too,” he says while dragging his tongue down to your ass. You could feel your pussy leaking while he paid close attention to sticking his tongue up your ass, teasing you there. He is such a nasty man and you loved every bit of it.

“Fuck, daddy that shit feels so good,” You praise him, “Erik fuck! I like that.”

“Wait till I put my dick up there you’ll be saying how much you love that,” his mouth was back on your pussy now, spitting on it over and over, “making that pussy glisten look at all that.”

“Suck on my pussy, please?” You knew saying that would have him sucking and sucking until you squirt in his mouth. When you both get to Alaska you hoped the sex will happen just as frequently but there is work to be done. How were you going to survive with Erik being busy? The way he ate your pussy...you wanted him to eat it all damn day.

“Ared girl I got you,” Erik wraps his lips around your clit and your hands come up to hold him there.

“Fuck yes suck all that pussy up!!!” You couldn’t go without screaming, “Daddy you always eat my pussy so good, shit, I’m gonna cum in your mouth daddy, yessss, I’m fucking cumming in your mouth,” you could feel your body shaking the more he sucked, “Oh, yes, mmm, mmm, mmmm,” he drank you up, “Fuck.”

Lifting his mouth away, all of your sticky cum was all over Erik’s lips. Your pussy is too wet, too sticky, too warm and tingly for him to not stick his dick in. It wouldn’t be fair for him to just eat your pussy and not fuck you. You jerk your hips while he stared down at your pussy covered in all that syrupy goodness.

“Daddy?” You call him. He already knew what you wanted so without a word Erik pushed your legs all the way back so your knees touched your ears before lifting up to his knees, dick in hand, slapping your sticky pussy and then mmmmmm he’s slipping inside of you.

“Open me up daddy…” you whisper.

“Goddamn, Y/N. You know we gotta bounce soon and you got me putting all this dick up in you.”

Erik started moving only his hips in and out of your pussy while reaching forward to grab both of your breasts. His eyes watched your face every single time he buried himself deep. Lifting up in a push up position, Erik dropped down in your pussy, stretching you out and coating his dick in all of your sloppy pussy juices. His dick went in and out with ease and it stroked your walls so good that you were already cumming on his dick.

“Got my dick looking a fucking mess, girl,” Erik pressed one hand on your stomach to keep you still while the other rested on the bed beside your head, “Y/N I felt that shit I know that puss ain’t cumming again-

“FUCK!” You shout, a few cries filling the room. Your pussy was dangerously wet and overstimulated. What was this shit? What was it this morning that had you cumming so damn fast?

“Girl...I’m telling you...you lucky we gotta leave cuz if we ain’t have no where to go I would be in yo’ shit all through this fucking place you hear me? ALL UP IN YOUR SHIT.”

His dick pounded deeper, eyes vicious and grunts deep and rumbling. You could see your juices sticking to his fat sack from your angle. He wasn’t playing with you. His head was down, staring at his dick beating your walls up.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

He completely ignored you. All of your cries, all of your whimpering, Erik is too busy using your pussy to make himself cum. You didn’t complain, you wanted to feel all that nut up in you this early.

“Baby my dick is tearing you up,” He whispers in between your skin slapping against his, “Baby girl this dick ain’t playing with you...got me fucked up right now...you know we got somewhere to be and you got me beating this puss up, fucking bitch.”

“Oh-oh, God-

“Damn, gon’ head bitch cum on this dick-

“UMPH!-

“Y/N, girl, this pussy is a mess-

“Daddy cum in my pussy-

“Keep these legs still, bitch, this daddy dick is about to cum.”

“Unh,” you moan sweetly, the swell of his dick making your toes bend, “f-fuck me daddy f-fuck me.”

“I’m about to bust,” Erik’s hips shook before he pushed himself deep inside, holding his dick there. He grabs your neck, pulling your head from the bed before tonguing you down. Heads swiveling, you suck on his tongue while he emptied himself so far inside of your pussy.

“Got me cumming in this puss early in the fucking morning,” His hand tightened around your throat, “Get your ass up, bend over and let me see all my nut in this sloppy pussy...pussy all messy and gushy…”

Lifting from your body, Erik stood up from the bed, his big ass dick still just as hard. You crawl to the end of the bed before turning around, arching your back and spreading your cheeks. Nothing but cum, cream, and sticky wetness. All over your ass, all over your pussy, and all over your inner thighs.

“Nasty hoe,” He slaps your ass hard watching your cheeks bounce, “You’re a hoe for this dick...look at all this goddamn mess you made...look at all my nut spilling out of that puss...Take your hand, smack your pussy, and lick it off.”

Whimpering, you reach behind you, slapping your pussy, amazed by all the noise you made just from doing that. You bring your hand back down to admire it. Gasping, your eyes grow wide staring at the mixture of fluids.

“You taste that pussy, ma?” Erik asks while staring at his equally messy dick.

“Mhm...I taste good, daddy.”

“Yes you do, slut. Get that ass up.”

Standing from the bed you look at Erik, wanting nothing more but to sit on his dick with the way he stared at you.

“Let’s go, we have about an hour to get ready before my driver picks us up.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Get yo’ fine ass in the bathroom I’ll meet you in there.”

You start to walk away, Erik’s hand swiftly reaching out to spank your ass, making the flesh sting.

———————

5 hrs, 1 minute.

That’s how long it would take to get to Alaska from LAX. Erik and yourself are seated on a luxury jet provided by the company; a Gulfstream G650. It has the longest and widest cabin of all private jets on the market. There is a bathroom that comes with plenty of space and a modern look, plush lounge chairs that can recline all the way back when you want to sleep, and fancy interior items. You’ve only traveled coach on a plane so sitting on a fancy jet made you feel like a rich woman.

You all will be staying at the Alyeska Resort; Alaska’s premier year-round destination featuring 300-room Hotel Alyeska. All kinds of winter excursions awaited you. Skiing, kayaking, glacier walk, fine dining at the Seven Glaciers Restaurant, spa treatments, hot tub fun, and lounging in front of a grand fireplace while covered in soft, heavy faux fur blankets. All of this awaited you and it made you feel even more important to Erik since he invited you to be his personal assistant. Connie, Nicole, and Demetria were going to be there with other Environmental Engineers, Environmental Lawyers, Environment protection technicians, Scientists and of course Hydrologists.

Erik was currently on the phone with a Hydrologist named James Thomas who is also a closet friend of Erik’s. As you sip your wine your eyes travel up and down Erik’s attire. It’s around 40 degrees currently in Alaska so Erik is wearing a black crew neck sweater, black jeans, Dr. Martens 1460 Vegan 8-Eye boots, and a Coach black moto jacket with faux fur trimming. His eyes were shielded with a pair of designer aviators, and gold embellishments decorated his neck, wrists, and fingers. You especially loved his braided back locs. With your knotless braids pulled back with a silk brown headband, you were dressed in a black full body leotard, with a Fendi poncho covering your upper body and Fendi moon boots on your feet.

You couldn’t help coordinating with Erik. He is your man after all even though no one else knew about it. Well, Regina knew that you slept with him but she didn’t know that you two kept up with it until now...at least you didn’t think she did. Your mind wandered to her text message about Calvin. He told everyone in the office that he is sleeping with Eric with the “C”. What will Connie, Nicole, and Demetria say? Will they snicker behind your back? Pull you up about it? You honestly didn’t know what to expect. Heaving a sigh you stare out of the window at the clouds. Only an hour left before landing time.

“Just know I’ll be right there next to you, homie. I’ll have my wetsuit on, collecting samples...man, this is going to be a busy vacay. More shit on top of more shit just keeps being thrown at me. Yeah, it’s that white privilege, bruh. Connie ain’t got half as much work as I do...Aye, fuck you, man! haha, ain’t nobody tryna get with Connie, haha...”

Your eyes glance up to stare at him, ears perked up at the mention of Connie’s name. You couldn’t see Erik’s eyes but you had a clear view of his bright white smile and deep dimples. He sits up straight after laughing with a hand clutched to his stomach, licking his lips before playfully lowering the top of his shades to peek at you. You couldn’t help but blush at him before turning your head away, laughing softly.

“I heard you got that new sample reading equipment too...oh word? Twice as many analyzing data? Man, I can’t wait to see it. Listen, we’re landing soon. I'll catch up with you when I get there, Aight? Aight...later.”

Erik hangs up before placing it on his wireless charger. He placed his AirPods back in its pouch, leaning forward to stroke your hand before grabbing his glass tumblr filled with Ciroc and lemonade.

“What’s on your mind, ma? You look more stressed out than me,” Erik takes a sip before licking his lips.

“Do you think Calvin is coming?” You ask with a wary expression.

“I don’t know, baby girl...didn’t ask around about that. As much work that needs to be done back at the company he needs to stay his loud mouth ass there.”

“I hope so,” You toy with one of the tassels on your designer poncho, “Regina texted me this morning, Erik.”

“About what,” Erik lifts his shades, pushing them on top of his head.

“...she told me that Calvin told everyone about Eric and I.”

Erik’s jaw clenched before exhaling with a shake of his head, “When the fuck was this?”

“I took off Friday to go shopping for the trip, he must have told them since I wasn’t there. Perfect opportunity to run his mouth.”

“I was busy in meetings all damn day I didn’t catch anything,” Erik dragged his hand down his face, “Damn...now I really hope that nigga ain’t come.”

“Since my exes dick lives in his ass I’m not surprised if he’s there with him,” You chuckle into your glass of white wine, “nasty motherfucker…”

“Hey, let’s forget all that. Calvin is a fucking fool but he ain’t stupid, Y/N. Bringing Eric isn’t a good idea.”

“I don’t know,” You really weren’t sure about Erik’s words. You could see Calvin bringing Eric to rub it in your face further. Calvin would see this as an opportunity to cause mayhem.

“Y/N,” Erik grabs your hand, “You’re better than them. You got me, remember?”

“Okay,” You tilt your head at Erik, smirking, “So does that mean I can have that dick whenever I want?”

“We’ll be sharing a cabin so what do you think?” Erik leans back, stroking his pouty bottom lip with his thumb while his crisp onyx eyes blinking slowly at you seductively.

“Really?” You sat shocked while your eyes danced between gazing at his thumb on his bottom lip and his beautiful yet dark eyes, “Wouldn’t that be too much of a risk? What if someone needs me for something? What if someone comes to your room?”

“It’s cool, Y/N. If somebody needs to talk business with me we can meet professionally, ain’t nobody stepping foot in my room if ain’t you or me.”

You smile despite your nervousness. It was very risky and with Connie, Nicole, and Demetria being there any one of them could pop up at the wrong time. They could see you leaving the room in a swimsuit or something or wrapped in a silk robe because you did bring lingerie that Erik purchased for you with his black card. All crotchless, all sheer. He even brought handcuffs. It felt like a Valentine’s Day getaway between two lovers.

“You look beautiful, baby,” Erik praised, pulling you from your thoughts, “I fucking need you right now.”

Your thighs pressed together, your eyes dropping to his crotch. You couldn’t see anything from where you sat but you already know that his dick is nice and fat right now.

“I hope you plan on swimming in this pussy all week, Erik,” You say with a boost of one of your perfectly arched brows, “busy or not.”

“I’m getting in yo’ puss regardless, girl, ain’t no need in speaking on that...you look like you need some dick right now. I bet that clit is nice and puffy...pussy looking real fat between your thighs, girl…ain’t no need in mentioning that to daddy...little ass is getting piped down.”

“Fuck,” you moan from your seat, throwing your head back with a whimper.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes drop back down before going wide. Erik has his dick out in front you, swinging it back and forth while pulling his briefs down further to free his balls. Erik strokes his fat sack before squeezing it, making them sit nice and round for you to suck on.

“Come suck this daddy dick.”

You were on your knees in a flash, pulsating heat between your thighs dampening the crotch of your leotard since you weren’t wearing any panties. You squeeze between Erik’s legs and the small table before grabbing his dick up in one hand and his sack in the other, opening your lips wide before engulfing Erik’s dick. Erik smacks your hand away from his balls, starling you for a second before dragging his naked hips to the edge of the recliner seat.

“Turn on your back...good girl...now put your hands on my thighs...uh-huh...now put your head back...that’s a good bitch...I’m about to fuck your throat.”

Erik dropped his heavy dick down into your throat, practically swallowing your babbling with his fat sack resting on your chin all warm and soft. Your fingers clawed his thighs while you blinked your eyes. You could see his perfectly trimmed crotch and smell the fresh body wash on his skin. He smelled just as good as he tastes.

“Shh, we gotta be careful, that attendant will be back soon...fuckk,” Erik used the strength of his thighs and gluteal muscles to fuck your throat while his hands braced the back of the chair. His eyes would look forward, watching the shadow of the attendant move back and forth near the cockpit. Erik tore his eyes away briefly to look down at you taking his fat ass dick down your throat. He bites his bottom lip hard with his eyebrows snapped together repeatedly saying mhm, mhm, mhm, with his hand yanking your hair into his fist, holding you in place so that you could swallow all ten inches of his fat, long dick.

“Damn, ma, you know how to be a good little bitch and hold that mouth open for daddy to fuck it, right? Fucking the shit out of your throat right now, Y/N...this how I’m putting this dick in your mouth for now on, dropping all this dick down your fucking throat, girl...throat is crazy tight.”

Erik lifts up, pulling off his jacket and bringing his sweater to rest under his chin. Getting back into position, eyes watching the door, Erik chewed on his bottom lip with gasping breaths stuck in his throat. He was pounding your throat like it was your pussy, his balls slapping your chin causing spit to stain your neck. Pulling himself all the way out, Erik allows you to breathe before his dick is back inside for more of that tight throat.

“Unh, shit, bitch, I’m about to nut, daddy is nutting in that mouth, baby, ughh-Unh ughhh fuckk,” Erik’s thrusts began to slow down, “Unhhh, shit...you-nasty,” Erik thrusts his dick deeper, pulling it out, “fucking-bitch.” He rubs his dick up and down your lips fast causing them to make a dribbling sound before smacking your cheek with it. This man is a crazy freak. You’re lucky the attendant didn’t come back in to check on you both.

“Get yo pretty ass up and clean your face off, girl,” Erik has you in his arms, tongue down your throat, “We’re about to land.”

“Okay, daddy,” You speak with difficulty since he just pounded your throat out like a beast.

As you walk away towards the restroom you discreetly pull fabric from between your pussy lips. You are soaked. He fed you all of that fat ass dick and didn’t even bother slipping his hand all the way down the front of your leotard to finger fuck you. You close the bathroom door, turning on both sink taps before grabbing a white cloth to clean smeared cum stains from your cheeks. You grab a spare toothbrush to scrub your mouth since you were expecting to be cordial with everyone. No one needed to know that you just sucked dick. Finished, you look over your outfit one final time before leaving the bathroom and rejoining Erik. He was gathering his things, shades back on and his jacket. You take your seat, grabbing your Louis Vuitton Bleecker Box leather bag.

“Mr. Stevens, we are about to land, a car will be waiting for you at landing. Do you need anything else?”

Erik looked over his shoulder at the flight attendant, Mary, “No thanks, Mary, I’m good.”

“You ma’am?”

“I’m good, thank you,” You responded before giving that woman a kind smile.

The jet begins to land, the beautiful snow peaks of Mount Alyeska just below. You gaze out of the window like a small town girl moving to the big Apple would. It felt good getting away from LA for a bit, even if it was only for a week. You remembered laying in bed with Eric with the “C” making plans to travel the world. Looking over at Erik with the “K” who was also staring out of the window, you couldn’t help but to smile, blush, and appreciate him. Just a year ago you remember him walking into the department with a few company chairman, watching them lead Erik to an now empty office that everyone gossiped and wondered just weeks prior who would fill that space. You paid a close eye to the way Erik shook hands with the men, his aristocratic smile twinkling because of his gold slugs. You could actually feel the way your knees buckled and how sore the pad of your thumb was from snapping your company embroidered pencil in half.

“We’re here!” Erik says excitedly with that same, gorgeous smile.

You clap your hands with enthusiasm, “Can’t wait to see the resort, I bet it’s beautiful.”

Grabbing your things, Erik let’s you leave first, the pilot awaiting you at the bottom of the small stairs leading out of the jet to help you down. You grasp his hand, thanking him as you descend. Erik exits, jogging down with ease with the driver entering the plane right after him to retrieve your bags. Erik held the door opened for you, taking your purse so you could slide in easily. Once inside Erik placed your purse in your lap before closing your door, walking around to the other side to join you. As soon as he closed his door his company cell started going off with an incoming call.

“Fucking Connie,” Erik answers, “Yeah, Connie I just landed...it was a good trip, me and Y/N are on our way right now...yeah, Y/N, she’s my assistant...I didn’t think I needed to share that information with you, Connie,” Erik pulls his phone back from his ear, mugging it before placing it back over his ear, “Connie I’ll see you when I get there, Aight?” Erik ended the call with her still yapping.

“She’s bothered,” you say with an amused expression, “She didn’t expect that, did she?”

“Nah, ain’t her business though,” Erik watched the driver walk to the front of the car to enter it. The driver was inside now, closing the door behind him.

“What’s going on, I’m Steven your designated driver for the duration,” Steven reaches back to shake both of your hands, his big baby blues bright.

“I’m Erik,” Erik lets go of his hand.

“Y/N,” you greet him.

“Nice to meet you both, let’s get going huh?”

———————

Hotel Alyeska.

Right outside of the Hotel, everyone was grabbing their things from the drivers who brought them over, greeting each other with hugs or nods of acknowledgement. It was as if everyone were waiting for Erik’s arrival because as soon as the car approached all of their heads turned towards your direction. You share a look with Erik before slipping out of the car.

“It’s Erik!” Nicole says dressed in a pink snow suit with a matching fluffy hat that made her look like a poodle, “Hi Erik!”

Erik says hello back, both of your bags in his hands with one on his shoulder. You met Nicole’s eyes, an envious look on her face before she turned to talk to Connie. A Tall, carob-skinned man with a balled head and a full, groomed beard dressed in NorthFace gear and black Timbs held his hand out to give Erik dabs. Erik pulled him in for a brief hug before hitting his chest playfully.

“Long time no see, man! It’s been almost five months, right?” The man says with a beautiful grin.

“Five months since we were in Flint,” Erik motioned towards you, “This is Y/N, she’s a secretary in my department at AECOM.”

“Hello, my name is Zane, Environmental Technician, nice to meet you,” Zane’s eyes checked you out for a little before focusing back on Erik, “Bringing assistants with you now, huh?” Zane dramatically says assistants with a suggestive wagging of his eyebrows.

“Shut up, man,” Erik pushes him away playfully before walking towards the hotel. You watch the back of his head, wanting to be nosy about what Zane was saying.

Zane tried to discreetly motion towards you with a tilt of his head that caused Erik to sigh with a shake of his head.

“She's single?” Zane says with a mumble so low you had to force your ears to listen, “or is that you?”

“...that’s me.”

“My man,” Zane claps Erik on the back before laughing, “I’ll catch you in a few? We gotta meet up and discuss the trip.

“Damn, I ain’t even get to put my feet up and they wanna jump into work.” Erik kisses his teeth.

“All work and no play, homie,” Zane laughs again, practically doubled over with his hand clutching his stomach. Clearly, he was going to make jokes about you being with Erik as his personal assistant. This man was going to get on your last nerves.

“Where’s James?” Erik asks while looking around.

“The Lead Hydrologist will show up,” Zane threw up the peace sign while walking away, “I’ll catch you later, E, Miss Y/N.”

“Goodbye,” You wave, happy to be rid of him. You follow Erik into the hotel, staying close by but being on the lookout just in case you spot Calvin. So far, no sign of him.

“Hello, welcome to Hotel Alyeska, my name is Debbie, how can I help you this afternoon!”

“Hello, Debbie, I’m Erik. I have a room reserved, I’m one of the AECOM company employees,” Erik pulled out his wallet with his black card. He didn’t like using Apple Pay for some reason. You teased him about that when he took you shopping over the weekend.

“All you have to do is put your watch up to it, you don’t have to pull out your card,” You said with a laugh.

“I don’t trust that shit,” He simply says while handing over his card.

“Name?” Debbie says while chewing her bubble gum.

“Erik Stevens,” Erik leans his elbows on the check-in desk top, “Listen...Is it possible to turn my suites into a Romance Package?”

“Sure,” Debbie says with an enthusiastic nod of her head, “it comes with a bottle of chilled Clicquot Rosé Champagne-

“Make that two,” Erik says with a low voice.

“Okay, you’ve also got gourmet chocolate treats-

“Godivia?”

“Yes, Sir, it also comes with couples massages at the Spa at Alyeska, an evening to dine in with just yourselves, Chef Raphael is the celebrity chef who will prepare that meal.”

“All of that sounds perfect, just add it to the credit card, sweetheart,” Erik hands over his card to Debbie.

“She’s very lucky,” Debbie says while swiping Erik’s card, “There you go, Mr. Stevens, enjoy your stay.”

“Thank you, Debbie,” Erik motions for you to follow him, your eyes looking around you to make sure no one was watching. Erik passed you the room key while walking towards the elevators. You both make it on just in time with a young couple in snow suits. Finally on your level, Erik was right behind you while you led the way to your cabin suite. When you swiped the card, opening that door, you stood frozen as your eyes swept the room. The suite was decorated to look like a luxury cabin built for the modern age. The stunning architectural achievement amazed you. It was warm and cozy yet private and romantic for two star-crossed lovers. The fireplace was just like you pictured, a large wall mounted built in electric fireplace with flames that blazed like wildfires.

“Damn, I’m loving Alyeska already,” Erik says with an appreciative eye for taste.

“Me too,” You take in everything while Erik places both of your bags in the shared bedroom. A knock came to the door, causing you to jump before you walked over to see who it could be. Peeking through the peephole you can see someone from house keeping with a cart. Opening the door, you come face to face with a young, Caucasian girl with curly auburn hair and green eyes.

“I’m Claire, I’m here to set up your romance items.”

“Sorry for the last minute change,” You make room for Claire Erik standing before the fireplace with his phone to his ear. Claire enters the bedroom to set up everything while you stare at Erik.

“Energy Auditors? What for?” Erik has a strained look on his face, “The pollution system works fine I tested them motherfuckers myself...yeah, I know it’s their job,” Erik takes the phone from his ear briefly looking at you while whispering, “Baby, can you grab my iPad and briefcase? We got a meeting to go to,” Erik gives you an air kiss while you walk away, “Are they going to do their job or is this their way of wanting to feel included because they have a certification?” Erik laughs.

With his things in hand, you make your way back to the living room area, Erik hanging up his phone.

“Aight, baby girl, let’s go get this over with so we can come back and relax. I can see now these motherfuckers are gonna annoy me.”

“Don’t worry, daddy,” you stop him with your arms wrapped around his neck, “If you ever have pent up aggression, just use my pussy to let all that anger out,” You drag your tongue along his neck while standing on your tiptoes, “You know I love it when I can’t take it.”

“Pounding that pussy out?” Erik grabs your chin before leaning down to suck your bottom lip into his mouth.

“Harder, daddy, harder,” you spoke softly against his lips with a moan.

Erik grabs your soft, round ass, “I’ll fuck the shit out of that tight pussy. You know it...you know how good I am at it,” Erik slaps your ass with a hard swipe of his hand, “and I know how much you want it...pussy is always open for this dick.”

“Ooh,” You needed to be taken care of, he didn’t play with your pussy on the flight after you slurped up his fat black dick, “Use me, daddy.”

“Baby we gotta make this meeting,” You French kiss his neck causing him to smile, “Chill, ma, I promise to wreck yo’ shit later.”

“Ugh,” you roll your eyes.

“Fix your fucking face,” Erik says before pulling you into him for a final kiss, “Get yo’ ass right with this dick...stop all that crying, girl.”

Your pussy has a heartbeat of its own from how horny you are. How could he leave you a dripping mess? You press your thick thighs together some more so no one can spot the wetness. Erik holds the door opened for you, leading the way towards a conference room in the hotel. Following behind Erik you can smell his strong, woodsy scent and it drove you even more insane that you couldn’t fuck him right now. Erik’s phone started going off again but he simply put it on silent. Finally there, Erik and you walk into the room, it’s already filled and everyone chit-chatted while the CEO of AECOM; Bret Stevenson, a Biracial man that reminded you of W.E.B Du Bois a little standing before them.

“There he is! The genius!” Bret says with a jubilant smile, “Come! have a seat!”

You walk behind Erik, waving at a few people you know before taking a seat next to him. He hands you his tablet while he opens his briefcase to grab a file labeled Alaska Environmental Trip. Bret stood at the head of the table with a few people standing behind him, probably waiting to speak.

“How is everyone?! How was the trip over!”

Everyone around the table shared their stories and a few laughs before Bret spoke up again.

“Sounds good, I’ve been here for a week so far, it’s a lovely place; Alyeska. Jane, remind me to plan a company Christmas trip here within the next year,” Bret says to his assistant who pulled out her planner to jot it down.

“Now, let’s get down to business, Erik would you care to say a few words?”

Erik nods his head faintly before lifting from his seat, fixing the front of his jacket as he made his way to the front next to Bret. Erik scanned the room before pulling out his gold rimmed designer glasses, placing them over his eyes. Behind him, a projection screen comes down, Bret handing Erik a clicker to use before stepping away.

“Uhm, I wasn’t expecting to give a speech or anything but we all know Bret is full of surprises.”

Others chuckled with understanding.

“We all know why we are here. Alaska’s climate change is rapid and testing the waters to ensure that it is within safe range for the organisms that inhabit it. The diverse cultures they sustain are facing increased pressures as global demands for its vast resources rise,” Erik clicked over to a new slide, “Sensitive ecosystems face increasing pressure from the industrialization of oil and gas drilling, mineral extraction and logging. Fortunately, with our help and technology along with Alaskan natives we still have the extraordinary opportunity to protect intact natural landscapes and populations of wildlife not found anywhere else in the United States.”

You pulled up Erik’s notes, opening a new file since he has so many already filled. Your eyes look around the table, the majority of everyone focused on Erik speaking except for the three amigos; Connie, Nicole, and Demetria. Demetria was wearing a turtleneck olive green dress that has her copious breasts sitting high and heavy, snakeskin knee high boots on her feet and her pixie cut reminding you of Toni Braxton. Her grey eyes were unblinking on your face while she tapped her short acrylic French tips. Nicole was staring too, her cinnamon eyes looking you up and down with her dreads pulled back from her slender face and a cream colored sweater with light wash jeans and chestnut Uggs on her feet. Connie’s tacky ass with her overly bleach blonde hair and light brown eyes whispered to Nicole before sticking her pointed nose in the air. No competition there, that floral blouse she wore with her high waisted slacks that made her ass look like a board was laughable.

“Our current focus,” Erik clicked to the final slide, “Arctic, Bristol Bay, oceans, climate and Energy, and the Wild life...any questions?”

“I read over the article from New York Times talking about the fight to improve here. What can we expect you to do differently? So far nothing has improved and quite frankly the natives here are growing anxious,” A local conservation scientist and forester named Marielle says with a concerned look on her face.

“We are the best, Marielle,” Connie speaks up, “while the slackers waste their time finalizing its climate strategy and funding revenues for the production of oil we will set up climate and pollution systems to test out within the next year, see how that changes things.”

“How about Alaska receiving 50 percent of its electricity from renewable sources like solar, wind, hydropower and geothermal? They’re saying by 2025. Cutting greenhouse gas?” Marielle was on a role.

“All of those things are very much in the works but it takes time to provide those necessary resources. Atmospheric carbon dioxide is the most dangerous and prevalent greenhouse gas. Recently, levels have been high and it’s primarily because of humans releasing it into the air by burning fossil fuels. Yes, Marielle, we do want to improve that. I’ve been doing a lot of research into it and I was hoping we could talk closely.” Erik says with a stern voice.

“You’re the lead environmental engineer and protection specialist, aren’t you, Mr. Stevens?” Maricelle says with a hopeful voice.

“Let’s not forget Biomedical Engineer, this man is a genius, he used to intern for me when he was only 19 years old,” Bret squeezes Erik’s shoulder affectionately, “There is nothing to worry about, Marielle, the Environmental Protection Agency wouldn’t be funding our little operation if they didn’t trust us.”

You try to fight the corners of your lips from turning up into a smile with the way Bret, the CEO of AECOM praised Erik like he was the golden boy for the company. This made you want to fuck him even more, ride his dick and tell him how much of an amazing, hardworking, smart man he is and how his big dick is filling your pussy up and making you cum. His success and ambition turned you on so much that your clit pulsated between your thighs. A soft hand touched the middle of your back, grabbing your attention. You turn in your seat, noticing Erik sitting next to you now.

“You okay?” He asked with a smirk.

“I’m good,” you bite your lip before lowering your eyes to stare at your lap. He has you moonstruck.

“You wanna grab some food after this?”

“YES,” you say with desperation.

“We can order in-

“Stevens!” Bret was standing over him, “We are going for lunch, have a talk with the Mayor, we need your brains.”

“...will do,” Erik gives Bret a fake smile. You try to keep your eyes from rolling. It was the first day here and you didn’t even settle down yet. You planned on sucking Erik’s dick again and sitting on his face. Fuck him in the jacuzzi tub and drink some champagne, let him eat chocolate off of your body and get cozy while naked and wrapped in fur blankets beneath the electric fireplace. Erik glances at you for a second, giving you a sad smile.

“Who is this, Stevens?” Bret asks while staring at you intently.

“My name is Y/N,” You reached out your hand to shake Bret’s, “I’m a secretary for the Environmental department.”

“Really? I don’t recognize you,” Bret says with questioning eyes.

“When have you ever been to the department, Bret?” Erik jokes.

“You’re right, how long have you been working with us, Miss Y/N?”

“Two years, before Mr. Stevens showed up to our department.”

“If he needs you on this trip you must be special, Miss Y/N, Erik, keep an eye on this one, she could have a promotion.”

Your eyes lit up almost comically at Bret’s words. A promotion?! More money?! all of that sounded perfect. Bret is the CEO of AECOM, this will guarantee you job security.

“Coming, Stevens? Bring your secretary, she may want a drink herself.”

You smiled despite your disappointment.

——————

You sat at the edge of the hotel bar, sipping an Alaska cocktail. 2 ¼ ounces of Hayman’s gin, ¾ ounce yellow Chartreuse, 1 dash orange bitters, with a lemon twist for garnish. On a napkin, the waiter gave you a few lemon squares, saying that the sweet treat was perfect with the cocktail. Erik was at the other end of the bar talking it up with Bret and the rest of the big names of the company while Connie, Nicole, and Demetria lingered around laughing at whatever Erik said, finding any reason to touch his shoulder or his back. One of the other secretaries named Carter came to assist John Sua, a Somoan Environmental Engineer. He was sitting next to you scrolling through memes on Instagram, laughing loudly in your ear.

“Have you seen this?!” He shows you a meme about the Area 51 raid, “The internet never fails.”

You glanced at it and couldn’t help to laugh, “I remember that one, people are fools,” you say with a shake of your head before motioning for the waitress to give you a refill.

“Is it true, Y/N? About Calvin and your ex?”

“What?” you were taken aback by his question since it was out of the blue and definitely none of his damn business.

“Calvin was talking about it on Friday when you weren’t around. I just wanted to know if it was true.”

“How about minding you’re fucking business, Carter?” You get loud on him with fierce eyes.

“Woah, my bad, I’m not the one spreading rumors about you, Y/N,” Carter puts his hands up defensively.

“Just don’t speak on shit that doesn’t involve you,” You get up from the bar, clearly pissed off and tempted to throw your new drink on Carter’s face. You stomp away and decide to fool around with a jukebox. You opened your purse, digging inside to find a quarter, putting it in and letting it play. Elvis started playing and with a disgusted look you take a seat in front of the fireplace, swinging a single foot to try and calm yourself.

“Toasty.”

You look up to find Connie, Nicole, and Demetria looking down on you.

“Was,” You spoke condescendingly before looking away from them.

“When did Erik ask you to be his assistant?” Demetria asks.

“About a month ago...no wait, long before then, I just finally agreed to it,” You smile with an elevated brow, “Why? Is there an issue?”

“Just curious...Nicole could have been his assistant but he chooses you?” Connie says with a roll of her eyes.

“Yeah, he chose me. Y’all so damn bothered, it’s hilarious,” You laugh into your drink.

Demetria and Nicole share a twin look of annoyance. Connie simply glares at you, pointed nose making her look like a wicked witch

“I’m not here for this, Connie, I’m here to work with Erik. Shouldn’t you be over there talking it up about how you're going to improve things? The same for you, Demetria.”

“Everything good over here?”

Erik’s deep, domineering voice made all four of you go silent. He approached with his drink in hand with a tilt of his head and squinted eyes.

“Just having a little chit chat with Y/N,” Connie says with a fake chipper voice.

“You’re okay, Y/N?” Erik asks, his eyes unblinking on you. He could see right through you. He knew you were bothered by them.

“I’m fine, Erik, you say with an exasperated tone, “I’m going to go back to my room and sleep,” You get up from the sofa, smoothing out your poncho, “Thanks for asking, you can go back.”

Without another word you walk away, ignoring Erik and everyone else. You knew you were being a brat but the supposed lunch turned into an almost three hour thing and you were restless and in need of a bath. If you’re asleep by the time Erik returns, oh well, he would just have to wait until you wake up. You make it back to the room, keying inside quickly to avoid any lurkers. Closing the door you let out a sigh of relief before kicking off your Fendi moon boots and socks, walking through the living room and towards the bed room. On your way there you could feel your phone ringing. Groaning, you pull your cell from your bag, placing it on speaker before removing your clothes.

“Why did you leave?” Erik’s surroundings were silent. He must have stepped away from everyone.

“I’m just tired, Erik. I didn’t expect to be sitting at that bar for almost three hours after lunch,” You fold your poncho before pulling the straps to your bra and leotard down.

“Is that all? Cuz your attitude is on 100 right now.”

“I’m horny, you didn’t return the favor after I sucked your dick on the jet. I should be sitting on your lips right now but I’ll be alone for however long I guess, it’s dark now.”

“Haha,” Erik chuckles, “Y/N...are you going to act out all week? You knew this trip was going to be busy. I’m still gonna take care of you, girl, calm that shit down.”

“I need it now, not later,” fully naked you open your suitcase to grab your bag filled with hygienic products, “I’m gonna take a bath and then I’m gonna hop in bed and eat up all this Godiva chocolate to myself with a glass of champagne.”

“You better not eat up all that chocolate! Y/N, I’m not playing with you-

“AIN'T much to do when you’re downstairs, huh?”

Erik went silent while you walked to the bathroom to set up for your bath.

“I should be getting fucked right now!” You yell out of the bathroom since he wanted to remain silent.

“...keep talking that shit, ma. When I get up there I’m gon’ fuck it out of you...slam this hard dick in your pussy and put that ass to bed with all my nut dripping from that pussy...you gon’ learn, girl, daddy is gon’ pump that puss full, you hear me?”

You grab the edge of the sink while twisting your thighs, your pussy walls literally shaking with need. You wanted that powerful body on top of you fucking you into the mattress, slamming that fat ass dick inside your pussy with all his weight while you scream harder, harder, as hard as you can daddy, fuck me daddy in his ear breathlessly.

“Who owns that pussy?” His voice sounded more vicious.

“You do, daddy,” you walk back to the bedroom to hear him closely.

“You said you wanted hard and deep THAT”S EXACTLY what the fuck you gon’ get, hard and deep, give yo’ bratty ass what you need.”

“Less talking, more action, don’t you think?” You challenge, anxiously waiting for his response while nervously chewing on your acrylic nails. As much as you wanted to be defiant you were still fidgety. He could be outside of the suite right now pacing, waiting for the perfect moment to walk in and handle you properly.

“When are you coming up, daddy?” You ask with a fussy tone.

“You’ll know when you see me, now go take a bath, ma.”

His words ruffled your feathers for sure.

“...okay, daddy-

“You better cut that shit out now, it’s too late for all of that..give you what your needy pussy deserves...pound you until you pass the fuck out on this dick.”

“Umph, yes-

“Get off this fucking phone and take a bath. That pussy better be ready for me to be deep in your guts.”

“It will be, I promise.”

——————

The jacuzzi tub in the bathroom reminded you of something Cleopatra must have bathed in. The Drop-In bathtub created a dream bathroom for you. You filled it to the brim with your lavender bubble bath and in an ice bucket beside the tub the champagne that came with the romance package sat half empty. You dangle one foot over the tub while sipping from your champagne flute, staring at the water taps with low, sleepy eyes. It has been an hour since Erik talked to you on the phone. You’re convinced now that he was being the most extra guy that he is, making you wait and struggle. Even through the bubbles and warm water you could feel your slippery arousal coat your walls beneath the surface.

As your eyelids wither you feel fingertips dance along your naked calf before sliding up your thigh, stomach, left breast and then snuggly around your slender neck. Eyes blinking, you focus on the tall, intimidating, sexy frame standing before you with the sleeves to his crew neck rolled up and a destructive look in his eyes. He uses his free hand to grab the champagne flute from your hand forcefully before it tipped over and spilled inside of the bath. He drinks the rest before placing the glass on the side of the jacuzzi tub. Breathing, breasts heaving, his gritty eyes didn’t match your fearful ones.

“So...you’re finally back? You say with a faint voice.

“What was all that shit about me ignoring how that pussy felt all day? Hmm? On top of your bratty ass I have a ton of shit on my plate that I have to work on for only a fucking week, Y/N. You think I wanted this shit? I wanted a bubble bath sipping on some bubbly too.”

“You can still have that, daddy,” you glide your hands through the water as best as you could since Erik’s hand was around your neck, “See?” You take one of your hands, snaking it up his exposed forearm, “It’s nice and warm…”

“Nice try baby,” Erik slips his arm away from your grasp, “I know this little thing we got going on is new and everything but...I think it’s time I teach you a lesson for acting out the way you did...what was all that about taking my anger out on your pussy? I have a lot of pinned up aggression from these narrow-minded people I have to work with all week long and then you turn around and act up?”

You pout your lips at him, your eyes looking off to the side.

“Baby...daddy needs you, okay? Daddy needs that pussy...I gotta beat all that talk out of that pussy...remind you who you belong to now.”

“...okay.”

You weren’t about to relent. He came back to fuck you and spend the rest of the night with you. You’ve had rough sex with Erik plenty of times but the sweat on his skin from the toasty bathroom mixed with his heavy, erratic breathing and eyes that are steadfast like a predator has you believing that this time around it would have you bed-ridden and skipping out on tomorrow’s activities.

“I need to be beating up some cheeks right now let’s go, get yo’ ass up,” Erik says while releasing your neck, “Hell yes...look at all that booty...ima pound that big ass so good...get out the tub…”

Erik didn’t even bother draining it when your slippery body stepped out of the jacuzzi. You stand before him, watering pooling at your feet, waiting for your next command.

“You see that chair right there,” Erik pointed to an Alpena upholstered dining chair in black velvet, “I want you to straddle that chair with this big ass hanging over the edge, okay?”

You gulp, “still wet?”

Erik grins, “I like seeing this beautiful mocha skin soaking wet, so yeah, get in the chair, girl.”

Carefully stepping around him you walk back into the bedroom, standing before the chair. Looking back at him you spread your thighs, bringing them around the chair before sitting down slowly, your arms draped over the back of the chair. The texture of the velvet against your exposed, soaking wet pussy has you quivering with need. Erik walks out of the bathroom, giving you a look that a man would when he sees his melanin goddess naked in bed. The look in his eyes was that of a man who thought about you while he was at work, dick ready and unable to help himself. Your pussy throbbed just thinking about it.

“Bend over for daddy on that chair…” he says.

“Are you going to spank me?” You ask with half-lidded eyes.

“Properly, baby, with this nice, fat, juicy ass on you I got to,” Erik’s hand comes down to juggle one of your ass cheeks as if testing the weight of it, “so damn sexy baby with all this juicy ass and pussy,” Erik teases you by sliding his fingers over your fat pussy lips before going to town on your twin globes with such harshness that your skin prickled.

“Shit,” you say with a struggle and uneven breath. Erik continues to ruin you with his bare hands, both ass cheeks getting the same amount of attention. With each stroke you could still feel his hands on your stinging flesh. The fact that your skin is still wet made it hurt just as good.

“Lift that ass up, baby.”

You grab the chair, squatting before lifting your ass up from the velvet cushion. Pussy creamy, clit throbbing, nipples solid, and pressed against the chair you are aching for daddy’s dick.

“Spread your legs as wide as they can go, girl...Nah, do it slow...good girl…”

“Erik!” You couldn’t help but to say his name with how hard he slapped your pussy from the back. With your thighs shaking you could feel your pussy leaking to the chair. His hand spanking your fat pussy was enough because you needed attention badly. Even if he tickled your pussy lips that would make you cum.

“Open that pussy baby, take your fingers and spread that pussy so daddy can see how messy you are,” Erik got down onto his knees behind you. You press your chest into the chair before taking both hands, reaching it beneath your body to spread your pussy open for Erik to see. Your pussy lips slowly open up, your wetness so sticky that it clings to your inner thighs making your pussy lips snap back like elastic. Your clit reveals itself poking out all puffy.

“Mmm, baby, that pussy is so pretty and pink inside keep those legs open while I lick it there.”

Your heart skips a beat when Erik’s hands come down strong on your ass, fingertips digging deep into your flesh painfully to keep your cheeks spread so he could bury his face in your pussy. He started slurping your pussy up, your body shaking so much that you almost fall forward out of the chair. Erik slaps your ass again with a deep grunt, nonverbally warning you to keep your ass still while he sucked up your pussy from the back. You’re helpless, weak, a moaning mess while he feasted from you.

“Come on, girl, grind that puss into my mouth,” He gives you another disciplinary slap to the ass, “You want me to make this pussy cum I suggest you soak my fucking beard I’m not playing with you, Y/N...that’s it, bitch.”

Erik’s thick, long tongue rolled out and he started rubbing it around your protruding clit in circles before sliding his wiggling tongue deep into your pussy opening as you bounced up and down while he tongue fucked you. You tried to look back at him so you could watch yourself make a mess on his tongue but he would apply force to your back to make you turn around. He was doing this on purpose. Erik knows how much you love to watch him eat your pussy.

“Ooh, fuck, daddy,” you whimper like a needy child, while Erik gives you slap after slap to your ass, “that shit feels so fucking right I needed this so fucking bad oh my God your tongue is so thick and wet oh my god it’s so damn good all over my pussy.”

Erik spits on your pussy, leaning back to admire it glisten, “That clit is looking real fat, Cum all over my lips and tongue...swallow every fucking drop of that shit...got this clit jumping on my fucking tongue, girl,” he was back at it, torturing you with stopping in between, “Mhm, you know what to do baby cum on my fucking tongue right now.”

“Unh! Unh! Ah-oooooooo,” Your entire body shook like you were having a seizure, maybe you were because that nut was tremendous. It felt like the type of orgasm you would usually have if you edged yourself all day. Erik was still going at it, making up for the day, sucking on your clit with his soft lips.

“Can I cum? Please, please it’s there,” You say barely above a whisper.

Erik lifts his face away to admire your overstimulated pussy before burying his face back inside, using the same pressure to treat that clit like it deserved to be treated with every lick, suck, and kiss.

“Make that pussy cum...make that fucking pussy cum, daddy, shit, Unh shit I’m cumming, this pussy is cumming!!!”

Soon after your creamy mess spilled over Erik’s tongue and he gulped it into his mouth so he could coat his tongue with your cum and make you taste how sweet and delicious you are. Your head hung over the back of the couch, legs so weak and spasmodic. Erik stands, walking around to face you. He pulls you by your knotless braids, making you stare at him. Without a word Erik sticks his tongue down your throat, applying pressure to the back of your head so he could properly wiggle and slither his tongue with yours. Your cum was heavenly in your mouth, better than that Godiva chocolate that awaited you both.

Erik started whispering sweet, nasty things to you, “That pussy is good, right? You came so much in my mouth, girl, daddy is so sorry I didn’t eat that fat pussy for you earlier...clit pointed out...all that pretty pink...I’m ready to tear that pussy up, baby...you ready to let daddy use that pussy?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg.

“Look at you...all excited,” Erik gives you a sloppy kiss, “Get up girl, and arch your back.”

Your thigh muscles cramped up as soon as you stood on two feet to walk to the bed. The king sized bed awaited you; not for sleep but for a good, hard, pounding. On the bed now you arch your back, your body bending over deeply, an acceptance of your submission to Erik. Your pussy is always open for daddy but right now you honestly didn’t know what to expect. It’s like those scary movies where you see one person walking into a haunted house, unsure if something is right around the corner to get them. His movements are so sly and quiet like a jungle cat against the carpet but you could feel his heated body approach you. When his naked torso touched your ass you shuddered. Daddy is completely naked. Staring forward you can see that the bathroom light was off and now you both are in a darkened room with only a tiny side lamp for light.

“I wanna do this so bad right now. Just drilling your pussy over and over. Make you cum as many times as you can till you beg me to stop, how does that sound, babygirl?”

“Pound me, daddy,” You say with closed eyes, looking forward to his dick sliding past your opening to fill you up. After a long day of dealing with work stress and you talking your shit he has to fuck it out of you. Erik’s wide tip rested at your opening before spreading you open to accommodate his equally fat shaft. Each and every time his dick enters your pussy you are reminded of just how full he makes you feel.

“UGH,” Erik growls, before bringing his dick all the way out to the tip, slamming back in, your eyes popping open. He did it again and you inhale deeply before Erik pumps you full again with his big ass dick. Your mouth formed an O with eyes wide with surprise.

“Godddddd daddy pound me take all of me,” you blink your wide eyes, air trapped in your lungs, “oh my god pleaseeeeeeeeee,” you could feel your eyes brimming with tears, “oooooh, fuck me as hard as you can, daddy!”

Erik’s thrusts became animalistic in your sore pussy. This made you feel like a little hoe with how hard Erik’s full weight slammed into you, dropping all that big dick inside of you. You could barely take your mind off his head bruising your walls long enough to speak.

“Who owns this,” Erik growled behind you.

“You, you, you.” This was grudge fucking.

After a long hard day at work, daddy just needs to pound you into the bed for a little while. Just hold on and take it…

He said that to you but you were so wrapped up in moaning over and over so loud that his words sounded small.

“You handling these strokes, girl, arch that fucking back baby, mmm,” Erik pressed his hand in the middle of your back to keep you down, “you like when I fuck you hard don’t you, baby girl?”

“YES!”

“Fuck, Y/N, I love fucking you, don’t fucking forget who you belong to understand? Mmm that’s it baby, cum on this dick-

“FUCK!” You scream

“Cum on this dick, YEAH BABY, just-like-that.”

Erik brutally pounded his fat, rock hard dick deep into your dripping pussy like he couldn’t stop until you're an aching, cum-filled, and swollen wreck. You couldn’t get enough of Erik fucking you with all of his force, lust, and aggression behind it. Tomorrow you will still feel that Erik was inside you, claiming you, and marking you.

“Oh, yes, mmmm, fuck,” Erik was swimming in your pussy at this point. The more he beats your pussy up from the back the more you cream and squirt all over his dick. His dick is so solid in your pussy, like a sword stabbing you in the guts with the amount of pressure you felt in your belly.

“Daddy, my belly, fuckkkkkk,” You try and sit up, but Erik has your hips in a firm grip. His stroke didn’t let up not once.

“I’m in your stomach, baby girl? Daddy in them guts?” He taunts you with a teasing voice before slapping your ass to get a response.

“Yes! So much dick...so much dick…” you bury your face into the sheets.

“This is how you like it...look at this messy fucking pussy wrapped around my dick...I like how you look right now baby, fuck girl I’m gonna fucking cum in this pussy...I’m not pulling out little slut you’re gonna remember me in this pussy-

“Yes, daddy take all your frustrations out on my tight pussy, OOOOO SHIT BABY!”

“Only this dick get you creamy like this...remember that baby...only this dick...yes...oh my God, Y/N- FUCK GIRL GODDAMN.”

Your pussy was being filled to the brim with Erik’s cum and a lot of it too. You could feel it drip down your stomach from your arched position. It turned you on so much that you were squirting on his dick again.

“Let me watch it leak out baby,” Erik left your pussy vacant so that he could watch his cum mixed with your cum drip to the bed making a big wet stain.

“Damn, baby, my nut is deep in this pussy...this shit is beautiful,” Erik was staring at your pussy like a canvas. You were too weak to get up from the bed so you simply rested there in your juices.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to carry you to the tub so we can finish that bath,” Erik looks over his shoulder into the now dark bathroom, before leaning over your body to whisper in your ear, “Bubbles are gone but we don’t need that…”

Yeah you didn’t need it, the water was going to be all over the floor anyway.

_____________

Erik’s alarm went off around 7:30 AM. He groaned, flipping over onto his stomach, scratching his wild tapered locs. The stargaze sound for his alarm finally ended after he fumbled to grab his phone from one of the end tables in the hotel bedroom. You were still very much asleep, probably the best sleep you’ve ever had in awhile. Let’s just say last night's shenanigans didn’t end until around 2:00 AM. Erik and you got into the jacuzzi tub after running a fresh bath with more bubbles. For a bit you both talked about what needed to be done the next day but then Erik started twirling your nipples with his fingers, staring at you silently.

You knew what he wanted with the way his fat dick sat hard between your ass cheeks. Without even thinking twice about getting your pussy busted open again you turned around, water sloshing over the edge of the tub before straddling Erik’s lap. The people sleeping next to your suite were probably tossing and turning with all the noise you both were making. Daddy was serving the kind of dick that didn’t want to be out of your pussy for a millisecond.

“Damn, look at you with this fat ass fucking me back..fuck me back good, baby? Get daddy back for fucking you good?”

You love the way he talks to you. Erik always knows what to say. Like he said, your pussy is always open for him. Not only is he a great lover he’s so caring. Not once did Eric with the “C” care about your future plans enough to want to be involved in them. He gave you false hope and Erik came to the rescue saying sweet, loving things that you deserved. The intimacy of being understood. Erik wanted to be everything that you needed. Like Saint Teresa of Avila once said:

As a woman and a lover, however I am moved by the sight of my beloved. Where he is, I want to be. What he suffers I want to share. Who he is, I want to be: crucified for love…

“Hey, my special assistant. It’s time to get your beautiful ass up..”

You frown, covering your entire body with the sheets. Erik chuckles before getting out of bed. You could hear the curtains being drawn back from the windows and now the view beneath the sheets was much brighter.

“Let’s go, ma. I know, I want to sleep in too but we have to go to breakfast and then right after that we need to head over to Portage Lake.”

“Ugh, I am worn out,” You finally uncover your face wiping cold from your eyes, “Erik...I don’t think I can walk.”

“You will...it’s just a little soreness, baby,” He says with a smile on his voice.

“You fucked me so good,” You roll over, trying to keep your eyes away from the sun.

“Here,” Erik walks around to his side of the bed, giving you a view of his chiseled, naked torso and loose fitted black linen pants hanging low on his hips, “Let me stretch you out.”

“Huh?” You say with a dazed expression on your face.

“Come here,” Erik pats his side of the bed, “Lay here on your back, I’m gonna stretch out your thigh muscles.”

Adjusting the thin spaghetti straps of your lilac slip dress you crawl to Erik before laying on you back. Erik positions himself between your legs before grabbing your left calf, bringing your leg up above your head as if you were doing a split. You whimper and hiss, before grabbing the sheets to squeeze. He held there for an entire minute before releasing your left leg and moving on to your right.

“Ouch, ouch,” You say faintly, “God, Erik I don’t think I can go out today.”

“You will, now, I’m gonna do both of your legs, okay?”

Your eyes sweep over him, “Okay…”

Erik brings both of your legs up, your slip dress riding up around your waist and your pussy exposed for him to see. The muscles on the back of your thighs really felt horrible and this stretch has you sweating.

“Fuck, that’s where most of the pain is-

Erik’s mouth was on your pussy out of nowhere. You stared at him with slight confusion and mouth agape. His tongue was buried deep in your pussy before bringing his lips into the mix, slurping your clit up into his hungry mouth.

“Erik what the fuck?” You question with a slither of a moan escaping your mouth. He didn’t even say a word while he aimed to make you cum this early in the morning.

“Daddy, shit,” you throw your head back. What kind of control does this man have over you? One minute he is telling you to get up so that you both could start your day, to him stretching your thighs, and now his tongue was slithering deep inside of your pussy.

“Oh my God,” You say with a surprised voice, “Daddy fuck you are eating this pussy up!”

Growing and growing you could feel your orgasm ready to explode all over Erik’s face the more he sucked and sucked.

“Daddy...I-

He has you stunned. The tension felt tingly and you knew that the urge to pee was really the urge to squirt. You didn’t even bother pushing his head away; you simply laid back, watery eyes focused on the ceiling. When your release washed over you Erik kept his lips there to drink you up before kissing your clit softy.

“I just can’t fucking stop...that pussy was calling me, baby,” Erik runs his hand down his face, “legs feel better?”

You stared at him like he had two heads, “...Uh-huh.”

“Good,” Erik walks to the bathroom, turning on the light, “Let's take a quick shower before we head out.”

After freshening up, both of you tempted to fuck in the standing shower, both of you get dressed; Erik wearing a cream colored henley with light wash jeans and a pair of Timbs and you in a knitted leggings set with an oversized cropped sweater to match, the mustard color pretty against your skin. You slip on your chestnut Uggs before following Erik out the door, stomach rumbling and causing Erik to laugh which earned a punch to his bicep. Breakfast will be in a toasty dining hall. Once you both arrived for some reason everyone looked at you as if you had a new glow. You hoped this didn’t mean that they figured it out about you and Erik with the “K”.

“Goodmorning, Erik,” Connie says while sipping a mimosa, “You look well rested,” She elevated a single brow.

“Yeah, my sleep was good-

“What’s up, Erik?!”

Your head swiveled around to find the source of the excited male voice.

“Man, what’s up?! Where were you yesterday?”

Erik walked up to the man, giving him dabs before bringing one arm around to give him a bro hug. As you take an empty seat next to someone you don’t know you watch Erik interact excitedly with this guy. So, this is James Thomas? He’s a little shorter than Erik, standing at 6’0, a curly fro with scruffy facial hair that reminded you of Childish Gambino and a minimalist style, much less flashy than Erik’s can be at times. His soft, cinnamon eyes and deep vibrato of a voice soothing to the ears.

“Checked in late, something came up,” He takes an empty seat ironically leaving one next to you for Erik, “Anything I missed?”

“Just the rundown of what we will be doing and some drinks, dinner, shit like that, hey, Jay, this is Y/N she is my assistant-

“GOOD MORNING!!!!”

While the hotel kitchen staff brought out the delicious spreading of breakfast potatoes, scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes hot from the griddle, and many more choices everyone looked towards the one person you hoped you wouldn’t see on this trip. Erik gripped your thigh discreetly beneath the table to sooth you but all it did was remind you of how much you’re going to dread this trip if you have to be anywhere near him.

“Hey Calvin!” Connie says animatedly, even getting up from her seat to greet him with a tight squeeze, “Everyone Calvin is here to be my assistant, he flew in this morning.”

You sat silent sipping some OJ while everyone else around you said hello. Erik kept his lips sealed as well while drinking some apple juice.

“Flight was great!” Calvin removes his flashy fur jacket that swept the floor to reveal a pink Lacoste polo shirt and a pair of slim fit jeans with loafers on his feet, “Demetria, Nicole, Erik,” He completely ignores you, “Everyone I’m sure you all are familiar with Eric, Y/N’s ex. His name is spelled with a “C”, not a “K”.”

You hang your head, leg jerking beneath the table. Eric himself walks in wearing a tight, black turtleneck sweater with a heavy duty utility jacket on, dark wash faded jeans, and combat boots that looked like Prada; probably something Calvin gifted him for fucking his boy-pussy so good. You could feel eyes on you; curious, judgemental eyes.

“Come on, babe, let’s take a seat, Ah! There are two spots next to Y/N!”

The mention of your name didn’t seem to ruffle any of Eric’s feathers, he actually didn’t even acknowledge your presence, probably something Calvin trained him to do. They both take their seats, an awkward silence happening before Bret Stevenson sparked up conversation at the head of the table. To distract yourself from sucker punching Calvin and Eric, you fill your plate with the food. The mixture of aromas has your mouth watering.

“Hey,” Erik whispers to you while filling up his own plate, “you wanna take some food back to the room? I can meet you up there.”

You knew he was trying to be helpful but you weren’t about to run away.

“No, Erik, I’m fine, thanks,” You whisper back before diving straight into your food. You didn’t even want to look across the table at Connie, Demetria, and Nicole. This was literal torture. How are you supposed to survive this trip?

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