Is the hottest, richest, most unserious little nepo baby on the damn planet until his dad drops the bomb like:
“You’re taking over the company, Satoru.”
And Gojo blinks, looks at his dad over his sun glasses:
“Bro, I just booked a villa in Ibiza for the month.”
But oh no no.
Daddy Gojo has retired, the empire needs a new face, and Gojo—blessed with a god-tier jawline, IQ in the 180s, and the kind of money that makes even tax lawyers cry—is now in charge of a Fortune 500.
Thinks it’s gonna be easy. He thinks it’s gonna be martinis at noon, ass in his office at 2PM, and beachside Zoom calls by 5.
He walks into the boardroom, already composing a “get fucked” playlist for when he inevitably sells the company for fun.
And then you walk in.
Who absolutely blacks out the moment you step into the room like:
You. The secretary.
Not just a secretary.
The secretary.
The one his dad always talked about in that tone—half reverence, half fear. The one that’s basically been running the company while everyone else plays rich-person dress-up.
And holy fuck.
You're older. Sharp. Beautiful in that devastating, put-together way that makes his eye twitch.
Hair done. Nails done. Heels weaponized. Skirt perfectly aligned with HR’s dress code and still looking like it should be illegal.
You don’t smile.
Not at him.
You don’t even blink when he walks in.
Who leans on the table and gives you that classic, “Hey there, gorgeous,” voice he usually reserves for models and actresses.
You give him a stack of contracts and say:
“You have a 9AM board meeting. You’re already late. I suggest you stop flirting and read the agenda.”
And this man...
This man is bricked up in the middle of the boardroom.
Who finds out real quick that you’ve been handling everything. You’ve been the one coordinating hush money, NDA signings, quietly paying off paparazzi, hiding his messes from his own father.
And you’re so calm about it??? So cold, professional, strict—like a sexy angel of corporate vengeance with a master’s degree in making his dick twitch.
He reads a report and mutters: “Damn, you even covered the thing in Milan with the twins and the chandelier?”
You don’t even look up.
“Next time, book a hotel room with better security.”
Gojo starts sending you flowers. You throw them away. He tries chocolates. You return them—unopened. He calls your office:
“You’re gonna break my heart, pretty girl.”
And you hang up without a word.
And this man is down so bad.
Who starts actually working just to impress you.
Starts memorizing the quarterly reports, learns how to pronounce “synergy” without gagging, and even stops using Comic Sans in internal memos. (You threatened to delete his entire calendar if he didn’t.)
And he’s literally deranged about you.
“Pleaseeeee, just say my name like that again.”
“I said it because you misspelled 'acquisition' in a 45-page document.”
“Yeah, but you moaned it, babe—”
“That was me sighing because you’re an idiot.”
Who gets insanely possessive the moment some finance bro tries to flirt with you.
It’s 2PM. You’re standing by the espresso machine. New hire slides up, gives you that cocky smile, starts talking about his “crypto portfolio.”
You’re about to shoot him down with that icy elegance that’s become the stuff of office legend when—
BAM.
Gojo’s hand slams against the wall beside you. Full kabe-don, eyes dark behind his designer sunglasses that he absolutely does not need indoors.
“Hey, man. You lost? HR’s that way. So’s your dignity.”
Doesn’t even look at the dude after that. Just leans down to your ear, voice filthy and low:
“I don’t like people touching what’s mine, sweetheart.”
You roll your eyes so hard they nearly detach from your skull but he sees it—just a twitch at the corner of your lips—and he’s like
“SHE’S SMILING. SHE’S SMILING. MARRIAGE.”
Who fantasizes about you constantly. Not even always about sex (though that’s like, 85% of it). Sometimes it’s just…you yelling at him. You correcting his spelling. You calling him a disgrace to his title and slapping a stack of paperwork on his desk like it’s a punishment.
And he eats. That. Shit. Up.
He zones out mid-meeting, lip between his teeth, thinking:
“Would she peg me? I think she’d peg me. I want her to peg me.”
Who swears he’s the boss but still asks you for permission to leave early.
“ I’m thinking of taking off at four today—”
“You have two reports due, a call with investors, and your 3:30 is waiting.”
“…yes ma’am.”
He whispers it.
He likes it.
He wants to be degraded.
Who needs you to ruin him. Like yeah, he wants to fuck you, obviously—wants to bend you over that goddamn mahogany desk he bought purely for the fantasy of you sitting on it—but more than that? He wants to be dominated. Emotionally. Spiritually. Corporately.
He wants you to scold him for sending the wrong budget sheet.
He wants you to threaten to fire him.
He wants to beg on his knees in that fancy-ass office while you look down at him and:
“You really are a disappointment, aren’t you?”
And he’ll moan. Out loud.
Who calls Geto like,
“Bro, I’m in love. She’s so mean to me. She made me cry yesterday and I got hard. Is this normal?”
And Geto’s like,
“You need therapy.”
And Gojo’s like,
“I need her to spit in my mouth.”
Who straight up quits hooking up with anyone else because no one compares. Nobody terrifies him like you. Nobody makes him lose sleep just wondering what perfume you wear or what it would take to make you actually moan his name.
He jerks off in his million-dollar penthouse, panting like a dog, whispering your name like it’s a fucking prayer.
Who catches himself saying,
“Please step on me,”in a shareholder meeting under his breath, and the COO just nods like,
“Same.”
Who finally, finally gets a reaction from you when he drops a file off at your desk and casually mutters, “Y’know, I dreamt about you last night. You were choking me. In your office. While reading quarterly profits.”
You pause. Look at him.
Expression unreadable.
And then say:
“At least your dreams are more productive than you are.”
And this man literally walks into a glass wall ten seconds later.
Who wants you to run the company—
wants you to run his life,
his bank account,
his orgasms,
his soul.
He’s your boss on paper.
But you?
You own him.
CEO!Gojo who...
literally weaponizes his entire net worth just to make you flustered once.
Because somewhere between fantasizing about getting spanked with your clipboard and calling you ‘mommy’ in his head during budget meetings, this man went absolutely, irreversibly feral for you.
And now?
Now he’s in full spoiling-your-sexy-ass mode.
Who doubles your salary without even telling you first.
You log into payroll, see the extra zero at the end, and immediately storm into his office, heels clicking like death herself has arrived.
You slam the door shut and glare at him over your glasses.
“Gojo, what the fuck is this?”
He’s lounging on the couch like a little shit, shirt half-buttoned, sockless, sipping a matcha latte like the picture of nepotism in heat.
“Ohhh, that?”
“That’s just your new salary, baby. You know. For all the emotional damage I cause.”
He winks.
You threaten to report him to HR.
He simply answers:
“Sweetheart, I own HR.”
And smiles like he just dropped the most seductive bar in the universe.
Who assigns bodyguards to you. Like. Actual men in suits.
Two of them.
Ex-military. Trained assassins, probably.
You walk into the building and they’re already waiting by your car.
“We’ve been instructed to follow you 24/7.”
“Mr. Gojo said you’re too important to be left unprotected.”
And you just STARE at them like.
You have a black belt. You carry mace. You once broke a man’s nose with a heel at a conference in Dubai.
You don’t need protection.
But Gojo? Gojo is standing twenty feet away like a proud little peacock with his hands in his pockets.
“They’re cute, right? I gave them names. This one’s Ken. That one’s Barbie.”
You tell him to fuck off. And of course he grins.
“Okay, but like... fuck off where? Your place or mine?”
Who casually drops: “So like...you want a new apartment?”
At 7AM via email.
No subject line. No greeting. Just a PDF attached of like five different penthouses. Each worth more than your entire existence.
You roll your eyes, call Yaga, and immediately hiss,
“Tell your boy to chill the fuck out.”
Yaga just laughs. That deep dad-laugh that says ‘I’ve seen this coming since day one.’
“He likes you. Just take the damn apartment.”
“He’s annoying.”
“You’re smiling.”
“I’m gonna throw my phone.”
But you don’t say no, either.
Because even you can’t lie—it’s kinda nice.
You’re so used to men who treat dating you like some twisted form of corporate warfare. Like loving you is some boardroom conquest, some game of who can sound smarter, richer, louder.
But Gojo?
Gojo spoils you like a fucking sugar-addicted raccoon in a diamond shop.
It’s not about proving anything. He just wants to see you blush. Wants to piss off the rest of the company by making you untouchable.
And God help you, it’s working.
CEO!Gojo who...
literally hacks your Pinterest.
You walk into your office Monday morning, coffee in hand, already planning the emails you’ll pretend to read, and then—
boom.
Your office is different.
Like completely different.
Walls repainted to your favorite muted grey-blue. Velvet armchairs in that exact tone you pinned like six months ago. A mini bar. Silver accents. A fuck-off huge, ergonomic chair that cradles your ass like the hands of God.
Even your mug warmer is shaped like a fucking cat paw.
You stare at it, blinking, like you’ve just stepped into your own brain.
And then he walks in.
Smug. As. Fuck.
“Do you like it?”
You blink: “...You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did. Took me hours to decode your Pinterest. You use the dumbest passwords, by the way.”
“You hacked me?”
“Baby, I’d hack the Pentagon if it meant making your pretty face smile.”
You call him a lunatic.
He grins like you said “I love you.”
Who’s so down bad he stops sleeping around entirely.
Like—completely celibate. His name drops off the NDAs list. HR starts panicking. Club promoters text him “U alive?” at 3AM and get nothing back.
Why?
Because no matter how many people throw themselves at him, nobody compares to you.
Not even close.
You, with your clipped voice and your killer thighs. You, with the audacity to correct his grammar in public and still make him hard under a boardroom table.
You, who signs emails with just your initial and that's it.
And he moans reading it.
Who can’t stop talking about you.
To everyone.
“- always knows what to do.”
“- fixed the entire Tokyo branch last month. Such a genius. My genius.”
“- looked at me today and I almost came in my suit. What do you mean that’s TMI?”
CEO!Gojo who...
looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.
Like you’re the smartest, sexiest, most dangerous woman on the planet. And he wants you in every form imaginable.
He wants to:
Buy you an island
Eat you out under your desk during a merger call
Cry into your heels while you ignore him to answer emails
Who wants to be dominated and spoiled by you, even as he’s spoiling you.
Because he’s the boss in title only.
You? You’re the goddamn CEO of his soul.
And he’d let you ruin his whole life with one look.
And pay you a bonus to do it again.
Who is basically just a six-foot-three, overpaid, designer-clothed, painfully hot peacock that struts around the entire corporate building like he’s starring in The Devil Wears Prada: Himbo Edition.
He’s ridiculous.
Wears sunglasses inside.
Changes suits mid-day just in case you don't like the first one.
Buys new cologne every week then “accidentally” leans in too close during meetings just so you’ll say something about it.
“You smell different.”
“Do I?" smirks "You like it?”
“I said different. Not good.”
“So you did smell me.”
“Get out of my office, Gojo.”
“You say that like I wasn’t already under your desk in my dreams last night.”
Who holds open every door.
Sits at meetings and just stares at you across the table with his chin in his hand like a schoolboy. Kicks his foot next to yours under the table and nudges you until you look at him.
He brings you coffee he didn't even buy. He made it himself. Burned the first three batches. You still drink it. Out of pity. (You don’t tell him it tasted like regret and a car battery.)
Who pouts when you ignore him.
Literally. Full, pretty-lipped, tragic-eyed POUT like:
“Why won’t she look at me, Yaga? I wore the special tie today. The one with the little skulls on it.”
“I think you’re having a breakdown.”
“I’m having love, Yaga.”
And the most tragic part?
You let him.
You let him beg for your attention like a man starved.
You, with your cold front and sharp tongue and top-tier poker face—you feed him crumbs. Just enough to keep him feral. To keep him whining and strutting and hissing at interns who breathe in your direction.
Because you like it.
God help you, you lowkey like it.
You like the way he shuts up when you compliment his tie.
You like the way his eyes sparkle when you fix the crooked edge of his collar.
You like the way his smile gets boyish, cocky, dangerous when you let the edge of your fingers brush his wrist while passing him a file.
It’s a guilty pleasure.
A tiny, wicked indulgence.
He’s your hot, rich, insufferable corporate peacock—and watching him preen, strut, and perform just for you is better than coffee and chaos combined.
You don’t love him.
…Right?
But then:
“Nice suit today, Satoru.”
and he freezes like you just told him he won the lottery and got head at the same time—
You can’t help the little smile that tugs at your lips.
Not much.
Just a flicker.
Just enough to keep him coming back.
Crowing and begging and completely, stupidly yours.
A/N: hehehe, doing headcanon bc i have no inspo to write anything long of substance, my apologies pookies, things are in the making
summary: His version of relaxation was a yacht, a glass of whiskey, and absolutely no glitter in sight.
characters: ceo! mattheo. teacher! reader
warnings: none!
word count: 592
The air outside was thick with the golden warmth of July, the kind of heat that usually meant plane tickets to Santorini or private villas in the Maldives-at least, that’s what Mattheo’s assistant had assumed when she’d brought him the file of vacation home options last week.
But instead of jetting off to any of them, Mattheo was standing in the middle of an elementary school classroom, sleeves rolled up, expensive sunglasses shoved into his dark curls, holding a box labeled “WIGGLE SEAT CUSHIONS :)” with an expression that was somewhere between confused and begrudgingly amused.
“Tell me again why these are necessary?” he asked, setting the box down next to a pile of glittery name tags and a beanbag shaped like a frog.
You looked up from where you were organizing mini dry-erase boards in rainbow bins, your sundress speckled with remnants of cut construction paper. “Because when seven-year-olds can’t sit still, you give them a wobble seat or they try to climb the whiteboard. Pick your poison.”
Mattheo snorted, shaking his head. “Right. Wobble seats it is, then.”
This wasn’t how he usually spent his summers. His version of relaxation was a yacht, a glass of whiskey, and absolutely no glitter in sight. But when you mentioned-casually, as if it wasn’t a big deal-that you’d be in your classroom every day this week getting it ready for fall, something tugged at him. You hadn’t asked him to come. In fact, you’d said, “You should still go to Capri! You hate heat and small children!” But when he showed up this morning with iced coffee in one hand and his driver dropping him off in front of the school, you’d nearly dropped your bin of markers.
Now, hours later, the two of you had transformed the once-empty room into a warm, cheerful space bursting with color and charm. Mattheo, despite his expensive taste and occasional grumbling, had hung every strand of bunting, reassembled the reading nook tent (which he declared was a fire hazard), and was now trying to un-jam a stapler while you labeled folders.
You walked past him, brush of your fingers on his arm, and smiled. “You really didn’t have to do this.”
He looked down at you, soft and a little messy, with chalk dust on your cheek and a glue stick cap in your hair. “I know,” he said, reaching up to gently pluck the cap from your head, “but I didn’t really feel like sitting on a beach without you.”
Your heart fluttered, warm in a way no summer sun could touch.
“you could’ve just brought crayons,” you teased, recalling the joke from a few weeks ago when he’d surprised you with a trip you claimed could’ve just been school supplies.
Mattheo gave a half-laugh, half-sigh and pulled you gently into him, ignoring the fact that his perfectly tailored shirt was now smudged with a little glitter. “Next time I’m bringing the whole damn art aisle.”
Only Love Can Hurt Like This, Prologue (CEO! Sukuna x Fem! Reader, MDNI)
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⭐This is a redo of my story, Shameful Attraction. I've rewritten it as I originally wanted so long ago. I was trying to write it to appease people and once I let go of that and just started to enjoy the story for itself, the flow became a lot better. For those who read it before, there are major changes you'll notice upon the next upload. For those who haven't read it at all before, I hope you enjoy. <3⭐
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Modern age AU, no curses. Sukuna still has his tattoos, but his face ones are carefully hidden. This story is set in Japan, and I've done my best to impliment real life into it. For example, tattoos in Japan are still taboo, and people associate them with the yakuza, so its not normal to see everyday people have them. Though I know I won't have all the details of modern day life in Japan correct, I hope you still enjoy.
Pairings: CEO Sukuna x Fem Reader
Content/Trigger Warnings: This story has a lot of abuse in it. Reader is in an abusive relationship with her fiance, Toji. There are several moments in the story that highlight this including, but not limited to, acts of violence and aggression towards reader, including name calling, shoving, punching, sexual assault, being manipulated, unwanted bondage and containment, food denial, being drugged etc. Reader is thin, not allowed to eat a lot per Toji's rules in regards to her weight. If she feels like she is gaining weight, she will make herself throw up after meals. Reader also struggles through depression though often hides it through masking, however there are ocassional thoughts of suicide when some scenarios are too extreme to cope with. She's scared to leave, assumes she could never get away, so just deals with it all as she doesn't know what else to do.
Wordcount: 2k+
Prologue
Present Day ~ Friday, 10:23 PM
It was happening again. There was nothing you could do to stop it. No amount of shame or fear could keep you from hiding in the bathroom at 10:23 PM, your thumb hovering over the open message icon on your phone. You knew who it was, the person you desperately craved.
The sender's name was your best friend and coworker, Yuna.
You always talked to Yuna; sometimes you even stayed with her after work was over in the affluent area of Tokyo, Roppongi Hills. There were even the rare times you'd stay overnight after work because you felt like you couldn't see each other long enough. At least, it's who your fiancé thought you were talking to and seeing. If he ever found out otherwise, well, you weren't sure you even wanted to think about what might happen.
Toji would get annoyed at you for wanting to talk so much with one of your friends, and he always demanded to know what you two did or talked about all the time, which you offered very detailed lies in response to his questions. It's not like you came to these decisions lightly. You stuck it out faithfully for several years before giving up and needing someone else to make you feel like a beautiful and worthy woman again. To know someone else could appreciate you and offer excitement in your life. To not hit or yell at you for everything was a huge plus also. Even if it was only temporary. Even if they didn't care about you in the same way you cared for them, you still needed whatever you could get.
Listening carefully in the silence of the night, you could still hear Toji snoring from your tiny, shared bed down the hall, and finally, your shaking thumb pressed onto the screen, closing your eyes as you felt the little bzzt of the message opening.
Swallowing tightly before accepting the message visually, you peeked an eye open and felt your face flush with a tingling heat that traveled down into your core, making your thighs squeeze together tightly as you sat on the edge of the tub, breath hitching at the photo and caption that now had you uncontrollably mesmerized.
Clicking the lock button on the side of your phone you dropped it down onto the soft rug below, your shaking hands now covering your face before going through your hair and you let out a long quiet breath.
Your heart pounded with the image in your mind, and what usually happened after you got one of these messages, there was no stopping it, and you hoped it never would.
Finally calming your nerves at the moment, you picked your phone back up, only to have that heated chill drop to your stomach again as there was another message to open now. Biting your lip, you opened it and at this point, you could nearly hear your own elevated heartbeat.
-"Aren't you going to answer me, doll? I know you're still awake."-
You covered your mouth with your free hand to try and quiet the excited breaths escaping your mouth, scrolling up slowly to review the previous message.
-"I know it's late, and to be honest, I really don't care. I want you here, need you beneath me in my bed where you know you belong. Letting a real man fuck you. You know he can't make you feel like I can." Photo attached: It was of that enormous bulge desperately trying to push through dark sweatpants that were loosely tied at the hip, shirt lifted and held up by sharp canines to show off that ridiculously built body, and sinful black tattoos that hugged the skin.-
Damn him. A quiet whine churned in your throat as your thighs clenched together more tightly in that shameful desire. He was right though. Toji could never fuck you as good as Sukuna, not that Toji even tried to make it good. It was so embarrassing. Embarrassing how easy it was for Sukuna to turn you completely limp in his arms, and how quickly you'd lose yourself beneath him. Embarrassing because of how loud and lewd your moans were. Embarrassing because of how much you wanted this arrogant playboy.
Knowing another message would come through if you didn't reply, you quickly responded with the only thing you could think of at the moment, being so flustered and already getting dumb over dick through a teasing photo. -"I still have that report I have to finish this weekend, I don't think you'd be too happy if I don't complete it by Monday, Sukuna."-
As soon as you sent the message, it was as if there was an answer already waiting, and your phone almost immediately vibrated in response. -"Just stay the whole weekend with me, I don't even care anymore at this point. You can finish that here after I'm finished with you. I've already transferred the train ticket vouchers to you. The last one leaves at 10:51 pm. I'll pick you up at the station when you arrive. Just don't keep me waiting, my pretty, little thing."-
Running a hand over your forehead that felt a bit damp from nervousness, you shoved your phone into your pocket and let out a quiet but heavy breath. Having an affair with your boss was undoubtedly making you the happiest you've felt in years, but still, at the same time, it made you so frightened and ashamed. Especially since it felt like you were getting more attached to him, though you knew Sukuna wasn't looking for a serious relationship of any kind. He had made that perfectly clear.
Painfully clear.
You weren't the only woman in his life that he entertained, and you knew you wouldn't be the last. You were just fortunate to have his attention, for now.
He certainly knew how to make you feel like the only woman in the world though, despite knowing you were just sharing him. At least he kept his wandering eyes and flirtatious comments under check when the two of you were spending time together. Meanwhile, Toji acted like the biggest flirt in the world with every woman he encountered, even with you at his side.
Toji could be so gentle and loving when he wanted to be, but it never lasted long, and it was only when he was rewarding you for properly behaving. There'd always be something to set him off or some woman nearby he couldn't keep his eyes off of. You were certain he had been sleeping with other women for years, the way he acted around some of them proved it. Despite your supsicions, you had stayed faithful and loyal. Even through the beatings and constant derogatory things he called you. You weren't sure if it was because you had morals, or because you were terrified of him.
So long as you were obedient like a trained dog, Toji wouldn't hurt you. Mentally or physically. Most of the time you were too frightened to fall out of line, knowing how easily he could knock you out, or break an arm; something he's done before in a fit of drunken rage. He definitely scared the shit out of you, and cheating or lying like this was enough to make you shake in fear for your safety.
But, Sukuna never asked you to officially stay for several days like this at his own home. Sure, you've taken work trips together, but even though you gave yourself to Sukuna in any way he wanted, most of those were strictly professional and work related. So, as terrified as you were of your fiancé finding out, you couldn't pass up this type of opportunity. Maybe Sukuna was getting more attached to you as well?
"I have no desire for a relationship of any kind beyond this. Don't get any hopes or ideas, I simply enjoy what we have, and it wont ever change."
Doubtful.
Even knowing his attitude towards your relationship, it wasn't always easy to keep your mind free of hopeful thoughts, unfortunately. The way he'd hold you so close or kiss you so gently at times brought such confusion it hurt almost worse than any slap from Toji.
You carefully snuck out of the apartment, praying to god that Toji wouldn't hear you. You'd have to come up with some lie at some point, but for now, you just wanted to see the man you desperately longed for. The train station was only a couple of minutes away from your apartment, so it was a quick walk down the road. Approaching the kiosk to pick up your tickets, you held the voucher barcode on your phone underneath the scanner and it printed out a set of tickets for you to board the train.
Knowing the ride would be a little time-consuming, roughly over an hour, you stared aimlessly out the window for most of the trip, your leg bouncing in anticipation. You tried not to think of all the shameful things you were going to let this beast of a man do to you through the rest of the night, and how you craved every bit of it. It was the only time you didn't have to think or worry, you could just let Sukuna use you as he wanted.
Nearing the destination, you clicked on Yuna's name in your contacts and took a quick selfie, angling the camera so your pushed-up boobs were clearly visible as well. Before Sukuna, you could never feel confident enough to take such pictures. Even when Toji demanded some risqué photos, you couldn't feel comfortable doing so. Sending them to Sukuna was exciting, however. Being satisfied after a few images, you attached a message, -"I'm coming. ❤"-
-"Yeah, you'll be screaming that soon enough."- he replied nearly instantly.
God, you could hear his cocky chuckle through the text. -"Please, 'cause I seriously need it. This whole week was awful."- You type out, still feeling the throbbing, dull pain in your side where Toji jammed his fist into your ribs for talking back to him. -"Yeah? Well, glad I had you come over then. I'll make sure to fuck all of the stress out of you."-
He sent another photo and you nearly dropped your phone once it popped up on the screen as you weren't expecting to see his large hand tightly wrapped around his hardened cock. You let out a near silent yet audible whimper as your eyes fixated on it. A shudder traveled through your body as you recalled how amazing he could make you feel.
You were just grateful Sukuna asked you to come over tonight, and it not be mainly for work, considering you and Toji had another fight about his past financial problems that somehow became your main responsibility to fix. At the time of your engagement when you were young, dumb, and in love, you had agreed to put all of his bills in your name and his credit debt as soon as possible so he could catch a break and start rebuilding his finances and you'd be able to help with the payments then.
Of course, through some miscommunication, you were responsible for ALL the payments now, and you couldn't keep up. To make it worse, he kept taking out new loans for who knows what and it seriously terrified you. Loan sharks were nothing to mess with. They'd give you anything you want, but if you didn't pay it back, they weren't afraid to get rough for their money. No point in calling the cops either, cause the cops were scared of them half the time too.
Seeing the city lights get closer, you let out a deep breath of suspense, knowing within the next few moments or so you'd be getting fucked stupid in one of the very expensive, luxury penthouses of the seductively, dominant man you met only a few months ago.
You knew the moment you had literally run into him while rushing down the sidewalk, causing his hot morning coffee to spill onto you and all over his expensive suit that things were going to change in your life, even if just for a little while.
End Prologue
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summary: in which harry returns home after being away and just wants to be close to his wife
pairing: ceo harry x reader
a/n: maison is the french word for home
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yn stirs awake as she feels the bed dip beside her, jostling her body just a bit. her eyes are still closed despite her being mostly awake, and she nearly jumps out of her skin as she feels warmth hover over her before arms are being wrapped around her. she finally pops her eyes open when she can feel harry breathing against her face, something she absolutely hates.
“i’m sorry, honey. didn’t mean to wake you, just wanted to love on you a bit,” he apologizes, but she knows he can’t feel too bad as he begins peppering sweet kisses all over face and down to her neck. he smiles against her as she huffs halfheartedly, taking a glance around the room and seeing that the sun is out, but not too bright. she knows that his flight landed at 5am, so it should be around 6 now.
“‘s too early,” she groans, but she can’t stop herself from reaching up and playing with his hair a bit, following his head as his kisses get lower and lower the more feverish they become. she has a bad habit of falling asleep straight out the shower without putting clothes on, and for once harry doesn’t give her a lecture about if something happens while she’s sleeping; this time, he uses that to his advantage.
he hums against her skin before nipping at her bare shoulder. “never to early to love on my wife, missed you so much,” he mumbles. he’d been gone for an entire week in another state for a press conference, and they’d only been able to sneak in some brief calls in between speeches and before he heads to bed. all of the fancy dinners and boring conversations only made him miss her that much more.
she wraps her arms around him but ultimately loosens her grip when he goes lower, his kisses traveling to the dip between her breasts. her breathing is picking up now, her back arching up into him just a bit when he ghosts right over her nipple, but his lips move to the skin right around it. that pulls a whimper from her chest but he doesn’t pay any attention to it as he moves lower and lower, past her belly and her hips, until he’s eye level with her center but he doesn’t do anything.
“missed you too. please, do something,” she’s growing desperate now, the amount of teasing irritating her just a bit. he woke her up but is teasing her, it’s unfair.
“yeah? y’gonna let me make you feel good? gonna let your husband take care of you?” he rasps, feeling his cock twitch against the sheets. she only whines and nods in agreement, bucking her hips to meet his mouth.
“yes, i want that,” she gasps, feeling him gently nip at one of her dampening folds before spreading her open to get a good look at her clit. she shakes her head at that, though, tapping his shoulders to get his attention. “no, don’t want you to eat me out, need you inside,” she explains, and harry grunts in annoyance as he’d take any excuse to have his face between her thighs but he can never say no to her.
“y’such a brat,” he rasps, but his words hold no weight as he slips his boxers down his legs and kicks them somewhere at the foot of the bed. he begins to move up her body until he’s lying beside her. “roll over, gonna take you like that,” he instructs. she’s immediately turning over until they’re face to face and getting comfortable, and harry wastes no time in propping her leg up over his hip. angling his hips, he swipes the head of his clock through her folds, pulling a whine from deep inside her chest.
pressing his lips to hers, he lines himself up with her before inching in slowly, the both of their mouths falling open at the slight stretch. she feels so warm around him and he makes her feel so full. he gives her a moment to get accustomed to him before he’s holding onto her hip and pulling out just a bit and pushing back in m, even deeper. that single thrust sends her reeling, her hands flying to his shoulders for a bit of stability as he starts to fuck her.
“feel so fuckin’ good around me, ‘s unreal,” he gasps against her lips, pressing kisses to her open mouth. the moment the praise leaves his lips, the loudest moan he’s heard all night falling from hers. she couldn’t speak even if she wanted to, the way he’s filling her so deeply taking her breath away. the two fall into silence as harry keeps an eye on her to monitor how she’s reacting to him, save for the sounds of their moans and grunts with each meeting of their hips.
he knows she’s close when she gets this deep furrow in her brows and her leg twitches slightly against his hip, but he doesn’t even need to coax it from her any longer as she just tenses up against him and locks down on his cock with no further warning.
“that’s it, angel. i’ve got you,” he coos, holding her tight against him as she finally lets go, the evidence of her orgasm being the ring of arousal she leaves at the base of his cock when she does. his thrusts never falter as he works her through the entire thing. not until he can feel the beginning of his orgasm creeping up on him. “feel so good around me, gonna fill you up,” his words are choppy as his cock begins to twitch inside of her.
he can’t even provide her with anymore words as his orgasm takes over, a broken moan leaving his lips as his cum leaves his tip in warm spurts, her still fluttering hole milking him as he fills her. he continues gently rutting into her until he has no more left in him, slumping against the pillow when he’s finished. he doesn’t want to pull his softened cock from her but he knows the position will get unbearable after a while, so he makes the decision to move them.
holding her tight and rolling them over, harry maneuvers them until he’s on his back with her stop him, making sure he stays inside her the whole time. the angle change makes her whine in overstimulation but he’s shushing her with a kiss to the top of her head. “i know, ‘m sorry. just gonna stay like this now, i won’t move again,” he promises.
a chill runs through her body and she starts to shiver against him, causing him to frown slightly before reaching for the blanket to cover them with. once she’s warm, she’s out against his chest in mere minutes, her soft snores tickling the light hairs on his chest. he just takes a few moments to admire her, his eyes taking in every single one of her features as his eyes get heavier and his breaths begin to even out. the last thing he sees before he succumbs to the slumber is the little subconscious scrunch of her nose as she feels his breath on her face, and a small, lazy smile forms on his face as his head falls back onto the pillow.
Summary: sukuna was starting feel his his marriage becoming distant and not the life he wanted anymore. After running into you it sparked a new flame in his heart, you were the life he was wanting to have, the feelings he wants to experience. You are the love he wants.
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Sukuna took sips of his drink while sitting with the rest of the business men at the table for an after dinner party. His wife sitting next to him obviously flirting with all the other men in the room. He hears it and sees it every time he brings her to these things. The way she touches their arm and smiles while winking at them for their comments towards her beauty. They are all just boys wanting to play with a new toy, but he knows his wife will never leave him; she is wrapped around him for money.
No one has ever made a move on his wife because of sukuna. They all feared him for being one of the powerful leading businessmen in Japan. Some believe that he runs his own clan for the yukuza. He always thinks his wife would cheat on him in a heartbeat if she met the right man here but she never has, yet. Sukuna has thought about it in the back of his mind, just the way she acts. If someone with more money than him came in she would leave or possibly cheat.
It wasn't like he wanted to marry her out of love. It was arranged by both their families to have this marriage to merge the companies. His father was on his last line of life and needed his son to marry a wealthy woman to continue the family line. Why a rich woman? Sukuna never had a thought of being tied down with someone, but doing this will bring more money to him which he didn't mind.
She was not that wealthy and he had plenty of money he could spend and not have an issue since her family seemed to have an issue finalized. Five years later sukuna didn't feel like he was enjoying this anymore. Being at the age of 30 he was starting to feel like having a family was not so bad to have, since they married in their twenties, but she never liked the idea of kids. It frustrated him, they were not getting any younger and his ways of life were changing.
Now he has to sit through these parties watching his wife eye fuck other men while he is in the same room. In the beginning of the marriage he was young and felt like kids were not necessary and the sex was great, no baggage to worry about, he could spend his money on whatever he wanted, and go wherever. Now it just bored him. It was the same thing all the time. She did have her caring moments when they were alone but going out was a different story.
His wife liked to flaunt her wealth around when going out. Top designer bags, the most expensive jewelry that caught her eye and dresses that coast someone's entire month's savings. Sukuna had used his money all for her and himself. She never used any of her money on him, mainly it was sexy clothes to tease him with or buying something for herself.
Sukuna was starting to not feel loved in this marriage, it was all for money and merging companies for sukuna to own. Deep down he wanted to find a woman to fall in love with. He never got to experience those sappy romance moments. At least just one time he would like to have those with his wife but she states those are not worth her time. She would rather just have the sex, money and title.
After a long morning at the office, Sukuna wanted to take a walk before it got too stormy with the weather. Clouds were covering the blue sky and the air was getting cold. He put on his leather jacket and walked down the street in casual clothing. Heading into the shopping area he got a quick bite to eat of a chicken wrap from one of his favorite stands. Sukuna was savoring the food as he walked, closing his eyes for a moment tasting the orange cream sauce and breaded chicken.
Just as he walked he bumped right into someone. Hearing their yelps and things fall to the ground with thunder overhead. Sukuna had his mouth stuffed with chicken as he opened his eyes gazing at a woman in front of him.
You carried some books and stopped to get a cupcake from a vendor to eat when you got home. As you were saying goodbye and thanks to the person you ran into someone. Your things falling to the ground saying sorry then looked up to meet the man standing in front of you.
His striking blue eyes, pastel pink hair nicely groomed and his handsome face full of shock. The chicken wrap he bit into still in his mouth then took a swallow and crouched down to help you saying sorry. You heard his deep husky velvet smooth voice sending shivers through you. He noticed a cupcake box on the floor and picked it up to see the flipped over pastry with the frosting then been smashed.
"I am sorry about your books and cake. I was not looking." You smiled gazing at him picking up the things into your arms. "It's alright I was not looking either. The chicken wrap must be pretty good to not take your eyes off it." He chuckled at your comment. You can feel yourself swoon over his deep chuckle. How hot this man looked made your heart race.
The both of you stood up feeling the sprinkling of the rain start. You looked up and sighed not knowing where to go and you didn't want to just let this beautiful man leave out of your sight so soon. He looked over at you seeing his blue eyes trail over your body making you feel insecure about yourself. "You want to go over to the cafe across the street. Get a coffee while waiting out the rain. I owe you for the cupcake."
He asked you with a slight smirk to his lips making your legs feel limp. How dare you say no to this man. "Yes, that sounds great. I can go for something warm right now." You walked alongside him as he offered and helped to carry your books to the cafe. As he got close to a trash bin he tossed the trash from his wrap and held the door open for you, giving him a thank you with a smile and walked inside feeling warm. The both of you found a nice table off to the side in the corner of the cafe where no one would big the two of you.
"I am still sorry about making you drop your cake. My name is ryomen sukuna. Pleasure running into you." He held out his hand to you as you took it, telling him your name. He smirked and brought your knuckles to his face and pressed his soft lips to your skin. A blush filled your cheeks feeling the warmth and softness of his lips. How you wished to feel them on your neck and other parts of your body. A chuckle escaped him then let your hand go saying "what would you like, I got the payments." "Hot chocolate will do." You told him with a deep blush trying to look away from his gaze.
He smiled then went to order the drinks leaving you at the table a blushing mess for how charming he was already and soon he came back with the drinks. You took the cup from him as it warmed your hands and looked out the window seeing the rain start to pour, smelling the scent of coffee and your hot chocolate. Sukuna looked over you watching you watch the rain studying the features of your face, how pretty and cute you are just from this short encounter. Just a normal woman he dreamed to spend his time with.
You took a sip of the chocolate and looked over to him with a smile. Sukuna had a slight blush and sipped on his drink. He didn't know why he was so nervous to be around someone like you. With his status and looks to make any woman drop to their knees and beg for him to take them. A man like him can have any woman fall at his feet. Or was he feeling guilty for wanting to cheat on his wife? Maybe he should try to work things out with her? But he didn't want to reveal his true self to you just yet being worried about how you would change into a woman like all the others. That's when he noticed you smiling at him snapping his thoughts away.
He looked over at you, seeing you giggling and said "sukuna did you hear me?"
"Uhh no I am sorry. I was thinking." "It's ok I get lost in the rain too. I asked, how old are you?" He looked at his cup and said "I'm thirty, what about you?" You smiled and took a drink then said "I am 25."
Sukuna smirked and said "you have a man waiting for you at home?" You shook your head with a blush. "No, I am single. Have not found the right person I guess. Why, you have someone at home?" He looked away feeling the guilt and tried to find words to say. "It's been rough. With my love life. Just been lonely."
Your face frowned then beamed a smile to him trying to lighten the mood. You can tell it was a touchy subject for him. "I know how it feels you will find someone I am sure of it. You are a really good looking man. I am surprised you don't have someone."
A blush filled your cheeks while you talked as he looked at you with the smirk that sent butterflies through your stomach. "I can say the same to you. A pretty woman like you. Surprised you are not taken already."
Looking away from his stare with a deeper blush filling your cheeks and continuing to drink your hot chocolate trying to ignore the flips in your stomach. The both of you talked for a while longer just a few things about what you two did today until the rain stopped signaling to end this moment. "I should get back home before the rain starts again then we will be stuck here." Sukuna chuckled then said "I don't mind being stuck with you again. I can walk you home. If that is alright with you?"
You smiled wide letting him join you on your walk back home, he helped by carrying the books while you still had the box of the destroyed desert. "Again I feel bad about your cake." You laughed at him for apologizing so much even though you said it was no issue. "Sukuna, it's fine. I am not worried about the cake. I am just glad I didn't knock you over or something."
"Really a little thing like you knocking me over?" You shrugged saying "well you know what they say the bigger they are the harder they fall." Sukuna smiled playfully at you hearing your chuckles. You started to notice the flirting between the two of you but didn't care, there is a single hot man walking you home, you are allowed to flirt.
"So sukuna I wanted to ask. The tattoos on your wrist I noticed earlier. I just didn't say anything and didn't want to be rude."
He hummed and looked ahead of him saying "its not a rude thing to ask me,, they are just bands i have on my wirts something o got when I was younger." You looked at him walking curious about him. "So got any more?" He looked at you raising an eyebrow then gave you a playful smirk. "I do. Want to see them?"
You blushed at the thought of even wanting to see them. Just wanting to see what the rest of him looks like. "I don't know. Where are they located?" He chuckled still with that flirtatious look and said "I got them on my chest, abs, back." You hummed looking away not wanting this conversation to get too heated since you just met.
When you got home he saw the simple apartment's just right for someone like you. Someone that was so easy to talk to and not like the people he is always around. He walked you to your door and the two of you stood in front of it looking at eachother. He handed you the books carefully into your arms and looked at you.
"Thank you again sukuna for today. I guess it was nice bumping into you." Sukuna smiled softly enjoying the short time with you seeing your kind eyes and shy smile.
Though he didn't want to cut you from his life so soon. "Hey y/n. I know we have just met but I would really like to get to know you more. Want to go on a date this weekend? It can be somewhere a fancy restaurant or a simple one." You looked at him in shock, never thinking you had a shot with this man. You can not let him slip away so quickly so you answer too fast. "Yes!"
He was stunned a little to hear how quickly you answered"Oh well then where to?"
You looked around embarrassed for sounding so desperate. "Uhmm anywhere is fine really. We can even just go to the cafe again. If you like." Sukuna hummed then pulled out his phone making a contact for you. "Give me your number and we can talk later to arrange a date, time and place." You told him your number as he typed it into a very expensive looking phone. "Well, a very professional business like of you." You told him with a giggle as he looked at you worried you caught onto him but then relaxed seeing you smile.
Both of you said your goodbyes as you gave him a little wave. Sukuna got home seeing his wife in the kitchen cooking. He sighed thinking he should just not worry about you that much because there she was cooking dinner for the two of them. She turned around saying "hello love glad you came home. I missed you."
He watched her walk out from behind the counter dressed in see-through laced underwear. A sultry smirk on her face then bit her lip at him. "I missed you. Your little housewife is making you dinner."
Sukuna wasn't in the mood tonight, he just wanted to spend normal time with her. It was always just sex between them for most of the relationship. They would bang it out and go to sleep then wake up to go to work.
Sukuna gave it to her anyway that night after dinner. Pounding into her releasing his frustrations, hearing the way she barked his name with the same tone as always. When she found her release she was already done and he found it strange to why she wanted to end it so quickly. He didn't even get his release like always. He let her go away to the bathroom as he laid there and needed to pump his cock with a quick thought of you making him freeze a moment but then continued to finally get his release.
The next day you stayed at home reading one of the new books you bought when your phone began to ring with a number you didn't recognize, answering it to hear the voice of sukuna that brought a shiver through you. You smiled happily when he called you, hearing him talk.
"Hey so about the date. You free Saturday evening? We can go to the cafe."
"Yes, it sounds perfect. We can meet there." Sukuna said "good i will see you until then sweetheart." When he hung up you began to blush at the nickname he called you. You saved his number with his name with a pink heart next to it for his hair.
Throughout Friday you were texting sukuna asking about his day as he asked how you were. You were with your friends at the mall when they noticed your distraction on the phone seeing the slight smiles that appeared on your face. They began to bug you, wondering what you were doing since you were so invested in your phone. You made the mistake of telling them that you were talking to a guy you just met. Now they demanded a picture of him just to see how good he looked for you.
Letting out a sigh you asked sukuna for a picture of him and he delivered with no questions. You noticed the picture taken from his chest up seeing a dark suit he is wearing with a red tie and Hair nicely groomed with a toothy smirk he gave in the picture. Fuck he was so good looking. You asked him about the suit and he told you he was at work, you both never asked about work life, but you can save that for the date.
Showing your friends the picture they started to gawk and drool over him. "No way you met him." "He is hot and so delicious." "Look at the smile the hair those eyes oh please tell us you are fucking him." "If you don't want him I will take him." These were many ongoing comments from your friends. You knew it was a bad idea to say anything about sukuna. They so badly wanted you to be in bed with him just so you can tell them what he looks like under the sheets.
When Saturday came around you went through your closet to see what you were going to wear and the weather was in your favor so you went with a black skirt, a button up red shirt and did your hair nicely but not too fancy, it was just a cafe date nothing more.
Going into the cafe you sat at the same table where you guys first had a real talk. You gave him a text telling him you were there at the same table when waiting out the rain. Sukuna saw the message and smiled texting back 'our table'. Seeing the message you smiled wide then looked out the window hiding your blush from the world.
Hearing the bells chime you looked over feeling your heart beating fast and butterflies in your stomach. You gazed over sukuna seeing him dressed in his leather jacket, a dark red button dress shirt and black jeans with dark leather boots. He walked over your way with a smile making you blush. Both of you said hello and smiled shyly to each other.
"Did you order anything?" You shook your head no and said "not yet I was waiting for you." Sukuna smiled and got up to order a coffee for you and himself, a cold brew coffee the two of you both liked.
You looked at him and said "so I noticed you in a suit. What is your work?" He smirked and said "I uhh work for a big company doing email and stuff. Big office things." "Oh so working for the big boys then." You asked him with a giggle. He leaned over the table with a flirtatious smirk saying "What if I am the big boy?"
You chuckled and said "I would be very surprised and curious to know why a big business man would want to date someone like me, not rich and simple."
Sukuna smiled and said "there is nothing wrong with simple. I see the way the men act in the office. They get bored of the same thing and just want something normal in life after living a life of luxury. Sometimes they just want a normal thing in life. So what about you, what work do you do?"
You looked away from your drink, turning your attention to him and said "I work at a small book store near the mall. There is nothing exciting about it." Sukuna smiled and said "must be nice and stress free compared to where I am. People yelling getting frustrated for not getting emails or getting late responses."
You slightly bit your lip then let it go saying "well you look very good in a suit. I like it." He smiled wide and chuckled as you saw a light blush over his face. Fuck he is cute when he is shy. After drinking the coffee sukuna got up to the counter then came back with a cupcake from the cafe and shared it with you.
This whole date seemed like a sappy romance story you read from time to time. A mysterious hot man you just met, that could be rich and somehow interested in you. Or this could turn bad and be pulled into some illegal stuff. As the sun went down you were near the end of your date with sukuna and let out a sigh.
He was charming, sweet and so hot. You just needed a few more dates with sukuna just to see his personality. Again he walked you home before sunset But this time you gave him a hug to say your goodbye feeling the warmth that came from him and how built his body felt. Sukuna froze a little but then placed his arms around you in response to your hug. He forgot he was not in his business mode, not used to people hugging him, this was just two people out on a date.
After the date during the rest of the week the two of you texted each other all the time everyday or every night. You sent pictures of yourself cooking or sitting around the house, but mainly your bed. While he did the same but it was all him outside of a balcony or in an office, none of them were any of his home. You wondered why but you didn't question him, he probably liked his privacy.
You still always tell him how handsome he is in the suits and he always responds with a winking face or sending him a picture of himself winking at you. Still you can not believe how flirty the two of you have become. You just met him a few days ago and now it's like you can be normal around him. Shamelessly you started to save pictures of him he sent to you. Making one of the pictures of him winking as his contact photo, you ended up blushing everythime he called to say hello.
Sukuna began to notice his wife was coming home later than normal from her side of the company. He raised an eyebrow seeing her walk in quietly and fixed her shirt and fixed herself in the mirror by the door. "You alright dear?" Sukuna asked, startling her as if she was not expecting him to be home already or in the living room. She smiled and came to him, placing a kiss on his cheek telling him an i love you and walked away swaying her hips down the hall to the bedroom.
He noticed she was being more distant lately and not going after him for sex this week since she always does. It started to worry him that she was actually cheating on him now. He noticed she hadn't been on her period this month so she probably was about to start it. It was normal for her to act like this when about to start and to be irregular. She would be distant from him as if she didn't want him touching her. It hurts his heart to watch her push him away when all he does is want to make her feel better. All he wanted to do was comfort her to make her happy but he can not keep throwing himself to someone who won't accept him.
He was having a stressful morning trying to get people in order, running around the office figuring out meetings and responding to emails. His wife was ignoring him the whole morning, making him even more upset.
Sukuna watched his wife walk into his office and told him he was leaving for a while. He raised an eyebrow and said "where are you going?" She looked over at him and said "uhh I am just going out for a bit to the spa and relax. Why?" He leaned over his desk and said "because I worry about you. You are my wife. I am just wondering where you are going to make sure you are safe." She giggled and said "sukuna my love no need to worry I am a big girl I can handle myself." He watched her walk to him and place a kiss on his lips. He smiled and told her to be safe and watched her walk away.
Over the next few hours he texted his wife to see if she was alright and what she was doing but there was no response. He tried calling her then she answered with an annoyed voice. Why did she sound annoyed? "I was just calling to make sure you are alright, you are not answering my text." She scoffed at him over the phone and said "so needy sukuna I am trying to relax. Just leave me alone for a while please." He hung up with whatever and got ready to leave the office.
The whole drive he felt angry and wanted to go to the high in club to let off steam, maybe flirt with women but instead sukuna wanted to call you. Maybe you can calm him down well he knew you could. He parked his car near the outside shopping area then stripped off his suit coat, and tossed it in his car. Sukuna placed on his leather jacket hearing the phone ring for you hoping you will answer.
You suddenly answered with a smile and an excited "hello sukuna how are you today?" He sighed saying "not too well I had a stressful morning. What about you?"
You walked along the sidewalk with a book in your other arm saying "I was good today. I am actually out right now. Kinda been thinking about you." Sukuna smiled and closed his car door standing outside of it saying "where are you? I will meet up with you." "Where it was nice bumping into you." A playful smile pulled at your lips as he did the same. "I will be on my way sweetheart."
Sukuna walked to the same area where he ran into you as his eyes scanned the area to look for you till he heard his name being called out. His eyes locked onto you seeing the smile on your face waving at him and walking over to him with a chicken wrap in your hand. "Here I thought you might be hungry. I know it's your favorite." He chuckled with a bright smile and took the wrap saying thank you. You gave him a big smile feeling proud for making him feel better. Sukuna watched you pull out your own wrap and noticed the book in your arms as well.
"Another book?"
"Oh yes I saw this one and put a hold on it. It's about Japanese mythology. Though it's the smaller one, I have been wanting to get the bigger one with all the lore it comes with an art book of the creatures. But it's a little out of my pocket. And it has a beautiful cover box for the book." Sukuna unwrapped his food as you did the same taking bites of the wrap. You and him just walked alongside each other eating, not talking and found your way to a park to take a stroll around.
He enjoyed the time with you, hearing you laugh at his comments and the excitement of yours when you saw a dog coming your way. How you smiled at the little things and cared for the smallest of creatures. Pointing at birds that perched on trees taking pictures of butterflies and the setting sun. His wife never liked the thought of animals, calling them filthy and useless, some look better on a wall.
How much he changed as he got older and the new look on his life with his wife. He wanted everything to change.
The both of you heard the cries of a child as you looked over seeing a mother clean off the knee of a small boy who had fallen a foot away from you. She looked through her purse for a bandage but didn't have anything as she sighed and scoffed a damn it. You quickly pulled off your small backpack and dug through a small zipper bag shaped like a toad. Sukuna watched you curiously seeing you pull out a bandage from the bag.
He watched you walk over to the mother handing her the bandage to her as she thanked you and smiled. His wife would never do that because she thought kids were gross. You walked back to sukuna with a smile then continued your walk with him.
Sukuna was starting to have a deep crush on you and wanted to know you more on a personal level rather than your likes and dislikes.
"How do you feel about riches? What is your opinion on the rich life? Do you want to be rich?" You gave him a confused look and said "well that is a loaded question I have never been asked before." You looked down at the sidewalk in deep thought.
"Honestly I don't really mind money it's nice to have. But I am not set on needing to be rich. Extra money is nice to have to save up for later things in life, maybe better living. More books." You chuckled at the last part as he smiled and said "you like books don't you." "Is it not that obvious? Yes I love books. I want a big enough library in my home so I can just read, with a warm cup of tea, and a blanket. Possibly cuddling up against my man."
Sukuna smiled slightly and said "sounds wonderful." You smiled wide looking up at him and walked closer to him, noticing his pants looked like they were part of a suit and the dress shirt he was still wearing. "Did you just get off of work when you called?" He sighed and said "yes it was too much today." "You should take a vacation sometime. To a beach or a fancy getaway." You said as Sukuna chuckled looking at the sky saying "I wish but it probably involves me taking my work with me."
Feeling the wind chill over your exposed arms made you shiver and skin bump up. Sukuna noticed your discomfort and hugged yourself as he stopped making you look at him. He stripped off his jacket and handed it towards you offering you the clothing "Here." You took it slowly then traded his jacket for your small backpack.
"What is this some kind of sappy romance movie?" You said with a smile. He looked at you and said "I can just take it back."
Your arms went around the jacket and said "no it's warm." He smiled with a laugh and carried your bag. A smile formed on your face seeing such a handsome confident man like him carry a tiny backpack. For some reason you drifted closer to sukuna rubbing your arm against his feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. Smelling his scent from his jacket somewhat comforts you. The smell of natural soap, something of jasmine mixed with his man sent. Sukuna felt his hand graze yours as he looked to you from the corner of his eyes, seeing a blush on your cheeks while you took the wife of his jacket.
How you make his heart twist like a teenager again with a crush. He never got to be with someone like you. His whole life was nothing but forced to be with certain people for his rich status, to be with people for the photos and forced into a marriage. He took a step further with his beating heart and wrapped his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers through. A smile formed on your face feeling the warmth of his skin and strength of his hand without him squeezing it.
Sukuna looked at you to see if he made the right move and when he saw you smile and your fingers rub across his knuckles he knew he did the right thing. His thumb running over your knuckles comforting and easing your nerves.
"Hey sukuna what is your take on the life you want? Like what are your dreams?" It was your turn to ask life questions.
Sukuna took a glance at you and wanted to say, someone like you to be in his life. To say he hates the life he has now, that no one cares for what he wants, only doing it for the money.
"I don't really know, I guess I am just going with the flow of life. Wherever the river takes me. I mean it did throw you in my path. We would never know what holds in store for us later in life. Having someone to be there for me would be nice to have. But I can not complain about what I have now."
You stared at him listening to how knowledgeable his words are, while your answer would have just been a I don't know. He was right.
"Yea that is true but it's alright to feel frustrated from time to time. All we want in life is to be happy and to be a little greedy with something we want to make us happy. To take the pain away from the truth of life. Something to wash away your pain and forget the world."
Sukuna looked at you with a soft smile you hadn't seen on him before and it made your heart flutter. "Shall I take you home now." You would rather stay with him longer but you knew he had to go home, eat dinner and go to work in the morning. "I guess we should leave, I got to make dinner for myself." He chuckled then pulled your intertwined hand to his lips feeling them place a soft kiss to your knuckle. "If you like or want to, we can go on another date soon." You agreed with a smile and blush to your cheeks.
When you got to your place standing with your back to the door and facing sukuna with a smile as you stripped off his jacket trading it for your back pack. "Thank you for letting me use your jacket. Hope I kept it warm for you." Sukuna placed it on with a loud chuckle then smiled at you. You really didn't want him to go. He has been the best company you had in so long and life has been getting lonely.
You gaze trailed to his hand that was holding yours seeing the black nail polish on his finger nails that were not there when you went on the first date. "You painted your nails?" He lifted his hands to show you with a smile and said "I get bored at home sometimes so I paint them." You hummed then stepped closer to him feeling a little brave to wrap your arms around his torso and hug him. Sukuna froze then hugged you back as he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to your cheek.
The warmth of his lips on your cheek, made you blush and smile. Sukuna let you go and took a step back rubbing the back of his neck. "I will text you later." You nodded and said your goodbyes to him. As soon as you went inside your home you started to smile like an idiot and blush red trying to hide your face with your hands. You can not believe you ran into this man and now he is part of your life.
Over the week sukuna had been feeling really suspicious about his wife. She has not been home often and always comes home just before dinner or sometimes after. Sukuna didn't mind her being out with friends or having time to herself but it was the suspicious slow closing of the front door and fixing herself before she saw him. He does not want to interfere with her business but he is still worried. Then again why should he be? She is the one that wants nothing to do with him from time to time, and also flirts with any man at parties that she sees.
They had to attend a party after one of his meetings his wife dressed in a tight black low v neck dress with a slit open on the side to expose her leg. Sukuna dressed in one of his many suits a black cherry color suit with a maroon dress shirt and red bow tie. He wasn't much for wearing bows but somehow he wore it because he showed you a picture of him wearing a bow tie once. You thought he looked so cute and handsome in one. So he decided to wear one just with the thought of you.
He sent you a picture of himself tonight with a slight frown. You saw the picture he sent asking him what was wrong and he looked cute with a pout. He told you he had a meeting party tonight and doesn't really want to attend it.
Sukuna ran his hands through his hair and walked out with his wife hanging off his arm. He always thinks she looks amazing and sexy, he told her everything and it still pains his heart that she slowly stopped saying those to him. On the drive there his thoughts wondered, feeling guilty that he was even thinking of being with you instead. With his wife sitting next to him he placed a hand on her thigh giving it a squeeze.
She giggled and nuzzled against him, making him smile the first time in days that she actually touched him without laying down in bed. During the party like always his wife leaves his side to go walk around. So much for the cuddling in the car and the sweet soft romantic relationship. Sukuna stood drinking from his glass as he watched his wife from afar seeing her flirt with the many men that surrounded her. He scoffed and gave his glass to the bartender and went outside to get fresh air before he loses his mind.
His eyes gazed at a husband and wife sucking on eachothers faces making him turn away in disgust. How he wished he had that life with his wife now. Sukuna walked away from the party hearing the voices get lower then pulled out his phone to call you. He didn't know what he was doing exactly but he just needed to talk to you just to hear you. It felt like he just came her to drop off his wife to have fun.
"Hello sukuna!" He smiled hearing your voice excited to see him call you. "Hello sweetheart. Sorry if you were busy, the party here is a little boring." You smiled saying "no you didn't bug me I was just about to eat some ice cream." He smirked and said "going to save me some?" You giggled at his comment. "Nope sorry. This is all for me." You took a bite making a moaning sound "this is so good" you said teasing him.
Sukuna smirked with a chuckle, he liked hearing that sound from you. "Shouldn't be making those sounds darling." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" He licked his lower lip and said "might just have to go over there and show you why." You blushed and smirked, liking the way this conversation is heading. "Was that a promise or a threat?" "I don't know, maybe both." The both of you chuckled with smiles on your faces as he looked behind him thinking he should go back. "I need to go back now."
You pouted and said "aww I guess. Well goodbye sukuna. I will see you later." He said his goodbye to you then went back to the party and to his jealous saddened heart. He saw his wife dancing with another man. She never asked him if she wanted to dance. Sukuna walked his way over and cleared his throat with a deathly scowl to the man. The man looked to sukuna with a smirk and handed his wife over to him but not before kissing her knuckles.
It sent a flame of anger through his eyes, death glare at the man as he walked away. His wife giggled and leaned up to bite his ear lobe saying "I like the way you get angry." The night with all the sexual tension that sukuna had with thoughts of you he needed his release. So he let out the frustration out on his wife and she loved it. He pounded into her hearing her bark his name while she rode him digging her nails into his bicep. His fingers gripped her waist but he closed his eyes shamelessly thinking of you.
Wanting to feel himself deep inside you to hear your sweet moans, to hear you say his name. Again his wife released around him then stopped her movements. Sukuna looked at her with a growl and she slid off him giving him a pat on his stomach. "Why won't you let me cum in you?" He said with a frustrated tone and with a frown on his face. She only smiled to him and said "no kids sukuna I may be on the pill but those hardly are one hundred percent so sorry. You can fix it right."
She left him alone in the bed heading into the bathroom connected to their room. He sighed and put on his silk robe and went to the guest room bathroom. He decided a shower should be nice to wash off the things from today. But he still wanted his release as he went back to the room seeing his wife still in the bathroom.
Curious he silently walked up to the door staying quiet enough to hear her light moans through the door. He growled and took his phone then went back to the other bathroom then called you. He let the shower run, hearing the ring through his phone. He sighed thinking it might be too late to call you but to his surprise you picked up. "Hey sukuna." He smiled and said "hey you are still awake." You giggled and said "for now yes. I was actually getting bored. You alright?"
He hummed and then heard you say "are you in the shower?" "Kind of. I missed you." You smiled saying "it's only been an hour or two since you called. But I missed you too." He chuckled and said "how much did you miss me?" You laid down in your bed and said "a little too much i guess. Been thinking about what we should do for our next date." Sukuna hummed in response then said "you still curious about my tattoos, want to see them sweet heart?"
A blush filled your cheeks and hid yourself in your pillow saying "as a shameful woman yes." Hearing your phone go off with a text message you opened it still on the call with sukuna and saw the picture he sent you. Him shirtless in the shower with drops of water on his skin. The tattoos that trail over his chest and two lines across his stomach pointing to his v line just where the picture ended. You were speechless seeing his muscles and bare skin wishing to see more. There was no way this man is taking you on dates. As you saw the smirk on his face and wet hair in the picture it made you pool between your legs.
"Are you still with me darling?" Your thought was cut off by his voice through the phone and brought it back to your ear. "Uhh yes sorry. It's just. You look. Wow." He chuckled into a laugh and said "was it too much for you or do you want more of me to see?" Your face was red across your cheeks wanting to say yes just to see him all. "Just so you know darling you got me wanting you right now. I need a little help right now. If that is alright?"
Was he serious? He wanted you two to have phone sex. You never did that before but were you really going to turn down this sexy man. So you sent him something in return he got curious as to why you were not answering till his messages went off. He looked at it then a wide smirk filled his face. Seeing a picture of you slightly hiding your face away from the camera and breast bare out in the open for him to see. "That's a good girl. Don't be shy, you can play with yourself."
You whimpered and said "you better not be recording this weirdo." He chuckled and grabbed his cock with his free hand feeling his stiffness in his palm. "You got me hard darling twitching and aching to be inside of you." Hearing his words already made you wet, you could not believe you're doing this with a guy that you are not even intimate with yet. But you don't care, he is sexy, hot, sweet and handsome. You slipped your hand down between your legs and started to rub your aching nub feeling how much you dripped for him.
Moans of his name left your lips and bucked your hips. Sukuna pumped himself hearing you as he grunted squeezing around his shaft. "Yes sweetheart you like the thought of me pumping myself. You wish my cock was in you." Hearing his vulgar words made you moan. Yes you so badly want him here instead. "Yes sukuna I want you. I am so close already. You should see how wet I am for you."
He moaned fucking his hand hearing how sweet you sounded with the sounds his name from you. "Cum baby be a good girl for me yea." You moaned more and arched your back plunging your fingers inside of yourself and curling them to get enough of the sweet spot inside you. "Sukuna! Yes I am so close. Ah sukuna!" Feeling that knot break and creamed onto your own fingers. Sukuna groaned, throwing his head back squeezing his phone and his cock. He released a hard load on to the wall of the shower looking at the mess he made.
You heavily breathed into the phone then smiled and covered your face in shame. He let himself go saying "thank you darling I needed that. I will let you sleep now." You hummed and said "you owe me ice cream now." He laughed a little and said "I promise. Goodnight." "Sweet dreams sukuna." He felt his heart flutter when he hung up. He pressed his forehead to the wall of the shower and let out a heavy sigh. He didn't know what the hell he was doing.
You rolled up in your blanket after cleaning yourself, still a blush on your face as you laid there hoping you did well enough for him. Sukuna turned off the shower and dried himself off then placed his robe back on as he did his phone chimed. He looked over to it and saw a picture of you cuddled up in your bed with a text 'I wish you were here.' He smiled texting you a good night and walked back to his room to see his wife already asleep.
He forgot what happened a while ago so much for feeling like a marriage, so much for holding like she loves him.
The next day sukuna sat in his office checking emails and responding to things to expand his company. But he was not fully focused and had to keep retyping letters. His mind was full of guilt with thoughts of you. What the two of you shared last night was more than just people hanging out for comfort. He was starting to become lustful for you. He is a man who likes to break challenges and you are one of those, but he wanted you to break on him first and make the first move. If he can hide who he really is long enough for you to fall in love with him then just maybe he can leave this hell with his wife.
All of this was for money not for love she just saw him as a cash grab since her family was losing everything and he had to buy their company with a perk at the time of marrying their daughter. At first he thought it would be fun not to worry about dating anyone and fuck freely.
Now he didn't think that plan all the way through. He is older and smarter now wanting to experience those moments of falling in love. To raise a family and have kids to take over his company. With a loving wife at his side to comfort him on those bad days. Someone that can be just normal with him, not all about the business. A person like you.
Just as he was thinking about you he heard his phone chime. He looked at it, seeing a message from you. When he opened the message he saw a picture of you holding a chicken wrap with a bright smile on your face. Sukuna smirked and a quick short chuckle reading your next text. 'Thanks you got me hooked on these wraps'. He wished to be there with you.
After hours of being in his office he finally gets to go home and eat something. The drive home was boring and of course when he went inside his wife was nowhere. It's a habit she has been doing a lot, not that sukuna cares much anymore now. Sukuna stood in the kitchen making his food then went to sit in the living room with the TV on. Half way into his meal he heard the door open then looked over to see his wife. His eyes trailed her form waiting for her to say hello or I love you. His eyes trailed over her body then saw a red mark on her neck that she tried to cover with her coat when she walked inside. He cleared his throat, startling her as she looked over to him, slightly shocked to see him home.
He noticed her quickly covering her neck with her hand and smiled. "Hello dear, didn't know you were out here." Sukuna stood up with his brows furrowed and walked over to her. He grabbed her wrist as she looked up to him with worry then he pulled her hand away from her neck and the coat to the side off her shoulder.
His heart dropped; she was in fact cheating on him, seeing the red love bite on her skin. He let out a growl and dropped her hand saying "fuck this shit." Sukuna walked away from her as she chased after him into the room. "Why are you so upset? I was trying to get you a deal with someone that can help get us even more money. You should be proud of it." Sukuna grabbed a suitcase slamming it onto the bed and yelled "proud! You thought I would be proud of my wife cheating on me!"
She scowled at him and crossed her arms and said "oh like you have not been fucking other women behind my back." He looked at her hurt that she even thought that. "What are you talking about? I never once cheated on you. I have been loyal to you. Since we've been married. Now I find out you have been fucking men behind my back."
She rolled her eyes and looked away saying "I have not been fucking men I was only touching and flirting with them maybe a few kisses here and there but nothing more." He scoffed packing his suitcase and took it with him. "It's the same thing, just shut up and go back to wherever you came from. I am sure you like it better with him." He told her walking out of the bedroom to the living room.
"Sukuna, where are you going? It was just a hickey." He growled and said "leaving for a while I would rather be alone than to be here with a whore like you." She looked at dropping her jaw then scoffed with a snarl saying "sukuna really. Like you won't find anyone better than me."
Sukuna walked out his door and left in his car to the other housing he has that looked over the city. This is the house he wants to live in, one where he can raise his family. This house he bought during his marriage to think that he wants a life with her. He sighed and went to the bedroom in the home to hang up the suits and extra clothes he brought with him. Sukuna groaned, rubbing his face as he sat on the bed wanting then clenched his fist wanting to break things to let out his anger.
He checked his phone, seeing nothing from his wife. She really didn't care about what she had done. He growled standing up from the bed clenching his phone then slammed it into the floor breaking it into pieces. After calming down he saw what he did, letting a heavy breath from his nose. At least it was his phone and not the wall or a person.
He groaned and picked up the pieces of his phone off the floor then left his home to go get a new one. He would rather just not have a phone for the moment and try to calm down or even better just be with you. But he had a business to run so he needed to get a new phone. After getting one he drove through the city with the radio off and a elbow on the driver door resting his cheek on his knuckles bored out of his mind.
Sukuna heard the rain lightly patter on the car feeling his world coming apart. The thoughts of his wife still lingered on his mind as he scrunched his brows then slammed his palm against the steering wheel. "Fuck!" He can't take this he needs to see you rather you like it or not. He flipped a u turn at a light a drove off to your apartment parking outside looking at it debating his choices.
He shook his head taking his phone and jacket then made his way over to your front door standing in front of it and swallowed hard. Sukuna lifted his hand and knocked hard on your door. There was no answer so he checked the time on his phone seeing how late it was. He breathed out "shit."
Then he froze hearing your door unlock and open slightly seeing your face in shock. "Sukuna? What are you doing here?" He smiled slightly with a frustrated "hey." You noticed how drained he looked, his eyes looked hurt and his hair getting soaked from the rain going flat to his head. "Get in before you get a cold." He walked in when you opened the door, feeling the warmth of your home engulf his body.
He looked at your body seeing the oversized shirt you wore that barely covered your thighs. A smirk formed on his face, his mind running in dirty scenes. You looked at him and said "go sit on the couch I will be back." Sukuna nodded and took a seat looking around your living room, seeing a few plants, pictures of scenery, landscapes and a bookshelf by the tv. You came back with a hand towel then stood in front of him handing out the towel. "Here dry your hair."
Sukuna took it with a side smile saying "thanks." He began to dry his hair making it more of mess after he was done. A smile filled your face holding back a giggle seeing his pink hair stick up in different places. "Hey sukuna you alright? Why are you out so late?" He hung his head low and leaned his forearms on his thighs saying "it's not a good night. Some family life trouble. I just needed to see you before I lost my mind."
You frowned and said "do you want to talk about it?" He grunted not looking at you then he quickly reached out his hands grabbing you by the hips and pulled you to fall in his lap. Your legs straddled him, feeling his groin between your legs as your shirt started to rise up. The heat and blush filled your cheeks, trying to push away from sukuna. "Hey what are you doing?"
Sukuna groaned and wrapped his arms around your torso saying "stop squirming can I hold you please?" You froze feeling his hold on you, it made your heart flutter and your core ache for him being so close. He placed his face into your neck breathing in your scent feeling calm then felt your hand rub across his back.
"Sukuna, if you ever need to talk or need a place to be i am always here." You felt his lips press against the crook of your neck sending your skin a flame. He pulled away to look at you seeing your eyes and flushed face then leaned in closer to you. His lips hovered right over yours, noses brushed against his and you felt his warm breath on your skin.
There were no words exchanged as you both leaned into each other. Feeling his lips press against yours, so soft, warm and demanding when he leaned in harder against you. Lips moving in sync as you parted your mouth a little feeling his tongue lick your lower lip, you opened to let him. His tongue invaded your mouth giving your tongue a swirl and a seductive flick when he pulled away. You took a deep breath licking your lips tasting him then went in for more.
Tongues battle for dominance but you let him take over as you push your hips against his. Sukuna kept his eyes closed feeling you against him, the way your lips molded against his and the soft touches to his bigger frame. He needs you and wants you. He slowly slipped his fingers under your shirt and slid his hands fully under your shirt grasping your hips. You opened your eyes slightly to look at his face letting out a gasp from his touch. "Sukuna." You lightly moaned out his name making him groan against your lips.
Sukuna moved his face and hid it in your neck giving a light bite then put his lips to your ear. "May I have you tonight?" A bright blush filled your face, you want to go into bed with him but you also wanted to wait and not give into him so fast. "I am sorry if I am putting pressure on you. But you got me thinking about being between your legs ever since that night."
You could feel the warmth cream of your arousal pool out soaking your underwear. "S..sukuna let's go to my room." He let you go as he got a view of the underwear you're wearing, lacy thin and black. He smirked following you down a hall to your bedroom getting the more personal view of you.
Seeing two more book shelves filled with books and plush animals, some statues throughout it. The clothes are thrown on the floor in a corner, a few tea cans littering the tables. You held down the bottom of the shirt to cover yourself as he watched you clear off the bed tossing some things on the dresser including your laptop.
When you leaned over the bed to grab things, your shirt raised all the way passed your ass giving sukuna perfect view of you. The plump roundness fit into such small tight panties leaving so much of the bare skin to his view. He could feel the tightness in his pants when his cock twitched to be inside of you, imagining the feeling of the plumpness pressed against him as he fucks you from behind. His eyes roamed over your figure then went to your face seeing you looking straight back at him.
Sukuna dropped his smirk and looked away hearing you shifted around then say "alright the bed is ready." He looked back to you noticing how shy you were, and wondered if this was your first time. "I just want to know before we do anything, is this your first time?"
You blushed putting out your hands saying "no no its just been a while since I last had sex. And you are really intimidating." He heard the last part and laughed crossing his arms. "If I am really that scary will it be better if I get down on my knees let you have the higher ground."
You shook your head and walked over to him pressing your body to his. Sukuna looked down at you, releasing his arms, putting them around you watching and feeling your hands run over his chest. "I am just nervous to have my heart broken again. So I am scared to open my heart to someone. And you have been nothing but caring to me so I am just worried you will only want one thing."
Sukuna hummed, raising a hand to your face, carefully taking your chin between your fingers forcing you to stare at him. "Darling who ever said I was letting you go. Yes I do like sex in relationships but I give with a full heart."
You smiled brightly to him then stepped away from his frame enough to grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head revealing your naked torso to sukuna. Your breast free to his eyes only in your lace panties making him groan out a little.
Sukuna followed you soon after peeling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. You stood there stunned to see a full body. The muscles of his puffed chest and the rolls of his abs all covered with the tattoos, seeing it here in person. His thick arms you just wanted to be wrapped up in, eyes trailing down to his front view that you so wished to see from the shower picture. The strain tightens the fabric ready to release whatever beast it was holding back.
Sukuna did the same gazing over your natural curvy figure with some natural plump to your tummy and legs. Every woman he was with before his marriage was trying to be the model type. Skinny, big breasts and big ass with skimpy clothing. He questioned if most of them were even real and it disgusted him to even think he laid with them. Even his wife started to go on a diet to lose weight ignoring the compliments he told her all the time she is perfect the way she is.
Seeing you starting to get shy he acted fast moving to you and pulled you closer against him. His lips smashed to yours pushing you back till you hit the bed and laid onto it pulling him on top of you. Sukuna kissed you with so much passion slipping his legs between yours you just opened your legs for him. He chuckled against your lips then trailed his mouth across your jaw finding the spot on your neck that made you moan when he kissed it.
"Sukuna…" he hummed against your skin, feeling the vibration through your neck. He begin to roll his hips grinding his clothed erection on your clothed soaking folds. "Y/n. You're beautiful." Your heart fluttered, putting your hands into his fluffy hair still feeling the dampness from the rain.
Sukuna moved away from your body seeing you laying on your back face flushed pink, breast perky and nipple hard from the cool air. "Can I take these off?" He asked as he hooked his fingers into the side of the laced fabric. You nodded seeing the smirk on his face then pulled down your panties while you lifted your hips making it easier for him to take them off. He gazed at you fully bare and naturally it made his heart skip a beat, you are truly beautiful to him.
It was his turn as he stared at you while stripping down his underwear letting his hard shaft spring up. Your eyes widened seeing his full cock thick and bigger than average, his pink mushroom tip oozing with precum. He grabbed himself and started to pump his fist as you let out a gasp then looked to his eyes half lidded and full of lust.
"Do you have condoms?" You shook your head saying no as he sighed. "I will be alright with out one. That is if I can trust you." Sukuna smirked and leaned over your body saying "I am clean if that is what you are worried about and I will pull out when I am about to cum."
You shifted onto the bed letting sukuna climb onto the bed towering over you as you spread your legs. He smirked, kissed you hard, rubbing his erection across your folds making you moan into his mouth. He rested onto one forearm and used his other free hand to cup your breast then released your mouth to trail his lips down your neck. You knew where this was leading feeling hot hot breath along your skin teasing your breast then felt him lick your nipple.
A moan left your lips as you closed your eyes enjoying the warm swirl of his tongue on your breast then felt him move to the other while his hand massaged the other. When he pulled his mouth away a pucker sound came from it, feeling them get more hard from his saliva cooling on your skin. "Sweetheart let me feast on you?"
Your cheeks tinted with a blush but ignored his question as he stared at you with those lustful dark crimson eyes. He continued to make eye contact with you as he moved down your stomach giving light kisses across your stomach while he moved. He stopped between your legs hovering over your wet flesh seeing a proud smirk on his face then took a whiff of you. "You smell so sweet my dear."
You watched him lick his lips feeling embarrassed you covered your half of your face still watching him. Sukuna leaned down holding your legs apart spreading you wide and stuck out his tongue giving your lower lips a long lick. "Oh fuck. " you breathed out laying your head back hearing his chuckle and felt his lips around your clit swirling his tongue around your bud.
Your hands covered your face feeling the way he worked on you sucking and licking every part of your folds then you felt him move for just a moment to say "this pussy tastes great."
Sukuna moved a hand sliding two of his fingers across you slick heat lubricating them just before he slipped them into your wet cave. A moan fell from your mouth feeling his thick fingers curl against a good spot pumping them in and out of you while his tongue still swirled around your clit. "Damn sukuna..this feels great." You started to buck your hips wanting to feel his fingers deeper inside of you while the knot in your lower abdomen begin to build.
"Sukuna..ahh..I am getting closer.." Your hands gripped the blanket under you digger your fingers into it while sukuna took a quick look at your face seeing you in pure bliss. He though you had enough and pulled out his fingers from you and leaned up seeing you looked at him with a pout to your lips. It made him smile, to think his wife would flip out if he did that to her.
Sukuna made sure you watched him sink his cream coated fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. Your eyes widened and watched him grab his cock positioning himself between your legs rubbing his tip across your folds while pumping himself. You shamelessly whimpered to bucked your hips to him wanting him in you. "Sukuna please I want you in me."
He leaned over you pushing his tip through your entrance and slowly pushed himself forward, feeling how tight you are as he sunk into you inch by inch. Your eyes rolled back, closing them feeling his length stretch you open filling you up till he bottomed out. "Fuck you are so tight. Such a good girl taking in my cock." You moaned out to him then wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer on top of you.
His lips pressed against yours starting to move slowly, pulling out and sinking back in hearing your desperate whimpers. "Sukuna move faster, please give it to me." Sukuna chuckled, pressing his lips to your neck saying "as you wish darling." He begins to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder into your soaking cunt. Feeling his thick cock slide through your every part inside you.
You were already close to breaking, letting out louder moans of his name as he leaned up on his hands looking down at you. "Scream my name, don't hold back. If you want to cum then cum hard." Your chest flutters and pussy tightens around him hearing those words but then he grabs your legs, lifting them higher to folds you. Sukuna was now above you pounding his cock into you at a new angle hitting that good spot inside you.
Sukuna could feel your gummy warm and wet wall clench around him making him groan a deep moan. Hearing this man lose himself to you put so much pride and lust through you. You latched around him digging your nails into his upper back feeling him about to lose himself thrusting hard and fast. The breathy pants and moans filled the room as the rain outside patterned on your window and the bed creaked with the rhythm of his thrusts.
You began to chant his name, feeling your knot build while sukuna gripped the blanket with your head hovering above you. You could see how much of a strain it was for him not to go full force and be rough with you. He opened his eyes to gaze at your face seeing your mouth hung slightly open, lustful eyes and flushed face. His chest began to throb with guilt and lust, the thoughts of his wife realizing that he was now in an affair. He should just stop and leave you for good but the reason he started this is because he was being cheated on. "Fuck."
He closed his eyes looking away as you whimpered. You can tell something was bugging him. His pace was getting out of rhythm so you reached out your hands to cup his face making him look at you. A smile formed on your swollen pink lips and said "sukuna fuck me. Hold me tight."
Sukuna groaned and started to rut his hips into you feeling how wet and tight your pussy became just for him. You pulled him down to you, feeling you about to snap. "Sukuna keeps going right there. Fuck don't stop."
It didn't take long til you squeezed around him and gushed your cream around his cock. "Sukuna! Fuck! Cum in me I want you to fill me up." He felt the way you twitched around him pussy pulsing against his cock he moved back and grabbed your hips tight. He started to pound into you slamming you against him by your hips. His eyes roamed over your face and saw your breasts bounce with each thrust. Sukuna groaned and closed his eyes with his head back letting out a deep moan as he released milky ropes of his cum and slowed down his pace to a halt.
Its been a while since he was able to cum inside of his wife and getting to do it with you made it all the better. You breathed heavily looking at anywhere else but him and after realizing what you told him to do.
Sukuna pulled out the feeling of you so tight it milked every last drop from him and saw the cream leaking from your hole. You felt it leak from you as you hid your face from him feeling the shame. You shouldn't have done this so soon but you loved it. Sukuna sat down on the edge of your bed looking at the floor and let out a sigh.
You sat up covering yourself with a blanket and looked at his back seeing the tattoos over his shoulder blades. "Was I that bad?" He looked to you quickly with a smirk and a chuckle saying "no darling you are amazing. Its just my head is getting clogged with useless thoughts. I am sorry for leading you into this." You smiled and crawled over to him pressing your chest to his back giving him a hug.
"Sukuna, why don't we lay down? It's really late and I am tired. You went pretty hard." You giggled as he let out a chuckle and turned to look, seeing your smile that made his stubborn heart swell. "You don't mind me staying here tonight?" He saw you give him a sweet smile watching you get up from the bed saying "get comfortable i am going to go into the bathroom real quick."
He watched you walk away still naked and disappeared into the bathroom. Sukuna took his chance to dig into his pants pocket pulling out his phone then crawled into your bed. He looked at the time and saw no messages from his wife as he let out a scoff then tossed the phone on your side table and laid his head back on your pillow. Part of him thinks he should just leave and go back home to deal with the problem with his wife but then looking at you emerge from the bathroom his face lit up.
Seeing the full view of your naked body makes him smirk and place his arms behind his head roaming his eyes over your body. You smiled getting to the bed and laid under the blanket looking at sukuna. He smirked, turning on his side, both of you looking at each other in silence. "You know you have a lot of books." You giggled and moved closer to him saying "guilty I love books and I want more. Do you like to cuddle?"
He saw how shy you were getting, causing a soft smile on his lips and wrapped a arm around you pulling against his body. "It's been a while since I had comfort with someone so come here and sleep." You nuzzled against his chest feeling safe in his arms and closed your eyes. Sukuna just stared at your face seeing you slowly fall asleep, how soft your cheeks are and you just looked peaceful. Sukuna wish he could be that calm. He just held you close placing a kiss to your forehead telling you a goodnight and fell asleep right after.
In the morning you opened your eyes and his your face into your pillow with a groan not wanting to get up. You moved around feeling the ache in your muscles then rolled into another body in the bed. You froze remembering what happened last night looking to see sukuna still asleep. Seeing his fluffy pink hair in a sleepy mess his face looked so relaxed and taking deep breaths. A smile formed on your face then softly ran a hand through his hair but the morning silence was interrupted by a phone ringing.
You quickly looked over at the noise seeing it was your phone that was going off but somehow it didn't disturb him. "Shut up phone." You sat up and took your phone off the table that laid next to his then saw it was your mother calling. Letting out a sigh you answered in a quiet tone. You looked back at sukuna and said "hey mom is everything alright?"
"Hey little one yes everything is fine I haven't checked on you in a while. Did you just wake up?" You pulled the phone away looking at the time seeing it was already eleven. "Yea I was pretty drained last night."
"Darling you had fun last night when you screamed my name telling me not to stop." You jumped slightly hearing sukuna then looked at him with a shocked expression saying "sukuna quiet I am on the phone with my mother."
Your mother heard you and said "who is sukuna? Where are you? Is that a man?" You put the phone back to your ear blushing and said "uhh yes that was a guy and I am at home." She laughed and said "is that your boyfriend? Did you find someone and is he nice?" You sighed rubbing your face saying "mom can I call you later. Please I got to go." As you hung up sukuna chuckled and sat up leaning his chest to your back then placed a kiss on your shoulder.
"So I am your boyfriend hmm." You smirked then pressed your lips to his cheek and said "that is if you want me as your girlfriend." He smirked and put his arms around your torso saying "well you took my cock in you. So I assume you belong to me now." You scoffed with a giggle and said "sukuna so vulgar. But I don't see your name on me." He gave you a seductive smirk then leaned his lips to your neck. "Well then that has to change. Why don't I give you a bite mark."
Sukuna opened his mouth and gave you a light bite, you could feel his teeth on your skin. That little motion he did ignite something in you, the chills that ran through you as you let out a breathy sigh. He let out a deep sexy chuckle and began to suck and lick that part of your neck. You moaned out and leaned back against him.
His arms snaked around you then trailed them up to your breast giving them a squeeze. You became so needy for him but you tried to squirm again from him. "Sukuna..not now. We just woke up." He hummed against your skin ignoring you still as he moved one hand down to between your legs grazing his fingers across your already soaked folds. You bit your lower lip but then let out a light moan and willingly opened your legs to him.
"That's a good girl." He is so vulgar and dominate it put your womb a flame. Sukuna sunk his fingers into you, curling them and slowly begin to pump while rubbing your clit with his thumb. More whimpers and light moans came from laying your head back giving him more access to you neck, feeling his lips suck on your neck but in a different spot. You wanted to tell him to stop but your body wants to keep going.
He leaned back a little and plunged his fingers deeper inside hearing your moans and squishing sounds of your witness against his hand. You moved a hand to grab his hand on your stomach intertwining your fingers through his and the other combing through the side of his hair. "Sukuna don't stop. Ahh I am so close." He pulled his lips away seeing the two reddish purple marks on your neck forming a proud smirk on his face. "Cum baby. Cream all over my fingers like a good girl yea."
He put you over the edge with just his words and voice, you snapped and yelled out his name releasing on his fingers. "That's my good girl." You felt him pull his finger you breathed hard then relaxed into his body and looked to him with a slight smile watching him lick his fingers clean. "I am going to shower you want to join me."
Sukuna gazed at his phone and sighed saying "I will let you take yours first. I have a little problem to get rid of." You moved away from him looking down to his groin seeing his harden shaft. A giggle escaped your lips and you quickly grabbed his cock with your hand. He sucked in a breath feeling you squeeze his shaft and pump your hand. "Just so you know I never done this before so give me a break if its not to your liking." He groaned and watched you with a smirk then saw you leaned down to put his tip in your mouth.
The feeling of your warm mouth and the swirl of your tongue around the mushroom head, he let out deep groans and gripped the blanket while bucking his hips slightly. You jerked the rest of him while trying to go down on him lower but your throat was not having it. When he bucked up a little too hard you gaged then pulled away coughing covering your mouth. He looked at you worried but then saw how embarrassed you were.
"Hey darling it alright. It was my fault I should have held back. Don't be embarrassed c'mere." He grabbed your arm and pulled you to him then smashed his lips to yours kissing you lovingly.
Sukuna decided he would take a shower with you, it was for him to not keep his hands off you. For the first time he was finally experiencing heart racing and normal dating, with a woman who actually cares for him. You both helped each other clean off, putting the strawberry scented soap in your hands then rubbed it against his chest. "Sorry for the girly soap but the scent will match your hair."
Sukuna laughed while washing the soap over you then placed a big kiss to your cheek and pulled you under the water with him to wash off. After the shower and getting dressed it was silent between the two of you and doubt began to set in your mind.
"So will I see you again or was this session just a one time thing." He looked at you and walked over cupping your face seeing the hurt in your eyes. "Why do you have that look? You think I am just going to drop you because i got sex." You shrugged and walked between his arms wrapping yours around his torso saying "I just want to finally have someone who loves me." Sukuna gulped realizing the situation he got himself into but he is ryomen sukuna he can do what he wants.
His wife is fucking someone behind his back why does he not do the same but he also doesn't want to hurt you. "Hey sweetheart I told you. You belong to me now. I got to go check in for work I will talk to you later. Don't be sad, cheer up doll face."
Sukuna squeezed your cheeks making you laugh telling him "alright I get it go on to work. Call me later. Be careful kuna." He looked at you raising a eyebrow repating "kuna?" "Yea kuna that is your nickname from me." Sukuna smirked and said "I like it. What about you book worm." You scoffed and said "no not that, give me a cute nickname. Think about on you way to work no go before you get in trouble."
He felt you push him slightly, telling him to go, making him chuckle as he walked to your front door. "Alright sweetheart I am going now, I will call you later." You waved bye to him then closed the door and got ready for the day.
During the drive sukuna had many thoughts running through his head making his mood back to his grumpy cold self. He should just go back home and patch things up with his wife for the company. But fuck them he wanted to do what he wants. It wasn't like his wife cared for him that much. Like she told him she was doing it for the money. Trying to sleep with men just to get them in his company.
He wouldn't mind if it worked both ways and he was allowed to sleep with other women. But she had already assumed he was sleeping around and went on ahead to do it herself. He doesn't feel too guilty about seeing you but deep down the thought hurts. Later that night sukuna did call you, both of you had talked for almost an hour on the phone. His wife never called, which upset him to know that she didn't worry if he was alright but you did, asking if he was alright and if he wanted to come back over. Sukuna wanted to but he had to stay away for the night to think about the upcoming in his life.
Ahh thank you so much for reading! likes and reblogs are much appreciated!
Sukuna just wants to have a real love life. He never knew he needed it till he got older now he has to hide his true self just to keep you in his arms. T-T
summary: an employee makes an rude comment to YN, not knowing who she is
warning: swearing, implied smut
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YN steps into the conference room with her head held high, confidence radiating from her despite her fashionably late entrance. The sound of her red bottoms clicking against the marbled floor draws everyone’s attention to her, jaws dropping and eyes shamelessly trailing down her body and then back up to her face, in awe of her beauty.
Harry’s usually permanent scowl drops from his face and is replaced with a look of fondness for his wife, kicking the man beside him out of the seat to free up space for her to sit.
The man who he kicked out, Jason, was livid as he found another seat, far away from the CEO. He’d planned to suck up to him the entire meeting, but it’s kind of hard to do so from the other side of the room. He’s a new employee that’s only just started a few weeks ago, not having met YN yet.
As soon as she’s seated comfortably, Harry resumes the meeting, going over the company’s numbers for the quarter as well as discussing bonuses and answering questions for those who have them.
“This quarter’s numbers were down 7.4% compared to the last, so I’m sure you can see where my anger stems from,” he states angrily, his voice booming throughout the silent room, the air thick with tension.
Everyone looks at him silently, except for one person, his wife. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’d also like to add that, compared to last year, we are nearly double where we were, but given the time of year, it is not uncommon for our numbers to trend downward. I do believe that if we maximize all of our income for the next three weeks or so, we should be able to match last quarter, maybe even exceed,”
Harry goes on to agree with her when he hears a scoff from the other side of the room. He looks over to see Jason with an irritated look on his face, but before he can address him he’s speaking.
“Dumb bitch,” Jason mumbles, but in the silence of the room, every single person in the room whips their head to him, eyebrows raised at their oblivious new coworker. All of the employees are holding their breath, awaiting the storm that is bound to come.
“Is there something you’d like to share with all of us, Mr. Hall?” YN’s authoritative voice booms throughout the room before Harry has the chance.
“Yes, I do actually,” he states,
“You’re just a woman anyway, what do you know? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t even get through college on your own, wouldn’t be surprised if you used your body to get to the top,” he finishes, gasps ringing through the room.
“Jason Hall, your very new contract has now been terminated,” Harry grits out, trying to calm his anger. When Jason’s face fall and he questions why, he is quick to explain.
“I do not tolerate discrimination in my workplace, nor do I tolerate disrespect toward authority figures. You have been here a short time, Jason, but that time is up. Human Resources is located on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop there on your way out,” he hisses, watching Jason’s face crumple as he realizes what he’s done.
“Anything else you’d like to add, Mrs. Styles?” Harry questions, turning to his wife before cutting his eyes back to Jason to see his reaction. He chuckles quietly when he watches the color drain from his face and he starts stuttering out excuses.
“Mr. Hall, I advise you to learn from your mistakes, and learn from them quickly with how difficult it will be to find a job once word of this interaction gets out. Quite frankly, you do not know who you just fucked with. I have connections in every state in this country, and nearly every country in the world. I hope you have a fantastic time learning how to cook at the Burger King down the road. Meeting dismissed,” she replies, her tone firm and unforgiving.
Everyone files out of the room, laughing under their breath at the look on their ex coworker’s face. When everyone is gone, she finally turns back to Harry, a laugh of disbelief leaving her lips as she takes in his blown pupils and heavy breathing, her eyes trailing down to his crotch to see an unmistakable bulge there.
“Really, Haz? I’ve just chewed out one of your employees and you’re turned on right now?” she laughs, the sound being cut off by a desperate kiss being pressed to her lips.
“You’re just so undeniably sexy when you take control. A stark contrast to when we’re at home and I eat you out until you’re crying an-,” he’s cut off by her hand being placed over his mouth.
“Shut up and get on your knees,” she demands, and he’s quick to comply, letting her take control of him as well.
A self indulgent one-shot Ceo!Au fic to celebrate the launch of Keir and Cirrus's second chapters tomorrow!
Tags: Cirrus/Reader, degradation, unethical office relationship, abuse of power, power dynamics, spanking, glove kink, pain and bruising, bad BDSM etiquette, gender neutral reader, reader body not described.
Link to AO3 version
You had been so desperate to find a job in your new city that you hadn’t been especially picky. You’d moved here as a last option, relocating because of the world-renowned hospitals in this area. There was an experimental study opening soon that focused on your life-threatening condition, and you knew that it might be your only option. Certainly, the bemused expression of the so-called “experts” in your hometown had discouraged you from staying. Your condition didn't even have a WebMD page. So it hadn’t mattered to you much at the time that all your funds went into renting a moving truck, paying the deposit on an apartment, and boxing up all your belongings. You had arrived, penniless, and sought jobs as quickly as possible - applying to everything and anything that you could convince a recruiter you’d be good at. You just needed some income while you waited to hear back about whether you were eligible for the medical trial.
Applying to Crescent Consulting had been surprisingly easy. You’d uploaded your resume online, answered a few questions that MAYBE were some kind of personality test (the question “What does the full moon mean to you?” had definitely seemed a little strange at the time), and were offered an interview a few days later.
You pressed down your nerves as you approached the company. You were dressed in your least-wrinkled interview clothes, pulled out of a cardboard box the night before. There hadn’t been time to unpack everything. The exterior of the building was grand. Silvery glass extended high above you, the blue sky reflecting mirror-like off of the eighty floors of windows. The interior matched the prestigious exterior. All around you were gleaming stone floors, elevators that smelled like new carpet, well-groomed and refined staff, and chandeliers that likely cost as much as your apartment.
Crescent Consulting was on the third and fourth floors of the building. You speak to a receptionist near the entrance and she ushers you into a small, private office to the left of the door. You smile politely as the hiring manager seated inside looks over your resume, asking about your experience, your career goals, and previous successes and difficulties. Pretty standard stuff. The pay and benefits seem good too. You try to recall the information you’d read about the company, peering down at the job description you’d printed out and brought with you.
“From what you’ve said, I think this company would be a good fit for me,” you say, trying to infuse your words with an air of confidence you didn’t really feel. “. . . but the job listing was a little sparse on details. Would you mind going over exactly what this position would entail?”
The routine atmosphere of the interview dissipates. The interviewer grows far more serious, fixing you with a stern look over the rim of their tortoiseshell glasses.
“This position is essential to the success of our company. Crescent Consulting is directed by Mr. Cirrus. As our CEO, he leads us, guides us, and makes decisions that keep us at the forefront of consulting in this city. He’s an exceptionally talented man.” She regards you with her steely gaze as if you would dare challenge her statement. You nod at her meekly.
She shifts in her seat. “But he’s also exceptionally busy. Too much of his time right now is taken up by scheduling things, answering emails, filing documents…we’ve all tried to help where we can, but eventually, it became clear that it was time we hired someone to do it full-time. So, that’s where you come in. The job position is to work as his assistant. He has exacting tastes, and expects the finest work.”
You can practically see the job opening slipping away right before your eyes. The words spring from your lips.
“I assure you, I am someone who is deliberate, detailed, and focused. Crescent Consulting is my top choice and it would be an honour to assist Mr. Cirrus as he continues to lead such amazing work.”
She nods at that, relenting a little. “We’ll hire you for a probationary period. Let’s see how you do after a week on the job. If your work is satisfactory - and Cirrus takes a liking to you, we’ll offer you a full contract.”
After that, the first week goes by in a blur. You’d seen Cirrus’s emails and calendar plenty of times, but hadn’t even met him face to face. They gave you a cubicle in the corner of one of the floors and you toil away diligently, working your way down a seemingly endless list of tasks. The hiring manager was right - there was plenty to do. You spent your time reading the employee handbook, completing new employee training, learning about the different clients, trying to remember which employee names and titles, and archiving documents that hadn’t been looked at in years. You’ve just started working on a summary of consulting projects completed in 2017 when you feel a presence just over your shoulder.
You jump in your chair as you spin around looking up to see a man looming over you. He’s tall and lanky, even taller from your current position. Long white hair slinks down over his shoulders, stopping near the waist of his suit. His accessories stand out against his dark clothes - a gold metal snake that encircles his finger, two chain bracelets that glimmer from beneath the cuffs of his sleeves, and thin hanging earrings. A tailored waistcoat highlights the way his broad torso narrows at the waist. The man’s arm rests casually against the wall of your cubicle, a thin pen between his fingers. He's undoubtedly handsome, imposingly so. You finish taking him in and meet his gaze, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Hurriedly, you introduce yourself. “I'm very sorry, I didn't notice you there! I’m a new hire, I’ve only been working here for week, I don't believe we've met?”
Surely, you'd be able to remember someone who looks like THAT.
“I thought it was about time I came to meet you,” he says politely, watching you through nearly translucent lashes. “You've already begun to prove yourself useful to me.”
“Oh, are you… Cirrus? I'm really thankful for this opportunity, sir, the company seems great and everyone has gone out of their way to be helpful…” flustered, you’re immediately thrown off your game. So this is the man you work for. You had to admit, you'd assumed that Cirrus was some older, stodgy executive- someone thoroughly unattractive. It was shocking to be confronted unexpectedly with someone so… well, different!
“I'm glad to hear it. It's important that Crescent Consulting cultivates a welcoming environment towards newcomers.” He spins the pen between his fingers a little, playing with the clip on it. “How are you finding the work so far?”
“It's been easy enough,. It seems like it's just a matter of checking over everything carefully and making sure that -”
His pen falls from his hand with a clink, sharp and startling against the waxed tile floor.
You bend in your chair, leaning to pick it up without a delay. You hand it to him, reaching up. It's hard to miss the way that his eyes flick from the pen in your hand to your face, but he takes it without comment.
“Please, reach out if you have any questions. And ask the hiring manager you met with earlier for the full employment contract. You're a good fit. I look forward to our work together.”
And just like that, you're officially hired.
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The next Monday, you're at your desk for only a few moments before his shadow darkens your screen. Cirrus, the same outfit as you saw before - dark and stately in the fluorescent-lit office. His placid smile is at odds with the weight of his presence, a heavy, frozen thing that spills out through the weight of his shoulders and the cant of his head. It urges you to bow to him. Or grovel, your mind unhelpfully supplies. You end up half jumping out of your chair before settling back into it and dipping your head in acknowledgement. Embarrassing.
"I emailed you a list of tasks on Sunday for you to begin this week. We're entering into our busiest quarter of the year, so I'll be depending on your work. As always, please reach out to me if you have any questions."
"I've already skimmed through it to familiarise myself with the tasks before I arrived today." You smile up at him a little. There's no need for him to worry about your accountability. You want to do well. Especially for him.
…But only because he’s your boss, of course.
He responds with a gentle nod towards you. "Good. Eager to get started, hmm?"
“I'll send you an update on what I've accomplished by the end of the day. Let me know if there's anything else I can do to meet your needs, sir."
His hand falls onto your shoulder for only a moment, fixing you into your chair. His golden eyes dart towards yours, serious. “Let’s start with the list for now. Don’t want to exhaust you before the end of the second week.”
With that, he leaves, returning to his office. The firm press of his hand lingers on your shoulder. You raise your own hand to it, fingers ghosting over the sensation. Would meeting his needs really be exhausting? You’re determined to dispel any doubt he may hold about your capabilities.
As you adapt to your job, your list of duties starts to expand. The hiring manager wasn't kidding. Cirrus seems to be particular about everything. He cares about the scent of the soap in his bathroom (lavender), the way he takes his tea (no sugar, one and a half creamers), and the height of the window blinds in his office before he comes in each morning (lowered to the height of your knees, raised to shoulder level after lunch). Rather than resenting the numerous rules, you find joy in the structure they give your day.
And he certainly is gracious. He’s kind to you, thanking you for the tasks you complete. Polite, yet reserved. Always controlled and professional. His occasional praise makes you glow a little. It's proof that he notices and cares about the effort you put into your work. It's a little addictive. It drives you to be increasingly exacting, hoping to impress him. You find yourself wondering whether there’s something hidden behind that polished facade of his. He reminds you of a Greek statue. Beautiful, unyielding, and with a smile that never quite reaches his eyes.
You find yourself staying late at the office recently, struggling to get everything done during the day. Eight hours doesn’t seem like a lot of time when it’s stretched over so many tasks. But Cirrus stays late too. Your coworkers file out of the office one by one until it’s just you and him in the building. The light shining through the frosted glass of his office door there to keep you company. You remember the first time you stayed late. You had sat in your mesh desk chair, bones stiff and weary from their long hours of inactivity. The sound of his office door opening had been a welcomed interruption. Cirrus wore his coat, warm wool fitted closely to his body, and was in the process of pulling on leather gloves. He hesitated on his path out the door, clearly surprised to see you.
“I hadn’t realised you were still here,” he had said, coming around to your desk.
“Oh, I’ll be heading home soon, sir. Just finished summarising the documents I received this afternoon so you can look them over tomorrow before your morning meetings.”
“Such a devoted employee.”
His smooth, rich voice sent shivers down your spine. You laughed it off.
“It’s no trouble to me, sir, I like to be kept busy.”
“You’re not keeping anyone waiting at home…?” Sharp eyes had betrayed his interest in your response.
“I’ve just moved to the city, so no - living on my own for now. I can stay as late as I need to. Haven’t really had the time to try and meet anyone.”
“That’s a shame. We’ll just need to make the work here worth your while then, hmm?”
You nodded at him, and he had left, sliding the gloves the rest of the way on his hands.
His questions made you wonder if he cared about your dating life. That was the first personal question he’d asked of you. You’d certainly wondered about his - but no wedding band was seen on his hand, and no family pictures in his office. You kept your ears and eyes open for information after that night. You would ask a coworker but given the speed of the office rumour mill, you were sure he’d learn about your prying questions. After days pass without clues, you doubt it. After all, he spends the most time with you out of anyone. With the long hours he keeps, he’d struggle to find the time to meet a partner, just as you have. You can practically imagine his response. I’m married to my work, he’d say. That is, if he wasn’t offended by your impudence.
As the month goes on, you shadow Cirrus more and more during his daily tasks. He started by requesting that you take the minutes for his meetings with clients. It's simple enough and you enjoy getting a better idea of the actual objectives of the company. Plus, during quiet moments, when he or the client refer to documents about their work together, you get the chance to really look at him. The slender line of his neck. The way his muscled back can be seen beneath the expensive fabric of his shirt, shifting as he leans over the table to read. The soft pink of his lips, through which you can see pointed canines flash as he speaks. You see why everyone at Crescent Consulting has such a reverence for him. It’s electrifying to be swept up in the energy and admiration that surrounds him. He's impeccably focused on his tasks and clients are thrilled with the work he does for them. Good thing that you’re kept busy. Spending so much time near him is becoming increasingly distracting.
You're just coming out of one of these meetings, a little breathless. The client had spoken exceptionally quickly, stuttering and prone to long tangents that left your head spinning. You’d done your best to take notes, but you’d definitely have to edit them later on in the afternoon. At times you'd just slumped over the table, desperately listening and typing as best you could as the conversation ricocheted between the two of them.
“My office, please,” Cirrus requests, as controlled and peaceful as ever. Immediately, your pulse jumps, anxiety spreading through your body. Cirrus hardly ever asks to speak with you privately - he’d email you, or casually drop by your desk to discuss business. Even confidential matters about his work were discussed between the two of you during your meeting together every morning, not off the cuff.
You step inside after him, pulling the door shut. His office is a place you’ve grown familiar with, though never comfortable in. It was always too quiet. The decor is utilitarian and minimal. One side is entirely windows, partially covered with blinds. A coat rack near his door has a few discarded wire hangers from dry cleaning. There are etched glass awards on his mostly barren bookshelves. A whiteboard is fixed to the wall with a scribbled timeline on it. Cirrus’s desk in the middle of the room, empty except for a few folders and a chair across from it. You choose to hover awkwardly in the doorway. It feels safer, like you could escape if you needed to.
He takes a seat behind his desk, the expansive piece of dark wood now separating the two of you.
Cirrus regards you coolly as you start to pick at your fingers.
“I've been quite happy with your work up to this point, don't be mistaken. However, as my assistant, your conduct and decorum reflect directly upon me.” He steeples his fingers in front of him. “Clients notice if you have poor posture. Clients notice if you wander ahead of me in the hallway or speak out of turn. Clients notice-” his gaze falls to your fingers, picking nervously at the edge of a nail, “-when you fidget”. Your hands still immediately.
You knew that he was aware of you. But you hadn't realised that he paid such close attention to the behaviours you displayed. Had you really acted so unreasonably? Had maybe a client confided in him, or expressed their displeasure with you? Your heart beats wildly in your chest.
“I'm sorry sir, I haven't been on my best behaviour as of late. I'll work on improving my posture and habits in the office. I hope it hasn't negatively impacted your work…”
A smile streaks across his face. Sharp, furtive, misplaced, and gone as you peer at him nervously.
“Please see to it that you do,” he replies. There's a lightness to him, an excitement that pulls at the edges of his expression. Something dangerous. “That’ll be all.”
Your hands, sweaty with nerves, pull open his door and you exit quickly. It's the first time you've really been reprimanded by him. How could you have let yourself grow complacent? Still, it seemed unfair. You drop down at your desk and pout a little, staring unseeingly at the backdrop of dolphins on your computer monitor. You already do so much for him and follow all his silly little rules, and now he’s getting on your case about fidgeting? What is this, finishing school? Your thoughts swirl as the day goes by. It was embarrassing to be called out on your behaviour. But moreover, it was embarrassing that you had become increasingly reliant on him and his praise. You hadn't fully realised it up until he withdrew it this afternoon. You'd become dependent on him too quickly. He’s just your boss. Nothing more beyond that. And why did his expressions in that conversation seem so… odd? It was unsettling.
After that conversation between the two of you, Cirrus’s expectations skyrocket. Every day there are new rules. New subcategories that emails need to be sorted into, preferences on the alert sound for his calendar notifications, the type of lightbulb for his desk lamp, the way you structure your notes for him. It feels endless. And at times, when he gives you feedback - always in that same controlled and polite tone - you catch a glimpse of that same fleeting expression you had seen earlier. You're diligent, dutifully noting down each preference as they come. You walk two paces behind him in the halls. You mind your tone, your facial expressions. You sit at meetings rigidly, still and quiet unless addressed. Your frustrations at his restrictions, once something small and easily cast aside, grows by the day. The amount of care that you direct towards your work is immense. Cirrus is polite to you. Often kind. But the structure from the rules that once felt supportive now feels like a tangled net, restricting your every move. You feel taken for granted. The majority of his requirements are silly preferences that you're sure have no influence on his (or the company’s) success.
When he interacts with others in the office, however, things seem easy between them. They fawn adoringly at whatever he says, and he replies to them - always calm and kind. You find yourself a little disgusted with their eagerness. And it's quite simple for them, isn't it? They do their basic job responsibilities and he praises them, values them. That same response from him requires such an extreme amount of effort from you. You scoff to yourself. They might not admire him as much if they ALSO had just gotten an email that read: “In the future, please only order Oleander Co.’s organic fair trade oat milk creamer in low fat. I prefer it over the brand you currently purchase.”
You are capable of the work he asks you to do. But your sense of justice rankles at it. It's not fair that he asks such an astronomically higher level of work from you. At times you wonder if he delights in messing with you. It seems inevitable that one day you’ll forget one of his many rules. You're not sure exactly what makes you decide to do it. The last sliver of your pride, perhaps.
You order a different type of soap for his bathroom. Your courage wavers a little when you go to order, so you decide on lilac as a replacement. Suitably similar to lavender if you need to defend yourself. It's silly how nerve-wracking it is. You've never directly gone against anything he’s asked you to do. And it’s just soap, after all. You doubt he’ll even notice.
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You place the soap in his bathroom that next Monday after it's been delivered. You look at it, where you’ve set the bottle neatly by the sink, evenly spaced from the wall. You spin the label to face away from you before you leave. Cirrus and you have your morning meeting, as usual. He’s just the same as ever and you find yourself both relieved and disappointed. You’d expected some kind of reaction from him… some reprimand maybe, or a reminder. Something to show you again that he sees you and your work. Something to break the pattern that you’re in with him. But the meeting ends quickly and everything remains as it did before.
You’re seated at your desk, about to head to lunch, when Cirrus stops by.
“A word, please. Now. Follow me.”
He’s very still. Nothing about his face was kind or gentle.. A coworker at the neighbouring desk glances up at you, startled, before they catch themselves and pretend to be engrossed in their salad.
You stand abruptly, silently, fingers fumbling with the notepad on your desk for a moment before you decide to leave it.
You follow him to his office. Two steps behind him, of course, posture, impeccable. Your hands, forbidden from fidgeting, are held stiffly at your sides.
He shuts the door firmly behind you. The click of the lock is grimly final. The bottle of soap is on his desk. You exhale, shakily.
Cirrus leans back against his desk, the bottle next to him. His arms are crossed. You’re not truly afraid until you see his expression. His eyes hold a wildness to them, intense and sharp. The mouth, normally in a polite smile, is stretched wider, sardonic. Your unease grows when you see there's even a light flush across his cheeks. His finger taps rhythmically where it rests along the edge of the desk. His entire appearance has an electricity to it that arcs off of him in waves.
“Explain this to me.”
Your fear is tempered by the frustration at your mistreatment. “My apologies, sir, I seem to have made a mistake. There’s a lot of work I’m doing currently, I must have simply selected the wrong one.” Your voice is deliberately polite but you’re unable to hide your irritation.
His wicked smile grows. “You’ve never ordered the wrong one before.”
“Yes, well, I know others make mistakes here, too. I don’t see any of them called into your office over something like this, I mean, it’s, it’s - I do my best, sir, I apologise if it’s just not enough for you.” Your cheeks are hot from the defiance burning within you.
The tapping of his finger ceases.
“I'm quite certain it wasn't a mistake. No. Not from you, my star employee. Always obedient. Always careful. Attuned to my preferences, my rules for you. When I restricted your decorum in meetings, I wondered if I had gone too far. If maybe - you’d recoil. Hmm.. instead, you grew more pliable, eager to please. Desperate for my praise. Willing to be moulded by me. You question me, why I ask more of you than the other staff here. Well, my star. It’s because you enjoy it. And,” he draws closer to you, less than an arm’s length away, “because I can.”
All the blood in your body seems to leave you and you sag, leaning against the wall. Suddenly, everything becomes clear to you. The constant increasing requests. The minute details he requires you to remember. His attention to your posture, your every mannerism. Each of them feed into his power over you. And the part that makes your heart pound and ears ring is that he's completely correct. You crave it.
He takes in your shocked expression with something akin to glee.
"So eager for me. And now, acting out. Silly little ploy to try and catch my interest. You've already had it. Had it from the moment I met you, when you leaned down and handed me that pen. I wanted to see if you would. If you'd bend for me, right from the start. Don't I give you enough of my attention? Or would you like something more concrete - a reminder you're mine?"
It feels almost impossible to speak but you try, urging your breath back into your struggling lungs.
"Please, sir, I - I…" A reminder that you're his. You are his. The way you speak, the way you walk, every hour of every day, all in service to him. Intoxicating to learn that he's orchestrated it this way. Cirrus has seen you to your very core and it is paralysing.
He raises his hand to your throat, fingers soft, and pins you against the wall. "Don't worry, my star. I'll give you what you desire. Even if words have failed you."
His touch is nothing more than gentle pressure at the base of your neck, but the sensation makes you release a choked gasp.
"Something to remind you, hmm? I'll give you a gift then. Pretty bruises that you can take home. "
Cirrus's hand is tighter around your neck now. Your pulse hammers against his grip. All you can do is nod, the edge of his thumb sharp against your jaw. He releases you, taking a step backwards. His cunning eyes scan the room.
"Place your hands here."
He gestures to the whiteboard and you stumble after him, legs trembling. You place your hands flat on the surface, just below shoulder height, glancing at him questioningly. He traces around your fingers with a marker, outlining each hand in red. It reminded you a little of grade school art projects, and the absurdity of the situation makes your face flush. What if this was all some kind of cruel joke, just to see how much you'd agree to?
His voice breathes low in your ear. "It's in your best interest if you don't smudge any of those lines. Do so and you'll leave with more than just bruises."
Immediately, the levity drains out of you. "I'll try my best, sir."
His hand smooths down the plane of your back. "You always do."
Behind you, you hear him walk over to the coat rack by the door. You twist, your hands fixed in place, and watch as he pulls on his fine black gloves. The leather shines softly in the light of his office.
"Please attempt to be quiet. You know how much the office ladies love to gossip."
You grit your teeth and turn, facing the board once again. Watching him was too much. You close your eyes and exhale a long, shuddering breath.
He brings his hand down swiftly, your clothes and the gloves muffling the sound where he strikes your behind. It's ferociously hard. The force of the impact rocks you forward on your toes and your eyes fly open, checking the lines around your fingers anxiously. A dull ache answers the sting that spreads through you. Your desire spreads too, burning. You'd known he was strong, assumed it from the way he fills out his impeccably tailored dress shirts, but the power behind the slap surprises you. Your breath hisses through your teeth.
A second strike comes, placed right where your butt meets your thigh. It's harder than the last. It forces a gasping yelp out of you, barely stifled through your gritted teeth. Your hands curl just the slightest bit on the board. Your breath comes faster now, panicked. Legs twist where they stand, shying away from him, unable to fully move with your hands pinned.
"Excellent. You're doing well."
He has said that to you so many times before. When you’ve finished your work early, when you've taken minutes for meetings, when you've reminded him of some small important detail. You'll never hear it the same again.
Cirrus waits to deliver the third strike and you try to anticipate it, flinching at every small sound he makes from behind you. He laughs at that, watching you closely.
"Patience."
When he hits you, it spreads across your skin, burning where it lands. You bow forwards, leaning away desperately. The sensation after the strike is just as bad - a second wave of pain that makes sweat prickle at your forehead and brings tears springing to your eyes.
"In my haste, I forgot myself," he muses, stilling behind you. "How can I see when I've fulfilled my promise?"
He slides your clothes off your waist, the air of his office cool on your skin. They bunch tightly around your thighs. You hunch forwards between your arms, humiliated. You're sure that your behind is just as flushed as your face. One gloved hand traces over the reddened skin, the leather like a soothing balm.
The next strike is more targeted, hitting right where your skin is the reddest. The sweat on your hands causes them to slip just the slightest bit on the board and you rock back towards him, trying to lift the weight off your unreliable arms. The outlines remain complete for now. You throb, each heartbeat bringing with it another crashing wave of pain.
"Fuck."
"You know better than to curse around me. Haven't I made my expectations for your etiquette clear?"
He smooths one hand over you, just below the small of your back. Your skin sings at his touch. You feel the weight of him follow, the hard plane of his body pressed up against you. His hands grip your hips. One slides up the front of your chest, pausing for a moment at your throat. It continues, gloved fingers finding their way into your mouth. The bitter taste of leather follows. His other hand grips your hip tightly. He presses down on your tongue, making you gag. Your saliva slicks the material. Cirrus's breath is hot against your ear.
"I'll help you behave yourself."
He withdraws his fingers from your mouth, smearing the wetness across your face. When he moves to the side, you catch the first glimpse of him since you placed your hands on the board. His flushed cheeks are the only sign of his exertion. Not a hair is out of place. You watch through teary eyes as he bites the tip of his gloved hand, pulling the leather from his skin. The glint of his sharp teeth shine from between pink lips. Glove off, he presses his fingers cruelly into your cheeks, prying your lips open once again. His removed glove is pressed between your teeth, silencing you. The material is thick, forces your jaw to spread.
He hits you again before you're really ready, ungloved hand anchored on your hip. The force of the blow shoves you forwards while Cirrus's nails dig into your hip bone, leaving deep grooves. A muffled sob breaks free. Your hand slides down the board, erasing the lines surrounding it. You stumble forward, gasping. His hand creeps under your bent waist, supporting your weight.
Cirrus lays into you without any reservations. He spanks you, hand crashing down again and again. You thrash, hands clutching desperately at his supporting arm where it lays steel-like against your stomach. Twisting, flailing, as he brings you back in line. Drool spills down out of your mouth from around the fingers of the glove. He kicks your legs apart when they clench together before beginning again. The blow blend together. You are ablaze. Writhing in his arms. Needy with desire and aching all over. Your eyes are a mess of tears and you gasp desperately around the glove, nose running. Both of you breathing hard, he takes a moment to examine you before pulling the glove out of your mouth.
"I think you'll be pleased, my star. Once you've come back to yourself. Proof of my ownership pressed into your skin. You won't be able to sit without remembering whom you belong to."
Every part of you throbs. Pain, pleasure, and obedience all searing through your veins in equal measure. You're limp, resting nearly your full weight against him.. You cry softly, stuffy and worn out.
"Come here," he tells you, as he hefts you towards the chair behind his desk. As if you'd have the strength to deny him. He sits and reclines the chair fully, laying back. He holds you against his chest. A moment for you to calm down. You press your damp face into the safety of his shirt while his arms rest softly around your shoulders.
"You shine in your obedience to me."
His voice is quiet against your hair. You lay there, boneless, listening to the gentle thump of his heart. Feeling the solid ridge of the button of his vest imprint itself on your cheek. Gradually, you come back to yourself. Breathing in his scent as he continues to hold you. You test your limbs, achingly shifting them. Wipe your eyes softly against the back of your hand. A sharp cry springs from your mouth as your raw skin scrapes against the material of his pants. If the way you feel is any indication, you’re probably covered in speckled bruises, soon to shift into blooms of blue and purple. You flinch as you feel a scarlet bead of blood inch down your inner thigh. He shushes you, hand coming up to card through your hair.
“Does this mean things have changed between us?” Your plaintive question hangs in the air.
Cirrus’s hand stills. “It doesn’t have to. Continue to serve me. I won't mark you where others will see.”
You nod at that, accepting it without complaint. He was to remain your boss. At least for now, you find yourself thinking. You long for something more. And you suspect he might feel the same, though he’s reluctant to admit it. His rules, so many designed to constrain and rankle. The attention he pays to you. His satisfaction from putting you in your place. Those fleeting moments of tenderness. Nothing about it was casual. Perhaps, with time - and enough tactical disobedience - his commitment to professionalism will crumble. It’s a challenge. Rules and regulations then. A path to something more.
