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Synopsis . In which you take up a low-paying security job at some horror theme park. By the time your shift starts, all the actors and people should have gone home and all you have to do is watch the cameras. And yet... you're not alone. (inspo: fnaf, duh!)
Pairing . scare actor!toji x security guard!reader ft. pervy!shiu / Content . afab!reader, eventual gun play, fnaf references, porn with a bit of plot, rough sex, taunting, teasing, lots of flirting, toji's a whore (as per usual), oral sex (f!receiving), a bit of dry humping, a tease of shiu x reader, slight-exhibitionism, brat taming, creampies, dumbification, edging, size kink (his dick is huge #canon), lots of banter, dirty talk, spitting, pet names, etc. / wc . 9.5k (gulp..)
A/N: Before anyone asks, no I don't believe in condoms in any of my fics <3 Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" sorry if there are any errors! (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
You’ve done a lot of kinky shit in your life but feeling the cold metal of a gun glaze over your sopping clit was probably somewhere in your top ten after tonight.
And no, this is not how your last night working at this god forsaken horror theme park was supposed to go but, here you are: sitting on top of some prop office desk as Toji Fushiguro watches the way your pussy leaks sloppily against the tip of your gun that he confiscated just moments ago.
You guess Shiu was right about one thing when he hired you... the scare actors do, in fact, get a bit quirkier as the nights go on.
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Night One.
It started pretty simply.
You were stationed inside a very cramped office—two doors located on your right and left, desk in the middle—that left you feeling a bit uncomfortable but, it was pretty on par with the offered pay for this job.
No one was in the park when you initially arrived and you’d only spoken to your employer Shiu Kong through email up until this point. The whole thing was sketchy from the very beginning and yet, you still took the job. You needed a quick cash grab and five nights working at this horror theme park you quite admire in your free time didn’t sound so bad.
After all, the main attraction to said park was in the name: Fushiguro Frights. You’d never heard of an entire park named after a mere scare actor so you were drawn in by that alone. Apparently—after some extensive research—he’d been so good at his job that the owners renamed the park after him and he quickly became the main attraction.
Yeah, there were plenty of other things in this park that people came to check out like the haunted houses, those creepy ass mazes, some rides, etcetera. But everyone really only came for one thing and that was Toji Fushiguro.
Was he scary? You don’t know, didn’t care too much to find out either. The only thing that caught your attention about him aside from the place being named after him was how hot he was. People talked about how they came to get scared by him but you knew for a fact that was the last thing people really came for.
Well, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself anyway. You try to ignore that a lot of people talk about how ridiculously fast he is and how nobody ever really knows where he’s going to be or when. He just kinda.. “pops up” and that’s what scares people, you figure.
Not that any of that matters much to you. You’re a security guard taking the weirdest night shift offered. You’re supposed to show up about an hour after midnight and then you just sit and watch the cameras for the next six hours. This job was going to be a walk in the park, literally-
The loud ass ring of some old phone makes your skin jump as you nearly fall out of your chair. Muttering some sort of curse before you collect yourself, your hand goes out to answer it and a voice was coming through before you could even fix your lips to say anything.
“Hello, hello?” The voice is filled with static and sounds like something that was recorded from back in 1987 or something…
You finally open your mouth to say something but when a hand lands on the door to your left and a voice fills the small space of your office with a hum of, “Yo,” the only thing leaving your throat is a yelp of surprise.
You nearly jump out of your chair again and your head whirls to the side to look at who the hell just walked in.
Standing there with one of his arms resting on the doorframe is a tall man with dark hair and a thin mustache, who takes a slow drag from the cigarette perched between his lips before exhaling its contents to the side and nodding his chin at you. “Little jumpy for a security guard, no?” He points out carefully.
Gulping, you let your lashes bat as you take in his audacity to point out your surprise as if he didn’t just pop up out of nowhere. “I-, who are you?”
The man cracks a lazy smile and lets his eyes glide down your seated frame slowly and completely unashamed. Then his eyes meet yours again as he plucks his cigarette from between his lips and flicks it off to the side, scoffing, “The person who hired you, of course.”
Ah, Shiu. You nod at his little reminder and then take in his appearance, making an effort to commit it to memory so he doesn’t scare the shit out of you like that again in the future. “Right,” You sigh, “It’s nice to finally meet you then.”
He’s extending his hand out for you to shake before you even think about doing so yourself, to which you carefully slot your hand into his and then flash a polite little smile.
You should’ve known from then that this whole experience would be… weird.
Hell, you should’ve known things would be strange from the moment you saw the poorly put-together flyer offering this damn job. And yet, here you are.
Shiu then went on to explain the things you’d be required to do for the next five nights you’d be working here. Which… wasn’t much, if anything at all. In so many words, he explained that all you’d be doing is sitting there checking the security cameras.
“And don’t worry about that old ass phone over there,” He hums with a casual nod of his head, “It’s just another one of our little gimmicks here meant to scare folks. But, I think that’s just about everything.” Shiu finishes off before pushing himself away from the door and steps toward you.
Instinctively, you go to slide your chair back and make room for him because you assumed he was going to try to show you something with the cameras again but to your ever-loving surprise, he leans down toward you and tugs your chair close to him.
Clicking his tongue, “One more thing though,” He breathes out, sharp brown eyes meeting yours with warning, and the scent of a freshly smoked cigarette wafting into your space. “Under no conditions are you allowed to fuck the scare actors.”
“Pardon?” You choke out with widening eyes. Then you find yourself leaning back into your chair a bit more to create some distance between the two of you, smiling awkwardly, “Why would I… Wait, is that something that happens often or..?”
Seeming to hit the nail right on the head, Shiu nods begrudgingly and then lifts one of his hands to wipe it over his face as if to erase his mind of things he’s seen before. “It’s part of the reason why we’re in such a desperate search for people like you to work the night shift. Last few security guards just… couldn’t help themselves, I guess.”
You don’t exactly mean to but, you chuckle at the thought of that. The past few security guards got caught sleeping with the actors here? How bizarre.
You lift your hands to wave off his warning since you know you’d never do something like that, “You don’t have to worry about that where I’m concerned, Mr. Kong.”
“Jus’ Shiu is fine, doll.” He corrects in that deep voice of his while leaning away from you and finally standing up straight again, “And I’d sure hope not. ‘Can’t say I blame all our past security guards for fallin’ into ‘temptation’—if you will—but, it does become quite the headache to deal with when they do the things they do where… people can see, y’know?”
Cocking a brow at that, “Sorry, ‘falling into temptation’? Are you implying that the actors here like, go out of their way to sleep with the security guards?”
Shiu seems to think about a specific event from the past as you say that with the way his expression shifts into something almost reminiscent. “Yeah, somethin’ like that. Most of our actors are fine and head home like normal people when the park closes but then there’s… a few of ‘em that..” He trails off for a second to ponder, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his tight slacks and leaning back a bit. With another click of his tongue, “I guess you could say a few of our actors here tend to get a bit quirkier as the nights go on.”
Whatever the fuck that means, you find yourself saying mentally. This whole ordeal was getting weirder and weirder the more you learned but, you were trying to focus on the money, even if it wasn’t that much.
Strange or not, things were simple: watch the cameras and don’t fuck any of the actors. Easy peasy.
Your employer goes over a few more things with you like; how to shut your office doors in case of a dire emergency and how you should be very careful with when to shut them since they drain a lot of power, a refresher on how to use the gun you’ve got attached to your hip—though you really think that was Shiu’s sly way of getting closer to you—and lastly, what to do if you do happen to encounter any of the scare actors.
Apparently, you were supposed to professionally escort them out of the park if you caught any of them lingering around during your shift. Shiu explained how some may try to distract you from doing so but as long as you’re stern with removing them, they should listen to you.
After all of that, he leaves and tells you to call him if you run into any minor issues.
The rest of your first night goes by without anything else eventful happening so, maybe the next four days would be easy after all.
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Night two.
When you arrived at work on this day, you should’ve quit right after.
Why? Because as soon as you enter your office, you’re met with Shiu sitting in your chair with his legs sprawled out, a hand resting suspiciously high against his thigh, and his phone held in his palm. The moment you walk in, he flinches as if he’d been caught doing something he had no business doing and something about the whole interaction left you side-eyeing the man.
Not that he seemed to notice, or care.
Clearing his throat as he moves to stand up and make room for you to pass by, “You’re early.” Shiu comments.
You brush by him to place your bag on the office desk and then take a seat in your chair, “And you’re in my office.” You point out in a simple tone that weirdly makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. For some reason, he was nervous around you and you were kinda catching onto it despite today only being your second night. “Why’s that?” You add on in question before looking at him.
Shiu clears his throat again and gestures his chin toward your desk, to which you find a sticky note with a phone number on it, “Stopped by to leave that for ya’. Just in case anything crazy happens, you can just give me a call, y’know?” He explains.
You nod along slowly and swipe the note up to input the digits into your phone, “Alright, thank you. Should I be worried tonight or something?” Your lips quirk a little to grin while you type in his number and shoot him a short text.
To which Shiu—overly easy—finds himself smiling and leaning against your office door frame again, plucking his cellphone out of his pocket to skim over your text and save your contact. “Nah, nothin’ to be worried about, doll. The numbers for emergencies only.” He claims for a moment, then lifts his eyes back onto you and swipes his tongue out over his lips. “Unless, of course, you’re ever bored ‘n wanna shoot me a text or two. I’d consider that quite the emergency too, so I won’t mind.”
You look up at him, smiling knowingly now. “If you want me to text you in my free time, just say that, Shiu.”
The sound of his name on your tongue makes him look off to the side again. Then he pushes himself off the wall and throws his hands up, “You said it, not me but, sure—I want you to text me.” He confesses. After which he adds, “Wouldn’t want you to die of boredom or anything like that, y’know?” as if to make up for the fact that he’s so openly flirting with you right now.
The two of you continue with that bit of small talk for a few minutes before he finally leaves.
Alone in your office, you spend the next few hours working diligently; flipping through the cameras, occasionally walking around your section of the park to check a few blind spots out, and ultimately ending right back up inside your office.
Nothing too eventful happened during your second night outside of you getting Shiu’s number. And the fact that his first-day warning of “no fucking the scare actors” rang throughout your head from time to time was something that left you anything but bored. You spent most of this day wondering what the actors were like in person and you were honestly curious about how “tempting” they could be.
He never gave you any names but you doubted that the whole thing could apply to Toji Fushiguro, he was the best scare actor of the park after all! Surely he didn’t fall into that category of individuals who liked to fuck around with security guards like you–
The sight of something moving suddenly catches the corner of your eye from the camera. Sitting up fast and scooting closer to your desk where the old monitors sat, you rushed to click on the area you saw movement in just for nothing to be there once you got to it. But, you’re not crazy, you definitely saw something.
You stay on it for a few minutes before clicking out and letting all the cameras splay across your screen, eyes flocking over each just to see if you would catch any more movement. Luckily for you, a person is spotted strolling through one of the haunted houses. Your finger works fast against the mouse to tap into that camera and really take in the sight to confirm your lack of going crazy.
You end up gasping in surprise because on the camera shown to you is the Toji Fushiguro walking around with not a single care in the world. Then—perhaps you imagine it but—he suddenly stops walking and looks directly at the camera before winking.
Your flashlight, a pair of handcuffs, and your safety gun are all swiped up in a matter of seconds before you go rushing out to try and catch him inside that haunted house in person.
Unfortunately for you, by the time you make it there, he’s nowhere to be found.
The rest of your night carries out without another hitch.
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Night three.
This night wasn’t super eventful honestly.
Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself in comparison to all the other nights you’ve had so far and end up having going forward. The most noteworthy thing about night number three is how there’s movement on the cameras again and this time when you go out to check and see who it is, some random bummy-ass actor named Naoya is the perpetrator.
He made a lot of distasteful comments about you that he tried to pass off as compliments but his way of doing so was so disturbing that you were very quick with the way you cuffed him and escorted him off of park grounds.
Now, according to Shiu, you’re technically not supposed to cuff any of the scare actors unless they give you trouble. Yet, the moment you explained to him that the actor in question was Naoya, he understood immediately and even said how you could’ve been a little rough with the guy too since he’s known for being a complete ass to everyone he comes in contact with.
No sight of Toji during all that though.
Interesting.
——
Night four.
While this night wasn’t exactly the highlight of your entire job, it was definitely something worth mentioning. Why? Oh, y’know because this is the night you “formally” meet Toji Fushiguro and by formally, it’s only meant that he scares the living shit out of you while you’re in your office.
Legs perched up against your desk—eyes everywhere but on the cameras because you were too busy texting Shiu about god knows what—you hadn’t really been doing your job. But since your employer didn’t seem to mind, that meant it was okay in some sense, right? Even though the only reason he didn’t mind was that you and he were exchanging very flirtatious messages with one another, the point still stands.
And as you sat back tapping away on that bright screen of yours, you were completely oblivious to the watchful eyes all around you. For the past three days before now, you figured no one dared to come to your office at the very least. If anyone was going to be on park grounds after hours like this, they were sure to be somewhere fun or somewhere that would cause you to get up.
To your everloving surprise—just as you’re nibbling away at your bottom lip in reaction to something rather explicit said by Shiu—a voice hits you from your right. “Wow, I’m almost offended.” A man with a voice deep enough to invoke a scream of pure fear from your throat comments all too casually.
God, you really were jumpy for a security guard.
That same man can’t help but laugh when you go tumbling out of your chair after being scared like that. After all, this is the kinda reaction he usually works so hard for throughout the day. “Here I thought somethin’ bad had happened to you since you didn’t come lookin’ for me like last time and yet, you’re here sexting with that old fart Shiu.” The man continues in a low drawl, watching you struggle to collect yourself on the floor.
Your heart is hammering in your chest from the jump scare and you forget all of your very short training that was given for this position. No one was supposed to be in the park, let alone in your office like this and yet here this guy was talking all regularly as if this were just another Thursday night.
When your head does finally fly up and your eyes meet his, the first thing you do is gulp. Toji was a big man and from your angle down on the floor right now, he seemed twice his usual size. Large beefy arms folded across his broad chest, head cocked to the side, scarred lips tugged up into a torpid smirk, and dark verdant eyes low-lidded and taut on your floored frame.
You don’t know what he normally wears for work to scare people but right now he was in a black shirt that looked like it was glued to his muscles and some big baggy grey sweatpants that made you double-take a few times because you swear you saw–
Toji suddenly crouches down to you and smiles. “Aw, look at’cha. Too frightened to say anything, officer?”
You instinctively throw something nearby at him, to which he swiftly evades with some sort of nonchalance that leaves you irritated already. Whatever you’d thrown clatters somewhere behind him and he glances back at the item before chuckling.
“Oh, we’re feisty today, huh?” He comments, slowly turning his expression to face you once more. Those low eyes of his shoot open in surprise when he’s met with a gun pointed at his face. Geez, all he did was scare you! Scoffing at the rather cute display, Toji merely tips his head further to the side so that your gun isn’t blocking the eye contact he wants to keep with you as he says, “You plan on doin’ something with that or are you jus’ trying to be cute?”
Something catches in your chest, like this burning feeling of distaste at the way he didn’t seem even phased by having a weapon pointed at him like this. “You’re not supposed to be here, Mr. Fushiguro.”
His smile widens, “You’ve got some pretty manners for a woman with a gun to my head.”
“And you’ve got some audacity parading about the park after hours. Just because the place is named after you doesn’t mean you can break the rules, asshat.” You spit.
Toji snorts, “Oh c’monnn, you’re no fun.” Then, along with that little taunting tone of his, he lets his gaze slip down a little, “I just came to check on you. You weren’t even doing your job properly if I managed to make it all the way here without you noticing.”
Obviously, you’re quick to take offense, despite his words being very much true. But it’s not your fault you were distracted, Shiu has a very filthy way of words that’d leave anyone distracted.
Rolling your eyes, “Cut the bullshit. The last time you were walking around, you left before I could catch you.”
Toji stares at you for a moment before leaning back a bit in thought. You had a point there, he did purposefully draw you out of your office the other day just to mess with you, and then left without a trace. But, could you really blame him? He wanted to get a decent grasp on your personality and how committed you were to this little five-day job of yours.
Humming, “Oh, did I?” as he comes to terms with it.
You continue to hold that gun up, still aiming at him but not seeming to have any intentions of pulling the trigger.
The man barks out another laugh and shakes his head as he throws his hands to admit defeat, “Okay, fair.” Then those burly shoulders lifted to shrug, “But so what if I wanna walk around after hours, who’s it harmin’?”
Your pointed stare persists, “Me and my job.”
“You don’t have to tell anyone I’m here,” he counters.
You’re quiet for a moment and a moment only, thinking his words over. Technically he was right, you didn’t have to tell anyone he was ever there but, you didn’t want anything to come out of your pay and you had no idea whether or not Shiu checked the camera feeds after you left just to make sure you were doing everything correctly—especially considering that warning of his on your first day…
Don’t fuck the scare actors.
Y’know, looking at Toji now and the way he’s so casual about having a gun pointed at him, perhaps you understood that whole temptation thing, just a bit. He was unfairly sexy with everything he did, after all.
Eventually, you let your hand fall and return your weapon to its holster with a sigh, “Can you please just go?” You request defeatedly. You didn’t want to drag this out any longer or fall victim to any more “temptation”.
Toji seems amused by your attitude now and he pushes up from his knees to stand. Then, with a roll of his shoulder, he makes sure to add a snarky little, “As long as you promise to do your job properly once I do, sure.” While he turns for one of the exits.
“Excuse me?” You scoff, finally managing to pull yourself up off the floor.
He starts to disappear around the corner and you hear him continue with yet another taunt that’s sure to leave you all the more annoyed. “Keep your eyes on those cameras, officer.” Toji muses.
You try to catch up with him and turn that corner yourself just to make sure he’s actually heading down the hallway to leave, “I always-” You’re cut off by the fact that there’s not a single sight of him down the hallway as your eyes peer down its expanse. It was so strange the way he always just disappeared like that. Leaving you murmuring a soft and confused, “The fuck…”
——
Night five.
The night that actually matters, if you will.
The past few were… something but tonight definitely takes the cake. After yesterday’s strange encounter with Toji, you’d found yourself actually listening to his scolding about you not doing your job properly.
Instead of giggling through Shiu’s texts the entire night, you were perked up in front of the monitors, flipping through each of the camera frames like a hawk as if waiting for something to happen. That stretches on for hours and you quickly find your brain feeling dull with a strong impending boredom that you previously cured via texting.
Yet, something in you was determined to make Toji eat those words about you not doing shit properly. As if he had any room to speak, he literally broke park rules twice already! There you were though, headphones in your ear as you listened to music to give your mind some sort of stimulation while you stared blankly at the live footage ahead.
Nothing had moved or changed for hours and you felt like you were going to fall right asleep any moment now. Luckily for you though, you hear a sound down the hallway just outside your left office door. It scares you a bit but you’re trying to get control over all your jumpiness so, you roll your chair over to the door and lazily poke your head out.
Eyes scanning the drab hall ahead for any signs of life—having assumed the sound might’ve come from one of those rodents you’d once spotted previously—you’re quickly disappointed by nothing being there. Then you let out a heavy sigh and roll back to your monitors, clicking through to new areas you’re not exactly responsible for checking just because you needed something new to look at.
The soft click, click, click of your mouse was the only thing alongside the old fan running on your desk that made noise within your office. Everything was so still that it got eerie whenever you paid attention to it long enough. You were really alone in this big ass park, forced to watch some cameras for a few hours just to get paid….
The realization dawns on you a bit but just before you could quite dwell on it, you flick to a new area and gasp softly at what you’re met with.
Toji.
He’s standing in some office that weirdly looks a lot like yours, hunched over a desk and looking at a screen in front of him. You blink a few times and try to zoom in to figure out what exactly that screen is but you’re quickly distracted by the way his head turns and he makes eye contact with you. Well, technically the camera you’re currently watching him from but, it was close enough and sudden enough to make you gulp.
The man wasn’t exactly scary, he was just… creepy? But, in a good way, considering his profession ‘n all..
Even so, the two of you have some kind of staring contest before you see the way he makes a gesture with his fingers to beckon you toward him and then mouths out the words; Come get me.
You’re quickly ticked off all over again because who did he think he was taunting you like that? First, he had the nerve to criticize you on your job—even though he was right—and now he had the nerve to challenge you to come find him?
You don’t think you could’ve moved any faster, honestly. You hated how he thought he was just so smart and slick, hiding off in a section of the theme park he knew you were not even supposed to be looking at. Yet there you were storming off in that direction ‘cause you’d rather die than let him think he’s got you bested in… whatever it was the two of you had going on.
And in all this, the worst part was that he definitely was besting you in this—whatever it may be—because you didn’t even stop to think nor consider how the hell he always knew you were watching him. Or how he kept disappearing from areas as soon as you went to look for him.
At least, none of this dawns on you until you get to the same place you just saw him standing in on the cameras. The mock office you were in now was creepier than yours, dust and cobwebs coating nearly everything and the only source of lighting coming from your flashlight before you felt around for something to flick the lights on and then a dim creepy red light lit up only a fraction of the area.
It was clear that this was yet another attraction in the park but, it was almost like this room was made to scare people like you who worked there. The whole room was almost an exact replica of your office, just older. It made you wonder why the hell visitors of the park would wander into this area. After surveying the area, you soon groan at the lack of Toji being here and then turn to leave.
Juuust as you make it halfway down the hall, you hear a thump somewhere behind you that’s followed by a low, “Shit.”
You immediately turn back and rush in the direction since there was no way in hell you’d let Toji get away from you again. The moment you enter the office, you don’t even think twice about damn near tackling the man standing there. It would’ve been really embarrassing if it wasn’t Toji but luckily for you, as your hands work to pin a pair of wrists down and your body straddles his, it does turn out to be him.
Perfect.
You’re using one hand to keep his wrists crossed over one another while you work your other fingers toward a pair of handcuffs and finally finally get him restrained. “Got you,” You finally huff all confidently with a proud smile etched onto your features. He wasn’t getting away all easily this time, not without you properly dragging him out yourself just like you did with Naoya before.
Toji’s huffing a bit at the way you actually caught him off guard—at least with getting him down on the floor, he wasn’t expecting that at all—but a smug grin remains on his face, almost making you feel small despite being on top of him. “Yeah ya’ did, doll.” He purrs all deeply, watching the way your smile flickers. “So, what’re you gonna do now, huh?”
“Uh,” You glance off to the side, hand still holding his wrists down whilst you move to cuff him properly, “Escort you out, obviously.”
Those thin dark brows of his shoot up all unsurprisedly, “Really? But we were having so much fun.” He claims. You’re trying to figure out where he got that from since all you two have been doing is playing some weird game of cat and mouse up until now. Then he adds, “Are y’really gonna make me leave after all that?”
“You were having fun, not me.” You correct shortly.
Toji cocks a brow and lets those deep hazel-like eyes of his flock down your body, “Is that why you’re sitting on top of me and pinning me down like this?” He asks slowly, lips quirking up into a smirk now.
You try to ignore the way his looks make your body feel hot above him, “This was necessary, otherwise you would’ve run away like you did the last two times.”
“Yeah?” Toji taunts, hips twitching upward and leaving it damn near impossible for you not to feel what’s pressing up hard against your spread legs. You quickly realize the position the two of you are in right now. He seems to have acknowledged it and decides to tip his head back as if to get comfortable, “Alright then, officer. Escort me out.”
Smug bastard.
For some reason unbeknownst to both of you, your body doesn't move. You just sit there on top of him, keeping him pinned while your eyes widen and you try to figure out what the hell you really wanted to do with him.
“Hah, lemme guess..” Toji starts up again, head tilting to the side with such confidence that it almost pisses you off… again. Then you feel his legs move and his hips rise a bit, not only pressing his erection firmly against you but also causing your body to slump forward just a bit more. “You feel it too, huh?” He whispers.
Your face is hovering decently over his now and you’re expertly ignoring that fat twitch of his cock beneath you. Gulping before you ask, “Feel what?” You could hardly remember how the hell you got into this position in the first place.
“‘Me against you.” He clarifies quickly enough for your face to flush over. “I love seeing a strong woman on top of me, can’t help but get a lil’ turned on by it.”
Batting your lashes down at him, the last thing you expected was for him to explain himself to you. Stammering, “T-Toji.”
His smile softens just a bit at the sound of his first name on your tongue like that, “What? We’re both adults here and I feel like I can be honest with ya’. So, what do you say you uncuff me and uh,” He clicks his tongue before glancing off, “Y’know, let me reward ya’ for finally catching me.”
The implication alone was enough to make you throb. Feeling his thick bulge resting right underneath you really wasn’t helping you make proper decisions. It was definitely bigger than anything you’ve had before, you could feel it creating the most sinful friction between the two of you every time either of you opened your mouths.
Fuck, it was torture.
“I don’t need a reward for that,” You eventually manage to say, trying to remember your professionalism. Then you take your lower lip into your mouth and chew on it in thought before sighing, “I need to take you out of the park.” The words left you as if they were a reminder to yourself and not him.
Toji finally looks directly up at you again. He could practically see the gears in your head turning, “And yet you’re sittin’ on top of me, twitching every time I open my mouth, and lookin’ at me like you wanna fuck me.” He blurts out. “Is that what it is—why you’re not movin’? Cause’ you wanna fuck?”
You make the mistake of flinching and he grits his teeth to bite back a groan. Your little jump felt way too close to you grinding against him and it was starting to drive him insane.
Then you have the nerve to breathe out a soft, “What?”
“Don’t pull the innocent card here,” Toji snaps, eyes narrowing before they flick down to your lips and how sweetly they’re parted. “I can practically see the drool against your lips.”
You blink, “I-I don’t-“
“Hell,” His gaze flutters down and he just lets himself grind up against your clothed cunt fully. “I can feel the drool on those other lips too.”
“You’re nasty,” You puff out before ultimately lifting your hips entirely—as if to escape how good it felt when he rolled his hips like that—and then going to stand up over him. “I don’t want to fuck you a-and… and I’m not getting off on any of this.”
Toji bites his bottom lip and then looks down at your thighs, noticing how close you are despite standing up. He doesn’t move from the floor and instead sneers, “She says with a soakin’ wet pussy.”
“Oh my god.” Your breath catches in your throat.
“Whaaat?” Toji purrs, still sprawled out on the floor but now leaning up as his cuffed hands fall into his lap. “Are you mad I know the effect I have on you?” He asks with an endearingly tilted head.
You send a glare down to him, “You don’t have an effect on me, Toji.”
“We’re still here though,” He points out, “I’m cuffed but you’re not removing me.”
“That’s because-“
“Because you’re too hot ‘n bothered to think straight.” He cuts off before shifting forward, cuffed hands creeping up to the back of your calves. “And y’know, there’s a real easy fix for that.”
You gulp—thickly—and then finally cave, shoulders slumping slightly in defeat. “…What might that be, exactly?” You ask carefully, asking yourself over and over; how did you get here?
Toji’s smile grows wicked. Gotcha’.
From the angle he’s at, he doesn’t even realize how hungry he looks to please you over anything else. “You could spread these legs ‘n show me you’re not the least bit turned on after all that,” He suggests, eyes burning up into yours with a look of longing. “‘Promise I’ll leave ya’ alone after that.”
Now, you very well could have just told him no right then and there because truthfully, Toji would’ve left you alone even if you refused to show him anything. If you’d walked away, that would’ve been fine.
But do you? Fuck no.
Which is exactly why your work pants soon slip down your legs and you reveal a slicked pair of panties to his overly greedy green eyes. You’re standing right in front of him and Toji’s a big man so he’s eye level with your cunt even as he remains seated on the floor.
His hands have now dropped from your legs and are pawing at that plump tent in his pants. His cock was sweltering at the tip, drips and drips of precum bundling up against the fabric of his boxers while he stared all starved at the way your panties were practically glued to your soaked folds.
At first, he didn’t even know what to say. Words weren’t coming to his mind for a long moment because all his instincts were telling him to get a taste. Before he even realizes it, a sturdy grunt is falling past his lips and his brows are twisting up softly.
Then his eyes fawn upward on you, all pleading and low. “You can’t put wet pussy in front of my face ‘n expect me not to want a taste,” He breathes out as if it were your fault he was feeling the way he was right now (it was). He leans forward some more and his hands—albeit still restrained—come slithering up your thighs.
You don’t pull away or push at him and the look you were giving him said you wanted exactly what he was thinking.
Toji swallows down a whine when your hips actually shift closer. One lift of your leg and he’d really be able to see everything. You don’t do that though, not yet.
Instead, you move a hand down to his jaw and force him to tip further up so that you could see his entire expression—how desperate he was for it, how he was the one drooling now, and the constant flinching in his expressions as if he were trying not to look too needy.
“Jus’ one lick?” Toji finally asks, smiling now. “I’ll be good for it.”
Don’t fuck the scare actors, Shiu had warned. Yet here you are, soaking wet in front of the park’s most prized scare actor.
You don’t have to worry about me where that’s concerned, Mr. Kong, you claimed oh so sweetly and now look at you—letting Toji yank your panties down your legs after you gave him a stupid nod of your head in approval.
Toji’s now leaning forward to cup your cunt into his mouth and suck the greediest gathering of slick past his lips, letting his eyes roll to the back of his head, and then groaning sinfully at the sweet taste on his tongue. “Just one lick” his ass, he’s moving his hands and the next thing you hear is a loud snap of metal, both of his hands flying to your hips to jerk your body closer.
“Toji!” You gasp softly as a hand of yours shoots down to his dark head of hair and you grip on for support.
The man lets one of his grasps move to your thigh so he can properly place it over one of his shoulders and get the right angle to eat your pussy like a man absolutely starved. His tongue is sloppy and hot against your soaking lips, lathering in between them and letting the filthiest of noises echo out into the air as if he didn’t have a single care in the world.
When his tongue glissades up to your clit, his palms lift ever so slightly just to slap at your skin before grinding his mouth forward into your cunt—moaning at the way you twitch all gorgeously against his skillful tongue. “C’mon doll, ride my fuckin’ face.” He grunts into you, eyes unmoving and daring as they peer up at your steadily dishevelling state. “Don’t be shy,” Toji coos once his lips pry away just to spit on your clit and get it nice ‘n messy for himself, diving back in after with a husk whisper of, “Use me.”
That just about does it for you. Your head tips to the side and that hand you’ve got buried in his hair grips tighter before your hips go bucking forward, meeting the long languid strokes of his tongue and feeling your folds drag all over his mouth.
Toji smiles against your dewy pussy lips, tongue sloshing against every grind forward. “Mhmm, jus’ like that,” He hushes into your folds as his mouth angles up and then his tongue darts out to lap around your clit a few times just to spell his name onto it. “Mmmh-, uhuh,” Toji’s nearly babbling into you before pulling back just a tad and feeling the way you force his mouth against you again. Almost whining, “That’s it, put this mouth to work… Make yourself feel good, pretty.”
And oh do you do exactly that, using your grip on his hair to yank and haul him every which way you needed, feeling his fingers snake up in between your sexily parted thighs to then plunge right past your puffy folds just to curl inside you and pry a gasp from deep within your throat.
You hunch forward and your grasp on his head falters in reaction to that. Eyes all wide in surprise and voice airy, “T-Toji, fuuck… right there,” You moan embarrassingly.
It was almost annoying you how good he was at this, especially considering how he’d even broken those cuffs you put on him just to make sure he got the job done right. Toji’s tongue is licking and swirling around your clit til’ it’s raw, not prying away to even breathe until you’re writhing above him and whimpering about how you needed a moment to collect yourself.
He doesn’t even realize when you gush all around his fingers, despite diving them right up into your most sensitive spot and having the prettiest squelches echo out into the room.
It’s not until you look down and notice the way his body was twitching just as much as yours was that you manage some coherent words again. Moaning, “Hnngh! Hahh.. you-, ngh… you like this?” You ask perfectly enough for it to actually register in his brain between the thick clouds of arousal collecting there.
“Fuckin’ love it,” Toji moans right back to you. “Could keep you on my tongue like this for the rest of the night but uh,” He derides and then shoots a fat glob of spit onto your pussy, watching the way it catches in your slick and dribbles down slowly. Fuuuck, his cock was aching. “M’gonna make a mess of myself down here if I don’t fuck you soon.”
You manage a flushed smile, “W-Would that be so bad?”
His thumb plucks up and presses against your clit as his wet face tips all the way back and he nods. “Yeah,” he whispers, breath hot against your cunt. “Wanna make a mess inside you, instead. S’that alright with you, officer? You gonna let me do that?” Toji asks carefully.
You’d have to be out of your mind to say no to that at this point, nodding yes without a second thought.
Seconds later and he’s ripping himself away from you and then standing up. Your legs are a bit shaky from the number of orgasms he so casually brought you to just a few moments ago and he’s towering over you all over again, chest lifting and rising as he catches his previously escaped breath.
God, you were already a gorgeous mess in front of him and he’d only just started. “Slutty lil’ security guard,” He snorts, sizing you up and down, “Wanted to talk about me breakin’ rules and now look at’cha.”
You’re panting just as much as he is, “Shut up-”
“Nah, you shut up and get up on that desk f’me,” Toji cuts off brazenly and it’s downright pathetic the way you do exactly that without another word.
And while you’re propping yourself up onto the desk all perfectly just as he’s told you to, Toji just so happens to look down and spot your gun on the floor.
He didn’t even realize you’d brought it with you when you came to detain him. He swipes it up from the floor and inspects it for a moment before looking at you again, scoffing, “This thing even loaded?”
“Yeah,” You breathe out unevenly. Honestly, you never knew if the gun was loaded or not but the way it looks in his hand right now and how he’s surveying it thoroughly makes you feel some type of way.
Toji’s gaze flicks back up to you and he cocks a brow, “Why do you look so fuckin’ needy? I ate you out properly, didn’t I?”
You gulp, “You did but…”
You both look down at the weapon in his hands and he smiles, “Kinky girl,” Toji coos, stepping closer to you and then caressing the inside of your thighs to part them wider before asking, “You want me to use this?”
Your lashes bat and you’re flustered by the question alone, sputtering, “I-I’ve never… I just-“
“Yes or no, doll.” He cuts off with this look in his eyes that tells you he's doing everything but judging you right now. “I’ll give you whatever you want, jus’ tell me.”
“Yeah…” You swear you were just curious about it. It’s not like you actually had a thing for gunplay or anything like that-
And then you feel the metal sliding up your skin steadily as it soon grazes your pussy lips until he nuzzles its tip in between them. Smirking, “You like that, huh? Feelin’ a gun against your clit like this..” He whispers as he watches himself work and catches the hitch in your breath. “Fuck. Normally I’m the one to suggest shit like this but you…” Toji’s brows just raise a bit as he finds himself at a loss for words
The fact that he even said normally as if this were something he did often goes over your head entirely and instead, you’re slouching back and gaping at him with a soft moan of, “I.. ah, I what?”
“You’re droolin’ over this.” He points out, hips shifting closer to the desk’s edge, “Soakin’ up your own gun like some whore, goddamn.” The weapon is careful against your clit and while his finger wasn’t even on the trigger, you were still feeling that mix of fear and arousal again.
Cunt slavering all against the material and leaking down onto the desk, you try to flip the script on him, “Don’t act like.. hah, like you’re not getting off on this too.”
There was a slick sound of movement where he was working that gun up and down the slit of your pussy, letting it tease at your hole just to hear you whine before he tugs it back up to your twitching bud. Trying to act like he didn’t understand what you meant, “Hm?” he hums.
You nod your chin toward his slightly bucking hips and let your head angle off to the side, “You’re rubbing against the edge of the table cause you-, mmngh.. you like this too.”
“Course’ I do,” Toji says rather hoarsely before leaning closer and moving his lips to hover over your head, “I’ve got a pretty woman lettin’ me rub her pussy with a gun like she trusts me with it.” Your breath hitches and his cock is pulsing angrily below, “Gettin’ wetter every time I do this,” Toji slinks the gun's slide down and parts your arousal-oozing folds and then chokes out a grunt, “So fuckin’ nasty, I love this shit.”
He teases you with the gun for a while and works you all the way up to the edge just to remove the weapon completely right when you’re about to cum. The way you cry out at the loss of your orgasm has him reaching his free hand down to start working his pants off and at least free his cock from its confines.
Simultaneously, he lifts that now soaked gun up to your face, tapping its tip against your lips and watching your lashes flicker. “Open up for me,” He whispers, to which you release a whine but listen oh-so-obediently, letting your jaw fall open and your tongue lull out. Toji immediately nudges the gun into your mouth and you look him directly in the eyes as you lick your own mess off of it. Earning a raspy, “Thereee you go, lick it all up.” from him.
The man lets you sit there and suck on the gun’s tip for a while so that he can shakily manage his needy cock out into the air. He gives himself a couple of lazy strokes as he watches you clean the entirety of the gun and then when you’re done, he pulls it away from you with a pleased smile.
“Tastes good, huh?” He teases.
You nod and let your tongue swipe out over your lips, “Sweet, yeah.”
That does it for him, hand leaving his length and coming up to your face instead.
“C’mere,” Toji’s searing. He’s all but lost it at this point, he can’t even think straight after hearing the way you called your own taste sweet. It was so fuckin’ nasty but confident that it made his head spin, lips sliding over yours just to dive his tongue into your mouth and capture your syrupy taste back onto his taste buds.
The kiss you two share is filthy and filled with needy groans and moans being poured into one another’s mouths as you hear him toss that gun elsewhere—the item clattering onto the floor off in the distance. Then both of his hands come up to cup your face and hold your head still while he fucks his tongue into your mouth, fighting a whine at the way you meet his energy.
You’re both drooling and drunk off of your own arousal to the point where you weren’t quite thinking straight. The sound of your lips sliding over his was almost louder than the way he ate you out. Hell, it’s almost nastier too. Toji only pulls away to thumb at your bottom lip again and then force your mouth to open wider for him just so he can spit onto your tongue and then smear his own right past your lips.
It was disgusting, really. Yet, not as disgusting as the way the head of his cock feels brushing against you a few moments later. You choke against him and tug your face back so you can look down and his tip is smothered in a glossy sheen of white, creeping forward with a light trickle of more cum that slips against your pretty folds.
“Oh fuck,” You whisper unintentionally, lashes batting at the raw size of his cock in comparison to your cunt.
Toji’s cock was all heavy and bobbing desperately within the space between the two of you, his hip easing forward just so his plump tip could haphazardly get caught against your pussy. The moment one of his hands leaves your face and shoots down to angle himself to your entrance, you start whimpering at the sheer stretch of what was beginning to push into you.
“Oh, don’t do that, sweetheart,” He coos all sweetly as if he wasn’t breaking you open right now. Then he has the nerve to tilt his head and bring his lips to your ear again, “Spread yourself out f’me, c’mon, you can take it.” Toji murmurs, cock still nudging its big head into you, “Fuuck, you’re gonna take it, I know you will.”
Despite your whines and the way your arms drape around his neck and cling to him for dear life, your cunt was busy swallowing every inch he was giving you, almost as if you just couldn't get enough. “Toji, I-I can’t, pleease…” You’re whispering as your forehead rests on his shoulder, “S’too big.”
Toji can’t even help the way he smiles in reaction, “Y’sound so pretty when you whine like that,” He huffs, pulling a couple inches out of you as if to help you cope. Then he has the nerve to snicker, “That’ good enough for you? Huh?” You obviously shake your head, your hole quivering at the rude loss of his dick so suddenly. He fully expected that reply of yours so he’s quick to hook his arms under your knees and hold you while his thick cock slides all the way in, “Yeahhh, thought so. Pussy like this needs to be stuffed full, right?” He accentuates with one swift thrust.
Your breath is knocked right out of your lungs as he hits deep, eyes rolling back and a moan flying past your drooly lips as you nod dumbly, “Uhuh.”
His hips reel back slowly and then he uses his grip on your legs to tug your cunt right back onto his cock, “Don’t mumble. Say, ‘yes, toji’.” He mocks.
The obscene squelches from your cunt that enter the air are almost louder than the way you answer him with a pretty purr of, “Yesss, Toji.”
His grunts are rivaling your moans by this point, especially with the way your weepy pussy was saturating every inch of his hard cock. You were fucked to tears in a matter of moments, feeling the way Toji was taking this as an opportunity to use you now.
And to think this was supposed to be your reward for catching him…
It’s not until you’re all cockdrunk and babbling about how good he feels inside you that he starts to heave a bit. Then he picks you up from the desk using his grasp and you almost lose your hold around his neck at the feeling of him bulging into your sweet spot, leaving you a gushing mess on him.
He had you in the air all effortlessly with those strong arms of his, letting gravity drag you back down onto his impaling dick every time he pumped himself forward. Huffing, “This is-, hahh, your last night here, right?”
You nod, “M-Mhm..”
Toji smiles, “Suppose’ I should leave ya’ with a lil’ parting gift then,” He suggests all of a sudden.
Your brows furrow a little and just as your eyes meet his, his hips pick up their pace and his cock is just thrashing all around your insides, a creamy mess of your cum having coated his staggering inches ages ago. Then you feel him twitching inside you and his thrusting is growing sloppier.
Oh.
The parting gift in question was of course him leaving you dripping with his cum, the mess of which drips down with sloppy little plp plp plps echoing out in between the rough slapping of your skin meeting his. And unbeknownst to you—while you were getting thick ropes of cum shot into your spongey walls—a certain someone had crept into the office you left.
When you stopped answering Shiu’s texts all of a sudden, he couldn’t help but grow worried and come by to check on you! So when he found you getting pounded by Toji off in one of the areas you honestly had no business ever stepping foot in, he also couldn’t help but take a seat in your chair and jerk off to the sight.
The cameras provided no sound but that was okay, those slutty looks on your face and the way Toji was stretching ‘n stuffing you were just enough to get him off.
Synopsis . Car breaking down and lost in the middle of nowhere with an axe wielding maniac on the loose? No fun. Good thing a sweet, kind lumberjack offers to put you up for the night. He's beefy, brawny, and such a gentleman. You'll be safe with Nanami, won't you? (based off of a nonnie req)
Pairing . lumberjack!nanami x slightly bimbo!reader / Content . afab!reader, fear play, getting chased through the woods, exhibitionism, a hint of pervy!reader but hes highkey into it, choking, spanking, nipple play, the ripping of clothing, dirty talk, lots of pussy slapping, he puts you in a headlock, slight size kink, lots of teasing, flirting, thigh fucking, rough sex, a hint of fluff if you squint, nanami's a sweetheart at first then he’s absolutely feral, pet names, etc . / wc . 9.4k
A/N: Disclaimer: Please do NOT do anything the reader does in this fic, irl, LMAOOO. All events are for story purposes only, pls stay safe out there! Banner from "Hachisuka's Family Kotoribako" (Kinktober Masterlist.) [MDNI]
Most people think at least once or twice before following a complete stranger off to their home, especially out in the middle of the woods.
You? You don’t even entertain the thought of danger when the tall hunk of a man that is Nanami Kento offers you a place to stay for the night. He was just being nice, you’d told yourself. Anyone would provide something like that after finding you stranded with your car all broken down!
Does that explain why you don’t bat an eye at the red-stained axe propped outside his front porch upon arrival? Or the newspaper sitting on his coffee table that quite literally mentioned an axe-wielding maniac on the loose? Or the fact that he fit the description of said maniac to the tee?
Nope.
And is that why you end up running through the woods the following morning in hopes of finding your vehicle before he finds you?
Well, yes.
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It was late in the afternoon when Nanami found you.
At first glance, he immediately knew you were a bit of a ditz. No woman with good sense had any business bending over into the hood of her vehicle—trying to figure out what was wrong with it—in the middle of the goddamn forest like that.
The road he spotted you on was one of those back roads that was tucked deep off into the forest. People typically only came out here for one of three things.
One—the most common—to avoid traffic. Two, to get to the woodland resort that was just a few miles out from there. And three, they happened to be locals with cabins tucked off in all different corners of the surrounding forest.
You did not appear to be any of the three.
You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all.
Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood.
Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list.
Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed.
Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing.
He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt.
Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?”
His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle.
The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself.
“I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth.
He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently.
Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble.
Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of–”
“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief.
“Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”
Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. “...You didn’t hear or feel anything when your car ‘gave out’ on you?” He asks carefully, raising a brow your way.
You go to shaking your head, “No, not at all! Whatever it is I ran over, I must’ve done so a while ago because I’d been driving just fine for quite some time prior to me pulling over here..”
He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?”
“A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”
And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met.
Thus leading him to glance off and notice how dark it’s getting, “Listen, as much as I would love to sit here and listen to your uh… adventures, the sun is setting and I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you all alone here like this.”
You blink once-, twice as you quickly realize he has a point. Your gaze travels to the area surrounding the two of you, and it only then dawns on you that this man kinda just appeared out of nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have a car of his own anywhere nearby. There’s nothing but tall, leafless trees and a steadily darkening forest around the two of you.
Hell, even you weren’t going to be too comfortable sitting in your car until sunrise…
“I have a spare tire you could borrow back at my cabin,” Nanami offers all of a sudden, gesturing back into the presumed direction of his place. “Though, I can’t help you while it’s dark out and uh,” He pauses to look at you up and down, fighting his smile once again. “I doubt you’d want to follow a stranger like me off into the–”
“Okay,” You cut off suddenly enough to leave him surprised. You didn’t care too much that he was a stranger, and although you definitely showed signs of not being able to defend yourself whatsoever, you had the means to do so if it really came down to that—especially now that he’d shown he’s fallen for that rather misleading ditzy persona of yours.
Truth be told, you did have a spare tire in your trunk. You weren’t that careless.
But you also didn’t want to sleep in your car tonight, especially not alone in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nanami seemed kind enough, despite emerging from the woods just to offer you some help and being a complete stranger to you…
But hey, at least he was a hot stranger, right?
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And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. He’d given you his name—first and last—but you were rather insistent on being polite and calling him by the last. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away.
It also explained how he found you, considering he’s not too distant. Nanami was also very open and talkative during that walk of yours and explained that he used to be a businessman but decided he needed a slice of quiet and tucked off into the forest a few years ago to be a lumberjack. Which explained that physique of his.
Fallen leaves crumpled and crunched beneath both of your feet as you two walked the dirt path toward his place and upon arrival, the very first thing you noticed was an old red axe lodged neatly into a piece of wood on his front porch as he guided you up.
Nanami was in the midst of telling you some of his woodland adventures—as if to reciprocate what you’d told him about your road trip so far—before you stopped and stared rather openly at the tool.
He was opening his front door for you before he noticed where your eyes had landed, and he offered you a gentlemanly smile, “That’s my little money maker right there.” He says to hopefully make up for any awkwardness.
You nod, “Yeah?” and he starts telling you about his axe and how he’s had it for years and years, yet all you could focus on was the dried red sitting at the blade’s edges—a shade of which did not match the red paint of the tool and was also located where a silver color sat beneath. Huh, interesting, you’d thought.
And when Nanami made an effort to explain how some bears and other wild animals frequent this forest quite often, you figure that’s where the blood came from.
Not that he ever explicitly confirms that, though.
As he resumes his talk of what it’s like to be a lumberjack, he kindly walks you into his home—holding the door open and letting you enter first—before offering you a short tour. It was clear he wanted to make you nice and comfortable, considering he was still a stranger to you.
You agreed to the tour and made sure to take in every detail of his home just in case anything were to happen. You’d check your phone every time his eyes left you, making sure it was nicely charged and that you had some sort of service.
Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those horror-type plots, so you were actually perfect in terms of service. Y’know, after he offered and then gave you his cabin’s wifi…
He then showed you around that spotless kitchen and living room of his, in which you just so happened to notice a news article sitting on the coffee table while he told you the nearest town was at least a mile away and filled with unfriendly locals.
You ended up plucking the article from its spot to skim over it curiously as he spoke and told you stories of his bad experience with the people of the town.
Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read and send him a few skeptical glances, but considering how you didn’t say anything, he figured you didn’t suspect him.
He’s not the only lumberjack around, after all. That maniac could’ve been anyone.
As the tour soon concluded, Nanami showed you to a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. The bathroom—along with his bedroom—was just down the hall and he told you not to be too shy to ask him for anything.
See? Simple.
Surely if he were crazy and wanted to kill you, he would’ve shown signs by now or made some attempt at doing so. Instead, Nanami did nothing but be a handsome host for you and even invited you into his living room to sit down and eat dinner with him.
Outside of being a sexy lumberjack, Nanami was also a fine cook.
You’re now sitting on the comforting stretch of his leather couch, a half-eaten warm plate of food in hand, and a steady draft of warmth that stems from the fireplace he’s so kindly lit for you. The cabin’s air was coated in thick scents of cedar and that homey-smoke, everything around you oh-so-meticulously placed. You distantly considered in your mind how everything was a bit too clean for a man who lived so far from town.
Shrugging it off, you were quick to remind yourself that this was okay. He was okay, despite that little article you kept taking a peek at…
There's a subtle, quiet movement somewhere behind you before Nanami comes into view and sets a softly steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you, “This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asks, voice smooth, velvety even.
You glance up at him and find yourself admiring the way the warm light from the nearby flames catches against his chiseled face. A man like this really had no business being single and alone like this, he was visibly perfect. “This is just fine, thank you.” You manage as you set your plate down and then bring the warm mug into your cooler palms.
Nanami breaks out a smile, that gentle and polite one he’s sent your way one too many times since he’d run into you. It was the kind of expression that made your heart feel warm and safe. Catching something in your gaze, he lets off a slight sigh as he sits himself down in the nearby armchair, “You’re lucky, y’know.” He hums, large frame easing into his seat as he speaks. “This area isn’t exactly the safest for ‘outsiders’.”
Between your careful sips on the warm cocoa he’d made you—that’s oddly crafted to utter flawlessness—you look off in thought before chiming, “Outsiders? Is that what those locals that don’t like you call people like me?”
He never seems to let his gaze stray away from you, “Oh, they call me that too. That’s how I know it’s not too safe out here. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of them found you and not me.”
You chuckle, “So, those missing person reports…” You begin, gesturing toward the stack of articles, “You think the townsfolk made those stories up and pinned them on…” The word ‘you’ rested on the tip of your tongue but, you quickly swallowed it down. “One of the lumberjacks out here to mislead people?”
“And keep people scared, yes,” Nanami answers promptly. “It is October after all. If you look at the dates on all those reports, they’re rather recent. I feel as though it’s a seasonal thing they do for the spirit of this spooky month.”
A town of people who make up missing person reports for the month of Halloween? How peculiar. You’d never heard anything quite like that. You shrug it off, though. There’s a town of oddities everywhere, right? This was no different.
As the small talk dissipates, the fire’s low crackles swallow up the atmosphere and it felt as though time were slowing down. You’d never felt so… at ease around a complete stranger like this before. Nanami’s just as quiet as you are now, as if to let both of your thoughts mingle about and carry through the silence.
The wind outside seems to be picking up a bit, lightly clashing against the large cabin windows as you two sit and enjoy one another’s presence. You sip on your seasonal beverage until the mug is light in your hand, your taste buds satisfied, and your stomach full—two things that completely contrast how you thought you’d end up spending your night just a few hours ago.
Before you bid Nanami goodnight and head off to the guest bedroom, you sit there and start taking in the details of his home again. You were growing increasingly aware of how unnervingly faultless everything was. Tucked into a corner was a tall bookshelf lined with literature of all sorts, the spines aligned and rather dustless.
Even the fireplace a few feet in front of you was gorgeously untouched and yet polished. The neatness of Nanami’s cabin was feeling less and less like mere tidiness and more like some sort of strange control.
But hey, perhaps you were looking too deeply into everything. He’s just a very particular man. Nothing weird about that, right?
When the two of you finally parted ways for the night, Nanami took your dishes off into his kitchen and wished you a good night. Aside from the easing running of water as he washed your plate and mug, the only sounds to travel throughout his cabin now were your footsteps toward your room for the night.
By the time you entered said room, you’d come to the same reasoning that—just because the description in the article you read, and even talked about, earlier said the suspect was a six-foot-tall blond man with brown eyes—Nanami was in no way the killer.
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With the night carrying on ever-so-smoothly without a hitch, you actually end up finding yourself unable to sleep.
The moonlight acts as the only sort of illumination all throughout the man’s house, and you quickly realize that once you slip out of the guest bedroom and tiptoe down the hall towards the bathroom. You weren’t quite sure what was keeping you up, but you hoped using the bathroom would help you figure it out.
That, and you used your trip to the bathroom as an excuse to explore the cabin a little more on your own. It was quite cozy all around and the wood hardly creaked beneath your light steps whilst you paced about. Considering only one, unmarried man lives out here alone… you really couldn’t help the impending suspicion that continued to rise within you as you explored his house.
Nothing was out of place and half of the furniture seemed as though it was rarely touched, if even at all.
As you stop by the kitchen for a glass of water, the cleanliness of Nanami’s cabin seems to stand out even more. Every glass within the cabinets was so perfectly placed that it was nearly uncanny. No dust sat on anything, not even the glasses in the very back.
You shrug it off. Maybe you were being too anal about things again.
Or at least, that’s what you thought before you began to notice other peculiarities as you sipped your fresh glass of water. Everything was painfully squeaky clean.
The large windows that decorated the majority of the cabin’s walls? So spotless the moonlight was elegantly pouring in onto the almost reflective wooden floors. The counters? Also spotless. Every cabin and handle? Guess what? Spotless.
There was a very faint scent of recently used cleaning products so, in your head, you deduced that Nanami was some sort of clean freak.
Once you finish up with your water and finally make that trip to the bathroom, you’ve still got all these questions raging war in your mind.
Say he was that axe-wielding maniac from the article… Did he really kidnap and murder all those people? Did he have a reason for it? Was it because of the town’s unfriendliness? Were you his next victim..?
No, no, Nanami had been way too nice and open with you for any of those things to be true. Plus, he told you the townsfolk probably made those articles up for the Halloween spirit.
Yeah, that reality’s a lot easier for you to digest.
But if you’re being fully honest with yourself… as long as he doesn’t plan to kill you, you don’t think you mind the alternative and more likely reality of him being the killer. At least he was hot, right?
And he was nice to you.
That’s a lot better than you could say about the guys you’ve dealt with back home.
You’re washing and drying your hands now, hoping to return to bed and make a second attempt at sleep. The man was kind enough to let you stay the night, and here you were mentally accusing him of being a murderer when he hadn’t even done anything–
As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you walk face-first into something that feels like a brick wall, hands shooting up to brace yourself, and a soft huff exiting your throat. When you look up, you’re met with your host’s slightly surprised expression.
His sturdy hands are on your arms, holding you after you’d so carelessly walked into him—even though he was standing right in front of the bathroom door and didn’t really give you room to do anything else…
“Ah, sorry, Nanami,” You chime softly, voice filling the quiet of the stiff hallway surrounding the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”
His gaze is delicate as it sets down on you, “You’re quite alright, darling.” Nanami voices attentively before his head weighs to the side, “Was this just a trip to the bathroom, or could you not sleep as well?”
You grin, “I’d say a bit of both, but mainly the first thing. I’m gonna try to get some rest now, though.” Your explanation comes out rather quickly, and you’re unintentionally awkward as you break yourself away from his light grasp, turning elsewhere. “Night, Nanami.”
“Goodnight,” He replies with a slight smile on his face.
He turns to the bathroom ahead but finds himself pausing to watch you walk down the hall. Your footsteps are careful, he notices. Though he’s not sure why that sticks out to him. He had no intentions of…
Shaking the unfinished thought away, the blond clears his throat, “Actually, wait. Before you go,” You stop promptly—almost as if hoping for him to say something—and then swivel around at the sound of his voice, catching his eyes under the dim lighting from the rather full moon outside. “I’m curious.”
A brow of yours shoots up, “About?”
Nanami’s eyes are calculated on your slightly distanced frame, wonder swirling within his pupils. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you and yet, here you stood in his home hours past midnight… wearing a shirt he lent you to sleep in, no less.
You had to lack shame. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would a woman do the things you were doing like this? It’s like you wanted to make his hobby easy for him…
With the left corner of his lips twitching as he fights off a knowing smirk, Nanami’s voice smoothes into the air all honeyed and low, “Do you follow strange men into their homes like this often?” He asks.
You merely snort, “You’re not strange.”
As if that answered his question…
“You don’t know that,” He warns carefully, foot shifting on the floor to angle his body so that he’s facing you. You still stood a few feet away from him, a distance in which he was fine with.
…For now.
“You’re right, I don’t,” You soon agree, to which his brows shoot up in surprise. “But, no, I don’t do this often.” Your answer makes him sigh in relief. It was good to hear that you weren’t always this careless.
Nanami’s hands slip into the pockets of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing much more than you—a simple white tee and some grey sweats, his usual nightwear—and yet he still caught the way you were drinking him up, as if the lack of bright lighting was supposed to conceal the way your eyes roamed and then lingered in all the right places and more.
His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose and you two make direct visual contact as his chin dips down a bit and the frames slip just enough to reveal those chestnut-shaded eyes of his. “May I ask what made me so different then?” His voice was rich and sweet enough to make you dizzy if you listened to it long enough.
“Hmm..” You hum in faux thought, despite having the answer clear in your head. “I dunno, maybe because you’re hot.” You explain honestly.
Nanami smiles to himself at the sound of that. He truly did admire your lack of shame as time went on, “You willingly allowed yourself to stay the night at a stranger’s just because you find them attractive?”
You’re chuckling and he’s taking the slightest step closer. “Well, yes.” You reply.
To which the man lets out a scolding little scoff, “That’s quite careless, y’know.” He warns once more, growing nearer.
You don’t fight the distance. If anything, you quite welcome it. Especially with the way you gradually shift closer. It was as though both of you had some sort of silent understanding that there was way too much space between you for all the tension that was building.
Even though the tension in question was building toward two different things.
You wanted to get a piece of the man and he… well, he wanted the same thing but in a different way.
“Nanami,” You purr, hearing the wood faintly creak beneath his slow steps.
His smile has yet to fade and his energy is just so enticing at the moment that you feel lulled into him. It was like he’d put you under a vocal spell with that soothing tone of his, “I’ve told you, you can call me Kento.”
You release a sigh, “Listen, I’d rather be in here with a ‘stranger’—who I’ve gotten to know fairly well thus far—than out there sleeping in my car alone.”
Nanami’s walking comes to a stop once you’re in arm's reach and his voice is a little scary as he whispers, “You’re alone with a stranger though.”
Feigning not to see the danger you may now be in, “What’s your point?” You ask softly.
His gaze drags across your face and he fully intends to coax more of that frightened expression out of you as he murmurs, “We’re far enough away from town where no one could hear you scream, does that not concern you?”
You merely bat your lashes all innocently up at the man and the gesture is making his heart clench within his chest tightly. Then, you have the audacity to lean forward and lift a single finger up to his chest to poke him. Smiling, “No one could hear me scream out here?” You repeat.
Just to confirm, of course.
Nanami fights the furrow in his brows and instead looks down at the finger you hand pressing into his chest before breathing out a heavy, “No.”
A beat or two pass between you both and he hardly gets the chance to blink before you’re slithering yourself up close—too close—and looking directly at his expression to watch for his reaction as you ask, “Doesn’t that mean if we were to fuck, I could be as loud as I want?”
You practically watch his breath get tangled in the center of his throat and get a lucky feel of his heart skipping a beat beneath your finger. Of all things you could have said to him, of all ways you would have interpreted his truly harmless threats, that was nowhere near what he expected you to say.
Hence why his voice wavers a little as he chokes, “Pardon?”
Nanami’s eyes flick up to yours and he gulps thickly at the way you’re peering at him now.
“I said, if we fucked—like in here or even outside—I could be as loud as I want,” You repeat shamelessly with a few purposefully innocent bats of your lashes. “Right?”
The next delicious little thing you earn from him is a short scoff, as if he’s not just surprised but utterly bewildered by you. Here he was considering making you his next victim to chop up and the whole time you wanted to… get into his pants??
A sudden smirk dawns across his sharp features and he leans down to your ear, “Is that what you followed me out here for?” He questions low enough to have your body hot with anticipation. Then, before you could quite answer and as if you needed the clarification, his lips brush against your skin, “My cock?”
And there it was, that dizzying feeling again. It was one thing to hear his baritone travel across the hallway and caress your ears but to have his breath and thickly aroused voice against the crown of your ear was something else entirely.
Your lashes are fluttering for real now and you’re finally pulling away to create a little bit of distance, bashfully looking down to the ground, “Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like some kinda pervert.”
Nanami watches how shy you become and he feels as though he’s hardly holding back now, “I have reason to believe you are.” Lord knows killing you was now the last thing on his mind.
You’d just saved yourself by turning him on and you hadn’t the slightest clue. Hell, if anything, you had the nerve to grow shy about it.
Cute.
It takes you a moment to collect yourself and the moment your eyes meet his again, you can feel the lust hanging between the two of you. “Is that a bad thing?” You murmur.
“No…” Nanami replies rather quickly, contrasting the firmness of his tone. Then he cocks his head to the side and finally allows his brows to meet slightly, “But, what am I meant to do with you now? Hm?”
“Whatever you want,” Comes spilling past your lips almost too eagerly, even for yourself.
He feels the painfully prominent twitch of his cock as your words ring out into the air and his mind was straying further and further from that gentlemanly approach he was so desperately trying to keep with you. “Careful, sweetheart.” Nanami advises, “You still don’t really know me.”
You appear to be amused by that, given the way you smile, “We can get to know each other in a few different ways.”
His voice is hardly restrained at this point, etching deeper into something husky, “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” You hum ever so innocently.
His eyes narrow down on you, “And how do you suggest we do that this late into the night?”
……
You had one suggestion.
But, it was less of a suggestion and more of a request.
Chase me through the woods, you’d said. Now your feet were burning against the uneven dirt below your rushed footsteps.
Sure, he agreed. And now you felt as though you’d run into him at any given moment now.
Before you even exited the house, Nanami mentioned that if you make it to your car before he finds you, it’d be best that you went ahead and left. When you asked him why, he told you, “You won’t be able to handle what finds you.”
Does that later turn out to be true? Maybe. But did you care in the moment? Of course not, you just got a hot stranger to agree to chase you through the woods! One of your darkest fantasies was coming to life and you couldn’t be happier.
But, you had to pretend like it wasn’t exactly what you’d been wanting since the moment he saw you bent into the hood of your car. This totally wasn’t the reason you’d been so bold with him and you definitely don’t want him to find you now.
A few more pieces of information had been shared between the two of you before you went running. Apparently, Nanami went out and fixed your car while you were holed up in the guest bedroom—even though he told you earlier that he couldn’t work in the dark.
The two of you also agreed that if he finds you before you find your car, he’s going to fuck you. The last thing he wanted to do was anything without your consent.
Even a murderer like him had morals! For you, at least.
The only thing Nanami didn’t tell you was that the car he fixed? Yeah, it’s actually not in the spot you left it in.
You don’t realize that until you get there.
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You’re a bit out of breath after running for the past few minutes or so but, you’re actually glad to see that your car is nowhere to be found.
Concerned? Sure. But at least this meant you didn’t have to leave just yet.
The only thing about this little arrangement that brought you true concern was how you knew he was somewhere in the woods hunting for you right now. The thought alone sends a chill down your spine, especially as you glance back in the direction you came and notice just how dark the forest is where the moon can’t quite reach.
You swallow thickly and turn away to think. You didn’t really need to hide if you wanted him to fuck you, right?
Nah, if you don’t hide, that’d take away all the fun!
Y’know, the same “fun” that quickly dies when you hear a twig snapping in the distance. Your heart decides to sink straight down into your ass and you nearly let out a sound of surprise. Luckily enough for you, your hand was over your mouth almost instinctively. Then your feet were moving on their own to try and duck behind the nearest and biggest tree you could find.
There’s no way he caught up to you that fast, right?
The surrounding forest is eerily quiet and you feel as though you should be able to hear him coming if that snapping branch was really him…
If anything, if it wasn’t him you think that’d scare you a whole lot more. After all, there is a murderer on the loose.
You didn’t quite consider that before now. What if the killer finds you before Nanami does? What if you died out here because you were too busy trying to get screwed against some tree by a complete stranger?
Imagine that on your headstone: stupid girl gets brutally dismembered in woods after being found by the known axe-maniac while waiting for some stranger to come fuck her.
Now your eyes were squeezing shut and your back was hugging the stiff tree behind you.
All your senses were quickly growing more alert as the seconds chipped away and suddenly, this wasn’t just a cute lil’ thing you decided to do anymore. You were surrounded by the unknown, covered in the darkness of shadows that cast over you where the moonlight couldn’t lay its delicate glow upon, and slowly growing more and more scared.
Anyone or anything could find you out here before Nanami did. The slightest shift of leaves on the ground just a few inches away from you, where wind gusts over, made your skin jump and you found yourself flinching at every little thing.
The gulp you take is thick with nerves, eyes flashing from one place to another as you try to catch the every adjustment of any and all nearby shades of night. The wood behind you pricks at your skin through the fabric of Nanami’s shirt that you’re still clad in, your back only pressing up against it more as if to merge into the tree itself, and the cool night air caresses the exposed skin of your legs below your shorts.
There was a knot in your stomach now and you were getting antsy for Nanami to hurry up and find you. At least in his arms you’d feel a lot safer than you do right now, all alone in the forest like an idiot. The minutes stretched on and it’s not long before you start debating resuming the search for your vehicle.
Perhaps getting into it and driving away wasn’t such a bad idea after all…
Especially considering the way Nanami sucks at locating you. You left his cabin over twenty minutes ago and have been hiding behind the same tree for the past six or seven, surely he should have found you by now, since he knows these woods so well.
Yet there you stood, growing colder under the night’s chilled air and worrying for your safety for the first time since you’d been stranded. Hell, you almost started to regret this whole—
The sound of a sharp thwack into the very thick wood you were hiding behind captures your attention. Followed by the words, “Found you,” being heaved out into the quiet air, warm breath smacking against your ear and making you flinch so hard it was like you left your own flesh for a moment.
If you weren’t scared shitless before, you damn sure were now.
You instinctively lurch your body forward in a pathetic attempt to escape, but then there’s a grasp on your hair and your whole frame is jerked back. “Don’t fucking run from me, we have a deal, remember?”
You stumble back against Nanami’s beefy chest as he snatches you back toward him and your breath catches in your throat, cunt throbbing already in… fear? arousal? Something in between—like scarousal—perhaps. Gasping, “Nanami I-“
He’s cutting you off by moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to angle it back so you can meet his now brooding brown eyes. The gentleman you swore you once knew seems to be gone with the way he was looking at you now as if he wanted to eat you alive.
One of his fingers slips up against your expression just to push past your pretty, slightly drooling lips and spread them against the pad of his thumb. “If you don’t want this anymore, say that, and I’ll stop,” He utters hotly.
Your lashes flutter and you let him press that thumb of his all the way into your mouth, sucking on it like some slut before you actually fix your lips to answer him, “I still want it.”
The fear you had previously has been completely replaced by your own whorish arousal and you reveled in the way he treats you. Nanami grunts, “Then don’t run from it.”
“I didn’t mean to, I just-“
“Shut up,” The man all but groans before tipping your head all the way back so he can press his lips down into yours.
He kisses you hungrily as if he’d been waiting to do so from the moment he’d set eyes on you. Fuck, this was bad. He’s supposed to have gotten rid of you by now and yet here he is, tugging at your clothes to get a feel of you, tonguing your down, and swallowing up your every whine.
The fact that you asked him to do this whole thing was what really drove him insane. He can’t help but be rough with the way he handles you, shoving you forward a bit so that he could be the one between your body and the tree you so poorly hid behind.
His hand had left your face and your head angled a bit more so the kiss could continue while his grip greedily cupped your tits into his big hands. You were melting against his every touch, moaning into his mouth, and then bucking your ass back against his crotch.
The moment his cock is felt through the thick fabric of his jeans, you gasp, “Nanami-“
“Kento,” He corrects swiftly, two fingers shifting against your breasts just to give your nipples a mean pinch. “Say my name while I fuck you, got it?” He commands heavily.
Then his hands were leaving your tits, just for a moment, so that he could bring them up to the collar of your shirt and begin to tug. Your lips slip off of his with a wet pop! followed by a cute gasp from your throat as you turn to watch the way he riiips that shirt of his straight down the middle.
The torn fabric shreds to the floor and then you feel Nanami’s gaping mouth at the side of your neck, palms desperate as they fly to your breasts again to fondle the gorgeous mounds in his hands. He’s squeezing and then gliding the fat of his thumbs over your perky nipples again, giving them a playful little twist, and then smiling into your skin at the way you whine.
“Sensitive, huh?” Nanami sears against you, letting the hungry drool from his lips slick up the area where his mouth had just been.
He takes the following pathetic sound from your lips as a reply and then moves his fingers to flick at your delicate buds as a finality before letting one hand fall down in between the two of you.
If he didn’t get some sort of relief right now, he was going to lose his mind.
Nanami is rather skillful with the one hand he leaves at your tits, switching between each to give them the same amount of attention and carefully pulling strings of wonton moans past your drunkenly parted lips. He had hardly done anything yet and he already knew you’d been waiting on this.
The sound of his belt buckle clacking against itself as he messily unbuckles the hindering item and then flings it off to the side seems to echo throughout the not-so-scary forestry. You hear but a few more shuffles and feel his hand brushing over the curve of your ass just a couple more times before something viscous and sweltering is thumping against your ass with a faint curve upwards.
You’re feeling overly dizzy now. Particularly as he moves his hands to your hips and swirls the two of you around so he can press your face against the three you two have been standing behind. You wanted to hate that harsh scratch of wood against your cheek, but you couldn’t even think with Nanami’s weeping cock busy pouring out drooly strings of precum against the bare skin of your lower back.
If anything, your lashes were too busy fluttering as you let your head tilt and your eyes tried to catch a subtle glance at the weight resting below your slowly arching spine.
If there wasn’t a wet mess pooling in between your thighs before then there damn sure was now, almost uncontrollably so.
Nanami goes along to tug away the sorry fabric of your shorts, watching the way they slip down your legs and pool oh-so-gracefully at your ankles. His cock lay needily against your panties now as he leaned forward for your ear, whispering, “Can you feel that?”
Your cunt flutters ridiculously around nothing and your voice has been reduced to a pitiable mumble, “Yes, Kento..”
A pretty response like that earns you the grazing of his teeth against the crown of your ear as his voice drops impossibly lower, “How’s it feel, huh? Tell me.” Nanami directs, leaving you no room to argue.
And as if to coax your answer out of your suddenly moan-clogged throat, his hips real back and he angles his cock down before thrusting the thick of it in between your sweat-slicked thighs, allowing you to feel the heaty veins decorating his shaft.
You moan as if he’d just pushed into you, “Big, Ken’.. so fuckin’ big..” To which he groans right into your ear so that you would really digest what it is your aroused tone did to him.
Those hands he had at your hips are now keeping your body steady so he can properly pry his hips back and let his cock schliiick up against the wet soiling of your panties, stuffing between your thighs perfectly and rubbing along your slobbering folds deliciously.
Then—ever the talker—as if to earn a lovely throb of your pussy against him, he’s heaving all over again. “Do you like it?” Nanami taunts, biting back a smile, “Having a big cock rubbing in between your thighs like this? Hm?”
Your cunt is wetly begging for more at this point; body thrumming, sleek with sweat mixed through an overwhelming heat, and desperate need to fuck. Any longer with him rutting in between your thighs like this and you felt as though you’d pass out from lack of dick being inside you.
Eventually grumbling an answer out to him, “Y-Yes but-, ah..!” You’re cut off by the obviously purposeful way his glazed mushroom tip pokes up against the pad of your panties, doubly smearing pre into the already soaked material and simultaneously teasing your folds to part.
“But what?” Namai questions far too innocently for the way he’s torturing your poor, needy pussy right now.
Huffing from kiss-bitten lips, “I want you inside me, Kento,” You plead too prettily for him to deny.
“Mmh,” A hand of his comes up to force your head back again, letting your eyes meet his shaded brown ones, “Where’s those manners, huh?”
“P-Please,” You whisper, “I just want-“
“Louder,” Nanami cuts off crisply enough for you to release a bashless whine.
“Kento, please fuck me,” You breathed out finally, “I need it, need you inside me. Pleeease.”
Considering that perfect enough for both his ego and the aching inches of his cock, a commanding, “Spread your legs,” plummets past his lips.
Your feet have never parted faster, thighs parting and removing the warm pressure that’d been hugging his dick all too addictively. Then you bend over further, if possible, and rest a little more comfortably against the tree ahead.
“Mhm, exactly like that. Now arch,” He directs, hand pressing into your spine whilst your face smushes into the rough bark of the tree.
You were too horny to mind the pain, though. Nanami’s hand suddenly comes down on your ass as he slaps it, the impact ringing out into the surrounding quiet.
Finally, you begin to feel his fingers hook around the only material hanging in between you and him before he stretches it out a bit and then lets go, letting your panties smack! against your puffy pussy lips and ripping a whimper out of your throat.
At the sound, Nanami swears he almost cums.
Which is exactly why he knew he couldn’t tease you much longer. So he hooks his fingers again and then lazily tears the fabric apart so that it could flutter off your throbbing body and leave you bare to his craving gaze.
“Fuck, look at you,” Nanami gasps as he takes his heavy length into his hand and angles the plump, welled tip in between your slick dribbling folds, “Such a mess for it already…”
You clasp your bottom lip in between your teeth and hate how he lets himself glide up instead of in, slipping past your cunt, catching against your clit for a second too fast for your cockdrunken brain to process, and then further up as if to… measure something?
Nanami tugs you back by your hips a little and once your ass is nice and flush with his sharp pelvis, he hooks his arm around you and then begins to feel around for where the length of his cock comes to a stop against you.
Chuckling, “Am I even going to fit in here?” He asks tauntingly. Following that rhetorical question up with an annoying groan of, “Ah, shit. That’s gonna be really deep, sweetheart. Can you take that?”
“I can,” You blurt out ever so sweetly.
Nanami scoffs, “You’re just greedy for some cock to fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.
Which is why he’s anything but surprised at the way you murmur a delightful, “Y-Yes,” as if you weren’t too sure of your own words.
“And she agrees,” He mocks tenderly and then lets his dick travel back down to slap against your folds with one wet plap echoing into the forest air. “I bet you didn’t even try to hide properly, did you?”
“I did-,” You tried to answer him properly, you really did. But as that swollen cockhead of his begins to protrude past your syrupy entrance, your breath is tangled up in your throat. “Ohmygod…” You’re heaving into the tree.
“So wet-,” Nanami hisses in tandem with you, “Fuck, you wrap around me so gorgeously,” He whispers whilst leaning back a bit and letting his palms paw at your ass cheeks just to spread them apart and get a better look.
Your eyes quickly begin to kiss the back of your skull, nails clawing at the bark of the tree ahead of you because of how thick Nanami’s cock is. You think your legs are shaking a bit, but you can’t tell if that’s because of how indigent you were for this or because of how wide he’s stretching you.
It takes you a loong group of seconds to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, in which Nanami attempts to go slow and cater to the clear twitch and overall stutter in your expression. His gaze switched back and forth between the way your pussy was swallowing up his slightly curving inches and the flashes of surprise to gorgeous pleasure across your face.
The slow, shallow grinding into your rather accepting cunt only lasts for so long until he physically can’t take it anymore.
That quickly ends with one blunt thrust, his unfairly fat tip smooching the hilt of your soaked pussy and hauling a heightened moan from deep within you. Then he’s keeping you perfectly still so that he can begin to bury himself in and out of your gooey cunt, slick dripping off from where you two met and tap, tap, tapping! against the poor crumbled leaves below.
“Mmgh… god, you’re a slut.” Nanami slurs half-drunkenly to you. He was losing his mind faster than he could comprehend, getting so utterly lost in the way you lulled his erection deeper inside your already-stuffed pussy each time he pried himself back. “Letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods like this,” He moans, fingertips now bruising the skin of your hips, “Just eager to be used, huhh?”
“Uhuh,” You drool, no longer caring about the rather debauched state of your ruined frame. “I... ah! Mmgh, I w-wanted this s’bad, Kento..”
He breaks out an all too pleased smile, hips stuttering against your ass now, “This was why you couldn’t sleep, wasn’t it?” He assumes, “You needed a stranger like me to-, hahh.. chase you through the woods ‘n stuff this poor, desperate lil’ hole of yours, yeahhh?”
You’re a delirious mess of all sorts now, nodding cockdrunkenly as he plows into you with loud, wet thrusts. “Y-Yeah, needed this… mmphf-, fuck!” You moan.
“Awh, you’re so sweet.” Nanami coos all of a sudden.
Though the gentleness of his baritone voice gives you whiplash, considering how he shifts behind you and wraps a bulky arm around your neck unexpectedly. As he captures you in a headlock and pounds his pleasureful cock into you harder, leaving your legs quaking a little, Nanami decides to talk into your ear again with a whisper of, “How’s it feel to be my sweet final girl?” that leaves you dazed.
“Final-, hnngh…” You’re somewhere through another orgasm now, having not even realized the mess you’ve begun to leave against his sloppy dick. Breathing past the pressure of muscle at the center of your throat, “F-Final girl?”
“Yes,” He murmurs softly as if it were no big deal. Your body was just jerking and bouncing with the way he roughly fucked you senselessly, carrying on this little conversation with such ease that it literally had your eyes crossing and your mind reduced to a mushy mess, “You know, the only person to survive a killer in those slasher movies,” Nanami explains.
“K-Kento!” You gasp out in response to that. This meant he really was that axe murderer all this time! Not that you had the time to digest that when he was too busy rearranging your very euphoric walls, “Hahh… those-, mmgh! Those articles, they-, ah.. they were all you?” You eventually manage.
Nanami tilts his head to the side and you miss the way he flashes a full, proud smile, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure that one out yourself.”
Sputtering, “Then why… mmpf-, f-fuck, why’re you letting me live?”
“Priorities, sweetheart,” The blond insists, thick strands of hair sticking to the crown of his forehead now. “I’m hoping if I fuck you hard enough you won’t tell anyone,” He admits, as if he couldn’t have gotten away with this whole thing without ever admitting anything to you.
And yet, your pussy was down there gushing all over him as soon as he revealed his “secret” to you. So, he felt as though you didn’t care too much about who he cut up in his free time, especially not now when you’re too busy taking his cock.
“But-, fuck…” Your body convulses a little and his head was churning against your sweet spot, leaving stringy cobwebs of cum against it as he held back the incoming load he was about to fill you with, “Kento, a-all those people-”
“Shhh, shh, I promise you they all got what was already coming to them,” He explains as if to soothe your moral worrying in the moment. Then he has the nerve to grunt and sharply halt the movement of his hips, using the arm around your throat to bend your body a little more as his cock spurts thick ropes of his seed into you as he pants, “You trust me, don’t you?”
Nodding, “U-Uhuh.” as he lazily pumps his cum deeper inside you, almost like he wanted to make sure it took.
Nanami snickers your agreement, “Aw, poor girl, she’s too stuffed to think straight anymore,” He points out smoothly, sliding his other hand down to rub over your clit and feel the way your body thrashes against his in overstimulation, “So what do you say, huh? You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asks anyway.
Your voice is a shaky stutter and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, choking up on your own orgasm, “I-I’d never-, nngh.. snitch on you, Kento.” You claim stupidly.
To which Nanami rolls his eyes, “Wow, it really only takes some cock to have you trusting a complete stranger? Pathetic…”
A couple more energy-spent thrusts later and his length flops out of you, leaving your pussy leaking with his cum and the two of you panting heavily.
It takes a few moments for the both of you to gather yourselves, but neither of you really moves. You stay wrapped up in the rather endearing headlock he’s put you in, and he doesn’t seem like he plans to let you go at first.
Then, it’s slow but, he carefully unravels you out of his grasp, and you two lean forward against the poor tree that had to stand there and watch you two go at it like feral animals.
Nanami’s bare chest is rising and falling with slow, measured breaths against you, and you find it oddly peaceful now. Well, ignoring the filth of cum sliding down your thighs currently…
You eventually break the gathering of your breath with a playful murmur, “Sooooo,” The moment your breathy tone hit his ears, he knew exactly what you were about to ask. “You don’t uh, kill the people you fuck, riiiight?”
Nanami pauses, long and hard.
“Unfortunately for you, sweetheart,” He begins, just to give you one last scare, “I do.”
summary: you're used to your co-worker doing everything and anything for you. until one day he decides to take advice from jimmy olsen and discovers willpower you didn't know he had.
pairing: female reader x clark kent
notes: clark is the leader of simp nation and you can't tell me otherwise. thanks again ms carpenter for the fic inspoooo, I've had this whole album on repeat nonstop. also this ended up being so much longer than I originally planned oops... enjoy!
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Clark had three main rules when it came to his professional life.
Always remain objective.
Maintain friendly but strictly professional (and definitely not romantic!) working relationships with his colleagues.
Never take advice from Jimmy Olsen (again).
Although Clark liked to think he approached each of his stories with a level head and neutral position, he knew that the first rule had been broken the second he started interviewing himself as Superman.
The second rule had lasted for about a week until he'd ended up letting an extremely drunk Jimmy Olsen crash on his sofa after Friday night knock off drinks. Upon getting wind of Clark's inability to say no, each of Clark's colleagues - including Cat, Lois and even Perry once - had all had a drunken sleepover at Clark's.
Despite this, there'd been absolutely no romance involved, so he'd given himself a pat on the back for that one. He was comforted by the fact that maybe there was an argument that he'd only kinda broken rule two.
That was until you happened, you’d walked right into the Daily Planet on your first day and spun Clark’s world right off its axis and suddenly there was no argument about rule two.
The only thing that Clark could hang his hat on was that the sanctity of rule three had remained very much intact.
Rule three was mandated after Jimmy had convinced Clark that the only way to get a girl was to walk around drenched in Lynx Africa. After that Clark had sworn he would never ever take advice from Jimmy Olsen on any subject matter ever again.
“You’re doing it again.”
Clark jumped in his chair, his glasses knocked askew at the action. He swivelled around to find Jimmy peering down at him, his chin resting on his forearms that were leant against the divider of Clark’s work cubicle.
“What?”
“You’re doing the thing again.” Jimmy repeated.
"What thing?"
Jimmy smirked. “The thing where you count how many sips of coffee she's had so you can perfectly time your trip to the coffee machine and casually offer to get her a refill."
Clark dared a glance over to your desk. Brow furrowed, face pinched, a ballpoint pen clenched between your teeth. Breathtakingly beautiful as always, and most importantly, blissfully unaware of the two sets of eyes currently on you.
“If you weren’t you it might be considered creepy.”
“I’m just trying to be a friendly work colleague.” Clark defended.
“You don’t do that for me.” Jimmy shot back. “You also don’t stare at me longingly across the bullpen like I’ve hung the moon and stars.”
Clark’s face flushed. Subtly had never been in his wheelhouse, but he thought he’d at least being doing an ok job at hiding his infatuation.
Truth be told, he was in much deeper than Jimmy realised.
Jimmy didn’t know that he’d memorised your coffee and sandwich order within a week of you starting so that he could make sure you ate lunch when you handcuffed yourself to your desk and inevitably forgot to eat.
Jimmy didn’t know that he always kept an extra raincoat and umbrella under his desk just in case you forgot yours when the clouds of Metropolis inevitably split open and caught you by surprise.
Jimmy didn’t know that he’d started taking the bus of all things to get home because it meant he had an excuse to walk an extra ten minutes with you before your commute paths diverted, despite it adding an additional 40 minutes to his trip home.
Jimmy didn’t know that whenever he wasn’t thinking about saving the planet as Superman, he was entirely consumed by thoughts of you.
“You don’t bring in freshly baked goods for me every week.” To further emphasise his point, Clark held up a plate in front of him containing only the remnants of a chocolate chip cookie, which may or may not have been one of the best things he’s eaten in his entire life.
You’d recently picked up baking on the weekends, having told Clark that you needed something to distract you from your work. This meant the entire office was now spoilt with a new baked good every Friday, so much so that Cat had started complaining about her waistline.
Jimmy’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “Whatever you say buddy.” He rapped his knuckles on the divider before sauntering back to his desk.
Clark slumped in his chair, which felt like a vortex - slowly pulling him down further into an all familiar spiral. He would have preferred Jimmy to stand there and argue with him. He knew Jimmy was probably trying to be nice, but that made it so much worse because that meant Jimmy pitied him, like he was a puppy abandoned on the side of the road waiting for someone to show him a shred of kindness.
Maybe it was finally time for him to pluck up the courage and ask you out. He'd been dancing around it since you'd first started at the Planet all those months ago. He could do it. He was Superman gosh darn it. He'd tackled world eating monsters, asking you out to dinner should be a cake walk.
"Any feedback on this week's batch for me?"
Your sweet voice cut through Clark's internal dialogue, acting like a shining light that guided him back to reality.
He looked up at you through his glasses. You were standing in the spot where Jimmy had been only moments ago. Your eyes darted to the plate still lying on his desk before you looked at him expectantly.
"Oh-" Clark started, straightening up in his seat as he adjusted his glasses. "They're um- yeah they're really good. Did you do something a little different with the batter this time?"
Your smile widened. "Yeah I tried using brown sugar, I think it adds a nice twist to it."
"That's what it is. The brown sugar." Clark nodded. "Really delicious."
"Very glad to hear it." You smiled down at him, tilting your head ever so slightly. "You coming tonight by the way?"
"Tonight...." Clark trailed off. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you shook your head and tisked.
"Don't tell me you forgot." You teased.
Clark felt his cheeks redden under your stare as he desperately racked his brain. He was hopeless. One look from you and all thoughts flew out of his head like they were fleeing an approaching storm.
"Uh-" Then it hit him. "Oh right. End of financial year party, how could I forget."
"Duh, and it's at good old Duke's. Going to be the party of the year."
Your eyes narrowed when you noticed his expression falter. "You're not thinking of ditching are you Kent?"
"Well-" Clark stammered as he stole a glance at his computer screen. "It's just there's this story that Perry really wants to get out and-"
"-No no no." You cut him off. "I'm up to my ears in this never ending corruption scandal and even I'm finding the time to come. Besides, you work your ass off and deserve some fun. If Perry has a problem with that he can go through me."
In Clark's eyes, you might as well be classified as an angel on earth. You seemed to have a permanent glow, radiating your perfect features. And when you got fired up, that glow burned even brighter.
You could see that he was still wavering. "Please." You pursed your lips. "It won't be the same without you there."
Clark couldn't believe it. You were pouting. Literally pouting those perfect lips and batting those long eyelashes at him. How was he supposed to say anything other than yes? You were his kryptonite, more so than actual kryptonite.
"Ok." He nodded. "I'll be there."
You shot him a radiant smile, enough to make the possibility of pissing Perry off worth it a thousand times over.
"Good." You pushed yourself off the cubicle divider, "hope you're ready for me to drink you under the table Kent."
A bemused smirk twitched up on his lips. "We'll see about that."
Who was he kidding, there was no way he was ever going to get up the courage to ask you out.
You smiled to yourself as you turned away and felt Clark's eyes following you all the way back to your desk.
You knew Clark had a crush on you. It was so obvious even the cleaning lady could probably tell. It made coming to work just that little bit more exciting. Whether it was wearing a new slightly too short for work skirt or brushing your hand seemingly innocently against his when you went to hand him a pen, knowing it would make the apples of his cheeks go red and the sentence he was uttering fall apart on his tongue.
If you were being honest, the feelings were definitely not one sided. How could it be when Clark was well, Clark. But that's all it was. A harmless, fun, not debilitating in the slightest, crush.
You finally let yourself glance up at the clock. Half an hour until drinks. The day had been dragging on excruciatingly slow, like time had fallen asleep at the wheel.
It seemed that everyone else felt the same way. The usual thriving hum of the newsroom had quietened to a dull roar, unenthusiastic keyboard taps and monosyllabic exchanges. Motivated by the optimistic idea that making a coffee might kill time, you forced yourself up and onto your feet.
You shoved a mug under the spout and pressed the button that grumbled the machine to life. You tapped your foot as you waited for the life giving elixir that was espresso to pour out. It seemed even the coffee machine had taken an early mark.
"You're going to give that boy a heart attack one day."
Cat appeared beside you, reaching up in her stiletos to grab a mug.
"You're going to have to be more specific."
Cat looked at you deadpan. “Really?”
You shrugged.
She pouted out her bottom lip and dramatically batted her eyelashes.
"It won't be the same without you."
You couldn’t hide the grin that spreads across your lips as you roll your eyes playfully.
“It’s true.”
“Uh huh.” Cat smirked as you moved over to let her use the machine. “You have that poor boy wrapped around your finger and you know it.”
You stole a glance over your shoulder to make sure Clark was no where to be seen before taking a sip of your coffee. Your nose involuntarily wrinkled as the burnt roast singed your nose hairs.
“So I may like to get him a little flustered… what’s the big deal?”
“Oh, I like nothing better than making a man squirm believe me.” Cat wriggled her eyebrows. “But there is the slight complication that he’s completely in love with you. And he's your coworker."
You felt a pang of guilt course through you. You couldn’t lie, half the fun was the way Clark doted on you. He was always noticing when you got your hair done or bought a new dress. He was the first to compliment you on your articles, but he'd also give you honest feedback if you asked for it. If you were ever off sick he'd call and check in on you, always offering to bring you soup or medicine.
He’d even trusted you with the biggest secret a person could harbour. His secret identity.
It was selfish, but you liked the fact that you could get the self esteem boost without the commitment. You flirted but never took it too far, never let him in through the solid walls you’d built up around yourself. Because if you kept him at arms length, there was no risk of him dismantling them.
Was that leading him on? You supposed it was. You winced at the thought of his adoring smile as he offered his shoes when you wore painfully high stilettos that you hadn’t broken in yet, or his umbrella when he didn't have a spare, leaving him standing out in the rain.
“Am I terrible person?”
“Oh god honey no.” Cat shook her head. “That’s not what I meant to imply I’m sorry.”
You frowned, deep in thought as you took a sip of your coffee. Your lips curled in disgust. Why did you think it would be better on the second sip?
“Forget I said anything ok?” She said hastily. “I more just meant… well...what are you going to do if he finally finds the courage to ask you out?”
You froze. You’d never thought about it, never even imagined the possibility that sweet, nervous Clark would actually take the next step.
Cat patted your arm sympathetically when she noticed the frazzled look on your face. “Aren’t you glad we’ve got drinks tonight?”
The Duke was a hive of activity. Corporate suits all suddenly brought to life by the promise of the weekend. It was packed wall to wall with patrons eagerly downing their drinks, excited to celebrate the work week coming to a close.
You were two white wines in and feeling much more relaxed, your corruption investigation now only a gentle hum in the forefront of your subconscious.
You were crammed into a booth, strategically sandwiching Clark between you and the wall. Your skirt had ridden up so the flesh of your thigh was pressed against Clark's under the table. The warmth of his body radiated into yours and the music pulsed through you as you fought to be heard over the din of the bar.
"You've finished your drink."
You looked over at Clark amusingly, "very observant of you Mr Kent."
His brow pinched, his lips pursed ever so slightly in response to your teasing. But the way his eyes brightened gave away his true emotions.
He leant in ever so slightly, his mouth angling towards your ear as he spoke. "Careful, I might have to rescind my offer to buy you your next round." You fought off a shiver as his voice reverberated up through your spine.
You tilted your chin up slightly so you could look up at him through your lashes. "Well luckily I would have rejected your offer anyway. You bought my last two drinks."
His brows jerked up, a casual smile hanging from his lips. "Here I was thinking you appreciated my generosity."
You laughed, leaning in closer just a fraction. "Of course I do, I just think it's time I repay that generosity by buying the next round."
With that you twisted around to sidle out of the booth. This was where the strategy came into play. You'd learnt from previous nights out that if you were against the wall, Clark would never let you past to buy yourself a drink.
You felt a large hand gently envelope your wrist. You turned around on the seat to see him frowning at you.
"You don't need to buy me a drink."
You giggled at the seriousness on his features. "I don't need to, but I want to." You tapped his forearm teasingly. "And I'n not taking no for an answer." Your tone was stern, but lacked any real bite.
He studied you and for a brief moment, the roar of the bar and the chatter of your friends faded into the background, making it feel like it was only the two of you in the room. Your skin encircled by his grip felt like it was on fire.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope." You smacked your lips obnoxiously. He tried to maintain a serious expression but failed, his mouth twisted up into a smirk as he shook his head in defeat.
"Fine. But I'm coming with you."
You felt triumphant in your defeat. "Your company is welcome."
You slid out of the booth towards the bar, Clark hot on your heels. You couldn't control your giddy smile as you felt his hand gently brush over your lower back. It wasn't in a controlling way, it never was, but more of a quiet reassurance that he was there with you.
You loved when he got like this. Slightly more relaxed and touchy, even more clingy.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asked.
“Can I get two lychee martinis please.”
You felt Clark shift to stand beside you, his fingertips grazing across your back as he moved.
“Lychee martini’s huh?”
You looked up at him, your features twisting in bemusement. “You act like you love beer in front of Jimmy, but I’ve seen your eyes light up when us girls order our fruity cocktails.”
“Master of deduction all of a sudden are we?”
“No.” You looked up at him innocently. “I just know what you like.”
Even in the dingy lighting you could see the apples of his cheeks grow pink. “Really?” His voice faltered ever so slightly, revealing his nerves.
“What else do I like then?”
He was looking at you so intently, like he was waiting with bated breath to hear your response. This time it was you turn for your cheeks to flush. You suddenly became very aware that his hand was still on your lower back.
Shit. Maybe your liquid courage had made you overshoot this. You were wading on the edge of uncharted waters here, tiptoeing the line between harmless office flirting and something much more real.
What scared you the most was that a part of you wanted to dive in head first.
“There you are!”
Lois’ voice was like cold water over a hot flame, pulling the two of you apart and extinguishing any moment that might have been.
“Do you know what time it is?” Lois’ eyes were wide as she glared at you, it was like Clark didn’t even exist. You forgot how scary she was when she was mad.
“Uh…” You hastily check the time on your phone. “8:37?”
“Oh my god.” Lois muttered. “You don’t remember what I organised for you tonight, do you?”
You stared at her helplessly, desperately racking your brain for a hint of what she might be talking about.
“Oh.” It hit you like a train. “Oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck is right.”
“What is happening right now?” Clark asked, his eyes darting between the two of you.
“Lois organised a blind date for me and I completely forgot.” You inwardly cursed yourself as you fished your lipgloss out of your bag.
She was never going to forgive you for this.
“A date?”
“The restaurant is just on the next block over isn’t it?” Clark’s query got drowned out by you and Lois.
“Yes. He’s been sitting there for like 40 minutes you know.”
“I’m going, I’m going.” You hastily reapplied your gloss before throwing it back into your bag.
You finally turned your attention to Clark. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll be back.” You looked over sheepishly at Lois. “On the bright side, you now get a free lychee martini.”
You were so frazzled that you missed the clench of his jaw and the grimace set on his features. Unfortunately for Clark, Lois did not.
“Ok bye!” Not wanting to have to see Lois’ judgmental glare again, you turned on your heel and made a beeline for the door.
Lois shook her head and mumbled something under her breath as she pulled out her phone. "I better go call him to make sure he doesn't leave before she gets there."
She looked up at Clark. "You ok?"
Clark flinched at the way her tone softened, it was as gentle as Lois got, like she was worried he might break. "Why wouldn't I be?" The question came out harsher than he'd intended.
Lois raised a brow but didn't say another word as she pressed her phone to her ear and moved to find a quieter pocket of the bar.
His shoulders slumped as he felt his good mood deflate like a popped balloon.
"Here you go." The bartender plonked the two lychee martinis in front of him. He stared down at them. It felt like they were mocking him, reminding him that the cloud nine he had been floating on had been snatched from him so quickly.
"Yo, did you order these? Wait let me guess, they're for Y/N." Just to dig the knife in further, the universe had sent him a tipsy Jimmy Olsen.
"She ordered them for us but she left."
Jimmy's brow knitted together. "Where'd she go?"
"On a blind date that Lois organised for her."
"Oh."
"Yeah." Clark didn't care to mellow the bitterness on his tongue as he picked up one of the glasses and took a deep sip.
"I'm sorry man."
There it was again - the pity. Jimmy Olsen didn't do pity, which could mean only one thing. Clark was well and truly screwed.
He glanced over at Jimmy to see him surveying the bar, his eyes glassy and his balance slightly off kilter. Jimmy never had any problems with women. In fact, he seemed to have problems with getting them to stay away from him.
He felt himself waver. Rule three was the only one of his rules still unbroken and that was for a reason. Was he really about to stoop this low? Destroy whatever dignity he had left?
The memory of the heat of your leg against his and your wine flushed cheeks invaded his thoughts, compromising his senses. He could never think logically when it came to you.
"Jimmy I-" He stopped himself. The words were thick and heavy on his tongue, like they were desperately trying to claw their way back down his throat. He was going to have to force them out.
"Yeah?"
"I need your help."
Jimmy looked like he'd hit the powerball in that moment, but was quick to throw on a mask of indifference as he leant casually against the bar.
"With?" Jimmy knew what. He just wanted to hear him say it.
Clark sighed in defeat, "with Y/N. I don't know what to do."
"Buddy, I have been waiting for you to ask me for Jimmy's help." His grin was almost impish as he clapped a hand onto Clark's shoulders. "And luckily for you, I have already thought of a solution."
"Which is?"
"Simple." Jimmy shrugged. "Just act like you're not interested." Before Clark could protest he lurched forward and snatched the second martini off the bar.
"Act like I'm not.... interested?" Clark watched as Jimmy downed half the liquid in one gulp.
"Yeah."
Clark blinked, "uh-" He cocked his head slightly. "What does that mean, exactly?"
"It means no more planned coffee refills or lunch deliveries or detoured commutes which yes-" He held up a hand to stop Clark from interrupting. "- I know all about, because I know everything about everyone. The point is, you can still be your nice Smallville self but strictly no boyfriend activities."
"But I'm not her boyfriend."
Jimmy nodding enthusiastically. "Exactly. She doesn't get to redeem boyfriend privileges on a friendship membership."
Clark just felt more and more confused the longer Jimmy kept talking. "Right, ok." He nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tried to decipher Jimmy Olsen code.
"How will I know if it's working?"
"Trust me. You'll know."
"I just-"
Images of you invaded his thoughts again. Heat coursed through him at the thought of the look you gave him as he slid his hand down the small of your back or when he complimented your baking or writing.
"I don't know if I can."
"Clark." Jimmy clasped onto his shoulder dramatically. "You have the drive to break some of the biggest stories in Metropolis, you have the discipline to ask the right questions at the right time and the patience to wait out a witness or a source, the dedication to craft a story so it practically jumps off the page."
Clark was mesmerised, tipsy Jimmy was never usually this prophetic.
"Take a dose of self-restraint and harness the willpower I know you've got in you."
He nodded, totally absorbed by Jimmy's emphatic display. "Ok, I will."
"That's my boy." Jimmy clapped his back. "Oh and-" He hiccuped. "Best we don't mention this conversation to the others, Cat and Lois will run straight to her. Girl code and all that."
"Good point."
"Hey jackass! Did you drink my martini? Y/N promised it to me." Lois appeared between them, her arms crossed as she glared at the empty glass in Jimmy's hand.
Clark tuned out as they began to argue, the cogs of his mind spinning at how he was somehow going to muster up the strength to resist being at your beck and call for everything and anything. He was Superman, surely this couldn't be too hard - could it?
"Clark Kent on willpower.... got it." He muttered to himself.
You'd woken up on Saturday with a dull pounding in between your ears and sharp sleep in your eyes. Monday had rolled around way too soon after a weekend of bed rotting, but at least you were feeling back to your usual self.
You strolled into the chaos of the bullpen that always greeted you, coffee in hand and handbag jolting against your hip. Cat and Lois were already at their desks. Surprisingly, so was Clark.
"Morning."
"Morning sunshine." Lois greeted, not looking up from her computer.
"How was your hot date on Friday night?" Cat wiggled her eyebrows as she twisted around in her desk chair to face you.
"Not so hot." You answered, dumping your bag underneath your desk. "He was lovely but it was just..." You trailed off as you tried to find the right word.
"Boring?" Cat suggested as you sat down in your chair.
"He's Lois' friend, impossible for him to be boring."
Lois' mouth quirking up slightly was the only sign that she was indeed listening, and agreed.
"No it was just, I don't know, more of a friend vibe. I don't think he really felt the connection either."
"Oh no he was into you." Lois chimed in. You swirled around to look at her in disbelief. "Was never going to admit it when you ended the date with 'so.... friends?' though."
"Ouch." Cat laughed.
"Why'd you have to tell me that?" You whined.
"Just keeping it real."
You groaned as you turned around to face your computer, deciding that it was better to do some work then continue on this conversation any longer.
Cat tutted from her desk, "you should know better than that honey, girls that look like you don't get friendzoned."
You couldn't help but steal a glance over at Clark. He was staring intently at his computer screen, barely even blinking, like he was trying too hard to act like he wasn't hanging on to every single word.
You didn't notice it at first, the subtle shift in the Daily Planet continuum.
You were so caught up in your work that you didn't clock that it had gotten to mid morning and your coffee cup hadn't been refilled, or that after lunch a sandwich hadn't magically appeared on your desk.
In the mid-afternoon you finally got a chance to talk to Clark when the pair of you reached the coffee machine at the same time. The two of you were so busy it wasn't unusual that you'd barely speak some days.
"I didn't see you at Duke's when I came back." You opened the cupboard and reached up on your tippy toes to grab one of your favourite mugs.
"Oh yeah I decided to head home, needed to do some things early on Saturday morning." Clark reached up and grabbed the mug for you with ease.
You went to take the mug from him, but he placed it on the counter before you could.
"Thanks." You smiled. "Well you made the right decision, I should have gone home about four hours before I actually did."
Clark let out a short, polite laugh before picking up his mug and heading back to his desk. You didn't think anything of it, sometimes when Clark got deep into a story he ventured into nonverbal territory.
At the end of the day you habitually looked over at Clark's desk to see if he was ready to leave so the two of you could walk part of your commute together, but he was already gone.
By Wednesday, you were starting to notice something was off.
You realised that Clark had started taking a different route to the kitchen, bypassing your desk entirely. It was the shorter route, so you initially figured that maybe he was trying to be more time efficient. But on the flip side this was the same man who was consistently late and would disappear for hours at a time in the middle of the day to go superhero-ing.
When your stomach growled you looked up from your article to see him sitting and eating lunch at his desk. It was from the same place he always went to, except this time he hadn't brought back a sandwich for you.
You also realised that Clark hadn't called you on the weekend to check on your hangover, or sent you any perfectly curated instagram reels.
At the end of the day you made sure to pack up at the same time as him, so you could casually wonder over to his desk and ask, "you ready to head off?"
"Oh you shouldn’t wait for me, I've started taking a different route home. Saves me like forty minutes each way."
“Ok no problem, see you tomorrow then."
You'd tried to ignore the wave of disappointment that washed over you as you made your way towards the elevator. You really enjoyed your walks home together, catching up on everything you hadn't had time to say during the day. Talking about movies or books or office gossip. Now you just had your airpods as company.
And now that you'd noticed it, you couldn't stop noticing it.
It was like a loose thread, and now that you'd tugged on it the whole thing had begun to unravel - splitting the rift wide open.
At first you thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things.
He was still pleasant and kind, of course. But there was something missing. It was like someone had filled your connection up with cement and sealed it over. There was no depth anymore, every smile and conversation was clipped and surface level. No more inside jokes or shared glances. No more hovering at your desk for the off chance you might want to have a break and have a chat.
When you brought in a freshly baked batch of cookies on Friday you made sure to make his favourite, but all you got was a polite thank you and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
He also never handed you anything anymore. He just put it down on whatever flat surface was between you two, almost as if he was ensured that there was no chance of the two of you even slightly brushing fingers.
When you took a few days off sick all you got was a polite, some might even describe as courteous, text message checking in to make sure you were ok. No random drop by to bring you soup or daily check ins to see if you needed anything from the pharmacy.
He also hadn't touched you since the night at Duke's when his hand had brushed along your lower back. And now it was all you could think about.
You felt like waving at him and saying 'very funny Clark! The joke can be over now!'. But what could you actually say without sounding insane?
'Hi Clark, I noticed you've stopped brushing your fingers against mine when you hand me a pencil or conveniently walking past my desk when I need a refill, everything ok?'. You might as well just say ‘so, why aren't you obsessed with me anymore?'
But saying all of those things would mean that you'd have to first admit that there was something between the two of you, and then secondly that you missed whatever had been between the two of you.
You sighed and flopped down on your couch. It was a Friday and you had no plans except for a date with a glass or two of wine and chinese takeout. That was when an idea popped into your head. Maybe he was just so busy that he'd forgotten you had existed. And if that was the case, you could very much remind him.
You pulled out your phone and opened up your contacts. Clark's name stared back at you, illuminating your face in the dark of your apartment. This was such a stupid idea, but the wine had already gone to your head and before you could overthink further your thumb had pressed onto his number.
You chewed the inside of your cheek as you pressed your phone to your ear. The ringing dragged on for so long that you were convinced he wasn't going to pick up. You had just moved your phone away from your ear to hang up when the ringing abruptly stopped.
"Hello?"
"Clark, hey - it's me." You internally cringed. Of course he knew it was you idiot. "Is there any chance you're still at the office?"
"Unfortunately for me, yes."
"Yeah I kind of figured you might be... hence why you were the first call." That loosened a short chuckle from him.
"The reason I was calling is because I accidentally left some reports on my desk that I was hoping to look through tonight... any chance you could drop them over? I appreciate it's a really big ask so totally fine if not."
You could practically hear him having a struggle with himself about what to say through the silence on the phone.
"Sure, I'll head over now."
You beamed, "thanks Clark. I'll pay for your taxi over."
His breathless chuckle crackled through the speaker, "you really don't have to do that. I'll be there soon."
"Ok see you soon."
The second the call disconnected you sprung up and practically sprinted into your bedroom. You rifled through your dresser until you located your cutest pyjama set in the bottom draw. A cream cami set hemmed in pink frills with matching pink hearts dotted all over it.
The second it was on you hurried into the bathroom. You ran your brush through your hair and dabbed on some blush and clear lip gloss. Just enough so you could say 'why yes Clark, I do just naturally look this rosy cheeked and glowy when I'm laying around at home.'
The doorbell ringing seemed to snap you out of your psychosis. What on earth were you thinking? This whole plan was insane. But it was too late now, he was here and you were dressed like this. Might as well make the most of it.
You ran your fingers through your hair and puckered your lips one last time before opening the door.
"Hey I wasn't sure which ones you wanted so I just brought-" Clark's eyes practically bulged out of his head when he looked up from the stack of papers in his hands.
"I- He swallowed as his eyes involuntarily darted down over your figure. "Golly sorry I just- it's been a long day."
You shot him your signature smile as you leant against the door, jutting your hip out. It was working.
"That's ok, thank you so much for bringing them over."
"Don't mention it." He muttered, his cheeks growing red as he hastily shoved the papers into your awaiting arms.
"You want to come in? I feel like I’ve barely seen you recently.”
"Sorry I can't I uh - I've got this urgent deadline." He jerked his thumb haphazardly over his shoulder as he took a step back from the doorway.
You frowned. This was not part of the plan. You thought you had him hook, line and sinker.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah it's um... urgent." You watched as he began to back away from the door towards the elevator. The chances of you reeling him in were rapidly dwindling.
“I’ve got leftover cookies and wine. My way of saying thanks.”
“No sorry it’s just- yeah I’ve really got to go.”
"Ok well, I'll see you Monday." You tried to hide the disappointment in your tone. "Thanks again."
"Anytime. Have a good weekend."
Clark waited until he was outside before he pressed his back against the brick of your apartment building and let out a shaky breath. He pressed his phone to his ear and glanced down at his feet.
"Gosh darn it." He cursed, bringing his satchel over the front of his groin to hide his growing excitement.
"Buddy, what's up?" He ground his teeth at the jovial tone of his best friend.
"Jimmy, I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this."
"Woah wait, what happened?"
"I'm going crazy." He snapped. "She just rang me asking if I could bring some documents over to her place that she forgot and of course I couldn't say no and when I answered the door she was standing there in these-" He pressed his bag firmer into his groin as memories of your pyjamas taunted him.
"-these lacy pyjamas and I nearly combusted right then and there." He hissed, glancing around to make sure no one else was in earshot.
"Lacy pyjamas?" Jimmy let out a low whistle. "Geez I didn't think she had it in her."
"Jimmy." Clark bit out.
"Sorry, but I don't know why you're freaking out. This is great."
"How is this great?"
"Because... it means our strategy is working. Think about it. Have you ever known her to just 'forget' something important that is work related?"
The receiver crackled slightly as Clark processed Jimmy's words. He had a point, you forgot a lot of things, but never anything in relation to your work. You were a gun.
"The point is she doesn't. So, she either intentionally forgot them or didn't actually need them."
"But why would she do that?"
Jimmy sighed. "Honestly Clark, your naivety is endearing but also so concerning at the same time. She wanted you to come over and see her in those pyjamas."
Clark glanced up at your apartment building, "you really think so?"
"I know so. This is her trying to remind you that she exists. To tempt you."
"Oh golly... I definitely know she exists." You were literally all he thought about.
"Yes but she doesn't know that. Trust me, it's working. Just keep doing what you're doing."
Clark sighed, "How long do I have to keep doing this?"
"Until she cracks."
"And when will I know when she cracks?"
"Oh, you'll know."
"I don't understand, he used to be literally obsessed with me."
"I'm pretty sure he still is."
You glumly look up from your coffee at Lois. "Something's changed. This is a version of Clark I don't even recognise." You pause as you lift your coffee to your lips. "I want a refund." You muttered into the liquid.
"Maybe he's playing hard to get." Cat suggested.
"This is Smallville we're talking about. Playing hard to get would be physically impossible for him." Lois remarked.
"True. Maybe he's just... going through some stuff."
You sighed and slumped into your chair. "I don't know what I did, but he hates me."
"He definitely does not hate you."
"How do you know?"
"Because, I see the way he looks at you from his desk when you're not looking." Lois raised her brows. "Trust me. It's sickening."
"Then what do I do?"
"Well." Lois leant forward over the table. "Firstly I think we need an answer as to why this is bothering you so much."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "Because Clark is my friend and he's acting weird."
Lois' eyes narrowed, her face sharpening into that interrogative look she often got when she was about to blow a story wide open.
"You're a terrible liar."
"Let's just cut to the chase. We both know you like him." Cat interjected.
Your eyes darted between them nervously. "Why do I feel like this is an interrogation?"
"It's not an interrogation if we already have the answers." Lois said smugly.
"Ok let's just say hypothetically I did have some...feelings for him." You began. "It takes me back to my initial question which is, what do I do?"
Thankfully they were both kind enough not to shout 'I told you so' in your face, but you knew they both desperately wanted to.
"Well the logical answer is to tell him how you feel but obviously you don't want to do that because that would mean you would have to admit your feelings and lower those walls you've built around yourself."
You glowered at Lois. "I don't remember asking to be psychoanalysed."
"Yeah ease up Sherlock." Cat rolled her eyes. "Although she has a point, I agree it's a big jump to outright say anything. I think he just needs a nudge, a reminder that you exist."
You winced. "What if I've already tried that?"
There was a pause as Cat and Lois blinked insync before leaning forward. "What do you mean?"
Your cheeks flushed as you recounted the pyjama incident. Even Lois' infamous poker face faltered at points. Silence enveloped the three of you once you finished as the girls digested what they'd just heard.
"Shit. This is worse than I thought." Lois finally spoke.
"See why I'm stressing! My slutty pyjamas aren't even tempting him."
"You're down bad." Cat tutted and shook her head.
You shot her a glare, "not helpful."
"There's no need to stress yet. Clark's a gentlemen and as innocent as a lamb, he might have not picked up on anything or was too flustered to react."
Cat nodded in agreement. "Clark is hopeless. It needs to be something that gives you guys a chance to spend more time together, like working on an article or going to a work event."
"There is the gala that's coming up, the one Perry invited us all too." You suggested meekly.
"Yes that's perfect."
Lois nodded at Cat's answer in agreement.
"Ask him to go with you, you don't need to suggest it as a date or anything, but even Clark's not that clueless. And if for some reason it went pear-shaped, you can just say something like 'oh I meant like a group of us all go together'."
You looked at them intently, "you two are geniuses."
"Tell us something we don't know." Cat winked.
"Oh and be confident. One smile and bat of your lashes and he's putty in your hands. You're the prize, remember that." You smiled as a rare glimpse of affection crossed Lois' face.
She was right, you had him wrapped around your finger. You could dissolve his willpower in a matter of seconds if you wanted to.
"I can do that."
You finally got your opportunity the day before the gala when you wandered into the break room and realised it was just you and Clark in the tiny space.
"Hey." You smiled.
"Hey." He muffled out as he awkwardly tried to shove the mouthful of egg salad sandwich that was currently glued between his teeth down his throat.
You tried to control your nerves as you confidently crossed the room.
"I can't believe Perry's dragging us to one of those galas again." You commented casually as you grabbed your lunch out of the fridge.
"Yeah I know. Hopefully the food's better than the last one." He'd just confirmed that he was planning to go. Off to a good start.
"Surprised we didn't get food poisoning." You remarked as you shut the fridge door with your heel.
Clark chuckled in agreement before taking another bite of his sandwich.
"So I was thinking..." You trailed off as you perched on the table, swivelling your torso around so you were looking down at him. You swallowed as you caught a whiff of his cologne. This was the closest you two had been in weeks.
"You and I should go to this thing together, you know as a preventative measure to try and mitigate the inevitable boring conversations." You made sure your face was the perfect image of calm, with the addition of a soft smile and a flutter of your lashes.
Clark spluttered at your words causing his food to get caught in his throat and for a second you thought he might actually be at risk of choking.
"Clark are you ok-" You leant forward to touch his arm gently.
He jerked his arm back so quickly you were surprised he didn't get whiplash. The movement was so violent you felt the table shake underneath you.
"Sorry I-I can't."
You recoiled like you'd just been slapped. You felt nausea pool in your stomach. Could he really not bear for you to even touch him? It was like you were a leper and even your presence repulsed him.
You forced a tight lipped smile onto your face. "Got better plans huh?" You were aiming for a teasing tone, but instead it just came out pained. You prayed that he didn't catch the way your voice wavered at the end.
"I um- I'm already bringing someone."
Suddenly it all made sense. The complete shift in attitude, the lack of interest. He'd met someone else. You supposed you couldn't really be mad, you'd gone on a date yourself not that long ago. And yet, you were. You felt the rage bubble in the pit of your stomach, seeping into your bones.
You both had still been friends. Good friends in fact. Or at least you'd thought so. Was that all it ever was? He was attracted to you and then when he found someone better, you were just discarded? That didn't seem like the Clark you knew, your Clark.
Then again, you supposed he wasn't ever really yours.
"I see." You nodded. "I'm looking forward to meeting them." You shot him a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.
You pushed yourself off the desk and hastily made your way to the door, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay.
Your hand hovered over the handle, your heart rooting your feet into the ground. Something inexplicable forced you to twist around to face him. He was still staring at you.
"You know... I actually hate baking."
You laughed bitterly as you thought about the hours you'd spent cursing the kitchen as you measured the ingredients and rolled dough.
"But you mentioned once that you hadn't had a good cookie since you'd left Smallville and I thought what the hell, I can give it a go. And then after your reaction.... I just kept going."
You forced your voice to stay steady as you kept your eyes locked with his.
"Now that I think about it, maybe it was my way of giving you a piece of me without realising it."
The silence between you was taught but Clark's jaw was slack as he tried to make sense of what you'd just unleashed.
"I'll see you tomorrow night."
Without another word you shut the door, giving you the much needed separation. You exhaled a shaky breath as you forced yourself to keep walking back to your desk.
You hadn't realised how much you would miss him. Yes, you still technically saw him everyday, but having him be present and having his presence were two very different things.
He'd always been so reliant. He was like a steady current, always keeping you afloat even when you felt your confidence waiver.
Now you felt like you were a ship lost at sea, floating aimlessly in the still water, your walls well and truly under siege.
The gala was exactly as Clark had predicted. Packed with boring donors who all walked around with stiff upper lips and perfect postures. The waiters were carrying around plates of food that looked like they'd be more suited to be served on Krypton than Earth.
But according to his heart rate, this was the equivalent of taking on an intergalactic threat. He fiddled with his bowtie as he scanned the room. He still hadn't spotted the reason for his rapid pulse.
He'd barely slept last night. Your conversation in the break room playing on a loop as he picked through it, sifting through the inflection of your speech and the micro expressions on your face.
The second he'd said he was bringing someone else, he wanted to take it back, to collect those words up and stuff them back down his throat. He had no idea why he said it. But the look on your face when you’d tried to make a joke of the situation had made him so close to blurting out everything that he'd just said the first excuse that had popped into his head.
He'd wanted to run after you, to drop onto his hands and knees and explain that he'd meant none of it. But when you'd turned and looked back at him, he froze with his mouth open, like a pathetic clown at one of those fair stalls.
He noted the beautiful chandelier and the antique paintings and décor peppered throughout the ballroom. You would love it. He wanted to point it out to you, to tell you how the shimmering chandelier reminded him of you. How it was nearly as effervescent as you - but not quite, because that would be impossible.
"There you are Kent!" Cat and Lois approached him. No sign of you.
"Where's Y/N?"
Clark frowned, "she's not with you?"
Lois and Cat exchanged a look. "She didn't ask you to come with her?"
Clark's cheeks reddened. "How do you know about that?"
Another look was exchanged. Clark got the feeling they were having a conversation right in front of him.
"So you said...no?" Cat folded her arms in front of her chest.
"I-" Clark glanced between them, swallowing nervously at their piercing gazes.
"I told her I was bringing someone."
"And did you? 'cause I sure as hell don't see anyone."
"No." He admitted quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Explain. Now."
Clark felt himself beginning to unravel. "Well Jimmy told me that I should-"
"Well well well, don't we all scrub up nicely!"
The three of them turned to see Jimmy sauntering towards them. He froze when he saw Cat and Lois' murderous expressions. He gulped at the sight of Clark's terrified one.
"You know I kind of feel like I'm interrupting something so I'm just going to-"
"No." Lois' voice cut through the tension like a blade. "I really think you should stay."
"Clark was just about to tell us why he told Y/N he couldn't come with her tonight and that he was bringing a date."
"Wait what-" Jimmy balked.
Lois held up a hand, "continue Clark."
Clark's eyes darted to Jimmy nervously before looking back at her. "Well Jimmy suggested that I act less interested, to stop acting like I was her 'boyfriend'."
"You what-"
"It was just so she could realise how much she would miss him fawning over her." Jimmy protested. "I didn't tell him to turn her down if she asked him out."
Clark winced under Jimmy's glare. "I just panicked, but after everything she said in the break room yesterday, I've decided that I'm going to tell her how I really feel."
There was a pause as everyone processed his words.
"Clark." Lois said slowly, her voice eerily calm. "What did she tell you yesterday in the break room?"
"She told me that she actually didn't really like baking but saw how much I liked it and that... that it was a way for her to give me a piece of her without realising it."
They all looked at him in disbelief. Clark thought Lois might actually punch him.
"Jesus Clark." Jimmy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Remember when I told you that you'd know when she cracked?"
There was a pause as Clark swallowed nervously, "that was her cracking, wasn't it?"
Clark swivelled around and felt his heart nearly burst out his chest at the sight of you. The polished floors reflected the shimmer of your floor length pale yellow gown. You turned to grab a champagne flute from a passing waiter, revealing the low cut of the dress at the back.
You met his eyes from across the room. An unreadable look crossed your features as you took a sip of your drink. Clark blinked and you were gone, lost in the sea of attendees.
Clark turned back to see Lois' eyes fixed on him. If looks could kill, he'd be a dead man. He gulped.
"Fix it. Or else the Planet's headline tomorrow is going to read 'Journalist brutally murdered by co-worker over his inexplicable stupidity'."
You had no idea why you were here. It must be some sick and twisted new form of self-flagellation that your brain had concocted. The second you saw Clark standing there in his tux you had felt what little resolve you'd patched up over the last twenty four hours crumble. The only saving grace was that you were yet to see his date. That might just be your last straw.
You should have brought someone as revenge. You’d thought about it. But you didn’t have the energy to pretend anymore.
You watched a server walk past you, your face scrunching in disgust. If you were speaking to Clark, you would have asked him if he'd flown to Krypton to supply the food at this thing.
Within ten minutes of walking in the door, you'd been cornered by an older man who was claiming to be incredibly interested in your line of work. You watched as his eyes moved down your body. More like the line of your underwear.
"I don't understand how someone like you could be here alone." He purred. "You have to let me take you out onto the dance floor. I won't take no for an answer."
And there it was.
"I'm not-"
"She's not alone."
You didn't need to turn to know who it was. The way his voice crept up your spine was enough to give away his identity. You stole a glance up at him. He towered over you, even in your heels. The heat that radiated from him was enough to make you weak in your knees.
You were close enough that you could see the tick of his jaw as he clenched it. His blue eyes piercing holes through the man in front of you.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise." He stammered, cowering under Clark's glare.
He glanced at you and muttered, "Have a lovely evening."
"You too." You answered, shooting him a sarcastic smile as he scurried away.
"Creep." You grumbled under your breath.
His eyes were already fixed on you when you looked up at him this time, like he was trying to mesmerise every detail of your face.
"You look beautiful."
You tried to unscramble your brain as you studied him. The proximity that you had been craving for weeks was clouding your judgement, sending your senses completely off kilter.
"Would you... like to dance?"
The yes that you wanted to say was desperately trying to leap off your tongue. He studied your face like it was a work of art. You could sense his hand hovering over your skin, threatening to touch you. The yes was on the precipice now.
"I'm bringing someone else."
His words echoed in your brain, shoving you back into reality. He'd turned you down and now he had the audacity to do all of this without an explanation?
You took a step back, his outstretched hand falling limp at his side immediately. Your face hardened as you stared at him.
"Actually, I think I need some air."
His lips began to form your name but you turned and made a beeline for an exit before they could reach your ears. The satin fabric of your dress clung to you as you weaved through the crowd, which all suddenly felt much too suffocating.
You went through the closest door you could find, spilling out onto a small balcony overlooking the city. The room that the gala was being held in was so soundproof it was easy to forget that you were right in the heart of it. The combination of the harsh sounds of a humming Metropolis below you and the crisp night air hitting your exposed skin was a shock to the system.
You gripped onto the rail, exhaling a shaky breath as you tried to make sense of what had just happened.
You squeezed your eyes shut at the sound of the door opening and closing behind you. You didn't need to turn around to know who stood behind you. You could feel his presence, sense the way that the energy slightly shifted. Like time stilled around you just for a brief moment.
The sound of your name coming from his lips made you ache. He said it softly, just loud enough that the wind could carry it to you.
"Please just let me-"
"Enough mind games Clark." It was supposed to come out as a demand, but it came out more like a plea as you turned to him.
His glasses were in his suit pocket, leaving his face raw and exposed. The face that you knew only a select few got to see. The one that carried the weight of the world on its shoulders. The one that had thrown your life into disarray.
"For weeks you wouldn't touch me with a twenty foot pole and now you're looking at me like you never want to let me go." Your voice was painfully wobbly as your grip tightened on the rail, like it might somehow steady you in the storm of emotions.
"I know.” He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palm. “I've really screwed up. But I can explain." His expression was desperate, his eyes shining with a mixture of emotions.
He took your silence as permission to continue. "I didn't have a date for tonight. I made it up because I was so close to telling you the truth and it was the first excuse that popped into my head."
"The truth?"
He inhaled a deep breath. "After the night at Duke's when you left to go to your date I kind of... spiralled. I broke one of my golden work rules and I..." He looked like he was physically in pain from what he was about to admit, "I took advice from Jimmy."
You blinked in surprise. "You took advice from Jimmy?"
He nodded.
"Clark." You spoke slowly as you tried to process what he’d just said. "what advice did Jimmy give you?"
"He told me to pretend I wasn't interested in you and to stop doting on you, something about 'no boyfriend privileges on a friendship membership'."
Despite everything, you let out a snort of laughter. "Oh my god."
"I know, it's stupid. I'm a jerk. I'm so sorry."
You shook your head in disbelief, "no, you're not. I'm the jerk. Or I guess- maybe we’ve both been jerks.”
You let out a defeated sigh at his confused expression. If he was going to be honest with you, it was about time you returned the favour.
"I knew you had a crush on me. I knew for a while. And I enjoyed it. I liked the attention but not having to commit because that meant-" You felt a breath catch in your throat. "-that meant it wasn't ever going to be anything real. That I couldn't get hurt."
He took a step towards you as you felt your voice waiver again. "But then all of a sudden you weren't there anymore and I- I couldn't handle it. And it wasn't about the five refills of coffee a day I used to get without leaving my desk-"
His lips twitched up in amusement at that.
"It was about the fact that I missed our walks home together, the calls on the weekend after a new episode of our show came out, the way our hands would brush when you'd hand me a coffee cup. I just missed you."
You couldn't believe the words that were flowing out of your mouth, but now you'd started spilling your confessions to him, you couldn't stop, like you could feel yourself getting lighter as you unburdened yourself.
"I've missed you too. So much.” He breathed out. "It's why I was acting so strange. I couldn't risk you touching me...because I knew that if I felt your touch I wouldn't be able to hold myself back.” He let out a humourless chuckle.
“Heck, I couldn’t even bear to even really look at you properly. This has been- this has been torture for me. I’ve been on the edge the entire time.”
Your breathing hitched as he took another step towards you. "And don't get me started on that night I dropped those documents to your place."
You swore his eyes darkened for a split second as he looked down at you. You felt the energy crackle and pop as it shifted between you. You knew then. You weren’t on the edge of uncharted waters anymore, you were up to your neck in it.
"I thought I had you dead to rights there." Your tone was light, the side of your mouth quirking up.
He caught his lip between his teeth as he moved forward again. You were almost chest to chest now, so close that you could feel his body heat desperately reaching out to engulf you.
"Believe me, I had to use every last bit of my self control."
"Luckily for you, they're still in my drawer."
His face bloomed red at that. "Don't tease me."
"Who said I was teasing?"
You let out an audible gasp as he finally closed the gap between you, snaking his broad arms around your waist to bring you flush against his chest. You felt warmth bloom across your lower back as his fingers gently brushed your exposed flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He let out a shaky breath as he admired you. "Now that I've touched you again, I don't want to ever stop."
"Then don't." You murmured. Pleaded.
His breath fanned your face as he leant up to cradle your jaw. He tilted your head up so he could press his forehead against yours.
"I love you." He said it reverently, like he was swearing an oath at the alter of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you processed his words. "I have since the first day you walked into the Planet. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner.” When you opened them again, his eyes were glassy. You swore you could see the ocean in them.
"I love you too. I'm sorry it took me so long to admit it to myself, even when I've known it deep down this whole time."
Then his lips were finally on yours. If he hadn’t been holding you so tightly your knees might have buckled. The kiss was much like him, warm and steady, safe.
You knew it then. Your walls were well and truly down.
But you'd found your safe harbour.
The two of you only broke apart when you needed air, your chests ragged, Clark's bowtie askew.
"What?" Clark asked when he noticed the amused smile playing on your lips as you curled your fingers into the hairs on the nape of his neck.
"Nothing, I just can't believe Jimmy's advice actually worked."
"Me neither." He breathlessly chuckled.
"He can never find out." You both said simultaneously. You both broke into a fit of giggles, your noses bumping against each other as you clung to one another.
"Do you think we should go back inside? The others might be wondering where we are." You murmured against his lips.
Clark shook his head.
“I’ve used up all my willpower when it comes to you, I’m not spending another minute in there when I can have you out here all to myself."
“Good.” You grinned. "Because I’ve realised that I like my Clark Kent with absolutely zero willpower."
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like he gives the vibe of wanting to bag you and he thinks he's flirting but he doesn't realise how sleazy he sounds and when you blatantly ignore his flirting attempts he stands there like “??? what did i do wrong” but then doesn't have the capacity for pattern recognition and just tries again the next time.
and he doesn't know every time he tries to flirt with you, the moment the one-sided interaction ends you take out your phone to text your friend.
[you]: bruh this guy won’t leave me the fuckkk aloneee
[maki z]: who?
[you]: the fukn muscly guy with pink hair and fukn fullscape paper lines across his body.
[maki z]: LMFAAOOOOO U MEAN SUKUNA???
[you]: thats sukuna?! bruughhh he keeps coming up to me n sayin some stupid shit idek. everytime we have class hes always up in my face i tune him out the second i see him come my direction.
[maki z]: maybe hes into u 👀
[you]: bro why me!! im like the quietest person in class, i sit at the back and mind my business.
[maki z]: maybe hes into the quiet types (ﾟωﾟ)
[you]: mann i dont even wna deal with it. meet me at the student lounge in 10?
you react with a heart to zenin’s reply, tucking your phone back into your pocket. as youre walking down to the student lounge, you feel a presence behind you but you keep walking. until the heat becomes closer and closer. you halt and turn around.
fucking sukuna.
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what's the buzz? sukuna, king of curses, and womanizer?
before you read reader referred to as ‘girlfriend,’ social media au, sukuna is millenia old and in love with you, crack
you had noticed it first in the way he glared at the kettle when it whistled too loud, in the way he snapped when you left your socks on the couch, and in the way he looked at his phone with the same contempt one might reserve for a battlefield of corpses. sukuna had been irritable lately, more than his usual centuries-old disdain for mankind would allow, and it left you with an odd concern.
when you finally asked, he sighed like a man burdened with the heaviest of woes, leaning back with all four arms crossed. “women nowadays,” he began, voice low and grand, “they cannot take rejection. they invade my sanctuary, spout indecent offers, and dare think the king of curses would debase himself to reply.”
you blinked. “wait — women?”
“yes,” he growled, shaking his phone like it was a cursed object. “dozens, perhaps hundreds. they multiply by the hour, each one bolder than the last.” he jabbed a claw at the screen. “they send their wretched images, their vile promises, and i, out of honor to you, must make it clear that i am not theirs to claim. i tell them firmly. at length.”
curiosity gnawed at you until you finally asked to see it, and what you found nearly sent you to the floor wheezing. staring back at you was the most obvious spam bot profile imaginable: a half-pixelated woman with the name “Kaitlyn💖💦69.” her message read simply: “hi bby wanna see me naked?? click link 👉🔥”
beneath it was sukuna’s response.
“i have a girlfriend. your insolence disgusts me. i am not a man so easily swayed by such trivial temptations. do you believe your paltry attempt at seduction can move the king of curses, the scourge of nations, the one who reduced empires to ash before your great-grandmother’s bones were dust? i pity you. seek dignity elsewhere. i repeat, i have a girlfriend. should you persist, know you invite a wrath older than your bloodline. think carefully. reflect on this shame. may the weight of my words crush your insolence into silence.”
seven paragraphs. each one longer than the last. all ending with “i have a girlfriend.”
you scrolled through his inbox with tears in your eyes from laughing. every spam message was the same: “hi hun lets play 💋,” “im single in your area🔥,” or “you up? ;)” and every reply was an unholy essay-length monologue about loyalty, honor, and how dare they intrude upon his sacred bond with you.
“sukuna…” you managed between giggles, “they’re not women. they’re spam bots. automated messages. fake.”
he frowned deeply. “bots?”
“yes. fake. not real people.”
the king of curses — millennia-old terror of humanity, the bane of sorcerers, devourer of kingdoms — stared at you as though you’d just revealed the sun was a hologram. he was silent for a long time, scrolling through the sea of pink-heart usernames, his thumb pausing at another one: “Jessica💋xx” followed by “u want me ;)”.
you watched his jaw clench, his pride refusing to yield even as you wheezed beside him.
“fake or not,” he said finally, “they should still know their place.”
and then, before you could stop him, he began typing again.
“i have a girlfriend. kill yourself.”
this time, mercifully, only two sentences. progress.
Something about bouncing up and down your personal trainer!toji's cock is everything you'd been fantasizing about for the past few months and more.
During workouts he's always been very firm and encouraging with you but now those hands you're always staring at were slapping at the fat of your ass all heavily while you slammed your hips down on him. Leaving him groaning and sweatier than those workouts usually did, "Jus’ like that, doll. Uhuh, put that ass to work.” He huffs all heavily before smacking your ass again.
Your trainer’s a nasty man. If you think you’ve been fantasizing about this then you’d be shocked to hear the things he’s been fantasizing about himself. He feels this inherent need to take credit for at least some of the pretty body bouncing up and down his thick cock right now.
Each smack to your ass served as some sort of silent thank you, meant to let you know he was proud of the results his traditional workouts gave you. Big, greedy hands grip find the purchase of your hips and he works you up and down his curving cock, grunting, “Thaaaat’s it, doll. Let me take care of ya’, like I always do, uhuh..” before he lifts you just a little and aids your body up and down.
Sounds of slick filth bounced off the interior of his car that’s parked just outside the gym and you’re letting yourself moan all unashamedly. “Mmph, ah-, fuck, Toji!” You whine, slutty actions leaving his windows fogged.
Your trainer starts smiling all of a sudden and grunts, “Mmgh, look at that. Look at the way I stretch those lips open, fuck.” He points out, one hand moving your ass cheek to get a better view of your puffy folds parted so prettily around the veins of his shaft, “You spread so wide for that cock, don’t you?”
When you nod and then lean up a bit to let gravity force you all the way down on him again, both of you moan in sync. You were missing one payment and this was the only thing you thought to offer. After all, you couldn’t lose your best trainer and it’s a mere coincidence you both have been wanting to fuck each other!
Toji’s head flies back with a soft thump against his headrest and his hips being to grind up into you, cockhead thrashing against your sweet spot. “Yeahhh ya’ do. Lettin’ me train this pussy, huh?” He teases.
You receive languid strokes up into your cunt for long enough to have you drooling, “Uhuh, hahh, I gotta-, oh fuck.. w-work on my endurance..!”
“Heh, riiiight… endurance..” He echoes all slyly before his hand suddenly presses into your arching spine. Then holding your body up in the air slightly, Toji’s feet shift against the car floor and then starts pumping his fat dick up into you with no remorse—your pussy letting sweet juices mess up both his thighs and the seats below the two of you. “Endure that fuckin’ cock then. Just like that, ma.”
You slump forward and cling onto the headrest in front of you while he just plows his weighty shaft in and out of your slobbering cunt. “T-Toji… ohmygod… fuck!”
“‘Couple more reps, pretty girl. We’re almost done, don’t worry.” He coos.
The car is all but bouncing and shaking with both of your frantic movements, letting anyone who walks by get the perfect idea of what was going on inside. “Something feels d-different… hnngh..” You end up whimpering as your spongey walls clamp around him tighter.
“Ohh? You gonna squirt for me? Hm?” Your trainer guesses with a crooked smirk on his scared lips, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips while he pounds himself up into you. Voice breathy, “Gonna leave my dick a sloppy wet mess as a reward for tainin’ you s’good, right?”
Somewhere in the mix of your strained cries of his name and cockdrunk babbles in agreement, you do, in fact, squirt on your personaltrainer!toji’s cock. The moment you do, he’s pulling out and letting his length slap against your crying pussy, making sure you soak every single inch of him.
“Fuuuck,” Toji groans loudly. “Your next few sessions… shit… are free after that one, doll.”
some ideas and drabbles i have in the works! let me know which ones you're most interested to read ❤︎
note: i will separate my drabbles according to fandoms once i have a bit more going on, as of for now i will dump it all here ^_^
゛ jjk, gojo ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
cw & tags: nsfw, 18+ college au, non-sorcerer au, boyfriend nerd!jo, crack!fic, but also heavyyy smut, sub!gojo, dom!reader, gojo's a good boy, gojo is a pretty crier, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, use of fleshlight, humiliation.
summary: you find gojo's sex toy whilst helping him clean out his room. amidst his embarrassed crash out, you make him eat out and fuck his fleshlight in front of you.
sneak peak⭑.ᐟ
“Eat it out.”
Gojo looks at you from where he's standing, struck and frozen. “Huh?”
“Eat your fleshlight out like how you would with me.”
Gojo stumbles and stutters as he tries to form words to say. He goes to kneel in front of you where you’re sitting on the edge of his bed, knees to the hardwood floor, taking your hands in his.
“Baby…that’s a bit too much don’t you think?” He tries to laugh it off, expecting you to join and reveal that it was in fact just a joke but the room is met with silence and you’re still staring him down with a collected expression.
You purse your lips, “i want you to make out with this fake pussy, and you’re going to enjoy it because I'm telling you so.” You take his chin between your thumb and forefinger, forcing his eyes to meet yours.
summary: miguel has taken quite the infatuation with you. his mind slowly being plagued with thoughts of you, he just couldn't take it; you were all he could think about always. one day, his impulse gets the better of him. whilst doing laundry he goes to steal your used panties for later use.
sneak peak⭑.ᐟ - note this was taken directly from my drafts and it hasn't been properly written yet unlike the gojo one! think of it as a brainstormed in the moment writing sesh.
Not to be nasty but a canoning roommate!miguel as a sick, unhinged, nasty perv.
When goes to do both his and your laundry, he knocks at your already opened bedroom door to let you know that he's taking your laundry basket.
You're at your desk doing work so you kinda just scoot your headphones aside and give a small little nod and a “thanks mig.”
He goes to the laundry room and as he's putting your clothes into the washer he reaches for the last bit of clothes to which he sees your underwear there. And he kinda just stops for a sec and stares at it.
He reaches for it, this off-white coloured garment with cute little pink hearts printed on it and small ruffles at the band with a tiny bow in the middle.
He lets it rest on his finger tips. Just keeps staring at it.
He looks back at the door bringing ur panties down to cover with his body just in case and when he doesn't see you there, he moves the item near his face, shuffles the material so that the area where ur coochie would be (LOL) he brings it up to his face AND BREATHS IN. He keeps it there as he breathes ruggedly.
Lets out a small moan whilst he's at it. cus this is you. He’s smelling all pure you.
He even goes to stick his tongue out, letting it rest against the inside. Before he can do anything else the self-awareness washes through him that he's being deranged in the middle of the laundry room where you could walk in any moment. He pulls your panties away, scrunches it up and puts it in the pocket of his sweats. He finishes up putting the rest of your clothes resisting the urge to scavenge for the rest of your underwear. He lets the washer run, goes to his room, places ur panties in his drawer tucked beneath his clothes and goes back to your room.
“Hey, what do you want for dinner?” AS IF HE DIDNT JUST VIOLATE UR PANTIES IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM IM DEAD
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cw & tags: nsfw, 18+, needy!sebastian, switchy!sebastian, cunnilingus, oral f receiving, oral sex, face-sitting, masturbation, sebastian is an #Eater, semi-heavy dialouge, plot what plot/porn without plot.
paring: sebastian x fem!reader
word cout: 3.3k
author's notes ─ it’s sort of implied that the farmer is also into abigail and tries to provoke sebastian into it too but nothing further happens between farmer and abigail, neither sebastian and abigail.
no beta read.
lowecase intended.
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“you and abi a thing yet?”
sebastian splutters on his joja cola, bringing up his sleeves up to the side of his mouth. “no…we aren’t a thing. i didn’t even realise that’s how people perceived us.” he takes out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a drag.
you watch as the smoke falls from his mouth. “dunno, seems like she’s really into you.”
sebastian is indifferent to hearing your claim as he lightly taps on the cig.
you look over to him with a grin, lightly nudging his shoulder within arms reach, “c’mon, shes cute.”
it’s hard trying to read sebastian’s expression as most of the time its stone cold. he takes another drag, “m’jus not interested,” he says through the smoke. you scoff out a small laughter as you take the cigarette from his fingertips.
“i’ll see you later seb, gotta tend the farm.” you took one long drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke towards sebastian. he crinkles his face, as he watches you disappear off behind the carpenter’s house and up the hill. he sighs, repeatedly thinking about your words. mind wandering off to you sliding on top of abigail, hands wandering up and down each other. he stops, shakes his head as he squishes the remaining cigarette into the dirt.
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the next time you see sebastian; he’s with abigail, together in his room. you knock on the wooden door, only to find abigail on the other side.
you grin wide, “abi, didn’t know you’d be here!” you bring her in for a hug, eyes glued onto sebastian sitting on the bed, as he stares back in suspicion.
“hey y/n,” you hear him call out.
“hi seb,” you lengthen both the hi and seb in a knowing tone. the subtlety of his annoyance shows on his face, making you internally chuckle.
you wrap your arm around abigail’s shoulder, bringing the two of you towards the couch, sitting down; thigh to thigh. “what are you two up to, hm?”
“we we’re catching up on a video game sebby showed sam and i last week,” you mouthed ‘sebby’ small enough for sebastian to catch it from across the room. he rolls his eyes again, gesturing for u to quit it, making u grin even more. you start to move your head towards abigail however eyes still lingering on sebastian until finally they settle back to her.
“oouuh, sounds interesting. i’m glad you two are spending time together-“
“y/n.” you hear sebastian warn.
you eye him, “it’s important for two friends to maintain a strong bond.”
“why are you here, y/n?” defensive, sebastian rolls his eyes for the third time since you’ve entered his room.
you scoff, “i came to discuss barn upgrades with your mom, then figured i should come say hi to you.”
sebastian responds in a hum, fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie. “oh and before i forget,” you stand up, rummaging through your bag, trying to spot a shimmering light blue.
you take out a frozen tear from said bag, striding over to where sebastian was sat and handing the gem towards him. “for you. had some left over from when i was opening geodes. thought you would like it.”
sebastian stares at the frozen tear in your hand then looks up to you, chipped painted nails reach out to grab the gem. a small smile makes its way to sebastian face, “thank you y/n, that’s really kind of you.”
you smile, your hand reaching up to hold his chin. “you’re most welcome.” his mouth slightly agape, his eyes glimmer with need. you let go to turn to abigail, “didn’t think i’d forget about you abi, let me see- there’s probably something in here,” you start going through your bag again.
“wait- no it’s okay! you don’t have to give me anything.”
“no way! look,” you went over to her, taking out a small deep purple gem, taking her wrist and placing the gem into her hand.
“this is an amethyst, i love amethysts- y/n thank you. are you sure?” she stands up, way shorter than your height, head meeting just below your shoulder. she looks up to you, clutching onto the rock.
“of course i’m sure, it’s all yours abi.” she responds with a wide smile and a tight hug, repeated thank you’s being heard as she lets you go.
“alright, you two have fun! gotta drop by the museum.” you gave abigail a small kiss on the cheek in return of a squeak from her followed by a bye to sebastian on the way out.
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the rest of the week was restless, working endlessly on the farm, making sure the animals were all enjoying their new environment. you insisted on helping robin with the barn despite several rejections, however you managed to sneak your help in. you barely interact with anyone other than robin, sometimes interactions slip your mind when you’re head deep in work, mentally noting harvey’s words; “don’t let it become a habit, it isn’t healthy to isolate yourself in work.”
the time was quarter to midnight as you made your way to the bath house near the railroads. it’s been a while since you fully relaxed. when day after day has just been non-stop work; whether on the farm, doing town commissions or going down to the mines. giving yourself leisure time easily slips out of your mind.
as you were about to head to the steps, the warm hue of the lamp post shadows a figure. a wisp of smoke dancing around the light. if not for the additional light from his phone illuminating onto his face you would not have seen him. you move closer down the slope, pursing your lips and whistling.
sebastian whips his head from his phone, pulls out an earbud and looks around until he spots you. smoke escapes his mouth as he watches you walk towards him.
“sebastian, is it not past your bedtime?” you tease.
“fuck off,” he scoffs, both earbuds now dangling over his shoulder, phone tucked into his hoodie pocket. “what are you doing wandering around this hour?”
“i could ask you the same seb.” he brings his cigarette higher up to answer.
you hum knowingly, “i’m heading to the bath house, you should join me.”
he raises his eyebrows and looks down to his clothes.
you huff out a chuckle, “your house is right there, no excuses. i’ll meet you there in ten.”
he nods as he takes a last drag of his cigarette, putting it out on the trunk of a nearby tree and walks past you, hand slightly grazing yours. you watch him enter the house, taking it as your cue to head to where you originally planned.
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the water is what you needed; warm against your skin, enveloping you with the comfort you were desperately seeking. the dim lights of the bath house lulling you into a near state of sleep. the sound of quiet was disturbed by the distant rattle of sliding doors and patters of slippers against the tiles.
you turn around, arms placed onto the edge of the pool, chin resting in hand as you watch sebastian come into view. shorts low on his hips, snow-like skin almost glistening against the low lights. your eyes move up from his shorts, to his belly button; a second longer to admire the piercing snug against it, to his chest and finally to his face. not before you notice the frozen tear hanging around his neck.
he gets in the pool, moving to stand close to you.
“hey,” barely a whisper.
“hi.” tone low as you reach up to grasp the chain of his necklace, fingers sandwiched between his skin and said chain; moving down to fiddle with the frozen tear.
“this is cute,” you look up at him, barely having to move due to the close distance between you two.
“mhm,” his hand comes up to engulf yours, “i got clint to fix it up the day after you gifted it to me. didn’t wanna misplace it.”
your eyes move to find his, only to see he’s already staring, hands still touching. both you and sebastian went quiet, still staying close. the hums of the lights and the swish-swish of the water could be heard. sebastian opens his mouth, ready to say something but somehow can’t; he’s stuck, dumbly staring at you, lips still parted. maybe it’s the late hour or the liminal atmosphere of the pool room but you just seem more enticing in his eyes. you notice the shift in his expression, lightly squeezing his finger, beckoning your head towards him.
“what’s on your mind?” you investigate, hand finally separating from his, fingers trailing down his chest then to your side. you felt him shiver, but maybe it’s just the placebo breeze in the air.
sebastian shakes his head and hums. “hm just…”
“just?”
“you just look very pretty.”
you smile, “you’re pretty too seb. my pretty, pretty boy.” your hand reaches up under sebastian’s chin, finger grazing from the top of his throat to the tip of chin. he closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath as your hand goes to cup his cheek. you feel hands just above your hips, feeling the water move around you as he brings you in closer. your breasts right against his chest, and he pushes himself against you even more, wanting to feel your covered nipples on his skin.
he lets out a tiny whisper, “y/n…” he leans down, lips hovering over yours.
so, so close. you go to flick your tongue against his lips; teasing and trying. sebastian moans and finally closes the small gap, capturing your lips against his. he’s impatient and needy, wet hands coming up to hold the sides of your face to deepen the kiss. saliva running down the corner of your lips. he licks it up, both your mouths slick and wet as moans and heavy breaths echo the walls of the room. he guides you to the side of the pool, reaches for the back of your left knee and hikes it up to the side of his hips, all while your lips are still connected.
you press against him, bucking up into his clothed erection. “seb, fuck...” you moan out, arms propped up against the edge of the pool, as you lean back and grind yourself against him. one hand reaches up to touch his chest, thumb going over to flick his nipple. sebastian jolts, pushing his erection against your mound making a strained whine fall out of your mouth. sebastian heaves as he tries to do it again, needing to hear more of you. throwing your head back, enjoying the way he’s desperately humping against you.
“we- we should go to your room.” you suggest but sebastian doesn’t stop, only hums bringing you close to him, hand snaking around your waist. another hand behind your neck pulling you in for a kiss. he moans against your lips, tongue feeling the inside of your mouth. he pulls away but still maintains close, giving you small pecks on your lips, corner of your mouth and cheeks.
“let’s go,” you grin, giving him one more kiss before he pushes himself out of the pool, a big gush of water splash over you making you laugh as you exclaim his name. he lets out a breathy laugh, hooking his hands underneath your armpits as you lift yourself out of the pool. you both wraps your towels around yourself, quickly changing, gathering your belongings and rush out of the bath house.
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it’s an hour-something past midnight; now both you and sebastian are entangled against each other, not making past the couch once you stepped into his room. he dragged you on top of him, immediately went in to kiss you.
twelve minutes pass by and you’re still making out. the kiss has gone sloppy and wet, minimal effort as you grind down onto sebastian. he jerks up into you, gripping your shorts and moaning against the kiss. “i love how vocal you are,” you say against his lips, pulling back and he’s drunk on you, not even here, eyes half lidded, mouth chasing for yours. you thumb at his lips, his tongue poking out to lick it.
“you’re just good at what you do,” he’s all smug and giddy, hiding his face into your neck, breathing you in. he places slow kisses below your ear, down your neck, trailing down to your collarbones, licking and teeth-grazing your skin. he lifts up your shirt, bundling it up above your breasts. he takes your right nipple in his mouth, sucking the flesh. he releases with a pop, repeating the action. suck, pop, suck, pop. you moan and whine, fingers running through the hair on the nape of his neck whilst you continue to grind down against him and feeling him twitch against you. he goes for your other breast, giving your nipple attention; flicking at it with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth, making rounds at the fat of your tits. he takes your breasts in both his hands, massaging them, mouth still latched onto one. he pulls away with an audible squelch; a string of saliva attached onto the underside of your boob.
“stand up for a sec,” sebastian whispers, and you do so. you stand up facing him and he turns you around, hands on your hips, “take these off,” he snaps the bands of your shorts, hands still lightly placed on your hips as your own hands push your shorts down. you turn your head, peering at him over your shoulder as he goes to kiss the skin just above your underwear, “these too.” you hear sebastian shuffling on the couch and when you look back he’s laying down completely, he takes your hand and brings you closer. “i want you to sit on my face,” you breath hitches as you sound out a quiet okay. moving to straddle sebastian’s chest.
“are you sure?” you hesitate. however, sebastian looks up at you, eyes flick down to your pussy, wets his lips and back up to yours eyes. he nods his head eagerly, “mhm, wanna make you feel good.” his hands go to splay out on your abdomen, thumb gently caressing your skin as he beckons you to move up to his face. he guides you down close to his mouth, breath fanning against your cunt as he looks up to you.
“sit on my face, please,” you finally let his mouth meet your south, letting out a satisfied moan as you feel the warmth of his tongue. he huffs out, groaning as he tastes your core, lips sucking at your clit. you feel his hands gently kneading your ass, his right hand splayed out feeling the goosebumps on your skin which then reaches to grab your hand, interlocking your fingers together. your hips start moving against his mouth as he eagerly licks you up. his tongue flattens allowing you to move against it.
“mhm, just like that, use me.” he muffles out against your pussy. he continues to devour you, with absolute feral want. he manages to bring you closer, arm around your waist: pushing you down against his face until it’s hard to breathe.
he moves away for a second, “y/n, can i touch myself? please?” you stare down at him, dumbfounded as you feel more slick running out your cunt at his plea. sebastian, waiting, still staring up at you with glossy eyes and heavy breaths.
you nod your head with eagerness, “yes- yea you can, you can.”
you lets out a groan as he smushes his face back against your cunt just as you peer over your shoulder to see him reaching for his cock. he wraps his hand around the base moving to slide up to his tip, wet with pre-cum. he brings his tongue towards you once more, licking back and forth from your hole to your clit, mouth sucking then tongue flicking just at your clit.
“you’re dripping so much, so wet,” he whines, thumb coming up to rub your clit as he prods at your entrance. The pace on his cock fastens, pre-build up creating a creamy slide as he fists up and down. “i need you to drench me, make a mess on my face- please- hah..i need it.”
you cry and wail as you feel the bubbling feeling in the lower of your stomach, you grip onto his hair, “s-seb,” he quickened his pace, eyes looking up at your blissed out face. you halt, grip tightening as you let out a struggled moan. sebastian lets you ride out your orgasm but doesn’t stop, he continues to gently lick and suck; humming against your pussy. all the while still jerking his cock, you twitch and squirm against him as he cleans you up.
“seb-“ you gasp, “s-sensitive.” you try to push him away but he grounds you down to his mouth. he hums in knowingly, mouth still moving against your pussy, hand fastening around his cock. after a moment, he stills; mouth open with whiny breaths escaping. you feel it directly on your cunt, making your stomach curl. you realise he’s close to finishing, you turn around to try and reach out but he stops you.
“nuh-uh stay on my face, i’m so close.” he manages to mutter.
you rake your fingers though his hair as his mouth still hovers close to your cunt, he closes to suck on your clit making you jolt forward, fingers tighten around his hair. an elongated muffled whine is heard as sebastian finishes all over his hand. the grip around his cock loosens as he breathes you in a final time before he finally lets you off, nose, mouth and chin glistening.
“you did so good,” you say, massaging your fingertips into his scalp.
sebastian leaves a small kiss onto your labia, “yeah?”
you snicker, “yeah seb, i really enjoyed that.“
he hums happily as he wraps his arms tightly around you, bringing you down to lay parallel against him. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses lazily along under your jaw.
“y’know, we can invite abiga-” you start only to be cut off by the dark haired man.
“what is your fascination with abigail?” sebastian asks as he reaches to his nightstand to grab a tissue, wiping down his stomach.
“i think she’s cute, even more so when she looks at you with pure admiration. don’t you think so?”
sebastian just hums as he scrunches up the tissues, throwing it into the tiny trash bin at the edge of his nightstand. he goes to reach the night lamp, tugging the chain engulfing the room with darkness. the only light coming into the room is a beam of warm hue through the small window of sebastian’s bedroom door, the ceiling lamp of the stairs enough to give a miniscule glow.
“hm, maybe next time. but i wanna keep you to myself for now.” sebastian ponders. your lower stomach feels warm at his sudden possessiveness. you give him a teasing look hoping he sees with the little amount of light in the room. nevertheless, pleased with his suggestion of a future meeting. you'd like to think there’s a slight pink flush that creeps onto his cheeks making you smile as you rest your head against his chest, toying with the frozen tear of his necklace.
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