Arublast’s Corner

It’s like this every time— he follows behind you like a duckling, then as soon as he gets the chance he’s sucking you off like there’s no tomorrow. While you had expected him to be like that in the beginning…isn’t this a bit too much? Every day is practically a fight for your life as he tries to suck the soul out of you. And him, with that cheeky grin that makes you want to fuck his brains out—

You internally groan, pushing the door of the bathroom stall open. Skyler, of course, tries to follow you in. “No.” You state firmly, shoving him out and locking the stall. “Aw, why?! I promise I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear!” He whines, scratching at the door like a pathetic puppy and you roll your eyes for what feels like the umpteenth time.

You finish in the bathroom, pushing the stall door open—to, shockingly, Skyler nowhere to be seen. You wash your hands, with no interruptions, for the first time in…months? Years? It feels like it’s been that long. It feels almost too quiet as you exit the bathroom, and that’s when your eyes finally land on Skyler. There’s a weird sense of relief when you see him, but you suppose it’s natural with all the time you’ve spent with him.

He’s standing next to someone— ah, it’s one of your classmates. She’s nice to you, although she’s more touchy than you’d like. You can’t see his expression, much less so hear the conversation they’re having. You shrug, checking your phone. You have a bit before class..might as well wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing.

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When you closed the stall door on Skyler he pouted, reluctantly leaving you to your business although he didn’t stray far. Leaving the bathroom, he spots her— that bitch who was flirting with you when he was right there. You, being the sweet, kind person you are, brushed it off. Like hell he was going to do the same thing—she touched you! And you allowed her to, as if you weren’t already dating him! You aren’t even close to remotely dating, but he pushes that thought aside-

So naturally, he had to go up and talk to her. Gushing about how cute his outfit was compared to hers, how his was tailored to your tastes… “You think he’d even look at you?” He sneers, puffing his chest out like a proud peacock. “You can’t even compare to me! You’re so pathetic, groveling at his feet for crumbs of his attention when I’m all he can focus on…especially when he’s fucking me, groaning my name like I’m the only person who exists for him, who pleases him. He’s mine so back off, yeah? It’d be so embarrassing to confess to a man that’s already taken, especially when he can’t even remember your name!”

He gives her a fake smile before turning on his heels to go back to the bathroom, seeing you standing outside waiting for him—! Really, you’re too precious. His heart can’t take it as he rushes over, throwing himself into your arms with a smile that only you have ever seen. Planting a kiss on your check, his gaze turns to your classmate—still watching. With a scowl, that you of course cannot see, he tugs you by the collar into a kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck and moaning wantonly as if you were in some sort of porno.

“Skyler.” You groan and wrap your arms around his hips. “What’re you doing?” He gives you a sly smirk and kisses your cheek, leaning closer to murmur in your ears. “Marking my territory.” You roll your eyes at that, unaware of the girl who has now fled, leaving Skyler with a victorious grin. That should’ve sent the message loud and clear not only to her, but also to you. You’re Skyler’s, and he isn’t going to let you think for a second that you aren’t.

You jolt at the sudden touch to your groin, and you stop Skyler with a frown. “You’re so needy. Can’t you wait to be somewhere more private?” His eyes light up—you weren’t rejecting his advances, after all. “Please, c’mon…where do you want to go?” He whines lowly, not-so-subtly grinding against you. He practically drags you back into the bathroom, pushing you into a stall. “Finally…” He moans, kissing you and shoving one hand into your pants, searching for what he needs most.

“You really couldn’t wait?” You grumble, but allow him to do as he wants—as always. It’s not your fault he has such a cute face that makes you want to let him do anything he wants. The sound of the bathroom door opening makes you freeze, although it doesn’t seem to deter Skyler. “Skyler, stop.” You murmur lowly under your breath, grabbing his wrist and praying that whoever walked in leaves as soon as possible.

Unfortunately for you, it seems like they’ve went into one of the stalls—and Skyler is getting more and more desperate. “Please, baby—!” He whines a bit too loudly, and you cover his mouth. “Skyler, I swear to god, I’m going to kill you if you whine any more.” You think for a moment. The person likely didn’t hear you when they came in, and they’re probably too focused on their own business to worry about you both. Still, the thought of doing that when there was someone a few feet away was a bit unnerving, especially in a bathroom.

So, to Skyler’s horror, you pull away. He begins to speak, but thinks better of it when he sees the expression you’re making. He reluctantly allows you to drag him outside, but as soon as the door closes behind you he whines. “Let’s go, please? I want to make you feel good, I promise I won’t be loud—!” You cut him off with a chaste kiss, leaving him to chase your lips. “We have class in 20 minutes. Afterwards…afterwards we can, alright?”

Skyler frowns the entire way to class, glued to your side as he does his best not to shove you into an empty classroom and ride you ‘till you pass out. Thank god he listens to you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been going to any of your other classes for the rest of the day…

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Needless to say, he was moved to a different location. Not that it affects you much—you didn’t have a close relationship with him, barely holding a conversation whenever you crossed paths. But surprisingly, there were already talks about a new boss. Apparently he’d be starting today, and wanted to be introduced to everyone…by you. Why the hell did he want you to introduce him? How’d he even know your name, to begin with?

You practically begged your more experienced colleagues to guide him, but they were just as unwilling as you. Didn’t want to screw it up with the big boss, especially since he requested you. You curse internally in your mind, but there’s nothing you can say to change their minds—you know you’d do the same if you were in their position.

So with a great reluctance, here you were. Standing in front of the office, crossing your fingers and praying to every god you knew that this first impression went smoothly. Staring at the front door, you don’t notice Ava calling your name until she touches your shoulder, startling you.

“Oh, Ava.” You turn your head, looking at her. “What is it?” As your coworker and longtime ‘work wife’(not really, but you two are close enough to joke about it) you’re not surprised to find a small drink in her hand that she hands you. “You look stressed. Don’t worry so much, the bosses’ position hardly affects us.” She pats your shoulder with a smile. “Besides, he specifically asked for you. That probably means you’re already good in his book! No other reason for him to choose you otherwise.” Your conversation is interrupted by a fake cough, and you look up. “Oh, hello—”

A pause.

You blink, voice faltering as you stare at your new boss. Ava nudges you, but the words are stuck in your throat—so she speaks instead. “Hello, and welcome to the company! You must be…our new boss?” She asks a bit awkwardly, continuing to nudge you.

Damien smiles and nods, but he doesn’t look at Ava once— his eyes dead set on you, your reaction. “Yes, I am.” Snapping out of thought, you nod. “Uh…yeah, hello. I’m the one you requested…to guide you?” An awkward smile is all you can muster, when the man you literally dicked down 3 days ago shows up as your boss. How unlucky was that? You can barely look him in the eyes, especially with the events of that night replaying in your head—! You stop thinking about it, choosing to just focus on his tie and pray he won’t bring it up.

You awkwardly introduced yourself(although you’re certain he remembers your name) and begin guiding him around the office. Ava quickly steps away to get back to her work, but not before giving you a look of concern. He greets everyone with a smile and handshake, and nothing seems out of the ordinary. You begin to think that he’s forgotten your face, forgotten what you had a mere few nights ago. It stings a bit, but you’re glad that nothing awkward has happened yet.

You finally arrive at his office doors, internally sighing in relief. The old bosses’ secretary isn’t at his desk, so you open the door for him instead. “This is your office.” You motion to the large space, warm light coming in through the windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. He enters the office, looking around and— shutting the door behind you, looking down to lock it. You stare at him, suddenly feeling the temperature in the room drop by 10 degrees. “…Boss?”

Damien pushes you against the door, and you tense. “…Damien..?” You ask awkwardly, tilting your head. You make eye contact with him, and involuntarily gulp. “Why did you leave?” He frowns, pushing closer to you— his knee pressing against your groin, nearly making you gasp in surprise. “W-what?” “Why did you leave me alone in that bed?” You finally realize what he means— when you had made him breakfast and promptly left…without any form of communication, not even leaving your phone number to contact him. “You should’ve known how I’d react…but it’s okay. We can make up for lost time.”

Before you can ask what he means by that and why he’s pinned you to the wall, he’s kissing you. Softly, hands coming up to cup your face as he deepens the kiss. You attempt to push him away, but he whines and clings tighter to you— the sound making your stomach do flips— and your resistance weakens. Damien notices you slowly accepting his touch, and smiles. “See? You can’t resist me. Won’t you give me what I want?” His hands graze against your chest, and before you can process everything that’s happening all too quickly, he’s halfway through unbuttoning your shirt.

“Wait, this is—!” You can’t hear any noise on the other side of the wall, but you know there are people on the other side. People you’ve worked with, who know your face and would be horrified to find you with the new boss—what the hell is going on right now? How’d you manage to get yourself into this fiasco, when you were just trying to find a way to relax at that bar? Despite the thoughts whirling through your head at 100 miles per second…one glance at his face makes your mind go blank.

That needy look in his eyes, the desperation—for you. He was looking at you, begging for the scraps of your attention. How could you resist that look on his face, especially when he’s asking for you so politely? You reluctantly stop protesting, allowing Damien to undress you. When your shirt finally falls off, he smiles happily and leans in to kiss and bite your neck. “You’re all mine, y’know…? Nobody else can have you, see you like this except me.” He mumbles, pressing his knee up against your groin again, causing you to groan.

“If I hadn’t fallen asleep that night…” He frowns and grumbles, shaking his head before kissing you. You hesitantly place your hands on his hips, and he smiles. “You’re here with me now, so I guess that doesn’t matter.” His hand slips into your pants and past your boxers as he begins to stroke you—slowly, watching your facial expressions.

He hadn’t been able to see your face quite so clearly that night. But looking at you now, the sweet, pleasured face you’re making because of him…it has him riled up enough to make sure that you blow your first load in his hand, and the rest inside him. Licking his lips, his hand keeps a steady rhythm on your cock, slowly but surely pushing you to the edge of pleasure, willing you to fall into the depths with him.

It’s hard for you to keep your composure, burying your face in his shoulder and praying nobody outside hears your groans of Damien’s name. The lewd sounds of his hand on you fill the room, and you vaguely wonder if there are cameras in here. Damien’s other hand comes up to your hair, tugging it gently to get you to look at him. “Say you’re mines.” He begins to stroke you faster and you can feel your climax rapidly approaching, washing over you in waves of pleasure. “I—I’m..” You bite back a moan, trying to get the words out.

“I’m yours.”

Damien smiles and his pace gets even faster than before—rubbing you like it’s the one thing he’s been waiting for, and with the look in his eyes it might just be. Before long he has you cumming all over his hand, panting harshly as you come down from your high. When you come to, you see him licking your cum off his hand, sucking it off each finger individually as he stares you in the eyes.

There’s a long moment of silence between you both, you still processing the high as Damien prepares for more, kissing you and bitting your lower lip when— the intercom on the side of the door buzzes to life, and you freeze. Right, you’re still at work right now. In the bosses office…with the big boss himself after he jerked you off. You quickly pull your shirt back on, to Damien’s disappointment. He doesn’t attempt to stop you, knowing that he’ll have to get his satisfaction later.

You make yourself as presentable as you can, setting your hair and straightening your shirt. As you do so, Damien reluctantly answers the intercom. Taking your chance, you open the door to see one of your coworkers there…and you quickly leave, saying that the tour was finished and you’d go back to your desk now. You don’t see Damien scowl at your coworker, harshly reprimanding them for bothering him already when this was his first day here.

You sit at your desk, blankly staring at the screen in front of you. Ava’s at her desk, knees deep in work she has to finish, and you’re in the same boat. Despite the thoughts plaguing you about Damien and how the hell you were going to survive him as your boss…you get to work, typing away on your computer, clueless about what’s to come.

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    Now, You didn't think you were plain, or an average looking guy, but when comparing yourself to him... damn. He seemed to be fresh out of college, although the way he spoke made him seem older then that. Adorning a suit— one that seemed a touch too formal for a club, you notice— and you find yourself wondering if he's really supposed to be here.

   "Exactly how old are you?" You. ask him, hoping that the remark didn't sound strange. "I'm 27. And you?" He replies without pause, noting your surprised face. "Ah. I'm 30... I'm sorry, you seemed much younger, so I thought..." You trail off nervously, which nearly goes unnoticed in the loud music of the club. You've started to think about getting another drink when he starts to speak again.

     "My name's Damian. What about you?" You wonder why he was still talking to you, but like hell you were about to complain. After all, not everyday do you find someone who is as pretty as he is. "Y/N." You state simply, before taking a swig of the almost completely forgotten drink to cool your nerves. As the night drags on, you two talk for what feels like a matter of moments before you’re finding yourself in your car, on the way to his house. You've surprised yourself with how forward you were, but Damian seems to enjoy it.

      He's staring at you as you drive, and it’s obvious you’ve had a strong effect on him. The way he’s eyeing you… you can barely maintain a calm demeanor. You startle when his hand touches your thigh, feeling it slowly travel down towards your groin. You glance briefly at him, and find yourself surprised by how lustful his eyes are. He smiles before pulling his hand away, leaving you tense…but excited.

    When you've  arrived at his house, you can't help but gape at it. It seemed like something out of a movie, and you feel like you’ve suddenly been dropped into a story that you can barely keep up with. Before you can get a closer at it, Damian drags you in and locks the door behind you. "Are you positive that nobody will see us—?" Your voice is cut off as Damian pushes you up against the wall, kissing you. You close your eyes, deepening the kiss as your hands begin to trail downwards. He jolts slightly in shock, before recovering and beginning to kiss your jawline.

     By the time you’ve reached his bedroom door, your shirt is almost completely off, and Damian is biting everywhere he can access. You enter his room and debate whether you should lock the door or not, before deciding to lock it just in case—this house looks like it costs a fortune, and it wouldn’t be shocking if there were any butlers or maids...

You throw Damian onto the bed, and he lands with a light 'oof' before you completely take off your shirt. Damian marvels at your body, smiling intoxicatingly while crawling to the edge of the bed, tugging on your belt. He looks up at you, seemingly waiting for your permission.

Barely a moment passes before you nod, asking him if he had a safe word. "It's sapphire. It's a bit strange, but it's easier to remember." He tilts his head, grazing your chest with his teeth before tugging your boxers off, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes. The torturously slow feeling of them coming off nearly had you already ready to snap, but you hold yourself back—not wanting to be too harsh, since this was the first(and likely only) time you’d ever see him like this.

When he sees you, fully naked and standing before him, you can practically see his mind running. For a moment, there’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite place, and you pause. That look in his eyes…you swear you could place it, but—…as fast as it came, the look was gone. Leaving a needy, almost desperate look in his eyes, and you forget what you were thinking.

His hand brushed against your cock, and a shiver runs down your spine. He teases your tip, rubbing his thumb over it and gathering your pre, before staring up at you and pressing his thumb to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off with a loud, lewd moan escaping his lips.

Before you know it, your hand is entangled in Damian's hair, and he's taken your whole cock into his mouth. His eyes water, but before you can think to tell him to not rush, he's already moving up and down, only getting faster and sloppier as moments pass. You see one of his hands move down, pressing against the front of his pants. The other moves up to your cock, eagerly stroking in time with his sucking—and you can hardly contain the gasps and groans slipping past your lips as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening. It’s not long before your hand tightens in his hair and you roughly thrust one last time into his mouth before cumming.

    As you come down from your high, you see Damian open his mouth, showing you the cum in his mouth, before swallowing it. You stare at him, still processing the fact that he just did that. "I had a feeling I was going to be taking someone home tonight." Damian smiles and his eyes flutter closed. "But I didn't realize I would be bringing you to our— my home."

You’re barely paying attention to him, realizing that Damian is still fully clothed, and you press closer to him, unbuttoning his shirt. He seems a bit shy despite what he did moments ago, his eyes looking anywhere but at you. His cheeks become redder as you continue to undress him, and he watches you through half-lidded eyes, a nervous yet excited look on his face. After you finish undressing him, your hands trailing down his neck, his chest, down to his hard cock— already leaking cum.

“You came just from that?” You grin, beginning to stroke him. His gasps and moans fill your ears, spurring you on as you continue. "I-...ah, don't think I'll last much longer—” As his words slur, he lets out a loud moan before cumming all over your hands.

You slowly pump to help ease him out of the orgasm, watching his face to ensure he’s comfortable. You turn and find something to clean your hand, but when you look at Damian you find that he's... asleep? Maybe he had one too many drinks, you think, and after some moments conclude that you should probably find him some comfortable clothes to wear. You didn't know if he slept in the nude, but figure it would be better to just dress him and clean him up a bit.

After that, you redress yourself and debate what your options were. You could stay here until he woke up, but that's a bit awkward. Plus, you only just met him an hour ago. Who knows if his parents or someone lived with him? In such a big house, surely there would be more then just one person living there. Regardless, you felt that you had to do something more for him.

You remember seeing a kitchen in passing when going to his room, so maybe you could cook him something? But what? Would he even eat it? You decide to leave those questions for never and just make him something to eat. After figuring out what ingredients you have to work with, you decided on eggs with toast. By the time he wakes up the eggs and toast will be cold, so you choose to leave him a note.

To Damian,

I'm sorry for leaving so soon, but I have to get ready for work in the morning. I made you some food, so just reheat it once you wake up. I hope you understand ^^

-Y/N

You leave the note and food next to the bed, where Damian is tucked in neatly, and very asleep. You grab everything that you had before leaving the house, getting into your car and driving home. By now it was pretty early in the morning, so you decided to go home and just relax until you had to get ready for work. You get the drinks out of your system by drinking a lot of fluids and throwing up, and as much as you felt sickly you knew that it would definitely feel better then waking up hung over.

Over the course of the next few days, you gradually forget about the 'One Night Stand' you had and continue on with your life. Your coworkers ask you where you went that night, but you just tell them that you didn't feel well and went home.  Your coworkers didn't ask for any more information, nor did you provide any more. Little did you know that the one night stand, that you thought was a one time thing, was going to play a big part in what was the worst—and simultaneously best— decision in your life.

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