Wriothesley hates you. At least, you think he does. If he doesn’t, he’s doing a great job at faking it.
To be fair, it is your fault. You have a huge crush on him, and instead of, oh, I don’t know, talking to him, you decide to just tease him a little.
Besides, your days are spent running paperwork all around the Fortress since you scored a job there as an assistant to well, everyone, six months ago when you desperately needed a job after your last place burned down accidentally during an attack. You don't really have time to find out if someone's interested in you. You could talk to the other inmates, but then Wriothesley would knoe. Oh well.
You grab your next stack of paperwork and see where it needs to go. Ugh. The front desk. Monglane is wonderful, but she’s really chatty and will gossip if you let her.
“Hey, Monglane, here’s those papers you needed!”
“Oh, thank you, Y/N! Hey, have you heard?” Monglane beams as she cheerfully takes the papers from you, “Wriothesley is out of office today. Something about helping the traveler! Oh, I wonder what it could be? Could it be official or…”
You nod and just zone out as Monglane speaks. If you let her speak on her own, she gets it out of her system faster.
“Who knows! Anyways, have a good shift Y/N! See you around!”
You smile and wave as you walk away, trying not to roll your eyes.
Out of office she says? Perfect.
You love messing with Wriothesley. It’s almost a game at this point. I mean, what else would you do to a guy who acts like you’re garbage? He seems to almost think you’re an idiot. There was a thought of leaving him notes like a secret admirer at one point, but it felt too cheesy, and you knew he’d catch on pretty quick since you’re one of the few people who goes into his office anyway.
Besides, he messes with you too. Wastes your time, sends you on wild goose chases, the only stuff he really can do to mess with you in the Fortress. He says the only reason you still work at the fortress is because he pities you.
You head to Wriothesleys’ office and slip in, move his papers around, and slip back out successfully without anyone noticing.
You head to the cafeteria and grab your food. You’re just about to dig in when you hear it; Wriothesley huffing and puffing through the halls. He glares at you as he walks by. You smirk. He knows it was you who moved his stuff, but he can’t prove it since the office doesn’t have cameras. It’s really attractive how mad he gets.
The rest of the week is just retaliation and escalation back and forth between the two of you. You mess with him, he somehow gets you more busywork. You flip him off discreetly in a corridor, he somehow gets you locked in a room for an hour. If only he had locked himself in there too.
Wriothesley hates you. How arrogant you are, how you act like you always know what you're doing.He especially hates the pranks you play, when you shuffle his papers around, it drives him mad. It was funny at first but now he's ready to fire you.
He doesn't even remember why he started hating you in the first place. He even thought you were cute at one point. Now he just kind of wants to smack you. Is he attracted to you? Maybe, but that doesn't outweigh the disdain he feels for you.
He took pity on you when your house burned down and let you stay at the fortress and work there. He's almost starting to regret it. Almost.
Wriothesley heads back to his office to grab some paperwork.When he gets there, he notices it's all shuffled around.
Damn it, Y/N. Do you have to be such a nuisance? You’re insufferable.
He puts his papers back and storms out of his office. He passes you in the cafeteria.
Archons, you look so stupid. That dumb grin on your face. I know you did this. If I could fire you I would.
Wriothesley huffs the whole time as he heads to drop off his papers to Sigewinne in the medical ward. He stops when hears some of them having an interesting conversation.
“....well yeah, Y/N is kinda cute, but he’s such a brat.”
“I could set him straight. Just fuck the attitude outta him.”
“Wouldn’t work. He seems to only be interested in Wriothesley.”
Wriothesley rolls his eyes as he walks out of earshot of the two of them. He thinks it’s not surprising that they talk about sex in the halls. It is a little surprising that they talk about you though. He hadn’t really thought about you in that way, not really. Sure, he had thought that you were cute at first, but once you started messing with him, the attraction all but faded.
Wriothesley has kinda known that you’re into him. He just doesn’t really care, especially since you keep messing with his stuff.
Eh, maybe the inmates are right. Maybe you do just need the attitude fucked out of you. Hell, that’s probably what you want, isn't it, Y/N?
Hopefully the inmates were right, especially since Wriothesley has been pent up too.
It all comes to a head when he catches you in his office one day.
“Ahem.” Wriothesley clears his throat as he catches you rearranging his office. “Y/N, what're you doing?”
You blink and slowly turn around, having been trying to turn Wriothesley's whole office around. “Would you believe me if I said nothing?” You let out a nervous laugh.
Wriothesley just sighs and crosses his arms. “I thought you’d learned to be sneaky by now.”
You grin and go to leave. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye!”
“Hold it.” Wriothesley says, stepping to block your path, placing a hand on your chest to stop you.
You were really hoping he would just let you go, even if it is super hot when he tells you off.
“Come on, Wrio, just let me go.” You crack a smile, hoping his nickname will get you off the hook.
It doesn’t.
Wriothesley leans into you, his hand still on your chest. You stop breathing.
“Is there something you want from me, Y/N?”
“Uh..” You can barely manage words, mesmerized by how close he is to you, his grey eyes piercing you like a knife.
“See, I’ve been hearing about this little crush you have on me.”
Uh oh.
“And honestly, if you wanted my attention, you could’ve just asked. Is that what you want? My attention?”
“You have to admit,” You smirk, “some of my pranks are kinda funny.”
Wriothesley looks like he’s about to smack you.
“Do I need to fuck the attitude out of you?”
You blush. You hadn’t expected that Wriothesley would ever want you, let alone be so forward about his want for you.
“I don’t think that’s possible, but you’re welcome to try.” You try to sound confident, but it comes out very flustered.
“You sound so needy. You’ve been wanting this for a while, haven’t you?”
His hand starts to travel down your pants, making you lose focus and forget how to talk.
“Come on, Y/N, answer me.”
“Uh, I-I guess, yeah.”
Wriothesley smirks a little. “Where’s all that confidence gone?”
You try to respond with something witty, but nothing comes out.
He just laughs and pushes you gently onto his desk, completely ignoring all the papers that go flying. His hand gently snakes down and starts pawing at your cock through the outside of your pants. You’re somehow already rock hard.
Wriothesley notices immediately. “If you wanted me so badly, you shoulda just asked. Didn’t have to spend all those nights alone with just your fist.” He says softly, leaning in to say it directly into your ear.
You start to respond, but Wriothesley stops you, clearly done with your bullshit.
“Just stop talking.” He says as he unbuttons your pants with his right hand, “Or I could just cover your mouth. Feels like that’d be easier wouldn’t it?”
You don't speak, just glare at him. He smiles and pulls your cock out of your pants and lets it hang out in the open.
You let out a soft moan as he taps your cock, and this time he does cover your mouth with his left hand. You look at him confused since you technically didn’t say anything.
“I know, you didn’t say anything.” Wriothesley says into your ear, “I just don't want people to hear.”
No, you want me to be quiet. No one can even hear us up here. You think to yourself.
You watch as Wriothesley’s right hand starts fondling your balls gently. You moan into his hand as he toys with you, grabbing his arm with both hands to steady yourself a little. Through the outline of his pants, it’s very clear that he himself is getting hard.
“Mmmph.” You moan into his hand as he suddenly gives a small smack to your balls.
“Quit staring at me. Pay attention to what I’m doing to you, got it?”
You nod and look down at where his hand is, your breath heavy.
“Good boy.” He says as he goes back to toying with your balls.
He plays with your balls in silence for an almost unbearable amount of time before finally turning his attention to your cock. By now, you’re so hard it borderline hurts.
When he puts his hand on your cock, it's heavenly. Stroking you, up and down, and even whispering into your ear.
“Such a needy boy, aren’t you?” “I should’ve done this sooner, you look so good.” “You’re being so good for once.”
You whimper and moan into his hand. Just as you’re about to cum, Wriothesley stops touching you. He takes his right hand off your cock and puts it on your leg.
You move his hand off your face. “Please.” You whine.
“Did you really think I’d let you off that easily?” Wriothesley says as he takes his left hand and puts it under your chin. “Seriously. You’ve been pissing me off, so now you're gonna wait. You’ll be fine.”
You go to protest but Wriothesley stops you with a kiss. It’s soft. He knows that if it were rough you’d be finished right then and there.
He kisses you gently through your whines and pleas, forcing you to calm down. When your breathing is much more shallow and controlled, he starts slowly stroking you with his right hand again. Keeping your face close to him using his left.
His kisses become rougher and the strokes are faster this time.
It’s almost too much. You start to beg and plead as your breathing becomes heavier again. Wriothesley doesn't care and keeps going until you’re at the edge again. This time he lets go of you entirely and stands there just staring at you as he palms himself through his own pants.
He watches you as you gasp and try to catch your breath. His eyes scan over every inch of you.
You can’t take it anymore. You take your own hand and try to touch yourself but Wriothesley smacks it out of the way.
“Come over here.” He says as he goes behind you and sits on his chair, pushing it so it’s no longer facing his desk.
You walk over and stand in front of him. Just by looking at him, it’s clear that this is some sort of game
“Take your pants off and get on your knees.”
You sigh and drop your pants. You should’ve guessed that if this happened, he was going to want to mess with you a little.
You drop to your knees in front of him. You decide to not risk messing with him and just start undoing his pants.
“I’m surprised you don’t have something to say. Giving up that easy?”
You roll your eyes as you pull out his cock and gently start stroking it. It’s pretty long, and has a little bit of girth. Just enough that you know it’ll stretch you out a little if it ends up in you.
“No, use your mouth.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
Wriothesley glares at you. “Then I’m not gonna let you finish.”
You sigh. You know he’s entirely serious so you take his cock in your mouth, gently sucking on it. Wriothesley sits and watches you for a second before playing with your hair. You can tell he’s enjoying it, despite how much of an asshole he thinks you are.
He groans when you start teasing him. Planting little kisses on him, only sucking the tip, anything you can think of to mess with him.
It works pretty well. Soon, Wriothesley is grabbing you by the back of your head and shoving you down on him. He doesn't push down all the way. Instead he just starts thrusting into your face over and over, until he eventually cums down the back of your throat.
You swallow his cum down, gasping for air. Wriothesley gives you a good fifteen seconds to recover before pulling you up off the ground. The second you’ve adjusted yourself around him, he picks you up and sits you down on the desk, clearly not caring about the papers.
“Agh!” You groan. "You coulda given me some warning.”
Wriothesley grins and puts his hand on your mouth again. “Seriously. Stop talking. Now put your hands behind your back.”
You roll your eyes. He could’ve easily just told you to stop talking but I guess this works too. You put your hands behind your back, thinking it’s just gonna be another fun game, but Wriothesley lays you down flat on your back.
Crap. I shouldn’t have done that, now he’s never gonna let me-
“Mmmph!” You gasp as Wriothesley lines up and enters you without warning, interrupting your thoughts. He enters you slowly, gasping as he goes.
“Fuck. You feel so good. Shoulda done this sooner.” He breathes as he bottoms out inside you.
You groan as he bottoms out, the stretch remarkable. You stare at him, waiting for him to move.
He does, but it’s agonizingly slow. You would tell him to move faster, but, you know.
Wriothesley moves at the slow pace for what feels like forever. He talks to you the whole time, telling you how he should’ve done this sooner, how annoying you are, but mostly just how good you feel.
It feels so good. You reach down to touch yourself, desperate for release.
“Fine.” Wriothesley groans. “You can cum.”
He speeds up his pace as you touch yourself. Desperate for release now, you go faster.
“Come on. That’s it.” Wriothesley leans in. “There you go, finish yourself off.”
You moan harder into his hand and brace yourself against the table.
Wriothesley makes it easy for you to finish by whispering in your ear the whole time, egging you on. He stops thrusting into you. He doesn't even have to anymore.
You come all over your chest, almost seeing stars from the force of your release.
“Now that you’ve had the attitude fucked out of you, are you gonna be good?”
“No.” You breathe heavily trying to catch your breath, “But you can keep trying, maybe it’ll work one day.”
What if you and your best friend professed your love for each other? After he'd turned into a monster?
tags: damianas, smut, nsfw, p in v, best friends to lovers, almost monster fucking
word count: 2.7k
You’d known your best friend your whole life. You’d grown up as neighbors, inseparable even after graduating high school. You even went to colleges a little under an hour away from each other!
You’d always secretly found your best friend attractive, but you’d never said anything out of fear of ruining the relationship. His dark hair, dark eyes, ugh. The way he laughed, the way he made you laugh.
So, since you never told him your feelings, you got to watch as he flirted with men and women around you!
It was a terrible time. Since you’re his best friend, he trusts you with all the juicy details; who they are, where they went together, whether or not they had sex.
Oh how you wished it was you having sex with him. You had seen him naked on accident plenty of times, both your faces turning red each time, but you’d never slept together. It sucked. You had to resort to sneaky glances, staring at his dick outlined in gray sweatpants. Or going back to old instagram photos. He’d post a lot of shirtless selfies on instagram so the options were pretty extensive. So many nights ended with your hands between your legs and your lips moaning his name. If he ever found out, you thought you’d die of embarrassment.
For years this continued. Everything was perfectly normal.
Until the curse hit.
That’s right! You were unlucky enough to be born in a world where curses and monsters exist. Don’t worry, they’re a normal part of society by now, so your best friend will still be treated the exact same. He’ll just look a little different.
When you see him for the first time post-transformation, you’re surprised at how he’s somehow gotten even hotter. Now he has two cute horns atop his head and a tail. The horns are small and black, with a little curl to them. Those didn’t pique your interest though. No. Your main focus is the tail. Swinging from behind him, it could easily wrap around his own waist twice. The end is a triangular shape, but not super pointy.
“Oh my god, Chris, you look so different! The horns suit you!”
Chris’ eyes light up. “Haha yeah, but I prefer the tail.” It trails against your leg. “I mean, look at it. It’s helped me pull so many people at the bar. You would not believe the amount of people who are into tails.” He smirks.
You roll your eyes. “Really. You get a curse and instead of, oh I dunno, finding a job with it, you use it to fuck people? Seriously?”
Chris just laughs.
Life goes on for a while after that. You hang out with Chris, see more photos of him shirtless, hear about his sex-capades, and grow increasingly more frustrated about the whole situation. You tried sleeping with and dating other people but it didn’t seem to help. At one point you even dated someone with a tail to see what they were on about, but they weren’t great in bed. They could never use it in a good way to get you off. It was basically a glorified dildo after a while.
Eventually you realize you can’t keep it to yourself anymore. You have to tell Chris your feelings for him. It takes a while to find the right time, of course. However, when he invites you for the monthly movie night, you know you have no real excuse not to tell him.
You arrive at Chris’ house. He’s clearly lit a candle somewhere because it smells like vanilla. He knows you love the scent. Gosh he’s so considerate. Ugh.
You walk into his house with a huge knot in your stomach. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice.
“Hey, you! Come on in!” He smiles. “I have a brand new collection of crappy monster movies for you!”
If he rejects you, you’re gonna miss that smile.
“I’m so ready!” You try to smile back but it’s poor. Chris visibly notices but doesn’t say anything.
You walk over to the couch and sit down. Chris sits next to you and pulls up a bowl of popcorn off the table and starts the movie. You don't really pay attention to the movie. All you can think about is confessing your feelings to Chris.
What if it ruins everything? What if he ends the friendship? Or worse, what if he thinks you're just saying it because he’s part monster now with the curse? What if-
“Hey.” Chris’ voice snaps you out of it. “What’s going on? Normally you’d be shitting all over this movie. You okay?”
You take a deep breath. “Listen, can we talk about something?”
Chris puts his bowl down and stares at you. “Sure, what’s up? Are you okay?”
You swallow, thinking your words over carefully. How do you even explain this to him? Potentially pour twenty-five years worth of friendship down the drain?
“Hey, you know you can tell me anything.” Chris smiles at you, clearly starting to get a little nervous.
You smile awkwardly. “Hey, don’t worry, it’s nothing bad, um, I mean it could be if you don’t like the news, but that’s-”
“Y/N.”
“I’m in love with you.”
Chris pauses. “What?”
You blink, waiting to see his reaction. Hopefully it’s not angry, or disgusted, or- is he laughing?
You look at his face and sure enough, he’s laughing. Oh gods. Why is he laughing? Is it that bad?
“Uh. Why are you laughing? Is it that awful…?”
Chris stuns you by laughing even harder.
You start panicking a little. You can’t tell if he’s laughing in disgust or not, but he’s laughing too hard to tell you, so you just wait in fear.
It only takes ten seconds for Chris to calm down, but it’s the worst ten seconds of your life. When he finally does speak, his words surprise you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, it just surprised me, cause, well-” He giggles again, “I feel the exact same.”
You take a deep breath and just stare at him in disbelief for a second. He stares right back, stifling giggles the whole time.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, Y/N, I am dead serious.”
“Then quit laughing!”
“I'm sorry, it's just really funny! I’ve just been wondering if you felt the same for years, and assumed I had missed any shot I had with you.”
You glare at him. Chris just laughs and pulls you onto his laugh so that you’re face to face.
“You’re really cute when you’re mad.” His voice drops to a whisper, now dead serious. You blush feeling his hands wrap around you. Gently pulling you closer. “I’m sorry for laughing.”
You look anywhere but his face. At his horns, behind him, literally anywhere so your nerves don’t get the best of you.
Chris makes you look at him by putting his thumb under your chin and pulling you towards him. He just stares into your eyes, letting you decide what to do.
So, you kiss him. He wraps his arm back around you and pulls you in as tight as he can, kissing you back. You run your fingers through his hair and over his horns. Chris lets out a little moan when you touch his horns.
“Are they sensitive?”
Chris blushes and nods. “Keep touching ‘em though, I don’t mind.”
He leans in and kisses your neck while you touch his horns. They’re smooth. You stroke them, play with them a little. You can feel Chris’ bulge growing beneath your legs. Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to sleep with your best friend who you’ve wanted for years? It almost feels like a dream.
The more you play with the horns, the more fervent Chris grows. His breath gets louder and more labored every second. Finally, he stops you by pinning your hands behind your back.
“Give me a second.” He groans into your neck. Chris uses one hand to hold both of yours behind your back while the other trails up your shirt. He unclasps your bra and starts gently teasing your nipples, all the while gently nipping and kissing your neck.
You feel yourself getting wetter. You struggle a little bit trying to get him to let you go.
“Chris, please-”
“You’re fine.” He whispers directly into your ear.
You’re stunned. Chris has never been so commanding with you. Usually he just lets you get away with whatever joke or prank you’re trying to pull on him. This commanding side of him…
…It's really hot.
Suddenly you feel something brush against your leg. It’s his tail. You know exactly where this is heading. It snakes up your leg and starts rubbing against you on the outside of your shorts.
Chris is still palming at your nipples but he stops kissing your neck to look you in the eyes.He just watches you. Watches as your face grows redder from his touch, as moans start to spill from your lips at the stimulation.
He moves his tail out of the way and reaches a finger underneath your shorts. You hiss at the contact.
“I can’t believe you’re already this wet for me, Y/N.” Chris smirks as he trails a finger gently up and down your pussy. “How long have you been wanting this?”
You roll your eyes, not in the mood for games. “Seriously? Can’t you tease me some other time?”
Chris just laughs. “Been a while, yeah?”
“Shut up.”
He laughs again and pulls his finger out, which is honestly worse. You feel his tail back on your thigh, up your shorts, and finally inside you. You gasp. The triangle shaped tip hit all the right spots going in. You’re hoping he goes in more but he doesn’t. He doesn’t even move it.
Instead of letting you get used to the feeling of his tail inside you, he takes his free hand and starts rubbing slow gentle circles on your clit.
Chris does this until you’re borderline begging for more, and barely anything is even happening to you. When you’re finally a mess, Chris removes his tail and stops touching you. Then he frees your hands from behind you and lifts them above your head. Before you can react, he roughly takes your bra and shirt off.
“You could’ve asked me nicely.”
“Yeah but this is more fun.”
Chris takes off his own shirt and you can’t help but stare. He looks so good. He also takes this opportunity to shove his tail back in your pussy without warning. You gasp and brace yourself on his arm.
“Oh god, Chris, please.”
“You’re so needy.” Chris says before taking one of your nipples in his mouth and gently sucking on it while palming the other with his hand.
You move one arm from his arm to the couch, and to be mean, wrap your free hand around his neck and reach back around and gently stroke one of his horns.
Chris flinches at the touch. “Fine.” He says into your chest, clearly annoyed, “Be a brat. See what happens.”
You laugh. Chris isn’t really mean or anything, so you’re fine.
Or so you thought.
His tail starts moving until it essentially bottoms you out. Then it withdraws completely and plunges right back in. You grip the couch harder, using both hands this time. You can practically feel Chris smirking against your skin.
“Chris,” You whimper as he bottoms out again, “It’s great, but, I-I need you.”
Chris doesn’t stop. He doesn’t seem to care how much you whine or plead, he just keeps going. He keeps going until you’re a mess and his thighs are getting wet from how much you’re dripping onto him.
At some point he stopped touching you and is just watching. Looking at how red your face gets as he thrusts his tail in and out. For as thin as it is, it somehow manages to hit all the right spots.
This is all you’ve wanted for years, and boy is it worth the wait.
Chris runs his fingers over your skin, feeling every little inch he can reach as his tail makes you come undone. His fingers trace your spine, behind your neck, before finally they grip under your chin and force you to make eye contact. He can tell you’re close and he wants to see it on your face.
“Come on, cum for me.” Chris says as you have an orgasm. “That’s it, good girl.” He helps you through it, using his tail until he can feel that it’s over.
Jesus, he’s good. You’re shaking from how powerful the release was, and he can tell.
He pulls his tail out with a small pop sound. It’s wet and covered in your cum. He just smirks and shakes his head. “Jeez, Y/N I would’ve done this years ago if I knew you’d become this much of a mess for me.
Chris doesn’t let you collect yourself for long before he unbuttons his pants and pulls out his cock. “Are you ready for round two?” He smirks as he pulls your shorts to the side again. You nod, barely able to talk, but Chris understands. He can tell just how needy you are for it. How it’s been so long since you’ve had any good sex.
You look down to see what he’s working with. Sure, you’ve seen it a few times by accident but it’s never been hard.
It’s long. Definitely thick, not excessively, but still. Just thick enough you’re glad his tail loosened you up and that your shorts are loose.
Chris doesn’t really hesitate before moving you forward and slowly pushing into you. The stretch isn’t bad, and it feels amazing. You both let out whimpers, yours being louder since you’re still sensitive.
“Fuck, you feel amazing.” He groans as he bottoms out, “I could get used to this.”
So could you. He’s filling you up so much you’re surprised he isn't hitting your cervix.
“Do me a favor, Y/N. Be a good girl and just take it okay?”
You don’t even get time to respond before Chris is rutting into you so hard you almost fall over. You thought your first time with him would be gentle and sweet, but he’s fucking into you like he’s never had sex in his life. It’s fast and hard. You thought he’d wanna savor it, but no, there’s time for that later. Right now he needs you. Well, needs to cum in you that is.
“Wait- hold on- ah- what if I end up-”
‘Pregnant?’ Chris breathes, not slowing down at all, “You’re on birth control, the implant, I remember. But if you somehow get pregnant- fuck, you feel so good, hnng- I will raise the kid with you. With the way your pussy feels, fuck, that’s a risk I’m willing to take. Now, I love you, but, shut up, please.” He groans and wraps his arms around you, buries his head in your neck, and keeps going.
You don’t object. You know that if he got you pregnant he’d help you out. Besides, the risk is kinda hot. You’re just glad he vocalized it out loud that he’d help. Ugh. He’s gonna be so good to you.
Chris comes undone himself pretty soon; heavy breathing, his tail twitching and flicking around, and his moans becoming louder and louder. As he gets closer, he takes his tail and rubs its triangular tip over your clit. Now it’s your turn to become undone again.
His thrusts are becoming more and more ragged with no real rhythm, and you’re close to exploding too. With one final thrust, you cum at the same time. Chris twitches as he cums, filling you up inside. You gasp at the feeling. It’s warm and hot and most importantly, it’s his.
Chris looks up at you as he finishes and plants a small kiss on your cheek. “See Y/N? Nothing to be worried about. We’re gonna be fine.”
Breathing still heavy, heart still reeling from everything, you collapse into Chris’ arms as he embraces you, pleased with how it all turned out.
Imagine working on emails in your private office while cockwarming your sub. He whimpers and whines at you, upset that you won't let him move or touch you.
But hey, he earned it, mouthing off to you.
You love how he looks like this, barely able to contain himself and having to restrain his own hands behind his back so he doesn't touch you.
You move around occasionally, smiling as he whimpers your name, pet name, any name he calls you. His deep breaths are like music to your ears.
You almost feel bad for doing this to him.
He hates not being able to touch you. He always has his hands on you in some way, and you can tell it's almost physically painful for him.
The second you stand up a little and tell him he can get it over with, he is wrapping his arms around you and thrusting like he's losing his mind.
He makes a few whimpers into your neck and grabs onto you like his life depends on it, grabbing gently at your chest and holding onto you ferally before cumming almost immediately, letting out a defeated moan as he cums inside you.
tags: NSFW, p-in-v, oral, female receiving, degradation, dude i made hawks a little whiny
It’s been a few months since that first night with Hawks. You've started dating since then, and things have been going extremely well between the two of you.
You’ve partnered up a lot on patrols and helped each other out on missions, but mostly you’ve just been learning more about each other and just figuring each other out.
Hawks is extremely romantic with you. Sending you flowers all the time, complimenting you, and taking you on spontaneous dates throughout the week to places he knows you’ll like.
The romance is incredibly wonderful, however, so is the sex.
As you learned on the first night, Hawks is incredibly kinky, sure, but now that you’re dating and he trusts you a lot more, he’s become more bold and outspoken about it.
He especially likes doing things in public.
Which is unfortunate for today since you’re out shopping at a mall.
Hawks is dragging you around different shopping stores, getting you to try on clothes. You assumed it was because he likes to buy you clothes to see you in them on your next date.
You assumed wrong.
“You look so pretty.” Hawks says as you walk out of the dressing room in a short dress he picked out. “I have good taste.”
You blush and do a little twirl for him. He grins and says he likes it, so you go back into the dressing room to put on another dress. He follows you in and closes the door before sitting on the bench that’s in the room. You can see through the outline of his pants that he’s hard. Of course. You can rarely get a day out with him.
You sigh. “Baby, can’t you wait until we get home?”
He shakes his head. “No. I need you now, please, Mommy.” He stares at you, a neediness in his eyes that never gets old. “I know we’re in public, but I can’t get enough of you.”
You sigh as you take the dress off and put it back on the hanger and then the hook. Keigo just about loses his mind as you’re just in a bra and panties.
“Come here.” You demand. “On your knees.”
Hawks obliges, sitting on his knees at your feet. You run your fingers through his hair. “You seriously can’t wait until we get home? It can’t be that bad.”
Hawks immediately starts whining, blubbering how he can’t stand waiting and just needs you, planting kisses on your thighs, practically pulling your underwear off you.
You put a stop to the whining by yanking on his hair. “Baby, get a hold of yourself, someone could hear us.”
Normally you try to be gentle with him, but sometimes he needs a little bit of tough love.
You give him a minute to compose himself.
“Have you calmed down?”
He nods. You walk back over to the bench, walking him over by the collar on his jacket.
Hawks immediately and enthusiastically starts kissing your neck the second you sit down, clearly enjoying himself.
You gently push him off you. “If you’re seriously that needy to get off, then go ahead. Pull your cock out and get off.”
“Can’t you help?” He whines.
“Nope. You wanted this. You can help yourself.”
Hawks groans before begrudgingly pulling his cock out. He looks up at you from the floor, hoping you’ll offer to help, but you don’t. You stare him down and wait.
He sighs before finally stroking himself.
“See,” You say, “It wasn’t so hard to just get yourself off was it?”
Keigo lets out a whine. You know he won’t last long in public, but that’s fine. He knows not to make a mess out in public.
“Better hurry up, people could knock on the door at any moment.”
You grab Keigo by the chin and force him to look at the door. “Someone could easily walk right in if they have the keys.” You squeeze his face and he moans.”But you’d probably like that wouldn’t you? Yeah, you want that don’t you?”
“Yesh.” Hawks manages to say as you squish his face. His hand hasn’t left his cock the whole time. You can tell he’s already close.
“Seriously? You’re close already? That’s kind of pathetic baby, it hasn’t even been that long.”
“Shorry.” He says. You let go of his face to hear him better. “It’s not my fault that I’m this horny. You just look so good in all the dresses-”
“The ones you made me try on.”
“Yeah, hnng, ahh, but-”
Hawks is cut off by his orgasm. You also reach out and cover his face with your hand when you realize it’s happening.
“Huff, ah, shit.” Keigo mutters as he stares at the mess in his hand. “That was close.” He pulls a tissue out of his pocket with his free hand and cleans himself up.
“Did I do good, Mommy?”
You sigh. “I guess, but you can easily do better.” You pull off your panties and spread your legs.
Hawks immediately understands and crawls over, putting his face between your legs and immediately eating you out like he’s never tasted pussy before.
Keigo’s a sloppy eater. He knows what he’s doing, sure, but he always gets lost in some sort of daze and ends up making a mess of you.
You run your fingers through his hair and he moans. His hands grab at your body like he can’t get enough.
“Taste so good, haah, can’t get enough, need you, cum on my face, please mommy-”
You moan and squirm as he eats you out, nearing your own climax. As you cum, you grab him by his hair and hold him in place, your other hand covering your face so no one hears you.
You slump back on the bench and let go of Hawks hair. He stays exactly where he is while he waits for you to come down from the high.
You notice him staring at you like a lost puppy after a minute. “What now?” You roll your eyes knowing what he’s gonna say anyway.
“I’m hard again…”
He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for help. “I’ll be quick! Please, Mommy, let me cum inside you. Please.”
You let him whine and plead with you for a minute, pretending to think about it. If you gave in to Hawks right away, you’d never get to see him blubber on the floor while he tries not to touch himself.
“Thats enough.” You pull him up off the ground and spread your legs. “Hurry up baby, I wanna check out and go home.”
He barely has time to say thank you before he enters you, rutting like a madman and moaning into your neck.
“You stretch me out so good.” You whisper directly into his ear, growing wetter with every thrust, “Ha, you seriously are a pervert though, getting off on doing me in public. Aren’t you just so pathetic and sad, needing to get off in a dressing room?”
Hawks shudders at your words. “No, I’m a good boy.”
“Good boys don’t usually try to get off in dressing rooms where other people can hear them if they listen hard enough.”
Keigo whines directly in your ear, an amazing sound you could never grow tired of. Your words have him frantic. He never could last long in public, something about the potential of being caught really turned him on. If you let him, he could probably come four times in the dressing room alone.
You whisper into Hawks ear till he finally cums, and you along with him. Telling him how dirty he is really seems to get him going.
His cum feels warm inside you. You sigh. Now you have to clean it up.
Hawks is all over you though, kissing you like he’s starved and refusing to pull out in the wake of his high.
Once he calms down, you finally manage to get him off you and clean yourself up, while telling him how good he did. He blushes and helps you get dressed.
“Maybe we should shop here more often.” Hawks whispers in your ear as you close the door and leave.
okay the wonderful awesome @calcitedraws made me an oc! His name is Blake, he's 34, he's rich, I love him!
Look at him!!!!!!
anyway here's some spicy headcanons for him!
warnings:NSFW
-Favorite position: doggy. He loves being able to arch you so hard it's almost uncomfortable. Always has a hand around your chin
-LOVES to smack your ass. Will try this to get you in the mood. Does it work? Usually! (He will sometimes do it if he really likes the outfit you're in)
-LOVES dirty talk! Will be talking you through it every time. Absolutely is willing to help you out over the phone if you ask
-Bends you over his desk at his office. He has two offices (different branches) and will fuck you publicly at branch two where the doors are glass if you misbehave
-Prefers to praise you, but absolutely has fun punishing you if you need it.
-Enjoys a little bit of public sex. Mostly the car and his office but if you tease him enough, he will do you in a broom closet. Doesn't mind if people see at all, but will not do anything public if you hate that type of thing
-Into BDSM. Likes tying you up, using a paddle on you, and blindfolding you!
-Gets jealous easily and will fuck you later to remind you you're his
Okay that's all for now! thanks again Cal for making him! I'll write him scenes later don't you worry!
| Tags/warnings: Nsfw, smut, porn without plot, p in v, hawks is a FREAK.
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You and Hwaks/Keigo Takami have been flirting for months. What will happen if you two share a room for the night?
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He had been flirting with you for months. In secret, of course. According to his PR team, he wasn’t supposed to be dating anyone, let alone flirting with you,the new number seven pro hero. You had caught his eye on a patrol a few months ago when you disarmed a villain and had them arrested all in under thirty seconds flat. Hawks then became determined to find a way to contact you in private, which wasn’t hard as every pro hero has at least one burner phone and one burner profile for every social media out there, so you weren’t surprised when an account by the url of NOTHAWKSATALL, you had to laugh. Apparently the number two pro hero isn’t big on subtlety.
NOTHAWKSATALL: hey y/n, how's it going?
[HERO NAME]: Hawks?
NOTATALLHAWKS: what, no! Do you really think pro hero number two, Hawks, the winged hero, would give himself such an obvious instagram name?
From then on you two got along like a house on fire, spending every night texting on burner accounts no one thought anything of, Surprisingly, naming yourself “NOTyourself” was a great
tactic for Hawks as the account had been unnoticed for well over several years.
Unbeknownst to Hawks, you’d had a huge crush on him, so this was a fantasy turned reality for you. You’d wanted to flirt with him for a while. Thank god he reached out first.
After a long while of texting, a few secret flirty phone calls, and both of you all but admitting your feelings for one another, Hawks proposed a team-up. He set everything up for you so all you had to do was pack and head out in the limo he sent to your house.
You packed a few to-go bags and headed out, excited to meet the man you’d been into for years.
Hawks had been into you from afar for months. The way you moved, spoke, how you effortlessly caught villains. You mesmerized him. Of course he had to talk to you regardless of what his PR team said about staying single to appeal to the masses.
He was so excited when you started flirting back. He’d had such a huge infatuation with you for years. Ever since you started as a pro hero. His thoughts started to drift to you more and more. It started off innocent but now…. Well, almost every night was spent with his hand practically glued to his cock as he stared at any summertime photo shoots you did.
Now he didn’t start out that way, not even a little. Genuinely he just thought you were cute. Unfortunately for Hawks, his PR team didn’t want him in relationships for a while, a couple years at most, so he wasn’t hooking up either.
Not being able to hook up with people for over two years had turned Hawks into a pervert after a while. He missed it. He missed asking the women to be in charge, it usually shocked them. No one ever expects the “brave and macho” Keigo Takami to want to be dommed. He loved being tied up and told what to do, and the way they would degrade him had him drooling. “You’re so pathetic like this.” They’d say as he was handcuffed to something, “I can't believe a hero of such high status likes being treated like garbage. I guess it makes sense since he is garbage.”
He had always wanted to go farther with them, have them use toys or something on him, but he didn’t want to have his first time using toys be at the hands of someone else. He would’ve rather done the first time himself.
He had to find new ways to get himself off alone. Sure, using his hand was great once in a while but sometimes he just needed more.
He ended up buying himself a pocket pussy, but it still wasn’t enough so he ended up buying different toys and trying them out finally.
It started small, like fingering his ass as he stroked himself. Eventually he got butt plugs to try, and then moved to anal beads.
For a while this satiated him. By now though, he wanted more. He needed more. He needed to be dominated again. He needed you to dominate him. To tie him to a bed and do horrible things to him, to edge him, drain him, hell make him cry a little! Maybe use the dildo on him he just bought! Ugh, he absolutely needed you to get him off, and to get you off too of course, but oh my god did he need it to be you who did all these things.
He told his PR team it was time to let him loose, it’d been almost three years at this point! They agreed and helped him out, albeit begrudgingly, but perked up when they heard it was you he wanted. They knew you two being together would actually be great for both parties in terms of media and numbers, so they arranged a hotel room for you two, making sure it had only one bed. The rest was up to Hawks.
Once you finally agreed to the “team-up” Hawks grabbed his gear, his toys, and headed off excited at the prospect of you potentially dominating him.
After a long drive, the limo stops at a hotel. It’s an ordinary hotel, not anything fancy. Good. It’d be really annoying trying to sleep if the media was swarming around outside all night.
You take a deep breath and walk into the hotel, unaware of the night you’re about to have. The lady at the front desk helps you find your room.
If you weren’t as nervous as you were, you would’ve noticed that the hotel was almost silent. Oh well.
Taking a breath, you knock on the door. Keigo answers immediately, a smirk on his face.
“That was quick.” You joke, “Were you just standing there waiting for me?”
Keigo laughs. “No, I could hear you coming down the hall. Come on in.”
You walk in and set your stuff down. Thankfully there’s a bed and a couch. You shuffle around where you’re standing, unsure what to do.
Hawks sits at the desk in the corner. “So, how ya doin?”
You roll your eyes a little. “Same as I was doing twenty minutes ago.”
“Pardon me for trying to be friendly.”
You almost laugh at that. Friendly could be used to describe Keigo, sure, but flirty was a much better fit. People who were friendly didn’t comment fire emojis under your instagram bikini pics, or hint at how much they want to sleep with you.
“Yeah,” you say, your voice dripping with sarcasm, “Friendly is the perfect word to describe you.”
Keigo laughs. “See I knew you’d get it!” He stares at you for a second, watching you shuffle nervously. “Okay can you please sit down, you're making me nervous.”
“Sorry.” You mumble as you go to sit down on the couch.
“No, right here.” Keigo says, beckoning to his lap.
You blush. You’d kind of expected something to happen given all the flirting, but you didn’t think it’d happen so soon.
“No? Too soon?”
“Wouldn’t it be a distraction given that we have a patrol tomorrow?” You ask quietly.
Again, Keigo laughs, clearly aware of something you aren’t. “There is no patrol.” He giggles. “I kinda made that up.”
You stare at him. He laughs more. You sigh.
“Keigo, you dumbass, you could’ve just asked.”
“Well, alright, yeah, you got me there. I just didn’t think it'd be that easy, so I booked us a hotel, and figured I would see where it went.” He frowns. “If you don't want to do anything, I can get myself my own room and leave.”
You pause for a second to think about it. Having made up your mind, you jump up on the bed instead. “No, I’ll stay.
Keigo pouts at you from his chair. “Aren’t you gonna come here?”
“No.” You smirk. “You can join me on the bed, thanks.”
Hawks blushes and eagerly gets out of the chair and onto the bed. He crawls towards you and pulls you under him when he reaches you. Pulling you in, he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.
You two stay like that for a while, kissing and running your hands all over each other, with Keigo letting out little gasps here and there.
Suddenly he stops and pulls away, gently embracing you.“I like being dommed. Would you please dom me?” Hawks asks shyly, his eyes darting all over your face as he gauges your reaction.
You blush. His boldness is unexpected but great, and you're surprised he asked so casually, but it was cute. You’ve never really been in charge before, but you were down to try anything. “That’s fine with me. Is there anything in particular you want me to do?”
Hawks eyes gleam as he gets off you and goes towards a purple duffel bag and picks it up and brings it back to the bed.
He opens it up and starts putting its contents onto the bed next to you.
Hawks carefully sets down a bunch of toys and things; some handcuffs, a small vibrator, and a seven inch dildo that’s a little girthy.
You're kind of in awe at the unabashedness about the toys.
“Is this all okay with you?” He asks.
You nod. “Yeah, I’m down to use all of that on you, that’s fine.”
“Have you ever dommed at all?” Hawks asks as you stare at the toys.
You shake your head and Hawks crawls back on the bed, laying atop you.
“That’s fine.” He says planting a kiss on your forehead, “we can practice right now.”
He takes one hand and frees his cock from his pants. You stare at it, admiring it. It’s very girthy, about seven inches, and the tip is already red and leaking precum.
Hawks snaps you out of your daze by wrapping your hand around his cock. You both gasp at the sensation.
You slowly move your hand up and down his cock. “Hnng, there you go.” He whines, “Try talking to me while stroking me. Praise me, ahh, degrade me as well, ahh, please.”
Once again his display of knowing exactly what he wants is kind of impressive.
“You're so pretty like this.” You say softly, not speeding up at all. “But the neediness is kinda pathetic.”
“No, mommy, it’s not pathetic and needy at all, please.” Hawks whimpers, leaning into your neck.
It surprises you a little that one of the top heroes is so needy and submissi- wait? mommy? Did Hawks just call you mommy? That’s new, but you liked it. The name made the pool of heat between your legs only grow warmer.
“Say that again?” You ask.
“Sorry.” Hawks mumbles into your neck. “I shouldn’t have sprung that on you.”
“No, I like it, keep doing it.” You say planting a kiss on his forehead, while you reach down to palm him through his pants, “Now are you gonna be a good boy for mommy?” You whisper, deciding to just lean right into it.
Keigo whimpers and shifts himself. He can’t believe you’re going along with everything so far. “Yes, I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be so good, please I promise-” He starts rambling and pulling his waistband down. You smack his hand away.
“What’s the rush?” You run your hand along the outline of his cock. “We have all night don’t we?” Keigo nods, unable to do anything but gasp and whine out of excitement. He sits himself down next to you.
“Good boy.” You say, pulling yourself up to sit in his lap. He moans as you put your palm back on his outline and lean in to kiss his neck. He pulls his pants back down and lets his cock fall into your hand. It’s pretty. It’s quite thick, but not super long, seven inches at most. You take it in your hand and tease him for a minute, wondering how long it’ll be before he breaks down.
It doesn’t take too long. “Please.” He begs into your chest, “Please please please stop teasing me and do something mommy, I can’t take it anymore.”
God he’s cute when he’s whiny. You giggle, and then you remember the toys he brought.
“Go get the toys.”
Keigo whines at the loss of touch and begrudgingly gets up. He grabs the toys and brings them over, as well as a bottle of lube that was hidden in the bag.
You look the toys over, unable to decide where to start. Keigo is clearly staring at the dildo but trying to hide it. When you pick it up, his face beams a little. “Do you want mommy to use the dildo on you? Is that it?”
“I- uh- yes please mommy.” Hawks stammers.
You smile at him. “Alright, come lay down, face down ass up for me.”
Keigo blushes an even deeper shade of red. He takes his pants off first and crawls into the bed. He grabs a pillow and lays into it with his ass hanging in the air.
For a second you just stare at him. He looks really good in this position, you think to yourself. You lean over and smack his ass with a smile. He moans so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole neighborhood heard it despite the muffling effect of the pillow.
You grab the dildo and lube and scoot over next to him. Hawks shuffles to give you a better angle. You pour a little bit of lube on the dildo. It’s wet and a little sticky. Hawks lets out a soft moan of excitement seeing you with the dildo.
Lining up the dildo with his hole, you begin to gently push it in. There’s barely any resistance. “Keigo, did you prep for this?” You lean and whisper into his ear.
“Hnng, yes, ahh-” He whines.
You keep pushing the dildo into him with your left hand, and use your right to reach over and gently stroke his wings under his shirt. There was a rumor that his wings were extremely sensitive. “Keigo,” you say as you gently play with a feather, “is it true your wings are super sensitive?”
Keigo doesn’t respond. “Keigo?” You lean over to look at him and he’s biting the pillow. “Aww baby, are you overstimulated?” You giggle as you bottom out the dildo. He gasps and whines, moving his hips to get the dildo to move, as you start gently stroking his entire right wing.
Hawks lets out a continuous moan and starts rutting himself into the mattress. “Jeez, if I had known your wings were gonna make you immediately cum on the bed I would’ve started there.”
Hawks pays no attention to your words and keeps trying to get himself off. You pull your hand off his wings and smack his ass to get his attention. “Ah, what?” He snaps turning to look at you.
“Did I say you could come?” You hadn’t planned to be mean and edge him, but seeing him need to get off woke something up in you. Him being so needy and desperate for release was incredibly enticing. Thankfully you had all night to drag it out.
Hawks whines and pleads for you to let him finish, but it’s too late, you’ve already decided to edge him. You pull the dildo out of him, gently, and force him on his back.
Ignoring his pleas for release, you grab the handcuffs from the pile of toys and handcuff him to the bed. He whines as he lays down, his wings spreading out, aching to be touched. He looks at you almost tearfully.
You sigh and lay next to him as you wait for him to come down from the high. He leans in for a kiss and you oblige, running your fingers through his hair, making sure to avoid his wings at all cost.
“Please, mommy,” He mumbles in between kisses, “Please let me cum, I’ll be so good, please-” Hawks tries to keep whining but you shut him up by making out with him.
“You can come when I say you can.”
He whines desperately at your words. It’s really surprising how turned on he is. His flirting had made you think he wanted to be in charge. Oh well. This is pretty good too.
While Hawks blubbers behind you, you lean over and rummage through the bag for anything else and come across a blindfold. Hawks sees it and groans. “Please don’t, I wanna see everything.” You just laugh and scoot back over to him to put it on him.
Once it’s on him you take off your clothes and position yourself above him. You turn yourself around, moving backwards until you’re hovering over his face, maneuvering around his wings so you aren’t sitting on them.
“Please.” Hawks whimpers, “I need it, please.”
You almost chuckle at how needy he is but manage to keep your composure. You lean yourself down until you’re hovering over him. When you've settled down into position above him, he immediately starts eating you out. He eats you out like you’ve starved him, like he’s never eaten food a day in his life. It feels great, but you have to keep your composure.
You reach down and touch his cock. He gasps as you wrap your hand around it, the head red and throbbing, and stops licking and kissing you for a second.
“Don’t stop.” You say breathily, “If you stop, I’ll stop.”
Hawks whines and goes back to eating you out like a madman. As he gets a comfortable pace going, you gently squeeze his cock and start stroking it slowly, teasing him the whole time.
It doesn’t take long for him to reach the edge again. The second he does, you get off his face, and turn around to sit on his chest. Hawks whines and is visibly upset but says nothing.
“What’re you doing?” Hawks asks, still blindfolded. You say nothing and just gently run your hands up his chest and onto his wings. He shivers at the touch.
“Come on, seriously? That's a low blow.”
“Aw, don’t be so sensitive then.” You smirk.
You gently stroke his feathers, feeling each one under your fingers as Hawks struggles not to cum immediately. “Keigo, you can’t be seriously about to cum just from me touching your feathers. That’s just sad.”
“Hnng, please, please let me cum-”
You let go of his wings and stop entirely. “Honey, you’re being ridiculous. I haven’t been edging you that long.” You cross your arms.
“No, please come on, I just wanna come mommy, please-“
You sigh and wait. When Hawks realizes what you’re doing, he stops whimpering entirely.
“Good, you’re done. It was getting kind of pathetic watching you blabber on and on.” You lift yourself up and move backwards towards his cock.
You hadn’t noticed how wet all of this was making you. There’s practically a pool of your wetness on Hawks’ chest. Apparently calling men pathetic was a new turn on. Who knew?
Hawks clenches his teeth as he senses what’s coming. You grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance causing Hawks to inhale sharply through his teeth.
You sink down on his cock, letting out a gasp as you bottom out. It sinks in so easily you barely have time to react. Maybe this whole situation would become a habit for you.
Letting yourself adjust again, you run your hands over his chest again. Feeling his abs, toying with his nipples. Pinching them to get little gasps out of him.
Hawks’ struggles in the handcuffs, borderline thrashing.
“You need to calm down or I’m not doing anything.” You tell him, still toying with his nipples.
He freezes.
“Good boy. Now don’t come.”
“What?”
You start moving your hips up and down, making his cock hit the deepest spots of your pussy. Hawks’ groans immediately, clearly trying to hold off on cumming as best as he can, his face red and flushed from the intense stimulation.
You gasp with every thrust, little moans escaping your lips. You can feel yourself starting to cum pretty quickly. It’s hard for you to believe that this type of thing is turning you on so much. You were used to being on the bottom, being told what to do. Sure you occasionally initiated everything with a hand down someone's pants and a few flirty words, but you were never the one in charge. It felt nice to finally have some control instead of just being told to look pretty and do what the other person said.
Your orgasm snaps you out of your thoughts. It hits fast and hard, taking your breath away. You let out a groan as you cum, your pace on Hawks’ cock slowing as you ride it out.
“Look.” Hawks’ breathes shakily, his voice straining from resisting the urge to cum, “Mommy I didn’t cum. But I want to please let me cum.” His hips are almost thrusting upwards on their own.
You sigh. You don’t want to be too mean, but seeing his face all flushed and red, hearing him blubber around at a simple touch, begging you… it was borderline addictive. It was pathetic and sad of him, yeah, but it looked so good. Plus being called Mommy? Hot as hell apparently.
“Yeah alright, you can cum.”
“Hnng, thank you mommy.”
It only takes three thrusts for Hawks’ to explode. You almost laugh as you feel him paint your insides white. He lets out so much cum you’d think you edged him for days.
“That didn’t last long.” You chuckle.
“Shut up. It’s been a while, okay! Plus you edged me!”
You laugh. “If you keep sassing me I’ll just leave you here overnight.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
You slowly move off of him, groaning a little as his cock falls out of you. “I guess you're staying right there.” You smirk. “Besides, we have all weekend to do whatever we want.”
Okay so what if it was you and Blake's one year anniversary?
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You and Blake have been dating for around a year now, your anniversary fast approaching. He takes you to fancy parties, fancy dinners, always showing you off. Telling everyone you’re so wonderful. Complimenting you, holding your hand so everyone knows you’re his.
"You are the most wonderful thing I have ever laid eyes on.” “Bunny, you look gorgeous in that dress.” Just a never-ending stream of compliments. Anything to show his love for you.
A lot of stuff happens behind the scenes as well. Telling colleagues little things you do here and there, mentioning you the second someone asks about his home life, stuff like that. He is clearly obsessed with you and he needs everyone he meets to know it.
He thinks about you all the time. Every free second he isn’t working he is thinking about you. How you look in certain outfits. How you constantly smell so good.
Blake also brings you lunches now. He knows you can cook your own or pack a sandwich but, come on, he needs to spoil his bunny!
Oh, and that nickname? He said it’s because you scrunch your nose really similar to a bunny! And also if you let him he would give you a lot of children. No, seriously though, the man knows he wants a family with you already, whether you end up adopting animals or kids, he doesn’t care as long as it’s with you.
Anyway, since your one year anniversary is coming up, Blake wants to take you somewhere special. No, not some fancy restaurant, he takes you to plenty of those. For this, he’s taking you back to the cafe where you first met.
It had felt like a dream, that day. Walking into the cute little neighborhood cafe and seeing him there in his nice suit while placing an order.
Blake had turned when you walked in, and you made eye contact. His eyes stared into you and you could tell this was a man who knew what he wanted and would go for it.
You had easily struck up a conversation while waiting for your food. You surprisingly had a lot in common! You ended up giving him your number, and from there everything went smoothly.
Cute dates, blushing every time you got a text from him, it has been heavenly.
You weren't aware of it, but Blake really was a little obsessed with you. He still is, but until the third date and when you confirmed you were dating him, he spent a lot of time looking into you. Well, into your social media. When he found your instagram it was a jackpot for him.
He could spend hours staring at you, and he did. Hours just spent staring at your photos. The ones in cute dresses, selfie pics, the short shorts, the two lingerie pics you did once. Hours were spent finding out what sort of things you enjoyed. By date two he knew quite a bit about you, even though he pretended not too.
So of course your one year had to be special!
Blake picks you up around noon for a lunch date,which was around the time you met. He hasn’t told you where you’re going exactly, but you have a hunch.
You get there and he orders for you. It’s the orders you had the first time you met! How sweet he remembered, no he totally didn’t write it down the day he met you!
You sit down and eat, reminiscing about everything. Laughing at the inside jokes, how awkward you both were.
Blake tells you how he couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you blush.
“No, seriously, you were so cute! The way you got so nervous after giving me your number, it was seriously the sweetest thing ever!”
Blake says, almost giggling.
The rest of the lunch is cute and quiet, mostly because Blake has dinner plans to cook you your favorite meal at home. You do have to make one stop on the way home, though.
His office. Big and public. Since Blake is the CEO of a large company, he has a few of them, but this one is closest to your house. It’s a bigger office, with walls of glass. You had found it odd at first that the walls were all glass, until he dragged you there one memorial day under the guise of needing paperwork for a business project, and then he ended up seducing you in his chair.
This time, he actually did need the paperwork. Having the day he had to grab it fall on today was just a bonus.
Blake walks you into the office, holding your hand, and you can easily tell what’s coming. He normally does hold hands with you, but something about the look in his eye tells you you’re in for quite the afternoon.
The second Blake closes the door to his office (which does nothing, really), he is all over you. Hands on your waist, kissing gently down your neck. You laugh, unsurprised at his behavior. If you let him, he would be holding you in some way at all times.
“Could you please sit in the chair, Bunny? I have a surprise for you.” Blake whispers, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. You nod and he gently pushes you down into his chair. “Thank god you wore a dress today.” Blake breathes as he pushes your skirt up and kisses up your thighs.
He stops kissing your thighs and motions for you to lift your arms up. You do and he pulls your dress off you.
“You look good.” He says as he leans in to kiss you, a hand trailing down and snaking underneath your panties, while the other hand undoes your bra behind you. You let your bra fall to the floor.
You pull Blake into you, running your fingers through his hair as he starts playing with you, his finger running around the edge of your pussy but not actually touching you. You moan a little as you start taking off his tie and undoing his shirt. He’s not gonna take his shirt off, but he looks so good with it unbuttoned you can’t help yourself.
Blake kisses and nips at your neck as you palm at him through his pants. He shoos your hand away so he can take your panties off you. He then pulls you forward so he can eat you out.
Blake loves eating you out. He could do it for hours if you asked him to. He would do it until his jaw falls off.
Blake sucks and nips at you like a man starved. Normally he teases you and goes slow, but today he just can’t. He shoves his tongue as far as he can, as though he’s trying to hit your g-spot with it. You moan and push his head in farther. You stroke his hair and wonder why he’s acting so crazy. And what this surprise is.”
“Blake, you can slow down, I’m not going anywhere.” You gasp as he gently bites at your clit. “Okay, what’s the surprise?”
“I got a vasectomy. Reversible but still.” He says breathily, looking into your eyes for approval.
You blush as you realize what that means. You were on birth control, but still used a condom as you were not ready for kids yet. Blake had said a few months into dating that they were uncomfortable. You’d laughed and told him if he got a vasectomy he could stop using them. He had huffed at the time and said he would think about it, so you thought that was the end of it. Apparently not.
“You really got a vasectomy?” You blush.
Blake just nods, still staring up at you waiting for approval.
“Alright,” You say pulling him back into you, “We don’t have to use condoms anymore if you hate them that much.”
Blake has a visible sparkle in his eye as he goes back to eating you out. Since he’s excited now, he’s gotten much sloppier and is drooling a little.
Seeing how sloppy he is when he’s usually so composed is such a turn on that you cum almost instantly, gripping Blake’s hair and pulling him as far into you as you can get him.
He lets you ride his face as you come down from the orgasm, and the second you regain composure he shoves two fingers inside of you while pulling you into a kiss by grabbing your face.
His hand migrates to your throat. He applies pressure, not enough to choke you, but enough to remind you he’s in charge. You wrap your hand around his wrist and let him do whatever it is he’s planning.
“Good girl.” Blake whispers against you. He then starts fingering you, using his palm to rub against your clit. You subconsciously pull away, still sensitive, and Blake pulls his fingers out and delivers a sharp smack to your clit.
“Don’t pull away from me.” Blake groans. He pulls you back toward him with one hand and shoves his fingers back in.
He lets go of your throat and wraps an arm around your back to secure you in place.
You gasp at the new level of pressure. Blake relishes in the little gasps and moans you let out as you approach a second orgasm. Normally you take a while to cum, let alone orgasm, but the idea of not having to use condoms anymore really turns you on.
Blake lets you ride this one out on his fingers. “Can you go for a third?” He smirks as you glare at him. “What? It’s not my fault you’re so sensitive today, Bunny.” You roll your eyes as Blake chuckles.
“Yes, we can go for a third round, but then we’re going home.”
“Deal.” Blake says as he scrambles to get his pants undone.
He gets his cock out and immediately lines it up to your entrance. You love his cock, it fills you up nicely, and it’s not super long, only about six and a half inches.
“Oh fuck.” Blake gasps as he bottoms out. “Shit, I should’ve done this years ago, this feels great.”
It does feel great. It feels so great you can only nod in agreement.
Blake ruts into you, moaning and grabbing the chair to keep still. You grin and, as a little bit of payback, wrap your arms around him and pull him as far into you as you can.
“Shit- Bunny- Seriously-”
You giggle at his frustration before letting out a moan as he picks his pace back up.
Blake speeds up, clearly enjoying the feeling of doing you raw. It does feel good.
Blake seems to love it so much that all he can do is ram into you and mutter a never ending stream of praises and dirty words directly into your ear.
“So good for me- ah- so pretty like this, fuck, hnng. Huff, you’re so tight-”
It doesn’t take too long before Blake finally finishes too, exploding inside you and making a mess of his own chair. “Ah, shit, I’m gonna have to clean that up” He says as soon as the mess. You just laugh and gently force him out of you.
He cleans you both up with some wipes in his desk. Then he helps you get dressed.
“I love you, Bunny.” He tells you as he walks you out the door.
