a series of multiple anime characters with a
curvy/chubby black woman because wattpad is
emptier than any of my holes.
black (i say that in bold italic) readers only. ain't
finna be no boohooing in my comments about
my black-coding and/or lack o...
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▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ x black curvy/chubby! fem! reader + implied! reader is his secretary, but they've secretly been fucking on the dl. includes: boss x secretary, consensual sex, bird-like(ish)! keigo, slight dom-ish + sub-ish themes, light mentions of aphrodisiac, breeding, pinch of praise, oral (male receiving), face-fucking, creampie(s), rough sex, oral sex, multiple orgasms/overstimulation. ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰
YOUR EARS WERE filled with the noise of obnoxious clacks of your keyboard. it was like any other day as the number 2 hero's secretary. that didn't exactly mean it was a good day.
sure, the job was easy to get and ended up paying a pretty penny, but the workload was unbearable. you didn't expect the task to be easy, but you also didn't expect having to be bombarded with dumb calls and meeting requests or events to add to his schedule, which was your main task.
well, that and fucking him.
"matter of fact, right now would be a great time for some good, number 2 hero dick...", you mumbled to yourself, your mind drifting off to your last linkup with the golden-haired man. you quickly slapped yourself on both cheeks to bring yourself back to reality. your fingers slid up your face and rubbed your temples. "whew, chile. i'm getting a bit delusional here."
you were losing it. you could tell you were losing it. the day felt extra long due to today's alarming amount of paperwork and organizing to do, and it didn't help that the only functioning clock to remind you the time was from your computer. it truly was a good time to get dicked down and forget about everything, or even something as simple as just hanging out or cuddling with keigo would be perfect. but no. there were files and documents to be printed, classed and put in order, interviews to be done and employees to be hired. you sighed, rolling your eyes under your lids to rehydrate them.
just then, your body jolted up in fear. you caught yourself, gripping on your office chair with a hand on your chest. it was your phone.
"i needa stop forgetting to change the ringer. i'll have a fucking heart attack one of these days.", you shakily exhaled, going to pick up the office phone. it took you a second or two to realize it wasn't that one but your own.
you pulled it out from your purse, looking at the caller id in confusion.
"the hell...?". you mumbled to yourself. you looked around you to see if anyone was in earshot, picking up once you were in the clear. "keigo? why you calling me right now?"
"fuck...just hearing you made it worse...", he whimpered from the other side of the line.
"kei— you good? should i send medical assistance?", you spoke with concern in your tone. his jagged breaths and moans were worrisome.
