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chosai · 4 months

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miss communication.

synopsis. just as you were beginning to believe that you were simply incapable of finding love, fate had other plans for you in the form of an app called heartchat.

pairing. gojo satoru x fem!reader genre. s2l + office au tags. 18+ content mdni! quick paced, phone sex, public sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, overstimulation, annoying ex word count. 14.6k

sora's note. a repost from my old writing blog! def one of my longer works so far (and one of my favs)! also note that this is also inspired from the manwha "superstitious nine".

THROUGHOUT YOUR TWENTY SEVEN YEARS of living, it was fair to say that you had little to no luck with men, although it was something that you’ve long grown accustomed to, or at least, tried to. Usually, it would’ve been easy to shrug off your misfortunes by telling yourself that you’d only be saving yourself from further disappointment, but nowadays, it’s gotten harder to ignore the vexatious turmoil steadily building up within your chest while you watch all your friends, one by one, get their happy ending and starting their families with their first love. You’d only gotten into three relationships, however none of them turned out successful – your first one being in your last year of highschool and your second being in your first year of college – none of which lasted more than a few months and kiss on the lips was the furthest thing you’d gotten. However, if your first two relationships disappointed you, then your third one would be a complete understatement.

Zen’in Naoya was a man of many facades, and you were a fool to believe that there’d be good in any of them.

Zen’in Naoya, heir of the ZEN corporate, also known as the general manager of your silly office job, was popular amongst the ladies for his good looks and charisma. The mere mention of his name gave a sour taste on your tongue. If you could describe this man in one single word, it would be suffocating. Beneath that charismatic exterior of his was a serpent ready to pounce on his prey when it was the time he deemed as fit.

In your pathetic, desperate attempt to chase after the love that you yearned for, you believed that he loved you. You believed that he loved you despite keeping your relationship a secret, his excuse being that he couldn’t allow himself to be seen romantically with a commoner. You believed that he still loved you when he’d act as if you were invisible as he entertained the other female workers. You believed that he still loved you when he’d sneak jealous glances towards you while you spoke with your other male coworkers. You believed his sweet, empty lies and you always ate them all up as if they were candy. Being with him felt suffocating – the mere idea of being kept as his secret lover, his toy – it was too much for you to bear, wishing for something more with someone who’d easily toss you to the side after playing with your emotions.

A damned fool, that’s what you were. If present you could smack past you, you would’ve and made sure that it left a warm, red print on it, too.

It was about time that you ended things with the Zen’in heir, after being involved with the snake for six months. If someone were to ask you why you hadn’t left earlier, you wouldn’t be able to tell them – not that anyone would ask anyways, your relationship with that man was something that you’d keep to your grave, entertaining him for half a year straight was already too humiliating to bear.

You shook your head rapidly as if it could swat those inappropriate and intrusive thoughts away from your mind. ‘It’s wrong to be thinking about these damn things during your best friend’s wedding, get a grip of yourself!’

Your fingers danced around the empty wine glass, your other palm resting on the sides of your cheeks as your gaze surveyed the reception hall. The music was blaring and you could make out the sight of your best friend, Riko, having the best time of her life dancing with her newly wedded husband. You cracked a small smile at the sight. She looked absolutely beautiful in the gown, and she definitely shone the brightest in the room. She glanced over to you, smiling widely as she blew multiple kisses and hearts your way and you laughed at Riko's adorable burst of energy.

You returned your attention to your empty wine glass, silently contemplating whether or not you should get a third glass.

“Y/N, babe, what are you doing out here drinking alone?” Ren, one of the bridesmaids – and one of your childhood friends, chimed in. You jumped a little at her sudden appearance, and then you followed with a light giggle. “It’s been a while since I drank something, I was honestly craving for some wine.”

“Is it just cravings?” She questioned, leaning towards you with her palm propped against her cheek and she stared at you intently. “You usually don’t enjoy drinking alone when you’re bothered about something. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Am I that easy to read?” You complained jokingly.

Ren rolled her eyes at your response before grinning. “Yes. Now spill.”

“I recently ended things with someone,” you said, keeping it fairly vague. “I just wish I did it sooner, you know? Instead of making a fool out of myself…”

Right after you said that, you could tell that she wanted to know who the mystery man was but she relented. For a minute she stayed silent, and it seemed like she was trying to formulate the right words in her brain and 50 different combinations.

“He already sounds like a pretty shitty guy,” Ren muttered under her breath before glancing back up at you with curious eyes, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what do you plan on doing next? Like, do you plan on being sad forever or…?”

“Being sad forever sounds good enough to me,” you joked, only to receive a light smack on the shoulder.

“Bad!” Ren laughed before pausing once more. “Anyways, I was just about to ask you if you were okay with trying something new. I think it could, you know, be entertaining for you.”

“New? And what do you mean entertaining—?”

“—Give me your phone, and I’ll show you!”

You were getting curious now. Raising a brow, you handed her your phone and she snatched it away from your grasp while cackling evilly. Minutes later, she handed you your phone and all that you could make out is a bright pink background and a heart in the middle. HeartChat, it reads. “What’s this supposed to be?” You questioned your friend.

“It’s something fun,” she replied, laughing giddily. “After work, when you get home, have some beer – and once you feel yourself getting drunk, use the app that I downloaded before you go to bed. Got it?”

“This looks a lot like tinder,” you remarked, not looking very convinced with your friend’s words. You weren’t the type to use dating apps, after all.

“I promise you, you’ll be far more entertained.” Ren winked.

The blaring sound of your alarm resonated across the room, and you emitted a heavy, gruff sigh. Seven o’clock, it reads on your bright phone screen. You continued to stare at the screen for a couple more seconds, your body feeling lethargic and overall heavy from fatigue. You shouldn’t have left the reception so late. Groaning in disdain, you forced yourself up from the comfort of your bed and began your morning routine. It was around seven forty five when you finished, and with quick fingers, you grabbed your work ID, wallet and keys and shoved them into your bag before rushing outside your apartment. The walk to the nearest bus stop should take around four minutes, you thought to yourself.

Myriads of thoughts slipped in your mind as you walked closer to your bus stop, ready to consume you whole. You hadn’t seen Naoya for a week already since the day you left him, and needless to say that week had been one of the most peaceful weeks you’ve ever had since stepping foot in that workplace.

Sighing, you sat down on the bench and fixed the hem of your pencil skirt. Glancing at the time on your phone, seven-fifty, it read. The bus should be arriving very soon.

It was eight-ten when you arrived at work, and you rushed across the building — making a beeline towards the elevator.

Just as the elevator was about to close, a hand peeks out through the gaps, thus the elevator opening and it took all your self-control to stop yourself from scowling.

“It’s been a while,” Naoya walked in, feigning a smile. “It’s been a week, Mr. Zen’in.” you returned the smile.

The elevator closes, leaving you confined with the man you desperately wanted to avoid. He turns his head slightly to face you, his eyes boring into yours. There was an uncomfortable tension lingering in the thick air. It seemed like he had many things to say to you but he relented, and you’d rather he keep it that way.

You looked away from the man, grabbing your phone in your bag. You pretended to scroll through your phone to pass the time.

After what it seemed like an eternity, the door to your floor opened and you rushed to your desk.

The Zen’in heir followed suit, heading towards his office. You could hear the whispers from your colleagues, theorizing as to where he might’ve gone in the previous week. You continued to set up your desk. You could honestly care less about the man’s business, though.

The rest of the morning was spent with you answering phone calls, typing, printing out papers, organizing files – the usual, might you add. Occasionally you’d stare at Ren’s empty desk and silently make wishes that she’d just appear – you already knew that she was probably having the time of her life sleeping in on her day off.

It was already time for your lunch break, if it weren’t for your two coworkers practically dragging you out of your desk you would’ve actually continued working until evening.

“Y/N, you gonna join us for dinner and drinks next weekend?” Your coworker, Haruto, questioned. You chewed on your lunch silently, thinking of an answer while he and Hirumi. waited with an eager expression. “I’m down,” you replied before teasing your friend, “is it going to be on you?”

“You wish,” Haruto rolled his eyes before taking a bite out of the onigiri he bought from the cafeteria, “boss said that everything’s going to be on him.”

You paused briefly. “That’s a first.”

“Right? This is the first time he’s actually gone out to join us for dinner. All it took was for Emi to invite him and he actually agreed.” Himari added.

A part of you wanted to turn around and tell them that you had plans, but a part of you already knew that there really was no point avoiding Zen’in Naoya. He was your boss after all, and as long as he didn’t give you a hard time at work, you were content. You were sure that even after you ended your questionable relationship with him, he’d still act indifferent. It was already a given that his status and reputation were the two most important things to him, so you convinced yourself that acting as if nothing had happened was the best possible solution.

“Hi,” a sudden voice caught your attention and you quickly glanced up from your meal to meet gazes with Emi, your new colleague. You remembered when she was first introduced, she was immediately loved by everyone due to her kind and bubbly nature despite the young woman being a little clumsy at her job. She appeared shy in front of your presence and she gave you a soft smile. “Can I join you guys?”

“Yes, yes! Come sit with us!” Haruto replied, almost immediately and almost too enthusiastically. Emi took a seat next to him and she exchanged polite greetings with everyone.

“Emi, just curious, how did you manage to bring Mr. Zen’in along? This is actually the first time he’s ever agreed to come join us for dinner and drinks.” Himari asked almost immediately and Emi’s cheeks were flushed a pale pink, surprised at her sudden question. You almost felt bad for Emi, watching her immediately getting put on the spot by your friend. Himari had always been the curious and nosy type, always needing some fresh gossip or anything to satiate her curiosity.

“I didn’t know about that,” she replied, laughing shyly before locking eyes with yours. “When I asked him while we were getting coffee, he agreed immediately. But now that Himari told me that, I’m just as surprised.”

“Also,” Emi said, “Y/N, are you going to come too?”

You nodded your head in response while you took a small sip from your water bottle.

“That’s great!” She clasped her hands together. “This would be both Y/N and Mr. Zen'in’s first time joining for dinner and drinks, then!”

You raised a brow at this. The way she put so much emphasis on you and your boss seemed a little uncanny – and you weren’t going to ignore the way she looked at you when she talked about him, either. You waved it off, though. Perhaps you were overthinking things and still felt somewhat cautious around the topic of your ex — if it was even right to be considered one, as embarrassing as that sounded.

After all, she was the flower of the office.

“Yeah, our Y/N’s been too much of a hard worker.” Haruto added before turning over to you, too. “I’m even surprised that you agreed. Imagine if you didn’t go – that would’ve been the third time this year.”

“She is someone that I look up to a lot,” Emi said briefly, giving you a soft smile. Not long after, she excused herself from the table. You silently watched her figure disappear the farther she walked. You glanced at the time on your phone and you sighed softly, you were going to have to return soon.

It was nearing seven in the evening when you arrived back at your apartment, immediately plopping down onto your couch and grabbing your phone. For several minutes, you boredly scrolled through your phone before you suddenly remembered what Ren had told you last night: “After work, when you get home, have some beer – and once you feel yourself getting drunk, use the app that I downloaded before you go to bed. Got it?”

After changing into your pajamas and bringing your can of beer with some pork cutlet along with some dessert, you plopped back down on the couch. Opening the app on the phone, you raised your brows at your phone being bombarded with pink hearts before revealing the introduction page.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚WELCOME TO HEARTCHAT˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ if you're looking for a little bit of spice, you have come to the right place! before proceeding with the app, please confirm your age and date of birth: [date]/[month]/[year]

You followed the instructions, and surprisingly, that was all it took for you finish making your profile — if it was even considered to be one. There was no name, no profile picture, or no biography asked. "Interesting," you muttered to yourself as you explored the app.

Not even a minute later, your phone pinged.

M 0524454: you married? proceed to chatroom? yes | no

Not even a hello? You decided to ignore the message, taking another sip out of the beer can. You turned the television on, watching a drama that Hirumi once recommended you while you ate your pork cutlet bowl. It wasn't until nearly twenty minutes that you received another text, and this time you could only stare at your screen in pure confusion and disbelief.

M 0497205: ntmy, hoay proceed to chat room? yes | no

"What the hell do those even mean?" You mumbled to yourself, staring at the screen with heavy eyelids as you declined the person's request. Looking at all those abbreviations were about to give you one hell of a headache, combined with the beer.

M 0529485: age? proceed to chatroom? yes | no

"Entertaining, my ass." You muttered as you pressed your cool palms against your flushed cheeks, swiftly declining the person's request to chat. At this point, you were beginning to question why Ren downloaded this app on your phone in the first place. There was nothing entertaining except for the confusing text abbreviations appearing on the screen.

Just as you were about to close the app and call it a night, your phone pinged once more.

M 0337411: Hello. proceed to chatroom? yes | no

'He speaks normally,' you thought to yourself, your finger hovering over the 'yes' option. 'If this person's not any good, I'll delete the app.'

F 0236113: Hello. M 0337411: Have you eaten dinner, yet?

'Oh, he's polite and formal too!' You grinned, and you got yourself more comfortable on the couch -- laying on your stomach as your feet dangled in the air. You took a bite out of your kikufuku, munching happily as you texted the stranger.

F 0236113: I just had some pork cutlet. What about you? M 0337411: That's funny. I also had pork cutlet for dinner. M 0337411: I'm eating kikufuku right now for dessert. F 0236113: No way. That's crazy because I'm also eating kikufuku. M 0337411: Imagine if we have the same flavour too F 0236113: Okay in three seconds we'll tell each other the flavour of our kikufuku F 0236113: Zunda and cream M 0337411: Zunda and cream M 0337411: It appears we have something in common.

You giggled a little, feeling your cheeks flush even more, unknowing if it was from the beer or from the excitement of clicking so quickly with a stranger -- or both.

F 0236113: Can I ask you something then? F 0236113: Which do you prefer: shoyu or tonkotsu ramen? M 0337411: Tonkotsu. F 0236113: I prefer tonkotsu, too. F 0236113: I promise i'm not copying you. M 0337411: Let me make sure. M 0337411: Do you like dorayaki or warabi mochi? F 0236113: Warabi mochi. Especially with the syrup! M 0337411: Ah, me too. The syrup makes everything better. M 0337411: I wasn't trying to copy you either. F 0236113: Would you consider yourself to be a sweets type of person? M 0337411: I'd consider myself one, yes. I mostly eat sweets because they stimulate my brain. F 0236113: I think sweets also gives me the same effects. They help especially when I’m working late. M 0337411: You sure you're not copying me this time? F 0236113: I'm not!! M 0337411: Hard boiled egg or soft boiled egg? F 0236113: Soft boiled M 0337411: Soft boiled F 0236113: Hot soba vs cold soba? M 0337411: Cold F 0236113: Cold!

You kicked your legs in the air, giggling. Who could've expected that you'd have so many things in common with a stranger. You continued to text the stranger for what it seemed like an hour, or two. Any remnants of fatigue from work had evaporated like water.

F 0236113: What else do you like? M 0337411: Can I say something a little strange then? F 0236113: Sure, what is it? The stranger didn't text right away, this time. It was silent on your end for almost two minutes. You were about to open your second can of beer until you heard your phone ping. M 0337411: I like phone sex. M 0337411: Do you want to try having phone sex with me?

You almost choked on your spit, staring at the screen with wide eyes. If your cheeks had gotten any more hotter, it definitely wouldn't have been caused by the beer at all. Phone sex. Has this man gone mad? Your stomach churned a little and you felt your heart rate steadily increasing. You could only stare at his response, completely flabbergasted. Was this was Ren meant by entertaining?

F 0236113: Sure, why not?

However, it wasn't like you hated it. You were unsure if the main source of your arousal was from the beer or simply from the excitement you felt towards engaging in such acts with a man whose face you've never seen -- let alone know their name. Nevertheless, you didn't want to miss this chance. It was thrilling.

His response was almost immediate, your phone ringing against the oak table -- the sound of the app's ringtone playing repeatedly as you slowly brought your phone to your ear and pressed 'answer'.

"Hello?" A deep, baritone voice filled the silence and you swore if your cheeks weren't burning hot before -- they definitely were now. His voice was definitely your type.

"H-Hello," you stammered, an immediate wave of shyness hitting you.

"Your voice," he began, "were you drinking?"

"How did you know?" You questioned him. Was it that obvious?

"You're stalling your words a little bit.” He commented before, a soft laugh leaving his lips soon after.

Stop. Even his laugh is sexy.

“I-Is that so?”

“Yeah,” he replied, “your voice sounds really good. It’s cute, too.”

'It's cute, too'

You felt your body heat up even more. Something about his voice made you feel like melting in a pool of your own heat -- perhaps it was the way he drags his voice, or perhaps it was because of how deep his voice is, or perhaps it was the way he sounded like he came out of a porno or drama CD -- and as much as you hated to admit it, it was so obvious that this stranger had reduced you into a horny and nervous mess.

"I like your voice too," you confessed.

"Oh? Is that right?"

"Yes."

You could hear the man chuckle a little before speaking again, "You'll hear much more of it very soon."

You blushed even more at his words. Was this man teasing you?

“Then, where are you right now?” He questioned.

“Um, I’m on my couch right now in the living room.” You replied back to the man.

“The couch is pretty boring, don’t you think?”

“What makes you say that? I personally think it’s pretty comfy.”

"I do too, but the space's pretty narrow for you to be thrashing around while I fuck you, no?”

“T-that’s true,” you stammer out. You were really going to melt right there and then.

“Let’s move to the bed, then.”

The moment you stood up from your couch, you thought you were going to fall right back down. You could practically hear your heart beating through your ears, growing louder and louder, as you neared the bedroom.

"Are you nervous?" The man questioned you.

"Just a little bit," you confessed, "I've never done this before."

"It'll be okay. Just give me the red light, and we'll stop. Sounds good?"

You hummed in response as you entered your room and plopped down your bed.

"I'm guessing you're on the bed now."

"Hm, that's right."

Your ears flushed red when you heard the man’s breath hitch in his throat.

“Well then, want to take your pants off?”

“Actually,” you giggle, “I’m not wearing pants right now.”

“Haah, fuck.” The man groaned from the opposite line. “You’re doing this on purpose, huh?”

“Why won’t you strip out of your shirt then, princess? Do it nice and slow for me.”

You placed your phone down on the nightstand, and you followed the man’s instructions; slow hands the hem of your shirt before you pulled it over your head — you were practically naked now, all that was left were your panties.

“Good girl,” he praised, his voice breathless.

“It’s your turn,” you said breathlessly, “to take off your shirt.”

“As you wish.”

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pressed it against your ear, you could faintly hear the man unbuttoning his shirt before it dropped down to the ground, and lewd thoughts immediately came rushing into your mind, the heat pooling between your legs becoming even more unbearable.

“Anything else you want me to do?”

“Take off your pants,” you ordered, your voice quiet.

You could hear shuffling on the other end once more, your imagination running wild as the sounds of the belt unbuckling and dropping to the floor resonated in your ear as if it was a mild echo. He must be tall, judging from how long it took off his clothes. You closed your eyes, imagining that you were there with him, watching as he stripped out of his clothes in front of you.

“I’m all naked now,” the man finally said.

A soft moan slipped past your lips almost immediately after he uttered those words, your hips involuntary bucked against the mattress.

“Does my voice turn you on?” He questions you in a teasing tone, but it was evident that he was just as affected as you were.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice breathless.

“Your voice is a huge turn on for me too,” said the man, “turns me on so much that I wanted to things like this the moment I heard your voice.”

How could he sound so composed? You attempted to stifle a small whine — his voice and your imaginations were driving your senses wild. Despite being all alone in your bedroom, you swore that you could feel strong hands trailing their way down your body, travelling lower and lower.

“Now then,” he began, “put your hand in your panties and softly rub your clit for me.”

With shaking hands, you followed his commands in concupiscent obedience, slipping your right hand into your panties and rubbing the sensitive bud with your pointer and middle finger.

“Mhhm, aah.” You were already breathless, despite it merely being the beginning. You could hear the faint noises of the male jerking off in the other line, his soft groans were music to your ears.

“I need more,” you panted, “I wan’ more.”

“Take off your panties, then, and continue rubbing that pretty pussy of yours with more pressure.”

The speed you took your panties off was almost embarrassing, knowing that a stranger — whose name and whose face you’ve never seen before — managed to reduce you into a desperate mess with just his voice. Plopping your back down on the bed, you spread your legs wide as your hand slowly returned to the sensitive bud.

Your soft moans of wanton filled the room, only getting louder from hearing the man groan. You imagined him on top of you, his breath hot in your ear — as he rubs your clit greedily with his large hands. You could feel your body growing lighter the more you continued with the assault on your clit. The pressure in your abdomen continued to build up, and your moans were raising in volume — sounding more lewder. You were getting closer to your orgasm, the sounds of the stranger playing with his cock along with his soft groans were itching you closer and closer to your release.

“I-I’m so close,” you let out a small whimper, bucking your hips desperately against your hand.

“Put your two fingers in,” the stranger said, almost in a pleading tone, “make yourself come like that, sweet girl. Imagine it’s me stretching that tiny hole of yours.”

You complied, inserting two fingers into your sopping wet cunt, sucking them in almost immediately. The wet sound of your pussy taking your fingers in made the man moan almost immediately.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me, huh?”

You could only moan in response, your hips thrusting into your hands, trying to reach deeper.

“Go faster.”

You listened to him and you picked up the pace, the pressure building up in your abdomen steadily increasing the closer you got to your orgasm. The sounds of your sopping cunt filled the room, together with the sounds of your needy moans and whimpers as you went faster and faster. In your pornographic imagination, his large fingers replaced yours — toying with your hole as his other hand played with your nipple. “Mhhm,” you arched your back, “I’m so so close, please—Ah!”

“Keep going princess, and don’t you dare stop.”

As if his words had cast a spell on you, your pace increased and your moans gotten even louder. Your imagination getting more and more vivid by the second.

"I'm cumming -- I'm cumming!" you babbled out, crying out in a desperate moan as you arched your back, letting your orgasm wash over you.

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” the man groaned out, and you replied with a soft laugh through your heavy breathing.

“I’m so close,” he spoke through heavy breaths, “get on your knees and raise your ass up for me.”

You followed his words, adjusting your position on the soft mattress so that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass high up in the air. You could feel warm hands travelling down your back and up to your breast -- Fuck, you were sensitive all over.

"Oh, how I'd love to fuck you like this." He said, chuckling lowly as he breathed heavily. "Make yourself cum for me, again. Think about my cock fucking your pussy."

You moan at his lewd words, your hips bucking up as you entered your two fingers back into your sopping hole. Your fingers weren't enough to stretch you out. You wanted more. You needed more. Your hips thrusted back against your fingers, hungry for more friction. Scenarios of the stranger fucking you played in your mind like it was a porno movie, you could imagine his nails gripping into your hips, his cock reducing you into a dumb mess.

"Ahh-- Fuckk.. By the way you're moaning right now, I can tell that you're close to coming. I-I'm getting close too -- Ah. Let's cum together. Tell me when you're cumming, please."

There was a certain strain in the stranger’s voice as his pace on his cock quickened, his voice breathy and low as he muttered a jumble of praises. At this point, you felt yourself growing even more lightheaded while another moan leaves your drooling lips.

“I’m gonna cum,” you told the man in a breathless whimper, and you could hear the sound of fapping quickening in response to your words.

“Cum for me.”

And just like that, your mind went completely blank as you came in your hand. A muffled moan escaped your lips, your face pressed into the pillows.

The man lets out the most sexiest moan soon after, almost whimpering as he rode out his orgasm.

There was a minute of silence between you both, shaky breaths filling the room as you both attempted to control it. You rolled onto your back, staring at your hand which was drenched in your juices.

“How do you feel?” He later broke the silence, and you let out a soft laugh. “Really good,” you told him, “I enjoyed it a lot.”

“That’s good, I really liked it too.”

“You know,” you began, “you talk super differently on call compared to how you text.”

“Oh? You don’t like it? I thought you liked it.”

“I-I never said I didn’t like it!” You retorted. “It was just an honest observation.”

“Anyway,” you continued, “I’ve got to go now, it’s getting late now and I have work tomorrow…”

“Alright then,” replied the man, “but can we call again?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

It was a new day with same, old, usual routine. Groggily getting up from your bed as the sounds of the alarm blaring from your phone resonates athwart your bedroom. As if your body was set into auto-pilot, the rest of the early morning spent preparing for work turned into a blur, and it wasn't until now--while commuting to work--that you could feel your phone vibrating in your hand.

M 0337411: Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Oh.

Memories from last night suddenly came rushing in, and you never wanted anything more than to crawl into a hole and stay there, and rot for the rest of eternity. A warm incarnadine flush returns to your cheeks as you recollect the events that passed, the sheer embarrassment washing over you; the images of you -- evidently drunk, horny, and naked on your bed--engaging with such dirty acts with a stranger over the phone. A stranger.

It took almost everything in you to not scream in embarrassment in the bus, your palms lightly smacking your cheeks in hopes you'd cool off the heat in your cheeks. You were for sure going to melt.

Moments later, you found yourself staring at the tall glass building before you in a complete daze. All of a sudden, you didn’t really feel the need to work.

The rest of the morning was spent with staring mindlessly at the computer screen, restless fingers tapping on your desk. The computer was taking its sweet time connecting to the office printer, the ‘retry’ window popping up for the three tries you had attempted. Sighing softly, you slumped your back against your seat as you turned over to Ren, who busied herself with (discretely) playing solitaire on the computer.

Silently, you wondered how she’d react if you told her what had happened last night.

You switched your gaze back to your stubborn computer, eyes glaring into the bright screen — daring it to try defying you, one more time. With focused eyes, you watch as your computer slowly connects with the printer; silently praying that a ‘retry’ window wouldn’t appear this time.

Printer connected. 1 out 8 documents printing…

You clicked your tongue, the corners of your lips curling up into a small triumphant grin. It was about damn time. The weight on the plush of the chair was lifted once you stood up from your desk, adjusting the hem of your skirt as you made your way to the printer athwart the office. You lean your back slightly against the table, and you open your phone to pass time.

F 0236113: Good morning. I’m sorry I didn’t reply right away, I was caught up with work. How are you now? M 0337411: I'm so sleepy. I can't stop thinking about last night. F 0236113: Last night? M 0337411: Don't tell me you forgot... You're despicable

You attempt to stifle a giggle at the man's texts, your hand covering your mouth in an effort (though, it was in vain) to hide the huge grin growing on your face. You knew very well about stranger danger, but for some odd reason, whenever you open your phone, you always --somehow-- get gravitated towards him. Of course, you had your cautions, but if you told Ren that this app wasn't at the least amusing, you'd certainly be a whole ass liar.

F 0236113: I'm kidding. How can I ever forget that? M 0337411: Of course you can't. Care to remind me who said that my voice turned her on last night? F 0236113: ...Who's the despicable one, now? M 0337411: You're not denying it.

Shaking your head in amusement, you stuffed your phone back inside the pocket of your blazer and you grabbed the finished documents out of the machine, and organizing the sheets of paper with one hand while reaching out for the nearest stapler in the other. As much as you were enjoying your silence, it wasn't long before it had to be interrupted. In your peripheral vision, you could make out someone's hand placing a cup of coffee on the table, and your gaze snapped over to a familiar blond male -- his sharp eyes making it much easier to identify the man. You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, and you feigned a smile towards your boss.

"You've been working extra hard these days, Y/N." said Naoya. "Here, I got you one of your favourites."

"Thank you, Mr. Zen'in." You thanked the male as you grabbed the cup, it was your one of your favourites -- one that he'd always get you. "I was just about to hand you these documents."

You handed your boss the finished documents, ready to excuse yourself back to your desk.

"Hold on," Naoya said, "we still have some things to discuss."

What’s even there to discuss? You scoffed in your mind. Beyond a doubt, there was the slightest bit of hesitance into making your decision — however, you were more curious than you were cautious or nervous at this point.

"Okay," you said, smiling softly at the man. "What is it that you want to talk about, hm?"

Your soft words were laced with some form of venom, your eyes staring at the man expectantly.

"We can talk about it in my office," said Naoya before muttering, "follow me."

You followed Naoya compliantly, however, you couldn't ignore the unbearable tension filling the air between the both of you. To be completely honest, you were beginning to regret even agreeing to follow him. Even if he had many things to discuss with you, what exactly could you reply to him with? Should you just stare at him and smile? Whilst rehearsing lines of excuses in your mind, you found yourself in his office, already seated on the sofa across from him.

"You moved on quite quickly," was the first thing Naoya uttered, breaking the awkward silence that had befallen you. "You already talking to someone new?"

"I honestly thought that our conversation would be work-related, was my judgement wrong? Besides, whether or not I moved on shouldn't be a concern to you." You replied, your usual (fake) soft tone now replaced with a certain sternness.

Naoya clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. The usual friendly, charismatic facade that he had always kept on eventually melted off -- his imperturable expression now plastered across his face. He raised an eyebrow towards you, his gaze locked onto yours with such intensity -- at first glance, anyone could've easily mistaken it as some ardent desire

"Is there anything else that you want to tell me?" You questioned him. "If not, I can just leave."

"You know, many days were spent with me wondering what went wrong between us to make you leave." He said before standing up from his couch, inching his way towards you. This ignorant fool. How could he act so stupid, unknowing of what caused the downfall of your relationship. He lowered himself, his eyes meeting your evidently vexed gaze.

"I missed you," he confessed, and you lightly scoffed at his words.

"Naoya," you said his name, your voice harsh, "everything was what went wrong in this relationship. You're my boss. There was no hope for the both of us -- I was practically invisible to you unless you needed something from me. Tell me this, Naoya, do you really mean it when you say you miss me? Or do you miss the woman that was easily wrapped around your finger?"

Naoya stared at you, shocked at your words before his lips curled up into a small smirk. A small chuckle left his lips, laced with contempt. “Now, what are you trying to say, Y/N?”

“What I’m saying is, Mr. Zen’in, don’t spout shit you obviously don’t mean. Besides, I know about you and Emi.”

Emi was genuinely a wild guess, but you obviously had your suspicions with how easily he’d get swayed by her, and how fixated she was on the mere topic of the Zen’in heir, as well as how you noticed how close they’d been getting prior to the breakup — but his reaction told you everything you needed to know and you chuckled quietly.

Naoya’s facial expressions dropped, it was almost cold. You knew all too well that this man had a knack for control, but that gave you even more of a reason to not waver underneath his cold gaze. You knew, coming into his office, that you were going to have to play quite a difficult game with this man. You had already grown a skin of steel (at least you hope you did) from the constant gaslighting you had to endure from him.

"Y/N," he said your name sternly, "what the hell are you even saying right now? That doesn't make any sense--"

"--I have nothing left to say towards you, Naoya." You said while smiling apathetically at the blond male, who seemed visibly displeased at your words. "Were you not even curious as to where I might've went this past week?"

No, not really. Over the course of time chasing after this man's love and affection, you soon realized that trying to save a relationship with a man who wouldn't even bother with you was straight up pointless. Over the course of time chasing after this man's love and affection, you realized that you no longer wanted to be concerned with him.

You heaved a sigh, shaking your head as you stood up from the sofa, making your way towards the door.

"I'll take my leave now, talking about this will only bring us nowhere. I suggest we continue acting like nothing happened between us -- work will be easier for you that way.”

The Zen'in heir opened his mouth to retort, but no words could come out of his throat. He was a man who had grown accustomed to getting things his way throughout his twenty seven years of living, and to say that a mere employee could cast such an effect on him--there were many phrases that were forming in his mind, but he relented, once again.

Once again, he watched your figure getting farther away from the sofa, your hand reaching out of the door.

There was no way in hell that you’d allow to cross paths with him, or any man like him. Your relationship with him was awfully hot and cold — one day, he’d invite you to a hotel room under a false name, and shower you in his so called ‘love’, and the next day he’d treat you like you had never existed, flirting with all the other women who worked higher up in the hierarchy all the whilst giving you false reassurances. However, you knew far too well that your status could never satiate the man’s hunger for climbing up in the social ladder. All the fake love he gave you, and all the time and energy wasted on him — no matter what he chose to do next, for sure wouldn’t affect you.

You attempted to hide your shaky breaths. You had bursted out like that -- not only towards your ex-boyfriend, but your boss. With slightly trembling hands, you twist the knob open, ready to dart out of the office and make a beeline towards the exit.

The door swung open, and rather than leaving immediately, you found yourself frozen in the doorway as you stare into bright, cerulean eyes with your watery ones.

"Oh? Am I interrupting something?"

Your eyes widened. That voice -- his voice. Perhaps you were just overthinking, but it sounded all too familiar. No, you had to be overthinking. His ivory locks framed his pale face, his business formal attire adorning his tall, lean frame — his features, in general, were a literal godsend. He appeared incredibly rich and powerful, much like your boss, the Zen'in Naoya -- if not, maybe even more. You mentally smacked yourself, how could you possibly make such baseless assumptions towards a man you had just seen.

"Gojo Satoru," Naoya said, his voice laced with obvious annoyance. "You should've texted me that you were arriving earlier than usual.”

Almost immediately, you moved out of the way, sending the tall man a small smile of acknowledgement as he entered the room. The white-haired male leaned against the wall beside you, rather than getting himself comfortable on the exorbitant-priced furniture.

“Sorry, sorry,” the man whose name was Satoru apologized weakly; his tone almost apathetic, “my flight arrived way earlier, and I was bored, so why not pass some time?”

The blond male tutted in response, shaking his head towards Satoru before darting his gaze over to you, whom in which made a discrete attempt to escape his office. “L/N,” Naoya called out your last name, his lips curled into a grin, “do you have time to show Gojo around the building?”

It was evident that Naoya wanted nothing to do with his guest, it was all plastered across his face.

Why couldn’t he do it himself? Why couldn't he call his secretary himself? You pondered to yourself as you returned the plastic smile, hoping that Naoya could see the vein that popped on your temple. You weren't in the mood to retaliate any longer, though. If this meant that you could leave his office, then it was fine.

"Yeah, of course." You switched your attention to the taller male, "Is there anywhere in the building that you haven’t seen yet?”

Gojo stared at you, almost surprised, for a moment before grinning. There was something in his gaze that made you want to shrivel up into a ball. As much as you wished to deny these intrusive thoughts that were lingering in the back of your mind, there was simply no way that he could be the stranger that you spoke to. However, the way he spoke — his pronunciation, his tone, the way he dragged his words, his voice — it was all too similar.

“Let’s get out of this office first, and then I’ll tell you.” Gojo said, smirking before shifting his gaze towards the glaring Zen’in.

The walk down the hallway was dreadfully silent. For a man like him who was verbose from the past minute, he was almost silent as you both headed for the elevator. “Mr. Gojo,” you said, breaking the silence, “is this your first time in the building?”

“Yeah,” he replied almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for you to speak. “By the way, your name is L/N…?”

“Y/N,” you finished, your pointer finger pressed firmly against the ‘up’ button. Then started the waiting game.

“Oh, Y/N.” Gojo repeated your name, his lips curling up into a small grin. “You know, you sound awfully familiar for someone that I’ve just met.”

“That’s interesting,” you said, your voice suddenly going quiet underneath his cerulean gaze. This awkwardness and tension lingering in the air was going to be the cause of your demise, you swore to yourself.

“Ahem—I suppose you don’t know where the meeting will be held later,” you said quickly, your voice getting higher in pitch, “there’s this huge conference room on the tenth floor, I’ll lead you to it.”

“No need to be so tense,” Gojo laughed, “I promise I don’t bite. So, speak normally with me, like how you would with a friend.”

You bit the inside of your cheek at his words, if someone found you speaking informally to someone as high up in the business hierarchy like him, they would definitely get the wrong idea, and the possibilities of rumours spreading in the office were high. Rumours were always a pain in the ass to deal with, so you really didn’t want to risk it.

“I still have to be careful, Mr. Gojo.” You smiled at the male. “It wouldn’t be a good look for me if I’m seen being informal towards you inside the building.”

“Will you be less tense with me if we talk outside the building, then?”

“I-I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, Mr. Gojo.”

The ding! coming from the elevator instantly broke you out of your thoughts, rushing into the empty space while uttering a quiet, “Come in,” towards the business man.

You stood across from Gojo, your eyes darting across the space — looking at anything, just anything besides him. You crossed your arms close to your chest, almost as if it could give you extra warmth aside from your blazer. Despite after crossing paths with him, you could already tell that Gojo Satoru was an unpredictable man. It was killing you.

You snapped your gaze towards the little screen above the sliding door, watching as the number slowly increased while the elevator lifted higher and higher. Six more floors to go.

“Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me making a phone call.” Gojo singsang, pulling out his phone out of the pocket of his trousers.

“Go ahead,” you muttered out, sparing the man a quick smile before your attention returned to the screen above the elevator door. Three more floors to go.

Just as you were about to relax, closing your eyes while waiting for the elevator to reach the tenth floor — you felt your phone violently vibrate inside your pocket, and shortly after, the HeartChat app ringtone echoed in the silent space. You felt your sweat running cold, as you rushed to get your phone out. Glancing up at the white haired male, you realized he had been staring at you the whole time with the phone in his hand, amused.

M 0337411 is calling… [accept | decline ]

All those intrusive thoughts that you tried so hard to ignore were right, after all.

You were simply going to die of embarrassment.

“What a coincidence. So, I was right after all. As soon as I heard your cute voice I automatically knew it was you.”

Everything was literally thrown at you today—first, having to deal with your ex (who wasn’t aware with what he did wrong) and second, being put into the corner of the elevator with Gojo Satoru, as known as the stranger you had phone sex with. You didn’t have a mirror with you to know what kind of expression you were making in that moment, but you for sure felt an overwhelming surge of mortification. Out of all days, it had to be the day after — when the memories of last night were still fresh in your mind. Out of all people, it had to be Gojo Satoru, the new man in the building.

“And given your reaction,” Gojo said, gently tilting your chin to meet his eyes; a hint of amusement present in his gaze, “you also recognize me.”

You swore you were going to melt, not only from embarrassment but, as ashamed as you were to admit it, him — it was even more embarrassing as you had grown aware of the wetness between your legs accumulating, only hidden by your black pencil skirt. Gojo Satoru, he truly was a sight to behold given his godsend features and his voice. The arousal that you had tried to suppress from last night slowly returns -- all those lewd thoughts you had about the stranger, and he was there -- within your reach.

“Not here,” you whispered, lightly smacking the man’s hand of your face. The look of chagrin was plastered all across your face, your cheeks stained with a bright incarnadine hue and your eyes darting away from his. He found it utterly adorable. “The door’s going to open any moment now.”

Right as you said that, the door opened—and thank god there was no one waiting on the other side of the door. There would simply be zero explanation that would be able to save you — his body was close to yours as you were nearly pressed in the corner of the elevator and hot, unbearable tension flooded the thick air.

“A-Anyways,” you stammered out, rushing out of the confines of the elevator, “to the conference room, it’s uh— this way. If you’ll follow me…”

Gojo followed suit, walking in a languid pace as he watched you speed-walk down the hall before stopping in front of a large opaque grey double door You pushed it open, signalling the man to enter.

Shortly after, you entered the room. “To be honest, I never stepped foot inside this room before—until today, that is.”

You traced the tips of your fingers along the sides of the large wooden table, your eyes scanning your surroundings. It actually looked really nice and clean. It was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes, too.

“Are you here for a business project with Mr. Zen’in?”

“I suppose you can say that, but I’m mainly here to speak with Zen’in Naobito .”

“Ah, the CEO then.”

“That’s correct.”

Then returned the silence, as well as the growing tension in the air. Just you were about to turn around and open the door, a strong hand stops you in your tracks. “Wait,” Gojo grabbed your attention, pulling you closer so you could face him.

You frantically glanced toward the door, afraid that someone could walk in.

The tension between the both of you was so strong, anyone could've cut it down with a knife, but there'd still be some struggle to it. You could barely breath; the air between the both of you felt warm, and only increased in temperature the longer you stayed in the room.

“This room will be empty for hour and a half before they arrive and start the meeting,” he assured you before leaning his face closer to your ear, his breath hot as he continued to speak. "Besides I still couldn't help, but think about last night. Does last night still play fresh in your mind?"

Oh, Lord. You swallowed your saliva, the warmth in your cheeks quickly returning as you stared at Gojo with a flustered expression plastered all across your face. He pulled you closer, and you didn't fight against it; the pleasant smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, you could grow addicted to it.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it all," you replied, your voice quiet.

That was enough of an answer for him. "Good," he said, grinning.

You couldn't ignore the utter lack of distance between both your bodies; your chest pressed against his with his one arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand caressing your chin -- tilting your head slightly while he silently examined your lips. You also took this as a chance to stare at his features up close, and you were right when you told yourself that he was blessed by the gods and your eyes lingered to his lips; they looked so soft, it almost made you wonder what it'd feel and taste like. You didn't want him to go.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked you, however, there was something in his azure eyes that begged you to tell him to keep going -- there was a certain desperation to it. You looked at Gojo with a pleading gaze, however you also appeared to be dazed by his baritone voice, your lips trailing down to his lips.

"Kiss me," you told him, your voice dripping with arousal.

There was a stifled groan coming from the man before he pulled your face to his, his lips devouring yours. His lips tasted of honey, sweet and addicting; his hand pressed strongly against the small of your back as he walked you against the table. Large hands played with the hem of your skirt while you softly moaned in his mouth, your hands playing with the soft cushion of his ivory locks.

All rational thoughts had slipped out of your mind like butter, and all that took over was the pent up sexual desire and pure arousal.

You both briefly pulled away, a string of saliva was connected from both your lips.

“What if someone walks in on us?” You questioned the male, your voice nearly breathless.

“Don’t worry, sweets. The doors are locked, and room’s soundproof too.” Gojo replied, his hands slowly caressing up your skirt, “I’m surprised that no one hid the remote, too.”

"And fuck, have you seen yourself in the mirror? It's almost like you're begging to be fucked by me." He said, relishing the sight of your flushed face with your eyes staring up at him in wanton, as well as your cleavage firmly pressed pressed against his chest; the first few buttons had already gotten undone, revealing your black lace bra.

You briefly remembered telling him about how he sounded so different compared from how he texted when you first called him, and now that you were face to face with him — you soon came to realize that whatever words he spat out of his mouth were nothing but prurient, with you at least.

“Dirty girl, we just met and you’re already giving me that look. We’re in the conference room, too.” Gojo continued to tease, the tip of his finger playing with the waistband of your panties.

“It’s your fault,” you bit back playfully, “I bet you’ve kissed many women to be that good at kissing.”

Gojo immediately laughed at your response, “I’m honoured, but this is actually my first.”

“T-That's bullshit,” you said, surprised. “there’s no way that this is your first—Ah!”

Your own words got cut off by a surprised gasp, your head thrown back as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. He had pushed the slick fabric aside, and he easily eased a large finger inside your heat. Fuck. His fingers were far more better than you could’ve ever imagined — they were slender, yet girthy. His one finger could stretch you out more than your own two fingers could. Gojo eased his middle finger inside and fuck, was he about to cum by the way your pussy greedily took him in.

“Holy shit, sweets. So fucking wet that my fingers just keep getting sucked back in.” He said through gritted teeth, a hoarse chuckle slipping past his throat.

You tried to muffle your moans, covering your trembling mouth with both your hands as you succumbed to the pleasure that this man was giving you. You, for sure, had gone crazy — crazy to the max. Just earlier you were worried about getting caught being informal with him, but here you were, getting your pussy fingered by him in the conference room. Not only that, that man currently working his fingers into you, Satoru Gojo, was the stranger you had phone sex with last night. You were absolutely insane.

His pace quickened -- it was almost merciless, his thumb eventually joining into the mix to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves; the sounds of your drenched pussy being absolutely ravished by his filled the room, along with your muffled whimpers. With his empty hand, he grabbed both your hands and held them in a vice grip, dragging them away from your lips. "Hearing you moan in person is so fucking hot. I want to hear more."

And if he wasn’t rough with his fingers before, he definitely was now; desperately trying to draw all sorts of sounds from you — from the squelch of your wet pussy to your pretty moans, he wanted more. You, however, were completely writhing underneath his grip; your body sensitive from how well he was treating your needy hole. You could feel yourself coming close, the taste of orgasm was merely on the tip of your tongue, and all you could think about was how well his fingers were stretching you out. It wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, and Gojo curled his fingers — making contact with the rough, spongy skin that made your toes curl. You arched your back, pressing your body closer to his — moaning his last name softly as you rode out your first orgasm. Gojo groaned along with you, muttering a line of praises as he slowly pushed his fingers in and out, relishing the aftermath of your release; coated with your juices.

Gojo’s patience was already thin, as you could say, it was treading on thin ice.

"Fuuck, you're so hot -- you're gonna make me cum, I swear." rasped Gojo, his breath hot on your ear. He pressed lingering kisses across your neck while his hands traveled to your clothed breasts, giving them a light squeeze, "I just want to eat you up."

With how seductive his voice sounded, you were convinced that you were going to cum for the second time; right there, and then.

With one swift movement, he pulled your skirt down (along with your drenched underwear), threw the thin pieces of fabric at his side and got himself levelled with your pussy, now all bare for him to savour. His mouth watered at the sight; he could see how your hole pulsed, needing something to fill it back in. God, he needed to fuck you.

“You feeling shy now, hm?” Gojo teased, his eyes snapped over to your flustered ones.

You’ve never felt so exposed before, your legs spread wide apart as you leaned further back against the table— you were completely under the mercy of this man, and it only made you further aroused as a result. Something about doing something so lewd in the conference room, at your workplace, let alone with a stranger as handsome as he was — you’ve never felt so thrilled. You were probably going to smack yourself later for being so reckless and irresponsible, but right here at this moment, you were going to savour every sensation; his touch, his taste, his voice, everything.

Without ever breaking eye contact with you, he licked a long stripe of saliva over your already drenched folds and your hips automatically bucked up at the pleasure. He watched as you writhed underneath his touch, a shuddering breath leaving your swollen lips. You were truly a sight to behold, and if it weren’t for the location, he would’ve had you completely naked for him. Thoughts of you never ceased to part from his mind, from hearing your voice to mere imaginations of fucking you senseless. Needless to say, his imaginations could never ever compare to what was unfolding before him.

He let out a satisfied hum against your folds, emitting light vibrations through your veins, just before he dug his face deeper in between your legs -- it was almost as if this man was starved; his tongue and lips greedily sucking onto your clit, twirling the sensitive bud around with the tip of his tongue. You shivered against his touch, "G-Gojo--Fuck."

"Satoru," Gojo corrected you for a moment before returning to his ministrations, "wanna hear you say my name."

This time, he stuck his tongue inside your pussy -- his finger returning to rub on your clit.

"Satoru," you moaned his name, "fuck, that feels so good."

Gojo moaned into your pussy in response, his actions only getting more messier and more carnal the more he tasted you -- he was getting drunk from the mere taste of you.

It wasn't long before you felt your impending release, the second one at that, and you gripped your fingers tightly around Satoru's ivory locks, muttering out a line of curses and 'i'mcoming'imcomingi'mcoming--' as your body shook around his head.

"Good girl. Good fucking girl." You heard Satoru mumble out praises as he lapped up all your juices, relishing in the sweet scent and taste of pure arousal that dripped down his cerise lips. “You taste so fucking delicious, I was seriously about to cum.”

“Fuck,” he hissed to himself, and you could hear the sounds of his belt unclasping — dropping to the floor. He was growing even more needy for you, and his horniness level had honestly gone through the fucking roof at this point. All he wanted to do now was to fuck you senseless.

"Satoru," you muttered his name, voice laced with pure desire, "want you to put it in already."

“There’s no way I won’t fuck your pussy today,” replied Gojo, discarding his undergarment, and almost immediately, his erect cock sprung up and your mouth began to water at the girth and length. Just how was that going to fit inside you?

Your reaction didn't go by unnoticed by the ivory-haired male, and his voice got a little gentle. He rubbed his cock against your slick folds, and you both shuddered at the sensation. "You'll be okay, just relax. You can do that for me, yeah?"

"Mhm," you nodded your head, almost a bit too frantically. Given the limited amount of time that you both had, you needed him inside now.

"Take a deep breath for me, 'kay?"

You complied to his words, closing your eyes as you inhaled deeply -- however, you nearly choked on your spit when only his tip entered. Satoru constantly gave you gentle reassurances; gently rubbing the sides of your hips, all while he pushed himself deeper into your walls. There was simply no way this was his first time, you thought to yourself silently -- but all your thoughts instantly turned into mush once he hit the hilt; his tip meeting your cervix. You moaned his name, your eyes slightly rolling back at the immense pleasure the man had been drowning you in.

Satoru groaned at the delightful sensation before chuckling through strained breaths, "See, it wasn't so hard."

He gave you a brief moment to recollect yourself, three seconds in fact, before he began to roll his hips against yours; pulling his cock back until the tip was barely inside, and he plunged back in. He did all this at an almost rapid pace, making your whole entire body turn into jelly.

"Look at your pussy, sucking me in so greedily when I just started to fuck you. Dirty girl." He rasped, his lips curled up into a grin and his gaze laserfocused on how your pussy was connected to him. It was taking everything in him not to cum right away, let alone cum inside you -- but the sensations of your walls clamping tightly around his shaft was making it difficult to think straight.

He kept up with the relentless pace, relishing in the sweet sounds your wet pussy was making while he fucked you as well as your moans.

He could feel you tightening around even more around him, as if your pussy was trying to milk him dry. The pace of his thrusts began to stagger, and he could feel himself getting closer to his release, however, rather than keeping up with his pace, he slowed down. You snapped your gaze to the Satoru, confused.

"Don't worry princess, I just want to try something new right now."

Just as you were about to question him on what exactly he was planning to do, you gasped in surprise when he lifted you up from the table with ease; your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as he aligned your pussy with his cock, and steadily, he dropped you down on his length. You both moaned in tandem at the sensation. He watched your face intently, how it scrunched together in immense pleasure, your mouth slightly agape as your lips spilled out a myriad of moans while he lifted you and dropped you on his cock at a steady rhythm.

"Ohfuckohfuck--'Toru, you're so deep." You whimpered, stuffing your head into the crook of his shoulders while he continued to plunge into you. His grip on your ass tightened as he began to pick up the pace, and your moans were continuously broken down each time he thrusted his cock into you. He was relentless, and he was already obsessed with how you clamped down so tightly around him. He could honestly never get enough of it -- of you. And, how he loved watching you getting dumb over his cock, hearing you jumble nonsense all while telling him how badly you needed his cock had definitely done a number on him.

The tightening coil sensation that reverberated in the depths of your stomach returned once more the longer the man had pleasured you and you dug your nails deeper into the man's shoulders. "I'm gonna cum, fuck Satoru, I'm so close...!"

"Fucking cum on my cock," Gojo ordered you, his voice was almost pleading, and he kept up the pace, squeezing his eyes tightly and groaning at how tight your walls were squeezing him. You let out a cry, arching your back and curling your toes, as you came around his cock; your juices creaming around his shaft. He gently brought you back down to the floor, but held the small of your back immediately when he noticed that you were about to lose your balance.

Cumming inside you could wait for another day, he thought to himself as he desperately rubbed his hand on his cock, his lips immediately diving into yours for a passionate kiss. Soft groans left his rose-tinted lips as he melded his mouth with yours. He could feel his abdomen growing tighter, his legs getting weaker, and his mind getting blank. With a deep, strained moan slipping past the man's throat, he painted your thighs white with his seed.

Heavy breaths filled the room, and then came the soft chuckles.

“I’d like to say we’re really compatible,” said Gojo, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before languidly pulling a handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers; cleaning the mess he had made on your skin. “Don’t you agree, Y/N?”

You were far too dazed to comprehend most of the words that spilled from Gojo’s mouth, so you chose to nod your head in response to the man’s question. Gojo was quite the gentleman, upon realizing that your legs still felt weak and wobbled, he immediately took action — helping you slide your skirt back on while stuffing your drenched panties in his trousers (to which you gave him a light smack on the shoulder, but he didn’t mind honestly), buttoned your shirt back up, and helped put your blazer back on; he did all that while muttering sweet praises in your ear, almost tickling the skin. Your hair was still a mess, though, and your lips still appeared to be swollen. Gojo ran his fingers through your locks, making a pathetic attempt at fixing your hair. At least he tried, though. He shortly fixed his appearance after; all he did was clasp his belt back on, fix his attire, and ruffle his ivory locks — all within a minute.

“We still have fourty-five minutes left to spare.” Satoru said, staring at his phone screen before he shoved it back inside his pocket (not where your panties are, though). “We should head out now before someone tries to get in.”

“You’re a liar,” you said weakly, your voice almost breathless, “there’s no way that this is your first.”

Satoru chuckled, “Again, I’m honoured, but you’re my first.”

He grabbed the tiny remote and pressed the button, thus unlocking the double-doors. You didn’t really feel the need to ask him why he seemed so familiar with the conference room as you were heavily fixated on his face; his cerulean eyes gazing into yours, a bright smile painted on his pale visage.

“Let me take you out sometime,” Gojo blurted out. “You’re totally my type, and I want us to get to know each other better.”

“And how do I know that you don’t say that to other women using that app?”

“You were the first and only one I texted on the app,” Gojo replied, “and we are alike in so many aspects — especially our compatibility in sex.“

You rolled your eyes jokingly, before smiling at the male. “Okay then, I accept your offer. You know, you’re also my type.”

“And,” Gojo added, “we both get turned on by each other’s voices.”

“Let’s go,” you shrugged off the chuckling male, opening the double-door. Fortunately enough, there was no one present in the halls and there was still plenty of time before the meeting took place.

“Mr. Gojo,” you spoke to him formally, however there was a tint of teasing in your voice as his name spilled out of your lips like honey. “Anywhere else you’d like to go?”

“You. Me. My place, or yours.”

“You— I’m talking about if there’s anything else you’re not familiar with in the building.” You whispered harshly. “And, watch your volume!”

It had been a week since your last tryst with the Gojo Satoru, and needless to say, talking to him was a breath of fresh air. HeartChat switched over to SMS and there came the video calls. Even as promised, he brought you out to his favourite restaurants and cafés. Over the course of those past few days, you learned many things about the handsome man (aka god’s favourite), and he learned many things about you. For starters:

He was the chief executive officer of GOJO Tech, he was once the heir, but it wasn’t too long before his father decided to give him the role at the age of 24 (he’s now 28), and since then, business had been booming for the Gojo clan.

His relationship with the Gojo clan wasn’t the best — despite him being the new head of the clan and CEO, some members constantly preying on his demise. He didn’t really care, though.

He hated the taste of alcohol — he absolutely despised it. He drank it once during a party and immediately “chased” it with a mouthful of strawberry cake. You later questioned him if he really knew what a chaser was.

His first time having phone sex was with you, he tried acting confident since it also was your first.

He was basically good at everything he did—everything that would normally be strenuous or difficult would always appear to be easy on him.

Nevertheless, there were some things that remained unchanged, and that was the phone sex that you both subconsciously agreed to do nightly, as if it was some sort of promise.

You weren’t going to lie, but you nearly forgot about the drinking party with your colleagues — once you remembered, you immediately invited Gojo to accompany you (it was also at that moment where you remembered that he didn’t drink alcohol). Surprisingly, he agreed to come along, and even offered to give you a ride there.

So there you were in the restaurant, seated near the end of the table with Gojo beside you while the rest of your colleagues chattered loudly, it was awfully obvious that there had been alcohol in their system. You had already downed a glass of beer, and you could feel your stomach and cheeks steadily growing warmer. You turned over to Gojo, who busied himself in devouring all the food, even ordering for several new plates whilst your colleagues cheered on for him in a drunken haste. You had almost forgotten point number 6 — Not only was Gojo Satoru a dessert fanatic, he was also a huge foodie.

Emi made her way towards the end of table, where you and Gojo were seated; bottle of beer and sake in her hands. There was absolutely no denying how attractive she was, her eyes appeared innocent yet they relayed something far more different.

“I’m surprised that Mr. Gojo came along,” Emi began, smiling softly as gave the man beside you a playful stare; swiftly ignoring your presence. “I’ve heard that you’ve been incredibly busy these days. So, I’m glad. Do you mind if I pour you a drink?”

“Nah, it’s alright. I don’t drink those kind of stuff.” Gojo waved her off, sparing her a quick and friendly smile.

“Oh! By the way, did you and Y/N arrive together? I never expected you two to be so close, especially at work, considering how you just arrived here less than a week ago.” questioned Emi, tilting her head to one side while staring at him, feigning innocence. This irked you a little, as you could never tell what she was thinking behind those shy and innocent eyes of hers.

“I wonder how that could be,” she trailed off even further, her voice was loud enough so that a couple of colleagues could hear — loud enough for Zen’in Naoya to hear.

Flower of the office, my ass.

You could even feel your ex glaring daggers at both your directions. You took a large gulp out of your glass of beer while Gojo laughed loudly.

“My, you’re a curious one alright.” He said in between chuckles. “We simply crossed—”

“Satoru and I are currently seeing each other,” you cut him off, pointing your nearly empty glass towards Emi’s direction; your cheeks warm from the alcohol streaming in your veins. “Is that enough to make you, you know, mind your business?”

Haruto, Himari, and Ren, who all sat across from you, collectively choked on their drinks, staring at you in utter shock. They all gave you a look that basically screamed, ‘You bitch, at least catch us up!’

“O-Oh,” Emi said, her voice getting quieter while she still feigned a smile, “I’m happy for you both, then. You two make a cute pair.”

“I know we do,” Gojo said, pulling your shoulder closer to his while laughing. His eyes later snapped over to Naoya, who he could tell was trying his hardest to hide his disdain; his eyes were narrowed and his jaw tensed. Not before long, he stood up from his spot and briefly excused himself — reasoning was that he needed some fresh air. Shortly after, Emi followed his trail, and the party resumed like normal.

It was a silent gesture, but you gently squeezed his hands underneath the table as you stared into his eyes; his face still flushed from the earlier commotion — you had been reckless, once again. To your surprise, he squeezed your hand back immediately, only bringing both your hands onto the table, now visible for everyone to see. He gave you a reassuring smile before leaning in to press a soft kiss on your knuckles. The heat on your face only intensified at his display of affection, your cheeks turning scarlet.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered softly, “I did something really reckless, and I didn’t ask you if you were alright with having our relationship out in the open like that.”

“Y/N,” Satoru said, his voice quiet and gentle, “I didn’t ask you out just so I could keep you as a secret. I’ll show you off as much as I want, show everyone that you’re my woman.”

“I swear, Satoru, it’s always you and your words.” You mumbled, covering your flushed face with the palms of your hands.

“You mean voice,” he teased.

“… Shut up.”

Not long after that, perhaps thirty minutes, you bid your goodbyes to your colleagues, leaving the restaurant side by side with Gojo — making a beeline towards the car. Once you both entered, you let all your desires run loose; your lips locked against his, teeth clashing against one another, and heavy breaths filled the tight vicinity. The air quickly grew hot, and the kisses further intensified with fervour.

“W-Wait, Satoru,” you mumbled his name in his lips, your grip on his black dress shirt tightening.

He pulled away, and god, did he look ethereal underneath the moonlight; his white strands shone like silver, his eyes only glowed brighter in the darkness. “What is it, sweets?”

“Let’s not do it here,” you said softly, looking up at him with desperate eyes. “Let’s do it at my place.”

Gojo Satoru never turned his engine on so quickly until now, driving his lamborghini like he was a man on a mission.

The air grew warm the very moment you both stepped into your apartment, lips locked onto each other and arms wrapped around one another. Soft moans left your lips as you could feel the man’s pent up desire grinding against your hips, rubbing deliciously against your clothed heat.

“Your bed,” there was a certain urgency in his voice as he rasped against your lips, and grabbing his large hands, you both rushed to the bedroom. Your back met with the soft plush of the mattress, further sinking in as Satoru also applied his weight, his lips getting a taste of yours for the nth time. His hands instantly pushing up your shirt, his hands traveling up to your your breasts; his fingers sliding underneath the pads of your bra to tweak your little buds. You stifled a soft whimper, your fingers locked in his ivory locks.

Eventually he slid your shirt up, and you helped make go by things faster by unclasping your bra. He took in the moment to appreciate the sight of your nude breasts, a hitched breath leaving his throat while he stared. Eventually, he dove in and showed love to both your mounds; coating your nipples with his saliva as he licked and sucked, leaving a small trail of hickies along your soft skin.

"Satoru," you said his name in a soft murmur, your cheeks warm and scarlet. He hummed in response whilst he continued to play with your tits, his large hands squeezing the soft mounds. In a treacherous pace, he slowly trailed his kisses down your breasts to your lower abdomen. “You’re so cute,” he said in a teasing tone, “you’re already so sensitive to my touch, and I haven’t even started with you.”

He swiftly pulled your skirt down, immediately chuckling at the damped mess you hid in between your legs.

"You're so wet," he mumbled quietly as his arousal immediately went straight towards his dick. He drew a finger across your folds, which were only covered by the thin dampened fabric. With nimble hands, he slid off the fabric off effortlessly, and without wasting time, he inserted two fingers inside -- groaning at how easily he slid in.

He started out the pace with a punishing speed, your toes immediately curling at the sensation as you squealed in unadulterated pleasure. You rolled your eyes back as you drowned in the delightful sensations, arching your back whilst rolling your hips to meet his fingers. It wasn’t until he began to curl his fingers that the volume of your moans began to increase. He pushed your legs farther apart, digging his fingers deeper; eliciting more whimpers and wanton moans that slipped out of your lips effortlessly.

“You close?” He teased you, and you nodded your head frantically in response. He could very well tell how close you were to your orgasm, judging by the way your walls fluttered around his fingers.

“Cum for me then,” he said, and that was all it took for you to succumb to your release, your pussy juices perfectly coating his two fingers. "Good girl," he gave you his praise, his voice deep and heavy.

His fingers parted away from your skin, briefly, before he began to slowly unbutton his midnight dress shirt, revealing his toned muscles and abdomen-- all while staring down at you with a carnal daze. "Like what you see?"

You stared up to meet his eyes, flustered. "Of course, why would I not? You look so... hot. If the word hot and sexy was a person, I feel like it'd be you."

"Is this your way of flirting, cutie?" Gojo said in a teasing tone, his lips curled up into a playful smirk while he unclasped his belt and unzipped his trousers, revealing his boxers and the awfully huge tent that hid beneath the fabric. God, he is so sexy.

"... I'm taking it back now." You said quietly in a stubborn tone.

"You won't," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "your mouth is literally drooling for me, and even more so when..."

He dragged his words out while he slowly slipped his boxers off, revealing the angry red tip leaking with his pre-cum. Of course he ended up being right, seeing how you stared at his cock with hearts in your eyes.

"Okay cutie! Get on your knees and ass up."

Gojo loved how easily you complied to his commands -- one second you'd show him a little bit of sass and the next second you were begging for his dick. He grinned at the sight of your ass and back arched, your slick juices dripping off your pussy -- this was all for him, just for him. A loud smack resonated in the room when he slapped your ass and played with it, absolutely loving how it jiggled with every movement his hand made with it.

However, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed you, he wanted you -- so, so badly. Rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds, he relished in the sight of your body writhing beneath his grasp; being all desperate and needy for his cock.

It wasn't long before the loud sounds of his cock fucking into your pussy filled the bedroom, your loud moans muffled by the pillows you stuffed your head into. All that you could feel at that moment was pure, unadulterated pleasure; he was hitting all the right spots and his moans were music to your ears.

"Fuck, I've always thought about how I'd fuck you like this." Gojo moaned. "You're gripping onto me so fuckin' tight I might just cum."

A loud cry left your lips when Gojo decided to wrap his arms around you, pulling your body closer to his; his chest pressed firmly against your back as he continued to fuck into you whilst his hand traveled down to your center, lazily rubbing circles on your clit.

"O-Oh--fuck--'Toru --Ahn!" You would moan his name loudly while your body shook under his manipulation.

"Y/N," Gojo said your name breathlessly, all the whilst fucking you dumb on your bed, "be my girlfriend-- I want you to be all mine."

"Y-Yes, yes, yes -- 'Toru," you said in between gasps and moans, "I wanna be all yours. O-Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum -- I'm gonna cum--!"

Gojo mumbled a bunch of praises towards you as you rode out your orgasm, your chest rising and sinking as you attempted to control your heavy breaths while he gently rubbed your hips with his thumb. "You're such a good girl," he leaned over to press a soft kiss over the back of your head.

"You still have some energy, right?" He questioned you, and you now found yourself laying underneath the male; your legs both hoisted up on his shoulders. You nodded your head, staring at Gojo with a heavy-lidded gaze, and his eyes were blown with lust and desire. He pressed a soft kiss to your ankle before staring back down at you with a teasing smile.

"Good, because I'm nowhere near done."

(You definitely made sure to keep a mental note to thank Ren for getting you into the app)

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 !

It was a day after your your risqué rendezvous with Gojo Satoru, who you later came to realize was the stranger you engaged sexual activities with over the phone, on HeartChat — the app that no one other than your childhood friend and coworker, Ren, had downloaded on your phone.

“So,” Ren began, wiggling her eyebrows as she pointed at the phone you were holding in your hand. “How was it? It’s fun isn’t it?”

You and Ren were seated on the bench, eating lunch outside during your break. Normally you’d stay indoors, but the following information you were going to share to her were meant for her ears only — since she was the one who recommended this app, after all. Needless to say, Ren was more than thrilled for you to spill the details.

“You never told me that the app was meant for different purposes,” you said, raising a small brow towards your friend.

“I mean, I only use the app to troll around with other men. Nothing too serious, you know?” Ren said before her face quickly dropped. “Unless…? What exactly did you do, Y/N?”

“I…” you began, but you paused. “You better not tell this to another soul, I swear.”

“Riko?”

“Obviously we’ll catch Riko up from this after her honeymoon, but no one else! Promise?”

“You’re making me nervous, Y/N.”

“I had phone sex,” you admitted. Ren’s face immediately turned scarlet, looking at you — shocked. “No way,” she mumbled before she bursted out laughing. “No fucking way. Those type of things only happen in those spicy novels.”

“Oh, you won’t believe what happened next.”

“Okay. I’m all ears.”

“Don’t react loudly, okay?”

“I promise.”

“I had sex with him the next day.”

“WHAT.”

If Ren wasn’t red enough just moments before, then she definitely was now.

“So… are you going to tell me who it is or…?”

“Nah, it’s a secret.”

“... Babe, what other secret could possibly be more shocking than what you just told me?”

So, colour Ren surprised when she added two and two together once you had confessed that you and The Gojo Satoru were seeing each other a week later.

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heyya!!!... Beautiful💐.

I see requests are currently open, so if you don't mind... can I request a sexy wife s/o who loves to cook and will always make slasher food? And prepare all their needs (you know like a good wife in general🙃),My twin sisters really like their slasher Especially for Bo, Lester, Vincent, Thomas hewitt,Charles Lee Ray and Michael Myers...

Oh, I also think it would be great if they had obedient children with the wife s/o. They know how their father is and they choose not to worry too much about it. Please....I'm sorry if I requested when your requests were closed, but, I've been looking for a blog for a long time whose requests are still open and finally I found your blog 😭.

My twin sister is sick and I want her to be able to read the story you made from my request 🙏.

Love you dear

Thank you so much for the request sweet anon! <3 I hope me deciding to do Headcannons for each story was ok to anon. Sorry this took so long, I worked on it in chunks over the course of a few different days.

Also I hope you sister feels better soon Anon <3 <3

Slashers with a good little wife and good little children: The Sinclairs. Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt and Charles Lee Ray.

Also not my gifs, not of the gifs I use are ever mine and full credit goes to the original creators <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Written with AFAB in mind as per request, suggestive themes. Story under the cut. Request centers around "traditional" wife roles. Talks of pregnancy and children.

<3 : Bo loves the idea of having a good little wife and good little children to boot. He just never thought living in Ambrose and as a man with his hobbies he would get to experience that, until he met you.

<3: You instantly took over cleaning and cooking, even some of the spots in Ambrose no one even went into anymore. You had no idea how the boys had managed to survive so long with living like they were raised in a barn.

<3: Bo also liked how you liked to steer clear of anything having to do with his business and what went on at the gas station.

"it ain't your place" He murmured once into your hair when you asked him about it when the relationship was still relatively new. That was the first and only time he ever had to tell you that.

<3: Bo was thrilled by your want to stay out of his and mind your own that it was surprising when you ultimately fell pregnant after only about a year being in Ambrose. As if he'd let you leave.

<3: Bo let you take care of all the child rearing duties, with him being gone usually all day it was just easier plus the last thing he wants to come home too is crying children after a long day.

<3 As the children grew you had to teach them about what their father and uncles and explain why it would be inappropriate to ask anyone about it. All they needed to know was that they were safe and their daddy loves them.

<3 The sight of you being rounded with HIS baby also does things to Bo, So don't be surprised if he makes it a goal to keep you pregnant as often as possible.

<3 Bo would be a in and out father I think though, not that he means to be he does love the children. His relationship with his own father affects how active he is a lot of the time and since that's the only father figure he has to go off of he doesn't wanna turn out like him.

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"Papa!' The children yelled as they ran through the door of the gas station to their father. You had a free instance of free time so you thought you'd bring them down to bring Bo some lunch.

"There's my babies" Bo said opening his arms to catch all 3 of them up in them. He turned to you poised and ready for the kiss you planted on his lips as you set the basket of food down on the counter.

"We made you lunch papa!" Your youngest girl said as he placed her back on the floor. Bo smiled at her.

"You did now didya?" All three children nodded as you opened the basket and began to explain to Bo what you made him. It wasn't long before your family bubble was interrupted by a car pulling up outside.

Bo's gaze hardened as he turned to look outside the station windows he then turned to you and the kids before barking an order.

"You four need to go on and get back to the house now" He said, The children having been through this before nodded before falling in line behind you to head back home.

"I'll come get ya'll when I'm done" Bo said planting a last kiss to your lips before you waddled out of the gas station, giant pregnant belly and all three little ducklings in tow.

<3 Soft mushy Vincent is soft and mushy.

<3 You are his doting little wife and he is your doting husband. His heart swells every time he sees you coming down into the basement with a plate of food and a drink.

<3 At first he was a bit nervous about you growing board of Ambrose since he wouldn't let you be involved but when he saw you begin to clean literally anything and everything he figured you were alright.

<3 Vincent loves your cooking and it actually helps rouse him out of the basement to come and sit at the table with you and his brothers.

<3 When you fell pregnant the first time, He was stunned. Like truly stunned. He never thought fatherhood more or less being a husband was in the cards for him ever.

<3 To know have both he couldn't believe it. A cute little house wife and a baby he hoped would look just like you.

<3 If the baby isn't twins expect to start trying for a sibling right away. Vincent like his brothers adores the sight of you pregnant with his baby. It awakens a primal instinct inside of him to be the provider and keep you safe at all costs.

<3 Vincent would be afraid that the baby would be afraid of his face or his mask, no matter how many times you assured him other wise he couldn't help but worry.

<3 If the children grow up to question their fathers face or what he does in Ambrose, you and Vincent will tell them the loose truth obviously omitting a lot of detail. At least until their old enough.

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"Vincent, your her daddy. She'd never be afraid of you" You told him softly, reaching out in an attempt to hand him your daughter.

Ever since she was born Vincent refused to hold her as he didn't wanna scare her off with his mask or his face.

He looked into your eyes as he went to shake his head, before he could though you had shoved your baby into his arms and positioned his hands in the proper places to hold her.

Vincent jumped at your sudden action but was never the less quick to cradle his daughter. He looked down at her once she was settled and when his eyes met hers that matched your perfectly he felt his breath leave his body.

Vincent had never experienced a feeling like this in his entire life and doubted he would ever feel it again. He was head over heels in love with this little human the two of you had made together and from that day he vowed that anyone who tried to come in-between him and his family would have him to answer too.

<3 Lester is used to cooking and cleaning his own space so it takes him awhile to get used to you doing it for him.

<3 He appreciates it greatly but he doesn't fully understand why you would want to clean up behind him like you do though. Like he picks up roadkill all day who would want to smell that?

<3 He doesn't complain about you cooking though, He thinks your food is amazing and it's great to come home to a warm cooked meal every night.

<3 You do so much for him so don't be surprised if Lester comes home every so often with little gifts he's collected for you. Some of them may or may not come from victims but as Lester's good little wifey you never question it, you just press your lips to his and thank him for the thoughtful gift.

<3 When you fall pregnant, again like his brothers, Lester is thrilled. He can't be in the same room as you without running his hands up and down your swollen belly while trying to feel the baby kick.

<3 Lester wants a football team of children, so be prepared to make many renovations to the cabin the two of you share to accommodate all the children.

<3 Lester loves bringing his sons out on the road with him when their old enough and with your permission of course. He'd never let them participate in anything Bo or Vincent do but helping him with roadkill is just fine by him.

<3 If any of the kids ever questions what their uncles do in Ambrose and why Lester doesn't usually want them around it, He'll tell them that it's because of Vincent's delicate projects and that answer is enough for the kids.

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"Nah sweetpea, you know why you can't go to Ambrose" Lester softly told your son after the fifth time he had asked to go see his uncles. Your son sighed and pouted slightly before speaking.

"I know uncle Vincent's art is easy to break but I promise I won't ruin anything"

"My love, I've told you it's rude to question your father" You piped up from your chair in the living room, running a hand over your slightly swollen belly. "Why don't you go join your brothers outside for a bit before dinner, and stay where we can see you" He gave you a sad look but nodded and went through the front door outside.

"I know the boys love Vinny and Bo, but I just want em to be safe" Lester told you sitting on the arm of your chair and putting a hand over yours sitting on your belly.

"I know Les, but when their older they'll understand why we have rules" You shot him a smile and he gratefully returned it. He was so lucky to get someone so understanding of the "Family Business"

<3 Thomas was raised to be a family man. Luda Mae had always told him growing up that one day he would need to find a wife to continue the Hewitt family with.

<3 Enter you, ending up at the Hewitt farm like so many others, but not meeting the same fate as them.

<3 Thomas would've easily put babies before marriage but Luda Mae insisted that you two do it the traditional way and get married first.

<3 You were quick to win her over with your affinity to help out with cooking and other house chores. Especially when it came to taking care of her darling boy Thomas. She was thrilled he had found someone who loved him so much.

<3 In the Hewitt house hold with Monty and Charlie both breathing down your neck, it's easy to be reminded to leave the mans work to Thomas and just focus on helping Luda with whatever she needs.

<3 When you fall pregnant with the first baby, the whole house hold is thrilled.

<3 Luda, Charlie and Monty all never thought they would see the day that Thomas would continue the Hewitt family tree so it was a very big deal when you fell pregnant with Luda's first grandchild.

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"Now darlin' you know your not supposed to be doing anything in your state" Luda reprimanded as she walked into the kitchen to see you doing dishes.

"I know mama but laying in bed all day everyday is driving me nuts" You told her drying off a plate you were washing. Luda joined you at the sink grabbing a cup to wash it before handing it to you to dry.

"When I was pregnant with Charlie I almost got driven up a wall myself. Just don't let Tommy see, You'll never hear the end of it" She said giving you a small smile before heading back to the living room.

You stood at the sink and continued to wash until you heard familiar footsteps heading up the basement stairs, you tried to pretend like you weren't washing dishes but it was too late, Tommy was on you in an instant.

"Tommy hun it's ok!" You pleaded as he took the dishes out of your hands and herded you towards a chair. You couldn't help yourself but the laugh of how your giant husband could be turned so soft and attentive with you.

You grabbed Tommy's hands before he made you sit down and placed them onto your rounded belly. His eyes met yours instantly and your foreheads pressed together.

"Tommy we're fine, I promise honey." Tommy looked at you incredulously before rolling his eyes and huffing at you, you laughed. If there was one thing in this world Tommy couldn't say no too it was you.

<3 Now Charles I could see being a bit different. Sure he adores having someone cleaning and cooking since he's out doing what a serial killer does most of the time but when it comes to kids he's a bit hesitant.

<3 He loves that you love to cook for him. It's nice having warm meals to come home too for once, Brownie points if their his favorite foods.

<3 Doesn't so much like when you get on him about tracking blood through the house or getting one too many stains on his clothes.

<3 If you really want a baby start telling him how lonely you are when he leaves for long periods of time to go kill people. He'll give you want you want as long as the baby stays out of his way.

<3 He'll be a good dad though don't get me wrong and he'll love the kid or kids just as much as you but he's a busy guy that's got shit to do so he mainly sees them as your responsibility.

<3 Might get jealous of all your attention going to the baby though, he understands it has too but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it all the time.

<3 Your never going to be the picture perfect family but for your Charles will try his best to give you and the kids everything you'd ever need.

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"Charles! what have I told you about tracking blood in the house!" Your voice echoed through the house. You heard a muffled laugh as he rounded the hallway with your 3 month old in his arms.

"Babe I'm sorry, you know I never mean too sometimes it just happens" He said adjusting your bundle of joy in his arms.

"Whaddya think kid should mommy forgive me just this once?" He asked your child you babbled in response.

"You said just this once the last three times chuck" You deadpanned before breaking a smile when he did.

"Just a hazard of the job toots" He laughed, You joined him before your eyes were met with the deep red splotches on the blazer he was wearing.

His eyes followed yours before his froze and turned to walk away with the baby in tow as you yelled out behind him.

"Charles! The blood!"

<3 The only inkling of what a normal family functions like that Michael has ever gotten was from his childhood, and to be honest I think his memories of that are very few and far between.

<3 You want to do what for him? Cook and clean ? why on earth would you want to do that for? Michael is confused.

<3 Though preparing to go out and finding a nice fresh out of the dryer jumpsuit all nice and warm and clean for him is quite nice. Michael thinks this is something he could get used to.

<3 On those late nights where he comes back late and finds plates of dinner wrapped in tinfoil ready for him to either heat up or eat just like that is also something he could get used too. It tastes way better then what he usually eats (Totally not dog, totally not)

<3 When kids get brought up though, it's a different story. I could honestly see him not really being all for it at least not at first.

<3 He's really like Charles but more so into the you can have kids as long as they stay far out of his way.

<3 His feelings towards them also aren't the most parental either. He loves them ? At least, Michael feels an emotion he could probably equate to love about them.

<3 But yeah I think for Michael it's best you just keep the kids clear of him. It's not easy when your father is the shape of Haddonfield.

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"Welcome home Mike!, your dinner is wrapped up on the counter love" You greeted him as he came home after a night of terrorizing the town. Placing a kiss to the cheek of his mask.

Michael nodded wordlessly, as always, and turned to go into the kitchen. Tonight you had made his favorite, or at least what you only thought was one of his favorites by the way he every so slightly changed reactions every time you made it.

You gave him a second before following him into the kitchen and sitting next to him at the island. You watched as he lifted his mask up for each bite of food before lowering it to chew.

You made the mistake of questioning him once as to why he didn't just take the mask off. It was early on in the relationship and his hand instinctively went to his knife before you even finished asking. That was how you learned it's better to just not ask Michael questions at least not about the mask.

The two of you sat in silence, a routine you repeated pretty much every night unless you were already asleep when he got home. You would spend all day cleaning and making sure everything was ship shape for him then you would greet your monster of a man when he came through your front door.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael's plate crashed into the sink and broke into pieces. Michael still didn't understand how to not hold the plate too high and just to sit it in the sink.

Looks like something you'll still have to work on. No one said the shape of Haddonfield was smart when it came to chores anyway.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #texas chainsaw massacre #house of wax 2005 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #charles lee ray x reader #childs play #thomas hewitt x reader #halloween #michael myers x reader #charles lee ray #thomas hewitt #michael myers

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lecsainz · 11 months

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Kk! So I absolutely loved your last piece about Carlos and the heiress!reader, and I have to agree I really really love those blended fics. Something about them just hits different ya know? And then I saw this post https://www.tumblr.com/monzabee/729167936518012928 and was like god I wish someone still wrote for kimi. And then off I’m scrolling through your blog and I see that ask were apparently you do?? Like holy shit bestie! This is like the greatest day ever! So all of that to say will you please please right something that involves the video from that post?? Pretty please??

MELTING THE ICEMAN

parings: kimi räikkönen x wife!reader

author 🗒️’s: my heart melted writing this, I hope it turned out as you want, love

summary: the one where you see your husband taking care of your son and feel that you couldn’t be happier as you are.

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Kimi Räikkönen, the Iceman of Formula 1, had always been known for his stoic and unemotional demeanor on the race track. But at home, in the quiet moments, he transformed into a different person entirely. There was a side of him that very few people got to see, a side that was incredibly warm, loving, and tender.

One sunny afternoon, the two of you sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by the soft laughter and gurgles of your 6-month-old son, Jake. Kimi held the baby in his arms, cradling him gently as he made funny faces to elicit the most delightful giggles from your little one.

Kimi leaned down, his lips brushing against Jake's plump, rosy cheeks. "Who's the happiest baby in the world, huh?" he cooed, his Finnish accent making it all the more endearing.

Jake's response was a chorus of delighted baby laughter, a sound that could melt the coldest of hearts. You watched in awe as your husband continued to play with Jake, making silly noises and pretending to nibble on his tiny fingers. It was a side of Kimi that you fell in love with all over again, a side that he reserved for his family.

"Kimi," you whispered, unable to contain your fondness, "you are the best dad in the world."

Kimi looked up from Jake's little face, his azure eyes meeting yours. A small, warm smile graced his lips, a rare sight for the world but a daily occurrence in the privacy of your home. "I learned from the best," he said softly, referring to you.

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Kimi's transformation into a devoted father had surprised you, but it had also filled your heart with an indescribable joy. His dedication and love for Jake were unmistakable, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner to share parenthood with.

As the day continued, you both took turns caring for Jake, feeding him, changing his diapers, and watching him drift off to sleep in his crib. Every moment felt like a cherished memory in the making, and you couldn't help but daydream about the future.

When Kimi returned to the living room after putting Jake down for his nap, he found you deep in thought. You looked up at him with a dreamy smile, and he knew you were up to something.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" he asked, settling beside you on the couch.

You took his hand and interlaced your fingers. "Kimi, I was just thinking about how wonderful this is—our little family. I love watching you with Jake, and I can't help but wonder… I want more of these moments. I want more children with you."

Kimi's typically cool exterior cracked, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight. "More children?" he repeated, as if the idea had never occurred to him before. But the spark of warmth in his eyes revealed that he was just as excited by the prospect.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, more children. I want to see you as a father again and again, to have more of these beautiful moments with you."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Kimi's face, and he pulled you into a loving embrace. "I'd love that," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you, and I love our family. Let's make more beautiful memories together."

The two of you sat there, lost in the prospect of a larger, even more joyful family. Kimi held you close, and you knew that your dreams were aligned. It was a beautiful day of laughter, love, and dreams for the future, all in the gentle embrace of your husband and your precious son, Jake. The Iceman had certainly melted, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

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scarlettriot · 2 years

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Our Girl • Kirishima X f!Reader X Bakugou

Smut • 18+ Only • Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI

this piece is written as an X Reader but it was written with @meggsngrits in mind. If that bothers you, you don’t have to read it. It’s for Meg, anyway ♡

Meg, I know it’s been a rough few days for ya so, I hope some time with your guys helps ♡

i definitely didn’t proof this at all so I’m sorry about that…

The moment Katsuki opened the door to your house he knew something wasn’t right. None of the lights had been turned on, your bag was on the floor rather than hanging on the hook like usual, and you, his adorable little wife, we’re nowhere in sight.

After taking off his boots, he took the time to hang up your bag in its rightful place and then started his search for you.

It wasn’t too hard to find you though, he didn’t exactly like seeing you laying face down on your bed with work clothes still on. Hell, you hadn’t even taken your shoes off!

For now though, he started by sliding off your shoes and setting them at the foot of the bed. “Baby girl,” his voice was low but softer than usual, “when’s the last time you ate?”

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

“Silly woman, c’mere.” He’s suddenly so damn thankful he showered before he left the agency so he’s able to sit on the bed fully and pull you into his arms. “Ya get ten minutes of cuddles and then I’m gonna go get you some water.”

Because if you didn’t know when the last time you ate was that also meant you hadn’t been properly hydrated either.

He pulls his phone free and texts your other husband to bring home your favorite take out.

Shitty Hair: Bad day, huh? I’ll grab some mochi too. She want anything else?

“Ei wants t’know if you want him to grab anything on the way home?”

It took you a minute but you shook your head. “No… just want ya both home.”

He relayed the information and then set his phone to rest on the nightstand.

Your arms wound around his torso and your face went back to being buried in his chest. “You’re cute, but your vice grip isn’t gonna stop from gettin’ you water.”

“Does it have to be water?” He barely heard your muffled sass.

“Yea it does, you little brat. Now, you can stay in bed while I get it for ya or you can hold on and I’ll take ya with me.” Your locked hands behind his back told him your choice.

With ease, he swung his legs over the side of the bed while you clung onto him like a little koala. His hands gripped your thick thighs and wrapped them around his narrow waist to make walking effortless.

Normally he would’ve set you on the counter but this time he moved about with you still attached. Grabbing a big water bottle and filling it to the brim. “But Kats! It’s so much!” The corner of his mouth twitched upward and so did his blonde brows. “Oh, fuck off!”

He chuckled and handed the bottle over. “When you’re finished with it, you can drink whatever ya want for the rest of the night.”

There was no point in arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed, “fine,” and took your first swig.

From there he took you back to the bedroom and got you changed into something more comfortable: one of Eiji’s hoodies and a pair of his sweats.

Of course, what should’ve taken less than five minutes ended up closer to thirty… you took your bra off and he couldn’t help himself! He just had to worship you for a while.

Pin your back against the closet wall and pepper kisses across your skin. Over your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples before migrating down to your soft tummy.

The affection stopped just at the hem of your panties. “Think I’ll wait until Ei gets home, wouldn’t wanna have too much fun without him.”

You looked ready to kill but he kissed you then, hard enough to take your breath away and keep you pleasantly distracted. Stealing kiss after kiss until your lips were puffy and lungs depleted of oxygen.

“Please, Katsuki,” Gods, you sounded so pretty when you said his name like that. Already trying to guide his hand to your core.

You did have such a hard day… “Alright,” his head dipped to your neck, “my needy little woman—”

He pushed your panties to the side and felt how much you actually did need him. Groaning and pathetically rocking his hips against you as his fingers slid inside.

It didn’t take long at all to have you panting for him, whimpering broken versions of his name each time he hit your sweet spot.

“Such a good girl.”

He nips and sucks at your neck, thumb circling your clit again and again. Precise movement that he knows you love.

“Well, that’s one way to cheer her up,” both of you looked to the doorway to find Eijirou looking on, completely pleased with what he’s come home to. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He hadn’t quit moving those long fingers of his the whole time either. “Think you should join me though.” He turned his ruby gaze back to you. “You want that, right baby girl? Want Ei t’make you cum too?”

He was already walking over as you nodded your head. His smile was as soft and sweet as ever dropping a light kiss on your lips like he does every day when he comes home with his little, “missed you,” and then does the same to Katsuki.

“Gimme some room, would ya?” It’s an awkward little shuffle as Katsuki makes room for Eijirou to sink to his knees between you both. Wasting no time lapping at the mess Katsuki’s made between your legs as his hands tug at his husbands sweats, pulling them down his thighs to give him a little relief too.

Between Katsuki’s fingers and Eijirou’s tongue, you certainly forget about the day you had, you forget about the whole damn week, even your name for a few seconds there.

Eijirou held one of your thighs in his large hand, kneading your soft skin, even taking a few breaks from your cunt to leave a few bite marks over the ones that had faded from just a few days ago.

His wrist flicked, using his other hand to get Katsuki closer to a release too all while muttering praises that sent the sweetest vibrations to your clit.

G— guys, oh fuck, ‘m gonna—“ you whined rather than finished the sentence.

“Gonna cum for us, cutie? That’s our girl,” Eijirou teased since Katsuki was getting close too. “G’head then. We gotcha, love.”

Your nails dig into Katsuki’s arm and pull at Eijirou’s hair as your high crashes over you. Eijirou takes a final lick at your core and leans forward to take Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. Letting the man finish there rather than in his fist.

The two of you pant above him while he smiles, using his thumb to swipe a bit of cum that spilled over.

“Welcome home, Red.” You barely get the sentence out, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

He chuckles and kisses your thigh again. “It’s good t’be home. Feelin’ better?”

“Much better now.”

You all sat lounging around the living room with the containers of food Eijirou had brought home covering the coffee and end tables.

The guys listened to you rant about the assholes trying to tell you how to do your job. Thinking they know everything better than you do. More than once they each offered to give these retired gasbags a piece of their mind but you waved them off each time. Just thankful for them listening to you.

The two of them always do though. You could talk to them about anything and they’d give you their undivided attention. And they knew they could come to you for the same.

Whatever the three of you needed, you were always there for each other.

A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, someone to sit around and eat junk food with… or even bending you over and screwing you until every other thought faded away. Which just so happened to be what the two of them intended on doing for you tonight just as soon as you finished your dinner ♡

#love you meg ♥️#meg & her men 🧡❤️#mha fic #mha smut #bnha smut #kiribaku x reader #kiribaku smut #kiribaku fluff #Kirishima smut #Bakugou smut #boomboomboi 💥#best red rock shark ♥️🦈#scarlett’s feeling smutty 💋

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morning-star-joy · 9 months

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a feeling so peculiar

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader, ASHWAH Universe

Summary: The holidays serve as a reminder for what you’ve lost, and Joel brings you comfort.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Established relationship. Grief/mourning, depression, some self-hatred, healing not being linear and guilt centered around that, references to Reader losing her sister. Joel talks about Sarah.

Wordcount: 2.2k

A/N: It’s been a few months since I wrote for Joel, and it’s scary coming back to him, but I was homesick for ASHWAH and really wanted to write this. Because the holidays can be great but they can also fucking suck, and if this time of year brings you sadness, you’re not alone.

lovely dividers by @saradika

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You don’t really know how long you’ve been out there. The cold nipping at your nose, spreading through your face and freezing your fingers until they’re numb.

You don’t know when the door opens behind you, and how you don’t hear it. You don’t know how you don’t flinch when a large hand presses to your shoulder, fingers squeezing down gently.

But maybe you do.

Maybe you’ve just grown too comfortable in the past year—or the past two years, really. Beginning with another touch on a snowy streetscape, your hand reassuring and unwelcome. Starting a descent into something you never could have fathomed, never would have expected with him, of all people.

Those two years ago you would have snarled at a touch like this, teeth snapping at the hand that had dared to try and console you. You had snapped at kindness, reassurance—his, most of all.

Now, you lean into the touch. Your eyes flutter shut, a quiet exhale at the warmth his palm already offers, the sharp contrast it has to the chill you suddenly notice all over your body, long since settled into your bones.

When you look back at Joel, his brows are furrowed low over his eyes, face pinched in concern as he too wonders just how long you’d been here. Reminiscing or torturing yourself with the nostalgic sight of string lights reflecting in the freshly fallen snow, or maybe both.

You just wave your hand, trying to dismiss his worry over you. It’s a feeling you had slowly grown to accept from him, as he had from you—taking care of each other when nobody else knew how.

But you were tired.

Last year hadn’t been this bad. You thought you were getting better. And there was a sense of guilt lodged deep in your chest that your were falling down, down, down that dark hole again, letting the grief swallow you up like you had let it do every day once upon a time.

It’s familiar, almost comforting, albeit suffocating in the way the mourning wraps around you again.

You wonder if she’d be ashamed of how much time you wasted wallowing over what could have been, how much time you still wasted.

When Joel grabs the hand that you wave dismissively, you are grateful for it. The heat of his calloused fingers is a tether, tying you to him and here and now and suddenly, you feel like you’re not drowning quite so much. Maybe you’re closer to the surface than you’d seemed, and you should just let him pull you out.

You shake your head, but you don’t pull away. Fingers intertwining with his, you squeeze the familiar weight of his palm gently in yours, trying to reassure him as much as you tried to soak in the feeling of home he had brought to you after so many years lost without one.

“Hey,” Joel’s voice rumbles from his chest, the rough edges smoother in the low tone he speaks to you in. You can hear how unsettled he is by the cold in your fingers, the slight tremor in your body that you hadn’t even realized had started. Not even wearing a damn jacket. “How long you been out here?”

You can’t meet his eyes then. That shame you had felt towards her memory now transfers to him, because you made him worry. You snuck out here while he was busy with his latest woodworking project, torturing your own mind while catching your death and letting him be oblivious to your struggle.

The way Joel squeezes your fingers back, his other hand spreading from your shoulder to the spot between your shoulder blades, applying gentle pressure in a way that always makes you hum in content, in safety—you know he’s going to torture himself too over this.

He’ll think it’s his fault for not checking on you sooner, not seeing the signs. He’ll ruminate for days and weeks over finding you freezing yourself to death while he was just spending time doing something he loves. Hell, he was probably making a fucking present for you. And you were doing this.

Selfish. You were always so goddamn selfish.

“Fine,” you try and reassure him again, with unconvincing words this time, your voice coming out raspy with the cold.

Your inability to complete even a simple sentence makes him hum in disbelief, and he’s only leaving for a second before returning with a blanket to wrap around your shoulders.

When you grab at it, pulling yourself further in as Joel adjusts it to cover every frozen inch of you, you recognize the pattern of the fabric. You remember a year ago, in front of his fireplace that was now both of yours. The touch of his lips for the first time, floodgates opened and affection pouring out, the same blanket he had tried to cover only you with as you made sure he was covered too.

Savior complex, you had accused him of then, even though you both knew yours was worse. Always had been, always would be.

You look at Joel then as he kneels before you, those wrinkles still deep between his brows as he takes care of you. He doesn’t look away from his task of wrapping you completely in the blanket until you lean up, pressing your cold lips to that deep furrow in his brows in a kiss you weren’t shy in giving to him anymore, not since you had started.

“Surprised you’re not yanking me back inside,” you mumble when you pull back, satisfied that your kiss had smoothed out that furrow a bit.

He’s still concerned—you can see it in the gentle waver of his dark eyes, once so closed off but finally open to you—but he’s reassured by your touch, your affection, finding as much a home in you as you did in him.

“Figured I couldn’t pull you away,” he mumbled, shifting off his knees with a grunt, and you hate yourself for a moment for letting him rest on them when you knew how they ached worse this time of year. “Which one are ya lookin’ for?”

It makes you want to smile, how well Joel knows. You watch him sink onto the porch bench next to you, leaning into his side when he lifts his arm in a silent invitation for you to take all the warmth you needed from him until you were okay again.

“Orion.” Your eyes shift back to the night sky, searching the constellations more for her than for the stars themselves. “I remember the story more than I remember how it looks, to be honest.”

“Hm.” You don’t need to glance to know he’s searching with you now, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, hand curled around your upper arm and keeping you tethered to him. Keeping you here, keeping you safe. “I ain’t the expert in this house, y’know. You should ask Ellie.”

“Oh, you’re not the expert?” you fake surprise with the question, your tone of sarcasm pulling a lopsided smirk on Joel’s face as your eyes meet his. “And here I thought your Idiot’s Guide to Space elevated you to a genius.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, but there’s relief in his eyes at your teasing that makes you lean more into him. It’s a subtle action to be closer to him that softens his gaze further, warms it with affection you had slowly learned to accept.

A moment passes where you bask in the warmth he offers, the comfort of his gaze, before he asks quietly, “Why didn’t you tell me? That it was gettin’ bad.”

Guilt tears at you again. You frown at the claws it embeds in your heart, try to chase it away with the glow from holiday lights on houses that reflects in the darkness of his eyes.

“I didn’t really know,” you whisper truthfully.

You were sinking into it slowly, trying to deny it until you couldn’t, until you couldn’t remember how long you’d been out here in penance for losing her.

Joel just nods, accepting your answer and not prying any further.

It’s that fact, the fact that he’s never pushed for more from you when you weren’t ready, that coaxes you to say more.

“I think…” you pause, breathe in deeply, “I think this time of year is…hard. People are just so damn happy and I just—I feel—“

“Yeah,” Joel murmurs, his hand rubbing up and down your arm, and you sink into him. Relieved that he knew you, that he understood what you couldn’t find the words to say. “Me too.”

Oh, you think, and your heart aches with the realization. All this time that you knew you had matching wounds, and you didn’t even stop to think about what he had been going through too with the pervasive holiday cheer around every corner in Jackson.

“Hey,” Joel mumbles again, his thumb catching the tip of your chin and tilting your face up so he could look at you.

His eyes are soft, searching as he sees your emotions all over your face in that way only he could. The firm press of your lips, the fidgeting in your fingers where you held the edges of the blanket.

Joel brings his hands to yours, cups them and pulls them to his lips to breathe over them. The digits are still too frozen for his liking, and it’s the simple act of him using his very breath to try and bring life back into you that makes the tears form in your eyes.

“Stop that,” he mutters, and you know he’s not talking about the tears, but the punishment you’re still inflicting on yourself. Joel can feel it in the tension you still hold in your body, and you sigh.

“Tell me about her?” you whisper, your thumbs stroking over the backs of his hands when he brings enough warmth back into them so you can move them again.

“She loved Christmas trees.” It makes you smile then, the window he offers you into the still broken parts of his soul, the life he once had. What mirrors you were to each other. “She liked the ones Tommy picked out more than mine, though. Even though the idiot got ones nearly too big to actually fit in the damn house.”

You laugh, and now you’re both smiling. It’s easier to talk about now, for both of you, even if it still hurts, the worlds you had both lost.

Joel’s eyes flicker over your face, considering, before he adds quietly, “You ‘member that first time we met?”

“When you fucking glared at me in the mess hall?” You quirked a brow with the snark, and his chuckle under his breath is a balm to your soul. “Or on the street?”

“The street,” he clarifies, his expression sobering for a moment. His fingers tighten subconsciously around yours, and you stroke your thumb over the back of his hand again to ease him. “There were kids decorating that tree and I…I thought I saw her.”

You remembered him leaning against the lamppost, recognizing yourself in him, and you understood now exactly why you had, even all the way back then.

“Her hair,” Joel adds, clearing his throat when the words come out choked. His brows knit together as he shifts in his seat, struggling under the weight of his grief the same way you did, and you press yourself into his side, face buried into his neck to try and offer your comfort to him the same way he did you. “Thought I saw—“

He sucks in a breath, and you feel it trembling in the tension of his neck. Your lips find the edges of his pulse thrumming under his skin by reflex, pressing a soft, reverent kiss there as you wind your arms around him.

“Fuck the holidays,” you mumble as you squeeze around his waist, hands pressed firmly against his lower back where you press yourself to him like a weighted blanket, and Joel laughs. It comes out all choked, and he clears his throat, sniffing once before he gently nudges you from the bench.

“C’mon,” he urges you towards the door, back into the heat of your home with him, and you gladly let him. “I’ll make you a cup of coffee.”

“The way to my heart,” you hum with a smile, brightening up at the mere mention of the drink.

It’s an echo of words you may have said once, but can’t remember when, and he huffs out a laugh at your eager acception of the offer of sharing the drink that had brought you together and intertwined you two years ago.

But before he can get too far, you cup his face between your hands, bring him down for a short, tender kiss.

“Thank you,” you whisper against the soft heat of his lips, and Joel hums, hands finding their place on your waist as he steals another kiss.

He leans his forehead against yours, takes you in before whispering back, “You don’t gotta go it alone, sweetheart. I got you.”

You brush a stray strand of hair back behind his ear, fingers twisting through the gray in the brown before you answer, “I know. I’m sorry I—”

“Don’t apologize,” Joel huffs, hand finding the small of your back as he urges you back towards the kitchen. “Now c’mon, let me take care of you.”

You always would.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller hurt/comfort #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller series #joel x reader #joel x female reader #joel x f!reader #a stranger's heart series

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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watch me

pairing: bang chan x fem reader

genre: idol au, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

synopsis: just as you and chan were about to have an intimate moment, you both get caught. however, you don't mind if more than one person watches

warnings: she/her pronouns, established relationship, voyeurism, exhibitionism (the rest of the members watch), finger sucking, oral (m+f), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie, cum on body, pet names, masturbation, clit play, breast/nipple play, minuscule amount of spit play, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, rutting and grinding, overstimulation, sub-space, aftercare

words: 5.7k ~ (5,747)

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

soft groans and moans fill the bedroom. your knees sore and tender as your fingernails dig into the soft yet sturdy flesh of chan's thighs.

his head kicked back, plump lip caught between his teeth as he groans. his hips moving at a slow and sloppy pace. the pleasure your mouth is currently providing him is too much for him to bear.

your tongue strokes the underside of his fat cock. his tip hitting the back of your throat with each thrusts. chin coated with drool, cheeks stained with tears and lips swollen.

it's been too long since you both were able to pleasure one another. chan's cock is sensitive from the stimulation that he has dreamed of for months. his body shakes as he holds back his fast approaching orgasm, wanting to save it all to dump inside you and watch it slowly trickle out.

the boys are staying at jeju island for an episode or two of skz talker. you got invited by chan (with permission from the manager and filming crew) which you happily said yes to. it's been months since you last saw your partner, as well as everyone else, so you were ecstatic to be invited.

upon arrival, everyone rushed around the house they were going to stay at in an attempt to claim bedrooms and roommates. as per, chan chose the biggest bedroom in the entire place which also came with a huge glass window that allowed people downstairs and in the hallways to look in.

whilst you and chan spent a few seconds cuddling and embracing one another on the bed, the members made it be known that they were going to go out and explore the area before filming was to start again. when you looked up at chan, he had that mischievous smirk on his face, a smirk that makes you melt and know exactly what he wants–leading you to your current situation.

“fuck, i've missed this mouth so much.” chan groans as he strokes your hair slowly. he looks down at you, cock twitching as the sight of your closed eyes and stained face. you give him a hum as a response, the vibrations traveling up his shaft and to his balls.

he grips onto your hair gently, fingers buried in your locks as his hips move a little faster. his cock stretching the corners of your mouth and saliva continues to pool and spill down your chin. your oxygen intake is little to nothing considering chan's size and thickness, meaning you have to pull away for a few seconds to catch your breath.

chan strokes your swollen lips as you pant, his eyes clouded over with lust. he cups your cheek gently, stroking it with his thumb as you nuzzle into his soft and warm palm.

“i've missed this. i've missed you yn.”

“mhm, me too chan.” you whisper as you look up at him. you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, pumping him slowly and rotating your wrist at his tip. chan grunts softly, watching you lean in and kitten lick his tip. the salt from his pre cum coats your tongue.

he gently pulls you onto your feet, arms around you. you grin as you kiss each other messily. tongue and teeth clash and collide together. saliva pooling and mixing together. chan's hands roam your body, his fingers dancing along your naked skin before pinning you up against the glass. he fumbles around at your clothing, desperation kicking in before muttering a “fuck it” and hosting you up, legs around his waist and cock poking at your clothed core.

your hands roam to the back of his head, fingers buried in his locks as you occasionally tug at the roots causing chan to moan. your lower halves pressed flush against each others.

he bucks his hips into you, thrusting and rubbing himself on you. the warmth from his length plus your own saliva coats your panties and seeps through the material, making you feel sticky and uncomfortable. he lowers his head onto your shoulder, forehead landing on your shoulder blade as he pants. he clings onto you as he ruts against you desperately, your fingers tugging at his hair as you occasionally kiss and suck on his earlobe.

a knock on the glass makes you both jump and look at who may have caused the noise. both of you freeze for a split second before chan smirks. a flustered looking stray kids staring at you both, mouths agape and cheeks pink with obvious boners.

cupping your ass cheeks in his warm hands, chan looks at you with a smirk. he tucks your hair behind your ear slowly before trailing his fingertips along your jawline to your bottom lip.

“we have company.” he hums.

“seems like it.” you whisper. chan strokes your bottom lip slowly with him thumb, teasingly letting it slip between your lips.

“shall we invite them in?”

“you mean like, let them join in or?”

“not so much as join in darlin'. i'm a jealous man, you should know that but i don't have a problem with letting them watch us.” he purrs, thumb in your mouth.

you whimper softly as you grip onto his wrist gently. you wrap your lips around his thumb, suckling and swirling your tongue around it. you put on a little show, putting in that extra effort as you know that the members are watching you–and it gets you just as excited.

the burn and ache you feel between your legs increases the longer you feel the pairs of eyes on you. you grip onto chan's wrist, your eyes meeting his lustful eyes as his bottom lip is caught between his teeth.

“you want to fuck me, channie?” you ask sweetly. he nods. “you want to fuck me in front of the members? have them watch us and put on a little show?”

“do you mind? it has been a while for all of us after all and i know how much the members love your gorgeous, beautiful naked body.”

“t-they do?” you flush pink as chan nods and leans in.

“they do.”

“o-ok. then i don't mind having them watch.” you giggle. chan hums and kisses your forehead gently.

“then strip, get on the bed and wait for me whilst i set some rules for them all.” you nod eagerly as you strip yourself of your clothing. heart pounding, adrenaline and lust rising as you skip to the bed and kneel in the middle, sitting back on your heels as chan speaks to the members.

you watch through the big glass window as chan explains the rules. the members listening and nodding whilst asking questions to which chan either nods or shakes his head at. the members agree to the rules before slowly walking inside, chan being the last to enter the room.

you look at all eight members, feeling vulnerable but also excited at the same time. your naked body on display for hungry eyes to see. you watch their eyes flicker over your body, checking out your curves and every detail and texture your skin holds. seeing you in a new light sets sparks and energy to set their nerve endings on fire before pooling down south.

“now–” chan starts as he takes the remainder of his clothing off. his defined body making your breath hitch in your throat and become nothing but a puddle on the sheets. no matter how many times you see chan naked, you're always in awe of how handsome and defined he is. “do we all remember the rules?”

“no touching unless yn says it's ok or gives us the go ahead to do so.” minho speaks.

“we are only allowed to watch and not engage with you both unless either of you give the go ahead.” seungmin mumbles, the palm of his hand already massaging and squeezing his own length through his clothing.

“and–” chan asks with a raised eyebrow

“and make sure yn consents and is ok with anything we wish to do.” they all chime in to which you giggle at.

“good.” chan grins, clearly pleased with how well he has trained them. he places one hand on your cheek gently, tilting your head so you're looking at him.

“are you sure about this?” he whispers as he strokes your cheek gently with his thumb. you lean into his soft palm, nuzzling your cheek into it.

“positive.”

“100%? you're not just saying that to impress everyone, correct?”

“i trust you and everyone in this room chan. i trust you all with my whole life so this isn't uncomfortable for me. i want to do this.”

“ok pup. but you remember your safe word right?”

“island. my safe word is island.” chan gives you a gentle smile and a hum.

“please us it yn.” you look to the side at a concerned yet flustered minho. “if any of us do or say something that makes you feel uncomfortable, please us it.”

“for sure! we want you to feel good just as much as we do. we might not be doing anything to you per say but we are watching you both have an intimate moment.” felix chimes in.

“don't worry fellas. i'll be vocal–in more ways than one.” you give them a wink which causes them all to flush.

“gosh, you're so cheeky and adorable.” chan groans before kissing you hungrily and with such force, you fall onto your back. the soft sheets caressing your back as chan hovers over you. he situates himself between your legs as he drags them loosely around his waist.

his tip rubbing and teasing your folds, coating his skin in your slick. he cups both your breasts, massaging them as he forces his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. you grip onto his shoulders, hips bucking to feel his length rub against you, desperate for some friction.

the lack of oxygen becomes apparent to you both but the want and need to feel and hear one another much greater. chan's groans mixing with yours. sloppy, wet sounds of his length rubbing between your folds. the sheets rustling with each movement.

tongues colliding, teeth bashing. it's messy and needy. you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you pant against his lips. he lets out a low groan at the sight of your flush cheeks, swollen lips and glass eyes before dipping his head low to capture your sensitive nipple between his lips.

“fuck.. chan.” you moan breathily , head tilting to the side. you make eye contact with minho as chan flicks your nipple with his tongue. minho swallows thickly, unable to avert his gaze from you as you stare at him.

as you stare at minho, you let out soft and gentle moans as chan nibbles and plays with your nipples. minho swallowing thickly, his palm increasing on his length as he rubs and squeezes himself. your eyes flicker to all seven members noticing how they're all fixated on you and what chan is doing and making you feel.

this is the first time you’ve done something like this. exposed yourself in front of many as well as let them all watch chan do explicit and lewd things to you; but you enjoy it. the ache between your legs and your slick that's coating your folds tells you that you love this more than you thought.

have all eyes on you and be reduced to practically nothing as they watch. the power and hold you have over them makes you power hungry, makes you want to ‘put on a show.’

you buck your hips upwards, rutting against chan's length. he squeezes and massages your breasts whilst his teeth tug and nibble your nipples. he leaves soft purple bruises on your skin before kissing up your neck to your lips where his swollen lips meet yours in another sloppy and uncoordinated kiss.

you grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his blades. chan holds your waist in both hands as he rubs against you, matching your tempo. his length slips up and down between your folds effortlessly, his red cock head bumping against your clit which causes you to moan in his mouth.

you hear the rustling of clothing and zippers being pulled down from the side. mumbled grunts and sighs as the members pull down their pants and underwear, letting it pool by their feet. hands gliding up and down their angry cocks, thumbs teasing their pre-cum coated tips. eyes rolling to the back of their heads as they provide themselves with pleasure whilst watching wishing they were in chan's position.

“chan, please.” you whimper softly.

“please what?” he coos.

“i need you inside. i need to feel you.”

“you've always been a needy pup haven't you?” chan hums teasingly, his fingertips slowly gliding down the valley between your breasts to your navel before stopping just above your clit. you swallow as you watch, breath hitching in your throat.

“why don't we show them, mhm? show them how needy you are.” chan moves from between your legs to kneel behind you. he gently lifts you up so the upper part of your body is resting against his thighs, positioning you so your intimate area is easy to see.

you let out soft whimpers of embarrassment. your heart beating against your chest rapidly. you're embarrassed but also enjoying the attention.

all eyes are on you. everyone is thinking of you. everyone is doing or wants to do something to you.

you watch the members' eyes flicker down your body as they take in the curviness of your breasts, your soft skin and your soaked folds and swollen clit. you automatically shut your legs, much to their (and chan's) dismissal.

“ah ah ah baby. show them.” chan's hot breath tickles your ear lobe as he leans down and pries your legs wide open again. your core clenches, eyes gazing at the many hard cocks in front of you.

thick, thin, big and small. some with neatly trimmed pubic areas, some naked and some barely trimmed at all. each of the members having their own style of stroking their cocks.

felix, jeongin and changbin, for example, like to stroke themselves slowly. they like to take on the pleasure, soak up the scent, the feeling and the sounds. changbin's eyes would roll to the back of his head, lip caught between his teeth.

jisung and minho like to be fast, eagerly chasing their high. one hand around their cocks, the other massaging and playing with their balls. they're vocal, very vocal willingly letting out each whimper and groan that builds in the back of their throat or chest. beads of sweat dripping down their temples and their thumbs rubbing their cock heads with the occasionally running the fingernail along their slits.

hyunjin and seungmin, however, like to tease themselves. they purposefully stroke themselves at a fast pace, wrist rotating at their tips. once they feel the pressure build and build, threatening to snap, do they slow down and squeeze the base of their cock to calm themselves down. the pressure building and becoming painful for them both but they enjoy it a little too much.

“you're all so pretty.” you mumble “so many pretty cocks.”

“do you like it darling?”

“yes”

“does it make you wet seeing this many dicks hard for you?”

“fuck yes!”

“then show them, pup. play with your pretty pussy and show them how horny and wet you feel.”

you swallow as you look up at chan. a smirk on his lips, his eyes filled with nothing but lust and playfulness.

“go on.” he encourages “show them. imagine it's me if you have to.”

you close your eyes slowly as you trail one hand down your body. your body jerks a little as your fingertips come into contact with your sensitive and neglected clit. you breathe a shallow breath of relief as you rub two fingers between your folds, coating your fingers nicely in your juices.

using the same two fingers, you rub slow circles on your clit. bolts of pleasure shoot up your spine. heat piling in the pit of your stomach as you rub. you groan softly, chans' name rolling off your tongue effortlessly. you feel his fingers combing through your hair, his voice soft and assertive as he praises you.

you hear multiple “fucks” and “wows” from the members. their gaze burning holes into your body and setting your skin on fire. your toes curl against the sheets and thighs shake as you rub fast circles on your clit.

“open.” you hear from above. your eyes flutter open to see chan's face above yours. you open your mouth slowly only for him to spit on your tongue. his saliva slowly trails out of his mouth, rolling off his tongue for it to land on yours. you instantly close your mouth and swallow, grinning as chan smiles at you and strokes your bottom lip gently

“such a good pup.”

you mewl as your fingers dip inside your core. the warmth and wetness of your walls coats your fingers nicely. you thrust your fingers slowly at first before picking up the pace as you clench around your own fingers and the pleasure becomes too much.

chan reaches down and rubs your clit unexpectedly which makes you moan loudly and back to arch up off the bed. the sloppy sounds of your wet cunt mixes in with your moans and pants. the members struggling to hold back their orgasms, waiting for when the real show starts.

“chan. chan–fuck! chan please!” you beg, not knowing what or why you're begging. everything is just babble, mind mushy.

“so beautiful when you're like this, pup. makes me want to breed you all day and night.”

“yes! fuck please chan, please breed me.” you whimper, fingers moving quicker.

“have you been a good pup?”

“yes. so good. been very very good for you.”

“are you going to cum for me?” you nod your head yes frantically, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening with each thrust and rub.

“cum. gonna cum–hng!” your eyes squeeze shut as you pull your fingers out of your pulsating pussy. chan continues to rub your clit through your orgasm, your hands bundling up the bed sheets into tight balls. your thighs shake, clit becomes sensitive to the point where you're sweating and you have to push chan's hand away gently.

“holy shit yn.. that was hot.” you look at jisung and give him a soft and lazy smile.

“want to taste?” the words rolling off your tongue so quickly, it takes a while for your brain (as well as everyone else's) to catch up. chan looks at you with a slight shocked expression, jisung's eyes widening a little at the offer.

“i–i. uh…” he swallows, eyes flickering from your juicy cunt to chan.

“it's ok, jisung. you can taste.” chan says. jisung nods timidly, slowly walking to you the best he can. his eyes fixated on your cunt the whole time as the members watch jisung with some jealousy hitting the surface.

“taste you how?” jisung asks with a raised eyebrow. “like, lick your fingers or–”

“you can taste me directly, sungie.” you purr.

“o-ok.. oh fuck, shit. ok.” jisung clears his throat and kneels on the bed. he pushes his long hair back before dipping his head low between your legs. your scent hitting his nostrils which causes him to shiver and cock to throb.

he gently holds onto the back of your thighs and gently pulls you closer to his face. his tongue glides from your core to your clit, which causes you to jerk at the contact. jisung pants heavily as your juices coat his taste buds, his eyes widening before lapping at your core.

you groan softly as you watch him hungrily taste you. your fingers buried in his hair before reaching to the back of his head and pressing his face flush against your cunt gently. low groans emit from his lips as you slowly grind on his face. jisung's tongue slipping inside your cunt and nose bumping against your clit.

chan swallows as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. his mind hazy and slightly confused due to the fact that he is enjoying someone else get his partner off. he absentmindedly strokes his own hard cock as he watches you grind on his best friend's face, tugging jisung's hair and moaning his name like a mantra.

he watches you beckon felix over for a kiss. he watches his two best friends pleasure his partner, felix kissing you sweetly yet needily. his hands playing and massaging with your breasts.

“keep going, ji.” you hum. “if you keep going like that, i might cum again.”

“fuck me yn. you taste so good.”

“shh and keep going.” you whine. jisung hums softly before continuing with the ordeal. you go back to kissing felix and letting him play with your breasts.

seconds later, the overstimulation gets too much and jisung drives you to your second orgasm (with felix's help, of course) your slick coats jisung's lips, cheeks and chin. you giggle as you watch him pull away and lick his lips, his mind in a haze before him and felix return back to watching you both.

as you open your mouth to speak, chan pulls you onto his lap suddenly. his back resting against the headboard of the bed, his gaze dark and lustful. it's suffocating.

“did you have your fun, pup?”

“mhmmm” you hum, holding onto chan's shoulders. “did you enjoy watching me, channie?”

“very. jisung and felix did such a good job and you did too, pup. i think you deserve a reward.” chan reaches behind and grabs the base of his penis. he gently taps your sensitive pussy to which you kneel up enough for his tip to breach your tight cunt.

with a shaky breath, you slowly lower yourself down on him. his thick cock stretching your cunt, stinging a little in the process and knocking the air out off your lungs. your eyes squeeze shut as do chan's, his grip on your hips tightening.

“you're so tight, yn.”

“and you're so big, chan.”

you lower yourself down until he is balls deep inside you. your ass cheeks flush against his thighs, cock touching untouched territory making you feel full to capacity.

“chan. chan, fuck..” you groan. chan grips onto your ass cheeks as he guides you up and down. he doesn't give you time to adjust, loving how tight and warm you feel around his cock.

“so tight. so warm. i love this pussy so much.” chan moans as you slowly start to ride him. you tense your thighs to help with the motion, chans fat cock stroking your walls deliciously.

both of you soon get caught up in the moment. the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixes together with your soaked cunt and desperate and whorish moans. moans from the members heard behind you as they watch chans cock disappearing inside of you, your ass cheeks rippling and red hand marks on the skin.

“chan, i cant. deep.. so deep.” you moan. chan hushes you by pressing his lips against your own with such force, it knocks the air out off your lungs. holding onto your lower back, he lowers you down on the sheets, cock still driving deep inside you.

the new position allows chan to freely take your legs and press them against your chest, lower half high up which allows him to piledrive. you gasps, tears trickling from the corners of your eyes. your breath hitches multiple times, bed squeaking and skin on skin slapping due to the sheer force.

the members watch in awe, shock and admiration as they watch their leader reduce you to nothing but a blubbering, sobbing mess. the incoherent mumbles and words you babble ring in each of their ears, fists stroking their hardened cocks faster and faster.

chan's cock strokes your insides so deliciously. your juices coat his dick nicely, core sloppy and loose which allows him to freely slide in and out as well as angeling each thrust to hit your g-spot; which he does in record time.

stars in your peripheral vision. sweat coating your body. your senses in overdrive as pleasure takes over every fibre of your being. the grip chan has on the back of your thighs is so strong, he leaves faint red marks behind.

his own mind and body slowly being reduced to nothing as he watches you whither from underneath. your eyes clouding over with lust and adrenaline, a dumb smile slowly forming on your lips. his name rolling off your tongue with little to no effort.

he briefly wipes away beads of sweat that roll down his temples, his hair curly due to it soaking the salty moisture.

“kiss. want kiss. chan, please.” you babble. chan lets go of your legs and lets them freely fall by his sides. he leans over you, resting on his forearms by your head.

“my sweet sweet pup.” he whispers before kissing you. it's sloppy but slow with more passion and feeling into it. he caresses your tongue, swallows each moan and drop of saliva. the new position allows him to still be able to fuck you deep but slow and sensual. you loosely draped your legs around his waist, locking him in and keeping him close with your feet.

“god you feel so good around me yn. so tight and warm.” chan groans against your lips.

“more.” you mumble “i want more.”

“so greedy. i'm giving you all i have yet you want more.” chan coos.

“i'm so close to cumming.” hyunjin mumbles as changbin nods, agreeing with his statement.

“on me.” you babble. “cum on me.”

hyunjin and changbin look at each other, swallowing thickly before looking at chan. he simply shrugs.

“give her what she wants.” he states. hyunjin and changbin walk to you as chan kneels up, keeping his tempo of his thrusts.

you watch the two men with half lidded eyes as they pump themselves fast, chasing their own highs. with spluttered words and tense muscles, hot cum shoots out onto your body from the two men causing you to giggle and moan softly.

“fuck..” they both fuck themselves in the palm of their hands, riding out their highs to calm down. strangled moans and ‘shit!’ heard in the background as jisung, jeongin and seungmin also reach their highs, desperately catching their cum in the palm of their free hand.

minho and felix struggle, wanting to mark you with their own bodily fluids but also not wanting to disrespect you. after battling back and forth, minho mumbles a “fuck it” before walking to you and instantly coating your skin. all the while, your clit is being played with by your own fingertips, core clenching around chan as heat pools and tightens in the pit of your stomach.

“it's ok, lix.” you coo. felix joins in, also releasing onto your body with a heavy sigh and deep moan before backing away.

“happy now, pup?”

“no.”

“no? why?”

“because you haven't given me what i want.” you purr.

“and what's that?” chan raises his brow.

“fill me up. i want to milk your fat cock dry.”

“jesus fucking christ.” chan groans as he grabs your hips tightly. he picks up the pace of his thrusting, skin slapping on skin once again as he fucks you into the mattress. your walls tighten and tighten around him with each thrust, body shaking and quivering as chan drives you to your third orgasm of the night.

“you're going to milk me dry, mhm? let me spill my seed deep inside you.”

“yes! yes please chan, please!”

“fuck, you're the death of me yn!” with a grunt and a few more thrusts, chan stills himself as his cock and balls twitch with each hot release of his cum that coats your walls nice and thick. your body shivers and goose bumps rises as you feel him, his hands gripping your hips tighter than ever, his mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut.

he slowly and shallowly starts to thrust again, fucking his cum deep inside you but also driving your orgasm closer and closer to the edge. you reach up, gripping and digging your nails into chan's arms as your core clenches around chan's length.

legs trying to close as they shake. your orgasm knocking the air out off your lungs and make you feel light headed. your juices coat chan's cock, mixing and spilling onto the bed sheets as he slowly pulls out off you. you pant heavily, body shaking and feeling weak.

mouth and throat dry. body tender and sore as well as being bruised up. you hear each of the members rushing around, in and out of the room. clothing and bottles being gathered up as well as a flannel. it's all distance noise, a faint buzz in your ears as you feel high and dizzy.

“hey.” that soft voice you recognise so well comes through to you. your chest heaving as you struggle to maintain your breathing. “it's me, you're ok. i've got you.”

chan tucks your sweaty hair behind your ear gently, stroking your cheek. he pecks your lips tenderly and sweetly as you mewl and grip onto him.

“come back to me baby.”

“more…” your voice rough and hoarse. chan simply shakes his head no.

“no more. you're exhausted darling. we can't put your body under any more strain or pressure. you have to come back to me.”

“want.. m–more.” you whisper. chan hums a soft and gentle tune from a song you love. your eyes slowly close as you listen, mind clearing up as you loosely hold onto him.

“good pup. i'm going to wipe you down now, ok? jisung and felix prepared a warm bath for you. changbin has even said we can use his lotion that's for sore muscles and bruises.”

“mhm.” is all you can manage to say. you feel a soft, lukewarm flannel being pressed against your intimate area as chan gently cleans you up. from the side, you feel baby wipes cleaning up the cum that's on your naked body.

your eyes flutter open to see who it is to be met with a shy hyunjin and minho who delicately wipe away the fluids.

“thank you, yn.” hyunjin says.

“for what?”

“for letting us do this and watch.”

“it's ok. you don't need to thank me.” you laugh sleepily.

“we didn't make you uncomfortable, did we?” seungmin asks from the side who is currently cleaning up the bedroom.

“if we did, please tell us yn!” jeongin pips up, fresh bedsheets in his arms.

“you didn't! it was fun. should do it again.” you giggle to which chan clears his throat before scooping you up in his arms gently.

“wont be any time soon though! you're all mine pup so don't be getting any ideas!” he looks at all the members individual. “that also includes the rest of you!”

they all mumble a “yes chan.” to which you giggle at before resting your head on his shoulder. chan carries you to the bathroom as jisung turns the bath taps off.

“are you ok, yn?” jisung asks, worry lacing his features. felix walks in and places two big fluffy towels on the side.

“yeah. you're not hurt or anything?” felix asks as he stands next to a concerned jisung.

you laugh softly, hissing a little in pain as chan lowers you into the warm bubbly water.

“i'm fine. tired and hungry, but i'm fine.” you reassure the two men to which they let out a breath and nod. “you both did good too. you're really good at eating pussy, ji.”

jisung sputters and shifts his weight from one foot to the other. he rubs the back of his neck shyly before muttering a thank you. felix laughs softly as chan gets into the bath behind you, giving the two men a look that politely says “leave”

“hey ji. yn said she's hungry so why don't we gather everyone and make chan and yn some food!” felix suggests. jisung agrees, leaving you and chan alone together.

you let out a soft sigh of content as you lean against chan's chest. your eyes close slowly as the warm water relaxes your body, making you more sleepy.

“you did good pup. i'm proud of you.”

“thank you darling.” you mumble as your eyes slowly close. chan squirts some shampoo onto the palm of his hand before massaging it into your hair and scalp.

“do you really want to do it again?” he asks suddenly.

“what? have sex with you? always.” you smirk. chan rolls his eyes and laughs

“no silly. i mean do you want them members to watch us fuck again?”

“mhm, maybe. do you.”

“maybe.”

“did you enjoy it?”

“honestly.” he pauses for a few seconds. “yes.”

“oh!!” you sit up suddenly and spin around in the tub to face a flustered looking chan. “so you like it when other people watch us! what about when jisung and felix were doing stuff to me?”

“i-i liked that too.” chan mumbles. “a lot more than i thought i would.”

“and here's me thinking you'd be jealous.” you say with a smirk.

“oi! i still get jealous. you do remember who you belong to, right?” you lick your lips before straddling chan's lap to sit flush on his dick and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“i belong to someone?” you smirk. chan growls as he holds your waist. “i think i need reminding.”

“better yet, i think my pup needs to be taught a lesson or two.” he slowly pushes and pulls your hips so you grind on his cock slowly. the water splashing around in the tube from the motion.

“ya think?” you say playfully.

“oh i know. i need to teach you and everyone else who you truly belong to.”

“and who do i belong to, channie?” chan leans in and ghosts his lips along the shell of your ear. one hand coming up to cup your tender breast, fingers rolling and pinching your sensitive nipple which causes you to shudder and your moans to echo in the bathroom.

“me.”

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Lights Camera Fuck

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Finished writing: November 23, 2022

Pairing: CC!Foolish, Afab!Reader, CC!Punz

Warnings: afab, picture/recording, choking (via bicep and fingers), pussy spanking, double pen (vag), mirror sex, each is a bit possessive in their own way, degrading praise, dacryphilia, hair pulling (punz/foolish receiving), squirting, strength(?), smidgen of dumbification, let me know if I forgot anything

A/n: OwO this fic is the longest I've ever written at almost 4.5k words. I put a shit ton of my energy and time into this so please don't let it flop T^T ♡ also reblogs are not required but very appreciated /nf

"I'm kinda nervous not gonna lie," Punz hummed while taking a picture in the mirror.

A few caught Foolish behind him who was also pacing nervously.

"Why so nervous sunshine?"

He turned in the chair to look at you. You were grinning from your seat on the couch. "Don't call me that,"

"Have you seen what you're wearing?" You shot back. Foolish joined in on your laughs.

Punz just rolled his eyes. "Just to be clear I look awesome,"

You snorted. "Yeah okay sunshine boy,"

Although your soft banter had helped, the room was still feeling a bit tense. It was just a camera, they were used to streaming all the time so you weren't quite sure what the problem was.

"You guys just have a lot of pent-up energy, don't you?" You watched them shuffle around more. Checking the time slyly, you continued. "We have plenty of time if you want to...expel some of those nervous jitters,"

Your suggestion was not nearly as subtle as you had intended.

Both of their heads snapped to you. It wouldn't be the first time you joked about having sex with the two of them and it definitely won't be the last, but there was something different about this time. Foolish had stopped pacing and Punz turned his body away from the mirror. The energy of the room had shifted making you squirm in your seat.

"I- I was just joking," you cleared your throat. Picking up your phone, you began scrolling panicked.

A hand grasped your phone taking it from your hands. They were both standing above you, giving the same look.

"Unless- unless you don't want it to be a joke," you whispered.

Foolish sat down to your side, a hand landing on your thigh.

"I think it's obvious what we want as long as you're offering princess," Punz grinned.

Foolish's hand climbed high and higher up your leg. You had been dressed in proper 70s attire to join them on stage, but it seemed your outfit would end up on the floor.

"I think it's obvious what I was offering. So why don't you just...take it," you spoke slowly.

Your chin was grasped and your mind short-circuited. Foolish slotted his lips against yours. Soft and gentle, the way he kissed you left you breathless. His tongue pressing into your mouth to move with yours. The faint taste of mint invading your tastebuds.

With your head tilted up there was perfect space for Punz to lean it and press a few kisses of his own against your throat. He tugged at your bottoms, waiting for your hips to lift. You obliged, letting him remove the clothing.

"I've been dying for a taste," Punz said to no one in particular. His body moved down the couch partially. "Wanna make more room for me?"

You shifted so your back pressed up against Foolish's chest. Creating more room for the blonde eager to be between your thighs. Foolish's heart was racing, beating against your back, and his forearms trembling under your touch. Was he as nervous as you?

His hands pet your sides as Punz pulled down your underwear.

"Excited are we?" Punz snickered, eyeing the wet patch that had begun forming on it.

"I'm sure your boxers are a matching sight," you watched him lower himself between your legs.

"Wanna find out?" Punz grinned sharply.

His first lap at your cunt surprised you. Unready for the sudden stimulation your legs clamped around Punz's head; at least attempted to that is. Foolish's arms locked under your knees, keeping you spread for the blonde between your thighs.

"That wasn't very nice," Foolish mumbled, one of his fingers coming down to press against your clit. It was a featherweight feeling, ghosting the pressure you needed.

"You were really gonna deny me a taste of this pretty pussy?" Punz pouted.

You shook your head, squirming in their grasp. Your hips attempted to buck up to satisfy your touch. "Please," you whimpered.

Punz sat up slightly. "I don't think you deserve my tongue," he mumbled.

You attempted to grab him, but the blonde pulled back just out of your reach. "No, wait," you whined. "Please,"

A genuine laugh left his lips as he made eye contact with you. Genuine tears of frustration now forming.

"You're gonna cry? All cause my mouth isn't on you? I'm sorry baby," Punz dragged his tongue up your thigh, swirling over your skin. Maybe it was pathetic, maybe it wasn't. Being between these two men was torturous enough as it was, and now being half naked and not being touched? Sinful.

"He's being mean, huh angel?" Foolish mumbled by your ear.

You nodded.

To your surprise, Foolish switched sides. He let go of one of your legs burying it into your friend's hair. He yanked Punz closer drawing a startled moan from him. The blonde didn't bother teasing instead getting straight to work, whines and moans leaving both of you. Foolish's tight grip on Punz's hair left him with very little room to move.

They were switches at best, and it seemed as though Foolish was winning the fight to be in complete control.

Punz's eyes were hazy, the only thought behind his eyes was your pleasure. Foolish let go of his hair moving back to keep your legs open. Your hips jolted, feeling Punz kiss your clit gently. Two fingers pressing in were accompanied by a small whine. A begging whine.

"Pull his hair," Foolish mumbled leaning down to kiss your neck. His tongue against your skin made you shiver. Your hand slowly made its way down to his hair, finger threading through. Your soft tug was met with a high whimper.

Oh.He wanted it.

You alternated between gentle and rough tugs as Punz opened you up. The only time he pulled his mouth away was to whisper "C'mon baby let go, you're squeezing my fingers,"

It was true. You were teetering on the edge, desperate to last as long as possible. Surely this wouldn't be the only thing that happens before the show, right? You needed more. Heat rushed through you as you finished on his fingers and tongue. Praise was given from both males, Punz kissing on your thighs and Foolish sucking marks onto your throat.

"Look so pretty when you finish," Punz locked eyes with you, removing his fingers. You watched him raise them, covered in your slick, to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact he cleaned them off with his tongue, a sharp whine leaving you.

You watched as Punz carefully and quickly removed the outfit meant for the show, later on, folding it to the side.

"Don't wanna get those all messy huh baby?" He grinned.

Foolish had let go of your legs, moving away from your back. It was a strategic move. They worked perfectly in unison, one taking over control when the other pulled away, making you briefly wonder if they had done something like this before.

Punz's hands grasped your waist as he moved you over his lap. Delicate fingers tugged and pulled the rest of your clothes off your body, leaving you on display for both sets of eyes to see.

After tossing the clothes to the ground, Punz grasped your hips sliding his cock through your slick. His cock bumped against your clit with every thrust.

"Fucking soaked just for us,"

"or maybe that's just from you being a messy eater," Foolish chuckled off to the side.

You could hear the rustling of clothes signaling the raven's undressing. Punz rolled his eyes, cheeks flushing at the others' comments.

"You're ridiculous,"

He said nothing else towards the raven, further amusing him.

Foolish shuffled closer as Punz began to tease you. The raven's tongue pressed against your chest, swirling across your skin. You whined as he flicked over one of your nipples, his hand coming up to gently twist and play with the other. His mouth was hot, burning you more than the blonde on your sides. You squirmed in their grasp, unsure of whether to lean in or pull away from the sensation.

Foolish was obsessed with the mewls he drew from your lips. Soaking in each noise he continued his actions.

You jolted, electricity running down your spine as his teeth grazed gently. It was a hypnotizing reaction, Foolish pulled away for just a moment, only to switch to your other one a few seconds later.

Punz was enjoying the show, he really was, but he thought he might die if he didn't get in you now.

“Alright enough," he gently pushed the raven's shoulder. Foolish moved back dazed. "C'mon baby, I think I know exactly where I want you. Go lean over in front of that mirror over there. Want you to see your pretty face as I ruin you," Punz mumbled against your neck, his hands releasing you.

With wobbly legs you stood and walked over to bend over the vanity just as he asked, Punz hummed appreciatively walking behind you.

"I think this will be a lot better," his finger trailed across your lower back. "You sure you don't want first turn?" Punz looked back at Foolish.

Within the mirror you made eye contact with Foolish, watching as he grinned.

"I'm sure. By the time I'd be done they wouldn't want you anyways," He stifled a squeak.

Punz was not amused.

"In that case you better fucking scream my name baby, I don't care if the fucking producers hear you back here. I want your voice gone by the time I'm done with you," Punz snapped, by your ear.

You spread your legs further feeling the tip of his cock bump against you. Slowly he pushed in, spreading you open. "Shit baby," Punz groaned. "You feel so good around me," he grasped your hips, giving himself an anchor.

The blonde had to allow himself a moment to breathe with how tight you were wrapped around him. This was heaven to him. His beginning pace was slow, enjoying the way you opened around him. You could see his head thrown back in the mirror, continuing his slow movements.

You squirmed beneath him, attempting to push your hips back to meet his.

Punz looked down smirking. "Sorry baby, am I not going fast enough? Was just giving a bit for you to adjust, but if you're so ready," he trailed off.

In your already pleasure-filled state, the sentence took a lot longer to process, by the time you realized what was said his pace had increased immensely. Punz's hips snapped into yours, your body moving closer to the mirror. It was almost impossible to not look at yourself or him while his hips kept yours pinned to the table below you.

"That better baby?" Punz teased, listening to the plethora of moans tumble from your lips. He could listen to the noises you made all day long. Each one fueled his need to draw more for you, but at the same time, they were too good to share.

"Actually. I changed my mind. Call me selfish, but these noises are mine," Punz said, shifting his hands. "Our pretty little whore, screaming just for me," his fingers pushed past your lips, shoving your tongue down. Each moan was now muffled by him.

If someone told you today you'd be being railed in front of a mirror while choking on Punz's fingers and Foolish watching you would have thought you were being lied to. That or some magical being finally granted your wish. Punz's harsh pants made you shudder.

"You like seeing me fuck you, baby?"

He turned your head to make eye contact with Foolish through the mirror. "He does. Look at him,"

Foolish was staring darkly at the two of you, his own hand working quickly at his cock.

"Look how much he wishes he was me right now, fucking this sweet pussy," his filthy words did nothing but spread heat further through you.

You wanted it, you wanted both of them. "Can do it," you whined around his fingers.

"Do what baby?" He pulled them from your lips, untangling with your tongue.

"Can take both,"

Both males paused.

"You wanna take both of us? At the same time?" Punz asked slowly, looking over at Foolish. The raven was all ears.

"Please," it was the same breathy whine that had them wrapped around your finger.

"We'll keep that in mind, but right now you're mine to touch baby," His hand was splayed against your tummy, moving higher until he reached your throat. Punz gave a light squeeze before moving even higher. He grasped your chin turning you to face him.

Every moan and whimper leaving your lips were instantly swallowed by his kiss. He tasted faintly of yourself and cherry, two things you knew he had previously consumed. His tongue pushed into your mouth taking complete control of the kiss. A spell of dizziness washed over you, the need for air had you tugging against his grip. Punz pulled away with a gentle nip to your bottom lip.

"Tell me how good I feel," Punz hummed.

Maybe this was part of the power he was dangling above your head, but his smirk only widened at your silence. "It feels so good doesn't it," he chuckled.

You were still acutely aware of Foolish's eyes on you. Shamelessly they raked over your body taking in the way your hole sucked Punz back in, the way your legs began to shake although this was only the beginning of your night. Foolish's stare made you shiver. There was no doubt he was currently deciding exactly how to pick you apart when he got his way. The realization of being incredibly close washed over you as burning heat.

"Please, wanna- wanna. Please?" you begged, stumbling over your words.

Foolish laughed off to the side before speaking. "Use your words, Punz doesn't know what you want,"

"Need to cum," You practically sobbed.

"Well of course," he purred. "Cum for me baby, cum on this dick," Punz's hands grasped your hips harder, you were sure there would be bruises later.

Watching your eyes flutter shut and head tilt down he tsked. "No, No, look at yourself, I want you to watch yourself come undone. Look at what I'm doing to you," Punz grunted, moving to tilt your head up. "Keep looking baby, you're not allowed to come until you do,"

Your hips slammed back against his as he pistoned into you. If his cock battering into that sweet spot wasn't getting you close enough to fall over the edge, the finger that now began circling your clit certainly was. On a choked moan of his name, you finished around him. Your eyes locked onto your reflection in the mirror.

"So good for me, for us,"

Foolish let out a sound of agreement.

You almost didn't get a good look at yourself as you finished, your sight going blurry at the intensity of the pleasure.

Punz's grip turned harsh, crescent-shaped nail marks appeared on your hips. "Take it all for me," he mumbled, dick twitching as he filled you. Punz warmed your insides, thrusting a few more times through his orgasm. Slowly Punz pulled out, admiring the creamy mess he made before taking a step back.

"I can take a picture, yeah princess?"

You nodded letting out a shy

"Yes,"

Foolish stood from his seat making his way over to your side. His hand landed on your hip, the warmth melting you.

Punz returned with his phone and snapped a photo or two. Surely he was creating a private spank bank. Though he could just ask for more and you'd gladly give it.

The hand on your hip began moving down, and down. Foolish gently spread you open, finger dragging through the mixture of your slick and Punz's cum leaking from you. You wiggled at the sensitive sensation making him push a hand down on your back.

"Hold still," Foolish demanded.

He made a wondering noise making you question his thoughts. A moan that could only be described as pathetic escaped your lips, a wet slap echoing in the room.

"Figures you'd like your pussy spanked," Foolish mused.

Punz shuffled behind you. "Wait I want to record,"

You jolted as there was another harsh smack right against your clit. You quivered under Foolish's grasp. With minimal effort, he kept you pinned against the vanity as he continued the smacks against you. Both of them had no issue overpowering you and the thought of that should not be as hot as it was. Your legs trembled beneath them, embarrassingly enough each smack was bringing you closer and closer. You tried to warn them with a choked cry of their names but neither listened. Punz and Foolish were in shock at you cumming.

"You get that?" Foolish whispered.

"Yeah,"

"Send that to me,"

Your sensitive walls fluttered around Foolish’s dick as he pushed in. The one hand was hastily wiped on a nearby tissue.

"That was fucking hot," Punz said tossing his phone to the side.

Foolish grunted in agreement settling into a harsh pace. His hand still pressed against your back pinning you there, not that he needed to. You were already jelly in his hold. Your body was pliant and gooey to whatever position he wanted; what Foolish wanted right now was for you to see how completely ruined for them you were.

The pressure on your back lessened suddenly as his hand moved. The endless moans that fell from your lips all but stopped as you squeaked in surprise. Foolish's hand had moved under you to grasp your throat and pull you up. Your arms braced yourself on the desk allowing him to hold you up.

If you thought you looked wrecked earlier, you were severely mistaken.

The marks across your chest and throat had darkened significantly, bite marks had now appeared on your skin, you were practically drooling, with eyes so darkened you didn't think you could tell the shade of your own eyes anymore. Punz's camera flashed, capturing this look. Foolish's hand was big across your neck, the way he gripped your throat tightly was something you were going to remember for the next few months.

Foolish leaned down over you, tilting your head up. His lips pressed against your forehead, mumbling distantly.

"Feel so fucking good,"

"Made for our cocks,"

"Wanna hear you moan louder for me,"

If your arms weren't trembling beneath you yet, they were not. There was another picture taken by Punz. That was at least 5 now. You wouldn't be surprised if he printed one to put in his wallet or be his home screen.

You didn't understand the words, if you could even call them that, falling from your mouth. Your begs were high and whiny, not even knowing what you were begging for.

Foolish chuckled by your ear, a sound that sent goosebumps through your body. "You like my laugh baby? Think it's pretty?" He asked, feeling you clench around him. "I think you're pretty,"

His words weren't getting to just you though. Punz had gone awfully silent, out of the corner of your eye you could barely catch the blonde thumbing over the tip of his cock. A breathy moan left him shakily.

"Pay attention to me," Foolish demanded lowly.

When you didn't look away from the pretty blonde quick enough, his hand was removed from your throat.

Instead his bicep slide across your neck pulling you off your arms and against his chest. This angle let him fuck deeper than before. Your nails clawed at his bicep, sobbing in his hold. The lack of air and way he thrust into you created a dizzying sensation that was almost too much. You needed more. Foolish flexed his bicep against you.

"Anyone home there angel? Looking a little fucked dumb," he teased.

Even as Punz whimpered from his own fist, your eyes remained trained on Foolish. He kept you pinned there with a simple stare. He, himself, was trying to keep it together. The look you were giving him was sinful. Lust paired with the most head-over-heels-in-love look you could muster.

"You keep looking at me like that baby and I'm gonna make sure you're fucked stupid on my dick all the time," he mumbled just loud enough for only you.

You gasped, writhing against him. Foolish grunted feeling you clench around him tightly. "Fuck," he breathed harshly. "Being spoiled today angel," Foolish fucked you slowly through your orgasm, attempting to not cum just yet himself.

He suddenly let you go from his bicep. "Punz," Foolish waited for the blue-eyed male to look up at him. "Don't cum yet,"

Punz rolled his eyes letting go of his dick.

"I've got a better idea,"

Standing from the couch he seemed to get what Foolish was saying.

"They did say they could take both," Punz hummed thoughtfully.

Slowly Foolish pulled out, turning you to sit on the vanity.

Punz tilted your chin up. "What'd you say, princess? Think your pretty cunt can still take both?"

You nodded mutely, smiling up at them.

Punz shook your head gently making you give a dazed smile. "You're just so cute. Not a single thought behind those eyes,"

Foolish wrapped his arms under your legs lifting you up. You panickedly threw your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself steady. Once again they had no trouble holding you in the air which surprised you greatly. Foolish slid back in first, groaning as he did. He didn't move, instead staying buried deep as Punz began getting you ready.

"You sure you can take us, pretty baby?" He kissed the back of your shoulder.

A lubed finger pressed in beside Foolish's dick making the two of you whimper.

"Wouldn't wanna break you on our first time together,"

A second finger slid in with ease. Your nails dug into Foolish's back, scratching up his back. He hissed softly at your actions, adjusting his grip on you.

"You're so fucking tight princess," Punz marveled softly, his third finger pushing in gently. He continued opening you on his fingers, Foolish lifting you on his cock slowly to help. Finally, Punz pulled out his fingers, pressing himself against your back.

"Think you can take me too now?"

You whined nodding your head.

Foolish stared at your tear-filled eyes, wondering briefly if it was wrong to want to see them fall. He buried his face into your neck as Punz began pushing in next. The three of you moaned together as he bottomed out beside the raven.

"Fuck there you go, fit both of us so good," Foolish panted.

He glanced up at your face, part of him wished he hadn't. It took all of his strength to not lose it right then and there. Your back was arched against Punz, the tears he so eagerly awaited to fall were streaking down your cheeks, and your eyes had almost rolled all the way back.

"Wait a second," Foolish breathed harshly.

He thought he might cum if either one of you did something. Just the feeling of his dick pressed against Punz's within you almost set him off. It was a feeling he thought he'd never feel; honestly, he wouldn't mind feeling it again.

Once Foolish had gained a little control back he gave a short nod to Punz. The first thrust from the both of them was hesitant, waiting for any sense of discomfort from you; but there was none. In fact you begged and pleaded for it harder, faster, for them to fuck the soul out of you. Punz's teeth latched onto your shoulder, leaving quite the mark of his own.

"Please," you sobbed, your fingers threading into the Foolish's hair. It was long and unknotted, though not for long.

"I know baby, we know," Foolish cooed.

"Don't worry your pretty little head," Punz added. "We'll fill you up real good,"

Maybe it was the two dicks fucking into you or maybe it was the promise of being stuffed with their cum; but it was just enough to send you into a fit of pleasure. You quivered violently in their arms, liquid splashing against their thighs.

"Oh- fuck," Foolish grunted.

The moan that left his lips when you accidentally tugged his hair had you clenching harsher.

Punz whined behind you as you tightened, also having squirted on their dicks. You went all but limp in their hold.

They followed quickly behind filling you as promised, but they didn't stop. Foolish and Punz continued rutting into you, fueled by desperation and need. They were addicted. Foolish's arm shook beneath you, signaling his dwindling strength.

"Couch?" Punz asked.

"Mmh," Foolish agreed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

They slipped out, letting you down gently, and setting you on the couch.

"Keep those pretty thighs open" Punz grunted, hand on his cock.

Apparently, they still had the energy for one more. Luckily you only had to leave your trembling legs open for a few moments as both Foolish and Punz finished once more. This time their cum spurted onto you, covering the insides of your thighs and core.

Foolish leaned down kissing your knee before moving to rub untainted parts of your thighs. "Did so good," he smiled gently. He opened your legs admiring as a mix of their cum slowly began dripping from your hole. "That's hot,"

One more picture was snapped before Punz leaned over with water for you.

"Careful,"

They were delicate with their hands, cleaning and putting you back together before the show started. Punz had run out to grab one of his hoodie he had left elsewhere on the set and tugged it over your head. Foolish himself was pulling an extra pair of sweatpants he brought with up your legs.

"You wanna stay in here or come sit out with us?" He asked.

Watching you tiredly nod was more than enough answer to his question.

They set you up comfortably, leaving one of their phones to replace your dead one so you could watch them from the dressing room before they straightened each other out. There were many promises of a proper bath with them, and some takeout once you returned home.

As they left, all three of you made a mental note to rock paper scissors to decide who was going to tell Austin that the dressing room will need to be thoroughly sanitized later.

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esmerulia-chantelle · 2 months

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— Always giving the other the first bite of their food... Or the last bite.

Quiet Acts of Love Series ft. Azul

— Inspired by @/novelbear's prompt list here.

"Zuuul~" You call his name as you hover a piece of food in front of his mouth. "Say aahhh~"

If this was the first time you did it, Azul's face would have been completely red from embarrassment. You always insist on feeding him the first bite of your food. You want him to take a bite out of it as you hold onto the food with your own hand.

Azul remembers how baffled he was at first with his blue eyes widening in surprise and his face flushing a deep pink up to his ears.

Now? He's gotten so used to it that Azul misses you when you don't feed him a snack during his break or something. It's one of those times where Azul feels loved and taken care of.

He opens his mouth and takes a bite out of the pastry in your hand. He gets a taste of its deliciousness and couldn't help but smile.

Azul feels something land on his cheek as he was chewing and realizes it was your lips.

"I like it when you enjoy eating your food," you say.

"I enjoy it more when I'm with you," Azul replies.

Azul sees you staring at him in awe for a few seconds before you give him your precious smile. He swears his heart was doing flips at the sight.

You take turns with getting a bite out of the food until there was only a small piece left. Azul takes the last piece from your hand and places it near your lips.

"Say aahhh~" He says as he holds your chin in place with his fingers.

You open your mouth to take the last bite and after you do, Azul gives you a peck on your lips.

"Thank you for the snack."

"You're welcome. I'm just happy to see you eating and being well."

He gives you another sweet kiss and pulls you in close before hearing the sound of food wrapper.

"Do you want another one?" You ask while holding another snack in your hand.

"Hmm... I suppose I wouldn't mind indulging in another one," he muses and then smirks. "As long as you feed me."

Azul hears you giggle at him before proceeding to open your second snack.

And so the cycle repeats.

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A/N: There's something about feeding your loved one that's so sweet. Also, seeing Azul enjoying his food just warms my heart so much 🥹🥹

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callsign-venus · 10 months

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Just Our Luck | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Despite how hard the universe tries to ruin it, you and Bradley have the perfect night.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: fluff, nudity (in a PG-13 way), bradley being protective, unwanted touching (from a stranger), swearing

a/n: this is my first fic that I've published (both on this blog and also in, like, years), but I'm ready to get back into fic writing! hope you enjoy x

Lately, work has been hard for you and Bradley both. Though your version of “hard” is mounting pressure to meet ridiculously short deadlines, and his version is more like two near-death experiences, you both acknowledged you deserve a nice night out. Bradley made a reservation at an Italian restaurant on the other side of town, and you splurged on a dress you’d been eying for months. It clings to your frame deliciously, and you spend a moment longer than usual in front of the mirror, admiring yourself. It was even a good hair day, you couldn’t believe your luck.

“You ready?” Bradley walks into your bedroom, momentarily fiddling with a button on his blazer. But when he looks up and catches sight of you, it loses his attention. He’s on you in a few quick strides, one hand finding its rightful place between your ass and lower back, the other near the nape of your neck, his fingers skimming the skin where it meets your shoulder.

“Gorgeous girl,” he says as he breathes in your freshly applied perfume.

“You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” It’s true – you love when he gets dressed up for date nights. You would happily take him in sweaty fatigues or – better yet – nothing at all, but it makes your heart swell knowing he planned a nice outfit with you in mind.

He fingers the low back of your dress. “Can’t wait to come back home to this.”

“I’ll be all yours,” you seal your promise with a kiss. “But only after you get me a nice glass of pinot noir and a heaping serving of fettuccine alfredo.”

“You’re the boss.” He squeezes your ass before letting you go.

You gather your purse and your phone, feeling the warmth of his eyes as they follow you across the room. Then, you two are out the door, his arm around you once more.

He opens the door to the Bronco, and you slide in.

As Bradley pulls out of the driveway, you feel the tension of last week begin to melt away. When his hand finds your bare thigh, you can’t even remember what was stressing you out to begin with. Driving with Bradley was a cure for everything. His smell (something salty and a little woodsy) and his dad music envelope you, his assured grip on your thigh one of your favorite ways to be touched. And if you get sick of the view outside the windshield, you can always look to your left to get a better one – one that comes with a mustache, aviators, and more-often-than-not, a cocky smile because he catches you looking from the corner of his vision.

“Fuck.” Bradley slams on the breaks as the car ahead of him comes to a near complete stop. His arm flies up to your chest to cushion you as you jolt forward. “You ok?”

“I’m ok.” You chuckle. You’ve had time to get used to his aggressive driving by now.

His hand falls back to your thigh.

“Fuck me,” he says.

Gleaming taillights welcome you into the bumper to bumper traffic that packs the highway.

“I’m sure it will clear up,” you say, but you don’t believe it yourself.

It didn’t clear up. In the end, you two make it to the restaurant. Unfortunately, you’re almost an hour late.

“Sorry,” the hostess says more to Bradley than to you, “our next available seating won’t be for another two hours.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” He asks because he knows you’ve been looking forward to this reservation since he made it a week ago.

“I’m sorry, but no,” she responds.

You grab his elbow with your hand and steer him out of the restaurant.

“Jesus, I am so sorry,” he says you walk out the door and trade the smell of roasted garlic for the secondhand smoke of someone’s cigarette.

“It’s ok,” you say despite your rumbling stomach. “Neither of us even thought to check traffic.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve. Now our night’s ruined.”

“Don’t say that, silly boy.” You peck a quick kiss on his jawline. “At least now we get to see the sunset.”

You’ve made it back to the Bronco, and from this vantage point, you can see the ocean across the street. It is awash with a reflection of the red and pink clouds above. You two stand for a moment, soaking in the view.

“Hey, what about seafood for dinner?” Bradley points across the street to a squat blue building with large windows and a neon sign reading Uncle Mo’s.

You scan the parking lot. Not very many cars. You could probably get seated right away. “Sure, sounds good to me.”

You and Bradley stare at each other from across the lopsided table, making a shared mental note: if a restaurant is not busy on a Friday night, do not eat there.

But by the time you had realized your shared mistake, you were already being sat down at a sticky vinyl booth. Despite the great views of the beach (which Bradley let you face), it was clear that Uncle Mo’s had little to offer in terms of comfort and cuisine. A slightly fishy smell permeated the restaurant, you had to ignore a suspicious puddle on the table, and the food in front of the few other patrons didn’t exactly look edible.

When you order a glass of red to make yourself feel better, you expect it to be less than stellar. You expect to be not-so-pleased with it. However, you don’t expect to end up with it splashed all over your lap — and your new dress.

“Fuck.” It seems to be Bradley’s favorite word of the night. He knows how much you were looking forward to this evening, he knows how much time and effort you put into looking flawless, how much you both deserved a nice evening after the last couple weeks. And now you were looking at him, your eyes shining with unwept tears, a wine stain bleeding across your chest and your lap.

Before you can react, the waiter is on you – dabbing your lap with paper napkins. He smushes around the wet mash of napkin, making the stain worse. You want to shove him away. Mistakes happen, but you don't need a late twenty-something’s hands all over your lap. But the whole thing is already an ordeal, and you don’t want to cause a scene.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, “the glass just slipped, I’ll —”

“Stop touching her.”

Thank god Bradley is always willing to make a scene for you.

Your eyes meet his with a silent thank you, even though the waiter is too overcome with the napkins and babbled apologies to hear the quietly rumbled threat.

An uncharacteristic frown darken’s Bradley’s features. He stands up, all muscle and golden skin and perfectly ruffled hair. “I said: stop touching her.”

The waiter takes one look at Bradley Bradshaw and scurries away, hands full of damp napkins.

“Sweet girl,” Bradley coos as he takes your hands in his. “We can’t catch a break tonight, huh?”

You shake your head.

“Wanna get out of here?” His eyes are so deep, searching yours for a way to make it up to you — even though nothing has been his fault.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He pulls you gently to your feet and immediately his arm is around you like a shield. Though the night has been disastrous, you’re so glad you’ve been able to spend it with him. Even now, reeling from a stranger’s unwanted touch and the ruin of your new dress, you feel perfectly safe in his arms.

Once you are settled in the car, Bradley turns to you, his finger rubbing a sweet circle against your wrist. “Want to get ice cream?”

Normally you would never turn him down for ice cream. But nothing tonight has gone to plan, and you don’t want to risk another mishap. Besides, you already know exactly what you want.

“I just want to go home and be with you.”

“Can do, pretty girl.” He pulls your wrist to his mouth and gives it a kiss before pulling out of the parking spot. Luckily, traffic isn’t so bad on the way home.

But the rain comes fast.

Angry clouds roll in from over the ocean, splashing torrents of rain across the streets of your neighborhood. The windshield wipers whine with effort, but they can’t clear the rain fast enough. Bradley slows down to about 10 miles per hour — the slowest you’d ever seen him drive.

“Just our luck,” you groan.

“The price of a beautiful sunset.” Bradley pulls into the driveway. “We can try to wait it out.”

You shake your head. “The stain on my dress is already setting.”

“Ok, give me a second.” Before you can even shout his full name, he wrestles himself out of his blazer, tosses it on your lap, and slips out of the car. He races to your side.

Already, he’s soaked.

You shriek as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you out of your seat. You raise his blazer to cover you both as he makes a mad dash to the front door, but even so you are both drenched by the time you cross the threshold.

He stands on your welcome mat, which absorbs all the water dripping off the both of you. The rain had cooled his skin, draining it of its usual warmth, but you don’t mind. You drop the sopping blazer and plant your palms on his cheeks.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you say, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

You share a rain-chilled kiss that sends a shiver across your skin. As if he can feel the goosebumps on your arms, he slowly walks you to your bathroom. Inside, the rain is nice. It sends a lively hum through the house, and tap dances across your bathroom skylight.

He sets you down on the tile, then turns the taps of the bathtub. You watch amused as he holds his hand under the water until the temperature is just right, then he turns back to you.

“Sweet girl.” He brushes a strand of wet hair off your cheek.

You pull him in for another kiss.

When you finally pull apart, he lifts your dress up over your head. Then, he unclasps your bra, and hangs it up on a towel hook to dry. Then he kneels on the cool tile and pulls your panties down so you can step out of them.

“Not how I pictured getting naked at the end of tonight,” you laugh.

“There will be other nights.” Bradley smiles as he stands and takes you in – not lustfully, just appreciative of your body, of you. “Believe me, tomorrow will be a fresh day.”

“It better be.”

He kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that he’s right.

“Ah,” he straightens suddenly. “I almost forgot.”

He opens a cabinet under the sink and retrieves a bright pink bottle — it’s the bubble bath you had pestered him to get at the store the last time you went.

“It’s time we put this to good use.” He dumps nearly half the bottle under the still running spout. Almost immediately, the bath swells with pearly-white bubbles.

He scoops you up and lays you down gently in the tub. The water immediately brings warmth back to your bones.

“I’ll be right back.” Bradley scoops your dress off the floor, and pads off to tend to the stain. Though you appreciate him trying to save your dress, you wish he was sharing this bath with you instead.

You drag your hand through the fast-growing mountains of bubbles. After a minute, you turn off the tap, then sink lower in the tub.

How did the night go so wrong, but end up so lovely?

Your answer walks through the door, lit candle in hand. The subtle scent of lavender bleeds into the room.

“And there you go.” He sets the candle on the counter, looking mighty proud of himself. “Need anything else?”

“Join me?” You hold out your hand to him.

A giant smile cracks across his face. In a second, he rips off his clothes and is gingerly stepping behind you in the tub. Slowly, slowly, he sinks down, his lips finding the curve of your shoulder and peppering small kisses while his hands massage your lower back. You lean back against him, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“Can my dress be saved?” You ask.

He smiles against your soapy skin. “If the detergent and hydrogen peroxide have anything to say about it.”

“Thank god,” you say as the last of your tension dissolves in the bath water around you. “If I couldn’t wear that dress again, I would just die.”

“You would die? How do you think I would go on living knowing you could never wear that again?”

“I did look good in that dress, huh?”

“Good?” Bradley wraps one arm around your stomach. “Darling, you looked beautiful. So beautiful.”

The rain dances on the rooftop, the storm not having lessened in the slightest. You don’t mind because it sent you to this bath with Bradley, brought his thumbed circles to your lower back, his sweetened whispers to your ears. If this evening’s disappointments had all led you to a bath shared with Bradley Bradshaw at the end of the night, you thought it was more than a fair trade.

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thebluester2020 · 2 months

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Humbly asking for your horny Jio rant (≧ω≦。)!!!!

(I am ravenous for even the smallest of crumbs)

Summary: [RSV] Jio NSFW Alphabet (I pick my favorite letters so nothing's in order!) Warning(s): 18+ filth (Im not holding back, y'all have been warned) Kinda nothing tbh I'm literally just spitting from the mouth and hoping it makes sense. Rough Sex + Dub-con(?) (In letter D but it's Jio's imagination), Side note(s): Oh girl/boy/sibling...ANON BUCKLE UP. I struggled writing this ngl, I could write a fucking essay about how much this man means to me but I didn't want to use a ask to just rant away so...this is like a normal NSFW ABC fic but with some humor (my horny rantings) sprinkled in so lol, be on the lookout for those. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

quick side note ; to the poor unfortunate souls that may come across this post don't have a single fucking clue who Jio is. This is Jio from the RSV mod aka the man I'd willingly slut myself out to.

extra note alert ; Before we begin though, I want to make one thing really clear.

I'm biased as all hell toward Jio because I have the biggest thing for elves. Woman, man, doesn't matter to me. If they have pointy ears and are unusually attractive and tall, then I'm all in dude. So with that being said? Please believe me when I say that stars shot from my eye sockets when I learned this man was an elf.

AND THAT'S NOT EVEN THE BEST PART.

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Jio would be the king of aftercare. His dialogue already implies that him and farmer get freaky on the regular so he'll definitely ask you if you need any water or if anywhere is a little more sore than the usual (in which case, he's giving you a massage that puts professionals to shame). But if you say no to any of these and state that you'd rather just cuddle, he's pulling you closer to his body immediately and whispering sweet words to you as he pets your head until you go to sleep.

♡ - "Drink," The soft-spoken word made you steadily crack your eyes open before, through your hazy vision, you saw Jio standing over you with a cup of water in his hand. You snickered quietly to yourself as you propped yourself on your arm to take it, the crispy refreshing taste of the liquid going down your throat both hydrating you as well as giving your body a jolt of awakeness. And as a delicious ache ran through your body, particularly in-between your legs after you and Jio's love-making session.

Your cheeks started to darken and warm a little at the memory of what you and your husband had done only a few minutes ago. Something that Jio quickly picked up on as he smirked at the alluring sight of you growing more and more embarrassed from your own thoughts. "Something on your mind, my love?"

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Jio would definitely be proud of his muscles. There's a scene where the farmer openly gawks at him when he's meditating in his spouse area so I think after seeing his spouse so openly drool over him. He'd become more focused on his muscles when he trains and would definitely give the farmer a little show every now and again. As for the farmer, though? As cheesy as this response is, I think Jio would love every part of you, there's no part that he favors really because he thinks your literal being is a blessing in his eyes. This means there's definitely a lot of body worship during sex.

♡ - You felt like you were on cloud nine right now as Jio kissed every available surface area of skin on your body.

Each time his lips would ghost over your skin. The more your thighs twitched with the urge to clench if it weren't for your husband situating himself between them, his hand teasingly petting at your soaked cunt much to your dismay. "J-Jio..." You begged, the sound of your whiny voice making the elf throb in his pants before he looked up at you through hooded eyes. He placed one last kiss on your hand before he responded with a throaty "Yes"?

"Please..."

You hated how you felt yourself throb at the sight of him smirking at you, almost as if he were a fox who just an inch closer to capturing his prey. "Please what, my star?" He turned your hand over to press a kiss in the middle of your palm before he moved down to your stomach, kissing down and closer and closer to the area you wanted him most until he stopped again. "You have to be more specific, begging aimlessly won't get you anywhere."

You pouted. "T-There." You tried gesturing to your aching pussy by grinding forward against his clothed dick, eliciting a sharp hiss from him. Yet, as quickly as you tried to seduce him into giving up on reminding you of his manners, he moved back a little to avoid any more of your tempting ministrations.

"You know how to ask properly, not by acting like a tempting vixen." He pinched your thigh lightly as a warning, a whine escaping your lips as you ran your tongue over them.

"Please...touch my pussy, I-I need you."

His praising smile felt like it could light up your very soul. "As you wish, my star."

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Okay so— I feel like when it comes to Jio himself? He's not big on cumming on you. Since he sees as no less than a goddess basically, in his eyes? Cumming on you is degrading, no matter how much you try to convince him that you're into it. However, cumming inside of you is definitely on the books, he loves it. As for you though? This man is a total Munch Master 365 days out of the year. Want to ride his face until he squirts on you? He's into it. When he fucks you and he sees your slick beginning to drip from your hole and onto the floor, he has to resist the urge to eat you out in order to continue stuffing you full. Your cum is essentially ambrosia to him, he could go hours drinking you down and he's never going to be fully satisfied.

♡ - He couldn't get enough of your sweet nectar.

Your delicious slick that dripped from your needy cunt after just a few minutes of foreplay. Jio would've had a mind to laugh if he weren't so focused on sucking on your clit right now, his arms locked around your thighs to keep you from closing them as you moaned and pulled at his hair, the stinging pain encouraging him to keep going in his ministrations whilst he struggled to try and keep a close eye on you.

But, from the combined fact that his head was swirling from both your taste and his growing lust, as well as his bare cock twitching against the bedsheets, the little friction it had from his grinding against the sheets only did enough to make him needier and needier for your warmth rather than actually getting him off!

Then again, in the face of your pleading eyes looking down at him in a silent bid for him to keep going until you came...

How was he able to deny such an expression?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He definitely would've had a dirty imagination about you once or twice before you two even started dating. However, they would mostly be along the lines of "Yoba, this farmer is so annoying because they say hi to me every day...let me fuck them to take my frustrations out on them". Now, when these thoughts would pop up, he would definitely try to bury them, to the point no matter how hard his dick if after thinking about it. He's not going to falter and touch himself. But oh boy, does it cause him to start to see you in a new light after starting to think about what you look like under your clothes.

♡ - Typically, Jio was in control of himself much more than this.

He wasn't aware of a single thing in this world that could shake his foundations or make him waver in his beliefs. But...it seemed that you were a unique exception because, for the last few nights since the night the two of you began talking since your victory in the Spirit World. His mind has been...plagued, with certain imaginations that is.

Imaginations that focused on the topic of how annoyed he was of you.

It was infuriating how you didn't understand the words 'Go Away'.

So, in the deepest reaches of his mind, he knew the perfect method to make you understand how much he disliked you. He'd approach you in a forest, perhaps you would already be on your way to talk to him one-sidedly once more, and he'd pull you towards him before smashing his lips against you.

His cock would twitch inside his pants at the sound of your needy moan, eager and possibly elated at the fact that you were finally getting the attention you were seeking from the very beginning as Jio swiftly pressed you against the bark of a tree and flip up your skirt.

"Tch," He click his tongue at the sight of your soaked panties, lightly pinching your backside when you wiggled your ass to tempt him into giving you more. "...Such a needy thing, hold still. I'll give you what you so eagerly want." He'd whisper, more to himself rather than you as he quickly freed his cock and wasted no more time to pull your panties to the side before he stuffed you full in one thrust.

Yet the second he'd begin to move...he'd snap himself of his thoughts.

Now the elf was faced with a new task. To find a way to calm his raging hard-on, he refused to fall into the pit of temptation that he was so certain you were trying to lead him into.

extra note ; Continuing on my last point—

He's. A. Tsundere.

He's. Mean (with that hidden sweet side to spice it all up)

And not to expose myself but I fucking love mean men. And to be honest? I'll go a step further. THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE TO BE NICE??? During the Ridgeside quest line, the first two years of my playthrough revolved around J I O, and with every single mean dialogue he dished my way, I licked right up.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

I think of Jio as a half-in-half case. On most nights, he's super romantic and likes to treat your body as if it was gifted to him by Heaven itself (i.e If you're not confusing the moment for a Wattpad scene then he's thinking he hasn't done enough). On the flip side though, he'll ditch the romance if he's super pent-up or if you're explicitly asking for him to treat you a lil' more roughly.

♡ - His heart felt like it was close to bursting.

Within the dimly lit room of your shared bedroom, the soft sounds of your sexes meeting could be heard as he trusted up into you as you sat on his lap, the two of you sharing a hugging embrace as his cock twitched inside of you at the sound of your moans.

But, his orgasm was steadily becoming an afterthought as all Jio could focus on was you. After all that he had been through in his life, all the sacrifices he's made—

How could he be so lucky to be with you in this moment?

To have your love and attention?

"My love," He panted out, his voice uncharacteristically breathless and whiny as he nearly pleaded for your eyes to be on him. Shakily, you took your face from the crook in his neck to look at him, your hands sliding up his body until they cupped his face. And from that simple action alone, the elf had fallen deeper in love with you.

"Y-Yes" You responded to him, your face somehow warming even more as you looked into your husband's lovesick eyes. A small smile was on his smile and his cheeks as well as the tips of his ears appeared flushed.

Jio smiled as you caressed and held his cheeks before his face fell to rest in the valley between your breasts. "You're so pretty." He sighed dreamily.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He doesn't jerk off much, to be honest. (And to be honest? I feel like his libido doesn't really "activate" unless you're around him) Even when you two are in a relationship and I fully believe it's because 1. He's usually too busy/focused on his missions to think of rubbing one out or 2. He has you so if he's in the mood then he'll just go to you. But should you not be in the picture at the moment? He'll just get himself off to a piece of clothing that smells like you or his imagination.

♡ - "Fuuckk..." Jio whispered to himself as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he breathed in the smell of your scent from a shirt you left behind on the bed. The combination of that plus the imagination of your hands being the one on his dick rather than his own...it made for a pretty convincing moment that led him closer and closer to his orgasm.

It wasn't often that the elf masturbated. It wouldn't ever compare to the real thing.

But...when you said you'd be on Ginger Island for the next few days to attend to businesses there, he was expected to uphold the task of keeping things here on your farm in order.

And he'd do just that.

However, he didn't expect that his body would react so strongly to your absence. Even as his ministrations on himself slowly got faster and faster on his cock, going so far as to even spit on his dick to try and poorly imitate your slick and how it'd make your movements faster.

It was dull in comparison.

So dull that as his hands slowed and he came to a stop. All he felt was boredom. "...Yoba," He hissed in frustration.

He'd simply wait until you returned.

final note alert ; I saved my biggest thought bubble for the end so here we go-

Jio is the best-modded husband hands-down. Literally fight me on this. It's hard to convey my thoughts fully without giving concrete evidence (+ the fact that I'm going based off my memory since I haven't done a playthrough of the RSV questline in a lil' bit) but I think that anyone who's on the fence of RSV needs to give it a shot, even if it's just for Jio 💀. Like deadass, the whole reason I started this blog in the first place was to have a reason to rant about this man every now and again before it became a place for me to rant about hot people in general.

To reiterate, I'm biased as hell because I have a thing for elves and mean guys but seriously to anyone who reads this.

GIVE RSV A TRY.

Hot elf guy aside, the character stories in the mod are super good. Like I'd recommend Shiro, June, Ian etc. ANYDAY OF THE WEEK. I can't imagine my modded Stardew without Ridgeside Village so-

YEAH PLAY THE MOD SO I HAVE MORE PEOPLE TO RANT ABOUT THE HOT MEN WITH <33

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kuroppiii · 2 months

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atsumu and osamu are neck-and-neck in a tie break. the crowd around you grows frustrated in a twisted type of voyeurism as the two tennis players are almost equally matched in the masterful way they return the ball to each other.

it's still only the first set but it feels like you've been sitting there watching 100 tennis matches–and in a sense, you have been.

as the ball gets traded between the miya twins on each side of the net, the countless times you've seen the two passionately rally tennis balls with their rackets cycle through your mind. they overlay the sight in front of you, almost like a flip book–one that eventually lands on a page from a long-gone time.

a time when the twins used to play alongside each other on one side of the net.

، の ✧ 後 🌱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 …

after winning the match that made your young pro-athlete career those many years ago, you remember you took your new trophy with you to sit in on a certain mens doubles match a few hours later that same day.

there were a few hours to kill between when the cameras flashed in your face as you held your trophy and when you'd have to deal with it all over again that night for the winners' banquet. so, you decided to take up the two twin brothers' offer from the previous day to watch them in action.

slipping into a secluded corner of the stands, you were just barely able to catch the last few sets of their game since yours had overlapped slightly time-wise. but even in those few sets, you found yourself drawn to how the two ruled the court.

looking at the scoreboard, it seems like they breezed past the first set, had faltered and lost the second, but were definitely back on track to secure the third when you had arrived.

under the searing afternoon sun you noticed how atsumu always donned a certain smirk on his face before serving. this smile somehow shone brighter than the rays of light beating down on him and his sweat-drenched shirt.

and not too far from the blonde and closer to the net, osamu continuously provided ample support whenever atsumu's serves were returned, no matter how powerfully their opponents hit them back. he had a show-stopping habit of leaping into the air to reach the tennis balls whenever they were returned up high. volley after volley, osamu's usually bored expression would turn to one that was laser-focused on swatting at his neon green targets with his racket so the balls would quickly crash onto their opponents' side.

in this way, the twins weren't ones who waited for the ball to hit the court. they always had the ball in motion. it was like they were so in-tune on some deep and unspoken level, and you hadn't seen doubles partners play in any way like it.

'maybe it's because they're brothers,' you thought to yourself as you found yourself more invested watching a tennis match than you ever had before, 'maybe it's because they're twins, at that!'

either way, the miya twins secured that third set, and despite the annoyance of your manager as you were completely oblivious to their calls and texts telling you to start getting ready for the winners' banquet, you intently watched every moment and every point as they finished off their match by winning the fourth set.

you earnestly joined the audience in the stands as you applauded the two, watching them drop their rackets and excitedly embrace one another in a tight hug upon realizing the match was now over. they were winners.

the trophy gets brought out, and you get a great view of their faces lighting up in celebratory smiles, holding their shared trophy between them for the cameras.

the image of them both–hair sticking to their foreheads and dripping in sweat yet still grinning impossibly wide–as they clutch their new trophy and both kiss it at the same time, was one that would be burned into your memory for years.

but at the time, the moment passes as quickly as it came before they go to pack up their duffels on the sidelines. you take this as your queue to leave and finally catch up on the notifications from your manager. but just as you stand up from your seat, atsumu spots you in the crowd, and you see his jaw drop.

immediately and without risking to glance away from you, he aggressively swats at osamu's arm next to him to get the gray-haired one to look at where you stood, too. osamu reluctantly follows his brothers gaze, and you see the frustrated expression aimed at his brother quickly melt into one mixed with shock and admiration as he locks eyes with you.

(unable to fight the small smile that tugs at your lips upon seeing their ego-boosting reactions again) you nod at them in acknowledgment, give them a small wave, and go to pick up your trophy as you leave while they flash those winning smiles right back at you.

، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the banquet a few hours later was held in a classy venue, with winding spotless marble staircases and chandeliers in every room. when your ride pulled up in front of the building, you stepped out onto the ostentatious red carpet that was laid out for all the tournament's victors to waltz down. you could hear the buzz of chatter and crystal glass clinking inside. the louder it grew, the more your hands gripped at the shiny handles of your award as you entered the hall.

a worker directed you to a table where all the winners were asked to place their trophies for a round of pictures that would take place before dinner started. just as you go to set yours down, two similar and familiar faces entered through the banquet hall doors.

the voice of the tournament employee started to sound more and more tuned-out as you watched them step into the hall. the miyas were clad in clean and simple dress pants and blazers. osamu's outfit was on the more, of course, grayer side than atsumu's (and defiinitely more of atsumu's dress shirt buttons were unbuttoned than that of his brother's).

osamu held in his hands the brothers' trophy from their match earlier that day, and a different worker suddenly approached them, kindly gesturing to the table you were standing right next to. they were probably asking osamu to place the trophy down on the table–something you were still yet to do.

you quickly look back at the worker talking to you, apologizing for "spacing out" before carefully positioning your prize in the spot where they needed it. you feel a presence come up next to you, and look up to make eye contact with the two twins.

"long time no see," atsumu teases as his brother sets down their trophy next to yours.

"nice trophy ya got there," osamu adds on. a light-hearted scoff escapes you before you attempt to congratulate them on their own win.

"thanks! congrats to you t–"

"l/n! i've been looking everywhere for you!" your manager suddenly appears and interrupts you, "there are some photographers who're asking for your picture. right this way, please..."

as your manager nudges you away from the award table, you glance back to give the two brothers an apologetic smile. they wave you off and soon you lose sight of them as the crowd in the room gets between you.

and that's how it went for the first half of the evening: looks here and there exchanged between you and the miyas, but always getting whisked away by the crowd to each take pictures with so-and-so or do another interview with whatever news outlet.

until finally, all the trophy bearers are called up to take one big picture together, and you find yourself standing next to the doubles partners once again. osamu is right next to you, and atsumu next to him. the moment after all the athletes have clobbered their big trophies in their grasp to hold up for the cameras, you start getting bombarded with flashing lights.

as you try to maintain your smile for the pictures, you catch in the corner of your eye osamu leaning closer to you, and he whispers, "ya looked great out there"–he pauses and smiles again at the flash of another camera–"and you're lookin' great now, too."

"lay off the gorgeous singles winner, would'ya 'samu? you're ruinin' our photos right now," atsumu smoothly joins in on your brief hushed conversation.

your smile begins to resemble a more genuine one at the interaction, and you're hoping the photos of you don't show the blush dusted on your cheeks once they get released to the press.

again, you don't get to talk to the twins much throughout the rest of the event. but during dinner hour–while them and their team are off somewhere else in the venue doing some p.r.–you successfully managed to slip a napkin with your number scribbled on it into the cup of their trophy as you pass by.

that night at your hotel, two new numbers popped up on your phone.

، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the sound of tennis balls making contact with hardcourt echo through the darkness of night.

a few weeks later you're practicing late-night at a hotel court for your first grand slam appearance. for you recently, it's been nothing but nonstop training and drills. you were aiming for the final. sure, you could tell yourself to make it to at least quarter-finals, or even be satisfied at seeing yourself at semi-finals.

but no, your mind was set on the final. hell, your mindset was to win overall.

you got ready to practice your serve for another time, following the neon green ball as it went from the palm of your hand, to spinning in mid-air, to crashing against the wires of your racket–

your phone emits a small beam of light from where it laid on the bench in your peripheral vision. you wondered for a split second who could be texting you at this hour.

watching as your serve hit the exact corner you were aiming for, you decided you could give yourself a short break to check.

you reach into your duffel and fish out your towel, and you pat your neck and arms dry as you unlock your phone to open up the sudden set of notifications accruing on your homescreen,

it was the miyas.

ever since they added your number from the winners' banquet napkin, the three of you have had a shared groupchat you used to stay in touch. you had discovered pretty early on that the twins were very different, even if it's in how they text.

recently, however, on account of your intense grand slam preparations, you haven't been very active in it. but out of nowhere, here the two brothers are blowing up the chat. as you caught up on the messages, you pick up on an interesting amount of typos–more than usual...

at the mention of bottles, you immediately caught on. a small laugh escapes you as you type back to voice your suspicion, and atsumu almost instantly replies back to confirm it–that they've had a few drinks tonight.

you shake your head at the bench. it was almost midnight. and they want to see you this bad?

you debate for a moment how much you really wanted to see them again.

they were definitely staying at some different hotel than yours, as they were going to be at the upcoming tournament as well to compete in their usual doubles bracket. you had no idea where or how far their hotel might've been, though. how would they even get to your hotel from theirs anyway? how long would you have to wait for them out in the dark? you could probably fit some more drills in that time instead.

after thinking about it for another minute or two, you sigh and look up at the moon in the dark sky, too exhausted from the hours you've already spent on the hard court to really think of an excuse not to have them visit you. a small break right about now couldn't hurt.

besides–other than catching sight of them on tv or on online tennis news articles–the last time you saw them was at the winner's banquet, and you really wouldn't complain about seeing their faces in person again.

so you tell them what you're up to at your hotel, and you're met with eager replies back in the groupchat: atsumu suggesting they join you in your practice, osamu saying they have a driver that can bring them to you.

a sudden surge of energy enters your system realizing you're about to have them right in front of you again. you bounce your leg against the court impatiently to try and let some of it out.

you start thinking back to the last time you were face-to-face with them, and you can't help but cringe a little, recalling how you were more of a flustered mess than you might've wished in front of them.

you internally cursed the effect they have on you.

and yet, here you were giving in to see them. but if you were going to have to face them again, you concluded you'd need a bit of liquid courage pumping through you yourself...

around 20 minutes after you seal the deal and send your hotel's address to the two brothers, you hear footsteps approaching where you were sat at the court bench.

and then there they were–casually in t-shirts and shorts they were probably about to wear to bed–in front of you. you hear the clink of bottles as atsumu drops the duffel on his shoulder onto the court.

"be more careful with that, would'ya 'tsumu?" osamu hisses while landing a quick blow to the side of atsumu's arm.

you already find yourself giggling in their presence again and barely a minute has passed by. but what can you say? both on and off the court, the two were so interesting for you to watch.

after atsumu does in fact fail to open some more bottles with his racket and osamu instead opts to use the cap of one bottle to open two others, the three of you then start rallying in a friendly 2-v-1.

with the twins opposite you across the net, tennis balls start to get lazily passed over the net using one-handed forehands and backhands (you each had an occupied hand holding your drinks, after all). though you three aren't giving it your all, a steady and precise rhythm of clicks still start to ring out like a metronome with each pass of the ball, accompanying the catch-up conversation that you share on the court.

a few rallies in–and a drink or two more–atsumu suddenly poses a question mid-rally that catches you off-guard.

"hey, say if you had to date one of us, which one you would pick?" the blonde shouts across the court, almost causing you to miss your return on the ball. you question if this was atsumu, or the alcohol talking.

click!

skeptical, you shout back, "i'd go out with whoever actually liked me, obviously."

click!

"but what if we both did?" you barely catch osamu add on, as his words are more mumbled and almost slurred before you see him hurriedly take another swig from his bottle.

you can hear the joint-confession in his words, and your other hand goes to give you another sip from your own bottle to calm your nerves.

click!

"is it normal for you both like the same girl?" you tease.

click!

"nah, not really, actually," osamu calls back.

"so what, should i feel honored or something?" you can't help but sarcastically throw at the two.

click!

"of course. you're hot and talented," atsumu reasons, dropping his description of you like it's the most normal thing to say in that moment. you feel your face start to heat up–and it definitely wasn't the alcohol making its way through your system.

click!

"oh, is that all i am?" you feign offense, and for once both brothers mistakenly go to return the ball, when they usually are so coordinated only one ever has to take initiative. you loved messing around with them.

the ball falls between their two outstretched rackets, and atsumu curses under his breath as osamu goes after it as it starts bouncing away. after retrieving it, he tosses it to atsumu to serve it over and start up another rally.

click!

"'s not that," says osamu, "we've both gotten to know ya, you're great all-'round."

click! click! click...

"but based on what you've gotten to know 'bout us," atsumu speaks up in the pause of conversation, "who would'ya pick?"

click... click... click–

you suddenly give it your all and crash the ball hard onto their side of the court, downing the rest of your bottle right after, "let me think that over."

، そ ✧ の後 🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the three of you had stopped rallying, opting to hanging out on the bench and just talking about life. the few bottles from the miyas' duffel were about halfway through and it was close to about 2 in the morning now.

the sound of tennis balls and rackets making contact was now replaced with hushed giggles, the sound of tennis balls lightly being dropped against the court surface and being caught again once they inevitably bounce back up, and the whirr of rackets being twirled by absent-minded hands.

all these sounds muddle together in your ears, an internal tell-tale signal to you that you were very tipsy.

since you were asked the question, the notion of getting with either of the miya twins has been floating in your mind. other thoughts came along with it, too, and the alcohol was not helping to push those curiosities of yours away.

as always, these two made it so easy to cave into your wants of selfish self-satisfaction. but this was a much-welcomed respite from the otherwise constant pressures and grueling day-to-day of going pro so young on the tennis court.

that you could be sure of, sober or not.

... so you figured your future and more sober self in the morning can't get that upset for what you were about to try.

"i think i know how i can figure out an answer to your question from earlier," you find yourself humming while atsumu was on your right, attempting a racket trick on the bench, and osamu was to your left, on the ground leaning up against the bench and bouncing a ball between the court and the palm of his hand.

"which one?" atsumu questions with a quick glance over to you as he tried balancing the middle of his racket on one finger.

"who i'd go out with," you nonchalantly shrug as you hear the wires of your racket slice through the air when you quickly spin it in your grasp.

"really?" osamu cranes his neck back to look at you, hand still trading contact with the ball between his hand and the court.

you look between them, the blush from the alcohol clearly visible on their faces–one you can certainly feel is shared on your own facial features, too–before looking back down at your racket, "i dunno, i just think i need more... stats to compare."

"what d'ya mean?" atsumu now puts down his racket in his lap and asks. you bend down and use your racket to slice the tennis ball out from under osamu's palm, directing attention to the racket by tapping it against the ground.

you ask osamu, "heads or tails?"

a beat of expectant silence passes by the three of you, as the brothers wonder what you're getting at.

"...tails," osamu finally replies, and it almost sounds like he utters his words on bated breath as he looks at you. (or maybe that was just your ego getting to your head.)

you twirl your racket one more time and let it clatter to the ground. the sound reverberates in the now completely-silent space, as the miyas are frozen in place as they scan your every move.

heads.

you look at atsumu, and mustering up all the confidence from your inebriated system, you reach your hand up to lightly hold his jawline. his skin under your fingertips runs soft as you dare to start leaning in closer, and closer, and at the moment your lips brush the slightest bit, you feel his breath hitch.

for a second, you reconsider if now was the time to settle into desire, if this may all just wind up being a big mistake–

but then atsumu quickly gets fed up, and he finally closes the gap between you. before you know it, your eyes flutter closed as you get lost in how his mouth feels on yours. his kiss is relentless, leaving no room for you to catch your breath as he constantly makes sure you can feel as much of him against your lips as you can. it's like he doesn't want you thinking about anything but him, not on his watch.

yeah, this is definitely not a mistake.

after a few moments, you hear shuffling and the bench creaks under a new weight on your left, and suddenly you feel a hand on your left thigh–osamu's, no doubt.

you carefully pull back from you and atsumu's kiss, catching how atsumu's eyes remain lidded as his body involuntarily tries chasing after you, both of you letting out soft pants to try and breathe in much-needed air.

you turn your head to face osamu, and you follow how his eyes trace over your face and his teeth subtly gnaws at the inside of his bottom lip in an anxious state of anticipation. you take it as your sign to start leaning in towards him–your fingers still lingering on atsumu's face as you do so.

osamu's kiss is much softer, but deliberate nonetheless. he isn't afraid of pulling back a little bit, but it isn't long before he takes the initiative to gently trap your bottom lip between his teeth now and then, forcing content sighs out of you–this in itself almost eggs him on further to toy with you more.

and then the skin under your right hand's finger tips disappears, a pair of lips start to kisses your jaw, and a pair of hands starting to wander along the right side of your body.

now both miyas are all over you, their possessive hands almost competing in grasping at more of you than the other. that, combined with the feeling of lips on yours at the same time as lips trailing along the side of your neck, made your head buzz.

you felt giddy–you've only ever seen them playing on the same side of the court. but right now, they were opponents, but instead of fighting over some glass trophy or medal, they were trying to win your attention.

finally needing air, you pull away from osamu. when you open your eyes to see his face, his lips are swollen and even in the dark of night you can catch a glimpse of his pupils appear blown out.

those same eyes flick over to glance at his brother on your right, and before you can follow his gaze, osamu's going in for the left side of your neck.

in the dark you can feel every touch–two varying paces of lips working against your skin, bleached and dyed hair brushing along the underside of your jaw. there's hands on your thighs, hands on your waist, hands peeking just under the hem of your shirt, hands threading through their blonde and grey hair–

your phone starts to ring.

"oh shit–" you quickly stand up from between them, stumbling a little from the imbalance that comes with your current tipsy state. you feel around for your phone on the ground and by the time you locate it among the mess of duffels and rackets and empty bottles, you see a missed call and texts from a member of your team. they're wondering where you were, and telling you to wrap up and head to bed if you haven't already.

"s-sorry," you stutter out at the two boys, picking up your racket from where you left it on the ground and fumbling with the strap of your duffel, "i gotta go–thanks for... the drinks."

and all osamu and atsumu can do is dumbly nod as you leave them at the bench–lips slightly parted and hair messes, with star-stuck looks from them that you've grown quite accustomed to.

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