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"you better take that fucking thing off."

yeah, you look incredible. too good and that message printed on your ass is too much of a suggestion for whatever dickhead you run into.

it's not that john doesn't trust you. it's more that he doesn't trust the girls you're with, or the men you might encounter on this night out.

"what, you don't like it?" you ask, turning around to show him your ass.

it looks better bent over

john grabs your hips. he pulls you towards him, his hands finding your ass. "fucking hell," he groans, feeling you up, feeling the material of your skirt, with that stupid writing.

"this thing is fucking thin. can feel your fucking thong through this."

you hum, resting your hands on his shoulders. "yeah. you got a problem with that, old man?"

his only response is to pick you up, to throw you over his shoulder and carry you to the sofa. it would be a miracle if you made it to this girls night out at all.

fawnindawn

letters i can't send.

summary: your cute upstairs neighbour holds many secrets. you're willing to close one eye to his secrecy or the way he looks at you as if you hung the stars, till you accidentally uncover letters upon letters nedpeter’s kept in his apartment—all addressed to you.

pairing: peter parker x reader

content: slight angst, flufff, comfort, no major movie spoilers!!, yes peter fumbled by using ned as his fake name, yearner peter parker!!

Hey! It’s Peter, your Peter.

Peter—clearly, Ned wasn't even his real name. Ned, the friendly neighbour from 28B who was a secretive, genius oddball—whom you suspect to be some sort of undercover agent after catching a glimpse of the ridiculously high-end tech flooding his apartment.

Overly sweet Ned, who never failed to offer a hand with your laundry basket or delivery packages, or dropping off your exact coffee order at the front door before your morning shifts, just because he could. Ned, who snaps his neck up half the time looking around with a widened, hopeful gaze when you do address him in the laundry room—as if looking for some other Ned that meant a greater deal to him than himself.

You had suspected he was likely involved in illegal activities, but when the temptation of finding his laundry basket unattended remained, you finally took the chance to return those little favours. Maybe he was the kindest stranger you've ever known, or maybe he just looked like he could use a helping hand—with how his shoulders drooped low whenever he thought no one was looking in the dingy hallways. He seemed—lonely.

Not like you were one to judge. You had always felt like a piece of you was missing, and that gaping hole behind your ribs didn't magically stitch itself closed when you grabbed your degree with crippling student loans biting at your heels, and a lousy job in the nearest soul-sucking company you could find within train distance to your apartment.

So, maybe Ned's smile that crinkled the corners of his hazel eyes flashed more than once in your thoughts, and you decided it was time to get to know the man who lived one floor above you. You expected his smile to greet you when you climbed up the rickety stairs to his apartment, not his door left ajar with webs sticking out the hinges—or letters all addressed to you scattered across the floorboards.

silverlullabies

Okaaaaay but Royal!Price who’s married to Reader for like two years and the entire time the court is breathing down your neck because you haven’t produced an heir yet.

And ofc somehow this becomes entirely your fault bc nobody questions Price or considers that the problem might not be you because he’s the king, he’s healthy, he’s strong, he’s already proven himself in every other way that matters to these people, so obviously it must be his wife who’s defective.

And you spend two years being poked and prodded by royal physicians and forced to drink disgusting tonic things and tracking your cycles and praying at shrines and enduring every older noblewoman at court giving you unsolicited advice while rumors about the “barren Queen” spread through the palace.

And Price doesn’t exactly stop them. Maybe in the beginning he tells you not to listen, tells you there’s still time, but as the months pass he starts treating your inability to conceive like a personal failure.

And ofc there’s this one woman at court who makes your life like absolute hell over it. Daughter of some powerful duke or neighboring kingdom or whatever, beautiful and fertile looking and exactly the sort of woman everyone whispers Price should have married in the first place.

She makes little comment about children whenever you’re nearby, brings babies into conversation just to watch you go quiet, maybe even starts getting increasingly bold because Price is starting to favor her. And you know they’re sleeping together long before he admits it. You just don’t have any power to do anything about it.

Then Price divorces you.

And he’s not quietly about it either and that’s the part that really destroys you because he could’ve found a dozen political reasons to dissolve the marriage, could’ve protected whatever dignity you had left and let you save face but instead he specifically cites your failure to provide an heir as the reason for the divorce. Has it entered into the official decree that the marriage produced no issue and that you’re presumed barren, basically stamping it into history that you failed in the single duty expected of a queen.

And to add insult to injury he marries the woman who spent the last two years tormenting you, who becomes Queen, and suddenly all those rumors about how she’d always been better suited for him become accepted fact.

Meanwhile you’re just… there. The discarded Queen. Technically still noble, technically still wealthy enough, but socially ruined because who is going to marry the woman the King publicly declared barren?

Except Simon, Price’s knight who’s his own kind of social outcast cause he’s scarred, disfigured, and everyone assumes will never marry anyway because nobody has ever exactly been lining up to become Lady Riley to a monster, you know.

So when Simon asks for your hand, you say yes. Maybe Price even allows it because he thinks there’s something almost amusing about it. His unwanted wife and his disfigured knight. Two things the court has decided are damaged being tucked neatly away together.

Except Simon doesn’t treat you like you’re damaged. And then the absolute fucking scandal when, before the end of the year, you start appearing in court with a very obviously rounding stomach.

At first everyone tries to pretend they don’t notice because surely not. Surely the former Queen who spent two years unable to conceive isn’t pregnant within months of marrying Ser Simon Riley.

Except you are and it isn’t even ambiguous after a while. You’re glowing with health, Simon is hovering around you like some enormous armored guard dog, the physicians confirm the pregnancy is progressing perfectly, and suddenly all those old whispers start changing direction because Price’s new Queen still isn’t pregnant even after and entire year.

Meanwhile you give birth to this enormous fat healthy Riley baby and suddenly the court has to reckon with the fact that maybe their discarded barren Queen was never barren at all.

Which means maybe the King publicly humiliated and divorced his wife, destroyed her reputation, married his mistress, and announced to the entire kingdom that she was incapable of giving him an heir-

when the problem had been him the entire fucking time.

[inspired by this post by @rawme-price]

silverlullabies

Sometimes violence is the answer to your problems- or in this case, Simon Riley’s problems

It’s not as if there had been a particular moment where Simon Riley had sat down and decided that he was done with having sex.

Rather, it was the accumulation of torture over the years that had left damage- nerves misfiring or simply not firing at all beneath scar tissue that had healed wrong.

Then there were the other injuries layered over it across the years: the fractures, surgeries, concussions, medications, chronic pain and the permanent state of low grade readiness his body seemed incapable of leaving even when he was technically safe.

Simon had spent enough time in hospitals to know the human body was less a machine than people liked pretending it was. Things went wrong. Sometimes they healed. Sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes nobody could tell you why.

His cock, apparently, had decided not to.

cyberdrream

simon riley as a sugar daddy…. but he’s just. quite bad at it.

he’s always gone on mission, barely has time to form “actual relationships” but he finds a sweet thing in you, sitting in one of the offices on base, trying to understand how and why you’ve been taken here, after being rushed into the country.

then the army unceremoniously dumps you in this foreign country, with nothing but a useless passport and no job. you had a life back home, you were studying to become a doctor for fucks sake, now you have nothing.

so simon pays for your first few days, giving you fat wads of cash whilst you spend it all on your house. thing is, youre also quite bad at the sugar baby thing, wanting to spend time making the shithole of his flat, as nice as possible.

it’s good having someone to come home to, he thinks, is this what price was trying to tell him? he always comes back to a warm meal, from any cuisine. he’s given you enough money to buy takeout and yet you insist on buying cookbooks.

it’s only supposed to be a transactional thing, he supposes, money for company, but he’s given you house and board in return for a domestic life.

then he starts paying for you to go to university again, medical school. less time at home, but he still comes home to see the rooms all sweet and cozy, and a homemade meal for him.

both of you are quite bad at this thing.

sweetpianoxoxo

Simon who has a pet dog, Riley, who absolutely loves Simons mortal enemy.

The bratty nurse who always has it out for him. "Come get an x-ray simon" "we need to check out that foot simon" "you need to be checked out simon". Shes naggy and annoying and cares too much. She talks back to him, and clearly doesnt get the hint.

One day in passing, however, she gave a couple goldfish to Riley, and he's loved her evsr since. Seeks her out when he's not on duty and even pulls Simon directly to her when he needs medical care. One time he found Riley curled up by her feet while she was typing away and had been passed out from an explosion. He hates it.

Nobody else seems to get the hint though, cause Johnny came up to Simon at lunch and said "I'm pretty sure your girlfriends training Riley to give her hugs."

bunniibabex

Simon hated his hands.

They were always too big, considering his behemoth size above the rest of his peers. Long, spindly fingers that over the years in the military, became thick with callouses and scars. Yellowed with cigarette butts, a knuckle here and there slightly out of place from all of the fractures and breaks.

The palms of his hands were completely webbed with delicate lines from both age and the extensive length of times he had worn his fingers in a fist. He had tried to make them look a little better, had gotten tattoos, would lotion when he could remember. The ink ran deep, little swirls and designs eating up the thick, aged skin on the back of his hands, fingers blotched on the first knuckle with little images or letters. It had started to bleed and fade that strange sort of navy that tattoos do after a prologued time under the skin.

But no amount of ink on the planet would erase the blood that they carried each day. Breaths silenced by those jagged palms, lives ended with just one pull of an index finger. His hands were dirty. Worse than the muck constantly tucked under his trimmed nails. They were forever stained crimson with decisions he would never be able to take back.

Right now, he was fighting hard to stop his fingers from trembling. He’d never felt his heart race this way. His palms were tense, outstretched to minimise the age lines that spanned them, and waiting for when the weight settled between them.

His breath stopped.

Bundled up in blankets and a tiny pink hat, those same hands that had carried grenades and guns and knives, was now so carefully balancing a tiny baby girl. No bigger than the length of his hands held open side by side, weighing nothing more than just a small few pounds and ounces.

Just her face was visible. Still a little smushed up from birth, peach fuzz coating the softest, pinkest skin. Her eyes shut, tiny lashes splaying across little rosy cheeks. She had his nose. Well the one before it has been broken four times. A little button nose, a little long, with a tiny bump down the bridge. But she had the poutiest little lips on the planet. Glossy with salvia, undoubtedly a carbon copy of her mother’s.

Simon was breathless and speechless.

This tiny thing, no bigger than this calloused, ugly hands… it had come from him. And the fact somebody loved him so much to give him one.

He could feel the hot sting of tears in the corner of his eyes.

His daughter stirred, her little face scrunching up even more before she yawned. Simon only watched, how her tiny pink tongue flexed in her mouth, how the fat of her cheeks shifted to accommodate that teeny tiny jaw to open as wide as it could go. Then, she settled back into the blankets, clearly comfortable in Simon’s hands. She squeaked quietly before settling in completely.

The first tear streamed down Simon’s cheek. Then the next. And the next.

His hands. Those calloused, ink stained, bloodied evil-doing hands. He had hated them for as long as he could remember.

But now, holding the smallest, most delicate, precious being in the world.

He couldn’t remember why.

sweetsprice

simon's team finds out that he has a missus and she's heavily pregnant.

simon had never taken you to fancy galas before, and this time, he said he'd introduce you to his team, hence why you were so nervous.

he walked through the doors like he owned the place, a firm hand pressed on the small of your back.

everyone expected him to show up alone, like he always did, but tonight, he had a companion. behind him, clutching the fabric of his dark silky suit, was you. you were dressed in a flowing floral dress that hugged your body perfectly.

your cheeks were flushed, not used to all the attention on you, and you kept your eyes fixed on the floor, hiding behind his massive frame. you felt overwhelmed, completely out of place.

and then their focus shifted to your growing belly. you could hear the whispers and their gasps.

your bump was unmistakably showing. simon had helped you pick up that dress, let them see how beautiful you look, knocked up with my child. he had said, before leaving the house.

simon's hand rested possessively on your lower back, while his other hand was protectively splayed across your stomach.

lieutenant riley has a missus? and she's pregnant? was all you could hear.

gaz, who was exchanging words with a recruit, nearly choked on his champagne. soap dropped his glass. price just stared, his cigar forgotten in his hand, his eyes wide.

simon leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear, his voice so low that only you could hear. "you're doing well, love." he murmured, and there was a dark satisfaction in his tone.

simon's intention was clear. he'd brought you here deliberately, knowing exactly what the reaction would be. he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to.

it was a silent warning. let them talk. let them stare. at the end of the night, he would be the one listening to your sweet moans.

dearwalker

mask on, fuck it, mask off | sex pollen

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Word Count: 8.4k

Contains Brand New Day spoilers 🕸️

Description: You’re spider-man’s closest thing to a friend since the world forgot his name. Helping him with gadgets, cleaning his wounds…all without him ever taking the mask off. His true identity has always been a barrier between you two, but what happens when he gets hit with the pollen, and not only him, but the creature lurking inside him fixates on the only person he gets to call home?

Tags/warnings: sex pollen smut, fem!reader, porn with plot, whiny desperate peter >>>, dry humping, piv, riding, oral fem!rec, fingering, dark!peter taking over for a bit, orgasm denial, prone bone, so much yearning, mask stays on…or does it?

Note: You have no idea how giddy it makes me to write him again. He had NO business looking that good in the movie so I had to get this out of my system. Enjoy 🤍

Masterlist

You've seen spiderman hurt many times. When you signed the lease of the first apartment you could afford as a recent graduate, you never thought that would become your new normal.

The first time it happened was completely accidental. He’d arrived at the building in the middle of the night, bruised, bleeding and too disoriented to realize that the window he’d come through was not his.

That night, the noise of a heavy body collapsing onto the floor woke you up. For one terrifying moment, you believed someone had broken into your apartment, only to switch on the lamp and find the city’s superhero groaning and pressing his hands to his side. His suit was torn there, and blood soaked through the ruined fabric onto your rug.

aquasprings

flirting with law student! higuruma who’s always quick to shut you down

yummy tags <3 :

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kenmaspuddinghair

Price is so done with the rest of the team right now. And Soap wasn't helping “so who do you think will be your new brother in law ?” Laswell quickly said “hey!” Soap apologized, adding “or sister in law” they had been flirting with you from the moment you stepped into the building. You, Price's younger sister who lived with him while finished college. The team knew of you, Price had talked about you and they knew you were the reason the team never went to Price's place. What they didn’t know was how fucking cute you were.

Price never planned for you to meet them, but he forgot his lunch at home and he knew going out to buy something would mean buying for the whole team too. So he asked if you could bring it to him since you didn't have class today, it took you a while to answer but you said sure. It was supposed to be simple, you would come in and Price would just grab it from you, Laswell wasn't supposed to be there yet so all the guys were still in the back. Well Laswell showed up early, right as you were getting there.

You weren't dressed up nice, in fact you had completely forgotten to take off your apron before you left the house. Hair a mess, dirty apron on, random shoes thrown on, while holding Price's lunch. And before they even knew who you were they were on you like vultures, “what's a pretty thing like you doing here” and “got lost luv?” Gaz and Ghost said. You looked around a little confused before saying “uhm, I have Price’s lunch. Captain Price" Laswell was the first to realize you were the mysterious sister. She took the food from you, placing it on the desk before circling around you.

Soap was looking you up and down “Price’s been hiding this from us, so selfish” Laswell pulled you closer by the apron before he could continue, she pointed to the stains on your apron “what were you making" you hesitantly said “cake and icing" Laswell smirked before whispering “need some help making it” and of course that's right when Price came in. He shoved Laswell away from you and into Soap, while giving all of them a dirty look, Price walked you to your car while apologizing on their behalf. And you, being oblivious, had no clue why Price was apologizing, no clue they were flirting, honestly just assuming they wanted some of your baked goods, so you headed back home with a smile on your face, planning on making even more so that you could bring them some tomorrow.

bunniibabex

18+ content MDNI

Masterlist

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Oblivious!Reader who shows up to Price’s annual BBQ with a homemade devil’s food cake, prettied up in one of those milkmaid dresses that accentuates her figure, a soft smile on her lips when she steps down from the kitchen to the patio.

Johnny is eyeing up the cake, practically leaping to her side to get a good ol’ sniff. Simon is nursing a beer, condensation dribbling down his fingers as he raises it, along with his eyebrows, as a sign of greetings to her. She giggles at Johnny’s elbow nudging her side and plops down next to Gaz at the little picnic table. “Hiya, sweetheart.” He flashes those pearly whites, eyes ever so soft and warm as they take in the length of her lashes. A hand finds its way to the small of her back. “Ready to be fattened up?” Price’s voice cuts across the chatter, he lifts up the spatula he’s using to flip the burgers. Grease glistens under the golden hour.

Some of the family friends have brought their kids, and you end up finding yourself handling a chubby little baby. He’s mouthing your shoulder as you giggle, keeping him securely on your hips as you talk with his mother. Gaz is sitting beside where you stand, inhaling the subtle sweetness of your perfume as coos as the baby and reaches out to tickle his titchy foot.

When food finally arrives, you demolish a hotdog, getting a little sauce on the corner of your mouth that Price takes great pleasure in beckoning you over with one of his lengthy, calloused index fingers. “Y’look a right state.” He mumbles, eyes going half lidded as he reaches forward with the pad of his thumb to swipe off the sauce. You thank him so sweetly, a cock of your head, eyes crinkling into crescents as you smile.

Simon has you sit next to him when you return, offering you swigs of his beer. You happily take turns with him swapping the bottle, tipping your head back to swallow as the bottle becomes more than half empty. Unlike the other, Simon doesn’t hide the way his gaze lingers on the bob of your throat.

The 141 who are all collectively just disgusting

Johnny is running circles around you, bonnie thing being so thoughtful bringing a homemade cake , dressing so nicely for them, he wanders if you’d let him take a big glob of that dark, rich icing and slather it over you so he can lick it off, no harm in playing with your food sometimes, eh?

Simon who is unphased by the cool condensation running down his fingers and forearm, but on god he wishes it was your slick instead. He watches the way your throat bobs when you throw back a swig of his beer. He can’t help but wonder how that pretty throat would take something a little more… solid

Gaz who is so wickedly deceptive that you don’t so much as flinch at the pet names. But you are his sweetheart, right? And he just loves feeling the warmth of your skin under that thin, flimsy dress fabric. Do you realise how easy it would be for him to just tear it off. And oh, look at you with a little one sitting so sweetly on your hip. Would you like one of your own? He’s sure he can help with it.

Price who set this whole thing up just to watch you walk through the door practically playing the part of wifey. He loves how standing at the grill gives him the perfect view of you giggling at Johnny, drinking with Simon completely unknowing to the way he stares at you, getting cozy with Gaz and the little one… Oh, how he loves how obediently you traipse over to him when he beckons you, how your soft lips pillow under his touch when he wipes them clean for you. He gets the perfect view as host.

Gross icky 141 who spend the entire night feeding you, carefully flirting with you as to not cross a line, all until it’s just you and them. Everyone else has suddenly disappeared.

“Just stay the night, dovie.”

“It’s alright, bonnie, we can keep you company, eh?”

“You won’t mind if it’s a bit crowded will you?”

“C’mere, honey, if you aren’t tired yet, I’m sure we can think of something to do.”

6x-x9

.✦ ݁･˖ ℛ.𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ݁･✧˚. would stay inside his pretty wife, forever if he could. 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ꒰Fem!reader ⋮⋮ Trueform!Sukuna ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied ⋮⋮ belly bulge⋮⋮ intimate sex ⋮⋮ kissing꒱

Sukuna’s chamber was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single oil lamp that burned low on the far table. The faint glow of flickering flames dancing across the wide futon. You're laying on your back in the center of the silk sheets, thighs spread wide around Sukuna’s powerful hips.

The weight of him presses you deep into the bedding, four massive arms caging you in, four crimson eyes stay locked on your face with an intensity that steals your breath with every passing moment.

One of his massive cocks fills your cunt, stretching you open so completely that every tiny shift of his body sends jolts of overwhelming fullness through you. He's been inside you for so long that you've lost all sense of time.

It feels like hours his cock has been keeping you full, letting you feel every inch of him. The burn in your muscles deepening with every breath. Your legs tremble from holding the position you're in.

9x-x6

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luvgam3

Alright, I'm sorry for torturing the overworked salaryman...How about a fluffy request instead?

Nanami who lays his head in your lap to relieve stress after work. On really bad days, he'll snag your favorite treat so he can buy himself a little more time to nuzzle into you.

Also, this is a friendly reminder to drink your water, it's toasty as heck in my part of the world so stay hydrated!

-☕️

HAHA. You can pry this man from my cold dead hands i literally can’t write (or read) angst fics about him (im a liar i have a very small angst one in my drafts) and omg please keep yourself hydrated too!! I have my water attached to me at all times this summer. It’s killer out there!!

Before you can see him you can smell the rich buttery scent of your favorite pasties wafting in the air. And then you hear him, his heavy exhausted footsteps and the way he offers you a weak ‘Hello.’

You watch as he drops the crinkled bakery bag onto the coffee table before he crumples in-front of you. You were relaxing on the sofa, feet resting on the coffee table after you finished your cleaning— but Nanami gently lowers them so he can comfortably lay his head on your lap.

“Long day?” Your fingers automatically thread through his hair, feeling the way he melts into you. “Incredibly long.” He mumbles, nuzzling into your warmth as your nails gently scratch at his scalp. He’s like a kitten, eyes closed and breathing evening out. “Ken,” you tug lightly on his shirt and he understands almost immediately. As he stands up you lay down on the sofa, opening your arms happily when you’re comfortable. Nanami doesn’t waste a second when it comes to your touch. He curls up on top of you, heavy body blanketing yours as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as your hands scratch lightly behind his ear and down the nape of his neck, nails tracing soft patterns into his tense muscles until you feel them melt.

You hear him mumble something into your neck, the vibrations making you giggle. “We should stay like this.” He says again, tilting his head to the side. “Forever?” You cup his cheek as you ask, thumb rubbing the tired skin under his eye.

His shoulders shrug lightly, “That would be nice.” Yeah… it would be nice. You’d love to have him in your arms and see him not be so exhausted. For once you’d like to look down at him and not see the bags that decorate his face, brows always slightly pinched and shoulders always tense with stress— but in moments like theses he’s so soft, all of that exhaustion sliding off of him with each gently caress of your hand. You hum, pressing your lips to his temple gently before he rests his face back where it was, nose and lips pressed against your warm throat, breathing in the scent of home.

“Then you’re taking off tomorrow,” you say it with an air of finality. “I already have an idea on what to test your boss. Just leave it to me, baby.” You don’t expect him to answer, especially in his state of exhaustion. But you feel the vibration of him laughing against your chest, the sound muffled as he hugs you tighter to him, nuzzling into you like he wants to crawl into your skin. “You’re too good to me, Doll.”

crow-with-a-quill

Small trope that I love is when a yandere successfully worms their way into your life, but there is one obstacle standing in their way.

And it's your cat.

Cats were once known to ward off evil spirits and protect their owner's homes, and now there's one hissing at this one person trying to enter. It's so strange how something so simple sets the poor creature off. They've never reacted this way to any of your previous visitors.

The yandere is livid. All their meticulous work, the careful cover-ups of their true face, and it's unraveling because of a damn feline! They can't stand how you look at them, the first signs of skepticism crossing your face.

Even as you scoop up the troublesome cat before it successfully scratches their face off, the creature continues to glare daggers at the yandere. The atmosphere is ruined. Their glee over finally winning your trust is replaced with a burning resentment over a house cat.

You may not be privy to their horrible intentions, but your cat can see it as clear as day, and it’ll stop at nothing to chase that devil from your home.

ozzgin

Me reading this with my cats

indiewritesxoxo

mean possessive bf!nanami hates your new neighbor!

"and then he asked what you do for work," you chirped, sliding a plate of a surely delicious dinner in front of him as that tiny little sundress of yours swayed around your soft thighs.

another night, nanami would've thanked you, told you how great it smelled and how pretty you looked all dolled up for him.

but after a particularly grueling day of monotonous meetings and miserable assholes at work, the last thing he wanted to hear about was how sweet the guy next door was. listening to you ramble about how he was strong enough to carry your groceries all the way up the stairs of your apartment building and how he apparently was a fucking firefighter working the night shift.

why the fuck couldn't he be an accountant? or like, an electrician?

"he asked about me?" nanami muttered, not bothering to pick up his fork as he clenched his jaw, hazel eyes honing in on the way you paused across the table from him, your glossy lips pushing together in a pout.

"i mean, i told him i had a boyfriend, so, yeah?" you tilted your head, not getting it.

"he thinks he can have you," nanami astutely assessed, and you laughed, like you didn't think he was serious. "did he say what time his shift starts?"

"not until nine," you started to say, but your voice broke when he pushed his chair back, mouth parting as you stuttered, "w-what are you-"

he supposed he'd just have to make sure the whole building knew who you belonged to.

carefully sliding all the plates over before bending you over the edge of the kitchen table, ignoring your pretty little gasp as he flipped your dress up to discover you weren't wearing any panties underneath it.

blood burning beneath his skin, veins on fire as he delivered a firm spank against your slick folds, clicking his tongue with disapproval as he sighed, "naughty girl."

were you trying to get a reaction out of him? rile him up until he snapped and ruined you right next to his dinner?

"k-ken-" you whined, wiggling your hips back to beg for more. "i didn't-"

"it's okay, honey," he hummed, shoving two thick digits inside your dripping cunt. "let him hear you moan."

"but the food-"

"i'd rather eat you."

and nanami never shared.

a/n: trying to clear out my drafts today <3 fingers crossed i can get faking it update wrapped up and out tonight too :3 div is by @/tsumiinum

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