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𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺

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ꕤ masterlist • rules • what I write • wips

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fever. . . zuko

firelord!zuko x fem!reader, 1.6k words

warnings: temperature play, smut

not proofread!

zuko was used to being a ruler, used to being in charge and executing actions as efficiently as possible. 

so being bedridden from getting sick made him feel humbled to say the least. he felt ineffective, useless even.  as his wife, you made sure to assure him in his vulnerable moments like this. he's worked tirelessly since your family ordered you to marry him all those months ago. your union could’ve been like any other political alliance, solely connected by name rather than heart and soul, but zuko didn't want that. he didn't let that happen. 

the walks in the palace gardens, eating every meal together, falling asleep in the library late into the night, watching over him while he sifted through documents in his study⸺ zuko made sure you were in each other's presence as often as possible. he later revealed it was advice from his dear friend sokka to make you fall in love with him. as silly as it was, his plan worked, and the two of you had been inseparable since then.

zuko was sprawled on the bed in your shared chambers, his eyes half-lidded as as he attempted to fight the sickness. you sat propped on the bed crooning down as your hand gingerly caressed his simmering face, “zuko,” you gently began, “you can't work today, I refuse to let you.” 

zuko’s eyes momentarily flashed open at the sternness behind your words, “but honey, the preparations for the Avatar delegation should be well underway. I can't let them down, I-I can't embarrass the Fire Nation.”

you shook your head, almost in disbelief at the pleading man under you, “my love, aang will understand if you're sick. I promise you, him and the rest of your friends care about your health and well-being as much as your wife does,” your hand came down to his heated cheek, swiping just under his burn as you gazed down upon him with the moon and the stars swimming through his eyes, “please, zuko. for my sake.”

zuko wasn't used to showing his weaknesses to anyone yet, but to be met with such care and affection made him feel safe, seen for once in his life. he nuzzled into your palm, feeling the most security he's ever felt, and brought his eyes to meet yours, “alright my love, I’ll stay in,” his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your palm, “but you must take care of me.” 

you giggled, a sound so sweet zuko felt his teeth begin to ache, “well of course my lord,” you peppered kisses all over his face, “I have to make sure you're well enough to produce that heir your advisors continue to press us about,” your lips landed on his, and pressed a longer kiss while your hands ran through the tangles of his hair.

his lips met yours with more fervor, sitting up to kiss you back into the pillows at the head of your bed. he clearly wasn't sick enough to miss the saccharine taste of your saliva combining with his, he breathlessly broke the kiss before tapping your foreheads together.

“my dearest wife,” the sheer closeness you shared had every breath one exhaled swallowed by the other before returning back, reminiscent of an experienced air bender, “wouldn't it would be wise for me to sweat out this fever? hm?” his lips nudged upwards to kiss your eyelid.

zuko's slyness didn't go unnoticed, but you let him have it. rarely do you get to see this almost boy-ish rendition of your responsible husband, why not indulge him?

he was already warmer than most, but the fever and the heat building up from his arousal had heat radiating off of your husband in waves. you accepted it, beginning to feel your skin perspirate in response. your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he began to tear off his robe. 

your fingers delicately danced along the damaged pink of his chest scar, contrasting with his pale skin. the tips of your fingers lightly pressed into it, eliciting a soft whimper from your husband. “I-I’m sensitive there,” you smirked into the kiss before nipping at his bottom lip, “I know.” 

your night gown was pulled up and over your head before being discarded to the floor. zuko all but groaned seeing you wore nothing under the garments, “you're going to be the death of me my love,” 

he descended on your neck, leaving no room between your bodies. zuko loved every part of you so deeply, he wanted nothing more than to live in your skin. to bind you both eternally, keeping you tethered forever. 

zuko suctioned his lips around your skin, leaving marks as his lips trailed down your body. the heat of your husband’s mouth was heightened by his sickness, leaving steam evaporating off of your body in wake of his lips. 

the fire lord was face to face with your cunt, pushing your knees back to watch how your pussy spread just for him, “so so beautiful… and it's all mine….” 

a swirl of crimson flames exited zuko's lips, aimed directly for your spread out form. as he exhaled, the frayed embers went down to your clit, flickering out just before they made contact with the bud. a full body shudder took over you. aroused by the flame, by the control he was exerting to tease you, to edge you without harming you in any way. 

he kept bending the fire at your cunt, watching your slick drip out and nearly evaporate by the dancing of the blaze. zuko was weirdly content knowing his flames had other uses outside of protecting the Fire Nation.

zuko extinguished the flames, used two of his digits to spread you open impossibly further and licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. a guttural moan escaped the both of you, zuko over the moon to be in between your legs. 

his mouth latched onto you, suctioning his lips in place around your pussy. zuko increased the temperature of his mouth, warming his tongue as he licked into you and swirled around your clit. your whole body was attuned to his touch, calibrated to the heat he emitted. every brush, every caress sent a jolt of warmth to radiate throughout the rest of your being.

you grabbed onto his cascading locks, anchoring yourself to him as a high pitched whine escaped you. twitching and clenching, zuko was magic with his mouth. he lapped up any of your juices that seeped out, treating the liquid like the finest aged liquor.

reluctantly, zuko removed his mouth from your cunt. he was panting mess as he looked up at you from his position on the bed. his amber eyes were blown out, his own lust-fueled high long from being over. he ran his hand through his tousled hair while his other hand travelled down to placate his aching dick, “you’re so breathtaking honey... I hope our babies look more like you than me,” 

you giggled before meeting his gaze, “I pray they’re the perfect mix of us both, I’d adore having a mini zuko running around.” the most genuine toothy grin broke out on zuko’s face before his bent down to kiss you once again. 

pumping his cock, your husband started to breath heavily into the kiss before lining up his tip at your entrance. as his warm shaft eased into you, a guttural moan ripped out from the depths of zuko’s soul, he keeled over into the crook of you neck, whimpering out a delicate “thank you….” before licking at the area of skin behind your ear.

“I-I hah- wish to stay this deep inside you forever,” three of his thick digits slid into your mouth, swirling around your tongue, coating them in your saliva before slinking down against his aching dick, sinking into your cunt to match his pistoning dick, “you can take so much of me- I feel like I’m melting…”

the steam evaporating off of his back was evaporating into the air and condensing on your sheets. soaking the bed while his dick was drenched by the warm wetness of your cunt. zuko propped you up from the pillows, pulling your body to be flush with his chest. his hips snapped up to meet the fat of your ass, angling his dick perfectly to scratch that sweet spot inside of you. 

a resonant moan ripped out of you in response, stopping the fire lord in his tracks out of fear of hurting you. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked to your face in search of an answer, only to see your blissful expression. he continued his thrusts, and lifted you up and down to meet his dick piercing into you. 

you were close, zuko could tell. he always loved observing your body in its most primal state. for months now, he’s taken note of every sign of pleasure from you. the way your walls clenched, your hairs stood up on end, your eyebrows began to draw together, and your pretty lips would part to let out tiny whimpers. a breathless, “I’m close-” from you confirmed zuko’s analysis.

flexing his bicep around your back to hold you in place, zuko fucked you at a relentless pace, his thighs turning red from the slapping of skin. your husband’s body was sweltering with heat, practically turning your chambers into a sauna with how much steam he was generating. "mmf- I’m close too my love god- Iloveyousomuch”  his forehead came down to meet yours, and with the stutter of his hips, you both came undone together.  

the heat of his seed filling you made you all warm inside, your pussy gripped at his dick to milk as much out of him as you could. panting, you broke the silence first, “I think your dick was made for me, O’ great Fire Lord,” 

zuko chuckled before kissing your temple, “I think I’ll have to agree my O’ so beautiful Lady.” 

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again. . . choso kamo

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

perv!choso x fem!reader, 927 words

warnings: chosos kinda weird, voyeurism, smut

not proofread!

as much as you wanted to leave that day behind, choso shamelessly showed up to the cafe just as he did before. no signs on his face indicating he was pumping you full in the back of the library just days before. 

on choso's end, he was craving more. having his fantasy materialize in front of him had his mind on overdrive. what else he could do with you? how far would you be willing to go with him?

a week later, you were locking up the cafe when a dark silhouette met your eyes. you were momentarily startled before your eyes adjusted to darkness as choso approached you. he began speaking from the depths of his black hoodie, “hey uh,” he nervously slid his hand up the back of his neck, “I can't stop thinking about y’know… what we did…”  his voice got quiet and he stared down at his shoes, “i-if you ever need me again ahem just let me know,” the last of his words trailed off as he sauntered away to his car. 

finding him weirdly endearing, you thought on his offer for a couple days. you were unsure of whether it would be appropriate at first, but you were someone with needs and you had a needy boy who could fuck like an animal. everyone deserves to indulge in a guilty pleasure or two.

and so began an arrangement of sorts. every time your fingers weren't satisfying you enough, you’d wait until the next day, awaiting the bell jingling as choso came in on time once again. 

he'd come up to order, but refuse to maintain eye contact with you. sheepish, which you found strange considering him previously being balls deep in you. but alas, you brushed it off. 

he got his routinely order of a medium roast black coffee and went to sit in his assigned corner. when his order was ready, you brought it to him. as he grabbed the other side of the mug, your fingers would linger on his, caressing the pale skin with a feather touch. you'd watch the blush spread across his body and that's when he'd finally look up at you, eyes brows furrowed together in confusion at first, followed by a quick realization.

the mess of sloppy kisses and wet noises reverberating off the windows of his car quickly followed after your shift ended. sometimes he'd be too impatient, placing you on his lap and pistoning into you in his car with his clothes half discarded. other times he’d have enough self-restraint to take you back to his place before he fucked you. 

this was your implicitly agreed upon arrangement for a while. you felt content having such a pretty boy at your disposal, and he relished in the fact that you owned him. it was a picture-perfect symbiotic relationship.

so when a notification popped up on your train ride home one day, asking if he could take you to the movies, you were shocked. was there more to this relationship you weren’t seeing? did he like you like… that? was it another one of his kink things? regardless, who’d say no to a free movie. you shot a quick message back to him and got off at your stop, now having something to look forward to for the weekend.

you knew something was amiss from the second you and choso attempted to squeeze yourself into the packed train car. your chests were pressed together, the hardness of his muscles contrasting against the plush of your boobs.

the proximity of your entire body sent blood coursing through choso’s entire being. he reached for you almost subconsciously, slipping his hand under your skirt, cupping the outside of your panties. not to finger fuck you, no... your cunt was too reverent to be seen by the useless heathens on the train that would never appreciate you, never worship you like choso could. instead, his digits basked in the heat radiating off your pussy, edging closer to finally touch, just to graze past. 

he found himself using his spatial awareness to remember your cunt. he first sees it all swollen with his cum dripping out, just like how it looks after he's done bucking into you. or another version where it's sopping wet, clenching and gaping at the mere idea of choso prodding and licking at you. yea... and then you'd take your fingers and spread yourself open for choso to see before he ate you out like his life depended on it.

choso tried to ground himself, he really did. his nose in the crook of you shoulder, inhaling your scent and letting it drown him. but it was all too much. in a weird mix of trying not to cum while being entirely too horny at his own fantasies, choso shuddered hard, biting down on your shoulder to conceal his moans as he pulled his hand away. 

you looked down at his pants, nothing there. but he was a panting mess on your shoulder, you whispered in his ear “choso… did you just dry orgasm?” another shudder ran through him at your lewd words, “m-mhm… hah- fuck…” 

your eyelids fluttered shut as his heated breath danced across your neck before he whispered again, “I need you baby… I wanna fuck you, please… please,” he rubbed himself against you, enough to relieve some pressure without being obvious to the other train-goers, “imagine how good you’d feel filled up all the way to…” his fingers tip-toed up your stomach, stopping just below your navel, “here.”

you clenched at his lewdness, the movie wouldn't be that good, right? you grabbed his hand and got off at the next stop. pulling him into a secluded alleyway to make good on his promise. 

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i shall return soon.... pinky promise 😸 finals are next week so pls bare with me 🫩

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fantasy. . . choso kamo

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

(header art by @/hanamisoo_ on twt!)

perv!choso x fem!reader, 1.9k words

warnings: chosos kinda weird, voyeurism, smut, pet names... (I usually hate them but just trust me...)

a/n: inspired by a tiktok i saw ages ago that i cant find for the life of me, bone apple teeth!

not proofread!

it started when you began to work at a cafe.

you noticed this quiet guy in the back, very reserved and particular. he’d come in every day right when the cafe opened, secure his usual spot, and order the same drink.

he didn't do anything overtly special, and yet, his presence was still intriguing. so you watched him.

watched him nibble on the eraser of his singular mechanical pencil when he was stumped on a question. watched how his nose scrunched when he was frustrated, morphing his face tattoo, and watched how he looked at you.

you'd be silly not to notice the brooding man's eyes sparkle a little more when he ordered his drinks from you. you saw the way he stared at you, how his eyes raked over your body, scanning you to conjure an image in his memory to keep.

you liked the worship, being propped on a pedestal to look down upon all others. your ability to rouse such a reaction out of the man had you feeling confident— brazen even. you began to intentionally adjust yourself when you noticed his gaze linger. maybe you’d bend down more often to let your ass poke out your uniform, or even pull your hair back to keep your chest on full display. unbeknownst to him, you were the one in charge.

outside the cafe, you'd see him all around town, often in a black outfit with his hood obscuring his face from view. his slouched frame was always distinguishable though, so you never had issue with identifying him. he'd stop to pet the stray cats in the street, and buy kids ice cream at the convenience store. at times like these you felt identical to him, observing his body and analyzing his movements. 

you had just walked into the library when his shrouded figure in the far corner caught your eye. attempting to maintain as much composure as possible,  you take a seat a couple seats down from him without acknowledging the man—  made easy by the headphones blaring music into your ears. you already felt his gaze shift to you as he slightly perked up, hyperaware of you.

pulling out your laptop, you got to work on an essay that was due in a couple of hours. every time you felt his stare drift over to you, you'd make some sort of movement— putting on a performance for him to mentally absorb. 

and he react every time, based on what you could see from your periphery. sometimes his leg would tap a little faster, other times he'd chew on the end of his pencil, another time his hand dragged down his face after running through his hair as if he couldn't believe you were real. it was so reverential, he truly could not contain his otherworldly levels of adoration, of obsession for every fiber of your being.

and every so often he'd get up and beeline to the bathroom, excusing himself for upwards of 10 minutes at a time. pervert.

the number of library goers eventually dwindled as the hours passed, and soon it was only the two of you in the back of the library. you paused the music playing in your ears as you took a break from your work so you could doomscroll in peace. before you could even open one of the plethora of time wasting apps you have, you heard panting. initially, you froze, but then it dawned on you, the cafe mystery man is the only other person in this part of the library right now. 

you slightly maneuvered your head for a better look in your periphery without taking your eyes off your computer screen and there he was: cheek on the wooden table in front of him as his arm seemed to move in repeated up and down motions under the desk. 

his eyes were trained on you, shamelessly staring you down as his cock grew below the table at his own ministrations. he wasn't containing his lust anymore, his want was unrestrained. the perverse man was genuinely touching himself right in front of you.

“hah- you're so pretty when you're focused,” you were able to make out beyond the muffle of your headphones. his bicep tensed then, he must've been squeezing his dick in a failed attempt to control himself.

there's no way he isn't doing this on purpose you thought to yourself. why else would he wait until there's no one else around and spend all his time staring you down instead of working? you took your headphones off, and placed them down before you looked over at him. 

his hand immediately freezes when he's caught. but once your eyes are locked with his, he continues, “nngh- now you're l-looking at me, fuck,” his mouth opens in silent cries as drool lands on the table, “I could cum right now, “

his unabashed horniness caught you off guard, you at least expected him to feel a sense of embarrassment, shock even. but no, just openly slutting around. 

“shouldn't I at least know your name before you jerk off to me?” 

he shuddered as you spoke, your voice eliciting a reaction from him. “i-it's choso, fuck this is even better ah- than I imagined,” his hand never left the crotch of his sweatpants while he spoke to you, focused on his pleasure.

imagined? he was thinking about you this way? no, he has been thinking about you that way? in any other situation you would be appalled and disgusted, police likely called, but his dedication to being turned on by nothing but your presence had heat rushing through your body. “so you've been fantasizing about me? ever since you saw me at the cafe?” 

“y-yeah, I’msorry I couldn't help myself,” he sat up then, spreading his legs wider while his pleading, downturned eyes held contact with yours through his mess of hair. a small helpless grin broke out on his face as he reveled in your stare. “you're just so, so fucking beautiful,” 

you started to perspire at the sincerity of his words, “w-well ahem what else have you fantasized about then, hm?” choso shivered before responding, “hngh- I wanted to watch you… touch yourself, please?” he bashfully said as he looked down, he only seemed to be embarrassed when it came to speaking to you directly. 

you decided to oblige, for no other reason but to indulge the sorry man in front of you. pushing your chair back, you did a quick survey of the surrounding area to make sure no one was around you both. after confirming the coast was clear, you shimmied your skirt up your body and slid your panties down.

hooking one leg over the chair arm, you clenched around nothing as the draft of air in the library greeted your pussy. choso was practically salivating now, eyes completely engrossed on the hue of red and the heady scent emanating from your core. his dick was sitting in his waistband, straining to be let free while he watched your glistening cunt. 

your fingers slinked down the front of your body until they landed comfortably on your pussy lips. you spread them, then looked back up to watch choso’s reaction as your middle finger circled your clit. 

he knawed on his lip, barely able to retrain himself at the sight of his personal holy grail. you were a spectacle of sin, a goddess. seeing your body contort as you writhed in pleasure went beyond any fantasy he had conjured up. seeing your two central fingers plunge into your heat was all choso had to see before he realized he needed more, watching wasn’t nearly enough. 

“lemme just.. lemme just taste you,” he incoherently mumbled before slipping out of his chair and dropping to his knees. he desperately crawled over to you and yanked your chair forward to immediately plunge his tongue deep into your cunt while locking your legs in place near your ears. the muscle curved upwards inside of you while his lips sucked around your clit, choso took a deep inhale of the heat radiating off of your core, drunk on the scent of your pleasure.

he was ravenous, but still skilled— handling your pussy with care. he licked like he had a perfect map of your sweet spots, prodding at every nerve with precision. when you squealed out in response, trying (and failing) to quell your moans by running from the pleasure, he followed after you— his mouth desperate to latch back onto your pussy, “don’t leave me baby…” he mumbled out before diving back into your folds.

“I need… need more… “ choso’s pointer and middle finger on each hand traveled from your thighs to simultaneously plunge into your cunt, stretching out your hole. he opened you up to trail his tongue along your spongy walls, gathering every drop of arousal with his tongue and swallowing, “I can’t get enough of you…” 

it didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash into you, your hand flying over your mouth to muffle your cries. choso savored every twitch of your pussy, gulping down your juices. your lower back was screaming in pain as you jerked around in the chair, but choso was too far gone, too focused on chasing his desire. he pulled his boxers down enough just to let his cock spring free, the tip red and angry from enduring all the teasing. choso was panting, his face wet from your slick and he began to mumble again through his horny haze, “can I fuck you…please?” he gripped his cock and slid it against your folds, letting it get caught under your hood as he dazedly continued, “mommy…can I call you that too? can I be good for you mommy?”

you weakly nodded and choso didn't hesitate to plummet straight into you. his dick angled itself so, so deeply in you as his balls slapped the bottom half of your pussy. the man pistoned his dick in and out of you with such vigor, you thought his dick was gonna come out your throat. 

choso had you in a violent mating press, fucking you within an inch of your life, “fuckkkkk ch-choso you’re so ngh- deep!” your words only encouraged him to go harder, “a-am I doing good mommy? please hah- say I’m doing good!”

you clenched around his dick, sucking him back in whenever he deliriously called you mommy, without another thought you squealed out a response, “yes d-daddy! youre fucking me ‘sho g-good!” you slurred out as your vision blurred. 

choso keeled over in response, pausing momentarily to stop himself from cumming early, “h-holy shit…” he whined out. “k-keep hah- calling me that…”

the two of you went back and forth, the pet names rolling off of your tongues as he pumped into you. each word of praise brought choso closer and closer to the edge, his fantasy nearly fully realized. it’s only when you bring your hands around choso’s neck to crash your lips together and exchange saliva that you feel his hips start to move irregularly, “ah- I-I’m close mommy, c-can I cum inside p-please?” 

“shit! choso, c-cum inside me daddy- fill me up!”  with your foreheads touching, choso pounded into you only a few more times before you felt the warm sensation of his cum saturating your walls triggering your own release. his jaw dropped into a silent gasp for air, and you brought your lips to his again, rendering him breathless.

his dick softened inside of you and he eventually pulled out, watching his cum follow out of your gaping hole, “it’s gonna go to waste…let me clean you up,” choso quietly got back down on his knees and slurped the concoction of his cum and your wetness out of your puffy cunt like it was second nature.

“just like I imagined…” he breathlessly said with an awry grin plastered to his face.

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finally cleaned up my more casual acc for ideas n stuff

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customer. . . choso kamo

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

drabble, perv!choso x fem!reader, 870 words

warnings: chosos kinda weird, kinda voyeurism, smut

not proofread!

every day you walked to the front counter around the same time, cinching the waist of your apron. your hair was pulled back and out of the way, allowing choso to get the best view of your face, and he committed it to memory.

ever since you started working at his favorite cafe, he had even more of an incentive to go. though, he never worked up the courage to talk to you— simply observing you was enough.

he'd watch how you'd make different expressions when talking to customers compared to your coworkers. he'd notice how your eyebrows shot up when you laughed, and the alignment of your teeth when you smiled. he’d grin to himself watching the grip of your knuckles on the counter when dealing with a particularly bad customer. he observed you, took note of you, and kept it all to himself.

and when he went home, back to the safe and judgment free confines of his apartment, he'd touch himself. his hand would caress the back of his neck as he remembered your nape. his fingers would pause at his chest and flick at his nipples remembering how your boobs filled your uniform. and the base of his dick would feel a squeeze every time he remembered you bending over to pick something up.

it never took him that long to finish to the thought of you. he'd sit there, basking in the memories of your body afterwards— content but not yet satisfied. the real thrill came from going to the cafe the next day, boldly ordering his drink from you as if he wasn't just jerking off to the thought of you. and you'd never even know of his perverse nature.

eventually, he wanted more— no, he needed more. he had just came again, and started to wonder how it would feel to have a materialized way to remember you during his sessions. a picture maybe, or a video. just something to constantly look back to.

the next day, he watched again. and when a particularly bright smile decorated your face, he took a picture. it was quick, subtle— opting to use the volume button instead of manually pressing to seem as inconspicuous as possible. you were radiant, beautiful, the object of his desires.

so he felt all the hornier at the chance to defile you. a constant reminder of your beautiful face, not having to flit through his memories to remember a specific detail. now he could imagine you there with him, leaning over his shoulder to whisper in his ear, "what the fuck…? you're jerking off to me when I don't even know who you are?”

a shudder travelled down his spine at his imagination, fisting his cock harder at the thought of you. he responded in kind to the visualization, “I-I couldn't ngh help myself,” his tongue lolled out of his mouth, “I like haa- being so horny for y-you,” he can barely get the words out, stuttering over himself as his hips came to meet his fist while he tugged at his dick. he was close, but there was something else missing, one last push to send him over the edge.

looking back at your photo one more time, he zooms in appreciating your beauty once again. bringing his phone closer and closer to his face to get a better look. before he realizes it, he's licking at his screen. sloppily making out with your photo.

“mmmh you taste so good…” he narrated as his tongue left his mouth to lick a stripe up the screen before putting his lips together to suction at the device. he swirled his tongue on the screen and eventually pulled away, a string of saliva following suit.

in a fit of lust, choso brought your image down to his dick, sliding the slippery screen against his member. he fucked his phone, rubbing his cock against the glass surface. moans poured out of him, a slight whimper escaping every time a vein on his shaft grazed against the overhang of his case. every time his dick slid over your face he felt a jolt of pleasure buzz through him.

he envisioned the cafe then, whipping his dick out in public and shamelessly jerking off. uncaring of onlookers, he'd tug on his cock, locking eyes as he stood in front of you. groaning as you’d just sit there and watch.

choso wondered what expression you might make. digust? delight maybe? knowing you had this much control over someone who you never personally interacted with would probably do something to your psyche— he loved that. he loved how depraved he would become, a morally corrupt pervert at the hands of you.

ribbons of cum emptied out onto choso’s phone screen, covering your picture. he twitched imagining cumming on you in real life too, you'd look even prettier with a part of him on you.

it's only after he restores his breathing that he brought his phone up to his mouth and licked the cum off of his screen. he had to keep you clean of course, couldn't let his muse be soiled by his own release.

choso was a mess of a man— corrupted in his mind, all for you, and you would never know.

[retrievablememories]

while everyone's tripping over themselves to defend the white man with tourette's screaming slurs at black people all night, I'd like to remind folks of some of the mentally ill/disabled black people who received no such grace while having mental health episodes or simply existing

Who is Jordan Neely, the man killed in NYC subway chokehold death?

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speakeasy. . . higuruma hiromi

lawyer!higuruma x fem!reader, 4.0k words

warnings: smut

a/n: HAPPY DADAMAN ANIME DEBUTTTTT (ive been waiting for years for him so bone apple teeth <3)

not proofread!

the dim red light of the speakeasy cast a faint glow on all the patrons there that night. including an exhausted hiromi who held his head in one hand and a glass in the other.

work always drained hiromi, constantly taking on near impossible cases has practically worn his hair thin. the only thing that got him through the week was the promise of his sacred speakeasy that he frequented every friday and the burn of the whiskey that currently slipped down his throat.

it was his refuge, a sort of safe space before hiromi inevitably returned home and continued to work on cases for the entire weekend. then he'd do it all again, repeating the same routine when he trudged into work on monday. 

routines were good though, kept hiromi grounded in his chaotic career. but he can't deny himself the occasional kink in his carefully set out rope of life. perhaps a person comes up to him at the bar. some make great company, others drone on and on at a pathetic attempt to get into his pants. sometimes he gives in, yet he never truly finds himself satisfied. and, once again, a new cycle repeats. 

his sunken eyes rise from the bar counter as he feels the air next to him shift. a feminine figure conveniently took a seat directly next to him. her face is shrouded by the shadows until he lifts his head and sees the red lights wash over her. 

you had an air of sharpness, as if you were constantly observing your surroundings. not in a jittery way, but comfortable. as if you were assessing everyone in the room. your eyes landed on hiromi’s and held eye contact for a second before you turned away and signaled to the bartender to order a drink.

“I’ll have what hes having,” you said as you nodded your head towards hiromi’s direction. the bartender swiftly walked away as he got started on your drink. you swiveled your head back around to the disparaged lawyer beside you, “so, what's got you so worn out?”

hiromi slightly recoils at your directness before catching a look at his reflection in his phone screen and seeing that he does, in fact, look as exhausted as he feels. sighing he responds in his baritone voice, “I’m a lawyer, these eyebags are practically my uniform,” 

the reverberation of his voice sends a current through your veins, warming you up before the alcohol you ordered could. you chuckled at his banter, amused before volleying the conversation back, “not those pretentious, high class ones though,”  she begins, “you at least seem to care enough to lose sleep over your clients.”   hiromi sits up a bit straighter at her acknowledgement. a sense of contentment bloomed in his chest.  it's moments like these- no, people like you that remind him his grueling schedule is worth it. a caffeine addiction is a small price to pay for his clients to finally achieve justice, even when it seems impossible. “thank you. I appreciate it, genuinely.” a small smile appeared on his lips and you felt proud knowing you were chipping away at his walls. 

he reached his hand out, “the names hiromi,” you also introduced yourself as your hands connected with a firm handshake that you could tell has been honed over the years. the longer you observed him, the more you noticed about him. the elongated and hooked nature of his nose, how he runs his hands through his hair as a way to ground himself, that he actually has an air of confidence to his job.

he was intriguing, and incredibly handsome. to hiromi, you were a welcome change to the company he usually keeps at this bar. maybe you could be the wrench thrown into the repetitive cogs of his life. 

you two continued to talk for what felt like hours.  conversation flowed between you both as if you'd been acquainted for years until a particularly jazzy song came on. you rose to your feet and locked eyes with hiromi’s tired ones. grabbing his hand, you pulled him onto the dance floor before he could refuse.  

you lost yourself in the music, your hips swaying to the tempo and hiromi doing his best to follow your lead. you experimentally ground your ass into him, and the front of his body came to be flush against you. you found yourself wholly ensnared by him, your bodies intertwined as the music cascaded through your eardrums. his arms came around you then, making the already invisible space negligible. the sensation entirely too intimate for two strangers. yet, hiromi brought you a weird sense of familiarity.

the sultry song died down and the bustle of the dance floor began to simmer. hiromi spun you around to face him. looking down at you, his naturally low eyes sat even lower. he began to steadily trail down his gaze to your lips.

the distance between your faces was trivial, enough that the breeze of his exhale tickled your upper lip. his hands ever so lightly traced the small of your back, the hairs on your body standing tall in response. 

hiromi sank his face towards you then, narrowly skating past your lips. instead, the tip of his aquiline nose nudged against your heated cheeks. he continued to place honeyed kisses all across your face, intaking his breath just a little stronger every time his nose ghosted past your lips.  

his head landed in the crook of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer while he peppered light kisses to the base of your neck, feathering all the way down to your collarbone before nipping at your soft skin with his teeth.

“you-” he began, slightly out of breath, “you don't even know what you're doing to me,” hiromi took a deep inhale, intoxicated on the scent of you. you were stronger than any whiskey this bar has ever served him, a tall glass of seduction— and he was willing to get drunk on you.

“so forward…” you breathlessly giggled as you crooned your neck to give the man more surface area to mark up. “well what are you waiting for?”

in a whirlwind hiromi grabbed your hand and guided you back to the bar to collect his bearings. he attractively nodded to the bartender to put your drink on his tab before downing your order of whisky and slightly cringing from the burn. he whipped you around and placed a quick kiss on your lips, his tongue briskly swiping against your bottom lip to let you taste the whiskey in his breath. 

when he breaks away you see him genuinely smile for the first time in the short instance you've known him. his eyebrows finally releasing some tension from being held in a constant scowl. the faint smile lines near his mouth are a spectacle to you, reminding you that he's still a human behind all the lawyer work he does.

hand still in hand, he rushes you both out the front door of the speakeasy and hails the first cab he sees. he rattles off his address to the cab driver before turning back to you. hiromi’s eyes rake over you, reveling in your beauty. 

his eyes land back on your lips before he grabs your chin and guides you in for a chaste kiss. chaste until you grab the back of his gelled hair to bring him closer to you. your tongue danced with his, exchanging the aftertaste of alcohol on his breath.

his hands roamed all over your body, the appendages leaving a buzz that penetrated your skin in wake of their every movement. the tip of his fingers grazed over the waistband of your panties underneath your dress, teasing the possibility of more.

you broke the kiss to look up at him and sound a whimper so quiet, so desperate, that hiromi felt he had to take care of you right then and there. with no hesitation his hand slipped up your dress and slinked into your engorged folds. hot and wet, higuruma could feel the sin dripping off of you, “jesus christ woman, “ he quietly groaned into your ear, “you’re gonna kill me,”

hiromi’s fingers dragged through your cunt, drawing a reaction out of you. like he wanted you to chase him. his thick middle finger languidly slipped into your core, eliciting your eyes to roll back to the ceiling of the car and your nails to dig into the lawyer's forearm. he leisurely pushed the digit in and drew out so so slowly, panting all the while. before a moan ripped out of you, hiromi's hand lightly wrapped around your neck to adjust your lips to meet his, he swallowed your pleas and cries before whispering into your ear, “we have to be quiet baby, can't let anyone hear your pretty moans except me…”

he pulled his finger out of you and brought it up to his lips where he licked all of your juices off of the digit, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time, “you taste sweet,” you shuddered at the action, desperately needing to feel full. 

the driver stopped and cleared his throat, signaling your arrival at hiromi's place. the man pulled out a few fifty dollar bills and placed them on the front console thanking the driver. hiromi shot out the door to briskly walk over and open your door for you. he scooped you out the car, shutting the door with one hand and dragged you inside behind him. a doorman attempted to nod toward hiromi, but the determination in the lawyer's face had him breezing past anything in his path to devouring you. 

the doors to the elevator opened and he rushed you both inside before gently lowering you to the floor and pressing the button I'll see for the top floor. his lean frame caged you into the wall, enveloping himself in the heat radiating off of you.

he buried his nose into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent, “hiromi~” you breathlessly mewled as his arm came to rest around your waist and yank your bodies flush together.

before hiromi lost his nerve and had you both charged for public indecency, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to unveil a singular door to his penthouse. 

he shakily keyed in his house code and slammed the door open, pulling you after him. throwing off his suit jacket and removing both of your shoes, hiromi only made it a couple steps past his entrance before he swung your body around to meet his and ravenously kissed you like a man starved.

it was messy, sloppy, hurried, and exactly what you both needed. hiromi felt like he'd die if you didn't ease the ache of his want. you broke the kiss to catch your breath momentarily, and he pressed your foreheads together, unable to stay away from you for even a second. 

his lips traveled then, waiting for you to gather air into your lungs. first it was on the tip of your nose, then your cheek, temple, the shell of your ear, and finishing by your neck, sucking particularly hard to leave a hickey while his nose tickled you. 

you tilted your head at the sensation, letting a light moan escape. he rested his head on your shoulder, letting his weight collapse onto you before turning his head to lock gazes with you. the pulse of your hear thumped against his forehead, sending a current through his body to sync with his. 

the both of you stayed like this for a moment. so close, so intimate. never before had you felt so naked in the presence of another while fully clothed. 

the connection between you both ran deeper, than anything hiromi had ever been used to in the past. the passon was electric, he needed to keep you with him, he'd rather die than let this be another one off fuck.

“y/n,” he panted out, “I need you, and I think you need me too,” his finger tips grazed your hip before landing on the plush of your ass and squeezing, earning a barely there moan from you. “no, I know you want me too, more than just a one night stand,” he hooked one of your legs around his body, watching your dress hike up before he stood up straight. 

hiromi’s thick fingers slinked up to your lips, parting them before his fingers danced with your tongue. your lips wrapped around his digits, sucking and twisting your tongue to wet his fingers. “dear god…” he pulled his fingers from your mouth and slipped them into his own mouth, mixing your saliva together. the digits then trickled down, down, down to the lace of your panties, pushing the fabric aside he easily slipped into your heat once again, groaning at the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you at a languid pace. “you’re still so wet love, do I turn you on this much? make you this horny?“

you whined out at his ministrations, “hiromi ah-~” barely able to stand. your hips moved in tandem with his fingers, pursuing the stimulation. 

he drew his fingers from your cunt, sucking on his digits once again, maintaining complete eye contact with you as he devoured every last drop of your arousal, “hah… I need more,”

hiromi hoisted you up into his arms carrying you to his couch located in front of his high rise windows facing out to the city skyline. 

the dim moonlight basked over your bodies through the windows as the stars decorated the sky. jazzy music began to dimly play through his home as hiromi unbuttoned his shirt and ripped off his tie.

the lawyer lowered himself to place a chaste kiss on your lips before turning you around and kissing between your hickory shoulder blades. as hiromi's fingers worked to unzip your backless dress, he trailed pecks down your back and licked all the way back up your spine once the dress slipped off her satin skin. 

hiromi turned you over then, salivating at the richness of your skin in the moonlight. your beauty always struck him, you were unreal, divine even. as if you could only be an otherworldly being.

the smooth curve of your breasts were interrupted by the sharp peaks of her nipples. hiromi descended on them, licking and sucking with barely contained ardor. 

every action he made in your body was so delicate, yet tender, nearly promissory. he wanted to consume you as passionately as possible, sure to savor every part of your body.

your back is pushed onto the couch cushions and your lower half is yanked towards the man now kneeled onto the floor. his spiky hair now tousled in every which way, gel ruined by the beads of sweat that now began to roll down his skin. the few undone buttons of his shirt gave way to the lean muscles of his abdomen. his abs glistened and tensed as he exhaled when he raked his eyes over your topless form.   

shimmying your dress off your body, he lowers himself to be face to face with your panty-clad pussy. he inhales deeply, nuzzling right into the thick and heady scent of your arousal. his nose prodded at your clit, causing you a jolt in response. “I’ve been waiting all night to taste you properly,” the bass in his voice was vibrating through you. his normally lackadaisical nature was amplified by how aroused he was.  

hiromi blows on your clothed pussy, watching how the cool air makes you constrict around nothing. more arousal seeps out, soaking your panties even more. his elongated tongue licks a stripe up your slit and your back arches in direct response as you mewl out hiromi’s name. his tongue stops at your protruding clit and circles the bud, watching how well you respond to his ministrations. 

hiromi tears your panties off and groans at the sight of your throbbing core, squeezing his hardening cock to maintain his composure. your pussy was so red, completely engorged, and slick. he takes a deep inhale, as if he could smell pheromones radiating off of you. he involuntarily bucks into the front of the couch in front of him and harshly spits onto your cunt, lazily spreading the saliva around with his thumb. “look how pretty your pussy is…” he places a kiss to your folds, “and it’s all mine…” he latched his lips to your clit and starts sucking. 

hiromi moans at your taste, using his forearms to latch your thighs closer to his head. he couldn't get enough of you and how sweet you taste. his nose would continuously poke at your clit for added stimulation as he drowned in the scent of your arousal. 

your back presses into the couch, trying to pull away from how much stimulation he was giving you. a loud whine rips out of you as he continues to greedily eat your cunt. hiromi takes this as an incentive to lightly nip and bite at your clit, immediately following it with his two central fingers plowing into your cunt.

“ohmygod-” you barely manage to get out in between heavy breaths and moans. you could feel him smirk against your folds as he continued to suck on your pulsating core.

with the addition of one more finger, you feel the familiar sensation forming at the pit of your stomach. squirming as you try to stop yourself from fucking his face to reach your high, higuruma pulls you closer and loosens his grip on your thighs, inviting you to rut into his mouth. 

removing his leftover hand from your thigh completely, he skillfully unzips his trousers and lets his aching dick free. his fingers dance over his flushed cockhead causing him to shudder into you. 

your hazy gaze shifted downwards from the sudden loss of contact to your thigh. seeing his vigorous movements and how desperate he was to cum while eating you out was enough to send you over the edge.

“ohhh fuckfuckfuck-” your orgasm ripped through you. hiromi removed his fingers from your core so he could taste your cum as it seeped out of you, lapping up every drop that he could. his now free and slick fingers found solace on your clit and vigorously rubbed to get more cum out of you.

your eyes welled up from the pleasure crashing through your body, writhing around from the overstimulation. it was too much. hiromi knew this too, but his lust couldn't be contained when it came to you.

the lawyer stiffened his tongue and fucked into your slick entrance. his large nose would brush past the underside of your clit every time he moved towards you. he even ripped his hand away from tugging on his thick cock so he could hold your thighs from inching away. he couldn’t get enough of your saccharine arousal. 

with tears slipping down your face and your thighs shaking from the overstimulation, you let out a cry of desperation with your jaw hung slack. one more brush of his nose had you erupting into hiromi’s mouth. he lapped it all up as best as he could, unwilling to let any of your cum escape  him..

the kitten licks to your pussy prompted black dots to cloud your vision. one more slurp of your juices made your body completely limp as your vision dissipated. hiromi noticed the sudden loss of struggle and detached from your cunt. he stood up from the floor and took in how lethargic you looked sitting in a pool of your own squirt. staring at you, he takes his fingers into his mouth and harshly sucks at your fluids that stuck to his digits. dragging his wet fingers down your abdomen, hiromi leans down to your face and presses a few chaste kisses in an attempt to wake you up. 

“wake up baby… I know I overdid it but, you just tasted so good…” never in his life did hiromi think he would find something more addictive than coffee. he could drown in your pussy if you let him, keep his head in place by locking your thighs around him. 

your eyes were hooded, as hiromi woke you up. as you regained your senses, hiromi lifted you up onto his lap after ditching his slacks. he held you close for a second, enveloping you with warmth, “do you still want to continue? I don’t want to hurt you love…” instead of answering,  you maneuvered your sopping cunt down onto hiromi’s thigh. an experimentally slow grind caused hiromi’s eyes to darken. he was in awe of you, of how desperate you were. the lust filled man experimentally tensed and relaxed his thigh to elicit a reaction out of her, watching and noting your reactions, scanning your expressions like he would a client. 

hiromi wanted to comprehend every fiber of your being. he had to know what made you feel good, how far he could push your goddess like body, how to coax as much out of you as you were willing to give him. he needed to keep you in his life, embed you into his routine.

hiromi’s hand slinked down his abs to palm his aching dick at your movements. when you quickened your pace, he grabbed onto your waist to stop you. controlling your grinding to a lecherously slow pace. all the while he watched you. his sunken eyes locked onto your eyes, then your pussy, watching the wet trail you left. 

hiromi lifted you off of his thigh, watching the string of your slickness follow. he pumped his cock a couple times before lining it up with your entrance. he eased you down onto his dick, the both of you gasping at his raw connection to your walls.  

hiromi began to slowly fuck into you, rolling his hips upwards to meet yours. there was no fervor, he was making love to your body. you moaned out at how deep you could feel him. every time his hips moved upwards he stretched you out in a way that felt full.

he was barely keeping it together, the alcohol in his system warming him up along with the heat of your cunt. he would’ve released already, but he had to savor the moment. turning your body, he had your pussy facing the skyline, open and exposed for the stars to see. 

he sat upwards and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you and rendering you nearly immobile. his touch was surprisingly tender considering he was stretching you just below your arms. he snapped his hips upwards, once, twice, three times until his particular angle had your eyes bulging and left you gasping for air, “found it…” he muttered before he returned to grinding his hips upwards. and the end of the motion he would flick his hips upward to pierce the sensitive spot inside of you. 

“you're practically leaking all over me love…” he whispered into your ear before kissing the trunk of your neck. the tip of his nose grazed against your cheek, “can I cum inside you? hm?” he sounded almost cute, begging to leave his seed deep inside your cunt, “it’ll go all the way…” his fingers glided down your stomach and pressed down when his hips snapped upward again, “...here. you’d like that, wouldn't you?”  weakly nodding, hiromi hugged you to him tight, pistoning upwards to chase both of your highs, “go ahead beautiful, show the whole city how you look when you cum.” 

hiromi emptied his cum into you, his first real sense of release outside of those tedious hookups he’d subject himself to. he was devoted to you now, no other woman could ever compare. 

your eyes fluttered shut as a moan barrelled out of you, you felt his dick unload his seed into you and begin to leak out your overly sensitive pussy. “mmmm hiromi~” basking in the pleasure of your orgasm, you craned your head around to lick into his mouth, locking your lips for a passionate, slow kiss. 

a flicker of life appeared in hiromi’s eyes when your gazes met. he was already planning on making you a new cog in his routine, a new piece of the puzzle to ease his taxing schedule. and after cumming within an inch of your life, you would happily take that offer.

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I KNOW DADAAAAA

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freakiest . . . jabber wonger

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

unistudent!jabber x fembodied!reader, 2.6k words

warnings: smut, slight masochist tendencies, reader is kinda mean lol

not proofread!

jabber was starting to get to you.

ever since that phone call, you spent hours staring at your ceiling trying to make sense of what exactly that exchange was. only a day or two had passed and he was still fucking with your brain. it wasn't until a particularly lonely night came around that you found your fingers experimentally crawling toward your phone and “accidentally” calling him again. and again. and again. to the point that it became a routine.

you used to be an attentive student, typically doing well in your classes. ever since you and jabber revved this askew relationship up again, you were falling behind. overly eager to chase the next high you felt from hurling inglorious verbal wounds on jabber.

you were supposed to be broken up, but now you couldn't let him go. no, you wouldn't let him go. he became your very own addiction, separate from all his creations. 

while you did want to branch out from him, you also weren't sure if these new… tendencies were going to stick to you for the foreseeable future. would your next future partner be willing to have venomous words spat at them mid stroke? you severely doubted that.

so you stayed and indulged, delving into as much debauchery you could handle. call after call, you would bring him completion, hang up, and finish yourself off. you would never grant him the pleasure of seeing your pleasure. that is, until his audible pleas were no longer enough to satisfy you. the mental image and sound of jabber's whining alone weren't enough to satiate your hunger, you needed more— see just how fucked up he was for you and you for him. 

as your fingers dipped into your soaked cunt, you dragged your fingers in and out, trying to cum after your recent call with jabber. but you felt the high begin to subside before your orgasm could ever surface. 

you pulled your fingers out of you, drying them on a towel on your bed. your lust filled mind had you typing out jabbers contact name before you could even register:

“address.”

within seconds the typing bubble popped up, sending his apartment address to you. dressing up in record time, you bolted out the door and got an Uber to jabber's apartment. 

several minutes later, the solution to your insatiability was mere feet in front of you. you knock on jabber’s door, your foot tapping as you impatiently ache for him. 

jabber languidly opened the door, propping his hand up on the door frame to cage in your frame. “miss me already?” a grin stretched across his face as he looked down at you, amused by your desperation. “don't look at me like that,” you scoffed, pushing past him into his apartment. 

he closed the front door behind you and couldn't even utter a word before he found himself backed against the same door. the hairs on his arm stood tall, awaiting your next move. “look,” you began, "you're not normal. and— and I couldn't stand you after that first time,” you took a step closer, the heat radiating off your body warmed him up, “but now… now you've fucked me up,”  

a low chuckle slipped out of jabber, but he let you continue, “a—and now I can't even cum anymore because you're all in my fucking head,” your finger jabbed at his temple, causing his head to sway as you belittled him, “I swear I can't stand you, but… the thought of you getting off to anyone else fucking nauseates me,” 

“oh?” jabber’s grin seemed to grow impossibly wider, “so what are ya gonna do about it sweet stuff? huh? what'll ya do to me?” he crooned his neck down to bring your faces closer together, reveling in your proximity to him.

“I'm gonna let you fuck me, just this once. and then I'll never speak to your freak ass again. got it?” 

jabber shrugged in agreement, knowing your facade would likely break the next time you felt hot and bothered. but who would he be to turn down fucking the object of all his fantasies, “whatever ya say… ya sure you won't be begging for more later?”

you scoffed, “this is a one time thing jabber.” and with that you grabbed him by the collar of his wifebeater and yanked his lips to yours.

your tongues tangled together as the both of you engaged in a heated makeout session. your hands slipped under his shirt to rake your nails over his abs, eliciting a shudder from him. your fingers landed on his nipple piercings, twiddling and the metal along with the skin that covered it. jabber whined out with his back caving in against the door, momentarily breaking the kiss as his mouth lolled open, “I thought you could handle it jabber?”  you condescendingly jeered,  your hands delicately tricked down to the small of his back before yanking him impossibly closer, devouring his lips with yours once again. 

your knee slotted itself between his legs, every suck and nibble of your lips now accompanied by the sweet pressure of his growing dick on your leg. little moans would escape jabber whenever he came up for air. the saliva on his lips ever so slightly cooling him down when the air hit them, just for the heat of your slick tongue to melt him again. you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and watched him squirm as you let go.

every so often a particularly harsh shudder would pass through jabber as he humped your leg, his dick piercing being pressed into his tip, “does it feel good there jabber? you like humping my leg like a fucking animal?” jabber weakly nodded and groaned, panting at the pleasure coursing through his body.  

pulling him away from the door, you lead him to the couch in his living room. you pushed him down into the cushions, watching as he already looked content. he always had that eerie grin plastered on his face, stretching wider the more you poked and prodded at him. it felt like he was goading you, challenging you with an is that all you got?  you silently felt like you had something to prove: that YOU were normal, of course you were! you just found yourself caught in his web of disarray, the only problem here was the lust filled man in front of you. 

snapping out of your trance, you focus back on the now shirtless jabber, palming himself as he scanned your body with his eyes. “you’re so sexy” he murmured before he squeezed his shaft. it was so quiet, so offhanded that it felt natural. as if he didn’t have to process the thought, it just slipped out of him.

you leaned down to kiss him again, biting his lip hard enough to draw a smidge of blood before your mouth traveled down his neck to his chest with feather light kisses and nibbles. his nipples stood out against the silver metal pierced through them. your lips latched onto one of his nipples, earning a desperate mewl from the man, while your other hand pinched and squeezed at his other nipple.  

the metal of the barbell piercing clanked against your teeth as you swirled his nipple in your mouth, sending a vibration through jabber. “d-do the other side too mmf-” jabber bit the back of his hand to keep himself from crying out. 

your other hand found his and tore it from his face after a particularly hard suck, causing jabber to arch toward the ceiling whining out your name, “jabber, you're not in control here. don't forget that,” 

dropping to your knees,  you swiftly pulled down his sweats. watching his dick spring free and slap against his happy trail. you almost salivated at how pretty his cock was, the glint of the silver bar that sat between his shaft and tip contrasted against his skin and added to the many piercings that decorated his body.

“such a pretty slut, aren’t you jabber?” he eagerly nodded with his uncanny smile plastered to his face. his hand languidly came to pump his cock a few times while his eyes held contact with yours, “yea aah- and i’m all yours” a twinge of something poked at your heart then, but you quickly pushed it down. 

you stood up and shimmied out of your leggings and your soiled panties followed. jabber licked his lips at the sight at you, “can I taste you baby? I’ll be good I swear…” instead of answering, you pushed jabber to lie on the couch, his dreads forming a cushion for his head. you sensually crawled up his body, pausing to grind your sopping cunt onto his dick. “hah- fuckkkk” moans slipped out of jabber. his dick piercing would periodically graze your clit, coursing a sensual buzz through your pussy.

you lifted your hips to land on jabbers face, warning him to tap you if he couldn’t breathe beforehand. the pleasure was immediate, and nearly had you keeling over. grabbing his dreads to keep yourself secure, you ground into his face, “ngh- there you go jabber.. all your big mouth is good for is eating my pussy right? d-dont you hngh- agree?” jabber bucked into the air in response, chasing any stimulation he could muster.

his tongue flicked at your clit before he made out with your pussy, sucking and licking you all over. you kept riding his face, feeling your high quickly approach. before you could cum in jabber’s mouth you lifted your pussy off his face, twitching all the while.

his face was drenched in your saccahrine slick, and his naturally low eyes sunk impossibly lower. he looked like a fool for you, as if he was drunk on the taste of you.

exactly how you wanted him.

shimmying down his body, you hovered his crotch. “you wanna fuck me? pound your filthy dick so hard into me that i see stars?” 

his dick twitched at the filth lacing your words as his head crooned to the ceiling, “f-fucking hell,”

he panted out, “lemme fuck you sweet stuff, hm?  i promise your pussy was made for-” 

before he could finish, you sank down on his flushed cock, his piercing gliding against your slick walls as you descended. a harmonious, “oh shit-” rang out from both of you as jabber bottomed out. 

bracing yourself on his abs, you lifted your hips before slamming them back down “ah f-fuck fuckkkk I- I love your cunt baby….” you abruptly halted your movements and disgust raked over your features.

leaning down, you lower your face enough to feel his heavy breathing tickle your face. you poked at his temple, “I don’t care what you like,” you sneered, “you and your pathetic dick are no different from a fucking dildo to me,” the corners of his lips upturned, heeding your words. jabber could drop dead right now and he thinks he'd be perfectly content with his life.

you propped yourself back up and continued to fuck him, watching his abs tense every time his dick was sheathed in your warm, wet walls. you mewl at the dick piercing grazing a particularly sensitive part of your cunt. a tremor runs through you and jabber breaks from his trance to absorb your facial expressions. you started to look and sound progressively more fucked out.

“I can fuck you better than a dildo can baby,” jabber grabbed on your hips and pistoned upward, meeting your sopping pussy sounding squelches and consonance of pleasure throughout his apartment. 

a pornographic moan ripped from your vocal cords as you attempted to keep up with his tireless pace. jabber couldn't help himself, he didn't want to help himself. his only dream was to bury himself in you for the rest of his life, walk around with your pussy practically glued to his dick so you could milk him whenever and wherever. 

the thought of being waiting on hand and foot to fuck you whenever you beckoned him, eating your pussy for days on end, having your naked form on display for him only, it was enough to send him into delirium.

within seconds jabber had you on your back, holding onto your legs for leverage as he pounded into you, reveling in your whines. plops of red decorated your stomach, causing your gaze to rip from where you two connected to land on his face. 

jabber's nose was bleeding, and he looked entirely out of it.

his eyes nearly to bulging out of their sockets as they rolled back into his head. blood trickled down, intermingling with his lips as it decorated his face. the back of his hand swiped across his face in a sorry attempt to wipe it off. 

something about seeing jabber so pathetic, so horny aroused you even more. your spongy walls fluttered around his dick, causing him to collapse on top of you, “y-you can't do that nngh-, not when im so close,” grabbing both of jabbers cheeks with one hand, you squeezed his face together, “I can do whatever ah- I want okay? now fuck me harder,” 

renewed vigor found itself in jabber as his hips snapped to yours with a relentless pace. the jagged sloppiness indicated he was close, but there was something missing, he still wanted more. 

sitting up again while he slammed into you, he cocked his head to the side while panting before his want dawned on him. 

grabbing your hand, he guides your hand to his throat before squeezing and breathlessly nodding at you.

he wanted you to choke him. 

you were in disbelief, he truly was a lost cause. but who would you be to not indulge him? so slowly but surely you began apply more pressure to his tanned neck. 

having control like this, bringing someone to another plane of pleasure sent waves of power through your body. he was yours, you owned him. and he was exactly where he wanted to be.

jabber started to feel lightheaded, more so than he already was. spots started to cloud his vision the longer you pressed at his throat. his thrusts became slow but deep, matching the intensity of the fingers restricting his airways.

his other hand traveled down to rub at your clit with as much power as he could still muster, determined to get you both to your highs together.

you noticed the stuttering of his hips and hooked your ankles behind jabber, you didn't want to waste a single drop of his cum.

it's only when jabber slows even more than you finally release him.

a heavy gasp escaped him as he regained his breath. buckets of cum dumped into you as he vibrated from the sheer amount of pleasure surging through him. raspy moans ripped from his body as his pupils rolled back into his head. 

at the same time, the sensation of being filled up sent you into your own euphoria. your body quivered as your orgasm took over. your cunt twitched around jabber's dick, milking more and more out of him until he tried to pull back from the over sensitivity.

his head lands on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he gathers himself, “hah, thank youuuu,” his signature grin taking over his face, “ya see how much I came for you, ya feel it?” he pushed his softening dick into you as deep as he could before pulling out and watching his seed follow after. 

you clenched at the emptiness, only for jabbers fingers to plunge inside you once again, earning a moan from you. he watched your expression while feeling the marks you left on his neck, 

“I did so good for you… ya still wanna get rid of me sweet stuff?”

…maybe you'd think on it a little longer.

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freakier . . . jabber wonger

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

unistudent!jabber x genderneutral!reader, 1.27k words

warnings: smut, substance usage, slight masochist tendencies

not proofread!

jabber reclined in his desk chair as he aligned the assortment of substances in front of him. he had always been interested in chemistry from a young age. creating concoctions that would give all types of highs and euphoria. in high school that's how he made a living, charging the prissy, stuck up, popular kids top dollar for whatever he was able to get his hands on. 

he would always try to warn of the more… serious side effects, but what could he do if they didn't listen? 

and his business only seemed to boom more in college. after his first real sense of release with his ex, he's been chasing that same otherworldly intoxication. but no matter how many hookups he found, how many new toxins he shot into his system, or how many times he tried to jerk off thinking of you, nothing would work.

it wasn't until you called him some weeks later, deciding to finally talk through what exactly your last altercation was that jabber felt he was being revitalized. the key all along was you, it had to be you.

jabber had just smoked his newest concoction with heightened aphrodisiac properties right when your unsaved number caused his phone to vibrate and illuminate his dim red room. 

the buzzing in his fingers caused him to accidentally make the call go to video, where his shirtless frame was now on full display to you.

he propped up the camera on his desk before leaning back in his chair once again, the lean nature of his abs decorated with the red light engulfing his room, “yooooo, whats up?” he drawled out, the high already seeping into his bloodstream.

“hey jabber, I- I just want to talk about the last time we saw each other,” your voice got noticeably quieter at the last part, clearly embarrassed about his vulgarity in public.

“haha, whaddaboutit sweet stuff? the part where I got turned on hearing you bitch me in public?” his hand ran up and down his torso, lingering on his happy trail before moving back up to his pierced nipples and squeezing at his pecks, “or when I came to you calling me a fucking loser?” jabber’s toes curled in his socks remembering the sensation and sweet feeling of release.

you were all hot and bothered now, his bluntness only making it worse, “yea, ahem, all of that. are you like, into…that stuff?” 

“nahhhh, I only get hard when you do it baby. ya got me all fucked in the head… well more than I was before,” his body began to heat up more, the effects noticeably kicking in when his dick began to strain against the confines of his sweats, “you wanna help me out again baby? make this freak into your little bitch?” 

you felt pressure building up inside of you, the conversation was going very different from how you initially planned, but jabber is just too hard to say no to. you meekly nod and huge grin plasters itself on jabber’s face. “I knew you'd say yes, ya know? you're just as much of a freak as I am,” he lifted his hips to pull down his boxers and sweats to let his dick spring free.

a glint of silver caught your eye, contrasting against the angry red of his tip. his dick piercing had an extra gleam to it from his precum leaking all over it. you wondered what it would feel like inside you, brushing against your walls as an afterthought while his dick split you open. 

jabber relished your reaction, a sly grin overtaking his face when he sees you staring. licking his hand from palm to finger tip, he wrapped around his shaft and began to motion up and down, hypersensitive at the initial contact. “fuckkkk it's so much better when you're watching me,” the rest of his muscles felt relaxed compared to the blood constantly rushing to his dick thanks to that aphrodisiac. he had a feeling that once he started cumming, he wouldn't stop. he made a mental note to jot those side effects into his notes later.

“jabber, when did you get your dick pierced?” he was caught off guard by your question, but you look genuinely intrigued so he did his best to answer in between moans. “hah- right before first semester, mmm started,” he squeezes particularly hard at the base before maneuvering his hand back up to twist and prod at the piercing. “thought it might help me get laid,”

a chuckle escaped you then, and jabber shivered in response, “so you mean to tell me… you got the piercing because you're a slut?” 

jabber's core tensed as he did all he could to keep himself from cumming right then in there, a light breathless chuckle coming out in between his groans, “you're gonna be the fucking end of me,” his other hand travels up to his nipple piercings and pinches them as he picks up the pace jerking his cock. 

“your whore ass was probably excited to be dumped, becoming the next person's free-use dick, huh? fucking disgusting.”

jabber convulsed forward as you continued, eyes twitching shut with the more degradation you threw at him. the sound of his hand sliding against his dick was wet and loud, mixing with his moans to create a cacophony of pleasure. “h-holy shit, don't stop” his bottom lip piercings clanked against his teeth as he bit his lip into his mouth.

jabber was a sweaty mess, feeling heat and tingling all over his body. he felt his muscles loosening up on him, so he forced himself pump his cock that much harder just to finally cum. every motion upwards would clink against his dick piercing, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his head.

up there it was just a flurry of fuzziness, only clearing up for the light of lust at the end of the tunnel. his release felt close, but he needed a bit more, “please, I’m so close d-don't ngh stop,” manic laughs seeped out of him as if he couldn't believe the plane of pleasure he was ascending to.

you were practically about to fall into the phone with how much you drooled over jabber’s pathetic state. his last shred of sanity was visibly slipping away from him as his head lolled backward and tongue slipped out of his mouth. his eyes were barely keeping from rolling back into his head as his hand vigorously rubbed back and forth over his cockhead, “just cum already like the dirty slut you are, you replusive ass sorry excuse for a human,”

jabber absolutely lost it, ropes of cum spilling all over himself while he cackled through his climax. he was delirious, completely on cloud nine, “thatsss the stuff… holy AH- fuck,” his dick kept erupting as his body jerked every which way, the toxins in his system prolonging his orgasm much longer than you expected. it's only minutes later of him moaning out your name and jerking every last drop from his overstimulated cock that he slumps down into his seat. 

he barely catches his breath before tuning back to your figure in his phone, "you're so good for me y/n, don't ya see? only freaks like us can help each other,” his delicate fingers travel up to his abdomen, spreading streaks of his cum all over himself before bringing his fingers into his mouth. licking and sucking his own fingers. “I bet you were all horny n shit too, huh?” his softening dick twitched,  “so focused on humiliating me, ya forgot to touch yourself baby?” a sly grin stretched across his face with the last of his energy he could muster.

“I'll make ya feel good next time, promise.”

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WIPS ━.˚ꕤ

(idk when these will get done! started working on all of these but either lacking inspo, busy af, or just not in a writing mood lols)

- boss pt 2 (nct wish)

sion feels very inappropriate emotions for his boss that she seems to reciprocate...

- higuruma hiromi (jjk)

speakeasy laid back vibes when a mystery woman breaks his meticulous routine

- august (gachiakuta)

world renowned fashion designer's new muse inspires and destroys him in ways he's never known before

- kisagaya shizuka (gokurakugai)

a burly, headstrong hired contractor comes to fuck up the life of a seemingly perfect woman

- nerdjo (jjk)

ive been influenced... idk the plot yet tho lols

- corvus (gachiakuta)

personal trainer corvus helping you get your waist snatched like his is </3

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freak . . . jabber wonger

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

drabble, unistudent!jabber x genderneutral!reader, 670 words

warnings: smut, slight masochist tendencies, kinda voyeurism

jabber always knew he was kind of weird.

when all the guys around him were going through puberty, sharing their curated collections of x-rated videos, jabber never really reacted or felt any… arousal. 

for most of his teenage years, he damn near thought he was broken. his freshman year of college, he really started to date around. however, none of his escapades ever went well with every single partner citing the same issue of him unable to get it up.

it wasn't until his last ex started their spiel of why jabber was an unfulfilling partner that he noticed something... felt something.

he was called to a cafe near it's closing hours by his current partner. he found them tucked away in the corner, bouncing their leg rapidly. likely irritated by jabber's late arrival. “yooo, what's up?”

they looked at him, very clearly pissed, “jabber, you realize you're 45 minutes late, right???” the man casually shrugged, he never really cared all too much for this dating stuff. he found it all to be a drag more than anything. 

their patience began to wear thin, “you never pay attention to me!! it's like you're not even interested in me, why do I always have to invite you out first??? matter fact-”

blah blah blah. he couldn't care less about what this one had to say, they would just end up dumping him like the others, “well maybe you're just boring? ya ever think of that? huh?”

the person in front of him found themselves silenced by jabber's words and quickly turned furious, “wow, you're really a fucking dick aren't you?”

at their words, jabber's ears perked up through his long dreads. all of his attention zeroed in on their words. this was the most interesting they'd ever been throughout the entire duration of their (very short) relationship.

“you're a fucking loser jabber, I don't know how I ever saw anything in your sorry ass,”

a shiver ran down jabbers spine, their venom-laced words leaving pinpricks of heat all over his brown skin as they spat insults at him.

“yeah? do ya really mean it?” a slimy grin slipped across jabber’s face as he propped his elbows on the table and dropped his chin into his palms. he leaned forward, clearly intrigued and further causing his soon to be ex to be even more disgusted than they were before. 

they scoffed, “you're a fucking freak, you know that? weird as shit and you can't even get your pathetic dick hard!” their voice rose then, and jabber was quite literally at the edge of his seat. his legs were crossed under the table, inviting a welcome pressure to his crotch. his toes dug into the fabric of his boots and his lower lip found it's place in his eerie grin. jabber bit hard, almost causing his lips to draw blood as he anticipated what they would say next, “yessss… yes! a-and what else? how awful am I???” 

“you know what FUCK YOU jabber! you're nothing but a lowlife self absorbed asshole with no fucking purpose, go fuck yourself!”

and that's all it took for jabber to find himself flooded with sheer ecstasy for the first time in his life. the whites of his eyes overtook his eyeballs as the rolled into his head. his release followed shortly after into the now sticky confines of his boxers. his entire body was twitching from the sheer amount of tension released after all these years. he was a shivering mess, unable to keep his composure in public. jabber keeled over, as he tried to catch his breath. his mind returned to its rightful place in his brain as he focused his eyes back on them.

“thank youuuu~” he drawled out, drunk on his own pleasure. “m-maybe you're not as lame as I thought you were," he managed to get out between twitches.

his ex looked disturbed, but there was a glint of something in their eye. something a bit more sinister. before jabber could say anything else, they got up and left the near empty cafe, leaving jabber in his delirium.

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feeling some writers block for boss pt 2 so imma take a little detour to write some x readers for anime im tuned into :D kinda wanna just usethis blog to plop down whatever prompts i have floating around in my head so dont be alarmed if it's not kpop related... lol

[fortunebloss0m]

how many notes.....?

[fortunebloss0m]

boss... oh sion

part 1 | part 2

officeworker!sion x ceofem!reader, 3k words

warnings: smut, noona kink, not proofread!

the time it took for your small start-up to become a wildly successful business bringing in millions every year wasn’t short, but you couldn’t have made it this far without your partner in crime oh sion.

some years ago you came into contact with him. his resume was stellar, graduating from a top university in Korea and having connections all over the world from how involved he was during college. when it came time for him to apply for jobs, he had more offers than he could keep track of, but it was yours that caught his eye.

the email you sent was slightly desperate (maybe even pathetic) but he saw something different. the ideas you had were going to be the future, he could already tell that you were incredibly wise, despite being only 5 years older than him. 

he knew his peers would think less of him, that they’d be confused and judgemental of his decision, but he accepted your offer. flying overseas, he left his life in Korea behind on a hunch.

a hunch he later learned was well worth it, you two had become somewhat attached at the hip over the years. he was the only one who could fully realize your visions for your company. you would then work harmoniously, growing your company even more. 

sion was working as your assistant director. however, his trustworthy and meticulous nature had him practically working as your assistant. he stuck by your side and filled you in on potential investors and meeting notes. his job could be considered underneath his qualifications, but he didn’t mind being led by someone like you. 

sion half expected to be working for a sweaty tech bro when you initially sent your email. he was pleasantly surprised when a beauty came to pick him up from the airport when he landed all those years ago.

constantly being in close quarters with you has had sion’s mind wandering for years. your figure, the way your business causal attire clung to you just right, cascading across your curves. he would stare (and frequently get caught) but you let him, entertained him even. you played along with his game and pretended to remain oblivious so he could continue his “undercover” advances. 

the volley of barely subtle flirting between you two created an almost suffocating tension in the office, but you never got close enough to the fire for it to burn you, drawing back and making sion put in extra effort just to get your attention.

it was fun.

“sion, add the meeting I just emailed to you to my schedule please!” 

he snapped out of his delusions and got back to being the meticulous worker he was known to be. reassessing your schedule for the day, he checked the time, seeing you had an investment dinner in the next hour.

rising from his desk, he walked over to your glass office just across the way and popped his head in, “Ms. L/N, you have a dinner in an hour, do you want to change or anything?” 

smirking behind your computer, you poked your head out from behind your screen, “I thought I told you not to be so formal around me in private Mr. Oh? “ he chuckled and stepped in to your office, closing the door behind him. “well, y/n,  I should be professional around the workers, right?” he grinned as he moved closer to your desk, "we wouldn’t want them to think we have a.. special relationship would we?”

laughing away his advances, you swivel in your chair to slide on the heels propped against your desk. working long hours running back and forth between meetings barely gave you time to rest your feet, so you always wore slippers in your office.

before you could grab your shoes, sions on one knee caressing your feet, gently lifting them to place them into your heels. his fingers danced across your stockings, rising a bit higher past your ankle than necessary and letting his fingers linger on your skin. 

after sion’s soft palms detach from your calf, he looks up at you and a soft smile dances across his face. you meet his gaze, pleased, but face generally unmoving. he was always a tease like this, always toeing the line of what could and couldn't be accepted as flirting. it was intriguing to see what new move he'd whip out to push you. he never crossed the line, though, especially since he knew you'd put him back in his place if need be.

“you’re not getting a raise for that by the way,” you joked as you stood up and strutted past his lowered figure. trailing after you he let out a hearty laugh, a smile seemingly never leaving his face.

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following closely behind you, you both walk into the restaurant chosen for the meeting with an investor. he had all the appropriate documents sorted and filed in his briefcase, ready for whatever question the investors could throw at you.

sion pulls out your seat and takes a seat to the right of you. the other executives take their seats around you and the meeting commences.

“essentially, we request a $100,000 increase in your investment. as seen from our exponential growth and how well we have maintained our success over the course of several years, we are a worthwhile investment,” 

the execs sighed and chuckled under their breath, clearly in disbelief at your offer. “hah… this wasn't what we agreed with Ms. L/N. $400,000 was our final offer, and honestly that was even hard to convince our CEO to approve. a tech company run by a woman is practically unheard of!”

your face hardened as he droned on and on in a misogynistic rant about how this tech space isn't for “people like you,” and “how back in his day,” women would be perfectly fine with staying at home and taking care of her children.

sion’s fist clenched as if he was really about to send this geezer back to these old days he spoke so highly of when your hand went up in the air to silence the executive. “listen, your company is projected to be bankrupt within the next couple of years due to your wonderful CEOs terrible spending habits. when you give us the investment, your CEO will inevitably be fired by the rest of the board of directors. you can go down with him if you’d like, but remember we don't need you all as an investor, you need us.”

it was moments like this that kept sion on the edge of his seat working this job. seeing you put your foot down and step on these douches that think they could walk all over you. you're in charge, you could always take control of the situation and make these people bend to your will.

you slammed your hands down on the table as you stood up signaling it was just about time for you to head out, “I took the time out of my night to entertain your sorry excuse for an investment, and instead you think to insult me and my success thus far? I'll walk out of here right now and let your entire company go under, do NOT push me.”

beckoning sion to stand with a look, he hands you your coat, “because im feeling generous, I’ll leave my new offer here before I leave, if I don't get a response within the next 24 hours, I’m moving to the next investor. I took a chance on you all because I saw the potential, don't make me regret my decision.” 

with that you strutted out of the closed off room and sion trailed behind you once again, weirdly turned on by that display of power. something about the way you knew your worth and worked with pride always left him feeling in awe of you. maybe he needed to be put in his place too...

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[late at night back at the office.]

sion popped his head back into the room, you two were the only ones working overtime tonight to catch up on the work of a particularly disgruntled customer that had been trying to stir up public opinion about your products. sion started, “can you check on the data I just sent you? I think it's almost good to be sent to the analytics team.”

within a few clicks you were filing through your emails to find what sion had sent only to be met with disappointment.

all the values had been recorded incorrectly and the satisfaction survey sent out neglected to include the more crucial questions you needed. granted it was probably an intern that messed up this bad, but they were still under sion’s team, so the responsibility falls to him. “sion, come here.”

sion followed your words as if he was in a trance and walked over to you, his feet planted themselves close to yours as he hovered over your computer screen, “what’s wrong?”

“damn near everything is wrong, look at what you just sent me,"

he quickly scanned over the data and felt his face turn grim as you explained the issues with the data. “y/n I am so, so sorry, I-I don’t even know how this slipped past me, I should’ve paid more attention to my team.”

sion suddenly came from around your chair and dropped to his knees on the ground looking up to you. “please, I take full responsibility for the mistake just forgive me, I’ll do anything,”

truth be told, sion was really playing up the severity of the issue. it was almost as if he wanted to be reprimanded by you...

sion accidentally found out years ago he had a thing for whenever you disciplined him for a mistake. the first time you had ever raised your voice at him, he fought demons to keep himself from getting hard. from then on, every so often he’d make a mistake. not one integral to anything, but enough for you to notice. he’d eagerly await you to call him into your office to chastise him. 

you of course caught on, with someone as smart and as skilled as he was, why would he make such silly mistakes? but again, you let him. you let him walk into your office with a barely contained smirk, you let him repeatedly apologize to you without looking even remotely sorry, you let him strategically keep his hands placed in front of his crotch to hide his growing erection the longer you yelled at him. you let him because seeing sion turned on made you want to fuck him.  

he definitely wanted to bury himself in you, you had no doubt about that. but it’s no fun to let him get what he wants so easily. so your game of cat and mouse continued for years, edging sion relentlessly until you were ready to make use of him . 

luckily for sion, today was just the right amount of irritating, and who better to help you relieve some stress?

“okay then Mr. Oh, since you insist of taking responsibility, I’ll personally teach you a lesson,” your heel came off as your stocking clad foot slithered up sion’s thigh. his shock was quickly replaced by desire, his breath hitched as your foot inched closer to his crotch. your toes were splayed as you pushed on his hardening dick, a wince came from the man. “hah, y/n…” his hands were planted behind him and his knees spread wider, inviting the pressure. 

“Mr. Oh, this is entirely too inappropriate for a workplace, don't you think?” you pressed harder, “getting hard in my office? getting hard for your boss? how vulgar.” he was grinding against your foot now, matching your pace. loosening his tie, he humped your foot, eager to get off the woman of all his fantasies.

and all at once everything stopped.

a whimper escaped the man as your foot left sion’s crotch, you rolled your chair farther back from him without breaking eye contact once, “come, sion” the lust filled man motioned to stand up and you clicked your tongue. “don’t walk, crawl.”

sion momentarily froze, assessing the situation. his shame was hanging on by a thread, and he finally had the woman of his dreams using him. hes already so far gone with his very own boss, what's a little more embarrassment gonna do?

slowly getting on all fours, he crawled over to you and looked up at you once again, waiting for your command.  “good boy,” you cooed and ran the back of your hand across sions cheek, a shudder over took his body at the motion. 

your sleek legs crossed over one another as you leered downwards at a quickly growing impatient sion, “you have to tell me what you want sion, or I can’t help you,” you seductively uttered, barely maintaining the control of your voice.

sion began to open his mouth, “I want make you feel good,” he said as his body became engulfed in heat, his ears becoming crimson. 

you smirked at his words, amused by how embarrassed he is to verbalize his need for you. you uncrossed your legs and shimmied your stockings down your legs. hooking your legs over the arms of the chair, you spread your legs to allow sion a view of your clothed pussy.

sion swore he started salivating at the sight of your black lacy panties barely covering your pulsating core. he learned forward to inhale your scent and feel the heat radiating off of you. with one more look into your eyes and a nod of approval from you, he dove in.

sions plump lips latched onto the soaked fabric and began to suck with fervour, as if he couldn't get enough of you. his eyes immediately shut as he drowned in you. his tongue prodded into your panties to press into your drenched pussy, maneuvering the muscle to tongue fuck you through the cloth. he was eating like a starved beast, you couldn't imagine what it'd be like actually being fucked within an inch if you life by him. 

you could barely contain your moans and squeals, he was entirely too much at once, you found yourself attempting to pull back from his mouth, only for sion to wrap his arms around your thighs and sloppily continue to suck at you. it's only when a particularly hard slurp causes your entire body to shudder that sion finally detaches himself from your panties.

sions blown out eyes look expectantly up at you, awaiting his next command. you slowly and sensually pulled off your panties, deliberately drawing out the action to toy with sion. your hooded eyes maintained eye contact with him the entire time, while your panties slid down down down your supple legs.

the cloth eventually reaches the floor and you bring your face dangerously close to sion's. you drag your finger across his face, eliciting a light whimper from the man, “I know what you want sion,” you lean downwards for a slow kiss, and draw out his lower lip by biting it before letting it recoil back, “I know what these lips want…” you lean back and spread your legs, glistening pussy on display like you were sion's very own museum. you cock your head to the side at sion's dick twitching in his pants before clicking your tongue to get sion’s attention back. 

“go ahead.”

instantly, sions plush lips pressed a kiss to your clit, then opened his mouth and began to make out with your pussy, actually treating it like another set of lips. spreading you open with his fingers, the swell of his lips would occasionally brush past your clit, causing you to shudder before throwing your head back in ecstasy, “fuck sion.”

he smirked into your pussy, enamoured by how much of an effect he has on you. his slender fingers slinked up the smooth of your thigh, and rested comfortably close to your clit. his thumb reached down and rubbed increasingly fast circles on your clit while never letting up on devouring your pussy.

he hummed against you, the vibrations going through your body, “s-sion, don’t stop,” his other hand came up to slide two of his fingers deep into your sopping cunt and stretched them out to feel your spongy walls contract. his fingers curled upwards, and pistoned in and out of you to match the pace of his other finger kneading your swollen clit. “you taste so good noona,” he barely got out between licks while he bucked into the air at his own words.

“noo- what? oooohhh my god s-sion i’m close,” your moans reverberated off the glass of your office as you sunk your nails into his arm to keep your head from ascending into the clouds. sion felt the inside of you throb as he finger fucked you dangerously close to the edge. your hand reached into his hair and yanked as he felt the pressure begin to build low in your stomach. with one more lap from sion, you unraveled.

you squealed as you arched off of the chair, eyes rolling to the ceiling. your juices seeped out of you and sion swallowed it all up, not letting a drop go to waste. your thighs squeezed around sions head, body trembling as the built up pressure released. 

“holy shit sion,” he finally detached from you, lips swollen and red. he looked up at you and flashed a toothy grin with his blown out eyes, content that eating you out was miles better than any fantasy he’s ever had. “how did I do?”

“you should be employee of the month,” he laughed at your attempt to ease the tension, but the tent in his pants was getting more and more prominent. he looked down at his dick, and quickly stood up, suddenly embarrassed, “I-I’ll go… deal with this,” you stopped him in his tracks, “sion, what was that name you called me? noo-na?” 

sion was nearly the spitting image of a tomato, completely flushed while looking away, a shudder ran through his body, “yeah…n-noona,” he barely got the words out before his dick twitched and hot ropes of cum began to trickle down his pant legs. “oh…! I see...” sion abashedly lowered his head as he trembled.

“i-it’s an honorific for an older woman in korea,” he shamefully told you as the cool air hit his cum on his legs, “it’s really not a big deal,”

“no, no it’s a big deal if it has you cumming in your pants like a teenager…I’ll deal with this tomorrow.. you’re free to leave.”

sion covered his softening dick as he walks out of your office into the dimly light work area and grabs his jacket from his cubicle. his embarrassment is diluted by how starstruck he was tasting you after all these years. he bit his lip, licking afterwards to collect any more of your juices that he might’ve missed the first time. 

he had never been more excited for a workday than he was for tomorrow.