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"(Under The) Desk Job" Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 8: The Sweetest Taboo
Summary: A fun day of shopping with Kakyoin.
Tags: Drinking, Fingering, Public Sex (Kind of), 18+
Words: 2.8k
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The morning comes and you wake up to the warm sensation of the sun beaming down on your face. The clock next to you reads 9AM. You peek over your shoulder to look at Kakyoin, who's pressed up against your back, breath beating against your nape with one arm slung over your waist.
There’s motion from behind you as Kakyoin’s arm pulls you closer. His head lifts slightly as his lips meet your ear.
“Are you up?” He speaks softly, nuzzling up to the side of your face. “Did you sleep well?”
You nod as you pull away from his hold, sitting yourself on the bed to stand up. You stepped towards the mirror and spoke as you fixed your hair.
“So, what’s this ‘surprise’ you were talking about earlier?”
Kakyoin climbs out of the bed and motions towards the doorway. “You get ready and you’ll see.”
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It’s a few hours into the afternoon, and all morning you were treated as if you were royalty. Kakyoin walked by your side, holding your hand with shopping bags hanging on his opposite arm.
Through this whole day you didn’t think about your husband once. It was bad, and deep down you knew that, but It was more fun to enjoy the princess treatment you were getting from Kakyoin rather than wallowing in sorrow.. You didn’t actually feel as sad as you thought you would. Part of you thought of this as almost a preview to what your life could be, and Kakyoin’s attempts to impress you made you believe he was thinking the same thing.
You were in no way poor. Your job provided a pretty good income that allowed you to live the life you wanted, with little stress. But, having someone provide these things for you without just using the money from your shared bank account was a breath of fresh air.
“First you surprise me with that pajama set, and now..” You turned your head to eye one of the bags, which housed a rather expensive pair of shoes he insisted he’d buy for you.
“Where’d you get all the money for this?”
He shrugged with a small grin. “You shouldn’t worry about it. It’s all yours.”
You giggled before he stopped you in your tracks, turning to face you.
“Okay, there’s one more place I’d like to take you, but it’s a surprise.”
He puts his hands over your eyes, obscuring your vision as he begins leading you to your final stop.
“Can I look now?” You try to peek around his hands, but he just brings them closer to your eyes. You giggle, excited and curious about where he could be taking you.
You both walk as he continues to guide you. “Not yet.”
Eventually, after a few turns, he stops and takes his hands away from your face. You’re inside what you recognize as the most extravagant and expensive lingerie store in your city, as revealed by the hundreds of bras and panties lining the walls with complex lace patterns decorating each one.
You pivot to face him, mouth agape and face flushed as you bring your voice to a whisper. “What’s the idea here?”
He grins. “I buy you whatever I think suits you.”
“For what?”
His hand finds itself in the nook of your waist. “For you to wear tonight, baby.”
You give him a playful shove, inviting him to lead the way around the store. The both of you eye a variety of sets; you hold the bras of some as if to showcase what they’d look like.
“These all are so…” You pause to lower your voice. “Showy.”
Kakyoin raises an eyebrow. “Is there something wrong with that?”
You shake your head. “I’m just not used to shopping at these kinds of places.”
“You better get used to it soon, then. Especially if you plan on staying with me for the time being.”
Butterflies fill your stomach as you gaze up towards him. You definitely could get used to this kind of treatment.
After a good while of window-shopping, he stops and points to one particular lingerie set.
“That one. That’s the one I want to buy you.”
You look to see him referring to a rather tiny, intricately-laced white bra, paired with similar panties featuring garter belts hanging off of the bottom. It was beautiful, but guaranteed to be extremely pricey.
You hold the set up to your body, giving it a closer look. “Do you think it’ll look good on me?”
Kakyoin gives you an incredulous laugh. “I know it’ll look good on you. Go pick out anything else you might want.”
Another hour passes by as the two of you wander around, picking out a multitude of silky panties and lacy bras of all sorts of colors. Satisfied with your selection, Kakyoin leads you to the checkout to pay.
The both of you walk out with one extra bag to add to his arm. The sun has already started to set, signaling that it’s time to get going home.
“You know,” Kakyoin starts as he eyes you up and down. “We’ve been seeing each other for such a long time and I haven’t taken you out to a real dinner yet.”
You laugh and look to the side. “I think I’ve used up your card enough today.”
“No, I insist. We’re both already dressed up for the occasion anyway.”
There’s no time for you to formally decline, not that you truly wanted to anyway, as he takes your hand and leads you down past the stores again.
A few blocks later and you both stop in front of an elaborate fine-dining restaurant, far out of any sort of place your husband had bothered to take you before.
“Kakyoin, this is too much, I-“
“I’ve already made reservations.”
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Both of you are seated at your table; your food has already arrived and you’ve been chatting the night away. The champagne he ordered has already started to render the two of you tipsy.
“It’s funny,” You started as you eyed the steak in front of you, your gaze shifting up towards him. “You fucked me before taking me out to dinner. Usually it’s the other way around.”
He sneers, taking your hand. “I like to do things a little differently. You should know that by now.”
You laugh as you feel him caress your hand with his thumb, stopping over the ring on your finger.
Kakyoin eyes it with a small look of distaste. “Excuse my language, but your husband's a real cheapass.”
“Huh?”
He slips the ring off without warning and holds it in between his index and thumb, looking back up at you.
“I think your hand would look a lot better with a ring picked out by me. A real one with an actual diamond on it.” He stopped again to examine the ring. “Not this excuse of a wedding band.”
You couldn’t help but giggle playfully. “You’re getting real ahead of yourself here.”
“I don’t think you understand.”
You stopped and cocked your head to the side in slight confusion.
“I don’t know how you feel about our relationship, but..”
He sat himself up, placing the ring down on the table and giving you a stern look.
“I’ve never thought of you as some sort of work fling.”
You shook your head and fixed your gaze back down to your plate, still smiling and unable to take whatever he was saying seriously.
“Look at me.”
The grin on your face diminished as you lifted your gaze to make eye contact with him again.
“Ever since that work dinner, you know, the first one. I haven’t thought about any other woman besides you.”
“Kakyoin..”
He continued, “It pisses me off, the way your husband treats you.” He shakes his head, ”No. The way you let him treat you. It always has. I’ve treated you better, I’ve bought you better, I’ve fucked you better. We both know that, I’m sure he knows it too by now.”
For once, you genuinely wanted him to just stop talking. “Look I know.. I just-”
“Let me finish.”
You nod.
“I know how you felt when I told you to leave him the other night. I’m sorry for that. It’s not that I want to make you feel trapped in this, but you need to take a look at where things are now. You have the perfect opportunity to do what you should’ve done all along.”
There’s a pause in his words. Between the silence, you pick up your drink and take a reticent sip.
“I am all in. You are it for me. I have no intention of letting him keep you from me any longer than he has already. You can quit your job, I’ll find you a new one.. I’ll take care of you. You don’t want to lose your independence, I know that much. But leaving this life doesn’t mean you have to. At least not forever.”
This whole affair has been wrong since the beginning, and you knew that. You knew what it would cost you, what it would take, and more importantly, what it made you. You were a cheater. An unjustifiable, dirty cheater.
Yet, you loved the thrill of that. You loved sneaking around and loved that Kakyoin did the things your husband never could. Part of you worried that if it all stopped, the excitement and forbidden nature of your relationship, that your love for him would stop too. Though, after today, being able to fully indulge in your relationship with him without worrying about people seeing, you finally realized what you knew deep down all along. You felt a deeper love for him than you thought possible.
But it wasn’t the adrenaline of stolen glances and whispers in the office that made you think about him, it was the way he made you laugh, the way he took care of your every need or desire in the blink of an eye, even the way he looked at you. You didn’t need him to tell you that he was all in, you already knew.
You gulp, your nerves extremely evident before you finally choose to speak.
“I’ve been with him since high school. My family loves him, we have an apartment together. Before I met you we were even talking about having kids!”
Kakyoin’s gaze drops for a moment, obviously disappointed before you continue.
“I thought that this would be enough for me. I was living the dream. But after we met that night.. Everything was different. Suddenly I was waking up every day next to a man whose voice I dreaded hearing, in an apartment I began to hate, and in a life where every hour I didn’t see your name in my texts, or your face in my office, was a disappointment.”
You put your hand on his, running your fingers over his knuckles.
“Do you really want to know what this is to me?”
“I was scared to leave the only life I’ve known for years, but last night, thinking about you not being in it was scarier. I don’t know what I’ll do next, but I’d rather do it with you than settle for the life I’m living now.”
There’s a stillness, the both of you quietly processing what the other had said. It made you feel good to finally be honest with yourself, and at the same time, with him.
Kakyoin was especially satisfied with your answer, overturning his hand to get a hold of yours with that twinkle on his face. It was obvious he had some sort of idea brewing as his smile beamed further.
“How about we take one last trip to your apartment this week? We can grab the rest of your things.”
His grip on your hand tightens. “And I’ll be there in case he tries anything.”
It felt good to finally get all of that off of your chest. After some light conversation, Kakyoin paid the bill, and the two of you made it to a cab taking you back to his apartment. You two were both more than tipsy at this point, hanging on to each other as your ride home began.
“I already told you, it’s no problem.” Kakyoin let out a soft laugh as his hand traveled down from your waist towards your leg.
Your head sloped down, sustaining eye contact as you huffed. “But I want to thank you for tonight. You spent so much money..”
Inching towards you to close off the distance, his hand grabs ahold of your thigh with a squeeze. A dopey grin is plastered on his face.
“You can thank me as many times as you want. I’m still gonna tell you the same thing.”
The lack of space between you allows your lips to linger above his, lightly brushing on them with each bump the cab drives over.
“Then I guess..” Your hand grabs ahold of the tie he’s wearing, teasing him with sparse tugs. “That's all I’ll be doing tonight.”
Kakyoin moves his lips to hover just above your ear, his tone low and his breath heavy.
“Yeah? All night, huh?” He travels down to your neck to give you soft nips, and your head angles up to allow him space.
He speaks in between scant bites that press you to moan. “You can start by showing me how everything I bought you looks wrapped ‘round that sexy body of yours.”
Your head dips back down as you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck to play with the hair sitting at his nape. “You just wanna see me naked, don’t you?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
You look into his eyes, just sitting there for a moment to bask in his loving (and just a bit lustful) gaze before averting your eyes to his lips. The gap between you two closes again as you knot your fingers in his hair while his hands drape along your back.
It starts off innocent; a simple peck before he brings his tongue to the entrance of your lips, coaxing you to open your mouth and let him in. Things quickly take a turn from here as he pulls you impossibly closer, bringing one hand up to the back of your head and using the other to run up and down your waist.
The kiss quickly becomes sloppier, you moan into his mouth as your hands run over his broad shoulders, taking time to feel every ripple of his muscles straining through his button-up shirt as they lead down to his large biceps.
“When we get back to my apartment,” He speaks whenever he gets the chance to pull his lips away just slightly, only able to get a few words out at a time.
“You’re gonna put on that fuckin’ lacy bra, and those little panties,”
He pauses and leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jawline, his hand then stops trailing along your waist to forcefully grapple your side.
“And I’m gonna make you come until you can’t take it anymore.”
You let out a light moan at his words, reconnecting your lips with his whilst running your fingers through his hair.
His grip loosened as his hand fell to your legs, traveling up the opening of your skirt to toy with the hem of your panties. You stuttered out a whisper as his index had started to push at the edge of the cloth.
“You’re doing this here?”
One finger had already started to slip underneath to make contact with your clit.
“You’re a big girl. You can take it.”
Stifling a moan, you clasped a hand over your mouth. He traces his finger around the rim of your entrance, teasing you. You hold your breath, watching the smirk on his face tighten before the cab suddenly comes to a halt. It appears you’re finally home.
Kakyoin slips his hand out and adjusts your skirt back in place. Slightly annoyed at the interruption, he quickly pays the cab driver and escorts you out. The two of you stumble into his building, trying your best to keep your composure before stepping into the elevator.
The second the doors shut, he is right back on you again, taking the opportunity to trap you against the wall between his large arms.
The rich scent of champagne swells in the air as you nuzzle your lips on his. His breaths are heavy and coated in a drunk musk that drives you crazy - and makes you really horny.
He runs his hand up your skirt. He brings it back around your thigh, and hikes your leg up against his waist. You thrust yourself against his body, trying to get any friction you can to relieve the ache now building up in your core.
The elevator door dings and you are finally let out onto his floor. You take a moment to catch your breath and Kakyoin grabs your hand, leading you down the hall towards his apartment for the long night yet to come.
"(Under The) Desk Job" Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 7: End of The Road
Summary: Your husband is suspicious of your late nights out, fights ensue.
Tags: Fighting, fluff, cursing, mentions of sex
Words: 1.7k
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The cab ride home was dreadful. Although he was the reason you were crying, you couldn’t help but wish Kakyoin was there to comfort you. Knowing you had to go back to your husband, however, was the worst part of it all.
Stepping inside your apartment, you shut the door behind you as your head hung low. You sniffled, letting tears plunge to the floor.
“You want to tell me what you were doing out at this hour?”
That voice. That intolerable voice.
Your head snapped back up as you hastily wiped your eyes. “I told you, I was at my client dinner. I think I made a good impression actual-”
“I’m not stupid.”
There’s a small pause as you look around for a second. You’re about to get caught dead in the entryway of your own apartment, and your blood goes cold.
“What?” You feign obliviousness with an awkward laugh. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re going off to these ‘work dinners’ and ‘meetings’ late at night and you think I don’t know what you're up to?”
“I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“You have no clue? I know who you’ve been with all of these late nights. All of the lunches I can’t get a hold of you and you’ve somehow mysteriously disappeared? Fucking disgusting.”
“What..?”
At this point, your husband is seething. “You think I don’t smell him when you get into bed at night?”
You take a second to smell your shirt and… shit. He’s right.
Your husband continues. “He might as well move in at this rate.”
“Who the hell are you even talking about? Have you been drinking?”
The tension’s so thick now that you could practically cut it with a knife. Your husband inches closer to you as his temper grows shorter.
“It’s that little fucker at work, right? The one in the office between us? I’m right, aren’t I?”
There’s tears welling in your eyes as the realization overcomes you that you’re caught. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m his boss, I-”
He slams his hand on the wall. “Don’t act stupid! Just fucking admit it!”
“What do you want me to admit?!”
“I want you to admit that you’ve been fucking him!”
“Spending time with a coworker that isn’t you doesn’t automatically mean I’m fucking him! Are you crazy?”
He sighs. “You know.. I’ve been out of my mind the past couple days racking my brain over what could be happening. And you know, I couldn’t figure it out..”
His hand leaves the wall as he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Until this morning. I see him walking into your office with this little fucking grin, with a cup with your name on it. I thought well hey! Maybe I’m just overthinking things. But then…”
“Then I saw the way you looked at him. I still remember that look. Even though you haven’t given it to me in years. You love him, don’t you?”
“I-I don’t ev-”
Your pocket starts to buzz. Your phone is ringing. You take it out of your pocket to see Kakyoin’s name lighting up on your screen. Fuck.
“Give me that fucking phone.”
“Are you insane?! Genuinely have you gone fucking crazy?! You’re so paranoid you need to look at my pho-”
Without any time to react, your husband reaches for hand and pulls away your phone, answering the call and putting it on speaker.
A recognizable voice begins to speak. “Baby, look, I’m sorry for what I said. I know you’re not ready, I just-”
Your husband butts in. “Baby? You let him call you baby? Jesus Christ!"
You stand there like a deer caught in headlights, hand cupped over your mouth. You’re totally fucked.
Kakyoin's voice cuts out. There’s a brief moment of silence before he speaks again. “Who is this?”
Your husband throws your phone against the wall, effectively shattering the screen and breaking it. It falls to the floor with a thud.
“You bitch.. Get the fuck out.”
“Wait, you don’t understand..”
“I said GET THE FUCK OUT!” You hear him continue as he storms off to your bedroom, throwing your clothes out into the wall.
“What part of that don’t you understand? Take your shit and leave my fucking apartment!”
You sob to yourself as you gather your clothes and shove them into your tote purse. The door to your apartment slams behind you as you leave, affirming that you aren't welcome there any longer.
You go outside, trying to stand under the small terrace on the building to block the downpour of rain that must’ve begun after you came inside. With no phone, you weren’t sure what to do. You couldn’t call anyone to stay with, and didn’t know of a hotel any less than five miles away.
You wait for a couple minutes, hoping that the other tenants walking into your building confuse your tears for raindrops. Before you can give up on staying dry and step out to hail a cab, one pulls up right in front of you.
You watch a man climb out of it, approaching you hastily as you’re stuck frozen there.
In a sudden moment, you’re welcomed with a tight hug and a smell you recognize. A smell that has been lingering around you the entire night.
He backs away, allowing you to get a good look at his face to confirm it’s really him.
You’re still crying from the fight you had with your husband. Kakyoin cups your face in his hands, wiping away stray tears with his thumbs.
“Baby, hey, it’s alright.” He takes one hand and rubs your back reassuringly. “I’m here.”
There’s a pause before you fall into his arms bawling.
“He- He..”
“He what?”
“I don’t know where to go! He kicked me out!” You continue rambling.
“He broke my phone, and I don’t have anything except some clothes, and-“
Kakyoin shushes you. “It’s okay, you can stay at mine. You’re always welcome.”
You nod and let him take your arm as you both enter the cab. If the long night didn’t tire you out enough, the argument you had with your husband definitely did. You fall asleep, resting your head on his shoulder as the cab drives off.
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“Hey, we’re here.”
Kakyoin nudged you against his chest as you lift your head, noticing you’re being carried through his apartment and into his bedroom.
“Did I fall asleep?”
He nods, setting you down on his bed before leaving the room.
You sit up and rub your head. You have a killer headache, and all you want to do is sleep and forget about the disaster of a night you’ve had.
He comes back with a towel draped over his shoulder, taking your hand to lift you up off of the edge of his bed. “We’re going to get you cleaned up.”
“It’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”
“Well, I want to. Besides, you’ll feel better afterwards. You don’t have much of a choice here.”
You nod as he leads you into the bathroom, taking the towel off of his shoulder to clean the runny makeup off of your face.
He runs the bath before gently undressing you, putting your hair up to the best of his ability with a clip you’d left on the sink the night before. You look at yourself in the mirror and stand there now in your nude with nothing but a messily-put together bun.
“I think you could’ve done my hair up a little better.” You let out a soft laugh.
A kiss meets your shoulder. “It doesn’t matter too much to me. You’re beautiful anyhow, you know that?”
You blush as you climb into the tub to sit down. He lathers a rag with body wash, kneeling to your side to motion it on your back.
The rag travels down your spine, back up again and on your arms. You look up and watch him guide it around your body as he focuses on the path it follows; down your chest, to your stomach, to your legs. It’s a strangely intimate moment, an especially quiet one. You feel so loved and you don’t utter a word. He doesn’t either.
The water starts to run again. It’s warm and it encompasses your body as it washes the soap off of you; the smell of cherry-scented suds fills the air. He lifts you up off the floor of the tub, guiding you out and wrapping you up in a towel.
“Do you feel a little better now?”
You nod.
“You go get ready for bed. I’ll put the clothes you brought in the laundry.”
“Wait, my pajamas are in there.”
Kakyoin shakes his head. “I think you’re better off wearing something clean to bed.”
He lets your hair out of the bun, marking your forehead with a kiss before promptly leaving. With the towel still wrapped around your body, you step back into his bedroom to change.
As you motion towards his dresser to look for something to wear, something on top of his bed catches your eye.
On top of a loose shirt is a pair of pajama shorts, folded up with the tag still attached. It looks like he kept his promise of buying you a new pair after ruining the other one with paint.
The towel falls and drapes to your feet. You put on the shirt and slip your panties on. You rip the tag off of the silky-smooth pajama shorts before pulling them up to your waist. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror.
It appears he also kept his promise of buying you the ‘sexy short kind.’ Touché.
Kakyoin slips back into the room, standing at the doorway to marvel at you in your new outfit.
“Looking good. Do you like them?”
“You know, I thought you were joking about that.”
He walks around you and sits down on his bed, setting himself against the headboard with a sneer. “I don’t like empty promises.”
You giggle and join him, placing yourself at his side and letting a hand rest on his chest.
“Thank you for tonight. You’re a life saver.” You stop and purse your lips. “I’m still not sure what I’m going to do.”
“We’ll work it out.” He pivots to turn the lamp off on the nightstand. “For now, let’s focus on getting some sleep. Big day ahead of us tomorrow.”
The week had passed quicker than you originally thought, and your short lived faux marital bliss with Kakyoin had come to an end. You and Kakyoin had spent every night fucking, and every day together once out of work. The new distance that would now need to be established between you two when your husband came home made knots in your stomach. You still knew you weren’t willing to leave your husband, but currently the emptiness of Kakyoin being gone overshadowed the complications that would arise if you decided to stay with him. You never knew how to feel, and it was starting to become a whirlwind of emotions you knew would be out of your control soon enough.
It was your first day back in the office with your husband, and the dread of having to avoid Kakyoin all day was catching up with you quickly. You decided to occupy yourself with your work; your husband sat in front of you rambling about whatever as he usually did. You were bored out of your mind, and unashamedly, you couldn’t help but daydream about your colleague as he talked.
You wished he’d just leave, praying that he’d get another call from one of his dumb clients that would urge him to leave. As if your prayer had been answered, the door to your office opened. The both of you turned, and standing there was Kakyoin with two cups of coffee, one labeled with your name.
“Shoot- I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?”
You winced as your husband took notice of your name written in bold letters on the cup. “What the hell is that about?”
Kakyoin looked apprehensive. “What’s what about?”
“You bought coffee for my wife?” He stood up hastily, making his way towards Kakyoin. You felt a little bad seeing him try to make himself look all tough when there was a clear height difference.
You jumped in to defend him. “Oh, he doesn’t mean anything by it! I just asked him to pick me up coffee a couple times this week when I got really busy, so he was just being nice..”
Kakyoin nodded. “You shouldn’t get the wrong idea. I don’t mean to concern you.” Your husband was visibly angry, and he was just about to tell him off for ‘making a move on his wife.’ Before he could, his phone rang.
He gave Kakyoin an icy-cold stare before leaving the room. You two sighed in relief. Kakyoin then approached your desk and set the coffee down, replacing your husband's seat.
“Bad timing?”
You nodded. “It’s okay. I don’t think I’d be able to stand another second of him talking.”
The both of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, just enjoying each other's company. Kakyoin suddenly clears his throat, bringing your attention back up to his face.
“Are you still coming by tonight?” You’d remembered you both made plans to meet after work; usually you went down to your apartment or at a cafe nearby. It was a rare occasion that you ever went down to his. To be fair it probably made more sense to go to his. Now that your husband was back you didn’t know what his plans were for the week, and the last thing you wanted was to be caught fucking your shared coworker in his bed.
“Yeah.. I’ll come by around eight. I was supposed to have this big client dinner but they cancelled at the last minute so I’ll have some time.”
Kakyoin gives you a smile and gathers his things, talking over some of the remaining projects for the workday before returning to his own office.
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It had been a while since you’d visited Kakyoin's apartment, although it still looked the same as it had the last time you’d been there. It was decorated plainly and upheld a tidy appearance; it didn’t match at all how interesting he was. The only room that had any sort of personality was his bedroom, adorned with posters from different games and comics.
You were seated back in his bed, nested in his arms watching tv after a fulfilling dinner he had cooked for the both of you. You wanted to bring attention to the gaming PC you noticed the first night you’d gone over.
“What do you use that for?”
He shifted lightly. “Oh, just work. Don’t worry about it.” To avert your attention, he brought a hand to your face as if to lead you into a kiss, only for you to pull away.
“You don’t have to lie. A lot of people our age still play video games, we’re not even close to being thirty yet. Besides, the pictures on your wall aren’t helping your case anyway.”
Kakyoin’s face grew flushed, explaining to you it was just a ‘small hobby’ and that he really ‘wasn’t all that into it anyway.’
“What are you so nervous for?” You gave him a coy smile as you got up to turn it on. “I wanna watch you play.”
Kakyoin grunted and got up to follow you, briefly taking a seat and slipping on his headset, leaving one ear free to hear you talk. You pointed to the League of Legends icon on his desktop, prompting him to launch it.
“Do you want me to get you a chair?” He questioned, still visibly nervous.
“No, I have a better idea.” You walked up to the front of him, squeezing yourself between him and the desk and resting yourself on his leg. He swallowed as he set the game up, shifting you slightly to the side so the screen was visible. “I can see it better this way. Why don’t you tell me more about the game?”
“Um.. you have to… uh…” He began to stutter on his words. “Just… just watch what I’m doing.”
You nodded and shifted around in his lap. He explained some of the mechanics when you asked but you had quickly grown bored after ten minutes or so. Out of nowhere you heard a ringtone come from his PC, causing him to freeze.
“What’s wrong? Where’s that coming from?” He kept quiet, his eyes glued to the screen hoping you’d ignore it. Once the sound ended, it rang out again shortly after. It was getting hard to ignore.
“My discord.”
You laughed, teasing him a little. “Your what?” You didn’t know much about the app, only that it was used by weirdos and freaks; at least that’s what your friends said when reminiscing on their ex-boyfriends. “Just answer it.”
Kakyoin hesitantly opened up the tab to a small group chat and joined the call.
“Yo, join the party.” You could make out what some of them were saying through his headset. “You’re online, bro. We’ve been ringing you for like, hours.”
“Okay, okay,” He joins their party. You watch as he begins falling into his normal rhythm and playing with them, every once in a while giving commands you don’t understand at all.
You eventually decide to test how good he really is at the game, turning yourself and straddling him, then shifting yourself to the side to allow him to see the screen while slowly pressing soft kisses down his neck, starting at his jawline and trailing down to his collarbone. The smell of his light cologne only making you hornier. His breath hitched as you had started to grind on him lightly, feeling an erection starting to form under his pants. His performance had started to get noticeably worse as his attention dispersed itself between you and the game.
The voices through his headset started again. “What’s going on, man? You’re selling!”
Before he could answer, your hips bucked into his suddenly, forcing a groan out of him.
“Hello?”
“Sorry, there was an issue with my controller. It should be fine now.” He fixed his attention back onto the game and continued playing, or at least trying to.
You slowly slid your hand down into your pants, touching yourself through the thin fabric of your underwear. Kakyoin doesn’t notice until you let out a gasp, his hands trailing down your body to feel what you’re doing. You immediately hear his teammates start to yell at him over the headset again, but he can’t take his attention away from your movements.
You put your head in the crook of his neck, breathing hard on the exposed muscle of his shoulders. He tries to bring his attention back to the game, still trying to not let you get the best of him.
When you see him look away you sigh, deciding to use the last weapon you had in your arsenal. You slink down to your knees, situating yourself between his legs under the desk and aligning yourself to face his groin.
You nudge his buldge with your nose, leaving open mouthed kisses over the straining fabric. You slowly moved your hands, your fingertips just teasing the waistband of his sweatpants. He shudders as you slowly pull down both his pants and boxers, just enough to pull out his length. During all of this his plays had gotten worse, and his attention to the game was being very quickly stolen away by your teasing under the desk. His teammates could be heard getting angrier and angrier over the call.
“Hold on, I-“
You wrap your hand around his cock, lightly pumping it up and down, watching as his focus slips away with each movement. You bring your head down, giving kitten-licks to the tip before enveloping him in your mouth, coating him with your saliva as your lips slid up and down, eager to taste him once again. “I-I… Ah… ah..”
A voice called out from his headset again. “Are you jerking off?”
Kakyoin was trying his best to say something, anything, but couldn’t muster a word out of the stimulation from underneath his desk. It was getting harder for him to suppress himself, even more so once you’d started to pick your pace up. It was entertaining to watch him get humiliated like this; you found this out the first time back in the office, but now things were about to get interesting. In one quick motion, your mouth traveled the farthest it could towards the base, your nose brushing against his skin.
You begin to get too caught up in your actions to notice when he ends the call and shuts off his PC. Suddenly, he pushes his chair back and grabs your arm, his dick slipping out of your mouth as he forces you to stand. He pivots to turn towards the bed, pushing you onto it promptly. He mounts on top of you, peppering your neck and jaw with open mouthed kisses that travel towards your lips.
You pull on Kakyoin’s t-shirt, signaling for him to take it off. He grunts and sits up, taking off his shirt and flinging it across the room. You stare at him for a moment, not even bothering to hide how intensely you were checking him out. He moves his hands down to your waistband, slipping off the shorts you had on and leaning back down to your face. He ghosts a kiss to your lips for a moment before turning you over and placing you on top of his abdomen. His cock rests just behind your ass, still out from before.
He smooths his fingers over your hips, taking in your body and letting his hands travel up towards your waist to give your sides a firm squeeze. For once, you towered over him, and his eyes compensated for the height by trailing up further to meet your gaze. He looked desperate, hungry; he wanted more of you.
For a few moments, there was silence; no noise, no movement. Kakyoin turned his head to the side, swallowing as if to clear his throat.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
Okay. Not what you expected.
You raised your eyebrows and uttered a laugh. “Is this another one of your fantasies?”
“Yeah,” He gave your hips a nudge with his hands, motioning you to shift your position further up above his abdomen. You sat on top of his chest as he continued. “It’s something I’ve wanted you to do for some time. A while.”
It’s not that you weren’t into it or anything, you just thought it was funny that your colleague was asking his boss to sit on him.. Maybe that was part of it? It wasn’t any issue with you; you figured you could have some fun with this. You veered your body towards his face, placing your thighs on the sides of his head to straddle it. Positioning yourself accordingly, you aligned your clothed pussy with his mouth. You distributed most of your weight on your knees, which caused you to hover just above his face.
He moved your panties to the side, revealing how wet you’d become from your teasing.
Kakyoin’s arms came over your thighs, holding you in place. “Come on, sit.”
You stuttered for a moment, never having done this before. You worried about suffocating him, or even just crushing him all together.
“Are you sure..?”
Before you could listen in for an answer, he tugged you down, destroying the balance you had created on your legs as you fell straight onto his mouth. You went to ask if he was okay, but your sentence died in your mouth as you felt his mouth suctioning around your clit.
In instinct, your thighs pressed together as you shook at the sensation. “F-Fuck!”
Kakyoin dove in like a man starved. It was obvious he was getting off on this as well from the moans falling from his mouth, sending vibrations to your pussy as he ate you out. You tightened your grip on his hair, grinding yourself down on his tongue. This sensation was new to you; your husband wasn’t usually one for exploring new things. He was predictable, which normally made you feel safe, though ever since you met Kakyoin, that was no longer enough to satisfy you.
You looked back and saw his rock hard erection, and decided that it would only be fair if he was rewarded for the newfound pleasure he was giving you. You shifted up and spun back, sitting yourself down again before he had time to ask what you were doing. You leaned down, coming face to face with his cock and giving it a long teasing lick up the shaft.
Kakyoin moaned into your pussy as the sensation took him aback. His grip on your thighs got tighter, clenching them now as you pressed your lips onto his tip, taking in as much of his dick as you possibly could into your mouth while using your hands to cover the rest.
You felt Kakyoin’s fingers come up, teasing your hole before entering. He quickly followed it up with another digit, using his thumb to put pressure on your clit as he curled his fingers in your pussy. You felt yourself inching closer to the edge, but you were determined to get him there first. You abandoned using your hands and prayed you could get past your gag reflex as you took him down to the base and teasing his tip with your tongue every time you pulled up. From the stuttering of his hips, you could tell he was getting close.
Just as you felt yourself climbing towards your orgasm, he began thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. With one final thrust up, he faltered and came deep into your mouth with a loud groan. Just as he came, you felt your own orgasm come to a head and you pulled yourself off of his shaft, moaning as you pulsed around his fingers.
You pulled yourself off of him, climbing off and laying down next to him. After some shared silence, it was agreed that the both of you were due for a shower, proposing that you showered together to ‘preserve water.’ Kakyoin had always smelled really good; you found out why after he lent you his body wash, which had an extremely strong aroma that stuck to the both of you. You didn’t mind it though, you liked smelling like him, it made you feel like you belonged to him, and it helped you forget who your ring actually binded you to at the end of the day.
After the two of you dried off and got dressed, you decided that it was fair you made dinner this time around. Pasta was the quickest easiest option, and gave you two the time to converse as you boiled a pot of water.
“So,” Kakyoin eyed you as you stood at the stove. “Are you staying the night?”
“You know I can’t. My husband would be livid.”
He sighed and turned his head. If it wasn’t clear before that he didn’t like the mention of you being married, now it really started to show. “Look, let me give you my honest opinion.”
“What?”
Your gaze snapped back to him, and for a moment that familiar tension had formed again as your eyes met.
He cocked his head to the side. “There’s this quote; marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Kakyoin stood up and rested a hand on the counter. “It means it might be in your best interest to-” He cleared his throat promptly. “Leave him.”
There was a concise quiet. You didn’t really know how to respond, other than raise an eyebrow before deciding to break the silence.
“Okay, I need you to slow down.” Your gaze fell to the ground as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “We both know I can’t do that.”
He took himself away from the counter, stepping over to you as you continued talking.
“You know I love you.. More than any man I’ve ever been with but-”
He interrupted you promptly, taking your hand as he spoke. “Then what’s stopping you?”
In a fit of frustration, you pulled away and stepped back.
“Jesus, Kakyoin! You know exactly what’s stopping me. I live with him, all of my friends are his friends! I work with him!”
“You could stay with me! Quit your job if you have to, I don’t care! I’ll take care of you.”
“What? You can’t be serious, I-” You feel tears welling up in your eyes, your heart breaking a little bit more with every plea he makes.
At this point, you felt like you were bargaining with him. “All I think about day and night is the life we could have together. I dream about how perfect we would be. But that’s all it is. A dream. I just can’t..”
You choked in an attempt to get the words out. “I can’t be the girl who cheated on her husband, then left him to go live this perfect make-believe life!”
“It’s not like you’re not already halfway there.” He muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.
“You’re being an asshole. It’s not like we’re just fucking, you know. I’m not some whore, and I don’t need people believing that.”
“When did I ever say that you were?”
You scoffed and mocked him. “Oh, please. Aren’t I your little slut?”
Kakyoin sighed. “Look, I know how complicated things have become. I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to have you. I can’t go on without you. I won’t lose you to someone who I’m surprised can even call himself a man!”
“I mean, for all we know, he can’t even make you come.”
The tears forming in your eyes were finally starting to come down.“Is that what all of this is about for you? Christ, you are so juvenile sometimes. You just want to prove how much of a man you are?”
“You know that’s not it. Stop trying to blame me because you’re not brave enough to do what you know is right.”
You let out a shaky sigh. ”I’m supposed to be your boss. No matter how this plays out, you’ll be fine! You’ll always be fine! But what do I have? What if I do leave him and things don't even end up working out? I’ll just be branded as the office slut taking advantage of her workers while people give you high fives for being a good fuck.”
You turn around, not wanting to face him as your anger continues bubbling to the surface.
“I just..” Any words that you originally had died off before they could leave your mouth, leaving you to still for a moment before continuing.
“(Under The) Desk Job” - Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 5: Shades of Cool (And Paint)
Summary: You and Kakyoin spend the day together.
Tags: Fluff, Blowjobs, smut, dirty talk, 18+
Words: 2k
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You wake up early, immediately thinking about what had happened that night. That shower led to more, leading you two to fuck over almost every surface of your house before finally giving out and going to bed. You turn to cuddle up into Kakyoin, only for him to be missing. You sit up and look around; it looks like the room was tidied up, both of your clothes folded neatly by the side of your closet.
Why did he leave without saying goodbye? Was this his revenge for you acting like he didn’t exist around the office? There were tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of reasons as to why he’d up and leave so hastily. More importantly, why were his clothes still here?
Your train of thought is interrupted with a loud bang from the kitchen, making you yelp.
“Are you up?”
A voice calls from down the hall. His voice. Looks like he hadn’t left after all. You slowly retreated from off your bed, making your way down the hall.
Kakyoin was there standing in front of the stove, frying what smelled like eggs in a pan he’d found after rummaging through your cabinets. He was bare chested, wearing nothing but his boxers. His gaze turned towards you as you made his way over to him, his free hand cupping your waist.
You let out a coy laugh. “What do you think you’re doing?”
His head lowered to give you a peck on your lips. “Making us breakfast.” His lips traveled up to your ear as he brought his voice to a low whisper. “I wanted to surprise you.” You could hear a grin forming on his face.
Outside of when he’d act tough in the bedroom, he was actually quite gentle and admittedly smooth. Not anything like your husband. He was well meaning, sure, but he had left behind the cute gestures and surprises many years ago.
“I should apologize for the way I’m dressed. I would've worn some pants, but I wasn’t expecting to stay the night.”
You let your hand wander to his sculpted body, “It’s not a problem to me.”
You lean into his side, letting it slip from your mind for only a moment that he wasn’t your husband, and you weren’t his wife. That this simple domesticity would only be able to last until your husband came home in a couple days. The thought made your heart ache.
You broke away to sit at the island counter, placing yourself in front of one of the two plates he’d already laid out for you two. He plated the eggs and sat to your left.
He noticed your apprehension that followed shortly after the picture of your husband coming home formed your head.
“Is something wrong?”
You figured now was the best time to admit everything to him. How you couldn’t bear to part with him; the idea of you both being a fling and nothing else.
“Did you really mean what you said last night? You know..” You motioned your head towards the counter where he’d taken you. “Here.”
“I said a lot of things last night.”
You swallowed. “You told me you-“ You choked. “You loved me.”
Before he can respond, you continue to ramble. “I don’t know if it was just in the heat of the moment or what.. But.. I love you. I can’t continue doing this with you unless I know you feel the same.”
You look up at his face, expecting anything but the earnest smile that adorns it.
“I meant all of it. I don’t think you understand.” He rests a hand on your thigh, giving it an affirming squeeze. “You’re the first woman who’s made me feel this sort of way.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You’re just saying that. You seem so experienced.”
Kakyoin shrugged and looked away. “I’ve had sex before, sure, but…” He gulped.
“I’ve never been so infatuated with someone the way I am with you.”
He looked as if he was about to say something else , and stopped you from responding as he motioned toward the plates. “I think we should eat. The eggs are getting cold.”
You go to take a bite of your food before he interrupts. “After this, I’ll take you out to the hardware store. We can fix the hole in your wall.”
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The hardware store was a few blocks down, so you both decided to make the walk to enjoy the fall weather. Although he initially refused, you insisted he borrowed your husband’s coat - or at least the biggest one that would fit him - before you left your apartment.
You held his hand, coaxing it with your thumb as you took occasional glances up at him. The coat, though just a bit too small for his stature, looked really nice on him. He was holding your purse, something he had insisted he should do.
You finally made it to the store, following him around as he picked out what he would need. You allowed yourself to get lost in the fantasy of him being your partner, and your husband ceasing to exist.
Safe to say you guys were in no rush as you roamed around the store, admiring the selection of lamps they had and playing around in the displays of patio furniture before finally going through the shades of paint samples to repair your wall.
“Look at this.” You held up a crimson-red paper to the side of his head, off-matching the shade of his hair, stifling a giggle. “They’re the same color!”
Kakyoin laughs at your comment, “How about you look for a color that’ll match your wall for when we paint over the repair?”
You shrug. “I kind of wanted to repaint the room anyway..” You stop yourself from mentioning your husband, and the ugly color his mother had recommended you painted your wall when you first moved in.
“We’ll repaint it, then.” He pulled you in and rubbed the side of your waist. “Whatever color you want, doll.”
Your eyes widened. Doll.
“Okay, yeah..” You swallowed and felt your face flush.
You both decided that an oyster-white was the most fitting for your apartment, and so after your little date in the hardware store you found yourselves at a diner for lunch. You ate, exchanging stories and occasionally enjoying the bites of food he fed you from his plate. The way he never shied away from acting like you two were a couple, or as if you were his girlfriend only fed into your fantasy more.
Some time passes and you both make your way back to your apartment, quickly starting your work on the hole on your wall. Watching him grunt and jut around while he worked made you hornier than you thought was possible. He was seriously good with his hands. He had also shed his shirt not long after starting, making it even harder to resist pouncing on him right then and there
Once finished with the hole, he began to paint over your wall, offering you another roller to help. You get some paint on your hands and reach for his chest, leaving a white handprint on his pec.
“Oops, you have a little-“ You kept in a giggle, motioning to the handprint. “You have something there.”
He looked down at his chest and feigned annoyance. “Oh yeah? Do I?”
You started to laugh, unaware of how he had started to move behind you. A smack hit your ass, bringing you back to reality. You turned to see his sudden slap left a giant white handprint on the left cheek of your pajama shorts.
“Hey!” You panicked and looked up at him. “These were new!”
“I’ll buy you another pair. Two to compensate.” He leaned in to peck you on your lips. “No, as many as you want.”
“No, it’s fine. You don’t have to do that.”
You were taken aback further as his hand moved itself back onto your butt, traveling below the short leg. He forced a yelp out of you as he gripped your bare ass.
“What color do you want?” He spoke as he fondled you beneath your shorts. “Maybe I should choose, right?”
“Um..” You couldn’t muster up a response, too lost in the feeling of his rough hands being so close to exactly where you wanted them to be.
He continued. “Maybe I should just get you every color they have there.” His fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties. “I’ll get you the really sexy short kind. Just for me to see.”
You whimper into his shoulder as he backs you against the still wet wall, hesitating if you should warn him about waiting for the paint to dry.
He continues,”You like that? The idea of being my wife? Having me here to fuck you to sleep every night?”
You reveled in the thought; it enticed you. The idea of you being so tempting to him gave you a high you felt you could ride forever.
“Yeah.. I like it.” You wrap an arm around him, closing off the distance between you two. Your free hand reached for his pants and played with the button, clasping it free and reaching under his boxers.
“I’d wake you up with blowjobs in the morning…”
“And I’d let you fuck me over the stove while I cook you breakfast.” His breath hitched as you palmed the erection growing underneath.
“I think it’s only fair that I reward you… For taking such good care of me.” He nodded in anticipation as you got down to your knees, pulling down his pants enough to slip out his dick and lick at the flushed tip.
His hand immediately moves to the back of your head, guiding your head back and forth gently on his length. He was careful to make sure he didn’t pull or tug on your hair, not wanting to give you any reason to stop.
He stuttered as he spoke. “Watch out for the paint behind you. I don’t want it to get in your hair-“
You shut him up by squeezing at the side of his waist, his cock leaving your lips as you pull away. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
He let out an exasperated groan and obeyed, loosening his grip on your head as you took him in your mouth again. Your lips traveled up towards his base, licking softly as you went.
You noticed him go to say something, stopping yourself abruptly as you pulled away again and looked up at him.
“What?”
He could barely contain himself. “I was saying I’m going to… Forget it, just keep going…”
“You don’t sound like you want it all that bad.” Your lips grazed his tip as if to tease him, making him shudder. An idea formed in your head, followed by a coy grin. “What were you saying about me yesterday?” You slowly took his length back in as you waited for a response.
He paused, enjoying the sensation while backtracking to the night before. “I said you had a beautiful body.”
Satisfied with his praise, you licked up and down his cock, revelling in the noises he made. You paused for a moment again to speak again. “What else?”
“I said..” He swallowed. “I called you a slut.”
“Who’s slut?”
“My slut.” His answer was rewarded with you spitting on his cock, making it messier than it already was. You lick up the underside of his shaft, following the angry veins trailing up.
As your hands traveled upward and clawed at his abdomen, you looked up at him with half lidded eyes, taking in the breathless look on his face. You brought your hand to the back of your head, pushing his fingers to tangle further into your hair, silently encouraging him to be rougher.
You bring yourself back down onto his dick and he tightens his grasp on your hair, beginning to thrust into your mouth with only his quiet groans and curses filling the air.
After a minute or two he lets out a low moan, tugging you down fully onto his cock as he comes in your mouth. You swallow, taking a moment to catch your breath before he gives you his hand, helping you stand.
“I love you. You know that right?”
You softly smile, looking up at him, ”I love you too.” You wrap your arms around his neck, reaching up to give him a long, strangely innocent, kiss.
"(Under The) Desk Job" - Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 4: Just Like Heaven
Summary: You thought you could keep avoiding Kakyoin, hoping that maybe you would still have a chance to go back to living your life. After a late night confession, it becomes clear things can never be the same.
Tags: Smut, love confessions, dirty talk, Cunnilingus, P in V, AFAB reader, restraints, 18+
Words: 2.1k
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Two weeks passed since that day. You took some time away from work to visit your husband's family, and when you got back you still couldn’t stand to face the redhead.
You ignored his calls, his voicemails, his glances in the hall- you even threw out the notes he left in your office frequently. You knew how weak you were when it came to him, and after that day you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t do it again. You have a life, a good life! You couldn’t risk all of that falling to pieces over a little office fling.
You knew as you packed your stuff up for the day that you would be going home to an empty house, much to your dismay.. Your husband had a conference a couple states away earlier that morning, and he wouldn’t be back until the following week.
You didn’t trust being alone with your own thoughts for even a moment. The idea had already begun to cross your mind of inviting Kakyoin over, but you knew you couldn’t. You felt yourself falling for him, and knew that if you two started again you wouldn’t be able to stop.
Through your two weeks of loyalty (and mediocre sex), all you could think about was Kakyoin. It got to a point so bad that you took any chance you got to sleep with your husband, just to be able to imagine it was him instead.
You shut out your thoughts, shoving all your things in your bag and rushing home, not wanting to stay within the same building as him any longer.
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A few hours have gone by since you got home. You just laid on the couch watching mind-numbing TV, hoping you would be able to turn your brain off even if just for a little bit. Once you snapped out of your trance, you went to shut off the TV to abandon the couch and go to bed, only to be disrupted by a knock on your door.
You groaned; who could it be at this hour? You walked towards the door and peered through the peephole.
Of course, it was the one person you least wanted to see.
One part of you wanted to reserve your loyalty; the other didn’t want to sleep alone tonight. You figured you’d make that decision after seeing what he wanted first.
You open the door, trying to mask how flustered you really are.
“What are you doing here?”
“Can I ask if your husband is home first?”
He took you shaking your head as an initiative for him to reveal a pair of earrings - your earrings you left at his apartment from your first night together - he had balled up in his hand.
“You left something at mine. I figured I should return them to their rightful owner.”
You crossed your arms. “That just sounds like an excuse to see me.”
There was a slight pause. The tension, usually quite sexual between you two before, was now awkward and unfamiliar.
“Can I come in?”
You pushed the door the rest of the way open, taking a step back and allowing him to enter.
You shut the door behind him, turning around only for him to immediately grab onto your waist. Kakyoin couldn’t wait one second; his lips find yours almost immediately and he sloppily licks into your mouth, slamming you against the door.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke in between messy, desperate kisses.
“You know how hard it was to have to walk by you everyday without exchanging a single word? Real fucking hard.”
“Just shut up.” You pulled his mouth back to yours, running your fingers through his hair.
He leans down, putting his hands under your thighs and lifting you up like you were nothing. You moaned into his mouth as he placed you on your kitchen counter, letting out a small whimper as he feels you press up against him.
“I love you so fucking much..” Kakyoin continued to ramble on in the midst of you kissing. “I can’t hide it. I fucking love you.”
You disconnect for a moment, finally registering what he just said.
“You love me?”
He pulled back.
“You’re the first woman to ever make me feel this way. You drive me crazy… God, I wish I could just bend you over that cuck’s desk and fucking take you already.”
You wished he could too.
Although, you were still taken aback by his comment. “Is that seriously true?”
He nodded, pursing his lips as he slung you over his shoulder, walking around to look for your bedroom. He had a good sense of direction for never being in your apartment before and was going the right way, only to make a detour when another room caught his attention.
“Uh, this is my husbands office-“
In response, he sets you down, only to immediately spin you around and pin you to the desk.
You feel his strained bulge rubbing against you, making you thrust yourself back onto him. Every movement of his clothed cock against your pussy making you wetter.
You see a framed picture beside your face; you and your husband. You knock it down, not wanting to be reminded of him.
“What? You don’t want to think about your pathetic husband that can’t even make you come? How do you think he would react if he saw how much of a slut you are for me?”
You let out a moan, pressing yourself further into him, trying to find any form of friction you could against your sensitive cunt.
“Let me help you.” He leans down to pull your shorts and panties off, leaving you exposed. He paused for a few moments to take the chance to admire you.
You teased, still a bit coy. “See anything you like?” Coincidentally, you were wearing the same black lace underwear set that you wore the first night you guys ‘hooked up.’
You don’t hear him for a moment, but before you can ask what’s wrong you feel your panties being moved to the side and feel his tongue run up your cunt.
“Oh!” You exclaimed in surprise. Your grip on the edge of the table tightens as he closes his lips around your clit, his nose prodding at your entrance.
Kakyoin spoke in between messy kisses. “Do you get this wet for your husband?”
“N-no..” You whisper out, pressing your face into the table.
A firm smack hits your ass, causing your hips to buck.
“No! I don’t! Only for you!”
He groans in satisfaction at your answer, continuing to leave open-mouthed kisses on your clit. The satisfaction overwhelmed you as you melted into his touch.
You don’t last long, not being used to anything besides regular missionary and light fingering from your husband. You let out a long moan as you came, pressing yourself farther into his face than you thought possible.
He brings his arm around your stomach, pulling you up and turning you around. He kisses you immediately. You wrap your arm around his broad shoulders, the other reaches down to dip into his pants. After some pawing, you grab a hold of his dick and pull it out, beginning light strokes. Kakyoins breath starts to waver as you try to give him your most convincing look.
“Please Kakyoin.. I need you inside of me.”
Kakyoin, though seemingly taken aback by your boldness, pulls you to straddle him as he sits on your husband’s office chair. You pull at the buttons of his shirt, eventually getting frustrated and ripping them apart. He apparently has no issue with it as he pulls yours off, bringing a hand up to toy with your exposed breast.
“Oh…” He groaned, admiring you for a moment as his dick grew just a bit harder. “Oh fuck… baby.. you look even better than I imagined.”
You bring your mouth to his, tasting yourself in his mouth as you align his cock with your opening, lowering yourself down on it without any hesitation. The stretch of his dick makes you let out a long moan, taking a second to adjust before beginning to ride him.
One of his hands has an iron grip on your waist while the other is on your upper thigh, assisting you in moving. You assume a fast pace, moaning loudly into his mouth. He digs into your waist to keep you aligned as you move.
“F-Fuck.. Fuck, It’s too bad your husband gets to have you all to himself.. If you were mine I’d fuck you like this every night.”
You trail kisses down his neck, slightly slowing your pace.
“I already am yours.. Ever since that night I’ve imagined it’s you whenever I fuck him. He doesn’t satisfy me like you do.”
Kakyoin’s head fell back as he groaned at the information, feeling himself get impossibly harder.
“I can’t say I haven’t fantasized about you. I’ve had to jerk off in the office almost every time I’ve seen you in that slutty little skirt.” He huffed, guiding your hips as you continued grinding on top of him.
“I want to know more about you. I need to satisfy you.” He pauses for a moment, swallowing before continuing,”What do you imagine when he’s fucking you?”
It’s hard for you to get an answer out without stuttering from growing pleasure, his lips are trailing up your neck teasingly. You explain the most recent scenario you painted in your head; your hands tied to your bed post while he pounds you into the bed.
Before you can ask for his thoughts, he picks you back up, his dick leaving you. You let out a small yelp in surprise as he walks you down the hall to your bedroom, throwing you onto your bed. The sight of his tall, sculpted body enveloped in a lustrous sheen of sweat is enough to make you rub your thighs together, hoping for any amount of stimulation.
“Kakyoin, please… I can’t wait any longer..”
He looks to the side of your bed for a moment, picking something up before climbing up to rest himself between your legs. He grabs your wrists, pinning them up against the headboard and tying them up with an all too familiar fabric.. Your husband’s work tie.
He uses one hand to push your leg back, holding you open for him; the other lightly trails up and down your waist, stopping occasionally to grasp your hip. His cock teases your entrance for a moment, before he bottoms out inside of you.
He sets a brutal pace, letting out low moans as he leans down, taking your lips with his. You strain against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to run your hands down his chiseled abs, while also basking in the feeling of seeing what you had imagined all these weeks happening in front of you.
The headboard pounds against the wall rhythmically, shaking the room with every one of his thrusts. All you can hear is the bed creaking and his occasional grunts as he works into you. Your hands reach to grasp anything to balance yourself out as you occasionally forget you’re tied up. His pace grows heavier and his dick harder as he watches you squirm from the sensation.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” He corrects himself. “No, until the bed breaks.”
You let out a loud moan at his words. He brings his hands under your ass, pulling your waist slightly off your bed as he fucks deeper into you.
The bed frame had grown weaker and the creaks louder, more noticeably near the end of the night. In your bliss, you’d lost track of time and let him take the reigns, unaware of how long you both had been at this.
Exasperated now, he continued to pound you anyway, and it didn’t seem like he was stopping anytime soon. In a sudden moment, after a forceful thrust he had been building up, you hear an especially loud bang when the bed hits the wall.
“Oh, shit!” Kakyoin’s demeanor shifts and he eyes the wall behind you. You turn your head and look up to see a newly made hole in your wall.
“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to do that, I can fix it-“
You lock your legs around his back, pulling him back onto you. “Keep going! Please, I need it!”
He lets out a groan at your desperation and gives you a slow nod, pushing himself back into you. His thumb comes down to rub your clit, quickly bringing you to the edge. You let out a loud moan at your release, coming harder than you had in months. Just as you begin to come down, his hips stutter and he pulls out of you, coming on your stomach with a moan.
He unties you and gets a tissue to clean you up. You rest your head on his chest when he lays back down, running light circles with your fingers over his pecs before speaking.
Summary: After trying to move on from your "one night stand", Kakyoin makes it abundantly clear that you won't be forgetting about him that easily.
Tags: Infidelity, BJs, Spanking, Fingering, Semi Public Sex, Punishments, kind of dom/sub vibes if you squint, Office sex! 18+
Words: 2.6k
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Monday came before you knew it, and you were now walking into your office, setting down your things and prepping for the day. Your husband had already retreated to his own office, leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you sat down and opened your laptop, all you could think about was the man two doors down.
You knew you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him-you felt too guilty about what you did. Not only that, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You guys didn’t even really fuck but all you could imagine was how it would’ve been if you did. Nothing satiated your curiosity; even repeated sex with your husband over the weekend. The workload you had was eating you whole as papers were scattered all around your desk. In the midst of your focus, your secretary had popped in through the crack in your door.
“Mr. Noriaki requested to see you in his office.” She left promptly.
With a sigh, you stood up and started your way down the hall. As if all the work you had to get done wasn’t stressing you out enough, the guilt you harbored from the night you had with him made it worse.
As soon as you arrived, he quickly eyed you up and down.
“Did you need something from me?” You rested your hip on the side of his doorway, acting unamused. You were actually a bit excited he’d called you down, but had to hide your anticipation to reserve your professionalism.
He beckoned you over. Although he still had a slight smirk on his face, you couldn’t exactly read his tone. You reluctantly walked over and sat down, fearing whatever was to come.
“I just wanted to check up on you. See if you’re getting everything done.” Contrary to yours, his desk was quite tidy; looks like all his work was complete. Worst of all, he had a coy grin that tugged at his lips. Son of a bitch.
You scoffed. “You realize I’m technically your boss, right? I should be the one asking you that.”
“Not when you’re in here with me, no.”
“Excuse me?” A bit taken aback by his comment, you prepared yourself to scold him before he motioned to bring your attention towards the open door.
“Get up and close that. Close the blinds too, while you’re at it.”
You cowered, not having enough will to deny him. You do what he says and resume your spot in front of his desk, looking up at him expectantly. It was just now that you noticed the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, just as they were after you tried to take it off that one night. You hope the blush rising to your cheeks isn’t noticeable.
Anticipating his directions, you fidgeted with your hands, “Okay.. now what?” You try to sound collected, but you know he can hear the confidence in your voice wavering.
“Why are you so far from me?” He leaned back in his chair, slightly opening his legs while tapping on his thigh.
“Come over here. Sit.”
You look around, inspecting the blinds and ensuring your privacy. You slowly sauntered over, situating yourself on his thigh and leaving your hands to rest on your own. Your hips swayed slightly at the opportunity of being able to grind on his leg. But, you knew if you started touching him, you wouldn’t be able to stop. You didn’t lack that much self awareness.
He rested his hand on the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles on your back. You felt yourself beginning to melt into his warm hold, letting him occasionally toy with the clip of your bra. His words quickly took you out of your bliss.
“You didn’t call.”
You grow stiff, looking away in shame before he turns your face back to his.
“Sorry.. I just..”
He cuts you off with a scoff, shaking his head and snickering.
“I think I deserve a better apology than that.. Right?”
His hand runs down to grasp your ass and give it a light squeeze.
“I’m sure you think so too, don’t you?”
He made it extremely clear what he was referring to, giving it a light smack. Incredibly turned on but also incredibly nervous, you gulped and released a shy laugh.
“Well.. I don’t want to assume.”
“And I don’t want to ask you again.”
You never felt these kinds of butterflies with your husband anymore, and it excited you even more. You knew it was wrong to let the idea itself of cheating turn you on, but the forbidden nature of what you two were doing, especially with someone like him, broke down your reservations immediately.
You get down to your knees, propping yourself up under his desk and between his legs.
He looks both surprised and amused, which only makes the thrill running through your veins more intense.
You undo his belt and begin unzipping his pants, palming his growing erection. He grunted from above you, shifting his legs in anticipation. Just the thought of actually seeing it was enough to make you begin rubbing your own legs together, hoping to find any sort of release. As you pulled his cock out, your eyes widened once faced with it. It was huge. Way bigger than you expected. The small bead of precum dribbled out the tip as it twitched, coercing your mouth water. You licked the tip, watching him shudder at the sensation.
You reveled in the power you now had over him, even more so that he still thought he was dominant. Wanting more, you took him into your mouth, taking it as deep as you could before your nose hit his pelvis.
In his sudden pleasure, he yelped out. "FUCK! Fuck… sorry..”
His hips suddenly jerked forward as he threw his head back, bringing his hand to the back of your hair. To your surprise, he wasn’t leading in the way you thought he would. His hand was almost reluctantly resting on your head, almost like he was nervous. Although, he had also paused occasionally to bask in the feeling of your lips traveling up and down his dick.
You kept going, feeling him go to grip your hair but stop himself over and over again. Eventually you paused and brought your head up.
“Are you okay? You seem a bit… um..”
“I'm fine.. I’m okay, I’ve just never-“
“Never what?”
“I’ve.. I’ve never gotten-”
All the sudden the door swings open. You hastily retreat under the desk, hoping whoever it is leaves quick.
“Hey man, have you seen my wife? I can’t find her anywhere and we normally go out for lunch together. I don’t want to leave her hanging, you know.”
You immediately recognize your husband’s voice, groaning inside at the interruption. Noriaki sits up and feigns annoyance with a scoff. “No? Why would I know? Just text her.”
You cover your mouth under the desk as your husband continues droning on to Kakyoin about nothing, obviously not getting the hint. You look up as Kakyoin nods at him, hoping that if he just stays quiet he will eventually get bored and leave.
An idea comes to you, not exactly a good one, but once you thought about it you just knew you had to do it.
You place your hand on Kakyoin’s shaft, slowly tugging it, not oblivious to the stern look he shoots at you. You just smile back, silently urging him to continue talking to your husband. Just like he always had at home, he continued to go on about whatever. “We wanted to try this new cafe just down the block from here.”
You run your tongue up towards the tip.
“Is that-” He clears his throat, trying to maintain some sort of composure. "Is that so?"
You found amusement in watching him squirm, then grunt as he placed a shaky hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. Your husband had raised an eyebrow at him. You were obviously supposed to feel guilty about giving your colleague head with your husband two feet away, but any shame you would’ve felt was being overtaken by lust. You bring your head up, letting a glob of spit fall onto the tip and circling your tongue on the head. Kakyoin moans, quickly covering it up with a cough..
“Sorry.. Just uh.. Something in my throat. Continue.”
“Oh no, it’s all good, I have to go anyway. She probably went ahead and is already there.”
A devilish smile spread across your face; you really wanted to turn things up a notch. You begin taking it into your mouth, moving down at an unbearably slow pace. His attempts to stifle the noises he was making were apparently very futile. He let out a light whimper and began to let go as he started lightly guiding your head with his hand.
“Don’t stop- sorry… don’t stop.. looking for her, I meant..”
Your husband's suspicion was growing. “Excuse me?”
“I… ahh… think you should.. keep going- keep looking for her..”
Before the situation can get any worse, your husband's phone rings.
He sighs. “Ahh, it’s a client.. I’ll catch up with you later.”
His voice trails off as walks out, picking up the phone and not even waiting for Kakyoin’s response. When you hear the door shut, his exasperated voice follows soon after.
“Hold on.. I’m about to..” He moaned. “I’m gonna cum….”
He promptly pulls you off, letting out a loud moan and cumming directly on your face. When he finally looks back down at you, he moves his seat back in panicked surprise; you are staring up at him and oh boy do you look pissed.
“Are you crazy? You just came all over me! You stained my fucking shirt!”
“Well I’m sorry I didn’t know you wanted me to…” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “…cum in your mouth. What else was I supposed to do?” In an attempt to keep his cool, he shrugs.
You scowl at him, “Are you stupid? Have you just never gotten head before? Time and place!”
He gives you a strange look, one you’ve never seen on his face before. You get out from under the desk and use a tissue to wipe off your face. After your shirt cleanup, he grabbed you to lift you up onto his lap.
“What?” You ask, curious as to why he’s acting so weird.
A frown formed on his face. “Well uh… no. Not until now, I really haven’t..”
You look at him, not understanding what he could be referring to. He looked away, having a hard time keeping direct eye contact with you. Suddenly, the embarrassed look on his face clicked.
“You’ve never gotten head?!”
Kakyoin shushed you. “Do you want the whole office to know or something?”
“Sorry. I’m just surprised.” You laughed a little before questioning if you remembered to lock the door; obviously, you hadn’t.
“Wait-“ You slowly shifted your weight off of him to go lock it, starting to get up before being promptly stopped by a pair of hands gripping your sides and keeping you sat.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His expression was quite stern now. “You realize what could’ve happened if we got caught? Especially by your husband?”
You had begun to fawn again. He was already hot enough, but admittedly he was even hotter when he was mad.
Your nervousness clamped your throat; all you could do was squeak. “I’m.. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-“
Before you could get a sentence out, a firm smack and squeeze of your ass forced out a yelp.
“I don’t think you understand.” Kakyoin shifted you around, his iron grip still on your butt as he bent you over his knee. “I’m not gonna forget about this so easily.”
His hand rubs your ass, slowly running up your skirt as he squeezes the fat of your ass. You let out a whine, squirming under his touch.
“W-what are you doing? The door is still unlocked-“
He groped your ass vigorously. “Be quiet.”
“But-“
“Are you going to listen to me or not?”
He takes his hands away, the loss of contact disappointing you. Before you can do anything, you felt a swift smack on your ass.
You yelped in shock again. “Are you seriously doing this here?!”
He slapped your butt again promptly.
“Okay, look, I’m sorry!” You heard yourself apologizing, but you couldn’t deny how much wetter this was making you.
“What was that?” Again, he smacked your ass. You moaned and looked up at him earnestly.
“I said I’m-“
Once again, he delivers another blow.
“AH! Sorry!”
Finally satisfied with your answer, his lips curled into a smile as his hand slid back into your skirt again.
“There we go.” You felt his hands travel up further. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good.” Before you could speak, you felt his fingers run over your panties, teasing the newly formed wet spot. You moan out, cutting yourself off when he quickly takes his hand away.
“Ah ah. I have one rule.”
“What?!”
“I hear a single noise from you and I’m stopping. Am I clear?”
You frantically nod, every last bit of your dignity retreating. He signaled approval as his coarse fingers traveled back to your spot, now moving your underwear to the side to feel your cunt.
You cupped a hand over your mouth and squirmed as he rubbed light circles on your clit. His fingers were quite rough, though you especially felt it when he slid his index and middle inside at once.
“Remember what I told you. Don’t mess this up for yourself.”
You bit your lip, stifling a moan which became harder to contain once he started to pump his fingers. He noticed your struggle and, in his amusement, his pumps grew faster. It was slowly getting harder for you to keep quiet. Just as your orgasm begins to creep in, you mistakenly let out a moan and his hand immediately retreats, causing you to whine in protest.
Kakyoin shakes his head. “No, no, it’s okay. You don’t sound like you want it that bad anyway.”
“I do, I swear!” You whimper. “Please.. I’ll be quiet!”
He averted his gaze from you, acting careless. “What is it you wanted me to do again? I forgot.”
“Please, just let me cum! Please!”
He takes a moment to think about it, then shrugs and slides his hand back down into your skirt and continues his work on your clit. “You’re lucky that nobody’s come in here yet.” He slid his fingers back inside you and spoke between pumps.
“Imagine if someone saw you like this. Their boss acting so desperate..”
His pace sped up as he continued, gritting his teeth. “Not so tough are you now, huh? Are you getting close?”
You nodded, pursing your lips as you basked in the excitement of your rather bizarre situation. He may not have had much experience with receiving, but he most definitely was good at giving.
You’re quickly pushed over the edge, coming hard and pulsing around his fingers, letting out a loud groan at the sensation.
“There we go.” He took his fingers out and let you off with one more smack before sitting you upright.
You huffed. “I would have never expected you to be so kinky.”
“That’s a bit forward to say.” Kakyoin's face flushed as he looked away to hide a grin. “Although you seemed to like it. Maybe you learned something new about yourself just now.”
You laughed and gave him a playful shove.
He continued. “Was that new to you? Do you and your husband not… venture like that at all?”
You frowned at the mention of your husband, shaking your head in response.
“That’s a shame.”
As you stood up to leave, you adjusted yourself and flashed him a smile before walking towards the door. “I should go. I’ll see you around.”
"(Under The) Desk Job" - Noriaki Kakyoin x Reader (18+) Chapter 2: The Morning After
Summary: You wake up the morning after your lively night, wondering what you were thinking and what you should do next.
Tags: Infidelity, Mentions of sex
Words: 875
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The spinning quickly turns to throbbing as you wake up, the memories from the night before rushing back to you as you open your eyes to see the man sleeping soundly beside you. You examined his calm face, and how softly he slept. Your husband was a snorer.. You learned to deal with it, but being able to sleep with no interruptions was a welcomed change you had been awaiting for a long time. The clock on the bedside table read 6:30 AM. It appears you slept in far too late and couldn’t risk staying here for any longer if you didn’t want your husband to be suspicious. You immediately get up, looking around and trying to gather your clothes. In your haste, Kakyoin had woken up.
Sitting himself up against the headboard, he rubbed his tired eyes and caught notice of you running around. "What are you doing? It’s not even 8.” He yawned and patted the now-empty space next to him. “Come back to bed.”
You snap your head towards him, lowering your tone to an angry whisper. “I can’t! I have a home and a husband to get back to! He’s probably been wondering where I was all night but I can’t even check my phone to see if he called because I can’t even find it!” You continued to search for your belongings in a panicked haste.
Much to your annoyance, Kakyoin laughed.
“Oh come on, relax! I’ll help you look, it'll be fine. There’s no need to be dramatic.” Normally you would be trying to get out as fast as you can, but the genuine smile adorning his features made you relax for a moment.
“Okay yeah.. Thanks.”
You leave him in the bedroom to look, walking out into the living room only to be faced with the furniture you had just had an affair on the night before. Great.
After a couple minutes of looking, trying to avoid any strange wet spots on the couch, you find your phone between the cushions. “Aha!” You yell out to Kakyoin,”I found it!”
He walks out of the room, giving you a 'told you so' look.
“See? I told you it would be fine.”
You give a shy laugh, the smile immediately leaving your face as you are met with three missed calls from your husband. How were you going to explain this away?
“Wait, don’t you want breakfast?”
It hurt to decline his offer, but you had no choice. “I can’t, I need to go.”
“I could make us something, or we could-“
“I’m sorry, I really have to leave!”
You quickly threw on your clothes from the night before to promptly run out the door, hailing a cab and swiftly getting in at its arrival.
You sat in silence for some time, unable to think about anything except for what happened last night. Without you guys even having sex, it still stood the most satisfying experience you enjoyed since before you got married. It entertained you to think back on how he touched you. How gentle he was able to handle you even with the force he applied. After some revelation, you attempted to call your husband on the way home.
With a deep breath, you dialed him, and…
No response. You were fucked.
You finally arrived home and ran inside, shutting the door behind yourself and immediately yelling out. “Baby?! Are you home?”
You hear some noise from down the hall and see your husband walk in the room, clearly hungover from the night before as well.
“Oh hey… Where were you last night?”
Your face gets hot for a moment, thinking about exactly where you were.
“Funny story.. I ran into one of my friends at the restaurant bar and when the party was over he- I mean- she just insisted I stayed over her house! I was really drunk so I just didn’t want to risk waking you up when I got home with all my loud noise, and, um… sorry. I should’ve texted.”
You knew your lie was lousy and your rambling only made it worse, but a small sigh of relief left your mouth when your husband responded.
“Well.. Okay.. Just text me next time? I was worried about you.”
You feel an ounce of guilt looking at his face. He might’ve been up all night worried sick about you while you were busy dry humping his work neighbor. Real nice..
“How about you come with me to shower? I missed you so much last night..”
You shoot him a suggestive look, taking his hand and leading him into the bathroom with you. You knew it was wrong, sleeping with him right after Kakyoin. But to be fair you couldn’t help the pent up frustration from not being able to bring yourself to fuck your coworker the night before. This basically cancelled out you cheating on your husband anyway, right?
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You laid in bed after a fairly short, unsatisfying fuck. You had never felt this disappointed in your sex life with your husband. He was dull, sure, but reliable. That's why you stayed with him. Your mind wandered to Kakyoin, wondering what shower sex with him would be like, as you closed your eyes in an attempt to paint a picture with your erotic imagination.
It proved to be no use; your thoughts died out as you turned and caught a glimpse of your husband, napping silently beside you. You laid down and hid yourself under the comforter, hoping to be able to sleep away the remaining shame and horniness plaguing you.
Summary: The best part of your job was having your own office. It had reserved you lots of privacy, and put you at a higher level of respect than your peers. The worst part was that the guy in the office two doors down was hot. That wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t already married.
Tags: Infidelity, Dry Humping, Making out, Dirty Talk, Drunk sex (Kind of), 18+
Words: 2.5k
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The best part of your job was having your own office. It had reserved you lots of privacy, and put you at a higher level of respect than your peers. The worst part was that the guy in the office two doors down was hot. That wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t already married.
To make matters worse, your husband worked alongside you. In fact, his office was sandwiched between the two of yours. The real problem wasn’t that - him working the same job as you made everything all the more awkward, especially since you found yourself considerably tempted by your neighbor. There was always a small twinge of guilt nested at the back of your head - always.
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“You look great, honey.”
Standing just outside the fancy restaurant with your husband, you felt an all-too-familiar discomfort. You were headed into your work dinner. You knew it was coming up, and the dread only grew stronger every minute you got closer. You liked your coworkers, but this just meant another night of having to act like the perfect couple in front of all your peers.
It wasn’t that there was anything really wrong with your husband - but maybe that was the problem. He was perfect, and therefore boring. You had lost your spark with him many years ago, but was never able to muster up the courage to officially end things. Your whole life was intertwined with his. You would lose your friends, home, and basically any semblance of dignity you had left.
He loved you, and you knew that.. And you couldn’t be so cruel as to leave him just because he was “boring”, so you learned to tolerate your life with him.
You were aware of how bad your crush had gotten on your coworker, which just added another layer of want under your discontent. You two hadn’t even formally met. He was just recently transferred to your branch, which meant you were now his boss.
It started with glances that lingered a bit too long, but had now evolved into frequent wet dreams and unprofessional thoughts. It was beginning to become something you couldn’t ignore, which just led to you trying to avoid him all together.
Though you were technically supposed to be managing his projects, you were normally out of the office taking trips to meet potential clients. So your job accommodates your both embarrassing and inappropriate crush at least..
You snapped out of your thoughts and responded to your husband with a coy laugh. “Do you think it’s too much?”
“No, no! Let’s go inside.”
You made your way to the company table, packed with a small group of your colleagues. Two empty seats were open, saved for you and your husband. You took a seat and he joined you at your left. At your right was -speak of the devil- your hot coworker.
Hot coworker.
Your gaze met him just as soon as you turned your head. It was the first time you were able to get a good look at him, and a lump formed in your throat once realizing how close your proximity was. He was tall, and you knew that, but now he was practically towering over you, even when the both of you were seated. Total upgrade from your below-average-height husband, who stood just at the same height as you.
And his hair; a crimson mullet, the same shade as the dangly cherry-esque earrings he wore. He reminded you of the 80s rockstars you saw on MTV in high school that you’d always crush on. His head turned suddenly to face you, revealing deep-set purple eyes you hadn’t taken the time to notice before.
“Well, look who it is.” He held a tall glass of champagne in one hand. "I don't think we've met each other yet." His other hand outstretched to meet yours with a cordially firm-very firm-handshake. “My name is Noriaki Kakyoin. I recall seeing you in passing at the office.”
The lump in your throat only tightened; you couldn’t help but grow hot. You fumbled for a second, barely getting your name out before giving him a smile.
You go to look at your husband next to you, hoping he will remind you of what NOT to do, only to find that he was gone. You looked up, seeing him on the other side of the room getting a drink at the bar.
You look back at your coworker, praying that you can calm your nerves and avoid completely embarrassing yourself.
“Yes, I um… our workrooms are next to each other. My… husband, he has the one in between us.” Apprehensively, you hated having to talk about your husband; it felt worse that you had to reveal you were married to Kakyoin. Even just the two of you conversing -your first interaction with each other- was far more pleasurable than any date he'd taken you on before.
“I’m aware.” You lifted your head to look back up at him, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve spoken to him quite a few times.” Kakyoin took a reserved sip from his glass. “No offense, he really isn’t too fascinating.”
You wanted so badly to agree, but you were in guilts grasp, and you couldn’t get one word out. You knew you were probably supposed to scold him for saying something so out of order to his boss, but you chose the safest option and kept silent.
His eyes widened. “Wait, that was rude of me to say.” He followed with a short laugh. ”Don’t take that the wrong way or anything.” It was good you both were on the same page about your husband; you felt yourself loosening up.
You scoffed lightly. “It’s fine! I won't tell him anything." You motioned you'd 'keep your lips shut' and drank some of your champagne, taking the opportunity to chat up about how dull your husband was even at the house. A few drinks in later and you’d unashamedly slipped in a comment about how ‘dull’ he was in bed too.
You and Kakyoin fondly talked and drank the night away, not even noticing that hours had passed and most people had already gone home. You hadn’t noticed that your husband had left long ago. In your realization, you dialed him too many times to count with no answer. As you slipped your coat on, you wondered how you’d go home, or where’d you even be going.
“Where is he?” Kakyoin, now just as tipsy and bordering on drunk as you were, was just about to say his goodbyes and leave before taking notice of your sudden dilemma. “Your husband.. He didn’t answer your calls?”
“I could just call a cab home.” Grasping your purse and sighing, you turned to go before feeling a stiff grip closing on your arm, stopping you in your tracks.
“No. I'll call one for the both of us. You might not be able to find another so late at night.” Kakyoin cleared his throat slightly. “It’ll be safer anyways, with me.”
You turned back to him and bit your lip, weighing your options for a moment. You could try to get a cab, maybe walk home, or be driven home with the sexiest man you’ve met in years. All the choices you had were dangerous, just in different ways. How would your husband feel if he found out? You saw a small smirk tug on the redhead’s lips, and all thoughts of your husband faded away.
“Sure… Why not?”
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The ride was short but not free of intoxicated jabber and the two of you getting quite touchy for two people who just met that night. Kakyoin arrived at his stop, stumbling out of the car once you both said your goodbyes. Just as the cab had started to leave, he motioned for you to roll down the window.
“Hey! You know the champagne they had at dinner? I have a bottle of the same brand.” Kakyoin hissed before motioning to the door of his building. “Come up, why don’t you? I need some help finishing it.”
Was he inviting you into his apartment? A married woman? You knew it was wrong, and how much of a scandal it would be if anyone found out, but before your mind could even register the risk the words came out of your mouth.
“Oh, I’d love to!”
You get out of the car, drunkenly following him into the building. The whole elevator ride up was full of laughter, you couldn’t tell if you were just drunk, or if he was the funniest man you’d ever met. Maybe both. On account of the fact that you both were very drunk, you didn’t trust either of the two of you to properly pour out a glass of anything, let alone crazy expensive champagne. So it was only customary to drink straight from the bottle.
You two situate yourselves on the couch, not bothering to make any appropriate distance between the two of you. Kakyoin had grown quite fond of you and didn’t mind being touchy at all (as you discovered yourself during the cab ride.) The sober part of you would know this was wrong, but your logic was nowhere to be found at the moment. His hand rested on your thigh, his fingers making small circles on the flesh now exposed by the riding up of your dress. You continued basking in his warmth as you talked about anything that came to mind.
“I don’t understand why we didn’t talk sooner.” You smiled coyly at him, almost fawning. “I didn’t expect you to be so charming.”
He took your comment as an invitation to move closer to you, closing off the distance further.
“Oh yeah?”
He moves and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you in just enough to feel the tip of his nose against yours. “I think..” He turned you fully towards him, shifting his weight onto you to lay you down on the couch. “.. I want to get rid of this.” Kakyoin brushed a finger below your dress strap, sliding it down to your shoulder.
“Yeah.. let’s take that off.” His voice was low and enveloped with the rich scent of alcohol, the type that etched your neck and lingered for days. ”I want to get to know you more.” A shaky exhale left your mouth, taking his boldness as an invitation to grasp at his shirt with intoxicated hands in an attempt to unbutton it. The bottom two were the only ones you could successfully unclasp before you felt his lips begin to graze yours.
Kakyoin’s drunkenness led him to miss your mouth a few times before your lips could connect properly and allow for a messy kiss. You were under his guidance; his tongue steered yours, matching the slow pace of his hand toying with your dress, sloppily pulling it low enough to reveal your breasts.
He moved his head, leaving your mouths connected with nothing but a string of saliva. He gazed down to marvel at the black-lace bra wrapped around your chest, eyes widening. Letting out an affectionate groan, he cupped the side of your boob with his free hand. “You’re so hot.. So fucking beautiful.” Kakyoin paused to lean in and hastily give you another sloppy kiss. He pressed his palm up against your breast in passion. “You have such a hot body. Your husband is so lucky.” Every word out of his mouth sent lightning to your core, the wet spot in your underwear getting damper quicker than you thought possible. Suddenly, every piece of clothing on you began to feel too tight.
No thought or even any mention of your husband could snap you out of your daze. You melted under his touch as he continued lightly fondling your breasts after pulling you into another long kiss. “You have perfect tits..” His words were slightly muffled as he traced pecks down your neck and to your chest, licking over the exposed skin.
He sat up shortly after to unbutton the rest of his shirt, revealing a defined set of pecs that sat above chiseled abs, all which had been hidden underneath. You took your time to feel up on them, running your index up and down the curves.
“Wow.. Do you workout at all?”
Kakyoin jokingly flexed, forcing a light giggle out of you.
He ran a hand on your back, setting the other behind your head and pulling you back up and on top of him. The rest of your dress fell down to your waist. He was sitting up, his back resting against the cushions with you straddling him. You could very clearly feel the bulge straining from under his pants, and as you rubbed against him you could tell how big it was.
He groaned against your mouth, the feeling of you thrusting against him making him short of breath. All he could muster out was an exasperated groan.
“You’re good at this.. fuck.. fuck. You’re really good at this.”
You leaned back down and continued kissing him. The farther your tongues intertwined, the harder your movements got. You started undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, exposing his boxers. You may have been drunk, but you knew not to go there. Having sex would severely overcomplicate things, and even being as out of it as you were, the thought of your husband still lingered in the back of your mind. As you started to grind on his bulge, he dipped down to your neck, sucking and kissing every spot he could reach. You ran your hands through his hair, moaning out his name as the wet spot in your panties grew.
The grinding had evolved into humping, and the continued friction quickly pushed you to the edge. You came hard. Harder than you ever have from just dry humping alone. A gasp left your throat, the grip on his hair instinctively tightening itself as you rode out the rest of your orgasm, never ceasing your movement on his clothed erection. The smell of sex hung in the air, making it even harder to fully resist the man below you. Before you could reconsider the aforementioned complications, the next words out of his mouth saved you from the possibility.
“Shit… I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum..”
He groaned into your neck, his hips stuttering before suddenly jolting back as he came in his underwear. You both sat for a moment to catch a breather. Your eyes traced down his body, lingering for a moment too long on the small trail of hair leading under his waistband and the movement of his muscles as he huffed. You then move your gaze to his face, admiring his fucked out expression and flushed cheeks. He looks back up at you, a look of relief in his eyes.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
You immediately nodded, the satisfaction from your previous orgasm making you forget any previous commitments you may have had the following morning.. Including the man you married.
“Yeah.. I’d like that.”
He picked you up bridal style, laughing as he carried you to his bedroom.
It didn’t look out of the ordinary, safe for the fact that he seemed to have an odd taste in design. There were a few posters hung neatly on his wall of video games you had heard of, but didn’t quite recognize. Your attention shifted over to the rather large computer that sat at his desk; it looked like a gaming PC. Next to it was a headset placed on the top of a stack of comic books. After further observation, he seemed like a nerd. You didn’t expect that from someone like him.
He lent you some severely oversized pajamas for the night that you quickly changed into, turning away from him to reserve a bit of decency. Shortly after, the both of you climbed into bed. You drifted to sleep in his large arms, head still spinning from the night out (and in) you had.
"Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" Part 2 - Hol Horse x Reader x Polnareff (18+)
Summary: After continuous coldness from Polnareff, you return to the bar to drink your worries away. Once there, you are given a way to finally prove your loyalty to the crusader's cause.
Tags: Hol Horse, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Smut, Threesome, Blowjobs, dirty talk, smoking, drunk sex, gun play, cunnilingus, creampie, AFAB reader, P in V, Unprotected Sex 18+
Words: 4.4k
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“Are you up?”
You shifted around in your bed as you began to wake up, your eyes opening to reveal Polnareff standing above you with a disapproving look on his face… No different than usual. You close your eyes for a moment, partly because of the headache shooting through your skull, though mostly because of the memories from the night prior washing over you.
“Sorry.” You sat up, rubbing the side of your head. “What time is it?”
“11 AM. Its fine, looks like we’ll have to stay here for another day anyway. Our flight got cancelled.”
What a relief. It didn’t sound like he was that upset. You would’ve expected him to be a bit colder like he had been to you recently.
His scornful look proved you wrong. “You know, you missed breakfast. Joseph sent me up here to tell you we’re having lunch.”
You sighed. “Tell everyone I’ll be down in a minute.”
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A couple minutes later, you are gathered with the rest of the crusaders eating lunch in the hotel dining hall. Everyone is being fairly normal, only slightly teasing you for sleeping in so late. You laugh it off, happy that no one seemed to be questioning why.
As everyone is conversing, Polnareff turns to you. What could he be pressing you about now?
“So.. wanna tell me who you were out with that late last night?”
This caught everyone’s attention; the group exchanged glances and looked at you expectantly. In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to run away and avoid the awkward exchange you knew was coming. You are well aware that you’re not a good liar.
Your eyes widened as a rock-hard lump formed in your throat. “What are you talking about?” You pursed your lips together. You didn’t want the group possibly knowing that you were sleeping with strange cowboys in a foreign country. You couldn’t deal with the potential scolding for how irresponsible you were, not only that, but you knew how much work it had taken to gain their trust. You couldn’t risk losing that. How the hell did he know you were with someone anyway? You were sure he was asleep.
Kakyoin raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said you’d be by yourself at the bar.”
There’s no way this is how they find out.
“I was alone..” The nervous look splayed on your face seemed to say otherwise.
Polnareff laughed and shook his head. “Nope! You were definitely with someone.” There’s no way he really knows. Did he hear us going through the hall?
By this point, everyone’s full focus was on you. Your mind raced for an answer as you prayed for some sort of miracle to get everyone to leave. As if your prayers were answered, there was a commotion of tables crashing down the hall; it must’ve been Iggy fucking shit up again. The group got up to go deal with it, safe for Polnareff. Now it was just you two.
“I told you, I was by myself.” Attempting to dismiss his prying, you had begun to lift yourself up to leave before his hand grasped your thigh tightly, pushing it back onto your chair.
“I asked you a question, non? Don’t make me repeat myself.”
His serious tone made you shudder out of nervousness, or maybe out of arousal. The tight grip he had on your thigh was sending heat down to your core. You couldn’t help but think sometimes that maybe he hated you because he wanted you, despite who you used to be. Though this seemed to be more of a delusion.. You had seen how he was with other attractive women, and he was nothing short of a romantic.
You knew you wanted him, even though when he talked to you he seemed perpetually disinterested. You saw the guy he was, when he was talking to the other crusaders. He was charming, kind, and funny. You didn’t understand why he couldn’t be that way with you. You knew it was possible, he had let slip a joke or two to you before, but nothing beyond that.
Despite all the thoughts swirling through your mind, you quickly get it together and let out a frustrated sigh. “What do you care? You’ve been a dick to me this entire trip.”
Before he could get an answer out, you pushed his hand off of your thigh and stood up hastily, storming out of the dining hall and rushing back to your room. As soon as you walked in, you flopped down face-first onto your pillow and groaned. Just your luck that Polnareff somehow managed to catch you out that late; with a man of all people. The day had just started, and you already wanted it to be over.
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You lifted your head up from your pillow, only to see that it was… around six PM? Dusk had started to creep in, telling from the slight darkness outside. You must’ve fallen asleep as soon as you hit the bed; not surprising considering you were pretty exhausted from being out all night. A rattling at the door motioned you to look over.
Polnareff poked his head through the crack and looked over at you. “We’re about to have dinner if you want to come.”
You glared at him before throwing your face back into your pillow, signaling a clear ‘no.’
“Okay..” He huffed and shut the door behind him as he left.
A couple minutes passed and you decided that the crusaders must’ve been gone by now. You throw on some more presentable clothing and leave to go get a drink at the bar, hoping that a couple drinks would wash away your lingering embarrassment from that afternoon.
You walked into the bar, suddenly caught off guard at the scene of two men conversing and laughing over drinks. Upon further examination, you could see it was Polnareff and…
Hol Horse.
What the hell were they doing together? Wasn’t Polnareff going to dinner with the others? Whatever; what mattered was getting past without calling attention to yourself. Maybe they wouldn’t notice you if you turned around fast enough.
“Funny to see you ‘round here.” Shit. You froze and, by complete instinct, turned around and met Hol’s gaze, his eye winking at you playfully. “Had a great time with you last night.. I was hoping I’d see you again, little lady.”
Oh my God.
Polnareff looked over at Hol Horse and back at you, narrowing his eyes. “You two know each other?”
This made Hol Horse turn back to Polnareff as he lifted his hand up and pointed at you with his thumb. “You recognize her?”
What the fuck was going on?
Polnareff answered for you. “Oui. She’s the girl I was talking to you about. She’s been traveling with us for the past few weeks.” He was talking about you?
Hol let out a laugh. “That’s my bad. Shouldn’t have been foolin’ around with one of your folks.”
Just after saying that, Hol Horse looked to you and saw the glare you were giving Polnareff, he then began to put two-and-two together and realized he must’ve been the guy you were complaining about last night. His eyes widened and a smirk was painted across his face as he looked between the two of you.
In the midst of all this, it hit you that you should really get out of here. “I think I should go. You two have fun, though!”
Before you could start to leave, Polnareff called out to you. “ Why don’t you stay and have a couple of drinks with us? We wouldn’t mind the company.” He sneered; it was obvious he was trying to torture you.
You reluctantly sat down in the stool between them as Hol Horse slid you his drink. With some hesitation, you took a few sips.
A couple hours passed as awkward conversations turned into drunken mumbling. Both of them had grown pretty comfortable interacting with you; especially physically. A brief moment of quiet entered the space as you sat, head being barely held up by your arms before Hol horse breaks the silence and begins stuttering out a question, his own drunkenness being apparent through his words.
“So… What’s the issue with you two?”
You hazily look at Polnareff. “I don’t even really know..” You pause to hiccup. ”Why don’t you tell me?”
Polnareff’s eyes turn to yours, seemingly surprised by your bold question. “Oh, s’il te plait. You know why. You can’t be trusted. You’re just lucky that the other guys fell for your act.. Wearing those cute little skirts and acting all innocent.”
Polnareff’s serious tone makes you roll your eyes. Who does he think he is? It’s not like you haven’t proved your allegiance to the rest of the crusaders about fifty times already..
Your eyes narrow as a grin appears across your face. “Or are you jealous I’m fucking other guys? It really sounds like you are.”
You hear a long whistle from Hol Horse as things between everyone starts to get tense. Polnareff smirks to himself before muttering under his breath,” Ouais d'accord.” He pauses to tap the ash off of his cigarette before turning to you. “It’s not like any of them would be competition.”
Hol Horse quickly turns his head, surprised at the gall of the French man before him. “You think I’m not competition?”
You turn your head back and forth between the two as they start bickering, a small part of you satisfied that they are fighting over you. In your bliss, you had tuned most of what they were saying until they turned back to you.
“Well, what do you think? Who’s better in bed?” Hol pressed as he laid his hand on the small of your back, obviously trying his best to be persuasive.
Obviously not thinking about what you were saying, you shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve only fucked you. If Polnareff actually had the balls to fuck me, maybe I’d know.”
The two men look at each other, a strange look of understanding in their eyes that you can’t quite understand. Polnareff looks down at you, the mischievous glint in his eye sending a shiver down your spine.
“Why don’t we find out, mon cher?”
His hand tightly gripped yours as he lifted you up off your seat, leading you and Hol back to your room. As you all were making your way through the halls, realization broke you out of your drunken euphoria.
You were about to get the gun and the sword.
Although you were being broken out of your inebriated state, it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming excitement and horniness. Before you knew it, you all made it inside your shared room. Both men were now looking down at you. Polnareff’s steely gaze made you gulp in anticipation.
“Bande. Strip.”
You look over at Hol Horse, who is now watching you closely, taking a puff of his cigarette as he rakes his eyes over your form. You couldn’t help but be surprised at Polnareff’s demanding tone. Throughout this trip you haven’t heard much else besides irritation when he speaks to you. Though, there's no denying that it turned you on.
You turn your attention back to him, slowly ridding yourself of your shirt. Hol had already started to inch toward you putting out his cigarette on the nearby ashtray. He undoes your bra for you from behind, goosebumps rise on your skin with every brush of his hands. His hands traveled toward your front and shifted your bra down onto the floor, revealing your bare chest.
“Why don’t you come a bit closer? Sit in my lap.”
Hol horse moves back to sit on the edge of the bed, hitting his hand on his thigh as he beckons you over.
You did as you were told and laid yourself back onto him. Polnareff, now on his knees and facing your front, grabbed the ends of your skirt to pull it off. You lifted your legs up to assist with the process, quivering slightly as your garment made its way past your ankles and onto the floor.
Hol’s hands traveled around your body before meeting at the cusps of your breast, cupping them in his hands as his fingers rubbed your now hardened nipples. The sensation forced a soft whine out of you.
You felt Polnareff settling his hand on the underside of your leg, slowly raising it as he kisses up your body, traveling all the way to your inner thigh. The farther up he travels, the wetter you feel yourself getting. His hand finally meets the fabric of your panties, wrapping around them and pulling them off smoothly.
You start to feel a bit exposed, now becoming hyper-aware of the attention on you. You go to close your legs, but are quickly stopped by Polnareff’s strong grip.
Looks like he sensed your unease. “Is something wrong? Did you change your mind?”
Polnareff’s sudden softness towards you makes you blush. Although you certainly weren’t expecting a threesome tonight, you really couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. The circles Hol was tracing on your breasts were convincing enough.
You bite your lip as you spread your legs out. “Aren’t you going to fuck me already?”
The playful tone in your voice was enough invitation for his thick fingers to travel down towards your cunt, the slickness of it making it more than easy for them to enter. You lean back into Hol horse, letting out a soft moan as Polnareff slowly fingerfucks you.
You feel a bulge forming under your thigh. You grind down onto Hol Horse, feeling him stiffen under you. Just as you were thinking things couldn’t get better than this, you feel Polnareff’s tongue flick at your clit.
You let out a loud whine, bringing a hand to the back of his head as you push him closer to your folds. Each drag of his fingers paired with his mouth bringing you closer to your orgasm.
You turn your head, connecting your lips with Hol Horse’s as you sloppily make out, tongues entangling as you savor the taste of cigarettes and whiskey from his mouth.
After the man below you hits an especially good spot with his fingers, you feel yourself coming undone, trembling from the waves of pleasure coursing through you. You get a moment of rest, but before you know it, you are being maneuvered onto the bed on your hands and knees. Hol Horse walks around the bed, climbing on and resting on his knees in front of you.
You stare at the very obvious strain in his pants for a moment until you are snapped out of your trance, the feeling of Polnareff settling behind you causing you to whip your head back. You see him unzipping his pants, reaching inside his boxers to pull out his erection. You can’t see it quite well from this angle, but the heaviness of it now resting on your ass alerts you of how big it really is.
You look back, coming face to face with Hol Horse’s whole horse. You lean forward, giving his tip small teasing licks as you look up at him coyly. He lets out a low groan. You feel the head of Polnareff’s cock teasing your hole, intensifying your lust as you lick a long stripe along the vein of Hol’s long dick.
You suddenly feel Polnareff’s member entering you, the stretch of it inside of you forcing you to let out a long moan.
As Polnareff begins finding a steady rhythm, you gradually take Hol’s member into your mouth. The soft grunts from both Polnareff and Hol horse spur you on as you take him deeper in your mouth, doing your best not to gag at the sheer size of the cowboy.
“Come on, baby.” he teased. “I know you can do better than that.”
You bring one hand up, using it to stroke the parts of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Hol Horse lets out a deep groan, bringing his hands to the back of your head as he fucks himself into your mouth. You were rocking back and forth between Polnareff and Hol Horse’s dick.
You suddenly feel a hard smack to your ass, which Polnareff punctuates with an especially hard thrust. You disconnect from Hol Horse’s cock for a moment and let out a long whine.
You took a moment to catch your breath to speak. “I expected you to be more passionate.”
“Je suis. But, you said I didn’t have the balls to fuck you earlier. I’m just proving you wrong, miel.”
Taken aback by his snarky comment, you let out an irritated huff. There isn’t a chance for you to respond before Polnareff smacks your ass again, definitely leaving a handprint this time around. Despite this being the first time you’ve ever had a man (or two) this rough with you, you couldn’t deny that it was a bit of a turn on.
You jerk Hol off for a moment before wrapping your lips back around his cock, coaxing him to let out a low moan as you take it deeper than you had previously, determined to pleasure the cowboy.
As the thrusting inside of you progressively became faster, your core coincidingly grew weaker and shook as you struggled to maintain the doggy-style position you were in. There was a sudden and powerful drive behind you that propelled you forward without warning, coercing you to attempt to take Hol’s entire dick in your mouth. Your eyes widened and, in your shock, your core collapsed.
You were able to maintain keeping your ass in the air, but the rest of your upper body had flopped down, promptly meeting the bed. Hol Horse’s member slid out of your mouth with a firm pop as your head fell. Polnareff paused his thrusts accordingly and pulled out, driving a soft whimper out of you.
With Hol still towering over you, you lifted your head up to look at him, expecting to see a satisfied grin on his face. Instead, you were met with a rather disappointed expression.
“Look at you, knocked out already.”
You wanted to protest against his smug comment, but you only had the energy to let out a gentle groan. Hol Horse pulled you up and sat you down on the bed, scooting towards you and resting a hand on your thigh.
“Vous savez,” Polnareff spoke to Hol as he bounded closer to you. “She probably got sick of having your gross bitte in her mouth. I don’t blame her.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his ridiculous note. Come to think of it, it did have a rather unique taste.
Hol Horse rolled his eyes. “You were barely puttin’ in any work back there, you were probably borin’ the poor girl to death.” He glanced over at you, expecting some sort of validation.
Instead, you sneered and sat up on your knees, shifting your focus to Polnareff, beckoning him over to sit on your opposite side. You glide your arm around Polnareff, bringing his mouth to yours as you begin slipping your tongue into his mouth. Hol horse leans in, licking and sucking on your neck while rubbing circles on your thigh.
You disconnect from Polnareff, a small trail of saliva connecting the two of you while you lean in to kiss Hol Horse. Eventually, you lean in the middle of the two, allowing Polnareff space to lick into your mouth as Hol Horse is. You draw back slightly, and let the two men swap spit with each other. You bring your hand down to your folds, rubbing circles on your clit as you watch the two make out.
You lean back, bringing the two down with you as you rest your head against the pillow. Polnareff’s hand snakes up your thigh, replacing your hand with his as he switches between ravelling his tongue with you and the cowboy beside you.
You suddenly hear Hol Horse move, situating himself between your legs. Polnareff sits back up on his knees, his still rock hard cock now glistening right in front of your face. The juice on the tip, which was a combination of both of your fluids, dripped onto your face as it hovered above you.
Hol took the opportunity to forcefully jam two fingers up inside of your pussy. The sudden gesture compelled you to cock your head back and release a moan as waves of pleasure matched the strokes inside of you rhythmically. This harmony of bliss called attention to another sudden pressure in your clit, one that was rather cold and… metallic.
You look down to find Hol Horse with both hands between your legs, one fingering you while the other holds his gun against your aching clit.
Oh. My. God. Was he really using his gun to fuck you right now? More importantly, why were you into it?
“Bet you ain’t never had anything like this up there, huh?” He teasingly nudges it against the bundle of nerves, causing you to arch forward into it, wordlessly begging for more. Before you can resort to using your words, Polnareff lowers his cock against your lips, and you eagerly take him into your mouth. He finally takes his dampened shirt off, his sweat making it stick to his bulging muscles slightly.
Hol Horse withdraws his fingers, leaving you disappointed for a moment until you feel his dick notched at your entrance. You rub yourself against him in excitement, the feeling of his cold gun sliding on your clit acting as a bonus. He finally begins slowly sliding into you, being much more deliberate and slow with his movements compared to Polnareff.
As they continue experimenting with new ways to pleasure you, only now do you begin to realize that they’ve dictated you as the judge of their competition of who fucks the best. It’s a little flattering being in the middle of their rivalry.
You take Polnareff’s dick as deeply as humanly possible into your mouth, your nose rubbing against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. You are determined to prove yourself to him in one way or another. He lets out a hiss while gently caressing the side of your face.
Hol Horse continues his passionate thrusts, hitting your G spot every time. As you feel yourself getting closer, his hips begin stuttering and that’s enough indication that he is close as well. Eventually with the stimulation of both his cock and gun, your orgasm comes crashing into you, leaving you whining around Polnareff’s dick. The vibrations of your noises around him bring him closer to the edge as he roughly brings his head to the back of your head, thrusting himself into your mouth until you feel his cum begin spurting down your throat.
Just as Polnareff cums, Hol Horse lets out a guttural moan and gives you one final thrust before releasing inside of you.
The two men lay down next to you, and you all sit for a moment; the only sound in the room being everyone catching their breath.
You reluctantly sit up, running to the bathroom to clean off the cum now dripping out of you. The saying goes that ‘the gun is mightier than the sword,’ but after all that, it was hard for you to tell if the saying was true.
When you return, the men are sharing a lit cigarette. Hol Horse brings his hand to the bed, as if he was calling you to come lay between them. You climb onto the bed, resting your head on Polnareff’s chest while Hol spoons you. You all wordlessly close your eyes, drifting to sleep.
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The morning comes and you groggily open your eyes. Hol Horse and Polnareff are both still asleep, softly snoring and sprawled out on the bed. Before you can enjoy the sight in front of you for much longer, you hear a knock at the door.
“You two coming?! We’re heading out to get breakfast!”
Mr. Joestar. Fuck.
You knew you couldn’t let him, or any of the crusaders, see Hol Horse leaving your room. You shake Polnareff awake, pointing towards the door to try to silently explain what was happening. He shrugs at you for a moment, not knowing what to say before awkwardly yelling, “You guys just go without us! We’ll meet you there!”
The yelling seems to have awoken Hol Horse as he slowly sits up, rubbing his eyes as he adjusts to the sunlight in the room. You all hastily get up and get dressed silently, not wanting anyone to get concerned about how long you’re taking.
You open the hotel room door, peeking out to make sure no one is out there. You turn back around, facing the tall men similarly to how you were the night prior. You give Hol Horse a long kiss, whispering your goodbyes as he inconspicuously runs back to his room.
You and Polnareff walk to the dining hall. Not many words are exchanged; neither of you know exactly what to say concerning everything that happened. Though he’s silent, you can’t help but lightly smile as he lets his hand graze yours. For once you don’t feel ridiculed by the French man. You two seem to have a new understanding.
As you both took a seat with the rest of the crusaders, they panned their attention to the two of you. You didn’t notice prior to leaving your room, but you both look a mess. You notice the light hickeys trailed up your chest and you move your shirt up, hoping no one noticed.
Once you sit down everyone goes back to talking, what a relief. Avdol suddenly cuts into the conversation, sighing out,” I barely got any sleep last night. All night there was this mysterious banging against the wall. Did you guys hear it too?”
Joseph laughs knowingly, eyes flicking between you and Polnareff before responding.
“Lots of groans too.. Hopefully someone didn’t get hurt.”
Both you and Polnareff laugh awkwardly, doing a horrible job at trying to act dumb, though no one seems to bat an eye.
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The day goes on as you all pack your things, making your way to the airport. Polnareff opts to sit next to you on the plane, much to everyone’s surprise. As the plane takes off, you look out onto the town, getting smaller and smaller the farther you get. Although you will miss your southern lover, something tells you you’ll be seeing him again.
Summary: When you accidentally send out an undercooked dish, your boss does you one better and shows you something really raw.
Tags: Smut, Gordon Ramsay, Degredation kink, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Backshots
Words: 580
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"This salmon’s fucking raw!”
Never would you think that you’d be receiving backshots in the kitchen of the Michelin-star restaurant you chefed at. Especially by the owner, who was none other than the renowned TV-star Gordon Ramsey.
You had fucked up that night.. Big time. You accidentally sent out a partially undercooked dish to one of the most infamous food critics in the city, and Gordon had no problem setting you straight.
It was after hours and everyone had gone home to clean up, but Gordon insisted you stayed overtime to have a chat. You thought you’d be getting written up, fired even, but you didn’t suspect that this is how the night would progress.
You were bent over the cold stainless steel counter, your grip on the edge turning your fingers white. He was ramming into you, shaking the whole counter to his rhythmic thrusts.
“I’m going to have to show you how to cook properly!” Gordon’s thick British accent shook you to your core. “Turn around. Come on, show me your willy!”
“Yes Chef..” You had no choice but to give in to his demands as he flipped you over and guided your legs over his shoulders. Gordon rested his tip at the entrance of your lips, coercing you to whine.
The soft noise that came out of you was enough for him to begin working into you as if he were tenderizing one of his fine chicken breasts. You melted at the feeling of his warm willy inside of you, your bliss snapping into a sudden shock as you realized the situation you were in. Your boss was fucking you on the kitchen counter.
“Gordon! Are you sure we should be doing.. This? Where we prepare food for our customers?”
Your sudden panic didn’t stop Gordon; in fact, his thrusts grew even more powerful with each push inside you.
“My Gran can do better! And she’s dead!” In one powerful shove, his member nested itself fully inside of you. You yelped as your legs gave in.
“I think pressure’s healthy and very few can handle it.” Gordon’s comments only made it harder for your hunger for him to be satiated.
You rest your back fully on the counter as he continues impaling you on his massive cock. A particularly sharp thrust causes you to swing your arm back, knocking over a pile of cutlery and plates resting on the drying rack.
The loud noise doesn’t seem to shake Gordon as he continues fucking you. He leans down, breathily whispering to you.
“Do you want someone to hear you? You want someone to see me putting a baby in you? A roast in your oven?”
You cupped your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stifle your moans. He was right; if anyone found out about this, both of your careers would be toast. You felt like you couldn’t hold on for much longer; lucky for you, Gordon seemed like he was about to finish.
“Now to garnish my work.”
His hips begin stuttering as he lets out a loud groan, releasing his white sauce into your pussy. The feeling of the warmth inside you pushes you to release one final yelp.
You both sit there for a moment, catching your breath before Gordon zips up his pants, looking at you coldly.
“You’re fired.”
He walks away, retreating into his office in the back of the restaurant as you sat there, fucked out in disbelief. Worth it!
Summary: With the crusaders' journey coming to an end, you realize that tonight may be your last opportunity to tell Polnareff how you truly feel.
Tags: Jean Pierre Polnareff, Smut, Cunnilingus, AFAB Reader, Slight angst, Cum Eating, Hand Job, fingering, P in V, begging, Slight Edging, Unprotected Sex, Praise
Words: 4.1k
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This was going to be your last night in Cairo; or at least you hoped it would be. Your fellow crusaders had finally found Dio’s hideout and were going to confront him come the next morning. You felt a nervousness bubbling up in your stomach, wondering if you would survive to see the next sunset. You looked out on the beautiful sunset before you, hands resting on the railing of your hotel balcony. Finally being able to welter in the quiet you so desperately needed, you sighed.
In the midst of your sentiments, you heard the door to your hotel room creak open. Your roommate must’ve returned. You turn, teary-eyed to see the Frenchman standing at the door, staring right back at you. You and Polnareff had grown close on this trip, practically inseparable. Though this was true, it seemed purely platonic. You wanted more, but feared the complication; and as of late, you’ve found yourself having to avoid him, not able to mask how badly you wanted to complicate your relationship with him.
There was no denying that he was hot. Painfully so.. You hoped deep down that he felt the same lust you had been harboring for him all this time, but it seemed as though the time was never right to admit your love for the man. Your own overthinking had sabotaged every chance you may have gotten. What if he has a girlfriend back in France? A wife even? Just the thought was incredibly disheartening.
You had sometimes wondered what would become of you two once this was all over. If you two were to make it out alive, that is. You couldn’t help but question if he wondered the same thing, were you in his thoughts when he imagined his future the same way he’s in yours?
Polnareff walks over, opening the sliding glass door and giving you a kind smile.
”Coucou. May I join you?”
You nod, sniffling and quickly wiping the tears forming in your eyes. You were embarrassed of your fear, everyone else seemed so… Ready. You wondered if they were content with the idea of dying, or were so confident that they somehow knew they wouldn’t. Safe to say, you didn’t have that same self assurance.
Polnareff approaches the ledge, hands resting on the fencing as he leaned his body weight against it, turning his head to look you in the eye. Though you tried to avoid eye contact, there was no denying that he could see right through you.
You sighed, voice riddled with melancholy. ”Polnareff…” You paused for a moment, taking your time to think about what you wanted to say.
”Are you scared?”
He averted his eyes from you for just a moment, letting out a deep exhale.
“Yeah.. in a way. C’est la vie.”
He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one and placing it into his mouth. The admission from him leaves you feeling bittersweet. It was nice to know he felt the same way, but somewhere inside you wished he was also as stupidly self assured as these other men were. You couldn’t accept the idea of him dying, and didn’t want to think that he may be accepting it either.
In an attempt to lighten the mood, you scoffed. “I wish you took the time to teach me French at some point.” You weren’t joking.
He simply smirked, offering up a small laugh and not much else. You closed your eyes for a moment, internally cursing yourself for asking him something so personal prior. Partially cursing him too, for giving you nothing to work with here. You pondered to yourself the reason; was he just looking for peace and quiet? Or was he being riddled with the same anxiety resting deep in your core?
Leaning back and perching your elbows on the cold metal, you pivoted to look at him with a smirk. “What are you gonna do after all this?” Though after the previous awkwardness, you didn't expect much of a response from him, you had secretly hoped he would say that he would whisk you away with him to France. Though it was a childish thought, you just wanted to hear that he felt this spark between you two as well.
Polnareff turned, partially emulating you as he leaned his back against the railing, one arm perched on the balcony while the other held his lit cigarette. He looked at you, the tension lifted ever so slightly with the question.
He finally spoke. ”I’ll probably return to France. Start a life of my own. A new one that I can be proud of. Vous savez?”
You couldn’t hide the slight disappointment in your features, not hearing the words you had been longing to have hit your ear since you met Polnareff. You went to speak, but was cut off when he continued.
”What about you, cherie? What’s your plan?” Your face flushed a bit. You loved it when he called you that.
You take a moment to think before responding. “I don’t know. Go home, get married, do all the life stuff.” You were aware your answer didn’t seem confident, you weren’t sure you could’ve mustered up something better if you tried. Polnareff laughs for a moment, finding your lack of conviction relatable in a way. It’s hard to want to plan your future when it may only include the next day.
A dead silence filled the air, the only noise heard by you being the beating of your heart. The lifelessness in the air disturbed you, reminding you once again of the impending doom building within you. You looked at him, attempting to memorize every curve of his face. You couldn’t help but think that this could be the last time you’d ever get a clear look at the man.
You’re not sure how to classify it, but something about the softness in his eyes; the understanding you felt finally afforded to you for the first time in fifty days. It brings a tear to your eye, a single moment of relief washing over you as the knot in your stomach breaks; releasing every pent up emotion you harbored.
He looks over, almost surprised in a way. “Is everything okay?” Softly pushing himself off the railing, he moves himself directly ahead of you.
You stand up straight, looking up at him. His face makes the lump hang heavier in your throat. You choke up as you try your best to get your words out.
”What if this is the last opportunity we get? The last time we get to do… this?”
Your own words give you realization. Maybe this is the last opportunity you’ll have to tell him the truth. The last time you can share a tender moment with him. You weren’t sure you could give that up.
You take a moment, nervousness coursing through you, though outweighed by your love for the man in front of you. You get on your toes, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in to kiss you.
He doesn’t return the kiss at first. You immediately feel the overwhelming rejection and force yourself away. The new distance between your lips, although being just an inch, felt as if it extended a mile. As you begin taking your arms off of him, he grabs your hand, bringing it up to his face and whispering,
“No.. Attendez. Wait.” He pulls you back in and kisses you deeply, wasting no time intertwining his tongue with yours. Of course he went straight into a French kiss.
The taste of his red wine from the dinner prior crowded your mouth.
He smelled of cigarettes that clashed with the foreign cologne enveloped around his body; though off-putting on anyone else, on him it felt warm. Familiar.
His musk drove you crazy. You could only whimper as the kiss deepened, allowing him to take full control and guide your tongue. The embrace is sloppy and passionate, and it seems like he can’t get enough of you. He lowers himself, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he picks you up with ease, maintaining the kiss as he does so You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you inside, barely opening the sliding door before placing you on the bed.
He lets you go for a moment, a trail of spit connecting you until he stands up fully.
As he began to shed his shirt, your gaze swept over his body, noticing the trail of white hair leading down his pelvis. You clenched your thighs, knowing what was awaiting you underneath his now strained pants. He was fucking huge and it drove you mad.
His body was better than you could’ve dreamed. You craved to take your time, to feel every muscle lining his chest. You longed to know where he liked to be touched, how he liked it, you wanted to know what made him tick.
You make eye contact with him as he stares at you for a moment, a fleeting second of understanding between the two of you as you push yourself back, leaving him room to climb over you on the bed.
He sets his knees on the bed, resting between your thighs as you quickly wrap your legs around him, pulling him back down as your lips reconnect. There is a newfound gentleness to his movements. He groans as his lips move slowly in unison with yours as if to savor every second.
No matter how tight you held him, or how deeply you kissed him, you couldn’t shake the yearning in your heart to become closer, to become one. Though this was your dream ever since you joined the men on this journey, there was still a longing you felt in your core as your stomach formed a deep-seated pit that weighed your entire body down. Something about this moment felt too final like the end of the chapter instead of the beginning.
You broke the kiss, looking up at him as tears streamed down your face.
“Please.. I need you.”
Taken aback by your boldness, he quickly begins undoing his belt, slowly moving to shed the bottom half of his clothing. You take off your bra, having no reservations about showing yourself to him. Normally you would’ve done anything to elongate the moment, but you felt a sense of urgency that couldn’t be helped. You felt as if this could all be over in the blink of an eye, and you weren’t ready.
“Tu veux voir ma bite?”
You furrowed your brows, immediately taken out of the moment. “Huh?” With your limited knowledge of French, you tried to piece together whatever Polnareff just said to you. You knew that tu veux voir translated to ‘you want to see,’ and that ma meant ‘my.’ Surely he didn’t mean…
He laughed. “Desole. How do you say, um… cock?”
You gasped, a pale red flourishing across your cheeks. You were speechless, although you weren’t surprised he was cracking jokes. Before you could respond, he had already started to pull his pants down.
Polnareff couldn’t wait. He lunged rapaciously to slip off your shorts.
He lowered his tight boxers, letting his dick spring out. It was big; way bigger than you imagined it would be. The tip of it was already glazed with precum, some dripping onto your stomach as it hung over you. He was well-trimmed at the base, and it looked like the carpets matched the drapes.
You stared in anticipation, waiting for him to do or even say something. Looking back up to him, you swallowed.
His eyes met yours. “Do you have un preservatif? A condom?”
You bit your lip. “No preservatif.” You decided now was the best time to use your small vocabulary of French. “Dénudé, s'il te plait.”
Your response made him groan passionately. Looks like those mini French lessons were finally paying off.
He wasted no time angling the end of his girthy cock at your entrance and lowering himself onto you. Your thighs quivered as his tip rubbed your cunt, making you whine as it swelled. He cradled the side of your head in his hand, making eye contact with you.
“Ma cherie.. Where have you been all my life?”
He had started to slowly insert his member. At the same time, he worked his way around your neck with messy kisses. In a gentle rocking motion, he thrusted in and out of you. The dichotomy of his tender character and rough way of fucking was captivating, as weird as it was.
Polnareff’s dick was enormous. If seeing it wasn’t enough, feeling it confirmed it. You yelped each time he drove into you, as the sheen of your discharge on his cock cultivated the more he delved in you. The force of him heaving into you shook you around on the bed, leading you to run your hands through his hair and grasp at his roots for more support.
“Haah... please..” You could only utter so much in your exasperation. You just knew you needed more. Although he continued to work his way in and out of you, he paused his kisses and put his mouth directly to your ear.
“En français.”
His voice lowered itself to a sultry whisper that gave you shivers all over. At this point you were dazed, and your mind was scrambled just as much as your guts were. “Repeat after me. Veuillez donnez-moi plus.”
Was he really trying to give you a lesson on French in the middle of you two having sex? It was either you getting screwed so well or his charm that convinced you to go along with it.
“Veuillez… donnez-moi plus..”
Polnareff purred straightway into your ear. “Good pronunciation. Tres bien, cherie.” You could feel his cock growing harder and your pussy getting stretched further. You moaned in contentment as your tepid legs gave out to his disordered thrusts; you could feel yourself coming undone.
Your yelps only gave him more motivation to continue, as he had taken notice of your exhaustion and sneered, working his way into you with even more rigor. The only way you could communicate to him was through wearied moans as your body grew sore. “I’m close..”
“Say it in French. Repeat after me; je suis proche.”
Your hole was dripping at this point, and the further he loaded you up, the harder it was for you to hold on. You struggled to recite the phrase as you panted uncontrollably. “Je... Je suis proche..”
He backed away from your ear to face you again, slowing his thrusts to talk to you. “Quoi? I don’t think I heard you, ma douce.” He narrowed his eyes as his lips curled into a smile. You felt him pull out of you completely, the feeling of emptiness making you whimper before he filled you back up, plugging your hole with his thick fingers.
“I said I was about to come-” You were quickly cut off as he curled his fingers in you, coercing you to yelp.
“Pourquoi ne me supplies-tu pas?”
It was obvious he was trying to tease you. Since you were still very unfamiliar with French, you had no idea what he said. You furrowed your brows weakly in your maze, as if to signal for a translation.
Polnareff looked at you disapprovingly, deluded by your lack of understanding. He feigned disappointment and sighed.
“Beg.”
You were going to deny him, not letting him use the power he knew he had over you. Your resolve quickly shattered when his fingers hit a sweet spot inside of you, only to quickly withdraw when he heard you gasp.
“W-wait! Don’t stop!” You cried out.
Polnareff looks at you with a smirk, he’s obviously very proud of himself. “You know what to do. If you don’t want this, we can stop right now.” As if to punctuate the sentence, you felt his fingers teasing your entrance, barely grazing over your clit.
You arched into his hand to no avail. After a moment you swallowed your pride, desperation leaving your mind hazy; you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please...”
You sensed his finger shifting above your cunt, edging you even further. “I don’t think I heard you. Répéter?”
Your weak thighs jerked at his touch, your breath growing shaky in desperation. “Just let me cum already, Jean! Please!”
He groaned in satisfaction at your response. “Ma vie, you are so fucking sexy.”
In one sudden moment, his fingers jolted into you, prompting you to squeal. As he pumped his broad fingers in and out of your pussy, you grasped onto the bed sheets to keep yourself steady.
He suddenly rose, standing up from the bed leaving you empty and wanting. Before you had a moment to complain, you felt his rough hands grab your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. He rested your calves on top of his shoulders, putting him at eye level with your moist sex.
“You know, miel, it’s hard fucking you so passionately. I’m working up an appetite.” He smirked as he got on his knees, impelling you to quake in anticipation.
“Laisse-moi manger ta chatte.”
You watch him closely as he leans in, giving you a tantalizing lick from your opening to your clit. You shudder, your hands instinctually tangling themselves in his hair as you pull him impossibly closer as you try to give yourself the release he has so far denied you. His tongue worked its way inside of you as his lips collided with yours. He was french-kissing your pussy.
Sinking deeper into your pleasure, you whined. He was a messy kisser on both pairs of lips. Each kiss and suck brought you closer to your climax. Your core contracted as you tried your hardest to hold yourself back. His hands worked their way around your body, gripping your sides as if to pressure you to cum faster.
The only way you could communicate was through breathy whispers. “I’m about… I’m about to cum..”
You hit your limit and gave out completely. You felt your pussy flutter as pleasure washed over you. He retracted his tongue from inside you, using it to lick around the edges of your hole.
He gets up, moving to get back on top of you. As he rises, you partially sit up as well, sharing a messy kiss with him. It felt so good to reunite with his lips again, the familiar taste of cigarettes and red wine meeting in your mouth like before. Just as your hand had begun to reach down towards his cock, you hear a knock at the door. Immediately, you recognize the voices of your comrades outside, Joseph and Avdol.
“Hey we’re headed off to bed.. Just wondering if you guys are good before we hit the hay!” Joseph’s voice rang out.
You quickly disconnect from him, becoming suddenly hyper aware of your own nudity. “Gaah!” You hop up from the bed, throwing him a robe before running into the bathroom in your haste. In his panic, Polnareff slovenly puts the robe on, taking no time to run to the door and answer.
“Quoi? What’s the issue?”
Polnareff looked insane; his hair was a mess and he was sweaty all over. His face was a blushing red. Joseph and Avdol looked at each other in awkward silence, taking note of his disheveled appearance. Avdol turned back to Polnareff and narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Avdol scanned his face, eyeing an odd substance that dribbled from his mouth down to his chin. “What the hell is that on your mouth?”
It took Polnareff a moment to realize what he was referring to. His eyes widened as he promptly wiped the ‘matter’ off of his mouth, his mind racing to come up with an excuse.
“YOGURT. I was eating yogurt.”
Joseph pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Why don’t you stop bullshitting and go to bed already? We have a long day ahead of us.” He stuck his head into the room slightly and gazed around. “Where’s your lady-friend, anyway?” He asked teasingly.
There wasn’t much time for Joseph to get a good look before Polnareff had started to force the door closed. “Looks like it’s time for us to sleep! Bonne nuit!” Before Joseph or Avdol could say anything more, the door shut completely.
Polnareff sighed in relief and signaled for you to leave the bathroom. You made your way back to the bed, sitting up against the headboard as you waited for him. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself after hearing what had happened.
“Yogurt? Really?” You teased, laying down fully on the bed as he slipped off his robe and walked back towards you.
He scoffed as he climbed up onto the bed and kneeled over you. “Chut! As if you could come up with anything better.”
He took your comparatively soft hands and placed them over his huge cock, which dangled over you. He had started to guide your hands up and down his member in a stroking motion.
“Why don’t you tell me what it looks like?”
You came to the realization that he hadn’t ejaculated yet. What a gentleman for letting you finish first. He was already leaking from his tip and onto your breasts, dribbling down to your stomach. You whimpered softly at the warm sensation.
He took his hand off yours, allowing you to take full control. You continued sliding your hands up and down his dick as your pumps grew faster. Polnareff’s breaths grew shaky, as his head reeled back in bliss.
Now it was your turn to tease him. You halted your strokes suddenly,
In his desperation, he had begun whining. “Non.. don’t stop.”
You looked up at him with jesting eyes, mocking his jeering from before. “Why don’t you beg me? Mendier?”
“Fuck... s'il te plaît..” Polnareff huffed as your grip grew tighter, your fingers staying wrapped around his girth. This only made him fuss more, and his cock grow harder.
You bit your lip. “Tres bien.”
Satisfied with his response, you continued jerking him off as his precum lightly coated your fingers; he was nearing his climax. You were growing excited, as your pace accelerated.
After a number of tugs, he groaned, signaling his finish. Before you could react or move, he ejaculated all over your face. You were now covered head-to-waist in his semen, leaving a luster that coated your body.
Your jaw dropped as you processed what just happened. Looking up to Polnareff, he looked just as shocked as you did.
“Did you seriously just cum on my face?”
He retreated back a bit, knees now resting beside your hips. His face turned a bright red as he started to apologize profusely. “Desole! I didn’t mean to!”
You let out a bothered groan, although you felt bad for sounding so harsh. “Could you just get me a towel?”
Looking up at him expectantly, you noticed he had a mischievous grin splayed across his face. Oh brother.. what could he possibly be thinking of doing next?
“Why don’t I clean up the mess for you, ma cherie?”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t that what I said?”
Before you could reiterate your request, he leaned down toward your face. You were catching on to what he implied..
..as he licked your face. You watched as he descended from your face, licking the remains of his release off of your neck all the way to your chest. He took his sweet time working his tongue around your nipples, coercing soft moans out of you.
You rest your hands on his head softly, guiding him down to clean up your stomach. He finishes cleaning you up, looking at you for a moment. You tighten your grip on his hair, bringing his mouth to yours as you exchange spit, tasting a mix of your own juices and his on your tongue.
He rolls over and rests next to you, letting out a long breath of relief. You look over, resting your leg over his and looking up into his eyes. You see an unfamiliar glint in his eyes, just for a moment. He seems to hesitate as you stare at him expectantly.
You prepare yourself to question him, thinking that he wouldn’t tell you what was on his mind without you coaxing it out of him. But, as though he was reading your mind, he decides to speak, letting out the thought obviously weighing on his mind.
“When all of this is over, I need you to come home with me. To France.”
Summary: After crushing on one of your regulars, you finally decide to make a move. After going on a date with him, you realize you may be getting into more than you bargained for.
You had just begun studying abroad in Italy, deciding that it was time for you to gain some independence and get out of your parent’s basement. You had moved into a small apartment, this was your first time out of the country, and you had vowed to make the most of your time here.
Although becoming accustomed to the culture and language was quite the learning curve, you had quickly progressed, meeting all sorts of friends and experiencing what the country had to offer; especially due to your waitressing job at a small restaurant named Libeccio in Naples.
While you met many types of people, from all walks of life, there was one recurring group of men that caught your eye. They all dressed very eccentrically, like nothing you’d ever seen in your home country, or even in Italy.
Although they were strange, they tipped well and didn’t cause you much trouble, so you didn’t mind their frequent patronage. You enjoyed the short conversations you would engage in with the men, the stories they shared were nothing short of insane. You wondered to yourself how they all came to know each other, but never really got a straight answer.
There was one man in the group, that after the day was over, you couldn’t seem to shake your thoughts of.
All of the men were very attractive, tall and muscular. But the man you came to know as Abbacchio got your attention like no other. He was extremely intimidating, not being a man of many words. But, you couldn’t help the blush that would rise on your face when he would finally address you, even to just order wine or ask a question about the menu.
Much to the teasing of your fellow employees, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Often staring off, standing behind the front counter watching his muscles rise and fall under the laces on his chest as he breathed, the way he would sip his wine. Everything he did was closely examined under your gaze, as day after day you tried psyching yourself up to offer your number to him.
He was polite, never directly giving in to your obvious flirtation, or the encouragement of his affiliates. It wasn’t that you were ugly, or that he even wasn’t interested. He couldn’t deny that he was curious about you; He wondered though, if he could deal with this kind of complication in his life. if you could deal with the danger that his association with you would bring.
Whilst getting ready that morning, you came to the conclusion that today would be the day. You felt that if you didn’t make a move soon, nothing would ever happen. You spend extra time on your hair, putting on your freshly washed uniform and spraying your favorite perfume. Then you make your way to work with a newfound confidence. Today would be the day..
A couple hours went by of you taking orders, cleaning tables, the usual as you waited for the man in question to finally come in for lunch. You looked up at the clock, noticing it was very close to lunch time. You decided to go busy yourself by running food, hoping to get your mind off of the knot forming in your stomach. Though before you could begin, you were interrupted by a coworker informing you that you just had a large group sat in your section. You stood in the kitchen for a moment, straightening out your shirt and smoothing your flyaways. You couldn’t help but internally cringe at how much you cared. This crush felt juvenile, you hadn’t been this nervous to talk to a guy since high school.
You walk up to the table and begin taking drink orders, your heart beating slightly quicker as it got closer and closer to being the purple-clad man’s turn. You turned to him, so many thoughts going through your head about what you were going to say that, much to your embarrassment, you forgot to actually listen to his drink order.
You stared at him a moment, snapping out of your thoughts when he spoke,”Excuse me?” You quickly turned your attention to him, flustered, you quickly responded,”I’m so sorry! Can you just repeat your order.. I-um-was a bit distracted..” You awkwardly laughed and took down his order, not oblivious to the quiet laughs coming from his group. Could you be any more obvious?
An hour had passed, and who you thought must’ve been the leader of the group, Buccarati, asked you for the check. You went and printed it behind the counter. As you stared down at the paper, you reminded yourself of your declaration. “I mean what’s the worst that could happen..” You thought to yourself, and you wrote your number on the back of the check, writing “For Abbacchio” with a small heart on the end. You purposefully handed it to Abbacchio, praying to yourself that he would see it. You watched the man notice the bleeding of the pen going through the paper, turning it over to read what it had to say. He stuck it in his pocket without so much as a smile and threw cash down on the table, leading the others out of the restaurant.
You put your head in your hands, leaning on the counter. You wondered if you had really seen what you thought you saw.. Not even a second look?! You groaned, questioning your own actions out of embarrassment. Sure it’s not like he was much older than you, maybe a year or two, but who were you kidding? You’re a college student and he was.. Well, him. You can’t even be sure if you were ever on his radar in the first place.
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Days had gone by, and no call, text, nothing! You hadn’t seen the men in a couple days. You suspected that they were involved in some shady business and were probably busy, but you couldn’t help but wonder if they had stopped coming because of you.. Maybe you had put Abbacchio off? Maybe they were never going to come back.. You shuddered, feeling embarrassment wash over you as you finished cleaning up the tables, preparing to return home for the night.
You grabbed your purse and began walking home. It was still early, the sun had just been setting. You were considering grabbing dinner on the way home when you suddenly felt your phone buzzing. As you pulled out your phone and read the number illuminating your screen, you felt a rush of excitement. An unknown number was calling. You quickly picked up and heard a deep voice on the other end, asking if it was you.
You were opening your mouth to respond, But, you were cut off when the man on the other end continued speaking.
“It’s Abbacchio, From Libeccio.”
You internally screamed, getting out your response as quickly as you could. You questioned why he didn’t call you sooner, but decided not to say anything about it; not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Hey! Yeah it’s me, how are you doing? What’s up?”
You couldn’t help but sigh when reflecting on your response. Did you seem too eager? Not eager enough? Your thoughts were interrupted when Abbacchio responded, just the sound of his voice making you blush.
“Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? If you’re not working, that is. I know an amazing place in the city I’m sure you haven’t seen.”
You squeal, almost wanting to pinch yourself to see if this is real, you immediately accept and text him your address for him to pick you up. You then run home, excitedly planning out your outfit in your head.
You run through the door, getting dressed in the nicest clothing you own, adorning yourself with simple accessories and perfume. Just as you are preparing to put your hair up, you hear a knock on the door. Immediately abandoning the hairstyle, you just fix it with your hands and run over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it with a smile.
In front of you stands the imposing 6 ft 2 man, a soft smile on his face as he looks you up and down. He puts his hand out, offering to lead you out the door to his car and says,”You look beautiful tonight, just as I imagined you would.” You blushed, thanking him and giving him your hand and shutting the door behind yourself.
He walks you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in the driver's seat. The interior was sleek, and the car was spotless. You wondered how expensive the car must’ve been. As he settles into his seat preparing to go, you turn and ask,”So.. Where are we going?” He turns to you with a knowing look on his face, starting the car then replying,”You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
You spend the short car ride talking about the ins and outs of your life, where you went to school, what you were studying; things of that nature. He opened the door to let you out of the car once you arrived at the restaurant. You’re surprised at what a gentleman he is, but it only makes it better. As you walk in, and are led to your seats, he puts his hand on the small of your back, making you blush.
You sit down and after a moment of feigning interest in the menu, you look up at him and ask the question weighing on your brain,”Why did you call me tonight? I mean-” You look away for a moment, trying to mask your embarrassment, “I gave you my number awhile ago. I didn’t think you were gonna call or anything at this point..” You look back up at him and he takes a moment then laughs, seemingly entertained by the bold question.
He taps on the stem of his glass, looking you in the eyes and lowly speaking, ”I was busy with work, I wanted to wait until I had enough time to give you my full attention.”
Before you can respond, the waiter comes over and gets your orders. From there, the conversation between you two flows. Although you don’t get much about his past, only learning that he was a former police officer, you were still mesmerized by him. He was cultured, yet serious, but still sometimes funny in a dry way.
You told him about your family back at home, your plans after college, and eventually began asking about the city,”What do you like to do here? Naples is just such a big city, I’m honestly having a hard time figuring out what is worth seeing.” Leone thinks for a moment, sipping his wine then replying,”Why don’t you let me show you around this week. I’ll show you all there is to see and do. It’s the least I can do after taking so long to call.” He offers a smirk, which makes you melt a bit.
The dinner continues, you two enjoy your time together to the fullest all the way up to him paying the check and taking you home. As you get out of the car, you notice he does as well, offering to walk you to the door.
You walk to your building, turning to him before walking in to suggest he comes inside, but deciding not to. You weren’t sure if that would give him a bad impression of you, though you couldn’t shake the yearning you felt for him in your core.
You bite your lip, looking up at him, ”Thank you for tonight Abbacchio..” You give him a coy smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. He has a light blush dusted over his face, but he still maintains his confident quiet demeanor, nodding as you bid him farewell before walking inside. As you settle inside your apartment, you can’t help but shake from excitement. Although you wish you could’ve invited him in, you decided that you were going to play the long game. No way would you let him just be a one night stand, or think of you as one.
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Weeks passed. No call, no text, nothing. You couldn’t lie, you were a bit heartbroken. You thought you two had hit it off. He hadn’t even come into the restaurant, you wondered if something had happened to him. You were becoming aware of his.. Affiliation, but you didn’t know what exactly he did.
You replayed that night over and over again while looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering what you could’ve done wrong. It was another day of not seeing him (much to your disappointment). You were getting out of your work clothes, quickly throwing on your pajamas and throwing yourself on the couch. You groaned, frustrated. Before you could spend much more time feeling sorry for yourself, you heard a loud bang on your door, startling you out of your thoughts.
You tip toed towards the door, not wanting to alert the presence outside the door that you were home. You looked into the peephole, wondering who the hell could be knocking at your door this late at night. You gasped, seeing Abbacchio standing out there, clutching his side in obvious pain. You swung the door open without thinking,”Abbacchio?! What are you doing here? What the hell happened?”
You ushered him inside, laying him on your couch as you went to grab your first aid kit. You sat down next to him on the floor, he groaned, following that by huffing out,”I just need to stay for the night. I’ll leave in the morning.. Who else lives in your building? Anyone that would’ve seen me come in?”
The seriousness in his voice gives you anxiety, who is looking for him? Was he gonna die on your couch? He was stained all over in blood. You collected yourself and hastily responded,” U-uh no one! There’s no one else in the building the guy across doesn’t get in until the morning.. You can stay for however long you want..” He noticed your obvious staring at the blood and sighed,”Most of it’s theirs.”
You weren’t sure if you should feel relieved or disturbed. You nodded,”Alright well.. Let me clean you up. Take off your top.” You felt yourself flush at your own words. As horrible as this was for him, you couldn’t help the shooting feeling of arousal between your thighs whenever he let out an especially pained breath.
You told yourself that maybe you should have some more self respect. He doesn’t call for weeks then suddenly shows up at your doorstep for shelter? Despite trying to think rationally, you can’t help the thrill you get from thinking about his body being completely exposed to you.
You shook the thoughts out of your mind and turned your attention to him as he nodded and began to pull off his laced top. You helped him towards the end, pulling over his head as your arms grazed his chest.
You admired the man in front of you for a moment before running the warm rag over his wounds, he let out a breath, sensitive from the cut in his side. He had one arm behind his head, the other across his chest as he watched your movements. You felt his eyes burning into your head. The more he looked, the more he noticed. Your deep breaths, clenched thighs, and shaky hands.
You finished bandaging his side, sighing as you lay the gauze and rag to the side. You look over to see him staring at you. He slowly takes the hand once resting on his chest and rests it over the back of your neck. You move closer to his face, now sitting right in front of him. You are aware of the position you two are in, the tension in the air, but you choose not to do anything; deciding that now probably isn’t the best time to admit your unbridled lust for the injured man in front of you.
You look at his bandages and back at him, speaking quietly. “How do you feel? Do you need anything?”
He stares for a moment. His silence is unsettling, you wish you could look into his thoughts. As you go to break the tension, you feel his hand move up to the back of your head, pulling you towards him. His lips meet yours, leading you both into a gentle kiss. You softly whimper, feeling his grasp on your hair grow tighter. His pillowy lips push the kiss deeper as you run your hand over his chest, going lower to feel his muscles under your touch.
You pull away catching your breath. You look into his eyes, heavy with lust. ”Why don’t you let me take care of you?”
Abbachio seems confused for a second, realization spreading on his face as you fiddle with his belt with your hand, the other hand resting over his hand on your head. He bites his lip for a moment, considering your request before nodding.
He lets you go and goes to sit up, but you quickly stop him, lightly pushing him back with your hands. You climb over his body, resting on his legs as you unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to reveal his cock, already partially hard. Although you suspected he would be big, you didn’t think he would be this big. You lean down, barely able to contain your excitement, head next to his member as you wrap your hand around, your fingers nearly touching as you begin pumping him with your hand. He lets out a long sigh, moving his hand to caress the back of your head softly.
You bring your head up and envelope the top half in your mouth, pumping the remaining with your hands. Willing yourself not to gag, you hollow out your cheeks, moving at a fast pace. His hands tangle into your hair, not pushing you, but guiding your head up and down. The moans and shaky breaths leaving his mouth are going directly to your pussy. You bring one hand down, running it over your clit as you whine, the sound making his grip harder, as he leans his head back slightly,”F-fuck..”
You raise your head, letting go of his cock with a pop as you lean back down to glide your tongue over his veins. He groans and pulls you up, he breaths out, looking at you half lidded, ”No.. I don’t-” He takes a moment to catch his breath.
”I don’t want to come yet. I need to feel you.”
You feel a rush of arousal as you stand up, looking down at him, eyes full of lust. You toy with the hem of your shirt for a moment, watching his eyes locked onto your body expectedly. You slowly pull the shirt off your body, teasing him with your slow movements. You continue, letting your hands brush down your body as you slowly shuffle out of your shorts. He watches them drop to the ground, frustration evident on his face over your deliberate movements. You step out of your pants, now only being covered by your bra and panties. He runs his hand up his cock, slowly rubbing himself as he watches you.
You take off your bra, letting it drop to the ground as you watch him half lidded. You run your hands over your chest, purposefully teasing the man on your couch. You then slip off your panties, revealing yourself to him fully.
In your nude, you climb over him, pulling him into a searing kiss. You run your hands through his hair as your lips collide. His taste is addicting, and you can’t seem to get enough of it as your tongues intertwine. Despite all this, you pull away for a moment.
He watches as you grab his hard and leaking cock, guiding it inside you before fully sitting. His calloused hands run up your thighs, preparing to move you before you put your hand over his.
”Let me do the work.. You relax.” Abbachio does as he’s told. His hands loosen away as you begin riding him, slowly moving up and down. His eyes are fixed at where you connect, watching you take his dick. He brings one hand to your chest, grazing his index finger over your nipple. Shivers coarse throughout your body. You moan out, not even attempting to coherently reply. His praise goes straight to your cunt, somehow getting it wetter than it was before.
“Shit.. You take my cock so fucking good.. So tight.”
As he continues hitting your G-spot, you bring your hand to your clit, the feeling bringing you to your end faster than you could handle. You slow down, shaking from your orgasm coursing through you, you feel him twitching inside you. He tightens his grip on your waist, moving you up and down a couple more times before letting out a stuttered groan, cumming inside of you.
You feel more satisfaction now than you think you ever had in your life. You lay down on him, careful of his wounds as you catch your breath. Before he can say anything, you get up, disappearing to the next room to clean yourself up. You return, tucking him back into his pants and bringing his arm over your shoulder,”Here, come to bed.” He puts his weight on you as you help him stand, bringing him to your room as he lays in your bed, out of breath.
You lay next to him, his arm supporting your head as you make shapes on his chest with your hand. He turns his head, sighing, ”Thank you.. Next time, I’ll repay you.” You smile back up at him, letting out a breath and slowly shutting your eyes as you fall asleep.
