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e’ming has a praise kink

★★★𝘼 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 6: 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠)★★★

Character: Wanda Maximoff

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Smut, boss/employee dynamics, Top Wanda/Bottom reader, praise kink, vaginal fingering (Reader receiving), oral (Wanda receiving), legal age gap

Genre: Smut

Word count: 2.6k

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Your eyes glanced over the documents on your computer, the sounds of soft orchestral music filling your ears as you typed away on the keyboard, pausing every few minutes to think about what to write or edit next.

"Yeah I've heard Y/n likes someone here!" You managed to hear one of the other employees say, causing you to take off one of your headphones as to hear what they were saying.

"But she's so shy, it's like she has a crush on everyone!" Another employee said, to which you turned around in your chair, eyes pondering with curiosity as you began to speak.

"W-What are you guys talking about? I heard my name," You said quietly but still loudly enough for the group of people to hear properly.

They all quickly turned around as well in order to face you, their facial expressions ranging from surprised to amused.

"We were actually just talking about you, Y/n. Well, mainly your little crush~" One of them teased, making you freeze up.

'They found out about my crush on Wanda...?!' You thought, quickly chuckling and turning around to continue working on your computer. "Oh, well I don't have one! So no need to talk about it!" You dismissed, internally praying that they didn't know who your crush was.

You knew it was inappropriate to love your boss, that's the main reason why you refused to say anything. But the way Wanda would praise you whenever you went above and beyond compared to your counterparts was just too sweet and heart fulfilling to not get addicted to.

You knew that if your co-workers found out, you'd be even mire if an outcast for 'sucking up to the boss' or 'being a pick me' or whatever awful accusation they would lace your reputation with.

"Tell us who you like Y/n!" One of your co-workers asked you, leaning over their desk in frustration as you kept the recipient of you romantic feelings secret from the people around you.

You sighed in frustration but also relief at the fact that they didnt know who you liked, continuing to type the notes on your computer you knew you would need later for the big meeting and make mental notes on important dates and deadlines.

"You know I'm never going to tell you, right?" You muttered, not tearing your eyes away from the computer on your desk in front of you.

"Oh come on! Please Y/n? It'll tell us all who is making you so shy here!" Another one of your co-workers who wasn't a part of the group of people said, unwrapping a bar of chocolate they quickly began to eat.

You blush violently, your eyes finally darting to the floor as you cover your face with your hand.

"I'm not shy because of anyone here...a-and I don't know where you got that from..." You mumbled, eyes darting back to your co-workers who were now just smirking like idiots over your blushing.

You tried to continue your work, typing out the words onto the document on the bright computer that slightly hurt your eyes from the blue light, but your mind was other places.

Your mind was recalling all the times Wanda would call you her "Perfect employee" or her "Cutest yet smartest hire" as a joke, and you knew she wasn't being serious. There was no way she liked you in that manner, she was too beautiful, she had to have had a husband.

You sighed as the group of co-workers all rolled their eyes and retreated to their desks as, thanks to your amazing luck, Wanda showed up in the office corridor.

"Morning everyone," She smiled softly, her perfect hands wrapping themselves around her coffee mug as she took a sip of the caffeine.

"Good morning Miss Maximoff," You smiled, blush scattering across your cheeks as your eyes glanced over at the redhead, admiring her beauty with just your eyes.

Wanda let out a soft chuckle, and she quickly walked over to you, handing you a cup of [insert favorite drink here] as she looked at you with the same loving eyes you were giving her.

"...!! How did you know this was my favorite drink?" You blushed, picking up the cup and taking a sip; letting out another tiny gasp at how well the drink was made.

"Well we were talking after the meeting last month, and you mentioned this being your favorite, and it's also a reward for being such a great worker," The redhead smiled, placing a delicate hand on your shoulder that almost instantly eased your muscle tension the moment your bodies touched.

You blushed violently at the praise, squeezing your thighs tightly as you remembered just how much praise turned you on.

"Thank you Mrs. Maximoff," You smiled, taking another sip of the drink your boss had given you.

A couple of the other employees in the room rolled their eyes, believing Wanda to be playing favorites.

They're weren't entirely wrong though, the redhead knew you were best employee, but the crush she had on you certainly did help the quality of her treatment of you.

As Wanda walked throughout the office, her eyes scanning over all of the employees that were currently present in the office corridor, but still secretly taking her glances at her favorite employee.

The both of you knew deep inside of your hearts that you shouldn't love each other, for the sake of your reputations, but the two of you also knew that you'd still do your job the same no matter the relationship between you two.

"So Wanda, we're all trying to figure out who Y/n's crush is, do you have any guesses?" One of your co-workers asked, causing the older woman to raise an eyebrow as she turned to face you,

"A crush? I don't believe she has one, she's too much of a good girl to get an office crush," Wanda smiled innocently, walking over to you and caressing your shoulder.

You knew Wanda continued to speak after that, but your brain didn't seem to process what she said, only focusing on the words "good girl" that left her mouth.

Your thighs clenched together to try and prevent for the ever growing heat and wetness in your sex, your lips turning a pale color from being pursed together too tightly.

"Y/n?" You finally heard the sound of your concerned boss speaking. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked, looking down at you with a concerned look due to your silence and zoning out.

You quickly snap out of it and you nod,

"I must admit I do have a crush, but it doesn't distract me from my work!" You smiled shyly, going to focus back on your work that still had to be done.

The redhead nodded with a soft and caring smile evident on her lips as she began to walk away, but not before placing a note on your desk.

'Please meet me in my office after work gets out, you're not in trouble my good girl, so don't worry :)'

You blushed furiously, crumbling up the note and shoving it into the pocket of your pants.

You had no clue what she wanted, but it didn't matter, because it still didn't take away from the fact that you would have to be alone in a room with her.

You knocked nervously on the door, your head turning to view the beautiful October sunset from the window in the hallway that contained your boss's office.

"Come on in Y/n!" Wanda said softly, shutting her laptop and resting her head on her folded hands as you began to walk inside.

Your eyes looked at Wanda full of worry and nerves, despite her telling you that you weren't in trouble. The way you stood over all just represented a meek kitten in desperate need of her mother to take care of her needs.

"You wanted to see me Mrs. Maximoff...?" You managed to choke out, your hands becoming sweaty as your eyes darted down to your feet as to avoid the gorgeous woman in front of you.

"Yes I did, but please call me Wanda, all your fellow comrades do," The redhead smiled, gesturing for you to sit down, which you did. "I wanted to talk to you about your behavior recently," She continued, causing you to look up at her.

"Have I been a problem?" You squeaked, your eyes widening in fear.

"Y/n, you didn't do anything wrong, it's actually the opposite. I wanted to ask you if I've been making you uncomfortable? You get all quiet whenever I seem to be around," The older woman asked softly, her eyebrows furrowing in worry.

You blush at her concern, eyes darting down to your lap.

"It's nothing you did, if I told you, I feel like you'd hate me..." You replied, eyes watering slightly.

"Oh Y/n, I could never hate you, just tell me. If I don't like what I hear, I'll pretend that this never happened and I'll forget all about it," Wanda said reassuringly, placing her hand over yours to comfort you.

You took a deep breath, and a single tear fell from your left eye.

"I'm in love with you Wanda, and whenever you praise me it just gets me so riled up I can't help but go silent. I want to whimper or moan but I know I can't so I just go quiet," You confessed, eyes finally managing to lock themselves with redheads own.

Wanda pondered what you said for a moment, before tighting her grip on your hand, swiftly standing up before pinning your body to the wall behind you.

"Is that so? Then be the good girl I know you are and show me how much you truly love me~" She teased, looking at you for consent which you quickly gave her by pressing your lips together.

You never kissed someone with more passion than in this very moment, no one ever made you feel so good with their praise, no one was as good at this as Wanda was.

You felt a perfectly manicured hand go up to tangle itself in your beautiful locs, only making you whimper more.

"C'mon pretty girl, let those moans out, you've been such a good, good, girl and you deserve a reward~" Wanda mumbled with a husky voice as she began to kiss you more passionately, eyes shutting slightly as her mouth moved to leave a trail of kisses across your chin.

"Mmm...please...need you inside of me..." You moaned quietly, your bottom lip wedging itself between your teeth, turning it slightly red thanks to the pressure

"Only if you make Mommy feel good first," The taller woman replied, "So your going to make me cum using the beautiful mouth of yours, and then I'll make sure you don't walk properly for a couple of days,"

You nodded quickly, moving quickly to sit Wanda on a chair, quickly letting your hands get to work as you took off all of Wanda's lower clothing, leaving you face to face with her glistening pussy.

Your lips instantly begin to leave kisses up her thighs, your tongue licking short strides around where she needed you most. You quickly look up from between her thighs with a nervous look.

"Wan- I mean Mommy, I'm scared I won't be good at this..." You muttered with a nervous and shy tone.

Wanda smiled softly and cupped your chin,

"Don't worry pretty girl, you're so so good at everything you do, I'm sure you'll do amazing as always. Take your time my good girl, even if you dont do well, I can always teach you later~" She smiled, letting go of your chin as the praise instantly made you bury your face in her cunt, your tongue swirling around her clit as you left kisses on her wet folds.

You wanted to hear Wanda praise you, but you also wanted to make her feel so good, so you knew you'd have to try your hardest. So you quickly flicked your tongue back and forth and up and down her bundle of nerves, releasing moans from the woman you were currently eating the living shit out of.

"Good girl~!! You're doing amazing baby, keep going for mommy, keeping eating me out~" The redhead moaned, her hand finding its way back to your head to hold you in place.

Obscene slurping sounds come from her cunt while you eat her, rapidly flicking your tongue over her clit. She groans from above you, pushing your head hard against her dripping center, not letting you breathe. Thankfully, all it takes is a particularly hard lick to her bud and she’s falling apart on your mouth. “Fuck baby,” She moaned, keeping your head still and fucking herself on your tongue to ride out her orgasm.

"You taste so fucking good, mommy," You mumbled, slightly pulling yourself away from Wanda's cum-covered pussy as you licked your lips clean of the love juices.

"Oh my, such naughty words for a good girl...but I don't mind, but I won't always be this nice," Wanda cooed, lifting up your chin before kissing your lips and pulling you onto her lap. "Now baby, do you want Mommy's fingers or her strap?" She asked, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

You pause for a minute, your core aching with need as your thighs rubbed together,

"...Can I please have your fingers, mommy?" You finally replied.

"Good girl using her sentences," The redhead smiled, her praise once again making your body as a surge of pleasure went up your body once you felt two of Wanda's fingers slipping inside of your wet pussy.

Soft cries of pleasure filled the room as Wanda's fingers filled your need. Your slick, already dense between your legs, certainly helped Wanda move her digits in and out of your aching core. Your hands gripped her thighs as she began to move faster. Her lips beginning to kiss and press themselves onto your skin. 

"Mommy~" You whined after a minute as you felt your center pulsing with each thrust from your boss, "I'm close,"

"Good girl, that’s a good girl," Wanda smiled, contonuing to praise to help your body reach it's climax, "You’re doing so good!"

"Fuck mommy~!!!" You screamed as your orgasm washed over your body, grabbing the redheads face with your hands and kissing her, allowing for Wanda to feel a tear fall down your cheek as she pulled you out. 

You slumped down in your boss's lap as she licked her fingers, lazily thrusting a finger into you every so often as she stroked your hair.

"Did that feel good babygirl?" The older woman asked, wiping up your cum from your center after thrusting into you one last time.

You nod, burying your face in her tits as you mumble sweet nothings of appreciation as she helped you put your clothes back on.

"So, how about we go home and I give you a few more rewards for your good behavior?" The scarlet-haired woman asked, adding a chuckle as you only responded with another nod.

Do you like it when I do that babygirl ??

sir, can i cum? i’ve been a good girl for u? ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

i just wanna please you sir, all day everyday 24/7…

Shameful Attraction (Part 6, Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader)(18+MDNI)

Part 6 of this series! Parts 1-5 can be found on my JJK Masterlist -> Link

Pairings: AU Boss!Sukuna x Fem!Reader (and also abusive Fiancé Touji) Wordcount: 8k+

CW/TW: This story has a lot of abuse in it. (Touji is your abusive Fiance.) there are references all throughout about this behavior. Hitting, punching, name calling, degradation, putting reader down, threatening reader, severely hurting reader, lack of care, making excuses for abuser, accepting the abuse/neglect, hiding bruises, etc. Also implies thoughts/mentions of suicide, depression, anxiety. Alcohol, smoking cigarettes, cheating in a relationship, unprotected sex, and having a long term affair. Please do NOT read this story if any of this is upsetting for you.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of JJK

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!

Enjoy! ヾ(•ω•`)o

Your first day working for Sukuna was more fun and exciting than you thought it would be, and of course with Touji being gone for a couple days, you decided to enjoy yourself, cause why not? You went home with Sukuna after work, cause the two of you certainly hadn't got enough of each other yet.

Monday, 6:22 PM

Sukuna's body and yours were entangled together in his bed, both of you exhausted yet satisfied while intertwined in the silk sheets. Both enjoying the calm moment after he fucked you so incredibly hard that you were seeing stars and babbling incoherently about him stuffing you so full with his thick erogenous gift. He had a strong arm around your waist in a comforting and almost possessive hold, and your face was nuzzled up under his warm chin as you laid mostly on his chest, his elevated heartbeat thrumming against your cheek. Recalling how the two of you eagerly walked towards his apartment after work and began aggressively and impatiently kissing one another with heavy breaths and groans of desire while in the elevator, you couldn't keep your heart from fluttering at the lewd actions that followed shortly after. Honestly you didn't even know your legs could be pushed so far above your head...Sukuna's strong grip kept them held firmly in place as he had rutted into you unforgivingly for what felt like forever. He teased about that small swell in your belly that would show itself every time he plunged into you. Your mind was melting at the amount of pleasure this man could give you...and his praises of your pussy being so eager and open for him made your legs quiver without control.

"Sukuna...oh my god, you're amazing..." you murmured breathlessly into his neck, being as close to him as possible as you slowly came down from multiple highs. Sukuna's deep chuckle vibrated through his chest, the sensation a comfort to feel, and he let out a satisfied and proud sigh.

"I'd be disappointed if I wasn't..." His hand came to your shoulder, fingertips gently trailing up your arm in the process, never minding the small beads of perspiration along your skin from his previous ministrations to your body and you quivered at the delicate touch. He pulled away slightly to look your face, your dove eyes meeting his while his knuckles brushed over your warm rosy cheek. Sukuna couldn't stop himself from admiring your soft face, thinking how pretty you looked in your afterglow... Why he had the desire to even want to look at a woman after he was finished with her was beyond him. But with you in this moment...he couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. Seeing how your glossy eyes stayed connected with his in such a tender and almost desperate way made him eager to hold onto your gaze, almost offering a sense of relief that was clearly needed for you. You spoke nothing of the traumas and horrors your life was filled with, though fragments of your shattered sanity easily glistened from your eyes. Sukuna had curiosities, maybe even questions, but it wasn't his place to ask or try to uncover what you left unsaid. Besides, you weren't his woman. You weren't his problem that he needed to try and fix. You were an employee who he expected hard work from. You were just another woman in his office that he's fucked on his desk. Just another woman that he's enjoyed several times yet...still thirsts for more. Just a woman who is so appreciative and respectful. Just a woman he was strangely still interested in for some reason... Nibbling your bottom lip, your gaze shifted from his face to his chest, with those gorgeous maroon eyes still watching you so intently.

"Well...I should probably get going, before it gets too late." A small smile stretched your lips through your statement, honestly not wanting to leave, but you didn't want to assume he wanted you to spend the night here, again.

"Ah...pretty thing doesn't want to stay for more?" His devious laugh made you blush harder as he captured your lips with his again, both of his arms holding you close to his warm body. You playfully squirmed, giggling in return against his lips as his strong embrace relaxed you in such a way that any saddened thought in your mind could almost be forgotten.

"Oh, I of course would love to stay, but I mean, I didn't want to impose and be rude by just assuming you'd want me here. Surely all the other women you sleep with don't hang around all the time either."

He gave a small chuckle before clicking his tongue, debating on if he should even indulge in what you said about other women he's slept with... Sure... None of the others ever hung around, not like they even had a choice in the matter as he wanted them out of his home as soon as he satisfied his need for sex. Because in reality, he didn't give a single care to any of them. Charm them, bring them home, get what he wanted from them in bed, and send them on their way. It was his own rules he devised and meant to follow precisely. He was enjoying his life way too much to let any woman slow him down or get in his way.

But, here you were, becoming quite the exception to this set of rules...

"Trust me doll, if I didn't want you here, you would know." He said with a humored smirk before kissing your lips again softly, making you shudder in warmth, curling your body more into his without even meaning to. God, you needed his touch...needed him to hold you like this, needed to feel that warmth and comfort no matter how much of a façade it was...

"This...can't always happen though, can it?" Your question made him look at you with slight confusion and he caressed your arm gently.

"Why do you ask that..?"

"Cause like...you're my boss... isn't this...isn't this frowned upon? I don't want you to think I'm trying to gain any favors...and I wouldn't want others to think that either..."

"Well...Are you fucking me just for favors?"

"What? No, of course not."

"Then don't worry about it. Enjoy yourself with me as long as you'd like..."

Not long after your moment of rest, it dawned on you that you didn't have any extra clothes, and you'd have to go to work in the morning in the same exact outfit and that wasn't anything you wanted to do. Sukuna, always being the opportunist, decided to spend more money on you, cause why not? That little, gleeful smile you made when simply swiping his card at the café roused an interest in him. He wanted to see that smile again, and possibly try to set a personal goal of how flustered he could get you in a store while showering you with 'gifts.' He didn't have to spend his money on you, he didn't have to buy you nice things or take you on fancy dates. And for that reason, it just made him want to indulge in pampering you. Judging by the few sets of clothes he's already seen you in -bought at a hand me down store most likely-, he knew there wouldn't be much variety in your closet at home. Seeing your curves and body without anything on, he knew certain outfits would compliment your appearance much more than you allowed for yourself. You were his immediate assistant after all...if you didn't look stunning, how does that make him appear when you're next to him?

Of course when Sukuna said he'd take you to get some clothing, you had hoped he wouldn't pick anywhere too expensive, though you knew better than to even mention it. Not like he would accept some charity store as a place to get clothes from.

However, you certainly didn't expect him to take you to such an expensive place...

Giorgio Armani...

"Sukuna...I-I can't...this skirt alone is ¥231,000! I don't feel comfortable accepting this kind of thing..." That cocky grin that you're starting to recognize more often is spread across his face as he sets a second skirt of a different color into the basket, enjoying the look of surprise on your face.

"Cant be telling your boss 'no', sweetheart." His deep chuckle, so full of confidence and arrogance, forces your cheeks to accept a feverish hue while your fingers timidly shove that bit of hair from your face as usual. You could say 'no' all you wanted, but you knew he wouldn't accept it, and honestly, you didn't want him to accept it... You certainly didn't admire him for only his bank account, but of course he was only so charming and charitable towards you because he had such confidence from his wallet...right? At least it's what you assumed.

As you tried to find something that wasn't an insane amount of money, -not likely going to happen- you noticed Sukuna talking with one of the stylists while looking at some of the finer dresses in their elegant display sections. Like an embarrassed child, you hid behind one of the racks as you watched them, seeing how invested Sukuna was in a couple of the dresses that you knew were well over ¥1,000,000... The stylist was insanely attractive, at least you thought so, and she kept placing her hands -so conveniently- atop of Sukuna's every chance she could as he went through their catalog of different colors and accessories to compliment the dresses.

Though...those gorgeous eyes never gave her the attention she was clearly demanding. Instead, they flickered up to where you were, and then he looked back down to the catalog while lifting his hand and beckoning you to him. And you gladly approached, unable to hide the expression of superiority on your face, noticing the faint scowl upon the stylist's as she watched you approach.

Another woman getting jealous over you being with a man that belonged to no one? Might as well embrace the moment... Of course Sukuna was more than aware of the other woman's bitter feelings at the moment, not that he cared. Once he had his focus on what he wanted, there was no distraction that could earn his attention. As you came to his side, your boss looked to you with that cocky smile while gently touching underneath your chin with his thumb and index finger before gesturing the catalog to you.

"So, pick something, pretty thing."

Your gaze fell down to the pages, noticing quickly there weren't any prices next to the items. Certainly if anyone was in this section of the store, they had so much money that the prices wouldn't even matter to them, so no point in wasting the ink to provide them. Not even allowing you a second to deny, Sukuna slid a careful hand along your lower back, resting it just above the curve down to your ass while leaning to whisper into your ear.

"Cant have my personal assistant showing up to an office party or company gathering without something elegant adorning her gorgeous body now can I?"

"B-but, I-..." looking up at his serious expression, you held your tongue and looked back down to the catalog, almost feeling rude to keep declining. There was a beautiful array of cocktail dresses, all different colors but of course the variation of black, plunging V neck styles were the main attraction through the pages. As you flipped through a couple pages, gazing over the different options, you could feel Sukuna's hand tense a little each time a particularly stunning dress appeared. Though he said nothing, you became aware it was most likely because something caught his attention specifically, and you quickly picked up on it. A simple test proved your theory, letting your finger tip gently glide across one of the dress images that seemed to pique his interest. Looking to him while tapping your finger on the image, he cocked up a brow and grinned while tightening his hold along the small of your back.

"What do you think about this one?" you asked with a bit of excitement, finding something that you actually really liked. Before allowing him to speak, the stylist did her best to interrupt, stating how that particular dress was better suited for women with a more full chest, and how there would be too much loose fabric in the bust to 'compliment your figure'.

Not wanting your eager face to disappear at the rude comment, Sukuna chuckled while writing down the dress' item number on the sheet provided next to the catalog.

"Well, good thing alterations can be made to better fit her perfect body." His charming yet disapproving tone made the stylist bite her lip in embarrassment and offer a slight head bow of apology.

He watched as your glossy eyes stared up and into his for a moment, an obvious 'thank you' from the expression that was upon your gentle face. Oh how he craved those sweet and gentle looks...

"Pick out a few more, pretty thing."

Seeing how this was a very formal type of selection, you made sure to pick things that would make you look best in high end company gatherings. Or rather, things that would look best on you while standing beside Sukuna with other important people gathered around. Perhaps this was more for him, not wanting you to tarnish his good looks, but instead, elevate them. Elevate his status with a well dressed woman at his side, her attire far more expensive than it needed to be. Perhaps... But either way, you were going to enjoy this as long as possible. Even if some part of it made you feel like a horrible person. Made you feel horrible for letting some man you only recently met already get in between your legs and fuck his cum into you several times. Made you feel horrible for allowing him and wanting him to spend money on you. Made you feel horrible because you didn't mind being his little dress up doll in the moment. Made you feel horrible that you already wanted him to be fucking you so strongly in his office again, being that cliché personal slut for the boss...

After deciding on maybe two or three more dresses, not wanting to come off as greedy rather than thankful, your hand pushed the catalog away from you a bit, signaling you were done with it.

"Sweetheart..." Sukuna's velvet voice tickled across your ear making you shudder as he leaned closer to you.

"At some point I will be wanting to tear some of these off of you...it would be a good idea to have some extras...don't you think?"

Your knees felt weak as you nearly sank against him, shaking your head while feeling flushed.

"But...these are surely too expensive to ruin so carelessly..."

"I insist...look doll, you'll never run my wallet dry...I can buy this whole store if you wanted..." Your eyes widened in shock at what he was saying, unable to even process the amount of money this man actually possesses. Giving a slight nervous laugh, you held his arm gently so you could maintain your standing form, almost too weak to do so on your own. "S-Sukuna, why even mention such a thing? Why waste that money??" "Because this is a fucking high for me..." he purred into your ear, nipping your lobe casually as if you were both alone in the store and not in the view of several others.

"S-Sukuna!" You whispered harshly though a quieted laugh, shoving your hip against his playfully. It garnered a returning laugh from him before he put his attention back to the catalog, pulling it closer to you once more.

"And don't forget...you'll need heels and jewelry to match those dresses."

The small glisten in your eyes wasn't something he noticed as you watched him briefly, still feeling like all of this was some fever dream that you'd soon wake from. You were the entertainment in his life at the moment, so of course he would have you dress appropriately for the role... You had to constantly remind yourself this had nothing to do with feelings or emotions at all. A man like Sukuna wasn't going to keep someone like you at his side forever... He wasn't going to love someone like you... He probably wouldn't ever love anyone, life was clearly too much fun for him to be held down by a partner. Especially one like you...

A few of the items could be brought to the cashier, while several others, being so expensive, were not allowed to be handled by a customer in such a way until after they were purchased, and for the very elegant things, they would be later delivered to home since they didn't keep a lot of them in stock at the store. To even try them on, you'd have to request them and they would be brought out to a specific dressing room that was more closed off and reserved for "higher paying clientele".

And some of these dresses you tried on made you look and feel like a completely different person... Looking into the mirror provided in the room, your cleavage was very obvious and demanding attention, along with the cinched waist hem making your middle appear more delicate before broadening towards your hips. The entirety of the cloth hugged your skin in such a way it almost seemed like you didn't have clothing on at all.

You felt...pretty. Confident. Sexy.

Hearing a gentle knock at the door, you assumed it was the stylist coming to ask how the dresses were, however it was Sukuna, and he left no opportunity for a protest as he closed the door behind him. Your form felt awkward as he leaned back against the door, his maroon eyes starting at the heels you had on, slowly traveling up the curves of your body, taking in every detail and savoring it like a fine wine.  Seeing you for the first time a few days ago, he was already intrigued by how you looked in your outfit of choice for your interview, but now seeing you in something so much more elegant, something he was going to personally buy for you, his desire only increased.

Imagining when he'll have the opportunity to slip the soft fabric off of you while being devious at a company gathering, he couldn't deny his growing erection.

"Damn...are you aware of how gorgeous you are..?" He chuckled in his throat, eyeing you so hungrily.

Why did he feel the need to compliment you in such a way? Was it an enjoyment to see your face so flustered? A shy little laugh escaped your lips as you turned your head away, bringing a hand to your warm face as if to hide it.

Your mind was so lost in thought it kept you from seeing Sukuna approach with his large and strong hands now gripping onto your waistline, pulling your body to his strong and muscular one. He enveloped your lips within his, controlled yet needy kisses catching you off guard.

Within seconds he had you turned around and pushed up against the wall, eagerly kissing the back of your neck and exposed shoulders from the dress' design. One of his hands snaked around to your chest, his fingers groping the plush mounds that were barely concealed, your nipples already hardening through the dress at his touch. Feeling the fabric lift up from behind, now scrunched up at your hips, quickly followed by the sound of his belt buckle coming undone, you weren't even going to try to protest, not like you honestly wanted to... Small, shaky moans escaped your lips as his mouth came to your ear, nipping at the edges of it gently causing you to tremble in desire.

"Are you going to be a good little girl and thank your boss for the dresses?"

"Y-yes..!"

"Yes, what?"

"'S-Sir', yes sir!"

Being his current entertainment was the only thing bringing you any joy in life right now. Even if it felt insanely wrong to be so wet in this moment, pushing your hips back from the wall so he could line himself up easier, you couldn't bring yourself to actually deny any of it. You knew he'd stop if you asked, but you also knew the way his fingers were now aggressively pumping into your already sloppy pussy made you feel better than you've ever felt in the entirety of your existence.

After he quickly prepped you, his engorged tip came to your entrance and you sucked in air through your teeth at the slight sting as he stretched you open slowly, one of his hands gently caressing your hip for comfort and the other still gently squeezing your breasts. You fought back moans of painful pleasure as Sukuna kept a firm hand on your hip, fucking you slowly against the wall with deep and powerful thrusts. His mouth remained at your nape, sucking on your skin and nipping the tender areas causing your head to loll back in pleasure. It hurt so good, his thick length lodging itself into your protesting walls...and it was a difficult thing to still grasp. It hurt with Touji, but the pain felt more intense with him, no pleasure at all...You were certainly in pain right now as well but, god it felt amazing at the same time... The hand at your breasts caressed over your excited nipples, pinching them gently while you mewled as quietly as possible, trying to have some reserve as someone outside of the dressing room could be nearby. Oh but Sukuna loved to hear those beautiful sounds, remember? At the office is one thing, he wants to maintain a bit of class, but here, the small thrill of getting caught excited him, so he encouraged all the sounds you could possibly make... And though he's new to your body, he already knew exactly how to force them out of you. He knew how to stuff you so incredibly full you'd start to babble incoherently from being so dumb on his dick. Attempting to silence yourself more, you put a hand over your mouth, but it was quickly taken a hold of and pushed palm flat against the wall, Sukuna's fingers in between yours to keep it there in place. "Let me hear you..." He let a low groan into your ear, sending a chill through your whole body.

His cockhead hit demandingly into your cervix, your mind fading with the almost unbearable pleasure at this point, small little moans and shrieks leaving your lips at each battering thrust. How he was able to build an orgasm up so quickly within you was nearly shameful.

"Mmh...don't make me ask for it, sweetheart..." he teased into your ear, rolling his hips in such a way that he was fucking you so generously, abusing your velvety walls without restraint.

Your trembling body gave it away, proving you were about to cum so hard on your boss's dick yet again today, moaning like a brazen whore that couldn't get enough of his delicious cock. He groaned in unison with your unashamed cries, abandoning his slow pace to mercilessly hammer into you against the wall of the changing room in this elegant store. "Sukuna....p...please...m-make me cum...wanna cum on your fat cock..!" you begged with teary eyes, your moaning sobs echoing through the dressing room. "Hn...such a- fuck, good girl..!" The cocky smirk of his lips against your skin easily made you cream and squirt all over his dick and the wall you were pinned against, the arrogant and audacious way he was pounding into you almost too much to handle.

Rarely did he ever enjoy a woman more than once, but they all craved to be with him again. To be spoiled by him, to be charmed by his arrogance and wealth, to be fucked so good that anyone after him would be severely disappointing. But rarely did any woman actually crave him, and not just the things he could do to them or for them...

Monday, 8:53 PM

Hearing the shower shut off from the bathroom Sukuna was using, you pulled your knees to your chest while sitting on the couch in his living room, feeling uncontrollably awkward in the moment while only wrapped in a towel. As if he hadn't seen you naked already... You had used his secondary bathroom to shower while he used the one in his room, though for a moment you thought about joining him. But, it just felt too intimate...not something fuck buddies would normally do together. Or would they..?

Resting your cheek upon your knees, you tried to wonder if the two of you were going to just shower and go to bed, then wake up and go to work like some couple? It felt stupid to even think of it that way... How would you know otherwise? Do people who casually sleep around go to bed together like this? Or was there some common knowledge and rule that should be obvious to you...

Exiting the bedroom, Sukuna of course had no reason to hide his incredible body as he let a towel hang loosely at his hip, water droplets rolling down those gorgeous abs, following the dip of his v line.

"Hey, doll." he grinned in mirth while taking a seat on the same couch, relaxing against the black leather. He propped an arm up on the cushions behind you, his fingertips barely touching your shoulder as he leaned his head back.

"I'm surprised no one said anything to us, I thought for sure I had you making enough noise to catch someone's attention."

"W-what?" You stammered in shock at his crass statement and he simply chuckled in return while leaning his head over to look at you.

"What? You didn't want to get caught having sex with your boss in the dress he was buying you? Obviously you had to pay for it in some way, no?"

Feeling your face flush, your eyes quickly looked to the floor and your whole frame became visibly shaken. In the earlier moment you had felt so shameless, so aroused and too excited to really care what he was doing to you in there, or if anyone could hear. But looking back, you now realized how uncomfortable you actually felt. The realization of someone possibly hearing you moan like some cheap whore made you extremely self conscious and nervous. At least in his office this morning, he did his best to help you hide your sounds of ecstasy, but in that dressing room, he did everything possible to make you let it all out.

Feeling a finger gently touch under your chin and pull your attention from the floor, your eyes locked with those darkened hues that had softened so quickly. Sukuna's cocky and arrogant expression had faded into more of a concerning one as he got you to look back at him.

"Did it bother you..?"

You swallowed tightly at his question, feeling your eyes start to sting as if tears were about to fall. What were you supposed to say to that? Clearly he had enjoyed it, and he was spending all that money on you, and in that moment you had no objections. Suddenly feeling different about it later would make you seem like an ungrateful hypocrite. But...it honestly made you feel like you were trading sex for gifts...and it made you feel so ashamed...

"U-um...No, no it didn't bother me." You gave a desperate laugh, grabbing onto a small loch of your dampened hair, already knowing your lie was blatantly obvious... Sukuna may have been a rich playboy who spent way too much money on women for kicks, but he certainly wasn't stupid.

"Why are you lying to me..?" He asked flatly while scooting closer to you across the black leather, holding your chin in place now with his thumb and index finger, his arm that was on the back of the couch more wrapped around your other side.

And that made it happen... It made a tear finally escape out of your eye, and it wasn't from erotic bliss or joy, not even sadness nor sorrow. Just, fear. 'Why are you lying to me?' The number of times Touji has accused you of lying wasn't even countable at this point... Same with the number of times he's shoved you into the wall, pushed you to the floor or even struck you in anger after accusing you of something.

"I-I'm y sorry..." Your small voice was submissive and apologetic, almost pleading even. "I just...I just don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, or b-boring...I've enjoyed so much that you've given me. And all this money you've spent on me, I don't want you to feel like it's been a waste... I mean, you have every right to take what you want from me in return."

His small chuckle made you look at him in confusion as he caught the falling tear with his thumb, wiping it away gently.

"Look, if you don't like something...you can tell me. I'm not going to be angry if you ask me to stop or if you don't want to do something again...I hope you understand that. It's not my desire to make you feel like you have to be willing and open to everything. It's not repayment... We just started having fun pretty thing, I'm not sure what all excites you or not yet. But I certainly hope none of this has been against your will..."

"Of course not! Just earlier...I mean...at the time, I liked it, but thinking about it now...I...I'm so embarrassed about it..."

Cupping your cheek with his hand, you absentmindedly leaned into it, so worried you were going to lose this touch already. So afraid you already devalued yourself by letting him take you whenever he wanted, having no complaints, not even trying to make him wait for anything special. Just like with Touji...who liked to remind you of how easily he was able to get you into bed after just recently meeting him.

Damn...maybe you were just an easy woman...

"Don't worry about it, little thing..." His deep voice was so comforting and so relaxing it helped you calm down even before you realized it.

"It's just, I don't...don't want you to think I'm just some...some worthless slut who doesn't value herself...o-only having sex for money or g-gifts..."

When he started to laugh, his head leaning back a bit at the amusement of your statement, you felt even worse, knowing that what you said was probably true then...

"Oh, sweetheart!" His hand moved from your cheek to back under your chin, lifting your head up high from its shameful and submissive position.

"I've had worthless sluts before, and trust me, doll...you're not anything like that. Not even close..."

With more tears slipping down your cheeks, he brought his other hand to your face, using the back of his knuckles to wipe them away as a small smile of relief did it's best to tug at your lips.

"Such a tender little thing...You look so adorable..." He chuckled in his throat humorously while suddenly pulling you closer and into his arms. A deep blush warmed your face as he stood, lifting you up from the couch and carrying you as if you were a delicate and fragile thing.

Before you knew it, he had you laid down to your back on his soft silk bedsheets, already pulling the towel away from your hands that were shyly trying to hold onto it. His large hands pushed your knees apart easily and then he buried his face in between your thighs, earning a nervous whimper from your throat. But your embarrassed form only tensed up, suddenly feeling Sukuna's tongue running a strong and wet stripe up between your quickly wetted folds, proceeding to eat you out aggressively as if you were the last meal he would ever get.

Your fingers curled into his hair as your hips writhed and bucked upwards in constant pleasure as he graciously gave you all of his attention with his mouth and fingers.

Over the next hour he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you, only focusing on your body and how much pleasure he could give to just you in the moment. You had came and cried from bliss and emotions so many times you couldn't even remember what the count was anymore. He'd lick you dry after each one,  praising you and complimenting your body repeatedly before eagerly building you up again. You and your pleasure were the only concerns on his mind at the moment, and he was going to make sure you understood that.

Why he even cared though was so unclear in his mind... Certainly any woman that had cried infront of him before was seen as annoying and clingy. Not something he would want to be bothered by. It's just sex. That's all he wanted. He didn't care about anything else. Just use a woman and move on.

Why did you have to make him stray from his path..? And how easily you could lure him away...

Tuesday, 5:57 AM

Waking up the next morning startled you a bit, your eyes suddenly opening as you forgot where you were for a brief moment. There was a soft lamp on in the corner of the room, providing plenty of light but not enough to be uncomfortable for sleepy eyes. Noticing the area on the bed next to you was empty, you frowned slightly, wishing you could have woken up next to Sukuna, but just being wrapped up in the warm blankets on his bed was still so comforting. How you wished you never had to go home again... Home to the tiny bed with crappy blankets, having to share it with someone who you despised and hated...

The bedroom door opened quietly and you glanced over to see Sukuna walking in with dark grey sweatpants loose at his waist, and a tank top on that looked drenched in sweat. His beautiful pink hair was messy, not in its usual tamed back style, and he was breathing a bit heavy in the moment, slightly out of breath. You thought he looked hot as sin in a suit?? No, no this, this made you want to be down on your knees begging for him to breed you. Just his glistening skin from the sweat beading down it, seeing the outline of his pecs through the dampened shirt as it stuck to his rising chest, your mouth was definitely hung open rudely without remorse.

"Um...Excuse me, Sir, I don't think you're allowed to look that damn mouth watering so early in the morning." He halted at your sleepy yet seductive voice, looking over to you with a gentle grin while lifting the bottom of his shirt up to wipe his face, showing off the delicious contour of his dampened abs. "Oh? Sorry pretty thing, my home, my rules."

He looked so masculine and assertive, unashamedly letting the waistline of his sweat pants hang from his hip, allowing you the privilege of damn near drooling at his wonderfully carved V-line. And that line guiding your eyes down to where you knew his beautiful cock was beneath the clothing.

The first time you slept with him, the two of you had only stripped each other in the dim light of night, never fully seeing or appreciating what the other looks like underneath. You knew he was built like a god judging by how his clothes fit him, and how strong and powerful he is in bed or anywhere else he's fucked you.

But getting to actually see it up close and personal made you really appreciate his body that much more. He was just fucking gorgeous and incredibly handsome all at the same time...

You may have been upset last night for feeling like a slut, but in this moment you'd be anything he wanted, just to let him have you in a primal way.

"I bet you're having the filthiest thoughts in that pretty little head of yours."

That devilish smirk came across his face and you shivered, worried you were already about to make a mess on the sheets. It's like his words were automatically able to make you cream without control. But, yes... You were allowing your mind to run rampant through the lewd thoughts and desires that plagued you.

Sitting up better in the bed, you tried to rub your eyes as daintily as possible, not wanting to look like a wild beast from your sleep. "Why are you so sweaty? Morning workout?"

"Just a run. Few miles." He said so casually while crawling over the bed to you, kissing your lips without hesitation and you mewled softly into his mouth as he caged you down beneath him. Never before could you think a sweaty guy would smell so good but, damn! It was almost intoxicating...and him leaning over you, his skin radiating heat, still giving a few heavy exhales from his nose while kissing you, made you embarrassingly wet... as if you didn't get enough of him yesterday.

Running one of your hands over his shoulder and then up to his undercut made him hum softly in return, enjoying your gentle touches along his warm and damp skin.

"I need to take a shower though." He smirked while pulling his lips away, feeling your hand on the back of his head briefly try to hold him close still. "Wanna join me? Let your boss help you start the day with some exercise as well? It's very good for you." That cocky grin could make you want to do anything for him...Sure you just took a shower right before bed last night, but you certainly would have been upset if you missed out on the way he was holding you up and against the shower wall, fucking you so good while your quivering legs wrapped around his hips, letting him hammer into you like it was all you were good for. You'd gladly be his used rag doll he'd toss around and fuck mercilessly...

Strong hands gripped onto the underside of your thighs near your ass, his fingertips pushing hard into your skin, surely leaving small bruised marks. He kissed and bit at your neck so hungrily, groaning in satisfaction to your shrill cries and moans of elation, your arms draped around his neck with one hand clenching onto his hair, and the other leaving more markings along his back as his beautiful cock plunged deeper into your cunt, punishing your womb without any pity.

"Fuck...you take my cock so well, baby...letting me stuff you so fucking full and deep..!" You squirmed and leaned your head back against the wall as you came at his praise, your eyes tightly shut as you almost felt like you couldn't handle how forceful he was. Surely you were seeing stars by this point, feeling like his brutal cock was going to break your pussy. Your reactions only made Sukuna thrust into you more roughly, getting addicted to the desperate sounds you were making, and the way your body writhed away from the wall in overstimulation.

"P-please..! I ca-cant..Sukuna!"

How incredible and sexy you looked pinned to the wall like this, like you were completely helpless in his grip, and your greedy pussy squeezing him so tightly as you screamed through another intense orgasm. "Oh... you can, you can..." That deep, demanding laugh into your ear made your body arch off of the wall even more, hands desperately holding onto his shoulders as his cock abused your creamy and gummy cavern, easily persuading another build up of pleasure inside. Luckily you were in the shower already because there was no hiding your continuous squirting that was coating his abdomen and running down his legs. But despite the water running, the obscene sound of squelching from your abundant juices was very loud and clear, and it was mixed with your sobbing howls of mercy. Though, you definitely didn't want any. You never wanted it to end. Your mind being so numb while fucked you so harshly was all you wanted to experience.

It wasn't long until Sukuna came undone and pressed you tightly against the wall while he filled you with his hot seed, pumping you so full you could feel it leaking back out around his cock and down your inner thighs.

His satisfied grunts made you blush and you gently wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands cradling his head against you almost lovingly. He remained against you for a moment, his mouth at your neck, kissing your skin softly between his heavy breaths.

"Seems like...a g-good morning exercise." You teased and he chuckled in response, lowering your legs gently so you could stand on your own and he massaged your hips while letting out a satisfied sigh. "Well, I'll have to make sure I include it whenever you're over here, pretty thing." His velvety voice soothed you as you came down from your high, his finger up under your chin and slowly pulling away as he turned, taking those gorgeous eyes with him.

As he turned his back to you and put his head under the water, you noticed even more tattoos along his back, and you realized you've not actually seen him completely nude and in the light until now. And you were staring, very intently to the point it felt disrespectful. Watching his hair flow down from the water, and the small water droplets falling from some of the ends, you caught yourself holding your breath for whatever reason... It's like he was just perfect in every way possible. That perfect drug that gives you such a high...so addictive and needed...

While admiring his back, noticing its just as contoured like the rest of him, you realized how badly you must have dragged your nails across his skin. Seeing the marks from your scratches, how they were deep and still red, you felt bad, not realizing exactly how much you had carved him up. But, you definitely remembered that every time you clawed him from over stimulation, he let out the most satisfying sounds, groaning and grunting while letting that cocky smirk take over his face like he certainly enjoyed it. Enjoyed giving a woman so much pleasure that she would dig her nails in for the ride because he was driving her so wild. Little marks of his success...

However, the more you looked, the more faded marks along his back you saw. Of course, as you unfortunately keep forgetting, you aren't the only woman in his life that he drives wild. Not the only one who has been in that same position against the shower wall as you just were, not the only one who has been on their back in his bed, crying out at the intense pleasure he provides. Not the only one who he's bought things for. Not the only one he calls 'pretty thing' or 'doll'...and certainly not the only one he's praised and complimented so much.

It wasn't the thought of past women he's been with that made you feel ill and weak, it was the fact that tomorrow he could have another woman in here, and then the day after, enjoy himself with you again. Like you were sharing him with who knows how many others... Did he treat most of them the same as how he does with you? Is he so gentle when they're upset, so gracious to make them amazing food, and so rough and even passionate when taking them to bed as he is with you? You definitely weren't the only woman who got to admire or appreciate his body either...though you felt as if you were the only one who adored him this much... He almost felt like a savior in your life, though it would never be something you'd say out loud like that. Thank god for the shower water streaming down your face, helping you hide the ridiculous and uncontrollable tears that wouldn't stop leaking from your eyes. You swore yourself to not get attached, you promised yourself to avoid this type of hurt. Yet you couldn't help it... Everything about him was so addicting, so exciting. So captivating...

Walking down the sidewalk next to Sukuna towards the office, you couldn't help but look up at him from time to time, admiring how cleaned up he could get in contrast to his sweaty and glistening form not that long ago. You had already figured out he had his switches between work and play. His expressions and demeanor were clear for each. Right now, this was Boss Sukuna, and it was so sexy you couldn't keep your gaze off of him for long. His serious face, his attention focused on his phone for work emails, his complete disregard for any other woman walking nearby, it all made you smile...

He stopped at the little coffee shop again, and you didn't mean to approach the counter with him, but just absentmindedly did so while eyeing some of the pastries that were displayed in a case at the counter... Seeing the other woman from Thursday who Sukuna was able to flustere made you nervous for whatever reason...

Knowing he was going to be a flirt was hard to accept...

"Oh hey! I was off work yesterday and didn't get to see you..." The woman at the counter undoubtedly enjoyed his company, as she pouted about her absence the day prior, admitting her enjoyment of seeing him almost every day. But how could you blame her... That smile that trapped you worked just as well on her, the pink hue of her face making it obvious. The way he spoke, his voice so sexy and deep, calling her 'doll', made her more flustered as she fixed his drink. Listening to them joke and laugh back and forth made you more or less zone out, trying to maintain your maturity of not being jealous about a man that didn't belong to you. "I'll take one of the caramel coffees too, and whichever pastry you'd recommend from the case."  Your eyes quickly flickered up to Sukuna as he ordered another coffee and a pastry...for you? He glanced to you briefly out of the side of his eye, giving a subtle wink while pulling his wallet out for payment.  "So when do you think I can come over again? It's not fair you've only asked once and it's been over a month." The lady pouted while setting the drinks and a wrapped pastry up onto the counter before the two of you. "Cause I had a lot of fun..."

Sukuna let out that deep chuckle from his chest while handing his card to her for payment, and then picking up your drink to hand it off to you.

Reaching for your drink, your hand was a little shaky to hold onto it confidently, so you used both hands quickly to keep it secure. Inhaling the scent from the opening of the lid, it smelled similar to what he had given you yesterday. You really did like it, a lot. But you didn't recall saying any of that to him...did he just assume it and reorder it for you?

"Ah, well...I already told you, doll..." he gave a bit of an irritated sigh while taking his card back and putting it back into his wallet. "...it was a one time thing."

Before she could say anything else he picked up his drink and the pastry and turned to you, gesturing to walk. Looking up at him, aggravation was clear on his face, and you weren't sure if that made you feel better or not...  He handed the wrapped pastry to you and you swallowed tightly while taking it, your mouth already watering at the idea of consuming it. It didn't matter if he bought you a small pastry and coffee or dresses that were insanely expensive, you felt thankful.

"Guess she's not worth a second date huh?" The words slipped out of your mouth in a sort of laugh before you could even think about them, and it felt like your stomach came up to your throat. Why even say such things??

His humored chuckle in return eased your embarrassment briefly as he looked down to your heated face while taking a drink of his coffee. You gave him a timid smile, worried you were out of place for even saying anything, but his free hand came to your chin gently, touching underneath it softly. "I don't usually prefer it..."

He said nothing more and you didn't either, feeling too nervous to say anything else, but too curious as to what he meant by he didn't usually prefer second dates... You felt a bit embarrassed walking into the office with him, wondering if anyone knew that you went home with him last night, as it felt really inappropriate...

Even if anyone knew, no one could really say that they cared. It wasn't their business, and they all knew Sukuna didn't appreciate anyone prying into his personal affairs. He did well for his employees, paying higher than most others in this practice, offered appreciation events constantly, and thanked his employees personally for certain clients that they were able to get investments from. He treated them well, but expected just as much respect in return. If this couldn't be handled, they would be fired, as he didn't tolerate much.

He had you follow him to his office again like the day prior, and your first thoughts were of the events from yesterday morning, but, this was Boss Sukuna right now... You sat across from him, and he turned to his computer briefly before moving the screen of it towards you. "Remember the meetings yesterday? You'll find any updates about them here. Sometimes there are no comments, and don't worry about that right now. But, you'll want to look for the ones with any feedback, as those are important."

He explained how usually there will be opportunities to have a repeat meeting if needed, to clarify more information or concerns, or if the meeting wasn't successful at all. Sometimes no comments were good, as it meant nothing good nor bad was happening. You took your notes, you asked anything you needed to, and you stayed focused as he was. It was still hard to believe you were writing on the desk that he bent you over yesterday morning...

You had considered making a joke about it, but since he never seemed to mention it, you remained quiet...

The entirety of the day went by with Sukuna in his Boss mood, teaching you how he wants specific things handled or filed away properly, and his typical schedule for the day. It would also be your job to keep him on time or prepared for the various tasks throughout the day if necessary.

If he needed to be in a meeting by 11 am, you needed to make sure the conference room was ready to go with any files at the table, and you needed to make sure he was prepared and ready to attend it despite what else is going on. Of course he never planned on being late to anything, but in the event he was distracted with another business matter, you needed to be there and keep him on track. And if he was unable to walk away from whatever it was, you needed to take over in any way that you could.

He certainly wasn't as flirty today as he was yesterday, and it made you a bit concerned, wondering if you had done something wrong. You didn't let the expressions form on your face, and you made sure to continue to pay attention to his rules and expectations.

Hopefully everything he had said the night prior was true...he just started enjoying himself with you, and you weren't useless to him. Though no matter how many times you tried to reassure yourself he was just busy and working seriously for the day, your mind kept encouraging the worst ideas possible. Tuesday, 10:17 AM

Unfortunately, it kept you distracted and with a foggy mind, so much so that it took a slightly angered tone from Sukuna calling your name to get your attention as you sat across from him in the conference room. It was easy to see the awareness come back to  your face in an instant as you got chills, realizing you had completely spaced out, not even remembering coming into the conference room.  Your heart beat rapidly and you felt short of breath, quickly glancing around only to be relieved that no one else but the two of you were in here.

"I-I'm sorry!" you laughed lightly while offering a small smile as you looked back to him. "I just zoned out I guess and-"

"That wont be tolerable..."

Feeling your breath seize in your throat, your head dropped in an instant bow of respect and apology as you stared down at the table, feeling your skin shake with nerves and dread from hearing the disapproval in his voice. He's still your boss...you still had a job to do...you needed to get your shit together and stop stressing over things. Things you promised yourself to not get attached to or worry about!

Only day two, and you felt like you were fucking all of this up suddenly...

Well you and Sukuna certainly got to have a lot of fun in this chapter!😘 But who is complaining?? Hopefully he isn't too irritated though with you right now... For whatever reason he's been only serious while at work but why is that??

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The prince was always sinking under shining,expensive jewelry.Of course it’s normal,he was the future ruler of this kingdom after all,he was dressed just as he should.

With or without his golden and diamonds crown,he was still breathtaking.His face was a huge inspiration source to the castle’s painters.His servants would always choose him the most elegant cloches to wear,everyone could admire his every angle and genuinely appreciate the view…

«But they weren’t seeing anything.»

That’s why thought a certain knight every time someone complemented his Majesty.

They weren’t seeing what’s under all these fabric.

They weren’t seeing the skin it covered,the muscles it hided…

They weren’t seeing his cheeks turning red or even his needy eyes every time he was being teased.

They were seeing the courtisants drooling on his shoes,but they weren’t seeing his knight drooling between his thighs.

They were seeing his lips mouving when he talked,but not his mouth wrapped around his member,moaning while he was playing with his exposed erection.

Yes,he was the only one feeling his bare skin shiver under his touch,the only one who was allowed to hear his moan and make him beg on his knees,the only one aware of his every fantasies.

The only one allowed to be close to his body,just as much as he was with his heart.

As long as they kept it secret.

what if j has a praise kink and that's why she always wants to do jobs good

I will praise j

everything [soonyoung nsfw]

this is for @baepsae-butterfly

I hope you enjoy this. To be honest, I wasn’t 100% familiar with how a praise kink should go, since I don’t have one myself, but I do hope that I did this justice and you like it anyway!

I think it’s really sweet >//<

thank you for requesting!

And thank you for helping me figure out some of the woes of tumblr layouts and masterlists, etc. I feel like less of a newb now <3

word count: 1057 pairings: soonyoung x reader genre: smut, fluffy // praise kink

“You look so beautiful tonight.”

You blushed when the words left Soonyoung’s mouth, not expecting it considering you were perched on his lap as the two of you lip-locked lazily. His warm hands sat at your thighs and his breath was hot against your lips as he spoke to you, and something about the praise made your heart swell.

“Thank you…” You weren’t exactly sure how to respond when he said the words at such an intimate time, so when the gratitude left your lips he chuckled and leaned his head forward to nuzzle into your neck.

“I’m serious, babygirl. You always look beautiful, but tonight you look so stunning to me. I don’t even know how to explain it.”

The way he continued to speak those words of praise made butterflies in stomach roar and you found yourself squirming on his lap, biting your lip as you attempted to compose yourself. You wanted to hear more, but didn’t want to be greedy and ask for it.

He peeked up at you, easily noting what you were doing and you didn’t get to see the smirk that played on his lips at realizing how much you enjoyed the compliment. He decided to push your buttons a little bit and tightened his grip on your thighs as he spoke next.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You shook your head in reply, hoping he’d drop it, but the boy simply asked again, this time bringing one hand up to cup your cheek and bring your face down to look at him, your eyes fluttering open.

You saw the playful glint in his sharp eyes, and pouted when you realized he was messing with you.

“Is there anything else you think about me?” You found yourself asking when his gaze didn’t wane, your teeth grazing the inside of your cheek nervously.

“Like what?” He questioned teasingly, his hand resuming its position on the back of your thigh and letting his fingers run up and down it gently, the sensation ticklish through your jeans.

You sighed and shook your head once more, making a move to get off of his lap, but he stopped you, pulling back toward him until you were flush against his chest, his lips beside your ears so he could whisper his next words.

“You mean like the way your eyes have sparkled the entire evening since you got here? Or how pretty and pink your lips look, especially after kissing you so much? Or how cute the sounds of your little moans are when I touch you?”

He phrased them as questions, but you knew he was simply saying them to feed into your desires, and you gasped when he suddenly flipped you so were on your back, pressed into his couch as he hovered over you, his face inches from yours.

“You look so fucking amazing wearing my hoodie, you know that?” He commented, his fingers reaching toward the end of the material and tugging on it and you sat up to let him take it off of you. He lowered his head to your exposed collarbone after tossing the fabric across the room, pressing a open-mouth kiss on the bone. “You look even better with it off, though.”

You very nearly moaned when his fingers glided across your stomach until he reached the underside of your bra, his hand slipping under the cup to grasp the soft flesh of your breast.

“Your body is so fucking perfect, it makes me wonder if you’re even real sometimes, y/n.”

Your back arched, forcing you to press yourself into his hand as he played with your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your sensitive nipple.

Every single word that left his mouth made you needy for more. You could feel yourself becoming increasingly wet, your panties now sticky inside of your jeans as you wiggled and squirmed beneath your boyfriend's ministrations.

“What else?” You groaned out, your hands coming up to rest in the soft bush of his dyed blond hair, tugging slightly when he bit down gently on the top of your chest, no doubt leaving a mark.

He didn’t answer before his lips traveled lower and lower until his nose became level with the button on your jeans. “You’re always such a good girl for me, baby. I don’t even have to ask you for you to know what I want, do I?”

Your hips rose after he undid your pants and began to pull them down, tossing them by his discarded hoodie once they were free of your body. He placed his hands on your thighs as he sat up, looking down at you in admiration.

“There’s honestly too much to say, because I love you so much. It can’t even be properly put it into words. I love absolutely everything.”

His tone was no longer laced with teasing anymore when he said that last sentence, the look in his eyes entirely serious and maybe even a little desperate. You moaned when his fingers slipped under the soak material of your panties and rubbed across the hot flesh of your core. His thumb grazed your clit, causing your hips to jerk in reaction as your arm went up to cover your face, a hiss escaping you.

His hand left your panties, making you whimper until you felt him grab your arm and pull it down, gasping when you found his face now level with yours.

“You’re far too beautiful to cover yourself, y/n. Let me look at you while I make you feel all of my love.” His hand was back inside of your underwear seconds later, one of his fingers entering you slowly while his thumb continued to rub circles over your sensitive nub.

To keep yourself from hiding you face in embarrassment, you wrapped your arms loosely around Soonyoung’s neck, your fingers knitting their way into his hair as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, all the while still muttering how beautiful you were and how much he loved you and the sound of your voice when he touched you.

The night seemed almost endless with every trip over the edge he brought you, but you didn’t want it to end either, feeling so much love and warmth fill you to the brim and overflow beyond you.

Wooooowwwww.

Um. Yep. This tracks.

of course i have a praise kink, i'm a burnt out former gifted child.

Uh....Jimin your praise kink is showing

“My sweet girl” yea that’s meee it’s me that’s my name I’m ur sweet girl hi <333

I'm angry because this would totally work for me. I feel called out!

Prompt 78

Geralt likes providing for his bard. He likes when Jaskier's eyes light up when Geralt brings him plenty of food. He likes when Jaskier rushes to undress as soon as Geralt says he found a safe body of water to bathe in. He likes when Jaskier lets out that soft moan of comfort when he's cozied up on his bedroll next to a warm fire. Geralt likes that at the first sign of danger or ailment, Jaskier rushes to Geralt, because nobody will fight harder to protect Jaskier than Geralt. Geralt likes the hugs Jaskier gives him when Geralt buys him something he saw him ogling in town. Geralt likes when Jaskier beams at him when Geralt provides him with praise and compliments. Geralt likes Jaskier's squeal of excitement when Geralt allows them to splurge on an expensive bathhouse or inn every few months. Time passes. Jaskier however suddenly looks saddened at every luxury or care that Geralt tries to give him. Jaskier begins trying to get himself food, and complaining less about wanting to wash his hair, and he goes to sleep cold if he thinks Geralt wouldn't want a fire. Jaskier doesn't look around at markets any more, and vehemently denies wanting anything. Jaskier mutters "You don't have to" at any praise. Jaskier widens his eyes in horror and begs Geralt to keep the money and not waste it on something unessential. Geralt finally breaks and asks Jaskier why he's acting so odd one day, and Jaskier admits that he's begun to worry about being a burden. Geralt does so much, and Jaskier fears Geralt sees him as dead weight. Geralt is disgusted at the mere thought. A more disgusting thought, however, is that he now has to try and explain to Jaskier, with words, that he likes doing things for Jaskier.

Idw Drabble II

Tarn

It was always a glorious day to end a tratiors life. Watching their optics flare with one last pulse of life before the grey crept up their frame symvolizing their death.

It gave Tarn the shivers. The shivers, as in, the feeling of accomplishing something for the Cause, one last mech or femme of the list.

Tarn relished in that feeling, sitting at his office desk on the Peaceful Tyranny. Thick length resting in his servo as he leaned back in his office chair.

His optics half lit in pleasure as his clawed digits gently stroked up and down the throbbing rod. Oh it felt so good to be apart of the Cause under his Lord's command.

His moan echoed off of the walls of his office, as he thumbed the head and slit of his spike. His mind floating off to think of Megatron's praises for yet another successful hunt as he pleasured himself.

Too bad, Megatron didn't actually give a scrap about his little murder club.

Nose Rings in Paradise

Rating: MA

Warnings: This is Smut, well not entirely, but there are sexually elements, and Hyde (the cowboy/American) and Heydrich's (ex-German officer) relationship is slightly toxic and not an ideal relationship. Just a forewarning.

The sun shone brightly on the small, coastal town that Hyde and Heydrich had hunkered down in. The salty breeze that filtered from the ocean flowed down the main street of the town. It was a tourist town, so most people didn’t think twice about a German and an American walking down the street. Said street was full of people milling around looking through windows at the expensive items. 

    Heydrich adjusted his sunglasses as he walked next to Hyde. The cut off jeans that Hyde wore were just a hair too short and it made Heydrich’s eyes darted to the plump American’s ass. Heydrich cleared his throat as he straightened up a bit. His tank top hung loosely from his upper body, his pale skin almost blinding in the bright sun. He was bound to get sunburnt at some point, but at least he was comfortable, unlike Hyde was in that unbuttoned wool flannel. 

    “You keep swinging your ass around like that, Hyde, people might think you're a slut,” Heydrich rumbled, making Hyde pause and glance over his shoulder at the older man. The American smirked and wiggled his eyebrow from under the brim of his hat. 

    “I would of thought ya’d like it, sir,” Hyde chirped, his hands planting themselves on his hips while he gave them a shake. Heydrich growled in the back of his throat before he firmly brought his hand down on Hyde’s ass. Hyde yipped but instantly leaned back into Heydrich’s hand as it firmly groped. 

    “I never said I didn’t like.. It.. Oh~?” Heydrich trailed off, his eyes having spotted something in the distance. Hyde gulped and looked back at Heydrich before following his eyes to a tattoo shop. Hyde made a confused humming noise that turned into a moan as Heydrich soothed over his ass then in between his cheeks. 

    “You know what would make your Commander so very happy, Hyde?” Heydrich whispered into his ear. Hyde shivered and arched his back, pushing so that Heydrich’s fingers rubbed over his entrance through his jeans. 

    “W-what?” Hyde paused, his cheeks burning a bright red, “poppa?” Heydrich tilted his head and patted his ass.

    “Poppa? Hmmm,” Heydrich rumbled huskily before putting his hand on Hyde’s lower back, “I want you to get a nose ring, boy.”

    Hyde blinked and looked at the tattoo parlor. A nose ring? How would that make Heydrich hot and bothered? Hyde gave Heydrich a confused look that quickly succumbed to yet another moan as Heydrich slipped his hand around Hyde’s front to flick one of his bared nipples. 

    “Hmm, what do you say?” Heydrich whispered, shamelessly abusing the nipple as people walked by them, hardly sparing them a glance. Hyde bit his lower lip before nodding his hips bucking with each tug on his nipple. “Good boy,” Heydrich mumbled, giving Hyde’s cheek a kiss before pulling back. 

    Heydrich wrapped his arm around Hyde’s waist and started to walk him towards the parlor. Hyde started to get antsy and squirmy as they neared the door. The door squeaked as Heydrich opened it, revealing an unbusy looking shop. A fan lazily spun on the ceiling, hardly giving any sort of ventilation in the shop.

    A man at the desk, heavily tattooed and pierced, looked the pair up and down before shrugging and leaning on the counter separating the ‘waiting room’ from the tattoo chairs. “What can I do for you two?” He asked while glancing back at one other person in the shop, a colleague of his. 

    Heydrich gently pushed Hyde towards the counter, giving his ass one last squeeze before crossing his arms and waiting for Hyde to explain. 

    “Oh uh, Howdy, sir, I was uhm,” Hyde glanced back at Heydrich who gave him a nod to continue. “I’d like tah get a nose piercing.” He finally stated making the man at the counter nod and push a part of the counter up to let the cowboy through. 

    “Sure thing, bud, would you like the middle pierced, or one of the sides?” He asked while gesturing for his colleague to come forward. 

    “Oh uh, I’d like a nose ring, right through the middle, please,” Hyde said politely while sitting down in the leather chair, his hands going to his lap and fingers interlocking. Heydrich mentally noted how polite the westerner was being, he’d have to reward the boy for that later. 

    “Alright, my coworker will be performing the procedure, she’s still in training, but she’s great. And I assume you are paying?” The man said pointing at Heydrich who nodded and pulled out a wallet from one of his pockets. While the transaction was being paid for the said coworker the man was talking about came forward, a cleaning solution and a cloth in hand.

    “This will hurt quite a bit, and make sure to clean the wound every day okay?” She said while putting some of the cleaning solution on the cloth. “Tilt your head back please, I need to clean the area.” 

    Hyde gulped and tilted his head back exhaling hard before closing his eyes. The woman cleaning his nose spoke soothingly to him, but Hyde tuned it out more focused on how Heydrich was going to like the nose ring. 

    After paying the man Heydrich leaned on the counter to watch the woman grab a piercing gun and hold it to Hyde’s nose. With some instructions from the more experienced man, the woman got ready to pierce the nose. Heydrich perked up as Hyde stiffened and clenched his hands. He let out a loud hiss as the needle jabbed through the skin of his nose. 

    The pained hissed made Heydrich’s cock jump to attention, but more so when traces of blood smeared out of Hyde’s nose. A nose ring was soon put through the wound and set into place. The woman cleaned up the blood and patted Hyde’s arm telling him he could open his eyes now. Hyde blinked his eyes and wrinkled his nose instantly mewing in pain when the action sent a stabbing pain through his face.

    Heydrich’s eyes turned predatory as Hyde slowly got up, listening to a few instructions about taking care of the piercing. Hyde glanced at Heydrich and noticed his gaze, making him press his thighs together and absently nod at the man and woman’s instructions. 

    When the woman was done explaining the man let him through to the lobby area where Heydrich put an arm around his shoulders and drew him close. Heydrich thanked the people while leading Hyde out of the shop. Hyde tipped his head down so his hat would block the sun as they entered the street once more. 

    Heydrich moved his hand from Hyde’s shoulder to his neck pulling him closer, Heydrich’s lips brushing against his slightly sweaty neck. “You look absolutely delectable, my little cowboy,” Heydrich whispered, making Hyde exhale loudly and his thighs pressed together. Heydrich smirked and gave his ear lobe a bite before pulling back. “We’re going home now, Hyde,” He stated and steered the younger man towards the way to their small house sandwiched between two identical looking houses. 

    Their house was a creamy yellow with a grey-blue roof, a small fenced yard with a garden full of bright flowers. Heydrich liked to garden, which Hyde thought was the most hilarious thing ever, but he knew never to mess with the man’s prized plants. The house in question wasn’t very large. It had only two bedrooms, a single bathroom, a modest kitchen/dining room, and a living room. There were several windows, and at the height of summer, they were always open, letting the wind flow through the house. 

    Heydrich and Hyde walked down the sidewalk to the neighborhood area of the beach town, Heydrich waving at their neighbors, while Hyde tried to keep his dick from being visible through his short jeans. When they reached their front gate, Hyde shoved it open rushing up the cobblestone path to their front door. Heydrich smirked as he watched him hurry to the house. He shut the gate slowly and strolled up the walkway, his hands clasped behind his back. Hyde was waiting just inside the door, nervously but excitedly shifting his weight from foot to foot, his toes wiggling in his cowboy boots. Heydrich stopped at the outside of the door to increase Hyde’s anticipation, before slowly opening the door. 

    Hyde bit his lower lip as he looked Heydrich up and down. Heydrich slowly approached, his hand raising up to grab Hyde by his chin, tilting his head back so he could observe the nose ring. His blue eyes trailed down Hyde’s face, past his pouty lips and down his bobbing Adam's apple to his pert nipples. 

    “You know Hyde, I think your tits would look cute with two little rings through each nipple. Hmm? Wouldn’t you say?” Heydrich asked while bringing his other hand up to roughly pinch one of his nipple. Hyde yelped and arched his back, his chin pushing more into Heydrich's other hand. Heydrich hummed and pushed Hyde back against the wall near the door, Hyde’s boots clopping awkwardly on the floor. 

    Heydrich let go of Hyde’s chin and nipple before spinning him around and pinning him to the wall with a hand on his neck. Hyde instinctively arched his back, his ass perked out and hands laid flat against the wall. His hat tilted back off his head and fluttered to the ground showing off his messy blonde hat hair. 

    Heydrich’s other hand came around and grabbed Hyde by his belt pulling him back into his groin, which he pushed forwards and rubbed. “You’ve pleased me very much today, boy,” Heydrich said smoothly, his german accent growing stronger as he became more and more aroused. Hyde moaned and nodded his cheek pressed firmly against the wall.

    “Th-thank you, poppa,” Hyde said huskily. Heydrich hummed and pressed forwards, his front coming to lay against the curve of Hyde’s back. 

    “You were so polite for that young lady, didn’t protest or anything,” Heydrich mumbled, leaning towards his ear and breathing hotly on it. Hyde panted and moved one and down his front to grope at his groin. 

    “Y-yes sir,” Hyde choked out, only for Heydrich to turn the hand that was on his neck around to his throat pulling him off the wall to lean his head onto Heydrich’s shoulder. Hyde wheezed and brought his teasing hand up to grab Heydrich’s wrist. 

    “Ah ah ah I was just complimenting you don’t make me take that back,” Heydrich tutted while giving Hyde’s throat a squeeze. Hyde moaned heatedly and ground his ass backwards into Heydrich’s groin, feeling his hard cock against it. 

    Hyde blushed and licked his lips, “Sorry sir.” Heydrich chuckled huskily, making Hyde shiver. 

    “Oh I’m sure,” Heydrich whispered before letting go of Hyde’s throat. Hyde whined as Heydrich stepped back from him completely. “Now how about some lunch, I am hungry,” Heydrich announced, clasping his hands together. 

    Hyde’s mouth dropped as he turned and looked at Heydrich. How could the man always do that? Just ignore his boner like that? Heydrich smirked and pushed his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead, “What? Keep your mouth agape like that, you might catch a bug.” 

    Hyde snapped his jaw shut and crouched down to pick up his hat, his lips pursing into a pout. Heydrich hummed a tune as he sauntered into the kitchen. Hyde rolled his eyes and shrugged off his flannel completely, hanging it on a coat hook by the door. 

    Heydrich was a code that Hyde could not crack, and he was okay with never being able to crack it. But damn was his dick throbbing in his pants. 

Sam and he just listens so so so well. Dean tells him to do something? He does it with no second thought.

Dean notices quickly, and at first he uses it for stupid stuff. Cleaning the kitchen, picking up clothes, getting him a snack from the fridge. But then he realizes Sam does literally anything he asks.

He starts asking for small things ... hugs, a kiss on the cheek, sometimes just hand holding. Then he starts asking for Sam to come in the bathroom, making him take a shower where he has to watch. And Sam doesn't care, he just does it.

Sam knows that he can say no, Dean gives him a "I'll stop if you don't want to" talk nearly every week. He just doesn't, especially when he's being asked to sit on Dean's lap and not to move. Even when Dean gets handsy and starts grinding against him, he just takes it with a smile.

Dean feels guilty at first, but then Sam starts asking him for things too.

"Can I have a kiss?" or "Can you touch me again?"

All it does is make Dean ask for more every day.