Cowgirl With Ran

Gamer boyfie Kuna headcanons

These headcanons are inspired by @windlullaby-arts super sexy fanart of gamer boyfie Kuna. You said you would like someone to write about him, so I did it ;) I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much for blessing us with that sexy art!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: 18+, smut, cockwarming, dirty talk, creampie, oral, cum-eating, possessive Sukuna, implied possibility of getting overheard during sex. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so cool and so sexy, sitting there dressed all in black with his cute cat-ear headset, eyes focused on the game he is playing. But when you walk into the room, he always has time to wink at you and make a kissy face.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who is so proud when his teammates hear you through his mic and ask if that is his girl.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who loves to show you off when he asks you to join him and his boys for a game. But who gets possessive when they talk too much to you and try to hit on you in the chat. "Back off, I know she is perfect, but she is mine. You wouldn't stand a chance against me anyways."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks so smugly when you walk over to him and press a kiss onto his cheek afterward, whispering in his ear that he is your only, while he starts the next round with his online friends, who complain that they already miss you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who grins when you crawl under his desk and unbuckle his belt and open the zipper of his skinny black jeans. Who bites his lip when his thick cock slaps against your face before you take his gorgeous dark-pink tip in your mouth and suckle so sweetly on it.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tries his best to play a good game, even while you blow him under his desk. But in the end, he can't hold back and just fucks your mouth. One large hand lands in your hair, tugging on it, and his hips buck while he moans, "Fuck yeah, princess, that was worth losing that round."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who, under normal circumstances, plays to win and, in most cases, does win because he is good at everything he does. But on the rare occasions when he loses a game (without you being the cause), he will throw a fit. Flaming everyone, getting banned, throwing his mouse against the wall, and then complaining when it doesn't work anymore.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who isn't scary in those situations, though, but rather ridiculous because he becomes so dramatic. And you know he would never shout at you or hurt you. To you, he is always the sweetest devil, purring like a kitten when you coo at him and scratch his undercut, and run your fingers through his slightly sweaty pink hair. "Aww baby, did you lose a game?"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who sighs and pulls you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and telling you something about how those other guys clearly used cheats! Because it cannot be that a gaming God like Sukuna loses!

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who needs lots of kisses to get over the defeat. Strong, tattoed arms wrap tightly around you, keeping you on his lap while he licks into your mouth with his pierced tongue until your head spins.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who whispers hoarsely in your ear, telling you to stay on his lap while he starts a new game. It feels so good to snuggle against him, feeling his firm muscles under his shirt and his toned arms encircling you.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who gets hard when he has you so cutely on his lap in your little skirt, feeling your warm pussy press against him through your thin panties and his jeans.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who slips a hand into your panties while waiting for the game to load, playing with your pussy until he has you whimpering and squirming on his lap.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smirks and pulls your panties to the side, murmuring to you softly, "Keep me sweet company, princess. Wanna feel your pretty pussy on my cock, keeping me nice and warm while I own all those losers."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you your pussy is his good luck charm. "See, I can play even better when you sit on my cock, my sweet thing."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who makes you whine because it feels so good to cockwarm him while he plays round after round, your pussy stuffed with his thick cock, feeling so full and so loved when you snuggle against him and just feel him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks at you with a passionate fire in his eyes when he is finished playing, and his large hands land on your thighs, kneading them while he rolls his hips upwards to push his thick cock deeper into your wet heat.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who tells you in that sexy low voice to ride him right here on his gaming chair. "Let's celebrate my success with a victory fuck. Thank you for being my lucky charm, baby."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who looks so sexy when he lets his head fall back against the headrest of his gaming chair, his cat-ear headset askew, eyes closed in pleasure, and lips opening in soft groans, while you ride him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who smiles when you get up from his lap afterward, with wobbly legs and his warm cum running down your thighs. He doesn't let you get far but stops you with his strong hands, making you sit on his desk, pushing your thighs apart so he can lick your pussy clean, driving you crazy with his tongue piercing against your clit.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who also loves to play games with you, basking in the quality time you spend together. He is always very biased towards you and lets you get away with everything, letting you win and get the loot. No matter how ambitious he is, when it comes to you, he is fine with losing.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who thinks it's incredibly cute when you take his place and sit on his gaming chair wearing his cat-ear headset, playing the games you enjoy.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who spends hours playing on your account to unlock a special achievement for you so you get the mount you want so bad. Who grins broadly at you when he calls out to you, "Hey, princess, come here and look what I got for you!"

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who laughs softly when you squeal and throw your arms around him. "Oh my God, Kuna!! Thank you so much, baby! But this must have taken hours!" And Sukuna just smirks that irrrestible, sexy smirk and tells you in that velvety voice, "You know I would do anything for you, princess."

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who always makes sure to log off after a while and spend some time with his girl because, after all, you are his favorite toy, and playing with your pretty pussy gives him more satisfaction than any game could.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who hopefully turned his mic off before he fucks you hard on his bed, or everyone will hear your cute moans, letting them know how good he fucks you and that you only belong to him.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, who doesn't just take a break from gaming to fuck you but also to take you on cute dates, or cook with you, or just lie on the couch with you, his big body curled around you, hugging you from behind, cuddling and kissing you while you watch your favorite shows together.

++ Gamer boyfie Sukuna, whose top priority will always be you. His princess, his love, his player 2.

HE GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES 😭😭😭 Thank you so much for reading! Seeing that gorgeous fanart drove me crazy!! I went into obsession mode and couldn't stop writing, and suddenly it was dark outside lol. Now I want to sit on his lap the whole time while he plays aaaaahhhhh!!!

I hope you like gamer boyfie Kuna!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

ooh how about scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader somehow meets toji. (spoiler warning) kind of like how megumi met toji in chapter 113.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets toji

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major manga/anime spoilers, sad theme

haven't done any jjk content in a long while so here it goes :) check out my tokyo revengers series entitled venom of you still haven't read it! sorry if it's quite short :(

it was a cold november and your father, gojo, decided to take you out that evening to treat you some kikufuku and enjoy the weather even if it hasn't snowed yet.

you were bundled with a scarf, a thick sweater, gloves, ear muffs, leggings and boots to keep you warm.

while waiting for your father to buy his and your favorite treat from the food stall, you couldn't help but wander around. you had gotten bored and he was taking too long. it was only (not) right for you to take a small walk.

with your chaos magic, not only were you able to see cursed spirits but ghosts. but this time, it wasn't geto's spirit. you saw a different one, a ghost that looked strange yet familiar at the same time—something about him made you beckoned towards him.

you made your way towards the ghost that was sitting on a bench under a lamp post. you didn't understand how or why you couldn't decipher who he actually was.

you watched with keen eyes as he lifted his sad gaze from the ground and to look at you, and when your eyes met. his eyes widened.

you mirrored his surprised expression, did you just spook a ghost?

"you can see me?"

"yeah?"

"you're not supposed to see me."

"i know, but it's kind of my thing you see.."

toji was impressed at the extent of your gift. he wanted to tell you how proud he was, but from the way you looked at him—he could tell you had forgotten him. you don't remember anything about him, because of you did, you would have already done a different reaction.

"why are you sad?"

"..."

toji wondered if empathy was part of your capabilities. it was a surprising for someone at your age to be able to read emotions or feelings—or maybe he was just being obvious?

a bit too obvious with what he was feeling. either way, you were right. sadness runs through him, as well as guilt and shame, and it worsened when he saw you standing right here and now.

it was a flurry of wild emotions. he was glad and relieved to see you alive and well. you had gotten a bit taller and you looked just like your mother, but you somewhat had your father's eyes too.

"ah! mister! why are you crying?"

"huh..?"

it took toji to realize that tears were rolling down his face the longer he stared at you. he didn't know what to say to you.

how was he going to tell you that he was your real father? how sorry he was for having to leave you and his other children behind?

then, it suddenly clicked him. toji remembered leaving you in gojo's care.

"what's your name?"

"huh? oh! my name's fushiguro, [name]!"

"fushiguro.."

with that, a smile graced on toji's lips. that was all he needed to hear. he was relieved to find out that even if gojo raised you, you still carried his name. it was a reminiscent of him after all.

"what about you? what's your name?"

"... i don't remember my name."

"oh, that sucks."

you frowned, it must not be nice to have forgotten something important like your own name. but then again, you couldn't blame him. he was a ghost.

perhaps, you could make him remember? with your chaos magic, maybe you do something. if you could just touch him and help him—

"kikufuku! there you are!"

before your hand could even reach the ghost, you were suddenly lifted from the ground. you looked up to come face-to-face with your worried father.

"what are you doing out here, baby? i've been looking everywhere for you! i got us kikufuku."

a part of toji wished that it was him who'd treat and call like you that, but at the same time it made him happy. happy to see that gojo satoru had fulfilled his promise.

not only did gojo looked after you, but he raised you with love and care which toji could tell from the way a bright smile beamed across your face as gojo pecked the top of your head, coddling you in his arms as he carried you.

you were whisked away by gojo who claimed that it was time for the two of you to go home since it has gotten colder. if only he knew it was because of the presence of a ghost nearby.

before you disappeared from his sight once again, you hunched over gojo's shoulder flashed toji a smile. the same, familiar smile you'd give him in the past, and waved him goodbye.

toji sat there, surprised, but a smile crept on his face not long after. he eventually returned your wave.

"goodbye, princess."

— 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖒𝖊

🖤 Part of the Emo Songs Collab hosted by me and @thekillingtimethekillingmoon 🖤

Toji x Naoya’s bride!Reader

Summary: your wedding day became more memorable when Toji payed you a visit after he caught you in a compromising situation.

w/c: 2.5k

Warnings: arranged marriage, fem!reader, edging, creampie, unprotected sex, minors DNI.

┏----------------------┓ ┊ What a shame ┊ ┊ the poor groom's bride ┊ ┊ is a whore ┊ ┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊ ┗----------------------┛

— I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! at the Disco

In your family, being set in an arranged marriage was only a matter of time. You knew at some point they would start bringing you to potential husbands, like a merch to be sold.

From the beginning you knew if you tried to fight it, you would only end up on the streets and miserable. So why not make the best out of it?

You actually had a very small decision power, and so far you rejected most of the men you were introduced to, for the only reason that: there was no benefit for you in marrying them.

That was until you were introduced to the future head of the Zenin clan, Naoya.

Not only his family had better financial conditions than yours, but also if you married him you would move to Tokyo. Being rich in a big city is everything you could ask for. So you agreed to be his wife.

You were introduced to his family a couple of times, during family events, and after getting the approval of elders you scheduled the wedding.

But you were not married to Naoya yet. So, you had no reasons to stop seeing your friends, until then.

Which led you to pay a visit to the long dark haired male you supported for a while now. His tongue was deep inside your mouth in a dark corner of his temple, his body pressed hard against yours, pinning you into the wall of a dark corner of his temple.

When he left your lips and moved to your neck, you opened your lusted eyes just to find another set of cold green eyes passing in a hall next to you. A person you could not mistake for anyone else.

Toji Zenin.

Your fiancé’s cousin.

Toji passed so fast you couldn’t even guess if he recognized you. But if he did you would be screwed.

“Suguru…” you whispered, pushing his shoulders, “I’m afraid I should go now, I’ll leave the check on my way out” you said, fixing your clothes and pecking his lips.

“Of course” he gave you the space to walk away, “Congratulations on your wedding, by the way”.

***

After an agonizing week the wedding day finally came. You waited everyday for someone to deliver you the news that the wedding was canceled, but nobody came. The night before the wedding, Naoya came to take you to the Zenin state, where the wedding would be hosted. You would stay in a separate bedroom that night and move to Naoya’s later, all the way to the state Naoya remained calm and composed, talking a few times about your duties as his wife, so you guessed that Toji hadn't recognized you that day.

You didn’t know much about him anyways, besides the fact he’s a Zenin, the few times you were in the same room your eyes would obviously be drawn towards him but no words were exchanged between the two of you.

You even looked around the state when you arrived, no sight of him. Maybe he wasn’t even an important part of the family, right? You had nothing to worry about.

Servants from the Zenin state entered your room every time to do your makeup, hair, nails and hang the white wedding kimono somewhere.

“Can you bring me something to drink?” you asked the last servant that was supposed to help you dress the kimono.

For now you were only wearing a long silk white robe and nothing underneath, while you stared at the mirror reflection checking the final details of your makeup you heard the door sliding open and close.

“Bring me that thong on top of my suitcase” you demand the servant not actually looking at the direction of the door since you were behind a folding screen, “Do you think I should wear a bra? That Kimono looks so thick, no one would know…” you stared at your perky nipples clearly visible through the silk material of the robe.

“No, I don’t think you should” the same cold green set of eyes you saw last week found you again through the mirror.

“Toji” you gasped his name, turning to face the invasor and looking around searching for the servant.

“What? Are you afraid someone will find you with another man…” he stepped forward and you backwards like a hunted animal that had nowhere to escape “…again?”

Your heart was beating so fast you were afraid it would come out of your mouth.

“Does that prick know his bride is not a virgin?” he was so close you just then realized you have never seen him from this close, his features were so mesmerizing that when brought his index finger to lift your chin your heart was beating for a whole different reason now, “Let me rephrase that: does he know his bride is a whore?”

“I— Are y-you—” you stuttered trying to come up with a decent sentence and failing miserably.

“If I’m going to tell? No, I’m not a snitch, sweetheart” he caressed his thumb on your chin and you sighed in relief, “But you’re family now, so you won’t mind that I welcome you the proper way, right?”.

Toji roughly turned you around, pressing his bulge to your butt and placing one hand at your tummy covered by the silk slowly bringing it up to your breast and groping it with zero shame.

“Oh, you asked for this?” his other hand showed the thong you asked thinking he was the servant. You gasped at the sight of the pink delicate material in his big calloused hands and tried to reach to catch it back but he withdrew his hand puting the thong in his back pocket, “I’ll give it back when we are done” the hand at your breast moved to the inside of your robe pinching your bare nipple and earning a lustful moan in return.

“Would you really fuck the bride at her own wedding?” you twisted your neck to find his eyes but you couldn’t help staring at the scar at the side of his lips.

“Oh, I would and I will. If you have any objections speak now or forever hold your peace” his dark lashes fluttered above his threatening eyes waiting for an answer from you.

How could you deny a man like that? This could be a test but something about that scar made you believe that Toji had no intention to play by the moral rules.

So you naturally brought his hand, that was not on your breast, to the bottom gap of your robe making him feel the slickness between your legs.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I really thought you would be just another righteous and obedient bitch to marry a Zenin” his chest vibrated with a chuckle behind you, he moved the robe away exposing both your breasts to the air and groped then simultaneously with one hand making your body melt against him. His other hand was playing around messing your slick and bringing it to your clit in circular motions, in your hazed mind you knew he was trying to make you produce even more wetness and your body shivered at the wonder of how big he was. You jiggled you ass trying to feel his length and of course he complied by rubbing his clothed cock against your cheeks.

Finally Toji inserted two thick fingers at once, your walls receiving him with some struggle, he experimentally pumped his fingers moving them to stretch you in a scissor movement, you dropped your head on his chest, mouth wide open.

“Such a waste that a cute little thing like you will marry that virgin prick...” he mumbled, bringing his head low to suck on the inviting skin of your neck while his fingers worked that magic inside you.

Toji couldn’t believe how angelic you looked right now melting on his arms, he already thought you were way too pretty to marry Naoya, but as far as he heard you actually agreed to the wedding, some elders even discussed that you looked too much like a gold digger to join the family.

Fuck, so what? I would be glad to give some gold to that pretty face.

The opportunity of his life came when he found you almost publicly fucking with that weird cult leader. Who knew that the perfect bride could be such a whore?

Toji was botherline electric for, not only be fucking you, but fucking you an hour away from professing your love publicly for his cousin.

“Toji ahn” you moaned his name sinking your freshly done nails into his forearm but he pulled his fingers off just when you were about to get there and brought them into his mouth to taste you.

You turned around to complain but your thoughts were interrupted by Toji lifting you up and making you lay down on the chaise lounge chair while he removed his shirt and pants.

Many scars marked his torso and, you imagined, even more on his back. You sat up on the chair reaching your hand to grab his neck and bring his lips closer to yours.

“Needy whore” he complained on your lips but indulged in your wishes nevertheless, hovering over you meeting your soft lips.

Toji was definitely not a kisser, but how could he resist a needy little thing spread out with the white robe pooled around like angel wings? It was a heavenly sight for a sinner like him.

The man above you bit your lip before moving away and placing a cushion under your lower back to rise your hips. You understood why he paid such good attention to previously stretching you when he finally got rid of his boxers, his huge throbbing cock standing tall and angry against his defined abdomen. For a second you wondered if your future husband’s dick would be that hard just by touching you.

Toji took his shaft and rubbed it on your folds to properly lube himself before sinking into you.

“Get ready, sweetheart, you will think about this cock when your husband pathetically fucks you tonight” your toes curled immediately when he was all the way in. The way you felt him so deep inside you made you want to cry.

On the other side, Toji was panting, his eyes glued on your pussy taking him so well, even sucking him for more.

“This whore hole of yours doesn’t want me to go away, maybe I should steal you for myself, eh?” he brought his thumb down to meet your clit, caressing it to make you relax your grip around him. Finally he pulled off and thrusted back into you, his pace combined with the attention in your clit made you squirm and moan against your arm. Toji grabbed your waist to hold you still while he thrusted harder, the sound of his heavy balls slapping into your ass and your drenched pussy taking him were loud enough to bring a red tint of embarrassment to your face.

For a second you wished it was him you would meet at the altar today, his body you would see every night, his dick you would cum around tonight again.

But you already made your choices, so you had to enjoy the moment for now.

Toji stopped his ministrations when he felt you clenching more and more, your orgasm just a few thrusts away. You cried since this was the second time he edged you.

“Y-You—“

“Shh, be good for me and turn around” he pulled off completely and gave your pussy a light slap.

With a whine you turned around supporting your weight on trembling legs by placing your knees on the lounge chair and raising your ass in the air, the silk robe now covering your back and failing on your side.

“Atta girl” Toji praised and rose from his place to drag you to the edge of the chair while he stood behind you, one foot on the floor and one knee beside yours.

The second Toji’s cock entered you again, tears pooled on your eyes, blinding you with pleasure.

This position made it much easier for him to pick a rougher pace, hitting hard on your cervix making you see stars every time.

All the work put into your hair and makeup was wasted now you were nothing but a mess, as the knot in your tummy was threatening to be undone you had to bite the cushion to stop the inevitable scream of pleasure.

“If we had more time I would edge you all day until you came with a mere blow” he didn’t need to touch your clit with the way his balls were hitting it, his restless pace made your body move slightly forward with every thrust to the point the cushion bellow you was stimulating your sensible nipples as well.

It was all too much and you never came so hard like this, Toji kept thrusting faster and faster, you were still cumming when you felt another thing snap inside you.

“Fuck, look at the mess you’re making squirting all over me”.

You squirted?

Toji passed his fingers on his thigh gathering the juices you produced and bringing to his mouth, mind hazed with how delicious it was.

“You will let me taste you another time, won’t you?” he slapped your ass to wake you up from your bliss.

“Yes, whenever you want, Toji” you mumbled against the pillow, your weak voice and teared face were enough to send Toji to the edge.

The man came with a loud groan, thick ropes of cum filled you to the brim, so much cum and you took it all.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” he praised watching the ring of cum around the base of his cock before pulling out, freeing the path for his cum to run down from your pussy like a river, “Is that enough for this greedy hole?”

You laid on the chair trying to catch your breath and wondering how the hell you were supposed to walk in front of hundreds of people after that.

While you were at it, Toji dressed himself back and fished the cute thong off his pocket sliding it into your shaking legs.

“W-What do you think you’re doing?” you turned your head to watch him adjust the thin fabric on your sensible area.

Toji smiled at the sight of your widened eyes.

“That’s my wedding gift for you” he cupped your now covered cunt, “Gotta make sure it won’t drop, right?” he slapped your ass one last time before bending to kiss your neck, “And even if my cum runs down your legs while you stand there in front of all of those people promising to be loyal… at least it will match your white dress right?” he laughed and walked to the door turning around just when you were sitting up, “Welcome to the Zenin’s”.

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truth serum

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation that’s quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k

🍭 aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)

“I’m just going to go talk to her.”

You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. It’s your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. “Don’t do it,” you warn him.

“Her husband’s the target, from what I’ve seen, she’s harmless,” the agent counters.

“How easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isn’t the first time you’ve let a person of interest’s wife become your focus.”

“Careful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.”

You’re watching Seungcheol through the casino’s live footage, a stream you’d easily hacked for the operation at hand. He’s leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that he’s left open just enough to show his prominent chest-

“That’s your third drink,” you note, changing the topic, “don’t let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.” 

“We both know I can hold my liquor,” Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. “I’m just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.”

You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheol’s handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.

“Trust me,” Seungcheol says, voice lowering. “I’m not going to do what you think I’m going to do.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. “Seduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?”

“Maybe only half of that.”

God, he’s such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be. 

“If this goes sideways, don’t expect me to bail you out of it.” you warn him.

“Honey, bailing me out is your job.”

You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a target’s wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, you’d sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.

But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, “Who is this?” from Seungcheol, you’re glad you’d stayed anxiously glued to your computer.

A faint, “Friend of my husband,” said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and you’re grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think. 

You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheol’s end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.

“What’s going on?” Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler. 

“Cheol made a move on his target’s wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan groans, “This is the third time this has happened to him.”

“I tried reminding him of that,” you say, your voice raising with anxiety.

Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, he’s not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job. 

Jeonghan’s leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. “I’m sending this location to another agent we have in the area,” he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up that’s just happened.

“It’s Wonwoo, isn’t it?” you sigh. “It’s always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheol’s messes.”

“Yes, it’s Wonwoo,” Jeonghan admits. “We made sure he’d be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.”

“God, this isn’t good-” you groan.

“No,” Jeonghan responds, “It’s not. After tonight I’ll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. 

When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheol’s room, and he stands straighter as you approach. “Hey, Honey,” he says, using your codename even though there’s really no reason for it right now.

“Wonwoo- how is he?” You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.

Although you’d been connected to the whole ‘rescue Seungcheol operation,’ you’re still buzzing with anxiety. It’s unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work you’re in, but damn it, you can’t help but care for the man you handle every day.

“Jeonghan’s with him right now,” Wonwoo responds smoothly.

Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?

Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know it’s not your place, besides, what would you even say? You’d told Seungcheol not to go after the target’s wife, and he’d done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.

Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this.  

“What do you think is going to happen?” you ask.

Wonwoo shrugs. “That’s above my paygrade.”

He’s awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.

You let out a sigh. “What if I asked you to guess what’s going to happen?”

Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. “I’d guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.”

“A break,” you repeat. “Like… a permanent one?”

The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion that’s way too disinterested for your liking.

Jeonghan’s been trying to talk you into working as Wonwoo’s handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you can’t bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes you’ve been helping clean up for over a year. 

Despite Seungcheol’s massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, there’s something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you won’t give up easily.

Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.

“This is a shit show,” Jeonghan says finally. 

Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what you’re both thinking.

Jeonghan addresses you next. “I’m guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.”

You can only nod.

“Look, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.” Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. “They gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I don’t know how long it will be in effect, but I do know he’s vulnerable right now. I probably shouldn’t let you in there- but… I’m just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didn’t see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didn’t either.”

You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. There’s nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.

You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.

Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and there’s a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.

“Honey?” He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.

“Cheol-” Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, and those are two words you’ve never heard from him before. “You were right… about the wife.”

“That’s not important right now,” you sigh. 

“It is. You’re my handler, and I didn’t listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

You study him. You know he’s vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.

“Why’d you do it?” you ask finally. “This time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what you’re good at, but- I don’t understand how you don’t see how dangerous it is.” 

“Honey-”

“They’re thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?”

“They can’t reassign you to Wonwoo!” Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.

“They can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You don’t even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.” 

“I respect you,” Seungcheol blurts out.

“It doesn’t feel like you do.”

“I do,” he insists. “I-” Seungcheol’s voice cracks. “I get with women to distract myself.”

“Distractions in this line of work can be fatal.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he snaps, making you go silent. “Maybe I have a death wish.”

“Cheol-”

“Stop calling me Cheol.”

“Stop calling me Honey.”

“No.”

You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isn’t a morally good idea. “Why do you need a distraction?”

“Because you’re a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.”

“Maybe reassignment is a good idea.”

“You’re not being reassigned.” Seungcheol’s voice is practically a growl, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Why not?”

His expression breaks. “Because I need you.”

“You clearly don’t.”

“I do,” he insists. “I know I’m not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.”

 “Cheol-”

“Honey.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because-” Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. “Look, I’m scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Scared of what?”

“Of falling for you.”

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. You’re staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man you’ve ever met, and you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “But- all the women you go after-”

“Distractions from you, from the voice in my head.” Seungcheol swallows thickly. “That night in Paris…”

Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.

“That night- fuck, I’ve never met someone like you before. I’ve never felt-” he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. “I got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didn’t need you. I didn’t need your guidance, I didn’t need your care, I didn’t need you- but… I do need you.” Seungcheol meets your gaze. “I’ve needed you more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.”

Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything he’s just said.

“I-”

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” Seungcheol says. “How do you feel about me?” 

“I think…” You swallow thickly. “I never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but… maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.”

“Maybe?” Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.

“I’m definitely going to have to be reassigned now,” you tell him.

“What? Why?”

“You know why. This,” you point between the two of you, “this has been the liability the whole time. We’re the liability, Cheol.”

He sits and thinks about it for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You let out a laugh. 

“Just… don’t work with Wonwoo, okay?”

“Why not?” You can’t help but laugh at the request.

“Because I think he’s into you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. “Besides,” you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, “Wonwoo might actually listen to me.”

“Honey,” Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, “don’t test me right now.” 

“Or what?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. “Jeonghan’s putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isn’t even a question of ‘or what’ anymore. While I’m on leave, I’m going to fuck you stupid. I’m going to make it so you can’t even leave the fucking bed. I’m going to show you that I’m not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?”

God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you can’t muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.

“You should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.” Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips. 

“Do you think you’ll be released tonight?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Are you that eager to see what I’m made of, honey?” Seungcheol lets out a laugh.

“Maybe.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while I’m vulnerable thing isn’t going to go unpunished.”

“I hope you do your worst,” you challenge him.

The agent scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“Hypocrite,” you grin, standing and heading to the door. “Call me when you’re out, then you can take me home.”

You’re waiting by Seungcheol’s car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. He’s dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up he’d been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and he’s never looked sexier.

He doesn’t say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, he’s kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.

Seungcheol’s hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler he’s been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you admit, swallowing thickly. “So… your place?”

“My place,” he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.

Your heart is racing. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. 

A couple of hours ago, you’d feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety that’s still coursing through you.

“So,” you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, “did you talk to Jeonghan?”

Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. “Yes, I talked to Jeonghan.”

“Did you mention me?”

“I mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out you’re the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.”

“Well… I mean… you’re the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.” Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but you’d been so blind.

“He agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, it’s the liability, not either of us alone. He’s putting me on rest, like I said, and when you’re up for it, he’d like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.”

Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheol’s handler? God, you’re feeling downright territorial of this man already-

“Yeah, I’m not too happy about it either,” Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. “Some new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.”

“Did you fall in love with me?” you ask.

“Truth serum has worn off, honey,” Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. “But yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.”

You scoff loudly.

“What was it you said earlier? I ‘find seduction easy’? Don’t pretend we’re not in the same boat here, honey.” 

“God, I hate you.” You try to tear your hand away from him but he’s unrelenting.

“Liar. You love me. Love me so much you’re going to let me rearrange your guts.”

“Don’t be so vulgar,” you chastise him.

Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. “You’re not my handler anymore, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt… correct. You’d bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural. 

“As dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know you’d rather be the submissive,” Seungcheol points out. “I can’t wait to see how good you’ll be for me.”

“Cheol-”

“Look at you, honey, a little dirty talk and you’re already a blabbering mess. Can’t find the words, can you?”

“Fuck.”

“You’re adorable,” he grins, shaking his head a little. “You’ll be good for me, I know you will be.”

You’re kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or… is he kissing you? It’s hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly he’s hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.

You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. “Cheol- this is going a bit fast.”

“Is it?” He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. “Do you want me to slow down?”

His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.

You can’t even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.

“Tell me to slow down,” he says.

You take a breath, trying to process his words. They’d sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, “Slow down.”

“Too bad, I don’t listen to what you tell me to do, remember?” 

He’s such a shit-

A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Cheol-” you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.

“Been thinking about what you’d taste like,” Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. “Knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.

All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.

When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.

“Relax,” Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, “It’s only me, honey. You’re comfortable with me…” he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, “right?”

“Yes, fuck-”

“Yes, what?” He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.

“Yes, I’m comfortable with you!” you belt out, falling back onto the table so you don’t have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything he’s giving you- want him to have your full focus.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, don’t you?” 

You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.

“Yeah, yes- I deserve a reward-”

Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.

“That sounded like a command, honey,” Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. “Thought we agreed I’d be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.”

“I-” you swallow thickly. “Please? Please let me cum?”

“Let you cum?” he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Please… make me cum?” you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.

“Because you asked so nicely.” Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.

“Please make me cum,” you whimper desperately. “Fuck, I’m so close- please make me cum, I’ve tried to be a good girl for you- please-”

He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.

You’re throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesn’t let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.

Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet, not when you’re still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as it’s open. He’s soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. “Have you come back down to earth yet, honey?” he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.

“Yeah- that was just, really good,” you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.

“That was just the appetizer, you still haven’t had the main course.”

“God, you’re so-”

“So what?” he teases. “Handsome? Charming? Lovable?”

“Sure of yourself,” you breathe.

“Let me show you something,” he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. “When a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.”

You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. “Come on, let me take you to bed.”

He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Remember when I told you I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to leave the bed?” Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. “You better get comfy, honey.”

“I think…” you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheol’s skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, “I think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldn’t go unpunished.”

The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. “You’re cute, honey.”

“Yeah?” You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. “How so?”

Seungcheol’s pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools. 

He doesn’t bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. It’s a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you don’t mind at all.

You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.

Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. He’s all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.

His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.

However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. “I think it’s time for that punishment now.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help the excitement that bubbles through you.

“I want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while you’re at it.”

You know what’s coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.

You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.

“If this hurts too much, let me know.”

“Do your worst,” you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.

You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. “I’m punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?”

“Uh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.”

“Between us, I’m glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.”

“I’m glad too,” you confess. “Now, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.”

“I love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.”

“After this, I deserve your cock.”

“Do you now?” Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. 

“Maybe you deserve my pussy,” you muse thoughtfully.

“Now that’s something I can definitely get behind,” he agrees. “Count these out for me, honey, I’ll give you ten.”

The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.

“One,” you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.

“How did that feel?” he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.

“Good.”

The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper,  but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. “Two.”

Three and four come on your other cheek, and you’re thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side he’d battered, and it stings even more now. However, it’s a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing you’re halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.

“You look like you’re enjoying this too much,” Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

“Maybe I am,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent. 

He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheol’s smile widens. “Getting sensitive already, huh?”

“Yes,” you admit.

The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadn’t been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Seungcheol asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

“How's your clit feeling after one orgasm?” he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

“You’re practically dripping, honey, didn’t take you for a pain slut.”

“Be nice,” you chastise him.

“Oh?” 

Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out “Six.” 

“You don’t like being called a little pain slut?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Please call me nice things.”

“Okay, honey, I can do that,” he concedes, and the next spank isn’t as hard as the last. “You’re being so good for me. We’re almost done.”

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me, I’ve been waiting so long-”

“We’ll get there,” Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number “Eight” comes quickly thereafter.

Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and you’re nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.

After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.

He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, “Ten?”

He laughs. “No, honey, this is ten.”

The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where he’d hit you.

“That was the pain, now here’s the pleasure.” He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.

You’re not sure how big he is, only that he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until he’s flush to your still stinging ass.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. “How’s that feel?”

“I feel so full,” you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

“I’ll make you feel fuller,” he promises.

“Yeah?”

“You’re on birth control?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I’ll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?”

“More than okay with it,” you moan. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.

“Fuck-” you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls. 

Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. “It’s like you were made for me, honey.”

The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.

“And this ass-” One of Seungcheol’s hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. “Fucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.”

Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.

“That’s my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. It’s as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.

“Don’t laugh,” Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. “I’m trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.”

“I just-” you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. “It was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.”

“I’m glad we agree on something,” Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. “Fuck this, I want to see you.”

He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheol’s perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.

His cock is big… cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-

He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When he’s fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.

You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.

You’ve never made sounds like this in bed before. You’re moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.

Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.

The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. “I can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?”

“Gonna cum on your big cock,” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. “I’m so close-” you tell him.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.

His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling. 

You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he can’t fuck you anymore.

Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.

He’s panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.

“Your heart is going wild, honey,” he muses after a moment.

All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.

Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “You aren’t going to say it back?”

“Take me on a date first,” you tease.

“Tomorrow, if you can still walk, I’ll take you out.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. “If you can’t walk, I’ll bring the date to you.”

“How romantic,” you say sarcastically.

“Don’t start with me, honey,” he warns.

“I’m not starting anything,” you defend yourself with a giggle.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Sure you’re not.”

You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again.”

You can’t help but shake your head. “You promise?”

“If you’re going to talk back like this, make it five.”

He’s such a fuck, but you kind of love him.

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“Hey, big guy,” you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. “How was your day?”

He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. “It was okay.”

“Yikes,” you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. “The new handler still being a bit of a dick?”

“Joshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, it’s not like I can do anything about it,” Seungcheol sighs. “How about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?”

“Dino’s a good one,” you insist. “He follows instruction very well.”

Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“You still jealous that I’m in his ear and not yours?” you tease, poking your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t go there, honey,” he warns.

“Come on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence… you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.”

“You want me to be submissive?” Seungcheol’s brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. “Not a chance in hell.”

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𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 !

˖˚˳⊹ deepthroating feat. childe : scaramouche : dottore : pantalone : zhongli : diluc : arlecchino x fem! reader from the 5.5k event special

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : deepthroating : strap-on (arlecchino)

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗𝗘

that low rumbling chuckle that escaped childe’s throat was almost sinister if anything, followed by the sight of your mouth full of his heavy cock, shutting you up in an instant. His hands would interlock themselves with the soft strands of your hair and snapping forward where he wanted to have his tip prod on the most, your throat. It’s so warm and firm, —he figures—, the way you’re flexing your muscles around his tip made a shiver run down his spine, he needed, no had to feel more.

Soft noises snapped himself back to reality once you hiccuped against his length, his pace lazy but steadily, not wanting to hurt you in any way either, you’ve been so good to him after all! Letting him just plunge into your throat like that was a gift from the heavens if he’s being honest. "you’re always so good to me." He’s repeatedly chanting this sentence with every bounce of his cock buried deep inside your throat. You were so full too! saliva dribbling down your chin and from the corners of your mouth while you breathed heavily out of your nose, hands slowly drawing circles over his thighs to reassure him that it’s okay and you can still take it. Like mentioned before, he wouldn’t want to hurt you in any way, you’re his love after all. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘

the wet noises replacing the quietness of the room you were currently in with scaramouche. Body nestled in between his thighs while you were kneeling in front of him. He’s sputtering in between harsh sucks of your mouth, almost losing it whenever you hollow your cheeks to coax yet another deep groan out of him. He has got to change whatever was going on right now, more so he absolutely disliked not being in control of certain situations. His eyes locked gazes with your own, "you know how much I hate it when you tease me." he was careful with his words, barely a whisper if anything.

you, of course, weren’t able to answer because of being stuffed full with his cock, only nodding frantically before rolling your eyes back at the harsh snap of his hips inside of your wet mouth. Your throat would always grab him like a vice, —the feeling was to die for—. The saliva that pooled out of your mouth coating your face as you resorted to breathing through your nose due to the inability of doing it any other way. Scaramouche was happy now, "that’s better." he‘s cooeing that sentence with an almost pseudo friendly tone, slapping sounds of his pelvis remotely hitting you were now bouncing off the walls with great ease. Who knows, maybe if you were being extra obedient today, he’d return the favor to you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘

"just like that." dottore's rough voice was turned into a soft whimpering once he sheathed himself deep inside your warm mouth, "this is what you‘re made for." you were only able to hiccup against his length as a way to respond, bobbing your face up and down his heavy member while your hands found their way to his round balls, —that were eagerly waiting for some attention from you—. His features were almost heaven like: painfully intimidating eyes locking gazes with your own glassy ones. He was just way too big for your mouth to fit in, deperately trying to spread your lips further for his girth to fit but you still had some troubles.

dottore only laughed at your pathetic whimpering, thinking that all your hopeless attempts to satisfy you would come in handy somehow later. His hands were tired of your slow pace as they nestled in between your hair strands, grabbing a fistful of them and pushing you down on his length until you hit his pelvis, nostrils filled with the musky scent of him as you tried your best to breathe out without gagging around his girth. His dark and audible chuckle, —that was barely hearable to anyone—, brushing over your ears and making you shiver. He wouldn’t wait any longer and fuck your throat, lolling his head back whenever he’d feel you clench around his heavy cock. You weren’t exactly surprised by his harsh behavior but didnt complain either, far too turned on by the way he used you as his own personal cock sleeve. <3

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘

Truth be told pantalone was rock hard all day, could barely wait before he can finally push himself deep inside your wet mouth. You were always so happy to please him after all! The first grunts fell off his throat at the haste intrusion of his fat cock in your mouth, setting up a lazy pace in the beginning. He wasn’t in for doing a lot most days since it wasn’t his job to satisfy his needs, it was yours. Today was different though, blame it on him being so fucking horny all day long but the second you circled your tongue over his girth and brushed over that one particular throbbing vein of his, he figured this just wasn’t doing it for him right now.

his balls were straining, tensing up and begging to spill his seed deep inside your throat, so he did the only rational thing in that moment, meaning he grabbed a fistful of your hair to push you against his twitching length. The way you moaned at the sudden snap made you gag against his girth, the man above you almost seeing white if it wasn’t for his immense self control. You were eagerly bobbing his cock in and out of your mouth before he grinded himself deeper into you, holding you still while his swollen tip prodded against your throat.

You knew what was coming next, it was almost a bad habit of his but pantalone loved throat fucking you more than anything. "open up open up." He’s chanting lightly, —with that smile of his—, which always managed to make you shiver against his hold. The brutal pace he was going for now made your throat straincgreatly. You were trying to wrap your lips firmly against his girth while both his cum and your saliva dropped heavily down the floor, staining the carpet underneath you. He could feel his balls tighten as the knot from deep inside his gut finally broke, spilling his cum in thick spurts into your throat, the warm feeling of his seed calming you down as warm tears spread over your cheeks in the process.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜

You know how thick his cock was, not to mention his heavy balls that would smack against you whenever he’d snap his hips forward into your warm mouth. The taste of his salty cum was coating both your tongue and throat, warmth filling your belly once it spilled down. Zhongli‘s eyes were scrunched shut, his cock heavily weeping inside of you and already making a mess while you eagerly played with his balls. It was almost unbearable for you to wait for him to cum deep inside your mouth and let you finally taste him! You couldn’t help it but grow addicted to his taste, it wasn’t too sweet but the saltiness was so easy on your tongue, dreaming about getting every last drop of the man that was hovering over you.

For a moment he pulled out and only left his tip in to retract himself to once more, —bury himself in your throat—. The quick movements were enough for you to get some taste of his salty pre-cum on your wet muscle, rolling your eyes back at it slowly covering your taste buds. "you‘re doing so good for me." biting that sentence out in an desperate tone, you did not know what made zhongli so riled up today but also didn‘t seem to care that he took it out on you. Truth be told you loved it whenever he was rough with you, —whenever he gritted his teeth when you circled your needy tongue over his girth—, that was way too big in the first place. Or whenever his body shivered and tightened once you shoot your eyes up at his gaze, watching him from under your lashes with all of his thick seed spilling out from the corners of your lips. Zhongli was sure he wouldn’t be that stressed after you were done with sucking him off so fucking nicely.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

Diluc was a busy man, as everyone knew by now. Yet even he had his needs that needed to be satisfied but none other than yourself. He was currently sitting on his leather chair that was located in his office. It was cold and the lights were dim yet here you were sheathed in between his thighs, sucking him off while kneading his balls with your warm hands. He missed that feeling so much, couldn’t remember the last time you went down on him like that. You breathed deeply from the man groaning above you, couldn’t help it but rub together your thighs too because of the sinful sounds he‘d always voice clearly from past his lips. "keep going." the lust in his voice was unable to be ignored, all he wanted was to spill his seed deep inside of you while also continuing to fuck you in a brutal pace.

Diluc bit back a moan before snapping his hips forward to meet your pace half way, finding refuge against your scalp to guide you over his cock now and haltering his movements once his pubic hair tickled your nose, musky scent filling your nostrils while you hiccuped from his girth. Everything felt so warm, so wet and sinful inside of your mouth, —he figured—, almost being reluctant to become addicted to the feeling you inflicted on him right now.

Your innocent eyes were watching him through underneath your brows, eyelashes stained with warm tears that ever so escaped your eyes, coating your cheeks in the process. It didn’t matter how often you’d suck him off, it’ll always strain your throat in the beginning, he was so fucking big it wasn’t fair. Your eyes squeezed shut as he continued to fuck your throat like a toy, throwing his head back to feel you clench around his swollen tip. Diluc was sure after he spilled this seed deep inside of you, he’d be able to work more efficiently later on … or maybe he’ll actually spread you on his desk to fuck you for being such a good baby for him, he still needs to decide but ultimately goes for the latter.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗢

If arlecchino decided to grace you with her body, she’d always go slow. Carefully exposing her figure for you, clothes dropping down the floor while she advanced towards your figure. For her, it wasn’t a choice, —but she needed to be in control—, wouldn’t want it any other way. It was always a matter of how you acted towards her as well though, not to mention that today in particular you weren’t obedient at all. Seemingly being bratty in front of her subordinates made her blood boil once she stood before you, a strap-on connected with her body which appeared sinfully and decorated her hips, reaching over to the soft curve of her ass. Archons, how you wanted to touch her right now, feel her up but arlecchino wasn’t in for it today.

Instead she advanced over to your face, prying open your mouth with her thumb to push herself inside of your warm mouth. It was way too big, you were desperately trying to spread your lips further before rolling your eyes back at the pleasure. "there isn’t a reason for me to play nice today." She’s calm with her voice, repeatedly prodding her tip over your throat to tease you, "right?" You groaned and looked up at her through half-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering innocently at her but she wasn’t showing any signs of actually being gentle with you now.

At this point you were looking like a mess, make-up smushed over your face while she was throat fucking you so sinfully with her strap on, couldn’t help it but focus on every little whine that escaped past your mouth, if something other than your saliva was able to escape in the first place. Arlecchino continued to fuck into you roughly, each time making sure she’d grind herself harder against your throat and not stopping until you were a whining begging mess for her, apologizing for being so fucking bratty earlier.

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Pretty Cars & Fast Lanes (18+)

Pairing: Hanma Shuji x Afab Reader (Hanma calls reader a good girl)

Genre: Smut MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

Summary: Hanma takes you on a drive in one of his classic cars but you're getting a bit antsy. Let's fix that, shall we?

If you're a minor/blank blog and you're still here, I hope you step in a puddle of water while you're wearing socks.

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What a perfect day! The sun was slowly setting, casting a beautiful palette of reds, oranges, pinks, and yellows. The wind blew all around you and you took in the pretty view of the coastline just below the guarded cliff. Hanma, who was driving your favorite car in his collection- a 1961 Pontiac Catalina convertible- smiled at you beautiful you looked. Well, you were always beautiful, but the surrounding scenery took his breath away.

"Hey! Pay attention to the road!" You smiled at him, pushing your sunglasses on the bridge of your nose. His cocky grin appeared on his face and his hand brushed your thigh.

"I can't when you're panties are making an appearance~" He lowers his eyes and sends a flirty wink in your direction before facing back on the road. You already knew this skirt you were wearing was short but did it matter that much? Of course not! In fact, you did it on purpose; You chose the shortest skirt in your wardrobe and Hanma's favorite panties because you wanted to tease him a little bit. Was that so bad now? It's what he deserves after a long hard day at work, right?

"Perv," You roll your eyes and make a weak attempt at pulling down your skirt only to have him stop your movements. "What now?"

"Nuh-uh, you don't get to call me a perv when you're the one that did this on purpose," His free hand grips your thigh and pushes your skirt up higher, revealing the wet spot on your underwear. "And here you're callin' me the perv?" He lets out a chuckle and a whine leaves your lips, his fingertips just barely brushing over where you needed him the most.

"You d-didn't give me attention this week because of your stupid meetings!" You complained, your hair tossed around in the wind causing your sunglasses to slip once again.

Shuji looks over at you with his signature smile, "'N you thought this was gonna get me to play with you? All you had to do was ask! Hell, you could've probably just sat on my face and I'd know exactly what to do, babe." His driving was erratic and fast but his hand remained on the steering wheel. You knew he was right but what's the fun in that?

"Shuji, please! It's been forever, please let me cum! I promise I'll do whatever you need me to do next time!" You begged, your thighs spread apart further and you moved your hips forward so his knuckles brushed up against your cloth-covered clit.

"You wanna cum so bad, do it yourself," His hand rests on the stick. His silver rings- one with your initials engraved on the inside- enhanced the details of his hands and you could feel your mind go blank for a split second. Despite his demeanor, Hanma always keeps his hands well-manicured, and why wouldn't he? He knows moments like this arise every once in a while so he might as well be prepared for it.

"Fine," You let out a huff and take hold of his hand. Carefully setting it palm-up on the seat, you move your panties to the side and use his middle finger to tease yourself. You run his finger up and down your slit, circling your swollen nub. His finger twitches and you know you've already won. Not only were you using him to get yourself off, but you were using the finger with the ring he had engraved especially for you.

You move your right leg up so it's resting on the dash and you spread your folds, giving him a good view of how wet and pretty you are for him. You grab his wrist and bring his hand closer. His Rolex gleamed in the setting sunlight as you pressed his middle finger inside you. Head rolling back and spine shivering at the contact of his cold ring, you let out a sweet moan of his name and grind down. You focus back on him and see that his jaw is clenched and set, his eyes never leaving the road in front of him.

"Sh-Shuji, it feels so- fuck- so good!" You started lifting and dropping your hips at an unsteady pace while holding his hand in place. Your eyes water with the wind blowing around you and you knew Hanma saw your tears because your sunglasses couldn't stay in place. Your thighs started shaking the moment he started flexing his wrist to meet your weak thrusts and without warning, he added another long digit inside of you. Your mouth dropped open at the arousing stretch and Hanma gave you a side-eyed glance.

"What's wrong? Not too long ago you said it felt good, what happened baby?" His saccharine words rung out in your blank mind when his fingertips reached your sweet spot, over and over. Your grip around his wrist softened and eventually let go and made refuge on the seat below you.

"Shuji! Shuji please, I'm gonna cum!" You whined. His fingers were relentless and you knew that if he was fucking you, he'd start teasing you even more about how cute you sound when you beg. The cold of his rings at your entrance juxtaposed the warm feeling of your slick and his hands and it felt like too much! His palm reached up and ground down on your clit with each thrust of his fingers.

"Cum for me, baby. I wanna hear those pretty moans, can you do that for me?" His voice was gruff and he'd sneak glances at your pussy every once in a while to see how good you were taking his fingers. The sight of his rings alone made him want to cum in his pants, but the sound of his name repeatedly slipping from your lips made his heart pound.

Your thighs ached and shook when your orgasm washed over you, making a mess on Hanma's hands and the leather seat underneath you. A high-pitched whine escaped your lips when Hanma hadn't stopped and continued to milk out your orgasm. You felt dizzy when he finally slowed his movements and pulled his fingers out, tasting your juices and letting out a hum.

"Good girl, now hurry up and pull your skirt down cause we're nearing the city. If we get caught, I'm blaming it on you."

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toji fucking your skull as you lay with your head dangling off the edge of the bed . . . the imprint of his dick that appears on your throat with every harsh snap of his hips has him growling in between moans about just how fucking deep he can get, how fucking good it feels to have you choking on his cock, how fucking hot you look like this . . the lack of oxygen flowing to your head has you dizzy, cheeks stained with wet mascara, tears, and dribbles of your saliva. it hurts, but it hurts so, so good— it’ll all be worth it when he cums down your throat, not once, not twice, perhaps even more than three times as your lips and throat milk him for all he’s worth ❤︎

♡ MAIDS DON'T GET TIRED ♡ — s. gojo

boss!gojo who inherits his deadbeat father's fortune and company after his father's sudden death (which he definitely had a hand in).

boss!gojo who at the ripe age of 20 was already pressured by the workload, not because of the reports or contracts, but because of the old geezers he had to tolerate.

boss!gojo who now lived alone in his 12,000 square meter glass mansion, hired 3 dozen housekeepers after letting go of the ones his father had kept.

boss!gojo who took an immediate interest in the youngest maid of the batch, her being over 5 years older than him.

boss!gojo who likes older women.

boss!gojo who starts making small talk during your working hours. he would ask you to sit with him during lunch making the other maids giggle at the boy.

boss!gojo who is excited when you agree after being asked for the 46th time.

boss!gojo who asks his chef to bring you the same meal as him, which you insist wasn't necessary. he doesn't take no for an answer.

boss!gojo who admires your unpolished table etiquette, but somehow your manners make the food on the table look 100x more appetizing, making him dig in as well.

boss!gojo who wants to spread you out and eat you instead.

boss!gojo who overhears the other maids teasing you with the name 'mrs. gojo' making you scold them with a blushed face. his ears turn red, pants gaining a sudden tightness.

boss!gojo who at late night can't stop fantasizing with his cock in his hand about you becoming 'mrs. gojo'.

boss!gojo who calls you into his office, giving you special tasks around the house. he orders you to clean his office only when he is around.

boss!gojo who doesn't hesitate to give you harder quests, such as cleaning the top shelves of his bookshelf, just to catch a look up your skirt like a perverted teenager (which he was).

boss!gojo who gets a custom uniform made for you to adorn during the time in his private office, one that is deeper on the neckline and shorter on the thighs. he can't stop ogling your breasts.

boss!gojo understands that by now you knew his intentions, not wasting any time to make a move.

boss!gojo who has you bent over his desk, panties clinging to your thighs, holding a tiny vibrator to your clit that has you dripping onto his office floor.

boss!gojo who forces you to clean his office with the bullet vibrator deep inside you, playing with the remote every time you bent over to flaunt your drenched pussy.

boss!gojo who eats you out in pathetic desperation, boxers painted in his precum. at first, he makes precise licks at your labia but he's smothering his face in your pussy seconds later.

boss!gojo who changes dynamics as soon as he's inside you.

boss!gojo who doesn't think twice about going in raw, wishing to feel every crevice of your pussy. he has you in missionary, suckling on your tits to hold his moans.

boss!gojo who is reduced to putty when you switch positions to ride him instead.

boss!gojo who can't help but cry when an accidental 'mommy' slips out of him.

"Ahh fuck you're so fucking sexy, [name]~" his head crashes onto the headboard, the squeaking of the bed loud in the room. Your thighs ached from bouncing on his ridiculously fat cock, his lap covered in your fluids. Wtih your tits jiggling in his face, he lets out a loud moan when you throw in a sudden praise. "So good, 'Toru~ Wanna keep fucking you like this, honey~!" You huff out with lust-filled eyes, your voice dripping with honey. "Please! Please, d-don't stop mommy!" You don't pause, but the kiss on his forehead makes his eyes well up, getting close to his orgasm. He was embarrassed to call you that, but your acceptance of it meant you'd be here for a good while.

boss!gojo who fucks you in every corner of his mansion.

boss!gojo who always finished inside you, birth control or not. he has enough money to provide for every baby he gives you

boss!gojo who revokes your status as a maid and promotes you to fiance in the next four months.

a/n: wasn't gonna post this self-indulgent drabble but after chapter 261...i changed my mind for some reason. wasn't proofread!

toji’s busy deciding which horse to bet on