A distant hum filled the room, something just enough to disrupt a person's thoughts, but not so much that it was immediate torture. A sickly warm feeling rushed over her body, the ever-so-quiet drip of a viscous liquid nearly drowned by the hum. The room spun in circles, a likely side effect of the chloroform, which made her head spin. "Wakey wakey," a distorted voice taunted, though she wasn't fully awake yet.
Kiara's head throbbed, her vision in fragments as her disoriented head swam. "Where-" her throat was dry, even pulling words together stung. Her eyes were dry, her body numb as she tried to put her hands on her head. It took a second to register that her hands were bound, and another second to realize her feet were bound as well.
"Finally, you're awake," the sudden voice made her body alert, though her mind was still groggy.
"Why are you doing this?" Kiara could barely look up, her eyes landing on the brunette in front of her. "I don't even know you."
"But you know her," a photo of someone flashed across her eyes, but it wasn't enough for her to know the girl. The woman held the photo in front of Kiara, finally seeing the person she talked about.
"M&M? What about her?"
"You were there when she died, and yet you did nothing! You didn't help her, didn't--"
"Maria was in a burning building, and we were all drunk from the bonfire. If any of us tried to save her, we probably would've died," Kiara closed her eyes, flashes of that night playing through her head before looking up at her. "You're her older sister," the epiphany struck her.
"I am. Sounds like bullshit, you still could've done something to save her." The disbelief in her tone told her almost everything she needed to hear, but it proved her point.
"I did. I called the fire department. Lady, by the time I passed by the building, all three floors had been set on fire. What could I have done?"
"Something! Anything! She was screaming for help, and you did nothing!" Kiara's confusion crept up her back, her mind wracking with why this girl was hyper-focused on something that happened years ago.
She was delusional. Even though Kiara and Spencer rarely spoke about their cases, she knew enough about behavior to know something wasn't right. She couldn't remember if she was supposed to feed into their delusions to keep herself safe or if she was supposed to keep quiet and let them ramble.
"Your silence only makes you look guilty," Tracie seethed, her eyes burning as Kiara finally looked up at her. Survival was the only thing racing through her mind in that moment, that she would do anything necessary to survive this.
"You're right—I am. I'm guilty. I heard her screaming for help, but I still didn't do anything to help her." Words seeped out of her mouth before she realized, an attempt to keep her alive long enough that the other could find her.
"Good. Then you admit that you did nothing to help her. That makes this next part so much easier," Tracie sauntered off, leaving Kiara to her own space. While she didn't know what the woman had planned, it was better to think of something than to wait for her death.
Kiara shifted in the chair, eyes desperately searching for anything that would get her out of there. It didn't take much for her to realize help wasn't coming. It took less time to realize the restraints were poorly wrapped. 'Girl scouts knot,' she mentally chuckled, finally looking at the room.
It was much better without a person threatening to kill you in your vicinity. 'Wooden chair, tight rope,' her mind started to ramble, ears focusing on any sound that could stem from outside. Kiara was about to stand, even as her legs were tied to the chair.
Someone was at the door.
She paused, trying to see what—or who—it was. You couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but it was Genevieve, the very same person who betrayed Kiara in the first place. She made sure the door closed behind her without a sound, coming behind her and kneeling.
She could feel the bindings loosen, gifting some reprieve, even though she knew there was a risk of getting caught. "What are you doing?" She barely whispered, not wanting to make too much noise.
"Fixing a mistake," she answered, helping Kiara get out of the binds. "I'm sorry, Kiara. I should never have worked with her, and I—"
"Gen, I get that you regret what you did, but now is not the time for it. Tell me when we get out of here, okay?" Kiara quickly whispered back, some of her words coming out a lot harsher than she thought.
Relief washed over her wrists as she felt the bindings come off, rubbing the sensitive skin and bending down to release her legs. The two barely made it to the door when Tracie opened it before them, a gun pointed at the one standing at the threshold. "Interesting, isn't it, Genevieve?"
It was instinctual, the way Gen pulled Kiara behind her, even if they weren't friends anymore. "This is going a bit far, don't you think?"
"Only now do you protect your friend, even after you went so far as to betray her?" Her voice drawled, irritation going through every word. "I see where your loyalties lie."
Bang!
A gunshot rang out. Kiara covered her ears from the closeness of the noise. Her hands frantically checked over herself, making sure she wasn't hit before looking toward Gen. Tears caught in her throat as she heard the sickening thud of her body hitting the floor. "Gen?" Her movements were jerky, rolling her onto her side. Blood pooled from the wound. Blood on her face. Brain matter on her cheek from the gunshot.
Kiara rolled Gen to her back, hearing gurgling breathing, a noise sickening to her ears without relief. Gen was staring at her, or so she thought. Right into her soul. Wanting her to remember such a sight. The twitches from the corpse as the body stilled, something not easily forgotten. "Gen!"
"Oh, get up," Tracie yanked her by the wrist, a pained shriek erupting as Kiara was forced upright. "Don't act as if you care, not after she ruined your friendship."
"We still had years to go--"
"Ever the sentimentalist now?" A hit to the temple from the butt of the gun knocked her out, making things much easier. "Incessant whining," Tracie seethed, putting the gun away.
♞
Kiara was unaware of how much time passed since Tracie knocked her out, but she didn't care. She felt wrong for doing it, but she took Gen's phone off her...body. She had to make as few movements as possible, keeping her breathing the same to make her think Kiara was still knocked out. Ignoring the throbbing in her head, she turned off the ringer.
Her thumbs moved in tandem with her pounding heart, putting in Spencer's number from memory. Kiara made sure she had service, thankful she didn't go as far as taking Genevieve's phone.
"Spence, its Kiara"
"Cant talk"
"dont call"
"track this phone"
Kiara sent the location before quickly putting the phone away, tucking it securely before pretending to be unconscious again. Humming from the front seat told her Tracie wasn't aware she was awake, which meant it worked.
♞
It wasn't long before Tracie dragged her out of the car, letting the thud onto the ground be what "wakes" her. Kiara barely had time to wipe her eyes before Tracie forced her upright. "Now that we're here," she didn't say anything else, just forcing the restraints off her wrists. "Get moving."
Kiara knew to go along with whatever she said—anything to give herself enough time for him to find her. He had to find her. She knew he would. "Leading me to my death?"
"Usually, such a walk would have the others beg for their lives, yet you seem almost calm." Kiara knew what Tracie was doing, and she wasn't going to feed into it.
"You shot and killed someone I once called a friend, and now you're walking me to my grave. It's acceptance," she knew how to sound hopeless, something Tracie thrived on.
"I would've let you live, I think. Listening to you play music was liberating. I think I'll miss those fingers of yours," her taunts only served as her need for survival. "And I'm sure that golden retriever boy of yours will try to find you."
"What could you possibly want with him?"
"Knowing he's close to you? He's close to Derek as well. He was there that night, wasn't he? The night you started the fire?" The accusation threw her off, making Kiara stop in her tracks and whip her head to look at her captor. "You don't have to hide it, I know you did it."
"I didn't start that dorm fire, Tracie," now confusion crept on her face, wanting to make sure she knew the truth.
"Bullshit."
"Nope. The football team had the bonfire on the grass closer to the dorms. Just out back behind the honors dorm," now Kiara wanted her to know the truth, the whole truth.
"Now you lie? How far will you go to try to survive the night?" She didn't want to hear her unnecessary rambling, only rolling her eyes when she heard the same lies from the others.
"The bonfire was on the plaza at the beginning of winter. Dry grass is much more flammable than regular grass," she tried to explain again, only feeling Tracie stop in her tracks for a moment. "We were all drunk, and it's not like we knew that grass would cause the entire campus to go up in flames."
"Yet you did nothing to help. That is enough to justify your death," she almost felt it was pointless.
"A bunch of drunk people going into a burning building to help one person? That would've only added to the casualty count."
"Shut up!" A hit to Kiara's head made her stumble, throbbing with the pain of before, and only making it worse. "We're here."
She had to take more than just a moment for her head not to spin, but once she looked around, she saw only land. "This is my grave?"
"Not entirely," Tracie turned the attention to the hole with a mountain of dirt beside it. "That is your grave." another push forward brought Kiara right to the edge of the hole, staring down at least 10 feet worth of nothing and...sand? at the bottom.
"Fuck," her voice shook, feeling the restraint on her wrists loosen, being torn apart, rather. "This is where I die?"
"Yep," Tracie pulled Kiara close, pressing the gun to Kiara's left side. "Say hi to the others."
Bang.
Searing, hot pain tore through her left side, a pale dread seeping through her skin. She didn't have time to do anything before Tracie pushed her into the hole.
Everything hurt. Falling onto the sand. The sickening crack of her lungs as she landed. A cough of blood erupted from her, finding it harder to draw breath. She looked toward the entrance, thankful that she didn't see Tracie standing over it.
A pained ache ran over her nerves, though she forced herself to dig into her pocket and take out Genevieve's phone. There weren't any new texts, which left her feeling hopeless. Kiara checked the battery first, thankful it was over 50.
She called his number, just hoping he would respond, that someone would respond. One rings, two rings, then three. Three agonizing tones go through before she hears the call connect. "Spence," her voice betrayed her pain, already finding it hard to speak when it felt like her ribs were stabbing her lungs.
"Kiara? What phone are you calling from?" It wasn't him. It was Emily, who gave her some relief, but not enough. "Spencer's been trying to call you for the past 5 hours."
"It was Genevieve's. I need help," she forced out, finding it harder to speak. "I've been shot."
"Shit, where are you?" She could hear scrambling from the other end, most likely trying to get the others' attention. "Share your location."
Kiara moved to open the messages, seeing as the other offer had expired. It grew more and more difficult for her to talk, feeling blood climb up her throat. "Can you get here fast?"
"Can you tell me where you were shot at?"
"Mm, left side torso. Spleen, maybe?" Pain pulsed through her once again, a whimper leaving her as she tried to sit up. "Em, I'm in a hole, and I'm getting tired."
"Hang tight, and stay on the phone with me. You're not to fall asleep while I'm on the phone, okay?"
Day 31: Writer's Choice (Phone Sex: Bob Reynolds/Reader)
It wasn't funny to distract Bob...okay, maybe a little funny.
You were a touchy person, and Bob was just the perfect one to mess with. You were part of the Avengerz—you didn't like the name, but it wasn't up to you—and you were partnered with Bob as part of the buddy system. Well, that was more of a sad cover-up for making sure someone was always watching over him. New York could not afford to get swallowed into another abyss of depression.
A bit after the thing in New York, you realized Bob wasn't the villain—he was just another guy who wanted to do good for his home, he just went about it oddly. While you two were buddies, you actually got to know him well, even past the person who was still learning to use his powers. The days in the training ring were more than an adjustment.
"Easier said than done" became one of your personal mantras when you made sure Bob could tone it down as needed. He was strong—obviously, that came with the serum—but he also had to learn how not to hurt other people with his powers when he didn't want to use them.
Unfortunately, that also came with several bruises when you sparred with him. It was worth it in the end, as he learned how to do more basic tasks without breaking every cup in the Tower. On one auspicious morning, however, you had made instant coffee for yourself, having just enough left over for another cup. Coincidentally, the brand grew on Bob after you left out an extra cup for him, becoming another habit of yours that secretly involved Bob.
You see, Bob had a problem: he was never direct. If he wanted to say something, there were some days he would, and other days he wouldn't say anything, despite how important it may have been. Reading body language wasn't hard, especially not when it came to stereotypical tells that came in psych from undergrad.
Neck scratching, avoidant eyes, a little bit of stuttering, fidgety fingers, all telltale signs that Bob was hiding something. He was tiptoeing around you, and it's not that he was avoiding you; it was more like he wanted to say something, but was not able to say it directly. Mysteriously, little pieces of your favorite candy kept popping up in the most auspicious places.
While you didn't think it was anything special at first, you noticed a small Post-it note on your coffee machine: "I like you, do you like me? Check Yes or No," and it was the cutest thing you'd seen in a while. You hadn't spoken to the others in the tower enough for you to think it was John, Bucky, or Alexei who made the note. Bucky would be a bit more awkward about it, but he would still say it to your face.
John had his own problems to deal with, and you didn't talk to him much regardless. Alexei would've been the loudest with asking you out, which left Bob as the last one; a smile crossed your face as you checked the "Yes" box, leaving the post-it note in the same place, hoping he would find it later.
That was 11 months ago. You two have been dating for almost that entire time, and both of you were growing a lot closer than you expected. You weren't afraid to say that you loved him, nor was he afraid to say he loved you. Of course, Valentina found out eventually, but she approved the decision of letting you two move in together, surprisingly.
You were the first to wake in the morning, the alarm on your watch more of a gentle reminder than your phone screaming at you to wake up. You looked over to see that Bob was still asleep, and you were thankful for it. A ring from someone in your contacts was the thing to wake him up, and you mentally cursed the person for it. Just as you grabbed your phone, however, you saw the Caller ID was your sister, leaving you no choice but to answer the call. "Hi, sis," you greeted, sleep evident in your voice.
"You gotta do better about answerin' your phone. I called you three times," Annie jumped down your throat, but you had to stifle a laugh. "I was callin' about Thanksgiving, wanted to see if you were coming or not."
"I am, and I'm bringing a plus one," you turned on your side, trying not to wake him even as you felt Bob's arm snake around your waist, pulling you against him.
"Finally got a boyfriend?"
"Mhmm, and I know how you and Drea get," you sigh, already knowing how your sisters were going to interrogate him to make sure he was a "perfect match," given your history with boyfriends was terrible.
"Mhmm, and she's right here with me. Put him on the phone," you knew you couldn't fight their help if you wanted, so you tapped Bob's arm, turning to face him and giving him the phone. You mouthed a quick 'Sorry' before giving a peck and sitting up.
"Hello?" Bob spoke first, followed by a quick, "My name is Bob." While you couldn't hear what your sisters were saying, you could gauge it from what his responses were. "10 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 13 hours, and 29 minutes." your eyes grew wide at those words, as you hadn't realized he was keeping track of how long you two had been together.
You planted one kiss on his cheek, causing a chuckle to leave him as he listened to the phone call. However, that single kiss wasn't enough for you. You trailed to his neck, licking the pulse point and traveling to his chest. "We kinda found each other," his voice trembled, piercing his lips together as he felt you kiss across his chest.
"I would, but don't tell her that." those words made you stop for a moment, though you went back to kissing his chest, licking his stomach as you trailed further down. "She fights for what she believes in, regardless of what other people say, but she also notices the little things. She's—" his words cut off from you pulling his boxers down enough to expose his morning wood, though you shushed him, giving a playful smile.
"Sorry, I was trying to say that she's caring," Bob cleared his throat, realizing what you were doing, but not wanting to mess up the first impression. "Mmh, I'm trying to think," he just managed to hide his groan just as you took him down your throat.
"She went to the bathroom, but I can let her know you asked," Bob had to stifle another groan, watching as your head bobbed up and down. You didn't give him a break, using your hand to pump the rest where your mouth couldn't fit. "Uhmm, yeah, give me a sec," he quickly muted the call, moving the phone away from his ear as he groaned needily.
One of his hands went around the back of your neck, subtly pushing your head down, but not enough that you would gag on his dick. His thighs tensed as he whined from your touch, only getting closer to his release. "Fuckkkkk honey," his whimpers only grew louder, growing impossibly harder in your throat.
You could barely breathe, but it was worth the look of bliss on his face. It was worth taking his seed down your throat, though you still had the phone call to deal with. "S'for you," he muttered with a weak voice, holding the phone out for you to take.
You had to wipe your mouth and take the phone off mute, hearing your sisters' voices immediately. "Bring him over for Thanksgiving. We need to see how he looks."
"I will, don't worry. Send me the deets, Drea. I'm about to make breakfast," you knew the conversation was done, and once you heard both sisters hum in agreement, your thumb hovered over the End Call button. "Love you, bye." You ended the call shortly after, looking back up at Bob. "Now, where were we?"
A/N: Even though it took a bit longer than I thought, I finally finished my Kinktober run! I'll start updating more of my other stories now that this one isn't a priority anymore. I also move back onto campus in a literal day, but it'll be for my last semester before I graduate.
Note to self: don't tell your slightly older boyfriend that you have a breeding kink.
There was always a level of transparency between you and Miguel, even before you started dating. When you met him in the lab, you expected him to be a slightly-tired, mostly-overworked man who had a level of friendliness about him.
...well, maybe not. As your older sisters always said, "you need to stop looking at the world with a film over your eyes. You seem gullible when you do," and while you never really took the words to heart until college, some part of you thought that grumpiness wasn't the case with just anybody around.
In comes Miguel O'Hara, your co-worker, three years your senior.
Unlike most of the people in the lab, Miguel was rather quiet. The only time he spoke were about research findings, and asking if other teammates had specific chemicals in their workspace. "I find that talking to him feels one-sided," one of your colleagues, Amber, whispered as she stood beside you, noticing your gaze on Miguel.
"Well, he's probably not the type to have side conversations, but I can't blame him, honestly. Arnold and his annoying group are assholes. I'll talk to him," you move past Amber, having the gall to approach him. "Hello, Mr. O'Hara," you greeted, extending your hand for him to shake and introducing yourself.
You could feel the stare on your hand as though it were something foreign. After a moment, he took your hand, a firm shake before letting go. "I think you're the first to greet me in the lab."
"It's not like you're a bad guy...you're not a bad guy, are you?" You forgot to ask, and the hesitance in your voice told a good amount where you tried to brush off.
"No."
Over the span of two years, you managed to become friends with Miguel, and eventually went further into lovers. He was not the man you thought he was: far from the quiet recluse you first figured him to be, but a caring man who didn't speak endlessly. While you were unaware of it, Arnold started to resent Miguel more, which Amber later told you was due to his crush on you.
It didn't change anything for you, though, as you already didn't like Arnold. It was only his harassment that drove you to find another job, though this one was better paying, and your manager was a lot more lenient on taking time out of the office. Tonight was a bit different than others, as you were on your laptop and a burner account.
Back whenever you would write fanfiction, you had to search a number of questionable things to make sure you had the facts right. While you didn't continue writing, you didn't forget the login information, and you logged it into the home computer. It would've been better to search it on your phone, but you were hoping Miguel would secretly take the hint.
Curiosity got the better of you, even as you were trying to drop hints to him. 'Breeding kink pregnancy prevention,' 'how to tell boyfriend you have a breeding kink,' 'does breeding kink count if you have condom on?' were some of the searches you left behind. As you got dressed, you made sure to bring the necessities, as you were going out with your friends for the night.
By the time you came back, it was just a bit past midnight. You didn't drink with the rest of them, however, as you drove yourself there, and needed to drive yourself back. The lamp in the living room was on for you, courtesy of Miguel. You didn't even make it into the kitchen before you felt Miguel coming up behind you, engulfing you in a tight hug and kissing your neck. "You're here."
"Mhmm, and somethin's got you touchy, and I can't help but wonder what it is," you doted, leaning into his touch naturally.
"Just mi vida having a breeding kink and deciding not to say anything," he kissed your neck, licking your pulse point that he knew would drive you wild. "And thought I wouldn't see the search history on the computer."
"Would you believe me if I told you I left it there on purpose?" You didn't have the liberty to turn around and look at him, but the bulge pressing against your ass told enough of a story. "C'mon, bub, wanna feel you." Miguel took no time in listening to your works, planting kisses on your neck before turning you around and taking your lips in a kiss.
With a small shriek, Miguel picked you up, holding you by your waist, and walked you both to the bedroom. When he put you down onto the sheets, you were quick to scramble out of your clothes, tossing them to a corner of your room with a dopey smile on your face. "There you are, mi vida," it only took him seconds to take his clothes off, climbing on top of you almost immediately after. "My beautiful girl has a breeding kink, and didn't know how to tell me."
His kisses started slow, though they quickly gave in to his hunger for you while your hands went to his back, keeping him close and pulling his hips closer until you could feel his dick press against your inner thigh. God, you were already so wet from him kissing your neck, just because he knew one of your sweet points was there.
His hips found yours with desperation, one of your hands moving between your bodies to guide his dick to your cunt. You couldn't even get a breath in before he fucked into you hard, thrusting against your cervix as if it were regular. Your hands found his thighs, hoping to give some sort of regulation with how rough he fucked into you; you just couldn't lie and say you didn't want him to fuck you like this. "Mig, baby fuck~"
While his hips didn't slow down at all, one of his hands wrapped around your neck, not hard enough to make you lose air, but just enough to make you see stars. "Taking me so well," he whispered a string of Spanish words that bliss made it much harder to hear. "You'll be a good girl and take it for me, right?" You could only nod mindlessly, holding onto his arms as your body tensed with your impending release.
You didn't even go quiet when you came undone, clamping around Miguel's dick as pleasure hounded your nerves. Whines left you, a slew of soft noises as your eyes rolled back. While you were blissed out of your mind, you couldn't understand what he had said. The only thing you did understand was the feeling of him coming inside you, not letting up as his hips slowed and filled you with his seed.
"Pleasepleaseplease," you whimpered, already wanting more of him.
Being postpartum was difficult, even if it was only a few months after you gave birth.
After a year of being married, you and Kento were well off enough not to worry about finances, even if you decided to expand the family later on. It wasn't like you were going to have a kid now, not when you two were still newlyweds.
Honeymoon rolled around.
While most would find it to be TMI, you could admit with your chest that your first vacation with your husband was filled with intimacy. Almost everywhere in that hotel room was touched by your lovemaking: the couch, the countertops, the bed, the windows, the chairs, the sinks, the showers, and definitely the walls. Protected sex wasn't on either of your minds after you and Kento tied the knot, needing each other to a level you didn't know you could hit.
When you came back from the honeymoon, you felt fine. Well, other than your boobs feeling a bit full, you felt fine. No morning sickness, only a little bit of nausea, and your boobs are giving you some trouble. You and Kento lived a healthy lifestyle, so not throwing up your guts made you think you were safe.
A visit to your OB suggested otherwise. On that day, you lie on the bed, getting a full checkup after you missed your period again. It was the third time in a row, and you weren't on birth control. The slight coldness of the gel made you snap into focus, and the ultrasound wand didn't really feel like anything until she pressed it against your cervix. The rhythmic thinking of a heartbeat filled the room, making your head snap to the screen. "Congratulations, ma'am, you're pregnant."
"How far along?" Your voice didn't sound like your own, looking at the screen and the baby moving around enough for the ultrasound to confirm what your eyes had seen.
"Thirteen weeks and four days, by the measurements. I can print your results, if you want to look at them later," the ultrasound tech suggested, and you nodded in a detached mind.
When Kento came home, you were sitting on the couch, looking at the ultrasound photos. "Hello, my love," his voice cut through the silence that deafened the home. You hid the ultrasound pictures, sitting up and looking at him. "You look different, brighter somehow."
"Yeah," you dropped your head, patting the space beside you. "Come sit down, baby," you weren't sure how you were going to say it, and most thoughts went out the window as you felt the dip in the couch beside you.
"Is something wrong, my love?" Kento looked concerned, but you couldn't even use your words. Instead, you gave him the ultrasound results, silence spreading as you read his face, hoping to see some reaction from him. "You're pregnant?"
"Well, we weren't safe on our honeymoon," you reminded, relief washing through you as you saw the excitement on his face. Kento pulled you into a quick hug, peppering your face with kisses as he pulled you close.
That was a year ago.
Your daughter was 5 months old, and because you both went to the parenting classes, sleep training was easy enough. She was sleeping through the night, and with brown noise in the background of her crib, you weren't concerned about the infant waking up in the night.
By now, you had finished pumping again, taking the devices off and pouring them into baby bottles by measurement. As you came back into bed, you curled in on yourself, rocking into a fetal position. "Honey, what's the matter?"
"I don't know, I thought I would be happy about having our daughter, but—I don't know—it feels like I'm not me. I don't recognize myself in the mirror, and I don't look or feel the same—"
"Because your body did the most beautiful thing, and gave us a daughter," Kento was never the type to interrupt you, but he also knew that postpartum would affect you at some point. "It's normal for you not to snap back into how you were before you had a baby."
"Other moms on social media look normal after a month or two, but it feels like I haven't changed at all, and I'm scared you're not going to love me anymore." tears streaked your face, and Nanami pulled you into a hug, holding you so tight as he guided your face to meet his lips in a kiss. Out of mind was the book he'd just finished reading, his attention shifting onto his wife.
"Not everything you see on social media is the truth. In case you'd forgotten," he kisses you just long enough for you to reciprocate before pulling back. "This beautiful mind was what I fell in love with all those years ago." Kento kisses you again, helping you onto your back. "This gorgeous face was what smiled at me when we made our vows: in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until death do us part." He recited to you, kissing you deeply and barely leaving enough time for you to catch your breath.
"Honey—" you giggled.
"This delightful skin of yours that has reflected your life, even from before I knew you," kisses delved to your neck, traveling down your collarbone and between your breasts. "Your breathtaking chest, which supplies the food necessary for our baby girl," his mouth trailed to your right breast, licking and teasing the nipple enough to feel it harden from his tongue while his fingers gently rolled the other, giving it a massage after your recent pumping session.
Kento's mouth traveled further, leaving your chest aching for more of his touch. "This beautiful stomach of yours, which carried our lively little girl for nine-and-a-half months straight, with the necessary stretch marks to show the passage of time before she finally came into this world." his tongue licked your skin, planting kisses that made you sensitive, your body thrumming with anticipation.
His muscled arms hiked up your legs onto his shoulders, settling himself and kissing your fupa. "This alluring pussy of yours that managed to give birth to one of the most important people in my life as a man and as your husband," Kento planted a small kiss on your clit before starting to delve into you.
You had to use the sheets to keep yourself quiet, his tongue working wonders on your cunt. "Baby," your voice shuddered, holding onto him as he started to tongue-fuck you with heavy desire. Nanami lapped at your clit, adding two fingers into the mix and letting the feeling of bliss speak for itself. "Kento, I—"
"Mmh," he groans against your cunt, sending another hungry shockwave through your body. His tongue doesn't let up, letting you feel the full extent of his desire while you tried so hard not to get loud enough to wake your daughter. You weren't even sure how pent-up you were to have knocked so close to your orgasm, but it teetered on the edge of your nerves.
With a loud moan into a pillow, you came undone, gushing on his face as you finally crooned your neck to look at your husband. As he climbed on top of you, you looked down between his legs. "I love you, but you should wrap it so we don't have a second child so soon." even as you spoke, you felt his hard dick against your leg, making your body stir with renewed interest. Kento gave you a genuine smile and nodded, grabbing a condom wrapper from the nightstand.
Once he put the condom on, your husband moved on top of you again, kissing up your neck and delving into your mouth. His fingers were far from useless, helping to hike your legs up over his elbows, keeping you in place, and trailing up your body until both of his hands caressed your face. "Are you ready for me, my love?"
A nod from you was enough, as his dick slowly filled you, making sure to watch your face for any discomfort; he only found bliss on your face. He started fucking into you slowly, making sure he was taking it slow. It was almost agonizing, and you wanted to beg him to go just a bit faster. Words didn't work for you, not when he was hitting everything inside you that drove you wild. "Please," was the only word you could muster, holding onto his arms while your body relaxed in his hold.
Kento still bordered on carefulness, but now he fucked into you with earnest. More of your moans slipped out, but you bit into his shoulder to keep from waking your daughter. "That's my girl," he kissed your forehead, only going a bit faster. Groans poured from him, having to keep himself quiet in short breaths. Despite the hushedness in your coupling, you could barely hold onto what restraint you had left.
Your eyes rolled back as you came undone, heavily panting as you kept a hand on your mouth. Your body clamped around him, squeezing him deliciously as you held onto him. "Oh my god," you whine as the shocks of your pleasure overtook you. You couldn't feel it as much, but when he came inside the condom, you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist.
"Let's get some rest while our daughter is asleep," Kento whispered into your ear, though you knew it meant you would go to sleep while he cleaned you both up.
You've never seen someone as red as a tomato, not until Bob Reynolds was under one of your clients.
You were an assistant to the Avengerz, the name was weird, but apparently self-imposed. There were a number of assistants assigned to each hero, making sure they were mentally okay after the most recent New York incident.
Most of the others got the "better ones," which meant they didn't get the man who swallowed New York in darkness and depression. You did. :) Your boss told you that he would be volatile, painting him as this guy who would be so closed off that he wouldn't take anyone's help. So when you first saw him sitting on the couch, reading a book as if he weren't portrayed as the devil incarnate, more than just confusion crossed your face.
You expected some guy with horns.
Not this.
Not him.
He looked so normal.
"Mr. Reynolds?" You make sure you have the right person, and when he looks up from his book, you know the information was right. You give him your name, even making sure he pronounced it correctly so there wouldn't be any mispronunciation later.
"You're my personal assistant?" He asked, and you notice immediately how reserved he was. It looked more like he was holding something back, as if the slightest movement would make you run away from him.
"Yes, sir. I've been assigned to make sure you are well in all aspects, and to help with anything you ask of me," you give the standard introduction, your hands crossed under your tablet as you watch his face.
"I won't need much help, I've got everything under control," it was something he said more to himself than to everyone else.
"Even still, sir, I'll be here at any time in case you need help," you sat across from him, going through the things in your tablet and setting up a schedule.
Thankfully, more than enough time had passed to where you two had grown comfortable. Where it was a thing of him giving small talk over coffee, or asking if there was something important to do, it grew to become more just an assistant and client.
"Mornin'," Bob greeted, unsurprisingly still in his pajamas while you were fully dressed in the daily uniform. "You made my coffee?"
"The usual, at least from what I've seen you make," you hand him the mug with the handle facing him for easier grabbing. "Still don't understand the amount of sugar, though."
"Helps me wake up," he answered, though you went through your tablet, making sure nothing was scheduled for the day. While being immersed in your work, you didn't see the way he eyed you, curiosity swirling with just the faintest level of hunger.
Despite your comfortability with him, Bob grew more closed off. It was a sudden shift, and for a while, you thought it was one of the "other personalities" your boss warned about, you knew that wasn't the case when everything else he did was normal.
This morning was no different. You made his signature coffee, adding a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit. Instead of coming around the same time each morning, he was 30 minutes late; on top of that, he looked worn out. "Bob, are you okay? You look like you fought a lion and it won."
"Y-Yeah, just got out of the shower. I woke up a bit earlier to go to the gym," Bob gave a quick lie, going to sit at the dining table, the plate moving with him.
An hour earlier...
"Bob," your voice would whine as his tongue lapped over your clit, your body singing after he'd pleased you with his tongue moments before. "You know 'm sensitive," Your hips felt too loose to grind against his face, but your body felt like jello. You didn't get a verbal response back, but instead felt his kisses on your inner thighs.
His tongue paired well with his fingers, pumping into you in a steady rhythm, even as you desperately tried to squirm away. It was only when another trembling moan left you that you came undone, creaming on his tongue, and him planting a kiss on your clit before climbing back up your skin. The kisses that marked your skin made your nerves tingle, and soon after, his mouth met yours. You could taste yourself on his lips while you felt his dick pressing against your puffy cunt.
In the midst of your kissing, Bob turned you over, laying you on your stomach in a prone position, his mouth lowering to your neck, sucking on your pulse point. An arm pulled your ass back against him, lining your cunt up to his dick before swiftly thrusting inside you. Your eyes fluttered while you tried to adjust to his size, strained whimpers escaping your mouth while you held onto his forearm. "Fuck me, sweets."
"Feels too good, soft," Bob huffed as his hips started their hunger frenzy. Your body jolted from the force of his hips, desperation dripping from every drive of his hips into you. His steady pace only devolved into hungry madness when your walls throbbed around him, pulling him in and demanding more. "Mmh honey don't squeeze me like that," his desperate attempts at control kept slipping from his grasp as his own climax built in his hips.
"Mmmfuck~" you couldn't even hold on, your core trembling violently as you came undone. Your cunt throbbed around him, pleasure shocking your nerves.
"Honeyyyyy," his hips held yours still as he fucked into you one last time, hips stilling and his dick spoiling inside you. "Hhhhh fuck."
Bob woke up abruptly, sitting up and pulling the sheets back. "Fuckkkkkk," his eyes noticed the wet patch in his boxers, pulling them down enough to see his weeping dick, begging for his touch. He leaned back into the sheets, a hand snaking down to pull the fabric back. Even though it was his own hand, his sensitivity only got super, eliciting a whimper from him.
Thoughts of you crossed his mind as he started to jerk off, the ache in his cock making him bite the pillow to keep quiet. His hips thrust into his hand, languid strokes turning rushed as he chased his high. "Honey," he repeated the name like a mantra, and after a moment, he came across his lower abdomen, coating himself in his own cum. "Shiiiiiiitttt," Bob looked over to his alarm, seeing the time. He had to get moving if he wanted to see you.
There were just some things you thought people picked up naturally.
While you weren't the most social person in the friend group of six involving Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, Ijichi, you, and Utahime. Thankfully, you guys got together enough to sit for a few hours every other week to talk about things, whatever was on their minds. Honestly, with how different each of their majors were in undergrad, you were surprised that friend gatherings were on the agenda.
'Sug: tonight work?'
'Shockoho: Can we go to that one buffet place?'
'Catoru: no dude, we just went there last time'
'Shockoho: mayb but you stuffed your face with sashimi last time, i fear'
'Catoru: k that was one time'
'Shockoho: twice. you forgot about three months ago'
'Catoru: little miss fact-checker over here'
'You: Wellll you were the reason the bill was like ¥44,000'
'Catoru: False'
'Little odd: i had to pay that'
'You: jich, u r loaded, mk? ur mom n dad make racks'
'Little odd: then you won't mind if i choose where we eat.'
'Sug; just dont make it some weird place like that maid cafe'
'Little odd: no, i was gonna say we order takeout then we go to an arcade'
'Uta: that doesnt sound bad at all'
'You: lurker'
'Uta: it's called watching to see the end result'
'You: just say lurker'
'Little odd: takeout it is'
'Sug: yeah, works'
'Catoru: fine, just get a bit of everything tho'
You turned off your phone after looking at the messages in the group chat, finally getting out of bed after lazing around. Thankfully, all of your classes were done for the break, so this last friend meeting was more of a "See you next year" sort of thing after you left. Hell, you lived all the way in the countryside, where almost everyone else was in the city.
By the time the evening rolled around, you stepped out into the halls before going downstairs to the parking lot. You were the first to get there, scrolling on your phone as you got into your SUV, but not turning it on yet. A few minutes go by before you hear a knock on the door, looking out the window to see Ijichi before everyone else would be here.
You unlocked the door for him, watching as he got into the passenger seat. "Since Satoru and Suguru love to be fashionably late, you wouldn't mind sitting in here for a bit while we wait, would you?" While both of you tried to ignore it, there was an underlying bout of tension between you two.
"Not at all," he didn't look into your eyes, but you knew why already; you weren't blind to the way Ijichi looked at you—he had a crush on you. While you didn't notice it at first, it was something Utahime had to point out to you.
'You: How long until you guys are out here?'
Your text went out to the group, and you felt your phone ding seconds later.
'Catoru: An hour, almost done with my project'
'Shockoho: I just got in the shower, so 45 to an hour'
'Sug: Hour and a half at least'
'Uta: an hour'
You sighed as you looked at the messages, looking over to Ijichi next. "Wanna crash in my dorm until the others come down?" You weren't thinking much when you offered, but you could see him nod, and that was enough.
Stepping out of your car first, Ijichi followed you up the stairs and to your dorm, popping the lock while you unlocked the door. Once inside, he moved to your couch while you locked the door behind you. It was awkward between you now, but you sat beside him.
It was a small gesture, you'd like to think, when he rested his head against your shoulder. "Y'know, 'jichi, I like you." You weren't sure where the sudden confidence came from, given you were never the best at admitting your own feelings.
Ijichi looked at you as if he had just had an epiphany, realizing you confessed your feelings for him. You looked at him with a crooked smile on your face, nodding to confirm what he thought he had misheard. "Huh?"
"Yeah, you, ya big dork," your fingers combed through his hair, though you heard what could only be a strained moan. Your eyes look over to him, a faint blush on his cheeks as he bit his lower lip. Part of you wanted to push further, your hand toying with his scalp again; a strained groan left him while Ijichi forced his eyes shut. "Is your scalp sensitive?"
Hesitation wracks his body before finally looking into your eyes. "...yeah, but I don't mind when you play with my hair." Your hands didn't let up, even nestling at the base of his head and pulling his hair; not enough to hurt him, but just enough to elicit a deep moan from him. "Please, I need you so bad," Ijichi whispered, barely shifting his hips as if trying to grind against the air.
Your eyes traveled downward, seeing the obvious tent in his pants as you continued playing with his hair. In a moment, you pull your pants off, taking your panties with them; Ijichi took the invitation and slid his pants and boxers down also. "I gotta say, hearing those sweet noises of yours really gets me going," you got up, letting go of his hair while you reached to the end table drawers, pulling out a condom.
Watching him fumble with putting it on, you help him enough to get the condom on before you reorient yourself on his hips. Emboldened by his desperation, you pull him into a kiss as your cunt sinks on his dick. A shudder passes through you as a whimper escapes him, giving you both time to adjust.
Your hips start to move as the kiss deepens, alternating between grinding against him and fucking yourself on him. "'jichi," you whisper, feeling his hands caress your waist as you chase both your pleasures. "Fuck, you feel good."
"My hair," he forced out, flashing him a lazy smile before moving your hand to play with his hair again. You went about pulling his hair, not enough to make it hurt, but just enough that his hips started fucking into you. The sudden change threw you off, but you still had enough control.
While your fingers trailed his scalp, pleasure built in the base of your spine, the coil tightening as your walls flutter around his dick. "Fuck, I can feel you getting harder," you chuckle breathlessly, your breath quickening as your pleasure approached, threatening to overtake you entirely.
"'m gonna—" his words slur, devolving into whines as you came on his dick. As you pressed your forehead against his own, your breaths mixed while you came down from your highs.
'Catoru: should be done in a bit'
Your phone lit up with the text, finally making you ease off Ijichi enough to move off him. "We should probably fix ourselves up, but I expect a date out of you, mister," you plant a kiss on his cheek before finally getting up.
You loved seeing your boyfriend go beet red from seeing you.
It started small—the tips of Bob's ears showing more of his blush than his face when you played with his hands, tracing small circles on them. While some part of you thought he was better than others at hiding his emotions, his body betrayed him more.
Bob's cheeks wouldn't go red—no, that was moreso his ears, but his skin also went alarmingly hot. You thought he poor boy was going to combust, so you had to limit yourself from teasing him publicly. Then again, it wasn't like he couldn't take control in bed and make you pay for teasing him so openly.
You loved to push his limits nonetheless.
Most nights, your pajamas were nothing more than a nightgown that stopped barely above your mid-thighs, and yet always rode up in the morning. You are a heavy sleeper, though, so tossing and turning became normal in the night. By the morning, you would be cuddled up with Bob, mostly the big spoon, but the little spoon on occasion. Another of the unspoken agreements between you two.
You were the one to go through the mail regarding your apartments, and a certain newsletter came into your vision. "Wanting to Spice Up Your Bedroom Life?" You looked further down, seeing a list of coupons for online use, a barcode under each of the items.
While some of them were things you already owned, there was a coupon about lingerie that caught your eye. "Limited Time Offer: Customized Lingerie! Only $250!" You almost didn't want to believe it, instead going to the website and checking the coupon's validity.
A look at the website proved the coupon correct. The steps were simple: take measurements of your bust, waist, hips, and shoulders. After a month, the shipped product will come in the mail. The idea of having fitted lingerie intrigued you, but the idea of Bob seeing you in it made a mischievous smile form on your face, so you placed the order.
Time flew by, and you mostly forgot about the lingerie. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't you who collected the mail the day the package came in; it was Bob. While you were in the shower, Bob had come in after coming back from training; you knew his body was sore.
"Hey, honey? There's a package for you," he called just as the shower turned off, hearing the end of what he said. His words sparked your memory of the lingerie, now wanting to see what the product looked like. Once you came out moments later with your towel-robe around you, looking at what was in your hand. He gave it to you without asking, and you turned away to look inside.
A smile crept on your face as you opened the package, seeing the lace in a wrapped package before quickly closing it so Bob wouldn't see. Thankfully, he didn't question the sudden secrecy, which meant your plan for tonight would work.
After you two wound down for the night, Bob watched TV with you while you both lay in bed. You suddenly got up, Bob protesting for a moment before letting you go. You went to the closet, and sliding into the lingerie was a lot easier than you thought, but then again, you didn't order full-body lace lingerie.
You came out of the closet seconds later, wearing a robe that matched the set; Bob paused the show instantly, his eyes never leaving your figure while you moved closer to him. "Honey..." his voice grew quieter, still looking at you, but not wanting to touch you, as if he would tear the fabric easily.
"Ya like?" He nodded frantically, blood rushing to his face while his hands carefully grabbed your waist, pulling you close. "You're beet red," you comment as your fingers comb through his hair.
"'s in the way, don't wanna ruin it," you could feel his fingers under the lace, the back being mostly open for him to touch your skin. His fingers moved quickly to untie the back of the bodysuit lingerie, guiding it off your skin and pulling you on top of him on the bed.
"Sweets—" you could barely get the word out before he started kissing your neck, shutting you up as you straddled him, your body leaning against his just before he flipped you both over to where Bob was on top of you. He pulled you into a kiss, a barrage of touches that only made your body sing with anticipation.
You pulled back enough to get your breath, a chuckle escaping you as he started to kiss lower. His mouth found your breasts first, teasing a nipple with his tongue while using his hand to stir the other. He knew how sensitive they were, and Bob loved it all the same.
Eventually, his tongue leads downward, kissing your stomach before putting your legs on his shoulders. Bob's mouth was on you in an instant, his tongue ravaging on you without giving you a warning. While his tongue toyed with your clit, lapping you up mercilessly, his sudden strength pulled you closer onto his face, as if the taste of you alone wasn't enough for him.
"Sweets, please," you forced out through moans, though it did nothing to slow him down. The feeling of one finger, then two fingers, sliding inside you with practiced ease and hiking your legs wider. His unrelenting speed was what made you come undone, feasting on your clit while you tried to get your bearings.
Your hands ruffled into his hair, shivering as you felt him kissing your inner thighs.
It wasn't really until the end of middle school that your curves hit, as did the rest of puberty. Getting your first period wasn't fun, but you learned to adjust to having to buy bigger sizes in clothing. You—as did your school friends—all thought your chest would grow, but it looked like only your legs and thighs received their "blessing."
By high school, you were in a size 14, where most of your friends were still a size 8. Despite knowing your family had good genes, you still expressed to your mom that you thought something was wrong. Tests from the doctors revealed your bone structure and how cursed you were to have something most people used to call "child-bearing hips."
As you went through the rest of your high school years, you got used to the reactive "DAYUM"s from across the hall, or just whenever you walked. It wasn't until after you graduated that you put more of your frustration into the gym. Now you were putting more of your annoyance into something "useful" for you.
You start hearing this agitating, grating voice.
Satoru Gojo, Vice President of the Gamma Sigma Delta fraternity, but to you? Just the biggest pain in your ass. Now, while you weren't the biggest studyholic in your friend group of three, you enjoyed your peace and staying in your room. You didn't see him around much—which was probably for the better—and only heard rumors about him. Another thing you'd heard was that he was a douchebag, but you expected that out of anyone who crossed fraternities on campus.
So when you started seeing him in the library, confusion wasn't the only thing you felt.
He came in with a friend, someone you barely recognized, despite the long, flowy black hair usually tied back enough to flaunt his ear piercings. The three of you shared one class, and while you were doing fine in it, you couldn't say the same about your classmates. Honestly, you weren't even sure how some of them passed Calc 1.
You never sat at the back, just wanting to get enough sunlight from the afternoon hours while you studied with music in your ears. Unfortunately for you, it was too late for you to realize both of them were sitting in front of you, only looking up from your laptop to reach for your water bottle. "Oh god," you whisper.
"Oh god? Ouch, sounds like you don't want to talk," Satoru pouted, leaning against Suguru for false comfort.
"I mean, we don't talk. The only thing the three of us have in common is Mr. Helmire's class," it's not like you were lying—it's just that you didn't hang out with either of them. "So, what's up?"
"GamSigs are hosting a party; wanted to see you there tonight," Suguru piped up, surprise flashing your features as you looked between the two of them. Out of confusion, you pointed a finger to your chest, making sure you had them right. "Yes, you."
"mmm, I'll have to think about it."
You were four shots too far into the abyss at this loud ass party.
After Ieiri dragged you to your closet and dressed you in less-than-normal attire for you, and something you felt was far too revealing. You couldn't even pull them down if you tried, and you knew one wrong move was more than enough to make something slip out.
The alcohol was meant to "relax you," and it did its part well. You were dancing against Shoko, or whoever you thought was her, while you danced to Maneater by Nelly Furtado. Admittedly, you weren't the best at holding your liquor, but 4 shots were just enough to loosen you up.
When you felt rather large hands dance over your waist, some part of you realized it wasn't your best friend. "Who knew the goody goody had it in her?" You knew the voice all too well, mentally cursing yourself for having danced against Satoru for god knows how long. You almost stopped, but he held you just close enough that your body rocked with his.
"Don't ruin it," you mutter, still under the alcohol's effects enough not to care. You were just tipsy, able to move everything as intended and not sway in the process.
You could feel his breath on your neck, and it took everything in you not to melt from him. "Suguru and I wanna take you tonight," his words reached your ears, though you barely registered what came after. "So long as you're willing."
"I am," you turn to face him while your eyes never leave his.
Satoru gently pulled you by the arm, leading you through the crowd and upstairs. You did one last look, hoping to find Shoko somewhere in the crowd, but no such luck. Once you were in the room, Suguru closed the door behind you, leaving you three in the room and the distant booming of the music below.
Suguru moved to kiss you first, feeling his lips on your neck while Satoru made out with you. Both of their hands toured your body, taking off the jean short shorts, and the slightly oversized shirt came off the moment they let go of you. Satoru led you to the bed, inching you closer until you sat at the edge of the bed; he pushed you back against the sheets, climbing on top of you.
You could feel his kisses trail from your neck and lower, pulling your panties off with ease while his lips kissed your inner thighs. Satoru blew on your clit, a desperate whine leaving you before his mouth began his ministrations. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping your thighs on his shoulders while he ate you out with reverence; the earlier alcohol making you more sensitive to his touch.
Suguru moved above you, signaling Satoru to flip you over onto your stomach. Your eyes looked at his dick, feeling his dick press against your lips invitingly; you weren't going to refuse. Despite his girth, your mouth took him in while your body writhed with pleasure. Muffled whines left you while you tried to pull back enough, your pleasure coming quicker than you thought. "Poor thing, you're gonna make her come too quickly, Satoru."
His response was nothing more than muffled words, lost in the sensation of your cunt fluttering around his fingers. "Too good," were a few of the words you could make out, your eyes glossing over with pleasure while your thighs trembled around his face. Only then did he let you go, keeping you on the edge and pulling away enough to leave you wanting more.
Suguru moved back, leaving your body needy and your throat well-used. You were about to get up, though Sug came back with a blindfold, carefully helping to put it on and getting back into the bed, leaving you blind to whatever they were planning. Within seconds, you could feel someone's hands on your waist, though the fingers were thin. You figured it was Satoru who teased his hips against yours, even with his boxers off.
While one of them ground his dick against your clit, you could feel another tip pressing against your lips again. At least you were thankful that you could feel a condom on the man behind you, his hips stopping enough to make you whine for more. A slight kiss to your forehead told you enough, and that you had gotten it wrong—Satoru was the one in front of you, not the one behind you.
When you were about to open your mouth and say something, Suguru thrust into you once, filling you just until you felt his dick pressing against your cervix. Satoru pressed his tip against your lips again, opening your mouth to take him entirely. As if in sync, both men started fucking you in a deliciously sadistic rhythm; Suguru fucked into you in tandem with Satoru, "skewering" you between them.
Your earlier sensitivity betrayed you, but the girth of Sug's dick was enough to bring you much closer to your edge than you thought. While you weren't a virgin, it had been a while since you were fucked so thoroughly. Suguru didn't let up, even as your throat fluttered around Sato's dick; you were just the one between them, taking both at once.
You had to pull away from Satoru, feeling like Suguru was going to split you apart on his dick. The series of loud moans that left you wasn't anything close to how loud the party's music was, allowing you to let loose enough. "No fair," he pretended to pout, pressing his dick against your lips again, now fucking into your throat to chase his own release.
"Then fill her throat," Suguru spoke behind you, feeling his hips still enough for you to get some part of your wrecked state together. You didn't get a moment of respite, however, as Satoru started fucking into your throat with desperation, barely giving you a moment to breathe.
You could feel him come down your throat a moment later, caressing your cheek while you took his cum, swallowing it without thinking.
How would someone go about asking their boyfriend to add more toys to their intimate life?
That was the question of right now, and with how Satoru acted, you couldn't quite figure out how to say it without expecting some form of "no". It mostly started slowly, browsing websites around major holiday sales, then signing up for some newsletters. You knew talking to him would be enough to put it out there, and you'd been dating long enough to talk about introducing things into your relationships.
You couldn't help the kiddish shame from asking about ball gags.
You didn't mention it to him, though, not wanting to give any odd feelings in case you didn't find something you liked. While you didn't buy anything, you signed up for text messages for sale updates from AdamandEve.com. Emails about deals or free items with purchases reached your phone before the week was over, each of them being in either kit form, or a giveaway.
One night, Satoru just came home from a bit of overtime, looking just as stressed as you would expect from working extra. "Hi, my love," you greeted, looking up from your phone to see him, though he still looked as good as ever. Even from a single glance, he could see you were troubled.
"What's wrong?" Satoru wasn't the type for small conversations, not really, but he was also observant. You had been acting differently since you first started looking into intimate toys, being more closed off as if he were going to judge you. "You've been acting a bit strange lately."
"Yeah, just a lot on my mind," it was the shame of mentioning sex toys, or maybe it was your predetermined judgment from him that would keep you from saying what you needed to, but you looked down at your hands.
"Such as?"
"I thought about introducing...toys," your voice went quieter as you looked away from him, still feeling awkward about bringing it up. "Like blindfolds and gags, handcuffs, even. And I know what you're gonna say—"
"I don't see why not," Satoru looked genuine with his words, but some part of you still expected him to say no. Instead, you looked at him with surprise, making his eyes narrow at you, trying to gauge your reaction. "Were you expecting me to say no?"
"Yeah, kinda—in the past, each time I bring up wanting to try something new, the one I'm dating gets offended in thinking that they're not doing enough," you explain, calming down enough that you could look at him.
"My love," he moved to sit next to you, his hand caressing yours while he looked into yours. "You shouldn't ever feel like you can't tell me anything, even in our sex life." it's not like you didn't expect his voice to be caring, but you breathed a sigh of relief when he said that.
Tears bloomed in your eyes, your vision going blurry, while it finally clicked to you that bringing up changes in your sex life shouldn't be shunned. You relaxed into his arms, feeling something move into your hands. It wasn't a regular size, wiping your tears away as you looked down at the gift bag. Past the paper stuffing, you could see an assortment of sex toys—the same thing you looked at on Adam and Eve.
You rummaged around, finding a blindfold, a ball gag, black fuzzy handcuffs, a flogger, and some lubricant. Your eyes met Satoru's just before reaching up and kissing him. "I'm gonna get a shower, then we can continue this, okay?" You felt him pull you close, planting kisses on your neck before letting you go, scurrying to the bathroom.
Once you stepped out of the shower with your towel around your body, drying yourself off while you saw Satoru in the bed, waiting for you. You finished drying yourself off, tossing the towel aside and climbing into bed. He pulled you close, kissing you on the lips while his hands traversed your body.
You were breathless by the time he pulled back, steadying yourself against him as you leaned into his touch. "I also got this gag earlier today, but I opened the package already," he had an O-ring gag in hand, and unlike the traditional ball gag, this ring was a bit bigger than what was on the packaging.
"You want me to wear this while you facefuck me?" Part of you knew it was the only reason the gag was that big. Once he nodded, you took the gag from his hands, though you didn't know how to put it on. "Can you help me put it on?"
Satoru took it back from you, helping to put your mouth around the gag, fitting just a bit tight but not uncomfortably so. You could feel your saliva starting to pool in your mouth, something to ease the dryness. As your tongue dragged against his skin, you trailed downward, licking him with what little tongue you had left to pull out after the gag.
Satoru pulled his boxers off, feeling his dick slap against your chin before pulling all the way back. You took a moment before taking him into your mouth. Even though you've done it so much, you still had to stop your gag reflex, feeling him at the back of your throat. His hands ready on either side of your head, pulling back just enough to let you breathe.
His movements were slow at first, pulling back just enough that his tip barely grazed your lips before filling your throat again. While one of your hands snaked between your legs, fingering your clit while you took him in your mouth, you moaned around his dick, forcing a shudder through his body. "Fuck, babe that felt good," Satoru groaned.
It didn't take long for him to start fucking your throat in earnest, your fingers circling your clit in time with his. More of your moans fell from your lips, sending shivers up his spine while he fucked into your throat with unashamed desire. "Playin' with yourself while I use your throat?" He teased, which you hummed mhm around his cock.
"Keep moaning around my dick like that and I'll spill down your throat," Satoru tried to warn you, though you weren't listening to anything he said. Your fingers worked faster, chasing the clutches of your orgasm while he used you. When your orgasm came, a torrent of moans slipped out; Satoru's hips stuttered, throbbing in the back of your throat. "Mmh fuck," he kept your head still as the last of his restraints snapped.
The warm trickle of his cum filled the bottom of your throat, giving you no choice but to swallow. He gently pulled you off him, bringing you back up and taking the gag off your mouth. "There we go."
I was surprised how the previous day got no attention at all, but I think it was also cus I posted it in the dead of night. It's a Bob Reynolds one, so do with that information what you wish.
Poor, poor Satoru Gojo, always turning beet red when you studied together.
Truthfully, the last two years of undergrad weren't anything special to you, just like how the first two years were. Well, at least before you had met Satoru. While you were a year his senior and both studying biochemistry, a learning gap existed between you.
There were nights you were in the library for hours, studying the Krebs Cycle over and over, writing it down. Across the way, Satoru still struggled to learn the fundamentals from Biology II and Molecular Biology. When you went to class, you almost missed your phone number, written in small print at the bottom of the board.
"Remember, class, if you have any troubles and I am unavailable to help with the curriculum, you can reach out to them," the professor pointed out ot you, listing you as his assistant in case of emergencies. Each time he graded your assignments, you were at the top of the leaderboard, doing the best of all of the students across his class.
After that lecture block, Satoru was the only one to approach you, though the mix of caution and shyness made it a lot harder for him to enunciate what he needed. "Can we...study together?"
"Having a bit of trouble in Biochem?" You asked as you packed up everything, putting your laptop in last.
"Mhmm, and it's like—each time I try to learn from the lecture slides and the professors, I don't get it at all," Satoru scratched the back of his head, understanding just what he'd meant.
"What times are you in the library? Or would you rather have a smaller space to work with?" You asked next, walking toward the double doors with him trailing behind you.
"Any day works, especially in the nighttime. I could get more studying done on the weekends, though. I can do the library, but I also know the library isn't open on the weekends."
You had to think for a moment, looking at your phone before looking up at him. "Okay, just text me when you have some free time, and it's the weekend now, so I'll just use the second bedroom in my apartment to help," you mumble, looking up at him and nodding. You hadn't even left the science building before you got a text saying Saturday afternoon would work.
Saturday afternoon came faster than you thought, mostly relaxing around your apartment in pajamas while you did some fall cleaning. The knocking on your door came a bit later than you thought, but you answered while still wearing an oversized shirt and loose plaid pants, stopping on your bunny slippers. "You're here."
"Sorry I'm late, I went out and brought lunch—dinner—whichever you prefer," Satoru held up the Chinese takeout he ordered, which you had a hungry smile and took the food, bringing the bags to the main counter.
"Go ahead and unpack your things. I wanna see what you have for notes so far," you spoke while you grabbed some of the single-serving boxes and put them together in a bowl.
Satoru was acting weird.
It had been a few hours since he came over, and while you didn't want to think about it, you noticed just how red he would get. When you looked over your notes, you had said, "Your notes are amazing, Satoru. Hell, they're even better than mine," you praised, shocked by how organized they were.
"Thanks," he looked away, his hand folding over his mouth while avoiding your gaze.
That was the first thing that made you question if there was anything wrong with him.
It didn't take long for you to realize that each compliment you gave him made the tips of his ears red. He was blushing. "Satoru, are you okay?" You almost didn't want to ask, but you had to make sure he was alright.
"Yeah. Can we keep going?" He brushed off, and though you narrowed your eyes at him, you went on about your tutoring. He wasn't stupid, so you had been praising all night, going over each of the chapters to make sure his understanding of the material was right.
"Alright," you take his notes after he's had a chance to read them, wanting to see how much he remembered from this session. "The cell cycle consists of four parts, one of which includes mitosis. What phase does the miotic spindle form?"
You could see him trying to think about it, "G2."
"Yes! Okay, good job. Nex-" You heard a small whimper from him, making you look up from his notes and over to him. "If it weren't for your white hair as a reference, I would think you've been sunburnt. What's wrong?"
"It's—oh god—it's nothing," you wanted to take his word for it, but you could tell something was wrong. You set his notebook down and close it, moving to sit beside him, still seeing his ears so red.
"Satoru," your voice carried a hint of warning while not sounding stern, a hand on his shoulder as you guide him to look at you. "Talk to me." When he didn't, you looked down, seeing as Satoru's hand was the only thing that moved.
"Sorry," he whispered, and you had seen it immediately—his boner. Normally, you would just kick them out, given it wasn't the first time a tutoring session ended up with a guy popping one, but Satoru didn't have the intentions of using you.
He apologized.
"Do you want me to help you?" The words fumbled out before you could think, in which he turned his head to face you.
"I wouldn't want to use you—"
"I'm offering, Satoru, but now I wanna know: what's gotten you so worked up?"
"I didn't think it was anything, but then you kept saying that I was doing great, and we were working so well together...then it went full mast, and I haven't gotten it down," Satoru muttered, his body tensing as your hand trailed up his thigh, fingers brushing over the outline of his dick. "I-I want your help."
You moved in immediately, kissing him while you sat to his right, not straddling him like he thought you would. Instead, you helped him take off his pants, leaving him in his shirt and boxers. "So you have a praise kink?"
"I-uhh, maybe? I think so," Satoru muttered as his body went rigid from your hand trailed down his chest, then to his waist, stopping right at his waistband. "Why'd you stop?"
"Quiz time," you whispered as your hand freed his dick from his boxers, holding it in your hand but not moving quite yet. "There are three known non-covalent bonds that help with interactions in many molecules. What are they?"
Your hand held his dick, pumping torturously slow, just enough for his hips to try and meet your hand. Just as he tried to chase more of your touch, you pulled your hand back, not letting him chase his own pleasure. "Fuuuuuckkkkk, can't believe you're doin' this."
"Give me an answer, Satoru."
"Van de—" your hand mysteriously sped up as he started talking, making a whimper shred through his throat and his head falling back against the couch. "Van der Waals, salt bridges, hydrogen bonds."
"Good boy," you cooed, your mouth inches from his ear, and you could swear you felt his dick throb in your hand. Enjoyment filled you when you heard Satoru's broken whimpers, his hands gripping the throw pillow crossed over his chest. "Dick so fat, it barely fits in my hand," you whisper, realizing you couldn't close your hand around it if you tried. "Poor thing must be so full."
"I mea—mmf fuckkkk—are you gonna do that every time I talk?" Satoru's voice went surprisingly high, jerking him while your thumb caressed his tip, making his hips jolt while he grew agonizingly close to his climax.
"What?" You feigned innocence, not slowing down for a second. "Not my fault you have the prettiest blush across your face right now," you kissed into his neck, feeling precum bead down your fingers. "Aww, you like it when I call you pretty?"
"Mmh—mhmm," you took the extra step in rubbing his precum across his dick, coating your fingers while your thumb coaxed more out from him. "so close—please," Satoru looked at you, desperation written on his face while his eyes welled with tears.
"With eyes as desperate as that? How could I say no to my pretty boy," You feigned exasperation, kissing into his neck as you felt him shudder again. His hips rolled into your touch as he came on your fingers, coating them and spilling onto the bottom of his shirt.
"Pleaseeee please please please," Satoru rambled on while his hips finally slowed. Despite his very recent orgasm, his dick still throbbed, begging for what he couldn't voice.
Y'all, this chapter would've been out a lot sooner, but it was finals week and I moved out of the dorms. On the bright side, only one more semester till I graduate from undergrad!!!!
Bob Reynolds had grown restless.
You were on a mission for six months, extracting information from an underground ring in Europe, meant to look for a few names on a list connected to human trafficking. It was quiet, and for a while, you had some time to adjust to being in another nation.
Even after being in a relationship with Bob for a few years, you knew what months apart would do to any man, let alone him. While you called and made sure he was okay, you also made sure the others kept an eye on him. You didn't have to treat him like a child, but the last time you remember, his control over his powers still wasn't the best.
You would stay on the phone with him for hours, hearing him sleep in your ear while you went about your day. Even with the proliferous time and distance between you two, you still checked in and made sure he was okay. So when it was time to go home, you were ecstatic.
You made sure not to say anything about your return, instead wanting to surprise him. When your jet landed at the tower, most of the others were asleep while Bob sat in the living room, checking his phone and waiting for your call. The sound of the jet took him by shock, rushing to his feet and stumbling over himself to see who it was.
Most of him hoped it was you. No. He knew it was you.
Six grueling months of sleeping alone, being on a call that did nothing for his own needs. No amount of using his hand would stop the fact that his body craved you, that he needed you. Sleeping in a double bed as a single was unlike any strenuous waiting he'd felt before.
When you came off the jet with your luggage, you could hear running, faint at first. "Honey!" You heard it. Heard him. You let go of your luggage as he came closer by the second, hugging you so tight you weren't sure air was an option. "It's been too long," he muttered into your hair, hearing a soft sob leave his throat, pulling you closer.
You were holding him up, his legs around your waist as you rubbed his back, soothing him as he finally let down and pulled back. Before you could process, Bob scooped you up into his arms with ease, taking your luggage and leading you to your room. A laugh escaped you as you felt him toss you onto the bed with ease. "Wait, babe—I smell like sweat."
"It doesn't matter." He answered quickly, starting to climb on top of you, though you put a hand to his chest.
"Babe," you warned, your gaze being enough to send him back, though barely. You had enough time to get from under him, going to the bathroom, and stripping down before turning the water on.
After 20 minutes, you stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around you as you undid your hairtie. "O–" hands immediately went around your waist, pulling your towel off and lifting you with ease. "Sweetie," the way he moved with speed threw you for a loop, though you had to remember it'd been six months since you'd held him last.
The kisses on your lips made your body writhe while his hands toured your skin, remembering how you felt. Pleasure thrummed through you while he continued his sensual touches, though you heard voices outside in the hallway. “Sweetie, wait,” you tried to warn, though a desperate moan left you before you realized.
"Mm mm, don't wanna wait," he whispered against your skin, even as you heard them get closer.
"The others are just in the living room,” you whispered, shuddering as you felt him travel down your body, kissing your neck and down to your chest.
"Then you'll just have to be quiet f'me, mmkay?" Bob kissed against your skin, just before turning you over. Surprised by his sudden strength, you couldn't help the whine that left you as you felt his kisses trailing down your back.
Outside, you could hear their voices getting louder, laughter erupting from game night. You could hear the faint voices of asking where Bob went, but none of the team knew you were back yet. It seemed fine with him, as Bob didn't let up for a moment, only pulling back to sloppily take off his clothes.
He climbed on top of you again, lifting your hips just enough to slide two pillows under them. "Prone Bone?" You asked without looking behind you, once again feeling his lips on your shoulder.
"Mhmm," he answered, grinding his hips against yours, but not quite feeling you. “d’wanna make you wait," Bob kept grinding against you, making you whimper while your body wanted more of him. You could feel his hands grasp your hips, keeping you in place as his dick filled you without warning.
"Sweets, you're a bit too big for me to be quiet," your voice strained, crooning your neck to look up at him, seeing his self-control dwindling by the second. "Take me, my sweets."
That was the last of his restraints.
He pounded into you with reverence, the pillows only letting him reach impossibly deeper inside you. You couldn't keep your head up, using the pillow to stay quiet while moans forced out of your throat. "Boooobbbbb," a high whine left you, biting the pillow in poor attempt of keeping it down. The kisses on your ears did nothing to help, your walls fluttering around him.
You could hear his strained groans just above you while your eyes went unfocused, nails digging into the sheets as your voice betrayed you. Sharp little breaths left you as pleasure swam through your head, your orgasm coming closer than you would like to admit. Chills crawled up your spine as he fucked into you with abandon. "Been too long, honey."
"Bob? Everyone's going out to the movies. Did you want to join?" Yelena called from the other side of the door, though it did nothing to stop from fucking into you.
"Not tonight," his voice was far too strained to sound regular, though it was just barely passing as normal. "M'on the phone." The faint creaking of his bedframe told the truth where he tried to lore. Your orgasm washed through your body as he spoke, your cunny clamping around him with relieved desperation.
"Alright, see you in the morning," you both could hear the sound of footsteps retreating. You let go of your chokehold on the pillow, aftershocks settling down as you heard the elevator ding. Bob flipped you over, seeing your blissed expression.
Every year, three young girls, above or over the age of 18, would be selected to be an offering to the dragon that resides in the mountain, the one that kept your homes warm, and warded off evil creatures from the rest of your people.
Just at the cost of one young woman every year.
So when your name was called as a potential offering, the village cheered, but a look toward your family showed just how loosely they were holding themselves together. Your brother patted your shoulder, trying so hard not to let his resignation show that he was trying to accept the idea of you being gone.
Your mother and father's tears trailed down their cheeks, their sniffles muffled by the sound of the elders cheering. "Come come, we must get you prepared for the selection. The Solstice approaches sooner than we anticipate," the elders of your village whisk you and the other two women chosen away.
The coming days were a blur of tests, traditions that made you uncomfortable as the midwives check to ensure your fertility was as it should be. You tried to ignore when children would look at you in awe, as if they wanted to be in your shoes.
Getting fitted into wedding garments was no fun, especially when you weren't as slim as the other girls chosen. Part of it made you feel better, thinking the smaller girls were the ones who got picked.
Oh, how wrong you were.
The day of the Solstice came quicker than you'd admit, and now you, Florence, and Elisabeth were standing in front of the entrance to the dragon's cave. You stole a glance at the others, seeing their faces pale as you clutched the bouquet in your hand.
"O mighty one! Protector of Our Lands, and Savior of Our People! We come on this winter solstice to offer a token of our gratitude!" The elders chant behind you, and you clutch the stems until your knuckles turn white in hopes your heart would calm down.
A loud snort came from the cave, smoke bellowing out in response. You didn't have to see it to know the dragon was watching, choosing who its next bride would be. Another gust of smoke blew, and instead of heat overtaking your senses, the other two brides were covered in ash.
The dragon had made its selection. You were to be the next bride.
"O Mighty One! We send in our next sacrifice so you may continue to keep our lands guarded!" Elder Theresa called from behind you, and with an involuntary push, you began your walk into the cave.
It took a few minutes before you reached the main area, natural sunlight pouring in as you shielded your eyes. A mountain of jewelry and gemstones reflected the light, and you looked away. "Another bride?"
"My village has sent another to satisfy any desire you wish." You spoke bluntly, a hearty laugh escaping the dragon as his head lowered enough for you to see him. "And the Elders have gotten adjusted to none of the women returning to the village."
"Because I let each of the women leave after serving me for a year," you could hear the sound of bones cracking, something disgustingly wet as you turn away, giving the dragon some form of privacy.
"Out of kindness?" You hoped the tasks he would require from you weren't anything harrowing, then you would be able to leave.
"If they cannot produce an heir," his voice sounded a lot closer now, something that almost made you turn to face whatever stood behind you. Just as you were about to turn around, you felt two claws on either side of your waist, your body tensing from the sudden touch. "If they cannot, then they are free to live their lives."
"So many of the women offered as your brides are let go after a year?" You were glad that there was an option of leaving, even if it meant never seeing your family again. You would have other methods of contacting them, messenger birds or the carrier mail system.
Hearing a hum in agreement, you turn to face whatever was behind you, though you'd seen a face that loosely resembled a human. Confusion crossed your face, though desire pooled in your groin, or was it fear? You weren't sure, but it wasn't easy to ignore. "Is there a name that I can call you?"
"All of my former colleagues called me John." the words threw you for a loop, looking up enough for you to see just how much of a height difference there was between you both. "You seem surprised."
"You make it seem as though you had a different life than that as our protector." you weren't sure when your hands rested against his chest, but you stabilized yourself against him, even if he held you upright.
"That's a story for another time," John didn't let the topic go on, instead pulling you against him as he inhaled your scent. Even though he had the face of a human, scales adorned his body, noting the dark maroon color that reflected in the light. "Right now, I want you."
"O-" you could barely get the word out before his lips collided with yours, pulling you into what you felt was unfiltered desire. You didn't know how to kiss him back, but the sweet smell of smoky maple wood let your body lean into his touch.
You were surprised by how suddenly he took your bridal garments off, leaving you bare to his eyes. Where you instinctively move to shield yourself from his eyes, John didn't let you move away from him, even as you felt something press against your stomach.
You were new to this. John was not.
He led your hand to his hips while you failed to keep up with his hunger for you grew, your hand barely able to wrap around the girth of his dick. A shudder passed through you as you looked down, realizing just how much larger he was than what you were told.
John took little time in picking you up and leading you to the bed, a commodity he kept despite his years of being a dragon. You were shocked by the softness of the sheets, still reeling from how fast he moved, let alone how his scent seemed to melt your worries away.
Your mind grew hazy as your body yielded to his touch, how surprisingly easy it was for arousal to pool between your legs. You had assumed it was him, his scent to make things easier without hurting you. All the while, John climbed on top of you, watching as your face contorted with need. "High offa' me, aren't ya?"
You barely had room to answer, your eyes fluttering as you merely held onto his shoulders. John lifted your legs enough to support the gap between you, even as his dick rested against your stomach. "Please, John," you force out, even as your mind went deeper into the salacious haze.
It didn't take a thing to hear your whines, leaning back enough for him to notch his dick right against your cunt, letting you feel just how much of a size difference there was between you. While you could feel some of the softer scales on him, the harder scales on his hips were impossible to ignore.
He moved one of your legs to his shoulder with ease, giving him enough leverage to ease into you. Where John expected to hear gripes of pain, a drawled moan left you, feeling his hands help relax your body. "Takin' me so well, huh?"
John started slow, fucking into you steadily while he watched your stomach bulge from the size of him. You could barely hold onto him; any pain you would've felt now overwhelming your body with pleasure. Your whines and whimpers grew in volume, feeling his dick hit everything inside you at once, and not letting up.
Something about his scent made your fears wash away, your body tensing as your first orgasm built in your lower stomach, threatening to spill over. "John," you whimpered as if warning him, unsure of what built within you.
"It's alright," he cooed, feeling as your body clamped around him, any desperate attempt of adjusting to his obscenely large dick. Just when you thought he would slow down, John fucked into you faster, your body tensing as your cunt squelched around him, eagerly taking more of him.
A sudden burst of euphoria overtook you, your body squirming as your nerves set alight. You couldn't say anything, even as your hands held his on your waist. He couldn't hold on when you were squeezing him so tight, wanting everything he could give you.
"This one'll take," the dragon—your dragon—groaned as he came inside you, filling your womb with his seed.
Nevermind how much bigger your stomach had grown after some months.
You weren't sure why Satoru wanted to install mirrors on the ceiling.
Sometime last week, you were coming home from a long shift in the hospital, your exhaustion palpable. You'd barely put your white coat on the rack and had gone to sit down, though immediately you sat up, feeling something hard against your butt.
You looked at what was underneath you, realizing it was a mirror. You and Satoru had some discussions about wanting to add some things to your intimate life to spice things up. Blindfolds only went so far, truthfully.
Hearing the shower running, you went to the bedroom and took off your work clothes, setting them in your laundry bag and putting on your robe while you waited. "I'm home, 'toru," you called out, hoping the music in the bathroom wouldn't drown out your voice.
"I'll be out in a bit," he answered, and you wait. You scrolled on your phone, partially waiting for him to get out and also waiting for your turn in the shower. You turn on the television, finding one of your favorite late-night shows and turning it on.
After a few minutes, you see Satoru come out, pausing the show and standing up, feeling him pull you into a hug. "Hi, lovebug," he greeted, planting a kiss on your cheek.
"Hey baby," you greet, pulling back enough to look at him.
Just as you were about to ask something, Satoru intervened, "I've been thinkin' about installing mirrors in the room, somethin' to add a bit of taste," his mouth pressed kisses on your neck, but your hand on his chest made you stop.
"I don't know if I want mirrors facing me when I sleep, 'toru. It's like an invitation for things that go bump in the night," you sigh, still holding him close.
"We go bump in the night," he chuckles, and you push him away and sit on the edge of the bed. "Okay okay, I'm sorry," Satoru sat next to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Can we at least put them on the walls?"
"If you put curtains on them, then maybe," you genuinely considered the idea, not wanting to wake up to a mirror of yourself.
"I'll get the best curtains that match the room, then," he showered you with kisses, placing them on your neck as you squirmed, feeling his hands tickling you.
"Let me get in the shower, I smell like hospital," you got away, closing the door behind you while you turned the shower on.
That was a week ago.
When you got home tonight, you were half expecting Satoru to be in the bed, given it was half past midnight. You set your things on their racks, keys next to his, white coat on the end rack.
As you went to the bedroom, you looked toward the walls, seeing three sets of mirrors on each of the walls, just a bit of spacing between each of them. The other thing that immediately caught your attention was the curtain rod above each of them, and of course, the black curtains.
You thought he would design it terribly, but he also put designs on the walls that made you smile, little mementos that reminded you of the years you've spent together. "Hon, I'm home," you call out, hearing the dryer turn on behind you.
"There you are," he picked you up with ease, making you shriek as you held onto his shoulder.
"Lemme shower," you squealed out, feeling him set you down. You rush to the bathroom, making sure everything you need is inside before turning on the shower.
You step out of the bathroom after half an hour, feeling better, and plop onto the bed, stomach down. Just as you were about to sit up, you felt him on top of you, feeling his kisses on your neck, traveling further down until you felt his lips on your thighs. " 'toru-"
"Shhh," he cut you off, lifting your hips as you barely had time to react, feeling his breath ghost your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. Satoru was teasing you, probably after you had been coming in and going straight to sleep for the past few days.
You almost didn't notice it until you looked forward, seeing yourself positioned right in front of one of the mirrors. While Satoru's hips ground into the mattress, eating your cunny with hunger, you realized just how lewd you looked with your ass in the air.
Your thoughts were cut off by feeling of one of his fingers inside you, adding another in a matter of seconds. As your hands gripped the sheets and moans spilled from your mouth, Satoru took his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the floor while giving you his attention.
You'd almost forgotten how skilled he was, as your climax crept up your skin. " 'toru, 'm close," you forced out, groaning in frustration as he pulled away, though you felt the dip in the bed as he came up behind you.
Both of his hands rest firmly on your hips, bringing your hips back to notch his tip against your cunt. He pulled you back with one of his hands, your body naturally rocking against his as you took him entirely. Satoru, ever the sadist, didn't give you time to adjust, feeling as your cunt fluttered around him.
Your back was against his chest now, the left arm that pulled you back now across your chest, keeping you in place as he started to fuck into you. "See? Look how pretty you are, takin' my dick so needily," he whispered into your ear while the same hand held your chin in place.
His right hand went about holding your stomach, palm splayed just eblow your belly button, and giving him just enough of a hold of fuck into you with oblivion. You almost hadn't realized that he was watching your facial expression, his right hand moving down enough to finger your clit.
You could barely hold on with the way he fucked into you, catching glimpses of your reflection while you could feel his breath down your neck, watching as your face contorted from pleasure. "Fucckkkkkk, you're squeezin' me so much," he groaned into your ear, your muscles tightening as you came undone, spasming around him.
Broken moans left your lips as you barely held onto him, thankful that he let you down into the sheets. He pulled you back against him, your body twitching while he chased his own high. Your hands could only weakly grasp your bedsheets as he fucked you through your high.
You were used to being in control when you were with Bob.
When you two first became intimate in the bedroom, he mentioned that he was a switch, and that you were, too. Even past that, however, there were only a few times that he would take control, and it was usually after you were done being the one in control.
The only reason he didn't always take control was that you were overstimulating him, watching as his body twitched, or at least until his words were strings of incoherency.
Of course you would think nothing was wrong with it.
When Bob started being sneaky, however, your suspicion grew. He was his own person, so him hiding things from you was in the scope of his behavior. While you weren't annoyed that he was hiding things, you were curious on what had him tucking his packages away from you.
You were a good partner to him, so you weren't going to go snooping thorugh his things, despite how much you wanted to.
Totally not.
Nope.
So you went to Yelena instead.
Not fair that you went to an ex-Black Widow. It was just innocent curiosity on your half.
Nothing more.
You approached Ava and Yelena, both were sitting on the couch across from each other, doing as they would when they were gossiping about something or someone. "Have you noticed anything weird about Bob lately?"
"We were actually just talking about that," Ava brought her cup of coffee to her face, noting the somewhat stressed look on your face. "You're worried."
"I don't know what it could be, and he keeps hiding it away like a guilty puppy," you admit, your head in your hands while you fidget with your fingers, something to calm you down enough.
"I'm sure whatever it is, he'll tell you in his own time," Yelena tried giving you some assurance, but it didn't stop the fact he'd been doing this for the past week. The worry written on your face showed just how little her words got to you, so she thought about it. "When's your birthday?"
"Twenty-one days from now," you answer instinctively, unconsciously keeping track despite how much you didn't celebrate your birthday.
"Then it's a birthday present. Don't try being Inspector Gadget, I'm sure it's a surprise for a reason," Ava reminded, which gave you some relief, even as you tried to ignore the feelings that festered.
An agonizing twenty-one days went on, and now your birthday was here. Where you had received small "Happy Birthdays" from Alexei, the others each gave a gift they thought you would like. You were glad the others thought of you, but it didn't make the fact that Bob was hiding something from you any better.
You went about your day, going out of the Tower and getting some of the birthday deals before returning. Other than that, you spent your time trying to look for ways to distract yourself from your ever-growing thoughts.
A knock at your door caught your attention, and you looked at your alarm clock to see it was 7 PM, just after your shower. You moved to the door with caution, a towel wrapped around yourself as you opened it. "Bob."
"Hi, honey," behind him was an assortment of items in a box, and you let him in to see balloons trailing behind him. " 'm sorry I've made you worry, but I got you somethin'." Most of your thoughts were silenced with his large box of presents, moving to your closet and tossing the towel, and changing into your robe.
"Damn right you made me worry, sweets. Avoidin' me like the plague 'n' makin' me think I did somethin' wrong," you sighed, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Well, if it helps, I also got some things for the bedroom," Bob went through the box, finding a specific gift and handing it to you. You peeled away the wrapping paper with eager curiosity, seeing a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold.
"You wanna take control with me wearin' this?" You look at the items, taking them out of the box and setting them on the bed. Not saying anything, you pick up the gift box and set it carefully on your desk.
"Honey?" Bob's surprise grew on his face as you turned to face him and took off your robe.
"You've left me high and dry for threeish weeks, Bob. I've been ovulating for the past 3 days, and fingers only go so far," you answer as you get onto the bed, putting the blindfold on first and fastening one of the handcuffs onto your wrist, and feeding the other through the metal headboard with your ass in the air and lying on your stomach.
"I'll help you out, m'kay, honey?" You could hear him leaving the room, softly closing the door behind him. The silence was deafening, squirming on the bed as anticipation crawled up your skin, flooding your brain.
You weren't sure how long it was, but when Bob came back, he carefully closed the door. You didn't miss it; however, when he came back, he came in with some fragrance unfamiliar to you.
Almost immediately, you noticed the scent of fruit, something tropical that reminded you of a strawberry piña colada. "Honey, got a candle that's also a lotion. Do you wanna use it?"
"Mhmm," you answer without preamble, hearing the bed creak under him as you adjust against the sheets. The first few drops made you gasp, the sudden warmth that left you wanting more.
Small drops of the wax-lotion fell onto your skin, shivers combing your spine as your arousal grew. Your hands reflexively tightened around the handcuffs, feeling the candle drip onto your lower back, the burn only momentary before easing back into a slight sting.
Pleasure crept up your spine, though before you could chase more, Bob's hands rubbed the wax-lotion into your skin, moisturizing you but leaving you hanging. "Please, sweets," you whined, wanting more, but Bob didn't say anything.
"Wanna help my precious girl," he kissed your shoulder, putting the candle away and moving off the bed. After a moment, he came back, carefully pulling your hips into the air and pushing you forward just enough to lean on your elbows. "S'fuckin wet," a finger rubbed against your clit, feeling your legs tremble in response.
"You made me wait, sweets," you whisper, wanting more as your hips ground against his fingers. Just as you chased more, he pulled away and adjusted his hips, letting you feel him right behind you. "Don't make me wait anymore, bubs." you plead.
Feeling his dick notch against your entrance, your hips instinctively rocked back, a strained whine leaving you as you took him in desperation. You didn't want to adjust, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your pleasure.
You needed this, needed him.
Your hips thrust against his, needing the feeling of him, of his dick inside of you. "Please, bubs," the words fell from your lips in a chant, feeling relief when Bob's hips meet yours, matching your thrusts.
Just as you get to a steady rhythm, Bob grabs your hips, keeping you in place and making you whine. "Not just yet, honey," his hips started thrusting against yours, hearing the choked whines that felt from your lips as he chased your high.
He leaned forward enough to take your blindfold off, impossibly inside you as your eyes slowly adjusted to the room's luminescence. The overhead light wasn't on, but candles illuminated each corner of the room. He didn't slow down, balls slapping against your clit while your eyes glossed over from pleasure.
Bob didn't let up, feeling your cunt flutter around him but not slowing down. "Fuck, so needy," he muttered, hearing just how loud you'd gotten and looking at your trembling form. He hadn't even realized you came, hearing the lewd whimpers from your lips as he chased his high.
Your legs trembled as he fucked into you with abandon, a groan escaping him as he came inside you. Bob reached to untie your hands, and you took that chance to take his wrists and flip both of you over, sitting on his hips and lifting up enough to turn around and face him.
"I love you, bubs," you whisper, leaning against his chest as you kiss his cheek.
"I love you, too," he chuckles, still coming down from his release.
"I'm glad you know that, because I'm about to ride you like I don't."
You were just a SHIELD agent, a level seven on a rank of ten, someone who could lead team missions, and someone who could join missions as necessary. Where Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff were once your superiors, now you were on the same playing field.
While you weren't an overly flexible agent like Natasha or good with physical weapons like Barton, you still had your part in SHIELD. You could manipulate psychic force, and unlike what some people thought about manipulating minds, they were somewhat incorrect.
There were four parts: telekinetic, telepathic, teleportation, and emotional. The forces of these aspects made your powers much stronger than expected, and instead of moving small objects, you could tear buildings down with ease. Manipulating the minds of entire countries became light work, and putting people to sleep was easy.
Despite how much control you had over your power, many people in SHIELD steered clear of you, as if expecting you to blow up and destroy HQ.
Thor was the only one who didn't shy away.
Maybe it was his Asgardian nature, or his years' worth of battle and being surrounded by magic, but he treated you like you were normal. Part of it made you realize that you weren't just this ticking time bomb everyone thought, but that you were a person with abilities you could control.
Seeing as there was another person with powers on a level close to his, Thor's interest piqued. Admittedly, so did yours in him.
Persuading other people in SHIELD was a hassle you've fought for years, but their minds started to change once you helped save New York. When all was said and done, each of the Avengers gathered, all of them looking like regular people.
"Nice to see you again," Steve greeted you, and you gave a small hug while you looked at the others. "First time saving New York?"
"Hopefully, the only time," you flashed a smile, though it seemed like Thor needed to say something to you.
"Will you come with me?" Thor's voice caught you off guard, but you tilted your head.
"Uh, sure," you didn't think anything of it, and held onto his wrist as he activated the Bifrost.
Compared to Loki and Thor, you felt short. Freakishly short. Even the throne room of Asgard made you feel like an ant in comparison, but you ignored it. As you made your way to the throne room, you felt out of place.
With Odin on his throne, you loosely adjusted your shirt collar, waiting for him to say anything. "Thor, why have you brought a human back?" His voice bellowed through the hall, but you squeezed your hand enough to not flinch.
"Because I think she could use guidance, father. Her power is destructive, but she can learn to use her power for good." You had enough control over telekinesis, but the other aspects were lacking.
"Humans with destructive capabilities?" The silence stretched for a while, though Odin's laughter rang the halls after a moment. "Yes, the human will stay as long as she needs to gain full control of her abilities. Queen Freya, ensure that the human gets settled properly." The Queen signaled you to follow, and you looked at Thor before following Queen Frigga.
By nightfall, you were given Asgardian robes after stepping out of a bath, sitting on the edge of a bed that felt far too big for an ordinary human. A knock at the door grabbed your attention, standing up and answering with the doorknob just at your chest. "Thor."
A smile formed on his lips as he spoke your name, letting him inside and closing the door behind him. "Everyone here is so much taller than the average human. I'm 5 foot somethin' and everyone here's at least 7 and-a-half-foot something or taller," you mutter, watching as he sat on the edge of your bed.
"Yes, well, such is the life of Asgardians. I brought you here because I think you could genuinely benefit from learning in a place without the fear of destroying a city." Thor gave one of his signature smiles, making you lean against him in comfort.
"Thank you," you mutter, looking up at him as you realize just how intimately close you were to him. You weren't quite sure what came over you, but you reached up and kissed him, your hand on the back of his neck.
His body welcomed you, taking your shorter figure into his lap, pulling you right onto his erection. "How long I've waited for you," he whispered against your lips, his hips grinding against yours and letting you feel his bulge.
Okay, you've had your share of sex, mostly with two boyfriends, but they were human.
Thor was not. The monster in his pants told you that already.
A shiver cascaded down your spine as you pulled back enough to look at the flushed face he had. "Thor, you're a lot bigger than I thought," you spoke lowly, your hips meeting his own.
"You will be fine," he kissed up your neck, stopping just at the crook of your neck, while his hands went to untie your robes. You were naked in seconds, and you weren't going to be alone in that.
With a smooth roll to his side, Thor put you on your bed and stood up, taking his armor off with a few clicks, his pants falling away to reveal his ungodly large dick. Your eyes widened, your body unsure of how to react.
Thor sauntered closer to you, his dick bouncing with each step; a revelation of how heavy it was. Kisses planted from your thigh crawled up your skin to your lips, your skin prickling as your lips met his, feeling the tip of his dick brushing right against your cunt.
You could feel him trace something on your lower abdomen with his finger, but you weren't going to question it. Instead, your body rocked against it, realizing just how girthy he was. Thor pulled back, grabbing the base of his dick and guiding it to line up with your hole. "Wait, hold on-"
"If you're worried about my size, I've traced a rune to help reduce any pain you may feel," Thor's words were somewhat assuring, giving you enough relief enough to lean back onto the bed. His hands shift to your hips, pulling you onto his cock as a shiver made your body tense.
With one hard thrust, all of him was inside you, your hands gripping the sheets as your walls tried to adjust to his size. After giving you enough of a moment, he started fucking into you, slow strokes while he pulled your hips against his.
A choked gasp left your lips as you felt him inside you, hitting your cervix with each thrust. The drag of his dick made you hold onto the sheets for dear life while his hips met yours. You could hear Thor's groans, but they were nowhere near as loud as you were growing to be.
He pulled the rest of you off the bed and into his arms, keeping your legs open while he swallowed your whines in a kiss. It was quite hard for you to keep up with him while he fucked your brains out, but you managed.
Your legs tensed, walls fluttering around him as your eyes glazed over, barely able to hold onto his arms. Your words were far past their regular coherence, your core tensing as pleasure struck like lightning, your legs weakly clamping around his hips.
Thor kept his unforgiving pace, your moans turning high as you came, eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your high. Just before he came, he pulled out, cum splattered on your chest and stomach. Your body jolted from the aftershocks, breaths jagged as your hips ground against nothing.
If it were loading something into your car, giving you notes for a big presentation, he was the first one to show up. At first, you didn't think anything of it. Ijichi would be the first to help everyone, even as simple as taking a large stack of papers to the cubicle, or helping to file things by order.
At first, you had no other reason to believe he was just doing this to help out, as you always did. You saw him as the office cheerleader, making sure things got done while making sure other people were okay. You didn't see anything wrong with wanting to help out.
Until you noticed him eating lunch by himself.
At first, you thought his friends weren't there for the day, but by the next, it was just the same. At first, pity was what you felt for him, seeing as he was sitting by himself. That pity turned to anger when you realized just how selfless he was, but the other people in the office weren't appreciative.
You vowed to change that.
"Hey, Ijichi, how are you?" You greeted as you came off the elevator, giving your coworkers a small wave but keeping your attention on him.
"Oh! I'm doing alright. Did you need help with anything?" He would always make sure you were okay, though he did that with everyone he met.
"Not just yet, but I'll let you know if anything comes to mind," you gave him one of your genuine smiles, and watched his face light up.
While nothing major happened during the first half of the day, the office went to lunch again.
You grabbed your smaller things—phone, purse—and went to the cafeteria. While your other coworkers gathered in their friend circles, you were mostly alone. All of your friends from college had different professions, and while you loved talking to them, none of them were in your office.
You spotted Ijichi standing behind Satoru, his head down, while the people around him were chattering their lives away. "'jichi!" you called from the front of the line, waving him forward. He pointed to himself, and you nodded in response.
When he came to you, you grabbed his hand, pulling him close and behind you in line. "How was your morning so far?" You asked, seeing blush creep across his face, but ignoring it for his sake.
"It was okay. I helped some of the others with sorting their data," he answered, and you looked at him like he just spoke of something that pissed you off.
"Did they say thank you? Any promise to pay you back?" You turned serious for a second, even if Ijichi hadn't noticed, all of his actions were considered obligatory now.
"They didn't...But I don't mind. I like helping people, so it doesn't bother me," he shook off, grabbing two plates and handing one to you.
"You're a lot nicer than I am, Ijichi. I like that about you," you went about making your plate, sitting in your usual spot. While you were about to eat, you noticed Ijichi moving to sit by himself. "Come," you signaled him over, and he sat across you.
"I usually sit by myself-"
"I know, but with as much as you do around the office, sitting by yourself isn't acceptable, okay?" Your head rested on your hands while you didn't break eye contact, making sure he was genuine in his response. "Start sitting with me."
"Will do," a soft chuckle left him as he spoke your name, and you both started eating.
Small conversation passed between you both, keeping things light while making sure you got to know him better. You had learned a lot about him, and while most of it was just a tactic to build up his self-confidence.
Before either of you were done with your conversation, lunch break was over, and the bell rang, something your boss decided to implement. You put together your dishes, glancing down at your phone for a moment. "I'll see you back in the office," you gave a small smile, making Ijichi wave in response before you left.
You put your things at the kitchen window, letting the dishes float as you grabbed your purse and went to the bathroom. Once you were done with your routine of brushing your teeth and rinsing your mouth out before returning to your desk.
Upon looking around, you didn't see Ijichi, and some level of concern rose in your gut.
Ijichi, on the other hand, was still in the bathroom.
Poor thing didn't know how to handle the idea of someone seeing him for his efforts, staying in the bathroom while he tried to calm himself down. Yeah, he liked helping others around the office, but he could go the entire day and handle himself at home.
He stayed in the single-stall bathroom on the floor above the main office floor, making sure the door was locked as he pulled his pants down. Ijichi didn't have much time, as he had to get back to his desk.
He palmed his dick with need, his hand rushing while his legs nearly buckled, leaning against the wall for support. Ijichi's breath grew ragged, keeping himself mostly quiet while small whines left his mouth.
His dick throbbed in his hand, flashes of your smile passing through his mind while his hand jerked. The moments of you talking about your day during lunch were nearly enough to slip over the edge, but he wanted to chase his edge faster.
His focus shifted from his thoughts of helping others—a kink he's tried to ignore while still being sweet—to you. You came in suddenly, telling him to stick up for himself, to open up. Shudders passed through him as his eyes closed, his body tensing as he grew closer to his release.
Ijichi clasped a hand over his mouth while his other pumped his cock, leaning over the toilet as cum dribbled from his tip. He held onto the railing for stability, relief washing through him as he cleaned himself up, fixing his appearance and tucking himself back in his pants.
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