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thyme-in-a-bubble · 11 months ago

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tell me again that you hate me

a/n: i kinda just poured all of the filth ever into this one fic... you're welcome.

summary: “you know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.”

warnings: bully!stepbro!rafe cameron x virgin!reader, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, rafe is in college while reader is still in high school (everyone is over 18), blackmail, alcohol consumption, allusion to drug use, drunk driving, hidden cameras, panty stealing, references to somno, possessiveness, kissing, loss of virginity, size kink, belly bulge, pain kink, dirty talk, impact play, oral, pussyjob, just the tip, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, no aftercare and not really any foreplay, public sex, rafe is mean and pervy and dark but it's all fun because it's just a silly fantasy

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Your life had turned into a living nightmare.

You thought that when your high school bully graduated, you’d finally get rid of him. But little did you know what the future held in store, just who your own mother would decide to marry and what particular family you’d be forced to fuse with.

Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. Sure, when you’d first met him, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, but that was until he noticed you and truly showed you the notorious bully that he was. And now that he, the very person who had turned your teenage years into literal hell, had become your stepbrother, you couldn’t wait to get out of there, move halfway across the globe just to never see his face again.

It also didn’t help matters that you got situated in the room right next to his, even had to share a Jack and Jill bathroom with him.

Now what you didn’t know was how Rafe’s feelings truly were towards you. How he only started bullying you because you made him feel some type of way that no other chick did, but you came from the wrong side of the island, so getting those feelings out in the form of cruelty only seemed natural to a guy such as him. You had no idea that it was actually you whom he thought about every time he jerked off on the other side of that incredibly thin wall you shared, or even that his wicked fascination with you only seemed to grow now that you were a part of the family.

The impatient knocks were no use, so swiftly you swung the door to Rafe’s bedroom open. He was nowhere in sight, but before you could turn around to search for him in another place, the light that his computer monitor blared out into the space caught your eye.

Your vision however grew wide as soon as you saw the taboo tab that was open. It was porn, but not just any porn. The open page was littered with rows and rows of graphic videos that all fell under the stepsister search he had typed in.

Frozen in your stance, you wanted to sprint out of there, though at the same time, some part of you wanted to inch closer and snoop further.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” a voice blared from behind you and caused you to jump.

Skittering away from the desk, you spotted the familiar buzzcut standing in the doorway.

“I–, uh,” you swallowed and recalled the reason for your hunt, “my mom’s forcing me to go to that party at Topper’s tonight.”

“Okay, and?” he scoffed.

“And so, because I don’t really do that sort of thing–”

“Because you’re a fucking loser who never gets invited.”

“Because I have better things to spend my Friday nights doing, your father wanted you to keep an eye on me and to make sure I got home safe.”

The only way you were gonna get through the night was if you got as wasted as possible.

Which is exactly what you ended up doing.

When the clock chimed two, the raging headache you were developing from the blaring music convinced you to finally call it a night. You’d given it enough of a chance, enough experience to go home and state that partying simply wasn’t for you.

But if you didn’t find the literal demon of a stepbrother and let him complete his end of the bargain, then maybe your mom wouldn’t believe you alone and force you to go to another.

However, locating him turned out to be a much more difficult task than you’d thought. As you stumbled around the massive house, supporting your wobbly weight on the walls as you peeked into each of the rooms where some partygoers had migrated to, you soon dug your phone out of your jeans and dialled up his number.

It was on the third attempted call that you finally stumbled into him. Sitting with a random blonde on his lap and the remnants of a mysterious white powder dusting the coffee table separating you from him.

“There you are,” you grumbled, “I’ve been trying to call you!”

His expression turned sour as he noticed your presence, swiftly flipping his phone around as it layed on the table, though the caller ID that lit up the screen wasn’t of your name as your phone still buzzed in your palm to get through to him. Instead, it spelt out fleshlight in big bold letters.

“So, you have,” he exhaled, “what do you want?”

“I wanna go home,” you shoved your phone back in your pocket.

“So, go home. What do you want my fucking permission? Are you that obsessed with me?”

“You have to take me home,” you reminded him, though when he began to laugh in your face, you shot back, “or you can just deal with your dad yourself when you get home. Your choice if you wanna keep being in his good graces or not.”

That managed to shut him up. Though as he reluctantly pushed the blonde aside and got up from the couch, he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “fucking prude,” like a curse on the wind just before he marched passed you and grabbed a hold of your arm to drag you with him.

“Ow, Rafe, you’re hurting me!” you tried to tear yourself free of his grip.

“Oh, shut up you baby, no I’m not. You wanna feel what does hurt?” his long fingers then dug further into your flesh and caused it to actually ache, “this.”

As he pushed open the front door, you whined, “ow, please stop,” but when he finally did, he only traded the grasp out with a light shove to your shoulder, directing you further towards his parked car.

When you were planted in the passenger seat with your gaze firmly fixed out the window as the dark streets rolled by, you crossed your arms and mumbled, “I hate you…” gaining enough courage from the dizzying alcohol ravaging your system to utter it out loud.

“What was that?” Rafe cast a glance in your direction.

Twisting your neck to glare back at him, you hesitantly repeated, “I hate you,” though the faint flicker of bravery you’d acquired was snuffed out as swiftly as it ignited when you saw the smirk that bloomed on your stepbrother’s features.

“Aw, don’t tell me that, princess,” he chuckled, “you’ll just make me hard.”

Eyes widening, they briefly fluttered down to the crotch of his trousers before you blinked away, a reaction that was evidently satisfying enough for Rafe to cause him to keep going.

“But you probably wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway.”

“I know what to do,” you said defensively, though regretted your humouring him as soon as the words slipped out past your lips.

“Oh yeah? Just how would you know that? Everyone knows you’re a fucking virgin,” something he was to blame for, though that wasn’t a fact you ever had to know. You didn’t have to be aware of just how many times he had stopped guys from asking you out, just because he wanted you all to himself, “but are you secretly a perv, sis? Is that how you think you know what to do?”

“Don’t call me that,” you cringed lightly.

“What? A perv? Or sis? Don’t you wanna be reminded that you’re my stepsister?”

“Not particularly...”

As the car curved into the driveway to Tanny Hill, an offer suddenly rolled off Rafe’s tongue.

“You know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.”

Your mouth hung agape as the vehicle rolled to a stop, the sudden shift made you fear that your latest drink would come up again.

Utterly stunned, you couldn’t form a single word as you stared back at him.

“I mean, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” he went on, turning in his seat to gaze over at you, already undressing you with his eyes, “haven’t you always had the hots for me?”

“I–…” it felt as if the car was swaying around even though it stood completely still, “…I drank way too much tonight, and I think you might have as well.”

“You’re drunk?” darkness glinted in his eyes, “well, I honestly don’t know if I should be impressed or run inside and wake everyone up so you can get grounded for fucking ever,” he laughed.

“No!” you gasped, “You can’t tell them, please! I–…” you felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes and blur up your already hazy vision, “fuck!”

Leaning even further back in his seat, he cocked his head, “I mean, I could also keep it a secret…” the tip of his tongue mischievously slipped out to poke his lip, “for the right price, that is.”

“Seriously?” you glared back at him, “are you serious right now?”

Capturing your hand, he swiftly brought it to the palpable tent in his pants, “do I not seem serious?” his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to a squint.

Your lips parted in shock, stare flickering away from his eyes to spot how he ever so slightly pressed your palm down against him.

He was so hard that you could nearly feel his pulse through the fabric of his trousers.

“I mean, really I’d be helping you out,” your gaze stayed glued to how his broad hand engulfed your own a moment longer before you glanced up to find his unwavering stare once more, “so you should really thank me for both keeping your secret and doing you such a massive favour…”

As a shaky breath escaped your lungs, you whispered once more, “I hate you…”

But the proclamation only conjured a smile to appear on his lips, “tell me again,” and he leaned in a bit closer.

“I hate y–,” but you didn’t get the last bit out as Rafe then crashed his lips against yours.

It took a second for you to react with anything other than a surprised whimper, but when you did, it was slow and cautious compared to his boldness.

A string of saliva strung you together as he eventually parted from you. Offering himself a small caress, he pressed your palm down against him one last time before he let you go. His breathing was heavy as he momentarily let his thumb trace your bottom lip, briefly slipping it crudely in your mouth, before uttering, “get inside.”

Why, after all of this time, after all of the pain and torture he alone made you go through, why did he still have to give you butterflies the way that he did?

It was your room that he led you to, a hand ever rooted on you as you made the journey. At first, you thought it was because he saw the way you occasionally stumbled over your own feet, but perhaps it was just in case you wanted to make a run for it, just a precaution, a safety net already halfway over you.

“Take your clothes off,” he commanded in a cold tone as he shut the door behind you.

“W-what?” you turned to look back at him.

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he repeated, “take your clothes off,” though they came out sounding slightly impatient.

He palmed himself through his pants as you slowly began to strip. Though as you’d shyly peeled your t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, his voice halted you just as you began to undo your jeans.

“Stop,” his voice cut the thick air like a knife, “turn around when you pull those down,” you twisted away from him as your thumbs sank into either side of the waistband, “and do it slowly,” he made you put on a show, ogling as you gradually revealed the curve of your ass, “that’s it…” he nearly moaned as your pants crumbles to the floor, “bra and panties too, princess. Unless of course, you’re backing out of our deal already.”

Clenching your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and shed the rest, ignoring his soft wolf whistles and crude comments as you exposed yourself.

Slowly turning back around to face him, your hands were clasped before you out of sheer timidness and not knowing what to do with them.

“You gonna stand over there all night?” he raised his chin slightly.

When your feet stood rooted right before his seated position on the bed, your hands began to fiddle as he pulled his shirt over his head and caused your pulse to somehow beat even harder than it already did.

One of his palms then scooped up your stomach and briefly grabbed one of your tits before scooping you closer, “come here,” and utilised his leverage to toss you down on the bed beside him, “let me get a good look at you.”

Grabbing for the bedsheets as the mattress momentarily bounced beneath your spine, you blinked up at Rafe as he sat next to you, twisting his form and craning down to near your core.

You tried to clamber your legs shut, embarrassed for what his cruel reaction might be, but he was not only faster, but stronger than you, and grabbed a hold of your thighs. As he split you apart, his lips curled up into a grin.

“Look at you… fuck,” he let out a short chuckle, “this is gonna be fun.”

A gasp curled out of your frame as he then grazed his thumb over your folds, smearing some of the mortifying wetness that seeped out and made you feel even more intoxicated than you already were. He lightly spread you apart and studied intently your dripping pussy, how it looked, how it glistened and how your little hole twitched when he lightly circled your clit.

“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he rubbed your puffy pearl with a mean lightness that caused your hips to buck slightly, “you like it when your big stepbrother touches you like this?” but when you didn’t reply, he reached down and grabbed your jaw, angling it for you to meet his eye, “answer me.”

“I–… y-yes,” you quietly admitted, feeling as if you were in some strange dream.

“Of course you do, you dirty little girl,” he bent down again to gaze at your pussy a little too close for your taste, “I knew you were a slut since the moment I met you.”

Letting go of your face, he then snaked his free hand down to give himself an ounce of relief.

“You know, part of me doesn’t even wanna prep you with my fingers first,” he smirked and let his fingertips sweep down to tickle your entrance, “I like the idea of not stretching you out first and letting my cock do all the work, let it feel just how tiny and pure you are for me.”

“But isn’t that gonna hurt?” your breath caught in your throat. Sure, you’d played with yourself nearly till your hands fell off, but that idea still managed to scare you.

“God, I hope so,” he groaned and briefly leaned down to press a hot kiss to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and sloppily making out with it.

When he then stood up and pulled his pants down, your jaw nearly hit the floor as well when you saw how thick his dick was. Fat and veiny, curving proudly up towards his abs.

Seizing your hips, Rafe yanked you closer to where he stood, nearly letting your ass dangle over the edge of the mattress.

“Wait,” you suddenly reached out to touch his forearm as he gave himself a few lavish strokes, staring down at your cunt, comparing the obscene size of him to your puff, “what about a condom?” you squeaked as he flicked his leaking tip down to tap your core.

Sucking in a fierce breath through his nose, he glared down at you and shot back, “what about you shut the fuck up and just be grateful,” before he sent his open palm down to smack your pussy.

“Ah! I’m sorry, I just–, fuck!” you shuttered beneath him as he soothed the slap with the nudge of his length, rubbing it against you and teasing your cunt before he started sweeping it through your folds, nearly fucking your soppy slit, the tip of him kissing your little pearl on each silky advance.

A dollop of spit dropped from his lips and joined the mess he already tickled at between your parted legs.

“It’s too big…” you murmured as you stared down at how his fat girth parted your pretty petals, though the observation only conjured a smile on Rafe’s lips, “maybe you could just put the tip in?” you tried through your foggy mind, “that would still count.”

A rumbling chuckle bubbled out of him as he stared down at the two of you together, “just the tip…” his movements then grew more erratic as he slid through your folds, “is that all you think your little virgin cunt can handle?” shy gasps escaped you every time he deliberately let his cock catch at your opening, “just the tip?”

As he slowly pressed just the flush head of his length in to breach your entrance, your brows crinkled up at the mind-numbing stretch.

“Like that, baby?” he only moved ever so slightly, “is that all you think you can handle?” and you nodded foggily in return. But as you let your eyes flutter shut and breathed through the staggeringly wonderful sensation, Rafe’s voice once again washed over you, “nah,” like a splash of cold water while you were licking up warm sun rays, “that’s not good enough. This is,” and he then slammed the entirety of his length into you.

Your eyes instantly shot back open and your legs curled up even further on either side of you at the shock.

“What?” he cooed at you mockingly as he slowly dragged his dick back out for just the memory to remain, “does it hurt?”

You were a blubbering and cursing mess, trembling beneath him as your pussy tried to accommodate him.

“Come on, princess,” he bent down over you and let his nose ghost against yours, “tell me that it hurts.”

“It h-hurts,” you whimpered as his hot breath fanned across your blazing cheeks.

It did sting, a lot, but though you hated to admit it, a part of you loved it, a part of you sank even further into the pit of pleasure he so slowly dunked you into.

“Tell me that it’s too big for you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as he plugged you back up.

Your body shook beneath his every time he moved as much as a millimetre inside you, “i-it’s too big.”

Letting out a low moan of satisfaction, he then leaned down to press his lips to yours, stealing your breath away even further.

You tried, but couldn’t really focus on kissing him back, not that he seemed to mind much as he moaned into your mouth, soon letting his sloppy kisses dance over your cheek and down your neck, letting hickeys bloom in his wake and mark up your skin like a brand.

As he sucked down on the spot where your pulse went wild beneath the skin, his hips drove against yours harder, causing them to collide in a sticky smack, as well as letting the tip of him bully the deepest part of you. He didn’t just do it once, but kept it up as he enjoyed the little squeaks you let out every time he bumped against your cervix.

Kissing his way back up to your lips, he only offered them the briefest of pecks before raising himself off of you, just ever so slightly, and one by one, grabbed your already wide-spread legs and rested each one of them onto his broad shoulders, efficiently folding you in half.

“H-holy shit,” you panted as the mattress rippled beneath you at every one of his rough thrusts, “Rafe–”

“Yeah?” he smirked down at your melted form, the vein in his forehead popping from the strain, “are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on your big bro’s dick?” one of his hands swept up to squeeze your tit, then gave it a swift tap before growling, “come on, princess. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. Do it, I fucking dare you. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

You almost screamed as you tumbled over the edge, your head curling to the side to hide yourself in the crumbled duvet beneath you as your pussy gushed all over his fat girth.

“Oh, fuck,” Rafe croaked as he straightened back up to get a good view. Pulling out of you, he briefly flicked his dick through your folds to urge more of your nectar to leak out, before he slid it back inside and asked in amazement, “you ever squirted before?”

Trembling from the overstimulation, your eyes rolled in your skull as you shakily mumbled, “maybe twice, I think.”

“Such a good fucking slut,” he growled proudly, “squirting all over me like a proper whore. Just look at you,” his grip dented your thighs as he pressed them further down against the bed, “you’re already a pretty little cockdrunk mess.”

“I–, I–,” you blubbered as you felt drool begin to trickle down your cheek.

“Oh, fuck,” he then groaned, glancing down at where he split you apart, “hold your legs back,” he requested, though had to help your sluggish hands find their way, “look at this, baby,” he scooped a palm behind your head and ushered you to spot what he had noticed. Splaying a wide hand over the lower part of your stomach, he traced the faint bulge that rhythmically appeared, “sure as fuck not a virgin anymore, are you? Fucking ruining that perfect little pussy of yours. Now that’s how you pop a fucking cherry. Aren’t you happy I was in such a charitable mood tonight?” he then pressed down on the imprint rudely, the overwhelming sensation causing your pussy to drizzle a little more around him, “aren’t you, sis?”

“Yes,” you mewled, feeling as if you were floating on a cloud and not getting your guts rearranged.

“You’d let me do anything I’d fucking want, wouldn’t you?” he smirked down at your dazed form.

“Y-yes,” the word flowed out of you, though you couldn’t quite comprehend all of his dirty talk any longer.

“Hold on,” he briefly slowed down and stretched over to reach a small apprentice obscured and hidden in all of the cluttered decor on your nearby dresser. Turning it in his hand, he pointed the discrete camera down to film you, “say it again,” he picked his pace back up, “tell me that you’ll let me do anything I want to you.”

“Anything,” the words bubbled out through your moans, “anything you want.”

“Say that you’re my little slut.”

“I’m yours–, I-I’m your s-slut.”

Tilting the hidden camera down to get a few close-ups, his voice then seeped into you once more, “now tell me again that you hate me.”

One of your hands fluttered down and began to rub your puffy clit.

“I hate you.”

“Again,” he reached down to give your left nipple a harsh pinch.

“I hate you.”

“Keep going, princess.”

And the more times the phrase flowed out past your lips, the more it began to lose its meaning and morph into just another sound, one that was almost akin to the complete opposite kind of proclamation.

Just like you barely noticed when Rafe dug out the hidden camera, so too did you miss it when he put it back down, obscured somewhere among your things, possibly not even the only one.

When you came once again, Rafe didn’t so much as pause when you creamed around his cock and drenched the sheets beneath you that much further.

“There you fucking go,” he sent a palm down to smack the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, “god, you’re so hot. I can’t believe you actually let me do this,” he grinned as your fingers stretched out to graze his wild hips, trying and failing to slow him down, “you’re such a little freak,” he glanced down at the ring of your essence that marked the base of his throbbing cock, “so fucking nasty for your stepbrother. I bet you’d even let me keep using you after you fall asleep. I mean, who’s to say I haven’t already,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking cute when you sleep. No annoying remarks, no dumb comments… I think I might prefer you that way…” his slamming grew sloppy as he soon moaned, “fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Pull out,” you begged through your hazy pants.

And just when you thought he wouldn’t respect your wishes, he yanked out and furiously stroked himself before your winking and wrecked hole as it slowly retraced from the severe stretch. Moaning loudly, he swiftly painted your pussy with his load, getting it all over your puffy petals till he was panting above you. One hand rested on your thigh as he brushed the sensitive head of his cock over the cream, messily tapping the hefty weight of him against your aching clit and making you jump a few times as he smeared it in.

Throwing himself down on the bed beside you, he let out a long sigh and said, “you’re welcome.”

You felt like you couldn’t move, like you might never be able to move again. Your breath still came in ragged as the only thing you could focus on was the sore throbbing centred at your core, that blossomed out through the rest of your nerves.

“Well,” Rafe huffed as he soon lifted himself up to a sitting position, “night,” and without another word, slipped out through your shared bathroom into his own bedroom.

“I can’t believe they made you take me,” you grumbled as you watched Rafe shadow you in the clothing store, “I could have just gone to the mall on my own.”

“You don’t have a car though–, also, why are you the one complaining? I’m the one being forced to go fucking shopping with you of all people.”

Somehow, for some mysterious reason, since you’d moved into Tanny Hill, your collection of underwear had shrivelled down till you barely had enough to get you through the week. Guess that was the price you had to pay for letting someone else do your laundry, though you’d always assumed it would more just be a single sock that commonly vanished in the wash…

When you dipped into the fitting room to try a few of the gathered options on, you only managed to test out two of them before the curtain slid back open and you swiftly scrambled to cover yourself.

“Rafe!” you let out a hushed screech, “what do you think you’re–”

“Try these on,” he handed you a wide stack of hangers. It wasn’t just underwear dangling from them, but also some clothing, though all of it way too revealing than you were used to.

Glancing down at them, you refused to grasp the items and simply stated in a clear tone, “no.”

Letting out a low sigh, he then turned to close the curtain back up before he twisted back to face you, “do you need me to have a little talk with your mom and my dad?” he took a few steps towards you, slowly pushing you into the corner by the tall mirror.

Glaring back at him through your pout, you huffed, “no…”

You stayed in the corner as he then hung the clothing up on the hooks before taking a seat on the small stool where your purse was resting before he swept it to the floor.

“Are you just gonna sit there and watch?”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “it’s boring as shit out there. At least in here, I might get a moderate amount of entertainment.”

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly began to try the attire on.

“I hate thongs,” you muttered as you tugged a pair into place over your hip, trying not to catch your stepbrother’s stare as his gaze wandered from your reflection to the perfect view he had of your backside.

“I recall you hate a lot of things you still don’t hesitate to jump on.”

“Whatever,” you sighed, “you have your fun, enjoy this little fashion show, but I’m sure as hell not getting any of these.”

“Well, good,” he uttered demeaningly, “because I’m buying them for you.”

Catching his eye in the mirror, you told him, “I’m still not wearing them. You can’t make me.”

“Yeah,” he puffed out a smirk, “we’ll see about that,” and then tore his gaze away from you to gesture to one of the hangers, “try that dress on, but keep the pink thong on underneath, only the thong though.”

You had to shut your eyes in annoyance a moment before you fulfilled his request, soon standing before him in a scantily cut, pastel mini dress, crafted in a fabric so thin that you could see the faint shadow of your nipples poking through them, especially after they’d turned all pebbly after Rafe had torn that privacy curtain to the side.

“You happy now?” you turned to face him and propped your hands on either side of your hips.

“Hm,” he cockily pursed his lips as his gaze studied you, “I was right…”

Your brows stayed furrowed till you watched his palm slide down to squeeze himself through his shorts.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, eyes growing wide.

“You do look hot in normal clothes.”

“I don’t think any of this is normal…”

“I think it’s time you learned how to suck a cock,” he suddenly announced, eyes still glued to the dress’ low neckline as he unzipped his slacks.

“Rafe…” you breathed.

His eyes flickered up to find yours, “get on your knees,” he tilted his head, “come on, princess. You’ll love it, trust me.”

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gremlingottoosilly · 2 years ago

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I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin.

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm.

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after.

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well.

— I’ll find something to eat, alright?

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged.

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you.

— Ah…your father is at home?

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was.

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you.

— You didn’t tell him about me?

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly.

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh.

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart.

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home.

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed.

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen.

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid.

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished.

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel.

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son.

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl.

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it?

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years.

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like.

— Ja. You can have it.

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it.

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you.

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him.

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home.

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you.

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom.

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you.

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet.

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz.

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce.

— What do you mean by this, sir?

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally.

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid.

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship.

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you.

König is.

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you.

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man.

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this.

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father.

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too.

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir.

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing.

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all.

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks.

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies.

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right?

You look like a good candidate.

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz.

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left.

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here.

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body.

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him.

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is.

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway.

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all.

— I don’t want to break his heart.

— He doesn’t have one.

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it.

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted.

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game.

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later.

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum.

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please”

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable.

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later.

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before.

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people.

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right.

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore.

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid.

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second.

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this.

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it.

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed.

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good.

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father.

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it?

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul.

— I’ll tell him.

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck.

— I need to return to my dorm.

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja?

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right.

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen.

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked.

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are.

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja?

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes.

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PERSONAS ,, 이제노

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ jeno is surprised by your persona... both of them ヾ

PORNSTAR!이제노・ CAMGIRL!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ wc ・ 6.4k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

𓂃 🎞️ content warning... sex on film, rough-ish sex, oral sex ( M ), unprotected sex, facial

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 finally did a fic based on this photoshoot , doesn’t he look like a 80’s pornstar?

camgirling was only supposed to be something you did for fun, and the cash you got from it wasn't too bad either — you never expected to blow up like you did, the people really liked you.

when you first started it was slow, but that didn't last long and soon you gained a small following. it wasn't until you did a face reveal that you blew up — the fans loved you; that day alone you gained 100k new followers. from that day on you only grew more; more money rolled in which granted you the ability to move into a bigger apartment, pay off your debts and live comfortably without stress.

“it's your persona” your friends would say; you weren't shy about you did for work; you felt like you didn't need to be — no you weren't telling a stranger on the street you did camgirling , but you didn't hide it from your friends. “you're a walking porn trope.” donghyuck; your best friend said. “innocent girl next door look , but we all saw you deepthroat a 6in dildo without gagging.”

that should've offended you but you were used to it. “yeah , that pigmented blush bows and wide puppy dog eyes is cute and all, but it's that and the fact that you bounced on a 7in strap-on attached to a stuffed bear that turns people on.” ryujin said. “you have a face for porn.”

“is there a difference?” your friends looked at you. “duh , of course!” haechan said. “camgirling is mostly done in the comfort of your own home , low production.” he said. “porn is different, with porn there's a script almost like a movie with a crew , and another actor.” you and ryujin both looked at each other. “uh you seem real passionate about that…” he shrugged. “I'm a man of course i do , that's why i know you would be perfect for porn.”

“what would i get out of bad acting in room full of men with hardon watching me be badly fucked by another macho man on viagra and red bull?” you scoffed. “expect a sore clit and a cumshot to the face that tastes like battery acid?” ryujin looked around the cafe where you were sitting , making sure no one heard the conversation. “would you both keep it down?”

“more money, a new following.” he responded nonchalantly , your ears perked up. “go on.” you said now listening. “well the website you use now, it's big but it's niche , only a few new visitors monthly.” he started. “you do one porn video with a good actor with a good following , bingo! you get a new following from his following and it reaches a bigger audience who stumble across your video.” you had to admit although he was loud and you're pretty sure the sweet old lady walking past heard everything, he talked a big game.

“what are you a porn star scout?” ryujin laughed while taking a sip of her hot chocolate. “wait is that a thing?” he asked, you shook your head. “that does sound good, my rent just went up and there's a new pair of shoes that have been sitting in my cart.” you said. “yn don't do porn for a pair of louboutins and rent , get a roommate.” ryujin said, trying to be the voice of reason. “would you do it?” you asked her.

“i love you so i would never lie to you.” she said. “yeah , give me the script.” the three of you busting out into a fit of laughter. “plus if you don't like it then you can easily go back to camgirling.” she said. “and i don't think all male pornstars are bad.”

“and you know this how?” she looked at you. “you think i don't watch porn?” she questioned. “the acting? horrible but who's watching porn for the plot.” haechan raised his hand. “haechan be fucking for real.” you snickered. “what big dick delivery man and hot lonely milf is a work of art.” he said with a serious face. “oh he serious i think.” ryujin said. “that's the scary thing.”

“you know not all the acting is bad either.” ryujin spoke up. “yeah jeno is good even my dick gets hard when i listen to him speak.” you choose to ignore him. “who's jeno.” you asked. “you don't know jeno? the lee jeno, he's huge in the porn world.” ryujin said, you scoffed. “sorry im not familiar with the ryan reynolds of porn.” you said. “you think ryan reynolds would do porn?”

“lee jeno is a huge pornstar; he doesn't even just do porn , he's a model, he walks on runways as well , he's invited into classy spaces despite showing the world his dick.” the girl explained. “and i heard the girls he fucks on camera…” she said. “those orgasms are real.” haechan nodded in agreement. “i heard that too.”

“if you could get with him, you'd be set.” you rolled your eyes. “if he's as good as you say why the fuck would he film a video with me?” you scoffed. “pussy is pussy and money is money.” ryujin shrugged , the horrified worker walked past making the three of you laugh. “my god ryu , you sound like a man.”

“check him out; i swear you'll understand why he's famous.”

“come in , come in.” you flashed a smile to the camera; this wasn't a camgirl video, but a regular live that you sometimes did because your fans wanted you to — for what? you don't question, they pay you to just talk half naked. “how was everyone's day?”

you read through the comments; thanking the commenters for the donations. “what did i do today?” you read off. “well i ran some errands, got a few new toys.” you smirked. “oh and i had some coffee with some friends.” you said. “they told me i have a face for porn.”

the comments blew up with people agreeing. “i guess you guys agree as well.” you giggled playing into that act they loved so muched, reading more comments.

6inchking. what i would do to film a video with you.

user34.52. fuck yes , i would kill to see you fuck someone else.

allsizesmatter. you should film with lee jeno.

“oh? i keep hearing that name, my friends said the same thing.” you said. “is he really that good? maybe i should watch some of his videos.” you said, rolling your eyes at the comments that were in disbelief that you watched porn. “guys don't be ridiculous , why wouldn't i watch porn?” you laughed, grabbing your phone. “let's look him up.”

you typed into the search bar; waiting for the screen to load. “let's see if he lives up to what everyone says he is.” the screen finally loading, the most finest fucking man popping up on your screen. “oh he's really good looking.” you said scrolling through the many pictures. “really good looking.” you almost forgot you were on live — not only was his face godly , it looked like he was sculpted by the gods himself.

user24.52. look at her , already turned on just by his photos.

user22.63. to be looked at by her liked that.

“guys stop.” you giggled, cheeks red. “he is cute though.” you said. “im already so tired from the day.” you said; and yes you were tired, but you also wanted to watch on of his videos. “am i gonna watch one of his videos?” you smiled innocently , before shrugging. “i guess you guys will never know will you.” you blew a kiss to the camera. “bye bye.” you turned the camera off.

after that you wasted no time, climbing into your bed. your phone in your hand as you get comfortable, reaching over into your nightstand grabbing your rose toy; taking off your panties , pulling down your bra , sighing as the wind hit your nipples. “fuck.” you scrolled through jenos account— he had 5.5 million followers; way more than your messily 345k, he was a big deal.

you scrolled through his videos , settling on the most recent one. clicking the video — normally you'd skip the whole “acting scene” but this guy was known for his good acting so you decided to see for yourself.

you were a little bored at first, but as the scene went on you came to the realization that it was one of the best scenes you'd ever watched when watching porn, even though the actress was good , it almost seemed like regular video — besides the bright production lights and 4k hd cameras , and the fact that the beautiful actress herself was dressed in expensive lingerie and heels. her makeup done to the nines.

and then there was jeno; he was just as fine on video than in camera. his voice alone had you itching to touch yourself, which you did— fingers ghosting over your nipples; eyes closing. you almost forgot about the video, until you heard moaning. you opened your eyes to jeno sticking his cock into the girl. believe it or not , you weren't fucking just anyone , you actually only had sex with a few people , but their sizes compared to his were vastly different.

you understood why he was so famous; jeno was extremely good at his job. it was like you were watching a real couple fuck in their bed; jeno was rough; but not like those horrible videos where it looked like the girl wasn't enjoying it — the way the actresses eyes were crossed, it looked like she was very much enjoying it.

you curled your fingers up into your g-spot, thrusting your fingers in and out of your dripping hole. your moans , jenos and the actresses filled your empty room. you wanted to drop the phone and just finish already, desperate to cum , but you couldn't, it was like you were in a trance. the actress came with a loud scream. “oh fuck.” you moaned as jeno brought the girl to her knees , cumming all over the girls face — lord how you wished it was you.

your legs crossed over your hand as you came, back arching off the bed. “fuck!” you sighed as you came down from your high , the next random video playing on your phone. you turned it off , desperately trying to catch your breath. he had this effect on you and all you did was watch his videos.

getting up to clean yourself off; washing your body and your hair. getting out , drying off. you threw on an oversized shirt not bothering to put on underwear, it was just you. grabbing a snack before making your way back to bed to watch tv.

meanwhile a few miles away; jeno sat in his chair scrolling through his feed. he hated night shoots , everyone was tired and ready to go home. the actress today just wasn't good , her acting sucked , she was bitching about everything; how she hated the script; how the outfit was ugly — how she wanted him to cum. he was all for women wanting to what they wanted , but damn how was it his fault he wasn't turned on enough to cum as much as she wanted.

“jeno?” his manager and best friend jaemin , walked into his dressing room. “is it time to go?” he said, not looking up. “well … no, she's still complaining, something about you being too big.” jeno smirked. “so we're figuring that out now.” he said. “can we just sat fuck this shoot and go home?” he said. “im doing them a favor, i don't need the money.” he said. “yeah sure.” jaemin said. “what can they do?” he told the assistant on hand to tell them they were leaving. “what did you want?” he said, putting on his sweats. “when? oh to just show you this.”

he pulled the sweatshirt over his head; taking the phone from his friend's hand. “what am i looking at, who is this girl?” he stared at the screen , watching you talk. “she's cute , new girlfriend?”

“i don't date, she's a camgirl.” he scoffed at his friend. “her?” he looked at you once again. “stop fucking around her?” you looked so innocent, dressed like a doll , cute makeup, cheeks extremely pink from blush, normally jeno thinks that makeup look is crazy, but you made it work. “she doesn't even look like she's seen a porn film.”

“not everything is what it seems my friend look.” he clicked another video— and he swore he was watching another girl. “did she just?” jeno was shocked. “yes , she did.” his friend smirked while he stared in shock as he watched you take a 9in toy down your throat without gagging. “no gag reflex , if she has a boyfriend he's a lucky fucking bastard.”

jeno pushed the phone away; not that he didn't want to see it, but he also didn't want to cum in his pants to a video in front of his friend. “why are you showing me this?” he said. “you know i don't do camming.”

“yeah , but people want you both to collaborate. apparently she talked about you today and the internet is going crazy.” jaemin said. “she has good following , not as big as yours , but that shouldn't even matter , bro she doesn't have a gag reflex , i’d do it for fun.” jeno picked his bag up, slinging it over his shoulder. “does she even have a manager? does she even want to do porn? why am i asking the questions that i pay you to already have answered before coming to me?”

“she's a independent artist i think, but I'm sure she'd answer a dm.” jeno lifted his eyebrow. “yeah , because she'd answer a random message asking her does she want to do porn , bro she gets those messages daily.” he said. “im sure i could work it out.” he said. “well then come back to me when you do.” jeno slapped his friends chest. “now let's go im hungry.” he said. “i’ll send you that link to the full video , you have to see it.”

“which one did you watch?” haechan asked. “why are we having this conversation right now?” you said cheeks red. “you've literally told us about how you — the recent one.” you interrupted ryujin before she embarrassed you. “i watched the recent one.” she nodded. “oh that one is good, that actress is hot.” she said , hyuck nodding in agreement. “she is.”

“she was, they both were.” you said. “and the acting was good , i actually watched it.” haechan pointed. “told you sometimes the plot just hits.”

“i thought i was watching a couple fucking, either one , that actress is in the wrong business or two , he's a good fucker and she wasn't acting.” you said. “she actually looked excited for him to cum on her.” you could still hear the moans playing in your head. “okay snap out of it , no one wants to watch you get turned on in public.” ryujin said , haechan scoffed. “speak for yourself.”

you laughed , your phone buzzing making you break away from the conversation; it was a message from twitter dm. you ignored it , thinking it was a normal everyday dm from a fan. you sat your phone down only for it to go off multiple times. “girl you got a boyfriend we don't know about? who the hell is texting you like that?” ryujin picked up your phone. “probably a weird fan, im gonna close my dms”

that didn't stop ryujin from clicking the messages, ready to troll the person. “oh girl , i don't think so.” she handed you the device back. “what is it?”

reading through the text messages. “what is it , don't leave me out.” haechan whined. “it's from jenos manager.” ryujin said , haechan sat up from his seat. “what let me see.” he snatched the phone. “oh my god , jeno wants to film with you.” he said. “it's like the porn gods answered us.”

“must you act like a neanderthal? it's probably a fake account.” haechan clicked the account. “it's verified and there's pictures of them together , they seem close.” he said. “he wants you to call him , he gave you a number to call.” he gave you back the phone. “oh my god let's go back to yours so you can call.”

they basically dragged you back to your apartment after that, forcing you to call the boy. “you both have to shut the fuck up if i put it on speaker.” you said typing down the number into the keypad. “probably about to call a random guy just so he can jerk off to my voice.” you pushed the call button. “don't you do that already.” you scoffed. “yeah but i get paid for it.”

the three of you sitting around the bed waiting for them to answer. “hello?” you picked up the phone. “is this na jaemin?” you said. “yes is this yn? i know your voice— wait, not like that.” your two friends snickered. “it's fine, i almost didn't call you, i thought you were a weird fan.”

“understandable; it's probably a weird text , but it me and everything i sent was true.” he said. “it is?” your eyes widened. “s-so he really does want to film with me?” you asked. “yes , he does.” you wanted to squeal , but you didn't want to seem desperate. “oh that's cool.” you said. “oh that's cool?” ryujin whispered to herself. “shut up.” you gritted through your teeth. “excuse me.”

“oh nothing.” you said. “oh okay, well first thing, we set up a meeting with you both.” he said. “just so when you film it won't be too awkward , then we film.”

“that's it?” you said. “that's it , you both show up to film, we'll provide everything else for you.” you looked at your friends who nodded their heads. “how does that sound?” he said. “i guess that's fine.” you said. “great! i’ll let him know, are you free tomorrow?”

“tomorrow? uh yeah sure im free.” you said. “great i'll send the address where to meet us see you tomorrow!” you hung up the phone. “oh my god i can't believe that just happened.” you tossed the phone down on the bed. “this is crazy , you get to film with lee jeno.” haechan said. “i almost want to be in your shoes.”

the next day you got ready for the meeting; putting on your best outfit — so you wouldn't feel so nervous, and maybe to impress them a little. jaemin had sent you the address the night before and lucky for you it was in walking distance from your place. “im almost there's , so I'll call you back when it's over.” you said the restaurant in your view. “you better and be careful , just cause there hasn't been a serial killer porn star, doesn't mean there can't be one.” ryujin ordered. “okay im here.”

you quickly said your goodbyes, before hanging up. you reached for the door , walking into the restaurant. you looked down at your phone, ready to send the man a text when someone tapped your shoulders. “yn?”

“oh hi.” you smiled. “i was just about to text you.” you put your phone away. “you're right on time , jeno is over there.” he said “let's go.” your hands were sweating from nerves as you approached the table , the man himself coming into view. “don't be nervous, he's not as intimidating as he looks on camera.” he said. “jeno.”

the boy looked up from his phone; and he almost did a double take. you really didn't look like what you did for work; gorgeous? yes. but he just couldn't see you doing what he saw you do the night before. “oh shit.” he stood up. “hey.” he said , holding his hands out. you reached for his hand , shaking it. “h-hi.”

“both of you sit down , sit down and get comfortable.” jaemin said. “before i give you some space , let's go over the details.” he sat down. “okay.” you smiled.

jeno didn't need to listen; jaemin would just repeat it over for him — instead he just looked at you, studying you. he watched you fiddle with your nails while listening to his friend intently. his eyes traveling down to your lips, biting the bottom one. “jeno?” jaemin knocked him out of his thoughts. “what?” he watched you shuffle in your seat. “i said you understand all that?”

“yeah , yeah i do.” he said. jaemin knew he didn't , but he'd explain later. “we filming on wednesday, it will only take one day , but it's a all day shoot is that fine?” you nodded. “of course.” you said. “that works for me.”

“good , now i'll give you both some time to get to know each other.” he stood up. “i’ll get you both some food as well.” he walked away. “thank you.” you called out, it fully hit you that you were left alone with jeno again , he smirked watching you shy away once again. “i guess this is the real you.”

“h-huh?” you asked , he sat up; putting his elbows on the table, watching you. “the bows really do change how one would look at you.” your hand came to your head. “no , keep them in , don't take them out.” your hands immediately went to your lap. “cute.”

“me-me?” you gulped. “is anyone else sitting there love?” your cheeks were flushed , to jeno it was like your already pink cheeks were now red. “here you guys go.” jaemin came back with two plates. “i ordered enough steak for you to share , and some pasta.” he said. “i’ll leave you two , jeno play nice , she's perfect for this and we don't need you scaring her off.”

“go ahead.” he said. “eat.” you picked up the fork nervously, picking up a slice of the meat. “now put to your mouth and eat it.” it felt like he was gonna eat you alive , you put the steak to your mouth , biting it. “good girl , i can already tell im gonna like you.”

“so tell me , why'd you want to do this?” jeno asked. “do-do what?” you asked. “do I need to spell it out baby , porn what made you want to do this?” he said. “most camgirls stick to that.” you sat the fork down , taking a sip of water. “well it's kinda stupid.” you said , he waved you off. “tell me.” he said. “well my friends told me i’d be good at it.” you said. “and you just listened to them?” he raised his eyebrows. “you must agree with them.”

“i guess.” you said. “i didn't really understand what they meant by that.” he sat back listening. “i do.” he really did , truth is jeno spent the night before watching your past streams , and fuck did you put on a performance. he had to force himself to put his phone down before he started shooting blanks , his hands and his cock covered in his cum as your moans played over and over on his phone. “well why do you do it?”

“me?” he asked , shrugging. “because i like to fuck.” he laughed, watching your eyes widen. “don't look so surprised baby it's really not that surprising,” he said. “i like to fuck and i like making money , why not do both?” jeno never wanted to be a pornstar , his main dream was to be a model , turns out it wasn't that easy — but it was easy to pick up a camera and film himself fucking. “b-but you're a model , you don't need to do this.”

“you're right i don't , but here we are.” he eyed you up and down , eyes shamelessly stopping at your bust. “just like you.” he said. “y-yeah.”

“you've watched a few of my videos haven't you?” he asked. “i watched yours.” you wanted to lie , but how could you when he was being so truthful. “a few.” you gulped. “so you know im not gonna go easy on you right?” the way he talked so confidently it sent shivers down your spine. “but im sure you can take it right?” your body hot. “i mean im bigger than what you've taken but im sure you can learn to take it right?”

“i can take it.” you said, quickly covering your mouth. “yeah? let's see on thursday.” he bit his lip. “give me your phone.” he said. “here.” you handed it to him. “you listen well , i fucking love that.” he typed down his number. “i don't give my number out to every actress.” he said, handing you your phone back , jaemin returning back to the table. “we have to go soon.”

“that's too bad , we were just getting to know each other.” reaching for your card. “relax , im paying.” jeno said. “i-i have money.” you said. “i'm sure you do , but i didn't ask.” he said. “yn do you need a uber?” jaemin asked, but you were too busy making googly eyes at jeno. “oh no , i-i live a few minutes away.” jaemin nodded. “well it was nice to meet you , why don't you head out first and we'll stay behind and settle this.” you smiled. “thank you.”

“just show up on wednesday as you are ready to film.” you nodded. “of course!” you smiled, about to walk away when jeno grabbed your hand. “your phone love.” you took it from his hands. “thank you.” and just like that , the boys watched you leave out. “you done making googly eyes?” jaemin said. “can i take you home so i can get to my date?” jeno rolled his eyes. “hey don't get upset with me, nothing stopped you from following behind her and getting a pre show of wednesday.”

wednesday came quick; you have a busy few days before — you wanted everything perfect , getting your hair done; waxing your eyebrows and other areas. you hadn't used the number jeno gave you , scared to use it , even though your friends encouraged you too. “you're about to have his cock inside you , this phone call would be nothing.”

still you didn't budge; it probably didn't even bother the boy, he could've easily called someone else.

the production had arranged for a car to pick you up from your place to take you to a location; you read the script on the way there , it was a simple script since it was your first project on this scale — something about neighbors. it really didn't matter to you, you were excited but nervous. “we're here miss.” it was an actual house; a nice one.

you got up to the car , thanking the driver. “okay.” you said to yourself. “let's do this.” you said, the door was open so you just walked in , people running around, cameras and lights everywhere. “you must be yn?” a woman came up to you. “hi?” you said. “you are?” she smiled. “im kim , I run the production company that films the videos jeno is in.” she said. “you do?”

“yes i do; is it a little weird because im a woman?” you shook your head. “no of course not!” you said she laughed. “we're all about comfortability, to make sure you and the actor are both comfortable.” she said. “jeno is already on set , he's normally never here early.” she said. “actually he's normally late.” she said. “but enough about him , let's get you to your dressing room.”

she guided you to your room, opening the door. “this is your first shoot so i wanted to make sure everything was perfect.” she held your back guiding you in. “we have a stylist that will help you , along with make up who will make you even more beautiful.” she was extremely nice. “thank you so much.” you said. “don't worry about it , just get relaxed and ready to film some scenes.” she said. “the stylist will be in here soon , make-up as well.”

she left you alone after that , you looked around the room , she laid out a display of snacks that made you smile — your phone ringing , you took it out of your pocket , furrowing your eyebrows at the unrecognizable number. “so your phone does work.” you recognized the room , whipping around. “je-jeno.”

he walked into the room. “it's been a busy week.” you said. “yeah?” you nodded. “you aren't wearing the bows today,” he said. “gonna tell the stylist to change that.” you nervously took a step back. “i like the bows , let's put them in the movie.” you nodded. “ok-okay.” he was close enough to smell his cologne. “relax , im not gonna bite.” he said. “at least not now.” you squeaked as he pressed against you. “later im not promising anything.”

“i could definitely take you right here right now.” he confessed. “give you a quick training on taking me before later.” he said, his body looming over you. “but i kinda want to wait until later.” he smirked , your knees almost buckling under you. “let's wait until later, yeah?” he said. “ye-yeah.” you sighed in relief when he stepped back , finally letting you breathe. “i’ll see you in a bit love.”

you didn't have time to process what just happened before the stylist and the makeup artist both shuffled in. “out jeno out we have to get her ready.” he was quickly pushed out. “gosh.” the stylist said. “he's never here this early all of sudden he's early.” the makeup artist turned to you. “well there's the reason right there, you are gorgeous.” you smiled. “th-thank you.”

“let's get you ready.”

the outfit wasn't much different from what you normally wear , just a lingerie version meaning it was much shorter; so short you could see your ass , poking from your panties — but it was still cute. “you look pretty.” the stylist said, picking up the bows. “per jenos request, hope you don't mind.” she placed the bow in your hair. “done.”

they left , kim returning soon after. “you ready.” you nodded. “let's go.” she guided you to the front where the scene would take place , the cameras ready. “yn , hey.” jaemin said. “oh hi.” you waved back. “you look nice , you ready?” you nodded. “i'm a little nervous , this is much different than my room.”

“don't worry about it; it's your first big production.” he said. “just do your best.” he reassured you. “jeno is done with make-up so we should be starting — five minutes!” someone shouted , you giggled. “in five minutes.” he said. “good luck.”

“the scene starts with you in the kitchen.” the producer guided you to the kitchen , leaving you alone. you leaned over the counter , scrolling through your phone while you waited. “you look too good right now.” jeno caged you in between his arms. “th-thank you , you smell nice.” it just slipped out your mouth. “oh , i-i di-didn’t — you smell nice too.” he said , your cheeks were already red enough. “makes me want to eat you up right here.” he didn't know how much he really was effecting you , anymore of what he would be doing and you'd be begging him to fuck you right there. “okay actors , get in position!”

“good luck princess.” he walked away, leaving you to pull yourself together and get ready for the scene. “are they actors ready?” everyone got into position. “okay, rolling in 5…4…3…2…1 , start !”

the scene went exceptionally well; it was build up scene that leads up to the actual sex scene — but even those scenes were hot and heavy; at least jeno made it like that. it took a few hours to film , making sure to get every angle. “okay great, the next scene jeno you what to do.”

jeno didn't know if he had it in him; the resistance as the camera guy yelled for the scene to start again — the strength to hold himself together once he got his lips on you; he was a professional, but with you it felt like his very first scene.

“you can do what you want.” you spoke up , back into character , you were a natural — almost like you were talking to him outside of character. “what did you say?” he said , damn near forgetting his line. you looked down at your fingers. “to me , you can do what you want to me.”

there was the girl from the streams; it flicked just like that; your other persona , the one from the restaurant that told him you could take it — and he was about to put it to the test. “i can?” his big hand wrapping around your neck. “you don't know me that well but you'd let me do what i want to you?”

that was basically your current situation with the man; yeah you had only met him four days ago, but you'd let him do whatever he wanted , on and off camera. “y-yes.”

“that's real whore like of you.” his hand squeezed your throat. “real whore like.” he said, slamming his lips against yours. unfortunately the scene took place on a couch so he didn't have much room to work with , but it didn't mean anything to him — besides he'll just fuck you into your mattress on another day.

the kiss was rough; his hand squeezing your throat as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. “fuck.” he cursed, pulling away. “get on your knees.” he pushed you down , the camera close to your face as he unbuckled his pants. “gonna fuck your face.” he pulled his cock out , it was definitely bigger than the dildos you were use to. “hey.” he slapped your face. “come on, be a good whore and suck my cock.”

he grabbed the base of his cock , slapping it on your cheek. “open slut.” he shoved his length inside your mouth , and much like your previous streams , you took him into your throat without gagging. “yeah , fuck swallowing my fucking cock like that.” he groaned , holding the back of your head moving you up and down on his thick length , also moving his hips. “cock sucking slut , how many cocks has this throat taken?”

he was using your mouth; the cameras all there filming it turned you on even more , the many people watching in the room as he fucked your face made you hornier. “yeah fuck!” he had to force himself out of you so he wouldn't cum fast. “get up.” he pulled you up , throwing you to the couch. “ass up, now slut.”

he pulled the dress up , revealing the matching color set they put you in. “dumb slut is wet from sucking cock.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , he pulled your panties down , your folds covered in your slick. “messy pussy , gonna stuff you full of my cock.” he maneuvered your body on the small couch. “arch your back.”

he pushed your head down on the couch seat. “gonna make you take it all at once.” your whimpering turned into screams as he abruptly shoved his entire length into your pussy. “hell you're fucking tight.” he groaned , pulling out slamming back inside. “fuck!” he began to fuck into you , holding the back of your neck. “such a whore.”

his thrust were brutal and unrelentless; the camera catching everything — his cock stretching you out more than you've ever been, the squelching sounds from your cunt it was embarrassing, having people hear that ; but the embarrassment soon was forgotten as he went deeper. “my fuck -oh my- oh my fucking god.”

he let out a lust filled chuckle. “so stupid baby.” he slapped your ass. “my cock really made your brain turn to mush.” he abruptly pulled out of you , slapping your ass , your legs shook. “turn around.” he flipped you on your back.

you looked up at him with teary wide eyes. but he could see the lust in them. “that innocent look doesn't work on me.” he slapped your cunt. “i can see through whores like you.” he lined his cock up with your hole. “innocent looking but ready to take any cock they can get.”

this new angle had you reaching for anything , jenos arm; the couch cushion — his cock had you grabbing at the air. he pulled down the front of the lingerie , your tits now bouncing along with his thrust. the rumors proving to be true as you felt your orgasm approaching. “you're clenching around me , fuck your pussy is suffocating my cock.” he growled. “fuck im gonna cum!” you screamed out. “cum slut , wet my cock with your cum.”

he had your legs open wide , holding your shaking thighs. “cum.” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, soaking his stomach and the seat below you. a high pitched moan coming from your mouth as he kept going. “fuck keep cumming on my cock.” he slapped your poor clit rubbing rubbing it. “yeah im gonna - fuck - im gonna cum.” he groaned. “fuck im gonna cum all over your face.”

he pulled out of your twitching hole , standing over your face , stroking his cock. the camera was up close again as he came — and he came a lot. he groaned, throwing his head back as he covered you in his seed. “fuck.”

you laid out on the couch , his thumb still rubbing at your clit as your reached your final orgasm , your thighs shaking uncontrollably. “cut!”

jeno almost forgot about the camera; ready to bring you to another orgasm. “je-jeno.” your shaking voice pulled him from his horny state. “shit im sorry.” he pulled away , desperately wanting to taste you. “almost made you squirt again.” he smirked. “now how would we explain that? because the camera is off.”

“get her a cover.” he shouted , someone running over to you both , he covered your body. “jeno.” they handed him a robe. “you did so good.” the staff handing you fluids. “felt like watching a couple have sex , you're a natural girl.” you nodded with a smile. “are you a natural princess?” jeno spoke up once they were gone. “or is it because those screams were real?”

you lowered your head , shying away from his gaze. “don't hide from me now , i know your real persona , and these cameras maybe done rolling, but i'm not done with you yet.” he whispered , just as you were pulled from your seat by a staff member and whisked back to your room. “you ready to go?” jaemin came over. “no need to drive me home tonight,” he said. “why not?” asked Jaemin.

“because im not going home tonight.”

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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Heyyyy precious. Low-key want to request reader with a underground band that is suddenly blowing up but they never told the boys. (Everyone you want but please Hyoma, Yukimiya + Itoshi dudes)

Like they had this band for a while but they never said anything and the band wasn't famous until they started making hit after hit and that's how they find out (thanks even if you don't do it 🙏)

“𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥”

a/n: more rockstar gf! reader? OH I AM LIVING FOR IT

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, chigiri hyoma, yukimiya kenyu, isagi yoichi, kaiser michael, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

finds out through your spotify page.

you left your laptop open and he just wanted to queue music, but then sees you’re logged into a verified artist account with millions of streams.

stares at the screen like it personally offended him.

walks into the room like: “hey. wanna explain why you're casually outperforming the entire j-pop industry?”

he’s not mad. just deeply, emotionally confused. like “when were you doing this? we live together.”

you say “after you go to bed” and he’s like “i go to bed at 2 AM???" "... when you're at practice."

starts watching your live shows in secret like it’s surveillance footage.

sends you a single text after your band hits billboard: “guess i’m dating a rockstar. don’t let it go to your head.”

plays your songs when he thinks you’re not home. you are. you record him. he never forgives you.

itoshi sae

finds out during a random interview when the host says “your girlfriend’s band is incredible, by the way.”

sae: “what.”

sae: “excuse me.”

sae: “whose girlfriend?”

goes home, opens youtube, and finds a video titled “HOT GIRL SHREDS GUITAR WITH HER TEETH (and it’s kinda sexy)”

pauses at 0:03. it’s you.

calls you with the calmest voice ever: “is there a reason why you’re leading a cult on stage and no one told me?”

you go “i thought you’d be chill about it” and he goes “this is beyond chill. this is grammy nomination level. i need a minute.”

insists on getting free tickets to your shows even though you always offer him VIP.

ends up becoming the mysterious hot boyfriend in the crowd who dips after the encore.

lets you have your spotlight but still flexes a little when people connect the dots.

chigiri hyoma

chigiri was just trying to eat his lunch when he saw your face on a Time Out Tokyo article titled “Meet the Band Taking Over Asia’s Underground Scene.”

drops the spoon.

reads the article with the intensity of someone researching for a thesis.

calls you mid-interview, whispers: “you’re so hot i actually need to sit down. are you kidding me.”

gets way too excited.

insists on learning your setlist so he can scream-sing it in the front row.

becomes the dude holding up a “SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND” sign at your gigs.

posts after every one of your performances captioned: “dating the main character. sorry.”

makes you autograph the back of his thigh once and got it tattooed. zero shame.

yukimiya kenyu

finds out because a luxury fashion brand asked if he wanted to model with your band.

goes “oh wow, they’re blowing up fast” and then sees your face on the moodboard.

audibly gasps.

takes off his sunglasses in shock, indoors.

“love. are you a full-time rock goddess and i’m just finding out like this?”

gets dramatically offended you never asked him to take your promo pics.

immediately offers to do your PR, plan your brand deals, and get your band a skincare sponsorship.

subtly matches his outfits to your stage looks.

becomes that boyfriend who answers interview questions on your behalf: “she’s too humble to say it, but yeah, she did sell out in five minutes. queen behavior.”

introduces you as “japan’s coolest rockstar girl” at every party.

isagi yoichi

finds out when he walks in on you casually practicing vocals in the garage.

he’s like “that’s kinda good…”

then pauses.

“wait. why do i know these lyrics.”

pulls out his phone and realizes the song is already in his playlist.

you’ve been in his top 5 artists on spotify this whole time and he didn’t know it was YOU.

stares at you like you’re an alien.

“you’re my girlfriend AND my favorite artist?! am i living a fanfic?”

spirals. you’re hot. you’re talented. you’re secretly famous. you’re literally a pop punk goddess.

“so like… do i get VIP access to your concerts or do i have to cry in general admission?”

once tackled a guy backstage for breathing too close to you.

his lock screen? your album cover. his phone case? your lyrics.

calls your fanbase “his in-laws.”

kaiser michael

finds out via twitter trending.

trending topic: “WHO IS THE LEAD SINGER IN THIS BAND AND WHY IS SHE HOT???”

he’s like “who tf is this chick everyone’s thirsting ov–”

zooms in.

it’s. you.

spits out his wine.

immediately calls you with a perfectly calm, terrifying voice: “schatz. liebe. meine muse. care to tell me why the entire internet wants to lick your boots?”

you go “it wasn’t that deep” and he goes: “you were wearing leather pants and singing about dominance. it was absolutely that deep.”

watches every live show like he’s scouting you for a transfer window.

50% impressed. 50% aroused. 100% confused why you didn’t tell him first.

claps like a proud theater mom every time you hit a high note.

“i’ve decided to become your groupie. my ass looks good in fishnets.”

threatens your fans for fun.

lowkey jealous the spotlight’s not on him but deeply in love with how you take it anyway.

shidou ryusei

finds out because he saw a clip of your concert on tiktok where you licked the mic mid-performance.

immediately duets it with a thirst trap and the caption: “that’s my girl. hands off unless you’ve got a death wish 💋🔪”

comments “i taught her that tongue move btw” and gets banned for 24 hours.

facetimes you screaming: “YOU’RE IN A BAND? A BAND?? SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A WHOLE ALTER EGO THAT LOOKS LIKE A VILLAIN I’D WANNA MAKE OUT WITH???”

starts tagging along to all your gigs like an aggressive golden retriever.

jumps on stage once and tries to mosh with the crowd mid-ballad.

fights your bassist in the parking lot over “stage proximity.”

buys your merch in bulk and cuts them into crop tops.

refers to himself as your “road boyfriend.”

once got kicked out of a venue for throwing a fan’s sign because it said “marry me.”

his reasoning: “that’s MY future, bitch.”

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chillentertainer · 5 months ago

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thinkin' abt a little john wick conclave au where thomas lawrence is an aging assassin who keeps trying to retire but then is forcibly brought back for "one last hit" (first said to him half a dozen hits ago). lawrence is tired and depressed and he might be really good at his job (and that might be the only thing he's good at) but that Saddens him. because is his only purpose in life to be a Butcher?

not to mention he just recovered from prostate cancer and is now thinking a lot about the afterlife and god and sin etc etc. he's sure he's destined for hell no matter what he does now. is there even any point in changing?

one day he's in rome, surrounded by all these churches. and he enters one. he goes into a confession booth. every week, he confesses minor sins that turn into lovely but frivolous discussions with the anonymous priest, who lawrence can only identify through his gentle voice and bright, easily elicited laugh that reminds lawrence of morning birdsongs. over the weeks, this blossoms into a strange kind of friendship.

finally during a discussion about their favorite kinds of tea, lawrence interrupts the priest's recommendation of kahwah, which they had so often in their time in kabul, and was so delicious, and they just can't find anything close to what they had here, isn't that a shame, and i beg your pardon, what??

i kill people, lawrence repeats. all the time. i want to stop but i can't. i want to retire but they won't let me. i'm afraid being a murderer is how i spent most of my life, and i'm afraid it's how i'll spend the rest of my years, too. i'm the lowliest of sinners. i'm the evil that should be wiped clean from the earth. if god cast me down into the fires of hell for eternity, again and again, i would gladly welcome it.

and there is a heavy silence during which lawrence tenses, waiting for a horrified outburst or some rage.

but the priest says, with infinite compassion in his tone, you are still here on earth with us. and so god, in his mercy, has given you time to beg forgiveness and find redemption. make amends, however you can. take no more life, not for any reason. you say you want to stop. then stop. i believe you have good in your heart. you would not have come here if you did not.

thomas says, yes, yes i will, i swear on His name. i'm sorry for having wasted all your time these past weeks, i should not have done so.

and finally he says, goodbye. because there's no point in returning and attempting to continue this friendship, not when the priest must be so disgusted and would want nothing to do with lawrence any longer.

the priest says nothing in return and it hurts but lawrence knows he deserves it. he deserves far, far worse, and god, why can't he be punished now or just die and suffer eternal torment, and then, maybe, maybe, his soul could feel some bloody relief. but the priest said, make amends. can't make amends if you're dead.

so lawrence returns to his miserable apartment, to try and make amends, whatever that means. he decides to leave rome and begins to pack. he wanders the streets in a daze and gives all the euros he has on him to a beggar. on saturday, the day he would've gone to confession, he buys kahwah from a bemused shopkeeper.

he returns to find his next assignment on his kitchen counter in the form of a usb stick. he doesn't want to open it. but if he leaves it alone for too long, they'll send agents to track him down and he'll get an earful from aldo. better to open the assignment and fool them now. he'll disappear from rome right after.

lawrence plugs in the usb stick. there's a name he doesn't recognize. he clicks through the research on his next victim that ray had meticulously assembled. there is a video. he hits play. a voice starts speaking. and lawrence spills his hot cup of kahwah all over his keyboard and trousers but he doesn't care because fuck it all, he does know his victim after all.

it's the priest he sat next to week after week, chatting about the merits of herbal medicine and whether agatha christie or arthur conan doyle wrote better mystery novels and about the incompetence of world governments. it's the priest he just confessed to about his true nature, that he wasn't just some englishman adrift in rome, but a cold-blooded killer. it's the priest that heard this and offered him a way out, anyways.

it's vincent benitez.

the video continues, as benitez smiles and waves at a young child, his dark eyes luminescent and kind.

now he has a face and name to the voice, lawrence first thinks, in a daze. he’s even more beautiful than i imagined him to be.

his second thought: what the hell did benitez do to piss somebody off that badly that they want him dead?

#the answer: just being himself tbh #pt 2 ft. lawrence crashing out while he tries to protect vincent without killing more ppl #and starring vincent's nerves of titanium #imagine thomas lawrence to look more around the age ralph fiennes did in james bond #ok that's all i had the energy to type out for now #lawrenitez #thomas lawrence #vincent benitez #conclave #conclave au #assassin conclave au

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arminsumi · 2 years ago

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I want to kiss you / キスしたい

G. Satoru

NOTE: i recently started learning to write in japanese for not much reason other than to occupy my mind with something new. this little daydream came to me and i can't stop thinking about it, i think falling in love despite a language barrier is one of the purest and sweetest ways to fall in love.

WARNINGS — it might be fem reader idk, kissing 👍, ur married w him at the end, not proofread lol i'm snuggled up in bed ok

Satoru cant speak english and you cant speak japanese; Suguru is the translator friend. You met him online years ago, who knows how. But you hit it off, and four years of friendship rolled by.

Satoru heard all about Y/n and saw you many times when Suguru facetimed or called you. You and him had many cute, playful interactions, ranging from making hearthands at each other to flipping each other off and laughing about it. Sometimes Satoru would be sat off-camera, overloading Suguru with things to translate, because he had a lot to say to you. One time, Suguru left for a few minutes to get a pizza delivery, and then Satoru got very quiet and the two of you blinked at your screens.

"Hi."

And then you two for some reason started laughing with your whole chests, Suguru walked in with a confused smirk. He joked, "Sooo... what did you and Satoru talk about while I was gone?" He asked, gentle accent coming through in soft waves. "The mysteries of the universe." You replied. Satoru was already diving into the pizza box, but he still listened to you speak; he wondered what you had said, maybe you used some fancy words to say that you liked him? He'd be lying if he said he didn't memorize variations of "i like you" after that. He was paranoid that he could miss you saying that you liked him.

You managed a slow, meticulously-pronounced nice to meet you in Japanese when you finally visited Tokyo. It was at the airport. You and Suguru had shared many hugs — good grief, you'd seen height comparisons many times but none painted a real idea of just how big these boys were. But Satoru? He was loudmouthed on a screen and surprisingly shy in person. Eventually he hugged you and didn't let go. He even got so comfy as to hang and cling to your body like you saw him doing with Suguru in countless photos and videos.

Though you could barely pronounce the little Japanese that you picked up, Satoru felt giddy to hear your pretty voice in his language. He listened to you like you were reciting love poetry to him, fists under his chin and eyes starry. But you were just saying basic phrases, boring things — nothing that articulated your thoughts properly.

He was far too embarrassed to try and speak any English when he first met you, even though after developing a crush on you he did start learning some English on the side. He knew quite a bit, but listening was so impossibly difficult it frustrated him like nothing else. He was also self-conscious of his English accent, though Suguru tried to assure him that he sounded very cute and almost oddly British.

So often instead of attempting to speak tiny phrases to you, Satoru threw a lot of hand motions and signals your way which got the two of you and Suguru laughing — poor Sugie, he was always translating even the smallest things you said even if you muttered them under your breath, because Satoru was eager to know every little thought and expression you had, even if you were simply commenting on the weather.

Once you commented that it was so hot, you were visiting during a heatwave-filled summer. Satoru raised his brows at Suguru expectantly, and you heard a familiar translation;

暑い。

It's hot.

There was such a frustrating language barrier between the two of you, it became more evident when you had finally flown over the sea to meet them.

Yet you and satoru fell in love silently and beautifully, your love flowing like a river in the most unexpected directions. You felt his affection emanating from his irises. You and him joked around, and talked — though you had no idea what the other meant most of the time. Sometimes the two of you gave up and you talked in English, he responded with Japanese, and it went on like that very comedically until Suguru came back to bridge the gap.

Lots of time was spent putting your heads together over your phone, reading translations of what you wanted to say to each other.

One day, when Suguru left the two of you alone in his apartment kitchen so that he could hop to the convenience store, Satoru typed something into the translator and let you read it. Your face warmed up.

キスしたい。

I want to kiss you.

He looks at you expectantly.

You type back to him.

Then kiss me.

それからキスして。

He blushed and hesistated, the two of you making electric eye contact for a while before he boyishly pecked your lips to test if you liked his kiss, but oh that's all the two of you needed to realize just how much you liked each other. You melted into each other like your bodies were made for nothing else but to embrace and be one. He shook a little, tentatively gliding his lips over yours. His hands nervously cupped your cheeks. With the way he handled you so carefully, you'd think you were made of porcelain.

Your reciprocation meant everything to him. His confidence flourished. The soft smacking, wet sounds got louder when he kissed you more passionately. Those gentle hands found their way to the back of your neck, and he softly pressed you closer to him as if he was scared you would pull away. What if you changed your mind mid-kiss? He was overthinking and you wouldn't have even guessed it, because you thought he was in the same blissed out dream state as you were. So high on kissing that the world fell away.

The two of you started smiling embarrassedly, grinning so hard that you couldn't continue kissing. Then the two of you just giggled against each other's faces — a subconscious realization swept him; laughter and kissing are their own languages.

Yes as years passed and you visited time and time again, your Japanese improved and his English improved. When you moved to Japan, eventually you adopted a messy mix of Japanese and English with Satoru. He liked showing off how perfectly he could pronounce things, and you liked showing off that you could write very neat kana.

Years and years and years passed and when you and him were married in your own little apartment, starting a life together, a very fluent Satoru reminisced about how the two of you fell in love despite barely speaking to each other.

"It was your eyes for me." You said.

"Oh really? It was your voice for me. I didn't know what you were saying, but it sounded nice." He said.

"Mmm I liked your voice, too." You said, snuggling your head on his shoulder. He basked in the attention, though it was common, it always felt special for him. The smallest hand touches and wrist kisses made his heart lurch.

"Remember when I always nagged Suguru to translate every little thing you said?"

"Yeah, you worked him to the bone." You chuckled.

"I just wanted to know what you were saying. I had such a crush on you, looking back now it was even ridiculous how much I liked you considering the barrier and all."

"Ooh, did you?"

"How is this surprising? We're married??"

"Oh yeah."

#🗑️ — trash #♥️ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟 #gojo #gojo satoru #fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x fem reader #satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo #satoru gojo

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 4 months ago

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i can def see voodoo!reader not being herself ever again if she cannot practice her true self. image her losing everything, her sparks and the batfamily reaction??

they will never see that smile again.

they are just a empty shell

I feel like the Batfam will try to mirror her religion as hard as they can, so you can do your ceremonies, pray to your lwa, offer food, and dance for your altar. You’re most likely to wake up early before everyone else to dance for Bondye as the morning sun rises, not just to praise your lord or expel your amulet of darkness, but to avoid Bruce and the others. It's like a game of cat and mouse; you have to escape them at all costs. But soon they figure out your morning dancing, and by the goddesses, now you're dancing for them every early morning, like a little puppet on a string—maybe a wind-up ballerina in a box—except they won't stop winding you up. Bruce will find a new dress for you to wear, the most luxurious one he can find. He knows you dance for Erzulie, so why not wear something expensive to show how much you care? Not because he wants to see a little girl in a dress he picked out for her. Dick, oh god, might just be the worst out of them; he'll brag about you like you're some kind of mythical creature, like you're out of this world. You’re not. He's so invested in your life that he's starting to invade your personal space. He's the reason why you can't dance in the morning anymore. Jason, my god, he's controlling. If you see someone playing on the drums in the Gotham subway and you're feeling the beat, you start dancing. Then a group surrounds you, clapping on beat with the drums. You use your dress as a way to guide your movements. You're having so much fun until you see a tall man in a red hoodie staring at you with those bright green eyes. You drop your dress to your sides and immediately stop moving, saying "sorry" in a soft voice and running over to Jason. If you didn't know any better, he looks like he might shoot up the whole subway. Tim, oh, he's getting bad at hiding his newfound obsession—YOU. He installed cameras all around the manor. If you're cleaning up with Alfred while listening to music, he’ll see you do some freestyle dances. It’s even better when you think no one’s around, so you blast music in your room, but there’s a camera there. He’s laughing as he watches his baby sis dance her heart out. He'll never share these videos with the fam; they're for him and only him—his pretty bird in a cage. Duke will learn how to dance or drum just so you don't have to go to your temple. Sometimes he goes off beat since he's so busy watching you; it makes you misstep, and you fall on your butt laughing. Now Duke’s obsession is getting worse. Sometimes he picks up the pace or slows it down just to watch you stumble; that way, he has an excuse to help you up or make your time at the manor longer. His little sis is struggling with the dances; he has to help, or else how will she become high priestess? But behind that sweet smile, as his strong hands help you up, he’s going behind your back to elder mambo, telling them you’re not capable of being high priestess if you can’t get the dance right. Don’t be mad; he’s looking after you. Damian, good goddesses, he's acting like a little boy. "'Ukht story please," he says in a sweet voice, pulling on your dress. You can't even notice his yandere tendencies, but they're strong. He's acting like a sweet little boy sitting on your lap as you tell him the story of the Great Bondye. He’s staring at you the whole time. "'Ukht stay still; I want to paint you." He draws you like a goddess dancing in the hot rain. He'll sit in your lap at breakfast, sticking his tongue out at the others. But don’t be fooled by that cute face; he’s just as bad. These boys are tiring, Indra. You have no time to clear out your amulet of darkness, and you're missing your church and your lwa. You need a long break before you go insane. You miss your mambo, the girls you used to dance with, the marching parade—you miss it all. Oh, great Bondye, whatever will you do? The serpents are sucking you dry of all your love and joy; they're ruining you. But what the lwa value more is family. Should you stick to family?

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vinnyvamppp · 2 months ago

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Your Name Lives Under My Tongue જ⁀➴ ♡

Note: For some reason, I’m having my “tragic lovesick” moment and hearing this song—absolutely obsessed for the time being, by the way— gave me the great idea to write this. These wholesome and slightly angsty headcanons are a quick palate cleanser for the three smut fics you can expect tomorrow. Each character has a lyric I selected to match!

Synopsis: You haunt their thoughts like a song stuck on repeat—pulling them closer with every heartbeat, every whispered “come here.” Inspired by Love Me Not by Ravyn Lenae. ⇄ ◀ 𓊕 ▶ ↻

Warnings: None! Also, it's my insistent rambles.

☆: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, and Cassandra Cain x GN!Reader

WC: I’m very talkative, just trust me. (song at the bottom.)

ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ Dick Grayson Lyric: “I don’t wanna tell you how I feel, but I want you all the time.”

• He’ll joke and flirt and wink like it’s nothing, but when you leave the room, he looks at the door like he’s just lost something sacred. Dick keeps his love quiet because if he says it out loud, it might break the delicate magic of what you are. But every time he pulls you into his arms like you’re his home, his body writes the love letter he’s too scared to speak.

• He sends late-night voice messages that start with jokes and end in confessions, quiet and sleepy, "Wish you were here... you always make my nights better." He’s all warm hands on cold skin, pulling you into his arms like he’s afraid you’ll vanish when morning comes. • He’s the type to send selfies while he's out on missions with the caption, “This city sucks but at least you exist”.

• He buys you earrings “because they reminded me of your eyes,” and gets adorably flustered when you wear them out.

• He’ll stay on video call with you until you fall asleep, whispering about stars and childhood dreams. Dick lingers on the screen a little longer, watching as your features soften into sleep. There’s a quiet smile on his lips as he takes a few silent screenshots, not to tease (sometimes), but to keep you close on the nights he can’t be.

• When he's jealous, he pouts like a golden retriever, until he pulls you close and says, “Tell me I’m your favorite. I need to hear it.”

• Plans rooftop picnics under string lights and always insists on feeding you grapes with hot chocolate in thermoses, he insists are “bat-proof.”

• Always spins you around while dancing in the kitchen, even if there's no music, just your laughter.

• Loves sneaking kisses on your shoulders while he's holding you during movies.

• Keeps a spare toothbrush and your favorite snacks in his apartment as a quiet “stay here more often.” • He leaves you breathless with teasing touches and glances during team meetings, like he’s daring you not to react.

• He’s the king of slow kisses against your neck after patrol, letting his breath linger just a second too long—just long enough to make you forget every good reason to leave. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He tells himself he can live without you—he’s done it before, hasn’t he? But the second he hears your voice, the cracks show, and he’s already halfway across the city, knocking at your door with apology in his eyes and longing on his breath. Every part of him says, “don’t go back,” but his heart whispers, “just one more night.”

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

You’re across the room, smiling at someone else, and he’s smiling too, but his eyes always find you. He won’t admit it, but it guts him to love you from a distance. He wants to dance with you again, to selfishly pull you in close and pretend the space between you never existed. When Dick looks at you, it’s like the rest of the world goes into soft focus—you’re all he sees, all he wants, like the sun decided to stay for him a little longer. He memorizes the way your face crinkles when you laugh, and sometimes he swears your smile has saved him more than any cape ever could. He wants to hold you until the ache in his chest settles, until being with you stops feeling like a dream he’s terrified to wake up from

ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ!（ꐦ𝅒_𝅒 ) Jason Todd Lyric: “I know that this ain’t right, but it feels so right.”

• He tastes your name like sin in his mouth, forbidden and perfect, so he keeps coming back to you like a moth to a flame. Every kiss is a dare, every glance laced with the kind of hunger that doesn’t go away with time. Jason would destroy the whole world to keep you in it, even if it means burning with the wreckage.

• He swears he's bad at this love thing, but you catch him memorizing your coffee order and leaving annotated pages of your favorite book with "made me think of you" in the margins. He falls in love like he fights, it's messy, bruised, and with his whole damn chest.

• Reads to you in bed, sometimes poetry, sometimes horror, and lets you fall asleep against his chest mid-sentence. If you're lucky, he might kiss you on the knuckles as you rest.

• Leaves you notes in his messy handwriting tucked into your coat pockets: “Drink water, don’t get stabbed.”

• Pretends to be annoyed when you steal his leather jacket, but he never asks for it back. • He’ll write you poetry he swears is “cringe” and hide it under your pillow, sonnets in his scrawl, angry and beautiful.

• He’ll teach you how to shoot, his arms wrapped around you, voice low in your ear... half instruction, half seduction. Your date nights usually end in something morally questionable with a touch of romance.

• If he’s having a rough night, he’ll show up at your window instead of texting. “Didn’t want to be alone.”

• He makes you playlists labeled "do not open unless you miss me." You open them every damn time. • Jason has a thing for kissing you mid-argument, fast and aggressive like he’d rather fight with his mouth on yours.

• He kisses like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, always pushing you against the door like the space between you two is something that is offending his very being. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He’s stubborn. He’ll ghost you, stay away, swear he’s better off alone, but then he dreams about your hands, your voice, the way you say his name like its a kiss-worn caress. He shows up at your window, rain-drenched and hoarse, saying, “I didn’t plan to come. I just… missed you.” Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." He sees you and it stings, because you look happy, and he can’t tell if it’s because of or without him. He looks away, but he’s still listening for your laugh, and when you do glance his way, he looks like he hasn’t breathed in weeks. Jason thinks of you like a favorite song he keeps putting on repeat— its familiar, and something he can’t stop needing in the dark. You’re the quiet voice in the chaos, the one person he believes might love the broken parts and the bruised knuckles. He watches you like a man who thinks you’ll vanish if he blinks too long, and he’d rather burn than lose the warmth you give him.

(·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ ) Tim Drake Lyric: “You been lookin’ at me all night, tryna figure me out.”

• He watches you like you’re the one thing that makes sense in a world made of lies and algorithms, calculating every beat of your heart like it’s the code he was born to crack. But the truth is, you’re the one who’s figured him out, and it terrifies him in ways he’ll never admit. Every time you touch him, he feels like a boy again, hopeful, fragile, and full of impossible dreams.

• He’ll overthink a text for twenty minutes before deleting it all and just sending “You up?” but the second you say yes, he’s showing up with snacks and theories on what your dreams mean. He's the quiet touch on your wrist, the safe place you didn’t know you needed. • He keeps polaroids of you tucked into his notebooks like you're the secret he can’t stop studying.

• You catch him staring sometimes, and when you ask why, he just shrugs and says, “You’re distracting in the best way.”

• When he’s exhausted, he lets you drag him onto the couch and fall asleep in your lap like he belongs there.

• He’ll analyze every text you send, but still answer with something clumsy and real like, “I missed you. A lot.” ... He can't help it when it comes to you.

• Works late but always FaceTimes you just to watch you laugh before he crashes.

• Makes a shared digital calendar just for your dates and labels cuddle nights with bat emojis and falls asleep with your hand in his and a book open between you two.

• Buys two of everything, one for him, one for you, so you always have matching mugs, pens, socks, anything. • He’s quiet in bed until you whisper his name and then, God, the way he comes undone from just your voice.

• He’s all shy glances and soft moans when you run your fingers through his hair, until the moment he stops holding back and decides he wants to be the one making you tremble. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here."

He’ll dive into work, research, anything to forget you, but the silence between 2am and sunrise is too loud. He scrolls through old photos with trembling fingers, telling himself it’s just nostalgia. Then he texts “You awake?” even though he knows you are, because you always wait for him, and that’s what kills him most.

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

He runs into you at a gala, and you look like a dream in a room full of strangers. His chest tightens and he wants to say hi, to say he’s sorry, to say anything, but the words choke behind his tongue. So he sips his drink and watches you disappear again, like you always do. Tim looks at you like a puzzle he doesn’t want to solve—just hold, just study, because the mystery of you is the most beautiful thing he’s ever been given. You make him feel like he’s real in a world where he usually feels like a ghost behind a screen. When you touch him, so gently, he swears the Earth tilts, just for him.

^,…,^ Bruce Wayne Lyric: “I shouldn’t be here, but I’m right here.”

• He’s a master at disappearing, but somehow, with you, he keeps showing up at your door, in your dreams, in the way his voice softens when he says your name. Bruce doesn’t believe in fate, but something about the way you look at him makes him wonder if some things are just meant. He’ll never say I love you initially, but when he presses his forehead to yours in the silence, it’s louder than words.

• He tells you he doesn’t do attachments, but he shows up to your place in the middle of the night with his tie still on and a bottle of wine he pretends he “just happened to have.” His love is quiet, but it’s in the way he memorizes your laugh and lets you see the man behind the mask. • He’ll leave you handwritten notes on your mirror after long nights: “Couldn’t sleep. Thinking of you.”

• He buys you ridiculously expensive gifts and says, “It’s just a thing. You matter more.”

• He pulls you onto the rooftop to watch the sunrise in silence, his hand finding yours in the hush.

• You call him out on hiding his feelings, and he responds by kissing you like a confession, pouring everything into actions rather than words.

• Drives you out to the manor gardens at night just to slow dance under the moonlight.

• Shows his love in tailored suits for you, matching cufflinks, and remembering exactly how you take your tea.

• His idea of romance is quiet protection: warming your hands in his coat pockets, carrying a photo of you in his wallet like he's in high school, and drawing you closer when no one's looking. • He’s slow and intentional, like every button he undoes is a promise he won’t break.

• Bruce kisses you like he’s trying to forget the world, like if he kisses hard enough, Gotham might disappear. Like his responsibilities might disappear long enough to engrave you into his heart. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." He won’t say it. But he’ll find excuses to check on you, to protect you from afar, to stay near without ever stepping close enough to feel. The distance is safety, but every fiber of him misses you like a bruise he keeps pressing. Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." You’re in the same room but in a different world, one where Bruce let you go to protect you. He tells himself it’s better this way, but every time he sees you, something behind his eyes flickers with regret. He wants to cross the room and tell you he never stopped wanting you, but instead, he stays in the shadows, like he always does. Bruce sees you in flashes—your laughter echoing in the cave, your silhouette in moonlight, and for once, it doesn’t feel like he’s chasing shadows. You are the softness he forgot he deserved, the quiet that calms the noise in his head. He doesn’t believe in fairy tales, but when you say his name like it’s something sacred, he almost wants to try.

⋆. ˚ Barbara Gordon Lyric: “You got me floatin’ but my feet feel grounded.” • You make her feel weightless, like she’s flying without ever leaving the ground, like love could be both thrilling and safe. Barbara doesn’t fall easily, but with you, it’s a controlled descent, both exhilarating and completely consuming. When she’s with you, the world slows down just enough for her to breathe.

• She plays it cool, all clever comebacks and flirty sarcasm, but she melts when you hold her hand under the table or kiss her cheek mid-sentence. She's fierce in love; if she lets you in, it's because she knows you're worth the risk. • She builds you an encrypted app just to send secret love notes throughout the day.

• She’ll steal your jacket and wear it to missions “for luck,” but really it’s because it smells like you.

• She flirts with you over comms during missions, “If you survive this, I’ll let you kiss me again.”

• When you surprise her with flowers, she blushes and tries to sass it off, but you catch her saving the petals.

• Leaves voice notes when she knows you’re having a bad day, “You got this. And I’ve got you.” and buys you matching phone cases and says, “Now no one can flirt with you—branding, babe.”

• Sends you memes at 3AM followed by “miss you, come over?”

• Pulls you into spontaneous, spinning dances in the kitchen to whatever song’s playing (reboot ver). • She pins you against her wheelchair handles and kisses you until you’re the one breathless. • Her voice dips low when she whispers your name, fingers tracing your collarbone like she's writing code on your skin. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She deletes your contact to prove a point, but never forgets the number. She doesn’t need you, but the second your name lights up her screen again, she’s breathless. She types “I missed you.” Deletes it. Then sends, “Come over.”

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." She thought she could handle seeing you again, until you looked at her like she was still yours. Now, every moment is a war between holding back and reaching out. She wants you here, now, always, but she doesn’t know if her heart can survive another “almost. Barbara watches you like you’re the glitch in her code she never wants to fix, a perfect flaw that makes everything else finally make sense. You’ve become her favorite distraction, the reason she finds herself staring out windows and smiling at nothing. When she holds your hand, it feels like finally finding the right frequency after years of static.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Stephanie Brown Lyric: “What’s the use in tryin’ not to feel it?”

• She tried to play it cool, to act like this was just fun, but the way her hands linger on yours says otherwise. Steph’s heart beats too loud when you're near, and no amount of joking can hide the way her eyes follow you like she’s afraid to miss a moment. Eventually, she just gives in because if falling for you is a mistake, it’s the kind she’d make every time.

• She'll flirt with you like it’s a game, but go all soft when you bring her flowers “just because,” and if you make her laugh until she snorts, she’s gone for you. She loves loud and holds your face when she kisses you, and writes little hearts on your coffee cup. • She doodles little hearts and inside jokes in your patrol notes because “vigilanting should be fun sometimes.”

• She takes the dumbest couple selfies and sends them with captions like “We’re cute. Tell your enemies.”

• She throws popcorn at your head during movie night when you won’t cuddle closer, then grins when you finally do.

• She teases you mercilessly but melts if you call her "my girl."

• Shows up at your window with takeout and a playlist she made just for you. If she brings to-go coffee, she always writes, "You're cute. Like, really cute," with a ridiculous sticker that says "Best Kisser."

• Wears matching socks with you on purpose and brags about it.

• Makes blanket forts with fairy lights and insists it’s the most romantic place on Earth. • She whispers dirty jokes mid-mission just to see you lose your cool in public. • She’ll pull you into a closet for a quick makeout, lipstick smeared and giggling, “Oops, I needed this.” Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She says she’s over it, but she laughs too loudly, flirts too much, and tries too hard to look unbothered. She still walks past places you used to go, still hums the song you sang to her that one night, still whispers “damn it, I miss you” into her pillow like it’s a secret.

Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here."

She smiles when she sees you, but her grip tightens on her drink like it’s the only thing holding her together. She wants to run to you, to kiss you, to scream “I still love you, damn it” but instead, she raises her eyebrows and walks away like a scene from a movie she’ll watch later and cry to. You don’t follow, and she hates how much that hurts. To Steph, you are the bright spot after a string of bad days, the golden moment when the sun breaks through and everything feels possible. She notices every little thing about you—how you bite your lip when you’re nervous, how your nose scrunches when you're mad—and it wrecks her in the best way. Sometimes, when she’s alone, she whispers your name just to remember what love sounds like.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Cassandra Cain Lyric: “You read my mind, you know what I like.”

• Cass doesn’t need words to fall in love, you just move right, feel right, are right, and she reads you like a second skin. You speak her language in glances, fingertips, and shared silences, and it makes her feel more seen than any sentence ever could. When she rests her head against your shoulder, you know without asking: she’s chosen you, and that means everything.

• Cass doesn’t say much, but the way she looks at you, like you’re the first good thing she’s ever seen, is more than enough. She shows her love in small, perfect gestures: a touch to your cheek, a shared silence, a dance in the dark with no music. • She traces the veins on your wrist like she’s reading your body language like a poem.

• You teach her how to say “I love you” in five languages, she only uses it when she really means it.

• She gives you gifts in silence, a flower, a feather, a paper crane, each one left where you’ll find it without her watching.

• Her hugs are rare but consuming, like you’re being held by someone who never lets go once they care. • If you matched outfits with her (even just a color or detail), she’d blink slowly, look at you for a few extra seconds, and then just… softly smile. If you learned some of her body language or trained alongside her to move in sync, she'd be floored. If you mirrored her signs or small gestures? She’d reach for your hand, link your fingers with hers, and squeeze. That's intimacy, that's “you care about my world.”

• When you’re sad, she doesn’t ask questions. She just holds you like a lighthouse holds light. • Cass doesn’t say what she wants. She shows it in every kiss, a message in a language only your body understands. • Her lips brush yours slowly, her breath catching, like she’s learning what it means to want, and then she pulls you closer, like she’s decided to want you over and over again. Lyric 1: "Oh, no, I don't need you, but I miss you, come here." She doesn’t understand why missing you hurts more than physical wounds ever did. She left because she thought it was right, but the echo of your heartbeat still lives in her ribcage. Sometimes she opens the door at night, hoping the wind will carry you back in. Lyric 2: "And, oh, it's hard to see you, but I wish you were right here." Seeing you again feels like watching a ghost walk through her. She says nothing, but her hands tremble slightly, and you’d only notice if you ever learned to read her that well. She stands still, heart aching, wishing you’d come to her, but she won’t beg, not even now. Cass sees you like movement—fluid, beautiful, real—like a story translated into film just for her, and she reads you with her hands more than her eyes. You are the only person who’s ever made her feel both safe and wild, like she could be soft without being small. When you look at her with that kind of patience, that kind of wonder, she thinks maybe this is what it means to be known.

A/N: I might add some more later on. I'm pretty content with how it is, but you guys know I love to run my mouth so…

MasterList ོ༘₊⁺☀︎₊⁺⋆.˚

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arbitrarykiwi · 2 months ago

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BfNam gyu x femreader.

Where nam gyu is a twich streamer with Lots of viewers (mainly girls) and reader gets a bit jealous about it.

Now Streaming...

I literally had this sitting unfinished in my WIPS for months. It was on the shorter side so I wanted to get it finished up and get it out :D I got the request and I immediately just SAW it. Like Nam-Gyu as a streamer got me feeling things......I hope you enjoy it anon <3

I’m also lowkey still nervous to get back to posting 😭 like I feel so rusty so puhleasseee forgive me if this isn’t up to my normal standards 😩🙌

Warnings: none, sfw, fluff

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!!! I fucking told you guys if I went that way I’d die!!”

Nam-gyu’s voice rang out through the dimly lit bedroom, laughing along with the flood of comments that roll in on his screen commentating on his untimely death in the game.

His loud yells, laughs, and screams coming from the desk in his room wouldn’t bother you- you were used to it.

Every Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday like clockwork your boyfriend would stream. Nam-gyu loved doing it, he loved that people enjoyed watching him play video games! People loved watching him do what he loved!

You, as a doting girlfriend always would set up camp in his bedroom. Laid out on his bed, snuggled under the covers with your volume on your phone muted. You didn’t need the audio when Nam-Gyu was approximately 10 feet away from you. Sure, there was a slight lag between the words and the visual of the stream but you never complained.

But as normal, he streams late. And he streams in long successions. You try to watch all of it, support him through the entire stream, donating some of your own money to him every now and again- however, his bed’s always so comfy, his voice is a rough gravely tone that lulls you to sleep effortlessly, and it’s always so, so late - you can’t help but to shut your eyes and doze off sometimes.

“Oh?? Yeah? You dig the hair?”

He’s laughing bashfully, a playful lilt to his voice. It’s one that makes your eyes shoot open and rush to focus in on whatever comment he just responded to.

You see his camera in the corner of the stream, he’s paused the game, leaned back in the chair with his arms behind his head - smirk on his face as he plays with the half-up half-down style that pulled his bangs out of his face in a small ponytail.

The style you did for him before he went on stream.

“Hah, thanks. It’s gotten pretty long so I needed it pulled back.” Nam-Gyu responds to the chat, eyes watching the new messages rush in. You can only do the same from the spot in the bed.

‘Ughhhhh he looks so good!!!’

‘It’s the hair pulled back…makes him look soo FINE!!’

‘I knew he was going to die there guys omg’

‘Yall see that new tattoo on his bicep?! I wanna sink my teeth into it! Woof!!!!!’

Your eyes narrow at the chat, sure you were used to fangirls flirting with him in chat, you’ve seen far too many edits of your own boyfriend on social media with even more people thirsting over him - you knew he was hot. You knew he was going to get comments like those.

You were well secure in your relationship with Nam-Gyu. He gave you no reason at all to be worried or have any sort of doubts in his love for you. And normally these things wouldn’t get to you.

Maybe it was because it’s been happening for so long now? He just made a year on the streaming site he uses a month ago. It could be that you’ve just put up with it so long.

Or maybe it was because he didn’t outright say that his girlfriend did his hair for him. You couldn’t be mad at him for that though. When he started getting a big viewing while streaming he asked you if you wanted to be public, wanted to be brought into the limelight he was now being thrown into. At the time, you told him no. The thought didn’t even appeal to you! You wanted his channel to be focused on him, you didn’t want his relationship with you to overthrow anything he was working on while streaming, you didn’t want the chat to only be filled with comments of the relationship when they should focus on Nam-gyu and his efforts in streaming.

You also valued your privacy. You knew how if a big streamer came out saying they’re in a relationship- that significant other is bound to get followed by thousands of people who would have never found their account in the first place.

But now…you’re starting to think you’ve changed your mind.

You huff, turning over in the bed and sinking into the plush comforter as you narrow your eyes on the chat, watching the chat go from talking about the gameplay and his ‘poor gaming skills’ to being flooded with what looked to be fan girls gushing over him.

Nam-gyu hears the bed creak and the blankets rustle, his head turning to the side to look at you. He smiles, you know it’s directly at you, for you- it makes your heart melt. You try to adjust your furrowed brows and small frown before he notices, it obviously fails when his furrowed brows mirror yours, his dark eyes focusing in even more on you in a silent question of ‘are you okay?’

You smile, almost beaming and nod- giving him a thumbs up. It seems your over enthusiasm just makes him more suspicious. Nam-gyu chuckles a bit to himself and gives you a look of ‘I know you’re lying.’ Before turning back to the camera and the chat.

“I just got it done! It’s sick as fuck right!” Nam-Gyu responds to the chat, falling back into a rhythm instantly. You watch on your phone as he’s scooting back to show off the new tattoo on his bicep.

He looks so fucking good- you can’t even blame the chat for thirsting over him.

Arm flexed as his long fingers trace over the new lines of the tattoo. The way his hair is pulled up and how he’s wearing his glasses low on the bridge of his nose only add to it.

“It goes up my shoulder and across-“

Your boyfriend’s voice is background noise at this point as you watch even more of the comments you know decided you did mind, flood into the chat box sat on the right side of his stream lay out.

‘Lord I know those fingers can reach crazzzyy places’

‘Let me take you out. I’ll literally be your sugar mommy ohmylawddddd’

‘The glasses STAY ON’

‘I cannot believe he’s single holy shit.’

You sit up suddenly, eyes narrowing at the screen as if you could see the person who left the comment. Maybe the harder you glare at the letters on your phone the more likely that random chatter could feel your wrath.

You watch as the chat catches on to the one users comment.

‘He’s single?! No way!?’

‘Move guys!!! My turn!!’

‘Girlfriend applications starting when?!’

To make it all worse it seems Nam-Gyu is noticing every chat but those ones! Maybe that’s a good thing, that he’s not edging on these fangirls. But he’s not correcting them and that’s what makes you seethe with a petty rage you hated that you were developing.

“You know I’ve been thinking about playing that game! Let me see if I can download it. You cool with that chat?” Nam-Gyu says, responding to a random comment that was actually about video games, one requesting him to play a game. The comment above and the many ones that rolled in after were filled with fangirls begging for a chance at him.

It’s childish. It’s so petty! You know you shouldn’t feel any type of way towards some random people behind the screen that would have no chance at getting with Nam-Gyu ever. But you do. You do feel it. Every comment that rolls in making some reference to how there’s no way that he could be single makes you hate that you ever made the decision to keep your privacy.

You’re so engrossed in watching your phone, sat up ridged and chest heaving as you squint at the bright screen, that you don’t realize Nam-gyu was watching you. You don’t see how he catches your scowl.

Nam-gyu knows you’re watching the stream. He knows that the only thing that could anger you at the moment in time would be the chat. His games paused and he hasn’t done anything outlandish.

Then he finally sees the comments he’s missed. The ones boldly claiming he’s single, the mass of fangirls thirsting over him and saying how neglected he’s been since hes single.

He falters. Staring dumbfoundedly at the chat. Sure he’s gotten fangirls commenting on his looks here and there but with the new ‘knowledge’ of him being single- oh boy, it ramped up.

“W-what where did you guys even get that fucking info? You guys just believe anything ya see!?” Nam-Gyu says reading the chat, leaning forward to try and catch every new one that blips into existence on his screen. He’s laughing, genuinely finding it funny how dumb people seemed to be. Just taking someone’s word and running with it.

“You guys are fuckin’ crazy. Some of you need to be spayed, my god.” He says chuckling, genuinely entertained by the way people would say anything behind a screen.

But he doesn’t correct them.

Nam-Gyu keeps to his word of the past and keeps you private. Maybe anyone with half a brain cell would have caught on to his words- realize that what he meant was he wasn’t single. It’s what you two agreed on, private not secret. He also doesn’t know why people cared so much, he’s a gaming channel why the fuck should his personal relationships matter when he’s trying to play a cheap horror game?!

You taste blood.

Gasping softly to yourself, you touch your bottom lip- the one you’ve been gnawing on anxiously as you watch the chat. You grumble to yourself, licking the blood off your lip.

Nam-gyu, despite having his gaming headphones on, hears the disturbance from your area. He looks over, seeing your state. His breath catches in his throat, he hates seeing you like this. He sees your thumbs hovering over your phone, keyboard open as if you’re debating on typing something.

Your boyfriend knows you too well. Way too well. He can see the gears turning in your head, practically watching the words pop up in your brain as you conjure up some wild thing to say in chat to get the comments to stop.

“I know I gotta start wearing my hair up more…”

You hear his voice again, it brings you out of the trance you were in. The message you were thinking of sending in chat completely erasing from your mind when you hear Nam-Gyu speak to the chat once again.

“I’ll get my girlfriend to teach me how to do it myself. She did pretty good didn’t she?”

Your heart jumps, you watch his face cam as he touches and plays with the small ponytail you had pulled his hair back into.

It’s almost comical the way the chat seems to pause. Chats still roll in about the game, others complimenting him and agreeing with his statement with a ‘she killed it!’ Or ‘I knew a girl did that! It’s too good for you to have done it’… but none of the ones begging to have a chance to be his girlfriend.

You smile, eyes flicking up from your phone to look at where he sits at his desk. “I’m honestly confused how you guys thought I was single. She literally lays on the bed every stream.” Nam-gyu points behind him.

You look back to your phone and to his face cam. Where he points you could see the tent in the blankets from where your feet were. Now that he’s pointed it out, it’s so obvious someone was lying in the bed. But it seems for months prior, everyone thought it was just the bed’s blankets bunched up.

You laugh a bit to yourself as you see a few comments come in that were from ‘normal’ fans, playfully making fun of him.

‘Lies!! Thems just pillows under a blanket.’

‘That ain’t no girl. Your gooner ass probably has a sex doll in the bed’

“You guys seriously don’t believe I have game?! Oh my god!!!” Nam-Gyu groans, dramatically leaning back in his hair and running his hands down his face.

You look at your phone confused as you watch Nam-Gyu begin to wheel away from the camera in his gaming chair, back towards the bed.

Given no time to react, he spins the gaming chair around and grabs at your waist, “Alllllright c’mere.” Nam-gyu says, pulling you into his lap with ease. He settles you so you’re being held like an infant- legs draped over one armrest while your back leans against the opposite one.

Your laughter echos throughout the room, surely being picked up by the microphone he uses to stream. He spins the chair around and scoots back forward towards his desk.

“See chat?! I’m not fuckin’ lying. I have a girlfriend.” He says damn near holding you up to the camera. You wave bashfully, not knowing what to do.

Nam-gyu senses your slight unease and lifts a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks. “Just such a pretty thing! That’s why I’ve been hiding her!! Can’t have any of you dweebs tryna slide into her DMs.” He jokes, showing you off.

‘Awh!!! She’s so pretty!!’

‘Stop the way he just grabbed her and put her in his lap!!! Ugh so cuteeee!!!!’

‘She’s doing charity work bro’

‘Please tell me you’ll bring her back on!!!’

“This is my channel! You guys are begging to see more of her?! What is this!!”

You laugh at his amped up dramatics and playfully roll your eyes. Nam-gyu smiles widely, dropping his hand from your face. He places a quick kiss on your cheek as the cherry on top of it all.

‘Someone clip this!!!!!! Omg so cute!’

‘Stfu I’m gonna edit them’

‘She’s so pretty she needs to drop a makeup routine’

‘Forget about him.. I want her!!!!!’

“If you guys behave yourselves…” Nam-Gyu says, putting on a scolding fatherly tone- trying to keep a serious face even though he fails severely. “We’ll have girlfriend time. I’ll share her with you guys for a few streams.” He says playfully, moving his legs up and down to make you rock in his lap. “We can play some co-op games or do some challenges in upcoming streams.”

‘Ugh…lame now I don’t want to watch him if he has that thing with him.’

The chat catches your eye, a blurry image in a sea of positive comments. You knew this was inevitable with going public with a famous streamer with such die hard fan girls….but that sure doesn’t make it easier.

“Ahahhhh! Get fucked then.” Nam-gyu says- he saw the same comment. He leans forward, you moving with him as he reaches for his mouse. With a few clicks you see a notification that the user who left the comment was banned.

“If anyone else has some dumb fucking shit to say, be my guest. The block buttons lookin realllll tempting right now.”

Yeah….he don’t play about you.

I hope you all enjoyed this one. It’s a little shorter than some of the other things I put out but I really had fun writing it!!!! I wanted to keep up the posting schedule to help me get back into the swing of things. Let me know what yall think !! - <3 wiwi

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scream4toji · 5 months ago

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okok underground cage fighter toji all bloodied up *deeply inhales* i’ve been thinking of this for AGES. going to see him at a fight and watching him and then smut afterwards??? 👀

Bare-Knuckle Figher Toji x naive f. reader

(warning: Smut, +18 only nsfw, sex, unprotected sex, mention of blood, mention of act of exhibitionism, some grammatical errors- was rushing)

2.2k

It was the brawl of the year. A crowd had gathered to witness Toji Fushiguro bare-knuckle his way to the top, cementing his reputation in the underground scene. This was your first time attending one of these illegal fights. Watching people beat each other bloody, only to get stitched up by some quack doctor and thrown back into the cage like bait meat, had never appealed to you. But when your friends offered an extra ticket, it felt better than staying home and mindlessly flipping through channels.

What you didn't expect was for you to blend in with the crowd and start cheering. Throwing fists in the air every time HE landed a punch on his opponent. Each shout from the audience felt like an extra shot of adrenaline pumping through your body. Your eyes were dilated to take in the bloody scene, capturing each moment, mesmerized by the man who was fighting for his life. It wasn't the fight sucking you in. It was HIM.

And as you got closer to the cage, your fingers curled around the metallic wires, your heart racing to the rhythm of the chants ‘TOJI TOJI TOJi’ and your eyes locked for a brief moment.

In that brief moment, you notice his dull green eyes had faded. He received a heavy blow to the side of his face, and his handsome face was suddenly covered in blood from a busted nose and lip. All because he got distracted for a split second. Of course, you blamed yourself. But maybe he wasn't looking at you? Maybe it was someone else in the crowd he had captured with his gaze and allured them towards his heart. Yeah….why the hell would he be staring at you? Someone who wasn't really interested in this illegal barbaric sport yet you could watch him brawl for hours. You already planned to look up his Instagram and watch his training videos.

Luckily, a bloody lip and nose did not seem to affect Toji. For some reason, he caught a second wind and was landing punches with a newfound desire to win. He felt revived and perhaps the bloody face woke him up from his daze because he won the match and the crowd cheered frantically. The frenzy was unreal. And soon you were pushed to the back of the horde as everyone frantically moved ahead to get a good look at their champion. Eventually, he was out of your sight and your grasp. That was the end of your short-lived fantasy.

—————-

You were waiting outside for your Uber. It was a cold winter night and you didn't exactly dress weather-appropriate. You were told it would be hot and suffocating in the basement of the bar and so you wore a skirt and a tank top. Luckily you had a hoodie to shield your upper body from the cold air. But your legs felt like stiff rods.

It was 11pm and the post-match party was fully underway. More people were dropping by to attend the party. You had work tomorrow so it was best to wrap up your little nightly adventure and head home, with a new interest at heart. His bloodied-up face flashed before your eyes and how your eyes met for a brief moment. That split second spoke volumes. It was enough for you to fall for him.

But you will never see him again. This was a one-night experience because it was really hard to get tickets for illicit events.

Your phone dings. Your Uber is here. As you step forward to get into the Toyota Camry, someone else steps forward and proceeds to open the door. You look up and notice a large muscular man in a hoodie trying to steal your ride. You glance at your phone to confirm the licence plate before you make your next move.

“Hey Excuse me! This is my ride!”, you explain with a bit of attitude in your voice.

The man turned around and you barely got a glimpse of his features under the hood but you recognized him immediately! From this day forth you will always recognize him.

It was the fighter who captured your heart. Toji Fushiguro. Your heart quivered and your knees were about to buckle. His face was patched up good. Tissues stuffed up his bloody nose and a steri-strip on the side of his lip that was sure to leave a scar.

“Ya sure bout that?”, he asked while opening the car door for himself. You also noticed his bandaged-up knuckles and taped wrist.

“Um ya. But that's ok. I’ll call another”. Your tone was quick to change.

“Nah… ya paid for this one. I thought it was a taxi”, he said and was about to step back from the car but stopped when his manager walked out of the building.

“Hey Toji. Can’t have ya staying the night on your own. You just got a damn good concussion and need monitoring”, his manager, Shiu, explained.

Shiu looked at you and then back at Toji and then back at you. Of course he misunderstood the situation. “Unless you picked up a fine date and plan to spend the night together”, Shiu continued.

Toji wasn't ready to be lectured. He rests his hand across your shoulder and begins to lead you towards the Uber. “Just play along”, he whispered once he got you into the car and slid in beside you. He looked out at Shiu and gave him a ‘happy mom?’ look and his manager just gave him the middle finger and walked away.

It happened all so fast. Your heart was pounding and his arm was still casually resting on your back. Toji could most definitely feel your intense heart racing. The car began its journey towards its destination, your house.

“Sorry doll. He can be such a pain ‘n the ass”, he spoke, his voice muffling out the thumping of your heartbeat.

“It's alright”. That was all you could manage to say. You opened your mouth several times but would quickly seal your lips back up.

“So ya live ‘round here?”, he asked while lowering the hood of his hoodie as he felt he was safe to expose himself.

“Yeah. 10-minute drive. You?”, you stupidly ask. As if a famous guy engaging in illegal activities would reveal his whereabouts.

“Out in the country with the cows. So….”, there was a long pause from him as he stared at you. You looked up at him and a bright blush spread across your cheeks from his intense gaze. “I saw ya watchin’ my match earlier. You like fights?”

“Um no…” you replied, unable to even process what he just asked. Your nervous brain fog was kicking in.

“Well you sure were into it. You like to see me fight?”, he asked again, trying to understand you.

“Ya”. Again you just stared at him, honest with your answers but also not giving much for him to work with.

“Is that so”, he chuckled. He realized his nostrils were still stuffed with bloody tissues. He removed them quickly and tossed them out of the window. “So you gonna take care of me?”, he asked.

“Pardon?” His question pulled you out of the star-struck daze.

“Take care of me? Can't be left alone, remember? Got hit in the head too many times”, he poked the side of his forehead with the index finger.

“Oh!” Why couldn’t you string up a decent sentence?

“Oh? Gonna take that as a no?”, he tried to confirm. Your nervous behaviour was quite endearing in his eyes.

“No. Yes. I mean….”, you try to get the words out but no matter how you answered him, you were defeated by your own tongue.

Toji chuckled and shifted in the car seat so his thigh was rubbing against your bare legs. “Ya got 5 more minutes to decide doll. Or else I gotta order me another ride”, he whispered into your ear, his patched-up hand resting on your thigh under your skirt, his intentions became clear.

————-

You tried to offer him some tea or a meal but he refused. He was only interested in one meal, you. He sat on the couch, his eyes watching you closely, studying your every move. That had become a habit as a fighter, watching people how they moved and predicting their next series of maneuvers.

You sit beside him, a TV remote in one hand and you start fidgeting with the channels. It may feel like you were acting like a nervous child but could he blame you? This was the first time you ever brought in a random stranger into your house whom you just met for barely 10 minutes and all you knew was his name, his occupation and the name of his manager. For all you know, he could be a killer or hitman on the side. One thing was for certain, you came to realize you had a knack for bloodied-up muscular men who can fight a good fight.

He noticed you side-eyeing him from time to time. He pulled off his hoodie to reveal his toned muscular body, the tight compression clothing fully displaying his assets. He leaned back into the couch with his heavy arm resting on the back of the couch, behind you.

You give him some more side eyes, your thighs now rubbing against each other to ease off the burning heat. Of course any subtle movements and he would be quick to notice.

“Gettin’ a little hot down there?”, he asked shamelessly.

Your eyes are wide in shock and you just focus straight ahead at the TV to avoid his question.

He lowers his hand down towards your thigh and you allow him to crawl under your skirt. His bandaged hands felt rough on your smooth soft skin.

He casually lifts up your skirt and leans forward and clicks his tongue. You were wearing light purple underwear and there was an obvious wet spot between your plush thighs.

“Gettin’ very hot down there”, he answered his previous question.

You could be dying from embarrassment right now but your primal urges took over and you spread open your legs to give him a better view and access. His own dick was ready to spring out but he had to make sure you were ready for it.

He humbled you. He fuck'n humbled you when he slid off the couch and onto his knees, face buried between your thighs, his tongue flicking to taste the arousal that soaked through the fabric.

Knees locked, legs stiffened, your fingers digging through his scalp. He wasn’t just a master fighter. His tongue found your harden clit and he had you cumming in no time, panties on and everything.

Your body was trembling and he lowered your panties down your thighs to watch your pussy lips flutter from the aftershocks. He hummed to himself with deep satisfaction.

He stood up to remove his hard cock from his tight pants. You kicked off your panties while watching him stroke his length, observing it grow further with each stroke. You could just make it a hobby to stare at this man stroking his veiny shaft with his patched-up beaten fists.

Toji was surprisingly gentle when he entered you. He kissed you on the lips and threw both your legs over his broad shoulders before pushing past your folds. He made sure he started off slow in case he hit a barrier of some kind. He didn’t. So he pressed in deeper until all his length disappeared and settled inside you. “Takin’ it all like a champ. Well done doll”. He grinned as your walls tightened around his length, massaging him and begging for him to move. “Ya like it rough?”, he asked, not moving because he wanted you to tell him how you liked it.

“Yes”.

“Gonna need more than a yes doll. Come on. Tell Champ Toji how ya like to be fucked”. He slid in and out just a little, teasing the end of your tunnel with a kiss from his tip. You could feel some of his precum pooling inside.

“Hard. Please go a little harder!”, you begged, the slow pace killing you. You wanted it a little rough. You wanted a taste of his raw strength that you fell so much in love with while witnessing his fight earlier.

Toji didn’t need to be told twice and his hips were already in formation and now hammering away into your greedy pussy, folding and moulding your body further into the soft cushions of the couch.

The sound of skin slapping reminded you of the bare punches he landed on his opponents. His grunts and groans behind each thrust took you back to the fight. You closed your eyes and imagined him fucking you in the cage. Instead of blood, your bodies are covered in sweat and cum. Your moans are muffled by the sound of the roaring crowd cheering you on as he has a marathon of sex in front of his fans, personally claiming you in front of them all.

Your eyes snapped wide open when he came deep inside you, his warm seed forcing you back to reality. You were back on your couch and his hips were still moving despite dumping a hefty load inside you.

“Mmm passed out there for a second doll. Ya ok?”

You just nod your head a ‘yes’.

“Good. Cause I’m just gettin’ started”.

This was not a one-nighter. No. Toji became so fond of you and your hot pussy that a month later he invited you to play out your perverted fantasy after an intense victorious fight. Whether you fancied an audience or not was left to your judgment.

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