Mrs. Barnes library 🌺

He already knew something was wrong the moment you walked into his room. Well he is an investigator, the best in the world.

Furthermore, from the outset it was suspicious because he had taken the night off - for once - and it was you who had insisted on taking time out together.

His dark eyes followed your silhouette attentively as you walked slowly to the desk chair where you placed your jacket.

Without a sound, his eyes followed your slow pace towards the adjoining bathroom.

He waited for you to come out of the bathroom, followed by the steam from the quick shower you had just taken, more out of necessity than desire. If it wasn't for the respect you had for him, you wouldn't have even bothered to take the damn shower.

He waited until you finally sat down on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers straight away, to say "Y/n, you feeling alright ? You look strange… out of it."

Of course true to form he was very direct about the question, no point in hiding what you both already know very well.

You sighed, thinking you could avoid it, but you knew he knew.

After you had left a silence before answering, he had also quickly understood that you weren't in the mood to talk, not that you didn't want to, but that you didn't have the strength.

He approached gently so as not to startle you and wrapped his arms around your torso, remembering the studies he had read about the calming power of physical contact over words.

And just as he had hoped, you relaxed, leaning back against his chest, letting a breath of relief slip from your lips.

“I did the right thing looking into this subject, it finally came in handy,” he thought, holding you a little tighter against him.

“If you want to talk about it, I'm here,” he added, hoping not to rush you.

You turned in his embrace, and he tightened his arms around you to make you even more comfortable.

His lips delivered a long kiss to the side of your head, which gave you a little more of the comfort you needed.

With you now nestled in his arms he shuffled farther on the bed, so he could comfortably lie down with you still in his arms.

You let him guide you, breathing peacefully in his scent once you both lie side by side, your back tightly pressed against his stomach.

“T-thank you,” you hiccuped as a few tears slid down your cheeks and onto his forearm.

A sweet, caramelized and buttery aroma wafted around you in the kitchen as you transferred a freshly baked waffle onto a plate with a flick of your wrist. They looked absolutely perfect, they were puffed just right and golden-brown, a visual testament of their rich, mouth watering and toasty fragrance. You rummaged through the cabinet over your stove looking for some honey that you knew would complement just well their vanilla, nutty flavor. You hummed to yourself as you grabbed some strawberries, to add a tangy twist to the whole silky, well-rounded flavor. You cut them meticulously to make the whole dish look fine and presentable to your boyfriend, knowing how much he liked when things were in order.

You placed the neatly arranged plate on a tray, adding right next to it a glass filled with freshly squeezed orange juice. That is when you remembered you forgot to add the whipped cream you bought the day before. Deciding against spraying a swirl of whipped cream on the warm waffles, knowing how it would melt and deflate in no time. You wanted him to have the best breakfast ever, and that is why as you took the tray in one hand, you grabbed with your other the siphon of whipped cream and held it under your arm before making your way to your shared bedroom, where you knew he was still snoring in the sheets. I mean, he needed his rest after the eventful night you both had yesterday.

By the time you arrived there you noticed a little ray of light peeking through under the door. You frowned because you thought he was still resting, you had told him too knowing how overworked he daily was. When you opened the door you saw him scrolling on his phone, and you sure as hell would have put your hands on your hips before scolding him - kindly - if you weren’t carrying the tray. For now he would just have to deal with your scolding look.

“L what did I tell you about working in bed right after you woke up, mmh ? Give yourself some time to rest”, you sighed as you set the thoroughly prepared tray on his bedside table.

His head snapped towards you, not because you spoke - sorry - but because of the divine smell emanating from the delicious-looking food you just made.

“I was not working,” he answered matter-of-factly as if he was right “just looking at some reports that were sent to me overnight-”

“That’s working L,” this time you put your hands on your hips.

“It’s not working when I don’t have my computer,” he yawned, sitting up in the bed, the sheets sliding off his bare chest, unveiling some hickeys you left on his collarbone. His eyes already staring at the plate as would a cat before pouncing on it.

You sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed, and hugging his middle “You lucky I love you.”

He smiled at your words and kissed the top of your head, his gaze dipping in yours an instant as if to reassure you that he meant the very same, even though he didn’t put it into words quite often. And then his gaze drifted back to the food.

“I presume you made this for me,” he simply said, but you could see how his eyes lit up. To which you nodded, motioning for him towards the plate, silently meaning “Go on dig in.”

When you stood up and grabbed the siphon, he looked expectantly at you, his tongue wetting his lips as if he could already taste it all. Though you could only squirt a small amount of cream on his breakfast before he stopped you.

“Hold on a second,” he halted you, before extending his open hand flat to you.

You blinked slowly, wondering for a second what kind of twisted idea had sprouted in his mind, but eventually handed him the siphon. And as soon as he got a hold of it he got up and swiftly pinned you down on the bed and the warm sheets he just got up from.

“L what are you-”

“Shhh”

“The food is going to be cold-” you warned him as he pushed your knees apart with one hand while the other reached the press button squirting a little swirl of whipped cream in his mouth. He hummed as the sweetness of the cream hit his taste buds.

“Tsst tsst, do not worry about that. You trust me right ?” he purred as he licked his lips, the sweet taste making his mouth water… or was it the thoughts he was having.

You nodded leaving him to get on with what he had in mind. But you didn’t expect for him to hook his index finger under the edge of your panties and in a gentle, oh so teasing way pull them down. You shivered as the chilly air of the room hit your warm core, thoughts were running wild in your head as you watched him inch closer and closer to you, his gaze already lost in your glistening folds.

You were about to ask him why he was smirking at you like that and most importantly why he kept holding onto the siphon, but your train of thoughts stopped when he shook it a little and sprayed a swirl of it right on your clit. Your thighs almost immediately close if it weren’t for his hand keeping them open. The emulsion was pleasantly cold, and soft against your heated skin. He didn’t let you one more second to feel all of its fluffiness, and dived right in. And this time he couldn't help the way your legs closed around his hair, thighs tickled by his downy hair.

You took a sharp intake of breath as his tongue lavished at your clit, each time seemingly with more hunger. It was all clean from the whipped cream now, but he didn’t stop there, he continued again and again sucking at it, as if trying to get every last molecule of it.

“L what- fuck,” you moaned “What are y-you doing ?” your legs squeezed harder around his head, your body instinctively pressing him closer.

He didn’t answer though, too busy slurping the juices, your juices that have started steadily leaking from your fluttering hole. 

He only pulled back a second to squirt more of that sweet cream, on your clit but this time also around it all on your lips. He seemed pleased with his work as he set the siphon down at the foot of the bed, right next to him, and now using both his free hands to grip your thighs and pull you full against his face.

He admired his work an instant before saying “What a delightful breakfast you brought me. That is very very thoughtful of you my love,” he purred, each time he said “very” he had licked your twitching clit.

“Oh fuck”, you threw you head back submerged by the pleasure he was bringing you, each flick of his tongue felt divine thanks to the lubricant-quality of the whipped cream.

“Mmmh so good,” he groaned against your soaked core, his face now a complete mess between the rest of the cream and your juice trickling down his chin.

“Mpfhh,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair before adding “P-please don’t stop !”

He chuckled against your cunt before pulling away, with a smirk plastered on his face “Oh dear, do you not think it would be very foolish of me to part from such a sweet banquet, do you ?” and with that he dived right back in, drawing more and more desperate moans out of you.

Soon enough you ended up coming all over his tongue, and he couldn't be happier about it. He continued lapping at your cunt some more, you know, just to make sure he got everything he could. Then he pulled away, whipped his chin with the back of his hand, and went after the glistening essence that was there too.

“Mmmh,” he hummed. “Now that was divine my dear. Very feeling even,” he smirked, one of those rare smirk he flashed when he knew he got you utterly and thoroughly satisfied. He knew he had done a good job. 

Meanwhile you stayed there on the bed, catching your breath all the while following his figure in the room. He was - finally - digging in the breakfast you had prepared earlier. A gentle smile appeared on your face as you watched his eyes lighting up at each bite.

Well until… “Those could have been a little warmer,” he said, popping another piece of waffle in his mouth.

You knew he was just poking fun at you but you couldn't help but bite back “Ah ? And whose fault is that ?” you propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look at his face.

“Yours. Entirely,” he answered frankly, “For looking appealingly appetizing first thing in the morning.”

You blushed at the compliment, “Well next time I advise you to eat it up on time,” you teased, reaching for his arms, your fingers trailing up and down his pale skin.

“Well,” he started, pausing to eat a strawberry, “and next time I advise you to also bring chocolate sauce to accompany the whipped cream. I think it would perfectly match your own sweet taste.”

If you thought he didn't already know what you were up to when you sighed softly and pulled your hair back from time to time, you were wrong.

And as you crossed your arms to push your breasts up into your cleavage, he already knew exactly what kind of punishment he was going to give you.

Just as you stood up - as Chifuyu was explaining something - to pretend to give Mikey something when you just wanted to run your fingers down his arm, knowing how it gave him the shivers, Mikey decided that was the last interruption of the meeting.

He stood up suddenly and said “I think we've left something on the stove at home” he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him towards the exit of the room not without saying to the others “If we don't come back Ken-chin you'll dismiss the meeting and give the orders for the following week”.

His hand still gripped your wrist as he dragged you through the night towards your shared apartment.

As he stuck his key in the lock, he growled against your ear, “You'll understand the consequences of trying to distract me in the middle of a meeting”, sending a shiver through your body.

Once inside, he didn't waste a second before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you back to your room.

He tossed you unceremoniously onto the fûton before pouncing on you, biting your neck and the delicate skin from your shoulder to your collarbone.

He fed off your little moans and the way you tried to rub yourself against his growing bulge.

With one of his hands, he pinned your hips to the mattress to prevent you from doing so, knowing how frustrating it would be.

If you think he is going to let you do whatever you want, you are wrong.

He will let you fully clothed and fuck your mouth with his cock without even letting you suck on it gently the way he usually asks you too

Then, as he debated inwardly whether he was going to cum on your face, he remembered how you teased him with your cleavage earlier and made you take off your top.

“Do what you did before, for me. Hold them both together. Make it tight for me,” he growled, his legs already trembling a little as he placed his hard member between your two soft mounds.

Finally, he decided to paint both your face and breasts a little, so as not to make anyone jealous you know.

By this time you were already soaking wet, and he groaned approvingly as he ran his fingers between your folds.

That is all it took for him to turn you over on the bed and pull down your pants and panties in one go.

He pinned your wrists above your face, that was buried against the soft pillows, with one hand as he pounded your hips.

Soon enough his other hand came around your neck squeezing gently.

“Never again, you hear me ?” he threatened, but his voice implied that this had excited him more than he had cared to admit.

You can whine all you want, but he is not going to let you cum until you are a moaning and pleading mess.

Secretly he would like you to do it again sometime just to give him an excuse to fuck you like that.

He was used to being on top, whether in his daily life or in bed. He gave the orders and the others obeyed. Maybe that is why, on the rare occasions when you were the one on top, it had such an effect on him. And today was one of those days.

Lying on the bed beneath you, soft moans escaped his lips every time you fucked yourself on his length. He trembled with pleasure, watching you riding him in earnest so shamelessly. His flushed face showed signs of imminent orgasm as yet another bead of sweat broke out on his temple.

His cock throbbing inside you was the last signal before an orgasm would come to shake his quivering body. And this was precisely the moment you chose to steady your hips and stop all movement. The look he gave you was one of pure betrayal, and you swore you saw his bottom lip quiver.

“Aw, is there a problem, love ?” you asked in a falsely innocent voice.

His hips bucked upwards, trying to get you to resume your movement, or at least nudge his cock deeper into you.

“No no no,” you mused, your hand running through his hair before giving a slight tug, the sensation making him grunt softly, ”That's not how it goes baby boy.”

“Yeah, but you're not playing fair,” he managed to reply between moans as you pulled his head back.

“But we agreed that I was the one who set the rules,” you reminded him while gently patting his cheek. “Don't you like it ?”

“I do,” he replied, perhaps a little too quickly for his liking, “I really do... but I was mhmm...”

“Close ?” you completed his sentence, with a smirk.

All he could do in reply was whimper as your hips gave him another surprise thrust, gently resuming the movement. He threw his head back feeling the pleasure begin to build in his stomach again.

“I presume you're not going to let me come this time either ?” he stated almost as a matter of fact.

“And here's the flair I love so much about you my sweet detective,” you whispered against his ear, making goose bumps ruffle up and down his body and a deep blush burn his cheeks.

He would have grabbed your hips for support if you hadn't tied his hands to the bedsteads - what ? he had told you you were in charge of, he didn't explain how he would be. Even though gosh he loved to see your body undulate like this against his. You did look very powerful and alluring when you took charge, not that he found you any less alluring in other situations.

As if you had read his mind, you rocked forward and leaned back on your knees for a moment, just long enough to withdraw his cock from inside you. He gasped at the loss of contact with your heat. Though as you squeezed around his length he thrusted in your hand to get some of that much-needed friction he craved.

“Fuck, Y-Y/n,” he whined, his tongue slurring from the overstimulation you applied to his slicked member, "I-I can't... it's t-to much," he squirmed but he couldn't deny how good it felt.

You continued to jerk his hard cock, the slickness or your combined fluid helping your skilled hands to stroke up and down. As you milked his cock, fresh drops of pre-cum dripped from the tip before running down his angry red flushed cock. You pressed your thumb on his slit spreading the viscous liquid a little more making him hiss with pleasure.

“What, you like that ?” you teased.

“Yeah,” he replied breathlessly, "Just... don't- uhh... don't stop !" he stuttered.

“Oh but I could,” you added.

“Please don't... I-I need it. I need to come mpff,” his hips bucked one more time in your hand before he rambled, ”Please take me back inside. I'm so close and ahh- I want to finish inside you.”

You chuckled at his attempt, eyeing one more time his flushed head before grabbing his cock and sitting back down on it. He let out a guttural groan as he felt your pussy sink back down on him. Your hand returned to his hair, pulling him to you to share a hungry kiss.

“T-thank you, thank you my love… so tight- shit,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Just hold it in a lil more for me, okay ?”

“Y/n, I can’t-”

“I want to come with you. Can my good boy do that for me mmh ?” you asked knowing how he couldn't resist you when you mentioned the idea of you two coming together and sharing that intense moment of connection.

“I’ll try… for you,” he bit down onto his lips as he felt your hips increase in speed. He wanted to please you, he really did. And fuck the idea of climaxing with you was beyond what he thought would be the highlight of his day.

“Do you need me to countdown you ?” you mused.

“No need dearest… I-I can feel you clench around me, fuck ! I can say exactly when you're going to come… F-focus on your orgasm and I'll join you,” he smiled faintly, the marks of the tension he had been holding back were visible on his face.

Suddenly he felt your cunt grip him viciously, and he knew it was it. His arms struggled against the silk restraints as all he wanted was to grip and squeeze the flesh of your hips and ass. Your hands slid from his chest to his arms, digging your nail in his pale skin as you ground yourself in the moment. He saw your back arch as you finally came around him, and he finally let go. His mouth opened slightly as a final cry came from his lips, as he poured all his love deep inside you.

After a moment spent calming your breathing, with you lying chest-to-chest, your legs tangling with his, you looked up and your heart swelled at the tired but satisfied smile he gave you. That is when you remembered you had to untie him, and moved away from him, shivering at the loss of heat, to free his wrists. Not forgetting to kiss each of them once they were free.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as his arms instinctively encircled your waist, grateful for the moment you had just had and the delicacy with which you handled him. And he knew that now the best was yet to come, because whenever he was good to you, which was every time, you decided to buy him or prepare for him when you had the time, a little treat you knew he would appreciate.

“Are you alright L ?” you asked with a slightly worried tone, you knew he was surely feeling good but you couldn't help worrying, especially after such intense sessions.

He nodded “Yes, I'm fine... Thought I might say I am getting a bit hungry,” he added mischievously.