IF BY CHANCE ; m. yaoyorozu

⁰⁰¹ bedspell

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i'm under your bedspell, i can fight but I don't wanna

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A LARGE BANG took over the silence of the empty office. Your back hit the wall but that didn't distract you from what you were doing. Soft kissing and moaning sounds overlapped the muffled conversations going on outside the room.

It was dark, but you knew exactly where she was. Where her hands were, where her soft lips traced your skin, when and where her warm body occasionally pressed against yours. She felt so hot

And that's exactly what she was.

You two were so close together yet so far away, the only barrier between the two of you was these damned clothes. Preventing the skin-to-skin contact the two of you craved so much. Your hands roamed down her body and rested on the back of her upper thigh, caressing it.

She got the hint and immediately started unbuttoning her shirt. You smirked into the kiss and began trailing butterfly kisses down her neck. You stopped at her collarbone, her skin's so soft, you just couldn't help yourself. You placed slow, sweet kisses before giving her a love bite.

She gasped and you chuckled. "Shhh," you hummed, "someone will hear us."

You swiftly switched positions with her pressing back on the wall. Immediately, she covered her mouth to muffle her whimper.

"God, you're adorable, Homura" you whispered against her skin. Homura was so perfect. Her body's curves were perfect. Her soft voice was perfect. Her orange hair was perfect. And today, you'll see if her abilities in bed are just as perfect.

You picked her up and placed her on the desk not too far from where you two were previously standing. You kiss her once more before bending down, placing your hands on Homura's knees, and spreading them. Your hands roamed up her thighs and under her skirt, you leaned in and hooked your finger on her lace panties—

"What the hell are you doing?!" a woman shouted from behind you. A bright light shone and lit up the room and you groaned, of course, she'd ruin this.

Homura immediately closed her legs in embarrassment, forcing you to move your hands.

"God, [y/n], this is the fifth time this month!" The woman spoke, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance.

"Jesus, mom, why do you always do this?!" You shouted, turning to look at the woman who happened to be your mother. The woman's tall figure, illusioned by her 6-inch high heels, leaned on the door frame. Her [e/c] eyes arched, creating her infamous scowl. Her vivid red lips curled to a frown. God, that woman is scary.

"Wait— the boss is your mother?!" Homura screeched, her face turning red in embarrassment.

The older woman sighed, "Yeah. As abashed as I am to admit this but yes, [y/n] is my daughter."

Homura looked down and glared at you, "You told me you were just an employee!" 

You laughed sheepishly and scratched the back of your neck.

Homura hopped off the desk and stomped past you to the door. She stopped in front of your mother and bowed, "I'm so sorry Ms. Kagemori, I didn't know."

Iwao Kagemori, your mother, sighed and rolled her beautiful [e/c] eyes, "Whatever, it's fine. Just get back to work."