Smoothest Kriminal

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[smoothestkriminal]

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𝕾𝖍𝖊/𝕳𝖊𝖗

𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘

𝖒𝖞 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓✍

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[smoothestkriminal]

Just finished the ending of beastars….

IM PISSED ABOUT JUNO AND LOUIS TO SAY THE LEAST

As a louno shipper since forever I’m just ticked off 😞

[tonycries]

50 Shades of Kento - N.K.

Synopsis. You help your hot uptight boss blow off some much-needed steam, and he makes an absolute mess of you - that annoyingly flirty new employee of his. Deal?

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! flirty!reader, CEO! Nanami, office AU, pánty-stealing, jealousy (Nanami’s side), Higuruma cameo, he goes FÉRAL, ROUGH S, chokíng, semi-public, manhandIing, p talking, p sIapping, spítting, slight angry s, he’s BIG, cervíx kíssing, talking you through it, oraI (fem rec.), creampíes, cúmplay, male mast., ínnuendos, no curses AU, slight bóndage, use of “work wife”, proposals, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.7k

A/N. CEO Nanami? I wanna be SAVED.

“-the boss looks really mad-”

“-where’s he storming off to before the meeting?”

“Bet he’s going to fire someone again-”

Now, it’s not like Nanami Kento intentionally built himself such a painfully strict reputation in the office. 

In fact, he’d spent the first few months as CEO wondering just what he might have done to make it so that none of his employees could even look him in the eye. Hell, they barely even seemed to breathe whenever he passed by. 

All of them except you - that pretty new hire always buzzing around his department. Even when it might not be too…professional. 

But, right now, professionalism was the last thing on his mind. 

“Dammit. Dammit.” Nanami’s hissing, sharp edges of his pearly whites sinking into his bottom lip to stifle away a ragged moan. Hard enough to bruise when he shuts the nearest bathroom stall with a resounding clatter! “B-before a meeting, too-”

Barely wasting even a split-second before unbuckling his belt and inching his greedy hand past the too-tight hem-

All because of you and that damn skirt.

“God fucking dammit-” His voice tumbles out in heady puffs into the air, murked with a growling tint of desperation.

Fingers usually so dexterous and deft whenever he’s typing away, now fumbling with the mere latch on his stubborn zipper. He’s spitting out a few slews of profanities before panting out an impatient tut and all but ripping his formal slacks down to his knees. 

Nanami’s sculpted thighs weaken, smearing out widely as he leans his back against the firmly shut door with a groan. Cold against his feverish body. 

Shit, he’d barely even touched himself yet already feels like he’s melting.

Because Nanami wasn’t just rock-hard - it was as if his swollen cock was built out of fucking diamonds. 

Hot. Heavy. Sobbing out a glistening streak of precum that slobbers access his washboard abs and wayyy down to his tawny happy trail. He wanted you. He needed you. 

“Fuh-fuck!” He gasps, instantaneously clamping his delirious mouth shut. Loosening that yellow speckled tie just so he can breathe, “Never been sooo fucking h-hard. Shit this isn’t- fuck.”

Achy red shaft throbbing out a needy ba-dump—! in his meaty palm, ribbons of treacly pre splatter in copious torrents down to his angled wrist. He’s making such a puddling mess all over the tiled floor, swiping up the fatly padded curve of his thumb to plug up those never-ending droplets. 

“N’ this is all your hngh- fucking fault.” Nanami’s canines glint in the dimmed lighting, snarled at that strawberry pink blush on his mushroomed tip. The very same shade of pink to match your flimsy panties today. Fuck. “Should fire you. Should really, r-really…”

But the heaving man can’t even finish those syllables, can barely even finish his thought before it’s once more overtaken by that image of you from only a few simple minutes ago. 

Knees bent to pick up some useless document for the meeting, too-short skirt hiking up just enough to flash him a good eyeful of your cute pink panties. You looked like the sweetest fucking dessert in it, and that adorable bow fastened onto your underwear was just the erotic cherry on top. 

That memory was going to burn behind his lids for the rest of his life. And oh, he could tell. 

That glint in your gorgeous eyes - how you’d batted your lashes up at him in exactly the way that made him gulp - told him everything he needed to know. 

You knew. Oh, how you pissed him off. 

“Sh-shit.” The thought makes Nanami’s poor heart race, plump balls twitching oh-so-eagerly when he dips into the side of his pants pocket to pull out something treasured. His secret good luck charm. “Know exactly what you’re fucking- hah- doing t’me. W-with your damn panties, n’ those skirts I hate and- and-”

And if anyone else had seen the uptight CEO of Jujutsu Tech right now, then they would have fainted. Undoubtely. Because dipping out of his pocket, he’s pulling out nothing but a frilly black garter.

Yours.

The very same one you’d “accidentally” slipped off in your chair after a meeting with him last month.

“Mmm—” He’s drinking back a few swallows of candied saliva once he brings the gauzy fabric up to his nose and sniffs. Long. Hard. The stuffy stall air notches up a few scorching degrees higher when Nanami curls his free digits around his bulky base and squeezes. “Bet that pretty pussy smells even s-sweeter.”

The thought only makes his slacked maw water even more guiltily. Bet you taste sweeter, too.

And like an animal, Nanami’s hunching his Herculean body over to spit out a steady stream of saliva right onto the bawling divot in the middle of his bloated cockhead. Watching it slosh in rivulets down his pulsing length.

Calloused thumb swiping over the weighty masses that top his filthy length like buttery icing. Biting back a whimper and tugging. He can’t stop.

“L-look how fucking hard y’got me–” He’s babbling away underneath his breath, clammy foreskin drawling up and down like adhesive with every roughened jerk. “All your fault hck! All your fucking- ptwah!” He gives himself another one, two, three more wads of excess spittle over his crownhead, taking a solid lick of your pretty garter. He breaks off with a pained mantra. “-fault.”

And shit, Nanami doesn’t know when he found himself acting like such a…pervert.  

But he blames you. Blames you and the way that thin lace of yours looks so sinful wrapped around his thick cock. Round n’ round coiling to massage every thickly inflated, lightning bolted vein-

“Hate how I’d never d-do this before-” He’s spilling out in throaty groans, swirling mahogany eyes widening at the sultry scratch of it up and down up and down his tender underside. With trembly fingerpads his smushing it all over the delicate curvature of his balls, “-before…you.”

And, shit, Nanami had a meeting in what- a few minutes? He can’t help but thinking about what his clients would think if they knew. What his employees would think. What you would think.

Would you…like it?

A muggy gust of air heaves out of his chest, sweat-slicked brows crinkling at the direction that those thoughts had just taken. Precum clinging onto his skin like adhesive, he fucks his fist like he’s angry.

He is - at you and every teasing touch of yours that makes every ounce of blood sprint down to his heavy cock. You, with your sunny smile and your eyes dazzling as if you weren’t just undressing him with your gaze. You, and your pretty outfits and stupidly sexy panties that make him run off right before important events-

“Gonna fucking- p-pay for this-” Nanami’s nose crinkles when he’s tugging his claggy white undershirt underneath his firmly grit teeth. Free hand straying to twirl little hearts over his puffy, bubblegum pink nipples, his tensed abs flex with every jerky buck. “-gonna- ngh-”

Gonna shove you down and make you feel just as needy as he is. Oh, Nanami’s thumbing underneath the heated line of his slippery slit, musing away just how much your clingy pussy would smooch it even better. 

“Wonder if I could ngh- fuck you stupid-” Nanami finds himself chuckling - chuckling. Low and crazed, plump lips twitching up at the sparks of bliss at the bottom of his abdomen. He was furious at you. “-would ya still be mouthy? Slutty? Ohhh, darling, I fuck you in every ngh- dream I have.”

And isn’t that what you wanted? What you’ve been driving him crazy for every since you stepped foot here? 

Joints in his wrist aching with that sloppy tempo, Nanami thinks he almost catches a rim of battered, stinging pink right where his fisted hand was hitting his toned abs. 

What he’d give to make your pretty pussy feel just as if she was his- what was it you call him? 

Ah, Nanami’s blossoming-red tip flinches as if being hit with a zillion volts of electricity as your words echo in his brain, his favorite melodic tune. His “work wife” was what you call yourself. 

“Tch, damn work- wife.” He’s murmuring, a blotchy blush taking over his handsome features - burning all the way up to the very tips of his ears. Fingers trawling faster and faster. Sloppier. He’s spraying out sheeny ropes of pre with every bruising pull off his swollen length. “Gonna show ya- gonna ngh- for how you make me- gonna make ya mine-”

“Kentooo? Are you in here?”

Fuck.

Without warning, Nanami’s teeth come latching harshly into his fist - he needs to. 

He has to, because just the mere notes of your voice from the other side of the door is enough for his ballooned balls to give a depraved pinch. Enough for him to cum.

Shit. Nanami’s head falls back against the wall, letting off strained gruffs around his flesh. 

A slow trickle of sweat beads down his temple at the sweltering splash of his undershirt being coated with vulgar cobwebs of thickly viscous seed - so much. Hot. 

And Nanami always did cum more whenever he thought of you - but this was almost too much. Such heaping volumes that it was like he couldn’t stop. Soaking your sopping garter, pooling out swashes of cum that formulate a sticky ring down his fingers. He’s leaking from his twitchy tip over n’ over-

“Fuck-” he’s hiccuping out, vision sparking with stars. He was too late - too entranced - to plug up his geysering orifice now for any semblance of order now. He hated how he was so weak for you. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck- fuck!” 

You really have corrupted him, because Nanami doesn’t feel even a single speck of shame when he leans even further against the door. Biting the insides of his cheek into silence, his ringing ears crane to hear just a syllable more of your tone-

God, he feels dirty.

But victorious. 

“Well, the meeting starts in a few minutes.” Nanami feels himself blush, he doesn’t give a single shit about some meeting - not when those words are enough for his aching cock to dredge out a few more ivory ounces that hit the tile with a deafening pap! “Hurry up, m’kay? It’ll be real boring without you, Ken—”

Minx. 

And Nanami doesn’t know what’s louder - the creaking shudder of the now-broken door hinges as you saunter out of the bathroom, or his beating heart.

Pulsing halfway out of his chest - not only at the fuzzy high of his orgasm, but at you. You, and those cute lil’ panties no doubtedly hidden away underneath your tight silken skirt. While you pretended to be all professional in the meeting that he is supposed to lead.

Dammit. Nanami’s head drops incredulously when his reddened cock gives another ravenous twitch. You were going to be the death of him.

.

.

.

You had no idea why everyone in the office was either scared senseless of your boss, Nanami Kento, or simply too intimidated by him to feel anything else. 

No one knew much. No one sought much.

But you knew that your self-proclaimed “work husband” was a gentle giant, surely - you’ve caught the way he silently comes into the building early with snacks for the break room, and leaves the latest personally finishing up documents he deems imperfect. What you simply didn’t understand was why no one else saw how hot he was.

Didn’t they see the absolute specimen of a man that towered around daily in tightly-fitted suits and perfectly combed blond hair? 

Those big, beefy arms, long lashes you’re almost jealous of, and regal features that dusted an innocent pink whenever you teased him too much. Always so worked up with the stress of running a company, that you couldn’t help but wonder if that would translate into bed.

Honestly, after years of men that disappointed and bored you - especially down there - could you really be blamed if you made things a little…unprofessional?

And you could tell that Nanami wasn’t complaining. 

Oh, he wasn’t complaining at all. 

No matter how much he’d falsely scowl or tut - you’d already “lost” one of your black garters, and you swear you saw just the slightest centimeter of it dangling from your boss’s pocket. 

The all-powerful CEO, but so weak for you.

What you really didn’t understand was why he didn’t take things to the next level.

You’d initially thought he would during your training period, whenever you’d stuck by him with your trusty notepad and tightest silky blouses that Nanami loved to pretend he wasn’t looking down. Always snapping his glassy eyes away after taking a long look at your bra, toying with his velveteen ties as if trying to choke either the hunger or the life out of him.

But when that came and ended, and you’d finally been awarded a permanent position, you finally got the chance to…have a little more fun.

Your favorite pastime was getting on your knees because of how oh-so-clumsy you are, brushing just past Nanami’s tersely bouncing knees. Lingering mere seconds longer when he presses his meaty thighs into you hotly.

“Oh?” It was like a little routine at this point, for you to faux gasp from your position on the floor as if you’d just noticed the touch. Each and every time. “My, how forward of you, work husband.”

Only to immediately get a choked-up groan of your name, and extra documents to finish by the time the work day was over. Worth it.

Because you had made the ever-stoic Nanami Kento blush. 

And the employee groupchat would text you about it for hours on end. Some swooning. Some skeptical. The rest of the office thought you were either very brave, incredibly slutty, or plain stupid. Possibly all three.

But seriously, you bite your lower lip to force down a giddy giggle when Nanami catches your winking eye for the nth time this past hour. Hastily looking back towards the hefty contract each n’ every time with a furiously grit jaw. He was so bad at pretending he didn’t want you.

Too bad you were getting impatient. 

“Right!” Comes the booming voice of a businessman that’d just secured a lucrative contract, you snap out of your whirlwind of thoughts when your client- President Higuruma from Kyoto Corporations, you think - stands up. Oh, the meeting was already over? “Now that the hard part is done, why don’t we all get the celebrations in, Kento old pal.”

They’d known each other a long time, you hear. And had apparently been rivals prior to forming this close relationship.

You think that your poor boss has never looked more grouchy than when he shrugs off Higuruma’s sociable hand off of one broad shoulder. Staring longingly at the clock that showed you’d all run way into evening overtime, “I’m not much of a partier myself, Hiromi.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, when you have a team as good as this, then you simply must treat them.” The other man sweeps his dark eyes across the room, resting ever-so-slightly on you. “Or else the pretty ladies here will think you’re boring.”

“I-” Oh, you should’ve gotten tips straight from Higuruma - because Nanami’s cheeks ruddy. Eyes narrowing at you, then darting to his friend, “-I’m terminating our contract.”

“And I’m taking you to crack open the good whiskey I know you hide in your second drawer.” To everyone’s shocked amusement, Higuruma lugs his all-new business partner bodily out of the door. Words carrying from the distance, “You know you never did tell me whether you got a padlock for that drawer because of me…”

You’re still careening towards the glassy door to hear more snippets of that conversation when suddenly you hear a loud SMACK!

It hits your ears right before it hits your senses that Shoko had turned over in her seat beside you and planted a harsh swat on your arm. Hissing at the ache, you’re huffing at her knowing smirk, “What if I’m into that?”

She snickers, giving you another resounding strike just for the sake of it. You really, really didn’t know why the two of you were friends-

“Oh, I bet our boss would know, then.”

Kidding, of course you knew. And you can’t stop yourselves from falling into your familiar old gossip, the rest of your coworkers listening in curiously be damned. “I wish. You should’ve seen the way he reacted when I fussed over his tie before this. Seriously, it’s not my fault it was crooked for once n’ he almost ran away.”

“Ran straight back into the bathrooms, you mean.” She’s wiggling her brows, stopping only when you tilt your head curiously. “Oh- shit, you didn’t know? I heard from Utahime who heard from Yaga who heard from Ijichi who went to the bathroom that uptight CEO Nanami here was almost late to the meeting because he was having a fun little him time in there.”

You hear yourself gasp- no-nonsense, sensible Nanami Kento? Touching himself in the bathroom? “That’s why he looked…so fucked out. No.” 

“Yes.” She nods seriously. “And you know what’s even better?”

“What?”

“Ijichi - who was hiding underneath the sink out of fear, by the way, pfft- claims he’d been holding onto a frilly black garter.” Pointing very blatantly at the practically skin-tight skirt you’d decided to wear today. “And I know someone who just-so-happened to ‘lose’ a black garter in the office.”

“What-” you’re sputtering out, not because of the accusation - no, Shoko knew all about that - but about the confirmation of your suspicions that Nanami really did have your lacy lil’ number. “But if he liked that so much then why doesn’t he make a move?”

Shoko crosses her arms with the wise air of someone that had just solved the answer to the meaning of life, and was intentionally being coy about it. “Don’t you realize that you have the perfect solution for that?”

“What?” Wow, you really were on an eloquent streak today. 

Just then, the heavy meeting room doors slide open - and in walks a sternly reluctant Nanami and Higuruma with too many dozens of prized alcohol. Said Higuruma who winks at you garishly- 

You glance at Shoko’s smile, the kind she gets when she’s about to cement a contract that would result in several lawsuits that she already knows your company would win. Oh. You get it. 

.

.

.

And so does Higuruma, apparently.

Because even though he might not know of your little plan, the man was more than happy to keep you company amongst the thrumming masses celebrating. 

Somehow, the entire department had been roped in and packed inside the sprawling meeting room. Mingling over dim lights and softly playing music from the corner of your impropmtu office party. 

Which worked out in your favor, surprisingly, as it gave you the opportunity to eye a stony-faced Nanami’s reaction - stood right next to you when you leaned against Higuruma with a wheezing laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really funny, President Higuruma?” You’re tittering out and, admittedly, his humor was amazing - but what was more interesting to you was the way that Nanami’s neat brows furrowed. 

“Mhm, you’ll just have to get used to that, sugar.” You swear you hear the glass in Nanami’s vice-like grip clink! Thickened digits, so easily powerful and tightening until his mountainous knuckles shone white. “After all, we’ll be working together to take care of some big packages now.”

You feel your lips curl up into a sleazy grin, eyes locked dead-set on Nanami’s own. “Yeah, I’m quite excited to be handling those big packages, actually.” 

Higuruma raises a brow, “S’that so?”

“Of course.” And if you inched in ever-so-slightly closer to him, if you let your voice dip saccharinely in honey, then Nanami couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing but spill out a sharp huff, mouth tightening into a harsh line across his pretty face. “I only hope they’re bigger than what Jujutsu Tech has currently been working with.”

“Oh yeah, much bigger.” Nanami looked positively like an explosion just waiting to go off, and you didn’t know whether it was slight fear or anticipation that made your thighs clench sinfully together. “This contract will be like nothing you’ve ever seen.”

“The bigger the better.”

You risk a glance downwards, just barely catching the way that your dear boss adjusts his sleek formal pants down near his thigh. Oh, lips parting, he was big, huh? Really big. 

And the quieter Nanami grew, the more talkative Higuruma became. More confident. “Pardon my forwardness, angel, but are we still talking business here?” And then comes the finishing blow - before you can blink, a strong arm latches onto your waist. “Because if we aren’t then-”

SLAM!

It’s all you can do to not shiver when you turn your gaze over to Nanami, who’d just clanged his half-full glass down on a nearby table. Veins bubbling with voltage from head to toe at the sheer metallic glint of something dangerous in his targeted gaze. 

Locked purely and utterly on you.

You can see the way his sharp jaw jumps with a furious tick. Fawny strands of blond curtaining over his furrowed brows, that slightly bumpy trail of his vein-

“I believe my employee is out of line, Hiromi.” Nanami bites out those words - sharp, and rugged. Piercing through your figure and sprinting right down to your heating core. The grin he gives you makes you shudder, “I will correct that.”

What? 

“Ken- ah!” You’re yelping when Nanami doesn’t give you the time for it to sink in, for you to even register anything other than the way his massive palm locks around your waist tightly. 

Doughy pads of his fingertips dig into the curvature of your hips, and you almost get whiplash at the tug of Nanami’s strong arms stealing you away from Higuruma’s touch. Tucking you into his blistering hot side, you think you feel dizzy with just how heady the combination of skin and cologne was. 

And then you leave - the both of you. Higuruma only calling after, stricken. 

You’re walking - or, at least, it feels like you’re walking. Almost on autopilot, you’re stuck on the firm set of Nanami’s jaw when he guides you briskly through the throngs of people. 

“Kento-”

“What now, darling?” Darling? He’s never ever called you that before. Never manhandled you with only one of his arms until you’re striding - running - down the familiar route to his richly-kept office. 

Oh.

Your own fingertips dig into the shimmering fabric of his fitted suit jacket, words coming out a little bit more breathless than you’d have liked. “Ken- sir, what are you-”

But, of course, Nanami Kento never let up that easy. Of course, he would never let you get the last word in if he had the chance. And tonight was all about chances. 

Whatever probing question dies in your throat when Nanami pauses - for a mere split-second - although it feels like hours in slow motion before he bends down and jostles you into a princess carry. Firm curves of his biceps digging underneath your thighs, a tender palm splays out across your back. 

Yet, the way that he’s staring deeply down at you is anything but.

“Oh, you know what the fuck I’m doing.” He wrenches out, vibrating you with the rumbling baritone that husks from his chest. So close that your own heartbeat matches with his fervent ba-dump! ba-dump! ba-dump! Each word just coated and dripping in something so raw that you barely even notice until after he weightlessly carries you past that familiar arching doorway. “It’s what you wanted, after all. Isn’t it?”

Dazed. Until the metallic click! of the door being locked by one of Nanami’s hands pull you out of your whirling thoughts.

He’s striding inside fast. Depravedly. 

“Is that jealousy I hear?” You sing-song, fingers trailing up to rub over his fuzzy undercut. And the moment you touch him, it’s like something in Nanami snaps. Something in him blinks…awake.

“Stop that.” 

Wasting with not a single nanosecond of hesitation before cupping his greedy palms on the squirming curve of your ass. He sneaks in a nice, long squeeze with one hand, the other facing down on the table in a long swipe to clatter down everything but that golden CEO Nanami nameplate onto the floor.

You suck in a sharp inhale when he splays you out like some spellbound slut on the cool surface of his mahogany office table. Unceremoniously. 

You’ve never seen him like…this.

He spanks his thick fingers along where your sinfully tight skirt was perking up to show off skin that makes Nanami’s mouth water. That makes him angle his head greedily for a flash of those very same pink panties that had him forgoing all duties earlier today. 

“Trying to make me fucking jealous. You forget your place, my love.” His index toys over the ribbony straps of your underwear. “I’ve been crazy for you since you stepped foot in this place. I’ve been yours.”

You, on the other hand, were still reeling to make your jumbling thoughts somewhat coherent. 

Rutting up into the merciless weight of his sculptured front pinning you down - Nanami’s body was feverish. So hot that it made your skin break out in a humid layer of perspiration, you felt so hot. You felt like you were melting already.

And his muscles, oh- even through a jacket, and that cotton button-up you so loved on him, he was so toned that you could count every delicious ridge of Nanami’s glissading abs. 

Rounded centers of your knees attach around his slender waist, you’re gasping at the firm plane of muscled obliques that welcome you. “N’ that’s what made you jealous? Heh- that’s so cute- mmpf-”

“Does it amuse you to break me, my love?” Nanami grapples two of his tough digits to smush your cheeks together, sultry leer piercing its way through his mask of fury. He growls, “To make me fucking furious?”

“Ngh- Kento—” The whimpers just won’t stop spilling from your lips, his gaze drilling into your eyes and falling straight to your drenching cunt. Your hips arch needily off of the icy cold wood to nudge your pussymound for more more more- “I- fuck-”

SMACK!

“Talk to me like a big girl.” He hisses, knotting his fingers around your tender throat so tight. Tight enough to drain you of the necessary volumes of air strangling in your throat, letting only a few weepy gurgles leave your mouth. Hard. “Ah ah, a big girl I said. If you can talking with fucking- President Higuruma, you can talk to me.”

“Want- want-” Your nails claw patterned lines that paint across Nanami’s muscular forearms. “I want you to kiss me, Kento.”

There. You’d said it. 

And Nanami’s smile was almost blinding.

He’s closing in the hypnotic inches until his plump lips hovered simple milimeters away from your puckered ones. Much too far for you, in your opinion. 

Fisting a single hand around Nanami’s sapphire collar, you’re dredging up your strength to finally pull him in for the kiss you’ve been waiting ages for at this point. Finally. Singing off a brief sigh at the heated proximity of his maw-

Only for Nanami to pull away.

“Wh-where are you going?” You’re mewling out, brows furrowing with the type of upset desperation that only Nanami was able to bring out in you. You needed him - and you needed him badly. 

But the only answer you get is the balmy breeze of his snickers clouding down your body, so scorching that it made flames of want zip down between your legs. And Nanami does kiss you - between the heaving valley of your chest, right underneath your left tit, your tummy- down, down, down.

Rip—!

There go your limited-edition fishnets - torn right with only a few tugs of Nanami’s carnal canines. Right with his mouth that burrows between the pliable hole he’d made between your legs. 

“Hm? What was that, darling?” He’s drawling away, shuffling until he was right between your legs. Until your big, bad boss was kneeling in front of you. “Oh! My sweet girl wants a little kiss, doesn’t she? How cuuute.”

Rutting up your hips, you just barely manage to get the edge of your slick-flooded thighs to stroke his dimpled cheek. Lips jutting out into a pout, “Yes- yes.”

“Too bad she didn’t earn it, hm? As if I’d kiss a mouth that flirted with another man in front of me- no matter how pretty. ” Nanami continues, like he didn’t even hear your pleas right now. Thank goodness you couldn’t see the way the cracking rawness to your voice made his pants so much tighter. 

There’s the stubborn schwf! of your skirt being pushed up in a rough tug. And it’s only once he turns his heart-eyed stare down between your legs that you realize. “So, guess m’just gonna hafta kiss you.”

He wasn’t talking to you. He was talking to your dripping cunt. 

No sooner does this realization hit, that Nanami’s eager kiss does too. A filthy, sodden French snog planted right through your soaked panties. 

Nodding along as if he was translating every slurp weaving its way from between your bloated folds. “Oh? What’s that you say? More?” 

He’s trawling the pointed edge of his nose up n’ down the your slippery slit, teeth nipping along the rubbery folds to make your entrance gush out slivery ropes of slick. You count exactly one smooch at your dripping base, two right where your pussymound was the pulpiest, and the final - longest and most lingering - on your throbbing clit. 

“See?” He hums, fleshy thumb outlining the slobbering fringe of your pussylips. Just peeking his manicured fingertip past your useless underwear, and inching backwards with a saturated squelch whenever you squirmed for more. Tease. “Now tha’s a good girl, she’d never flirt with another. You’re mine, right- all mine? Or- well-”

Your breath hitches when you feel the wet splatter! of a slimy clump of saliva striking your teary cunt dead-on. And Nanami’s thumb rolls over the sheeny glaze with such utter love, “Now you’re all mine.”

Your fingers sneak their way to tangle into Nanami’s mussed-up locks, pulling his sappy mouth even closer. So close that his curved chin hits your pussy with a wet plap! And the crisp whoosh of him drinking in your scent deeply has you whining, “Ken- more. More.”

Nanami growls and it’s almost feral. He’s knocking out a deafening mewl from your lips with a sharp, sultry spank exactly on the target of your pulsing clit. “More? More, huh?” Purposefully rovering the chilling band of one signet ring - holding it firmly down where your hole was leaking. “After you got this wet for Hiromi? Nice try.”

“This isn’t for Higu-”

Thwack! The hollowing noise of flesh meeting flesh sings out in your ears, every swat after swat being left on your pussy enough to make your head throw back helplessly. 

The sight of it only makes Nanami’s scouring fingers pry apart your gluey folds even wider, kissing every nook and cranny. Over and over. Taunting. “N’ now you’re talking about another hah- man when you’re w’me? I should fire you, darling.”

You already know he never would. 

But you can’t stop yourself from spilling out a string of swears anyway, “Th-this is all for- ngh-” Flinching bodily when he wraps the waterlogged remnants of your panties around one fist, ‘round and ‘round until your pussy was allll on shamefully display, and your delicate pink panties dig into your fleshy mounds. “-for you, Kento.”

And when Nanami pulls at the silky fabric with one hand, you’re dragged down across the table right with it. Till you were exactly where he wanted you.

“Correct.”

Your panties were in tatters now - and he tucks it away into his pocket with a wink. For later. “Hate these slutty fucking panties. Wanted them off every fucking time.”

Swiping away the syrupy trickle of saliva overspilling from his mouth, Nanami’s instantly surging over to connect his lips with your puffy ones. Groaning out a throat mmmm– the moment that candied flavor sugarcoats his lips.

The most lecherous squelches! speak across all four corners of his decadent office when Nanami handlessly tilts his head to let his scratchy tastebuds maze through your weepy pussy. 

He doesn’t even care that he’s getting the frames of his glasses all messy. Swirling out slow circles around the elastic ring of your entrance, before pumping inches in-

“Fuck-” You’re squealing, throat clogging with a leaden ball the moment he’s contracting his tongue to stretch your entrance out wiiidely agape. In and out until your rubbery hole was tenderizing to his ravenous shape and texture, “-fuck just like ngh- that.”

“Oh yeahh? You like this, huh?” Meeting Nanami’s gaze from between your cracked-open legs results in shockwaves all over your body. Because his molten gaze was gleaming - practically glowing. “Getting so turned on s’like you’re a ngh- damn waterpark. Think anyone else could get you this f-fuck- soaked?”

And you couldn’t even hide it just how aroused you were. Just how close. 

Wiry ropes of your webbed slick clings onto Nanami’s mouth with each soppy plap of his mouth clashing onto your cunt. Harder. Fucking you with his tongue just the way his thick cock was aching to do right now-

SMACK!

“Mmm sweet girl, makin’ such a mess. Answer me.” He spits into your syrupy pussy, urging out a few fresh waves of slick that laminate his fat digits in pure gloss. A gloss that he sucks up happily.

“You-”

He doesn’t even let you finish. Because you were so adorable being eaten out until you were stupid, none of that usual flirty snark present when he was making out with your cunt like a man parched. 

Swirling out tiny hearts on your clit with the mushy tips of his fingertips, he yearns to skim the perked edge of his tongue all over your gummy walls. Bumping into every delicate orifice, Nanami’s free fingers fly down to trace your tight ring of muscle. “Oh yeah?”

“O-only you–” Your blubbers are so adorable, mouth loosened into an oh! yet the only thing coming out of it are repeated shrills of Kento! How cute, Nanami can only hope that these walls aren’t thick enough that those outside won’t hear. He wants them to. “-only you can make me so- ngh-”

“Shy, darling?” He sounded so painfully pussydrunk right now. Rouge blush burning, gazing up at you heavily shuttered eyes, a maw that was drooling more and more with every lapping snog placed on your slobbering pussy. “What happened to my flirty girl?”

His flirty girl. 

Shit- the words themselves affect him just as much as they do you. Nanami’s muscular thighs manspread even wider with just how fat his painfully hard cockhead was bloated. Close. It’s so sloppy how he quickens his pace to toy with the button of your clit.

His, all struggling to get out the words from your mouth - battling with your heavy tongue to get out a keening- “You. Yours. Hngh- Only y-you can make me feel like this. M-make me feel so hck! close, Kento.” 

His perfect girl.

“Ohhh, say that again. Dunno if I quite believe that.” He groans, budging your thighs over to suffocate his head even deeper, god, he knows that he could pass out right here and still be the most content man on Earth. Holding your ankles behind his hand with a second hand, you can’t help but ogle the rippling bulge of his biceps. “Lock them.” Your tangling motions were limp - weak. But Nanami finds himself grinning anyway, holding you in place tightly, he’s doubly stuffing in two digits past your slicked entrance. “Say my name.”

“Ken- Kento?”

Piling upon wads and wads of stringy cum that sprinkle all over your thighs, just the striking sensation is enough for you to see stars. Enough to gasp when his probing digits pillage your gooey depths, “Again.”

“Kento.”

And of course, Nanami Kento wasn’t a merciless man. Mean. Filthy with just how much he’s clacking his jaw to grind into the supple rim of your, your knee bounces up even higher at the taut spring of something hot pooling in your tummy. 

He could tell. Oh, he could tell. 

You were always so adorably readable - especially with your wobbling lips, and those crinkling beads of tears spilling over from the corners of your eyes. Mumbling, “Kentooo-!”

And all he really had to do was pound a battery swipe along your sweltering walls, deeply. Skidding right across where he knew your magical g-spot would be. He’s giving your perky clit not one - hell, not even two - but three solid pinches on your sensitive hood. Hard. 

The babbling words “C-cumming-” are barely starting syllables out of your mouth before it crashes into you headfirst. 

You feel like you’re being run over with such waves of bliss, pupils sliding allll the way into the back of your scrunched lids. 

The wooden desk trills out a ringing creak! when you arch your spine into the perfect semi-circle, dragging Nanami’s mouth all over each and every crevice of your quivering cunt. Riding out your high in long sloppy drags. 

Using him. And how Nanami loved to be used by you.

“Yeah- yeah yeah—” Holding your gaze fatally, you can only watch as the pearly beads spraying from your cunt drip the long trailway down to hit the back of his throat. Your fingertips dig into his scalp, mushing his face even closer, “-cum. Cum all over m’face, my love. Make a fucking mess of me.”

You swear that Nanami’s voice was shattering into a whimper towards the very end. Prominent Adam’s apple bobbing with every greedy gulp, and he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop.

Not even when your sparking high fades out into nothingness, not even when that white-hot pleasure formulates into something sensitive. Almost painful. Gasping out a sharp ah! with every drag of Nanami’s tongue over your too-tender cunt. 

“S-sensitive-” You’re mewling, desperately trying to push on his blond head. Stacks of sweat-dampened hair plastering across your palm, “Ken- Ken, m’too sensitive.”

“Tch.” He’s panting, eyes latching on instead to your glistening pussy - all pretty with trickling layers of sweet, sweet juices and his saliva. What a mess he’s made. He swears he can spot a darkening patch oozing out all over the desk. 

Nanami rubs his fleshy thumb over the tantalizing curve of your pussymound just a few repeated times, “Let me ask her- hm, wanna let me ah- go? Ready to say goodbye, darling?”

And whatever slurring squelches that emanate from your soppy lips speak to him. Enough so that he finds himself nodding mindlessly, “Fine then.” Planting an exaggerated mwah! on your clit, “I’ll see you later, m’kay?” 

He was so gentle kissing your pussy goodbye - but so, so mean manhandling you off of the desk. In a singular fluid motion, scooping you up with two beefy arms underneath your legs and falling back into the CEO’s cushy chair.

“O-oh.” You find your thighs straddling his sculpted hips, hands falling precariously on top of his bulging deltoids. What a feast Nanami Kento was. 

He barely even had to try to make your hips grind in a jerky up and down on his too-tight bulge. Splotching out gluey patches of slick wherever your driveling lips were hitting. Nanami counts exactly six slippery streaks before he grabs your throat and pulls-

“Think ya earned it now.” He hisses through a simpering groan. You’re so pliable like this - so open to being dragged into a filthy, filthy kiss. “Mm- might just be my favorite ngh- lipgloss on ya.”

You’re smacking at the curvaceous valley between Nanami’s pecs - nothing more than kittenish pecks for him, “That- that’s so filthy, Ken.”

Skin dappling with a second skin of goosebumps with every inch exposed to the heady air, he’s unbuttoning your blouse slowly. Lazily. Pop! Pop! Pop! Taking his precious time to watch every minute huff and puff you cloud out. 

“Oh, darling.” Bursting out a bout of laughter that hits you to your very core as soon as your top and bra hit the polished floor. Nanami tilts back in his seat sexily, angling you to take up even more space on the comfortable seat of his lap - his thick, outlined bulge. “We haven’t even gotten started.”

Fuck.

He pants, “Hated these slutty skirts- fuck- made me almost call HR because you looked so- beautiful.” With your skirt soon shed, you’re suddenly reeling with the realization that you’re the only one naked right now. “Better with them off.”

Never one to fall behind, you can’t help but tumble your greedy digits downwards. Mouth lathering with a sloshing wave of greed as soon as your fingertips skim the rock-hard tent struggling in Nanami’s pants.

“Fuck- greedy girl.” At this point, it’s as if the exact measurements of Nanami’s hand were branded into the mounded flesh of your ass. Because each spank has you crying, “Don’t you worry now, m’gonna fuck that ngh- feisty mouth shut soon, but for now…”

You’re left hanging, waiting on where Nanami’s drawling words would take you next. 

But it just-so-happened that you didn’t have to wait. Didn’t have to register anything but the way that he’s tugging down his too-tight pants and boxers just enough-

“Oh my-” You gasp at the sight below you, blinking your weighty lids just a few times to make sure that you weren’t imagining things. Because, sure, on those lonely nights you’d imagined Nanami to be big - but this was just ridiculous. “-Ken, you’re so-”

Big package for sure.

“H-heh.” He preens, wrenching down the velvety fabric until it looped halfway down the padded meat of his thighs. “Don’t act so cockdrunk, my love- s’only gonna make me ngh bigger.”

Roaming five dexterous fingers to grasp his bulky base, the rest of Nanami’s nine- no, ten inches drip down needy gumdrops of pre onto your hand. He was long, girthy - blushed on his swollen mushroom tip a pretty cerise pink that matched your ruined panties. 

“Wan’ you inside me.” You’re purring out, and Nanami’s heart races as he catches a few glimpses of that complete and utter tease you usually are. You swipe your thumb over the syrupy top coating of precum on his tip, plugging it into Nanami’s mouth.

Well, he might be the boss - but not in here.

After all, who was he to go against anything his pretty girl said? 

“Mmm- s’that so?” He’s suckling right on your doughy pads, fringes of his neat teeth nipping your flesh. Looking you right in the eyes while leaving a few streaky smears across your drooling slit, up and down. Golden blond lashes so long they flutter against the flushed apples of his cheeks, “Gimme a kiss first, my girl.”

So sweet.

Or so you thought.

Because you’d just inched your allured body closer to give him what he wanted. Digging your rounded knees into the sides of his body to just let your pursed lips brush in an innocent, innocent skim across his kiss-bitten ones- 

Before Nanami wraps his hand around your throat and tilts your head back to let himself spit. Just seconds before nudging apart your sticky folds and pushing in-

“Ah!” Your eyes sprint between snapping open in sheer shock, and screwing tightly shut at the pure stretch. The tightness. You could almost hear the elastic creak of your weepy entrance being pulled to its very limits around Nanami’s globed tip. “O-oh my god-”

“Shhhh you can take it, good girl- my good girl.” He’s thumbing away the purposeful spatteres that decorate the sagging edges of your lips. Rounded centers of his fingertips sinking in tight around your throat, “Mmm- s’this a big enough package for ya?”

It’s an uphill battle to force your lids to shutter open, only to peer into Nanami’s glassy eyes to see that yeah, there was still a glint of raw jealousy in them. Still. 

Your hand dips its way down to swipe open your dewy pussylips, rubbing over the most tender spots on your drooling cunt when your hips stutter down inch by fucking inch. 

Splitting your tight orifice in half with his vast cylindrical cock, every wild rut that pumps Nanami even deeper makes you dizzy. Your ajar maw spilling with drool while he fucks himself furiously harder and harder and-

Head lolling over into the clammy crook of his shoulder, your tongue licks up a long stripe along his neck. “Ngh- s-so fucking big– Don’t know if I c-can take it.”

“Now now.” With a rude spank! your fingers are swatted away meanly, Nanami’s own taking over in its place. Not to do the job - just to toy with the buzzing nub of your clit while he pumped you snugly full of his never-ending shaft. “Move that hand, lemme see my girl’s hah- pussy take my big fuckin’ cock.”

Salty tears spring to your eyes and end up dripping onto Nanami’s awaiting tongue, voice laced with something primal. “Poor baby, getting nervous. Don’tcha remember what you told Hiromi?” You did. “The bigger the better?” You remember. “So buckle up n’ take it like a good girl now, my love.”

Your answer is nothing but a half-lucid nod, “Y-yes, Ken-” 

“Hm?” He pinches your clit. A warning. 

“Sir.”

“Atta girl.”

And then Nanami’s bottomed-up, his hefted base sagging against your sopping wet lips, globular swell of his breeder balls nestling up behind your cunt in a congratulatory smooch. And he was kissing your other lips just the same.

Leaving wet swabs that decorate your pulpy cervix in translucent streams, you’re squealing after each n’ every fat thud! of Nanami’s rotund cockhead mushing into your gooey depths. Probing veins massaging you incessantly.

He couldn’t get enough.

“Atta girl-” He’s snickering into your mouth, pounding and pounding even more despite the clingy push of your pussy. Despite the way that he can’t even go any deeper - his cock was still aching for more. To strike the bullseye of your womb. “O-ohhh atta giiirl. Open wiiiide f’me.”

Like a mantra. You weren’t any more coherent, with your words garbling out over every leathery creak! of the pristine office chair. “Loud- g-gonna be loud, Kento.”

“I don’t care.” Nanami spits out immediately, leaving a heavy-duty swat on your bulging pussy folds as if to ask why should you care, too? He had such a way of speaking to you with his body, rendering you speechless after only a few seconds in the presence of his vicious tempo. “Let them hear, they couldn’t fuck you like this. Let them know hck! wh-who makes this slutty cunt feel so good.”

And it wasn’t a question, but you’re answering anyway. Looping your boneless arms around the expanse of Nanami’s broad shoulders, your limbs stick to the sweat-drenched fabric of his button-up and you huff. 

“You- need you to-” You’re murmuring away, numb tips of your fingers fumbling with his pearly buttons. Two seconds away from ripping this damn shirt off of him, “-need to see you.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s letting his top fly open to reveal what looks like yard upon yards of smooth, sculptured skin. Shiny with a glimmery sheen of humid perspiration and slick - puddling from your weepy cunt at the way that Nanami was so sexy. All jiggling pecs and abs for days, you find your pussy gulping his length up n’ down even faster. Nipping along bites that redden his flesh prettily, “Woah- Really are a slut, my love. N’ I fucking love it.”

Nanami was always such a possessive man, one hand latched onto the side of your waist and helping you stumble along with every pap! The other wandering down to pat that proud curve where your cozy hole was being overstuffed with his fat cock, before traipsing up to your clit-

“Mmm– gonna have everyone know.” He’s biting down on his bottom lip, looking up at you through teary lashes. Tapping your clit, “Say my name, my love.”

“Ken-”

“Louder.”

“Ken!”

The chair bustles with every jerk, and the unsteady motions only have Nanami driving even deeper. “Mmm- now say his name-” He’s settling your mouth open with another clump of saliva, kissing away the smearing excess. “-say his name. Say Higuruma-”

But it was no use. The only thing your mouth seemed to be able to form into was a loud Ken. Just as he’d wanted. Just as what makes him chuckle, “Gonna fuck you s-so good that fucking Hiromi s’gonna know from a mile away.”

Ohhh, how he loved that cute lil’ thought. 

He was certainly jackhammering you like it, motioning your hips into eager gyrations even faster than your fatigued legs could handle. Practically carrying you through every claggy slap of skin-on-skin, Nanami’s tensed core burns with the friction. 

But he doesn’t care. Doesn’t even burn the sting of anything other than the way his sensitively enlarged balls were papping against your skin. Painting sweet, sweet bruises for days. 

“Would ya like that?” He’s mindlessly babbling away, and even through his hooded eyes you could tell that Nanami was completely pussydrunk. He wasn’t even circling your clit now - he was writing out on top a rapid K-E-N-T-O. Gone. Ruined. Rolling his hips in sloppy bucks, “Wan’ me ta fuck you until everyone knows?”

You’re nodding. Nodding and nodding away, and Nanami thinks this can’t get any better. You’re so gorgeous when you’re fucked dumb like this, who knew his office tease would be so…pliant?

He’s already in heaven with each saturated slip n’ slide massaging your weeping orifices. Angling his hips ever-so-slightly to the side to feel more of you-

That’s when he hits it.

That spot. 

And oh, Nanami thinks he could cum right then and there with the way your slicked walls kiss his length in a lingering smooch. Just as lovers do. 

“There-” you’re mumbling out, your lips leaving tiny pecks across the grinning corners of his lips. But you didn’t even have to start for him to already be bouncing you with the target of exact, precise strikes to your g-spot. Spotting steamy splotches of parched precum over that bulging spot, “R-right there, Ken- don’t miss don’t miss.”

“Would never fuckin’ imagine.” He has the audacity to roll his eyes. 

You believed him - just as much as you believed in the flurries of stars bursting countlessly behind your eyes. Hushing out, “M’close, Kento- gonna cum- fuck m’gonna cum.”

How could you not be close when he’s back to his favorite hobby that makes you squirm - pinching your throbbing clit right in time with the long, long lines his battering tip glides across your sweet spot. Ending allll the way back at your cervix. “Mhm, gonna make you cum on m’fucking cock. Hafta l-let those fucking ngh- losers know whose pretty pussy this is.”

And once the ever-stoic Nanami starts babbling, it’s like he can’t stop. 

“Mine-” Sucking on your bruised lower lip like his favorite candy. “Mine.” Twice. “Mine.” Thrice. He’s fucking you like he’d die if he slowed down right now, massaging your rubbery entrance deliriously raw. Teeth grit the closer and closer he inched himself, “Gonna let Hiromi know. Gonna let Ijichi know- Shoko- fucking Ino who w-was making eyes at my girl. My wife.”

You’re gasping, “W-wife?” And it seemed like such a highly tense moment to finally accept you as his work wife. That is, before-

“Mhm—” And there’s no regret, none of that usual shyness in Nanami’s eyes as he fucks you with deep eye contact. Thumb finishing off drawing a final KENTO on your clit, “Better know that m’gonna buy you th-the biggest fucking diamond you’ve ever seen, my love.”

Maybe it’s the way that he’s so serious. Maybe it’s the drilling pace of his thumping cock. Or maybe it’s just Nanami himself; boring up at you through droopy eyes and foggy glasses, a delirious smile plastered all over his face while he rammed you to your orgasm.

Fat tears collecting on your waterline, your vision blurs with just how intense of an orgasm he’s wrenching out of you. You swear it’s the best you’ve had in years - maybe even in your entire life.

“F-fuuuuck–” Your fingers drag unorganized lines all over his smooth shoulders, making it out as if he’d just been attacked by wild cats - but it’s just you. You and your sappy folds milking Nanami’s very soul, hot puffs of condensed breath hitting his craned neck when you lean in. “A-all for you, Kento.”

And the exact moment Nanami feels your lips descend upon his skin to suck - the exact moment he realizes that you’re marking him - his breath strangles in a gasp. 

“Darling- darling.” He’s panting out, shivering fingers setting the soft spots of your cunt free to get a good grope of your ass. To muster all his fucked-out strength to whack your pussy against his sharp hipbones with a resounding pap! “Oh, darling m’cumming- fuck- better take every drop now.”

But it was impossible to.

Because Nanami was cumming so much - even more than he had in the bathroom just hours earlier. Torrenting out sticky webs of seed that glue your walls feebly together and scratch such a primal urge inside you to have him fill you up.

He’s fighting to keep his head from throwing back, blinking away the sparks that bolt behind his eyes to drink in the sight down below. 

In awe at just how much of it was overspilling in ivory ribbons from the stretched-out ends of your sodden slit. Stretching thickly over his bulked base in a buttery ring, it’s so messy that he’s barely thinking before smearing over the wadded mess.

“Ken- mmpf-” Your mouth falters as soon as he stuffs in the glazed-over tips of his fingers, swirling around a slow circle inside your unhinged maw. He already knows this is going to be good. “Want more.”

More.

More.

Here you were - stuffed until your poor pussy couldn’t even handle just how much cum Nanami was still fucking into you. Spraying out a fountain of creamy globs with every pressurized thrust planted on your pussy - and you still wanted more?

Something flashes behind Nanami’s eyes.

And before you know it, you’re whimpering at the loss of his girthy inches weighing down in your cunt. There’s a saccharine fwop! followed by the slosh of trickling cum when Nanami pulls out, “C-come back.”

With a ringed finger plugging up your geysering hole from losing any precious ounces, Nanami carries you over to that familiar office desk in a single stride. Splaying you out - manhandling you - with ease until you were bent over the cool surface. 

Your cheek being pushed into the currently saliva-soaked wood, wrangling hands instantly tied behind your back with something silky - fuck, Nanami’s tie. Your cunt once more stuffed to the very brim with all of his throbbing cock. 

He’s leveraging the little restraint to jostle your hips ever-deeper. You’re squealing at that stretch - one you’re sure you’d never get used to. “K-Kento, sir–”

“Shhh, my love.” You hear in throaty groans from above you, and Nanami’s muscular weight pinning down your body makes you even wetter. As if he was just melting his abs into your curved back, smearing back n’ forth in tiny smudges after he starts pushing- “Say another word n’ m’gonna get ya pregnant- then they’ll really know you’re mine.”

.

.

.

It’s not like Nanami Kento to ever be late to a meeting.

Given, there was that one time a year ago when he’d almost been late before an important contract discussion with Kyoto Enterprises. But thirty five whole minutes late to a meeting? 

Well, that was unheard of. Impossible, really.

And Shoko finds herself sighing, tapping her nails impatiently on the glass table. Honestly, there were so many better things she could be doing with her time than waiting for her mystery of a boss. And - just her luck - you weren’t here today to distract from the boredom of corporate life, either. 

The universe is against her, really. 

“Oi, Ijichi–” She calls out to the fidgeting man seated across from her - and she doesn’t know whether he jumps because everyone on the team is on edge, or simply because this is Ijichi. “Five more minutes, then we file a missing persons report.”

“I-I am sure Mr. Nanami is ah- fine-” He pushed up his dangerously low glasses, muttering underneath his breath. “...hopefully.”

“I think we should go with the missing persons report.” Higuruma pipes up from one end of the room, the man had become a much-loved addition to this department since the contract. “Because I hate to say it, but the man has no life. There’s no reason for him to just-”

SLAM!

“My apologies, I’m late.” Nanami pants out into a silence that could only be caused by the object of your conversation suddenly intruding. A blur of impeccable suits and blond hair. 

Well, Shoko couldn’t see his face properly from the way he was hunched over to catch his breath like that - but she was glad he seemed unharmed.

Or, at least, that’s what she thought.

Because then Nanami stands up properly.

And honestly, she doesn’t know what makes her heart stop more. The fact that Nanami Kento arrived late to a meeting - or that he arrived late to a meeting with lipstick stains all over his lips, his jawline, his neck. And- and were those hickeys bruising his neck?

The coffee cup in her hand falls, and it’s not the only one. Surely, this had to be a prank- wait, does her boss even know what that is?

Still thinking it’s some strange practical joke, she’s squinting to get a closer look at the strangely familiar color of that lipstick. That- shit, wasn’t that your favorite shade?

Nanami snaps his head to Shoko the very moment she says your name - almost as if a form of experimentation. Before looking down at himself and finally - finally - seeing the state he was in. He sighs, fond. “Ah, my apologies again. My beautiful wife held me up, and I forgot to check if she left marks.”

Wife. 

Higurua drawls out the question striking through everyone’s mind right now. “What. The. Fuck.” 

And Ijichi squeaks out the second most striking question, “W-wife? D-do you mean your w-work wife, Mr. Nanami?”

“No.” He’s tilting his head in confusion, as if there was any possibility of anything else otherwise. Pulling out a glinting golden band hung around a simple chain from underneath his suit. A wedding ring. With your name engraved. “My wife wife.”

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

Plagiarism not authorized.

[smoothestkriminal]

Heh…

[smoothestkriminal]

HI GUYS SO I NEED A FAVOUR OR JUST HELP

There was this like fic I was reading I’m not sure who it’s by and I have been searching for it for the past day.

It’s here on tumblr and it’s a fic where

Pstar gojo and geto are your roommates and last time where I left off in it was they stole readers car and they drove off to her place of work to pick her up with her car and she doesn’t know they took her car.

I really wanna find this fic so much help please

I appreciate it!!!!

Mwa

[barnesmoons]

how i feel as a certified FREAK knowing it’s finally kinktober:

[smoothestkriminal]

More than a feeeelinnnn

More than a feelin

[smoothestkriminal]

“Need a ride?”

Happy kinktober guyz ;P

All art credits to; @yunonoai on TikTok.

I do not own the art at all.

I repeatedly jammed the key into the ignition and twisted hard.

Rrrr-rrr-rrr—chug-chug—pfft.

The engine hiccupped in the underground parking lot, skipped, then died with a choking wheeze, the echo still ringing faintly.

"Come on, just one last time, please-“

The engine gave a half-hearted whine, like a smoker coughing through a final cigarette. It caught once — a juddering burst of motion — then faltered into silence, the smell of gasoline hanging heavy in the air.

“Sigh….”

I slam my forehead against the horn of the wheel- it doesn’t go off though cause my stupid beat up car won’t start.

“Why now. Why when I have an opportunity to finally show my talents…”

Knock knock

“Huh? Oh-“

I look over out the window to see my next door neighbour knocking on my window with an intrigued face painted on his head. Not this, anything but this.. I hate that guy! Always blasting his music too loud late at night, leaving his trash all over the hallways- and don’t even get me started on the significantly noisy moans coming from his side of the thin walls that divide us. Wonder how many girls Hes coaxed into coming home with him on that noisy motorcycle he constantly rides. At this point I can just cancel my subscription to my hubsite cause why in gods name would I need it when I can get all of it for free next door. -Not that.. I have one that is…

Ahem- what was I saying? Oh yes- I hate him.

Thud

A giant hand fell onto my car window while the other hand of his tells me to open the car door.

“Yes, Can I help you Mr Sylus?”

“I think I can help you doll. Looks like you got some car trouble there.”

“Good for you you have a very keen observation.” Yes I do, I knew it was bound to happen some time this week I didn’t anticipate it would happen this soon.

“Damn. Darn shame- well I was just doing some work on my bike. It’s all good to go I was actually just ‘bout to take a cruise.”

“Yes, cause it is completely normal to work on a motorcycle at 6 in the morning.”

He lets out a dry laugh with a smirk painted on his face as he turns back to his parking spot and grabs a small raggedy towel wiping sweat on the back of his neck. He turns back to me with a puzzled expression on his face as he considers his next words carefully.

“Need a ride?”

I think for Moment. I open my mouth to say no then glance at my dingy car that won’t start. Then at my bag of charts and supplies- then at sylus- then at his motorcycle- then at my car again. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I’m really about to give into this? I’m desperate honestly I really need this gig and if it works out it’s good for me- I’m also not in the mood to take the subway when the buckets are at a high right now. Just last week one tried to garb ahold me saying Hes got 20 bucks waiting for me back at his spot.

“Hello? Miss you there?”

You know what I really shouldn’t judge when I’m one missed rent away from ending up like one of them.

“Sure, it’s pretty far, I have to make it to #### by 7:30. Think your up for it?

“I never turn down nothing sweetheart, you should know that since you hear my, ‘activities’ in the bedroom frequently huh?”

Atleast the bastards self aware..

“There is no reason to bring that up sir.”

A smirk forms on his face as he turns over to his bike to grab a black leather jacket. He turns back to me still in my car with the door wide open, not breaking eye contact for even a second he slips it on with that smirk painted permanent.

He hands me a helmet, I grab it and inspect it and to my not surprise I find a blond strand of hair. I hold it up infront of him with a unphased expression, he shrugs and sits on to his bike putting his own helmet on.

I grab my bag and sling it on. I sit on the bike behind him and put the helmet on. I can’t seem to ease on the bike it feel like my knees are too far from my hip cause the seats so wide and next thing I know his hands grab ahold of my hips and pull me closer. He looks back and I know his face is covered from the tint and glare but I just know his face is plastered with that same smirk from before.

I hate to admit it although this position, I do feel much more comfortable.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just don’t pull any tricks, I’m afraid I’ll fall off…”

“Ye’ ever been on a bike doll?”

“No, never. The bike I’ve been on was those toy ones at the arcade.”

“Yeahh, this is not like those… hold on tight-“

The engine starts up, echoing the parking garage and he ups the kickstand.

“Wait- I change my mind?! I think?!”

“Too late sweetie!” He yells outloud.

The exhaust throttles as we move backwards to exit. Shit- should I have agreed??? Maybe the bucktees aren’t that bad I can survive…

We pull onto the road and the familiar bustling from the city is still there like it always it, not a moment here is there ever quiet. It usually is muffled from being inside my car and my music when I’m out driving, but like this- raw and eccentric no barrier between the various noises it feel calming? In a way.

I really don’t wanna put my arms around his waist. I wouldn’t dream of giving him that pleasure thinking I’ve “succumbed” to his will.

But God this bike is fast..

The city lights blur into streaks of gold and silver, the morning wind clawing at my hair and tugging at my jacket. My bag thumps against my hip with every sharp turn, my heartbeat matching the engine’s roar. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, stubbornly keeping my hands fisted at my sides instead of wrapping around his waist.

“Careful back there, sweetheart,” Sylus shouts over his shoulder, voice thick with amusement. “You grip the seat like that, you’ll be airborne the second I really open her up.”

“I’ll take my chances!” I yell back, though my voice cracks halfway through the sentence as he suddenly leans into the next turn. My body lurches, my balance slipping, and instinct betrays me—I grab onto him.

And he feels solid. Hard muscle under the leather, radiating warmth even through the barrier of fabric. He chuckles low, the sound swallowed by the engine, but I feel the vibration of it beneath my palms.

“That’s better,” tilting his head just enough that I catch the glint of his grin through the visor. “Knew you’d come around to holding me eventually.” A slight whisper

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snap, but my words are muffled against his shoulder, my chest now pressed flush against his back. The bike hums between my thighs, the rhythm oddly intoxicating, and I realize with a jolt of heat in my stomach that I’m clutching him tighter than I need to.

He slows at a red light, the sudden stop jolting me forward. His hand leaves the throttle for a brief, daring moment and curls over mine where I grip his jacket. His fingers squeeze lightly, deliberately, sending a shiver racing up my arm.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low enough that I almost miss it over the engine. “I’ve got you.”

And he does. Too much, maybe.

The light changes. The bike surges forward again, and this time I don’t bother fighting it—I wrap my arms fully around his waist, cheek brushing against his leather-clad back. His body stiffens for a second, then relaxes, and I swear I feel him smirk.

The city rushes past in a blur, but all I can focus on is the heat building between us, the way my thighs press closer with each acceleration. I tell myself it’s for balance, that it’s just survival instinct. But the way Sylus leans back slightly, letting my body mold tighter against his, makes me wonder if he knows exactly what game he’s playing.

And worse—if I’m starting to want to play it too.

The bike eats up the streets, and soon the concrete jungle thins out into quieter roads. The hum of the engine, the wind whipping past my ears, and the steady beat of his heartbeat under my palms—it all blurs into something strangely hypnotic.

He takes a turn too sharp, and I yelp, burying my face against his back without thinking. He laughs—God, that laugh—and I can feel it rumble through his chest.

“You’re adorable when you’re scared,” he calls over the roar of the wind.

“I’m not scared,” I lie, clinging tighter.

“Mmhm. Sure, doll. Grip me any tighter and I’ll start thinking you like it back there.”

I grit my teeth, ready with a sharp retort, but nothing comes out. Because he’s right. The vibrations of the bike under me, the way my thighs are pressed around him, the solid heat of his body… it’s messing with my head.

By the time we pull up to a stop near an empty overlook, my hands feel like they’ve fused to him. The sun is crawling higher, painting the city skyline in shades of copper and gold. He kills the engine, and the sudden silence is deafening.

I peel myself off him reluctantly, helmet still on, heart racing. “This… isn’t my job site.”

He swings one long leg over the bike and stands, tugging his helmet off with a shake of his hair. That damn smirk is plastered on his lips. “Detour. Figured you could use a breather before whatever fancy gig you’re running to.”

“I don’t have time for detours,” I snap, but my legs feel wobbly as I step off the bike.

He leans against it casually, arms crossed, watching me with that infuriating, hungry look. “Relax. You’ve got time for five minutes.” His gaze lingers a little too long on the way I tug the helmet off and shake my hair out.

The silence stretches, thick with tension. I should walk away. I should. But instead, my traitorous mouth blurts, “Do you take all your neighbors on joyrides, or just the ones who complain about your noise?”

His smirk deepens. “Just the ones worth the noise.”

Heat licks up my neck, and my pulse betrays. I fold my arms, trying to look unimpressed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” he says, pushing off the bike and closing the distance between us in slow, deliberate steps. His height swallows me up, his presence overwhelming. “But you’re still here,”

I open my mouth to argue, but the words die as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice a low growl. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now, and I’ll drive you straight to your job without another word.”

My breath hitches. My body screams yes, even as my brain screams no. The smart thing would be to push him away. Instead, my fingers twitch at my sides.

“You’re… insufferable,” I whisper, but it comes out shaky.

“Not what I asked.”

I finally look up at him, ready to throw some sarcastic jab, but his eyes—dark, intense, locked on mine—steal the fight out of me. And then his mouth is on mine.

It starts slow, like he’s testing the waters, his lips dragging against mine with lazy confidence. But the second I tilt my chin up and press back, something snaps. His hand cups my jaw, rough thumb grazing my cheek as his tongue parts my lips. The taste of him—smoke, leather, something sharp—makes my knees weak.

The kiss turns hot, messy, and I find myself fisting his jacket, pulling him closer. His other hand grips my hip, dragging me flush against the solid wall of his body. The vibrations I’d felt from the bike are nothing compared to the low growl that rumbles out of his chest as I melt into him.

When he finally breaks away, his lips swollen, his breath hot against my cheek, he murmurs, “you don’t know how long I waited for you to notice me.”

My head spins, heat pooling low in my belly.

And before I can stop myself, I whisper back, “kiss me again.”

He grins like he’s won the lottery, and then he does exactly that—harder this time, hungrier, until all thoughts of cars and jobs and hating him vanish into the blur of teeth, lips, and hands that don’t know where to stop.

He tilts me back against the bike, caging me in with his body. The cool metal of the frame digs into my spine, but all I can focus on is the solid warmth pinning me in place, his thigh pressing between mine. My pulse hammers in my ears as his hand skims under my shirt, calloused fingertips dragging over bare skin.

I shiver, arching into his touch. “Sylus—”

“Say it again,” he, not demands but- begs?! Lips trailing down my jaw to my throat.

The way his name spills from my lips makes his grip tighten on my hip, makes his teeth graze my skin in a way that leaves me trembling.

His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear, and he bites—soft enough to tease, hard enough to make me gasp. “That’s it.”

I should push him off, tell him this is insane. But when his hand slides lower, fingers toying with the waistband of my trousers and my resolve unravels completely. My body burns for more, each brush of his touch sending sparks racing down my spine.

I grab his collar, yanking him back into another bruising kiss. There’s no hate left in it now, only heat and hunger. He responds in kind, lips and tongue working mine like he owns them, like he’s claiming every piece of me I swore I’d never give.

I can see why his apartments always noisy now….

I still hate him and this totally doesn’t mean anything-

[smoothestkriminal]

“Need a ride?”

Happy kinktober guyz ;P

All art credits to; @yunonoai on TikTok.

I do not own the art at all.

I repeatedly jammed the key into the ignition and twisted hard.

Rrrr-rrr-rrr—chug-chug—pfft.

The engine hiccupped in the underground parking lot, skipped, then died with a choking wheeze, the echo still ringing faintly.

"Come on, just one last time, please-“

The engine gave a half-hearted whine, like a smoker coughing through a final cigarette. It caught once — a juddering burst of motion — then faltered into silence, the smell of gasoline hanging heavy in the air.

“Sigh….”

I slam my forehead against the horn of the wheel- it doesn’t go off though cause my stupid beat up car won’t start.

“Why now. Why when I have an opportunity to finally show my talents…”

Knock knock

“Huh? Oh-“

I look over out the window to see my next door neighbour knocking on my window with an intrigued face painted on his head. Not this, anything but this.. I hate that guy! Always blasting his music too loud late at night, leaving his trash all over the hallways- and don’t even get me started on the significantly noisy moans coming from his side of the thin walls that divide us. Wonder how many girls Hes coaxed into coming home with him on that noisy motorcycle he constantly rides. At this point I can just cancel my subscription to my hubsite cause why in gods name would I need it when I can get all of it for free next door. -Not that.. I have one that is…

Ahem- what was I saying? Oh yes- I hate him.

Thud

A giant hand fell onto my car window while the other hand of his tells me to open the car door.

“Yes, Can I help you Mr Sylus?”

“I think I can help you doll. Looks like you got some car trouble there.”

“Good for you you have a very keen observation.” Yes I do, I knew it was bound to happen some time this week I didn’t anticipate it would happen this soon.

“Damn. Darn shame- well I was just doing some work on my bike. It’s all good to go I was actually just ‘bout to take a cruise.”

“Yes, cause it is completely normal to work on a motorcycle at 6 in the morning.”

He lets out a dry laugh with a smirk painted on his face as he turns back to his parking spot and grabs a small raggedy towel wiping sweat on the back of his neck. He turns back to me with a puzzled expression on his face as he considers his next words carefully.

“Need a ride?”

I think for Moment. I open my mouth to say no then glance at my dingy car that won’t start. Then at my bag of charts and supplies- then at sylus- then at his motorcycle- then at my car again. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I’m really about to give into this? I’m desperate honestly I really need this gig and if it works out it’s good for me- I’m also not in the mood to take the subway when the buckets are at a high right now. Just last week one tried to garb ahold me saying Hes got 20 bucks waiting for me back at his spot.

“Hello? Miss you there?”

You know what I really shouldn’t judge when I’m one missed rent away from ending up like one of them.

“Sure, it’s pretty far, I have to make it to #### by 7:30. Think your up for it?

“I never turn down nothing sweetheart, you should know that since you hear my, ‘activities’ in the bedroom frequently huh?”

Atleast the bastards self aware..

“There is no reason to bring that up sir.”

A smirk forms on his face as he turns over to his bike to grab a black leather jacket. He turns back to me still in my car with the door wide open, not breaking eye contact for even a second he slips it on with that smirk painted permanent.

He hands me a helmet, I grab it and inspect it and to my not surprise I find a blond strand of hair. I hold it up infront of him with a unphased expression, he shrugs and sits on to his bike putting his own helmet on.

I grab my bag and sling it on. I sit on the bike behind him and put the helmet on. I can’t seem to ease on the bike it feel like my knees are too far from my hip cause the seats so wide and next thing I know his hands grab ahold of my hips and pull me closer. He looks back and I know his face is covered from the tint and glare but I just know his face is plastered with that same smirk from before.

I hate to admit it although this position, I do feel much more comfortable.

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, just don’t pull any tricks, I’m afraid I’ll fall off…”

“Ye’ ever been on a bike doll?”

“No, never. The bike I’ve been on was those toy ones at the arcade.”

“Yeahh, this is not like those… hold on tight-“

The engine starts up, echoing the parking garage and he ups the kickstand.

“Wait- I change my mind?! I think?!”

“Too late sweetie!” He yells outloud.

The exhaust throttles as we move backwards to exit. Shit- should I have agreed??? Maybe the bucktees aren’t that bad I can survive…

We pull onto the road and the familiar bustling from the city is still there like it always it, not a moment here is there ever quiet. It usually is muffled from being inside my car and my music when I’m out driving, but like this- raw and eccentric no barrier between the various noises it feel calming? In a way.

I really don’t wanna put my arms around his waist. I wouldn’t dream of giving him that pleasure thinking I’ve “succumbed” to his will.

But God this bike is fast..

The city lights blur into streaks of gold and silver, the morning wind clawing at my hair and tugging at my jacket. My bag thumps against my hip with every sharp turn, my heartbeat matching the engine’s roar. I bite down on the inside of my cheek, stubbornly keeping my hands fisted at my sides instead of wrapping around his waist.

“Careful back there, sweetheart,” Sylus shouts over his shoulder, voice thick with amusement. “You grip the seat like that, you’ll be airborne the second I really open her up.”

“I’ll take my chances!” I yell back, though my voice cracks halfway through the sentence as he suddenly leans into the next turn. My body lurches, my balance slipping, and instinct betrays me—I grab onto him.

And he feels solid. Hard muscle under the leather, radiating warmth even through the barrier of fabric. He chuckles low, the sound swallowed by the engine, but I feel the vibration of it beneath my palms.

“That’s better,” tilting his head just enough that I catch the glint of his grin through the visor. “Knew you’d come around to holding me eventually.” A slight whisper

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snap, but my words are muffled against his shoulder, my chest now pressed flush against his back. The bike hums between my thighs, the rhythm oddly intoxicating, and I realize with a jolt of heat in my stomach that I’m clutching him tighter than I need to.

He slows at a red light, the sudden stop jolting me forward. His hand leaves the throttle for a brief, daring moment and curls over mine where I grip his jacket. His fingers squeeze lightly, deliberately, sending a shiver racing up my arm.

“Relax,” he murmurs, voice low enough that I almost miss it over the engine. “I’ve got you.”

And he does. Too much, maybe.

The light changes. The bike surges forward again, and this time I don’t bother fighting it—I wrap my arms fully around his waist, cheek brushing against his leather-clad back. His body stiffens for a second, then relaxes, and I swear I feel him smirk.

The city rushes past in a blur, but all I can focus on is the heat building between us, the way my thighs press closer with each acceleration. I tell myself it’s for balance, that it’s just survival instinct. But the way Sylus leans back slightly, letting my body mold tighter against his, makes me wonder if he knows exactly what game he’s playing.

And worse—if I’m starting to want to play it too.

The bike eats up the streets, and soon the concrete jungle thins out into quieter roads. The hum of the engine, the wind whipping past my ears, and the steady beat of his heartbeat under my palms—it all blurs into something strangely hypnotic.

He takes a turn too sharp, and I yelp, burying my face against his back without thinking. He laughs—God, that laugh—and I can feel it rumble through his chest.

“You’re adorable when you’re scared,” he calls over the roar of the wind.

“I’m not scared,” I lie, clinging tighter.

“Mmhm. Sure, doll. Grip me any tighter and I’ll start thinking you like it back there.”

I grit my teeth, ready with a sharp retort, but nothing comes out. Because he’s right. The vibrations of the bike under me, the way my thighs are pressed around him, the solid heat of his body… it’s messing with my head.

By the time we pull up to a stop near an empty overlook, my hands feel like they’ve fused to him. The sun is crawling higher, painting the city skyline in shades of copper and gold. He kills the engine, and the sudden silence is deafening.

I peel myself off him reluctantly, helmet still on, heart racing. “This… isn’t my job site.”

He swings one long leg over the bike and stands, tugging his helmet off with a shake of his hair. That damn smirk is plastered on his lips. “Detour. Figured you could use a breather before whatever fancy gig you’re running to.”

“I don’t have time for detours,” I snap, but my legs feel wobbly as I step off the bike.

He leans against it casually, arms crossed, watching me with that infuriating, hungry look. “Relax. You’ve got time for five minutes.” His gaze lingers a little too long on the way I tug the helmet off and shake my hair out.

The silence stretches, thick with tension. I should walk away. I should. But instead, my traitorous mouth blurts, “Do you take all your neighbors on joyrides, or just the ones who complain about your noise?”

His smirk deepens. “Just the ones worth the noise.”

Heat licks up my neck, and my pulse betrays. I fold my arms, trying to look unimpressed. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah,” he says, pushing off the bike and closing the distance between us in slow, deliberate steps. His height swallows me up, his presence overwhelming. “But you’re still here,”

I open my mouth to argue, but the words die as he leans down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his voice a low growl. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now, and I’ll drive you straight to your job without another word.”

My breath hitches. My body screams yes, even as my brain screams no. The smart thing would be to push him away. Instead, my fingers twitch at my sides.

“You’re… insufferable,” I whisper, but it comes out shaky.

“Not what I asked.”

I finally look up at him, ready to throw some sarcastic jab, but his eyes—dark, intense, locked on mine—steal the fight out of me. And then his mouth is on mine.

It starts slow, like he’s testing the waters, his lips dragging against mine with lazy confidence. But the second I tilt my chin up and press back, something snaps. His hand cups my jaw, rough thumb grazing my cheek as his tongue parts my lips. The taste of him—smoke, leather, something sharp—makes my knees weak.

The kiss turns hot, messy, and I find myself fisting his jacket, pulling him closer. His other hand grips my hip, dragging me flush against the solid wall of his body. The vibrations I’d felt from the bike are nothing compared to the low growl that rumbles out of his chest as I melt into him.

When he finally breaks away, his lips swollen, his breath hot against my cheek, he murmurs, “you don’t know how long I waited for you to notice me.”

My head spins, heat pooling low in my belly.

And before I can stop myself, I whisper back, “kiss me again.”

He grins like he’s won the lottery, and then he does exactly that—harder this time, hungrier, until all thoughts of cars and jobs and hating him vanish into the blur of teeth, lips, and hands that don’t know where to stop.

He tilts me back against the bike, caging me in with his body. The cool metal of the frame digs into my spine, but all I can focus on is the solid warmth pinning me in place, his thigh pressing between mine. My pulse hammers in my ears as his hand skims under my shirt, calloused fingertips dragging over bare skin.

I shiver, arching into his touch. “Sylus—”

“Say it again,” he, not demands but- begs?! Lips trailing down my jaw to my throat.

The way his name spills from my lips makes his grip tighten on my hip, makes his teeth graze my skin in a way that leaves me trembling.

His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear, and he bites—soft enough to tease, hard enough to make me gasp. “That’s it.”

I should push him off, tell him this is insane. But when his hand slides lower, fingers toying with the waistband of my trousers and my resolve unravels completely. My body burns for more, each brush of his touch sending sparks racing down my spine.

I grab his collar, yanking him back into another bruising kiss. There’s no hate left in it now, only heat and hunger. He responds in kind, lips and tongue working mine like he owns them, like he’s claiming every piece of me I swore I’d never give.

I can see why his apartments always noisy now….

I still hate him and this totally doesn’t mean anything-

[smoothestkriminal]

Hellooo Everyone, I deeply and sorrowfully apologise for being so inactive for so dearly long. I have been going through a trivial time lately. I just wanted to get on here and remind anyone, share, or even give a sign that;

You are gonna be just fine. This point in your life where you feel like everything is crumbling down- you feel out of control and just want everything to vanish, you’ll pass it. This moment doesn’t define your whole life. What matters is you try not for anyone but for yourself. Once again, you’re gonna be just fine. :)

[twinklesilverstar]

Professor Lucifer

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Student-teacher relationship, accusations, Lucifer being mean, Grinding, making out, couch sex, oral sex, Cunnilingus, condom use, safe sex, big dick, stomach bulge, cock sucking, cream pie, doggy style, stair sex, multiple rounds, exhaustion, morning after, time skips

Word count: Roughly 15.3K

A/N: Professor Morningstar can be a prick, and when you can't figure out why you aren't getting good grades in his class you ask for a meeting with him. A meeting that results in him taking you on for a mentorship program and four years later after you graduate you both realize the simmering tension between you needs an outlet.

I make no apologies for this even though I am certain there are huge errors. I started this when the card with Professor Lucifer came out and shortly after the Satan and Asmodeus one I wrote. I also won't lie, I might have a few ideas for a few blurbs to continue after this one. But for now, enjoy.

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Images belong to Solmare.

You can't help but frown as you read the email again. And again. It doesn't make sense. You followed the syllabus for the paper to the letter, you had more than one published source to support each of your remarks regarding the subject reading and it's interpretation. 

So how in the world had you passed the assignment by the skin of your teeth? 

Grumbling as you rub your hands down your face. This hasn't been the first assignment that you got such a dismal score on, at least in this class, all of your others you were excelling as you had expected with the amount of work you were putting in. 

Everyone kept telling you to relax, to have fun, how university was a chance to figure out who you were. Not to bury your nose in your studies like you had all throughout the rest of your academic studies. 

That wasn't you though. You didn't like to party every weekend like some of the others you had met on campus. In fact after your first year, you realized dorm life wasn't suited to what you were trying to do and had moved into a shoe box of an apartment. Your goal was to pass with honors and get on with living your life after you were settled in your career. 

Which is why you were starting to feel that bubble of frustration build inside of you at these low marks. You weren't just trying to skim by, you were putting hours of your life into this and it seemed that this one professor had it out for you. 

Professor Morningstar. 

Just saying his name sent of your fellow scurrying out of the way and into rooms to get away from anything to do with him. The only people that seemed interested where some of the more attractive members of the student body that all wanted one thing, to get in the sac with the man. 

You could understand some of the appeal. With that thick black hair that showed a few hints of gray, the sharp angle of his chin and those intense crimson eyes of his. He was a damn good looking man. When he wasn't speaking that is. The second he opened his mouth he acted like he was the epitome of pride itself and you found it was a bit nauseating. At least he didn't try to push his own books as being part of the curriculum like some of your other professors.  

Sighing you turned back to your keyboard and started to draft an email that left your stomach feeling like it had been stuffed with rocks. You asked for a meeting with the man regarding your grades. 

Fuck did you pray for mercy while you waited for a response.

You arrived outside his office with ample time, standing in the hallway with your satchel stuffed full of documents. Dressed in a pair of slacks and a blouse, sure classes didn't have a dress code but you're more than smart enough to realize that if you don't treat this like an interview Professor Morningstar is just as likely to throw you out instead of listening to you, let alot take you seriously. 

You have your plan on how you’re going to approach this and you think it's a pretty solid one. Taking a deep breath while you glance down at your watch. fifteen minutes until your appointment, you just need to keep your nerves from getting to you.

The door to his office slams open as another student comes rushing out in tears. Well, so much for trying to keep your nerves from getting to you. 

You can hear the disgruntled sigh as your professor appears in the doorway, his eyes narrowed as if in disgust as they follow the woman down the hallway. “Another refusing to accept bribes is not the way to academic achievement.” Muttering the words under his breath. You're terrified to move since it seems he doesn't know you're standing right next to his office door. 

At least not until he takes another step and the smallest tremor that you might have taken for surprise is on his pale face. Your eyes wide you try to calm your racing heart as you swallow before giving the smallest nod and manage to squeak out. “Good afternoon Professor Morningstar.”

“You’re early.” A statement more than a question as he quirks one of his eyebrows at you. 

“Is that a problem?” Seeing the way his brows furrow together for a moment the fear coursing through you subsides, is he actually surprised you showed up before your appointment? 

“Simply an unexpected outcome.” Crossing his arms for a moment as those crimson eyes of his seem to flash as he takes in your appearance. “As you have arrived early, would you be against getting this meeting underway?” 

“No Sir.” Giving your head a shake to which he nods, holding the door open for you to slip past him and take a seat across from his desk.

It's your first time in the space and you have to admit it seems rather imposing, with the large oak desk that's perfectly arranged. The few trinkets on it clearly hold some sentimental value with the way all of them are faced towards him and not whoever is sitting across from him. “In your email, you stated you wanted to discuss your grade.” Another statement and you nod, reaching into your bag and pulling several folders from within. 

“Yes professor, though since sending the request I realized it might not have conveyed my intent directly.” Focused on spreading out the first of your files you miss the way his eyes darken and a sneer starts to form on his face. 

“If you're going to waste my time and try to convince me via unorthodox methods about how you deserve a better grade I'm not in the mood.” The way his voice sounds like venom has you surprised, lifting your head from the paper with a raised eyebrow of your own. The words about the other student make sense as do some of the other remarks you've heard about him around campus. 

It makes you bristle. “If I thought spreading my legs was the answer to getting my credits I'd have worn a skirt.” Biting back just as hard with your eyes narrowed, well aware that it's more like a sheep telling a wolf off. “Now if you're willing to actually listen instead of making assumptions I'm happy to begin this professional meeting regarding my assignments. Professor.” 

It's brief. Like a flicker that could have been easily missed but you see the surprise in his eyes. It's gone as he leans forward to rest his chin on his folded hands while watching you. “My apologies for the assumption. Plead your case.” 

You're still annoyed but you go back to the first assignment. “Here I have the first assignment as well as your syllabus, I've gone through it several times and highlighted each of the points I made to correspond with what you explained was expected in order to achieve the expected result.” Sliding it across to him, surprised as he takes it and raises a brow at the way you've even color coded it to each corresponding brick in the document. “The same with the next document.” Placing another file laid out the same way “As well as the next.” 

You have to swallow as you see the start of a frown beginning to form on his lips as his eyes narrow. “Based on that and the provided paperwork I see how according to my interpretation I should have almost full marks for each of these assignments instead of the barely passable mark you've given me.” 

“You point being?” He raises a single eyebrow at you once more as if he's back to the disbelief that you're sitting across from him about these papers. 

Forging on for what you think is going to be the hardest sell in your argument with him. “My point, is there's only two possible outcomes. One, you don't follow your own grading rubrics which given the way you teach seems highly unlikely.” Watching that frown on his face shift into a look of curiosity. “Two. I don't understand what you are asking in these assignments. Which is probably the most likely scenario.” He's blinking like mad as you swallow, your mouth starting to feel like it's full of cotton. “So I'd like to ask you to explain to me what I'm missing so I can take the appropriate action on my part for future assignments instead of fumbling in the dark.” 

His booming laughter has you reeling, your head snapping backward as your hackles rise. Is he making fun of you? Reaching up to wipe at the wetness under that single golden monocle before shaking his head. “That was certainly not what I was expecting of this meeting.” A few more chuckles of laughter before he looks at his watch. “You're my last appointment for today but I have a faculty meeting in three hours. How much time do you have?” 

It's like night and day as you tell him you don't have anything planned but schoolwork after this meeting. For the next two and a half hours you sit with your notebook out, scribbling madly as he speaks and goes over each assignment in tandem with the syllabus, taking the time to explain each point you missed and how you had misunderstood what he was looking for. 

The longer he speaks the more it starts to make sense as you realize you had fully missed the points of what he wanted in the assignments, too focused on the wording instead of the context he wanted to see applied in your arguments. Your hand burns by the end but you nod and shake his hand to thank him for his time. 

You've never felt more prepared for the next assignment as you headed out of his office. Though when you got back to your room you had to deal with the ache between your thighs first, besides, fantasizing about the man wasn't hurting anyone.

After your next assignment and checking the score on your student page, you couldn't help but grin. 

Top marks. 

It made you giddy as you kicked your feet and punched the air. 

The next time you sat in his lecture hall you didn't miss the slightest nod of approval when those crimson eyes met yours before he started. 

What did take you by surprise however was a week later an email from him requesting a meeting. What really made you do a double-take was the subject line following the request. 

Potential mentorship 

That had you sitting back in your chair and biting your thumbnail, you just had a golden opportunity literally fall in your lap. Yes, he was considered an asshole with his attitude, and you'd seen how much he could be one when you'd been in his office. Yet, he was well established in his field and a mentorship under him could give you even greater insight than what you currently had. 

The only other problem was your potential attraction to him, if you could keep things strictly professional you think you could do it.

Still biting your thumbnail you rose and walked away from your laptop. You needed more than a few minutes to think about it and just accepting the meeting right away might have made you seem too eager when you honestly didn't know. 

You did accept the meeting. You also accepted his offer as a mentor until you were done with your degree, so even after you finished your semester that had his class you still saw him once a week for your regular meeting. 

It was during these times you started to learn more about him and just why he seemed like such a stuck up ass. A large part of it was his deplorable people skills, deplorable since he was anything but a people pleaser. If he thought you or something was idiotic he flat out told you. The other part, was simply that he really was a perfectionist. His believe that if you were going to do something, you did it to the best of your ability and made sure it was done correctly. 

Which did sometimes leave the two of you butting heads, but you could respect his knowledge and experience to see how he could come to certain conclusions. 

You just refused to let him win in his belief that you couldn't pair hot chocolate with chocolate cake. No matter how much he agreed it was pairing the same flavor together you refused to let him dissuade you from ordering the two. 

You hadn't needed to worry about your attraction towards him either. Yes he was still good looking, and yes you still used thoughts of him to get yourself off, but for how much work he piled on as part of your mentorship to have discussions to help broaden your understanding of different subjects didn't win him any points. Some days you were more exhausted from that than your actual classes.

It was during your second last year that you started finding all the students who thought they could convince the perfectionist to change their grades by trying to get in bed with him the funniest. 

Approaching his office to see the door swing open and a tall dark haired young man rushing out with his eyes narrowed, and to you, stinking of body spray. Lifting an eyebrow at your mentor when he appeared in the doorway. “Is that number eight or nine this semester?” 

A roll of his eyes at you before motioning for you to follow him inside. “Elventh, you missed one rather boisterous blond who stated loudly enough for everyone in the cafe on campus to hear that she was going to ‘knock my socks off.'” 

“I’d pay money to see that.” A sigh as he drops in behind his desk before rubbing the bridge of his nose. 

“Remind me why I offered to mentor you again?” 

Grinning as you pull out your notes, clearing your throat to do your best impression of him. “You have potential. Waste my time and I won’t bother to help you see how far you can climb.” 

“Funny.” Deadpanning before he grows serious, as do you. “Now. Under this part of your thesis…” Into your work, as you both review the latest revisions you’ve made and he picks apart your arguments to see how soundly you have your thoughts fleshed out. Once you might have cried at how harsh a critic he is, but now you know it’s the way he pushes you to strive harder.

It’s not until your final year that it happens. 

“So how did someone like you end up fucking the hottest Professor on campus?” Snorting your morning coffee through your nose you reel as the inside of your nostrils burn and you scramble for some napkins to blot at your face. 

“Pardon?” Giving the area above your lip a light tap with your fingertip to make sure you didn’t burn that either after trying to clean up your face. 

“You heard me.” Tapping her foot you eye the blond like she’s grown too heads. 

“I did.” You admit before rolling your eyes. “Except I’m trying to figure out what professor I’m apparently banging.” 

She lets out a noise as if she can’t believe you. “You might like playing dumb, maybe that’s what Professor Morningstar sees in you.” You blink hearing his name. And blink again. 

Roaring with laughter at what she just said sinks in. “You!” Wheezing and letting out a snort because of how hilarious this is to you, slamming your hands on your knees as you fold over from laughing so hard. “You think.” You barely get the words out, your sides starting to hurt as more and more eyes in the cafe turn towards the two of you. 

“I don’t see what’s so funny.” She’s so irate, it just makes you laugh even harder and your chest is starting to hurt with the lack of oxygen. Her little foot stomp sends you into another series of snorts before you grab your nose to try and force yourself to calm down. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes you can’t stop smiling as you look at her. “Honey, you are very much barking up the wrong tree.” Giving your head a shake as a few more giggles escape you. “I was gonna say you owe me a coffee but after that laugh I think I’m good.” Chucking you turn on your heels to leave ignoring her fuming behind you at being ignored. “Me banging Professor Morningstar? Oh, that’s a good one.” 

You might still have the hots for the man but you aren’t dumb enough to think anything could ever come of it. Even if he does banter with you rather easily in a way when you’re alone that could be considered flirting, you’ve learned enough about the man to know he’d never date a student. Let alone have sex with them. 

If the dark haired man heard about the incident he never says anything, but you can’t help but chuckle whenever you step inside the cafe for the next few weeks.

It feels like time passes in the blink of an eye even though you know it’s been a long few years, but you’re finally done. Technically you don’t have your degree but that’s because you finished with your full credits before the semester was over because of the way the timings for a few classes fell. It’s still the same thing as having that piece of paper in hand as having your email stating you were done. 

You just had one more thing to do. 

And it involved a certain professor. 

Based on the time of day, you know he’s in his office and that he doesn’t have any appointments with students. The fear of the man that had once gripped your heart is long gone and you raise your hand and knock with the knuckles of two of your fingers against the thick door. 

You can just picture the frown on his face at being disturbed but you know he won’t ignore the knock. Not when you’re pretty sure you’re the only one who knocks on his door like that. 

There’s the smallest hint of surprise on his face when he opens the door, stating your name in greeting as if he had been expecting you. “Come in.” 

Giving your head a shake as you follow in behind him, tilting your head as he turns to face you while leaning against his desk instead of sitting behind it. For some reason, there's a look in his eyes you can't place, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a dampness starting to coat your palms. “I came to say thank you.” Swallowing as you feel a tightness in your throat that you hadn't expected. 

“For what?” Lifting one of his eyebrows as he keeps speaking. “Your achievement is your own, I had little to do with it.” 

“Yes, I would have graduated but I think the reason I did so well was because I had someone in my corner to force me to work harder, to see things in a different light.” Shrugging your shoulders at him as some of the tension leaves you. “But if you don't want any thanks for that then so be it.” 

“When you say it like that.” A few quick strides and he's very much in your space, those crimson eyes of his flashing with a grin that is making your heart rate start to speed up. “How were you planning to thank me?” 

Well shit. You were not expecting for his voice to drop into a deep rasp, or for it to have your cunt clench. “Professor?” You had just planned on telling him you were thankful for his assistance. Not this. With him leaning into your space you can smell the hint of cologne on his skin, it reminds you of 

“I'm not sure which I prefer.” That deep tone has your stomach clenching now as well and more sweat lining your palms. “You acting like a confused little sheep.” Lifting the corner of one lip in a grin that borders on devilish. “Or when you're the confident wolf laughing at people over the accusation of sleeping with their professor.” 

That snaps you a little out of your stupor. “You heard about that?” 

“Of course I did.” Tilting his head downward so some of his moist exhale clings to your skin, the smell of bergamot tainting the air. “I found it rather amusing.” 

“Well, it's not like students are allowed to date their teachers.” Chuckling a little at him as you swallow. Fuck. Fuck. With him this close you're reminded just how many times you've used this sort of fantasy to get yourself off. Of him leaning over you and kissing you senseless before bending you over his desk and fucking you until you couldn't stand. 

“Incorrect, my wolf in sheep's clothing.” Trailing one of his fingers downward along your cloth covered arm to your elbow. “I can understand your confusion. While the University doesn't have a policy forbidding such circumstances as long as the information is declared to them, I do. I see no reason to engage in a frivolous act to see to one's bodily needs, I want it to be part of a relationship.” Your mouth feels even more like it's full of cotton now. Tilting your face so you can meet his eyes, forgetting to breathe for a moment at his blown out pupils. “You cannot fathom how pleased I am that you're no longer attending this institution.” 

A few heartbeats as his words hang in the air between the two of you. 

To the point where you aren't sure who moves first. 

What you do know is you're back is against the wall and his mouth is on yours, a brief flash of pain when his teeth knock against yours, but you are far more interested in grabbing his shoulders to try and pull him closer. Moaning when his tongue meets yours, the lingering taste of his cup of tea reminds you that you are kissing your professor like your life depends on it. 

His hands trailing along your sides, trying to bunch up the fabric of your shirt as he tries to reach your skin. Your brain seems to short-circuit when he slides one of his legs between yours, using his thigh to roll against you and rub at your pussy as if you were grinding down on him yourself. 

It isn't like it takes your hips long to start grinding, groaning into the kiss as your back starts to feel moisture forming. You're hot, your mind running in circles as it processes the fact that this is happening, you're making out with your professor and he's leading like a man starved. 

When he starts to pull away you can't help the breathy tone of your voice. “Professor” Trying to follow after his lips to keep going. 

“Lucifer.” His voice is somehow deeper as he says it. “Call me Lucifer.” 

“Lucifer.” Trying his first name out for the first time, a flash of satisfaction on his face as he reconnects your lips and leans into you more so you're wedged between his body and the wall. Your chest flat to his as you keep grinding down on his thigh, moisture starting to form in your walls. One of his hands grabs yours and places it between your bodies and uses your fingers to squeeze him through the material of his pants. 

It's even better than your fantasies. 

The sound of his phone ringing pulls you both back to the present, his hair out of place with his pale skin tinted pink. “Give me a moment.” Stepping away from you in a manner you're used to seeing with his eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Yes?” The snap in his tone makes you jerk, something he notices as he turns towards you.

His face is impassive as he listens to the other end of the call but you can see the way his eyes light up for a different reason. Shit. Do you like the idea of him using that tone of voice with you. “Fine. I'll be there.” Removing the phone and ending the call with a look that could send anyone, the devil himself included, running.

Trailing his fingers through his hair in frustration before he turns his attention back to you. “I have a meeting in ten minutes.” His fingers start to straighten his clothes as he tries to put himself back together. 

“Oh”. You can't hide the dejection in your voice as you start to do the same. “Well I-” 

“I want to continue this.” Cutting you off as he taps on his phone and you feel your watch buzz as a text comes in. Looking at it to see an address. “If you'd like to continue this, that's my home. I'll have dinner ready for six.” 

“Pro-” 

“Lucifer.” Stepping into your personal space once more and lifting your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it. “I'll understand if you choose not to come, I will respect your decision either way.” Lingering for a moment before he steps away to grab his jacket. “Just know, if you do come.” Giving the lapels a firm tug as those crimson eyes meet yours. “I won't be a notch on your bedpost, I want this for more than a single night.” 

You could have come on the spot for how deep and authoritative his voice is. Nodding that you understand before stepping out of his office just in front of him. 

After feeling that cock of his, well. You're pretty sure you could handle dating him, planning on heading back to your apartment for a shower and maybe getting yourself off in the interim. It's a while before six and you'll need something to help your nerves. And your libido.

At quarter to six you find yourself just outside the address Lucifer had sent you. Even saying it in your head feels kind of strange after all of this time referring to him as Professor Morningstar. 

Fingering yourself in the shower had helped but now as you stood outside the metal gate that ran around the outside of his home. It wasn’t massive but it certainly looked like the type of place that fit with his vibe.

Clutching the paper bag to your chest as you took in a deep breath before approaching the gate hoping to keep your heart rate from racing out of control. Closer to it you notice the latch is undone, for some reason that has you feeling even more nervous knowing he left it open for you. 

Or you could be reading into it. 

Past that first divider to the outside world, your nose is twitching from the perfume of the flowers and floral hedges lining the walkway towards his front door. A massive rhododendron obscures everything on the right hand side of the pathway, and you get the feeling the front door is behind it since it’s not at the top of the small stairs. 

Almost there you stop, adjusting the bag in your hands and using the time to wipe your palms along your skirt. It seems like no matter what you do there’s a thin layer of moisture lining the inside skin of your hand. “You’re about to have a sort of date with the man that’s been your mentor for the last few years and who you’ve been fantasying about for just as long. Just calm down.” Whispering the words to yourself as you take the final few steps to the stairs, sure enough your hunch about the door was correct. 

Another long inhale and you press the button for his doorbell. 

Even if you had wanted to there was no way you could back out now. 

While you can’t hear anything, you can see a blurred darkness through the frosted window pane growing larger. Another long swallow just as the door opens. 

Fuck. 

Somehow he looks even better than when you last saw him this afternoon, instead of his usual suit he’s in a pair of dark slacks and a black turtleneck with the sleeves rolled up revealing his toned forearms. It even looks as if he’s got some kind of product in his hair to keep the longer portion of his bangs pushed to the side. What really has your attention is the apron he’s wearing. The playful words written on the front in curled letters has you letting out an airy giggle. 

“I was gonna say Hi, but now I’m wondering if I should do like your apron says and kiss the cook.” It might be the nerves but he seems almost surprised for a moment before looking down at the material protecting his clothes. 

Raising his head to face you once more you watch one of his eyebrows lift and a smirk spread across his handsome features. “While unintentional, I think you should.” Reaching one of his hands out to grasp yours and gently tug you inside his home and partly flush against him. “However in the doorway itself might not be the best idea.” 

This close it’s easy enough to shift your weight and press your lips against his, feeling knots in your stomach and your heart thumping erratically in your chest. The smallest pressure as he shifts to better slide his lips against yours and hum low in your throat, ignoring the sound of the door closing as one of his hands starts to roam your back. 

Only to freeze at the sound of glass and feel the bag in your hands bump against his shoulder. Carefully disentangling himself from you but remaining close. “I didn’t tell you to bring anything.” 

“Well.” Looking down at the floor while you feel your face start to warm. “I started to feel nervous, and then I started to question just coming myself, so I bought two bottles of wine to try and help calm down on my way here.” Even the tips of your ears feel warm as you say it, surprised by the low chuckle he lets out and the silky feel of his fingers under your chin forcing you to look upwards.

“I appreciate the thought, though I am curious as to why two bottles.” It takes you back for a moment to see such a soft look on his face while staring at you. You’re really starting to understand that whole butterflies in your stomach thing, too bad your core is already being affected as well. 

“I didn’t know what you were making, so I got a bottle of white and red.” Admitting as you let him take the bag from your arm and allowing you more space by stepping away from you. 

“I appreciate the thought. Now why don’t you join me in the kitchen, there’s a pair of slippers here for you.” Motioning to the footwear you slip your shoes off before sliding into the fluffy material and following behind him. 

While it’s a short walk you can’t help but marvel at the space of his home, it’s not overly decorated but it’s not sparse either. Like the perfect amount of artwork and knick knacks are placed, all in a style that you very much associate with the man that had been your mentor. 

Your nose twitches as the smell of aromatic vegetables simmering reaches you. “It smells wonderful.” Following as he turns a corner to see a pot of sauce and another of pasta. “Wow.” Well, this wasn’t what you were expecting, a fully home cooked meal but you weren’t going to complain about it. If anything you felt more impressed by the display. 

“I used to cook for my siblings growing up, it is a rather useful skill.” Watching him turn his attention back to the stove and giving the sauce a stir before checking the pasta. 

“I’m not sure I call that cooking, it smells and looks like something from a restaurant.” Chuckling a little as you look around the area, noticing where he placed the bag near an open bottle of wine next to a single glass. 

“Are you able to cook?” You realize as he asks the question it’s something the two of you haven’t talked about in all the time you’ve been under him. Though thinking of being under him doesn’t help your growing arousal since now it’s at the forefront of your brain. 

“I can, but nothing like homemade pasta sauce. More of a roast chicken and boiled vegetable mix.” A second wine glass in his hand and you watch him take the smallest sip with his attention divided between the meal and you. “I do agree that it is a useful skill. Even if most of my meals were noodles while at school.” 

It’s the most impeccable nod, but you think it’s one of approval that you can at least feed yourself without burning your home down. “It seems I’m not being a very good host.” Moving back towards the open bottle and the empty glass. “Would you care for a glass?” 

“Please.” Standing beside him and accepting it before taking a sip, it’s a lot heavier than some of the wine you’ve drank in the past but it tastes good. Noticing him watching you from the corner of your eye you smile up at him. “I like it.” 

“Good. Some of it is in the sauce.” There’s an intensity in his eyes that is making you feel warm again and you have to do everything not to rub your palms against your skirt again. It’s a look that makes you want to put the glass down so you can curl your fingers into the material of his turtleneck and tug him closer for another kiss. 

Yet with the sounds and smells of cooking still happening you get the feeling that that is not a good idea right now. “Is there anything I can do to help?” Trying to break the tension a little so you don’t just give in to the part of your brain screaming to kiss him like you had this afternoon. Even if he had been the one to instigate it. 

“The main dish is almost done, if you could pull the large black bowl from the cupboard next to the fridge out for me that would be appreciated.” As he heads back to the stove you nod, opening the cabinet to see an array of glasses. “Down below.” 

“Oh.” Opening the door you start moving things until you spot said black bowl almost all the way in the back. “You’ve got a lot of different serving stuff here.” 

“I used to entertain guests more in the past. A hobby I’ve withdrawn from as of late.” That makes sense given the variety of things you see as you lean more into the cabinet after getting down on your knees to lean in to grasp the bowl. 

A low hum makes you pause. “Pro-Lucifer?” Based on how large the door is and the way it swung you’re pretty sure you know what that noise was. 

“Yes.” 

“Are you staring at my ass?” 

“Perhaps.” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice that makes you shake your head aware he can’t see it. “It does look lovely wrapped in the fabric of your skirt, a choice I will admit I find rather appealing.” 

You can’t help, the words pass your lips before you can think to stop them. “Is it because it’s wrapped in a skirt or because I’m on my knees with it sticking out?” 

“Both, and later I hope to see you without the skirt in the same position.” 

His delivery has you jumping and almost hitting the top of your head on the edge of the cabinet. Standing with your prize and grinning at him. “Those are words I never expected to hear from your lips.” Placing the bowl near the stove so you can brush against him hoping to at least get him as flustered as you’re currently feeling. Leaning in to whisper close to his ear. “But I’ve dreamed about hearing them, and maybe a few other ones too.” 

It gets you a deep round of laughter from him as he licks his lips. “Perhaps later you can whisper those words to me and I’ll indulge you with repeating them. As well as a few others that should elicit a pleasurable reaction from you.” 

You had to admit, you hadn’t expected his flirting game to be this good. Not with how cold and distant he sometimes seemed while working on projects with you. Moving away from him to get another sip of wine while he started straining the pasta and working to put the main course together. At this rate, you were well aware that tonight you were definitely getting laid by your handsome ex-professor. 

Watching him work you can’t help but notice how efficient he is, each movement precise as if he doesn’t want to waste effort with extra movements. In a manner of minutes he has the pasta dish in the bowl and what looks like a fresh salad out and tossing it with what seems to be home made salad dressing. 

“When did you start preparing for this?” Feeling a bubble of suspicion in your gut because this seems almost planned out for what he’s doing. 

“This afternoon. I only needed a few fresh ingredients for the salad and sauce, I was home by four.” Placing the tongs for the salad inside the bowl before smirking at you in that ‘I’m superior’ way of his that makes you feel giddy and annoyed all at once. “I did tell you earlier I used to like hosting.” A wink before he passes you the salad bowl. “Carry this to the dining room for me would you while I bring the pasta.” 

He doesn’t leave any room for an argument as he strides off through another opening closer to the wall that you didn’t think was polite to investigate with you first arrived. When you see it you wish you had. 

“You set up a candle light dinner?” Blinking at the sight and feeling like you missed some rather large sign or something from him. Sure this afternoon he said he wanted more than just a quick roll in the proverbial hay but this seems like several dates into a relationship sort of thing.

Wait. 

Is this a date? 

You don’t have time to ask him anything as he places the bowl on the table before moving to take the salad from your hands. “During my meeting I had some time to reflect on my actions this afternoon. Had it not been for the interruption I have no doubt I would have placed you on my desk and enjoyed you squirming for me while I sank my cock deep in your walls.” His voice is even as he places that on the table as well before standing to his full height and removing the apron from his body. “That might have sent the wrong impression.”

Tilting your head you part your lips. “From the look on your face I can see you’re confused, allow me to clarify.” Cutting you off as he placed his hand on your cheek and swept his thumb over the ridge of bone just under your eye. You can feel the hardened skin over the tips and it makes you shiver as he voice drops. “I do not want you thinking this is some fling or a one time gratification of sexual urges.” Letting out a sigh before he sends you a soft smile that has your knees knocking together. “My simmering attraction to you has been something I’ve kept in check, ever since that incident in the Cafe.” 

You groan and feel the skin of your face starting to burn under his cool palm. “You heard about that?” Feeling your embarrassment build and making your arousal take a back seat. 

A brief chuckle and the coaxing of his thumb along your skin has you lifting your eyes to meet his once more. “Of course I did.” He seems to almost be preening like he’s proud of how that situation played out with you laughing at that girl. For a brief moment wondering if she had been someone else to try and hit on him that he turned away. “Regardless, I made an assumption that my attraction was one sided, that you were simply a very intelligent young woman that I happened to have the pleasure of teaching.” Licking his lips before swallowing. Is he feeling as nervous as you are right now? 

His deep voice cuts through your musing. “Today showed me how wrong I was. With further reflection, I realized that tonight in inviting you here, I wanted to make my intentions clear.” Sliding his hand away from your face, taking your smaller one in his and lifting it to his lips. “I wish to pursue a relationship, hence not meeting you at the door and letting it turn into us fucking like animals.” Feeling your whole body tighten as he pressed his lips to the back of your hand, you’ve gone right back from embarrassed to aroused as hell. Your heart banging against your ribs hard enough that he has to hear it. Grinning at you with a smile drenched in pride and sin you feel your core clench like a vice at the promise held in that expression. “As much as that image does make me want to try it in the future.” Lowering your hand to your side once more before stepping closer to ghost his lips over yours. Whispering in the small space with his exhale washing over your skin. “Tonight has been my attempt to shall we say, show you that I want you and not just for the physical aspect as lovely as you are.” 

Stepping away from you like it pains him instead of closing the distance once more. “Now.” Letting out a small couch before heading back to the kitchen. “Shall we eat while it’s warm?” Letting his question hang in the air before reappearing with the wine bottle and both of your glasses. “If you don’t find me too forward, you’re going to need the energy for what I’d like to do to you tonight.” 

Aside from the butterflies in your stomach, you can say you finally understand the meaning of the phrase ‘a fish out of water’ with how your brain is scrambling to come up with an answer to what amounts as a confession from the man. Blinking and feeling your mouth move several times without making a sound, watching as that intensity in his eyes starts to the lessen the longer you’re silent. 

Fuck. 

You don’t want him getting the wrong idea!

Tossing your head back as you chug the wine in the glass that was yours. “I have nothing to say but yes, yes, yes. My brain is too overwhelmed for something to even vaguely express how I feel right now other than yes!” Plopping down in the seat and making a motion for him to do the same. “Just let me eat and try to find at least two brain cells to rub together and try to come up with something even a fifth as romantic as what you just said.” 

It’s his turn to look surprised before he laughs with enough force that he has to lean on the table to support himself before taking a seat, wiping a single tear from his eye. “Take your time, I’m willing to wait for you to find the right words to express your feelings.” That glimmer of a self satisfied smirk is back as he starts to serve you before himself. “Though I am more than happy to just let you say yes tonight after we eat.” A wink before he returns to being flirty with you throughout the meal, and after a few minutes you just fire back with the same playful banter. 

If he’s willing to give you the time to sort it out you’ll take it, even more so if he wants to get physical before you figure it out because after that you don’t think your hand or a toy is going to satisfy the inferno starting to burn in your core. 

“If you pull out a homemade dessert I might start to doubt that you’re human.” Laughing as you let him lead you into his living room after helping him clean up his kitchen after that amazing meal. If you hadn’t of seen the dishes and the refuse from the meal you could have easily been mistaken into believing he’d ordered it from a restaurant. 

“I’ll have to save that trick for another time.” A soft laugh as he drops down on one side of his couch, patting the cushion beside him in an invitation you can’t ignore. Slipping down beside him so your thigh is pressed against his just enough that you hope it comes off as teasing. The smallest roll of his eyes before he takes a sip of his drink before placing it on the side table. “Trying to keep your distance?” 

“Just.” Lifting a finger and placing it against your lip as you rake your eyes over his body. “Admiring the view, after knowing you for this long it’s nice to see you so relaxed.” It’s true, like this he seems like a different person as if he doesn’t have to put on a show of absolute perfection. 

“The company helps.” Smirking as he turns to face you, sliding one of his hands along the back of the couch closer to your shoulder. “Though I would rather a closer view like the one I had this afternoon.” Ghosting his fingertips over your clothed shoulder while licking his upper lip. “Maybe in a different position so I can feel just how desperate you are for me. Let me take care of you tonight.” 

“Oh?” Grinning as you reach out to toy with the fabric of his turtle neck in the center of his chest. “How desperate I am? Hmm.” Shifting forward so the skin of your cheek rubs along his arm. “Or maybe you’re just as desperate and trying to hide it under the pretense of wanting to focus on me?” Letting your voice drop before whispering. “Professor.” 

You watch for a moment as his face splits into a devilish grin, squealing when his hands move to grasp your body and pull you into his lap so you're straddling him. “I believe I’ve made my attraction to you more than clear tonight.” Punctuating his words with a squeeze of your hips. “However, if you keep referring to me as that I might have to find a way to reprimand you.” A slight darkening of his eyes as he jerks upwards for a moment and you can’t help but moan at the slight friction. 

“What if I want you to?” You might be digging a grave for yourself but it seems like a better idea than trying to find the words to respond to his earlier confession. 

“You really are a naughty thing.” Using his hands to start to slide you against his crotch, tilting his head so he can nip at the edge of your jaw. “All those times you would argue with me over verbiage, I wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck the argument out of you.” Dragging his teeth along the tendon of your neck while his hands keep you moving at a steady pace.

You're panting from his ministrations, lifting your hands to place them against his chest. Trying to rub at his skin through the material of his shirt, feeling the skin along your neck pebble in the wake of his breath. “You think that cock of yours is enough to stop me from arguing with you?” Well aware of how breathy your voice sounds as your clit throbs, the fabric of your skirt starting to bunch up around your legs. 

“No.” Shifting his hold so one of his hands can slip under the edge of your skirt and give one of your asscheeks a harsh slap making you gasp and arch into his chest. “But it was a thought that I used to jerk myself off in the shower more than once. To picture you squirming and whining loudly enough that anyone walking by would have heard us.” Leaning back so he can meet your eyes. “Well aware you’d have been even more argumentative with me the next time we went to review your work.”

“Shit.” Lifting a hand to rake your fingers along the shorter stands on ear beside his ear and rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You know me so well.” Agreeing because you would have argued even harder. “Keep this up and I’m gonna cum on your lap.” Shifting closer so you can ghost your lips over his. “Maybe as hard as when I’ve used the thought of you to get myself off. Of how you’d put me on my knees under your desk and have me suck you off while you had meetings with other students that made it clear they wanted to fuck you for a better grade.” Letting your voice drop as you spoke, your other hand pushing his turtle neck down to graze your nails over his skin before kissing him. 

Unlike your kiss this afternoon it’s long and sensual, like neither of you are in a hurry, that there’s time to explore the cracks in his lips and the subtle curve of them. Still grinding against him and relishing the sensation of his hard cock just under you, a few layers of clothing keeping you separated. 

Jerking back when he pinches your butt out of the blue. “Maybe you’ll have to visit me next semester and live out that fantasy for real.” Stopping you from chastising him as you flush at how evenly his voice is as he teases you. “My little wolf of an ex-student listening as all the sheep cry how cruel I am.” Letting out a pleased hum as if he’s just picturing it in his head. 

“Lucifer.” Whining as you look away for a moment. “Aren’t you worried we’d get caught?” 

“If we were I’d just let them watch as you drained my balls, then when you were done tell them how I’ve got my partner and they could never compare.” You’re flushing again this time for a different reason. 

“Where the hell was this flirting games a few weeks ago?” 

“Locked up because I don’t date students.” No longer using one of his hands to help you grind against him, tugging at your shirt to pull it free from the band of your skirt so he can slide his palm along your lower back. “Which gives us a reason to celebrate your recent accomplishment of being a graduate.” Lifting one of his dark eyebrows as he tilts his head to kiss your forearm that’s near since your fingers are still tangled in his hair. “Don’t you agree my little wolf?” 

“You’ve called me that a few times today.” Ignoring his comment about celebrating for a moment as you give a not so subtle hint that you want his shirt off as you start to pull upwards on the fabric tucked into his pants. “Why?” 

Chuckling as removes his hands from your body and hooks his digits into the material before tugging his shirt upwards and over his head, tossing it to the chair adjacent to the couch. “Simple.” Starting to toy with the buttons of your shirt while you’re distracted with the view of his lean form. “For most people, you act demure and quiet, like a soft little sheep.” When you give him a cautious nod he starts to slowly slip the first button closest to your skirt past its fastener. “Yet I see the hint of those fangs when you snarl back, just like a wolf. Hence, my little wolf in sheep's clothing.” 

“Not sure I follow your reasoning, but I do like it.” Placing your hand on his abdomen and spreading your fingers over the defined muscles you hadn’t expected to see. Tracing the lines of his abs to his belly button before lifting your eyes to notice he seems far more focused on working on undoing the next few buttons of your shirt. “Though.” Dragging out the word as you trail fingers lower to the edge of his slacks and the silver belt buckle. “I think right now I’d rather be in no clothes.” 

Nearly halfway up your shirt he pauses, a slow raise of his head from the task at hand to look into your eyes. “I’m working on it.” A grin that seems far too reminiscent of the animal he keeps calling you as a nickname. “Unless you aren’t partial to this blouse.” 

“Don’t you dare!” Twitching your nose at him as you pause from trying to work the buckle of his pants loose. Gasping and arching your back forward when he slips his hands under your shirt and gives your breasts a squeeze. 

“So feisty, I wonder if you’ll be just as defiant later when I’m sunk deep in your core.” All you can do in response is grind down more into him as he uses his thumb to push the material of your bra out of the way to rub and stroke at your nipple. “Such a responsive girl, now can I go back to enjoying the slow reveal of your pretty skin?” The corner of his lips lifting in a smirk as he asks, making sure to work the one nipple into a pebble. 

Swallowing your lick your lips. “No.” You’ve never thought of yourself as a brat but you’re going to try it for a moment just to give that defiance in what he’s asking for being denied. Quickly lifting your hands to the remaining buttons and unsnapping them without damaging your shirt and pulling it away from your skin. “I want this damn thing off. Now.” 

You expected him to be somewhat upset since he did say a slow reveal but the Cheshire cat grin on his face reminds you that he had asked if you were partial to the shirt earlier. Damn. You walked right into that one. “It seems you’re just as lovely with and without your shirt.” Moving so he can brush his lips over the swell of your breasts spilling out over the material of your bra. “I’ve often wondered how you’d look without fabric hiding your chest away, as always you exceed my expectations.” Jolting as his hands grip just under your ribs to hold you in place so he can use his mouth to tug the center of the cups down before using his tongue to circle one of your newly revealed nipples. 

Arching your back at the sensation of the wet muscle teasing your skin, your insides clenching from his actions and you can’t help it, you let out a noise that’s a cross between a mewl and moan. Fully aware how desperate it makes you sound. Your hands flying upwards to the back of his head and curling your fingers amongst the dark and greying strands. Unsure if you want to tug him closer so more of your skin is in his mouth or push him away with the way your stomach and sex are turning into a mess of straining muscles as your arousal grows. “Lucifer!” Blinking rapidly as the pressure grows more and more intense. 

You feel as much as hear him make a noise that you think might have been a chuckle as he drags his teeth along the skin as he pulls away. “Yes?” That tone of absolute superiority back before he drags his lips along the curve of your breast on his way to treat the other nipple to the same treatment as the first. 

You’re blinking again as that tongue of his goes back to work and leaves you whining while your nipple starts to harden, unaware your hips are starting to gyrate on his lap again. Lucifer is well aware of the damp fabric starting to rub against his clothed erection, the material of your skirt trapped between both of your bodies. Jerking his head back with a snap that has you wincing from the sudden change in pressure as your boob pops from his lips. “You called my name as if you had a question.” One of his hands drops from where he’s been gripping your side to take a large handful of your ass and give it a harsh squeeze. “You know I don’t like being interrupted my little wolf.”

“I, I” Stammering as you try to find the words in your scattered brain before you give up and blurt out two words. Two words that have his expression shifting from one of absolute authority to sin. “Fuck me!” It’s all your mouth can manage with the way his palm is rubbing your ass under the fabric of your underwear as he keeps rolling you along his hips pushing the garment to the side. “Please!” 

The final word has him pausing before letting out a dark chuckle that makes your sex throb and gush. “Just this once I won’t make you beg too long.” You barely have time to blink before you’re under him on the couch the material of your skirt lifted up as nimble fingers hook the soaked fabric of your underwear and tug them down your legs. “Not when I’ve spent the last year using the thought of ruining to get myself off in the shower.” Tossing the material over his shoulder, uncaring as to where it might land as he goes back to studying your folds and spreading your open with his thumbs. “What a lovely wet sight, if I didn’t know better I’d say I wasn’t the only one getting off in the shower with some rather inappropriate thoughts given our professional relationship.” 

You can’t help but flush as he says it, well aware your body is betraying you with the force of your walls fluttering at his words. “It’s not my fault you’re attract-!” Gasping instead of finishing your words as Lucifer shoves his tongue into your cunt, wiggling the muscle as deeply as he can with the point of his nose bumping your clit. “Fuck!” Feeling your back arch as your hands grasp his head and your hips start to jerk as you start to grind on his face. Blinking rapidly as your chest starts to heave as you try to suck air into your lungs as if you had forgotten how to breathe, every swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars and the fire in your stomach growing in intensity to the point of a thin layer of sweat forming at the edge of your hairline and along the back of your neck. 

Lucifer doesn’t relent as he keeps lapping at your core like a man starved, curling his tongue and switching from fast movements of his tongue plunging into you and long languid laps as if he was in no hurry to enjoy all of your juices. All you can do is whine, aware you’re making noises for this man that you didn’t even think were possible. Your breathing growing more and more erratic while your hips undulate as if you could get him to reach deeper parts of your sex with that tongue of his that you’d seen bring other students to tears. 

A harsh suck on your clit that you weren’t expecting and you’re done, a choked moan passing your lips as your body goes rigid while your orgasm rocks through your body. Slumping into the couch while Lucifer keeps his mouth on your sex, a wet messy sound that if you had been more aware you might have made the connection of him sucking your release down while dragging out your pleasure until you start to whine, mindlessly trying to push him away. Your lungs burning as your heart beats in your chest hard enough you think you might throw up. 

Vaguely aware of the couch shifting and the sound of Lucifer standing, rubbing a hand down your face as you keep trying to get your body to calm down. “I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes.” Even uttering the words seems difficult, in a way you feel like you’re drunk but you didn’t drink that much wine. 

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Chuckling you try to sit up to see what Lucifer is doing only to feel your brain stop for a moment. Lucifer’s pants are no longer around his hips, and you have no idea what his underwear looked like as you focus on the length hanging between his legs. “See something you like little wolf?” The smug tone in his voice is clear as he gives himself a long pump, making a show of sliding the extra skin near his tip in a way that has your body tightening. 

“I do, and I’m wondering how the hell I’m walking out of here later.” Licking your lips as you sit up a little more, unaware of your skirt falling forward to hide your drenched sex from him. 

“With your legs unable to support your weight.” Moving about the room Lucifer pauses in front of a cabinet, sliding a drawer open and pulling a square piece of plastic out. “However you didn’t specify when later is, so perhaps I’ll ensure all you can do is crawl when you decide to leave my company.” He’s teasing you again as he rips the condom open and slides it down his shaft before approaching you once more. 

“What if I don’t wanna leave at all?” Fluttering your eyelashes at him as you sit up more on his couch, aware of the wetness dripping down your thighs and using your arms to push your breasts up and together. 

“Then you’ll need to learn a few rules to stay.” Smirking with that look of sin on his face again as he moves closer. “Now loss that skirt, I’d prefer that lovely view of your drenched pussy on display for me.” 

You aren’t sure you’ve ever moved so fast, biting your lip as you stand and work at the fastener to let the material slide down your hips to puddle on the floor. At least before you flush and find yourself looking at the floor as the realization hits you that the same man that was your mentor this morning just ate you out like a champ and gave you what was probably the best damn orgasm of your life. What a strange turn of events that has you feeling a twinge of embarrassment all of a sudden and you feel the heat starting to burn along your cheeks. 

“Are you having second thoughts?” Surprised when you feel his palm slide along one of your cheeks to force your gaze from the floor to look at him. “If you want to stop this, just say the word. At any point.” While his eyes are still swimming with lust you can see the understanding and reassurance in them, if you don’t want to continue he won’t do anything more. 

“I just.” Reaching your hand up to place it over his, taking note of how much larger his is compared to your own. Swallowing as you try to find the right words. “This morning we were still just professor and student, it's like my head can’t wrap around the idea of you actually wanting me.” 

“You’re more than clever enough I think to know I want you.” A step closer and you’re finding it hard to focus on his voice with that monster between his legs brushing against your belly. “As I said this afternoon, I don’t want you to think of this as some notch on your bedpost, I want to watch you come undone for me. Over and over again, you’ve no idea how much pleasure I took in watching you cum earlier, and if that’s all you’ll allow me to have I’ll treasure it.” 

Shit. You’re feeling weak in the knees again, where the fuck had this sweet soft man been when lecturing you about comprehensive thought layouts in a paper? “You’re a big softie you know that? But I don’t wanna stop Lucifer.” Giving him an honest answer as you nuzzle into his palm.  

Your words earn you a chuckle from the man before he dips his head closer to ghost his lips over yours, just enough to have you chasing after him again for a longer lingering kiss. One that you can taste your release from earlier on his lips and it makes your core throb, the heat from his cock through the condom brushing your naval not helping. “I can assure you, my tender words are meant only for you my little wolf.” Smirking as he nips at your lips before sliding his hand down your ribs in a way that makes you shiver. “Just as I can assure you a big part of me wants to get to you far more intimately.” 

“Should we get back to it then?” It’s your turn to chuckle lightly, ghosting your fingers down his chest and enjoying the fine dusting of hairs you feel before you curl your digits around the head of his cock. “I wanna feel that part of you in action.” 

“Get on the couch and I’ll show you how.” He pauses for a moment before giving your ass a slap that rings around the room. “Tender I can be.” 

Its a little awkward as you start to step closer to it with Lucifer’s body still flush against you, both of you going for another kiss that borders on sloppy as your lips coil and slide along with salvia dripping down your chin. At least until you go to sit only for Lucifer to shake his head. “I want you to lay back with your hips on the armrest and your back on the cushions.” Guiding you more where he wants while he nips at your earlobe, his breath erratic in your ear and it makes your cunt start to clench. “I want our first time to be something neither one of us ever forgets.” It’s a bit of an odd position but once you find your back against the cushions with a curve to your spine you can see why he wanted it. 

You both have a perfect view of your pussy and his cock and it makes your stomach clench and your heart starts to pound faster, hearing your own blood pump through your veins like a drum. Biting your lip to try and keep your noises to yourself when Lucifer starts to rub his tip along your folds, spreading your slick around before he looks up to catch your gaze. “Ready?” Nodding as you swallow, your mouth is suddenly dry at the fact the man you’ve fantasized about for the last four years is about to split you open. 

“Ready” barely able to get the word out before Lucifer nods himself, his eyes going back to the space between you as he lines himself up and starts to split you open. Moaning as his tip easily breaches the first few inches of your pussy before you start to feel the rest of your slick channel stretch around him. Hearing him groan you let your eyes flick upwards to watch his expression as more of his length disappears inside your body. His eyes are narrowed to the point you can barely see the crimson tint in them, a shine along his forehead and from the way the muscles of his neck are straining you can tell he’s trying to hold himself back from ramming his cock balls deep into your cunt. 

“So tight.” His words a low rumble as he starts to ease out before working himself back in, a slow motion that has both of you making noises that could be mistaken for a porno. “You’re like a vice, and so wet.” Panting a little now you look down to see he’s nearly at the halfway point, and you’re already stretched far more than any of your previous rare hook ups ever had you. If you’re feeling this full you aren’t sure how you’re going to survive the rest of him fitting into your core. “I’m starting to think you wouldn’t have been able to take me without your first orgasm.” You can’t find the words but you find your head nodding in agreement, feeling the sweat of your lower back starting to run down to your shoulders with the angle you're in on the couch. “Almost there.” Grinding his teeth you hear the strain in his voice, letting out a whimper as the stretch of your inner walls borders on painful. “Do you see that?” Surprised as his grip changes so he can hold your legs in a different position. 

Following his gaze you mewl. 

There, just above your pelvis, you can see the smallest bulge of skin. “Is that?” Whining you watch as he pulls out a bit and the bump disappears. 

“It is.” There’s a catch in his voice and you can understand why, in this position, with his cock splitting you open along the upper channels of your cunt the two of you can see his cock forcing your muscles to shift as he fills you. A few more slow thrusts and he pauses, as deep as he can go with that small bulge back in your stomach. Watching his face raise so he can meet your eyes once more. “That.” Pausing as he swallows, a rasp in his voice. “Is an unexpected outcome, one I’m rather pleased with.” You just nod as you sink your teeth more into your bottom lip, talking with how full you feel is out of the question. You’re at the edge and damn if you don’t like being there, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt and pressed against all the right places while he isn’t even moving has your heart pumping like you were running. His hands feel cool on the hot skin under your thighs as he keeps your legs up and spread to keep that little bulge visible to you both. A long inhale on his part before he says something that makes your eyes widen. “I’m going to ruin you.” 

Biting your lip is no longer an option as starts to thrust into you in earnest with long quick strokes that have you screaming, your hands grabbing the side of the cushion and the back of the couch to anchor yourself as Lucifer sets a pace that has you seeing stars. “Luc!” His name mixed in with the sympathy of noises created between both of your moaning and the wet slap of skin as he pounds into your body mercilessly, his gaze fixed on the space just above your sex. 

Like seeing the physical sign of his cock that deep in your body has unlocked some feral part of his brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard all you can feel for the next few days is the phantom sensation of my cock forcing your body to accept it.” Letting out a long moan of his own as his dark hair starts to fall forward into his eyes. “No one will ever make you feel like this.” Another small adjustment as he moves one of your legs so your ankle is over his shoulder. “Any other man who fucks you will feel the imprint of my dick in your pussy and know they can never make you feel as good as I can.” Placing his hand over your sex and groaning as the hammering of his cock has the tip of his index finger lifting, shifting his movements you let out a scream of his name when he brushes so deep inside you against a spongy part you see blackness at the edge of your vision. “That’s right my little wolf. Scream how good I make you feel, I want my cock to be the only one that gets you off ever again.” 

If you had the brain cells to muster an answer you’d be screaming a chorus of yes over and over, after this you’ll never be able to fuck another man. Lucifer has ruined you for any other man to pleasure as he thrusts into you at a blistering pace, one that has you moaning as you howl when a release hits you out of the blue. 

“That’s a good girl, cum on my cock.” Sounded winded as if he’s on his last legs Lucifer doesn’t let up, pulling another orgasm from you shortly after the first, like a wave crashing over the other as it starts to recede. “One more, just one more and I’ll follow you.” A long exhale as his hips start to falter before he somehow finds the energy to thrust into you harder, and when the third orgasm hits you, you bellow. 

“Lucifer!” Your back arching all the way from the couch with the back of your head rubbing against it, your pussy clamping down hard enough that Lucifer can feel himself flooding the condom mid thrust. A matching scream of your name that you don’t hear as you black out for a few moments, your body pushed past the edge from overstimulation.

Lucifer for his part doesn’t stop, not with how tightly your cunt is milking him. His balls and ass clenched tight as he empties himself inside the latex deep in your core before stilling, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Part of him wondering how he’s going to top this during the next round while you float from the endorphins flooding your system. At least you make for a nice sight on his couch covered in a sheen of sweat looking blissed out of your mind. 

As you slowly come back to your senses you just blink up at the ceiling, watching the shadows cast by the light fixture. Something bland to focus on while your heart thumps in your chest and your body feels like it’s just woken up from the best nap in your life even if your skin is covered in liquid and you aren’t sure you could stand. Then again with feeling Lucifer’s cock still splitting you open you don’t want to go anywhere right now anyway so the thought of wobbly legs is easily pushed aside. 

“It seems I’ve rendered you speechless. That might be a first.” You laugh blindly reaching for his hand to give his fingers a squeeze, he’s probably right but you don’t want to say anything to ruin this moment. “I will say, you do make for a lovely sight stuff with my cock in your core and utterly exhausted.” 

“I’m not exhausted.” Chuckling as you pull your hand away so you can use your elbows to help you adjust your position so you can make eye contact with him. “Just feeling really good, and lucky.” 

“Lucky?” A raise of one of his dark eyebrows while the corner of his lips ticks upwards, ghosting his fingers over your sex in a way that has you humming. Shit, you didn’t think your body would already want to go again. 

“Yea. I think I just got banged by the best man in the country.” With his lost grip on your legs, you’re able to break away and curl them around his sides and hook your feet together over his ass cheeks. 

“Flattery will only get you so far my little wolf.” His words are soft compared to the swat to your thigh. “Now hold on.” One hand on your leg to push it aside and the other wrapped around his cock as he starts to remove his softening cock from your pussy. Moaning from the loss and feeling a slight twinge of pain in your core. “My my.” Muttering under his breath as the head slips from your folds, licking his lips before smirking. Placing his condom wrapped cock atop your slick mound you understand why. Even as he’s starting to soften his dick still almost reaches your naval, but what has you panting is the thick glob of white in the reservoir. “It seems I was rather pent up.” 

“Damn.” Now a part of you is wishing he’d pumped that into you so you could feel it for the rest of the night. “Can we.” Licking your lips again as you flush a little in embarrassment but forge on with your question. “Can we do this again? Maybe without a condom?” 

“You mean this position or the night?” Bending at the waist to help you sit up with a few minor adjustments until you’re seated on the arm rest. 

“The night?” As hot as the sex was you could do with the dinner and easy conversation with him again. 

Except Lucifer is laughing low in his throat as he starts to pull the condom off before knotting it and tossing it into a waste basket near the couch. To say you’re confused is an understatement before he closes the distance to seal your lips with a kiss that leaves you breathless as you cling to his shoulders. “Perhaps you should ask about repeating the night once it’s over, because I’m far from finished with you my little wolf.” Placing his hands on your hips as he guides you to stand, supporting your weight when you almost fall to the floor. 

“Then, can we do the next round without a condom?” Your voice a whisper as you ask inches from his lips before rambling on. “I’ve got an IUD and I haven’t had a period in a year, and I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom before.” Your words starting to tumble over one another as you hurry to try and explain that as much as you’re down for safe sex, feeling Lucifer cum inside of you with no barrier has your pussy clenching again ready to roll. 

“If that’s what my little lady wants, we can lose the condom for the next round.” A rasp to his voice and you feel his cock starting to harden again against your belly. Shifting so you can connect your lips with his, trying to take the lead this time as you swipe your tongue along his bottom lip. A silent request he allows you as you tentatively slip your tongue into his mouth, moaning as you taste the wine and your juices still lingering there. Humming as his hands roam your sides in slow light touches that leave a trail of pebbled skin. Breaking from the kiss with thin strands breaking to smack against your skin as he remains close. “However a change of location is required. I want you spread out on my bed while I ravage you.” 

“Then lead the way.” Leaning against him as he turns still not trusting your legs as he guides you down the hallway and towards a set of stairs. 

A set of stairs that you trip over halfway up, laughing as you land on your butt with Lucifer reaching to try and help you. However, the position has a very different thought cross your mind as you realize that you’re face level with his cock. Flicking your eyes upward to meet his lust blown orbs before you act. Darting in and mouthing at his hard cock, the taste of latex heavy on his skin but you don’t care. Not when he lets out a moan that just emboldens you to double your efforts. Placing one of your hands around his base to stead him as you kiss the tip. “Let me clean you up first.” Your face closer to his body you start lapping at his cock closer to the base with swirls of your tongue, tasting the salt from his cum on your tongue that has you humming. 

“Shit.” Lucifer doesn’t stop you, instead carding his fingers your hair to brush the strands away from your face to give him an unimpeded view as you tilt your head while licking his cock. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Moaning as you keep going, feeling your chest puff with pride at his praise and using the moment to trace a prominent vein with the point of your tongue. His hands tighten his hold, it seems he likes that. Glancing upwards with you curl the wet muscle along the underside of his shaft, the look on his face almost makes you cum. His eyes are blown wide and his dark hair a mess with his bangs falling forward, his lips pulled back from his teeth that are clenched so tightly you might have been able to hear them grinding together from your position on the stairs. 

You keep going, switching from long swipes of your tongue along his shaft to timid kitten licks until you can no longer taste the salt on each patch of his skin. Working until all that’s left is his tip, the slit pooling with precum that you lean in and place a kiss on before hollowing your cheeks and sucking. “Fuck” Hissing your name as Lucifer pulls you away with just enough force to make you stop and look at him confused, his chest heaving and his pupils black. “If you keep going, that next load is going down your throat and I’d much rather put it elsewhere in your body.” A slow show of licking his bottom lip before smirking and the light of the stairs glinting of his canines. “That is what you were asking me for earlier wasn’t it? To cum deep in that lovely pussy of yours?” 

You can only nod, accepting his help to stand once more since the brief interlude on the stairs as your legs feel more stable. Unlike the trip up the first half his hands are anything but still, roaming around your body and groping at your curves, groaning as he whispering in your ear. “I’m going to make you scream my name over and over again. Oh. You like that. Well we’ll have to see how much of me you can handle before you can’t move.” 

The slick from your cunt dribbling from your opening and down your leg, you should feel dirty but you don’t. Instead your thoughts are focused on how deep his voice is in your ear and the way he guides you with his hands mapping your skin. Not that you aren’t just going along with this. One of your hands has stayed wrapped around his length, pumping him as you move and smearing that liquid beading on the head along his skin. 

“Door on the left.” Listening to him as you head in that direction, pausing once you step inside at the dim lights until your vision adjusts. There’s a massive bed in the center of the room with posts set up that make you wonder if he’s ever tied anyone to it and fucking them the way he fucked you downstairs.

“Whatever you’re thinking, I’m happy to try it with you.” Nipping at the skin of your neck as he pulls you close to him. “Tonight, I want you on your hands and knees. Can you do that for me?” 

“Yes.” Whispering the single word before you remove your hand from his dick and saunter toward the daunting piece of furniture, hoping the swaying of your hips doesn’t give away how nervous you are all of a sudden. Or jealous of the thought of someone else being in his bed. Crawling onto the soft mattress in what you hope looks sultry until you think you’re far enough on it to look over your shoulder and wink at him. “Lucifer, won’t you please come and give me that present you promised me on the stairs?” Fluttering your eyelashes at him while giving your ass a shake. 

“I certainly plan to.” Sure strides as he moves closer before joining you, placing his cock between your butt cheeks so you can feel the heat of his length sinking into you. “That’s why I want you in this position. So I can pound into that pussy of yours and plant that load so deep it’s still dripping out of you tomorrow.” 

Shit. Shaking in anticipation as he shifts so his length is sliding between your folds, brushing against your clit as he teases you. Gripping the silken bedding in your palms while one of is hands lands on your hips. A few more languid strokes of his hips before you feel his moist exhales against your neck. “Are you certain you want me to cum in you?” Even though you’re the one who wants it he still asks. 

“Only if you want too.” Realizing you haven’t really given him a choice for him to say no if he doesn’t want to. 

“I’ve fantasized about this for the past two years, to think I’m getting that fantasy realized tonight is making it hard to hold back.” His voice so low you clench hard enough that it hurts, wishing he was already filling that space inside of you. 

“Then don’t hold back.” Tilting your head to catch his eye. “Downstairs you said you were going to ruin me, so ruin me.” Rocking your hips back and moaning when the head of his cock hits your clit. “Make my body crave yours and yours.” 

“You truly will be the death of me.” Tightening his grip on your hip before pulling back to better align his cock with your slit before pushing in enough to make sure it doesn’t pop out. “Now just focus on me, how good I’m about to make you feel.” A single snap of his hips and cry out, stuffed to the brim with his dick spitting you open again. 

A hiss of your name, Lucifer doesn’t wait for you to adjust to him this time. Setting a brutal pace of jerking his hips forward with enough force you think he might be fucking the air from your lungs. One of his hands slides along your lower back while the other keeps you in place, which is good because you have no desire to try and focus on helping him. Not when your cunt is spasming along his length and your lungs burning with the effort of keeping you from falling down onto your elbows. 

“You really want my cum don’t you.” Moaning when he gives one of your ass cheeks a slap, your walls clenching around him again. “You’re even tighter than before, does the thought of my seed painting your insides turn you on that much?” Adding a circular movement to his pistoning hips that has part of his member brushing against a bundle of nerves inside you that you weren’t aware existed. “Don’t answer. Your body gives you away.” Working his hips faster into your slick core you feel the tension along your back growing as that invisible thread goes taunt. “You’re ready to cum already?” His hand on your hip moves upward to grope one of your breasts, toying with the nipple while he plants his other hand over yours. His entire frame cages you in as he ruts like an animal, the sweat from his skin falling on yours and trailing down before dripping to the sheets below. Moaning at the new position as his balls swing forward to smack your clit, his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust. “Then cum my little wolf, and I’ll give you what you asked me for.” An order in your ear as he starts to suck on the skin of your neck that he can reach and it’s too much, for you. 

Arching your back as your orgasm hits you like a train, too many different sensory inputs and your whole body goes rigid, except for your sex that is quivering and pulsing. Aware of Lucifer sucking harder as his hips stills, a fire burning in your core as the first spurt of cum blasts from his cock to splatter against your womb. Its heady even if its smaller then his first load but you still moan before slumping forward on your arms, guiding to the sheets by Lucifer. 

His mouth no longer on your neck as he keeps pumping you full of his seed, a trail of wet kisses along your back between your shoulders. “Catch your breath, this night is far from over and the next round will be with you on your back. Neither of us is sleeping tonight.” 

True to his word you’re both still awake when the first light of dawn starts to stream in through the slits in his blinds. His chest pressed to yours and his cock thrusting shallowly into your abused, sore cunt. You lost track of how many times you came, or how many times he emptied his balls inside of your slick channel. All you know is you are whining into his neck, utterly exhausted. “Last one, last one.” A chanting in your ear as he keeps moving before the last orgasm leaves you both a tangle of limbs. 

Hours later when you wake up, you’re still in the same position the only difference being on your side now and under his silk sheets. Shifting as you look around for a clock, wincing when you see the time. 

A groan makes you pause, turning your face to see Lucifer looking at you with a bleary look and one eye cracked open. “It’s too early for this, and I am not a morning person.” 

“It’s noon.” 

“Not in this bed it's not.” You snicker as he shifts impossibly closer and buries his face against your neck. “Besides neither of us is working today.” 

“Still!” Laughing as you trailing your hand along his back before biting your lip. “So, after that night can I still ask if we can do a repeat?” 

“On one condition.” 

“What is it?” Laughing at how annoyed he sounds even with his voice muffled by your neck and the fabric of the pillow. 

“We’re dating.” Ghosting the point of his nose along a muscle in your neck. “Exclusively.” 

Well after the night you just had, and as much as you know of the man you do want to get to know him better. Plus you already know how attracted to him you are. “Ok Lucifer, we’re dating.” Laughing low in your throat, your hand continued to roam his skin, awarded with another groan. 

“I should have said two conditions, the second being to go back to sleep.” 

“But I’m hungry Lucifer, I want breakfast.” Letting your voice drop as your hand lands on his butt and giving it a squeeze. 

Squealing in surprise as you find yourself on your back with the sleep fading from Lucifer’s eyes as he smirks down at you, feeling his cock starting to stir still inside your pussy. “Oh, I know just what kind of breakfast to give you.” 

Suffice to say, you don’t leave Lucifer’s house that day either. Or should you say your ex-professor turned boyfriend's house? 

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And suddenly I’m in junior high again..

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“Might as well get comfortable..”

(SO SO SOO sorry for the delay was planning to post on Christmas but had surgery so been recovering from that but anyway hope you enjoy!)

My heart races as I desperately refresh the news on my phone, clinging to the faint hope that the relentless snowfall will relent just long enough for me to find my way out of this uncomfortable nightmare. How did I find myself in this tangled web of despair? The memories blur, swirling around the frantic moments spent at my brother's apartment complex; I am adrift and impatient instead of safe in my own sanctuary. He had promised me he'd be right back, just needed to grab the smoked turkey, yet fate had other plans. I was left at the mercy of his best friend, Gojo, who was sent to fetch me—only for the door to remain stubbornly shut. Every effort is easily shut down by the solid door that won’t budge no matter what. And here we are, isolated- cut off from the rest of the world for now, Alone. I slump against the back of the couch chewing on my nail, thoughts circulating my brain the speed of a formula 1 car.

He stood up, his footsteps quiet as he approached her. As he got closer, he noticed the way her body tensed, as if anticipating something. He stopped right in front of her, his muscular frame towering over her seated figure. Casually, he leaned against the wall, his arm above her head. A smirk returned to his face, and he broke the silence with a casual tone.

"Still gnawing on those nails, huh?"

Immediately as he finishes that remark I take my fingers out of my mouth and stuff them under my legs.

“No. -still playing around with girls feelings?”

He chuckled at her reaction, the sound deep and velvety. Leaning in slightly, his face came just a breath away from hers. His eyes roamed over her face, noting the faint flush on her cheeks, before he replied in a tone that was both taunting and teasing.

"Playing with girls’ feelings? Me?"

He feigned ignorance, clearly enjoying the playful banter that was forming between them.

“Yes you. I still don’t forget what you did to my friend.”

A smirk played on his lips as she mentioned her friend. He knew exactly what she was referring to, but his facial expressions betrayed none of it. Leaning in a bit closer, his breath skimmed her skin. His eyes locked with hers, a mischievous twinkle shining in them.

“Ah, but you see, what happens between a woman and I is our business. It’s not for you to remember, or to comment on.”

I now turn to look at him directly in the eye. Fortunately, my friend is doing much better; she is now married and has two adopted children. After being with Satoru for merely five months, she experienced a significant decline in her mental health following their breakup. While I am not entirely certain of the specifics, I do understand that it is a recurring situation.

“You and your ‘business’ can take a leap off a cliff. I fail to comprehend why my brother maintains a friendship with you. You have been a nuisance to me since day one, and you continue to be. Do you take pleasure in pushing people to their limits?”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. He found her irritation rather endearing—the manner in which she spoke to him was simultaneously frustrating and amusing.

"Oh, come now. Your brother is friends with me because he recognizes how enjoyable and charming I am. As for driving people to the brink… well, that merely serves as an added benefit."

Leaning closer to her, his body nearly in contact with hers, his voice lowered, imbued with a hint of mockery and playfulness.

"Furthermore, it appears that you are deriving some enjoyment from this pain.

I lean away from him.

"What pain are you specifically referring to? The only discomfort I am experiencing is the ache in my forehead caused by your irritating voice.

He chuckled at her attempt to distance herself, finding her resistance quite amusing. He took a small step closer, their bodies now merely a handful of inches apart.

"Oh, I believe you know precisely the type of pain to which I am alluding. The manner in which you strive to resist me, yet remain engaged in this conversation with me."

Reaching out, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin.

"Admit it, you secretly derive enjoyment from this little game we play.

I rise from the couch and proceed to the kitchen for a glass of water. However, my true intention is to hide my flushed and warm cheeks.

Gojo accompanied her to the kitchen, observing as she poured herself a glass of water. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze surveying her figure and noting her flushed cheeks.

A smirk formed on his lips, aware that she was more impacted by their banter than she chose to reveal. He crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to one side.

"You may attempt to deny it as much as you wish, but I can see right through you," he remarked, his tone infused with mockery and playfulness.

He raises an eyebrow at my retort, a spark of playful malice glimmers in his frosty blue eyes, suggesting intrigue in the atmosphere that surrounds us.

I cast a glance at him before returning my attention to whatever I had been engaged in, though I have since forgotten what that was. He gently takes hold of my chin and turns my head towards him. A smirk rests at the corner of his pink lips.

“Keep Lookin’ at me, just like that sweetheart.”

His thumb lightly brushes over my lips—back and forth—until he gradually leans in closer. I become so absorbed in his subtle display of flattery that I nearly overlook the fact that he is, in fact, a thoroughly unpleasant individual. Eventually, my instincts take over, and I swat his hand away.

“You believe I will simply kiss you because you uttered sweet nothings?”

My tone is harsh with anger; it encompasses all my feelings at this moment. I am angry with him, but most of all, I am angry with myself—how could I have been so foolish? I push him away and walk to my makeshift bedroom, attempting to gather my thoughts, but I am unable to do so as Satoru enters and sits beside me.

“I sincerely apologize for my previous behavior; I honestly don’t know what got into me. I understand that you might see my actions as playful, but I've come to realize the depth of my true feelings, and I feel utterly lost on how to express them. I love you, I love you, I love you—with every part of my being. I always have, and I know you might struggle to accept this confession because of my past. But please know, my interactions with your friends were only meant to stir a little jealousy. I can’t help but wonder—did it work?”

It is quite overwhelming, and every thought is racing through my mind at this moment; however, when I look up and see his beautiful eyes, which glisten like the ocean on a warm summer day at sunset, I realize that I share the same sentiment.

BAAM - the sound of the door opens with a sense of urgency.

My brother hurriedly moves about the house, calling my name, and I quickly emerge. He notices Gojo and expresses relief that both his best friend and his "baby sister" are safe.

Before I am able to provide Gojo with a response, I am taken to my brother's car and we drive off to the party, with Gojo following behind us. I am certain that this evening will be an awkward one, filled with glances. What concerns me most is whether my feelings will be revealed... or not.

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Heyoo :D going to write a Christmas trope🎄which do you prefer?

Robber Geto on Christmas Eve

Snowed in with gojo

Voting ended onDec 26, 2024

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