#my sexy blue-eyed princess

[thrandhue]

can’t forget him

[tonycries]

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.

Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing. 

Word count. 9.0k

A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.

Your younger brother’s new babysitter was hot.

With a capital h. 

Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.

Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadori’s from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly. 

The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air. 

Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couples’ cruise they’d won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.

Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - who’s divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome. 

What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.

Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?

Alas, the universe isn’t on your side, and you don’t get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real? 

You double check the address you’ve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that won’t make your head spin before reaching for the door again.

But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesn’t do much to hide that godly physique. 

“Not that m’complaining, but who’re you and why’re ya in my house?” you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable. 

“Choso,” he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot. 

You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where you’d heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, you’d know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks. 

Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. “Not surprised you haven’t seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.” he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you can’t place. “M’babysitting your brother for tonight.”

You almost don’t hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo? 

In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, you’d only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didn’t know what exactly you’d anticipated. You just didn’t expect him to be so…hot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.

God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol. 

“Damn,” you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Everything alright there?” he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.

You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. “Mhm, perfect.” Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.

Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, “Well, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jus’ know I’m always down to-” 

And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - that’s when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots you’ve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.

Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine. 

And then it’s all black. 

To match his eyes.

---

The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though you’ve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact. 

Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers of…your bed…that you’ve been tucked into? 

Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment. 

Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

And just as you’re entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he must’ve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that. 

With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.

And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“G’morning,” he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. “Feeling any better?”

You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.”

Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. “It was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, c’mon, your brother and I are making pancakes.” 

You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to... y’know, act like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time-” 

“It’s al-”

 “I swear I’ve seen ankles-”

A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. “S’alright, sweetheart. I didn’t mind.” 

And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didn’t trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about. 

Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, “Besides, it was kinda cute.”

And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadn’t uttered words that sent your mind reeling. 

As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Choso’s warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.

You just didn’t realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso. 

It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever he’s scheduled to babysit.

You’ve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brother’s hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye. 

Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve. 

At this point, Choso’s at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brother…and sometimes Yuji, but semantics.

“Semantics” are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-

Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as you’ve said - semantics.

Yet, sometimes you even think there’s a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.

…

Nahhh. 

Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.

Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.

And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again. 

His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.

Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.

So he does have nipple piercings.

God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.

As you approach, Choso’s grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.

The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.

“Shoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, y’know.” you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.

Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. “Maybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,” 

You scoff, “Maybe you should stop being a distraction then.”

His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, “S’not my fault you’re so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.”

“Oh, it’s on now.”

“Well, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,” Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.

Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.

---

Now, Choso knows you’re hot - always has.

Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yuji’s dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. 

But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring “Beg for mercy and I’ll let you off easy, Choso.”

“Kinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.”

Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, “Then, better run for your life.”

Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that- 

A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesn’t even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as he’s drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.

Too focused on trying not to make it obvious he’s mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogether…

Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory. 

Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that he’s not just screwed, he’s absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.

So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.

Like, right now.

Shit. 

With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso can’t help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.

And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least he’ll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.

With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you. 

Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.

With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasn’t as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He can’t help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock. 

Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. “Shit.” he breathes, “J-jus’ like that, sweetheart.” 

Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-

He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock? 

One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lil’ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well. 

Or maybe…

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins. 

Maybe you’d be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, you’d probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, “Now now, baby. If you don’t act like a good boy then you won’t get to cum~”

“Sh-shit, hah-” Choso thinks he’s going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him. 

All for him. 

It’s too much. 

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. “More. Need m-more, sweetheart.” 

Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Choso’s thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon. 

Choso’s heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows he’d be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind. 

Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows you’d do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand. 

Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you won’t call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows he’s fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.

But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. He’d kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.

Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could. 

“Cum f’me, baby.” you’d mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. “Mm, fill me up with your cum, wan’ taste you, baby-”

“Fuck,” he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.”

You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isn’t making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him. 

You. 

And then he’s cumming. 

A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and he’s spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-

You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.

You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what he’d been doing on this suspiciously long “bathroom break”.

Shit.

Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.

But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him. 

Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldn’t have to-

…

God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow. 

Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course. 

Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.

…

Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved. 

Either way, what you’d expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.

Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.

At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.

Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.

And you didn’t mind?

In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-

Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?

You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-

Click!

You’re sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

---

You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldn’t decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies

And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldn’t help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.

But if there’s anything you’ve learned about Choso - it’s that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.

You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew he’d be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew he’d have more very fun bathroom breaks.

Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt. 

Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time. 

It’s only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.

“The big guns” being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R. 

It wasn’t too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.

You just didn’t think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of “Netflix no chill. Haha jk…unless?” But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?

And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yuji’s place, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right? 

It’s a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.

Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you weren’t lying about the movie being rated R.

Now, Choso certainly didn’t come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasn’t expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.

Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.

Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.

Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.

This was absolute torture. 

“God, this is so painfully fake. Don’t you think so?” your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.

His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. “Oh, yeah.” voice rough with a hint of nervousness. “I’ve seen better performances in middle school plays.”

You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. “I mean, who even writes this stuff?” you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. “It’s like they’ve never actually had sex before.”

Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success. 

“Yeah, exactly,” he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. 

“Choso, just a thought.” you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. “Wanna recreate the scene better?”

His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. “Do you know what you’re saying?” he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.

You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. “Absolutely.”

It was like something snapped.

Because then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him. Because goddammit you haven’t spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.

Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didn’t have enough time. And he probably didn’t. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.

Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.

You minx.

Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one he’s shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.

God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.

Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.

“Kiss me, you fool.”

And, well, Choso didn’t have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.

With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing. 

You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. “Choso- bed.” you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. “Now.”

Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, “Honestly, sweetheart. I don’t even hah- know if we’ll make it there.” Mumbling against your lips, “Would you kill me if I take you right here right now?”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t fucking do something.” you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.

Choso doesn’t pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he teleported there.

Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Choso’s snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting. 

“Always wanted to do this.” you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue. 

“Oh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- f’my piercings, sweetheart.” Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that. 

Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-

Oh god, if you had to describe Choso’s face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.

Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.

You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Choso’s eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers “Guess you were expecting this, huh?” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. 

Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, y’know,” you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously. 

And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. “Now, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?” 

You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. “Wha- that doesn’t matter. I was drunk and-”

Smack!

The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.

“What was it, sweetheart?”

You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. “I- it’s stupid. I was gonna say that I’m down to sit on your face, baby.”

“Thought so,” he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions. 

God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, “Now, sit on m’face.”

And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Choso’s pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples. 

Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping. 

Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.

Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing. 

“Luckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on m’face ever since I saw you.” sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips. 

He barely even gets the words out before he’s surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.

Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face. 

He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. “Hngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-”

Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him “baby”. It’s as if every wet dream he’s ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-

His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.

“Oh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. S’good.” your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue. 

Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. “Ah! Right there - jus’ like that!”

As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost don’t notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.

Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water. 

Oh, how you’d kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.

So you do. 

Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide. 

“Shit,” you whisper, voice strained with need. 

You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you. 

And that’s probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue. 

“Oh?” he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. “Didn’t think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gon’ make me cum, hm?”

Now, you’ve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Choso’s painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs. 

You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could. 

Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. You’re really a dream come to life. 

A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl. 

Popping off with a lewd squelch, “Feels good, baby?”

“Feels perfect.”

But he wasn’t gonna fall far behind.

Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.

Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.

Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-

Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.

Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips. 

Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.

So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same. 

Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Choso’s mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat. 

Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later. 

Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Choso’s pretty face. 

You’ve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt. 

“Didn’t say we were done yet, sweetheart.” he mutters. You weren’t done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.

And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well. 

“Hah- fuck-” you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. “So fuckin’ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.” The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him. 

Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more. 

You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. It’s animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty. 

And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Choso’s eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.

The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.

“Now, what do we say, sweetheart?”

A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Thank you.”

Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that you’re splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.

Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.

You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock. 

And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass. 

“Ah- hngh- oh fuckkk.” you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Choso’s shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till you’re gagging and moaning around them. 

Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldn’t see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?

“Now now, wouldn’t want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brother’s would get worried.” he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.

And yet, even when you’re being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. “There’s no one else home, though?.”

The corners of Choso’s lips lift into a devilish grin, “The neighbors, sweetheart.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. He’s just joking, right? Right?

“Wha-”

And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.

Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.

Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time he’ll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you don’t know what it feels like when you’re empty without him. 

But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.

There’s no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.

Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason. 

“Sh-shit, sweetheart. God, s’tight. better than I ever could’ve imagined.” he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.

“Oh, yeah- wanted this for so long-”

You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.

And because you can’t leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders. 

Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more. 

Maybe you say those words out loud - you don’t even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him,  “More? My sweetheart wants more?”

And, as you’ve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get. 

“Then fucking- take it.” he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.

And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.

Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, “Yes. Yes yes yes- wan’ cum. Need more. Need you-”

“Fuck- Hngh-” is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Choso’s balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all he’s wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.

“Sh-shit, sweetheart.” he rasps into your heated skin, “So close- m’ so close.”

You all but sob at his words, “M’too- hngh- ah, m’gonna cum, baby.”

You didn’t expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didn’t think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you “Shit, you’re driving m’crazy, y’know that?”

“I know.” you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.

And what you didn’t expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.

Choso’s hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, “Always did, y’know?”

“I know.”

“No- y’don’t hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-”

“Choso, just kiss me.”

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesn’t match the way he rams his cock inside you. 

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut. 

White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white you’ve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.

It’s messy. It’s sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that it’s all you could ever want. 

As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isn’t seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully. 

A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.

In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isn’t laying his full bodyweight on you.

Too afraid to break you.

To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.

And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.

“My parents are coming home tomorrow.” you start, casually. 

“Mhm. But I’ll still be around here, sweetheart.” Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks he’d made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves. 

Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. “For babysitting?”

“Nope.”

Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed. 

“God, am I glad your parents aren’t home.” 

Except maybe those. 

You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.

Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.

“Well, we still have time so how about-”

A distant click!

“Honey, we’re home~!”

Shit.

A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[etheries1015]

Furina is a 100% a pillow princess who has delulued herself into thinking she can top her gf easily lmao

I was going to just make a short remark about this, but I ended up accidentally writing an entire fic about it. Haha!!

Furina X Afab!Reader- Reversing roles

General warnings: Afab reader, fem pronouns. Reader is a littttle bit mean, but in a sexy way, so it's fine! You use lot's of pet names for Furina. also, SEXXX!! YAA!!! 18+ minors DNIIIII

TW: None! But if I missed something, let me know and I shall update this accordingly <3

Absolutely. I adore this. I can imagine herself reading all sorts of books, reading up on such content surely means she easily could adapt it into practice, no? She loved thinking about pushing you to the bed, confident strides of her tongue against your pussy and making you cry out her name. She read once of this girl grabbing her lover by the back of the neck as she pressed her face against the pillow, she imagined it was HER pulling YOUR ass up in the air as she positions a strap against your hole and thrusting with vigor and precision.

She has the sassy attitude and vigorous spirit, surely. It's the way she would confidently declare you to be hers, as you sat there with a Calm and amused smile on your lips allowing your girlfriend to speak freely without interrupting or correcting her. She's always been in love with the theatrics, it didn't come much of a surprise to you if she attempted to act out a role that seemed befitting of a popular stage actor. Furina just LOVES touching you, holding your arms, hugging your waist, or even just sitting shoulder to shoulder. All signs pointed in the direction (in her mind) that she could top you in the bedroom, even if that wasn't entirely true. See, she had the mindset more than anything that it was possible, but not in practice. And as she says to your mutual friends how she's so clearly the one with top energy and you would be on your knees begging for her, you just sat there politely. Scheming on your next punishment.

"So, now you're lying, my dove?" You hummed with a finger trailing down the spine of Furinas arched back, before pulling on the collar and leash you had placed upon her flawlessly unmarked skin. Her ass was in the air as your strap was only to the tip between her folds- watching your girlfriend pathetically wiggle her ass in hopes for more of a release.

"I-I ..I would never!" She attempted to theatrically declare, immediately regretting her words after noticing a shift in the air she tried to backtrack. "I'm sorry, please- ah-" You did was she dreaded- you pulled the rest of the strap out of Furinas tight cunt and raised an eyebrow at the blue-eyed female. You knew she been reading erotic books with such content, and in her mind, she thought it'd be rather easy to top in the relationship. She always blamed it on you not being 'willing,' so...you decided to give your girlfriend what she wanted.

"Hmm. Then, why don't you try to be the too this time, my love? If you are so insistent on telling our friends in such confidence that you are, then you might as well not have fed them lies!" You smiled as you unbuckled your strap on from your thighs, Furina turning around on the bed watching with eyes wide with shock and apprehension as you handed her the toy and lay down on the bed. She slowly looked between you and the silicone cock- watching as your legs spread to show off your glistening folds. You tilted your head at her hesitation, before a chuckle escaped your lips.

"You DO know what to do with this, don't you? After all, you read all the books," you purred as you began to play with the pearl of your cunt, rubbing circles around it, "or at this rate, I'll have to finish myself..."

"I-I can do it! Do not underestimate my...skills! I am simply surprised that you..." Her face was a shade of red so dark you couldn't help but attempt to hold back a chuckle.

"That I was so willing to be the bottom? It's not like i'm ever against it, it just comes natural between us for me to top. But, if that's what your heart desires..." Furina pouted ever so slightly, grabbing hold of the strap-on and fumbling with the buckles after staring at it curiously for a moment. You gave her a minute to try and figure out how to adjust the straps to her size from yours, before offering up a helping hand.

"You just make it look incredibly easy..." She muttered as you let out a high-pitched laugh of amusement.

"That's because it is, dove. Here-" You guided her fingers to the place on the thighs where you adjust it, her face flushing red. Once firmly placed around her hips, you sat back once again and watched your rose-colored faced lover crawl forward and go to adjust the dildo in front of your entrance. You raised an eyebrow.

"You're not even going to prep me?" You teased, "I can do it myself, but didn't you want the full experience?" Furina was sometimes bothered in the way you were so easily able to make her pout, but she was almost determined to make you as flustered as you made her. So, she thought back of the way you played with her body before moving onto the strap-on, and bending over so her face was in front of your wet cunt. With uncertain eyes, she looked back up at you, and you couldn't help but feel only a little bit bad as she gave you those sweet doe eyes of hers a pleading gaze... You placed a loving hand on her head, stroking her gently.

"If you would like to stop here, we can. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, my dove," you purred. Furina shook her head.

"No!" She said almost too sharply, "I mean..no, I want to do this. I just...am worried...what if it's not good?" Your eyes squinted as a smile pressed ear to ear, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips as you continued to pet her hair in attempts to soothe your girlfriends nerves.

"It's okay. Just do your best," You encouraged. Furina looked back down and began to lower herself, thinking back to the sensation she typically felt when your tongue pressed against hers. Giving timid licks as if she were a kitten, you watched in fondness as her long eyelashes fluttered shut, and she clumsily began to quicken her pace. her tongue felt light as feathers on your cunt, almost tickling you, before you felt her wet muscle enter your hole. You continued to stroke her hair and tilt your head with a look of love in your eyes, before she looked up with slight disappointment on her face.

"Is it bad?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You...aren't making any sounds!" You raise a curious eyebrow and give her a smile free of judgement, shrugging slightly.

"Just because I'm not moaning doesn't mean I'm not enjoying the sensation, dear." Furina huffed and sat up, pushing your back against the bed and grabbing both of your knees and pulling them apart.

"Can I do it now?"

"You're rather impatient, aren't you?" You hummed, "You were barely down there for a few minutes. But...I loosened myself earlier, anyway, so it's fine. Go ahead, my love." Her eyes widened in surprise at the revelation that you had loosened yourself prior, meaning to her that you had planned this entire situation beforehand. The thought of you touching yourself in prep for her...without being able to witness such a rare sight? She bit her bottom lip before roughly pressing your knees up to your chest and lined the dildo at your entrance, the stretch of the toy causing you to suck in air and tilt your head back slightly with a satisfied hum in the back of your throat. Hearing you make even such a subtle sound of pleasure left Furinas practically drooling, moving her hips in a forward thrust in attempt to hear you moan her name even ever-so-slightly.

Her thrusts were short and quickly slowed, you could see the focus on her face and the lethargy that overtook her small body. The way she thrusted wasn't in any particular movement, it was straightforward and rather sloppy. You heard a whine escape her lips as she bent forward, her hands landing on either side of your head and continuing her hip movements. You used your hands to stroke her cheek and lift up slightly to kiss her as Furina continued to thrust inside of you, but it was easy to decipher her stamina in this regard was very little.

"Are you tired, my dove?" You coaxed into her ear, "Here..." before Furina could protest, you pushed her away slightly signaling for her to remove herself from your hole. She did as was directed, slightly disappointed, only to flip sides with to to which her back was now laying against the sheets and you adjusted yourself on top of the strap, entering once again and riding the top of your girlfriend. Furina watched in awe at your skill, the way you bounced on the silicone cock and used your fingers to rub yourself. Moaning Furinas name, you leaned forward and stared into her beautiful blue orbs with hearts in your eyes.

"Ah.." you moaned slightly, your hips continuing the movements, "you always look prettiest when you're beneath me."

After finishing your endeavors, Furina lay on the bed as you stand up and gather your dirty clothes and head to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Her face was red with embarrassment and hands covering her eyes, groaning and rolling around in bed.

"And in the end...you ended on top of me, anyways..." She whined, "The books make is sound much simpler!" You laughed and made your way back to your shared bed with your girlfriend, kissing her cheek and giving her a wink.

"It's okay, my dove. We have plenty of time to practice, it's not something you get overnight. And besides..." You leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"I love spoiling my precious little pillow princess <3"

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

I tried someone please do my fav ships ever justice plzz

Pen/anya always being destined/was to be a princess aka pretty bridgerton real and colin dimtri sexy pirates falling in love with strong independent blue eyed pretty redheads real! Polin never beating the dimtri Anastasia allegation! the fact that both are the best ships in their respective universes or whatever so real my mind/taste

Live action Anastasia and it’s Luke and Nicola as them putting it out there because they would eat so bad plzz

[sugudollz]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Thinking about Gojo being infatuated with his pretty little professor.

MDNI!! Inappropriate student/teacher encounter!! (I do not encourage this in real life!) not proofread oopsiessss :3 AFAB reader & reader is referred to as “princess” and “pretty” lolzz umm also if this doesn’t make sense I wrote this at 3am 😖 and again not proofread. I think this one is kinda tame too besides like the fucking and stuff not much dirty and kinky shit in here. (Bye this is so embarrassing to post LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE LET ME LIVE!! 😭)

Satoru who’s infatuated with his favorite professor, earning perfect attendance every week because he’s always so eager to see you, his gorgeous professor.

Satoru knows you’ve had countless failed relationships, and, not because he was being nosy and eavesdropping on your every phone call you’ve had with one of your closest friends, also knows that none of those past partners satisfied you romantically or sexually.

Now, Satoru is cocky, but he actually hasn’t had that many sexual encounters—maybe five, max! But Satoru is good at everything he tries, even if it’s his first time. So, imagine how good he’d be at pleasing you and fucking you into oblivion?

Believe me, Satoru has lost count of how many times he’s fucked his fist to the thought of you—imagining your moans and picturing his palm was your sweet pussy instead. Not-so-unbelievably, Satoru has always thought about what he’d try first with you—like, how and where would he fuck you? Would he bend you over, have you ride him, or even keep you in missionary? Would he grope your tits, rub circles on your clit? Would he pound into you on the couch or in the comfort of his own bed? Or maybe even in your office or your classroom.

At this point, Satoru is utterly obsessed with you, and he always looks forward to your classes and lectures. He’s always achingly hard when he sees you, palming desperately at his hardened cock under his desk as you ramble on about whatever.

He watches the way your boobs slightly jiggle when you move, the way your pretty lips open and close with every word you speak, the way your little skirt barely rides up your thighs every now and then—and he’s thinking about how your outfit barely passes the dress code, but God, you look so fucking sexy in it.

And yeah, those are all good things to be focused on in class, but what about right now, after class, your skirt bunched up to your waist and your blouse unbuttoned, tits bouncing from the sheer force of Satoru harshly pounding into you, his head buried in the nape of your neck, murmuring on about how long he’s been wanting this and about how hot it was when you were so oblivious to his obvious attempts to hit on you.

“Fuck, princess, I’ve been waiting so long for this—fuck! Squeezing me so tight, my dick’s gonna fall off, baby,” he coos into your ear, his hands holding tightly to the edge of your desk while your legs are wrapped around his waist, hands clawing into his forearm to ground yourself to earth.

“G-Gojo…!” You whine and squeeze your eyes shut, drool spilling out of your lips and now you’re seeing stars—you would have never thought your best student would be so good at fucking you stupid.

“Nuh-uh, baby, I told you I want you to call me Satoru, ‘Kay? It’s better that way, when I’m balls deep in your pretty pussy.” Satoru smirks, kissing away your tears that leak from your eyes. Peering up at him from your wet lashes, watery and doe eyed, you’re met with the sight of Satoru biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and he looks so beautiful—the way his snow white hair is sticking to his forehead because of his sweat and the way his blue eyes shine with lust and adoration as he looks down at you.

Satoru brings a hand down to rub random patterns on your clit, mesmerized by the way his favorite professor is allowing him to fuck her until she’s dumb and numb and speaking only incoherent things. He smiles softly before he starts feeling his hips stutter—a knot tying in his stomach and it’s getting harder to keep down his moans and grunts.

“F-fuck, princess, ‘m close… you too? Yeah? Gonna finish with me? Mhm? ‘S great, cum all over my cock and lemme cum deep inside this princess pussy of yours,” he’s rambling nonsense now, panting like a dog in your ear and you would’ve thought he just ran a marathon if it weren’t for his dick mercilessly drilling into you.

“Satoru—! Mmph! Cumming!” You whine and grip harder onto his forearms, creating crescent shaped marks on the flawless skin.

“I know, baby, me too, just—oh, shit!—cream on this cock for me, pretty,” Satoru moans before he starts spurting his load into your pussy, and you start gushing over his fat cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your legs push him impossibly deeper into you—creating such an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck… ‘Toru…” you mumble after your high has been rode out, your chest going up and down as you breathe heavily. Satoru pulls out of your pussy and rests beside you, his arm flying up to cover half of his face and he’s panting.

“So good f’me, princess…” he turns his head to the side to admire you and your fucked out expression, then, he leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow at class?”

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[quickiesgirl]

Better Than Playboy - Robin Buckley

Paring: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Sub/Dom, Nude Photos, Mentions Of Playboy Porno Mags, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Face Fucking, My Shitty Ass Writing.

Robin's foot anxiously tapped against the floorboard of Steve Harrington’s car as he drove the three of you back to their shared apartment.

Her short brown hair fell into the sides of her face as she stared down, covering the tasteful nudes that she hid between her thighs, flustered from the sight. 

Robin's collection of Playboy porno magazines is what gave you the idea to surprise your girlfriend with some seductive polaroids, taking inspiration from your favorite women.

Moments before, you could hear the small, neatly wrapped paper slightly crumble from behind you as she subtly tried to open your little gift in the backseat, listening to a subtle grunt escape her lips once finding the hand-taken photos inside. 

You were modeling some sexy lingerie that she had never seen you in before. It was an open-cup bra and a see-through thong set, bondage-style in her favorite color, red.

It looked like you were a centerfold model with those perky titties bulging out and your bushy pubes revealing through the thin material, a matching red choker wrapped around your neck with a metal heart dangling from the bottom. 

Robin was mesmerized, but one she just couldn’t keep her eyes off. In the picture, your thighs were spread open in some matching crotchless panties, exposing your glistening pussy with the words “Wet for you <3” written on the bottom in red marker. 

She was practically drooling onto the seat, and wouldn't even be surprised if a puddle of arousal was soaking through her blue jeans. Your pussy was really gonna get some attention tonight for giving her such a perfect present. 

Throughout the drive, you knew she was becoming more and more impatient the closer you got to the apartment. She needed to be alone with you, to touch you, to taste you in that very moment. 

“Uh, Steve?” Robin questioned, leaning in close and wrapping her arms around the back of your headrest as the three of you parked outside the apartment. He glanced over his shoulder at his bestfriend and unbuckled himself, “Yeah?”

 “Would you mind giving Y/n and me a minute?” 

Steve glanced between the two of you and nodded without a single clue of what was about to happen. “Sure, I’ll be inside.” 

You watched Steve exit the car and head straight into their apartment, leaving the two of you finally alone together at last. 

You eyed the polaroids that she slipped into the front pocket of her brown flannel and frowned. “You were supposed to wait until later to open that, Robs!” 

“Yeah, I know, I know... Just couldn’t help myself. Now, get your pretty ass back here and let me suck on that pretty pussy I’ve been staring at!”  

A grin spread across your face. You could never be mad at Robin, especially, when she talked dirty. You crawled into the backseat and didn’t wait to plop your ass down into your girlfriend's warm lap, making her blushingly smile.

She pushed some hair behind your ear and buried her face into your inner neck, sensually kissing as her hands gave your ass cheeks gentle squeezes. You tilted your head to the side and lightly moaned. “W-what did you think of the pictures?”

“Mh- are you really asking me that right now?” Robin joked as you gently pushed your palm into her shoulder and playfully whined, “Robs, come on, I wanna know!” 

Your words made a giggle vibrate her lips as she intentionally suckled your sweet spots a bit rougher than normal, knowing just how to make you sing with pleasure, putting the two of you at a bigger risk of getting caught.

Her strong arms wrapped around your waist and slowly laid you across the backseat, muttering between lustful kisses down your body, “Those photos, princess, were the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” 

You mischievously smiled, “Better than all your playboy magazines?” 

“Oh, fuck yeah, those women could never compete with my girl!” She said proudly, making your cheeks warm up lustfully. 

Robin opened your legs apart and unbuttoned your jeans, practically ripping your pants off in excitement, ogling those see-through, cherry-red thongs. The sight made her pussy clench around nothing, and that yearning desire to please grew bigger. 

 “Fuck- was my good girl really playing with herself throughout your little photoshoot?” She asked, hand cupping your clothed core feeling heat radiate into the palm of her hand. 

“Y-yes, I fucked myself t-to the thought of you touching me,” You said with a needy moan as you shoved your cunt into her hand, watching her blue eyes darken from the sight, “a-and eating me out.” 

“Aw, all your sweet talk’s gonna make me take goood care of this pussy.” Robin smirked softly, slowly sliding your panties down before moving down and burying her face between your thighs. 

There you were, spread out in the backseat, completely disrespecting your best friend, Steve Haringinton’s beloved BMW. 

Robin's hands ran up your heated body, taking handfuls of your soft breasts as she rapidly flicked your clit with her tongue that knew just what to do.

You arched your head back against the window and reached your hands down to grip her soft, brown locks, pulling her face closer, as you practicaly fucked yourself against her long, wet, wiggling tongue, making moans so loud that the neighbors could probably hear. 

At any other time you know Robin would have held your hips down and given you a little growl demanding you to stay still, but, you two were so desperate that she gave you a one-time pass, plus you looked fucking beautiful as she gazed up at you and watched you use her for your pleasure.

Robin’s saliva dripped down your heated core, which she used as lube to slip two fingers inside your neglected cunt, and coiled back against your g-spot.  

 “Mh fuck Robin, y-you’re gonna make me cum all over that pretty face!” You moaned, feeling your hot clit throb and pussy squeezed around her as she didn't let off, feeling your hips spasm against her before her fingers were coated in your warm, milky arousal, working you through your orgasm.

You felt like you were on a cloud of euphoria as you gazed down at your girlfriend with cum glistening across her pretty lips and chin, smiling ear to ear. 

“You're so beautiful after you’ve cum,” Robin said in admiration, washing your body in little sweet kisses and caressing your thighs while you came down from your high, “Maybe next time, I’ll catch you orgasming, and make a little scrapbook of your sexy photos.”  

“You better get my good side.” You teased, giving her a playful wink that made her grin as she leaned in close and connected her lips to yours for a sloppy, pussy tasting kiss.

Her hand ran down your waist, and position her fingertips to your clitoris that was coated in a mix of cum and saliva, the perfect lube that made her glide across your swollen bud with ease.

Your thighs lightly trembled beneath her, and your lips tugged away instantly as you threw your head back from the sudden sensitivity that rushed through your body. 

 Robin never felt sympathetic when you became her sensitive baby girl because she knew you could go all fucking night. 

“Up for round two? Or does my sweet girl not wanna get caught by Steve?” 

“Mh- I-I think I’m willing to push our luck.” You breathly said, pushing your pelvis up into her hand, making her smirk, “That's my girl...”

[justmystyles]

Now You're In My Life - Part 8

catch up here

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 3k

summary: it's the morning after your birthday, and it's time for you and Harry to have the talk you've been dreading.

warnings: 18+ NSFW, smut plain and simple

a/n: this is pretty much just a chapter of smut guys, don' t know what to tell you. it's going to start chilling out for a bit here, i promise.

*i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

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Your eyes flutter open, and you sigh happily at the feeling of Harry’s arm wrapped around you. You tilt your head up, admiring his sleeping form, mind replaying the events of the previous day. It was everything, it was perfect. You couldn’t possibly repay him for everything he did for you yesterday, but you were sure going to try. 

You began trailing kisses down his neck to his chest and lower. By the time you reach his butterfly tattoo, you hear a deep rumbling, and lift your eyes, lips still on his skin, you are met with Harry’s groggy green eyed stare. 

“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” Harry says sleepily as his hand lifts to tangle in your hair. 

“It’s not my birthday anymore, so now I get to make you feel good.” You purr, sliding your hand into his underwear, his hips thrust involuntarily in response as you slowly begin to stroke him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening. “So good, Y/N.” 

You lean up to whisper against his lips. “But it could be better.” You give him a quick peck as you release your hand, moving it to his waistband, “Lift up for me, please.” He complies immediately, lifting his hips to allow you to remove his underwear. “Thank you,” you say sweetly, kissing the tip of his nose. 

“God, how do you make being polite so fucking sexy?” He groaned. 

You shrugged coyly before pulling back to admire him laying before you completely naked. You rake your eyes down his body, they go wide when they land on his hard cock. You audibly gulp at the size of him. 

Harry smirks at your reaction. “Like what you see, princess?” 

“Mmhmm,” you hum in reply, returning your lips to his body, continuing your descent. 

Harry watched you intently as you reached your destination, wrapping your hand around his cock, and licking your lips in anticipation. You lean down licking his length, swirling your tongue around the head before bringing him into your mouth. 

Harry’s head dropped back, hissing at the sensation of being in the wet heat of your mouth. He moved his hand back down to your hair, lacing his fingers through your locks and cradling the back of your head as you slowly bobbed up and down on his length. 

“Fuck, such a good girl.” He groaned. “Such a perfect little mouth.” He began guiding your head, a silent plea to pick up the pace. You comply, feeling him hit the back of your throat causing you to gag. Harry’s hips buck at the sensation. 

He looks down, his lust blown eyes meeting yours. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He praises, you moan against him at his words. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Just like that, princess, I’m so close. Are you going to let me cum in that pretty mouth?” 

“Mmhmm,” you moan in response, feeling his cock twitch at your ministrations. You can sense that he’s close, so you pick up the pace. 

With a few more bobs of your head, and a perfectly timed swirl of your tongue, Harry’s grip on your hair tightens, a series of grunts and moans coming from him as he thrusts up and releases in your mouth.

You slowly remove him from your mouth and look up at him, smiling softly as he recovers. His head is back on the pillow, covering his eyes with his elbow as his other hand rests on his stomach. 

You adjust yourself so that you’re laying beside him, propped up on your elbow. “Did I… was that okay?” You ask tentatively. 

Harry chuckles in response, repositioning so that one arm wraps around you, the other comes up to rest against the side of your neck, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “It was perfect, princess. You’re perfect.” He leans in, kissing you deeply as you slide in closer to him. You both drift back off to sleep for a few hours. 

You didn’t have anything planned for the day until your family dinner, so you both decided to just spend a lazy day at home, relaxing and watching television. As you sat in his arms on your couch, you thought about the conversation you still needed to have. You were still trying to work up the courage to bring it up. Suddenly, a thought hit you.

How were you supposed to introduce him to your parents if you didn’t know where your relationship stood? 

You took a quiet breath to prepare yourself. “Harry?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. 

“What is this?” 

“Oh, it’s a show where people go to flea markets to buy old furniture then they flip it and…”

“No no no, I know what Flea Market Flip is.” You sit up, turning your body to face him. “I mean us.” He furrows his brow in confusion, you start to panic slightly. “I mean, we’ve been hanging out, and talking, and now doing… other stuff. And we’re having dinner with my family tonight, and I don’t know how to introduce you. You’re definitely more than just a friend, but I don’t know like, what to call you I guess?” Your nerves cause the words to fly out of your mouth at a rapid speed. When you finally pause to take a breath, Harry sees the worry in your eyes. 

Harry knew what he wanted you to call him, but he was more interested in getting inside of your head, and seeing what you thought about things. “What do you think we are?” 

“I honestly don’t know. I never thought I’d hear from you again after that first night.” You shrugged. “Then you invited me to New York for the weekend, and I thought that was going to be it for sure. I figured I was just like your east coast hookup or whatever. But you never ended up going away.”

“Did you want me to go away?” He asked, slightly nervous about your answer. 

“God no, especially not after New York.” 

“Why? What happened in New York?” You search his eyes, immediately regretting saying that. You couldn’t tell him you loved him, it was too soon. And you couldn’t imagine saying it first, not without knowing how he felt. “What happened in New York, Y/N?”

“I don’t know, we just spent all that time together. I felt really close to you. It’s when I realized I lo…” without thinking the word started to fall out of your mouth, but you caught yourself and quickly tried to correct it. “...ike you a lot. I like you a lot.” You could feel your face heat up, and you immediately looked down at your hands, which were resting in your lap.

Harry smirked, he had heard the slip up. He wasn’t going to let you get off that easy. “You like me a lot?” He asked, lifting your chin, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t think that’s what you were going to say, princess.” He was speaking in a smug tone, the same one he would use any time he was trying to push you into being a little more open with him. “Tell me.” 

Your eyes began welling up with tears, he moved his hand from your chin, cupping your cheek. Though his tone was smug, his expression held nothing but kindness and care. He watched you silently, giving you all the time you needed to get the words out. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I… I love you Harry.” 

You saw the brief hint of a smile before his lips were on yours, his tongue running along the seam of your lips, requesting permission to enter which you immediately granted. You both poured everything you had into that kiss, all of your emotions, all of the feelings you had been holding back. Harry’s hands moved to your hips and he pulled you forward to straddle his lap. 

His hands slid up your body, holding your face and you lifted your own, holding onto his wrists. When you finally pull apart for air, your foreheads rest together. 

“I love you too,” Harry says breathlessly. 

“Yeah?” You question with a tone of childlike wonder.

“So much. I have since New York.” 

Your eyes go wide, and you lean back to look him in the eyes. “Really?”

He nodes his head with a wide, dimpled smile. “I remember the exact moment too.” You give him a questioning expression and he continues. “Yup, night one. Before the show, I had just stumbled upon your –”

“Nickname.” You both say at the same time. 

“That’s when I knew too. And then that kiss, I just…” You trailed off, with a wistful smile. 

You went on to explain that that was the reason for your shifting moods that weekend, you had fallen in love, and that you were scared. How you thought that when you went home, you would just be stuck with these feelings and you’d never hear from him again. 

Harry watched you speak with wide eyes as he took in your words, wishing he could go back in time and tell you the moment he knew. It would have eased so much of your pain and uncertainty. He vowed to himself that he would never make you feel like that again. 

“I am so sorry, princess.” He apologized, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “I hate that I made you feel like that. I promise, it’s been you since the second I laid eyes on you in that diner.” He left a series of soft kisses on your lips, each of your cheeks, and your nose. “And just so there’s no further confusion or doubt, Y/N will you be my girlfriend?” 

You nod frantically, leaning in to kiss him again, which he accepts eagerly. The kiss turns heated quickly and you couldn’t help but roll your hips, causing a small grunt to emerge from Harry. 

“Harry?” You whisper against his lips. He hums in response, running his fingers through your hair. “Fuck me.” 

His hand dropped from your hair and you watched his eyes darken. “Anything for my girl.” He tapped your thigh softly, signaling for you to get up. Once you were both standing, he pulled you into a heated kiss. “Let’s get you into the bedroom and do this right, shall we?” You nod in agreement and he takes your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

Once you crossed the threshold, he used your joined hands to pull you into him, kissing you as he guided you backwards toward the bed, pushing you gently onto it once the backs of your legs hit the mattress. He immediately begins crawling over you and kissing you again. “My beautiful girlfriend,” he mumbled as his lips moved down your jaw, his hands coming up to lift your shirt over your head. Once it was deposited on the floor, he returned to your neck, placing biting kisses against your throat. “Gonna mark you up so that everyone knows you belong to me.” 

You were so lost in the moment, in the feeling of his body on top of yours that you didn’t care about the hickeys you would need to conceal before dinner. If your boyfriend wanted to mark you, you were going to let him. 

You ran your hands up his thighs, grabbing the hem of his shirt, tossing it with yours on the floor. Your hands returned to Harry’s body, running down his chest, using your fingers to trace the outlines of his abdominal muscles. You felt him shutter under your touch. Encouraged by his reaction, your hand continued south, palming his hard cock through his sweatpants. 

“Mmm… that’s all for you my love.” Harry groaned, thrusting against your hand.

All you could do was moan in response, too preoccupied by the feeling of Harry’s hands moving to the waistband of your leggings. You instinctively lift your hips, allowing him to slide down your bottoms and add them to the growing collection of your clothes. He kissed down your body, pausing to lavish each of your breasts with his hands and tongue. As he moved further down your stomach, you squirm in anticipation. 

“Is my girl eager?” Harry looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Yes Harry, please.” You beg. He shoots you a cocky smirk before continuing closer to where you needed him most. 

Once he was settled between your legs, he let out a soft breath against your wet folds. You gasp at the sensation. 

“Look at that, so wet and ready for me. Aren’t you, princess?” 

“Yes Harry, only for you.” 

“Such a good girl. My good girl.” You whimper at his words, both from their meaning and for your need to feel his mouth against you. 

You let out a sharp gasp when you feel his tongue run a long slow stripe through your folds. Your hands drop into his hair, and your hips roll against his mouth. He moans against your clit and your legs snap closed around his head. He uses his hands to pry them open as his tongue circles your clit. 

You feel yourself teetering on the edge, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Harry can tell you’re close too, so he doubles his efforts. Before long, your grip on his hair tightens and his name rolls off of your tongue in a series of screams as he works you through your release.

Once he has licked up every last drop, he kisses lazily back up your body locking his lips with yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. As he kisses you, he slides a finger through your folds before inserting it slowly.

“Mmm… you’re so tight love, are you sure you’ll be able to take all of me?” 

“Yes Harry, I need you.” You assure him as your hands run down his body, sliding his pants down, allowing his rock hard length to spring free. 

He rolls off of you and stands from the bed. Your eyes snap open and you look over to see him walking toward his bag. “Where are you going?” 

He looks up, smiling softly at your concerned expression. “I’m just getting a condom, princess. I’ll be right back.” 

You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth and he eyes you curiously. “You don’t need one,” you bat your eyelashes at him. “I’m clean… and on birth control.” 

You hear a primal growl rip from Harry’s throat as he stalks toward the bed. “My naughty girl, you’ve been preparing for my cock, haven’t you? Wanted me to come here and fuck you proper, wanted to feel everything.” 

“Yes Harry. God yes.” You watch as he gives his cock two slow pumps before crawling back on top of you and lining up to your entrance. “Just go slow, please?” 

Harry kisses you softly in response. “Of course, my love. Gotta take good care of my girl.”

With that, he slowly began sliding inside of you, both of you moaning at the sensation. Harry’s face dropped into the crook of your neck as he buried himself to the hilt. 

He pulled back and studied your face. “Are you alright, princess?” 

“Yes Harry, more please.” Your voice wavers, the pressure combined with the raw emotion of the moment completely overwhelming you. 

“That’s my girl, you’re taking my cock so well,” he praised as he began to slowly thrust into you. You rolled your hips in time with his. “Fuck, just like that Y/N. Just like that.” 

The room is filled with the sounds of your heaving breaths and skin slapping against skin as Harry starts to pick up the pace. 

“You feel so good, princess. Like you were made for me.”

“I was,” you groan. “Love you Harry.” 

He looks down at you with an expression of pure love and adoration. “I love you too, my punk rock princess.” 

You reach up and pull him down into a heated kiss, swallowing each other’s moans as Harry’s thrusts become more erratic. “I’m close love, I need you to come with me.” With one hand on the mattress to support himself, the other glides down your body to where you two are joined and begins circling your clit. 

“Yes Harry, yes, right there…” Your back arches off the bed as you let go, your walls pulsing against his cock. He thrusts a few more times, burying himself inside of you and dropping his head with a loud groan as he paints your walls. 

You stay like that for several moments, coming down from your high. Soon, you feel Harry’s nose brush against your cheek before he kisses you softly. “Are you okay, princess?” 

“More than okay,” you reply. He chuckles at your response as he removes himself from you and drops down beside you. He wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. 

“I love you,” he says tenderly, kissing the top of your head. 

You place a soft kiss on his chest. “I love you too.” 

After several minutes laying like that, absentmindedly tracing patterns on Harry’s chest as he stroked his hand over your arm, you began to stir, attempting to roll out of bed. His arms tighten around you. “Wait, not yet. I want to do that ten more times.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck. 

“That would be nice,” you sigh. “But no can do. Time for you to meet my parents.” You break free from his grasp and jump to your feet, leaning in close so that your lips brush the shell of his ear as you whisper, “and after what you just did to their little girl? Such a dirty boy.” 

Harry groans in response, reaching for you but you expertly dodge him, sliding your clothes back on and moving into the bathroom to begin the daunting task of covering up the marks that Harry has left on you. 

[deandoesthingstome]

@itbmojojoejo I promised I'd get back to this for you. Finally found a little free time for fun! (I won't lie. If it sounds familiar it's because I copy/pasted and then just did some editing. Also, you and I might be the same person. Who knows.)

music genres: pretty much anything but, soul/rock/RnB is where I linger the most. I also have a thing I like to call bedroom pop - it's lofi vibes for chill or sexy times. I don't know if that's a real genre but I'm calling it.

shows & films: Firefly, Game of Thrones, Bridgerton, Stranger Things, Memento, The Last Kingdom, Vikings, The Princess Bride, Dune, 3 Body Problem, Midnight Mass (this is always hard for me; I don't really watch a lot of regular shows and the ones I do seem to have a million years between seasons so my old addled brain forgets them until they come out again!)

colors: lavender, forest green, midnight blue & black.

characters: Finan, Sansa Stark (she won me over!), Arya Stark, Brienne of Tarth, Jon Snow, Captain Mal, Zoe, Captain Syverson, Dean Winchester, Walter Marshall, Geralt of Rivia, Steve Harrington, ...(See that shows & films comment)

musicians: Otis Redding (anybody seen the STAX documentary), Black Sabbath, Hozier, Beyonce, Teddy Swims, Remi Wolf, Chappell Roan, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, George Michael, Cannons, Maggie Rogers, Frank Ocean, HAIM, Fleetwood Mac, Jaco Pastorius, ... I COULD GO ON FOREVER.

tags for some late night weekend fun: @raccoon-eyed-rebel @geralts-yenn @mayloma @littlefreya @liveoncoffeeandflowersss and anyone else who wants to start their own post and keep the fun going!

[ryukatters]

Happy birthday to my tall sexy white haired blue eyed princess you would’ve loved all the daddy’s home memes 💙🤍

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That always trying to make things just a little better Jew. At the same time don’t mind if I’m a self-centered Jew. I’m that persistent, sweat it out Jew.

That I made it big because I earned it Jew.

That give me what I want because I know that I deserve it Jew. That arrogant Jew. That humble Jew. That whatever Jew I’m in the mood to be Jew, just like you. That oh yes, I’m just getting started Jew.

I’m that Israeli Jew. That Caribbean Jew. That English, Indian, Sephardic Jew. That Ashkenazi blonde-and-blue-eyed no I’m not a shiksa Jew. New York Jew. LA Jew. Australia and Ukraine Jew. That Russian, South African, Ethiopian, and French #jesuisjuif Jew.

That proud of being Jewish Jew. That Jesus Jew. Judas Jew. That don’t know why I’m still being persecuted Jew. Scapegoat Jew. That whenever we’re murdered you probably think we had it coming Jew. But still, not afraid to wear my Star of David Am Israel Chai Jew.

I’m that feeling the world has gone mad and damn it I want to get off Jew. That way too much horror in the news everywhere I turn Jew. That fed up with ISIS beheading christians, knife-wielding, suicide bombing lunatics Jew.

That disgusted by Boko Haram Boston Marathon Lindt Cafe Pakistani school children killers and I’ve had enough of radical Islam to last me a lifetime Jew. That they’re killing so many of their own but somehow we’re blamed for that too Jew.

That wake-up world, Jew.

I’m that you don’t want to hear this but I don’t give a damn what you think Jew. That you’re just gonna have to deal with it Jew. That bullied in high school because I was rocking a yarmulke Jew. That standing up to you Jew. That talk to the hand Jew.

I’m that iron dome cheering fan club where were you when the missiles were raining down on Tel Aviv Jew. That just shalom motherf***ered you off my Facebook page Jew. That sick of your double standards Jew. That UN today equals Useless Nations to me Jew. That will fight it out if you have a problem with me Jew. And yet – that desperately want to live side by side in peace with you Jew.

That get to know me and you’ll see we’re not so bad like they make us out to be Jew. Bingo. I’m that “who knew?” Jew.

I’m that needing to explain Jew. That let’s figure it out together Jew. That questioning Jew. The never, ever just one answer Jew. That contemplative Jew. That wild-haired genius Jew. That psychoanalytical and let me tell you something about you and your mother Jew.

That never claimed to be perfect Jew. I’m that shelf sagging with Nobel prizes Jew. That brilliant scientist Jew. That astronaut Jew. That inventor of something that’s part of your everyday life but you don’t even know it Jew.

But I’m also that let’s laugh it up Jew. That I’m on a boat it’s good to be the king Jew. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’m that new rules-in-your-face, butt-kicking, sassy, sexy smart Wonder Woman Jew. That Harvard actress director and Princess Leia’s mother all rolled into one Jew. That Fiddler on the Roof, always performing but damn – I’m gone to soon Jew.

I’m that lox and bagel-noshing Jew. That falafel and hummus-eating Jew. That couscous, schnitzel, latkes and matzah ball soup Jew. I’m that only liberal democracy in the Middle East Jew. I’m that became a refugee when my ancestors were kicked out of Arab lands Jew.

I’m that political Jew. That activist Jew. That gay Jew and female Rabbi Jew. That eat a Big Mac but won’t touch bacon Jew. That looking for the truth forever wandering Jew. That just want to be married under a chuppah and break a glass under my heel Jew.

I’m that Merry Christmas, Ramadan Kareem, have a good whatever you’re celebrating Jew. I’m that Hindu high-fiving, Sikh fist-bumping, Christian-loving, Muslim friend-having, Buddhist and Baha’i love to get to know you better Jew.

I’m that religious Jew. That secular loving my heritage Jew. That brother in arms Jew. Hero Jew. Soldier turned olive branch holding Jew. That put three bullets in my back but you won’t kill my dream Jew. That yearning for peace and I’ve never been to Israel but I’ll get there someday because it’s my homeland Jew. That almost 6000 years and I’m still standing Jew. That Hatikva singing with a tear in my eye Jew.

I’m that won’t apologise for surviving Jew. That fighting for my rights Jew. That number one and number six million and every number in between Jew. That learned from what happened to us in the Holocaust Jew. That never, ever again Jew.

I’m that wish there were more of us Jew. That creative Jew, business, funk and folk Jew. That dancer Jew. Painter Jew. That tailor, baker, wedding singer Jew. That neurotic Jew, part Jew, let love rule and wannabe honorary Jew.

I’m that lucky father Jew. That husband to a wonderful woman Jew. That son to loving parents who worked hard so I would be happy Jew. That grandson to those who suffered so we would just make it Jew. That thanks to them, I’ve got my whole life ahead of me Jew.

I’m that everything’s got a reason for being and I’ll keep looking for the answer Jew. That writing this to all my Jewish brothers and sisters Jew. And to those who aren’t Jewish but get this and show me love - I’m that writing this to you too with utmost respect Jew.

I’m that believer that we’re going to be okay because there’s no other choice Jew. That hang in there and keep your head up Jew. That human dignity will prevail and the world is made up of decent people Jew. And that believer that the decent people will win in the end Jew.

Not a wishful-thinking Jew.

Just true, Jew.

- Eitan Chitayat

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

three's company too!

pairing: chreon x reader

cws/tags: pwp, ddlg, breeding kink, oral, unprotected p in v, anal, threesome, two dudes jerking each other off and it is gay bc they're married (but also they have a girlfriend?!), use of princess parts (sorry), pacifier mention, age gap, degradation but only towards leon, praise towards reader

summary: filth. leon and chris are married (old man yaoi is real), and they meet reader on a dating app and she becomes their little girl.

a/n: i audibly sighed while trying to think of what to say here. sorry for the random three's company reference at the end? i don't really plan when I write and that song is now stuck in my head.

i have not proofread this enough but i've been working on it for so long i'm falling asleep at my computer

wc: 4k

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You met on a dating site. You used to hate those profiles of married couples “looking for a third”, but it was two men, which was novel, and both of them were sexy as Hell to put it mildly. DILFs, yeah, that’s the word. 

You met up at a bar despite the fact that neither of them were very into drinking. You were nervous about the idea of going on a date with two middle-aged men, and were grateful for the liquid courage, especially after you learned they were both hotter in person. The taller one smelled like cigarettes, and the shorter one smelled like the leather of his jacket. Both of them had naturally sultry voices that already made you feel an aching sensation building between your thighs despite the conversation being innocuous.

Chris and Leon. Taller and shorter. Older and younger. Brown-eyed and blue-eyed. Top and bottom, you later found out. The fact that they worked in the same field and were both physically attractive were the only two things the two had in common. Oh, and the fact that they slept in the same bed. 

Their profile indicated that they were looking for someone to be their little girl. You, of course, inquired further through messages before meeting up, but there was still much to work out in regards to this unusual situation.

“Are you looking for a girlfriend or a child to adopt?” you asked, playfully, knowing - hoping - the former was the answer. 

“We might be old, but we still understand how dating apps work. We would’ve gone to an adoption agency if we wanted a literal baby.”

DD/LG was just a fantasy until then. 

“How far are you willing to go?”

Pacifier? Yes. Plastic cutlery? Yes. “Princess parts”? Yes, Daddy. 

Daddy and Dada.

Sometimes Daddy’s gone, sometimes Dada’s gone, but someone has to be there to take care of baby. 

Someone has to dress you, brush your hair and kiss your cheeks. Most importantly, someone has to fuck you. Living with one hot man is hard enough, but two – you feel like you’re constantly going shopping for new panties since you’re always wet around them. It’s a good thing you don’t have to pay for anything yourself. 

The idea of three people being in a romantic partnership is still pretty new to the world, so you have your worries about the stares you might get when people see you out on dates. Luckily, your busy boyfriends like to spend most of their free time in the bedroom - or on the couch, the living room floor, the kitchen counter, and of course, the shower. 

You’re their little toy, in a way. It’s like playing with a Barbie doll, except Barbie usually gets dressed up, while you spend a lot of your time undressed. Plus, Barbie has a career outside of being a hot girl. You don’t - and it’s fucking phenomenal. Currently, besides playing with your daddies, you’re working on finishing all 43 animated Barbie movies. So far, Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses has proved to be the best. You’re halfway through the movie and three-quarters of the way through a bowl of popcorn when Leon - Dada - comes through the door, looking worn out despite the fact that it’s early afternoon. 

He gains energy quickly when you greet him with a hug and a kiss. Without even bothering to turn the TV off, Leon throws you over his shoulder and walks you to the bedroom. 

“Hey! What are you doing? I was busy,” you whine, flailing helplessly - not that you’re trying very hard to get away. 

All you get in response is a light smack on the ass, and maybe it’s the blood rushing to your head while you’re in this position, or maybe it’s anticipation of the pleasure that’s to come, but it makes you feel dizzy.

It feels like your mind is going fuzzy, and all you can think about is Leon’s body above yours, his warm hands and gentle touch, the way his stubble tickles your skin from your neck to your inner thighs, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. By the time his cock is in your mouth, your brain is blank. 

You’re more than satisfied by Dada, but when Daddy comes home, you’re happy to have him too.

Daddy gets to have you the way he wants you: completely fucked-out since Dada has already taken his turn with you. When Chris' cock slides into you, drool is already dripping from the corners of your mouth. He wipes it off with the pad of his thumb and coos at you, "got yourself all messy, huh, baby girl?"

You babbled on and on while Leon had his way with you - so much so that he shoved a pacifier between your lips - now you've got nothing but the occasional, hoarse, 'Daddy'. Chris can tell that Leon fucked your throat, which he has insisted that Leon not do, even if (and when) you ask for it.

"It's too much for her. I worry about her, okay?"

"But not about me? You did that to me yesterday." (Leon's voice is hoarse like yours).

"You're a grown man, Leon. You can take it. Plus, I know you like it."

It's not like Leon can argue with that.

When Daddy finds you, you've got nothing on but mismatched socks - which you clearly picked out yourself - and panties covered in a white sticky substance, another sign that Dada had gotten to be inside you first.

There's no rivalry between Chris and Leon - that's the kind of thing that exists between friends who try to share a woman, but Chris and Leon are not friends. Friends don't have matching wedding bands.

Yeah, your Dada and Daddy don't only fuck you, they also fuck each other. You're the only one who gets jealous - that is, when they have sex without you.

Chris was already deep inside Leon when they both heard a whimper in the doorway and craned their necks to see you with a trembling lower lip and tears threatening to fall from your glossy eyes.

"Oh, baby," Leon coos. He's quick to shove Chris off of him, so he can coddle you. Luckily, Chris finds it amusing the way Leon breaks so easily. All you have to do is pout and he caves to your every wish.

You learn that Dada caves easier, but Daddy caves harder. Dada will give you a snack and sit you down in front of the TV, but Daddy - after a bit more convincing - will hold you until you both fall asleep on the couch, watching your favorite movie for the umpteenth time.

This is the dynamic, not only in regards to rewards, but also in regards to punishments. Dada is irritable and will give you a light smack on the bottom if you bother him after he told you not to, but Daddy will give you the silent treatment after you throw a tantrum.

Of course, when Chris sees the consequences of his own actions - you, teary-eyed in Leon's lap - he apologizes in the way he knows you like most.

With kisses.

Everywhere. Especially there.

It's a weekend, so everyone's in a good mood, but you are particularly cheery when Chris takes you to bed to have playtime with him. When he lays you down on the bed, intending to kiss you, you begin to sing a little tune to him.

Daddy and Baby sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage.

Chris can get on board with the first part of your song. He sure as Hell is going to kiss you, and fuck, if he doesn't love you, and if it were possible to be married to more than one person, he might do just that.

It's the final detail that concerns him.

"Uh-uh. No baby in a carriage."

"Why not, Daddy?" you whine.

"Because I've got my baby right here." The kisses have already begun trailing down your neck, and continue to make their way downwards.

"But, Daddy, I want you to give me a baby."

"If you keep whining, you're not gonna get anything."

Chris can deny you his cock and still get sucked off, and you know this. Dada is a slut. The good thing is that when Chris is done using Leon to quell his frustrations, Leon will come find you, dick hard and ready in his hand.

So, when you sing the song to Dada because it's very catchy and now it's stuck in your head, he shushes you sweetly and then, takes one tit in each hand, giving one a playful suck and pulling off with a pop and saliva slick lips. 

You get your spit-covered chin from your Dada. Daddy doesn't have those same pathetic tendencies. You're not pathetic, Leon is. You once got confused when Chris said this, so Daddy had to rush over to hold you and kiss your teary cheeks.

Your eyes are a little watery by the time Dada actually takes your panties off - you've nearly cum from him licking you through the fabric. You kick your legs in excitement when Leon spits on your clit, dragging it down your cunt with his fingers which work you open efficiently. He has you cum once on his tongue while you tug at his hair - you're the only person allowed to do that - before he positions himself at your entrance.

Simultaneously more and less clear-headed, you say to Leon, "Daddy didn't like my song. Did you like it?"

He could say 'yes' and move on but he can't think straight so he blurts out, "what song?" and has to hear the verse again. "It's pretty baby," Leon says when you finish singing. He kisses your forehead before sliding into you. "Just like you."

"He said 'no baby'," you pout.

"What did he say 'no' about, baby?" Leon caresses your cheek, trying to soothe you after Daddy denied his baby something. Leon can't handle seeing you even the slightest bit sad.

"Dada," you whine, though Leon's not poking fun, he really doesn't understand the miscommunication. "No baby in the baby carriage!"

"You asked him for a baby?" Leon's breath hitches as he bottoms out. You must be doing this on purpose, he thinks. Talking to him about making a baby while he's inside you. You haven't even asked him yet and he's ready to say 'yes'. He's ready to beg.

"Yeah, I wanted Daddy to put a baby in me."

Leon doesn't care that you're not talking about him, he's lost all semblance of rational thought when you say, 'put a baby in me'.

"Dada, can you give me a baby?"

"Shit, baby," he hisses, "gonna make me cum."

Leon should be embarrassed – he's been inside you for less than five minutes and he's already nearing the edge. He's closer to 50 than 20. Chris cannot find out about this. Leon can hear Chris taunting him with one hand around his cock, jerking him off from behind and the other clamped over his mouth so he doesn't wake you up as you sleep soundly - in a t-shirt and panties - on the other side of the bed. It's a memory, not a fantasy.

The memory brings him closer. He's moaning loudly, but he's still quieter than you when you beg him not to pull out.

"Dada, please, oh, please." The way you squeeze around him is unintentional. "Want it inside."

"Yeah? Not gonna let me pull out?'

You wrap your legs around him as you cry out in pleasure, orgasm coursing through your veins.

"Oh fuck," Leon groans. "Dada's gonna put a baby in you, yeah?"

You hear the last few words as you come down from your high, shaking and squirming.

"Gotta stay still and be good, baby. I know you can do it. You're my good girl."

Leon grips your thighs and increases his speed. He wants to get there faster, knowing you're overstimulated. He also wants to make you scream. He wants Chris to hear you begging him to get you pregnant.

"Please, Dada, please. I want you to put a baby in me"

"I know, baby, I know. I–" You clamp down around him, your body trying to take what you so desperately need from him. He tries so hard to be gentle with you but you make it nearly impossible. Leon holds your legs to your chest so he fuck you deeper.

With a string of expletives, Leon cums inside you.

Once he regains the thoughts in his mind and the feeling in his dick, Leon pulls out of you and watches you ruin his sheets more than you already had. He's sweating like he just ran a marathon, he realizes when he runs his hand through his hair and finds it sticking to his forehead.

When he leans down to kiss you, you tell him, "Ew, Dada, you're all sticky!"

"I'm all sticky?" He swipes his fingers across your cunt and brings them to your face. "No, you're all sticky."

You pout and he takes the opportunity to wipe his fingers clean on your bottom lip.

"I'm gonna go get something to clean up with, alright?" he says, leaving you with a kiss on each temple.

Leon's barely left the bed when Chris walks in with a look on his face that makes Leon feel guilty for an unknown reason.

"Dada said bad words," you announce with a grin.

"Oh, did he now?" Chris asks, looking at Leon.

"When? Was it when I came? I don't remember what I said - I probably blacked out."

"Daddy, he needs a spanking."

Chris stifles a laugh - he's never even thought to spank Leon despite the fact that, if his actions were put up against the rules you're supposed to abide by, he would be considered very naughty.

"Oh yeah?" Chris gives you a wink before reaching over to smack Leon on the ass, hard enough to leave a handprint.

"What the f- heck was that? Are you really going to reward tattletale behavior?" The cheeks on Leon's face are as red as the ones on his ass because Chris has a face that can make anyone feel guilty. It must be a cop thing, Leon thinks.

You're laughing so hard your eyes are watering as you watch from the bed until Chris turns to you and says, "You think this is funny? It's gonna be your turn next."

Chris drops his hardass act when Leon's finally out of the room and he's alone with you.

"I'm just kidding, baby," he says, all soft and sweet. "I would never give you a spanking. You're too cute."

Your tits are out, and Chris can't help but take the opportunity to play with them. When his fingertips meet your sensitive nipples, your whole body jolts in response.

"Too much, baby? Was Dada too rough with you?"

"No, Dada did a good job."

"A good job?"

"Yeah, I asked him for a baby and he said 'yes'."

"So, you wanna have his baby now? Not mine?"

"No, I want both, but you said 'no'."

"I changed my mind, baby. I'll give it to you whenever you want it."

"Now. I want it now."

Chris wants it now too, but you look so tired with those half-lidded sleepy eyes.

"How about a nap first?"

You agree on the condition that he takes one too. He's too lazy to put on pajamas, so he strips down to his underwear, turns out the light, and climbs into bed with you. It's a stupid mistake. He should know you better by now.

When he thinks you're asleep, he hears a rustle in the covers and feels your fingers make their way to his waistband.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't sleep."

Too tired and too hard to argue, he lets you have your way.

"Here," he says, replacing your hands with his own. "Let me do it."

You're already lubed up thanks to Leon so it's easier for him to fuck you, but he's gentle still.

"Can't sleep without me inside you? Is that it?"

You hum and nod before bringing Chris' hand to your mouth. He knows what you want, and he happily gives it over. You suck on his thumb - and, his ring finger might have a vein running straight to his heart, but this one's got a direct line down to his dick.

Chris fucks you nice and slow, letting you nod off while he's balls-deep inside you. There's something satisfying about filling you up while you're sound asleep, making you his while you're still in your dream state, pliant and quiet. He knows you'll be happy to find the mess he left behind when you wake up. The orgasm hits him hard, and he's too tired to pull out and he succumbs to sleep while he's still inside you.

Leon is your alarm clock.

"Had some fun without me?" He's almost offended. Almost.

Chris shushes him, and points to you. He and Leon have mastered the art of silent communication. After a back-and-forth of furrowed brows and grimaces, Leon climbs into bed on the other side of Chris.

With practiced stealth, Chris turns to Leon. "Are you jealous that I came inside her instead of you?"

"No, I'm not jealous at all. I think you're the jealous one. You only wanted to cum inside her because I already did."

Both things can be true.

"So you don't want Daddy to fill you up?" Chris asks, serious about the sex, but at least half-joking about the daddy comment.

"God, just fuck me already," Leon groans, trying to act peeved, but coming off desperate.

“No," Chris says simply. "I'm not rewarding rude behavior."

He gets off on power, on dishing out orders and discipline. It's what he's used to, anyway. It's easy to transition from Captain to Daddy.

Leon's naturally nurturing, and had everything turned out differently, he'd be a great dad – thus, he's a great Dada. But just as that comes naturally, so does submission. He's been trained into it. The leader says and Leon does, shutting off the part of his brain that wants to rebel makes him feel safe. Being a good, mostly obedient agent is what's kept him alive.

He much prefers the consequences for his misbehavior in the bedroom to the ones at work. If he has to end up on his knees, begging for something, he'd much rather it be his husband's dick than his job – both of which fuck him on the regular.

"Want me to apologize? Is that it?" Leon asks.

"No, I want you to shut the fuck up." Chris lifts the covers and Leon knows what to do. He's a well-trained dog when it comes to earning a bone.

Chris turns on the lamp on the bedside table and lowers the bedsheets so that he can see Leon while he fucks his throat. 'Cause he's the type of guy to get sentimental in times like these.

You wake up to the sound of Chris grunting and Leon gagging. It's obvious even in your sleepy haze what they're up to. You turn around, not wanting to be left out.

To everyone's surprise, you take the initiative. "Dada, it's mine," you say nudging him.

Chris looks at you, confused and curious, but the truth is: his cock is yours, just as much as your pussy is his.

Leon, equally intrigued, pulls back and wipes the spit from his mouth. "Want a turn, baby?"

You nod and swiftly take Leon's place. You're even messier than he is – leaving sloppy kisses all over Chris' cock. You're barely awake and already needy. His hands behind his head grip the pillowcase as he hangs on for dear life.

Leon's half-lidded, glossy eyes are perceptive as ever, and one look at Chris has him sliding down his sweatpants so he can fuck his own fist to the sight.

Your fixation on Chris lets Leon get away with stroking himself off for a moment until you notice. The look you give him makes him think you'll scold him somehow, but when you remove his hand – as he suspected you would – you replace it with your own, repeating your words from before, "Dada, it's mine."

"It's yours, baby," he agrees, breathless and dying for your touch.

When your lips meet Leon's cock, he pets the top of your head. "So sweet, baby," he mumbles.

All the while one hand remains on Chris' cock, trying your best to jerk him off simultaneously. Doing two things at once is difficult when you're so passionate about both acts, so Chris wraps his hand around yours, guiding your movements.

"Daddy's so proud of you, doing so good for me."

His praise fuels your dedication, and it doesn't take long for Chris to cum into your hand and Leon in your mouth.

While Chris and Leon are cleaning themselves up, you slip out of bed, but before you get to the door, Chris says, "Where do you think you're going, baby?"

You turn around and shrug.

He stretches his arms out and mouths 'come here' and you climb back into bed to accept the affection he offers you. But while you're in Chris' arms, Leon's lips meet the nape of your neck and his hands trail down your body with a mission in mind.

"I think we need to reward our good girl," Leon says.

Chris’ agreement isn’t verbal. Instead, he turns you around so Leon can have better access to you. You part your legs for Leon, putting your cunt on display, slick with your arousal and his husband’s release. 

“Wow, baby, you’ve got the prettiest princess parts I’ve ever seen.”

It’s something you’ve heard him say countless times before but it never fails to make your cheeks feel hot. 

“Wish I could see ‘em,” Chris says.

Leon’s hands massage your thighs, marveling at the sight before him, before he lays flat on his stomach so that his head is level with your pussy.  

“Will you let Daddy kiss these pretty lips, baby?” Chris whispers in your ear. 

You nod and he cups your chin to guide you gently towards his own lips. It’s hard to kiss him when Leon plays with you. You whimper as his fingers glide along your slit. 

“I think you deserve some special kisses from Dada too,” Leon mumbles before pressing a kiss to your clit. 

You’re a sensitive girl. The pleasure you feel is almost overwhelming as Leon laps at your folds. Your legs quiver as you get closer to the edge, and Leon has to hold them open while Chris soothes you, running his hands down your sides and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

What sounds like ‘Dada’ comes out as a sob as your body jolts with your orgasm. Pleasure courses through you in waves, and you shudder through the aftershocks. 

Once you’ve caught your breath, Chris hoists you up and off the bed. 

“We really need to shower now, baby,” he says, patting you on the bottom as a sign to make your way to the en suite.  

“And clean the sheets,” Leon adds. 

Leon is about to strip the bed when you and Chris stop in the bathroom doorway. “Are you coming?” Chris asks. 

“You think we’ll all fit?” Leon asks. 

“You know what they say…” You chime in. 

“What? Are you gonna sing the Three’s Company song again?”

“No, I was going to say, ‘the more the merrier’, but I can sing it if you want me to.”

Leon sees the glint in your eye and immediately regrets bringing it up. “I’m okay, thanks,” he says with an expectant grin as he walks towards you. 

“Come and knock on our door…” you begin quietly. 

“Alright, Suzanne Somers, get in before the hot water runs out,” Chris says. 

“We’ve been waiting for you…” You sing, looking at Leon, as you step in. 

He follows behind in both step and verse with, “Where the kisses are hers, and his, and his…”

Chris sighs and mutters the final words, “Three’s company too.”

[saintobio]

sincerely not. (17)

↳ gojou satoru/reader

with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

tags/warnings. profanity, explicit smut, violence, blood, injuries, illnesses, mentions of sexual harassment (not to reader)

notes. 14.1k wc. not the best written chapter n there are soooo many things happening at once, but pls enjoy it nevertheless! 3 chapters left :) thanks for the beta @kazbrkker n @https-inarizaki !!

series masterlist -> episode eighteen

…Pulse rate? 94

…Blood oxygen level? 96%

Surprisingly, for someone who had a sensitive heart condition, you were still a lot more energetic compared to your seemingly paralyzed husband who had sprawled in bed for the past hour. His chest rose and fell through heavy breaths, oscillating like a pendulum as he closed his eyes and succumbed to his fatigue. He wouldn’t have been in this pathetic state at nine in the morning if he didn’t insist on welcoming his birthday by receiving one of his ‘gifts’ to start the day. Because your generosity as a wife exceeded his expectations, now he could barely get up as exhaustion had finally caught up to him.

“Is your stamina weakening?” You lay on your side and propped an elbow on the mattress, staring at Satoru with a faint smirk resting on your lips. Your fingers traced his bare chest to feel every swell and dip on his muscles that were glistening with sweat.

He turned his head towards you, clearly offended by your assumption. “No, but you made me do all the work, pillow princess.” Your husband released a low groan from the soreness of his hips. “I came so much. I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“From cumming too much?” You chuckled loud enough that it echoed across the yacht’s master bedroom. You were about to poke fun at his ego, not until your eyes caught sight of the pink floral dress that he had easily discarded on the floor. You couldn’t help but frown after seeing how impossible it was to ever fix the dress back together. Perhaps you shouldn’t have seduced him had you known that he was going to act like a horny beast. “Hey, you ripped my favorite dress!”

Not just ripped it. He tore it apart as though you were a present that he wanted to unwrap with such eagerness on Christmas day. You even excitedly woke up at seven just to surprise him with that dress and it only ended up as nothing but a torn piece of clothing. Satoru, being the prick he was, hummed like it was no big deal. “You wore that sundress on purpose.”

“But you weren’t meant to rip it!” A small pout appeared on your face as you sat up and covered your breasts with the white sheets. “No more sexy time throughout this cruise.”

“What, wait!” Wide blue eyes looked at you in protest. “I’m gonna replace it. Just let me off this time.”

This wasn’t even the first time he had ripped your favorite dress off and you doubted that it would be the last, but despite your distrust, you reminded yourself that today was his birthday and it was part of his privilege to be spoiled by his wife. “Fine, but you’re getting me the same exact dress when we get back home.”

“Yes, I promise.”

The visible grin that tugged at his lips made your heart flutter and the blissful feeling only heightened even more when he pulled you to his chest so he could give you a soft, open-mouthed kiss. “Mmh.” His tongue was warm while synchronizing with yours. His heartbeat, slow and steady. His breathing, deep and restrained. Yours? The loud beep on your smartwatch was a sign for you to press your hand against his chest and pull away from your intoxicating make out session. “Satoru, wait. We can’t.”

“Wha—? I was ready for another round.” Disappointment laced his voice as he eyed how you sat upright again and turned off the faint alarm on your watch. Your husband then reached for your wrist to check your vitals on the small screen. “Your heartbeat. Shit, are you okay?”

Satoru didn’t waste another second on checking everything from your temperature, your breathing, to the color of your face. His reaction made you chuckle and had you gently pushing him off. “I’m fine. My heart’s pounding, but my chest isn’t in pain. Maybe our baby’s just excited because it’s daddy’s birthday.”

Although he wasn’t convinced that you were completely okay, he did place a hand on your belly and leaned forward to plant a kiss on it. “Really? Does my angel wanna greet daddy, hm?”

Cute. You ran your fingers through his white hair with the feeling of content bubbling inside your chest. How adorable would it be if your baby’s hair had the same color as his? It would look like you gave birth to a snowball. “Our munchkin’s telling you that it’s time to get up.”

“Ah… Are we in Okinawa yet?” Yawning, he glanced at the nearby window where you could both see the clear skies and the crystal blue ocean—a color reflective of the same hues in his eyes. It was amazing that you didn’t fall seasick throughout the trip to Ishigaki Island because you of all people would’ve been the first to have morning sickness.

“Yeah, we’ve arrived,” you confirmed, cupping his cheeks before giving him an affectionate peck on the lips. “Happy birthday, my love.”

Your husband smiled through the loving kiss. “Mm. Thank you, my wife.”

How did you even end up here?

Take a few steps back and recall the days that led to you and the birthday boy inside his luxury superyacht. Two days ago, you two spent the whole day shopping for the baby and your husband decided to show off and buy almost every single item he could see. All the clothes, all the toys, all the milk bottles, even the most expensive crib and strollers. That was how you realized that Satoru must truly love his child because he couldn’t hide his excitement at welcoming your precious baby into this world. At some point, you even teared up because you just couldn’t process that your husband was doting you with overflowing love and affection to make sure that your pregnancy would be physically and emotionally healthy for you. In his words, ‘a happy mommy means a happy baby’.

Well, just five more months and you would be ready to see your angel in due time. You could already imagine how hands-on your husband would be as a father and your heart felt full at the thought of Gojou kissing your baby’s small cheeks.

But back to your recollection of prior events, the trip to Okinawa was pretty much a last-minute decision after you shopped that day. Ever since you brought up the idea of chilling in a yacht with his best friends for his birthday, what you had in mind was just to spend a nice afternoon cruising across the Tokyo bay. You didn’t think that Satoru would go out of his way and bring his superyacht to Okinawa because of the subtropical weather there compared to the cold winter breeze back at home. Sagittarius people could indeed be very spontaneous and Satoru Gojou was the embodiment of it.

“I’m gonna change into my swimsuit,” you announced, separating yourself from your husband while he, on his own, was still in his ‘birthday suit’. His eyes followed your naked body as you walked towards the closet and reached for your swimwear amongst the row of other outfits that you prepared for the day.

And yet, he remained lazy in bed even though he showed curiosity from your actions. He must be wondering why you were planning to wear a swimsuit when you wouldn’t even bother swimming into the sea. “You’re gonna swim?”

“No, duh. It’s for Instagram.” You beamed, holding the garment and teasing your husband with it.

He crossed his arms. “You’re posting bikini pictures on my account so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Is he serious… “I think the whole world knows.”

“Not the guys thirsting for you on Instagram apparently,” he hinted and you weren’t oblivious to the fact that he always scrolled through the comment section on your photos to see if anyone was sending you both lewd or hateful comments. Thankfully, you have never been targeted by jealous fangirls even in the first few months of your marriage so you haven’t really had an experience in dealing with trolls.

You chose to ignore Satoru’s petty jealousy while you focused on wearing your Tommy Hilfiger swimsuit, checking yourself out in the mirror and quickly noticing the flaws on your face and unflattering body. “I’m getting uglier everyday!”

Just one look in the mirror and your confidence lowered down to zero. How does he even still smile at me in the morning when I look like this?

Hormones. Blame the hormones. The birthday boy was quick to finally get up from bed and slip into his underwear and swimming shorts. His expression was one that hinted how this mood swing was a regular occurrence in your household. “Says who? You’re the prettiest you’ve ever been,” he claimed as his hand touched your cheek while his sapphire eyes traveled to your collarbones, pleased with the map of hickeys he had left all over.

You allowed him to take the scrunchie from your wrist and pull your hair up into a ponytail. “I’m serious,” you silently whined. “My face looks swollen and my body’s losing its shape.”

“Still sexy to me.” After he skillfully tied your hair back, he soon crouched down to be at face level with your baby bump. “You hear mommy? Doesn’t she look beautiful everyday?”

His baby-talk never failed at melting your heart like an ice cube on a sunny day. How could you even make this about you? Today was his and his alone. You shouldn’t steal the spotlight even if your emotions may get the best of you because he was meant to have a stress-free birthday without having to constantly appease his wife. So in consideration for your husband’s special day, you pushed back any unnecessary temper and insecurities that you had by swallowing them down your throat. “Forget it. Let’s just go to the deck, please.”

A very obedient husband then held your hand, guided you out of the bedroom and headed into the walkway leading to the balcony. Immediately, the sea salt smell greeted your nose when you took a deep inhale and you felt refreshed after seeing the dome of jewel-blue skies that were of the same color as the sea. The sun was golden amongst the pillow of clouds and the waves were rippling gently to the soft blow of tropical winds. As far as you remembered, the last time you had been able to experience such a view was in Bora Bora which wasn’t exactly the happiest phase of your marriage, but you tried to bury the memory in your head as your husband squeezed your hand and brought it closer to his lips.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, soon kissing your temple. “I think the chefs prepared brunch for us.”

You tugged his hand and craved the briny taste of baked scallops and lobsters. “Seafood?”

Satoru adjusted the tightness of your swimsuit around your hips. “Yes, but not raw. You can’t have raw fish.”’

You sighed and looked at Mr. Nutritionist with your sad, puppy eyes. But instead of complaining about your inability to consume raw seafood because of your pregnancy, you shifted the attention back to the luxurious yacht that was big enough to fit thirty people on board. You remembered getting in this yacht before when his father celebrated his engagement with your stepmother-in-law, but that was way back when you were a teenager so you forgot how big the vessel actually was at daylight. It wasn’t like Satoru invited a ton of guests for this vacation, though. Aside from the crew, the people currently aboard his family’s superyacht only consisted of you, Gojou, Ieiri, and Getou.

Speaking of which, you saw Getou and Ieiri as you finally reached the cockpit and noticed how his hand was locked securely on her waist, his lips on her ear, and an undeniable intimate atmosphere surrounding the two of them. You and your husband froze at the unexpected sight, watching how they shared a cigarette where Suguru sucked the smoke out of Shoko’s lips before releasing it into thin air.

“What the fuck?” Satoru blurted out, eyes widening like he was scandalized.

You slapped his chest as soon as the ‘couple’ moved away from each other—or at least, it was Shoko who pushed Suguru off her. She even laughed it off and tried as much to redirect the attention away from them. You saw nothing, her eyes screamed. “Hey, birthday boy. Took you long enough to wake up!”

“I’ve been awake since seven,” he answered while glancing back and forth between Getou and Ieiri, forming a conclusion as to how he should feel about his two best friends possibly dating. Truth be told, you weren’t expecting it too but you would leave it for Shoko to clarify any misunderstandings.

Whatever it was that they had going on, she obviously wasn’t ready to disclose it so you clung around Satoru’s torso and distracted him from asking them questions. “I’m hungry,” you said, feeling his palm resting on your lower back. “We should eat first.”

An unfazed Getou was displaying a cheeky smile while he dragged his best friend into the dining area. “You heard her. Don’t leave Y/N grumpy.”

Just then, you traded looks with Ieiri who was already glancing at the love bites all over your neck, limning your cheeks incarnadine because you knew that she was aware of your recent sexual adventures. She didn’t hold back at shooting Gojou a look of disapproval, but chuckled nonetheless. “How are you feeling, Y/N?” She spoke like a doctor when she delivered the question.

As your husband pulled a seat for you, you faced Ieiri across the table with a smile while the two guys left to make special requests to the crew. “I’m doing pretty fine so far.”

Shoko nodded and sipped cold lemonade from the glass. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to handle long distance trips. I’m glad Gojou chose to stay in Japan.”

“Where did you guys spend it last year?” you inquired out of interest.

“We went snowboarding in Canada,” she recalled the memory while slicing the bread for you like a caring mother. “It was for a whole week.”

You took a small piece of garlic bread and dipped it into the clam chowder before plunging into your mouth. The savory taste filled your hunger and Ieiri was smiling fondly to see how satisfied you were with the food. “So what was it like last year?” you continued. “Was Sera with you guys?”

You probably shouldn’t have asked because you were clearly digging your own grave. Shoko’s hesitance was enough to tell you that your husband did have an enjoyable time back then with his ex-girlfriend. “Yeah, she was. Nothing really significant, though.”

Still, for some reason, your curiosity still won you over. “Was he also clingy to her?”

How did he spend his mornings? Did they keep each other ‘warm’ since it was freezing over there? Was he as affectionate to her than he was with you now?

“Y/N,” Ieiri placed a hand above yours as if understanding the whirlwind of emotions that you were going through as a pregnant woman, “You have nothing to worry about. He looks happier now than he was last year.”

Sighing, you slumped on your seat and stared at the calm sea. “I just wanna make sure that I’m not falling behind or anything.”

“You’re way ahead, trust me. He’s almost worshipping you at this point,” she stated, finding the chance to change the topic. “Also, there’s something I need to tell you as your gynecologist so please have an open mind.”

You looked at her with pure, innocent eyes. “What about?”

At that moment, you knew that it was Dr. Ieiri speaking and not Shoko. “I know you’re in that phase where your sex drive is really high since it’s normal to experience an increased libido late in the first trimester. You’ll also have increased vaginal lubrication and a hypersensitive clitoris due to extra genital blood flow—it’s okay to take advantage of that and you can enjoy as much intimate time as you want. However, I just wanna remind you that you can’t take nitrates so continuous strenuous effort might pose a threat to your heart. I suggest you get Satoru to engage more in oral sex since penetrative sex requires more physical exertion on your end.”

Heat quickly permeated your cheeks after hearing the topic that she had just brought up. It never crossed your mind that you would be having this conversation with Shoko and it was funny how professional she actually was with it. She spoke like a true doctor as these conversations were fairly normal in her chosen career, but you were still feeling sheepish since she personally knew you. “Don’t worry, we’re being really careful and he’s always making sure that I’m comfortable when we do it.”

“I know.” She smiled understandingly. “Do you monitor your heart rate and oxygen levels whenever you do?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Honestly, I’m just not used to this either. I get so sexually frustrated and it’s like,” you hesitated, shyly lowering your voice down, “it’s like I always want him inside me.”

Ieiri’s eyes gleamed in humor. “I’m pretty sure he feels the same. Though I recommend that you get angioplasty as soon as possible. It’ll make your pregnancy a lot more comfortable.”

That reminded you… “Did the research go well? Do you think it’ll be a hundred percent safe?”

She leaned back on her seat as she responded. “Yes, there’s only a very slight risk to perform actual surgery. It will be more successful than not, and your baby will be unaffected.”

To live an angina-free life was what you had always prayed for and you were close enough to achieving it. The universe must be finally listening to your wishes knowing how difficult things have been for you because you almost believed that your situation was hopeless. If your mother could see you now, you wondered if she was watching you with a smile on her face. “That’s great,” you exhaled in gratitude. “I’ll speak to Satoru about it.”

“Speak to me about what?” The said husband returned to his seat, placing a hand on your lap as he looked at Ieiri in curiosity.

Meanwhile, Suguru had taken the chair next to Shoko before he focused all of his attention towards her. You’ve always suspected if he had been hiding his affections for Ieiri before, but the way his gaze fell on her just basically confirmed your previous suspicions. Getou and Ieiri dating? Strange, but not quite. When did it all start? As much as you were dying to hear their story, you figured that respecting their boundaries was more important in this situation.

“Nothing,” you replied, facing Satoru with a small smile. “I think I should get an ultrasound soon.”

Shoko’s face lit up at your proposal. “Visit my clinic when you’re free. We have to check if the baby’s healthy.”

Even if you round up every single employee in the Gojou Group, they would all say that Satoru was a strict, methodical boss who would not think twice about firing his staff if they didn’t meet his standards. That Satoru and this current Satoru were two different people morphed into one body. As a businessman, he was a cynical perfectionist who rarely greeted his employees with a smile. But as a husband, he was a puppy who always wagged his tail for his wife’s attention.

Not once did he lose his sight of you ever since you two boarded the yacht nor could he stand being too far away from you even for just a few minutes. Satoru theorized that maybe his unusual attachment to you was an effect from your pregnancy because he always felt the urge to stick by your side wherever you went. It was almost laughable how willing he was to lose the dominant hand in your marriage just to please you. Do expectant dads really find their wives a hundred times more attractive because of their pregnancy?

“She’s so cute.” Satoru grinned from ear-to-ear, watching the movements of your butt as you walked with Ieiri towards the deck like a bunny in your one-piece swimsuit.

Getou followed his line of sight and realized that his best friend was staring at his wife’s ass. “Jesus,” he spoke in disbelief, elbowing Gojou on the rib before he continued, “She’s already pregnant and you’re still trying to get her pregnant. Control yourself!”

Satoru gave him an exaggerated look of defense. “We’re married!” said through a whiny voice before he raised an eyebrow. And just then, he found the perfect opportunity to change the topic. “So, what the fuck’s up with you and Ieiri? You two are disgusting.”

“You act like it’s a big deal,” Suguru huffed, leaning his back against the metal railings. The wind continued to blow on his raven hair that was loosely tied into a bun.

“Yes the fuck it is,” replied Satoru, “we’re literally friends!”

The guy looked at him in disbelief. “So? Friends can date.”

Does that mean they’re really dating? Gojou considered that friends can indeed date, but then again, when he imagined Ieiri and Getou… “Feels like incest.”

Right then and there, Suguru would have thrown his best friend out into the open sea. “We’re not dating,” he corrected, emphasizing his next word, “yet.”

His words made Satoru feel like he was being tasked to solve a puzzle since he had forgotten how it was like to live the life of a bachelor. “The hell does that mean? Are you fuck buddies or what?”

A shrug, a moment of silence, a click of the tongue—the dark haired man couldn’t really say anything much about it. “Kinda like that. Ieiri thinks I’m not serious about her since I have a different lifestyle.”

“Man… I can’t believe this.” As the yin to Suguru’s yang, Satoru never imagined that this spontaneous situation was bound to happen at all. He had never thought, more or less entertained the possibility that both of his best friends would be fooling around with each other behind his back. On the bright side, this setup wasn’t so bad. They were familiar with each other better than anyone else and Gojou knew by experience that it was better to be with someone who was aware of his flaws than someone who could still take years building a concrete understanding of who he really was as a man. Satoru would best exemplify himself because he married a childhood friend, a wife who had been his best friend and partner in crime since the very beginning. “It’s gonna take a while to win Ieiri’s heart, you know? She’s always busy with her career.”

Getou threw his head back as if the bright blue skies had the answer he needed. “That’s what she keeps  telling me. Saying she doesn’t have time to date ‘cause she’s too focused on her career and all that, but I think she just doesn’t trust me.”

“I wouldn’t, either. Why would I trust a man who goes to nightclubs every weekend?” Gojou smirked in mischief and purposely earned his best friend’s scowl.

“You’re too loud for someone who cheated on his own wife,” was his retaliation. He didn’t need to say that! “Besides, I’m a nightclub owner. It’s business and it’s not like I’m there to meet girls. Well, I used to, but none of them can compare to Shoko.”

Whatever. They were both grown adults who could date if they wanted to. Satoru realized that he was in no position to comment on his best friends’ relationship because he would be a hypocrite to do so. Only a faithful man who properly treated his wife since the very beginning deserved to give rightful advice on relationships and marriages. Men hardly talk about love, anyway. And Gojou was the last person to talk about being the perfect lover.

“You wanna take a dip?” he then asked out of the blue, leaning forward to peek at the ocean’s current. “Y/N wouldn’t dare swim with me.”

In fact, you chose to lounge with Ieiri like a beautiful mermaid in the pool instead of actually swimming into the ocean. Satoru was still pleased to see that you could enjoy such a view while basking under the sun in a luxury yacht that was now both yours and his property.

“Yeah, we can give them privacy,” Suguru agreed, slipping out of his Hawaiian shirt as they both headed towards the deck. Just like old times.

The whole afternoon was very eventful. While Gojou and Getou were enjoying themselves by swimming into the warm waters of the ocean, you ended up taking photos of them from the deck as you sunbathed with Ieiri. The yacht was resting in the middle of the sea with a resplendent tropical view of an island that none of you would normally see in the business district of Tokyo. This year’s birthday celebration wasn’t the grandest, but this was the most intimate one Satoru has ever had. He didn’t need to throw a huge party with hundreds of guests just to say it was the best, no. All he needed was you and that smile on your face as you watched him from afar. And truly, the best gift he had received in his twenty six years of living was the angel inside your womb. A product of you and him. A chance to build a family with the woman he loved the most.

Days seemed longer in the northern hemisphere even though the winter solstice had begun. Or perhaps, longer sunshines were a privilege that only Okinawa could offer because there was no doubt that the skies would be a little different now in any other parts of Japan. The extra daytime allowed you and your husband to enjoy his birthday by yourselves, just an hour into the late afternoon when he dragged you to the second floor of the yacht so you could spend some private time together. The balcony offered the best scenery that overlooked the stretch of cerulean waves and distant coconut trees, but the more pleasant sight for Satoru was you leaning forward against the couch to luxuriate on the open view.

“Like it here, baby?” he asked, holding your waist from behind as he pressed himself against you. “You can see the horizon from here.”

You hummed and kept a tighter grip on the metal railings. “It’s so pretty.”

Was it your sweet smell? Or was it your skin tight swimsuit? Satoru couldn’t tell which one drove him the craziest, but he could no longer help himself when his hands rested on your buttocks while you knelt on the couch. “This is the perfect spot,” he playfully whispered into your ear, hot breath sending shivers to the curve of your spine. He kneaded your bum and molded his hands on its plumpness, secretly wondering how sexy it would’ve been to see his handprint on it.

Should he? No, he probably shouldn’t. That was way too naughty.

“S-Satoru,” you tilted your head just enough to look at him. “The people downstairs… They might see us.”

“So what?” Frankly, he didn’t care. He can fuck you anywhere in this yacht without hesitation and none of the crew nor his best friends could say anything because 1) it was his birthday 2) you were a married couple 3) the atmosphere was too intimate. “How about a quick one if you’re that shy?”

You grabbed his chin and gave him an affectionate kiss that turned rough when you two involved teeth and tongue. “How quick is quick to you?”

With a triumphant grin, his hand travelled towards your inner thigh where he cupped your clothed core with his right palm to rub the plump folds that were restrained by the tight swimsuit. “It depends how wet you already are.”

“I-I’m n-not,” you held back on moaning as he slid the fabric to the side to free your aching pussy that was already lubricated by your own arousal. Would two fingers suffice? “Satoru…” You instinctively met his fingers as they brushed against your entrance. That was how he decided to play with you a little and concluded that you deserved three fingers. “S-Satoru!”

“Shh.” Three long digits entered your sopping cunt that sucked him like vacuum while he worked on moving them in and out of your stretched walls. With his other hand, he opened up your butt and watched the small hole that he had been dying to feel before. The question was, were you ready to be more adventurous? You hardly even managed to suppress your whimpers from the way he was fingering your pussy and the squelches only made the position even more erotic than it was. “Damn, you’re clenching around me.”

Your shameless mewls couldn’t be helped. “G-Get inside me—ngh!”

“Which hole, baby?” His playfulness was coming out at the same rate as how his boner got even bigger from his pants. “You think we can try anal today?”

Your whole face was flushed as you arched your back to look up at him with half-lidded, scandalized eyes. How cute. “Nn—that’s…! I-I’m not ready.”

After a few more strokes, he took his fingers out of your cunt and moved them towards your clit, pleasuring you with circular motions while he continued to squeeze your ass cheek. “Fine,” he mumbled and realized he might have expected too much. He had no lube ready to prepare you for anal penetration and this was only meant to be a quickie. Your tight pussy was already his paradise on Earth so all he wanted to do was rearrange your guts and be sated from the intimate heat that was building inside of him.

Seriously. How come you were so good at summoning the horny beast that was hiding?

“Agh, I can’t take this anymore. I’ll put it in.”

You should look at yourself in the mirror to see just how fucking sexy you were when you lazily smiled at him, upper body dangling on the railings with your knees glued on the couch. Only though, you couldn’t see Satoru lowering his shorts and releasing his aching member that slapped against his lower abdomen because of how hard he was. You made him like this. “Yes, please.”

See how needy you were just as he was to you? “Spit on my hand,” he ordered, cupping your mouth so you could eject saliva on his palm which he later used to lubricate his shaft. Once he managed to make his cock wet, he slid the tip into your entrance and deepened his penetration slowly. “Fuck.”

So warm. So tight. So, so… heavenly.

“Aah—ah!”

When was the last time you two did this position? He nearly forgot how he liked hitting you from behind like this. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Praises left his mouth as his nails dug crescent moons on your hips, bruising you from the tightness of his hold when his thrusts got faster and deeper and harder. “Shit!”

“A-Anyone can s-see us here,” you spoke in between moans while your body was being dragged back and forth to meet his hips like a rag doll. It felt as though his cock was leaving its shape inside your tight walls, carving every ridge while he was splitting you open so he could be in his deepest entry. You stained his length with blotches of cum as he angled his dick better to hit your most sensitive spot. and it was a delicious sight to see his member entering your swollen pussy that had received no other man’s seed but his. Just his and rightfully his.

“Then they can watch,” he answered frivolously, “we’re giving them live porn.”

“You’re s-so vulgar!” He could sense the shyness in your voice before you proceeded to release more tempting moans. “Ah, m-my legs are shaking.”

He could feel it even if you didn’t say and he wasn’t surprised when your lower region twitched against his crotch, feeling every hard slam of his pelvis that left your booty sore. “Feel every inch, honey.”

His entire cock disappeared when he shoved all of his length balls deep into your cunt, heightening his arousal when his member pulsated inside of you. If anyone from the nearest island had a telescope and decided to peek at the second floor of the yacht, they would be blessed with a live view of a husband and his pregnant wife having shameless sex like animals in heat. Gojou couldn’t even stop himself from feeling your body, tracing your curves and squeezing your breasts from behind. Not once did his hips take a break from thrusting into you until he made the effort to increase your pleasure by letting his fingers play with your clit while his thick cock penetrated you nonstop.

“I’m—ah, ah! It feels hot…” You threw your head back and allowed it to rest on his shoulders while he continued his ministrations. He, too, was reaching his own high. He was so close to arriving at his ecstasy, his euphoria. The climax was building inside of him just as it was with you, however, the exciting and notable difference was how your legs began to shake the more he increased his pace using his digits and his throbbing member. Your whimpers were loud albeit restrained on the back of your throat and your hands were grasping his arms as though you were about to feel a combustion of flames.

And how big of a plot twist was it to your spontaneous lovemaking when your orgasm was in the form of warm, transparent liquid after he spoiled you with dual g-spot and clitoral stimulation?

“Hng—? Wh-What’s happening to me?” You squirmed from his hold, but he had his arm locked around your waist. “I-I feel like I’m peeing.”

“No, you’re squirting. It’s normal.” Satoru released his own guttural moan, cursing under his breath and mumbling how fucking sexy it was to make you squirt for the first time. And now, it was his turn to release the result of his intense arousal. “Shit. Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

Hot spurts of seed soon coated your spongy, vaginal walls. The combining smell of sweat, sex, and the sea was an olfactory sense that he was certain would be stuck in his mind for the rest of his life.

As soon as he pulled out, you plopped yourself on the couch in heavy but stable breaths. Your cheeks were still in heat from the unusual ejaculation you had just felt and your husband quickly gave you kisses all over the face to show his appreciation. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“It was amazing,” he said, kissing your neck and snuggling closer to you. “Never had that with anyone before.”

The immediate frown that appeared on your face made him realize his poor choice of words. Why the hell would he say that to a hormonal wife? It was scary how serious you became. “I see how it is. So most of the stuff we did, you’ve done it with many women in the past.”

Satoru kissed your lips. “Don’t be jealous now, baby. Everything feels brand new with you.”

“Yeah, right.” Despite rolling your eyes, you still ended up scooting closer to him as you two waited for the sunset.

The sunset! Your husband’s eyes widened in remembrance. “Babe, can you meet me down on the deck? I just have to get something.”

You sat up, checked the stability of your heartbeat and planted your feet on the floor when you deemed it safe to exert more physical effort again. “Okay, I’ll see you there.”

It was already 6PM and the sunset in Okinawa would happen around quarter to six. By the time Gojou returned to meet you on the deck, you were already there, dressed in a beautiful yellow maxi dress that perfectly complemented the orange horizon. The glowing sun illuminated the skies, kissing the warm colors of dusk that reflected the ocean’s meek waves. It was such a picture perfect scenery—you standing at the edge of the yacht, hair swaying from the soft wind, and your face gleaming with romantic hues of dusk. Only high quality cinematic scenes could ever deliver a portrait as vivid as this and he quickly found his humble silence because there were not enough words in the dictionary to describe how mesmerized he was with you.

His wife. His better half. His lifelong partner.

Satoru’s heart was pounding when he took careful steps towards the love of his life. As you reached a hand out to him, he took it without sparing a second before he finally closed the distance by planting a kiss on your forehead. “You look beautiful,” his compliment sounded mellow as it left his mouth, “I’m so lucky.”

The upward curve of your lips made his knees weak. “I have a gift for you.” You beamed, squeezing his hand before you showed the other hand that you were hiding behind your back. “Well, not exactly a gift. I’m sorry. It’s been hard to pick the perfect birthday present since you can get anything you want in this world, but…”

But what? He stared at you in patient curiosity until you lifted his hand and slid a familiar gold band on his finger. Could it be…?

“Y/N.” Who knew that uttering his own wife’s name would only bring out his heart’s felicity? Seeing you slide the wedding ring back on his finger, the same ring he unapologetically threw on the ocean back in Bora Bora, was causing the throbbing pang in his chest. He didn’t deserve every inch of you.

“We should wear them again.” You let him intertwine his fingers with yours, both hands decorated with wedding rings to signify your marital status. He felt like a complete asshole for not having valued the gold band around his finger the same way he was too late at appreciating you as a wife before he made those mistakes. Foolish mistakes that would never be erased as those scars would remain with you forever. He knew so well that there was still resentment rooting deep inside you, but you were selfless enough to give him a chance at working hard to right his wrongs, to be a better husband and to not be an absent father. “It feels like forever since we wore it.”

He pulled you into an embrace before you could see the build up of tears that were dancing in his eyes. “It was my fault that we stopped wearing them in the first place. I didn’t think that you’d give it back.”

A soft sigh escaped your lips just as you pulled away to look up at his face. “If you throw it again, this’ll be the last time you’ll ever see me wearing the ring.”

“I won’t.” Heck, it was already unforgivable enough that he hurled it into the ocean out of anger. He was a different man back then compared to how he was now and Satoru would rather die than to go back to his old self. He could never put you through the same agony again. “I’ll never take it off, I promise.”

You sealed your love with a kiss as the sun dipped from the sky in each passing minute. The susurration of the water and the distant chirping of the birds both relaxed your mind, painting the scene with the warmest palette as though you were living straight out of a movie. To think of it, you looked like Jack and Rose from Titanic when they were on the bow of the ship.

“I have a gift for you, too,” said Satoru, kissing your hand and chuckling as soon as he saw the look on your face.

Confused? Curious? Perhaps both. “A gift for me?” you asked, “It’s your birthday.”

You should have known by now that your husband loved spoiling you with gifts, but this one took the cake of being the most expensive gift he has ever purchased. “Yeah, it’s my birthday and you’re already the greatest gift I’ve received so,” he cringed at his own cheesiness before he pulled out a gold key from his pocket. “Here’s my gift.”

Your emotions only became even more puzzled. “A key?”

He nodded as a response while tracing the slope of your spine. “I figured we need to have a bigger living space since we have our munchkin now.” After tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear, he pulled you to his chest. “The neighborhood’s great and the backyard is large enough for the kids to run around. I haven’t picked the furniture because I wanna leave the interiors for you to decide on.”

“Hold on.” A finger shut his lips closed. “You got me a mansion?!”

“That’s a four billion yen property under your name,” he confirmed with a haughty grin. “The largest estate in the neighborhood.”

To be honest, you looked like you were about to pass out. “I can’t believe you just…” Your glare was soft as if reprimanding him. “That’s too grand even for us!”

“It’s okay. You deserve to feel like a queen in your own home.” It was true. He had always wanted to move out of the penthouse and let you live in a house big enough to be your own palace. “We’ll visit the mansion when we get back home.”

It actually took you another day before you arrived safely back to Tokyo. Gojou wouldn’t have had the best birthday weekend if it wasn’t for you, and stringing Getou and Ieiri along made things more celebratory in a sense. On the night before you went back home, both Satoru and Suguru had a few drinks that were enough to make them tipsy and the latter wouldn’t stop professing his love for the embarrassed Shoko in a drunken state. It was nice to see their dynamic and Gojou wished that he had paid more attention to his bestfriends, but the past few months were his darkest so they couldn’t blame him for being out of the loop.

Unfortunately, those dark days didn’t seem to end yet. When the yacht docked at the harbour, Miwa and the bodyguards were there waiting for the couple to get inside their vehicle. However, the unusual countenance on his secretary’s face hinted that there could be bad news.

“Oh, Miwa’s here.” You smiled softly while you clung to your husband’s arm, walking across the wooden platform until you made your way to the sedan.

“Mr. Gojou,” the small, blue-haired girl offered a courteous bow as she spoke. “I-I couldn’t reach your phone.”

What was it about? Did a huge investor pull out? Were any of his on-going projects miscalculated with a tight budget again? That couldn’t be possible because Satoru exhausted himself at work to ensure that everything would continue to go smoothly while he was on a weekend getaway. But then again, Miwa wouldn’t usually fidget like this if it wasn’t so urgent.

“What is it?” he asked a little impatiently, and he was met with a cautious glance between him and his wife. Ah… Miwa’s expression told him that it wouldn't be best if you were around. As soon as he got the hint, he turned to you and urged the bodyguard to escort you into the car. “Babe, you wanna get inside the car so you can rest? I just need to talk to Miwa.”

In spite of the worry in your eyes, you nodded and did as told. “Okay. Come join me soon.”

It wasn’t until you were out of earshot when he faced the agitated Miwa again with a stern expression. “Just get straight into it.”

“Um, y-your father.” Her doe eyes gazed at him carefully. “Mr. Chairman is in the hospital. He’s in a critical condition. You should probably see him immediately, sir.”

His father was in a critical state? Satoru didn’t exactly know how to feel about this, but he was nevertheless shocked to hear the news. “How’d that happen?” He glanced at the car and saw you peeking worriedly from the backseat. “Miwa, take my wife home and tell her I’ll see her tonight. I’ll be heading straight to the hospital.”

Satoru grew up in an abusive household that was mainly due to his father’s temper. At an early age, his standpoint about love was tainted because of the kind of relationship that he saw between his parents. It was difficult to believe that love existed between a husband who constantly hurt his wife and a wife who desperately wanted to escape her husband. In his eyes, why did they get married in the first place? Were all marriages like that? He was a child born for the sake of having an heir because his mother was an aristocrat arranged to an influential man who had been running a business empire since he was eighteen. They had him late because his mother had trouble conceiving a child for so long until he became the miracle that she had always prayed for. If Satoru hadn’t been born, what would have happened to his mom?

More importantly, would his dad’s behavior be even worse?

It was rare that he received genuine attention from his father as their relationship and bond was mostly transactional. All of their conversations were usually about business and the man trained him throughout his youth to prepare in running a multinational conglomerate since he was the sole heir of the Gojou Group. Satoru could remember his father being proud of him once when he graduated top in his class and it was for the first time where he heard the words, ‘I’m proud of you, son.’

The thing was, Satoru yearned for his father’s love. His attention. His respect. But while witnessing the late night arguments from the corner of the room, he became disgusted with the violence that his father often inflicted on his mom which was when he started to grow a deep resentment towards him.

It got even worse when his mom finally divorced him and left, leaving Satoru at the hands of an abusive man who directed all of his anger towards the son he never once loved.

So, why should Satoru feel any sort of sympathy towards this man?

Even after seeing him in a vegetative state on a wheelchair—unresponsive, immobile, and paralyzed—Satoru couldn’t find it in himself to feel terrible. What he felt was curiosity as to how all of this happened. Two nights ago, his father constantly bombarded him with texts and calls asking if he could meet with you to see how far you were in your pregnancy. He was exuding the happiness of a grandfather that he didn’t deserve to be and Satoru prohibited him from getting near his wife because he refused to give him the privilege of ever being acknowledged by his child.

Now, that man was here, limp and suffering an incurable syndrome. His jaws were unaligned, body stationary, and only his eyes were moving with tears filling up at the sight of his only son looking at his pitiful state.

“Locked in syndrome?” Satoru verified with the doctor. “He fell from the staircase and now he’s forever paralyzed?”

“We also refer to it as pseudocoma. We’ve done MRI to identify the pontine abnormality after we detected damages to the pons due to infarct and hemorrhage,” the veteran male doctor explained, “and I’m afraid that the accident resulted in his inability to show facial expression, move, or speak. Communication is only possible by coded eye movements.”

Satoru took a deep breath and assessed his father’s current condition. How much of a punishment was it that the old man would live the rest of his life by being trapped in a limp body?

“Will he still recover from it?” he asked the doctor, noticing how his father looked at him miserably. It was as though he was trying to desperately say something to his son, but he was limited to eye movements. “Or will he just continue to deteriorate from hereafter?”

It was a doctor’s job to give hope to their patients, so it was expected for him to offer possible treatments. “He’ll be completely bedridden and reliant on caregivers, but we can place him under rehabilitation and various supportive therapies, though there is no guarantee that he’ll improve.”

According to the maid who narrated the events, there were loud indiscernible screams that occurred at the mansion that day which gave her the impression that his father and his stepmom were fighting. As for the evil stepmom, she claimed that due to shock, her husband suffered a stroke and fell from the stairs before she could even catch him.

Eula also recounted their argument as something that was in relation to Satoru, once again blaming him for being the cause of his father’s tragic fate.

Speaking of the witch, his stepmother soon entered the hospital suite with her fake crying face as she approached her husband. “Shinzo! Oh, my!” she crouched down and stroked his cheek, forcing tears to pool her eyes knowing that Satoru was watching her with a rigid stare. The strange part was how his father’s eyes widened at the sight of Eula which clearly reflected fright, but the woman played it off as him being in a traumatized state still. “My poor husband, it’s going to be okay. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”

“Please allow him to rest frequently,” the doctor advised before excusing himself to give some privacy.

And as the doctor took his exit, their family lawyer then entered the room and immediately acknowledged the three of them by offering sympathies to the Chairman’s critical medical condition. There were papers in his hand and Satoru assumed that these were legal documents that needed to be read with all the family members around.

“Is that my dad’s Living Will?” Satoru inquired, arms crossed as he stood at the edge of the hospital bed.

Before the lawyer could confirm, Eula eagerly got up and showed interest in the said document. “You’re distributing his assets, right?”

Seriously… Gojou clenched his fist. Why was she concerned about that? “A Living Will is a written document detailing the medical care he requires in case he becomes physically compromised.”

The stepmom shot him a piercing gaze as if she was offended by not understanding the difference. “You shouldn’t even be here. It shows how you’re only interested in inheriting everything your father has because of your greed.”

Satoru was about to snap until the lawyer cleared his throat to cut the growing tension. His stepmom was lucky that no one was around because God knows what he could have done to her. Maybe not today, he told himself and sought self-restraint as he urged for the lawyer to explain the contents of the document.

Only the lawyer’s voice filled the room when he described all the medical treatments that his father wished to receive in case he suffered a life-threatening condition. Aside from allocating sufficient staff to nurse him at home and provide him better care, he also wished to receive all treatment necessary for the betterment of his health—this includes surgeries, dialysis, and/or rehabilitation.

“Apart from the medical directives,” the lawyer read off the document, “there is a sub clause highlighting that in the event where Shinzo Gojou has become incapacitated, Satoru Gojou shall become the Chairman and CEO of the Gojou Group. Satoru will oversee all business obligations and everyone including but not limited to; employees, security, and house personnels must follow orders under his command.”

It seemed like Satoru himself had become paralyzed after hearing those words. He could barely process the amount of responsibility that his father had placed on his shoulders because he nearly believed that he had stripped him off his rights. He made him think that he wasn’t going to inherit the company after the merger did not push through.

“Impossible!” His stepmom protested, face seething in anger as she looked at the lawyer. “What about my son? What about Yuuta? Read it all over again, I can’t accept this!”

Was this how it felt to be victorious for once? He did feel terrible for how his father ended up in a vegetative state, but the denial on Eula’s face made him satisfied inside. After years and years of being harassed by this woman, she finally received the plot twist of her life.

“I’m sorry,” said the lawyer, “Only Satoru’s name was mentioned in the document.”

“No! No, absolutely not! This is ridiculous!”

Frankly, she wasn’t easily accepting her defeat either because she was furiously glaring at her unresponsive husband for betraying her. How ironic was it to marry someone for their fortunes only for the hated son to snatch every single penny?

With a faint smile on his face, Satoru walked towards his father and leaned closer to whisper in his ear, loud enough so his stepmom could hear. “Don’t worry, dad. I’ll take care of everything.”

It was a threat to Eula more than a promise of obligation and she was left with gritted teeth and clenched fists while watching her stepson walk out of the room in complete satisfaction.

When Satoru said he was going to come home later that night, you had already fallen asleep before you even got the chance to talk to him. You had been anxious for the whole night wondering what might have occured for him to suddenly head somewhere else instead of going home with you. It didn’t help that Miwa had remained tight-lipped when you asked her where your husband was going, but she assured that all you had to focus on was your health.

Since the yacht cruise took a huge chunk of energy from your body, your maids immediately tended to your needs when you came home until you blacked out in bed because of exhaustion. Sadly, when you woke up the next morning, you were greeted with an empty bed realizing that your husband was already gone.

All that was left was a post-it note above your bedside table to inform you that he did sleep next to you last night.

Baby, I’m sorry I have a busy day ahead. I’ll make it up to you when I come home. I love you - Satoru

With a sulking face, you soon walked out of your bedroom and brought your lonely heart along, especially with how much you missed your husband’s presence. Something serious must be going on with him because he usually wouldn’t leave the penthouse until eight in the morning. Could it be about Sera? Did he regret kicking her out of the company and now he was making it up to her? How foolish were you to think that he could easily forget about her?

On the contrary, you didn’t mean to overhear the conversation between your maids while they prepared your breakfast in the kitchen and that was how you finally learned why Satoru had urgent things to attend to.

“Did you hear? Mr. Chairman hit his head after falling from the stairs and it resulted in complete paralysis. It’s such a gruesome accident! Because of it, Mr. Satoru will take over as the new Chairman and CEO starting from today.”

“Everything’s just so sudden. I actually heard him talking to a lawyer this morning and he’s requesting for his stepmom’s financial statements. Maybe they’re fighting about matters of inheritance?”

“I heard they never got along!”

“Apparently, the stepmom’s ambitious and most people don’t like her because she’s new money. Mr. Satoru seems to despise her because of that.”

“Rich people are so—Oh, Miss Y/N!”

You didn’t realize that you had been holding your breath throughout their conversation even as they all consequently lined up with their heads bowed down in utter shame. They continuously apologized for gossiping about your husband’s personal life until you raised a hand to dismiss them. You weren’t going to fire them because of something as petty as that and, truthfully, you wouldn’t have known about all that Satoru was going through if you hadn’t eavesdropped.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N,” greeted one of your maids with a shaky voice, “I’ll prepare your Açai bowl. Would you like some blueberries to go with it?”

As you nodded, the other maid with light brown hair helped you up the bar stool behind the kitchen island. “You look pale, Miss Y/N. I’ll get you some water.”

“Satoru,” you spoke to them in a daze, “how’s my husband when he left? Was he alright?”

Both maids sent you a look of concern. “He seems fairly okay, Miss. He looked more serious than usual, but he still reminded us to make sure that you take your meals properly.”

Of course. You let out a sigh. How could he be okay? It hasn’t been long since Nana died and now another one of his family members was on the verge of suffering the same fate. Although Satoru despised his father, he was still a son and he must be having a rough time dealing with the amount of responsibilities that he suddenly had to carry on his shoulders. Not to mention he also had a pregnant and ill wife at home who required constant care. A person, no matter how resilient, could only take so much.

“Miss Y/N? Your phone’s ringing,” a maid with raven pixie hair ran to your side with the gadget in her hand, “I think your mom-in-law’s calling.”

Oh. She must have heard about the news. You mouthed a quick ‘thanks’ to the maid after you took your phone from her grasp and answered the call, “Hey, mom.”

“Y/N, darling. Are you and Satoru doing okay?” The gentleness of her voice was unexpectedly comforting. “I’ll drop by later tonight for dinner if you two are free.”

You smiled as if she could see. “That’d be nice, mom. I’m sure Satoru would love to see you, especially now.”

You didn’t have to specifically state why because she seemed to be very well aware of what you mean. More than that, she didn’t exactly have any place to react to her ex-husband’s medical condition anymore. “How about you?” she asked from the other end of the line. “Stress is bad for your baby. Are you getting enough rest?”

“Yeah, I’m doing fine. Don’t worry, mom. So many people are looking after me.” In fact, even your dad wanted to hear updates about you every now and then because he was all for making sure that you were treated well.

“Okay, that’s great. I’ll see you two tonight.”

“See you, mom. Take care.”

It was only after the call when you realized that you received a text message from an unknown number and it managed to steal all of your interest in this unusual morning. Was it just a spam message? As you chewed on your lip, you opened the message and read it:

Unknown: I know this sounds weird and I’m risking my life here but I’m currently at the café down your building. I’m here to return something that’s yours.

Unknown: I have no plans to harm you. This is Sera.

Sera? What on Earth was she up to now? You wanted to laugh at how ridiculous she was to think that you would care enough to meet up with her after the stunt she had just pulled last time. Besides, how did she even manage to bypass security? Satoru made sure that every person coming in and out of the condominium’s lobby was thoroughly verified. But then again, she didn’t need to go through the lobby to enter the café.

What did she mean ‘returning something that’s yours’? Was she being serious or was this one of her lousy plans to try and harm your unborn baby again? You couldn’t exactly trust a desperate woman like her and you considered calling security to chase her away, but would it hurt to actually meet up and hear what she wanted to say? The café was a public place, anyway. The bodyguards would keep you safe and all you had to do was to not drink or eat anything that she might offer. You just needed to give her your ears and listen to what she had to say.

Should you give in?

Should you not?

Give in?

Or not?

“Hana,” you called one of your maids as you’ve made a decision, “Prepare a casual dress for me. I need to go down.”

“How did you get my phone number?” was the first interrogative question that flew out of your lips when you arrived at Sera’s table at the café. She noticed the distance that you were putting even when you took the seat across from her and about three bodyguards were standing not too far to ensure your safety.

With a protective hand placed on your belly, Sera cleared her throat and adjusted her seat. You could see the way she returned to her humble attire, discarding the previous style that she was shamelessly copying from you. “I’m not here to make amends,” she clarified without acknowledging your question.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “What makes you think I’d even forgive the woman who tried to harm my baby? I could easily send you to jail if I wanted to.”

It wasn’t a threat. You just had to establish a thick line that she should never cross or else she would face the most powerful lawyers in Japan.

“I wasn’t thinking when I did that.” She couldn’t really meet your eyes when she spoke again and the only space she could stare at was the table’s surface. “I was driven by anger and jealousy. Even I'm disgusted with myself for what I almost did to you, but I did it because I wanted to get my revenge on Satoru. I wanted him to feel the pain he left me with.”

You raised an eyebrow and remained coldly stiff around her. “He apologized to you over and over. He even begged for you to hurt him instead of directing your anger towards his wife and his unborn child. Did you really think he was going to take it lightly?”

“But that’s…!”

“Between us both,” you cut her off, “I’m the one who should be angry at him. I’m the one who has the right to be completely spiteful and unforgiving after all the pain that you two put me through. Do you think I’ve completely forgiven Satoru just because he’s my husband? No. I have more grudges on him than you do and that’s how it should be. I’m the wife who was wronged and you’re the accomplice to his mistakes. You have no right to get back at him or me because you knew what you were getting into by staying with a married man. You don’t know how much I suffered in our marriage and you’ll never understand how ruined I’ve become because you refuse to acknowledge other people’s pain except your own. You’re selfish. You’re shallow. You’re a miserable excuse for a woman.”

Both of your hands were shaking from rage as your temperature rose at the same rate your heartbeat increased. The only reason your fury subsided was because Sera was suddenly bowing her head down as though she was ashamed of all the things she had done and that there was no way she could save face. The prideful and stubborn Sera, here she was showing her raw vulnerability in front of you. It was either you struck a nerve or she was just beginning to realize her actions, but she had nothing else to say after you finally released the resentment you had been keeping inside.

Instead of arguing back, she met your eyes as if seeking an answer to the questions in her mind. “Why did you… reinstate my brother’s scholarship?”

The question caught you off guard and rendered you speechless for a moment. Was this the real reason she wanted to meet up with you? You were expecting that she would put up another fight or even scream at you for ‘stealing everything’ she had, not her bringing up a certain kind gesture that you did in secret.

You gave her an honest response either way. “Your brother has nothing to do with the mess you created. I’m only being fair to an innocent person.”

Based on Sera's facial expression, it seemed like she just wanted to confirm it by herself that you had no ill intentions when you restored her brother’s scholarship. She saw it with her own two eyes that it was pure generosity and altruism that ought to be returned, which was why you were taken aback when she pulled out a paper bag and crouched down right in front of you, carefully reaching for your foot like a mere servant. Her sudden actions alerted the bodyguards who tried to pull her up until you raised a dismissive hand and told them that it wasn’t necessary.

“I’m just returning what’s yours,” she stated the words exactly as how she said it in text, later wiping her lachrymose eyes before she took a box out of the paper bag and revealed the bejeweled light blue Jimmy Choo’s that were once owned by a late-princess from Great Britain. Sera took it upon herself to swallow her pride, remove your sandal and replace it with the shoe that fit your size perfectly. “I knew it’d fit you.”

What does she mean? Your confusion reflected on your visage. “I don’t need your shoes. These are yours.”

She was insistent at shaking her head and wiping her damp cheeks. “He bought it for you,” she corrected before returning to her seat. “These shoes were meant for you. What happened that day, I-I just came to meet him at the wrong time when he picked the shoes up. He was heading back to give it to you, but I took interest and asked him who they were for. We were still dating back then so he didn’t wanna hurt my feelings and said that the shoes were for me.”

Impossible. Satoru hated you at the time, so how…?

“These aren’t mine,” was your strict reply. “I’m not interested in anything that belongs to you.”

She, however, remained resolute. “They barely fit me and Satoru knows my shoe size well enough before he purchased it at the auction. It’s yours whether you believe it or not.”

Sera never explicitly apologized nor did she utter the words ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I hope you can forgive me’. She stayed true to her character and chose to repay your kindness by lowering her pride. In her head, it was the least she could do and the best that she could ever allow herself to. She was at a point where her dignity was irretrievable so her solution to it was to find a way to lessen the guilt that was eating her alive. One, for sleeping with a married man. Two, for harassing the rightful wife. And three, for almost harming an unborn child.

You would never become the best of friends even if she did beg on her knees to apologize. It was better that way.

“Live a life without envy, Sera,” you told her with a detached voice. “Some people have it worse.”

FLASHBACK — The Hyatt, Hotel Bar

On the topic of pride, the man who possessed that quality the most was none other than the Chairman of the Gojou Group. Shinzo grew up protecting his own image and dignity for the sake of his family name and the business that he spent blood, sweat, and tears for. Nothing in this world was more important than the company, even to the point where he drove his ex-wife away and forced his son to suffer from attaining his perfectionist standard. He was a hubristic man whose source of satisfaction was to always remain at the top. Those he deemed incompetent were ultimately seen as undeserving and this was an ideology that he wanted Satoru to have. To be the best, to keep his pride intact, to be heartless when needed. As much as he saw him as a real son, Shinzo was blinded by his rage and greed that he treated Satoru like a pawn more than his own flesh and blood. For him, his direct lineal heir was only born for the sake of running the company, nothing more and nothing less.

This was why he could understand why the same son shunned him away like he was the most despicable man in the universe. Aside from the physical violence that he unapologetically inflicted on Satoru, he was also the root cause of the unimaginable trauma that he acquired. He was a ruthless father with a heart made of stone, that even on his own son’s birthday, he could not find it in himself to greet him.

Instead, he was here at a hotel bar to deal with something that was in dire need of attention. It was neither about his son nor his business.

It was about his wife.

“What do you have to say about this?” After slamming the folder on the table, the old man watched how Sera flinched across from him and saw the collection of photos—or evidence, rather—that she and Eula met up at a rooftop not long ago. “Are you that shameless that you’d meet with my wife to ask for money? How much more do you need?”

Sera was incessantly shaking her head at his accusations. “Sir, it’s not what you think. It’s…”

He sent brutal daggers by staring straight through her soul. “Don’t lie!” yelled the old man. “You’re desperate ‘cause you’re jobless and now you’re leeching off of my wife?”

“No, it’s really not what you think.” Along with her firm denial, she looked like she was hesitating about something important. This wasn’t really the first time he had met with Sera since he previously held a private meeting with her when he gave her a check to ensure that she would stay away from Satoru. She must already be aware that she was facing off against a man with a sadistic temper and she should know not to lie to his face when her life was on the line. How brazen was this woman to even look him in the eye? “Sir, I’ve never asked Miss Eula for money. Not even once.”

Her eyes glanced at his enclosed fists just as he asked, “So what else does a woman like you need from her?”

“Sh-She was giving me advice on how to get Satoru back,” the girl admitted, hiding her rueful face while she continued, “At first I thought she just… wanted to help me. But then I realized that she was doing it to make sure that Satoru would never get on your good side, because if he ended up with me, you would have punished him.”

Bullshit. What kind of bullshit was this? “You’re painting my wife as a bad person. Do you realize the gamble you’re taking here?!”

“It doesn’t matter because I’m telling the truth, sir.” Sera’s lips quivered at every word. “Your wife isn’t who you think she is. She’s manipulative—”

Shinzo downed a glass of Scotch and slammed it on the table. “Why should I believe you?”

She wasn’t really begging for him to believe her. Her countenance showed how much she just wanted to spill the truth rather than convincing him to see his wife in a different light. “Because,” she paused, gulping nervously, “she’s having an affair with a younger man. Someone who’s very close to me, that’s the reason why I met up with her.”

What? Laughable. This was absurd by all means that all he could do was find humor in it. “Who the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s true! I can’t even call it an affair because he was being forced into it.” Strangely enough, there was no trace in Sera’s face that hinted at her lies. “She was sexually harassing him and he wanted to file a case against her, but he knew it’ll be bad publicity to your company and reputation—”

“I asked for his name!” His growling voice bounced back from the concrete wall.

“N-Naoya,” answered Sera, her voice shaking uncontrollably, “Naoya Zen’in.”

Naobito’s son? Shinzo found his silence as he processed the newfound information. To think of it, he had always suspected that Eula was sneaking out behind his back. He had turned a blind eye to it, but he was aware of her hotel expenses, her extravagant gifts, and her interest in the Zen’in Group. All along, he believed that she was simply scheming on how to sabotage the rival company and he didn’t expect that she was actually preying on a younger man who only ever dated women his age.

“Please don’t hurt Naoya,” Sera begged as if protecting the man’s life was more important than her own. “He’s a victim.”

But in the end, Shinzo had nothing else to say.

The only person that could confirm these bold accusations was Eula herself.

The wife he had married solely for her beauty. He might not have been the best husband, but he could never forgive betrayal of this caliber. He was a ticking time bomb that was ready to detonate from a single trigger and he didn’t even have any plans to hide his rage when he came home that night to confront her. Vexation fueled his mind and vicious was the fire in his eyes as he walked up the stairs and saw Eula coming out of her son’s room with a smile.

“Shinzo,” she greeted and reached for his arm, feigning innocence with her stance, “I was just asking Yuuta to start packing up. His flight is in three days.”

He snatched his arm away, allowing his wife to jump in surprise before he spoke with gritted teeth, “That kid Naoya. Who’s he to you?”

Eula’s reaction was already a confirmation in itself. The way her eyes widened, the way her soul left her body, the way her voice became stuck in her throat. “What… What are you talking a-about? I don’t know him.”

“Why did you check in at The Hyatt last fourth of September? Who were you with?” he questioned while keeping his last bit of patience depending on the answer she would give him.

“I-I was… I was with Mrs. Nakamura,” she responded, backing away as he took careful steps towards her. “We had a few drinks and I insisted that we check in because the poor woman was drunk—”

Her face was met with a harsh slap. It was painful enough that it left a bright red mark on her cheek, but there was no way Shinzo could still hold himself back. “You lying whore! Nakamura’s wife joined our business trip to Macau that day!”

And the attacks came straight after that. His anger coursed through his entire body when he hit her again and again and again. However, the stark difference between his first and second wife was the fact that Eula was fiercer and surprisingly aggressive. She held her cheek with fury in her eyes as though the man had just unforgivably ruined her face. “How dare you hit me, you crazy old man!” She screeched and attacked him with her long nails, pushing him back while he was dragging her along with him. “How dare you lay a hand on me after all that I’ve done for you!”

“Everything you’ve done for my money, you mean?” Shinzo let out a devilish laugh that sent goosebumps on Eula’s thick skin.

“And so what?” Her chest rose and fell heavily. “You marrying me is your karma. Did you think anyone would want to marry a pathetic, abusive man?”

“You—!”

Just as he was about to swing his hand onto her, she was fast enough to push his old body off towards the flight of stairs where he stumbled backwards and hit every limb, dislocated every joint, and popped every artery until blood gushed out of the back of his head when he landed on the floor. It was for the first time where Shinzo saw the actual face of the demon and it wasn’t in the form of Satan, but in the form of a smiling wife he referred to as his own karma.

Ever since he was born, Satoru grew up preparing to take the role of a Chairman and CEO.

There were many instances in his childhood where he could only sneak out a few hours throughout the day to play with you because he was always expected to spend his time at the library. Instead of fantasy novels and mangas, Satoru had to read thick books about business strategies, marketing psychology, and financial management. His childhood was mostly of him being trained to become a competent businessman with not much career choices except to run a huge company. He wasn’t complaining per se. In fact, he considered himself blessed for being an heir to an established conglomerate that only acquired more value day by day. There were huge expectations resting upon his shoulders and the amount of pressure that his father placed on him turned him into a greedy and self-important leader that was an exact carbon copy of his father.

Morally speaking, he didn’t really wish to follow his father’s footsteps. He despised the idea that people saw his father’s qualities in him because anything about the man was what he, ironically, tried to avoid all his life. The cheating, the emotional manipulation, the violence—Satoru could list down all of his father’s red flags and he would end up publishing a ten-volume book with about five hundred pages each copy. The only thing he ever admired about his father was his passion for the company, a passion that he valued more than his own family to the point where he preferred submitting himself to all the stress at work than paying attention to his own wife and son.

Because he cared more for the company than his own family, he ultimately lost his first wife and his son grew detached from him. This was what Satoru was scared of, that if he had ever failed to balance his work and personal life, you might also end up leaving him just as his child might alienate him.

So, if anyone was wondering about how Satoru felt now that he was announced as the Chairman and CEO, it wasn’t exactly as triumphant as he imagined.

Ask him eleven months ago and he would have celebrated it with a pop of champagne. At the present day, however, he didn’t make a big deal about it. Of course, he was nonetheless celebratory and he was gratified to have finally reached his goal. After all, the initial reason why he agreed to marry you was because of his lifelong dream to take over the company without fighting for the inheritance. But like a racecar that had taken a different course from its original route, Gojou realized that the experiences he had gone through for the past several months had actually changed many things about him. He saw the importance of patience, integrity, and perseverance and there was nothing more satisfying than to rise to the highest position in the company because he managed to earn his father’s trust at the most crucial period of his life.

Everyone from the Board of Directors were glad to see Satoru take over despite the rumors of him being stricter than his father when it came to closing deals and approving proposals. They all congratulated him for being appointed to lead and also paid sympathies for his now-incapacitated father at the same time. It was a double-edged sword just as how one of the executives put it, because even though the new face of the Gojou Group was a man who was made to run a business empire, they were still sad to see that the previous Chairman had to step down from his position due to a tragic illness.

But in spite of his father’s ill fate, Satoru was responsible enough to ensure that the company would be very well taken care of.

“Miwa,” the newly appointed CEO walked through the corridor while his secretary kept up with his fast pace, “I want to see all the backlog of paperworks from the past two weeks.”

As he entered his new office that was much more spacious than his previous one, he was surprised to see Miwa catching her breath and looking extremely exhausted after attending meetings left and right. “Yes, sir. I’ll request them from—”

“Do I need a secretarial staff?” Satoru’s question was not a criticism. Neither was there any trace of animosity on his face when he sat on his chair and opened his laptop. Miwa, who stood in front of his desk, was looking at him with an uneasy smile. “I’m asking you if you need me to hire more secretaries to help you around. I’m not saying you’re slacking, but you need to step up now that we have more work to do.”

The blue-haired girl sighed in relief. Did she think she was going to get fired? “It would be very ideal if you do hire another secretary to the team, sir.”

“Inform the HR team and ask if we can get someone internally,” he ordered while browsing through the files on his laptop. “I want someone who’s dedicated, diligent, and responsible like you.”

There was a moment of silence that took over after he said those words and he had been too occupied at checking his emails when he realized that Miwa was teary-eyed when he looked up at her again.

“S-Sorry, sir.” Miwa offered a 90-degree bow to him. “It’s just… It’s the first time I ever heard a compliment from you.”

Gojou chuckled softly. His secretary’s face basically screamed the words: ‘you used to overwork me without acknowledging my hard work!’ and ‘you gave me a hard time rescheduling your appointments’. Things were bound to get even busier from hereafter, but he wanted Miwa to feel appreciated. “As soon as another secretary joins you, you can take a week off from work.”

“Really, sir?!” Miwa was so overjoyed that Satoru could imagine her skipping merrily across a flower field. “The Gojou Group is the best company! And our boss is super duper handsome!”

Her liveliness was contagious that even Satoru himself felt momentarily relaxed after a tedious first day as the highest ranking executive in his company. The day alone had already drained every bit of his energy and his face reflected his weariness, which then prompted Miwa to excuse herself and get him some refreshments while he took an hour to rest inside his office. Checking the clock, it was already quarter past four and he still had another appointment to attend. And when his eyes found the photo frame above his desk, he stared at your beautiful smiling face and figured that it was the most effective way to calm his heart. My wife.

How were things back home? Surely, it felt like forever since he last had a proper conversation with you because he was busy dealing with his father’s current condition and he also didn’t expect that he would be appointed as the Chairman and CEO straight after his birthday getaway. He hoped that it didn’t make you feel like he was neglecting you because he would still prefer cuddling with you all day than be burdened by numerous paperworks, meetings, and fieldworks.

Maybe he should give you a call and tell you how much he missed you or that he couldn’t wait to come home for dinner and spoil your baby bump with endless kisses.

Unfortunately, he must have forgotten that he still had to face one of the many obstacles in his life. With that obstacle being his stepbrother.

“Nii-san?” Yuuta showed some hesitance when he peeked through the door before entering with fidgeting hands. “Are you busy?”

What the hell does he want? Perhaps he was here to try and claim a position that was not even given to him. Did he and his witch of a mother really expect that they would be inheriting the company instead of Satoru who was a direct heir to the Gojou bloodline? Was being a freeloader at the mansion not enough to satisfy their insatiable thirst for money and power?

“Did you schedule an appointment?” Satoru asked coldly, never once meeting his stepbrother’s gaze. “I’m quite busy, you know.”

“…Ah, I just need to talk about something important.” Why was he fiddling with his shirt like he was nervous? This was unusual from Yuuta who always carried himself with humble confidence, the kind of aura that his wife possessed.

He hated talking to this boy, but what exactly did he need for him to even go out of his way and visit the office? “Don’t you have a flight to catch? You’re better off in the US. I can take care of my company.”

Yuuta’s eyes were glued on the tessellated carpet while he firmly shook his head. “It’s not that. I’m here to…” With a deep breath, he gathered the courage to speak again, “It’s about my mom. I-I don’t want her to hurt more people. She… She was responsible for killing Nana and pushing dad off the staircase.”

Satoru’s body temperature became as cold as ice.

“I can testify in court,” said the younger man in a resolute voice, “Please send my mom to jail.”

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[silkylovey]

false reputation?

Rafe Cameron is the typical frat boy with blond hair and blue eyes. His reputation was known everywhere on campus. Cocky, an ass but he was amazing in bed. Every girl that got the ‘chance’ to sleep with him always gave him a good review as if he was a sex worker.

Y/n on the other side was just a calm student, who worked during her free time. Her family was not poor but not the richest. She worked in a restaurant and spend most of her hours there with her friend and also her co-worker Brook.

She was walking up to her class when she noticed Rafe being dabbed up by his friends after one of his other hookups that were a stupid bet by his friends.

Y/n thought that made she should feel what the hype was about and if he could fulfill her sexual desires.

---

Y/n and her friend Delilah went to the Halloween party of Rafe’s frat. Y/n and Lilah matched in their sexy bunny costumes. Today was the day that Y/ would try to get laid by Rafe.

She and Lilah went to the kitchen. Topper eyed Lilah up and down and that was Lilah’s queue to leave.

“Friend ditched you?” a dark voice invited itself in her ear. Y/n turned around and she was met with Rafe Cameron.

“Yeah, wanna dance?” she didn’t know from where this confidence came maybe from the booze. He grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. Around them people were making out, sniffing coke, drinking, and grinding on each other.

---

Y/n

You started rolling your hips and pushing your bum into him, you could hear him groan in your ear.

“Wanna take this to my room or are you going to keep teasing, princess?” he asked with a lot of lust.

You told him to show you the way and not even 5 seconds later you were thrown over his shoulder. His friends started cheering when they saw who he was going to shag. When you entered his room, he put you on your feet and started kissing you and you greedily accepted.

He then led you to his bed where he started taking off his clothes and your clothes. He was well built and his dick was aching.

He didn’t do foreplay, he just positioned himself in front of your entrance and he started pounding in you. He kept kissing your neck leaving love bites and hickeys but he couldn’t get you over the edge. You were almost there but you thought that he would maybe touch your clit but no. He just kept penetrating you and kept whispering dirty words in your ears.

Why was he overhyped if he couldn’t make you cum?

His orgasm came quite quickly and you wanted to leave this house as soon as you could.

After he washed you up and kissed you, he went back to his friends downstairs. You decided to put your costume back on and just leave.

He saw you leave and he also saw how you looked disgusted and shocked. He wanted to run after you but he wasn’t that type of guy.

If people saw Rafe running after a girl, they would make his reputation go down in a bad way.

---

Rafe

A few days after I hooked up with Y/n, people started to look at me funnily as if I had a mustache drawn on my face.

Topper came up to me and said “So you couldn’t make a girl finish, never expected that from you.”

What? I could make every girl finish, doesn’t matter what she liked.

“Who?” I asked him.

“Y/n”

I’ve spent my whole day on campus trying to find her, I even skipped my classes just to have a chat with her.

I finally did find her in an empty classroom.

---

You looked up to see Rafe looking at you with a glare. “What?”

“So how was the sex?” he asked bluntly.

“Do you want my honest opinion or just a lie?”

“Please be honest with me”

“Okay well, what we had at your party wasn’t sex. I didn’t even cum, after I left the party I went home and made myself finish. I never thought that the sex king could not make a girl cum,” you made air quotes when you said sex kind.

“Tell me what I did wrong, please tell me.”

“Well for starters there was no foreplay, and then you didn’t even touch my clit once,” I told him and he looked disappointed in himself.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“No, you had your chance.”

“Do you not want to experience a good orgasm, doll?”

Yes, you did so you just gave in.

He got on his knees and leaned forward towards your jogging. He grabbed the waistline and pulled it down. He was met with your red lace panties. He could come at sight.

Rafe hooked his fingers around the waistline of your panties and pulled them down. “Fuck, how could I have missed out on this? I bet you taste amazing.”

And with that, he dove into your pussy, licking, nibbling your clit. Fucking with his tongue and boy was he good at it.

He started fingerfucking you and you felt close. “I am close baby,” you told him and he just went harder. You were so close that you started grinding against his face and he let you.

After your orgasm, you stood up to take your panties but you were pulled down by Rafe who has taken your place. His pants and underwear were long forgotten.

He pulled you down and inserted himself in you and then he started trusting upwards while rubbing your clit with 2 fingers.

“You close, baby? Squeezing me so tight fuck.” You just nodded being overwhelmed by your second orgasm. He kissed your neck as you were cumming around his dick and a few seconds later he milked out in you.

“Let me take you out on a date?” he asked while he was still inside of you.

“And if you don’t like it then we won’t ever go out again. But if you do I promise to fuck you like this and even better.” He smiled in your neck.

“Okay, Rafe.”

[warnersister]

Neighbours

Carl Gallagher x Reader

I know this isn’t accurate - I haven’t *surprisingly* ever been in Juvie, so this is just based off of the character, and background, really. I know boys, and girls don’t mix in Juvie - just go with it.

“In.” I looked at the guard who pointed to a lone cell. I cocked an eyebrow. “In.” He reiterated I rolled my eyes, as I walked into the small, dull room. A female warden then came in. “Gotta do a pat down.” She said. And I huffed, praying she wouldn’t find anything.

I learnt my hands on the wall, as she used her foot to push my legs apart. “Kinky.” She rolled her eyes. The guard leant down, and her hands circled my ankles, receiving a scoff when she extracted a pocket knife. Then to my waist, where she found a pack of cigarettes. “No don’t take that shit!” I huffed. She stood back when she had finished. The door was locked behind her.

“She took your smokes?” A boy in the cell across asked, leaning against the bars - arms weaving around to support his weight. “What’s it to you?” I mimicked his position, watching as his plaited hair moved as he chuckled. “Gotta whole box in here.” He motioned to the room, behind him. “Don’t smoke.” I replied. “Then why’d you smuggle some in by your ass?” He eyed me. “One, weren’t up my ass. I have some class dipshit.” He shortly laughed, shaking his head. “And two, I have beef with some whore that slept with my ex. I’m the reason she’s in here, bought the slut some cig’s as a peace-offering.” He nodded along.

“So you’re being the bigger person?” I shrugged. “Pussy.” I scoffed. “Then why you in here, huh?” He licked his lips. “Aggravated battery. You?” “Drug and gun dealing.” I hummed. “Respect.” He laughed.

“So you didn’t smuggle smokes in by your ass?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. “No?” I gave him a look. “How’d you get them in them?” He looked at me questioningly. I lifted my blue shirt only slightly, showing the top of my trousers. “Elasticated waste-band.” I said, pulling it - hearing the snap as it hit against my skin.

“I’ve got something else I could put in your ass.” I looked at him, eyes slightly widened. “The silence don’t mean no.” “The silence ‘don’t’ mean yes either, white boy.” “Do I really look that easy?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “Nah but I’m getting hard just looking at your ass in those pants, baby.” He ground his crotch against the bar. I rolled my eyes with a low, faked laugh.

The gum he was chewing smacked, as the bubble popped. “What’s your name, hot-stuff?” He bit his lip, offering a smirk. “(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) What’s yours, you horny piece of shit.” I added the last remark. “Carl.” “Carl Gallagher.” “White boy Carl.” I joked. “Decent nickname, but I think I prefer daddy.” He growled. “Okay tiger calm down.”

“They letting us out in five. Get two hours.” He gave a suggestive look with his eyes. “I’m not good for a quick fuck, Gallagher. If I was a hooker, I’d have standards.” I said, looking him up, and down - head to toe. “Ouch, princess. Don’t even wanna have a chat?” He shrugged. “Is your ass jealous, with the amount of shit coming out of your mouth?” I asked. “Woah! Woah! Woah! I’m just tryna get to know my sexy neighbour.” He smirked.

“I don’t wanna get to know mine.” I responded. “Gonna need some one to protect you, doll.” “I can protect myself.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “You, and what weapon?” I looked down at my feet, not responding. “Cat got your tongue?” I loudly exhaled at his comment.

“Fine, Gallagher.”

I heard a loud buzz, which I assumed meant that our break was about to commence. My door opened, as did everyone else’s on the cell-block.

He walked towards me, and squared up, looking down slightly at me. “But don’t think for one second that you’re getting into my pants.” I warned, pointing a finger, at him. He loudly, and quickly snapped his teeth, pretending to go to bite my finger - and I lowered it, shaking my head at the boy. “In my wildest dreams, hot stuff.” His arm making it’s way over my shoulder, glaring; at anyone who even breathed in our direction - trying to look at the new member, to the block. The guards slowly circling the grounds, like hungry sharks, tasers, and batons at the ready.

“You need a shower.” I told Carl, pushing his arm off of my shoulder, laughing a short, whole-hearted; laugh. “Care to join?” He offered. “Oh fuck you.” I huffed. “What time?” He winked, the same arm, going to encircle my waist. “You seem like a pain in the ass.” I told him, as we stopped, (in what I assumed to be), the courtyard. “Thank you.” He grinned.

For fucks sake, (L/n). Pull. Yourself. Together.

[abusivelittlebunny]

Since I like causing trouble, favorite body part of each twink and why? 😉

Tits ass tits ass tits ass tits ass

Oof this is a difficult one there's so much there to appreciate honestly it would be very tough to choose but I'll try my best! Let's separate face & body though & examine them separately. Also we are not taking hair in this because truly i will be doing the actors instead of their characters as these features apply to any role they've played even though it feels weird to rate a real person ...

With Mr Murphy, when it comes to face I know many would say eyes, I know I know I know, they are just so perfectly shaped but if I'm real Too blue eyed people freak me out a bit but he has such nice lashes to contrast it and incredible makeup worthy eyelids and a hauntingly hollow eyesocket with those strangely shaped and actually very long brows that are scarce enough next to that endless hollow that they sometimes seem nonexistent so he gets a flying pass. But. But. I'm going to have to say cheekbones because they are honestly one of a kind and you can cut a man with them they're just so incredible; if I was one of those artists that drew little to no actual facial details like the hollow of cheekbones and just a simple smooth face I'd have the hardest time trying to draw Mr Murphy they are just so essential to his face.

It's hard to choose between ass and tits and thighs and waist when it comes to him because truly he's gifted in all of these areas but I'll say waist because he looks so milfy with how hourglassly his figure is; so mommy.

Special shout out to: his hollow eyesockets giving him that iconic look.

Mr Cole has such incredible eyes and honestly their shape mesmerized me; it has this cat-like curve like his pretty plump pink lips that is so seductive and effortlessly charming; if John wasn't such a rambunctious little dude up for mischief he could easily be a fucking Bond boy with those lovely eyes holding so much mystery and elegance.

For him it would be a sin not to say how hot his ass is i just want to eat the whole entire thing, its so round and plump and bitable.

Special shout out to: the beauty mark on his lower lip giving a good target.

For Mr Dickinson it would be an actual crime against humanity if I didn't say lips, those lips oh my God, such pink pillowy perfections they are borderline insane they are so sexy. All the boys mentioned above have that born for blowjobs lips but him him he fucking has the supreme slap a dick in his pretty princess mouth lips like I would pay real money to see the Beach Rats cut where we actually witness from the homeless dude's perspective how those lips can work a cock for real.

In the butt department I'm afraid I've even spoiled by the other twinks because his one is nearly fat enough for me but he makes up for it in the most beautiful tits with rosy nipples and a cute beauty mark right beneath that's begging for a lick.

Special shout out to: his insanely long elegant fingers.

Mr Mackay has such an interesting face it is truly very hard to draw it is just so irregular and intriguing and its mystery draws the eyes in and keeps you captive but my favorite facial feature on him has to be the nose it just has such a unique profile, so sharp yet elegant and it compliments the whole face really, what a pretty boy.

Also he has a very unique body as well very fit and trim with the longest most shapely legs that end in a tight pert butt so I'll go ahead and say his pretty ballerina legs.

Special shout out to: his very protruding veins all over his body.

[reuinx]

Jealousy (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Summary: Yelena has wanted to keep your relationship a secret, especially from Natasha. A party is a perfect opportunity for you to taunt her using Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: ​2,468

Translations:  Printsessa (Princess), Krasivaya (Beautiful)

Yelena has kept you a secret for a while now, and she prefers it that way. As she suspected Natasha was becoming suspicious of your relationship, she instructed you both to cool it. Well, if you could even call it that. With her, you never knew where you stood. Many things with Yelena weren't clear to you. There was no way of knowing how she felt about you, what she was thinking, or what she would do next. You knew, however, that you were hopelessly in love with her.

Yelena had asked you to keep your distance from her, but that did not mean you couldn't have some fun, right? If she wasn't willing to commit, then why should you? You found yourself at an outdoor party during the summer heat. It was the usual thing for people to show off their cars. The speakers in the truck of an expensive vehicle blared music. You were beckoned by Natasha, who was sitting on the bonnet of her blue BMW X3 SUV as the cars were parked in a circle. You approached her without much caution. If you become nervous, it would be more evident that something was going on between you and Yelena if you avoided her.

"Mommy and Daddy let you bring the car, huh?" You called out playfully as Natasha shot you a look of disapproval, patting the bonnet beside her. As you climbed up beside her, you stared out at the familiar faces drinking, chatting, and dancing.

"Very funny. I see you didn't bring my sister" Natasha reached for a Budweiser, biting the cap with her teeth as she twisted it open while looking straight ahead. 

"Why would I bring Yelena?" Your voice was laced with nervousness as you asked. You and Yelena have always been friends before all of that happened!

"Why wouldn’t you?" Natasha responded. During your attempts to assemble your thoughts, everything always went back to Yelena. What did she mean by that?

"A peace offering," Natasha offered as she handed you the Budweiser. Yelena wasn't going to like you drinking, she established how you were a lightweight, but there are no rules anymore; you might as well break them all. Fuck it. Without hesitation, you raised the beer bottle to your lips and took a sip of the crisp as she smiled at you, interrupting your chance to speak.

"For what?" What was she talking about?

"Fucking my sister," She said nonchalantly as you choked on your beer as you were in the middle of drinking. She gently slapped your back while leaning across to help you breathe again.

"I..I don't know what you're talking about."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Huh, that's funny."

"What is?"

"The walls are paper thin. I can hear everything, and I mean everything. Especially your name being moaned-"

"I get it, I get it!"

"I'm guessing El didn't want me to know?"

"She doesn't want anyone to know."

"I've known. I see how she looks at you. She always looks at you like you're the only one in the room. It's cute but she is my little sister so I will be teasing her about it in the near future."

"That obvious?"

"Very"

"She's just keeping me as a little secret for now, I guess."

"You'll have to change that now, won't you?" As the familiar engine rumbled in the distance, Natasha teased you. When Yelena's car was brought to your attention, you and Natasha both drank simultaneously.

"Speaking of the devil," Natasha commented against her drink. As Yelena's arm hung out the window, the yellow Mustang made its grand entrance. Her car stood out like a sore thumb, attracting everyone's attention. Especially yours.

"The one and only" As you shook your head, you climbed off the bonnet slowly, feeling eyes on you already, but they weren't just Yelena's. The eyes of a stranger caught your attention - a girl with auburn hair and green eyes.

"Oh hey! The beer trick with the teeth? Don't try that. You'll probably smash your teeth considering you can barely walk and chew gum at the same time." Natasha grins widely as she calls after you.

"Noted!" Your voice filled with laughter as you acknowledged your clumsiness. As you lifted the beer to your lips, you took a sip. As you watched from the corner of your eye, Yelena had climbed out of the Mustang. Her blonde hair was perfectly straightened between her shoulder blades. Her makeup was applied perfectly. She had a red dress that looked like it belonged in a Lana Del Rey music video. It clung firmly to every curve of her body. There was no doubt in her mind that she was sexy. Dressed up for your attention and your attention only. Without hesitation, Yelena made her way to you and yearned for your gaze, but you declined her. 

That didn't sit well with her at all. To get a reaction from her, you would do anything you could to get her to want you. While you walked past her, you tipped your head back and continued to drink. While walking, she looked over her shoulder to see where you were going. To sulk beside Natasha, of course. When you approached the auburn-haired girl, she gave you a look of surprise. As she slowly tilted her head at you, she adjusted her red leather jacket.

"Maximoff.. Wanda Maximoff" She introduced herself to you, her eyes fluttering as she did so. Her smile was soft but loving, and her eyes were friendly but held a wicked streak behind them.

"I'm-"

"I know who you are, beautiful. I've been paying attention, especially to your little blonde girlfriend. The Belova girl, Yelena right?" Wanda commented as her eyes flickered towards Yelena, who was sitting beside Natasha on the bonnet, observing every move you made. You glanced over your shoulder at Yelena, who was mouthing something to Natasha: "What's she looking at?" referring to Wanda.

"That would be her."

"It seems she doesn't like me that much now?" The corner of Wanda's lips curled into a smirk; she didn't seem to mind.

"She'll get over it."

"Me and Natasha go way back. She's already given me the run down on Belova. She's just hung up on you that she realizes I'm not a threat… unless I want to be," Wanda teased you as you raised your eyebrow at her.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. Want me to put on a show for you?"

"Tempted"

"Come on then" Wanda extended her hand for you to take, and you put your hand into hers. It did not feel right when it wasn't Yelena's hand, but it was worth it to see her reaction. To be closer to the music, you followed her into the clearing. As you giggled, she spun you on the spot, holding the bottle to your lips as you finished it. They seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest, with Wanda in on it with Natasha. 

Playfully, you wrapped your arm around Wanda's neck as your eyes fluttered to Yelena. Uncomfortably, she had now shifted on the bonnet. While watching the scene play out before her, she tightened her lips. She began to bite the inside of her mouth impatiently. She hated the idea of anyone touching you. Anyone that wasn't her. Yelena's face showed an expression you had never seen before, she was openly jealous of what was happening in front of her eyes.

"I'll give her three seconds before she comes over….one…two…." As Wanda leaned in slowly, she whispered to you, pulling you closer to her. Her breath was close to your lips, too close. From behind, you felt arms wrap around your stomach, tugging you back from the girl with the Auburn hair. You knew who it was by her gentle touch. Yelena. Your Yelena.

"I've got it from here, Maximoff" In response, Yelena snapped at Wanda, who clapped in surrender, bursting out in laughter.

"I was only teasing, Belova. Play nice now," Wanda playfully spoke as she made her way over to Natasha. They high-fived one another as Wanda climbed up on the bonnet beside her.

"You can look but you can't touch, Maximoff." 

"Who said I was only going to look, Belova?" Playfully sticking her tongue out, Wanda added fuel to the fire. 

"I did." Yelena explained each word laced with her accent before turning her attention to you. Now you're in for it.

"Drinking and chatting up Maximoff now? Haven't I taught you any better?" Yelena's question was directed at you now.

"Seems you haven't."

"Have you forgotten who you belong to, Printsessa?"

"I don't belong to anyone."

"Is that so?"

"According to you, "I don't belong to anyone," You replied bubbly; Your eyes peered up at the green-eyed girl whose lips parted. Observing her tense face, you could tell she was not happy with what you did. Your body was equipped with enough alcohol to make you brave.

"What are you going to do about it, Yelena Belova?" As she scowled at your sudden words, taken aback by your approach, you taunted her. Yelena didn't respond; she remained silent.

"Nothing, you'll do nothing" You rolled your eyes at her, turning on the heels of your shoes as you walked away from her once again.

"I'll show you what I'm going to do about it." Yelena finally spoke, snapping out at you as she quickly caught up to you. Now she was high on adrenaline. When she grabbed your arm, she spun you around so that you faced her. Alcohol could not save you from the intimidation you felt. She leaned in quickly, shoving her lips against yours, grasping your cheek with her hand. 

As your body pressed up against hers in need, you swooned at her sudden movement. Lips moving in perfect sync. You craved her; you craved this. It caught you by surprise when Wanda and Natasha started cheering. Your face turned red as you pulled away from Yelena's lips. She whispered in your ear quietly with her lipstick now smudged.

"Lets go somewhere else. I want you to myself tonight. All mine." Her voice was alluring as you nodded at her. She grabbed your hand, tugging you over to her car. As you looked at Natasha, who gave you a thumbs up, you smiled widely. Once you reached the Mustang, Yelena put you in the passenger side, ensuring you secure your seatbelt. Before closing the door and climbing into the driver's seat, she made sure you were safe.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see" While starting the car, she spoke in a calm and collected manner. The rumbling of the engine begins to soothe you. As you both left the party, you rested your head against the window and gazed out.

"Natasha knows by the way," You muttered.

"I know. I told her before the party but she already had an idea because she could hear us through-"

"The thin walls, she said." Laughing, you finished her sentence as your face turned red with embarrassment. As the world around you began to fade into darkness, you both sat in comfortable silence.

"El?"

"Hm?"

"I forgot to tell you… well.. not that I forgot to tell you but you're beautiful."

"I'm glad you noticed."

"Of course, I noticed. I always notice."

"I was too busy looking at you, Krasivaya." She explained to you as you suddenly turned to face her, your eyes studying her face as she smiled at you. The sight of her filled your heart with joy. As you quickly glanced out the window, you frowned at the sight of where she had taken you. She took the keys out, climbed out, and opened the door as she made her way to you. Suddenly, you felt breathless and scrambled out. You were both alone, just you and her. Her parking spot was elevated so that you could see the night sky from a greater height. You joined her on the bonnet of her car, leaning back as you stared up at the stars in delight.

"Jealous of Wanda then?" You called out to Yelena, who was getting comfortable on the bonnet; she suddenly darted her eyes at you with the sudden mention.

"Me? Jealous? Please."

"So you won't mind if I go back and just happen to dance with her again then?"

"Don't." The tone of her voice was stern and direct, but you took it as a challenge.

"Why not?"

"Jealous doesn't even describe what I felt. You got lucky."

"I got lucky?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"If you continued your little act you were going to be put in the backseat of my car and I was going to show you who you belong to infront of everyone."

"Maybe that's exactly what I wanted"

"Maybe I should have made that a reality then but you would've enjoyed it too much," She explained as she broke out in a chuckle; the way she laughed made you fall in love with her all over again. She slowly climbed off the bonnet as you gulped, your eyes studying her every movement. She made her way to the front of the car, pressing her knees against the registration plate. 

She grabbed your legs, pulling you forward as she stood between them. Her green eyes were wild as they gazed at you; you leaned back ever so slightly so she could tower over you. She liked being in control, and you gave it up so quickly for her. She studied your face; what was she thinking about? You could tell she was lost in thought. Maybe this was your time to ask her? 

"Yelena?"

"Huh?" You caught her by surprise as she rapidly blinked; she carefully rested her hands on your thighs as she waited for you question. How you approached it made her nervous, you could tell. The lines on her face had become apart as she frowned at you. For once, she didn't know what you were going to say.

"Why did you keep "us" a secret?" Her entire face changed the moment you asked. As if relief had suddenly overtaken her. As she had difficulty managing her words, she shut her eyes and tried to manage her frown.

"I don't know..I guess.."

"You guess?"

"I guess I was afraid."

"Yelena Belova afraid? I doubt that."

"I'm being serious." Her voice wasn't as bubbly as usual, but it had a sincere tone to it.

“Afraid of what?"

"To fall in love with you." Her hands were adjusted off your thighs so that she could play with the rings. When she played with her rings, you knew she was nervous. She twirled her rings around her fingers.  Since making things official made them real to her, she was afraid that the end result of all this would be hurting you.

"And now?" While you traced your eyes across the beautiful blonde nearby, you questioned nervously. As you watched her slowly turn toward you, you suddenly gulped. She was nervous; it was nice that it was the other way around.

"It's too late I've already fallen."