Summary: Falling In Love With Choso Was A Gradual And Slow Process, Creeping Up On You So Inconspicuously

werewolf!konig x human!fem!reader pt2

part 1/masterlist

18+ minors dni!!!

second part guys! hope y'all like this :))) this one is 4.8k!!!

-he goes to the pack elders that night, asking if they still have clothes he can use, or money possibly? the pack has a variety of human items and such that they use for rare outings into town, and quite a bit of money stashed away from trading and doing odd jobs and such, in case something happens or they need to to live as humans

-while he receives a lot of judgemental looks, alpha price gives him clothes and a significant portion of their money with a warm smile, clapping him on the back and chuckling about how he remembers finding his mate for the first time, that feeling and the need to please

-konig goes into the town the next day, keeping a hopeful eye out for you but sadly not seeing you, and purchases all the supplies he thinks he'll need for the cottage

-he also walks past a clothing shop and pauses, debating it for a few seconds before remembering the shock on your face at his naked state and walking inside

-he gets a few looks, a man of his stature not often seen in this town, and with his scar he stands out even more, but he grabs some random shirts and manages to get some soft comfy bottoms that just fit him

-over the next week, he fixes the wobbly stairs and the cracked windows, he fixes the warped doors and the pipes, makes sure the electricity works (that takes longer than everything else, because he has to refer to a library book about all those fancy wires and plugs)

-but he does it eventually, it needs some makeup and some love, but everything works and is in order, so he figures you guys can do the rest together

-he sleeps there each night as well, curling up in the garden in wolf form because it make him feel closer to you, being there

-the night before he'll see you again, price turns up at the cottage and shifts into his human form, eyeing up everything konig has done with an appreciative gaze

-he talks to konig about being mated, about providing for his mate and making sure she's happy and content, and then he talks about human courting rituals

-this upsets konig a little, who's surprised to learn you do not in fact think of him as your mate, considering humans don't have those, and that it will likely take you a little while to even want to live with konig, if you want to try and 'date' him anyway

-his spirits are dampened for a minute before he realises he'll just have to show you what a good mate he can be, he'll just have to show you what your life will be like, how well you'll be cared for 

-when you arrive at the clearing the next day, konig is sitting on the floor in quite tight black briefs, waiting for you to approach before standing up and watching your expression when he towers over you

-he honestly forgot how much taller he was than you after being in wolf form around you consistently, but he quite likes this. he can protect you and if you wanted him to he could embrace you just right, press your face into his chest, he could lay over you and bracket your head with his thick arms, he could have you lie on him and he would barely even feel it-

-he can see you seem a little apprehensive this time again, perusing his body and making him puff his chest out a little, before muttering that "well those are pants i guess"

-his confused look makes you chuckle, and he preens at having made you do that, and then you explain that, well, it's not like they hide much

-konig flushes at your words and your gaze, hoping to god you like what you see, begging anyone looking out for him that he's suitable for you

-as you walk, absentmindedly toward the cottage, you ask him if he's german, and he blinks in surprise, often forgetting he doesn't have the same accent as many other wolves do when they're in human form

-he tells you about a vague memory of some older wolves when he was a pup, ones who told him about a place called Austria and that he's pretty sure he somehow came from there

-while happy you asked a question about him, konig is desperately trying to contain himself so he doesn't spill out all of the questions he's dying to ask you

-after a little bit of comfortable silence, with konig watching you as you walk, you turn to face him and he blushes at being caught, step faltering for a second

-then you sigh, and quietly ask what he wants. what's he trying to do here? what does he want from you?

-konig is confused, not sure why you seem to think he's got some other motive

-he remembers something price said about humans having more than one partner, possibly many in their life, and that 'dating' is very different. sometimes they aren't faithful or they do horrible things to their partners

-he stops walking then, cautiously moving closer to show you how serious he is, and he assures you that he doesn't want anything from you

-he takes your hands as well, hoping it calms you somewhat and also selfishly desperate to feel you again, and sincerely tells you that "I-I would just like to-for you to be happy-"

-he watches you look away shyly at that, hands squeezing his minutely and making his body warm at the contact, before you drop them to keep walking

-konig rubs his palm against his chest as he watches you walk on, feeling cold for the first time in years without your touch, and a little empty without it as well

-after a bit more time you guys reach the cottage again, and he watches intently as you take in the new door, the fixed gate in the front garden, the sealed wall, the new window panes, desperately hoping you like it

-he's even more nervous in human form, and not used to hiding his emotions, so his tail starts swishing randomly, curling up around him and flicking back and forth

-when you turn back to say something (his heart leaps in his chest) he sees your eyes widen at the sight of his tail, which automatically curls around his thigh in nervousness

-that's when you tell him you didn't even realise he still had his tail like this, but it's-it's kind of...cute?

-konig can't stop himself from grinning widely at that, not caring that the scar is pulling his lip down still, eyes crinkling and heart beating double time because yes! you do seem to like his human form! or think it's cute at least!!! he can work with this, it's more than he ever hoped for anyway!!

-he looks a little like a kid at christmas, hands clasped behind his back as he grins happily and watches you peruse the cottage

-the wolf inside him preens and purrs, rolling around and yipping at the fact you keep smiling at little things like the flower baskets by the window, though they are long dead, and the pleasing creak of the door as it swings open

-konig stays where he is in the front garden as you explore, wanting nothing more than stay at your back whenever he can, but remembering you will probably want your space, and you most likely want to be courted

-when you come back out of the cottage, you look apprehensive again and konig straightens up, worried that you've seen something inside that he missed, maybe there's something dangerous in there, is there another animal? are you hurt?

-but no, you send him a quick smile and hesitantly ask what he meant last week when he said it was 'ours'. you do a funny thing with your fingers in the air as you say that, bending your first two and bobbing them around the word, thoroughly confusing konig, but he ignores that for now, tucking it away in his mind to ask price about later-or maybe to ask you about if you'd be willing to teach him about humans

-he smiles tentatively at you then, telling you he didn't mean to make you upset, he knows he was on strong when he told you that-to which you interrupt and go 'coming on strong', making him smile sheepishly-and that if you'd like, the cottage, it's all yours, you can paint it and decorate and do what you would like with it

-your face goes slack at that (a free house?? in this economy????) and you're fully prepared to refuse whatever he wants in return, you're not going to be some sex slave for this stupidly attractive mountain of a man-no, werewolf, that suddenly appears naked in front of you and tells you that you're 'mates'

-but then konig takes an aborted step forward, stopping almost as soon as he starts, looking down at the ground and quietly asking "could I-may I just...see you? again? sometimes? I would very much like to visit you if-if that is good, liebling?"

-maybe it's not the smartest move you've ever made, but he genuinely doesn't seem to care about anything apart from you being okay, apart from making sure he hasn't displeased you in any way, so you nod and smile, telling him shyly that yes, you'd actually like that

-after all, this man has just given you a HOUSE! if you weren't in your right mind, you might be looking over his chiselled 6"10 body and thinking of all the ways you could thank him-but of course you are in your right mind so you totally don't think any of these things, you just agree and look back at the cottage to explore more

-konig isn't quite sure what else might be going through your mind, but he's so overjoyed that you're going to let him visit that he doesn't even care-not until a sharp, tangy and musky scent hits him

-his jaw goes a little slack as he inhales deeply, nostrils flaring and eyes darkening as he watches you. surely that can't be what he thinks it is, surely he must be mistaken-

-either way, konig refuses to scare or intimidate you in any way, so he takes a small step back while you quietly talk about different parts of the cottage. your back is to him so he can't bring himself to stop flicking his tongue out over his lips a few times, tasting just a little bit of that delicious scent in the air

-against his own wishes, a whine bubbles out of his throat, hungry to taste more of that divinity straight from the source. konig realises he's salivating at this point, and that if you turned around you would definitely be able to tell what effect you're having on him

-konig finds himself incredibly thankful that your back is to him once again because jesus he doesn't know he would hide this if you were looking at him, and then at the thought of you looking at him, konig gets even harder

-when you slip round the corner of the house, he shifts quickly into his wolf form so that you won't see anything

-he wishes he was stronger, but he's not and he also likes this form a lot right now because you won't question it if he lets his tongue loll out while he pants and huffs, doing anything he can to taste more of you in the air, or just fill his nose with that gorgeous scent

-when you come back round the other side of the house you startle a little at the side of the huge werewolf again, before relaxing and trotting over to him

-konig whimpers at having startled you again, before seeing you smile and he shakes himself, fluffing out his fur and wagging his tail to look as pretty as he can for you-after all, you called him gorgeous last week!

-when you reach him and your hand goes to scratch his ears immediately, he pants at it and pushes his head into your hand, looking up when you go "you're back! oh-well, I suppose you're actually gone now? which way round is it?"

-he nods at you, attempting to get across that it's whatever you want he does not care as long as you're happy, but you pause, watching him nod with a surprised look

-"you can understand me like that?!?"

-konig freezes, worried at your shocked tone. he hadn't even meant to trick you or anything, he hadn't even known you didn't know that werewolves exist he'd just figured transforming in front of you might not be the most pleasant sight

-he hadn't realised you wouldn't have known he could understand you, and he hopes this won't taint your opinion of him

-happily, you resume scratching his ears again, mumbling "guess i shouldn't have been calling you a good boy so much then huh?"

-but the thought of you never calling him that again is not a nice thought at all, so konig wags his tail violently, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing at your pulse point (he can't resist, you just smell so fucking good) until you laugh and push him back, going "okay okay i can keep calling you that-does that mean you like this as well?"

-and fuck, he doesn't know how he could live without your touch ever again, the way you scratch at his neck and chin gently, tilting his head up towards yours

-he wants so badly to touch you, to please you and make you feel comfortable and desired and loved like he does when he looks at you, but right now his mind is foggy and he smiles as much as he can in wolf form, tipping his head up further and folding his ears back as his eyes slip closed, completely vulnerable with you

-when you start telling him what a pretty wolf he is, he's pretty sure his tail is about to fly off. it's wagging so hard that his entire back end is swaying with the force of it

-eventually he lays down next to you, nosing at your hip until you're lying as well, and he can't stop just staring at you

-he doesn't think he's ever seen something or someone so pretty, not even the full moon on a clear night could hold a candle to his mate, and he rests his head on his paws to watch you

-your head turns to look at the cottage again and then you're talking quietly to him, telling him about this thing called a 'lease' that you have, and for some reason it means you can't leave your place right away, but to be honest, where you live isn't very nice anyway and this cottage is lovely

-he growls when you talk about some man who keeps being annoying about where you live, how he'll show up at random times and try and find excuses to charge you more money, but then your hand strokes his head gently and he whimpers instead, already forgetting what he was so mad about

-you also tell him that maybe you shouldn't so quick to jump at this, given you don't even know him, you don't even know his name-konig lets out a soft 'woof' at that to tell you, before remembering you can't understand him-but for some reason you trust him, for some reason, you feel safe with him and like this, and even though you still don't really know why he's apparently given you a cottage, you're not going to turn it down

-though he whines at you not being able to live there right away, he takes comfort in the fact that you say you'll still come here every week and that you might do parts of the cottage up if that's alright? to which konig jumps up and barks softly, happily, overjoyed his mate wants to work on the home he's chosen

-after that, you only lie with him for a few more minutes before announcing you have to go again, you have stuff to get back to, but you had a very lovely time today

-konig leans back on his front legs and leaves his tail high in the air, trying to show how happy is you spent this time with him and that you said you enjoyed it

-as you start dusting yourself off and walking away, you turn back to him and scratch his ears again, telling him while he is adorable like this (he rolls over for you at that, body warm at your praise), if it's okay you'd quite like to see him in his human form more often? so you can talk to him as well?

-konig nods and nuzzles your stomach in agreement, thinking he's maybe pushing it too far with how much touch he can get away with, but you're so close and still smell so amazing he can't help it

-the next week, konig waits for you by the cottage, this time wearing some of those comfy bottoms he bought in town. it feels a little odd to be covered like this, especially when he's just in the woods, but then you walk over and look him up and down, with what he thinks is an appreciative look, and he suddenly decides he'd wear these every day of the year no problem

-(seriously? he's barely in human form but he buys grey sweatpants?!?)

-this time, you both sit in the front garden and he tells you his name before he asks about you, unable to stop himself after this long waiting and pining

-while he'd been hoping that by now you'd be mated and living together and happily in love, he is happy. he likes learning about you and honestly just watching you. he loves being in your space and being able to smell you, to watch how your face lights up when you talk about a book you read or a show you watched

-while you're there you tell him about how you had some ideas for stuff in the cottage if he's alright with that, and konig can't help interrupting to say you can do whatever you want, it's yours, as long as you like it then he's happy-and fuck, the way you smile shyly has his mind begging him to lurch forward and kiss you, but he's determined to be patient with you so he doesn't

-before you leave this time, he risks stretching a hand out to brush some hair behind your ear

-konig's pulse picks up significantly at that and he's sure you must be able to hear it, or see his heart beating in his chest, he feels so warm and fuzzy and your hair is so soft he never wants to take his hand away

-he trails his fingers over the piece of hair tucked behind your ear again just because he's not ready to stop touching you, but eventually you stand up to leave him

-the next week waiting for you isnt so bad in terms of wondering whether he’ll see you again, because he knows he will and he’s so proud at the fact you want to do stuff to the cottage to make it a home, but he feels bereft anyway at being apart from you, like something is missing from inside him

-however. there is one particularly difficult day, when a few men show up, poking around the cottage

-konig happened to be sleeping in the back garden that night so he’s woken up by then kicking around some of the rubble of the front garden wall, muttering about stability and foundations or something as they inspect various parts of it

-konig wastes no time in rounding the side of the house, stalking quietly but snarling and growling all the while until he’s metres away from the men, baring his teeth when they freeze at the sight of him

-how dare they come here? how dare they touch your cottage? how fucking dare they trespass on his mates territory?

-if they don’t leave in a minute konig knows he’ll tear them apart with his teeth, so he barks at them loudly, startling them enough into movement and watching them fall on their asses before turning and running from the woods

-konig practically struts around the next few days, so happy that he protected your property, so goddamn pleased with himself for taking care of his mate and her things, making sure your nest stays undisturbed

-so he’s really fucking excited to see you a couple of days later, sitting on the front wall waiting for you, sweatpant-clad legs swinging back and forth as he smiles at the thought of you thanking him, you realising how good a mate he is, inviting him into the cottage, into your space and letting him dote on you-

-but you come storming into the little glade, right up to him and pointing a finger in his face and he wilts under your glare, a whine already building in the back of his throat because fuck he upset his mate somehow he did something bad really really bad and he’s such a horrible mate to have displeased you so much-

-then you let it rip, telling him exactly what he did, that those men were trying to survey the house to make sure it was fucking safe and now they’ll probably never come back! konig has probably scared them off for good! he got all territorial and possessive and over protective and now you don’t know if you can convince the men to come back out here!!!!

-his wolf is equally mad and upset with him, torn between snarling at him in fury and whining at you in apology

-he watches you take a deep breath and step back, dropping your hands as his eyes flit over you and he licks his lips, trying desperately to think of something to say

-he doesn't like you moving away either, taking yourself out of reach and moving your scent further from him, so he slides off the wall and takes your hands, his own are shaking a little in fear that you'll leave him, and he tries to explain what happened, that some men came to the cottage and were poking around and it's not theirs! they shouldn't have been here! konig just wanted to protect you, he only wanted to make sure your nest was okay!

-you repeat 'nest' questioningly at him, and he winces as he remembers price telling him humans don't have those, so he shakes his head and replaces it with 'house', hoping you think it's because of the language barrier

-after a couple of minutes with konig trying to brokenly explain the he really thought he was doing the right thing, he's so sorry he just thought he was protecting you but he won't do it again

-you smile eventually, and he feels warm all over once again, grinning sheepishly when you mutter "just don't keep scaring off any more labourers alright?" through a laugh

-it's still a pretty surreal situation for you, but if you can accept that a wolf turned into a man, fell in love with you and then gave you a house while only asking to see you every week, then you can let this slide, you suppose

-konig asks you about what they were here for after that, about what you want to do to the cottage, not doubting for a second that whatever you do will be exactly what the place needs

-so you spend the next few hours just talking to him, telling him about your plans, how it might be slow going because hell, renting has eaten up your savings a little but it'll be a good project to have! and besides, it's mostly cosmetic you think, it seems pretty sound otherwise

-konig's tail wags hard at that, making you jump when you see it, still not used to it in his human form

-and then

-and then tentatively, you ask to touch it, or if that's a no-go with wolves?

-konig is speechless at that-it's not really a no-go or anything, it's just not really a thing. wolves don't tend to fuss much with their tails and konig has never really focused too much on his apart from grooming himself, but jesus christ the thought of you touching him is enough to render his jaw slack and he nods so fucking fast at you

-he uses it as an excuse to shift closer where you're both sitting on the floor, knees nudging against yours as he curls his tail around his hip to brush against you

-and holy hell when you get your hand on it, when you gently stroke the end of it-it feels like fucking lightening

-he whimpers and shifts even closer, almost toppling you into his lap in his haste, and your hand strokes a long line all the way down his tail, cradling it in your lap as you smile at the softness

-konig lets his eyes fall closed at it, soaking in the sensation of his mate touching him and taking such care and being so gentle with his tail and it's almost too much, but he wouldn't be able to move away if the world was burning around him

-after a few minutes your hand pauses and he hears you choke down a cough quietly, like you're trying not to disturb him, but his hearing is much better than a humans and he flicks his eyes open to look at you inquisitively, wondering what's wrong

-he feels almost drowsy, like he's been asleep for a while as he looks at you, his body is relaxed and boneless because of your ministrations, so it takes a few seconds for his mind to catch up with your eyes darting from his face, down, and back up again as a hint

-when he does look down, he's greeted by the sight of his heavily tented sweatpants, and he blushes, mouth going dry

-it's as if now that he's seen it he can suddenly feel the arousal pulsing through him, the throbbing need he feels at your touch, and he whimpers deep in his throat, worried you might think he's angling for something

-the thought of 'something' with you makes him lick his lips, and his breath hitches because fuck, he can taste that tangy kind of musk on his tongue, sitting heavy in his mouth again

-his mind is full of images for a split second, making his cock jerk as he imagines him laying you back on the large bed in the cottage, on sheets you've chosen for your nest, of him gently spreading your legs, watching you open up just so he can drink from you to sate his hunger

-and then he remembers that he's being a good mate, that he's not going to pressure you into anything, and as you're not making any move or acknowledging your arousal, you must not want to pursue anything, so he shuffles back awkwardly, sucking in a breath when the head of his dick chafes against his briefs

-this is why he hates clothes, he remembers, bitterly, at the feeling-though his wolf rears up again at that, telling him that if he's a good enough mate and he courts you well enough, maybe he can convince you to stop wearing clothes altogether as well and-

-he has to bite his lip to stop a small moan spilling out at that mental image, already way too pent up to be thinking like that

-clearing your throat, you stroke his tail gently one more time before letting it go and a spurt of precum leaves his cock, making him stand up before it soaks into the material covering it and it becomes even more obvious what your touch is doing to him-as if you couldn't see already

-when you stand up with him, you brush your hands together and stick them in your pockets, telling him you'll see him next week, and to not scare off any more surveyors alright?

-konig wants to kick himself for standing up, for accidentally prompting you to leave-his wolf whines and flops down, bemoaning the fact that your hands had been all over him and touching him and stroking him and telling him how soft his tail is, and he'd made it stop! what kind of an idiot is he!!

-but konig silences his wolf for the time being, reminding it that it's better for you to go and come back next week, rather than to see him come in his briefs because of a simple touch and be so repulsed that you won't come back at all-because he was dangerously close to that happening...

plz comment or reblog or send an ask if u happen to like how my little werewolf thing is going! i'm having some fun writing it so i hope you guys are having fun reading it!

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*survives the horrors by being such a silly goofy guy that my presence fundamentally changes the genre*

party and rock in the house tonight !!

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be infertile

I see no lies.

Forbes

BTS Aren’t Ruining The Billboard Charts. They Were Already Broken.

To accuse BTS of ruining the pop charts is to ignore decades of foul play surrounding the Billboard charts.

THIS

comic by @hausofdecline

Omg I love your writing so much!! Thanks for all the Yelena content😔‼️ Can i request hc of goth Yelena (who maybe wears Demonias😳) with a fem reader who’s really soft and basically the exact opposite? Thank you!!🥰

✨Of course! Of course! Thank you so much for requesting this! This is sadly pretty short as I’ve used a lot of my creativity on the Valentine’s Day special I’m writing!✨

♥️Goth! Yelena with a Soft! S/O♥️

✨Warnings: None!✨

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

•Let’s get one thing straight, Yelena never saw herself getting with someone so soft! But, you were absolutely adorable and her little goth heart couldn’t help but flutter once she laid eyes on you!

• She ended up asking you out in her last year of highscool; she was a year older than you and you found her extremely intimidating. I mean come on! This 6’7, short haired, demonia wearing girl had asked YOU— someone who was extremely small and usually found comfort in wearing soft pastel sweaters and cute little butterfly clips in their hair, out!

•Of course you said yes. I mean; Yelena was smoking hot, intimidating or not! And, you wanted to give this beauty a chance!

•Let me just say; you regrets absolutely nothing! Yelena was so soft with you! She treated you like an absolute goddess!

•Of course over the years of dating, both of you had gotten so many weird looks and exchanges at the fact that someone so soft was dating someone so gothic!

•For your one year anniversary, Yelena bought you these really cute pastel converse shoes that had little butterflies designed on them! You ended up getting her these really HUGE platform boots for her! They had spikes on them and everything. She wore them every single day!

•Yelena’s all-time favorite outfit she’s seen you in by far was this really adorable pinky bunny jacket, which you wore over a white tank top and a light pink skirt! She found you absolutely adorable and called you her litte; “Bunny” for the next month!

•She loves seeing you show her all of your new accessories and clips you had gotten at any of the stores at the malls.

•In turn, she will always show you her cool bracelets and chokers she would get.

•Overall, Yelena LOVES you. She loves your style, she loves how soft you are! Opposites atttact, they really do!

ALL OUT OF LUCK

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. you had the biggest, fattest crush on bakugou katsuki in high school, which granted you weird looks and judgment from those who found out, because why, when you could fawn over prince-like todoroki or manly kirishima instead? fast forward to 10 years later, though, and now the joke’s on them, because #2 pro-hero dynamight just got dubbed the hottest bachelor of the year. but that doesn’t matter, because you’re over him now. you’ve been over him, ever since that butchered attempt at confessing where he dismissed you as a gen ed extra before you could even get the words out. so why, all of a sudden—and an entire decade later—do you have to work with him on a top-secret mission?

status. completed (42.4k)

tags. fem!reader, pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (26), a lot of cussing (bkg-typical), several mentions of bullying & discrimination (quirk supremacy), reader has a quirk :0, reader is alluded to being smaller than bkg, canon-typical violence, mentions of food, mentions of physical and mental health issues, nsfw themes (is there gonna be eventual smut? fuck around and find out)

links. ao3

꩜ .ᐟ chapter one

꩜ .ᐟ chapter two

꩜ .ᐟ chapter three

꩜ .ᐟ chapter four

꩜ .ᐟ chapter five

꩜ .ᐟ chapter six

꩜ .ᐟ chapter seven

꩜ .ᐟ chapter eight

꩜ .ᐟ chapter nine

𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘: 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. they can't help it when the babysitter is so cute.

cw/ tw. age gap, fem!reader, thigh riding, slight food play, unprotected sex, size kink, mating press, spit play, object insertion, oral sex, slight public sex, daddy kink (said like three times), threesome, spit roasting, degradation, rough sex, praise kink (so much praise), dacryphilia, pet names (ex. baby, angel, princess)

ও featuring. Mikey, Draken, Wakasa, Rindou & Ran

ও an. it’s actually been a minute since I’ve written anything new, so, um, be gentle. mwah. and if some of Ran’s part sounds familiar...no it doesn’t | m. list

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 |

You hadn’t heard him when he walked in, too busy dancing around his kitchen in that short sundress that made his pants feel tight. But at the sound of him setting his keys down on the counter, you turned and shot him a pretty little smile.

“Hey, I just put the kids down for a nap. How was work?” you asked while sampling a dollop of cream from the bowl you were holding.

Mikey couldn’t think straight, too busy staring at your cheeks sucking in and the sound of your hum when the sugar hit your tongue. He shouldn’t be thinking about you humming like that around his cock, or if you’d tease his leaky head the way you’re licking your finger—you were the babysitter and practically ten years younger than him.

But he couldn’t help it. 

When you popped your finger out of your mouth, you had just enough time to squeak before his hand was palming the back of your head, and his lips came crashing down against yours.

He groaned into your mouth, large hands carding down your sides before finding purchase at your hips. You gasped when he picked you up and sat in one of the dining chairs; his hold kept you from falling off his lap as your legs dropped from behind his back to the floor clumsily.  

Mikey’s hands slid up from the swell of your hips until they cupped the swell of your breasts.

“Prettiest tits,” he mumbled to himself.

You moaned against his mouth, your fingers flexing around his shoulders. “Oh!”

“Shh,” he chuckled. “Don’t want to wake the kids, yeah?”

His thumbs brushed against your nipples through your dress, his hands spanning almost the entire width of your rib cage. And you shivered from the way the fabric of your bralette and dress rubbed against sensitive skin, creating an electric pulse that traveled down to your aching cunt.

You buried your face in his neck as you rolled your hips over the hardness in his pressed pants.

“Can you cum for me like this?” His lips moved along your jaw, nearly distracting you from his question. But you still heard him, and your insides clenched in anticipation—your clit throbbing with a subtle thrust of his hips against yours.

“I—ah—don’t think—not like this.”

“I think you can,” he cooed against your temple. “Come on, be a good girl and cum for me.”

Oh, fuck. You were going to come from this—maybe from Mikey’s voice alone. The heat swirled in your abdomen, moving all the way down to your curling toes. Your heart stuttered in your chest to keep up with your rapid breaths. You were going to—

Mouth falling open in a silent scream, Mikey helped you move against him to ease you through the aftershocks of your orgasm, whispering tiny praises in your ear that did nothing but make you needy.

“So good for me.”

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 |

Ken offered for you to stay the night after he got home late from a busy day at the shop—his clothes rumpled and skin smudged with grease. You blushed at the aspect of sleeping under the same roof as your super attractive boss, backing out with a quiet: “I shouldn’t.”

“I can’t let you walk home in the dark,” he said, sounding just a tad tired. “Plus, Tsumi was disappointed when she found out you leave every night.”

“Really?”

A little smile spread across his lips, the sight alone making your breath stutter. “Yeah. Imagine how excited she’ll be in the morning.”

You bit your lip, already decided. “Mm, okay. But I don't have anything to wear.”

"I'm sure I have something that'll fit you."

Fit was hardly the word you'd use for the shirt that fell just above your knees.

And you also didn’t think that wearing his clothes would lead to him fucking you into his super soft king-sized mattress an hour later. If you had known this would happen—him blanking out at seeing you practically swimming in one of his old graphic tees—you would have done it much sooner.

Maybe the day he'd hired you to watch his precious daughter.

Ken pressed two thick fingers against your tongue to keep your moans at bay, but the way you slightly gagged around the stretch sounded much louder in your ears.

"All of you is so fuckin' small, pretty girl." He rocked his hips, teasing.

Your pussy already felt swollen and sensitive just from him sliding his thick cock into your slippery heat, only aided by the rough swipe of his thumb against your clit.

“Look at you,” he groaned when he saw the small impression of his dick pressing up against your belly. “I hardly fit.” 

But he did fit, and the last half inch slipped in just as he slid his fingers a little deeper down your throat—the force of you choking for air distracting you from him stuffing you full between your thighs.

“Fuck, baby. Took me—ah—took me like a champ. How about a little more, m'kay?”

All you could do was nod, tear-eyed, whimpering—a pulsing thing with trembling thighs for him to ruin. 

When he removed his fingers from your mouth to palm the back of your thighs, you were hardly able to control the sob that squirmed from your raw throat—high-pitched and surely reaching beyond his bedroom door.

"K-Ken!"

His shoulders pressed your legs further into your chest, making you feel smaller than you already were, and he brought his hand back up to your mouth to cover the moans you couldn’t hold in.

“Be quiet, angel, and let me fuck this cute cunt.”

𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 |

“Come on, baby, you can do it,” you said to the little boy trying to make his way from the ropes to you sitting in the middle of the ring.

Wakasa stood off to the side, sucking on a lollipop as he watched both of you. You’d only brought his son to the gym because he said he was getting together with the guys once he closed up—which felt like hours from now. 

It was difficult to not glance over at him, your cheeks growing hot at the amount of attention focused on you—his gaze only moving away from you when the wobbling toddler finally made it into your arms with a happy squeal.

You hardly ever spent this much time in the same room as your boss, and when you did, it was short interactions: you asking about his day and him wondering if his son gave you any trouble. Simple and to the point. Then you'd go home.

Except, lately, things were a little different.

It was an accident: a night out with your friends which led to you drunkenly sending a nude to the very man standing a few feet away. Now, he hardly talked to you at all—no, you left before he could.

You'd been wondering how long you could get away with avoiding him, but Takeomi coming into the gym thirty minutes later to steal his nephew, was determined to change that.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat, anything to clear the awkward air between you. “Have you ever fought up here?”

“It’s my gym, princess. Of course, I have.” he effortlessly climbed onto the platform, almost looking like a predator with the way he was stalking towards you.

“Oh—”

In a matter of seconds, Wakasa easily had you pinned underneath him like a butterfly, the skirt of your dress embarrassingly pooling up around your waist.

"You've been avoiding me, why?"

You shook your head to try and save yourself from further embarrassment. "I haven't—"

He smirked, cheek bulging around his lollipop. "I didn't peg you to be a little liar, princess."

Your head was still spinning, chest heaving breaths of air when he moved down, down, rough hands spreading your thighs further apart to make room for himself.

He laid on his stomach between your legs, carefully wrenching your soaked panties to the side to expose your pussy. Drenched and vulnerable on the canvas floor, your thighs trembled as he spread your lips open with his thumbs to reveal the wet, clenching part of you that was suddenly desperate for his touch.

“You’re messy, baby,” he hummed, popping his sucker out of his mouth to spit against your folds.

The melted red sugary confection dripped from his mouth onto your heated clit before he ducked his head forward to swipe his tongue through your slit, slurping up the mess he made.

“Oh, fuck! Waka—”

Your hands flew to his hair, surely mussing up his bun, making him groan against you. The vibrations traveled right to your clit, and you tipped your head back with candied moans.

“Knew you’d taste sweet," he said, his voice gruff and hoarse. "Ever since you teased me with that picture of this pretty fuckin' pussy.”

Another cry flew from your lips when he pushed the tip of his sucker inside you, and one of your hands came up to cover your mouth, knowing Takeomi was still somewhere in the gym. With the baby, no less.

“You look so cute spread out like this, letting me play with you like you’re mine.”

Then he sucked your aching clit back into his mouth, and your vision turned white.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔) |

You hadn't meant to interrupt your boss while he was in a meeting with Rindou, surely about something you weren't meant to hear. But it’d been important at the time—a reminder of an upcoming doctor’s appointment that his daughter needed for school, and he forgot to mark in your calendar.

Now you were wondering if it could have waited... although, maybe you didn't mind too much.

"Look at you, taking cock like a bitch in heat," Ran sneered down at you where you're sprawled out against the expensive leather couch in his office, mean fingers roughly tweaking your sensitive nipples raw through your sheer bra. "Couldn't be patient like a good girl, huh?”

You whined around Rindou’s cock that was currently stealing the air from your chest, his grip tight in your hair to keep you from pulling away. “Fuck,” he mumbled.

God, you were dripping. The slick between your legs stained Ran’s expensive pants, creating a large dark spot on the fabric below where his hips kissed your pussy with every harsh thrust into you.

A distressed mewl left your lips when Ran rubbed your little bud raw. "Please," you sobbed, though it came out garbled—overstimulated tears leaking down past your hairline and onto the cushion under you.

“Shit, baby—” Rindou groaned, practically fucking your face—a stark contrast from how Ran steadily pressed into you. It made you dizzy. “You keep whining like that, and you’re going to make me cum.”

Sweaty strands of hair clung to your temples as you writhed underneath the two imposing men that were completely ruining you. You felt like an exposed nerve, desperately chasing a release just out of your reach—that Ran refused to give you.

With shaky fingers, you reached down to where he sunk into your slippery heat—practically vibrating at the way he split you open—and hoping he'd just give in and fuck you already.

He scoffed but didn't push your hand away. "Did daddy say you could touch his cock?"

You tried moaning out a response, only to have Rindou’s hips stutter into your mouth, a guttural sound releasing from his throat.

"God you're already such a slut for my cock, aren't you? Can't keep your—fuck—hands off it." You didn't even answer, can't when the feeling of sticky ropes of cum paint your throat, making all the words stick to the back of your tongue—your mouth quivering as you remember to inhale through your nose.

Rindou slid from your mouth and squeezed your cheeks together between his fingers. "Show me."

You lolled your tongue out for him to see the mess he made, and he brought his thumb down to push what little had escaped back into your mouth—only to press a little deeper until you were forced to swallow.

"Good fucking girl," he rasped.

Ran’s resolve slowly crumbled when you clenched around him from the praise, his hips needily pressing into yours with a grunt. "Shit, princess, just like that. My messy, drooling slut."

Just when Rindou slipped from your mouth, Ran started pounding into you, making you squeal hoarsely—your windpipe surely bruised—and arch up into his firm chest. "Aah, yes, daddy! F-feels good!"

He brought the wide pad of his thumb up to your flushed cheeks and wiped away the fresh set of tears collecting along your lash line. "C'mon, baby. Stop your crying and cum. Milk my cock with this greedy pussy of yours."

And you couldn't fight the little smile that curled your lips at him sounding just as desperate as you.

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