#i don’t have the spoons to type much let alone reply to anybody ESPECIALLY not him bc this fucking pissed me off so bad i have been too
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ok mutuals be honest. should i “break up” w my counselor over these texts yes or no
#purrs#i don’t have the spoons to type much let alone reply to anybody ESPECIALLY not him bc this fucking pissed me off so bad i have been too#angry to reply. like what the fuck is this. im going through a hard time right now so why are you judging me for wanting us to talk about#that instead of me doing your stupid little homework assignment. i just feel so judged by him all the time and i can’t work up the courage#to tell him or end things. but i am actually dreading talking abt this new development / topic w him anyways bc the last time we talked abt#it he judged and pushed me so hard and i got SOOOOO angry but also maybe he was right and just saying thigns i didn’t want to hear and then#his supervisor got sick and he said he had this plan for us to do the erikson thing and we’ve barely started it and i feel so bad bc i#genuinely think it could work but i just don’t mesh well with him. but it’s like i should give it a try and stick it out bc there’s only a f#few months left and what if things get better. and also ihavent given him any indication of how unhappy ive been w him as my counselor and i#don’t want to spring it on him out of nowhere. but no we’ve been working together since October and i don’t feel seen or supported by him at#all an di know i have to leave bc i deserve better but things are so bad rn and my brain has been broken all weekend and i just don’t have t#the strength and idk what to reply or if i should but i think everyone is probably gonna say i need to leave him and i think you’d be right.#delete later#i truly do not have the mental capacity to rn but if u go thru my other purrs posts i talk abt some of the shit he’s done that has just been#building and building and i know i need to do smth about it bc it’s not okay. but im so scared.
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"Happy Birthday, Daddy" - Harry Flynn X Reader
So, this is my first ever fanfic request, by none other than @missdictatorme!!
I hope you like it 💕 if you like this and want something similar, please feel free to drop me an ask 😘
Raying: Teen and up
Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex.
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Harry Flynn woke up blinking, trying to clear the sleep that was blurring his vision. He vaguely recognised the sound of the shower, and realised he was missing the warmth from your body, that he had grown used to over the past few years. As he sat up in bed, he felt a throbbing in his head that reminded him of the large amount of alcohol he’d consumed the previous night.
“Happy Birthday to me.” Harry grumbled, pushing back the covers and stretching as he rose from the bed.
Harry heard the water being turned off in the bathroom, and smirked to himself. Morning sex was his favourite type of sex, but “Happy Birthday” morning sex was just the best. He plonked himself at the bottom of the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers as he sat proudly waiting for you to appear, so he could receive his first gift of the day.
The door to the bathroom flew open, and you came whirling out of the bathroom fully dressed, your wet hair dripping onto your baggy shirt which smothered your delicate frame. You flew around the room like a tornado, gathering your jacket, shoes and handbag, before stopping briefly to plant a kiss on Harry’s head.
“Where’s the fire, love?” Harry teased.
“Sorry honey, I’m running late. I’ll see you later!” you called over your shoulder as you ran through the apartment.
“Later?” Harry asked as he followed you into to the kitchen, “I thought we could do breakfast this morning, seeing as you didn’t feel up to drinks last night.”
“Sorry Harry, I’m really late as it is. And I promised I’d meet Elena for lunch, so I don’t want to fill up before I see her. I’ll see you for dinner later!” You called over your shoulder, barely noticing the hurt and confusion on Harry’s face as he watched you rush out of the door.
Harry had never considered himself a needy person, and when you first got together, your relationship was only supposed to be a casual mess about between friends. However, Harry quickly realised that you were the one for him, with your quick humour and daring personality, and it wasn’t long before you moved in together. You didn’t mind his flirty attitude, and you would often compete with each other to see who was more successful with the opposite sex. Neither of you were particularly bothered about birthdays, but it had become a tradition of yours to start the day with breakfast in bed, followed by a good round of happy birthday sex, and then whatever celebrations followed.
For Harry’s birthday this year, you were supposed to join him and your group of friends for birthday drinks the night before, but you’d complained of feeling unwell, and didn’t want to be out drinking. So Harry had gone alone, thinking you would have your own private celebrations today. He was crushed when he realised this wasn’t the case. He found himself sitting around the apartment, checking his phone every five minutes to see if you had called or text him. You hadn’t.
Did she forget it was my birthday or something? Harry thought to himself. Normally I’m the one who forgets, this isn’t like her at all. Harry sulked for a few hours, and when he realised it was unlikely that you would be coming back any time soon, he decided to go out for a drink, even if it meant drinking alone on his birthday. He text a few friends to see if anybody was free, but only Nate replied to say yes.
Harry met Nate down at their local bar, and it didn’t take long for Nate to figure out something was wrong.
“What’s up with you, today? Have you suddenly realised you’re turning into an old man?” he teased.
“Haha, very funny.” Harry replied sarcastically. “No, it’s Y/N. I think there’s something wrong. She ran out of the apartment without even stopping to wish me happy birthday this morning. I didn’t even get a birthday blowie!”
“Gross.” Nate shuddered and laughed, “Too much information, dude.”
“I’m serious, man. Normally she’ll do me breakfast in bed, happy birthday sex and then presents... This year I don’t think she’s even got me a card!” Harry complained, lifting his beer to his lips. “What if she’s bored of me? What if there’s someone else?”
“Harry, come on. This is Y/N we’re talking about here. You guys are meant to be together, no way would she even think of looking at another guy.” Nate reassured his friend. “Maybe she really is busy today. I bet she’ll have something extra special planned for you for later.”
“Maybe,” Harry wondered quietly. “But I just think it’s weird that Y/N was meeting Elena today, when she knows it’s my birthday. We never make plans on each other’s birthday, I know she’d go mad if it was the other way round.”
At this, Nate’s cheeks flushed red, and he took a swift drink of beer, avoiding any eye contact with Harry. Harry didn’t even notice, too swept up in his own thoughts, worrying about what was so important that you had forgotten his birthday. After a moment’s silence, Nate cleared his throat.
“Listen, Harry. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. Maybe Y/N has just forgotten. But that doesn’t mean she loves you any less, and I know if she has forgotten, she will go above and beyond to make it up to you. Trust me, you’ll soon realise you’ve blown this way out of proportion.”
“I hope so,” Harry replied sourly. “I just hope that she realises she’s got a lot of making up to do for making me feel so crappy.” Nathan just rolled his eyes and shook his head. The two stayed for a couple more drinks, and it was early evening when Harry finally stumbled up the stairs to the apartment.
As he reached the door, he could smell something cooking, and his mouth instantly started to water. He was still pissed at you for forgetting his birthday, but it smelled like you were trying to make up for it, which was at least a start. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy though, love, Harry thought to himself. Harry fumbled with his keys, and once he had finally managed to get into the apartment, he was shocked to see what you had done to the place.
Candles had been lit all around the apartment, and a path of rose petals led from the door to the bedroom, with a side path diverting to the lounge. A soft guitar melody played through the speakers from the lounge, and Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion; did you really think that cheesy romance would cause him to forgive you? Still, the amazing smell that wafted from the kitchen distracted Harry momentarily, and he found himself moving slowly towards the sound of sizzling meat, mixed with soft humming as you busied yourself with dinner. Harry leaned on the doorway, watching as you danced lightly around the cupboards, gathering ingredients and dishes, blissfully unaware of your audience.
Harry cleared his throat, causing the spoon you’d been using to fall onto the floor with a clatter, as you jumped and turned to face him in surprise. “Jesus, Harry, you scared me!” you laughed, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, planting soft kisses on his cheek. “Had a good day?”
“I guess,” Harry replied bitterly. “Met Nate for a few drinks, seeing as he was the only one who could be bothered to see me today.”
“I’m sorry I had to leave so early this morning,” you apologised, sensing the bitterness in Harry’s voice. “I felt awful that we couldn’t do your birthday breakfast, especially as I couldn’t come for drinks last night.”
“Still didn’t stop you from leaving me without even saying happy birthday this morning. You didn’t even tell me where you were going!”
“Harry, baby, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been terrible today, please let me make it up to you! Look, I’m even cooking your favourite meal for dinner!” you showed him the risotto that was bubbling away merrily on the stove, and curled yourself into him, a look of plea in your eyes. “What do you say? Am I forgiven?”
Harry refused to look at you for a while, but eventually gave in with a sigh, pulling you into a tight hug. “It’s a start, I suppose.” He muttered. “But you’ve got a lot of making up to do before I really decide whether to forgive you or not.” You beamed up at him and kissed him passionately on the lips. You dragged him over to the candlelit table and sat him down, before grabbing a beer from the fridge and placing it before him. “This is more like it,” Harry smirked, “Although I don’t see why you’ve gone to so much trouble with the decorations, it’s not like we’re expecting the Queen of England to pop round for a cuppa.”
You smiled, stroking Harry’s cheek delicately. “I just want your birthday to be a special one, that’s all. Because I love you.” Harry smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. There was no way he could stay mad at you, he knew that.
Once dinner was finished, you both leaned back in your chairs, full and satisfied. Harry sighed happily. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Y/N. That was delicious.” You grinned at him, as you rose to clear the table. Harry took a few swigs of beer, and then helped to clear the last of the dinner things. “Now, not to sound ungrateful, love, but the way I see it, there’s still some making up to do, seeing as you forgot my birthday.” You opened your mouth to argue, but Harry raised his hand to silence you, smirking as he did so. “I’m not saying that dinner wasn’t good, but don’t think it’s gone unnoticed that I’ve not yet received a present. I hope it’s something impressive. So should I close my eyes, or do we need to head to the bedroom, so I can unwrap you myself?”
You giggled, and guided Harry back to his seat at the table. “Oh I’ve got a surprise for you alright, but you don’t need to go to the bedroom just yet.” You purred in his ear, running your fingers along his collar. “You just wait here, I’ll be right back.” You slunk away, leaving Harry twitching in anticipation. When you returned, you made him close his eyes, and placed a card and a small box furnished with ribbon on the table in front of him. “Happy birthday, Harry.” Your voice was thick with emotion, as Harry opened one eye to look at you.
Disappointment flashed briefly across his face, when he realised you weren’t naked, but was soon replaced with curiosity when he noticed the box and envelope before him. He went to pick up the box first, but you stopped him, indicating that the card should be the first thing opened. Harry threw you a quizzical look, before obliging, and chuckled when he read the front of the card. “Happy Birthday to the world’s best Daddy.” He chuckled. “That’s cute love, but don’t you think that’s taking the daddy kink just a little too far?”
“Just open the box, moron.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. Harry undid the box, and you could see the look of confusion grow on his face. Inside was a pair of boots; tiny Timberland ones, that perfectly matched Harry’s own, battered pair. You bit your lip in anticipation, waiting for the penny to drop, but Harry remained clueless.
“Erm, thanks sweetheart. I can hang them as a decoration in my car.” Disappointment was clear in Harry’s voice; this clearly wasn’t what he’d been expecting. You sighed and came and sat beside him, grasping his hands firmly within your own.
“Harry, sweetheart. They’re not meant to be used as a decoration in your car. We will have to wait a while before we can use them. Like about 9 months?” you hinted, desperately wishing Harry to understand. Harry remained quiet, processing your words slowly. At last he seemed to begin to understand, his eyes flitting to your belly, then back to the tiny shoes on the table.
“When you said you weren’t feeling like drinking last night...” Harry’s question trailed off as you nodded, tears pooling in your eyes.
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to have a drink for a while.” You whispered. Harry picked up the card again, and as he did, a blurry looking picture fell into his lap. Harry’s hands were shaking as he inspected the image.
“Is this what I think it is?” his voice was hoarse, almost afraid to say the words out loud. “Is this... Mine?”
“Well who’s else is it going to be, idiot?” you snapped, insulted by his question. Harry laughed and pulled you towards him, tenderly kissing the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “Harry, we’re going to have a baby. You and me.”
“I’m going to be a dad? Is this real?”
“It’s real,” you sniffled. “I’ve had it confirmed, I’m 6 weeks pregnant. This is why I had to leave so early this morning, Elena was taking me to the scan, and then we had to figure out the best way to tell you. I thought it would be a nice surprise for your birthday.”
Harry was silent. He kept looking at the baby scan, and then to you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. After a moment, Harry carefully placed his hands on your belly, and a soft sob escaped him. “Hey baby Flynn. I’m your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you properly.” He began kissing your belly gently, as you tenderly stroked his hair. “I can’t believe you’re going to have a baby. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner!”
“I’m sorry, honey. I just wanted to make sure everything was going to be okay. And I wanted the scan picture to give to you as part of your present.”
Harry stood, pulling you with him, and wrapped himself around you in a loving, protective hug. “This is the best present I could have asked for, love. I couldn’t be happier.” He grasped you gently by the neck, and kissed you with so much passion that your legs started to give way, and Harry had to snake his arm under your back to stop you from falling. “Steady love,” he chuckled, kissing your neck softly. “we don’t want anything to happen to Harry Jr now, do we?”
You slapped his chest playfully. “We don’t know that it is going to be a Harry. For all you know, we could be having a Harriet. What do you think of that?”
“As long as they’re healthy, I don’t care what we have.” Harry smiled, picking you up and wrapping your legs around him. You laughed, clinging on for dear life as Harry spun around in excitement.
“Harry be careful!” you squealed, tightening the grip of your legs around his waist. Harry grinned, pulling you both onto the sofa so that you were straddling him, and ran his hands down your back and across your rear.
“Say,” Harry smirked, his hands squeezing your backside gently, “what are the rules about having sex when you’re pregnant?”
You smiled, and pushed yourself into his groin, fuelling the fires of your love. “As far as I know, it’s business as usual.”
“Excellent!” Harry cheered, lifting both of you off the sofa and carrying you to the bedroom. “Because it’s still my birthday, and now we’ve got even more to celebrate!”
#uncharted#uncharted fic#harry flynn#fanfic author#i suck at hashtags#request#Harry Flynn X reader#fluff
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Modern Male Orc x Trans Man Reader (sfw) Part 1
this kinda hit me in the middle of the night when i was supposed to be sleeping so i started it on my phone and then finished on my compute r
You couldn't believe you'd finally cracked. For the last two years you had been happily single, focusing more on earning your degree than on a love life. You liked it that way. The last couple relationships you'd had were... rocky, to say the least, but ended mutually and on good terms. You even sometimes went out to get a drink with one of them now and then; with her new girlfriend tagging along who you were immediately determined to befriend. Your roommate, on the other hand, seemed to think that your forlorn gazes at the other male students was a sign that you needed to give it another shot.
"Okay, just, hear me out." Nira had began during one movie night. The faun had paused at the half wall separating the living room from the ‘kitchen’ with a bowl of hot popcorn in their hands, chocolaty brown eyes locked on you instead of the tv. "Just one date won't bring about the end of the world. You can just ask one of the cute guys in your classes, or at work." They suggested, pouting huffily at your eye roll.
"You know why I can't 'just' do that, N." You sighed, dropping the remote into the little hammock the blanket made between your knees. "I have the worst time talking to anybody, let alone a cute somebody." You glanced at them as they settled down beside you, tucking a leg under the other.
"Then.. Why not not ask them face to face?"
"...You've lost me."
"A dating profile!" Nira exclaimed, eyes glinting excitedly in the dim light. "Just make like, a Tinder or a Grindr or whatever other app floats your boat, and just browse and wait for a match."
You had to admit that at the time it wasn't the worst possible idea. They'd had plenty worse than using a dating app. But.. You still beat around the bush for another week and a half. Eventually you set up a Grindr- without letting Nira know right off the bat- and the waiting game began. You groaned to yourself and left your phone forgotten on your chest to cover your face with your hands. "There's no way I really got talked into this..." You grumbled against your palms, shutting your eyes and closing off all the nervous thoughts prickling at the back of your mind.
Within just a few minutes of calming down, your phone buzzed almost aggressively against you. You expected it to be Nira, or another friend, or even a classmate asking about notes. Instead, it was an alert that someone had liked you. Apparently you really didn’t need to wait as long as you thought.
It was an almost painfully handsome orcish someone. According to the distance he most likely went to your college and probably even stayed in one of the dormitories, or an apartment like you were, and it set off another wave of nerves. From his profile photos he actually was part of the culinary students, which was a bit of a surprise. Especially considering the first photo was of him and a bunch of other men in football uniforms.
Idly, you worried at your bottom lip with your teeth as you read over his bio, shifting onto your side. His name was Mhurren- an addendum of “the H is silent :)” following- and was twenty-three and, apparently, over six-and-a-half feet tall. Good Gods. And, the more you read, the more you found yourself smiling. He liked going hiking, watching The Great British Baking Show, and expressed a great fondness for blueberry muffins. All things you oddly enough, enjoyed too. Chronic joint pain made hiking a, well, pain in the ass; but you loved being out in nature and exploring. Maybe you’d be able to visit the state park together sometime?
You sighed to yourself and mulled over your options, your eyes lingering on his face.
In the picture he was with a naga, both of them dressed in the standard double-breasted jacket of culinary students, flour dusting the maroon fabric . He had one thick arm around the naga’s neck in a playfully gentle headlock- you could tell by the beaming grin on both of their faces. The naga herself was beautiful; her skin a warm tan with speckling of deep crimson scales on her cheeks and climbing up her neck. Her dark hair was tied up in a neat bun and amber eyes focused on the camera with a happy glint in them. He, however, captivated you with all the little details. His skin was a deep green, and thick tusks caught the overhead lights; his long hair was dyed a rich dark seafoam with the dark brown roots showing. It was tied back in a beautiful dutch braid that he had pulled over his shoulder, and just messy enough to show he’d let it down out of a bun just a little before. His piercings were beautiful- bright silver studs in erl, snake bite, and brow styles. The philtrum looked like it was more stone than metal, but you couldn’t make out what kind just yet.
Just yet? You didn’t even know if you were going to meet him!
Your gaze drifted from the philtrum to the attractive black septum ring, then up higher to his eyes. Mirth glittered in their mismatched depths, and you found yourself inhaling a little sharply. His right eye was a blue to rival the sky, whereas the left was a striking, storm cloud grey.
...Maybe liking him back couldn’t hurt after all. Your thumb swiped his profile to the right and you could feel a small coil of anxiety twist in your chest as the app announced a match. “Oh, Gods.” You mumbled to yourself as you shifted to sit up, crossing your legs together. Your thumbs nervously tapped the edges of your phone while the chat was loaded; what if you said something wrong right off the bat? Maybe he’d lose interest the moment you started to talk, what if-
A message popped up and drove you from your apprehensive thoughts, and you read it with a flutter in your stomach.
‘hey! sorry if I’m keeping you up any.’
‘Oh! No, no youre fine! Im just settling in to relax for the night’
Not a complete lie, but you didn’t want him to feel bad for talking to you.
‘oh good. I didn’t really expect you to swipe back tbh.’
‘Really?’
‘yeah, but I just joined and don’t really know what to expect in general, you know?’
‘Gods, tell me about it. Ive never had a dating profile before so this is all extremely new’
You were glad he was as new as you were, the awkward process of breaking the ice would be mutual that way. It soothed your uneasiness some, and you moved again to slip out of bed and make your way into the main room. You were much more awake now while the two of you spoke back and forth, and you switched on the electric kettle while you leaned against the counter. He was already making you smile and chuckle to yourself as he talked about how his classes were going, and you in turn dipped into how yours were. He was majoring as a pastry chef, and you were majoring as a geologist.
In a way it was a mistake to tell him that, as the science puns started up without warning as you dropped a bag of Yorkshire Gold tea into your mug. A particularly bad one almost made you laugh out loud and you had to clamp your hand over your mouth quickly to stifle yourself.
‘That was horrible!! Youre lucky i love puns’
‘aha! finally I have an excuse to utilize my awful sense of humor.’
‘Be careful, using it all the time may be’
A brief pause for suspense.
‘Punisble’
His subsequent keysmash and ‘GODS’ filled you with pride and giggle to yourself as the kettle finished heating, and you reached for the handle, typing with one hand.
‘Im glad you enjoyed that so much’
‘I woke up my roommate laughing, look what you do to me’
‘Maybe I could do more’
The message sent before you could stop yourself, heat flaring in your cheeks as you nearly overfilled your mug in shock at your own bravado.
‘I mean make you laugh more!! I bet you have a wonderful laugh, the world should hear it as often as possible!’
You groaned at yourself, putting the kettle back in place and using a spoon to help weigh down the tea bag before covering your face with your hand. You really were digging a deeper hole for yourself, weren’t you? He was bound to lose interest now, you’d been speaking for maybe an hour and then you make a comment like that? Mortifying.
What felt like an eternity had passed before your phone buzzed again and you chanced a peek at the screen, eyeing his response.
‘I’d like that, though. perhaps you’ll get your chance Friday night during dinner, if you want to go with me 💖’
“WHAT-” You yelped in shock, covering your mouth swiftly afterwards, though not swift enough. In moments Nira was at their doorway looking ruffled and worried. You dropped your hand to answer before she even asked. “I.. Just got asked out.”
“Ooh! Who is it, how?” They excitedly hopped over to you, peering curiously at your phone, and huffing at your lack of a reply. “Don’t leave them hanging, that’d be rude.” The faun bumped their head against your shoulder encouragingly before stepping back to put their hands on their hips.
‘Id love that; I just want to warn you its been a long while since Ive been out with anyone, though’
“There we are! Now, fill me in.” They grinned, dark eyes shining with intrigue. Together you stood in the open kitchen with the small overhead light on, mixing up your tea with Nira hanging on your every word. At one point Mhurren had responded, his answer excited and asking to verifying a time- Friday was only a day away, after all. You both settled on seven in the evening to give yourselves a fair bit of time together to talk, before he bid you a good night. Nira, however, wouldn’t leave you to your tea until you showed them the photos of Mhurren. “Now he’s a catch! And he might be able to keep up with your sweet tooth if he’s working to be a pastry chef.” They teased with a wink, patting your shoulder before heading back to their room.
You sat on the couch, watching the dark world outside the large living room window, sipping your cooling tea and mulling over what had happened. Part of you was still nervous that he’d be unhappy with what he saw and heard when you’d both meet up, but you swatted it away to focus on finishing your drink and returning to bed yourself. Even then you didn’t doze for quite some time, but when sleep finally found you it was sound and dreamless.
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You wanted to see me Mr. Tachibana? (NSFW)
Fandom: Irresistible Mistakes (Love 365)
Pairing: Shunichiro Tahibana x Reader
Warning: NSFW. blowjob and sex
Note: I already broke my lineup XD So sorry! Please somebody write me some smut haha
Waking up you yawned and snuggled up against Shunichiro’s chest, being the little spoon was terribly comforting. You felt a prominent erection pressed against your ass. You wiggled into his erection and sighed. Shunichiro’s hand traced circles on your bare stomach. His lips peppered kisses upon your shoulders and neck.
“You know there is a easy way to fix this” he murmured into your ear, he began to nibble on your lobe, “it would make a very pleasurable morning.”
You moaned gently and became putty almost immediately in his strong embrace. He made short halfhearted thrusts into your backside as he was just getting warmed up. You were just getting into the flow when your gaze fixed upon the clock.
It was an hour before you had to get to work! Shooting up like you were stick with lighting you practically ran screaming to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Shunichiro sighed as he laid back into the bed, so close… so close.
Shunichiro was still pouting naked on your shared bed when you had come out of the shower, he looked adorable with the pout on his face. Pecking him on the lips you smiled at him, “Don’t pout babe I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.”
You sat at your desk squeezing your thighs together thinking about Shunichiro, he was so sexy last night, just the thought made you blush crimson. It was then when you were called in for a meeting. Inside was Shunichiro, Toma, Toshiaki and some new girl that was quickly rising up in ranks, you naturally sat beside Shunichiro. He stood up to address the group and informed the group that they were specially chosen for an advertisement.
You were excited to be working on such a high profile case, Shunichiro sat down beside you, your hand immediately found his thigh and you worked small circles on his leg, slowly your hands worked up higher and higher. You were able to keep a neutral expression as you watched Toma present ideas.
Shunichiro shifted his body towards you, not wanting your actions to be found out. He had to hold back a moan when your fingers caressed his dick through his pants. Your fingers deftly unzipped his pants and delved inside.
You were never this bold, hell you never even dreamed of this… but today was different. You never really had a chance tease him, especially in this highly public place. He was always teasing you, getting you hot and bothered and then walking away. You glanced at him from the side of your view, he had the smallest hint of unease on his face, but to any bystander he would have the picture perfect look of calm.
Shunichiro was so focused on your hand that he failed to notice that he was be asked a question.
“Mr. Tachibana?” Toma asked. When Shunichiro did not respond he asked againg, “Mr. Tachibana?”
Shunichiro jumped slightly, “Yes, sorry.” He apologized, “I was thinking of the client” he lied, you withdrew your hand from his body. “I quite enjoy your presentation.”
The presentation ended quickly and everybody filed out. You and Shunichiro were last inside the room, you were picking up your things when Shunichiro came up behind you, shoving his hardened dick against you, “Miss _____” you are playing quite the dangerous game.” He growled in your ear.
You smirked, “Is there something wrong Mr. Tachibana?” you asked, you began to turn towards him but you found yourself pushed up against the desk and your face pressed against the table. Once again he thrust his dick into your ass. You could feel yourself getting wet, completely turned on.
“Look at what you’ve done to me.” He growled, his hand hiked up your skirt where he could feel your already soaked panties, “Already wet, darling?” he asked.
He ground his hips into you for a second longer before he pulled away and let you sit up, adjusting himself he fixed his hair and left you alone to compose yourself.
You sat at your desk once again, more aroused even before the whole day, the fact that anybody could have walked in on you and Shunichiro was a complete turn on. Just thinking about it again had you squirming in your seat again.
Soon the sound for an email startled you from your imagination.
“Come to my office to discuss the project”
That’s all you needed to jump up from your desk and hurry to Shunichiro’s office. Knocking, you entered, “You wish to see me Mr. Tachibana?” you asked, he was typing away at his computer, ignoring you for a moment.
He finished typing and turned his smoldering gaze upon you, “Yes, I have something to talk with you about.” He said, his voice even, he stood and pulled you to your feet. His large hand settled on your ass as he guided you to his side of the desk. You followed along, this was getting exciting.
He pushed you onto the desk once again your face against the desk, your face pressed against a book, you could hear his pants unzip and his pants falling to the floor with a dull thud. You shimmied your hips in the air, the thought that anybody could walk in was all that more daring and arousing. His hands snaked up from your knee to your inner though.
“You are damn sexy, having you at my mercy like this.” He mumbled, his other hand grabbed you behind your neck he pulled you up for a second to kiss you on the side in a sloppy kiss, “You teased me too much today, darling.”
He pushed your panties to the side as he used his leg to widen your stance, “Are you going to punish me, Mr. Tachibana?” you asked, he could hear the arousal in your voice. His fingers dipped into your folds and spread you wide. You held back a moan as he worked you so skillfully, you knew the walls were thin and you both didn’t need to have everybody know you two were having sex in his office.
He curled his fingers inside you as he pumped hard, “C’mon baby. Cum for me.” Before you knew it, you had reached the pinnacle of pleasure and exploded over his fingers. Shunichiro smirked as you orgasmed over his digits. Damn everything you ever did always was sexy. He put his fingers by your mouth “Open your mouth” he ordered, you complied and opened your mouth. His fingers plunged into your mouth and you tasted yourself. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth simultaneously with his fingers in your fold.
The double movement had you coming close to your release again. You moaned around his fingers as you couldn’t help but feel so excited. He pulled his fingers from your mouth with a loud pop. He coated his member rubbed against your fold lubricating himself before he impaled himself within you. Sliding in easily ever inch was heaven. “You feel so great” he praised as he began with small thrusts, adjusting to the new angle.
You had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from moaning, and you both knew how vocal you could be and how much this is killing you by not letting your pleasure be known, this too was a punishment. Shunichiro grunted as he began to thrust harder and harder, shaking his desk. Shaky, gentle mewls came from your mouth, trying to stay quite. “Sh-Shunn” you gasped softly, your eyes were closed in pleasure.
You two were in your own world when the phone by Shunichiro’s desk clicked to life, the secretary’s voice came upon them. “Mr. Tachibana.” Came her voice “Mr. Yamahara is here to see you, shall I escort him to your office?”
You both stilled for a moment. He reached over to the reply button, you had hoped he would say to give you a moment but his reply annoyed you slightly, “Yes, please bring him in.” when it clicked off Shunichiro sighed as he thrust two more times inside of you before he begrudgingly pulled out so close, so… so close. “Just when it was getting good.” He grumbled. You whined at the loss of being filled with him.
“Shunnn,” you whined, “Why?”
Shunichiro chuckled as he kissed the back of your head, “Because Mr. Yamahara is the client.” You stood and sighed, you didn’t necessarily wanted to leave yet. He kissed your lips “I’ll make it up to you later sweetheart” those were almost the identical words you spoke to him earlier.
“You sly man” you grumbled, “Are you getting me back from this morning?” He smirked.
“Now, why would I do that?” he asked, true he wasn’t planning on getting this carried away before the client came. “I’ll see you later babe.” He was going to let you leave but instead you sunk to your knees and crawled under the desk.
“I’m not going anywhere.” You replied, putting a finger to lips to shush him seconds before Mr. Yamahara entered the room.
“Mr. Tachibana!” he greeted, “I have a few questions about the commercial.” He came over to shake Tachibana’s hand and Shunichiro sat him down. You smirked when Shun sat down too. You had to be quiet otherwise both of you would be in deep trouble. You were lucky that Shun has only buttoned his pants. Silently you unbuttoned them and eased his pants down. His semi hard member was quickly standing at a proud full attention. Taking the base you massaged his balls gently as he liked it your tongue started from base to hilt.
Shunichiro cleaned is voice as he adjusted his sitting to give you better access, “Of course Mr. Yamahara” he replied, of course most of his attention was diverted to his beautiful girl giving him the most sinful blowjob that every man has ever dreamed of yet most likely never to receive it. He tried to keep his composed the best he could.
You needed to get back at him for getting you all hot and bothered without the grand finale. Your tongue swirled over his swollen head as you licked off the pre cum.
Mr. Yamahara’s voice was getting on Shunichiro’s nerve, he wanted desperately to pull you out from the desk and drive hard into you, your tongue was teasing and you knew it. His hand disappeared under the table for a second as he gripped your hair and pulled you forward to choke on his dick. Your nose hit his body and he smiled. Mr. Yamahara thought he was smiling at him.
You took the signal loud and clear as you choked temporarily on him, not expecting his hand to force you further, you grabbed his thighs and bobbed your head quickly, you could feel him stiffen. He was coming close to orgasming. You let your teeth scrape gently on his member, the extra stimulus set him over.
Shunichiro groaned softly when he orgasmed, Mr. Yamahara gasped. “Are you okay Mr. Tachibana?”
Shunichiro nodded weakly “Yes, sorry. I didn’t get a chance to sleep last night and my back hurts a little, that’s all” he replied.
Mr. Yamahara laughed, “I understand completely, back in the day my wife and I were like that.” He stood and shook hands with Shunichiro, “I’ll be back tomorrow to discuss more things with you. Have a wonderful day!”
Shunichiro nodded and told his goodbyes. Once Mr. Yamahara left Shunichiro back away and saw the cum eating grin you had plastered on your face, “You terrible minx!” he exclaimed. “I will have to teach you your lesson later” he said with a smirk. Pulling you up to your feet he kissed you, tasting himself on your lips.
He didn’t want to stop kissing you, but you had a job to do. Pulling back he smoothed out your hair and smiled, “I believe in you sweetheart. Have a good day at work.”
You smiled back, “I hope you feel better Mr. Tachibana” you joked, turning you jumped when he smacked your ass. Bowing a moment you smiled, “have a good day Mr. Tachibana!”
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Morning Pages #33 (13.02.2017)
Monday 13th February - 11:49 a.m.
I think they’re taking Manasha off life support today. I didn’t write my three pages yesterday because I was at the hospital, from about 9 in the morning until 3 or 4 p.m., I mean I probably got home at around half past four. I remember finally sitting down in my room and looking at the time and it being 5 p.m. or maybe a little past five. I realise that when I don’t have anything to talk about or I don’t want to talk about anything, I just end up talking about what time it was when I was doing the something that I don’t want to talk about. Speaking of not talking, I tried calling Malith yesterday and he said he didn’t want to talk. First he said that he didn’t want to talk about the audition he had on Saturday and then I said ‘we can talk about ANYTHING then’ and he said he didn’t want to talk. He’s mad at me, I think. It doesn’t really matter though, I mean I’ve had a very weird weekend. I think I’m really in shock, I don’t know. It still hasn’t hit me entirely that Manasha’s dying. Or dead, brain-dead. It feels so weird. I just could not connect the person I saw lying in that hospital bed to the girl that I spent Saturday afternoons trapped in classrooms with, poking fun at everyone around us and spending our dwindling lunch breaks running up and down corridors and splitting up our food. She was such a huge part of my childhood, my one true Lankan friend. It’s so weird. I haven’t spoken to her in two years or so now and I just always assumed I’d see her again soon, like we’d just catch up at some later date and everything would be like it had been. Now that’s never going to happen, and I just...I don’t know what I’m feeling, I really don’t. I didn’t eat too much yesterday at all, or sleep too well last night or the night before that. But today I’ve already had a little bowl of ravioli and a yoghurt icy pole, and two or so spoons full of that golden gaytime ice cream tub that they make that only malli loves so much so thathi keeps buying it and malli keeps having to eat it all by himself and now malli’s complaining about his gut but still keeps eating the ice cream.
I also found out Martin sent me an email, but to an email address that I rarely use so I only just got it despite the fact that he sent it to me on January 31st, so now I’ve been panicking about how I’m going to reply to it. Should I read his essay first and then send him a reply with my feedback or should I just send a reply letting him know that I’ll send him feedback from my current email address? I DON’T KNOW, so I’m just not doing anything at this point. I’ve been reading my horoscope like crazy just because I want a bit of outside direction, because I really can’t trust myself right now. I can’t talk to anybody, because I don’t know what to say. I really don’t know what to say, I knew none of Manasha’s friends and none of them know me and so I was basically sitting alone for most of yesterday, too nervous and too distraught to strike up conversation with anyone else because obviously they were all probably in just as much grief as I was at that point. It just seemed easier for them because at least they have each other. I was on my own.
Sometimes I feel like I have just grown accustomed to comforting myself, but even so I still seek out other people and confide in them maybe because I feel like that’s the right thing to do, even though I don’t need it. Other times, I feel like it might be a defence mechanism: that I actually do need other people and I need that outside support, but I know that I won’t always have it and so I’ve trained myself to feel no real difference whether I speak to other people or not. I don’t even know who can help me right now though, like this grief feels so singular and I’m just really worried about how it’s going to treat me, especially when the semester starts. Goodness, all of my concerns feel so pathetic next to what’s actually happening right now. You know today is also the day that Bugger died in 2011. Or 2012. Probably 2011. I really can’t be bothered verifying that right now. I miss Bugger quite a bit. He was the best pet I’ve ever had. Yeah it was 2011, I’m pretty sure. Because that was also the year we got Jasper so it has to be 2011, and I was in year nine and we were in the upstairs locker bay, on G Block. I broke up with Marcus outside the drama room, I think that was G1 or something. There’s a very wide window on the side of G Block, you can see the sunrise from there, I’m fairly certain. In the morning before school starts, in winter when it rises late enough for you to see it around 8-ish.
I’m watching this show on netflix right now, called ‘My Crazy Ex-girlfriend’. It’s a little endearing. They have a lot of original music that also happens to be pretty hilarious. First episode in now and they had a song called ‘The Sexy Getting-Ready Song’ and it’s about the trials that women must endure to look nice before they head out. I can’t be assed right now. It’s a nice show, I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do today, what to do this week, this weekend. I don’t know when to go and get my schoolbooks, I don’t know. I went swimming yesterday, no not yesterday, on Saturday. I went swimming on Saturday with my sister and when we were at the pool, these two Asian guys just started talking to me whilst we were swimming laps. I would swim first and then wait for my sister to swim to me at the end of the lane. These two guys would then have a good thirty or so seconds to talk to me at the end of each of my laps. After one lap, the older guy straight up said that I was beautiful, which was weird. Before that they were asking me where I’m from and what I’m studying and all that intimate yet somehow simultaneously ‘small talk’ stuff. Then when my sister came back, they asked me if I was looking for work and then...they kind of offered me a job. They sell exercise equipment or something at Westfield near my house. So my sister took their contact information and then they asked me if I wanted to send them my resume, come in for an interview some time and see if I fit the vacant position: part time sales assistant. Anthony said that they’re probably just looking to establish a business here, put up enough of a front to establish an ABN and then reap all the tax benefits that comes with owning a business here. They really weren’t that great at speaking English, so they were complimenting that in me. It felt a lot like talking to employers at Thailander, really. The whole thing feels like it’ll come back to bite me in the ass, but for the time being it would be kind of nice to have some money.
I’m on the third page now, and it’s been about an hour. It’s 12:42 p.m., and I really don’t know what to do with myself. Evan texted me about an hour ago, saying that he hopes I’m having a good day. I told him I was even though I’m not, I don’t know how to speak to him about what’s going on right now. Really, I want to talk to him in person. I always want to talk to him in person. I feel really good around him. The last time I saw him, he had my hands in both of his hands and he just kissed them. It was so lovely and I just could not help myself, I just called him ‘cute’ immediately upon him doing that, but I just loved it. This is the first relationship (it’s kind of a relationship, I guess) that’s been openly affectionate from the beginning. ALSO I feel like a bunch of times he’s already referred to me as his girlfriend. On Friday night for instance, after that guy aggressively tried to dance with me whilst Evan was dancing with me, and right before we had both endured enough that we decided to leave the bar entirely, he took me aside and apologised for that guy’s behaviour and the fact that I have to deal with stuff like that, and then said he was on the brink of actually saying something; saying something like ‘what are you trying to pull on my girlfriend?’, or something like that. I’m just really looking forward to seeing him again. I just want to keep talking to him, I really like talking to him. I hope that when I’m back in Northcote this weekend he might stay over at Emily’s for a bit, like we can just sit and talk on the couch or something. I really just want to talk to him for a while. That night we spent in Johnson Park, I really just enjoyed his one-on-one company, connecting with him. I just want to do that again soon. I feel like we have so much more to know about each other, I mean of course we do!
Jasper’s sleeping right next to me on the couch, in akki’s red fluffy blanket. He looks like a little soot ball, as he does. It’s adorable and I love him very much. I was scratching his head a little while ago, like before I started typing this paragraph, and he was giving me his very sleepy attention, but his eyes are entirely shut right now.
Sometimes I feel like Evan and I are too similar, because I have a feeling that he’s very much like me, I mean perhaps in character but more in disposition. We both seem to be rather shy and somewhat self-conscious, maybe too respectful of the people around us, too respectful meaning that we place ourselves second. He has an eye for the natural world, and he makes a connection with the space that he occupies. I feel like maybe HE also feels like whenever he talks to me, he’s bothering me. Because I feel like that all the time, I feel like whenever I speak to him I’m bothering him. I don’t know, maybe I just want him to be sharing my pain here but honestly, I also don’t want him to. Because it’s horrible. Maybe it’s just me. I think it’s just me. I’m a deeply insecure person. I’m wearing a singlet right now and my lacy green bra, and the rose sweater crossover thing, and my black asos pants. I’m essentially wearing an outfit around the house that I’m far too self-conscious to ever wear out. And the thing is, is that I feel like I look good right now. I just don’t allow myself to feel that bold outside. I don’t know. I’m on my fourth page so I’m going to stop now. I wasn’t feeling this morning’s attempt from this morning. It’s 1:45 p.m.. Fuck.
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