Summary: Luffy just wants your attention, and the one thing he might like eating more than food, is you.
CW: 18+, smut, oral (fem reciving), squirting, use of the word babygirl. no use of y/n, use of the word cunt
Word Count: 1.5k
Song: Eat it - Megan Thee Stallion
Authors Note: In honor of season 2 coming out today! I wrote this in like 30 mintues so if there are any major mistakes i'm sorry! Anyways I hope you enjoy this and remember to let me know if you have any requests! xoxo
“Please baby…., pleaseeee, pretty please with a cherry on top!” the curly haired man squeaks.
“Luffy” you gawk out at the man in front of you, practically begging for your attention.
“What can possibly be so important right now that you have to interrupt me while I’m trying to document our last voyage” you scowl at him. You’re not really mad but there are times when Luffy gets so worked up that you need to tell him to dial it down.
You can tell that your tone got to him because he looks a little defeated which, if you knew Luffy, never happens.
“I….I just wanted your attention” he replies back to you and god you feel like an asshole. Your sweet, perfect, golden retriever boyfriend who quite literally looks at you like you’ve hung all the stars in the sky for him just wants your undivided attention.
You let out a sigh “I’m sorry luffy, Nami has been on me for not finishing this sooner and I guess I just got a little stressed. I didn’t mean to snap at you. You have my full attention as of now” you smile at him, hoping he can feel how genuine your words are.
As soon as the words leave your mouth he sports a suspicious looking grin on his face “you know what’s good for stress release?” he asks while moving closer to where you had been standing. Moving a piece of hair behind your ear he whispers “coming on my tongue”.
Your legs practically give out when you hear the dirty words leave his mouth. Despite giving off the innocent energy that he shows the world, Luffy has never been afraid to tell you exactly what he wants, and that includes what he wants in the bedroom.
“We…,we can’t, it’s the middle of the day. Everyone is up, what if they need you? Or worse, they hear us!” You gasp out, trying to hide the way your thighs just squeezed together to fight the urge to jump on him.
“C’mon babygirl, you know you want to. When’s the last time we’ve gotten to do this? I promise I’ll be quiet, and if you get too loud, I’ll cover your mouth. You can’t tell me you don’t want me to eat that pretty pussy. I want to, been craving it all morning” to seal his words, he places a light peck on your lips.
And god how can you say no to that? He’s not lying, you do want him. You always want him. And if he’s offering, you might as well take him up on it.
“Fine, but we have to stay quiet and try and make it quick, I would be mortified if anyone found out we were doing this right now!” you say as you grab his hand and drag him to your shared bed. You don’t even need to look back to see that he has a wicked grin on his face.
“I can make you come in minutes with my tongue, don’t doubt me” he winks as he lays you down and shimmies off your shorts and underwear. Not bothering to take off your top.
You can feel your heart sped up at the thought of your body being the only one exposed. It’s nerve wracking but also extremely hot. The fact that he wants to take care of your pleasure with nothing in return makes you unbelievably wet.
Positioning himself on his knees, hands flat on the bed he places soft kisses on the tops of your thighs, darting his tongue out ever so slightly and licking wet lines across your flesh.
Your breath hitches at the foreplay, Luffy now’s how to work you up. To get you to the point where you are begging for him, and before you practically yell at him for more, you feel his body shift so that he’s on his tummy and kissing the inside of your thighs.
“Luff, baby, please” you rasp out, wanting to feel his tongue on you
“Please, what babygirl?” He smirks up at you
“Please eat me out, want your tongue” you whisper, still aware that anyone could be listening.
He doesn’t respond to your request verbally but he does blow a woosh of cool air directly on your cunt. Then licks a long stripe up your pussy.
The contact makes you gasp, you want to close your thighs but his hand is practically prying them open.
Fuck you wisper and bite your lip, looking down at the messy locks of hair in between your thighs. His tongue is now circulating the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head when you feel his lips wrap around your clit and suck.
One hand flies to your mouth to cover the noise that wants to come out and the other tangles in his hair, hoping he gets the hint to keep sucking on your clit.
He does, his sucks powerful and all encompassing. You feel so so good, he eats you out like a man starved. In the back of your head you think the one thing Luffy might like more than food is eating your pussy.
He alternates between sucking your clit and licking all over your cunt, making a mess of himself. You can see his pretty brown eyes looking at you and this makes you moan. The fact that he’s so entranced by you, makes your blood boil in the best way possibles
You feel his tongue enter your opening and you have to bite down on your fist to stop yourself from screaming. He’s practically drowning in your wetness, marveling in, the glimmer in his eyes show how much he likes it.
“Are you going to come for me, baby girl?” He questions, eyes looking up at you. His lips and chin shiny from your juices.
Nodding you tell him “I’m so close baby, just a little more” and it’s true, you are close but you never want this to end.
He smiles at you and dives back in, licking your clit like his life depends on it. You feel the familiar coil in your tummy start to tighten but also an unfamiliar sensation in your pelvis, a sort of pressure that almost feels like you have to pee. Before you can say anything, Luffy is flicking his tongue fast over your clit and you can’t even utter the words that you are going to come before you feel yourself clench down on nothing and a waterfall of liquid squirting out of you.
You have to be screaming, eyes closed shut, toes curled. Waves of intense pleasure coursing through you. Luffy continues to lick you through your intense orgasm.
When you finally come down from your high you look down at your boyfriend mortified, you just fucking squirted all over his face and moaned so loud that the entire ship heard you.
Opening your mouth to apologize, Luffy lunges up and kisses you. Hot, wet, and messy. You can taste yourself on him.
He’s panting when he talks “fuck that was so hot, did you know you could do that?” He questions.
“No I didn’t. I’m so sorry Luffy, that was so embarrassing. You just made me feel so good” your hands are now covering your face.
Prying your hands away Luffy shakes his head “No, no, no, absolutely not, that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, do you know how hard I am right now. I’m going to want to make you squirt every time now”
You smile at him, really a man as good as Luffy could never make you feel embarrassed. He moves to grab a towel when there’s a loud knock on the door.
“Yall done in there? Lunch is ready. Seems like you both are going to need some extra energy” Sanji yells out following it up with a laugh.
You let your head hit the backboard with a sigh “we are never going to live this one down are we” you ask
“Nope! But hey, at least they know how good I can make you feel” Luffy says excitedly, not giving a care in the world that all his best friends know what you guys were doing.
Honestly it was only a matter of time before they heard you. Next time you would be more prepared. Maybe it was time to invest in some better sound proofing.
You didn't mean to do it. You didn't mean to look for too long. But you're curious, and he's pretty.
He covers his face back up, "One ugly mug, innit?" He says quietly, looking anywhere but you. His fists balled up.
You knew this took a lot from him. It's been a long time since anyone saw his face. It's scarred, covered in long gashes. But he's still pretty. His nose was a little crooked from being broken too many times, long scar cutting through his eyebrow, and burn marks creeping up his chin.
"No! Si, I'm sorry! You're just so.. cute. I think you're cute. I was in awe," You grab his wrists and pull his mask back up. Giving him a soft kiss.
"Don't gotta lie ta me, dove. 'm an ugly bastard. Don't know why a pretty bird like ye gives an ol' dog like me a bone." He tsks.
"I think you're pretty! My pretty boy," You leave soft kisses all over his face.
"Tha right? I've been through 'ell n back, don't think I came back pretty." He rolls his eyes, but he secretly enjoys the attention.
"Do you think I'm pretty? Even though I'm a little big?" You drawl, knowing exactly what you're doing.
"Of course I fuckin do. The prettiest bird in the damn sky. If anythin, yer just small enough not to slip between my fingers." He growls. He hates when you down talk yourself.
"Well, you're the cutest dog at the pound! My pretty boy." You kiss every scar.
A new type of admiration shines in his eyes. He finds a piece of heaven when you praise him and look at him like he hasn't killed more men than you've ever been alone with.
"Think 'm pretty, mm? Like my pretty face? Sit on it."
"Wait- what?"
"You 'eard me." A devilish smile sits on his face.
Next thing you know, you're sitting on his face while he eats you like a man starved. Murmuring praise into your pretty cunt.
Grumbles of "Too pretty fa me," "don't deserve you," "my good girl telling me I'm pretty." "Gorgeous dove," vibrate against your pussy.
He has a death grip on your thighs, keeping you pressed against his face till you be a good girl and cum in his mouth. Once he lifts you up, he licks his lips. "Taste as sweet as you act."
He's gentle as he pulls you onto his cock. Staring up at you hungrily as you take him whole. He pulls you up and down, letting you relax and sit there while he does the work. Though he'll look at you like you've hung the stars.
Well, at least he'll make you see some.
He starts to thrust up into you quickly. Wanting more, wishing he could get deeper. "You really think 'm pretty?" He whispers.
"Yes- oh, yes, Si! My pretty boy," You whine, struggling to think when he's pounding into you how he is.
This time, he fills you up with his cum. "Then we'll 'ave some pretty babes."
(smut drabble?? Ramble? Idk, it doesn't feel like a full fic. I'm literally feral, I've been a bit sick, so better, more poetic stuff when the horrible headaches clear ♡)
plus size, nerdy, black fem!reader, public activities/exhibitionism, reader wears a plug, oral + car sex, fingering, anal, other themes
word count: 3.4K
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it was a place you frequented often..finding it to be your safe haven and place of solace. Aisles and aisles of literature with every genre imaginable..from novels chocked full of fantasy, mystery and romance that you could immerse yourself into as a means to escape reality to the comics and manga that had you working extra hours just so you could scoop up the next volume or two. Visiting every couple of weeks or so, but you’d never imagine that your best friend..with a few extra benefits and fellow nerd would be traipsing behind you, scouring the shelves to add to his own collection.
“Thank you for coming with me, Ony. I really appreciate it. You didn’t have to.”
“You playing right? Of course imma come with you..besides, I could never get my homeboys to go with me so it works out perfectly.”
you’d frolic about in your white flowing sundress with the pink carnations enmeshed in the pattern as this tall man with the stocky build, wire framed glasses and a tapered fade followed suit. He’d decided on grey sweats, black and white Dunks with a plain white tee and a silver necklace thrown around his neck for his ensemble..one thing was for certain: the two of you looked like polar opposites and he definitely didn’t fit the bill for being the absolute geek he was; that much apparent by the glares from the store clerks who recognized you. Little did they know this man would rattle their ear off about his fifty model airplane builds, all his knowledge about piloting, his love of space and buy out their entire stock of Star Wars and DC merchandise if he laid eyes on it. He got so excited when it came to his special interests and you thought it was adorable.
“Aye, look. They got the new volumes. We should both get a copy.” “Ony, look. This is the book I was telling you about, I think you’ll really like it, it’s up your alley.”
the two of you were like little kids running about through a store full of sugary delicacies. Excited and thrilled to be sharing your love of literature with one another. You’d grab various pieces that piqued your interest before retreating to the in house coffee shop for a seat and an iced refresher. Having stolen glances of your figure as he trailed behind you all day, Ony became increasingly flustered when seeing your pretty face, surrounded by those tufted curls and donned with that gorgeous smile..covering it up with the spine of the book.
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Because I like beautiful things, ‘can't help myself....”
complimenting your outfit, telling you how cute you looked in those round glasses. Teasing you relentlessly until you felt as if you were going to implode. Honestly, if anyone had said that a man as handsome as Onyakopon would be sitting across from you, fanning out over comics and being equally as infatuated with you, you’d call them a liar. But alas, here you were…it only made matters worse when he’d ask to see your piece of literature and after a few seconds of resistance, he’d grasp it and find himself greeted with quite the spicy excerpt. It was a black erotic fantasy novel by an author you’d followed for years. Many nights you sat in your room, immersed in her descriptive, detailed stories. This one in particular was about a young witch from a long bloodline of renowned practitioners who falls for the rival warlock and in this scene in particular, the two are engaging in a rather salacious exchange..in the public eye! Something that was admittedly so, a fantasy of your own. When Ony began to scan the pages, you could see his very visible reaction.
“Oh shit..so this is what we’re doing now? I see you, (y/n).” Causing you to immediately fluster in response! With haste, you’d snatch it back and attempt to cover your face in shame.
“Ignore that, I was just checking something!” but the damage was done..the seed had become deeply imbued in your boy toy’s brain and for the rest of the afternoon, it was all that would be occupying his mind…
“Yeah alright, I believe you. ‘You ready to go look some more?”
honestly, you’d do anything to ease the very blatant awkward tension. So you’d nod and the two of you would proceed to scan various aisles, scouring each section; omitting the children’s one until you’d successfully perused the entire store. By the end of it, you each had been left with a stack full of literature that had managed to fill up your hand baskets. Greeted by an overly bubbly cashier; resembling yourself with just a lighter skin tone, (y/n) went first and exchanged pleasantries with the young woman. As she’d scan your items, you’d find yourself engaging in a full blown conversation about your diverse selection. You’d talk about the various manga and how much you’d accumulated over the years. Then she’d catch a glimpse of the aforementioned novel that had spurred controversy.
Meanwhile, Ony couldn’t help but steal glances of you…his eyes just barely wavering so as to not draw too much attention but he couldn’t help himself. Admiring the curvature of your body…the way you looked in that dress was conjuring up thoughts he’d never thought possible. It was so innocuous but yet, revealed just enough to get his mind..and other organs racing. Not to mention your very visible reaction to that little excerpt he’d catch a peek of. But the best surprise was yet to come. Because once he finished paying for his things and the two of you gave a farewell to the cashier and store itself, you’d be greeted with quite a nasty storm waiting on the outside. Heavy rain droplets, thunder and lighting all filled the atmosphere and needless to say, neither of you were prepared. You’d heard rumblings earlier but it seemed that you two had been in there so long, it snuck up unexpectedly.
“You wait here and I’ll go pull the car around.”
It was his first instinct in that moment to protect you and as sweet as you found the gesture, it was also pointless. There was no need in him making the extra steps and you’d both end up soaked regardless.
“You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine. Let’s just make sure our two hundred bucks doesn’t go down the drain.” Referring to the copious amounts of literature you’d just obtained and it truly would be disheartening to watch it all become water logged.
For safety reasons, you’d reach down and remove your sandals, curling them around two of your fingers. You’d hook arms and clutch the hooks to your chests, ensuring they were covered as best as possible. Together, the two of you would brace the tough terrain, sprinting towards the vehicle. It was almost kind of fun and romantic, despite the chilling rain pouring over your skin. Even so, you guys would reach your destination and promptly enter the safety of the four door sedan. Figuring it’d be a little more spacious than his two seater sports car but he didn’t mind driving so that you could get a rest; as you had to travel a lot for work.
“Oh my gosh, that rain is freezing! I really wish I had brought my jacket in or something…now my dress is all soaked—“
Amidst your rambling, Ony’s eyes had once again resurfaced back to your frame. This time, fixating on said dress…looking at how tightly it clung to your body. Specifically your breasts and how those nipples poked through the material. They were all such lewd and inappropriate thoughts but he certainly could not deny the fact that you stirred up those feelings for him.
“I’m sorry, I’m just ranting…here, let me look in the back and see if there are some spare clothes. I’m sure I have something.”
“Nah, you good, baby. I’m sure it’ll stop soon—“ but before he could halt you, you were already crawling to the back as you’d spotted a pair of jeans, a tank top and some sweats and a t-shirt he could slip into. Not to mention, it didn’t seem there were any signs of the rain slowing down and there was no need for you guys to sit in wet clothing. He’d turn on the car and shift it over the heat to provide warmth.
“Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up, we might as well get comfortable.”
And comfortable would be an understatement! Because he’d take it as an opportunity to make his move. If for nothing else, to get you all flustered and bothered, in hopes of some action for later on. As you’d make your way to the spacious rear, he’d follow suit, causing the car to rock a little.
“Yeah…by comfortable, you mean get naked, right?”
“That is not what I meant, you pervert. I was just saying..”
And before long, you’d find him tickling you and eventually, it’d end in a makeshift makeout session…tousling around in the back and naturally, him teasing you throughout the whole ordeal. Suckling on your tongue and mimicking your tone as his hands ventured all over your frame…helping to remove those damp fabrics. But just as he began to work you out of it, you’d squirm and giggle, pressing your palms against his chest. Not that you didn’t want this moment to transpire and you weren’t feeling him….however, there was a bit of a secret that you had been harboring all day..
“And what were you saying? Hmm? What you tryna’ say?—“
Finally rendering you nude; tugging those panties off with his teeth, Ony would part your thighs to move in between them and of course, catch a glimpse of that sweet center he’d been craving all day long. But it was what you had just a few inches lower that would take him by surprise.
“Oh shit…
Just between those plump asscheeks, resided a metal plug, decorated with a blue jewel in the center. You’d been waiting all day to get him home and reveal the secret but this worked just fine as well! The inspiration behind it? The very book you were just discussing. Because in one of the chapters, the rival warlock forces the witch to wear various toys underneath her clothes to a village party…with an anal plug being one of them so that he could ‘train’ her. Eventually, after teasing her with a controlled vibrator from across the room and all but forcing her to drop to her knees in the middle of the floor, he rewarded her good behavior and ‘participation’ by fucking her senseless in one of the rooms at the manor at which it was being hosted. He’d perform anal sex on the witch for the first time that had her frightened to begin with and by the end, left her mind blank and the sheets splattered with her cum. She’d go from pleading for him to not to thanking him for every thrust and hitting spots she didn’t even know were possible.
“Don’t be shy now…spread those legs f’r me, baby. We not gon’ act like we ain’t see that.”
Cackling as he ran his hands up the backs of your thighs, Ony heavily sucked his teeth with a mouthy groan…ingesting the sight and becoming instantly aroused. That much shown by the tent in his boxers.
“It was supposed to be a surprise for later….but you caught me.” With your knees curled up to your chest and legs parted, you’d shamelessly toy with your clit right in front of him. Squeezing those plump breasts and pinching your stiffened nipples, (y/n) would tease those folds, stirring up the slick and emitting those soft, adorable moans he loved so much.
“Well I ain’t mad about it…I just didn’t know you’d be into some freaky shit like this. Matter of fact…lean up f’r me. I got you..”
Taking his hand, you’d get adjusted in the seat until those legs were parted to each side and he was beside you. Tugging down the remainder of his bottoms, Ony would unveil that thick, veiny cock that had been throbbing since he’d first laid eyes on you today.
“..got my shit all hard, baby. I’ve been wanting your pretty ass all day. You have no idea…”
He could barely be sated as is. But when you’d reach over to grasp his shaft, stroking it with that cheeky grin on your face, he nearly lost his mind.
“Yeah? Then tell me…tell me how bad you want me..” taking the reins for once; displaying just how vehemently horny you were for your man to be. (Y/N) lowered your head and began teasing that tip…wrapping those lips around it and eventually bobbing up and down on that shaft. Coating the thick, dark member in saliva as he tossed his head back against the seat. Those guttural, deep moans sounding so sexy…
“Oh fuck…I want you so bad, baby…want you to eat my fucking dick up..wanna fuck that pretty asshole..make you come—” barely able to guide you along. But you needed no help whatsoever. Placing those hands on his thighs, you’d begin to engulf him whole; taking a solid five inches into your mouth at once. The sounds of you choking on his cock only serve to arouse you even more. Meanwhile, he’d spot those fingers working in and out of that wet cunt and decide to take it over…
“Let me finger this lil’ wet pussy…know that shit so tight..”
Shoving those much thicker digits in, he’d aid you whilst devouring him whole. Which in turn, only made you even more salacious. The way your lips suctioned around his dick and that tip hit the back of your throat, Ony knew he was in for both a treat and some serious trouble. You wouldn’t let up until his legs were trembling and he exploded inside of your mouth.
However, he had a different set of plans and suddenly, you’d find your hair tangled in the grip of his fingertips. Tugging you up gently, he’d shove his tongue into you mouth for a savory kiss…tasting both of your remnants. Followed shortly after by his fingers being glided down your throat until you slightly gagged for him. Which left you both with smiles on your face.
“You so sexy…and freaky. I love you.”
“I love you too…now fuck me..please.”
Panting like a starved feign, practically drooling to feel him inside of you. Ony naturally obliged and helped you adjust until you were planted on all fours and ready for him.
“That’s it, arch that back f’r me, baby.” Encouraging as his strong hands glided up the curvature of your spine and eventually back down to those plump cheeks; brandishing each of them with a smack. Slowly, he’d spread them apart and eventually revealing that metal plug fully. You were pulsating, that tight entrance suctioning around the far end and once he began to slowly tug it out, you’d find yourself whimpering and moaning. He’d glance down a little further to see that your cunt was glistening as a result of that stimulation all day.
“Yeah…you ready f’r me. Spread that ass…hold it open.” Becoming a little more firm in his commands as he prepared to glide in. Gripping the base of his shaft, Ony stroked himself a few times before providing you a little more lubrication with a glob of saliva and his thumb momentarily, working those compact muscles.
(Y/N) let out a soft whimper, cursing under your breath from the pleasure…alas, that was only the beginning. Because once he was done, he’d make the transition into becoming one with your body. Truth be told, you both were a little nervous…it wasn’t the first time you two had done these sorts of activities but it certainly had been quite a while. However, lust, hormones, pure love and the sheer heat of the moment had caused you to make a decision to spice things up. And Ony was more than willing to participate in the antics! After a few seconds, he’d grasp your waist and pull you towards him. Eventually, that tip would prod into that warm hole and before you knew it, you were three inches full of his fat dick.
“Oh…fuck! You’re so tight…feels too fucking good.”
Unable to concoct a full sentence, Ony would suck his teeth and huff as he made home inside of you…that wet flesh clutching around him for dear life. Meanwhile, you’d grasp the door handle for leverage and allow him more room to maneuver. He’d start with a few gentle strokes, pushing in ever so slightly as to not hurt you. But he didn’t want to tease you too much as he could tell that you were overly aroused at this point; drooling from all of your orifices. Once he made it to his third one, you’d feel his hand come down once more with a forceful slap against your ass and soon, he was hitting his stride.
“Yeah…that’s it…take that dick, beautiful. Take that fucking dick…”
His deep drawl ringing out in your ear as those strokes grew a little more fast paced.
“Fuck! Yes, give it to me, Ony. You’re making me feel so good!”
Whimpering and crying in that sexy little tone he loved so much. The feeling of those heavy balls slapping against that clit in tandem only increasing the pleasure. Eventually, you’d begin to meet his thrusts, letting that round backside ricochet off of him.
“Mmhm…yeah I know, baby. I’m digging that lil’ ass out, ain’t I? Got you creaming all over my shit..”
“Yesss, daddy. Fuck…oh my God, you’re gonna make me come.”
which was all of the motivation he needed to keep drilling into that entrance. He barely lasted anytime in your pussy but this was by far even harder and Ony wasn’t certain if he could take anymore. But he’d keep pushing through…especially when you’d continue egging him on with those sweet whimpers and adorable moans; telling him how amazing he felt and how good he was fucking you. Those loud, wet sounds and the collision of flesh filling the car. All either of you could do was thank the heavens that it was still raining cats and dogs outside, which served as a makeshift partition to your lascivious activities.
As your eyes began to trail to the back of your head, he’d reach around and grasp your throat; lobbing spit into your mouth once again..
“Kiss me..”
Desperately begging in succession as he sloppily slathered you in pecks. The two of you clinging onto one another as if you couldn’t breathe without the other. Eventually, you’d feel that knot sweeping up in your belly and without warning, you’d explode all over him; releasing a rain of squirt onto the seat. “Oh shit!”
“That’s what I’m talm’ bout, make a fucking mess..” but eventually, he’d find himself right behind you, mirroring the same sentiments.
“…I’m bout to come, baby. Swear to God, imma bust a nut in this lil’ ass. Can I nut in it? You gon’ let me?..”
Begging like a man unhinged and desperate to breed you. And naturally, you’d have no other answer than to grant his wish.
“Yeah! Please—come in me, come in this ass!”
Reaching back to pull him in closer. Unable to maintain his composure, Ony made those last few thrusts count with rapid speed before pausing and emptying every drop of his seed into your body.
“Fuuuuck! Fuck…I love you!” Finding himself curled over onto your frame.
“I love you too, Ony. I love you so fucking much.”
Smiling as your faces met once more. As you both came down from those highs, he’d examine the aftermath around you both and begin to laugh.
“You know what? I’m never going out with you again. You ain’t nothing but trouble…”
“Yeah, I doubt that. You know I’m worth every bit of it.”
And of course, he was inclined to agree. Placing a kiss atop your forehead as confirmation.
“Damn straight…I ain’t never coming up off of you.”
This was certainly a trip to your favorite destination neither of you would ever forget!
bully tsukki! part ten! -
cw: DARK CONTENT! sexual content! 18+/mdni!
"f-ffuck keep crying for me, i'm nearly there," tsukishima groans. at his words you whine loudly and bury your face in the pillows, you hear tsukishima laugh cruelly and can imagine the smirk on face, even when you can't see him. tsukishima thrusts into you hard, you hear the slapping ripples your ass makes with each thrust and he continues running his hands all over your body, occasionally squeezing tightly. you doubt you'll come out of this unscathed with more bruises on your body than there's ever been. tsukishima's grunts fill the air as he calls you a filthy slut. you bunch the sheets in your fists and cry.
"you're mine," he growls and fucks you harder. "say you're mine," tsukishima demands and you comply.
you chant over and over again, "yours, yours, yours," the words are slurred and you're panting heavily.
tsukishima grunts and wraps his arm around your soft middle, pulling you up from the position. now your back in pressed against his chest, your pudgy thighs shaking as you kneel on the bed as tsukishima thrusts up into you. you know it's only a matter of time before your knees give way and you fall but that won't happen when tsukishima is gripping onto you tightly and will support your weight and keep you where he wants you when you feel like you're too shaky to support yourself and slump down.
his pace loses all rhythm and he holds onto your love handles tightly, squeezing the soft skin in between his slender fingers as he gets closer. "that's a good girl, all mine," he groans and kisses your shoulder gently. the cold touch of his glasses on your shoulder makes you shiver.
your eyes are unfocused and blurry with how much you've been crying, your tears feel hot running down your face and you feel more and more sweaty. you want to cum so bad that it's making you cry. "p-please tsukki, need t' cum-," your words cut off with a loud moan. "need it so bad kei," you whine and tsukishima kisses you again, this time less gently and leaving a hickey in his wake.
"yeah, yeah, i'll make you cum, you're such a fucking crybaby," he grunts against your skin, and moves his hand that was on your hips to your clit. "good thing i like you so much," he moans as he feels your pussy spasm around his dick.
you shoot up in your bed, the light is just starting to peak through your curtain and you feel clammy. you've been having more and more dreams about tsukishima and it occurs nearly every night now. most of the time they're sexual but not always, sometimes it's just fantasies like of him helping you study and whispering in your ear.
this is the first time it's ever been this explicit though, when you do have sex dreams about tsukishima they're not very vivid, and they're a bit fuzzy but this time it was clear and felt so real.
you don't know when or how that attraction towards him started, you don't know when you stopped seeing him as your bully and someone who terrorises you into something else, something different, something that gives you butterflies. it changed somewhere along the line, you recognise that it isn't healthy to think like that but you know that you still do even if it's wrong. he walks you home and makes sure you have enough money to get the bus, he relents when you ask him not to do something to someone and he kisses you chastely and kindly when you least expected. calling him kei just sounds right and now when he calls you crybaby it sounds fond.
you glance at the clock on your bedside table and groan, you don't have to be up for a couple hours but you know you won't be able to go back to sleep so you begrudgingly get out of bed and put the kettle on, scrolling on your phone.
in a few hours you know you'll be seeing tsukishima and you're absolutely dreading it.
when you get to the lecture hall you look down and continue looking down. you make your way to your regular seat in front of tsukishima but don't make eye contact with anyone. you don't even glance to see if tsukishima is here yet. he is.
when he sees you he frowns. it's not because he got here before you or that the clothes you're wearing covers up the bruise on your thigh that he gave you last week, it's because you're not looking at him and it's obviously on purpose. you don't do that anymore. you know better than that. tsukishima rests his head on hand and doesn't take his eyes of you. the whole class he doesn't stop looking at you and you feel his stare but don't do anything. he doesn't do anything other than that, just staring at you.
when it's ended you leave quicker than you ever had, you made sure not to unpack anything like your books or water bottle, it saves time of having to pack them up and for a hopefully successful quick getaway before tsukishima gets to you.
you're successful in your getaway and tsukishima crosses his arms and frowns, however he finds you quickly, sitting down on one of the benches outside in the area you normally sit at, it's the same bench you sit when you eat. you didn't know that he knew that.
"what the fuck is up with you today?" tsukishima asks you harshly, you jump at his voice. he found you so quickly. he makes his way in front of the bench and towers over you.
"there's nothin-"
tsukishima cuts you off, "don't give me that." even though you're looking down you can tell he's annoyed, his voice making it obvious.
you look up at him so you can tell him again that everything is fine, you know he won't let it go, he never does, and you know that he will be even worse if you don't look at him. even when you look at him you don't make eye contact, instead looking at the pattern of his faint light freckles on his arms that are currently crossed.
"look at me properly." he demands you and you do- automatically. you hate that you did that, you hate that your bully can tell you to do something and you listen and do what he says immediately.
tsukishima takes in your facial expression and his eyebrows furrow. "why do you look so ashamed?"
"ashamed? i-i'm not ashamed." you stutter and even you know that that's the most ashamed you ever sounded.
tsukishima rolls his eyes. "tell me the truth."
a shiver runs along your back at his tone. "i''m telling the truth."
"don't lie to me again." his words are so final you have to press your lips together in an attempt to not cry and make sure your lip doesn't wobble.
you know he won't let this go.
you're only option is to say a half truth.
"i just had a dream." not just but it was a dream. you should of said nightmare but you didn't think that as the words came out your mouth, you knew that wasn't a nightmare and it would be a lie.
"what dream?" he replies and you look down again. "don't do that." you stop in your tracks at slowly look back up. "don't make me make you."
"it-it was a dream about someone."
"so what?" he doesn't understand why you were so reluctant or ashamed. it's probably be some dream of someone being mean to her or something.
you heave a sigh of relief at him dropping it but everything he was thinking changes after that action. he started to feel that this dream was something more.
he grabs hold of your chubby checks the very next second, squeezing them between his fingers, you're getting deja vu. "tell me who it was about." his voice is harsh and your mouth feels dry.
you know you have no option now. even when he's holding your squished cheeks he's able to hear you utter, "you."
his grip from your cheeks loosen. "about?" at your silence his grip gets tighter again, "tell me."
telling him will be more than embarrassing. you know that. you know you'll have to tell him, tsukishima, your bully tsukishima, what it was really about.
your checks are smooshed and your face feels sore from him holding you this tightly for this long. "we were in the bedroom."
it's deadly silent. you see him looking at you, there's no frown on his face or furrowed eyebrows, there's no smirk or smug expression either. he looses his entire grip of your cheeks, he's still holding you but with no force or strength, you could move your head away from him but you don't, still staying where you were.
tsukishima's voice is low but still firm and clear as he asks, "was it good?"
yes.
your eyes are wide and you stop breathing. he waits. you nod your head. "yeah..."
tsukishima takes a deep breath. "you're real idiotic you know that princess?" you flinch at his hurtful words and your lip starts to wobble, you feel the tears that start to fill up your waterline. "you're right to be ashamed." your tears start flowing quickly, dripping down your face and down your neck. he stares at you as you cry.
"have you forgotten what i told you or are you so stupid that you ignored what i said? instead of listening you choose to be a filthy whore and have fantasises. how pathetic." he tells you and it hurts deeply, "answer me."
you don't know how to answer because you don't know if there's anything for you to answer. even though you're still crying and your breathing is still irregular you blubber, "i don't know tsukki! i'm sorry-," you sniffle, "so sorry, i didn't mean to."
he doesn't feel any guilt. "good." you cry more and more. "tell me again how sorry you are for being stupid."
"s-sorry tsukki," you hiccup.
"tell me how sorry you are for saying no," tsukishima demands you.
for the first time in awhile you look up at him, making eye contact. your eyes are red and glassy and he's getting hard just looking at you.
you unconsciously reach out to touch him, your hands weakly clutching his arm. "i don't understand tsukki."
his eyes roll but he softens his voice slightly, "i told you to come back to me when you wanted me. you said no, that was fine, but then instead of you telling me that you changed your mind and that you want me, that you want me to touch you, you didn't say anything and you have a sex dream instead."
your crying comes to a halt. "that's why you're mad?" you cautiously ask quietly.
"why else would i be? i'm not mad either i'm disappointed in you, there's a difference."
your hold on tsukishima's arm becomes tighter, more sure. "i-i'm sorry."
tsukishima leans down to tenderly wipe the remaining tears on your face that are slowly becoming dry, "good girl."
"i'm sorry." you repeat and tsukishima kisses your head.
"can- can i stay at yours tonight?" you ask him quietly and nervous that he'd say no.
he snickers under his breath and then smirks. "you should of asked me that months ago princess." he sits down on the bench next to you and pulls you a bit towarrds him so your thighs are pressed together. "did you take notes for the last class?"
you shake your head, voicing that you don't need them right now, "nnhuh" you mumble and rub your eyes. "kind of tired." crying that much always makes you tired.
"how do you expect to pass like that?" he snaps.
"you'll help me, you said you would before." you reply tiredly.
a smirk creeps on tsukishima's face, his voice lacking any bite that it had, "if you're too stupid and you can't even think for yourself that much that you need my help that bad then just say so."
It never crossed your mind that the man you spouted at the mouth at work was your new boss. Avoiding him at all costs was the best thing to do but now things are getting more complicated. In a sense of a secret you have been keeping to yourself now intertwines with his.
Content
18+, mdni, fem reader, boss!gojo, reader does bottle service on the side, gojo has a secret, readers find out his secret, profanity, semi-public/semi-public self-play, blackmailing, making a compromise, reader wears bunny ears, toys(vibe), anal play, dirty talking, o-denial/multiple o's, creaming/squirting, protected p-in-a (wrap it before you tap it), drooling/saliva mentioned, pet names(reader){bunny, pretty girl, princess, sweetheart} etc. Sparkle dividers @/anitalenia. May have some mistakes in here but I'll be fixing them while it's posted.
Author's Note
It's finished! After two months I finally finished!! 🥲 I hope you all enjoy. I may have went down the rabbit hole with this one but oh well hehehe. Love y'all🩵🩷.
Word Count
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Work was work. Nothing to complain about besides the higher-ups making random visits but all was sane. Even with the small gossip going around about certain co-workers or even the boss you tend to stay to yourself. No need to get yourself mixed in with that sort of nonsense even when certain rumors tickled your funny bone. Your life was about the same with nothing special going on.
So that’s when you decide to take a little side hustle in bottle service. Miles away from your job there was a private underground club for all the millionaires and billionaires to come to socialize. From doctors, lawyers, sport players, CEOs, boxers, and just about anybody with a few stacks would come around.
Every other weekend you would go to show off a little. From serving bottles, having casual conversations, and maybe doing a dance or two while wearing costumes and such. Nothing too revealing but there was nothing wrong with showing a little ass or cleavage from time to time. You weren’t there to have any special relationships. Only to get money and maybe a free drink or two. All was well until you left to go home during the early hours and you received an email from the company. Once you sat down in your car you opened the email.
Good evening fellow employees as of recently with all our evaluations and check-ins a major decision has been made on behalf of the future of the company. Starting Monday morning there will be new leadership in place to uphold the company’s future endeavors. We appreciate that you are on time to get acquainted and welcome them to this new transition. More information will be provided on Monday in the conference room. Thank you.
This was random because you haven’t heard anything bad about your boss as of lately. Then again, you don’t insert yourself in those things so there was that. All you can do is wait until Monday to see what this change is about. Monday seems to come in faster than expected as you rushed through the rotation doors. From your phone deciding not to turn on even when you charged it last night to the sudden traffic jam you were over it. As usual you were going through security and once the security guard returned your bag you headed straight for the elevator.
“Five minutes until I have to clock in and it takes that much time to go up the elevator. Ugh can this day get any worse.” The elevator doors were already open as people walked off so you quickly hopped inside and pushed the button to the tenth floor. As you waited you took a sip of your coffee and looked through your emails. You suddenly felt the elevator stop and the doors opening. Thinking this was your floor you made sure no one was coming. Looking back at your phone you were about to hop off before someone rushed into you. The collision caused your hot coffee to stain your blouse.
“Fuck!” Your blouse wasn’t exactly thick, so the coffee did burn a bit. “Next time watch where you going you dumbass!” That last part wasn’t necessary, but you were too frustrated to the point you’re not in your right mind. You didn’t get a good look at the person as you stormed off but once you turned the corner you released the hallway looked different. The heaviest sigh left your mouth as you released you got off on the wrong floor.
“If the next thing that happens to me has anything to do with ‘job’ and ‘fired’ I’m moving to the Bermuda Triangle.” Irritation was drilling into you by the second when you decided to take the stairs. Your floor was only two flights up so there was no need for you to wait for the elevator. There was nobody around meaning everyone was busy working, unlike you. Once you entered the hallway and double checked to make sure there was no one around you began to walk.
Before you walked into your office you noticed a group of people standing in the front part of the office space. “Great just great. Maybe if I am quiet they won’t see me walking past with this big stain on my shirt.” You rolled eyes and counted to three before you opened the door. So far so good they didn’t notice you but just as you were turning the sharp corner to walk to your space.
“Excuse me miss could you tell us where the main office is?” Looking down at your bag you adjusted it to cover the darkened stain on your shirt. Turning around you looked towards the group and in your most polite voice you answered her question.
“Yes through this door just turn right and it’s the double doors at the end of the hall.”
“Thank you so much. Sir right this way so you can get changed before we introduce you to the company.” Changed? Before you walked to your space you saw a white-haired man grumbling about a stain on his suit. It was a dark spot and the more he rubbed it the more it frizzed the material. The gears in your head started to turn and then it smacked you in the face. If you could shrink into a ball right now you would because the person you bumped into was your new boss. On top of that you called him a dumbass. Double whammy.
You completely forgot about being upset as you are now fearing for your life. You hope he calms down before meeting everyone but there’s no time to waste. As you were walking to your office you remembered that you had some spare clothes in your desk drawer. So much for being an overthinker but this was a dire situation.
Once inside you quickly locked the door and dropped your things on your desk. You didn’t waste time opening your drawer and pulling out the clean shirt. Time felt like it was running out fast as you quickly pulled your shirt over your head and then tried to button up your shirt. Just before you tucked in your shirt there was a knock against the door.
“Meeting in the conference room.”
“Got it” you semi-shouted as you tucked in your shirt. There was no response but that didn’t matter. You wish you could get a look at your outfit but there was no mirror, and your phone was at the bottom of your bag. “I hope look decent” you said to yourself as you made you way out the door. The conference room was only a floor up, so you decided to take the stairs since everyone was piling on the elevator.
When you walked into the conference room everyone was talking amongst themselves wondering what was going on. You thought the mass majority knew. You took the last seat next to the door and you waited like everyone else. It wasn’t long before the woman you spoke to before walked up to the podium. The room quieted down as she stood there waiting to get her words together.
“Good morning I hope we won’t waste much of your time but as of a few evenings ago your former boss is no longer with the company. I will not explain the reasoning as it is not to be discussed under any circumstances. As of today, you all will be under new leadership. Please give a warm welcome to Mr. Gojo Satoru.”
You never got a good look at him before but now you do. He was tall, over 6’0”, for sure. Short white hair that looked a little messy, but it was proper. The thing that was catching your attention was his eyes. The more you looked at them it felt like you could look into his soul, but when he looked in your direction you looked towards the wall.
You never listened to a word he was saying as you just wanted to go back to your office. He made eye contact in your direction, but it wasn’t directly at you. “So far so good” you said in your head. Before long he stopped speaking and the woman from before was back at the podium.
“Thank you Mr. Satoru that was very nice. That concludes this meeting but as of today Mr. Satoru will be in charge of everything and if there are any more changes he sees necessary they will be made accordingly. At this time, you are all free to go back to work. Thank you so much for your time.” Everyone around you started to get up from their seats and move to the exits. You tried to move with the crowd towards the exits. Keyword “tried”.
“Oh, miss would you come here please.” When you turned around the woman was waving her hand for you to come to the front. To make things not awkward you made your way further away from the exits. “Hello again, I didn’t realize who you were earlier and I just want to you to know that your work ethic is marvelous. I couldn’t wait to introduce you to Mr. Satoru.” You wouldn’t praise yourself that highly, but you do your best. She turned to him and she smiled wider than before.
“She is one of the top employees here and I think you two would work great together.” You don’t know if you made a face when she said those words, but you wanted to jump out of the window at that very moment. First you bumped into him and got coffee on his suit, called him a dumbass, and now you’re going to have to work with him. The universe just had to be against you today of all days. You looked in his direction to see him eyeing you up and down as if he was studying you.
The hand that was sitting in his right pocket came forward and he held out to you. You raised your hand to shake it, but when he grabbed your hand you noticed a small smirk at the corner of his mouth. You’re doomed.
For the next few weeks, it has been non-stop work. Of course, you had your breaks but with this new transition and him changing the workflow around you still had to work on your breaks. You didn’t mind at first but then he started to come to your office more often than not. Asking you questions that you had answers to, but others you were clueless. Sometimes he tried to make small talk which felt off. Deep down you think he knows you’re the one he bumped into but at the same time it feels like he doesn’t.
He doesn’t hold any animosity towards you, but you just have that little voice in the back of your mind that he does. Nonetheless most of the time you would walk out of the office to get away because it was taking a huge toll on you. So that became your new routine. You worked as much as you could and if you have a gut feeling he is coming you will leave and go somewhere else. It seems like a childish thing to do but you have never been put in a position like this before so what else could you do? Also, you would notice he would leave his office earlier than usual but that’s none of your business.
Weeks went by and things calmed down a bit but him coming to visit your office never changed. As you looked at the clock on the wall you were counting down the seconds until you could leave. After all this time you haven’t really been bottle serving because you were too tired but tonight you are going. You looked at the clock once again and you couldn’t log out fast enough.
Grabbing your things and walking out the office there were a few of your coworkers still working. You would stay but you want to get out of here as quickly as you could. Once you were out those rotating doors you felt a huge relief leaving your body. A smile grew on your face as you quickly walked down the stairs and down the street to your car. Tonight, he will be the last thing on your mind.
~Five Hour Later~
“Hey, ya forgettin’ something.” The older man slid your tip into the back pocket of your shorts. All you could do was smile as you as you back away from the booth.
“This is why you’re my favorite.” You winked at him and just before you walked away from him he smacked your butt. When you turned back he winked back at you and you could see the scar on the corner of his mouth stretching from his smirk. With a bite of your lip, you started to walk back towards the bar. A little drink wouldn’t hurt after being here for a while. Before you could ask the bartender for something he already put a pretty drink in front of you.
“Wow I didn’t take you for a mind reader.” You giggled as you took the first sip with the straw.
“I’m not. The gentleman back there ordered it for you, and he paid for you to have as many you want.” When you turned around you assumed it was the same man, but when you saw the dark long-haired man hold up his drink. He was another one of your regulars. You mouthed the word ‘thank you’ and held up your drink to him. As soon as he smiled you could feel a tingle go down your spine. It’s a good thing you came by tonight because you were rolling in it. After about an hour you already had three drinks in your system, and you were feeling good.
“This is my last drink for tonight. Make sure to give him the difference before he leaves.” Just before you got off the stool he started to talk to you.
“Well, here’s the thing he already left, and he also said to give it to you.” When the bartender handed you a small envelope and you opened it all you could do was shake your head. Pulling out one of the many hundred dollar bills you handed back to him. He took it with a smile, and you made your way into the crowd.
It wasn’t usually this packed, but your guess is that something special was happening tonight. As you walked up the stairs you were greeted by more of your regulars and they gave you more tips. Once you were done you decided to chill on the balcony. No one is usually here other than the other VIP servers, but it seems you have the whole place for yourself. As you looked down below you saw everybody having a grand time. All you could do was smile because this was needed.
The more you scanned the scene below your eyes saw something not too far from you. From your point of view the white-haired server looked familiar but once they turned to the side it was clear as day. You had to blink twice and rub your eyes to get them to focus as you took another look.
“Is that Mr. Satoru and are those blue glow in the dark star stickers on his nipples?” You really couldn’t get your head wrapped around it. With him being the head of the company with all the money in the world he should be sitting in the VIP not entertaining them. You could barely hold the laughter as you let out small giggles as you stared down at him servicing the group of women.
Now this would top all the rumors you ever heard in your life. That is if you decide to say something and hell maybe you will. You couldn’t get over the sight of watching him flirt and smile at the half-drunk women just fawning over him. As you continued to spy on him your last two brain cells decided not to be drunk. “If he is here and I’m here… ooooh shit.” The fun feeling quickly left your body as quickly as it came. You realized that even with him being here you could lose your job in a heartbeat unlike him.
As you tried to scramble your brain to get sober you heard your name being called from behind you which jump scared you.
“Hey, hey, hey, calm down. Are you okay? Had too many drinks tonight?” You shook your head as now your brain was going haywire trying to figure out a way to get out here. “Hey what’s wrong? You’re panicking like someone is out to get you.”
“I’m-I’m fine but can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“How long has he been here?” You quickly pointed your finger down below to your boss who is now getting his shorts stuffed with dollar bills.
“Oh, him he has been here for a while now. I think he showed up just a few days after you actually. I’m surprised you haven’t seen him since you first came around. He is definitely a charmer. Maybe I can introduce—”
“No!” You shouted but only loud enough for them to hear. Clearing your throat, you spoke softer. “No that won’t be necessary because I’m not feeling well and if I’m coming down with something it’s best I get out of here. I’ll see you later okay.”
You didn’t give them a chance to respond as you quickly squeezed past them to get to the winding staircase. He was just about to move away from the table and walk in your direction before he was cat-called to another table. Your heart never dropped so fast in your life as you managed to get to the backroom to grab your stuff.
Once you got back home you just wanted to crawl into your bed. After tonight you don’t think you’ll be going back to the club ever again. As you got comfortable and took a long well-deserved shower you were ready to hop into bed. Before that you wanted to have a drink of water to help flush the alcohol out of your system. Walking into your kitchen you grabbed a bottle of water but before you could drink it you heard knocking. You paused for a second as the rim of the bottom barely touched your lips.
Nothing happened so you assumed you were hearing things, but the knocking noise happened again. You don’t have to look at the time to know it was too late for someone to be at your door, but the knocking kept going.
“Who could this be at a time like this?” You twisted the cap back onto the bottle and sat it on the counter before you walked towards the door. The knocking was louder now, and it was making your head hurt. When you unlocked the door you opened it quickly.
“I don’t know if you know but it’s late so what is it that you want?” Your eyes were closed as you rubbed your head to relief the throbbing feeling.
“Is that any way to speak to your boss?” The way your eyes shot open was priceless. Looking out the door there he was. Standing there wearing a sweatsuit with tennis shoes. At first you were afraid but then your attitude changed.
“Well, it depends especially when it’s late at night and you aren’t supposed to know where I live.” All you heard was a scoff as he pushed past you and walked inside. “Excuse me what do you think you are doing?” You slammed the door and followed behind him. Stopping in your tracks you watched as he grabbed the bottle off the counter and started drinking it.
“At least you have some hospitality.” His eyes wondered around as he held the bottle to his lips. “Your place is nice for what it is.” Your eyes watched as his lips touched the bottle and watched his Adam’s apple move each time he took a gulp. You would feel some type of way watching him like this, but he has overstepped your boundaries.
“Who in the hell do you think you are? First you walk into my home uninvited I might add, second you drink my water that I didn’t offer you and now you basically just insulted my place. What’s next you want a home cooked meal and a massage?”
“Would be nice.” Anger was starting to rise in your body and you still being a little drunk is not making it any better.
“Mr. Satoru—”
“Just call me Gojo” You huffed as you got closer to him.
“Whatever listen it’s time for you to leave and I mean now. Otherwise, I’ll put you out. The choice is yours Gojo.” He didn’t take too much into you mocking his name like you did but he kept a straight face before he started to chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yeah you. For someone who managed to call me a dumbass and mess up a perfectly good suit I didn’t take you for comedian as well as a klutz.” So, he did knew.
“Okay you know what even though you were the one who bumped into me I apologize. I’ll be glad to pay the dry-cleaning bill for your precious Ken doll suit. Do you have Cashapp or Venmo? Better yet you would want a wire transfer to make it more professional. How does that sound?” The last of the alcohol must have kicked into overdrive because you completely forgotten who you were talking to. He didn’t say anything at first but then started to laugh again.
“Yeah laugh it up but you can take your—” Before you could finish your sentence he turns around to pin you against the counter. Both of his hands grabbed the edge which had you caged between his arms and his body standing close to yours. The scent of his cologne was strong as if he just sprayed on himself only minutes prior. All you could do was hold your tongue and take deep breaths as his eyes were locked in with yours.
“I would choose your next words very carefully.” His face was only inches away and you could smell the spearmint coming off his breath.
“Or what? You’ll fire me?” The chuckle that came from his throat was deep.
“That’s a possibility but let’s not get ahead ourselves. Besides, you know something that could jeopardize my entire career.” The tip of his thumb barely touches the top of your hand as he leaned in closer to your ear. “Funny thing is you are in as much trouble as I am pretty girl. Especially after what you wore earlier tonight.” You were silent as your stiff face was starting to relax.
“Your little attempt to sneak out of the club was a sad one. I recognized you as soon as I saw you serving scar face.” He began to reminisce what he saw before laughing again. The next that happened caught you totally off guard as you felt his hand smack your ass. A moan slipped from your lips and his hand gripped the spot he just slapped. “That’s what a real smack feels like. Remember that.”
You were battling the emotions going through your body. Not knowing if you should be angry, frustrated, or scared but you do feel one thing. Horny. Of course, back at the club the smack then did make you feel a certain way but right now this is different. All you could feel was a throbbing sensation between your thighs and you already knew there was a wet spot in your panties.
“Have anything to say to me now?” You took a deep breath and counted to five before you looked at him.
“What do you want?” Around the both of you want quiet as he stared at you and you stared at him. You watched as he backed away from you and he put his hands in his pockets.
“Don’t worry about that just keep your phone nearby.” He couldn’t be serious but with that look in his eyes you knew the cards were in his hands now. You watched as he walked towards your door and you followed close behind him. Once he was out of your doorway and out of sight you slammed your door.
“How could he… Why would he… Who in the hell does he think he is!” All you wanted was to go to bed but now you are too worked up to lay your head down. Just as you were making your way back to the kitchen for more water your phone started to buzz from your room. “Now what” you said annoyedly. Grabbing another bottle, you walked back to your room and sat down on your bed. When you grabbed your phone to unlock it there was a message from an unknown number.
You weren’t prepared for what you were about to see when you clicked the video. It was a video of you giving a guy with pink hair and face tattoos a lap dance and letting him take Jello shots from your chest. That happened months ago and since then you barely remember what happened that night except for that. You already knew it was him who sent it to you. The thought of tossing your phone against the wall out of anger came to mind but you realized that you don’t have the extra funds for a new one. All you could do was plant your face into your pillows and scream.
“This can’t be happening to me right now. Why me? Why me of all people?” After setting your phone on the nightstand you could feel your body getting heavy and the thought of sleeping sounded so good to you now. Once you pulled back the covers and laid you head down you felt relaxed. Your eyes started to struggle to stay open but then they shut completely.
Days went by after that encounter. At first it didn’t bother you but then you started to get nervous. You barely saw him and when you saw him all he would do is smirk and walk away. One morning you barely got any sleep and contemplated on calling out. Only one problem you would have to talk to him. You quickly toss that idea so now you’re here staring at your computer screen with a blank stare. All you could think about was sleep and every word and number looked like gibberish to you. Even with your mind being tired the throbbing between your legs was strong.
For some reason your mind thought back to what he did that night. When he smacked your ass and with him being so close smelling so good you wished it didn’t stop there. You have to take care of this feeling now and there was only one way to do it.
Reaching down you pulled out a little black box from the drawer. Inside it was a rose gold bullet that may have just enough charge for you to handle your urge. With a small turn to the right, it came alive and was vibrating in your hand. You are so glad you were the only one in your office. Perfect timing to let you rub one out and go about your day. The sound of small whimpers and moans bounced off the walls as you thought about him.
Your legs were starting to shake as your release was at the edge and then it came with you calling out his name. You couldn’t believe yourself as you started to have post-nut clarity. All the men you could’ve think about he had to be the one to get you off. After cleaning off the bullet and taking care of yourself, you put it back in the box then tossed it in your bag.
For the rest of the day, you did your best to get as much done as possible. Triple checking your work to make sure nothing was out of order. You were so happy when you looked away from your computer and noticed it was time to go home. Nothing else was on your mind when you left your office. Not even Gojo. All you wanted to do was sleep and you did just that when you walked into your room and flopped onto your bed.
Hours passed and you didn’t move once as you enjoyed your rest. The sun was finally below the horizon, and the stars were coming out to play still you didn’t move. That is until your phone started to vibrate from your bag. When you begin to wake up everything hits you all at once. You weren’t even drunk and it feels like your body is all out of whack.
The vibrating never stopped as you tried to turn over and fall back asleep which made you cranky.
“Who is calling me?” Your voice was a little hoarse as you grabbed your phone to answer it. “Hello?”
“Aww did I wake you up sleeping beauty? Listen come to the club so we can have a little discussion. Be here in an hour and not a minute later. If you’re late I think posting your little interactions will get good views on YouTube.” He hung up and you sprang up off your bed to get ready.
~One Hour Later~
You made it here in one piece as you are glad you didn’t get a speeding ticket on the way. Once you walked inside you noticed it was crowded. Packed booth to booth and the seats at the bar were filled. You don’t know the special occasion, but you only have one reason to be here. Grabbing your phone from your pocket you saw he hasn’t messaged you yet.
“I’m here so where is he?” Your question was answered when you saw a message pop up on your phone. You knew who it was even though you never put his name in your contacts.
Unknown #: Look up.
When you did you saw him and his pearly whites looking down at you. You felt your phone buzz again and it was another message from him.
Unknown #: You haven’t saved my name in your phone yet? Sheesh, you are going to have to fix that.
You: Or what? You got something else you wanna blackmail me with?
The dots on your phone appeared and disappeared for a few seconds until he responded.
Unknown #: Meet me in the back.
You looked up again to see if he was still there, but he had already disappeared. As you walked through the crowd of people you had a weird feeling in your stomach. Questions floated around in your head that your nearly gave yourself a headache. The door to the backrooms was in your sights and the thought of turning around came to mind. Before you were about to chicken out your hand was already on the hand turning it. The scent of different perfumes and colognes met your nose as you walked through the door. Something that wasn’t unfamiliar to you but looking around you didn’t see him. Your phone buzzed again.
Unknown #: Go through the door.
“Is he toying with me right now?” You sighed heavily as you walked towards the door and opened it. Never have you ever opened this door, so you were expecting a hall closet of some sort, but you were wrong. A long hallway with no other doors besides the one at the very end of the hakl was in your sight. You’re surprised no one else has told you about this but there is no time to dwell on it. Walking down the hallway the music and commotion of the crowd was getting softer and softer. Then it was quiet. Only the sound of your footsteps and your breathing can be heard.
“I got this. Just talk to him see what he wants and then leave.” You took several deep breaths as you knocked on the door, but when your knuckle pressed against the door it opened slightly. Taking a peek through the crack you didn’t see anyone, but you did see a box on a desk. As you opened the door wider you looked around to see no one was around and then walked inside. Since you were closer you could see a little tag on it with your name written on it. “What is he up to?”
When you grabbed the box it didn’t weigh a lot but there was something inside. Taking your time opening the box you didn’t hear the door opening and closing behind you with a certain someone with a smirk on his face. When you opened the box you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. “This must be some kind of a joke.”
“What do you mean?” You jumped back when you turned around to see him with his hands in his pockets. Taking a breather, you calmed down and pointed to the box. He walked closer and stood beside you to take a peek before laughing. “I don’t see nothing wrong with it.”
“What do you mean you don’t see anything wrong with it. It is a pair of pink bunny ears and some heart stickers.” You picked them up and only noticed something odd about them. “Why are there two of them?” He didn’t say much else before he pulled back the tissue paper. When he did you became speechless. Beneath the tissue paper were more erotic things. Pink silk restraints, a pink robe and a vibrator. Not just any vibrator but a wireless one and that alone sent a message to your brain.
“You know you sound so cute when you moan especially when you said my name.” Your heart sank past your stomach when those words left his mouth. You couldn’t give him eye contact as you looked at your feet before turning around and walking a few inches away from the desk. A chuckle came from him as he walked towards you. The feeling of his body just barely touching yours sent signals throughout your brain. You truly don’t know how to feel but seeing him be this comfortable with getting these things for you makes you wonder what he’s into.
“Overwhelmed? Embarrassed? Excited?” The last word he said was in reach of your ear and it made you shiver where you stood. You took a deep breath before you turned around to look at him.
“Look since I have been here we haven’t had any discussion. So, what exactly do you want from me?”
“Well, it goes like this you don’t tell a soul that I work here, and you fulfill a little fantasy of mine. In return I’ll do my part so that your secrets don’t see the light of day. Also, I’ll forget about you calling me a dumbass and ruining my suit. Sounds simple enough.” You took some time to think because of all the things he knows about, especially your little office incident, you want it to stay confidential.
“Fine I’ll do it, but I’m going to add more to it. If at any point I feel uncomfortable I’m free to leave and the deal still stands. You keep your mouth shut and I’ll do the same. Deal?”
“Deal.”
After that moment he gave you some privacy to get yourself comfortable. Turns out the little heart stickers were nipple stickers. They glowed in the dark just like the ones you saw him wearing. You’re surprised they fit over your areolas. For a guy like him he has good taste but it’s probably because of his past experiences he is able to figure a woman out. You were admiring yourself in a body mirror for a few more seconds before you started to tie the robe. A knock came from the door, and you let him know to come in. Before he dimmed the lights to his liking.
“Pink really suits you.” His touch barely grazes your skin, but you still feel it. He moved closer to you with his chest against your back and looked at your reflection in the mirror. The look in his eyes was different. Not of lust or hunger but an admiring type of look. A look that tells you that he sees more than your body but also the beauty you have. You felt his lips touch your neck and you felt your knees weakening. “That’s it bunny. Just relax for me.”
You nearly forgot you were wearing bunny ears as he continued peppering your neck in kisses. His hands found their way to your waist and slid up and down until he brought you close to him. The kisses stopped and you felt his breath in your ear. “Don’t forget to enjoy yourself too.” You felt the tie on your robe loosen and when he looked at your reflection again he started to pull it back. Once the robe was off his hands slowly traced up your body until he cupped your breasts in his hands. He massaged them slowly while using his thumbs to rub across your covered nipples.
A soft sigh left your lips, and you started to grind your ass against his crotch. All he could do was smile before started to kiss your neck and chest. It only lasted a minute before he stopped and pulled you away entirely. You turned around to see him holding the restraints in his hand.
“We are only getting started princess. Now on the couch and face away from me.” He chuckled as he watched you get on the couch. Your ass looked so perfect and with he had in mind he couldn’t wait another second to do it. Before long your felt his warmth return to you. The feeling of the soft silky restraints being tied around your wrists starts to make you feel a feeling you never felt before. His lips once again touched your inner neck, and you know a hickey is bound to be there.
“Oh, one more thing sweetheart.” You’re wondering what he meant until you felt a cloth being pull towards your mouth. You opened your mouth so it can settle between your lips, and he tied it tight enough that it won’t come undone. From your neck on down he continued to peck his was down until he got closer to your ass. You’ve heard of the phrase ‘kiss my ass’ but what he was doing was more than that. More like he was worshipping it. Massaging each cheek in his hands before spreading them open to see all of your glory. Kissing all over and biting certain spots.
When he spread you open again you could feel his breath hitting both of your holes which made them squeeze as a reaction. All you heard was a chuckle before you heard a low buzzing sound coming from behind you. It wasn’t long before you felt it tease along your slit and barely touch your clit. He watched and listened to your reaction.
Seeing you squirm and hearing soft moans through the cloth gag as he pushed the vibe closer. He pulled it away and decided to turn it up higher and started to tease your entrance. Both of you could hear the wet buzzing noises the more he moved it around. It was getting harder to hold in your moans but then you fail when he pushes the vibrator inside you. He smiled as he watched your juices cover it and some of it getting on your inner thighs.
“Won’t you look at that. You only had this thing in you for a few seconds and you’re already dripping on couch. How cute.” He playfully smacks your clit nearly making you squeeze out the vibrator. A few more taps landed on your clit and all he could go was smile. “This needs to stay inside you the entire time.” The pressure from him slowly pushing the vibrator back in nearly sent you over the edge. Your mind was elsewhere until you felt something wet against your other hole. From the motion of it you couldn’t believe it.
‘He can’t be… that’s his... tongue!’ you monologed into your mind. Warm, wet and thick was all you felt as he licked and kissed your hole. This was something you vowed to never experience but with the vibrator dancing between your walls and his tongue you couldn’t resist moaning. He only stopped to laugh as he heard your reaction.
“Enjoying this huh? Well, it’s only going to get better.” He continued his task as he listened to every little whimper and moan fall from your gagged mouth. The vibrations started to change, and it felt like they were getting faster and more powerful. Your ears couldn’t tell if the wet noises were from your pussy or Gojo just tongue kissing your ass. In the end it didn’t matter as your orgasm was getting closer and closer. In between he began to lick your hole and then lick your clit. When you felt his moan against it your eyes started to roll to the back of your eyelids as you could feel it right at the edge and you mindlessly started to rock against his face.
Everything stopped at that moment. The vibrations started to slow down, and his tongue was nowhere on you anymore. Your climax was slipping fast, and it made you irritated. Before you could turn around to see what he was doing you felt a hard smack on your ass. You took a large gasp at the impact but then more followed. The number of times he did it you could barely keep up. Both your holes and your cheeks were throbbing once you felt him stop.
He turned you around and pinned you down on your back until he was hovering over you His hand grabbed your face, so you were looking at his face.
“You naughty girl. Trying to get off by fucking my face nuh-uh that’s not how this works. You’ll cum when I say so and not a second before. If you do then I’ll leave you here all tied up and watch you fall apart as I tease you with that pathetic little vibe inside your pussy. If it dies then I have another one just for you. Do you understand me?”
He grabbed the gag to pull it down and he felt how damp it was. “Drooling huh?” he scoffed. “You really are a freak but all that means is you can match my energy.” His hand began to trace a line downward until he was toying with your pussy.
The tips of his ring and middle finger caressed your clit in small circles collecting your juices the more he rubbed. You knew he could feel it throb in his touch because he was smirking in your face. “Now look into my eyes and answer me.”
“Y-yes Gojo.” Smack. You hissed as you could feel your eyes roll with pleasure.
“Good girl~. Now we can have some real fun.” He pushed you aside letting you fall on your back against the couch so he could get between your legs. You watched him pull his shirt over his head and then toss it to the side. From his pocket he pulled out a condom but just before he was about to open it he got an idea. “Open this for me will ya?” He moved his towards your mouth and let it set between your lips. As you were about to bite down on the corner of the wrapper you would see his hand tugging at his pants.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath which gave you a clear view of his defined v-line and once he pulled it down you could feel yourself drooling again. You bit the corner of the foil, and he moved his hand to pull it towards him. Even with your eyes locked into his in your peripheral vision you could see his cock twitch.
Once the wrapper was torn enough you let go and you watched him pull the condom out. He didn’t put it on right away as in his mind he wanted to tease just a bit more. Seeing that your attention was elsewhere he took his free hand and slowly stroked him. You could feeling your pussy just flutter at the sight. Precum was starting to form at his tip and your mind you wish you could taste it. At the same time, you were sucking on your bottom lip just thinking about it. He stopped jerking off and held his cock in his hand.
He didn’t say anything as he tapped the tip of his cock against your clit. With the vibrator starting up again you could feel your climax building up again. From him tapping his tip precum began to smear over your clit. He moaned as he listened to you whimper and squirm beneath him as he rubbed himself against you.
“Ww-wait don’t do that.”
“Aww what’s wrong? You’re not about to cum are you?” He kept going moving himself back and forth. From the tip and then all the way to the base so you could feel his balls against your clit. He leaned closer and you could feel his breath on you cheek as he speeds up just a little moaning your name softly into your ear. That was starting to send you to the edge. He could tell because your breathing started to change. He kept going. Moaning your name just like you did hours prior when you were getting yourself off. His pace never changed even with him feeling like he was about to cum himself.
“Gojo” you whimpered softly. You felt him jerk slightly but he kept going. “Gojo” you whimpered again. Hearing your voice moan his name was affecting him more than he thought. Even when he heard your voice through your office he could compose himself but having to hear it up close he was starting to fall apart. You started to move your hips in sync with his and his body started to react.
More precum was leaking from him and his body started to shake a little. You knew he told you not to cum but that didn’t apply to him. So, you moved a little faster. He was deep into his own world that he didn’t realize you were moving until he stopped completely. You didn’t stop as your orgasm was getting so close but then you felt him pull away. Just like before when he smacked your ass he started to torment your poor sensitive clit. He didn’t say anything when he let his hand press against it and you moaned louder than before.
You couldn’t hold out any longer and you felt yourself cumming. More than that because you felt yourself getting drenched. He just watched as you squirted all over his hand and the vibrator. When you stopped he didn’t pass the chance to rub his hand from side to side. You arched your back as it was starting to get overwhelming, but it felt so good.
“I took you more as a creamer, but I love a squirter too.” When you felt his hand pull away you finally thought you could take a break. While you relaxed you didn’t see Gojo above you putting the condom on. With your climax subsiding you felt his body on top of yours again, but he leaned in close to your lips. “Sweet bunny look at me.” Your eyes were barely open, but he could still see they were on him. His breath of heavy and his eyes looked the same as yours. “Take a deep breath and relax.” ‘What is he talking about?’ you thought. That’s when you felt something pushing into your other hole.
You gasped as he was slowly pushing his way inside. Luckly the condom was lubed and your juices added extra slip but you never done anal before. Neither has he but the deeper he went the more he had to calm himself. Feeling your ass squeezing him made him almost cum before he was fully in, but he held back. Once he was fully inside he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked into your eyes. In the heat of the moment, he couldn’t wait any longer and kissed you.
His tongue was sliding into your mouth before you could open it, but when it did you couldn’t resist holding back either. His hips were colliding with your ass at a steady pace and each time his upper half would rub against you. It felt too good as you moaned into his mouth which made him moan too. Before he pulled away he took your lip and softly bit into it.
“You feel so good around me. Too fucking good.” As he was speaking he started to move faster and put his hands on the back of your thighs. You can feel everything in your body. The vibrator still going strong combined with his pumps was sending you to paradise. He could barely speak and he moaned and groaned louder the more he fucked into you. Looking down at your speechless expression and he himself feeling the vibrator in your pussy was making him see stars.
The more he fucked the more his mind began to think what it would feel like to fuck your pussy. Looking down at it he could see your juices dripping out pass the vibe and down between the crack of your ass. “So wet and pretty. Wish I could feel it. Want your pussy to make me cum too.” He was speaking out loud and he didn’t care. You tried to respond but when his thumb started to toy with your throbbing bud only nonsense and babbles came out.
“Cum with me. I want you to cum with me.” His cheeks were fully flushed, and his mind was lost in lust. Moving his thumb off your clit he pinched your nipple beneath the sticker. He didn’t stop there as he pulled it off causing you to yelp. “I’m sorry pretty girl. Let me make it better.” His mouth attached to your nipple and your orgasm was tilting off the edge. He moaned, pulled, sucked and even took a nibble leaving a little bite mark. Looking at the other one he took the sticker off too to give it the same treatment. Switching between them when he felt like it.
Your wrists were struggling to get free from the restraints as he continued. Your body couldn’t handle all the pleasure conquering every inch of your body. His strokes started to lose rhythm, and he was pushing as deep as he could. From him thrusting so much he somehow made the vibrator get pushed deeper and that’s when you moaned the loudest you ever had. The overstimulation hit you hard as you started to squirt again and squeeze around the vibe and him. He held onto you and stopped. With your nipple still in his mouth, he pushed deep and released everything.
Cum began to fill the condom and it only added more pressure making you shake. Below him he felt wetness and then the vibrator being pushed out. When he leaned up he detached from you leaving multiple spit lines and then his spit slowly slid down your breast. The vibrator was completing out covered in your clear and white essence just as much as your pussy, inner thighs and ass. As he began to pull himself out he could feel how heavy the condom was and when he was free it nearly came off.
His mind was still drunk with pleasure as he wished he didn’t wore it and wondered what he would feel like to have it all inside you. As he pulled off the condom his eyes never left your body and you took deep shallow breaths. He tied the condom and tossed in into a small bin to the side of the couch before he grabbed another one from his pocket and rolled it onto his still harden cock.
“C’mon pretty girl open your eyes.” He hovers above you smiling from ear to ear as he took in the sight of you. “I’m not through with you yet” he whispered into your ear. The vibrations to your clit were low but it was intense to your sensitive clit. Then you felt both of your holes being spread open all at once which made you gasp loudly as you already felt another orgasm was on the rise. “This will be our little secret. Okay?” Your thighs shook as he slowly circled your clit with his fingers enjoying the sight of you falling apart.
“Y-yy-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Y-yes Gojo.” You’ll probably never get over his smile after tonight, but you can’t say you didn’t enjoy yourself. The feeling inside your body was starting to get overwhelming once more as he started thrust his hips once again.
Warnings: cursing, use of pet names, an insane amount of smut, dubcon (cuz sex pollen), unprotected sex (p in v), oral (F receiving), masturbation (F).
"Would you please be careful?" you snapped.
Your partner froze and offered you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, doc. I wasn't paying attention."
"I noticed," you huffed. "There are any number of things in here that could kill us, so tread lightly."
"Maybe I should wait here."
You glanced in his direction and nodded. "You know what? Good idea. Stay there and don't touch anything."
You continued on through the dusty lab, hoping to find at least one working computer, but after 20 minutes, it seemed hopeless. Every computer had been destroyed and most of the paper files had been shredded or burned. All that remained was hundreds of glass vials filled with various liquids and gases that did gods-only-knew what.
"I'm starting to think this might be a burn and run," you called back to Bucky--still standing where you'd left him on the other side of the lab.
"If we blow this place, is there gonna be a toxic cloud?"
You shot an annoyed look in his direction. "I said 'burn', James, not 'blow'. We're not blowing up a lab filled with unknown chemicals and biological agents."
"Right, yeah." He looked at the ground, feeling slightly embarrassed. He always seemed to make a fool of himself in front of you and he hated it. He never wanted to be the fool, especially around you.
Your well-trained eyes scanned the room again before falling on a secured biological containment chamber. You knew that would be the best option for storing items for burning. All you'd need to do was get all the bio vials into the chamber and light it up.
You crossed the room to the chamber, feeling Bucky's eyes following you. He hated being in a position where he felt like he couldn't protect you, but he was out of his element here. As the resident hazardous materials expert, this was your area of brilliance.
You grumbled in annoyance when you noticed the lock on the containment chamber was activated. You were familiar with this particular model, and if you were lucky, these Hydra assholes hadn't been smart enough to bother changing the code. You input the pin, silently crossing your fingers, a smile spreading across your face when you heard the distinct sound of the mechanism unlocking.
You lifted the hood slowly, hoping to find the chamber empty. You had a momentary thought that you and Bucky should be wearing appropriate PPE, but the thought occurred to you too late.
A sound of surprise escaped your lips as a puff of sweet-smelling pink dust blew into your face from inside the cabinet. The tactical suit and gloves you were wearing did nothing to protect your respiratory system from the unknown substance.
The dust seemed to dissolve almost instantly, fading into nothingness before you could even alert Bucky to the hazard. He, of course, had heard your surprised gasp, thanks to his super soldier hearing.
"Doc? Everything okay?" he called worriedly.
"Not sure," you replied. "I, uh, I got hit in the face with some pink dust...and I'm willing to bet it's not fairy dust."
Bucky's blood ran cold. "Pink dust?"
"Yeah, smelled like some kind of super sweet candy--or those sugary wine coolers I drank in college."
Any color that remained in Bucky's face quickly drained. "Look at me."
His tone was so firm, it frightened you. Bucky normally joked around with you, but you could hear the fear in his voice and it scared you more than anything else.
You turned to face him and his expression confirmed your fears. "Do you know what it is?"
Bucky nodded. "I think so, but we won't know for sure for at least 30 minutes, possibly longer."
"Am I going to die?" your voice was so soft--so small--that even he almost didn't hear it.
"Not if I can help it."
When your eyes met his piercing blue orbs, he could see the terror reflected in them. He wanted to go to you, help you, but he knew he couldn't--not if you still had even the slightest trace of the dust on you.
"You need to rinse off before we get out of here," Bucky said calmly. "If it's what I think it is, then I can't get that stuff anywhere near me."
"Why? What'll happen?"
Bucky's gaze didn't quite meet yours. "I will tear you apart and not even realize it."
His words cut you like a knife. You knew deep in your soul Bucky would never hurt you, but if this substance could turn him into a wild animal, you wondered what the hell it was going to do to you.
You'd spotted a decontamination area when you'd first entered the lab, so you slowly made your way there, careful to avoid getting anywhere near Bucky.
Bucky radioed in to Sam to give him an update on the situation. You heard him describing what had happened and asking for another team to be sent in to destroy the facility.
You stood under the spray of the shower head and let the water pummel your skin. The pressure was almost painful, but you knew it was necessary to ensure the substance was no longer on your skin. You'd inhaled it, so you were screwed, but there was no reason for Bucky to be too.
After several minutes, you felt comfortable saying you were clean. You just wanted to get the hell out of this lab and back home.
You voiced as much to Bucky, but he shook his head slowly. "You're not gonna make it all the way home, (Y/N)."
You didn't like Bucky's use of your first name in this context...he always called you 'doc', and the change made you feel like death was around the corner.
Your face must have given away your fear because he continued. "I just mean you won't make it home before the symptoms start. Once they do, you won't want to be around anyone."
"So what do we do?"
"Safe house. It's our only option."
You groaned inwardly. You had zero desire to stay in that drafty little cabin another night, but you trusted Bucky's instincts, so you simply nodded.
Bucky was quick to usher you back to the quinjet, filling you in on his conversation with Sam. "He'll send in another team in full Level A hazmat gear. They'll take care of the place."
"Okay."
"You alright, doc? How you feelin'?"
"I feel fine so far. Just moderately terrified."
"Don't be. You're gonna be fine."
You wanted to believe him--really you did--but there was something in his voice that made you question if he even believed it.
By the time the jet touched down by the cabin, 25 minutes had passed since the moment of infection. Bucky still hadn't told you what you were dealing with and it was driving you insane.
You followed Bucky into the cabin and watched him drop his bag on the floor. He turned to look at you, eyes clearly sizing you up, checking to see if you were okay.
"Just tell me," you whispered--somewhere between a plea and a demand.
He sighed deeply. "How do you feel?"
You closed your eyes and took mental stock of your body, seeking anything out of the ordinary. "I feel hot, but that could just be the anxiety."
"How hot?"
"I don't know, like feverish, I guess."
Bucky groaned and the sound sent a wave of need through your body--a need that shocked you to your very core. This was absolutely not the time for your stupid crush to rear its head.
"Please don't hit me, okay? I'm just gonna touch your hand."
"Why would I hit you?" you asked a second before his flesh hand met yours. The feeling was pleasant and it warmed you from the inside out, until he removed his hand. You inhaled sharply as an intense pain you couldn't describe shot through you.
Bucky jerked his hand away, his worst fears confirmed. "I know what it is."
"Please," you whimpered.
"It's a biological agent Hydra developed when their attempts to make a useable super soldier serum failed. It was designed to induce a euphoric sexual state that would result in agony and possible death if penetrative sex was not performed and an orgasm was not achieved."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Hydra believed they could create super soldiers the old fashion way--by breeding them. Sprinkle some of the magic dust on a super soldier and he'd fuck his way through a room full of women without a single care for their well-being. They called it 'sex pollen'."
Your breathing was labored as pain began to spread through your body. You tried desperately to ignore it and focus on Bucky's words. "What happened?"
Bucky couldn't look at you as he responded softly, "None of the women survived the mating process."
You realized now what he'd meant back at the lab. You didn't really want to know, but you found yourself asking the question anyway, "Did they do it to you?"
Bucky closed his eyes, desperately trying to push the dark memories back down. "Yeah. They did."
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
Bucky shook his head, banishing the memories. "It doesn't matter. What matters now is how we handle this."
"If the sex pollen had that kind of effect on a super soldier, what's it gonna do to me?"
"I imagine it's going to be significantly worse for you if you don't...umm--if you don't reach climax."
"So I have to orgasm? Seriously?"
"I wish it were that simple."
Before you could respond, you doubled over in pain, an agonized groan escaping your parted lips.
Bucky rushed to you without thinking and laid his hands on your arms. You let out a pained whine and he pulled away, suddenly remembering what was happening.
"It feels like my skin is on fire," you cried.
"I know, doll. I know."
It was killing Bucky not to be able to help you. He was your protector in every situation, but he couldn't protect you from this. He knew exactly what kind of hell you were in for and it nearly broke him.
The waves of pain subsided and you were able to pull yourself upright. "Well this is fun," you mumbled.
"It's gonna get worse, (Y/N). Much, much worse."
"That's comforting, Buck. Thank you."
He gave you a sad look. "You can't do this alone."
"What do you mean?"
"The pollen was designed to force the creation of life...the only way to alleviate the pain is to give the pollen what it wants."
Your brain had become too muddled to understand what he was saying. "Plain English, Buck. Please."
"You, uh, you have to have sex."
"So you're saying I can't just masturbate this away?"
Bucky shook his head. "You have to have sex and your partner has to umm--ejaculate inside you."
Another wave of pain raked its claws through your skin, but you managed to stay upright this time. "What happens if I don't?"
You saw the look of sadness on Bucky's face and you knew you wouldn't like his answer. "You'll die."
"Well, fuck." You winced, reaching out to grab the back of the couch for stability. The pain was only increasing and you knew it was a matter of time before you couldn't take it any longer. "How sure are you that I'll die?"
"I mean, I don't know any regular humans that survived contact with the pollen. They were used as test subjects during its creation."
"I swear, Hydra gets more disgusting every time I learn something new."
Bucky was dying to help you. Seeing you in pain was agonizing for him and he knew his pain paled in comparison to yours. He would do anything for you--all you need do was ask.
"I'm gonna try waiting it out," you said firmly.
"What?" Bucky said, shock evident in his tone.
"I'm sure as hell not gonna force you to fuck me, Bucky. So I'm gonna wait it out."
"(Y/N), you're not forcing me to do anything. I'm offering to help. I don't want you to die."
You shook your head. "I'd rather die than force you into this."
"I'm offering--"
"Don't," you snapped. "No matter what you say, I'm going to feel like I'm forcing you to do something and I can't deal with that. So please, let me try to handle this alone."
Bucky knew for a fact he could overpower you with ease, especially when you were in such a state. He could make the pain stop and you would be glad for it in the moment. But he couldn't do it. He would never ever hurt you like that, even if it meant watching you die. It just wasn't something he was capable of.
"Okay, doll."
You could tell he didn't want to agree, but you were glad he wasn't arguing. All you wanted to do was tear your clothes off and try to find some sort of relief. The fire burning under your skin was intensifying by the second.
"I'm gonna take a cold shower and lock myself in the bedroom. Please stay out here."
Bucky simply nodded. He wanted to sit on this couch and listen to the sounds of your pain about as much as he wanted to get shot in the face. But he respected you too much to ignore your wishes.
You dragged yourself into the bathroom and stripped down to nothing before climbing into the cold shower. The frigid water seemed to help at first, but you discovered the effects were short-lived.
You leaned your head against the cold tile and let out a pained sob. You wanted the pain to stop so badly, but you didn't want to involve Bucky. You couldn't. Bucky was your closest friend and partner. His was the relationship you valued most in life and you wouldn't risk it for anything. It didn't matter you were in love with him. It didn't matter you'd wanted him from the moment you'd laid eyes on him. What mattered is you knew he didn't feel the same.
Bucky had a new girl in his bed several times a week. You were pretty sure you'd never seen the same girl twice in the three years you'd known him. Each one was a tall, blonde, model-thin, gorgeous woman. You didn't check a single one of those boxes. You didn't think Bucky was shallow, he just had a type. He was one of the hottest men you'd ever seen, so it only made sense for him to be with the hottest women.
You didn't think you were ugly, by any means. You just weren't his type. You were shorter, very curvy, girl-next-door average. You'd accepted it long ago and vowed to never tell him how you felt for fear of jeopardizing your friendship. Your current situation was as close as you could get to your biggest fear and you weren't willing to risk it. You loved him too much to lose him entirely. Even if he insisted he was willing to help, you knew he would come to regret it. Things would be awkward between you and eventually your friendship would come to an end.
"Not worth the risk," you muttered to yourself.
The cooling effects of the shower had long since worn off, so you turned off the water and grabbed a towel. As you wrapped it around your body, you found it was too small to cover everything and the scratchy material was painful against your overly sensitive skin.
You dropped the towel to the ground and opened the door a crack. "Bucky?"
"Yeah, doll?"
"Um, the towel hurts my skin, so um...please don't look while I walk to the bedroom."
Bucky inhaled deeply, calming himself. Sure, he wasn't impacted by the pollen, but the fact that your naked body was a few feet away from him certainly did.
"I'll close my eyes."
You tentatively opened the door and peeked out. You could see Bucky sitting on the couch, eyes closed as promised. You quickly rushed from the bathroom to the open bedroom door, shutting it behind you. In your haste to get out of sight, you neglected to lock the door.
You nearly collapsed onto the bed, the need to feel some relief the only thing on your mind. Normally, you would have been embarrassed to even consider touching yourself when Bucky was so close by, but this was an extreme circumstance. You mentally told yourself you needed to be quiet at the very least, given his excellent hearing.
You tried to get as comfortable as you could, but it was impossible. The only parts of your body that didn't ache were the ones you were actively touching. You slipped your dominant hand between your legs and felt another wave of embarrassment hit when you felt just how wet you were.
The moment your fingers brushed between your folds, you let out a loud moan. You slapped your hand across your mouth and hoped Bucky mistook the sound for one of pain.
Bucky was breathing heavily as he sat on the couch less than 10 feet from the bedroom door. He could hear every tiny little sound you made, even as you desperately tried to stay quiet.
He knew he shouldn't be turned on by those sounds--not when you were experiencing something so awful--but he couldn't help it. He'd dreamed of hearing you moan for him a hundred times before. It took all his will-power to not bust down that door and give you what you needed.
You let out a particularly obscene moan and Bucky had to stifle his own. His cock strained against his pants and he hated himself for being turned on. He tried to tell himself it wasn't his fault--he'd wanted you for years--but he couldn't shake the feeling of shame.
Ten minutes went by and the sounds coming from the bedroom continued. Bucky gripped the back of the couch with all his strength, determined to not give himself even a modicum of pleasure from this.
Another five minutes passed and he heard you let out a pained sob. His heart skipped a beat and he listened closely for any more noise. He heard the distinct sounds of you crying and his resolve broke. He immediately went to your door and knocked.
"Doll? You okay?"
"It hurts so much," you whimpered.
He leaned his forehead against the door. "I know, sweetheart. Please let me help you. Please."
He could hear you writhing around on the bed, whimpers of pain reaching his ears and making him tear up.
"I can't--it didn't work," you cried. "I'm so hot--it hurts."
"Please, baby," Bucky begged. He placed his hand on the doorknob, dying to turn it and get to you.
"Bucky," you whimpered.
The pain in that one simple word made his decision for him. He turned the knob and was surprised to find the door unlocked. He opened the door a crack, but kept his eyes away from the bed.
"Let me help you," he pleaded again.
Your eyes roamed his gorgeous figure and you let out a choked sob. Nothing else mattered in that moment--all you could think about was him.
"Make it stop," you begged him.
Bucky's eyes snapped open, meeting yours in a desperately hungry look. He didn't say a word, didn't even allow his brain to process the deeper meaning of what he was about to do. You'd asked him to help you--to stop the pain--so that was exactly what he was going to do.
He stripped out of his tactical suit as fast as possible, leaving himself in his boxer briefs, cock straining to be set free.
You reached out a hand to him and he went to you without a thought. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over you as his eyes scanned your face.
"Are you sure about this, doll?" he asked softly.
"I need you," you whimpered back.
Those three little words shattered the sliver of resolve he'd had left. His lips met yours in a hungry, devouring kiss--all teeth and tongue. His hands latched onto your soft curves, touching every inch of skin he could reach.
Everywhere he touched felt like ice against your burning skin. The sensation both incredible and painful all at once. Whatever bit of shyness or insecurity you had was wiped away by the sheer intensity of it all.
Bucky's lips attacked your neck, your jaw, your collarbone--nipping and sucking bruising marks into your skin. While it felt good, it wasn't nearly enough.
"Need more."
Bucky nudged his knee between your legs to spread them wider for him. "I know, baby. I know."
He quickly descended down to your aching core, blowing hot air against it in a teasing manner. You whined and scratched at his scalp, reminding him this was not the time for teasing.
He flicked his tongue between your pussy lips, seeking out your clit immediately. The second his tongue brushed against it, you cried out in pleasure--the first real feeling of relief you'd had since you'd been infected.
Bucky smiled to himself as he settled in to properly feast on your pussy, reveling in the essence of you against his tongue, invading all of his senses.
You gripped his hair in one hand and the sheet in the other, gyrating wildly as Bucky ate you with abandon. The pleasure was blinding, but you could still feel the undercurrent of raging fire flowing through your veins.
Bucky seemed to instinctively know exactly what you enjoyed, following your body like he had a roadmap to your pleasure points. He sent you over the edge with ease three times before finally coming up for air.
You reached for him, still hungry for more. "Bucky."
"I'm here, baby." He kissed you deeply, hands gripping your hips tightly. He wanted to take his time with you, but he knew he couldn't--you needed more from him and you needed it now.
He was quick to discard his underwear before lining himself up with your entrance. His cock nudged against your aching hole and you both moaned.
"Please, please, please, please..." you begged.
Bucky knew what you needed and he wasted no time sheathing himself inside of you. You cried out in pain as his cock stretched you more than you'd ever experienced before. The pain quickly subsided into pleasure and the pollen seemed to sense its purpose was near.
You felt a surge of need and you begged him to fuck you. "I need it, please, Bucky."
"I've got you, sweetheart." He began to thrust gently, trying his best not to hurt you. The sensations began to overwhelm him as much as they were overwhelming you, prompting him to move faster--losing himself in the feeling of you.
"Fuck, baby. You take my cock so well."
Your pussy fluttered in response, a soft whine escaping your lips.
"Best pussy I've ever had. So tight and wet for me. Made for me, weren't you?"
You nodded rapidly, not really registering what he was saying.
"How many times you think I can make you cum, baby? Six? Seven? Think the pollen can get you there?"
Your eyes widened at his words. Unsure if that was possible even with pollen.
Bucky grinned down at you. "I think I can get seven. Bet this pussy will give me whatever I want, won't she? Gonna make my girl scream my name all night long."
You felt the coil in your belly snap as another orgasm rushed through you. You clung to Bucky, a string of profanity spilling past your lips.
Bucky didn't let you come down from it before pushing your body towards another orgasm. He wanted to feel you gripping his cock like this as long as possible--especially since he might never feel it again.
"Baby, you feel so good," he murmured, placing soft kisses to your face. "Love the way you're squeezing me."
"Feels so good, Bucky," you moaned.
"Fuck, been wanting to hear you say that for so long. Needed to be inside this tight little pussy so badly. It's better than I ever imagined."
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wanted to ask what he meant--if he'd really imagined it, but you were too far gone to articulate a coherent thought.
As another orgasm crashed into you, you momentarily wondered if it was possible to die from overwhelming pleasure. You'd been in so much pain for so long and the sudden change to blinding pleasure was incredible. It was unlike anything you'd ever experienced.
"How many more can you give me, sweetheart?"
"Wanfeelcum," you mumbled incoherently.
"What was that, baby? Too fucked out to speak?"
"Wanna feel you cum, Bucky," you begged.
He was already so close to the edge he nearly lost control at the sound of your voice. But if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want this to end. He was scared if he came, if he gave you what you needed, then you'd be satiated and it would all be over.
"Need to feel you cum on my cock at least one more time, baby."
You whimpered, but nodded your consent.
Bucky picked up the pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You weren't sure whether it was the pollen or his skill, but you went flying over the edge of blinding pleasure with an intensity you'd never experienced. You screamed his name as the waves crashed over you, pussy gushing juices as you squirted all over his cock and abdomen.
"Fuck yeah, baby. So fucking sexy..." he murmured. "Gonna fill you up. Give you what you want."
"Want your cum," you begged.
"That's right, pretty girl. Gonna give you my cum. Fill up this sweet pussy till you're stuffed."
"Yes, Bucky! Please!"
Bucky's hips stuttered as he came, filling your pussy with ropes of warm cum. Bucky kept thrusting slowly as he whispered your name into your skin over and over like a prayer.
Slowly, the haze created by the sex pollen began to fade, leaving you completely blissed out. Awareness of what you'd done began to creep in, but the feel of Bucky's weight on top of you kept you in the moment.
He finally slowed to a halt, but his lips were still pressing into your hot skin. After several more moments, he raised himself up just enough to kiss you sweetly, making sure you felt his adoration.
The moment he rolled off you, the full weight of what you'd done hit you like a ton of bricks. If your body would have cooperated, you would have turned over onto your side, curled up in a ball, and cried.
Bucky felt the sudden shift in your demeanor and he felt his heart clench in his chest. "(Y/N/N)..."
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
Surprise lit up his face. "What?"
"I shouldn't have done that--I'm so sorry."
"I'm gonna stop you right there." He sat up a little so he could look down at your face. You wouldn't meet his gaze, but he continued anyway. "Don't you dare think for a single second that I did something I didn't want to do. You were in pain and I couldn't let that stand. I would do anything for you, (Y/N). Anything. I don't regret it and I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Your eyes finally raised to meet his and you saw nothing but honesty in his gaze. You knew he cared about you, but you were still worried you'd crossed a line neither of you could come back from.
Bucky stared at your face, taking in just how incredibly beautiful you were. He was trying to commit it to memory--never wanting to forget any bit of it.
"Thank you," you whispered.
Bucky shook his head. "You don't have to thank me, doll. Like I said, I wanted to." He paused for a moment, a silent war raging inside of him. He seemed to make a decision and once he did, the words just flowed from his mouth. "I mean it, (Y/N). I've wanted to for years--wanted you for years. I never wanted it to happen like this, but fuck baby...here we are. I would do anything you asked of me, okay? I'll rip my own heart out and light it on fire if you ask me to. So if you ask me to pretend this never happened, I will, but I need you to know I don't want to. I want to make love to you over and over again, hear you scream my name, watch your beautiful face as you fall apart for me...I want you. I will always want you."
You were completely breathless by the time he stopped talking. The words coming out of his mouth weren't what you'd ever expected to hear. "You want me?"
"I've always wanted you. Every part of you. Inside and out."
"What about all the other women?"
"What?"
"The ones you bring home all the time."
He touched your face gently, turning your head to look at him directly. "They're fine for a night, but they're not you. They were a poor substitute for the woman I really wanted, but couldn't have."
"Bucky..."
He looked a little crestfallen, mistaking your tone for rejection. "It's okay if you don't feel the same--"
Your hand gently pressed against his lips, shutting him up instantly. "If I could move properly, I would have kissed you to shut you up."
His eyes lit up and a small smile played on his lips.
"Of course I feel the same. Of course I want you. I only pushed you away tonight because I didn't want to lose you. I was afraid you would regret it."
He leaned down so he was inches away from your lips. "Oh sweetheart, I could never regret anything to do with you."
Your lips curled up in a sweet smile. "Really?"
"Mhmm."
"Buck?"
"Hmm?"
"Any chance we can make love? I wanna be in the moment...really in it."
"Right now?" he asked in surprise.
You nodded.
His lips met yours in a loving kiss. "I'm more than happy to oblige."
You grinned as he rolled back on top of you, lips pressing against yours hungrily.
"I'll make love to you as many times as you want. Whatever you want, I'll give you. Just ask."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
You smirked slowly. "Then I might have some ideas..."
"Oh really?"
"Oh yes." You pulled his face down to yours to whisper some of your inner desires into his ear.
"My god," he murmured. "You're gonna be the death of me."
You laughed lightly and he joined in before pulling you in for a passionate kiss, dead-set on giving you everything you wanted and more.
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“Hey. Look at me mamas.” Ony murmurs into your ear, so sweetly. Too sweetly, especially for the way his dick is curving up into your gummy walls, but you listen, looking in the floor length mirror in front of you, watching how sinfully delicious he looks to you. “Onyy— fuck, i can’t” Your whines echo around the room, your head drooping slightly.
He grabs your face by your chin, gently peppering kisses, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment, as he pounds up into your dripping cunt. "Yes you can mama, this is your dick. Take it." You swear you were gonna die when he grinned so deviously at you in the mirror, the way he lowered those pretty eyes of his at you, the way his touch has you writhing under him.
You’ve been sitting on his lap in front of this damned mirror for almost an hour, looking at him bouncing you up and down by the hips, orgasm after orgasm, and he wants you to keep looking at him?
Ony's tip was reaching spots in you that you didn't even know existed, brushing up against your cervix, eliciting moans and pants from your mouth. He nips at your neck, hand leaving your chin, snaking around to your clit, rubbing circles around the puffy folds. "Baby, Ony— ouhhh please" You could feel his slender fingers on your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle.
"Please what? Use your voice pretty girl." He looks up at the mirror, watching his dick piston in and out of your pussy, and all you could do is drool. “Haah— stop teasing me please.” The moan that ripped out of your throat was pure bliss, and before you could even say it, you were squirting over his digits, some of it even splattering on the bottom of the mirror in front of you two.
The clear, warm arousal of yours had him fucking into you like a madman. Ony’s grip on your hip tightened as you spasm slightly, his fingers dripping. While he had your attention on him in the mirror, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of them. “Taste so fucking good mamas, need to eat you next time.” And again with that sexy gaze of his, looking directly at you this time as you nod lazily.
The way he was digging into you so deep had you damn-near screaming his name, pussy squeezing his length like a vice, milking him for all he’s got.
“Mhm mhm baby. Look at me, do what I told you, look at me.” He croons into your ear, the hand that’s not already holding you by your hips and slamming you down onto him, wraps around your torso, massaging your lovely breasts, as you come undone again.
Your moans come out wantonly, and you’re nothing but a drooling, sticky mess for him, it almost makes him wonder if it’s because you can everything in mirror? Doesn’t matter, with the way he’s filling you so good and fucking you so fast, you’re seeing stars and panting.
It’s interesting though, the way your face contorts in pleasure in the mirror to his ministrations, the way your thick thighs jiggle when you bounce on him, the tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your back arches so sinfully, it’s too much.
And all it does is make Ony groan, and lean down to capture one of your tears on his tongue. “C’mon mama, just one more. You think you can do that f’me?” He speaks, trying so sweetly to coax another orgasm out of you.
It takes almost all the power you have to find an orgasm in you, but you don’t have to do much with how attentive he is to you and your needs. Massaging and toying with your nipples, whispering praise in your ears, pushing all your buttons, just to see his pretty girl cum again, and you do. You come absolutely undone on his dick, a pretty, creamy white ring of your arousal at the base of his cock, all the while, he slows his thrusts, having cum into you more times than you both could count.
By the time the both of you have came to your senses, he finally pulls out of your pretty, fat pussy. Watching as dribbles of cum spill out of you, kissing your neck once again. “See, I knew you had one more in you, good job mama.” He murmurs into your panting skin, side-eyeing you in the mirror, and how you tremble slightly, looking like a deer in headlights, massaging your sore thighs, admiring the fat of them.
Too tired to do anything but nod and stick a lazy thumb up, you slump on his chest, relishing in how warm he is. Ony doesn’t bother with clean up right now, he’ll do it sometime later, all he currently cares about is getting you into bed, especially with the way you just fell asleep on him. He picks you up from the small of your back and the back of your knees, bridal-style, before getting off the edge of the bed.
Flicking off the main lights in your shared bedroom, leaving the ambient lights on, he climbs into bed, setting you down and covering you up, holding you as you both wind down, petting your head softly, and smoking a blunt before going to bed.
That dick really fucked his pretty girl to sleep.
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You’d been living for more than 1,000 years. You’d seen all types of people come and go, and only a select few left a lasting impression on you. But he was different. He knew you were dangerous, that you sometimes killed men just because. Yet, he wouldn’t leave you alone. You admit you were impressed, no man dared to stay in your presence long after find out who—what— you were. He’d get jealous, his feeble human emotions getting the best of him when you’d bring a kill back to your castle (you long stopped kicking him out when he’d just return to your doorstep) and you’d always remind him of his place. You two eventually found a happy medium; he’d find men for you so you wouldn’t spend too much time luring them and he’d do the clean up. You thought it was cute, that he wanted all your attention. When he comes to you on the eve of his 26th birthday, practically begging to be kept, to be turned…how could you say no?
