you got him good, heāll admit. hiding your face, occasionally wearing wigs on stream like youāve dyed your hair, not often bringing up your personal life unless itās silly, menial anecdotes.
kento wouldāve never known it was his pretty little secretary fucking herself on live twice a week and not some random girl who looked similar, had he not ran his annual background check and found your email linked to that porn account.
a rookie mistake, truly.
ādirty girl,ā he grunts, one thick hand pressing right into the small of your back, keeping your squirming form bent over his desk. āhaving a side job like that...ā
your already-short skirt is rucked up and over your ass, the fabric of your pantyhose and black panties torn to shreds as kento bullies his cock into you.
and, god, youāre just as soft and warm and tight as he imagined, walls clamping down on him and sucking him in like a black hole. no matter how many times youāve fucked yourself on your fingers or dildos, itās nothing in comparison to the feeling of your boss stuffing you full.
just big and girthy ā a monster of a cock on a man that youād thought was average. it stretches you out, forces your insides to mold to the perfect shape of him and leaves you keening, nails biting into the wood of the desk.
ādo i not pay enough?ā kento delivers a swat to your tender cheek, and you jolt, another glob of slick gushing around his length. āis the work i give you too demanding? are you thinking about quitting?ā
as if heād ever let you do that.
you frantically shake your head, a moan crumbling in your throat with a particularly hard thrust. ān-no, ungh!ā
he frowns, tilting his head to the side, and those thin wire glasses slip down the high bridge of his nose. āso whatāā smack! ācouldāve possibly provoked youāā smack! āto fuck yourself on camera for others to see, hm?ā smack!
a sob claws its way free, and every harsh spank against your ass sends a delicious tingle to your messy cunt, one that has your eyes sliding all the way back in your skull.
how can your boss, someone so reserved and cordial, be so... cruel?
but, fuck, if it doesnāt get you soaking wet, and kento knows that too, can hear every lewd, wailing squelch of your pussy. sounds even better in person, he thinks.
āmmngh, iā iām sorry!ā an apology you both know is halfhearted. āpleaseee, sir!ā
... sir?
oh, that makes his cock throb, and you can feel every pulse like itās in time with his heartbeat. that honorific has always sounded so sweet coming from you normally, but now? with your voice hoarse and breathy and whiny?
itās fucking heaven.
(but he doesnāt miss how you avoided the question.)
kento ups his pace to something brutal, a relentless in-out, in-out, in-out that snatches the air from your lungs and the sense from your mind.
āy-youāve been fucking with me,ā he snarls, low and mean. āacting like some simple corporate girl by day just to slut yourself out online at night. cominā in here with short skirts that barely pass the dress code a-and low-cut blouses. hahā if i didnāt know any better, darling, iād say you wanted me to... to find out.ā
maybe you did. maybe you knew who anonworkaholic was all along, maybe you used that specific email to make your account on purpose, maybe you came just a little harder during streams because you knew kento was watching, was fisting that heavy cock and cumming right along with you.
so what?
it worked, right?
your lack of a proper response (moans and pants donāt count, after all) tells kento everything he needs to know, along with the helpful noises from your weak hole.
āo-oh, i know she did,ā kento coos, and it takes you far too long to realize heās not talking to you. āknow she wanted me to see her on camera, rubbing that needy clitāā his hand slips between the two of you and does just that, swirling quick, decimating circles, āā and whining like she was, mm, in heat.ā
your orgasm sneaks up on you, blinding and beautiful, every nerve in your body on fire. your sloppy pussy spasms around his girth, a broken mewl of his name leaving your open, drooling mouth as you drench his desk and whatever paperwork thatās been pushed to the floor.
āf-fuck, nanami!ā
his pupils are blown, pitch-black practically engulfing all of that typical soft brown as he watches your body tremble. you sound so pretty, look so pretty, are so pretty.
itās a miracle kento pulls out in time to spurt thick ropes of cum all over your back with a long groan, lashes fluttering while his balls empty themselves. this is the hardest heās cum in a while, but itās like they say: nothing compares to the real thing.
everything in his office is a mess ā documents ruined, desk slick and marked by your nails, chair knocked onto the ground, paperweight shattered. yet he grabs some tissues and cleans you up, wiping his seed from your skin and smoothing your skirt back down before he leans into your ear.
āinvite me on your stream next time, mm? wonāt tell a soul.ā
after all, thatās both of your dirty secrets now.
the first time i cried in thunderbolts was when they all worked together to save that woman from the chunk of a building
superhero movies are about people who have the ability to help people and choose to do so
that isnāt all there is but i think the mcu has gotten so focused in the weeds of the multiverse and inner group politics and whatever that they forgot that the reason we watch superhero movies is because we want to watch good guys fight bad guys, but more importantly, we want to watch them help people because thatās why they fight the bad guys in the first place
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