Bold Of You To Assume That I Wouldn’t Delve Into A Conversation With You About Different Slasher Boys

“ k i r i p i m a ! ” | 04  ⏤eijiro k.

s u m m a r y : kirishima finally takes you out on a proper date but when the time comes to return home, Ren is determined to keep him around for longer. 

p a i r i n g : pro hero eijiro kirishima x single mum reader

l e n g t h : 2.7k 

g e n r e : fluff ; more KirishimaxY/N moments ; but cute domestic moment with Kiripima and Ren at the end ; Kirishima is good at planning dates ; future date hints ; happy family moment ; you two should just get married now ; Ren approves your cooking (and, secretly, marriage w/ Kiripima)

a / n : wow…this is a really long taglist, i can’t believe this impromptu series is so successful bc it started off as something i wrote at 1am with no thoughts, head empty…except for KIRIPIMA, of course! 

also, i’m really sorry for updating later than 21:00 GMT+1 time, my best friend and i had a spontaneous McDonalds and KFC date to see me before university. i could have updated earlier but that meant that i wouldn’t have edited this properly. even though i still think this isn’t edited properly, i hope you like the fluff and the date~ 

t a g l i s t : @girlontumblur ;  @pegdenki ; @kirislut ; @bunny-on-crack ; @pandainfinitely ; @animeboihoe ; @kkburijima ; @stargazerunlimited ; @hawtpacket ; @kirismoon ; @sabitosmcsk ; @s0locrxckwitch ; @tctkd ; @iambashfulperson ; @haiqyu ; @popbubblegumpop ; @booklover240 ; @whyamihere-bro ; @squeamishdionysus ; @cocoa-bitter ; @bluepancakemix ; @lowermoons ; @iloveitblackbhna ; @pastel-devil-06 ; @air-wreckaaa ; @ginreagann17 ; @itsyafandomboyf ; @tsukineho ; @somany-fandoms-solittle-time ; @safa-a07 ; @red-riots-crocs​

unfortunately, I couldn’t tag some of you lovelies, i don’t know what’s wrong with tumblr

Kirishima can still remember the beautifully soft, flustered glow of your cheeks when you gave him your answer that night at the fair. You never looked as pretty as you did in that intimate moment, where the world had disappeared and everything was draped in an enchanting rubescent hue. Your eyes looked all the more dazzling, bigger, and doe-like; your skin was radiant and glowing; your lips were kissable and deliciously plump. His hands itched to bring you into another embrace and kiss you stupid but that would be crossing too many boundaries at once.

“I want to protect you and care for you and love you and see you every day, both of you. That is my wish, will you grant it for me?” the pro hero doesn’t know what had overcome him at that moment to speak so candidly towards you but he’s grateful for finally being able to selfishly admit his feelings. All he needs is your answer. He hopes to high heaven that you can discern the earnest sincerity behind his vow and, maybe, that would be enough to convince you to say yes.

With bated breath, his eyes follow the way your lips move and subtly smile at the end, “Yes, you’d be granting my wish too, actually,” in your embarrassed but stupidly in-love state, you face the floor with your cheeks burning hotly only to connect eyes with Ren, who was still in Kirishima’s lap.

“Mama,” he reaches out for you, calming your racing heart in an instant. Kirishima smiles warmly at the obvious effect Ren has on you, finding the interaction to be incredibly winsome. As he helps Ren settle into your arms, he couldn’t help but lean over and kiss your cheek, only beginning to notice the sudden rise of temperature on your face upon pulling his lips away to whisper in your ear.

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i have only 2 words mountain lion, also why has no one talked about Africa??

I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.

They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.

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“Can I See You?” || Modern!Thomas

Modern-day AU:

It’s still Thomas B. Hewitt we know, the only thing that’s different is the fact that it’s set in modern days! Making it easy for our Big Man to actually communicate with the help of text messages. He gots one of those nasty vocabularies.

I’m still learning how to write smut, okay :( Also, try changing my mind that Modern!Thomas wouldn’t have both tattoos and a frenum piercing.

Oh, and sorry that this is AFAB, but it’s easier for me to practice writing smut since I’m cis myself, but one day I might evolve!

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Petitions that still need signatures:

Justice for George Floyd

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Exoneration of Albert Wilson

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Julius Jones is innocent. Don’t let him be executed by the state of Oklahoma

Disbarment of George E. Barnhill

Free Jefferson Elie

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Reopen Sandra Bland’s case

Fire Racist Criminal Michael J Reynolds from the NYPD

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Reopen the case involving the death of Tamla Horsford

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Arrest Juan DelaCruz for the murder of Pamela Turner

National Action Against Police Brutality

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Ban the use of inhumane rubber bullets

BNHA boys' hands just for fun

— Midoriya Izuku

— Bakugo Katsuki

— Todoroki Shoto

— Kirishima Eijiro

— Denki Kaminari

— Hanta Sero

— Shinsou Hitoshi

— Tamaki Amajiki

(note: if you have any more characters in mind send me an ask pls!! these are the boys i perosnally fancy so <33)

Deep in the Dark Pt. 1

Male Orc x Female Reader

You had been training as a massage therapist for almost five months now. It was a dream job of yours and when you were finally able to afford the class you were over joyed. The school you went to was the best in the area and most either got jobs in the town over or stayed here in Green Vale. Most went to this school with a place in mind and you were no different. You had your heart set on working at Aenon & Aalto Spa and Massage, a relaxing spa that was nestled right outside one of the most lavish resorts.

You had been there once for a girl's weekend when your friend found out she got accepted into her dream college. You didn't know what to expect when you went in since this was your first professional massage but it had been an absolute treat and an eye opener. You received a life changing massage from the famous masseuse Sloan. You recall being intimidated by him at first but as he worked your sore muscles with his large and surprisingly soft hands you felt as if you were about to melt. You had dreams of going back ever since and the easiest way you knew how was to get a job there. You worked hard to save up for class and had done your best to gain recognition from your teachers to help with the application, after all A & A doesn't hire just anyone.

"Hello.... yes... yes... ok.... Thank you. I'll be there Monday." you hang up the phone and try and do everything in your power from exploding in sheer delight.

Your application was accepted and they were so impressed by your recommendations that they asked if you could start next week! You call up your friend and tell her the good news but all she did was tease you about working with that hot orc guy who gave you a massage.

"It's a bonus, I'm not going to lie, but I'm just really excited I got the job on the first try. I really hope I don't blow it though..." you tell her.

"You could just blow him if all else fails," she snorts.

"Liz no! I'd like to keep my job thank you! Besides he probably has someone in his life, someone who hasn't been job hopping aimlessly since high school." you adjust your phone as you fish for one of your wine coolers.

She gives you a disapproving tsk, "Stop talking like that, after all you're not that person anymore girly. You are smart, you are hot af, and you're about to start work as a highly successful massage therapist ok? No more of this pity party shit!"

You couldn't help but to smile, Liz might be crass and blunt, but she's always been in your corner.

"Yes ma'am. So should I go ahead and assume you'll be my customer once you come back for summer?" you ask.

"No, but I hope I can get a friends and family discount... That lamia chick has my business for life." Liz purrs.

You roll your eyes and finish catching up with your friend for the rest of the evening, trying your best to avoid more work talk. It's nice but when you hang up your stomach feels knotted with nerves and too much booze.

You try and sleep it off for the next couple of days, trying to wind down before you start this new and exciting chapter in your life but your lack of confidence starts eating at you.

Come Monday though you seem to have fought enough of it off to show up for work on time and start training. It was by absolute dumb luck that Sloan would be the one training you and when he came into the back office he greeted you with a lazy and toothy grin.

"Sloan, she'll be starting today. I need you to get her up to speed within the next couple of weeks. With Jordan and Yesenia out for maternity leave, we're severely under staffed and right before summer break." Your boss hands him a file with your information in it as she leaves the office.

He holds the file, slouches a bit then lets out a pained sigh., "Always so last minute with her... Sorry about this, I'm not exactly prepared to train anyone today. I have three appointments lined up and I have to stay open for walk-ins. You could uh I guess watch and learn. I can have Miles print you our programs and seasonal specials that way you can put a name to face so to speak."

"Sounds good," you smile and get up to follow him. He leads you to the lobby which is practically empty save for a mother and daughter waiting to enjoy the hot tubs. Sloan gets some print outs for you and has you follow him to the room he works in. You feel your heart start pounding when you remember the massage he gave you a couple years ago.

"Hot towels are here, hot stones here, oils, CDs, LED candles, and the most important part-"

He opens up the last cabinet to reveal an overhaul of snacks and sparkling water. "My stash... I had to hide this when those ladies got pregnant. I didn't mind sharing mind you, these are just my favorites though."

"Noted, stay out of snacks." you laugh and so does he.

His first appointment rolls in and he gives you a quick run down of the program outside the room while the customer prepares for her massage. You watch with the consent of the customer as part of your training and take notes when you see fit. Afterwards you let Sloan have his quick snack break and escort the woman to the lobby where you make sure she drinks plenty of water while you schedule her for her follow up.

"Thanks, I didn't think I'd get to eat till after she left." he says as he pops a chip in his mouth.

You raise a brow and he laughs. "I woke up late as usual and had to speed through all that city traffic, like usual."

"You come all the way from downtown?" you ask.

He nods and empties the rest of the bag in his mouth, licking those thick lips clean of any crumbs.

It's a bit of a drive from downtown you think and he must not get home till pretty late so he probably passes out upon arrival. You decide tomorrow that you'll bring him some breakfast.

The rest of the day comes and goes with no incident. When you clock out though, Sloan is nowhere to be seen. You ask Miles if he's left but he notes that his car is still parked outside. You go back and see if he's in his room and before you could knock on the door you hear him curse and groan.

You think about knocking on the door to see if he's alright but he might be on the phone and you didn't want to interrupt.

When you come in the next morning with breakfast Sloan lifts you off the floor for a hug. You try not to think about it for the rest of the day since he doesn't make a big deal of it but you can't get the thought out of your mind. His huge hand holding you by your waist and how tight his muscles felt when you had to steady yourself against his chest. You'd think about it later, much later, right before bed.

That day and the rest of the week went by very well you thought. You got a good feel for the programs and by Friday they gave you your own room across from his. You got used to him arriving barely on time and he got used to you bringing him breakfast, calling you his savior.

"You're spoiling him," Miles teases you.

"I am not, I just feel bad that he never has any time for breakfast. I'm just trying to be a good coworker." you defend yourself.

Miles grabs one of the mini quiches you were offering, "A good coworker, mmhmm."

You roll your eyes and take the rest of the quiches to the breakroom where everyone can enjoy them. You start on a pot of coffee and in walks Sloan, his hair an absolute mess and his eyes are hardly open.

"You shouldn't be driving if you're not fully awake, it's dangerous. Here." you hand him some water as he slides down onto one of the seats.

The smell of brewing coffee quickly wakes him up enough. He grabs a few of the quiches and scarfs them down as if he hasn't eaten since yesterday. You hand him a cup of coffee that funnily enough says 'starter fluid for the morning impaired'.

"You're an angel," he sighs, breathing in the scent of coffee before taking a sip.

"And you're a hot mess. You should be glad Rachel isn't here yet, she'd have your head if she saw you like this." you lift up a section of his hair and he nearly chokes.

"Oh my god are you ok?" you ask as he tries to catch his breath.

"I'm fine, just uh I... it went down the wrong pipe." he replies.

You double and triple check to make sure he's okay before you start combing through his hair. You're almost surprised by how much there is and even more so at how quiet he is. Usually he's talkative right after his first cup. Miles walks in to grab some coffee as you start braiding Sloan's hair and he gives you a snarky grin and mouths 'you are so spoiling him'.

When you finish up Sloan couldn't thank you enough for the rest of the day since Rachel had decided to do an out of the blue uniform review. Now you know why Sloan was aggravated by her last minute decisions.

During lunch break later that day Sloan disappears like he did on your first day. You assume he probably wants to be left alone or is hiding while napping, something along those lines. When you finish eating you decide to go and prepare for the next appointment a bit early so you can have time to call and check on your mother. As you go down the hallway you can hear Sloan from his room. He sounds like he's talking on the phone again and it doesn't sound good. Maybe you'll ask him about it later.

Days pass after that and you forget to mention it. Your schedule is pretty packed from now all the way up to the first week of August with appointments. Rachel has to hire another masseuse just to keep up with all the walk ins and once again puts Sloan in the position of last minute trainer.

You of course offer to help, especially in the morning since you have a pretty decent grip on the schedule and programs now. The new hire is a tiefling who went to the same school as you. You'd gotten along alright with him before so it was easy to show him the ropes. You'd fill him in every morning over coffee about the programs and the usual walk in customers. Sloan would take him off your hands after lunch and have him help with the laundry since Rachel was out that week.

"I think he's getting into the swing of things," you tell Sloan over lunch one day.

He looks up from his salad, licking some dressing off of one of his tusks. "You think so huh? That's good I guess."

You sigh and go back to your soup. He's been hard to talk to as of late and you can't help but to think it might have something to do with his home life and the conversations he has on the phone.

"Is everything ok?" you finally ask him.

"Yeah why do you ask?" he shovels some more salad in his mouth mindlessly.

"It's just that you've been pretty quiet lately and I know it's none of my business but sometimes I hear you in your room and you sound pretty upset and I was just wondering if everything is ok with your home li-"

Sloan coughs and beats on his chest as he quickly grabs some water and napkins.

"You... you can hear me? I mean you've heard me before?" his face looks flushed when he asks.

"Only a couple times, I just assumed you were on the phone and didn't want to bother you..." you look away from him, feeling stupid for bringing it up.

You hear him sigh heavily, "I see, yeah... on the phone... Please don't tell anyone else."

"I promise," you reach out and take his hands in yours, "but is everything ok with you? You've been looking pretty glum lately."

His expression softens to the point that it looks like he's about to cry, "My nana's been in the hospital for the past four months and just when it looked like she was getting better her doctors said that they found a growth and need to operate asap."

"I'm so sorry. Is there anyone looking after her while you're at work?" you give his hands a squeeze and he shakes his head.

"My folks weren't ready for kids when they had me so nana's been the only family I've ever known. All immediate family lives in the next state over and they're practically estranged." his voice sounds so strained and so tired.

"Is that why you've been late to work recently?" you ask.

"I stay there till they kick me out and I drag myself back home. I hardly have time to hit the shower much less the couch or my bed." he slips his hands out of yours and rubs his face as if to hide the stinging of tears.

Your heart ached for him wishing you could do more for him than just breakfast and fixing his hair on occasions.

The next day Sloan is a hour late, his eyes are sunken though his hair is acceptable. You ask about his nana and he says that they're operating today and she told him to not miss work because of it.

"I know we haven't known each other for that long but if you want I can ask my mom if she can go there and make sure everything's ok post op." you suggest.

He leans down and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you hard against him.

"My angel that would be wonderful." his voice is barely a whisper, pained and sorrowful.

You call your mother up as soon as he lets go and she agrees to go see Sloan's nana and he gives her all the details and calls the hospital to let them known she'll be there.

He gives you another hug and kisses you on the cheek. You'll have to fight the urge to touch the spot where he kissed you for the rest of the day.

A few hours pass and your mom texts you with a few updates, all good. Sloan seems to be less on the edge knowing there's someone with his nana. Right before work lets out you get a picture text from your mom and you run like the wind to go show Sloan.

"Out of the operating room. Docs say she'll be on a fast tract to recovery. They want to do some blood work but aside from that everything looks promising."

The picture attached shows an elderly orc woman in a room filled with bunches of flowers. She's giving a thumbs up in the picture and has a smile on her face. Sloan sinks to the floor and starts to cry. You lean in to give him a quick hug but he wraps his arms around you and sobs into your shoulder. Miles walks in to see what all the commotion is about but you quickly shoo him away.

After several minutes he finally calms down enough to talk. "Thank you again angel."

You help him up and tell him that your mom will stay with his nana tonight and be on standby. He's confused until you tell him to follow you home for at least a nap since he's in no condition to be driving through down town on a Friday night. At first he refuses but after yawning several times before closing he finally agrees.

When you get home you pull the bed out of your couch in your living room and before you could put pillows or blankets on it he was already laying down.

"You can stay the night if you need to, I don't mind." You set a few pillows down and a large comforter.

Sloan sits up and gives you a lazy smile, "I might have to take you up on that offer." He pulls his shoes off and unbuttons his shirt but stops before he takes it off.

"Uh you don't mind. I um-"

"No you're fine, make yourself comfortable. Let me know if you need anyth-"

He slips his shirt off revealing the tight and toned muscles it's been hiding. You stifle a gasp when he stretches and undoes his hair from the braid, letting the long locks settle against his back.

"Thanks but I think I'm good for now angel," he yawns.

"You don't have to keep calling me that," you look away from him and towards the kitchen, a wine cooler sounding good right about now.

"No, I think I'll keep calling you that. You've been nothing but since you've started working with us..." he hums as he stretches out on the bed.

You grab at the hem of your shirt considering what to say next. "It's... There's a reason. I mean I didn't know anything about your nana until recently but I felt that you weren't eating breakfast so that started the second day after work... but this goes back longer than that and oh god I'm rambling..."

At this point Sloan is sitting up and you have his full and undivided attention. His golden eyes are set on you as he waits for you to continue.

"It was almost a couple years ago so you probably don't remember but I came in with a friend and you had given me a massage and I was like wow this is nice. And like I said I know you probably don't remember but I had those eye tattoos that made it look like my back was looking at you and-"

"That was you!?" he flops right out of bed, tripping then grabbing you by your shoulders.

You nod your head, trying to keep your eyes from wondering around his muscular hairy chest that is right in front of you.

"I-I didn't think you'd remember that," you laugh nervously.

Sloan looks excited, "I thought it was interesting and to be honest I wanted to take a picture of it but you know, company privacy policies and I didn't want to creep you out."

You bite back a laugh thinking that you'd probably have let him. "well it was thanks to that massage that made me want to work in the industry."

His eyes go wide for a second and he gives you a toothy smirk. "So an eye for an eye huh?" Realizing what he just said he crumples to the floor in a laughing fit. "You did not just make that joke!" You throw your hands up and stomp off to the kitchen.

"Wait! No I-pff... I'm sorry I had to," he gets up and chases after.

You grab a wine cooler for yourself and a beer for him. "I hope this is ok, it's the only thing my brother will- Hey!"

He snatches the wine cooler from your hand and pops in open on your counter. " I've always preferred these over beers. Nana's to blame."

You can't help but to laugh as you put the beer back and grab another cooler.

"To your Nana's health," you clink your bottle against his and chug the sugary sweet alcohol.

You and Sloan spend the next few hours sitting on your kitchen floor drinking coolers and snacking on whatever you have in the fridge and pantry. You talk about throwing a little celebration for his nana once they release her from the hospital and about him showing up to work on time from now on.

You don't remember when but you eventually fall asleep and wake up with all the lights turned off. You feel something heavy slung over your hip and a warmth right against your back. Your eyes pop open when you realize that it's Sloan. He's holding you in his arms and his face is resting in the crook of your neck.

You try and carefully squirm out of his grasp but he just holds onto you tighter. "Mmm my angel..." You hear him moan into your ear.

You try again and this time you're able to free your arms but you can't get him to move his out of the way.

"Sloan... hey Sloan!" you gently smack his arms several times before he finally wakes up.

"Angel? What are... Is it morning already?" He lets go enough for you to escape his hold. You instantly regret doing so because now you see that you're hardly wearing anything and he's wearing absolutely nothing.

You toss blankets and pillows at him while you cover up your eyes.

"Put some pants on dammit!" You cry out.

Sloan takes a few seconds before he finally responds with a choked laugh. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Force of habit! I promise nothing happened!"

You know that, you had the same habit of shimmying out of your clothes when you slept so this was nothing new for you to wake up with next to nothing on... But Sloan?

"I over heat easily, big body, lots of heat, I'll start taking my clothes off and-"

"It's fine, no harm no foul. Coffee?" You quickly change the subject to something more important.

"Please and thank you. And once again I am so so sorry," he apologizes, this time more sincerely.

You busy yourself in the kitchen throwing a pot of coffee on and a couple of frozen breakfast burritos to soothe the hangover. You try really hard not to think about his naked body, so muscular, so toned, so...

*Beep*

You shake your head and grab the burritos out of the microwave nearly burning your hand in the process. The coffee finishes shortly after and Sloan stumbles in shirtless but with pants.

"Need any help?" he asks.

"No, I just finished. Here." You hand him a cup and his burrito, both of which are gone within minutes of you handing them over.

He fusses about making it up to you for letting him stay the night and eating your food and well, you having to see him buck naked. He helps you clean up and put the pull out bed away but he keeps insisting that it's not enough.

"At least let me take you out to dinner," he buttons up his shirt and starts putting his hair back.

"I've already seen you naked, you don't have to wine and dine me as an apology," you joke.

He goes quiet for a couple minutes like he's considering something, but you break the silence by saying he can give you a massage if he really wants to make it up to you.

"Now that's all the more reason to take you out to dinner," his voice sounds a bit more sultry and when he looks over his shoulder his eyes seem a bit playful.

You bite your cheek as you try not to read further into it.

He's just being nice, nothing more... nothing less...

"It's just a massage, you've seen me with far less on than what I was wearing this morning," you argue.

"Yeah, but that was more professional. This is more private. Humor me, let me buy you dinner, maybe take you to a movie, and then that massage..." he glides his fingers gently down your back, eliciting goosebumps.

"S-sounds more like a date than a thank you slash apology," you take a deep breath when he slides a finger down your spine.

He chuckles and surprises you with a kiss to the back of you neck, "Maybe it's a bit of all three."

Before you can turn around to swat at him he's backed away quite a bit. He's wearing a devious grin that does nothing to help the heat that's rising to your cheeks.

"Next Saturday? I can pick you up at six. I know a really good restaurant near my place." he gives you more details as he shuffles out the door before you can protest.

When he's gone and the house is finally quiet you let out a silent scream before calling Liz.

"Hello? Hello? Liz can you hear me?" you can hardly hear her through all the background noise.

"Yeah what's going on girly?" she yells.

"I. Have. A. Date." you emphasize every word and you hear her squeal in delight on the other end.

"Is it with who I think it is?" she asks, walking into another room so she can hear you better.

"Yes... and I am so nervous. He's taking me out to dinner next Saturday and then he's going to give me a massage and I am so nerve wrecked. Help!" you yelp.

The phone line is quiet and you think she lost reception until you hear beeping on her end. "I have a flight booked for Thursday. First class, I'm helping you get ready. No if, ands, or buts. We are going shopping!"

She hangs up right after that and you're left pacing about your house in fear and delight.

Sloan texts you throughout the rest of the weekend and says that your mom offered to keep an eye on his nana during the work week until the hospital is ready to release her. He also texts you about the upcoming date which makes you feel worse about it.

You haven't been very successful in the dating department and the last guy you dated didn't make you feel particularly good about yourself. If it wasn't for Liz stepping in and helping you kick him out of your place you'd probably still be in that miserable relationship.

But this is different, you convince yourself. Sloan is nice, he's sweet, he's funny and he's easy to talk to. Everything will be fine, right?

Monday rolls in and Sloan is early to work.

"Morning angel," he grins when you walk into the breakroom. He hands you a cup of coffee and bends over to kiss you on the cheek.

"G-good morning... How's your nana?" you quickly take a seat and set the coffee down.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "She's doing good enough to be give the doctors hell again. I walked in on her and your mother complaining about the hospital food. Your mom made me leave to go get something less gelatinous."

"I should have warned you she can be a bit bossy at times," you laugh.

"No wonder your mom and my nana get along," he rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.

For the rest of the day you and Sloan talk about his visit over the weekend when either of you aren't busy. He sneaks in a couple kisses here and there as well, one on your cheek, on the back of your neck and hand, but never to the lips. It felt a little frustrating but you weren't going to bring it up.

It's your turn to close tonight so everyone's gone at five except Sloan. He helps you finish up the laundry and tidying up the lobby and breakroom, but he's quiet and it's starting to get to you.

"Is everything alright?" you ask him.

He folds up a few more towels before he turns around and walks your way. "I was going to ask you the same thing to be honest..." he starts.

"What do you mean? I'm fine it's just-"

"Am I being too forward? I know I said this could be a date but if you just want to be friends I'll respect that, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable around me." he pleads.

"It's a bit too late for that..." you say and before Sloan can apologize you put up a hand and smile. "I already told my bff I have a date this Saturday."

Sloan's expression changes then as he pulls you up against him, his hands resting just above your ass. "Oh so you do have a date then? With who?" he purrs into your ear.

"With a really handsome orc who owes me a massage," you laugh, playing along with him.

He growls and squeezes your hips, "So does that mean you're just going to let him touch all up and down this body of yours."

"Maybe after he's wined and dined me," you tease.

"What if he can't wait that long?" Sloan asks, his breath hot and heavy.

You quickly unbutton his shirt and pepper kisses from his chest all the way up to his neck. He tries to stifle a moan but it escapes the second you bite down on his ear.

"Fuck... angel please..." he begs, his hands now cupping your ass and lifting you up.

You steady yourself on his shoulders and bend down to kiss him on the cheek as he's been doing to you. He groans in frustration and you giggle as you press your lips against his. It's a slow and deep kiss that leaves you wanting more, much more. Sloan adjusts you a couple times in his arms so he can hold you closer against him. His tusks brush against your neck as he nibbles on you, the sensation sending shivers across your body.

"Ah...Sloan wait..." you moan and he moves away from your neck. His eyes are tinted over as you looks over you and the hickey he just left.

"Sorry," he grins. "I just had to take a bite."

You laugh and he sets you down against one of the folding tables. Your legs wrap around his hips and he quickly peels off his shirt. He grinds into you and you feel how hard he is. "Fuck I want you so bad," he growls and you move against him in response.

"If you have dessert before dinner it'll just ruin your appetite," you purr in his ear and unhook your legs. He growls against your shoulder. "But I suppose an appetizer wouldn't hurt. Switch places with me."

Sloan helps you off the table and sits down on the counter next to the washer after the both of you realize that he might break the table. You undo his pants enough to let loose his massive erection. He lets out a sharp hiss when you barely squeeze the base and lick the tip of his cock. "Go easy on me angel," he sighs as he cups your cheek.

And you do, you go painfully slow and easy on him. Your lips ghosting the tip, your tongue sliding up and down his shaft at such as slow pace that he begs for more. But you keep at the snail's pace, enjoying the moans you elicit from him, the deep heavy growls when you squeeze his balls, and how he bucks his hips every time you tease the tip of his cock.

"F-fuck... angel please," he curls his fingers into your hair and tugs just enough for you to look up at him. His face is dripping in sweat and is well shaded in the dimness of the room. You smile and lick your lips as you descend back down on his cock, taking as much of it as you can. He throws his head back and he growls in such a way you swear you've heard it before. "Yes, fuck keep going," he purrs.

His cock is large, much larger than anything you've seen before. You can take just under the head but the rest you use your hands for. Pumping up and down while you suck you hear him make that familiar growl again and it's not till you squeeze him in earnest that you remember where you heard it.

Just thinking about it excites you and you start to pump his cock harder and faster. When he finally comes you're surprised at just how much there is.

"Sorry, I've been a little pent up lately," he admits as he helps wipe you off.

"I've figured," you give him a devious grin.

"Oh and how's that? Sloan asks, sliding off the countertop and looking for his shirt.

"You haven't had much time to slip off and go talk on the phone in the room lately," you try so hard not to laugh when you see hip whip around.

He looks devastated for a moment then chuckles it off. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. You've been nothing but an angel since I've met you and I couldn't stop thinking how lucky I am that I get to see you almost everyday."

Your heart skips a beat and you giggle thinking about how your tease back fired on you. "And here I thought I was the lucky one. Getting to work with the guy who got me into wanting to be a massage therapist and all."

Sloan smiles softly and pulls you in for hug, "I guess we're both lucky huh?"

"Mmhmm," you still want to argue that you're the luckiest but instead you settle by pinching his butt. Sloan jumps but laughs it off and give you a taste of your own medicine. After that the both of you finish closing down the place and attempt to part your ways for the evening several times. Sloan tries to ask you to dinner but you remind him he's got his nana to check on. "Always such an angel. Making a bad boy like me behave," he kisses your cheek and opens your car door.

"You? A bad boy?" you raise a brow at the thought.

He curls a finger under your chin and lifts your head up so you can meat his gaze, "If you can wait till Saturday night, I can show you just how bad I can be." He kisses you all the way from you neck to your lips sending a rush of heat throughout your body.

"Goodnight my angel, text me when you get home," he gives you one final kiss to the cheek before he departs, leaving you a flustered mess in the parking lot.