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Your super model boyfriend, Satoru Gojo, loves when you tease him (18+, fem reader, edging, smut, power couple)

You had learned a lot in the past 10 months you and Satoru had been together. Honestly it was surprising. Firstly, he was a workaholic. It had taken a while to understand he was deeply devoted to his job. He was a walking celebrity, rich and well educated. It was hard to go anywhere without paparazzi trying to snap a photo of you both. That’s just what happens when you date a world-famous supermodel. Tall, muscular in every fiber of his body, sweeping snow white hair with long beautiful eyelashes to match, and the most piercing blue eyes you’d ever seen.

You’d met at a photoshoot in NYC over Christmas, it was for a designer boxer brand, a bunch of gorgeous male models glistening from head to toe, walking through a fake set of pines and snow in low lighting, with a sultry instrumental version of “Santa Baby” playing in the background, in nothing but tight designer briefs.

It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, when you were a blushing ingenue right out of beauty school a shoot like this would have completely disoriented you with embarrassing lust, but this was your average week now. You’d been working in the beauty industry for well over 7 years now and you’d done everything from beautifying models boobs so they would glisten for their nude shoot, to helping many male models pack their shorts to look “bigger” in their underwear adds.

You did it all, hair, makeup, oiling bodies up and then hosing them down. Padding bras, tucking dicks, and on the rare rare occasion even dolling yourself up to join a shoot. Many of the photographers and producers you had worked with over the years had commented on your beauty, saying you should’ve gone into modeling yourself, and while you were flattered every time, you much preferred to be behind the scenes, seeing your work come to life and be praised on camera.

You had been asked to join a few shoots a couple years back, just a simple perfume campaign, but production had called you “radiant” and every now and again you still see the ad pop up on your socials or out-of-home public displays, your heart fluttering just a little everytime.

This shoot, back at Christmas, was different. You had prepped most of the models with your team. Getting them out to set quickly, and then he walked in. You knew who he was, god everyone did. Every guy wanted to be him and everyone wanted to be with him. Your heart nearly stopped in your chest as you quickly grabbed your production and makeup notes. Somehow, you had missed, that he was the face of this campaign. Your stomach doing somersaults as he sat down in your makeup chair.

Your nerves tied themselves into knots, as you did your best to do his makeup, a slight tremble in your hands. He was gorgeous in every media you’d ever seen him in, but in person it was magnified by a thousand. You bit at the insides of your lips trying to push down the blush. Apologizing:

“Sorry my hands typically aren’t this shaky.” A nervous laugh coming out of your throat.

He gave you a soft smile. His perfect lips softening upward. A quiet laugh escaping them. That didn’t make your nerves any better.

“That’s okay, I’ve seen your work, it’s good, and everyone tells me you’re the best. I trust you.” He nodded to you as you put on finishing touches. He stood, stripping off his shirt and pants, luxury briefs already on. He was chiseled like a statue and it made you wonder how much work it took to maintain a body like that. You swallowed hard to stifle a surprised yelp. This was the hard part, not only had you been tasked with hair and makeup for the male models, but also with shining them down to make their muscles and skin pop on camera. In short, you had to oil him down.

Your hands shook way harder now as you smoothed over his hard muscles with the oil, starting with his arms and legs first, trying to keep your head down as you did so, as to not make eye contact with his huge bulge. You made your way up over his perfect abs, the bottle rattling in your other hand, the shame rising in your face as you bit your lip and smoothed over his chest. Suddenly, his big hand clasped over yours, stopping it and laying your palm flat to his smooth bare skin. You inhaled sharply, your face heating up as you looked up making eye contact with those piercing blue eyes.

“Relax, I don’t bite.” He said another soft chuckle coming from him, you felt it reverberate in his chest as he still held your hand. You exhaled slowly, nodding. Finishing the job with steady hands. He examined himself in the mirror a face of approval nodding back in the reflection. You could feel the pride swell in your chest. He turned to exit the dressing room, ready to go to set, but then he stopped in the doorway.

“Y’know you’re even prettier than they said you were, and I don’t think that perfume ad quite captured your likeness…” he smirked back at you. His big arms flexing against the doorframe, the oil illuminating every muscle in his back. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish searching for air, unsure of what to say, shocked that he had even seen such a tiny ad. Had he looked it up before meeting you?

A sharp laugh echoed out of him as he smiled, almost giddy. His eyes trace, you up and down, he pursed his lips slightly like something dirty just crossed his mind. His face settled, returning back to his effortlessly sexy look.

“Yeah…definitely sexier in person. Thanks for the touch ups gorgeous…maybe I’ll see you later?” He smirked, flashing a foxy wink at you, a toothy and smug smile spreading across his face as he exited the dressing room. Your mouth hung agape, unable to formulate what had just happened, a growing heat in your whole body.

After that shoot, the rest was history. You spent Christmas in NYC together, truly at his heart he was a romantic. You had kept it quiet for awhile, not wanting to upset the balance of either of your careers or images. The public loved Satoru, what would they do if they found out he was dating some no name MUA? Turns out, you both are a hot commodity. After a sneaky paparazzi pic got leaked of you two being a little too friendly at a club, the whole world went crazy.

The publicity was wild. Even for Satoru who had fans all over the world. The response was fairly positive. Fans swooned online about what a gorgeous couple you both made. Fan pages went up, merch was sold, crass jokes were made all over social media about how people would love to “be in between those two.” Honestly it felt like living in an alternate reality for awhile.

The best part though was it made your job even better. You were booked with better clients on better jobs. Everyone wanted a piece of the publicity surrounding your relationship and while the lime-light was starting to get tiring, it was so so lucrative. Now, 10 months later, soon to be broaching your 1 year anniversary, all that publicity and hustle from months ago was paying off, because despite it being a freezing October back home, you were in a villa just off the southern coast of Italy, reaping your sweet sweet reward.

Because the second most amazing thing you had learned about your gorgeous boyfriend, who oozed masculinity with such sheer confidence it didn’t matter if some creative director put him in a skirt with guyliner on (a real shoot he did three months ago for a fundraiser) or if he was flexing his solid perfect muscles in nothing but tiny gym shorts for a headphones commercial, at the end of the day he was an absolute whimpering mess in bed for you, and you couldn’t love it more.

It didn’t click right away when you first got together. Probably because there are certain expectations when you first start dating a man as stunning as him that he would be the more dominant one in the bedroom. I mean c’mon? A well traveled, well read, extremely experienced supermodel? It made sense to you that maybe he’d want to be in control, but it wasn’t the case. In fact, your sex life seemed to be the only place where he didn’t have to be so tightly wound and in charge. It was so hot.

This little epiphany occurred to you at a club in Berlin where the music was loud and the liquor was strong. You both had been getting a little handsy on the dance floor and snuck off to a secluded area behind the main stage. The thrum of the music rattled the wall he pushed you up against, a hot and heavy make out session with desperate hands pulling at clothes. Your pussy throbbed between your legs, and you needed him right then.

You told him “Get on your knees, eat me out” a desperate command. He melted at the opportunity a hunger in his eyes that was new to you. He pulled your tights and panties down shoving his face up under your skirt and gladly licking every part of you, needily moaning as he did so. You only pushed him harder into you, and then you told him to touch himself, and he did, with eager enthusiasm. You rode his face so hard, his one hand gripping your thigh the other furiously stroking himself. He moaned so desperately and loudly into you that you came from the vibrations of them alone.

He hadn’t finished, but when he saw you did he went to stop and you told him “no”, pushing his head back holding his face tightly in your hand. His face flushed and mouth dripping with you. You told him to keep going, and he did, dirty sounds falling out of his mouth as his pretty eyes fluttered. He listened and hung onto your every dirty instruction that night, and from there it only got better.

Now, you both had taken a hiatus from the spotlight and a much needed break from work. A completely private villa just off the coast of southern Italy. A private staff at your beck and call. An open concept bedroom with a spectacular view of the ocean. It was perfect.

Even more perfect, the feeling of his abs against your belly as you nipped at his sharp jawline, soft sighs tumbling from his lips. You were both already naked from an early morning swim, the sun low in the sky, a romantic light dancing through the big breezy bedroom. You lick up his neck, a long slow stroke. He groans beneath you. “Oh baby..” he whispers, hips raising. You’d been like this for a good ten minutes, kissing, licking, and biting him. He loved it, and you could feel his large erection sitting just below you, twitching with every touch.

Your pussy flutters as his dick twitches against it again, you plant a deep french kiss on him. Your tongue exploring his mouth as his hips push upwards into you again. “Ah.” a little groan slips from your lips at the slight pressure his hips have created.

He groans more underneath you, pushing up again, his dick sliding through your slickness creating a throbbing sensation through you as it stimulates and teases your clit. “Mmm” you squirm as his brows scrunch together from the sensation. “You’re so wet..” he heaves, his voice breathy and sharp as he grips at your thighs, his big hands and long fingers digging into your soft skin. You bite your lip to stifle another moan.

You continue to grind against him, pleasuring yourself on his dick, letting your wetness slide him back and forth through your folds. Your nails digging into his chests as he pants beneath you.

“Oh fuck!” He whines head tilting back, pushing into the pillows as you continue to use his dick to pleasure yourself, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you both begin to sweat. His heavy hands grip harder into your thighs, pushing their way up as he lets out a long heavy breath. “Mmm” you whimper at his touch, as he begins to rub needy circles into your inner thighs with his thumbs.

His hands travel around you, grabbing your ass, sweeping your sides, and eventually landing on your breasts. “Ah” he breathes as you slide against him again, his hands starting to massage your tits, pinching and rubbing your nipples. You grind harder against him at the stimulation and he lets out deeper and filthier moans, pushing your hips down into him until you can feel the entire pressure of his throbbing cock against you. “Oh fuck” he sighs, hands trembling as they continue to work your breasts.

You can feel your clit throbbing, your thighs begging to shake as your orgasm begins to build and build on top of him, you need him inside you.

“What do you want Satoru?” You heave, placing your hands on top of his as he keeps pawing at your chest. He whines, eyes rolling back, as you slide against him again, his mouth flutters like he’s trying to form the words, you can see the sweat forming on his brow from the heat of the villa and the teasing, and you can feel your own accumulating on your chest as he plays with your tits. You bite your lip overwhelmed by all the sensations but not letting your orgasm overtake you just yet, not until he was fucking you.

He gasps, his face twisted in pleasure. His mouth still opening and closing like he’s trying but can’t decide.

“Please” a desperate whisper finally escapes his lips. His dick twitching against you.

You groan at his need for you.

“Please what?” You moan, your eyes rolling back as you rub against him again, your hands still atop his on your breasts.

“I wanna fuck you, please.” His voice shakes and trembles as the words fall out of his mouth, his hands gripping you harder a loud gasp coming from you at the sudden possessiveness. You can feel goosebumps on your skin despite the heat, the only sound surrounding you are the crashing waves outside, both of your filthy moans, and the slick sound of your pussy gliding across the surface of his big dick. You couldn’t take it much longer.

You lift up on him, pussy clenching at the sudden loss of pressure and contact. You can feel the slickness all down your thighs and it only turns you on more. You grab his dick, a sharp moan from him, and tease the tip to your opening. He’s whimpering and trying to push deeper in but you tease him a bit longer before finally sinking down onto him.

“Oh my fucking god” you gasp feeling him fill you up, easily sliding into you with how wet you are. He lets out indecent noises as his hips buck up into you.

“You feel so fucking good.” He manages to get out between whimpers. You grind down on him, feeling the thickness of him all inside you, stretching you in ways that felt so good. Tears prick your eyes at how good you were keeping yourself from not cumming right now, still wanting to savor bouncing on his dick.

You begin to ride him, he grips your hips immediately slamming you down onto him again and again. Your tits shamelessly bouncing as he jackhammers up into you. You both fill the room with sounds of skin on skin and animalistic noises. He shifts, sitting up more to face you as he continues to bounce you furiously on his cock. Your legs are shaking so bad you don’t know how you are keeping yourself upright, but then you notice how hard he is holding you and realize he’s the one in control now. You groan loud enough for it to echo off the walls as he keeps pumping into you, his piercing blue eyes transfixed on you and pussy drunk.

“Yeah that’s it baby.” He says through gritted teeth as he slows his pace, you can really see the flex of his arms as he works you. He pushes small, slow, agonizing thrusts into you now, seeing how much you were enjoying this, your eyes are watering as your pussy throbs and clenches around him, a devilish smirk on his face.

“Payback for all that teasing” he huffs as he drags his hips out slow and then pushes them back in. “Oh fuck!” You cry out as he does another slow and agonizing thrust, you can feel you orgasm on the cusp but still teasing you. You bite at your lip the tears pooling over now at how needy you were to cum. It always went like this, you would tease and make him a whimpering mess, and he always got his payback.

Your eyebrows furrow together as you try to push down on him, faster, harder, but you were coming undone and he was the one holding this together.

“You want it?” He asks his voice low and seductive, pushing into you slow again as you choke out the sound of a moan/sob. You can’t even speak, but your dig your nails into his chest as another filthy sound comes out of you. That he understands.

In a swift movement he flips you both around, now flat on your back in the bed, with him above you. Your center clenches at the sudden empty feeling of his dick pulling out as he looms over you. His pretty face staring into yours, snowy hair slick with sweat and his cheeks flushed from the exhilaration. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, then slips one arm under your lower back holding it up and firm. The other hand firmly gripping the headboard.

Without another word he slams into you, and you almost scream at how good it feels. He grips your ass sliding the one arm under you down.

“Yeah is this what you wanted? Wanted to tease me like that, this is what you get.” He pants pushing into you deeper and deeper. The tears of pleasure run freely down your face as the bed shrieks and shakes beneath you both. He transitions his hand from your ass to your leg he has propped on your shoulder, massaging the thigh, kissing, licking and biting it. You cry out.

The heat in your stomach has been building for so long, you can feel yourself getting tighter and tighter around him with every thrust. The sweat and the tears and the wet sounds colliding together in one big euphoric symphony. He studies your face as he keeps going, that devil grin reappearing as he wipes your tears. You get tighter, that fire getting hotter, clenching harder, digging your fingers into the sheets, thighs trembling so hard around his thick cock,

“You’re so close baby, I can feel you.” He moans letting his head dip at how good you felt. He moves his heavy hand back down your leg and pushes firmly on your lower stomach, thumb dipping into you to circle your clit.

“Ah, im gonna come for you baby” he cries, pushing into you in every way. Thrusting inside, pushing on your stomach and rubbing tight little circles into your clit. You were sobbing at this point, legs feeling like jelly. Right at the point of being pushed over.

“Do it for me, please.” He groans with one last push into you, before you felt his body go rigid a loud groan coming from him as he worked his way in and out of you, still pushing and rubbing you as he pushed out his own orgasm, you could feel the warm liquid fill your insides and you screamed out as you gushed right back onto his cock. Your whole body convulsing, back arching off the mattress. He still pumped slowly in and out of you letting both of you ride out your orgasms with each other. The tears still rolling down your face.

You both lay there breathless, painting like dogs bodies exhausted. Covered in each others slick.

He lets out a light laugh, giving your forehead a light kiss. That cocky, but sweet grin returning.

“Y’know, It’s so cute how you always think you’re the boss.”

A/n: OMFG sorry it took so long to get this to you guys!! I’ve been dealing with some pretty heavy personal stuff, but here it is!! I love whimpering pathetic men who can still be dominant yum yum yum!!

(Other small side note) thinking of making CEO Yuki a series because I loved writing that one so much. We want yuri!! :3

Hey guys so I lowkey fucking lied, I did not get that story out to yall lmao. I swear this week though!!! I have most of it written and it’s saved in my drafts it just needs some polishing etc! So sorry about the false hope. I’ve been really busy with work and life yknow how it goes! I’m trying my hardest not to let this page slip my mind bc I do love what I do here it’s just my time management skills are ass. Okay love you!

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Guys I’m having a horrible week ngl, but nonetheless I persist. The overwhelming vote was for Gojo (why even make a poll when he’s an option lg lmao) so just know it has been started, draft saved and in progress. Yall should have your dirty paws on it later today. Pls tell me I’m hot in my comments I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Okay, Love ya!

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Hey guys! Sorry for the inactivity I’ve been so so busy with work and trying to figure out school (I’m going back to college in a few months) and this page has sort of slipped my mind. Promise new content coming soon! Thank you to all the new followers I’m so happy you’re here! I’m going to do a poll see what you freaks want the next sexy sexy piece to be! Probably going to do another JJK bit, but if there’s other characters you’d like to see lmk!

Who we gooning to chat?

Shoko

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Voting ended onJun 26

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Yuki Tsukumo, powerful CEO, requests a meeting with you (fem reader, 18+, wlw, smut, unbalanced power dynamic, fem dom)

You started at the Tsukumo company five years ago. The young CEO Yuki Tsukumo was on the rise when you were graduating from your undergrad. Her ambition as a young woman in a high-tech male dominated field inspired you. You applied as soon as you could, a pipe dream really, so when they called you back for a round of interviews it was like you’d won the lottery.

You started off as an intern, it was grunt work for the first year or so, being the designated office go-for despite graduating with honors and several high-praise letters of recommendation. Truthfully it was an accident how you stumbled into your current position.

Someone made a mistake somewhere in company code, all systems went red and things were shut-down for over week . The tabloids ran wild trying to tear Miss Tsukumo apart, but she never lost her composure. It seemed her advanced team still hadn’t been able to identify the bug, and you had happened to be handing out coffees in the same meeting where these great minds were supposed to be solving the issue.

That was where you saw her in the flesh for the first time. She oozed confidence and coolness. A bombshell blonde who pulled no punches. Her face had decorated so many magazines that year and you had collected almost all of them like some sort of stalker. Even then it seemed no photographer could really capture just how stunning she truly was.

She was tall and never a afraid to still rock a heel to work. The sound of her Louboutin‘s clacking against the floor sent fear and admiration through every employee. Her blonde hair was long and always straightened till it fell into perfect golden sheets over her shoulders. She wore the occasion bun or slick back ponytail, but when her hair was down she was really enchanting.

She was also curvy, even office clothes couldn’t hide that, and you tried not to stare as you rounded her conference table passing out lattes. Her blouses and button ups accentuated her bust pulling tightly over her bouncy breasts. Every dress and pencil skirt never hiding the perfect curve of her ass. Your face couldn’t help but heat up and you had bit your lip to keep from blushing too hard.

She was irritated no one could solve where this bug came from. Against your better judgment you spoke up. Saying you had a software you’d been developing that could help sniff out her problem and maybe even identify a mole. The room felt like all the air had been sucked out of it, and she narrowed her deep brown eyes at you.

She rose from her chair, looming over you, your throat going dry. Heart pounding against your ribs. Then, unexpectedly, she smiled at you and it felt like the walls of the room were melting.

“Why not, none of these morons seem to have a solution. Let’s see what the pretty intern can do.” She winked and your soul left your body. Your software had done the trick, just like you knew it would, and with it came a barrage of promotions.

Now, five years later, you have the corner office, with the windows from ceiling to floor and your own personal thermostat. Your office was always perfectly temperature controlled to your liking. Your favorite part though was the privacy feature.

Just like in Miss Tsukumo’s office with a click of a button your office window and door would completely black out. All of them but the windows over looking the city, those had shades that could be rolled down via remote control.

However out of all the perks that came with your job the best being you worked directly with Miss Tsukumo now. Every meeting, every event, and every party. Most of the time she paraded you around as her best employee. While almost embarrassing at times you loved the high praise from such a powerful and captivating woman.

Tonight, you stood in the middle of a gallery for a charity event. Champagne and little platters of expensive cuisine being passed around the room, the live string band thrumming something sexy and classical. The benefactors had been pulled into a meeting on arrival for interviews and photo ops. This event was being hosted by The Tsukumo Company and no one had seen Miss Tsukumo yet. You could tell the room was growing restless.

You found a place to stand against the bar sipping slowly on a fruity cocktail. There was a podium in the front of the room where soon the benefactors would come and give speeches big swooping stairs on either side of it. The architecture of the gallery truly stunning. You traced your eyes up the stairs till you saw a door off to the top left click open, the flashes of paparazzi cameras going off like fireworks. The benefactors and CEOs were now in the building.

You spotted her first, descending the stairs down to the podium. She had on a black cocktail dress that hooked around her neck. It hugged her slim and toned figure, every curve visible. The neckline dipped and draped low around her bouncy breasts, showing enough of them to be flirty but chic. Her perfect golden hair was pinned up into a bouffant style bun delicate curls falling softly around her face and out of the perfectly crafted hairdo. As she rounded the stairs you could see the way the fabric of the dress clung to the perfect curve of her ass. The dress, as you could see now, was completely backless, a sparkling gold chain adorned with pearls following the curvature of her back.

She radiated in the soft glow of the gallery, seeming to move in slow motion as you watched her descend the steps. The string band swelling behind her. Her makeup soft and illuminating, eye lashes full and long, her lips brushed with a perfect pink gloss. Her signature red bottoms to complete the look making her long toned legs look extravagant in her short dress.

You’d admired Miss Tsukumo for a very long time, it was obvious she was beautiful, but as you watched her approach the podium now, sipping on your drink, you knees suddenly felt like jelly. A burning feeling beginning to well in your abdomen. You shift uncomfortably against the bar trying to shake the feeling between your thighs.

Miss Tsukumo greets the party. Smiling politely for the photographers, thanking the benefactors and praising her employees who work so hard for her company. Applause all around, she was great at this. “But there’s one employee in particular I want to acknowledge tonight! She has truly made this company skyrocket to success!”

She beams happily into the microphone, your stomach drops as she calls your name to join her on stage. Heads turn and look at you as scattered applause fills the room. A spotlight beams down on you hotly as you make your way nervously to the stage. You take your place beside her smiling timidly for the cameras.

“This amazing woman saved my company when I thought all was lost five years ago. It was her software that provided the avenues for us to rewrite and secure our systems.” She gave a quick side glance to you, pulling you into her side till you were pressed together.

The smell of her sweet perfume filling your nose, she was warm against your side her hands clasped firmly on your arms as she continued to sing your praises and speak of your accolades into the microphone. Her clean manicured nails pressing lightly into your skin. You felt drunk, and it wasn’t from the alcohol as she brushed against you.

“Today she works tirelessly by my side to ensure the security of our investors! Our stocks and sales have never been better, and I owe it all to her!” She beams, applause roars across the gallery as more cameras flash and the band plays. She was the last speech of the night. She unclasps your arms both of you stepping back on the stage for a photo. She places her hand on the top of your back as more photos are taken. You feel a shiver go through you as she runs her hand down your back following all the way down till she lightly brushes over your ass. You let out a soft gasp.

“Miss Tsukumo…” it escapes your lips breathy and hot. Your eyes slightly fluttering.

She palms at your ass leaning over to whisper to you, her lips almost brushing your ear, her voice low and seductive, “Stay late tomorrow, I need a meeting with you. My office. ” She purrs, letting her hand drop. She smiles and waves to the crowd and photographers and silently exits the stage to mingle. You stand somewhat frozen in place, a throb between your legs, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you feel the wetness in your panties.

You sat at your desk all day in nervous anticipation. Keeping your office closed and private all day, watching the clock tick by till quitting time. You swallowed hard as you heard the last person pack up for the day. The elevator dinging behind them. You’d worn your skimpiest underwear under your office clothes. Primping and preening your hair and makeup before you left this morning. You had received more compliments today than in the last five years you’ve worked here.

Your hands shook as you packed up your office and headed to the elevator. Miss Tsukumo’s office was on the top floor, with an even better view than yours. You’d seen it a million times but tonight it felt different.

You approached her door nervously, her windows and door already on private mode. You timidly knocked, her voice cooed back “Come in.” You stepped through the threshold, your insides feeling like static, clicking the door closed quietly behind you. You looked up and saw the room was dark except for the soft yellow light of a lamp on her desk and the city lights that dimly beamed in through the wall length windows.

She stood looking out of the windows now, her back to you, her tall silhouette shaped in the dark. Her golden hair falling freely down her back. You swallowed hard. Your mouth feeling dry.

“You wanted to see me Miss Tsukumo..” your voice sounding small and thin. She turned on her heel, looking you up and down from her dark corner of the room.

“Please dear, call me Yuki.” She stated, crossing her arms a sultry edge in her voice. You nodded, smoothing your blouse. She started crossing the room the sound of her heels clacking against the smooth hardwood floor of her office echoed.

She looms over you, eyes dragging over your figure. Examining every inch. She tilts your chin up with a controlled hand, inspecting your face. Looking back and forth, her other hand reaching up and running long manicured fingers through your hair. You sigh, your eyes fluttering as the heat radiates off of your face.

A soft seductive smile spreading across her face. “All this for me sweetie?” She coos, dropping her hands and beginning to circle you like prey.

“Strip.” She says in a controlled manner, still circling you. Your brain buffers at the command. Not sure what to do at the sharp shift in atmosphere and tone. She stops in front of you now, eyes narrowing, arms crossing, tapping an impatient high-heeled toe. Her face going cold, your insides turning cold with it.

“I said, strip.” She commands again, her words coming out sharp and direct.

You nervously nod, going mute as your shaky hands begin to unbutton your blouse and unzip your skirt. Your garments fall loosely to the floor pooling around your feet. You nervously step out of them, heels still on. Her eyes dart down, mouth twitching up. You step out them too, kicking them to the side. She gives a sharp nod of approval, face still hard.

You tremble in the cold air of her office as she stalks closer you. She runs a slim finger over the strap of your bra. The sheer black lace bustier with its matching thong now exposed. Your nipples hard and visible through it. “How cute.” She gives a light sultry laugh.

She runs her fingers down your back till she’s palming your bare ass, a sharp gasp escaping your lips before you could stop it. She grips it harder, pulling you forward to her, you stumble into her curvy figure. She looks down at you an evil gleam in her eyes.

“Hands on my desk, now.” She lets go of you almost shoving as you walk towards it. Your breath hitches in your chest placing your palms flatly on the cool wood of the desk. Her heels clack behind you as she rounds the desk, unlocking a drawer and slamming it shut. Your eyes drift up to see her holding a rabbit style vibrator, palming it against her other hand like a baseball bat. You bite your lip nervously as she makes her way back around you.

You feel her warm presence there, your thighs trembling, awaiting her touch. She leans over you and you can feel the curve of her breasts on your back, your breath shudders. She runs her free hand up the back of your leg, working it around to massage the inner part of your thigh. A small sound whimpers out of you. She keeps rubbing.

“You know, I’ve given you a lot of praise since you started here, something I don’t just give freely.” She says the sound of the vibrator clicking on. Your chest pants.

“Promotions, magazine spreads, highlights at so many conferences..” she hisses into your ear, removing her free hand from your thigh and sliding it up the back of your head into your hair, holding it firmly, tilting your head back to her. You groan at the force.

The vibrator makes contact with your leg she begins to slowly drag it upwards, you can feel the heat at your center begin to grow, a need throbbing inside you for contact.

“In all that time, not once have you come to, properly thank me!” Her words bite at you coming out strict, like the tone she took when someone had really fucked up. You whine as she drags the vibrator into your inner thigh, your hip pushing forward in little movements begging for contact. She grips your hair tighter, and moves the vibrator back down, you groan, a needy sound.

“I-I’m sorry Miss- I mean Yuki, oh god please” you beg feeling your pussy throb and clench for contact. She pushes the vibrator back up seeming somewhat satisfied with your response.

“You’re going to work for this, for how neglectful and ungrateful you’ve been.” And she’s pressing her nose and lips right to the side of your face, grazing her teeth against your cheek. She finally pushes the vibrator up making contact with your clit through your panties, an undignified moan coming out of you. She hums in satisfaction at the sound. Working it into you.

You grind your hips forward, moaning, as she works the toy in concentrated motions. Feeling your wetness seep through your thong in dirty pleasure. She reaches a hand forward slipping your thong down and moving the toy beneath your underwear, your body jolts at the direct contact. “Ah!” You bite your lip as she works it down. Your pussy flutters and clenches as she moves it in and out of your center. Dirty sounds of your slick filling the room.

She pulls the toy away suddenly, your thighs shake and you whine at the loss of contact your body shaking. “I told you, work for it.” She smacks your ass hardly, a loud pop.

“Go lay down, by the windows.” She demands. You try to collect yourself your body feeling like jelly, and walk with trembling legs over to the giant windows that overlooked the city. Laying down on the floor looking at the cityscape. Your wetness squishing between your legs.

You hear her heels clicking over to you, in your nervousness you hadn’t noticed she had stripped down. The woman before you is entirely naked her figure even more magnificent in the nude. She was toned everywhere her ass firm and her tits bouncy. You gasp just looking at her.

She gets down on the floor with you, straddling your hips. You lick your lips as she leans forward, planting a hot deep kiss on your mouth. She swirls her tongue around in your mouth tasting you fully before pulling away and placing one of her perfect tits in your lips. You groan against it, your hips arching up at how hot it was. You run your tongue excitedly over her hard nipple, sucking and pulling as delighted moans come out of her.

You suck harder looking up at her with glossy eyes, wanting badly for her to touch you. She unclasps your bra tossing it behind her, then slides your thong down till you are both naked. You continue to suck her tit as she moans, using your free hand to grip her ass, feeling her get wet against your stomach.

She shifts her hips, popping you off her now puffy nipple. She aligns herself with you till your pussy’s connect settling herself down on you till your clits throb together.

She begins grinding her hips, holding your one leg over her shoulder. Your pussy’s grinding together sliding over one another in wet pleasure. She moves her hips in circles massaging your clit with hers. Wet, skin on skin sounds filling the room, as she humps you harder, both of your moans bouncing off the walls of her office. The walls of your pussy clench hard as she pounds her pussy harder into you, filthy sounds coming from her as you watch her tits bounce. Tears prick your eyes as you chase your orgasm, biting your lip hard.

She lets out a loud moan her thighs shaking around you she finishes on top of you, feeling her pussy flood onto you in release. She unmounts you, leaving you shaky and needy on the floor.

“I told you to work for it, roll over.” She sneers at you. You obey, flipping over onto your stomach. You hear her shuffle behind you, and spread your legs, you whine.

“Good girl.” She says. “Now beg.” She commands.

“Please.” You sigh your legs twitching. She rubs up them.

“More.” She says, teasing her fingers over your entrance. Your knees dig into the hardwood.

“Please, please, please fuck me!” You scream eyes welling with hungry tears.

She pushes inside you and you scream out as she works in and out. Curling and uncurling her fingers deep inside you, hitting that spot over and over again. You moan and groan loudly, grinding against her fingers. Your nipples being stimulated by the cold wood floor, pushing your pussy into it. Humping it as she continues to work into you.

“Do you like that sweetie? Aren’t you just so so sorry you little slut?” She hisses thrusting her fingers up into you hard, feeling at the brink of your climax as you push down onto them. Your pussy dripping all over her hand.

“Yes!” You moan, slamming into the floor and her fingers hard.

“Is that how you address your superior? Yes what.” She spat, continuing to pump hard, your thighs soaked with your own fluids. The floor beneath you a puddle.

“Yes ma’am.” You scream as the orgasm tears through you, tears rolling freely down your face, body convulsing. Riding it out on her fingers as she slowly worked her way out of you.

She gives you a gentle stroke on the back as you shudder on the floor.

“I expect better thanks in the future. I’ll be putting our next meeting on the books, how’s next Friday for you?”

A/n: sorry this is so fucking long I’m so sorry I’m a horny horny bisexual and I love women. Happy pride whores!

Thank you to everyone who has shown this page overwhelming love and support over the past few days! It means the world! Planning on getting another piece out to you either tomorrow or Tuesday! I don’t have a set schedule for my writing currently or master list. I will be working on getting both of those things figured out soon, but I don’t have enough pieces out yet to even configure one so just be patient with me. this is relatively new on my part. I’m thinking wlw for this next one! Happy pride everyone I love you! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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Mechanic Enjin loves eating pussy (fem reader, smut, pleaser Enjin, semi-public sex, 18+ only)

You had started coming to this auto-shop about two months ago. It really wasn’t anything serious, just a routine oil change, but then you saw him for the first time.

Tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos. His eyes glowing yellow-green in the shitty shop lights. He loomed in the doorway like a bad idea, one that after that moment, you couldn’t get out of your head. That strong jaw and those big hands making your stomach flip each time you saw him.

Then it seemed that your car just kept having problems. An oil leak here, a broken wiper there, and you now were known as a regular around the shop. The other mechanics laughing every time you rolled into the lot, teasing “what seems to be the problem today?” There never was a problem, just another excuse to stroll inside and watch as he worked on your vehicle.

Muscles flexing, sweat beading on his face. His cutoff tank exposing his broad shoulders and hard arms, and of course if his physique wasn’t artwork enough the man had tattoos that traced every inch of his back, arms, shoulders, and hands. You especially loved the ones that danced up his neck.

Anytime you went to the shop you looked good and you knew it. You didn’t leave your house till you were the shining symbol of sex appeal.

Your hair was blown-out and falling lusciously around your face. Your eyelashes brushed with mascara and perfectly curled made for the perfect doe eyed look. You wore the tightest shortest mini skirt you had in your closet, along with your good pink lace push up bra, that poked perfectly, and tastefully, out of the top of your cropped baby-tee tank top.

You doused yourself in your sexiest perfume, and applied a perfect top coat of cherry lipgloss before heading to the shop.

You had reserved the latest spot available, hoping to catch him alone, or at least with as little people around as possible. Tonight was the night, you were finally going to make your move.

You had said it was something wrong with the starter over the phone, unsure of what ridiculous lie to use this time. It didn’t matter though, because as you rolled into the lot, the sky already darkening, you could see that in the dim shop lights he was here, and looking as tempting as ever.

You could feel the other guys eyes drag over you as your strutted into the office, your skirt perfectly shaping around your ass, your matching pink lacy thong slightly poking out of the top. Your tits bouncy perfectly with every stride. For once you didn’t mind the stares and drooling, this little show wasn’t for them anyhow.

You stopped at the desk, the older scruffy man behind the counter giving a long and low whistle as his eyes danced over your breasts. “Now what can I help you with, doll?” He asked a giddy smirk riding up his face. You rolled your eyes. “I had an appointment at 8, to check my starter.” You reply flatly not engaging in his pathetic catcall. He unlatched his gaze from you to check his books and nodded. “Yup! I got you right here sweet cheeks.” He winks, you stare back blankly, he slides a clipboard over to you for you to sign.

“Now I would love to stay and help you myself but me and the other fellas are packing in for the night, but don’t worry you’re in good hands little lady! Enjin over there is going to lock up tonight and you’re our last costumer of the day, you can just take seat right over there while he checks everything out, alright?” The man gives you a creepy smile before finally taking the hint to your indifference.

He rounds the desk, whistling a tune and locks up the office doors, a few men filing in behind him, their eyes burning into you as they exit the garage. You sit in a chair off to the side of the garage a perfect view of your car. You wriggle anxiously in your seat as you wait for him.

Finally he emerges from the second service pit, the one next to your car. His hair is slicked back with sweat, his hands and tank covered in oil and the labor of his day. All of his tattoos completely visible, and you can see now as he stretches, that they extend onto his chest. You bite your lip softly just seeing him.

He walks over to wear you sit and you can feel your heart stop in your chest. You squeeze your arms together slightly making sure your breasts look voluptuous and desirable.

“Hey you!” He chirps a happiness in his tone, he was glad to see you, your heart leapt. You stood to greet him your legs feeling like jelly. “Hey!” You say back breathy, trying to regain some composure.

“What seems to be the problem today, sweetheart?” His voice was low and it rolled off his tongue like honey. A lustful ache forming in your abdomen at the nickname. You tried to speak but the words were getting stuck in your chest. He let out a throaty laugh, suddenly grabbing your hand. “Here come show me.” He winked at you and you could feel your skin melting.

You both approached your car and a panic started to well within you, nothing was wrong with your car. What were you supposed to say? You spun around, stopping as you both reached the drivers side door. You lean your back against it to stop him. He quirks an eyebrow up at you in confusion, you can smell the mix of oil and fresh cologne on him, your legs trembling.

You want to tell him the truth, but a wicked grin begins to grow on his face. He places a hand right next to your face, leaning against the car, trapping you in. He leans down into your ear, you can feel the warmth radiating off his face, his breath against your neck. “There ain’t nothing wrong with this car.” He purrs, and runs his other hand slowly up your thigh. The contact making your pussy throb, his long fingers dragging around the hem of your skirt, playing with the top bands of your thong.

You can feel your breath hitch in your chest as his lips brush against your ear. “You don’t think I’ve noticed? You stroll in here every other week, dressed like this, just to tease me.” He growls, now gripping your thigh, you let out a sudden moan at the possessive touch. You can feel him smile against your ear as he begins massaging his thumb into your inner thigh. Your thong is soaked, your breasts heaving with your unsteady breaths as he inches his way upwards towards your heat.

He crashes his lips into yours, planting rough kisses on your mouth, your sighs of pleasure filling the garage. He removes his hand from the car, using it to grab your face. Pushing into you with his hips till you’re fully against the car. You can feel his large pulsing erection against your stomach as he grinds into you.

He gives you a long slow kiss, swirling his tongue over yours, before pulling away licking maliciously slow over your lips. “mm is that cherry, baby?” He asks devilishly. “Mhm.” You whine needily. His other hand still gripping and massaging your thigh. Your hips buck involuntarily, encouraging him to touch you. He grips your face tighter. “You’re so needy baby, after all this time teasing me, how does it feel being on the other side of it?” You squeeze your eyes shut tight, feeling your thighs clench, hungry for contact. “Please.” you moan to him.

He slides his hand up finding your center. You gasp as he works his long fingers in-between your folds. Your wetness gladly greeting him as he slides in over your clit. “Ah!” Another moan rips through you as he massages you in circles with his thumb, your slick dripping over his hand. He works his mouth down your neck till he finds your breasts. He squeezes them with his free hand, slowly coaxing one out and into his mouth. You gasp as his tongue makes wet hot contact with your already hard nipple.

He drags over it again and again, circling the bud meticulously, then putting it fully in his mouth sucking down hard. You lean your head back against the car, enjoying the dual stimulation. He pulls off with a loud pop that echoes through the garage.

He pulls his hand away from your drenched pussy, you groan at the loss of contact, but then he hauls you up, squeezing your ass hard in a way that makes you wonder how many other women he’s done this with. You put that thought out of mind as he plops your bare ass down onto the trunk of your car. You gasp at the sudden force.

He stares at you hungrily, pushing his hands up your thighs, your center clenching as he works his way up. He unzips your tight little skirt yanking it down hard over your ass and thighs. Discarding it somewhere behind him. “Aw you wear this all for me baby?” He groans seeing your pink lace thong, dipping his head down placing hot kisses down your stomach, your legs shuddering.

You grip the edge of the trunk helplessly watching as he works his way down, you tip your head back. He pushes up your chest till you’re laid back against the back windshield. He throws your legs over his strong shoulders pulling your ass forward. Still planting sloppy drooling kisses down your abdomen.

He licks above the band of your thong, dipping his tongue barely below it. You gasp, pushing your hips slightly forward. “So needy.” He laughs the sound vibrating against you.

He ducks his head between your legs, a deep sigh escaping you. He moves your thong to the side with his teeth. “Ah!” He shushes you. “Just let me take care of you sweetheart.” He tells you as his tongue makes slick contact with your cunt.

“Oh-oh my god.” You groan your hips snapping into his face.

He works his tongue in you, moaning into you as his tongue slides through your pussy. Your arousal already dripping down his mouth. He pulls back for a moment “You taste so good baby.” Before he dives back in. You can’t help it, you grip at his hair, pushing his mouth further into you. He works his tongue around your clit forming tight circles your hips rocking against him. “Mm” he pushes down on your lower stomach, building pressure there.

He slips his tongue inside you working it in and out. Finding that spot inside that feels so good. You are shamelessly humping his face, feeling your walls clench against his tongue. The wet sounds dirty as you ride his face.

He drags your wetness back up to your clit, sucking there, your pussy tightens and flutters, your back arching as your orgasm rips through you. You hold his face tighter into you. “Fuck!” You scream out, riding out your pleasure on his face.

He pulls off, his mouth soaked with you. He licks his lips, and bends down handing your skirt back to you. You lay on the trunk still, shuddering through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Your legs shake around his neck, falling limp against his shoulders. He rubs your knee thoughtfully planting a light kiss there. The stickiness of your cum still fresh on his lips.

He looks down at you, a wicked grin on his face.

“Let’s hope your car breaks down next week too.” He smirks, and gives you a little smack on the ass. You yelp, blushing up at him. Praying your car never gets fixed.

A/n: Lowkey inspired by that one artwork I have reposted a few posts down, I #need dat! I also love a pleaser what can I say.

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Shota Aizawa loves a bad girl (smut, fem reader, slight bondage, sweet aftercare, 18+ only)

It had been months of long nights. He taught in the day and patrolled at night. You had been fine with it. Or at least you tried to be, but lately you’d been feeling neglected.

You were not a maiden in distress by any means. You had your own life, your own career, but at night when you’d come home to an empty bed the aggravation couldn’t help but grow.

When you first started dating Shota Aizawa the inconsistency of when you could meet seemed thrilling. Almost like a game of cat and mouse. Now it was his turn to be the mouse.

You knew his schedule fairly well now, living together giving you the advantage of being able to pin him down more. It was dark in the apartment, only the glow of moonlight through the curtains illuminated the room. You loved this high-rise. The city looked so beautiful at night. A city full of danger, one your lover had sworn to protect, but tonight he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sat perched perfectly in the window nook. The moonlight hitting your body, shimmering off the sheer négligée you wore. Exposing your bare body underneath. No panties, and nipples already perky and hard.

You could hear him shuffling in the next room, getting ready to leave for his nightly patrol. He rounded the corner now, he was in his full hero gear, his hair tied up halfway. He looked so good, so strong standing there in doorway, a breathless sigh escaped your lips.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice low and husky. You feigned a coy smile, shifting slightly in the window so your slip brushed over your breasts, exposing your hard nipples in the soft light.

“What do you mean?” You ask back, a tease in your voice. He stalked over to you, leaning down to your face. “You need to move.” He growled, you knew he always took this way out to work. You pressed a slim finger into his chest. Feeling the hard muscle underneath. “What if I don’t?” You purred, smoothing your hand over his chest, feeling it start to rise and fall rapidly.

You could feel the need growing between your legs. Pressing your thighs together at the scent of his cologne. It had been so long, you were needy. He grabbed your hand forcefully, holding it tightly in the air, an unwanted moan falling out of you. “Ah!”

“I don’t have time for this” he hissed at you. Shoving your hand back at you. You slipped a strap down your shoulder. Watching as his eyes followed you. His breathing becoming uneven, you could see the stretch of his pants tighten over his dick. He still held your hand.

You pressed your other hand down your stomach, pressing into the sheer fabric, following it down till you pressed at the heat between your legs. Another moan escaped out of your pouty lips. He groaned quietly watching you.

“Don’t be a tease, you know I have to leave.” His voice breathy and shallow. You ignored him, continuing to work your hand, more soft gasps coming from you. He had enough.

He snatched your hand away, you whined at the sudden change absence contact. “You’re being a brat.” He closed the gap between you, breathing into hungrily into your neck. He ran his tongue up to your ear, hot, wet, and greedy. You leaned your head back enjoying the warmth. Your legs pressing together needily.

He started sucking on your neck, placing a heavy hand on your thigh forcing your legs open. He thumbed at your inner thigh, teasing there. “Ah, please.” You groaned. He shook his head no against your neck. Letting it go with a loud pop.

“No, since you wanna make me late for work, you can wait.” He growled, his voice deep and full of want. You whined, and he grabbed your face. Your soft lips parting with anticipation.

His eyes glowed in the dark, and you watched as he unraveled his bandages. You gasped as he wrapped your wrists tightly, pulling them hard.

He slid his fingers between your legs now, you let out a needy moan feeling the sudden contact. “You’re already so wet for me.” He breathed, pulling you deeper into his touch with the bandages. You could feel your wetness spilling over his hand as he worked you up and down. Your hips grinding into him. Filthy moans escaping you.

He pulled his hand away, unclipping his belt and exposing his throbbing erection. You sighed breathlessly at the length of it, big and pulsing for you. A bead of precum already sitting on the tip, just from touching you.

He yanked you up by the restraints, your arms extending above your head. A sudden yelp at the movement. In an instant he had you turned around, your tits pressed against the cold window. The cold glass rubbing against your hot skin. The stimulation feeling unbearable.

He wrapped the bandages around his hand, then firmly pressed it against the window. Binding you both there. He pulled your hips back, riding your slip up over your ass. You arched back into him, and he ran his hand down your breasts, stomach, and hips. You could feel his heavy erection against your ass.

He teases you with the tip, sliding back and forth over your clit, till you were bucking your hips into the cold glass of the window. Your arousal dripping down your thighs. He groans as you rolls your hips over his head again and again. He pulls back, licking your shoulder and back up your neck.

“Is this what you wanted?” He sighs “I-

But before you can answer he slams your hips down onto his cock. The sudden fullness and intensity sending waves of pleasure all over you.

“Yes!” you yell, as he snaps his hips back into you. Possessively holding your hips and gripping your thigh, his other hand still holding your restraints firmly against the window. It was driving you crazy not to be able to touch him.

He began circling your clit as he drilled into you. The stimulation was all too much, the glass against your nipples, the pressure of his fingers touching you, the harsh thrusts inside. You could feel your walls tighten around him as he pounded up into you.

The sounds of skin against skin was filthy, your collective moans loud enough to surely be disturbing your neighbors, but you didn’t care. You continued grinding down on his dick, taking every last inch.

He sped up behind you chasing his pleasure as he continue to rub and fuck you. “Making me miss my patrol, like a little slut?” He snapped into you hard. Pushing up into your cervix. “Ah-“ you whined. He ignored it, pushing into you again and again. Hitting that spot inside you like a jackpot. His dick brushed over it again and again, as his thumb pressed into your clit.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your orgasm was hard and loud. You bounced on his cock as you rode it out. His stamina never wavering, a loud grunt coming from him. He buried his head in between your shoulders as thick hot ropes of cum shot into you. The feeling of fullness gladly welcomed by your pussy.

You both had made a mess and it dripped down your thighs as you shook with release. He slowly pulled out of you. The empty feeling made you shiver as he slowly unraveled your hands. He disappeared into the darkness coming back with a warm towel.

He wiped you down sweetly, kissing your wrists from where they were bound. He has already tucked himself back away and was still dressed to go on patrol. He scooped you up and moved you to the bed. Giving your ass a squeeze as he laid you down. He planted a rough kiss on your lips, adjusting his capturing weapon carefully back around his neck.

“Don’t do this again.” He sighed as he made his way to the doorway.

“We’ll see.” You cooed, before rolling over to sleep.

A/n: borders by @/cafekitsune! Lowkey inspired to start writing smut on here by my fav smut author @/sadisticslut666 fr check her out! This was lowkey self-indulgent bc I’m in love with Aizawa but hey sue me!