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Office Space Rivalry (aespa NSFW Smut)

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Office!Giselle/Aeri Uchinaga x Office!Male Reader

Tags: 3.4k words, rivals to lovers, wholesome?, romance, creampie, build up, office siren

You sat at your desk. It was yet another day of being a regular office worker at SM Entertainment, surrounded by piles of paperwork. In a world filled with idols and popstars, you can't help but feel a little damp about it all. The hum of the AC droned throughout the silence of the office accompanied by distant keyboard clicking.

Your eyes occasionally caught glimpses of Giselle, a member of aespa who had taken up a job amidst her break from stardom. Her long, dark hair flowed over her shoulders as she tapped away at her keyboard, her expression sullen and distant. You couldn't help but feel a pull towards her but stopped yourself. Her presence here has squandered your opportunities to gain a promotion, or at the very least made it ten times harder.

Giselle's hiatus from the limelight was a recent and well–kept secret. The public knew little about her personal life, only that she'd be away for a bit and won't be joining the performances. But here at SM Entertainment, the company was aware of her need for a break. She was dressed in a black blazer overcoat and a long flowy white skirt. A silver necklace with a small 'A' charm dangled between her cleavage.

The office manager passed by your desk with an air of importance. "Y/N, you'll be working with Giselle on a special project. It's for a new idol's profile, which includes a short bio, her discography, and a photoshoot concept."

You nodded in acknowledgement as your boss walked over to Giselle's desk to let her in on the same news. As he walked back to his office, you could see the disgruntled visage of Giselle peaking right above your desk divider.

You let out a drawn out sigh as you reluctantly made your way to Giselle's desk. The two of you never saw eye to eye, and your distaste for her was palpable. Maybe it was your jealousy... Maybe it was just that you wanted her so bad and you couldn't admit it to yourself. Giselle, on the other hand, couldn't stand your uppity attitude, regarding you as just another brown–noser.

"Good morning, Giselle. Looks like we've been assigned to work on a project together." you said, your voice monotonous and devoid of emotion.

Giselle looked up, her eyes narrowing. "Fantastic," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

With that, the two of you began to begrudgingly work on the project together. Your dislike for each other radiated from your pores. As you two scrolled through the new idol's information and material. Giselle would intentionally misplace important folders, and you would occasionally interrupt her while she was voicing out an idea to steal said idea. This back and forth would increase in passive–aggressive animosity gradually for the course of the first few weeks of the project.

On the first checkpoint, the two of you presented a draft of the idol's profile. The manager looked pleased and thanked you for your hard work. "It's a great start, and I believe with a few more tweaks, we'll have a solid profile. Keep up the good work, you two."

You and Giselle both nodded, unable to muster a smile. As you parted ways back to your respective desks, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered between you. It was like, despite not clicking on a personal level, you and Giselle complement each other well on a business level. It had been a tiring, stressful and oddly entertaining few weeks, but you two had made some progress... with the project, of course.

As the weeks dragged on, the project began to slowly take shape. You found yourself unable to deny the professional synergy between the two of you. Giselle, as an idol with experience, gave insight into the music industry, allowing you to form a cohesive and realistic looking profile for the idol. This gave you two the edge and even sped up the progress by a substantial amount.

As you worked on the profile, you found Giselle's opinions invaluable, much to your chagrin. Every time you'd disagree, you couldn't help but reflect on it when you got home and realised how right she was. She knew exactly how to word things to make the new idol's story more relatable and engaging. It pained you to agree or even highlight her ideas and opinions but... her knowledge is what helped you two progress this far.

The discography was a slightly different beast. Giselle's experience in the studio helped guide the project in the right direction. You'd listen to the songs she recommended, incorporating them into the discography, and as a result, the new idol's work was steadily becoming more cohesive. Despite still being in aespa, Giselle opted for you to go through the discography of other groups and idols.

The photoshoot concept was where Giselle shined the most. With her fashion sense and styling, she could see the complete picture of how an idol's story should be told through visuals. Not wanting to let the rivalry go, you'd argue over the smallest details, like the color palette and the type of props. Much to your dismay however, you'd eventually settle on something that worked for both of you.

Tensions between the two of you had seemingly eased. You were unable to pick her apart anymore for you never had a reason to. It felt like you might be on the path of... becoming friends... You found yourself laughing at her sarcastic remarks and even cracking a joke or two. The project brought you closer in a way you didn't expect. You could feel yourself wanting to be closer, wanting to be around her, wanting... her? However, there was still a simmering animosity there, like a fuse waiting to be lit.

On the day of the final presentation, the two of you were decked out in your respective work attire. Giselle was in a short, black dress with long sleeves that hugged her waist and curves, paired with black, knee–high boots. You, on the other hand, were in a navy blue suit with a crisp, white shirt beneath. Once again, you felt your disdain towards her challenged as the way she dressed sent an odd feeling surging through your body. It's like you couldn't look away.

The two waited in a meeting room, sat on opposite sides of the long desk. The manager walked in, his expression impressed. "This is fantastic work, you two. You've done an excellent job in bringing this new idol's profile to life. It's a perfect reflection of who she is. I should put you on more projects together."

The moment the manager left, Giselle smirked. "You know, for a minute there, I almost thought we were a team." Her tone was slightly aggravating, and her words were a clear jab at you.

You clenched your jaw, the familiar dislike and disdain for her bubbling back up. "Y–Yeah, well, it was all an act on my end. You're lucky I needed this project to succeed." The words were spoken without a single glance in her direction. You felt an odd ache in your heart, it was almost as if you actually thought things were straightening out between the two of you.

Giselle's eyes narrowed, and she stood from the desk with a huff. "Whatever. I'm going to head out for lunch. I'm too hungry for this right now, Y/N." With that, she stormed off.

You shook your head, letting out a sigh as you stood from the desk as well. You made your way to the desk to lay your stuff down before heading out of the building to grab lunch, you noticed that it seemed to be raining heavily and brought your coat with you. That's when you spot a familiar curvy figure at the building's entrance, hiding just out of sight. You walked over to her as you stepped out of the sliding glass doors.

"I thought you were heading off to lunch, what happened?" you asked, your tone smug.

Giselle looked up at you, obviously not pleased to see you, "...are you blind or something? It's raining, and I haven't got an umbrella. I'm just gonna sit here and wait it out."

You playfully pouted as you too looked out at the pouring rain. You sighed and hung your head. "Get up." You gestured for her to stand up before taking your own coat off and handing it to her.

She hesitated before grabbing it reluctantly and scurrying off into the rain.

"HEY– THAT'S MY COAT–" you chased her as she ran.

You couldn't help but stand for a moment and laugh to yourself as this hiatus–ridden idol ran through the rain using your suit coat as cover. You shook your head before braving the downpour yourself, trying to catch up with, but she seemed to be quite fast. Her black dress hugged her curvy frame, and for a moment, you couldn't help but admire how well it fit her. Wet strands of her hair clung to her face as she turned back to face you teasingly, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of protectiveness.

You ran through the rain as she did the same. Eventually, you caught up to her, finding shelter under a building. "Jeez, for someone in high heels– you run fast..." Giselle glanced at you, a hint of a smirk forming. "Yeah? Well, I'm hungry, sorry if you can't keep up~" she tossed the wet coat into your arms, granting a look of slight discomfort from you.

You began to ring your coat out as she approached you once more, "When you're done, just come and find me. I guess I could let you eat with me." As quickly as she approached, she left, back towards the table.

About half an hour passed, you sat adjacent to her, enjoying a delicious meal. "Thanks for the jacket... by the way." You raised your head from your meal, nodding with your mouth full. "Don't worry about it. Figured it was the least I could do since you kinda helped us get the project done as quick as we did."

"Sorry for throwing your jacket back at you..." she apologised with a hint of brattiness. It was as if she wasn't really sorry. "It's fine. You don't like me and I was kinda expecting you'd do that."

She sighed before turning to face you, "And what do you want in return?" She batted her eyes, her confidence and sex appeal on full display.

You cleared your throat, feeling the heat in your cheeks. "Uh... Just pay for lunch, and we're cool," you stuttered out, trying to play it cool.

"Fine," Giselle replied, her face returning back to looking void.

As you two continued eating, Giselle started to open up. She wasn't letting you in on her lore, but more of just, coming out of her shell and speaking to you. You found yourself laughing at her jokes, enjoying her quips and sarcasm. The more time you spent with her, the more you realized you were starting to fall for her. You couldn't deny the way her gaze made your stomach flutter, or how her touch sent shivers down your spine.

Giselle, however, tried to maintain her distance. Every time she caught you staring, she'd make a snide comment or change the subject. You could see the unapproving glare in her eyes, but it only fueled your desire to win her over. It wasn't that she hated you, she was just, not into like that... not yet, at least.

However, as time went on, more lunches and work sessions went by, and Giselle began to open up around you. The sarcastic remarks became more playful, and the subtle glares disappeared.

One evening, a few minutes till the end of the work day, your manager approached your desk to let you know that you and Giselle will be joining the new idol on a tour. You looked up, your expression surprised. "What do you mean? You want us to buy tickets for all her shows?"

"What? No– You two will be joining her as she goes around for her tours. I'll book you one extra room for you two to share because that's how much we've got left of the budget. No funny business, or do, I don't really care."

His voice growled at the end as he turned and walked to Giselle's desk to tell her the exact same thing. As he left, you could see Giselle's eyes poking right above the desk dividers, a knowing eyebrow raise etched on her face. A few days go by and you two have found yourself in a hotel room together after the new idol's first performance. Giselle, now much more comfortable with you than before, leaned in close to you, her chest almost touching your arm. "Y/N, I think you've done a great job with this project," she whispered in your ear. You could feel her warm breath, and your heart raced.

"Wha– Huh?" you stuttered, your cheeks burning red.

She smirked before returning to unpack her things. "You wanna go out for a drink?" She asked, her ass swaying in the air as she reached down for her suitcase. You couldn't help but be drawn to her, like she was some sort of siren. You slowly approached her before deciding to grab her waist and gently buck yours against hers.

"What are you doing?" Giselle asked, standing back up. "You need something?"

You snapped out of your trance–like state, "Huh? What? Oh, uhh nothing. Sorry, just uhh– Yeah, it's nothing." You waddled back to your side of the room, blinking sporadically. "Yeah, I'd be down for some drinks." Giselle raised an eyebrow at you, not entirely sure of what just happened, but decided to brush it off.

You both arrived at the bar later that night and ordered a cocktail each. Giselle sipped her cocktail, her hair tousled, and her makeup a tad smudged from the hectic day of watching over this new idol. But your gaze settled on Giselle, entranced. As the night went on, the air grew thick with flirtation.

Eventually, Giselle reached out and took your hand, her fingers entwined with yours. "Y/N, I don't know what it is about you, but you've grown on me," she admitted, her eyes searching for yours, unsure.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest. "And I've grown on you, too, Giselle," you responded, feeling the weight of the world lift off your shoulders. It was an odd feeling. You could tell she was still quite reserved but she said it. You'd grown onto her. Maybe... just maybe, you should seize this opportunity, with a kiss...

You leaped into her arms, pulling her close for a passionate, deep kiss. The grumpy and unapproving façade slipped away, replaced by passion and desire. Her tongue began to intertwine with yours, as both your hands gripped onto her ass. Was this the cocktails? Certainly not, right? It can't be that you two got this drunk over one cocktail.

But alas, it wasn't the alcohol. It was the gradual build up of desire fostered through business rivalry and the need to be better than the other. You couldn't take it anymore, you lifted her into a bridal carry and rushed her back to the hotel room. Your frantic movements looked as though you were about to piss your pants. You probably were, but not due to poor bladder management, maybe just excitement.

Once in, you slammed the door shut, still holding Giselle in your arms. You could feel her heart racing against your chest, echoing yours. With a smirk, you laid her on the bed, the sheets crinkling beneath her. Giselle's plaid skirt clung to her hips and thighs, and her black lace panties revealed themselves.

She nodded, a hungry look in her eyes. "Then have me~ Take them off, Y/N."

You slowly pulled her panties down, until they reached her ankles. Giselle lifted her legs, slipping them off, revealing her moist, wet folds. Your cock twitched, eager to be enveloped by her. You licked your fingers before gliding two of them over her folds.

You unbuttoned your shirt, letting Giselle gaze at and caress your chest with her fingers. "Damn, you were hiding that from me?" Your pants pooled somewhere on the room floor as you lined yourself up with her entrance. Giselle laid there, her eyes teasing but also begging. She adjusted her glasses and rolled her top up, just enough for her gorgeous twin girls to be seen, still confined by her lacey black bra, but not enough for her top to be off.

"Not yet, Y/N~ You wanna see them? Feel them? You've gotta earn it~" She teased, tracing your jawline with her finger. She reached up and grabbed you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for another, intense kiss. The kiss was deep, hungry, and passionate, your tongues mingling as you plunged yourself into her.

Breaking the kiss, you feel your cock bottom her out, the tip of your cock already dripping with pre–cum inside her. "FUCK– YOU'RE SO TIGHT–" Giselle's eyes widen as she feels you inside her for the first time.

"NNGH~ Fuck yes, Y/N!" she responded, her voice shaky with desire.

You smirked as you began to pound her roughly, your lips unable to pull themselves away from hers. She bit her lip, moaning softly.

"Aahh, Y/N, I'm...", she let out a breathy moan, "...so full. You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

You smirked, thrusting in and out of her slow and steady at first. Giselle's legs wrapped around your waist, her nails digging in.

"Mmmm, Y/N... you feel... so fucking good..." Giselle moaned, arching her back, hips moving to match your thrusts.

Giselle's desire is burned brightly within her, and you loved feeling the power of being inside her. You're in control, the rhythm of your thrusts increasing in speed, causing Giselle's moans to grow louder.

"Gnnnngh... Y/N... oh, fuck... don't stop... Mmmf~" Giselle encouraged, her moans garnering more intensity.

You couldn't, you wouldn't stop. Your thrusts quicken, your hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. You lean down to kiss her, your mouths crashing together, your tongues tangling, each thrust aligning with a sharp inhale from Giselle.

The heat between the two of you was intoxicating, and Giselle's moans grew louder, her grip on your back tightening. You can feel the walls of her pussy gripping you tighter and tighter, milking you for all you're worth.

"You like this, don't you? You like feeling my cock bottom you out."

Giselle nodded, her eyes rolling out as her tongue stuck out. You leaned down and used your teeth to lift her bra off her tits before helping yourself to them. You flicked each nipple with your tongue, letting your head swim onto them like a baby being breastfed.

"Y/N, I'm... I'm gonna cum... oh, God, Y/N," she panted, her walls clenching around you as she reached her climax. "Please– Kiss me–"

She pressed her lips onto yours as she let herself indulge in your taste. She felt your cock twitch and throb within her. "Cum inside me. Breed me."

Hearing the way she begged and commanded nearly pushed you over the edge. "I'm... I'm close, Giselle..." you panted, your thrusts became more frantic, the build–up to climax an intense, heady feeling.

Giselle's eyes fluttered open, her face flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Cum with me, Y/N, I want to feel you cum inside me. Fill. Me. Up."

You gripped the sheets tightly, your thrusts growing more erratic, your cock pulsating inside her.

"Oh God, Giselle– I'm gonna cum~!" you shouted, your cock twitching, the tip of your cock pulsating inside her, spurts of hot, thick cum flooding her insides, your body trembling. Giselle screamed as she orgasmed, her pussy clamping down onto your shaft. She shuddered and gasped.

You collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, a mixture of sweat and lust coating your bodies. "Fuck– Giselle– I– I–" you struggled, pressing a kiss to her lips, spent.

She's panting, her chest rising and falling. "That was... unexpected... We should uhm... do more of that... maybe not tonight, but we definitely should..." Giselle says, her hand tracing your back, her fingertips gentle, her eyes filled with a newfound appreciation for you.

You smile, gazing at her, "I agree, I came so hard... But I'm glad I could... surprise you, Giselle."

Her smile is small, tender, her eyes soft and forgiving. "Yeah..."

[Let me know if you want a part two or if you want me to make this a long running story. And let me know who else you'd want to see a fic about.]

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littlelamy · 30 days ago

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You’d never felt more confident than you did today. The moment you stepped into the studio for your photoshoot, the air thick with the scent of fresh paint and perfume, you knew you were in your element. Your outfit was daring—more sheer than anything else, the fabric teasingly clinging to your curves. The soft light caught the contours of your body, accentuating every angle. You could feel Rafe’s eyes on you, his admiration palpable as he leaned against the wall, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“You look fucking incredible,” he said, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. He stepped closer, his gaze drinking you in. “Like a work of art.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a playful smirk, turning to catch his gaze. “You think the photographer will like it?”

“He’ll have no choice. You’re the star of the show,” Rafe replied, stepping even closer. His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin, igniting a warmth that spread through you.

The photoshoot was a blur of flashing lights and sultry poses, your confidence soaring with each click of the camera. You loved the way the photographer guided you, encouraging you to unleash your inner vixen, yet Rafe's steady gaze anchored you amidst the chaos. Each time you caught his eye, he’d wink or mouth something suggestive, making it hard to concentrate. You could see the way he appreciated you, like you were the only person in the room, the only person that mattered.

“Let’s try something different,” the photographer called, snapping you out of your reverie. “Get on your knees, look up at the camera. Make love to the camera.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion, but you complied, sinking to your knees and glancing up at the camera with a sultry smile. Rafe leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a dark smirk playing on his lips. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled your performance. You wanted to make him proud, to show him how much you could own this moment.

After what felt like an eternity of posing, the shoot finally wrapped up. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you walked back toward Rafe, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. “How did I do?” you asked, leaning into him, your body still buzzing from the energy of the room.

“You were perfect, babe,” he said, pulling you closer, his hands resting possessively on your waist. “But it’s time for me to show you why youre my star.”

“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” you teased, a spark igniting in your belly.

“Just wait and see,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent heat rushing to your cheeks. He led you to his car, the anticipation thick in the air.

The drive home was a mixture of laughter and heated glances, the tension between you two crackling like electricity. Rafe’s hand found its way to your thigh, fingers teasingly sliding up your leg, inching closer to where you ached for him. “You know,” he began, his eyes fixed on the road but his tone suggestive, “I can’t stop thinking about how good you looked in that outfit. Like you were made for me.”

“Made for you, huh?” you challenged, biting your lip, feeling bold and flirtatious.

“Absolutely,” he said, a wicked grin creeping onto his face. “And I’ll show you just how much you’re mine.”

Without warning, Rafe pulled over to the side of the road, the tires crunching against the gravel as he parked. Before you could react, he turned toward you, his expression dark, eyes smoldering with intensity. He reached over, brushing a thumb along your cheek with a mixture of tenderness and something far more primal.

“Spread your pretty legs for me,” he commanded, his voice a low, sultry growl that made your heart skip. The authority in his tone sent a rush through you, the world outside the car fading as the moment consumed you.

A playful smirk tugged at your lips as you met his gaze. “Bossy, are we?”

His eyes flashed, a hint of a smile at the corners. “You like it when I take control,” he replied, his hand moving down to your thigh, fingers caressing you softly at first, then more possessively. "And don’t pretend you didn’t see this coming. The way you looked back there, posing like that…you knew what you were doing to me.”

You shifted in the seat, letting him guide you. The moment you complied, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers traced a line up your thigh. He murmured, voice dropping to a whisper, “That’s my girl. You’re perfect, you know that?” His hands slid up, pushing your skirt higher with every inch, until his fingers found lace. He paused, looking into your eyes, savoring the moment.

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” he said, his voice teasing yet undeniably reverent. "You planned this.”

“Maybe,” you replied, breathless, matching his grin. “What can I say? I knew you’d appreciate the view.”

A deep, throaty chuckle escaped him as he slid his fingers over you, his breath hitching. “Look at you…pussy so wet. All this just for me.”

“Always for you,” you whispered, shivering as his touch grew bolder, each movement purposeful, making you lose yourself in the feeling. Your fingers gripped the seat as his touch sent waves through you, filling the air with quiet, unspoken promises.

He leaned in, his lips trailing slowly up your thigh. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. “And you’re mine, you hear me?” His voice dropped even lower, his tone possessive yet tender. “I’m not sharing a single inch of you.”

Your back arched instinctively, every sense heightened as his lips traveled with purpose. “You don’t have to,” you managed to reply, voice catching with each press of his lips. “I’m all yours, Rafe.”

“Good,” he said, barely audible as his lips pressed against your skin. His voice was a vibration that echoed through you, and you could feel his gaze rise, admiring the way you reacted to him. “Because you deserve to feel how much I want you. I’m going to make sure you remember it.”

A soft gasp escaped your lips as he lingered close, every touch deliberate, every word sending a fresh surge of warmth through you.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he murmured, voice rough and reverent as he pressed another kiss, firmer this time, letting his lips hover over your clit. "Every second you were in that studio, I couldn’t look away. And I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.”

A warmth flooded your cheeks at his words, but you couldn’t help a soft laugh. “So what you’re saying is, you’re a little possessive?”

He gave a low chuckle, pressing another kiss, this one a bit harder, the edge of his teeth grazing your bud as he whispered, “Maybe more than a little. I don’t share.”

You sighed as his mouth found its way back to your thigh, biting gently making your pulse race faster, and your hand reached out instinctively, tangling in his hair as he moved closer.

He glanced up, his eyes dark and intense, catching your gaze. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice a husky whisper that sent a thrill through you. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

You drew in a shaky breath, your own voice soft, but firm. “Good. I don’t want to forget."

Rafe leaned in, his mouth grazing against your thigh before he plunged his tongue into your wet folds. Your back arched off the seat, a breathless moan escaping your lips. “That’s it,” he spits, the wetness from his mouth dribbling over your sensitive bud, the vibrations of his deep voice sending delicious shivers through you. “Let everyone know who you belong to.”

You bit your lip, fighting to keep your voice down as he licked and sucked your clit, driving you closer to the edge. “Rafe, I—”

“Don’t hold back, star. I want to hear you,” he encouraged, his tongue working magic as he devoured you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he feasted. " 'such a pretty pussy....my pretty pussy"

The world outside faded away, leaving only the sensations building inside you. Every flick of his tongue ignited sparks that danced up your spine. “I’m so close, Rafey” you gasped, your body trembling under his ministrations.

“Then let go, babe. I want to taste you,” he urged, his voice thick with desire. You could feel the pressure mounting, and with one final lick, you shattered, your body erupting in waves of pleasure. You cried out, unable to contain yourself, the sound echoing in the quiet night.

As you came down from the high, Rafe pulled back, his chin glistening with your essence. “There’s my Star,” he said, a smug smile on his lips. “Told you I’d take care of you.”

“You definitely did,” you replied breathlessly, a smile spreading across your face. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, tasting yourself on him. “But just so you know, I’m ready for an encore.”

“Oh, we’ll definitely have more than one show,” he grinned, pulling you close as he started the engine again. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the primal energy crackling in the air between you.

“Do you think anyone saw?” you asked, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement rushing through you.

“Who cares? You’re my star, and I’ll show you off however I want,” he said, glancing at you with a devilish grin. “Besides, you’re too fucking hot for me to keep you to myself.”

As he drove, his hand found its way back to your thigh, fingers dancing closer to your center again. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he confessed, his voice low and rough, eyes smoldering with need.

“Then why don’t you show me?” you challenged, feeling bold.

“Just wait until we get home, babe,” he promised, his grip tightening on your thigh. “I have plans for you that’ll leave you begging for more.”

“Plans, huh?” you teased, biting your lip as you imagined what he had in store.

“Yeah, you’ll see,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m going to make you feel so good that you won’t forget this night.”

“Good luck with that,” you laughed, knowing full well how much he loved a challenge.

As he pulled into your driveway, you could hardly contain your excitement. Rafe parked and turned to face you, his expression serious now. “Just remember, babe,” he said, his tone suddenly earnest. “You’re mine, and I’m going to show you exactly what that means.”

“Show me, Rafe,” you breathed, feeling the heat rise in your core once more. “I’m ready.”

He grinned, and before you could react, he had you pulled against him, his lips crashing onto yours. You melted into the kiss, a delicious mix of heat and urgency flooding your senses. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured against your lips, and you nodded eagerly, heart racing with anticipation.

The moment you stepped through the door, Rafe’s hands were on you again, his grip firm as he backed you against the wall. “This is just the beginning,” he growled, capturing your lips again with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

You could feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, every inch of him radiating heat as he deepened the kiss. Your bodies moved together, the world outside fading away as you got lost in each other. “You’re my star, and tonight, I’m going to make sure you shine brighter than ever.”

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scarletcomalies · 6 months ago

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soul bounds entwined

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

Part I, Part III

Word count: 5,248

Warnings: 18+ content, brief masturbation, confrontation, groping, emotional manipulation, brief degrading, edging, angst. Also, Reader kinda uses Billy.

A/N: Oh, my! This was supposed to be second and last part but I'm sorry, I'm leaving the best part in suspense. Thank you 3000 for the support you've given to this little series so far ❤️ See you in part III!

The more you get involved into Wanda Maximoff's life, the more you find yourself increasingly drawn to the woman. Through a series of interactions during family activities, intense romantic and sexual tension develops, culminating in a dramatic confrontation where hidden feelings are exposed.

You met Kate Bishop at High School, a few yesterdays ago. She opened the door for you to photograph galas, events, or photoshoots that her mother, Eleanor Bishop, occasionally participated in. Eleanor only agreed to please her stubborn daughter, who would have hired you regardless.

Despite your young age at the time, you were able to demonstrate to Eleanor -and several others- your almost innate ability to capture the precise peak of every instant. It was as if you had a sixth sense that told you exactly when to pick up your camera and press the button.

You were never more grateful for that gift than when you spotted the figure of Wanda Maximoff hitting the neon green sphere with her racket, so steadily, yet with such elegance that it could easily pass for a dance sequence. That was her, a being who radiated beauty even without trying.

You were barely at the middle landing of the stairs that would lead you to that woman you so longed for, her green eyes had not yet settled on you, for her attention was directed to her opponent. Oh, but she had your full and undivided attention, every action on her part being meticulously scrutinized.

When the redhead was defeated by her son, she let out a sigh of defeat, and moved to pick up the tennis ball that hit the wire and rolled a few meters away from her. It was at the moment when she threw it up, ready to take the first hit, that you pressed the capture button of your old Polaroid camera, which would be your accomplice in freezing that moment inside the piece of zink paper.

You shook the cartridge impatiently, the minutes feeling like hours for the image to be developed. And hell, was it worth the wait, for your eyes were delighted in return.

In your hands was a photograph that only you would have at your mercy, and you couldn't help but consider it a form of unparalleled intimacy that condemned you to an addiction.

Wanda Maximoff with the ball hovering in the air, looking up at said object with her full lips half-open, her racket at shoulder height. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, some of it beginning to stick to her forehead from the sweat that was beginning to be present. She wore a white pleated skirt like yours, and a light blue polo shirt with three buttons open, revealing just a little bit of her collarbone.

You stared at the photograph for who knows how long, the hours feeling like minutes this time.

"(Y/N)! You made it!" The distant voice of your now muse snapped you out of your trance, and you quickly shoved the photograph in your bag. With quick steps, you descended the remaining stairs and walked to where the awaiting family stood.

"I made it," you replied with a smile.

"And you look..." Wanda began the sentence, looking you up and down, repeating the action twice. However, she concluded it with a sigh.

"You look beautiful," Billy completed it. Despite the fact that he vocalized a complete word, a prolonged intake of breath followed by an exhale, held more meaning for you because it came from the woman before you.

"Completely," Wanda confirmed, grinning at you from ear to ear. "That skirt really suits you. You should show off those legs more often."

"Oh, thank you..." your breath hitched, and you felt as if all the blood in your body lost the ability to distribute itself, landing in your cheeks alone, the impact of her words taking on a peculiar dark pink hue.

"Billy, you pull," Wanda said, and that's when you realized he hadn't taken his eyes off you. His perennial stare was undetectable for you as long as his mother was present. "And (Y/N), go sit next to Tommy, feel free to order food or drinks. I'll teach you how to play as soon as we finish this round."

You found yourself nodding quickly, like a submissive and obedient puppy who didn't let out a word and complied to whatever she said.

Tommy greeted you with a tight-lipped smile. Between the two brothers, you found it easier to relax around Tommy. While you preferred Billy, you always had to be on guard against his suggestive remarks, which hindered your ability to fully enjoy his company. On the other hand, Tommy's voice held no hidden intentions, only friendliness at its best despite his reserved countenance.

"Did you play yet?" You asked him, noticing that his hair was still perfectly combed, with no sign of movement or activity.

"No, when my mom teaches you, I'll be your opponent," he replied.

"Then it'll be an easy win," you chuckled, making him laugh back.

"Don't worry, I won't be hard on you..."

"I meant easy win for me," you corrected, eliciting a surprised gasp from him, making you laugh even harder.

"Ah! Is this how things are gonna be between us? Okay, okay," he joked, feigning offense.

"Okay, Billy, rest," you heard Wanda say, once he lost to her.

With quiet gasps, he walked over to the table where you were seated next to Tommy. He reached for the cold water bottle that was resting across from you. He appeared to be upset, and you assumed it was because he lost, not because he witnessed your interaction with his brother.

"Mom, I want to be the one on the other side when you teach (Y/N)," he spoke, after placing the water bottle on the table.

"What?" Tommy exclaimed. "No way, dude. You played the hell out of it, it's my turn."

Before Billy could counter, Wanda interfered, "You wanted to play first, now it's your brother's turn."

Billy snorted, and sat on the chair, pulling his phone out of his bag.

Wanda signaled for you to follow her, and again, you walked behind her obediently, stopping where she indicated. Tommy positioned himself on the opposite side, stretching out his arms.

"All right, ready?" Wanda asked, handing you her racket. When you took it, you were surprised to see that it was heavier than she made it seem. The way she was handling it earlier made you think it would be featherlight.

"Yeah, ready," you could only hope that you would at least look your best while failing at trying to play the sport.

You let out a small gasp as she suddenly positioned herself behind you, her front pressed against your back. A stream of torturous cold sweat invaded every corner of your body as you forced yourself to keep your sanity.

"We're here to have fun, not the international tennis league," she said, guiding your arm with the racket at the appropiate height. "That said, don't worry if you don't get it perfect on the first try, okay?"

"Sure," you nodded, taking a deep breath. Maybe she noticed your nervousness, and thought it was due to the circumstances, when really, that became irrelevant to you when her body was pressed behind you.

"Take it firmly, with two arms or with one, whichever you feel better," she continued, and you opted for the second option, this being the one that would give you the most freedom if you needed momentum and fluidity.

Noting your choice, she added, "Good. I advice you to use your whole forearm. You're a beginner, this thing is heavy, and we don't want your wrist to dislocate."

"Oh, I was thinking of doing that anyway," you laughed. Using your wrist alone with such a heavy artefact would affect you considerably. She was right.

Wanda laughed softly, her breath colliding against your ear as she did so.

"Now, legs, they need to be apart and parallel," she continued, grabbing the inside of your right leg, a little above your knee, and positioned it in front of hers, so that you mimicked the distance she had. "Like this, good girl."

You swallowed dryly.

You weren't sure if she was simply too trusting or if, in your wildest dreams, she really wanted to bewilder you and have you under her spell.

"Finally, don't be too rigid. Let your body follow its course every time you stroke," she withdrew from behind you, and you felt the emptiness of her closeness linger on you. "Let the movements flow. But keep your posture as straight as you can."

"Noted, I got it."

At first, every time Tommy threw the ball at you, it seemed to take on a life of its own when you hit back. It bounced off the net, or to the side, out of your reach. Frustrated, you looked to Wanda, for help.

"Don't be discouraged, (Y/N). You just need to adjust your position and the angle of your racket a little,” Wanda said, approaching you.

She stood behind you once again, and gently guided your arm, showing you how to hit the ball. “Try to keep your eyes on it and bend your knees a bit for stability.”

Tommy threw again, and this time the ball came closer to you. With Wanda's help, you managed to hit it well, sending it straight towards where Tommy was standing.

“Well done!” Tommy exclaimed, surprised.

Wanda smiled, “Now you try it on your own, (Y/N)."

You took a deep breath and prepared for Tommy's next pitch. This time, you concentrated on following the trajectory of the ball and positioned your racket at the right angle.

You did it! The ball landed right where Tommy was expecting it.

“Excellent, you're catching it fast!” Said Tommy, excited. “I think you'll soon be an ace.”

Little by little, Wanda let you manage the game on your own, intervening only occasionally with advice. Your strokes became more and more precise and powerful, and Tommy had to work harder to keep up.

Wanda no longer considered it necessary to offer you her help, so she sat at the table next to Billy, with dark sunglasses covering her gaze, and although you had decided not to turn around to avoid distractions, her penetrating gaze was able to pierce through every fiber of your being.

You could feel her intense and overwhelming presence, as if a magnetic force pulled you towards her. Your heart was beating with desperation, wishing to turn your head and gaze at her beauty, but you knew you had to maintain focus and not be too obvious.

In the ninth round, Tommy failed to reach the ball and hit the shot needed to keep the streak going, so you decided to suggest to take a break instead of continuing to play. He agreed, and the two of you headed over to the table where Wanda and Billy were.

“I ordered some cold water and snacks,’ Wanda announced, pointing to the tray that contained them.

“Oh, thank you very much,” you replied with a smile. After all the physical activity, the thought of having some cold water was like heaven.

When you sat down, Billy looked away from his phone and smiled at you before placing it face down on the table.

He was about to say something when his brother joined you at the table. "You're a natural, (Y/N)! I must admit, I let you win at first to cheer you on, but then I had a hard time catching up,” he praised you as he picked up a bottle of water and drank almost half of it. In a way, you were grateful for that interruption, as it saved you from having to deal with Billy's corny flirtations.

“Yeah, you were awesome,” Billy added, bummed that maybe Tommy took the words right out of his mouth.

“Thanks, guys,” you replied with a smile. “I had the best teacher, giving me the push I needed,” you turned to Wanda, pining for the older woman's attention again.

And you did, when she leaned a little closer to you and said softly, “Oh, honey, and I had the best student,” she winked at you from under her shades, which you could see through the sunlight.

Billy sat next to you, trying to look gallant. “Well, you know, I could give you a ‘push’ too if you wanted one. What do you say, gorgeous?” He said with a crooked grin.

You couldn't help but laugh at Billy's awkward flirtation.

Wanda shot Billy a stern look. "All right, lover boy, you've got your energy back.

Time for you and me to play a little,” she interferred, taking his hand and pulling him away from you.

Tommy, who watched the interaction, rolled his eyes playfully and sat next to you.

"Forgive my brother," he apologized. "You're the first girl he's ever liked, and he has zero experience in how to behave with one."

You brushed it off with a little wave of your hand.

If he wasn't so charismatic, you probably would have cut ties with him... or maybe that's what you forced yourself to believe, because by being around him, you had opportunities like this, to share with his mother beyond work issues.

"What about you, any person who caught your eye?" you questioned.

"There is a guy, David, yes..." he confirmed, causing you to reposition your chair to turn towards him, showing interest. He laughed softly at your action. "I won't elaborate."

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy," you clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, shaking your head. "I'm a gossip enthusiast, and you can't tell me about a guy without blurting out more details," you replied, but realized that perhaps, it was best to respect his decision. "But it's okay. I understand if you decide not to share. I won't force you."

He sighed, "It's just... everything that shapes me as a person; my hobbies, my passions, my career, my internship, I share with my brother," he shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, I adore him madly. But at least, this is very much my own thing," he sighed a second time, louder this time, watching his brother, who was occasionally observing the interaction, but redirecting his focus to the game.

“I totally understand," you nodded. It was often the case that with a pair of twins, it was more usual to share common grounds and live together almost as if they were one person in two bodies. Sooner or later, there came that desire for individualism, which Tommy found in keeping aspects of his life to himself. "I'm so glad that you are in that process of detaching from your brother and forming your own path, as your own person."

"Sure as hell I am," he giggled. "I have my own friends, I had a girlfriend named Lisa for a while," he continued. "About both, Billy constantly commented on, whining about why I managed to fit in at college and he didn't, what I had that he didn't. And it was always my duty to comfort him," his expression took on a lingering hint of annoyance.

“Must've been so hard to always be the one comforting him, especially when you were just trying to enjoy your own life and relationships,” you nodded with sympathy.

Now you understood why Billy seemed to want to hog your attention, and was so annoyed when Tommy, with his extroverted nature struck up a conversation with you. Billy felt like he was constantly in Tommy's shadow, always comparing himself and feeling inadequate. He craved validation and reassurance, seeking comfort in your friendship whenever he felt overshadowed. You were the only person he was starting to form bonds with besides his brother and mother.

"It may sound selfish, not to have included my brother to my group of friends when many do that."

"No," you replied firmly. "As you said earlier, it's your own thing."

"Thank you... that's what my mother tells me," he confessed, and you were glad to know that the redhead was comprehensive in that regard. "She's a twin too, so she understands the dynamics of having a close sibling relationship while still needing your own space and identity. She ended up being way different than her brother, but both were happy for each other.”

You knew about her brother, Pietro Maximoff, that he died when the Avengers fought Ultron in Sokovia. You saw it in one video of ‘50 things you didn't know about Wanda Maximoff’, at 3AM when you couldn't mitigate the intrigue she left.

And from all that you learned, not only was she talented and charismatic, she also carried a profound strength in her heart, from which she emerged stronger. She was now enjoying the empire she built with the stones life threw at her… quite literally, the mind stone.

"If Billy isn't happy for you, his emotions are not his responsibility," you stated. "In fact, nothing regarding him is your responsibility. You enjoy what you were able to attract into your life."

"Thank you, I'm glad someone is reassuring me that I'm on the right track," he replied, pulling a bag of chips that was resting on the tray. He gestured you to grab one as well, so you did. "A few months after my first breakup, I developed this crush on a girl named Kate, and he never knew. It was refreshing, keeping it to myself, without Billy turning it back on him and how much he hated not even having a girl he liked."

"And what happened between you and this girl, Kate?"

"Oh, well, it was pathetically movie-like," he chuckled. "After crushing from afar, I saw her outside campus. I was very determined, walking towards her to say hi, when a blonde girl came on a bike, got off and went to kiss her. So I stepped back.”

"Wait... isn't that Kate Bishop by any chance?" You asked, the first name, college and blonde girlfriend being enough characteristics that fit your best friend.

"Yes! Kate Bishop!" He confirmed, surprised. "No way... do you know her?"

You let out a laugh at the coincidence, shaking your head softly in disbelief.

"She's my best friend since high school," you nodded.

"Oh, shut up!" He exclaimed loudly. "There is no way!"

Wanda Maximoff's son, studying at the same university as your best friend, Kate, who he used to have a crush on.

Kate, whose girlfriend, Yelena Belova, was the younger sister of Natasha Romanoff, one of the Avengers, of which Wanda Maximoff was a member until the Sokovia Accords marked a new beginning in her career.

All this time, you were closer to Wanda than you thought.

Billy noticed the friendly and amusing exchange between you and Tommy, so he proceeded to purposely miss on the present round, with the excuse to approach the table again where the two of you were.

"What's so funny?" He asked, so innocently, you thought, because you were so oblivious to the look on his face at every single thing you were doing.

Wanda followed him.

Evidently, she wasn't born yesterday, and she knew she had to be on the lookout to intervene in any recklessness, a product of that jealousy you were already aware of, that he was experiencing towards his twin brother. It was funny, nevertheless, that he thought he had to compete against his brother for your attention, when truly, it was her mother the one and only threat.

"Oh, (Y/N) has a best friend, Kate Bishop, who studies at our university. I've seen her a couple of times," Tommy explained. "We were just laughing about how small New York is."

Billy nodded slowly, arching his eyebrows.

"That's so funny!" Wanda spoke, a smile plastered on her face, instantly melting you. Whenever she did so, her nose scrunched a little in the process, and some dimples on her cheeks made themselves present.

Oh, how you longed for her to be so close to you, sharing gestures and glances that seemed to connect you both in a unique way. Yes, they may have been mere human interactions, but you treasured each of those little things, those details that, to the eyes of others, might go unnoticed.

"Actually, her girlfriend, I'm sure you know her," you replied to the older woman. "She's Natasha's younger sister, Yelena."

"Noooooo!" It was her turn to be surprised and laugh, just like you and Tommy were a few minutes ago.

"I know! Unbelievable!" You responded, her laughter contaging you like a deadly virus.

"Yelena, I've met her a couple of times,” she recalled. “When we have one of those friendly get-togethers at the compound, I've had the chance to see her twice or thrice," Wanda commented to you, and seemed to think for a moment. "Hey, next time, you and Kate should join us. Since you and I aren't strangers anymore, and Kate seems to be familiar with the rest of the team."

You laughed instantly, remembering the anecdote of Kate meeting her idol, Clint Barton, for the first time.

"I'm serious, darling," Wanda stated, probably believing that your little giggle was due to disbelief and not the memory that popped into your mind.

"Oh, no, it's just… I remembered how pale Kate looked when Yelena took her to meet Natasha, unbeknownst to her that Clint would be there too," you clarified.

Yelena had invited Kate to a restaurant a little way out of town, in order to introduce her to her sister, Natasha. Things between them had already become serious like that.

Your best friend was a nervous wreck before Yelena picked her up, repeatedly stating that she was not mentally prepared to meet Natasha Romanoff, whom she also admired. She was in for a big surprise, when not only was Black Widow waiting for them, but Hawkeye as well.

You expected to receive a text, or at most a phone call with all the details. However, hours later, the couple arrived at your flat. Yelena walking hand in hand with a completely mesmerized and shocked Kate, with a lost gaze and unable to spill a single word.

"Wow, I can only imagine..." Wanda mused, empathizing with your best friend's feelings at such an experience. As she sat down across from you with a clear determination to continue the conversation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph. It was then that you regained awareness of your surroundings and realized that the twins had left you alone who knows how long ago, opting to play a round together instead. “But seriously, I would love it if you came.”

Wanda Maximoff: (Pauses).

Tommy Maximoff: That’s… (sighs) that’s when the incident happened.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N): Did Tommy say that? (laughs) No, the incident was always that Billy started to get the wrong ideas. Of course, I didn't have the heart to reject him, but I gave very clear signals. At the compound, that’s where it ended.

Tommy Maximoff: There is no worse blind than the one who does not want to see.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N): I always carry my Polaroid camera with me, no matter where I go. I am fascinated by being able to capture the important moments of my life with that particular photographic style and store them in a special album of memories. Maybe it sounds old-fashioned, but over the years, you realize the almost magical power that photographs have to transport you back to those frozen moments in time. Pressing the shutter button at that country club became a sort of curse, as I couldn't help but yearn to be teleported back over and over to those unforgettable moments with her.

When you finished working with Wanda, you already had a large number of photographs of her. A collection, you could call it at this point.

You didn't pass up the opportunity to take pictures in every corner of the tennis court, every time she and Billy played together, and you'd even have more if you'd taken pictures when she played against Tommy as well, but you didn't want to expose him to a jealous feud with Billy.

Likewise, you were more than content with the other occasions; like your personal favorites, the family dinners at which you were frequently included. After the food was served, you proceeded to ask the three of them to pose before eating, just so you could have the privilege of watching that gorgeous face for as many seconds as you wanted later at night.

It always amused you to see him smiling in all the photos, so flattered thinking that he was the one you wanted to immortalize in the memories.

The end justified the means, right?

You let out a small gasp, arching your back in pleasure when, as you stilled your needy entrance, you grabbed another photograph, the bonfire photograph...

"Oh, Wanda!" you moaned, feeling your climax about to burst, clenching around your own fingers.

"Why is it that you only take pictures of Billy when I'm around?" Wanda confronted you, once the twins went to sleep. A great day at their University awaited the next day, unlike Wanda and you, who could stay awake as long as you wanted.

Wanda occasionally held bonfires in the garden of her house. She cordially invited you to join them, and after a few minutes, you were all dressed up and on your way to her house, when you were already comfortable in your pajamas, ready to get into your bed.

And once you were alone, she placed her chair in front of yours, and asked you that question that caught you off guard. You had just taken a picture of her with the twins before they left.

"What?" You exclaimed, pretending to be clueless to buy yourself more time to come up with an excuse.

"Or better yet, why don’t you ever accept seeing Billy exclusively? Only when I'm present," she repeated, leaning towards you.

The air thickened around you, each breath torturous as if you were inhaling the very essence of your dread. Your heart pounded, a relentless drum echoing in the cavern of your chest, each beat reverberating through your bones and threatening to shatter your composure.

"I want Billy as a friend, I don't want me accepting outings or taking pictures of him alone to get him more excited than he probably is," you replied, almost all in one breath.

Wanda's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through your weak defenses, "Are you sure that's the only reason, (Y/N)? Or is there something else you're not telling me?"

You felt exposed, as if she could see right through your clumsy excuses.

"I... I don't want to give him false hope," you hesitated, trying to maintain your composure.

"False hope?" Wanda scoffed, her tone full of skepticism. "Then, why taking those pictures in the first place? Who do you wanna see, hm?"

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing by the second. "It's… memories," you protested, but the conviction in your voice was waning.

Wanda tilted her head, scrutinizing you with a mix of frustration and something else you couldn't quite place.

"Bullshit!” She exclaimed. “Why do you always make sure I'm around? Is it because you need a buffer? Or is it because you're more interested in someone else?”

Her words were heavy and loaded with implication. Your mind struggled to form a coherent response, but the truth was clawing its way to the surface, threatening to break free.

“I...-"

She didn't let you finish, "Is it me?" She insisted. "Are you using Billy to get closer to me?"

"Wanda, please, it's not like that," you pleaded, but her words had struck a nerve. She could sense it, therefore, she leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing your ear. You felt your skin reacting through goosebumps immediately.

"Stop lying. You think I can't see through you, like my son? You're pathetic, hiding behind your excuses. If you have something to say, say it now," she hissed, her breath hot against your skin.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat almost choking you.

"No, nothing..." you stammered, but the words wouldn't come.

Wanda's grip on your knee tightened further, her nails digging into your skin.

"You're infuriating. If you can't even be honest with yourself, how do you expect to be honest with anyone else?" She said, her voice a low growl.

“I… I better go,” was all you managed to respond. You never realized how weak you were until the Wanda Maximoff was so close to you, forcing you to face the consequences of your impulsive and not-so-wise acts.

Her eyes glinted with a dangerous determination. She wasn't going to let you off the hook so easily. Her hand slid from your knee up to your thigh, keeping you in place.

"You think you can keep hiding? From me?" Her voice was a seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to pull away, but her grip tightened. "Wanda, please," you whispered, your voice trembling. You refused to do this at all costs, even though it was what you deserved.

"No more lies. I want the truth, and I'm going to get it," her other hand moved to your waist, pulling you even closer to her.

Your heart pounded wildly, your body not knowing whether to tremble of fear and desire.

"I... I don't know what you want me to say," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

Wanda's hand moved higher up your thigh, her nails lightly grazing your skin through the fabric. "Oh, but you do," she countered. "You're scared, aren't you? Scared of what you feel. Scared of what I might do if you admit it. So scared that my poor, poor son has to suffer from your cowardice."

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat almost choking you.

"No, it’s..." you began.

And once again, she didn't give you a chance to finish. Her hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up so you were forced to meet her gaze.

"Look at me, darling. I want to see your eyes when you tell me the truth," she demanded, her voice a low growl.

Your eyes met hers, and the intensity of her green orbes was almost too much to bear.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision.

"I... I can't," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Wanda's grip on your chin tightened, her nails digging into your skin. "Yes, you can. And you will," she insisted, her voice brooking no argument. Her other hand moved between your legs, pressing your core with a tight squeeze, making you yelp and let the first few tears spill out of your eyes. You felt so helpless, regretting every life decision that led you to this very instant.

"Do you want me?" She questioned, with a voice so firm it sounded more like a statement.

"Yes," you finally admitted.

Wanda's eyes shone with satisfaction, "Oh, my good girl. That's all I needed to hear," she murmured, her lips brushing against yours.

Her hand moved from your chin to the back of your neck, pulling you into a searing kiss that left you breathless. You could only describe it intense and fervorous, her tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, without even asking for permission. Just taking you as if she had always owned you, and maybe, she did.

Just as you were about to lose yourself in her lips, Wanda abruptly pulled away, leaving you gasping for air.

"This is your punishment for toying with my son's feelings," she established. "You don't get to have me, not after what you've done. Now go."

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doumadono · 16 days ago

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Warnings: smut w/o plot

A/N: this piece was commissioned on my ko-fi page by @unhinged-bratty-boy - I hope you'll like it!

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When you apply to pro hero Dabi's agency, the warnings come pouring in - friends, colleagues, even strangers with opinions. Todoroki Touya, they say, is all trouble. The kind of guy who throws boundaries out the window, a real-life storm of late-night parties and scandalous headlines. His reputation practically writes itself: messy nights, wild flings, his name splashed across the front pages more times than you can count. But you don’t care. All you see is a man with an appetite - for success, for pushing limits - and something about that drive hooks you. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on, either.

It only takes a few weeks before you notice the way his gaze lingers on you a bit too long, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips when you catch him watching. To everyone’s surprise - including yours - you’re suddenly the apple of Touya’s eye. He’s dropping casual flirtations that could almost pass as jokes, but there’s a glint in his eye that says otherwise. You can’t put a finger on what’s shifted, what’s drawn him so close, but you don’t mind. Not one bit. Before you know it, the two of you are something - a thing, as he so casually puts it - and that intensity, the heat, becomes something you both can’t let go of.

Every time you have a photoshoot, pro hero Dabi secretly arranges for prints to be delivered directly to his office. He claims it’s “for agency publicity” whenever anyone catches a glimpse of the high-quality photos stacked on his desk, but everyone knows better - especially you. You’ve walked in on him once or twice, perched back in his office chair, idly flipping through the photos as if they’re nothing more than paperwork, but that dark glint in his eye tells a different story. His fingers linger over each image, tracing lines and curves as if committing every detail to memory. There’s no hiding the desire he has for you, and he doesn’t even try to mask it. One day, you step in for a mission briefing, catching him red-handed with your latest set spread out like artwork on display. Your boss raises an eyebrow as he notices you eyeing the photos, that cocky smirk creeping up as he leans back, wholly unbothered. “What?” he drawls, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Can’t a guy appreciate the beauty when he sees it?” He lets the words hang as his gaze drifts lazily from the photos up to meet your eyes, that mischievous spark lighting up as he takes in your slightly shocked expression. “Besides, you’re my sidekick. It’s my job to keep tabs on all your assets.” Heat creeps up your neck, and you can tell by the satisfied look on his face that he’s savoring every second. With a languid stretch, he stands, one of the photos in hand as he strides over, holding it up, letting his gaze flick between it and you like he’s comparing the real thing to the masterpiece. “The photos are nice,” he murmurs, leaning in close, “but seeing you in person? Nothing beats that, princess.” He slips the photo back onto his desk, his fingers grazing yours as his voice drops while he holds your hands, rubbing their top with his thumbs. “You know, if you’re ever up for a private photoshoot, darlin’, I’ll personally handle the camera,” Touya grins wryly, “And,” letting go of one of your hands, pro hero Dabi brushes a thumb along the edge of the photo, “this one? Definitely deserves a frame.”

Pro hero Dabi has a knack for making every training session feel a little too hands-on. When he strides over, all casual confidence, you know exactly what’s coming - his classic move. He’ll slide up behind you, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off him, murmuring about your form in that low, easy drawl. His hands settle at your hips, adjusting you with slow, deliberate movements, fingers pressing a little too firmly, lingering just a second too long. There’s a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he makes a show of correcting your posture, and you can almost hear the satisfaction in his voice as he says, “Not bad, not bad…” His fingers slide lower, trailing along the back of your thigh as he adjusts your stance, his touch warm and unhurried. “But maybe you’re in need of a little more practice.” His eyes flick down, smirk widening as he feels you tense up under his touch. “Can’t have you losing your balance now, can we, rookie?” And then there are the moments where he tests your reflexes out of nowhere, moving in quick, unannounced ways that make you jolt and pivot instinctively - only for his hand to fortuitously brush over your ass. You give him a look, one eyebrow raised, but he just chuckles, the sound rich and infuriatingly pleased. “Oops,” he says, the corners of his mouth quirking up as his eyes spark with unhidden amusement. “Guess that’s on me.”

Fighting side by side, seeing you, his sidekick, completely in control as you take down villains one after another, stirs something primal in pro hero Dabi. The fight's barely over, but Dabi’s eyes haven’t left you since it started. Watching you work in that tight costume, landing punches and taking charge with an intensity he can practically feel under his skin - it’s got him all wound up, every move of yours tugging his restraint tauter until he’s gritting his teeth, aching. He’s still got a villain groaning at his feet, but all he can focus on is how you look right now: fierce, defiant, that spark in your eye making it impossible for him to think straight. The rush of adrenaline, the danger - it makes him so hard he has to grit his teeth just to keep his focus on the fight instead of the ache in his dick and balls. It becomes a struggle to keep his mind on the mission, especially when you send one of the villains flying with a well-placed hit, flashing him that nasty glance you master to perfection. Every time you land a move or finish an opponent, it takes every ounce of Touya’s control not to pull you into a dark corner and fuck your sweet pussy senseless. You catch his gaze as you toss one more villain to the ground, giving him that cocky, dangerous smile he knows you wear just for him. His jaw tightens. Just one look, and it’s over. The moment the last thug hits the ground, he’s stepping in close, his breathing ragged, grabbing you by the hips and tugging you flush against him with a force that’s more raw than gentle. He’s hard as hell, and he makes sure you know it, pressing himself against you until there’s no space between you and he’s got you right where he wants you, his lips grazing the column of his neck and he doesn’t give a fuck who’s watching. Touya growls, one hand moving to cup your ass unpretentiously. “Do you even realize what you’re doing to me, rookie?” he growls, “Seeing you like that - makes me lose my damn mind. My dick’s been throbbing since the second I saw you take down that first guy.”

With you as his sidekick, pro hero Dabi finds himself constantly on edge, craving you in ways he can barely restrain, and most of the time, he doesn’t even try. The thrill of stealing moments, sneaking touches, and giving in to his desire in forbidden places only fuels the fire. It’s a rush, knowing he could get caught but not caring because, when it comes to you, nothing else matters.

Some days, just seeing you in his office, leaning over his desk as you discuss mission details, is enough to drive him wild. He’ll circle the desk, fingers trailing over your back before pulling you close, pressing you down against the smooth wood. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushes up your skirt, gripping the plushy flesh of your thighs. “You fucking brat,” he chuckles loudly. “Well, well… aren’t you a filthy little whore? No panties in the workplace, huh?” And before you can protest, Touya lifts you onto the desk, and spreads your legs to find a beautiful pussy waiting for him, glistening with wetness, flushed with blood, a clit begging for attention. He dives in and immediately savores your sweet taste, and his tongue and lips swallow all of you. Seconds later, the situation changes. That’s the thing about pro hero Dabi - when he wants something, he doesn’t care who sees or what rules get broken. And right now, that something is you, straddling his face with your skirt hiked up, your fingers wrapped around his cock that you fished out of his hero gear. His fingers dig into your hips, a silent warning - a struggle between needing more and being totally, utterly overwhelmed. Each pass of your hand along his shaft is slow, deliberate, your thumb pressing into the sensitive tip, teasing the slit leaking precum before sliding back down, your grip tightening each time, your other hands massaging his heavy balls. Touya gasps, and the sound is swallowed by the press of your thighs around his face. He eats your pussy in earnest, his hot tongue nudging your slick, swollen clit, only to flick back to brushing against your pussy lips and entrance. You arch above him, moaning, hips rolling forward just enough to coax another groan from him as you grind your wet cunt over his face. Your boss’ nails dig in harder in your thighs, leaving crescent marks as he fights to keep himself together, hips bucking up feverishly into your hand, seeking any relief he can find. You feel him throbbing in your grip, his cock pulsing with every stroke. And when he finally loses it, it’s with no apology nor hesitation. His cum spills over your hand, streaking down your wrist and onto his exposed abdomen. His head falls back against the desk, lips parted as he drags in a breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at you with a reckless glint in his eye. “Hell of a fucking show,” he murmurs, voice still thick and unsteady, but cocky as ever. “Hope someone did walk in to see you workin’ me over like that, princess.”

You mewl and lean forward to lick his cock clean while slipping your hand between your parted legs to rub your neglected clit.

Touya spanks your ass, leaving a handprint on your buttock. "Yeah, yeah, princess. Let me make you cum in my mouth."

Interviews are supposed to be professional, just another part of the job for pro hero Dabi, but when you’re seated beside him, he’s anything but composed. You know he has trouble keeping his hands to himself. Under the table, his hand finds your thigh, strong fingers slowly kneading your muscles, his touch starting innocently enough before turning into something far more possessive as he pushes his hand right between your thighs, massaging your mound through your hero costume. As the questions go on, his thumb traces slow circles over the wetness that is forming, and every squeeze and stroke makes it nearly impossible for you to focus. Dabi’s gaze is fixed on you with that unmistakable, dark intensity, the kind that says he’s mentally stripping you right there in the room. His eyes are a smoldering blue, roaming over your face, lingering on your lips, your neck, dipping down to places he wishes he could reach under different circumstances. Each time he glances at you, his pupils dilate, and the barely-there smirk on his lips lets you know exactly what he’s thinking about. It’s maddening, the way he rubs slow, teasing circles over your swollen pussy lips through your gear, applying just enough pressure to send a pulse of heat through you, all while keeping that perfectly cool, laid-back demeanor for the cameras. You bite your lip, trying to maintain your composure, but every touch makes it harder to keep your expression steady. When the interviewer turns to him with a question about his latest mission, he doesn’t even hesitate, keeping his eyes on the reporter, but his hand already slips inside your pants, dragging just over where he knows you’re most sensitive, his thumb grazing in tantalizing little movements, gently tapping your slick, swollen clitoris. “The mission?” Touya replies casually, voice smooth and confident as ever. “It was handled without a hitch. Nothing we couldn’t handle together.” His fingers poke your entrance and before you know it, they’re inside your slick wetness. “My sidekick here,” he adds with a sideways glance at you, “She makes every mission a lot more interesting. She keeps me on my toes.”

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lufyuu · 7 months ago

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,, One more picture ''

Idol! male reader x Photographer OC

Tw/s: quite vanilla, not sure to put any. Reader goes from being dominant to submissive.

Not too long ago, you were asked to be an ambassador of Louis Vuitton. The moment Louis Vuitton had announced you became an ambassador of their brand, your fans, and group members were so excited, it went all over the news globally. You flew all the way to Paris for a photoshoot. They would have you model for them wearing their bags, jewelries, etc while also attending events wearing them. The moment you stepped out of the car, you were swarmed with fans, they were all trying to get your attention. Whether that'd be by screaming your name or having their hands out with gifts for you. Fortunately, you had very good security guards, they managed to keep the fans from touching you or getting too close. The first day you were seen wearing the outfit Louis Vuitton had provided you with, it sold out in the matter of hours.

Due to this opportunity, you had many scheduled photoshoots for Louis Vuitton. The first thing that caught your eye was Eun Hyunwoo. Eun Hyunwoo was the photographer in your first photoshoot. He was absolutely breathtaking. He had the kind of look that would make people turn around to stare. A kind of look that belonged to the museum. It was both gentle and dashing. It was such a shame he didn't want to be an idol or anything like an idol. He finds photography to be much more interesting. He finds joy in taking pictures. "Photography captures life's beauty" is his reason to want to pursue it.

You found him to be quite an interesting man. A life of fame and money stared at him all day long and yet he never even once looked its way. The more you saw him, the more you saw his charms. It wasn't just his looks that charmed you. It was the way he would talk, describe things. "[Name]-nim, I will never be able to describe you in a word...", was what he said when you told him to. He said he's not good with describing people, especially you. That made your heart flutter. It felt as if butterflies were eating you from the inside out. Eventually, you even developed sexual thoughts about him at work. When you'd be backstage and have random thoughts of being fucked by him. Something about a gentle man being rough with you made your legs turn into jelly. You'd have to excuse yourself to the bathroom because of these thought. This man had you going crazy.

Click Click Click, the sound of a camera clicking accompanied by bright light aimed at you. "That shot was gorgeous as always," the photographer commented. The staff all agreed with him, "as expected from [Name]," they would say. Others only nodded in agreement. "Thank you, everyone, for your hard work!"you said, bowing to everyone in the room as a sign of respect as a few people removed the props. The photographer looked through the camera roll, the pictures he had captured of you were flawless, you looked elegant, your aura radiating through the small screen. Just as he was admiring your beauty, you approach him. "Eun Hyunwoo-shi," you tap his hand, which startles him a bit. "Ah..! [Name]-nim, what's the matter?"He looks a bit down to face you. Though he doesn't really make eye contact, how could he when you're quite literally the number one most sought out idol at the moment? He didn't feel worthy. "Could you perhaps send those pictures to me? I want to take a look", a smile spreads across your face, a gentle smile that convinces him even if he's been told not to. "Oh.. Of course, should I send it through your work email?", he scrambles to find his phone, which is in his right pocket. You shake your head, indicating he's wrong about that assumption. You stretch out your right hand to take the phone, and he hesitantly gives it to you. You typed out your number on his phone, "Just text me them here." He takes back his phone as you walk away, looking down at his phone and then looking back to the direction you were walking towards until your figure disappears behind the door. His face turned a bit red as the other staff members asked him to help with dismantling the set.

After an hour, you finally returned back to your hotel. Your phone lights up with a ding!, it was the「Lum¡n☆ry」group chat.

➤Woohoooo: @[Name] we miss uuuuu

➤4Sp☆rks: Are you done with the photoshoot?

➤Cho_Sangwoo: You guys are disturbing him. He's probably still at the photoshoot.

Looking at the group chat, you couldn't help but let a smile spread across your face. Texting them back quickly, you informed them that you're now at the hotel. Though, no matter how much you had been distracted, a certain person was at the back of your mind. A man with short and messy black hair. The way his soft blue eyes looked at you was unforgettable. Your heart thumped at the thought of him, the thought of being on your knees, unzipping his.. ding! a sudden ding snapped you out of it. You went to open the dm, it was from an unknown number.

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: [photo] +10 more

They were your photoshoot photos. You immediately connected the dots and realized it's not a random stalker. It's Eun Hyunwoo. Taking a good look at the pictures, they are definitely breathtaking, but you spot something. The third picture he had sent was odd. The angle was wrong. As the professional man you are, you point it out.

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY:

-Ah...

-I'm sorry for the trouble [Name]-nim, should we retake the picture?

You thought of it for a moment, it sure would be an inconvenience for you. It'd totally mess up your schedule, too. Plus, there's other pictures to make up for it. You'll only be missing a singular picture, what harm could that do? Honestly, it would be better for everyone, including yourself, if you just said no.

➤You: Sure!

You sure are thinking with your dick right now.

➤You: Are you still at the photoshoot place? I can go there right away while I still have my outfit and make up on

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: I'm not sure if that's a good idea, [Name]-nim...The other staff members have already gone home, it'd be a complete mess, wouldn't it?

➤You: We can make it work. Besides, you're the best photographer I know

➤+82 XX XXXX YYYY: If you say so [Name]-nim, I'll be waiting.

And with that confirmation, you got up from the sofa, grabbing your bag and sprinting to the place. Not literally of course, you took a taxi there.

When you get to the place, the lights are almost all off. There's a person waving at you with a camera around their neck. "[Name]-nim!", as you get closer, you see a gentle smile on his face. "Eun Hyunwoo-shi," you said his name in return, "let's get back in now", you put your hand behind his back, urging him back in. Eun Hyunwoo turns on all the switches, revealing the already tidied up room. The lights were moved to one side while the decorations were put in a box. "Shall we set it up once more?", he asks, looking at you and expecting you to nod or say yes. "No, let's take a photo right here, it'll turn out great," he seemed very skeptical. The area you are in at the moment is quite dark. Of course, it could turn out artistic, but considering your other pictures, it wouldn't fit at all. "[Name]-nim, I don't think that's a good-", "come here!", you pull his hand to the area, making sure he won't be able to disagree further. Without a word, you push yourself up on the table, sitting on it with your legs crossed, posing for the camera. He gets the message and puts the camera up to his eye, aiming it at you.

Click click , you get off the table and look at the pictures on the small screen. "Hm...these won't do," "o-oh, why's that..?", he asks, looking at you as if expecting you to say his camera work is terrible. "Oh, it's not you, I think I know what's missing here," you go back to your position and beckon him to come closer. He complies, wondering if you knew how to make the pictures better. You then grab his tie, his head is now leaned down to face you, "[Name]-nim...?-", you look up at him, wanting him to get the message, "Hyunwoo shi..."he gulped, his face visibly red, especially his ears. His eyes widened a bit, now knowing what you want him to do. Immediately, he leans down to meet your lips, putting his camera beside you, grabbing your chin, and kissing you deeply. "Mmm..ah..", he moans into the kiss. It's obvious he hasn't done much kissing in his life before. The two of you finally let go after a while. The kiss was intense.

Looking at his hard cock straining in his pants, you hop off the table, getting on your knees infront of him, infront of his boner. You unzip his pants using your teeth, you could hear his breath hitch. Even through the boxer, his pre-cum was already leaking through. "All it took was a kiss for you to get hard?", you tease him, "w-well I-I...!", he couldn't make up an excuse for himself, he did get super worked up from a single kiss. "You're really adorable", before he could answer, you took out his cock out of it's restraints, "holy shit..", your eyes widened at the sight. His cock was long and girthy, "Hyunwoo-shi...I didn't expect you to have such a big thing down here", "is it really that big...?", he looks with his face being covered partly by his hand due to the embarrassment. You took his cock in your hand, you couldn't even wrap your hand around it, "mmm, very", was what you said before putting the tip into your mouth, licking and sucking on it. "[Name]-nim..!-", you released his cock from your mouth, "it's [Name], no need for formalities", he coughs and corrects himself, "[Name]...It's dirty down there", you chuckle at this response and continue to suck on his tip, "a-ah..", he tries to keep in his moans but with you sucking him like that, how could he do it for long? His moans were muffled by his hand, you aren't satisfied with this, why would he contain his moans?

You took his cock in deeper, now half of his length is in your mouth. "A-ah...agh...!", he finally lets his moans out, no longer covering his mouth with his hand. You smile, "eunjwoin thwis?", you try to say while his cock is reaching your throat, the vibrations from your mouth making him even weaker. He could only nod weakly in response.

Sounds of sucking accompanied by Eun Hyunwoo's moans were music to your ears. Unconsciously, due to pleasure, he grabs your face and pushes you down on his cock, taking it even further in, you begin to choke on his length, trying to adjust as best you can. Eun Hyunwoo then proceeds to grab the camera on the table with his other hand, pointing it down at you yet again, "you look so pretty...", he mumbles, taking a picture of you sucking him so good. Click

His face is practically as red as it can be by this point, he would never admit it but you've always had an effect on him, everytime he looks at you, he feels butterflies in his stomach, flying around. The way your lips wrap around his cock makes him even hornier, grabbing your hair and face-fucking you. His cock goes all the way to your throat. You try and contain your tears but they ultimately come out, your eyes glossy, looking up at his lustful face. The once gentle look on his face is now gone. He only has lust in those eyes. He continues to facefuck you, making sure it hits the back of your throat everytime. The pleasure he felt was unreal. "God...[Name], your mouth's so warm..", he praises. You wanted him to cum and so you sucked him more but, he suddenly pulls you off of his still hard cock leaking with pre-cum. You look up at him with a confused and disappointed look on your face. Before you could protest, he lifts you up onto the table, letting you sit up. He pulls down your pants and boxers, discarding them to the side.

Without any lube, he was hesitant to continue but with a little reassurance, he went on with what he wanted to do all along. He uses spit as a substitute for lube, "bare with me here...", he says as he pushes himself into you. Taking it slow. The last thing he wants is for you to get hurt, you're too precious to him.

You were trying to adjust to his size when he suddenly asked for forgiveness, "[Name]...I'm sorry but I can't handle it anymore..", it looked as if he was a beast, ready to ravage his prey. Then, he pushes all the way into you, making you take all of him. This makes your back arch from the sudden plunge. His cock is definitely too big for your little hole. Tears were now rolling down your cheeks, you couldn't help it from falling. "Please don't cry...", he says while wiping your tears away with his finger. The feeling of his cock inside of you unmoving was torturing, you wanted him to move. He lets out a surprised yelp as you start moving. "Move...goddamnit", you said with an almost begging tone, leaving him no choice but to grab your hips and thrust his cock in and out of you. He would pull out until only his tip was in before thrusting it all back into you.

All you could do was moan and mumble incoherent sentences. "You're so adorable like this, [Name]", he says while you're in that state. Anything and everything you do is adorable to him. You could feel yourself getting close too. When you looked down, there was a visible bulge on your lower stomach. "I'm so close..!", he says while still thrusting in and out of you like there's no tomorrow. You could feel yourself reaching your limit aswell. "Aagh..!", you let out a moan as you reach your climax, your cum splurting all over your lower body. But your photographer had not yet reached his. He desperately chased his climax, thrusting harsher and rougher until more tears ran down your cheeks. "I'm...cumming..! Take all of my cum", he finally cums into you. It felt like a decade as he released all of it inside you. His cum was dripping out your hole even with his cock still inside.

With such an adorable and tired expression on your face, Eun Hyunwoo couldn't help but reach over for his camera. He aimed the camera at your cum-filled and panting figure, making sure the camera captured his cock deep inside you, "you're so perfect like this, such a slut for my cock", he said shamelessly which was unexpected, it made you shudder a little. Being with you awakened something in him that he never knew he had. He went to caress your cheek with his free hand, smiling softly at you as he says, "[Name]-nim, I want to take more pictures of you..."

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Hello everyone, this is the first fic I'm writing for this blog. It's not really good but I promise to improve♡

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#oc x reader #oc x male reader #male reader #amab reader #lgbtq #x male reader #「 by the hands of xin 」#smut #oc smut #bottom male reader #top male character #Xin's Eun Hyunwoo ☆

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lev1hei1chou · 8 months ago

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Fashion Icon

Dad!Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Words: 504 Synopsis: Gojo's baby has to be a fashion icon Masterlist

It was a sunny afternoon when Gojo Satoru, your husband, decided to take your baby out for a stroll. As he strapped the little bundle of joy into the stroller, he couldn't help but envision his child as a miniature fashion icon.

"Alright, little one, let's show the world what style truly means," Gojo declared with a wink, earning a gurgle of approval from the baby.

With his sunglasses perched on his nose and his hair flowing in the breeze, Gojo strutted down the street with the stroller, drawing curious glances from passersby.

As the duo wandered, Gojo's attention was caught by a trendy baby boutique, its windows adorned with the latest in infant fashion. Unable to resist the allure, he veered off course and entered the store, much to the confusion of the sales clerk.

"Welcome! How can I help you today?" the clerk chirped, eyeing the man's eccentric attire and the bemused baby in the stroller.

Gojo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he surveyed the racks of miniature clothing and accessories. "I'm here to upgrade my baby's wardrobe," he announced proudly, causing the clerk to raise an eyebrow.

Undeterred, Gojo dove into the aisles, plucking out tiny onesies, stylish boots, and even a miniature fedora. With each selection, he imagined the baby strutting their stuff with confidence, just like their stylish father.

After what seemed like an eternity of browsing, Gojo returned to the stroller, laden with bags of baby fashion treasures. He carefully arranged the purchases around the bemused infant, who seemed more interested in chewing on their own fingers.

As they exited the store, Gojo couldn't contain his excitement. "Isn't this amazing, little one? You're going to be the most fashionable baby in town!"

Back home, you greeted the duo with a mix of amusement and bewilderment. "What on earth happened? Why do we suddenly have enough baby clothes to outfit a small army?"

Gojo flashed his trademark grin, his sunglasses gleaming. "Well, you see, darling, our child simply cannot be seen in anything less than the finest threads. Fashion is a way of life, even for the tiniest among us!"

You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm, shaking your head in disbelief. "I suppose our baby will thank you for their impeccable style sense one day."

In the days that followed, Gojo's fashion obsession reached new heights as he eagerly dressed the baby in each new ensemble, staging impromptu photoshoots and posting them to social media with the hashtag #BabyFashionista.

Despite your initial skepticism, you couldn't deny the joy that radiated from Gojo whenever he admired the baby's stylish outfits. And as the months passed, you found yourself joining in on the fun, eagerly browsing for the latest trends in infant fashion.

As the baby grew older, they developed their own unique sense of style, much to Gojo's delight. Whether it was a tiny pair of sunglasses perched on their nose or a miniature trench coat draped over their shoulders, they exuded confidence and charm wherever they went.

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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Your blog is my daily serotonin <3

geto letting you put eyeliner on him while sitting on his lap- taking the opportunity to flirt with you!!! I'm imagining soft, light, almost tickling touches and his sultry eyes. reader *desperately* trying to keep her cool...

ahhhhaaaaaaaa

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ?

A/N: stawppp u made me blush tysm 💗 also this idea made me SPIN in my spinny chair i love it sm. sugie's eyes are so mesmerizing 🫠 (p.s. ur theme is so prettyyy!!)

Wc ≈ 1.4k

Pairing: GETO Suguru x f.reader

Summary: practicing putting eyeliner on your best friend, while sat in his lap. He can't help but take this chance to flirt with you. Of course, a certain someone interrupts your moment right at the end

Warnings; Satoru being a jackass and totally interrupting u guys at THE moment lol

♪ melting like an ice cream when you smile

“Is it bothering you? Should I clip it back?” Suguru asked.

“Nooo, I don’t mind it.” you replied. “I can keep your bangs at bay with my pinkie, ‘s all good.”

What you did mind was the proximity between you and him.

You could feel the support of his muscular thighs and the engulfing warmth radiating from his chest even through that oversized cotton shirt of his. The very white shirt that had always driven your senses wild for some reason – probably because of how its short sleeves teasingly hinted at his toned arms underneath without completely showing them off.

Pinkie keeping his bangs at bay, fingertip lightly pressing against his cheekbone and hair tickling your skin, you applied the eyeliner with slow, meticulous strokes.

Suguru was mesmerized. You looked focused like an artist at work on a painting. And he noticed that you seemed mesmerized, too. Even a bit shy, which he commented on because it was so unlike you.

“Shy, huh?” He teased.

“I’m not shy.” You denounced half-heartedly. “Why would I be?”

He just smirked in response, and that itself had such an effect on you; your careful line became an inky squiggle. “Oh no! No no no!” you muttered under your breath, hastily using your pinkie to wipe the mistake away but that only resulted in smudging it awkwardly into the crease of his eyes.

“Don’t laugh! Don’t smile! I have to fix the corner…” you begged with Suguru, but that only made him laugh and smile harder. He apologized through soft chuckles.

After correcting the mistake, you pulled back from his face to check that both sides seemed equal. Only when you pulled your face away like this, did you and Suguru realize in the back of your minds that you were quite close to each other earlier…

“Mesmerized by something?” he asked teasingly. His cool voice was so close to your ears, it felt like it reverberated in your whole chest.

Sultry eyes narrowed interestedly at you as you observed the corners of them. Those abyssal irises demanded eye contact from you, and once they got it, they peered into your soul. Suguru loved doing that, not only to appreciate your eyes but because of your sweet, shy reaction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. Just making sure both sides look the same.” You told him.

“Mhm.” He hummed.

Maybe the broken eye contact is what led him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you closer. Or maybe he just missed the intimate closeness that you had with him earlier, when your faces were quite close.

You tried to distract yourself from the bubbling heat in the pit of your stomach that his subtle touch caused. “I’m not very talented at eyeliner…” you admitted.

“Really? I think yours always looks good.” Suguru said.

“Just ‘good’ ?! That means I look bad.”

He chuckled. “No I – alright, I’ll phrase it better; you always look like you’re ready for a photoshoot.”

“Oh, stop flirting!” you scolded him playfully, causing his lips to stretch into a cheeky smile.

“Aw, you caught me in the act.” He muttered sultrily.

You tried not to smile, but that was very impossible in the moment. It seems it was the same for him, too. Being so close to you with his arms wrapped around your waist put him in an excited daze.

Sunset light streamed in through the sheer curtains, patterned shadows forming on the white bed made it seem like you were sitting on a grey meadow of flowers, twigs and leaves. A very slight rumble of traffic rose over the railing of the balcony just outside the sliding door. Tokyo had a certain sound and feeling to it, one you could never put your finger on.

After a bout of silence, you realized you and him had stopped talking and just stared into one another’s eyes. You’d even stopped applying the eyeliner. Stomachs knotted up with feelings, the two of you were both about to say something to each other before you blurted out “The brown eyeliner fits you well, glad I chose it.”

“Oh?” he batted his lashes at you… or was that an involuntary action? Who knows. You continued to carefully flick the felt tip of the eyeliner until a tiny, sharp angle was formed.

Well, ‘sharp’. It wasn’t as razor-edged as the other side, which really bothered you. The way you flitted your eyes between his two made him crack a smile that made his Addam’s apple subtly shift up and down.

“Do I look bad?” he asked curiously.

“Not at all… you look ho- you look good with eyeliner.” You replied.

“Oh, I look hot, huh? You crushin’ on me? Satoru’s gonna be heartbroken.” He joked.

“I'm not crushing — !” you squeaked quickly in response, taken aback.

“You’re not crushing on me or you’re not crushing on him?”

“I’ve never… I’m not crushing on Satoru.” You told him.

Such an unexpectedly serious question for him throw into the mellow atmosphere. He tried to sound light-hearted so he wouldn’t scare you off from answering, or give hint to his nervousness.

“So then…?”

“So then what?” you blinked at him, all movements of the eyeliner brush ceased. Things were getting heatedly exciting.

“So then, you have a thing for me?”

You widened your eyes at him. His heart thumped, he was getting nervous – unsure how to judge your reactions to his questions. He was trying to assess whether you liked him or not, and you were making it so hard. If only he could read your mind, he thought.

“Huh? What? Stop flustering me!” You laughed it off.

He could tell you were avoiding answering out of nervousness, but it still irked him; he really wanted to know.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just spring that on you so suddenly. I was just… curious.” He said.

You sighed. “I’m… I’m already melting over you, no need to vaporize me.”

“Oh? You’re melting?” his eyes lit up, “Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off immediately, “No reason.” You lied.

“No reason?” he questioned, raising his brows sceptically, “You sure about that?”

With the way he raised his brows, his eyes became even more spellbinding. You felt completely bewitched by them. The pigment of the liquid eyeliner, paired with the undertones of the eye pencil you started with, paired with the slight glint of light in his eyes – all of it made that bubbling heat in your stomach explode into an even bigger feeling.

You got so lost in his pretty, abyssal eyes that you didn’t realize how silent you’d become, or how close you had gotten to his face – not that he minded the increased proximity, it had his heart pumping hard.

“You okay? Still melting?” he teased.

“Sorry! I’m just – “

“ – mesmerized by me? Melting for me?” he teased further.

“Suguru!” you laughed shyly.

“There’s no need to keep playing it off, I can see right through you.” He said seriously.

Your eyes lingered on his for much too long. It felt like what he said was true – it felt like he really could see right through you, like you were transparent. He was itching to break the tension between you and him with a feverish kiss. One of those classic, best-friends-to-lovers kisses that you see in the movies.

But then guess who burst through the door of your apartment as loudly as possible? Yeah, the jackass that you regretfully gave your apartment key to.

“YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” Satoru hollered, striding down the hallway and popping his head into your bedroom to find you and Suguru breaking apart very quickly, as if you weren’t just on his lap about to share your first kiss.

“Did ya miss me? ‘Course you did. What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head.

“What’s with that look?” Satoru whined.

“Nothiiing!” You groaned, Suguru just chuckled under his breath.

“Yuh, I mean, I didn’t do anything, after all. Weirdos.” Oh, you really wanted to shove a pillow into his face.

He pounced on the bed, coming right between you and Suguru without thinking too much of it. “I’m so hungry – let’s get takeout.” He whined and rolled around on your bed. He pleaded until you gave in. “Yay, let’s fuckin’ go then I’m so starved.” He said dramatically.

So you and Suguru readied yourselves to go out for a spontaneous food trip.

“What a pity.” He said with the utmost sultriness in his eyes and voice, leaving you at the doorframe with a wink that lingered in your mind for the rest of the day.

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓

❝ 𝟐 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄! ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, my fingers gliding flawlessly over the dials. I glanced up at Chris, who was eagerly awaiting instructions.

“Okay, Chris, now turn this way,” I instructed, gesturing with my free hand. The sunlight streamed through the studio windows, casting a warm, natural glow on Chris' features as he pivoted towards me.

Chris struck a casual yet confident pose, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I observed him through the lens, framing the shot carefully.

“Perfect,” I called out, the camera shutter clicking. “That's a great one. Let's try a slightly different angle.”

Chris adjusted his stance, his body moving effortlessly into another pose. The fabric of his clothes clung to his form, emphasizing the quality of the designs he was modeling.

I continued to give directions, my voice steady and encouraging. “That's it, just a slight tilt of the head... Yes, just like that. Perfect.”

We continued the photoshoot, both of us falling into a rhythm. Chris' natural charisma and charm shone through in each shot. He radiated confidence and joy, making my job as the photographer easy.

“You're killing it,” I commented, my fingers working the camera. “These photos are going to be incredible.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes meeting mine briefly before turning back to the camera. “It's easy when I have a great photographer to guide me.”

I stepped back from the camera, scrolling through the shots I had captured. The images were vibrant and full of life, perfectly capturing Chris' energy and charm.

As I continued to browse through them, I noticed Chris approaching me, his eyes fixed on the camera's display screen. He came to stand beside me, curiosity in his gaze.

“Can I take a look?” he asked, gesturing towards the camera.

I nodded and handed the camera over to him. He took it gingerly, scrolling through the gallery of images.

Chris' eyes widened as he saw each shot, a broad smile spreading across his face. “These are amazing. You've really captured me perfectly in these.”

Chris looked up from the camera, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He handed the camera back to me and crossed his arms.

“You know what would make this even more fun?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What's that?”

“You should model some of these designs too,” Chris suggested, a hint of challenge in his voice.

I laughed nervously, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. I shook my head, waving off the suggestion. “Oh, no way,” I protested. “I'm no model. I wouldn't know the first thing about it.”

Chris chuckled at my response, a reassuring smile on his face. “Are you kidding? I'm not a pro either,” he replied. “I just have fun with it. That's what matters.”

He extended his hand towards me, gesturing for me to take it. “Come on, it'll be fun. Just give it a try.”

I paused for a moment, considering Chris' words. His enthusiasm was contagious, and a part of me was intrigued by the idea. After a moment's hesitation, I gave in and took his hand.

“Alright, fine,” I relented, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I'll give it a shot.”

Chris' eyes lit up, a mix of excitement and anticipation on his face. He led me over to a nearby clothing rack, from which he pulled out one of his Fresh-Love designs.

“This one will look great on you,” Chris said, handing me the shirt.

I took it, feeling the soft fabric in my fingers. The design was simple yet stylish, with a touch of edginess. I slipped the shirt on, the material feeling comfortable against my skin.

I tugged at the shirt, adjusting it to fit just right. I took a look in the mirror, surprised at how well the design suited me. The fabric hugged my figure in all the right places, and the edgy touch added a certain flair.

Chris watched me with a satisfied smile, visibly pleased that the shirt looked as good on me as he had hoped.

“See? You look amazing in it,” Chris praised, his eyes taking in my outfit.

I blushed at his compliment, unused to being the center of attention. “Really? I feel kind of silly, standing in front of the camera,” I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Chris held the camera, a reassuring smile on his face. He could see the doubt in my eyes, but he was determined to help me overcome it.

“You've got this,” he encouraged, his voice steady and calm. “Whenever you're ready, just let me know. I'm here to guide you.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves slowly start to settle. I trusted Chris and his ability to bring out the best in people.

“Okay,” I said, my voice a bit shaky. “I'm ready.”

“Perfect,” Chris nodded, the camera in his hands. “Just do what feels natural. Don't think too much about it.”

I stood before the camera, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. Taking another deep breath, I tried to relax and follow Chris' advice.

I moved my body, mimicking the poses I had seen Chris do earlier. It felt awkward and unnatural at first, but as I continued, I slowly started to feel more at ease. Chris' words of encouragement echoed in my mind, helping me to forget about my insecurities.

“That's it,” Chris praised, his voice filled with genuine excitement. “You're doing great. Just keep going.”

I felt a small surge of confidence at his words. I let go of my inhibitions and allowed myself to enjoy the experience, posing for the camera with a growing sense of playfulness.

After the photoshoot was done, Chris and I settled down at my desk, the camera memory card loaded into my computer. We sat side by side, scrolling through the images. The room was filled with a comfortable silence as we focused on the screen.

“These turned out really well,” Chris commented, his eyes flicking from one photo to another. “You've got a real talent for photography, Y/N.”

I chuckled, a small smile playing on my lips. “You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, meeting his gaze.

Chris chuckled in return, a hint of pink spreading across his cheeks. He leaned back in his chair and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Yeah, I guess I didn't do too badly,” he said, a touch of modesty in his voice.

As we continued looking through the photos, one in particular caught Chris' attention. It was a shot of me, my head thrown back in laughter. The camera had captured the moment perfectly, freezing my joy in time.

“I love that one,” Chris said, a small smile on his face as he pointed to the image on the screen. “You laughed so genuinely. It's beautiful.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm at Chris' words, a mixture of flattery and embarrassment washing over me. I didn't quite know how to respond, so I simply turned my focus back to the computer screen.

Chris continued to scroll through the photos, carefully selecting the ones he wanted for his website. We worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pausing to discuss a particularly striking image.

Time had flown by as we worked, and now the sun was beginning to set outside the studio window. Golden light streamed in, bathing the room in a warm, golden hue. The studio looked almost magical as the shadows lengthened and the air grew slightly cooler.

“Man, I didn't realize it was getting so late,” Chris commented, stretching his arms above his head.

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

“Definitely,” Chris agreed, leaning back in his chair. “The fans are gonna love these.”

We both fell silent for a moment, the peaceful atmosphere of the room seeping in. The setting sun cast long shadows across the floor, making the room feel intimate and cozy.

I pushed back my chair and stood up, my muscles tight from sitting for so long. I walked over to the large window, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, the sky a beautiful gradient of pinks and purples.

Leaning against the window, I stretched my arms high above my head, relieving the stiffness in my back.

“It's amazing how much the city changes at sunset,” I commented quietly, my eyes taking in the view.

Chris stood up too, joining me by the window. He placed his hands in his pockets, his gaze following mine as he took in the cityscape below.

“You think we'll ever get tired of this view?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head, a sense of contentedness washing over me. “I don't think so,” I replied. “I could look at this all the time and never get bored.”

Chris leaned his shoulder against the window, his eyes fixated on me as I took in the view. He watched as the last rays of sunlight danced across my face, his gaze filled with affection.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, creating an intimate atmosphere. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he quietly admired me.

I glanced at Chris, noticing the way he was looking at me. Confused, I turned to face him fully. “What?” I asked quietly, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

Chris shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft, warm smile. “Nothing,” he replied simply, his eyes holding mine.

The air between us felt charged, the silence filled with unspoken words. For a moment, all I could do was hold his gaze, my heartbeats slightly faster than usual.

Chris didn't look away, his smile unwavering. The setting sun cast a warm glow on his features, making him look impossibly handsome. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, his presence captivating me.

We stood like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies close but not quite touching. The city below us seemed to fade away, the only thing in my mind being Chris and the overwhelming feelings he stirred in me.

The tension between us was palpable, the electricity in the room almost tangible. I could feel my pulse quicken as my heart thudded against my chest.

Chris continued to smile at me, his eyes locked on mine. It was as if he could see into my soul, my emotions laid bare before him. I couldn't bring myself to look away, my feelings for him growing stronger by the second.

Chris broke our eye contact, suddenly looking down at the city below. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“What is it now?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. I knew Chris well enough to know that chuckle meant he was up to something.

Chris looked back at me, a soft smile on his lips. “Nothing,” he answered, his voice taking on a more poetic tone. “Just the way the sunlight dances on your skin, making you even more beautiful than you already are.”

He continued to lean against the glass, his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and sincere.

I rolled my eyes, a small smile playing on my lips at Chris' comment. “You're such a flirt,” I teased, turning to walk away.

Before I could take more than a few steps, Chris' hand shot out and encircled my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back to face him, surprise evident on my face.

With Chris' grip on my wrist, he pulled me closer, closing the distance between us until our bodies were almost touching. Our faces were now just inches apart, our breaths mingling in the minimal space between us. We were so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. If he were to whisper, I'd be able to hear every word.

Chris leaned in even closer, his voice lowering to a whisper, barely above a breath. “I mean it,” he murmured, his words sending shivers down my spine.

Chris was so close now, his breath warm against my skin. He spoke in a low, intimate tone, every word sending jolts of electricity through me.

“The way you stop to enjoy the little things,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “The way you find joy in moments most people take for granted. It just makes me adore you even more.”

As Chris spoke, he gently took hold of my wrists, guiding my arms around his neck. He pulled me against him, my body pressed close to his. My hands rested against the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

His arms encircled my waist, holding me close against him. We were now standing so close together that I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest.

As I stood there, wrapped in Chris' embrace, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How had we ended up like this? Just hours ago, we had been working on the photo shoot, laughing and joking as friends.

Now, here I was, held tightly against him, his body warmth seeping into my skin. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in our dynamic.

I could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, the rhythm comforting and steady. Meanwhile, my heart was racing out of control, beating faster than I thought possible.

I couldn't understand how the atmosphere had changed so drastically. Just a moment ago, we had been talking like friends. Now, every inch of my body was aware of his touch, my senses overwhelmed by his presence.

Chris chuckled softly, his hands gently rubbing my back. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I don't want you dying on me. Your heartbeat is dangerously fast right now.

He pulled away slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes were filled with concern and amusement. “Are you alright?” he asked, his hands still holding onto my waist.

I took a moment to admire Chris, the setting sun illuminating his face and highlighting his features. The golden light brought out his freckles, which only seemed to appear when the sun shone directly on him.

His skin was dusted with a light scattering of tiny brown spots, a feature that I had never truly noticed before. Standing this close to him, I couldn't help but stare at them, mesmerized by their subtle beauty.

I lifted my hand, my fingers gently tracing the path of his freckles. I marveled at how they shimmered in the light, creating a unique pattern across his skin.

As I continued to explore his face, my hand moved to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin with my fingertips. My gaze met his, my eyes drawn to the intense blue of his irises. I felt like I could drown in them, the depths of his eyes holding me captive.

My fingers continued to roam over his face, tracing the contours of his cheek and jaw. The sunlight played across his features, enhancing the color of his eyes and the sharpness of his nose.

His lips were softly parted, the corners curving slightly upward in a hint of a smile. I traced the edge of his mouth with my thumb, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. His eyelashes were long and dark, casting a shadow beneath his eyes.

All these details came together to create a face so stunning, it left me breathless.

I found myself lost in his gaze, the intensity of his eyes making my heart skip a beat. His freckles, like stars against the backdrop of his skin, added an element of boyish charm that only made him more endearing.

Chris remained silent, his eyes fixed on mine, seemingly enjoying my touch and the way I studied his features.

As I continued to explore the curves and contours of his face, I thought to myself that this was the first time I had ever been this close to Chris. I marveled at the feeling of his skin under my fingertips, the warmth and the texture unfamiliar and yet soothing.

A desire to memorize every detail, every freckle, every curve, consumed me. It was as if I wanted to trace a map on his skin and commit every part of him to memory, like engraving a poem on the walls of my mind.

I wanted to remember all his features from the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. I wanted to remember the way his hair fell across his forehead when he tilted his head back in laughter, the way his hands felt in mine.

This closeness to him, the permission to study and admire him like this, was something I never wanted to forget.

Chris gently grabbed my hand, placing it against his larger one. Our fingers fit together like pieces of a puzzle. His hand was strong and firm, his fingers longer than mine, encompassing my hand completely.

He held our joined hands up, turning them slightly to inspect the size difference, his thumb rubbing my palm, the gesture both possessive and tender at the same time.

Chris guided my hand back to his cheek, holding it there as he closed his eyes. He leaned into my touch, his hand covering mine as he gently caressed the back of my hand.

His eyes remained closed, but a soft smile played on his lips, a look of contentment and bliss crossing his face. He seemed to relish the feeling of my palm against his skin, the warmth and the comfort of our connection.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flicking from one of my eyes to the other, then lingering on my lips. His expression was intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something unreadable.

He stayed silent, his eyes locked onto mine, the air between us thick with tension. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest, the steady thud echoing my own heightened pulse.

Chris leaned in closer, our faces now inches apart. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the words he spoke sent shivers down my spine.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured, his voice ragged with barely contained desire. His hand, still holding mine against his cheek, trembled slightly, the intensity of the moment clearly affecting him.

His gaze remained fixed on mine, searching my eyes for an answer. His breath was warm against my skin, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. The room was silent, the sound of our combined breathing and the faint city noise outside the only things breaking the intense quiet.

I could tell he was holding back, his control barely hanging on by a thread. But it was the vulnerability in his eyes, the uncertainty in his question, that made my heart skip a beat.

I nodded, my words stuck in my throat. The gesture was enough.

Chris' hand moved from my hand to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw as his lips moved towards mine.

The moment our lips met, it was as if a spark ignited. I brought my arm up, wrapping it around his neck, pulling him closer.

Our bodies pressed together, the space between us becoming non-existent. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft, tentative exploration of each other's lips. But soon, the heat between us intensified, our mouths moving more confidently, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other.

The last bits of sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing us in a warm, golden glow. The room was filled with a soft, almost dream-like ambiance, the light casting long shadows around us as the sun slowly set behind the city skyline.

As we lost ourselves in the kiss, the warm light danced across our skin, caressing us and creating an intimate bubble that shut out the outside world.

As the kiss broke, Chris leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against mine. Our noses lightly grazed each other, the sensation sending another wave of shivers down my spine.

His hand, still under my chin, continued to hold my face gently, as if anchoring me to him, while his breath came in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, the world around us ceasing to exist. All that mattered was the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our labored breathing, and the rapid beat of our hearts. His eyes remained closed, his expression a mixture of yearning and satisfaction. I held onto his neck, unwilling to pull away just yet.

My fingers gently carding through his hair, the soft strands running through my fingers. The action seemed to draw Chris out of his reverie, his eyes opening slowly, a lazy smile curving his lips.

He looked at me, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of playfulness. One of his hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer against him, as if he couldn't bear the distance between us.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice deep and quiet. His hand on my waist traced small circles with his thumb, the gesture sending tiny sparks of electricity through my skin.

I could only respond with a small, contented hum, my fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The sensation of his hand on my waist, the warmth of his body against mine, the sound of his voice, it all created a sense of safety and comfort that I wanted to hold onto a little longer.

Slowly, Chris shifted position, moving his head to rest in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled my skin as he settled against me, the weight of his body against mine both grounding and exhilarating.

I could feel his chest rising and falling against my own, the steady rhythm of his breathing an intimate and soothing sound. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me closer, as if trying to meld our bodies together.

After hours spent together, wrapped up in each other's arms, Chris reluctantly untangled himself from me, a soft, regretful sigh escaping his lips.

He stood up, stretching his limbs and running a hand through his hair, which was now tousled and unruly from my fingers playing with it. His t-shirt was slightly wrinkled, the fabric stretched in places from our earlier embrace.

Chris glanced over at me, his eyes roaming over my form on the bed, the sheets pooled around my waist. He let out a small sigh, his gaze filled with lingering desire, but also a hint of reluctance.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice rough and tinged with a hint of tiredness. He reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand next to him.

His thumb swiped across the screen, unlocking the device and revealing the time. “It's late,” he said, the words almost a whisper. The light from the screen illuminated his face in the dim room, casting shadows and highlights across his features.

Chris lowered his phone, the screen darkening and plunging the room back into semi-darkness. He turned his attention back to me, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I should get going,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet filled with reluctance. He took a step towards the door, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he was trying to memorize the sight one last time.

I sat up in the bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, my heart already missing the feeling of his weight on the mattress.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice soft and almost pleading. “It's pretty late. You could stay...if you want to, that is.”

Despite his reluctance to leave, Chris couldn't resist the pull of my words. He crawled back onto the bed, moving closer to me, the mattress shifting under his weight. When he reached me, his face hovered just a few inches from my own.

“I would love to,” he whispered, his voice gruff with unspoken desire, “but I don't want to worry Matt and Nick by staying out too late. You know how they get.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the mention of his brothers a soft, gentle reminder of the outside world that waited beyond our small bubble of intimacy. He reached a hand up to my face, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb rubbing gently over my lips.

“I'll come back soon,” he promised, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “As soon as I can. I need to see you again.”

The look in his eyes told me he meant it. He wanted this, us, just as much as I did. But duty and responsibility called, and with a final, tender kiss to my forehead, he pulled away, slowly detangling himself from the bed.

Chris stood up and put on his shoes, the laces tied in double knots. I got out of bed, the sheets falling away, leaving me in just an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.

I walked with him to the door, every step feeling like a countdown, each moment bringing us closer to the moment I would watch him walk out that door.

Chris reached for the door handle, his hand hesitating briefly on the cool metal, as if trying to prolong the moment just a little longer. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, he pulled it open, revealing the darkened hallway beyond.

The harsh glow of the hallway lights contrasted with the soft, warm light of my studio apartment, creating an almost stark division between us.

Chris turned to face me, his expression a mixture of reluctance and tenderness. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles and harsh lines that usually softened in my presence.

His eyes met mine, the blue irises darkened in the dim light. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of our emotions, hanging heavy between us.

I crossed my arms, hugging myself, as if trying to hold onto the last trace of him before he left. An unconscious act of physical comfort.

“Text me when you're home,” I whispered, my voice soft yet firm, filled with a hint of worry. I wanted to know he was safe, that he had arrived back home without incident.

A small, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips at my words. He knew I was concerned about him. “I will,” he said, his voice reassuring. “I'll text you the moment I'm home.”

Chris lowered himself, bringing his face closer to mine. Instead of a single, lingering kiss, he peppered my lips with multiple, small, quick pecks, each one like a silent promise, a small assurance that this wasn't goodbye.

His lips were warm against mine, the fleeting touch of each kiss a soft, soothing comfort. Though brief, each press of his lips against mine sent a tiny spark of electricity through my body, reigniting the fire that had started earlier, and reigniting the desire to keep him, if only for a bit longer.

Chris' phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the moment and bringing us back to reality. He withdrew slightly, fishing his phone out of his pocket with a grimace.

He checked the notification, the screen illuminating his face in the semi-darkness. “My Uber's here.”

Chris leaned in once more, his lips meeting mine in a final, longing kiss. The heat of it lingered, burning a memory in my mind.

“I'll see you soon,” he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with unspoken promises and an aching sort of sweetness.

He slowly pulled away, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek for a brief moment, almost like he was committing the feel of my skin to memory.

Then, with a final, bittersweet smile, he turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the suddenly silent and empty apartment.

A few minutes later, as I lay on my bed, the sheets tossed and tangled, my phone beeped softly, a notification from an incoming text.

I reached over to grab it, my heart already fluttering in anticipation. The notification was a simple message from Chris: ‘I'm home.’

The sight of those words made a small, relieved sigh escape my lips. Knowing he was safe, that he had made it back without incident, was like a weight lifted from my shoulders. I quickly typed out a reply, a simple ‘Glad u made it home safe :)’ and hit send.

The response from Chris came quickly, the dots appearing on my screen as he typed out his message.

‘Whenever you're able to, can you send me the pictures from the photo shoot?’ he asked, the bluntness of the request almost amusing after the intimate moment we had shared.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his directness. Typical Chris, always straight to the point. I responded with a quick, ‘Sure, give me a moment to edit them.’

I got up from the bed, making my way to my desk where my laptop and editing software were set up. As I waited for the computer to start up, my mind once again wandered back to the moments shared with Chris.

The soft, sweet kisses, the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the sound of his voice, roughened with desire. The memories were like a vivid dream, one I wanted to hold onto, to experience again and again.

I sat down at my computer, the familiar soft hum of the machine comforting. As the software booted up, I began to edit the pictures of Chris. Adjusting the lighting, the contrast, the cropping to highlight the clothes best.

With every click and drag of the mouse, the photos came together, the final result something that would sell the clothes perfectly.

Once I was satisfied with the edits, I uploaded the pictures to the website, making sure they were in the right place, paired with the right piece of clothing. The clothing itself was already something that would make people take notice, the added flair of Chris' modeling made them almost irresistible.

Once all the pictures were set on the website and matched with the correct clothes, I grabbed my phone and opened up my messages. I navigated to the conversation with Chris and quickly sent all the pictures to him.

‘There you go,’ I typed out, hitting send with a satisfied smile.

I sent a follow-up message, fingers flying over the screen. ‘Also finished the website. Just let me know a date and time to open it up.’

My thumb hovered over the send button for a fraction of a second before I sent it, a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it, the final step before his brand could launch into the world.

The response came back quickly, Chris' eagerness and excitement evident in his words. ‘I was thinking Friday around 12pm.’

I could almost hear his voice as I read the message. The confidence, the determination, all his usual traits coming through even in text form.

My heart skipped a beat. Friday was only a few days away. The culmination of all our hard work was coming to fruition.

I responded, a message that was both a confirmation and a silent reassurance. ‘Sounds good.’

Another message popped onto my screen, this time with an added note of concern. ‘Make sure you sleep now. I'll see you on Friday.’

A small smile tugged at my lips at his words. He knew me well. I'd probably stay up late, going over everything one last time to make sure it was perfect, especially now that we had a launch date.

‘I will, promise.’ I typed out, quickly hitting send. I knew he wouldn't believe me without a promise, but I was determined to get at least a few hours of sleep tonight.

Chris' response came back almost instantly, accompanied by a picture. It was a selfie, his face half buried into a pillow, exhaustion evident in his sleepy eyes. But his lips were turned up in a small, weary smile. Beneath the picture was a single word: ‘Goodnight :)’

I couldn't help but smile at the image of him lying in bed, his tousled hair and sleepy expression making my heart ache for him all over again.

I quickly sent back a text, a simple, ‘Sleep well, goodnight :)’ before locking my phone.

I finally climbed back into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. Every muscle in my body was tired, the events of the day catching up to me all at once.

As I laid my head against the pillow, I inhaled deeply, the faint scent of Chris on the sheets helping me relax even more. Within minutes, my eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep.

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amirasainz · 2 months ago

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I was wondering if you could write a Pierre x reader where it’s kinda like your lance one where they’re having a photo shoot but things get spicy

Oh my god. It's been so long since I wrote an Amira Sainz story. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to write one again.

Guys, you can always send me requests for anything❤️

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

No Part 2

The Perfect Shot

The sun hung high in the sky, its golden rays shimmering off the azure waves surrounding the luxurious yacht. The gentle rocking of the boat created a soothing rhythm, the sound of laughter mingling with the soft lapping of water against the hull. Amira stood at the edge of the deck, the salty breeze playing with her long, dark hair. She wore a stunning black swimsuit that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her figure. The elegant jewellery she adorned sparkled like stars against her sun-kissed skin, while her high heels lent her an air of sophistication even on a yacht.

Pierre leaned against the railings, wearing nothing but stylish swimming trunks that showcased his athletic build. He adjusted his sleek sunglasses, his heart racing at the sight of Amira. They were friends, of course—he had spent many weekends with the Sainz family, enjoying their hospitality and bonding with Carlos. But today, it felt different; the atmosphere was charged with a tension that made Pierre’s palms sweat.

“Are you ready, Amira?” he called, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Just a second!” she replied, turning to face him, the sunlight illuminating her face. “I want to make sure I look perfect for these shots!”

Pierre stepped closer, trying to keep his composure. “You already look perfect. You’re going to steal the spotlight, not just from the yacht but from the ocean itself.”

Amira blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with pink as she adjusted the necklace around her neck. “Stop it, you’re making me nervous!” She giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “This is just a fun photoshoot, right?”

“Fun? Absolutely! But also a chance for me to get some incredible pictures of you,” Pierre teased, stepping back to take a mental snapshot of her. “Just think of it as practice for when you become a model.”

“Me? A model?” Amira laughed, tilting her head in disbelief. “I think I’d trip and fall before the camera even clicked!”

“Not with me around to catch you,” Pierre shot back, his heart skipping at the thought. “Besides, you’ll be too busy stunning everyone with that smile of yours.”

With a playful eye roll, Amira joined him on the deck. “Okay, let’s get started before I change my mind!”

The photographer, a well-known professional with a reputation for capturing breathtaking moments, was already set up with his camera, ready to catch every smile, laugh, and spontaneous moment. “Alright, you two! Let’s get some warm-up shots. Amira, why don’t you sit on Pierre’s lap for the first pose?”

Amira’s eyes widened, and she shot a glance at Pierre. He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the rapid beating of his heart. “It’ll be fun, I promise.”

With a hesitant smile, she sat down on his lap, her heart racing for entirely different reasons now. The warmth of Pierre’s body radiated against her, and she couldn’t help but notice how close they were. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Perfect,” Pierre whispered, leaning in slightly so their faces were mere inches apart. “Just relax and have fun.”

As the camera clicked, Pierre wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her securely. “You know, you look absolutely stunning like this,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “The sea has nothing on your beauty.”

Amira giggled, feeling a thrill from the compliment. “You’re just saying that to make me blush!”

“I would never lie about something so important,” he replied, his tone playful yet sincere. “Trust me, you’re the highlight of my day.”

As they posed, Amira felt more comfortable, her laughter mingling with Pierre’s teasing remarks. He whispered sweet nothings that made her heart flutter, each comment bringing them closer. “What if I told you I’d never want to take my eyes off you?” he murmured, leaning closer.

“Is that a line?” she asked, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Maybe it’s a promise,” he replied softly, his eyes sparkling behind the lenses of his sunglasses.

After a few more poses, the photographer suggested they change locations to the front of the yacht. “Let’s try a more dynamic shot! Amira, stand at the edge while Pierre holds your waist from behind.”

Amira moved to the edge, her heart pounding as Pierre stepped behind her. She felt his hands at her waist, grounding her, and the ocean breeze blew her hair back dramatically. “Are you scared?” he asked, his voice low, sending shivers down her spine.

“A little,” she admitted, glancing back at him. “But I feel safe with you.”

“Good,” he replied, leaning in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. “Just remember to breathe. And if you fall, I’ll catch you.”

The photographer snapped away, capturing the moments of joy, laughter, and undeniable chemistry between them. As Amira leaned forward to pose, Pierre’s grip tightened, and he couldn’t resist whispering, “You know, if you keep looking that beautiful, I might just have to keep you on this yacht forever.”

“Is that so?” she teased, her heart racing. “And what would we do here? Just take photos all day?”

Pierre chuckled, his face lighting up. “Well, I can think of a few other things…” His voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air, thick with tension.

“Oh really? Like what?” Amira prompted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Like maybe having a little dance party on the deck, just us and the ocean,” he suggested, the playful glint in his eyes making her laugh. “Or a sunset picnic, where I can show you my cooking skills… or lack thereof.”

Amira’s laughter rang out, bright and genuine. “I’d love that, but we might need to stick to takeout unless you plan to burn the yacht down!”

“Touché! Let’s focus on the photoshoot for now,” Pierre said, laughing. “But remember, I have plenty of ideas.”

As they continued to pose, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over everything. Pierre’s playful side came out as he tried to make Amira laugh in every shot, pulling funny faces and whispering the most ridiculous compliments. “You know, if you don’t stop being this cute, I might really fall for you,” he joked, though a part of him meant every word.

“Good luck with that! I’m pretty clumsy,” she replied, laughing as she adjusted her hair.

Pierre smirked, “Clumsy is charming! It’s like a bonus point in the dating world.”

“Oh really? Is that how it works?” Amira shot back, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“It’s my philosophy,” he said, “and I might just have to test it out someday.”

Amira felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a flutter of excitement dancing in her chest. “Maybe we should make a deal then,” she suggested, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“A deal?” Pierre raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Yes! If you can make me laugh in the next few poses, I’ll agree to a sunset picnic,” she said, her smile infectious.

“Challenge accepted!” he grinned. “You won’t know what hit you.”

With renewed energy, they continued posing. Pierre made silly faces, spun around, and even tried to dance, making Amira laugh uncontrollably. The photographer captured every moment, but it was the chemistry between them that truly shone through the lens.

Finally, the photographer suggested a final pose as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of pink and orange. “Let’s do something romantic. Amira, sit on the edge, and Pierre, come behind her again, but this time, wrap your arms around her waist and pull her close.”

Amira’s breath caught as she followed the direction. She perched on the edge of the yacht, feeling the cool breeze against her skin. Pierre stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chest pressed against her back. “You’re going to fall!” she teased, turning her head to look at him.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” he whispered, his breath tickling her neck. “Just hold on tight.”

As they posed, Pierre leaned closer, his lips almost grazing her skin. “You know, this moment is perfect,” he murmured, a seriousness replacing the playfulness. “I can’t imagine sharing it with anyone else.”

Amira felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks. “You’re making me blush again!”

“That’s my job,” Pierre said, a playful smirk on his face. “Now smile for the camera, beautiful.”

As the photographer captured the moment, Amira turned her head slightly, and their lips brushed ever so lightly. Both froze, the air thick with tension as their eyes met. Pierre’s heart raced, and he felt a rush of boldness. “Amira, I…”

Before he could finish, Amira interrupted, her voice barely a whisper. “Maybe we should focus on the photos…”

But Pierre couldn’t resist the urge. “What if I told you I really like you, Amira? Like, a lot,” he confessed, his voice low and sincere.

Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight. “Really?” she asked, searching his face for sincerity.

“Absolutely. You’re amazing—funny, sweet, and beautiful. I can’t help it,” he admitted, his arms tightening around her as if to emphasize his words.

Amira felt a rush of warmth in her chest. “I had no idea you felt that

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The conference room buzzed with energy as Carlos and Charles sat across from each other, going over strategy for the upcoming race. The air was thick with anticipation until Carlos's phone buzzed incessantly on the table.

“¿Qué demonios?!” Carlos exclaimed, his eyes widening as he glanced at the screen. Photos of Amira in her black swimsuit, giggling and wrapped in Pierre’s arms on the yacht, flooded his notifications.

“Carlos?” Charles asked, noticing the sudden shift in his friend’s demeanor.

Carlos stood up, pacing the room, his fists clenching. “¡Maldita sea! This is unacceptable!” he swore in Spanish, frustration boiling over. “What the hell was Pierre thinking?”

Charles, looking pale, muttered, “I didn’t know… I thought they were just friends…”

Carlos shot him a look, his protective instincts kicking in. “Just friends? Look at those pictures! He’s all over her!”

Charles buried his head in his hands, his world crumbling. “Oh my God, please, no... Amira, no,” he murmured, instinctively praying in Italian, “Per favore, proteggila!”

Fred, sitting at the head of the table, sighed heavily, clearly done with the chaos. “Calm down, Carlos! You’re acting like a child. We have a meeting!”

“Not until I deal with this,” Carlos shot back, determination etched on his face. “I’m going to strangle Pierre!”

“Calm down before you end up on the front page of the tabloids,” Fred replied, exasperated, rubbing his temples.

As Carlos continued to pace, Charles whispered a silent prayer for Amira’s safety and asked God to give him the chance to do a photoshoot with her next.

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bangchansdirty-slut · 9 months ago

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A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.

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luciferism · 11 months ago

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[ "Serendipitous? Engagement" ]

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Summary: Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

You don't know why he had chosen you–out of all the rich people and nobles–but you accepted the proposal after mulling it over and over for almost a month. It was only an engagement for publicity after all, right?

Tags: 18+, one shot, explicit, eventual smut, PDA (making out in public), blow job while driving (giving), arranged engagement/marriage, use of sex toy (dildo), double penetration (penis and toy in one hole), creampie, erotic asphyxiation (choking/breath play), oral fixation, porn with feelings, reader is not Yuu (?)

Word Count: 9.1K words

A/N: I got a bit busy, but here you go. Merry Christmas and drive safe, kids!

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Pose, click, flash. Pose, click, flash. The camera shutter clicked away in each romantic pose of the couple.

"Can you two please get a bit closer?" The photographer begged.

The two of you stood in a beautiful artificial garden inside a studio, with flowers blooming all around, the fresh scent tickled your noses. He held you close to him and you embraced each other, as you looked into the camera with smiles that seemed genuine enough to the public. You two somehow looked like a sick ‘in love’ couple.

Leona could help but think of the experience as excruciating. As the photoshoot progressed and he spent more time in front of the camera surrounded by the opulence and pageantry of the engagement studio, he found himself growing increasingly annoyed and uncomfortable.

Although it was his idea to get engaged and hired you to become his beloved ‘fiancé’, and to dodge the impending doom of marrying another noble’s child; his fake happiness became harder to maintain as he thought about the real purpose of the engagement and the fact that it is just a contract and not a true sign of love or commitment.

"Leona, put your arms around your fiancé."

That set him off and his ears subtly flickered. He could have sworn he would have snarled if he did not know any better. Since he wanted to get this torture over with, Leona set his jaw and placed his hands on your hips. He felt the heat of your body radiate through.

The moment his fingers splayed across the smooth curves of your hips, his eyes had nearly crossed. The photographer saw his brain short circuit at the contact, but you did not. The photographer was thrilled with the new position and took more shots. The contact was agony. Leona could not wait to let you go.

"This is amazing! Keep it like this!”

The photographer clicked away, giggling and all giddy. Leona's eyes rolled into the back of his head. It's been a while for Leona since he felt heat like this against him.

"Okay, keep going! Now kiss."

Now he really wanted to gouge out his eyes. Leona pulled you close and put his arms around you. Your faces were so close, the contact of your breath and the warmth of your face were almost too much.

"Closer," the photographer pleaded once again.

As the poses got really awkward by each click, you wanted to choke the photographer like how you would throttle a chicken. Regardless, at the back of your mind, if you're going to be uncooperative, this will tarry a bit longer; and it does not take a genius to guess that the 'couple' were both uncomfortable.

However, you gave what the photographer wanted and clutched your deft fingers on the man's tie and pulled him down for a 'kiss'—that was only a touch lighter than a feather.

Leona's jaw tightened as you grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him into a faux kiss. But something about the gesture that caused his brain to short circuit again. The contact was fleeting but powerful.

The warmth of your lips lingered on his for a moment before you pulled back. The photographer was ecstatic and couldn't stop clicking away. Your touch caused Leona to take a deep inhale and he closed his eyes for a second. He had been shaken by the contact and he was not sure exactly why. His grip on your hips tightened.

The camera man himself was clicking with glee. He was taking photos from every angle he could think of, including overhead. He even told the two of you to kiss again from different angles. Leona and you were forced to pantomime an entire love-filled scene as the photographer continued with his photoshoot, capturing images in a variety of poses and settings.

Sooner, as if it was becoming too much, you escaped from Leona's tightening grasp with a small frown knitting on your forehead. Yes, you just made 'kissing' poses for a few minutes now and it was ridiculous.

You puffed before you spoke sternly, "Is this a bit too much? We've been at this kind of pose and you still haven't got a good shot despite your visible gleeful clicking... in every angle.”

"Have we mistakenly hired an incompetent one?" You shifted your weight on your right leg and waited for the photographer's response. You did not care if you were being a bit confrontational. Your work is waiting for you and you are way off the allocated schedule for today.

"Incompetent? I— you — how dare!" the photographer exploded as he took a step closer to you. "This is— " he broke in mid-sentence to click away, "—a very common and professional way to capture a couple's engagement moment—" Click. Click. Click. "—and I find it quite disrespectful how you treat my work." Click. Click.

The photographer crossed his arms and huffed. "I'll let you know that I'm very good at my job and I'm very good at what I do."

Click. Click. It seemed that the photographer was set on burning your retinas as another way to refute your words.

Your eyebrow raised at the photographer, finding the reaction of the man to your snide remark to be quite amusing to say the least. As the camera continued to shutter, a visible smirk was now painted on your features, which was a far cry from your normal disposition.

You turned back to Leona and proceeded to pose again, this time, with a dissipating smile on your lips. You spoke sternly once more, albeit merely a tease, "You better be."

Leona's gaze flitted between you and the photographer. He swallowed hard and tightened his grip on your hips. A soft shiver rolled down his spine when your eyes met, a soft flush suffused his face with warmth for a moment. It was like the temperature had spiked the second your lips brushed his own again.

The photographer snapped another photo and clicked, his gaze was sharp. You were slightly amused, but Leona was shaken for a reason he only had the answer to.

Leona's gaze landed back at the photographer, an edge to his tone as he demanded, "That's enough for now.”

The photographer finally stopped clicking and nodded at the couple.

"Excellent! Perfect! Just lovely. I'll go get your photos for you by this evening." A few more minutes passed before the photographer eventually left. And with that, your private photoshoot and the morning were over.

You almost practically jumped on your feet when the exasperating shoot was finally over and about. Despite your now stiff muscles, you carried your weight on the porcelain floor of the studio with deliberate strides of your legs towards a table where your things were seated at.

After that, you graced Leona with one last glance and a small nod as if saying, 'I'll go first,' then merrily made your way to the exit of the venue, letting Leona’s staff deal with the mundane task for the photoshoot’s aftermath. When your head was washed off of the photoshoot, your work almost immediately shoved the thoughts out and took the driver's seat of your mind.

Leona's eyes remain on the people around for a moment longer before finally moving to follow you with his eyes. The man watched as you started to leave. He shakes his head a little, irritated. Then with a sigh, he followed your lead. He walked after you through the double doors, catching up with you and taking you by the arm to stop you.

"Hold on," he said as he turned you towards him. "What's the rush?”

A plain brown envelope—filled with work documents—almost dropped into the floor when your grasp on it loosened from the abrupt pull of your arm. You were on the cobblestone sidewalk of the building and was ready to scurry away.

You were in reverie, already thinking of a myriad of things you would do back at your office for the rest of the remaining afternoon hours, but it seemed to you that you would not be able to do much, now that your 'fiancé' looked keen on maybe... spending time with you.

"Because Mr., I still have pending work for the day. I did not expect our photoshoot would devour time like that." You checked the time on your wrist watch briefly then fixed your gaze once again at Leona.

Your brows furrowed, not in frustration but rather curiosity, and spoke casually in a softer tone.

"Uhm... do you want to discuss more things about this? I'll opt out of my schedule for today. It seems I'm still behind regardless of whether I'll ditch you right now or not." Your lips curled into a friendly smile, but not overly done so, just the smile you use on strangers and acquaintances.

Leona studied you carefully before a small grin adorned his lips. The man’s hand reaches up and brushes his fingers across your lips. The action caused his stomach to flutter and his ears flicker as if he just had a rush of adrenaline.

"You're already a few hours behind, what's a few more?" he said as he leaned in a little closer. You realized you were nearly nose to nose at this point.

"I have one condition," he continued as his hands moved down to your hips again and he stepped fully into your personal space. "First, kiss me again," he said with a grin, his voice low and sensual, "Just one more time."

He made his condition sound tempting, like he was giving you a reward. He wanted to see if the same spark still exists between you the way it did only over an hour ago. If he was right, you two might not have to wait until the wedding for this feeling to be shared again.

As you felt Leona's hands back on your hips, your breath was caught in your throat and Leona might have succeeded in making your heart rate rise more than necessary.

"Wha—?" you uttered then landed your hand on Leona's chest as if you both unintentionally mimicked one of the many poses you did at the shoot.

As if a switch has turned on, a smug grin curled on your lips, your tease streak resurfaced just like how you confronted the photographer half an hour ago.

"Oh, my darling Leona, did my prior light feather kisses have affected you that much?" you audaciously goaded the man further with a coy smile.

Your hand on Leona's chest is like a jolt of electricity. His breath hitched and his heart raced. He can feel the heat rising on his skin. Leona stares at you, utterly transfixed.

"Yes..." he murmured. He stared at you with intensity, his expression was a mixture of want, longing and hunger and a little embarrassment. He could not quite meet your eyes as his skin flushed more.

"Again," he begged softly, "Do it again.” Leona took you by the collar and pushed you against the wall of the building and then leaned in closer. He pulled your head back to expose your neck. Leona was so close.

Leona stared deep into your eyes. You could smell his scent, a masculine musk and the faint scent of his cologne. You felt Leona's breath wafted on your face again, and something stirred deep inside you. Leona's expression was almost desperate, his green eyes filled with passion, desire and a hunger he cannot quite name.

You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding on your eardrums. The thought of being intimate in public and being brazen about it–albeit only kissing–made your blood boil; and Leona's desperation for your kiss fanned the burning embers of pride and desire inside you.

You may have looked cool outside but you are sure as hell of yourself that the man and his actions got you a bit worked up, but not as Leona was. As someone with an innate opportunistic trait, you decided to indulge not only Leona's wish but as well as to satisfy your own.

And so, your fingers framed Leona's sharp features, then you slowly leaned and passionately pressed your lips with him.

It was like lighting a match into a pool of gasoline—passion flared up and spilled over with a rush. Your pride and Leona's desire met in the middle and suddenly the spark of that kiss was all consuming. Your mouths pressed together urgently, desperately. The taste of him was all you thought of and the feeling of your lips on Leona's are like nothing else in the world.

You two kissed for several moments—or maybe several lifetimes. Leona's desperation mirrored yours and your emotions were so intense that you two did not notice the crowd that was passing by and gave you a look.

"Mmh," Leona mumbled against your lips.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to savor the moment. The two of you were lost to the outside world, not caring who may be watching or what they might think of. All that mattered was the passionate expression of desire.

Leona pulled you closer to him. A hand brushed your hair. It was an intense moment of connection for both of you as you both gave into the feeling. You two might have started a fake relationship, but the connection between you seemed almost real.

Your tongues clashed against each other for a few seconds before Leona pulled away. He was breathing hard and his tanned skin was pink with the flush. Leona slowly looked back at you, his expression was almost predatory, his gaze sharp and his jaw tight. He licked his lips and looked at you through heavy lidded eyes.

"Do that one more time," he uttered, his expression turning into a grin, "and we won't be going back to the office." Leona whispered something else in his mother tongue. His accent was thick.

Your lips met Leona's with almost a bruising force once more. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Leona pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around your lower back and holding you tight. Your kiss was paid in kind as he pressed his mouth against yours with ferocity.

You pulled away for a moment before licking Leona's bottom lip and returning to kiss him again, as if you could not get enough of what you had started. Your own lips opened to meet Leona's own and the passion of the moment was enough to cause a moan to slip past your lips.

"Darling," you whispered against Leona's mouth, "bring me somewhere private."

You begrudgingly pulled away, your lush lips colored in pink and were glossy from Leona's saliva. You were willing to give him more, to feel Leona's lips and tongue against your own with abandon.

His grip had tightened on your waist. He felt your heart pounding against his own chest. His breath is hitched for a moment, as if the act of breathing has become a conscious effort.

"You're mine," he whispered, "All of you."

His fingers moved up your neck to your ears and he whispered something in his language once again—something sweet and romantic. His eyes were sharp, but they were filled with a desire that was almost palpable.

"Yes..." You sighed and closed your eyes. "I’m yours, my darling."

Your relationship may have turned into something more as you both made your intentions known faster than any real relationship usually develops. Regardless, it did not matter for you both. The meaning of your whole interaction was crystal clear and you were not interested in being subtle or demure about it.

You opened your eyes again and pressed your lips against Leona's. If you were going to give all yourself to the man, you wanted to have a taste of what you are going to lose if you were not to give all of yourself.

After that last kiss, you pushed Leona away ever so slightly with a smoldering look on your face. "Now, don't make me wait, darling. I'll go mad."

You fixed your disheveled hair and clothes then looked back at the man, waiting for Leona to take you somewhere.

His breath is hitched at your words. His heart felt like it was going to beat straight out of his chest. The sound of blood rushing through his ears was all he heard. Leona looked at you for a moment before his eyes hardened and they burned.

His gaze traveled over your features. The way your clothes were slightly skewed added to your sexiness. Your lips were swollen from the kisses and your hair was rumpled and disheveled from his touch. You looked incredible and he felt the pull of desire like a strong magnet.

Leona kept staring at you through half lidded eyes. His expression was both playful and serious and there was a dangerous look to it that made your heart thrum in your chest.

"Darling," he said, his voice was husky, "How about we make up for lost time and go to my apartment?"

He was not wasting any time. Leona took you by the hand and pulled you down the street as he continued speaking.

"I'll make us something to eat and we can..." Leona let his voice trail off, but you were given a clear hint of his plans for the night.

“Yes,” you fired back a hardly subtle flirtatious look.

Your heart was pounding as this was not a feeling you had expected in this arrangement. You had never met anyone like Leona who could make you burn with just one look. You were not questioning this feeling you felt. No amount of rationalism and logic can take it away. This was the most real thing you had ever felt and you did not mind laying some layers of your armor down.

Leona felt something stir in his core. Something that could not quite be explained in words. At this moment in time, Leona Kingscholar felt vulnerable. He took a step back with a small smile on his face and a flush high on his cheeks. Leona's expression turned into one of pure amusement as he studied you.

He opened his mouth as if he was to speak for a moment before shaking his head. His lips parted and there was an unspoken word that seemed to rest on his tongue for a moment before he finally said it.

"Follow me.”

Leona was headed for his car and got into the driver's seat. He watched as you climbed into the passenger's seat and fastened your seatbelt. You both stayed in silence for a few moments before Leona's gaze landed on your lips. He started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. He took a moment to clear his mind.

"Before I take you to my place," he said, his voice was laced with something almost sinister but just playful enough to be considered teasing. "I want you to do one more thing for me.”

You shot him a knowing look, your eyebrow arched as you placed your things at the backseat of the car. Soon, your eyes brazenly swooped Leona's figure behind the steering wheel. You tilted your head to the side with a come-hither expression mixed with amusement.

"Pray tell, Leona," you bit your lower lip, "Is it something I'd enjoy?”

“Oh, you will.” A devious smile spread across Leona's lips. "Just something to do with those kissable lips."

He glanced over at you and his expression became one of smolder. He took a deep breath and looked back to the road. His gaze moved back to you and settled on your lips again. His pulse quickened and his stomach was filled with butterflies from the anticipation that was practically electric.

"When I start to drive," he continued, his tone was low and almost a whisper. "Kiss me.”

Your expression went from a subtle smile into a full grin. "Wouldn't that be too much of a risk?" You chuckled, your body was fully turned towards the driver's seat.

The car started to move slowly now and you ramped up your teasing. You could see Leona's jaw clenched and the way his fingers tightened their grasp on the steering wheel.

Leona swallowed hard and he could feel his stomach tighten, his mind filled with thoughts of doing something wild and reckless. Of putting all reason aside and doing something he might regret. He turned in his seat and met your gaze with a smile.

"But I want to try something new." His ears flickered and his eyes went downcast and back up in a gesture that seemed almost teasing and playful.

"Kiss me while I drive.” His gaze did not leave the road, but he could feel your fingers against him almost daring him.

"And I want you to tell me where you would want me to kiss you..." your voice trailed off. Your deft hand glided down on Leona's thighs, gently caressing the man's toned flesh up and down through his trousers, just barely touching Leona's growing huge bulge.

"Your pick," he murmured between a whisper and a groan. He shivered a little as his body reacted strongly to your touch. He could feel his face becoming hot as the blood rushed on it, feeling almost shy as he tried to resist.

"As for where," he smirked, "I think you know well which spot I'm talking about.” Leona's breath hitched. Every cell in his body was alive with raw passion. He felt the heat rising on his skin, the way you caress his thighs sent shivers up his spine.

His eyes are fixed on the road in front of him. However, he could not seem to keep his eyes from glancing down. He did not dare to look at you, not while he's driving. He could not help but squirm a little in his seat as your hand caressed him. If you two were not in a moving vehicle, he would take you right there and claim you. No questions asked.

"Just drive slowly or stop driving if it becomes too much." Your lips curved into a devious grin. What you were about to do was certainly something a bit risky considering Leona was still driving the car. However, your devil's advocate side of your personality bested your rationale at the moment.

So, you loosened your seatbelt and leaned closer to the driver's seat. With swift movements of your hands, you unbuckled Leona's belt and unzipped the man's trousers.

"Oh? Just to my liking." A look of one being impressed colored your features as you laid eyes upon Leona's hardening dick.

The bulge was huge alone and it certainly was impressive to the point your mouth shamelessly watered. You took a deep breath and kissed Leona's biceps through his suit jacket before going down on him—licking and sucking the cockhead and tasting him—as the man drove the car back to his apartment.

Leona's face was flushed with intense passion and heat. His jaw slackened and a soft groan escaped his lips as you did whatever you wanted. He drove the car as best he could, which was not very good at all. His concentration and focus were entirely on the feeling of your warm and moist mouth around his cock.

The car zigzagged to the side from time to time, almost making it off the road and onto the sidewalks. But Leona hardly notices. He was lost in a world of bliss and your hands and mouth.

The car really veered onto the sidewalk now as it moved at a slow speed, almost hitting a cyclist. Leona's eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. He was completely immersed at the moment. His body was completely consumed by you and every nerve was on fire, every cell in his body alive with need and lust.

Leona was not driving—at least not like he was supposed to. His concentration was completely elsewhere, with you being the focal point of his universe. His voice was soft and hoarse. His eyes flickered in their sockets.

"D-don't make me crash," Leona manages to mumble as he leaned back against the driver’s seat.

He glanced down at you and you could guess how flushed Leona's face was as he continued to drive whilst you gave him head. Leona let out a low groan, his heavy eyes were trained on the road ahead once again.

He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand, to keep his attention on the car and its movements. But it was a real struggle, especially with your talented mouth on him.

You popped Leona's cock out of your mouth and almost sat back up. A soft chuckle slipped from your lips as your eyes glinted in mischief. Your face was flushed as well and your heart continued to pump blood more than it should; and your tongue reveled in the aftertaste of Leona’s precum.

"My god, you're like a drunk driver," you teased in barely a whisper.

Your eyes darted from Leona's flustered face and back to still his hard cock, before you helped Leona in stopping the car on the side of the road. You wiped the sweat off Leona's forehead with a handkerchief and kissed his cheek.

"Let me drive back to your condo and we'll continue there," you quavered, as you tried your best not to laugh too much. You offered knowing damn well Leona had not come yet.

Leona was completely overwhelmed by the sensations you were giving him that he was not even fully aware of his surroundings anymore. He was lost in this moment of absolute lust and passion.

"Sevens..." he whispered. He leaned in and kissed your cheek as well.

With one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, he looked at you with a small smirk on his lips, still catching his breath.

"You better make up for this, darling," he said, his voice hoarse as he stared at the road ahead.

"Yes, Leona. You will always have me." Your expression softened then zipped Leona's pants back before you switched seats.

With Leona's guide, you drove the way back to Leona's apartment. After a few more minutes, the two of you were finally inside Leona's luxurious place and you did not have the time to observe and adore the aesthetics of the interior because he practically pounced on you as soon as the door was locked.

Leona pushed you against the wall as soon as he locked the door. Leona's lips move over your mouth, pressing lightly, playfully.

"Oh, is someone eager to finish what he started in the car?" you whispered. You bit your lower lip as you eyed Leona. The heat was palpable as you watched Leona push you against the wall.

Your mouths met once again, more passionate this time and both of you groaned into it. You tasted as divine as anyone can taste—and judging from the heat and intensity of Leona's kiss, he wanted more of you with every iota of his being.

Your bodies pressed against each other as Leona pulled you closer, his hands running up and down all over your body, cupping, molding you to the perfect shape he had always fantasized about. Leona's tongue pushed into your mouth, then he let out a moan, and your breaths mingled together as the kiss grew even deeper.

The moment between you both was filled with intense heat and passion. Your scent filled his senses and it was impossible to resist you. Leona could not bear it any longer and broke the kiss.

"Bedroom," is all he muttered before dragging you towards his bedroom.

"You're so forward. I love that," you uttered, smiling up at the man whose eyes seemed to contain an intensity that could burn a hole through your body.

You were more than happy to let Leona take you to his bedroom, but you would like to return the favor... eventually. For now, you let yourself be taken to the bedroom and wait for whatever Leona has in mind.

The bedroom's door slammed shut and locked immediately as Leona pushed you into the room.

"Get on the bed."

Leona pushed you down onto the bed and stood directly near the bed’s edge, looking down with a stern stare.

"Don't you ever forget it,” his expression was harsh and serious, although there was a hint of amusement in those emerald eyes.

His voice contained an authoritative and dominant tone, but there was a certain passion to it as well. The way he looked at you let you know exactly what Leona has in mind.

"And don't move," Leona almost demanded as he left the bedroom. What could he possibly be doing?

While you wait for Leona to make a move, Leona's footsteps were heard coming towards the bedroom.

He appeared in the doorway again with a box sitting in his hands. He smiled sweetly at you and sat on the edge of the bed before taking the lid off the box and opening it in front of you.

"Just wait and see," he whispered, his tone full of excitement, his body tense with anticipation of what is to come.

Leona took something out of the box and presented it to you. "Do you think it'll fit?"

That was it. Your heart had finally drummed loudly in your chest. You only had little idea what was going on right now.

Leona's eyes are focused on you, intense and full of desire. Your expression showed confusion, but there was also a hint of excitement.

It did not take long for you to realize what Leona was trying to tell you, and your eyes lit up. Leona gave you the same look and the two of you were at each other as your bodies pressed close together.

Leona's eyes were on fire and his lips curved into a playful grin when he saw the excitement on your face.

"You're so ready for it, aren't you?" He chuckled and kissed your neck softly. "But just like you made me wait in the car, you'll have to wait again."

He moved slightly away from you. "Watch carefully as I'm going to put it on you.”

Leona opened the box fully and took out the item inside. He looked at it for a moment, considering what he was about to do. He glanced over at you, your gaze was on him as well—burning with desire and anticipation. Leona could see the thirst for him in your eyes.

He moved again closer and placed one leg on the bed. Your eyes remain locked on him and you could not help but smile back at him before moving your hand closer to the box's content.

He picked it up and held it up in front of you. "Do you know what this is?" Leona whispered. He moved his hand up to the top of it and ran the tips of his fingers over it. His eyes are full of mischief and excitement.

"I'm going to put it on you," his gaze moved from the item to you and back to the item again, "...and then," Leona whispered, his tone full of passion and heat, "I'll do to you what only I know how to do.”

Your lips parted in a soft hiss and you opened your mouth to speak but no sound came out. Your eyes were glued to what Leona was holding, a sex toy—a transparent, big dildo—but not as impressive as Leona’s cock. The sight had caused your heart to beat faster and your breath trapped in your lungs.

You could see Leona's amused reaction as he moved closer to you. Leona's nimble fingers slowly reached towards you and began to remove your clothes, piece by piece, with almost like an expert's touch. By the time he was done unfastening your clothes, Leona's breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of passion and lust.

He kissed you again, then slowly moved down your body. He started with your shoulders, then kissed and sucked on your neck, before moving down to your chest. Your skin was hot and you could feel Leona's warm breath wafting against your skin. Leona took his time, exploring and adoring your body.

Leona's lips curved into a playful grin when he saw your look of complete lust and anticipation. He reached for a bottle lube that was also in the box and lathered his hands, your most sensitive parts and the said sex toy with it.

"Don't move," he whispered. "Just spread your legs." He moved closer, the lubed dildo was now in his grasp. His face was full of anticipation and playfulness.

"Ready? We're going to find out just how much of a darling you can be." With that, Leona slowly yet surely slid the toy inside your entrance until it settled quite snuggly.

Your body trembled from the initial pleasure of your flesh stretching from the dildo’s intrusion. Your eyes almost immediately fluttered closed and moaned softly—trying to keep your composure. The feeling of the toy sliding inside you was unlike anything you have ever experienced before. A wave of pleasure washes over your body.

As Leona kissed your shoulders, your breathing quickened. You reached out to touch him, but remembered, "Don’t move."

Leona’s lips trailed kisses on your jaw, neck and collarbones, gradually increasing the intensity of what he was doing to you. You felt like you were losing control over your body at this point as you did short and sharp inhales.

You opened your eyes and stared intently at Leona sitting in front of you and pumping the dildo inside your walls while showering you with kisses and nibbles..

"Ohh... Leona..." You groaned loudly when your lover moved it slightly faster. You could not keep still anymore and grasped at Leona’s hair.

Leona's hand went still, letting the movement of your hips bring you your own pleasure as you squirmed and moaned his name.

"That's it," Leona cooed. Your movements sent little shivers down his spine. You were so responsive and it turned him on harder than he already was. Leona's eyes were on you, watching you writhe in pleasure.

"Can you handle more?" he whispered as he slowly moved the dildo inside you again, as his face was adorned by a mischievous grin.

He moved his mouth lower and bit your neck, gently at first, but then harder. Leona was enjoying the feeling of your body reacting to the electric sensations of his touches.

His voice became a hoarse whisper as he whispered again in your ear, "Is this feeling good, darling?”

"Ahh… yes, Leona," you whimpered, losing more and more control over your body as Leona's touch and the movement of the dildo inside you became more intense. The pleasure had started becoming too much to bear.

You sighed and you were not able to speak properly at the moment. You were almost out of breath. There were a plethora of things that you wanted to say at once, but the sensation coursing throughout your body was so intense and so overwhelming, that you could not think of anything other than how amazing it was all.

"Oh my god..." You moaned as your body squirmed around wildly on the bed. You could not help it.

You were moaning loudly, your voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. You reached out for Leona's back, your fingers digging into his skin as you tried to hold on to the man in front of you.

"Leona, I can’t... yes, more...”

Leona's eyes twinkled with excitement as he watched you lose yourself in the pleasure you were experiencing. Leona took the toy out slowly, leaving you craving for more. He pressed his body against yours and pulled you a bit closer.

"Do you want more of me?" he whispered in your ear, his voice laced with eagerness and lust. Leona's hand found your hand and he gripped it tightly. Your throat was making little noises of pleasure as Leona continued to touch you, moving the item inside you once again in the right spots, and the two of you found it hard to resist each other.

Leona's tongue slowly teased your ear and nibbled on it, which only adds to your pleasure. He moved the toy inside your clenching muscles with deliberate movements, teasing you for a few seconds before increasing the pace.

"Are you ready?”

Leona's hand was still entwined with one of yours. His eyes are locked on you, watching you lose control of yourself, watching you squirm and moan with pleasure. He watched that look of need and desperation on your face and smiled.

"Say it," he taunted, his eyes shining with teasing light, his voice full of promise and intensity. "Say exactly what you want, darling herbivore."

As your breath caught in your throat, you looked at Leona with your desperate, half-lidded eyes. You licked your lips and tried to collect yourself, but you were lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you.

You swallowed hard and tried to speak. "I want you," you whispered, your eyes burning with lust and excitement. "I want you inside me as well."

The way you held onto Leona was a testament to the words you spoke. You craved Leona's touch, his kisses, his words. You craved Leona.

"I need you," you added. You needed to have Leona at the moment and you could not wait any longer.

Leona's heartbeat quickened and he felt a surge of intensity and pleasure. His voice was full of playfulness and love when he whispered back.

"And you'd have me, my darling."

Leona's eyes were shining with desire as he brought his mouth to yours again. Your lips met for a soft and gentle kiss, but it became more heated and intense after a few seconds.

He pulled away and smiled at you. His eyes were filled with desire and his voice was deep with affection. "Do you need me right now?”

“Yes… I want you to fuck me,” you snapped back an answer quickly.

Leona's eyes burned with desire and promise as you whispered exactly what Leona wanted to hear. "And you'll get me," he said with a low, husky tone.

He leaned closer to your body and slowly reestablished the dildo’s movement back inside you. His eyes were fixated on your face and occasionally glanced at your stimulated entrance—which was emitting amorous squelching sounds in every thrust—making sure that you were completely lost in the vortex of pleasure.

"Mmm, yes, Leona... more... this feels amazing..." You moaned audibly when Leona moved the item inside your body again. Your body squirmed and arched in pleasure, making sounds and making Leona more excited to give you what you wanted.

"I always get what I want," Leona whispered. He sounded confident and you could tell that Leona meant every word of it. The man swiftly removed his clothes, letting himself get completely exposed in front of you.

You grabbed at Leona's biceps, your fingers digging into the man's arms. You were breathless as your body responded to his touches and kisses. Leona's confident, teasing words and his naked physique made your blood boil with utter anticipation. You knew you should say something, but words are just too hard to come by at the moment.

Only one thing is sure, you wanted more of Leona. You really needed to have him. The sheer want and need were consuming you, burning you with desire, and no amount of self control was going to stop you from getting what you wanted.

You were greedy of Leona and there was nothing you wanted more than to have your faux fiancé's cock together with the toy inside you. It may have sounded intimidating, but you were open to experiencing such pleasure... and pain.

Leona grinned mischievously as your moans grew louder and you started begging for more. He held onto you tightly, almost pinning you to the bed.

The feline man was hungry for you. He was hungry for you in a way that he had never felt before. He was greedy too—almost possessive—which was a vague indication that he probably wanted to have you way before your faux engagement.

Leona's kisses traveled from your lips to your neck and you could feel your body writhing and moving under his touch. Your hands were everywhere on Leona now, gripping the man's body tightly.

Leona loved this. He adored that desperate want coming from you. He watched your contorted, pleasured expression as he moved the dildo slowly in and out of you as deep as you had let him.

"You'll get more than this," Leona whispered, "Let yourself feel everything and I'll give you everything."

And so he did, he gave you what you wanted despite not being told explicitly. Leona positioned himself after spreading your thighs further. You could barely think straight at this moment.

"Yes," you murmured, then bit your lips. Your body was quivering and the incredible pleasure continued to ripple throughout your body and you did not want it to ever stop.

The thought of being both penetrated by the toy and Leona left you feeling hotter and breathless; and you made sorts of little whimpers as you tried to hold back. You were almost in pain from the sheer arousal you felt between your legs—but the pleasure bested the other.

Your glazed eyes were fixed at Leona with a pleading look—wanting everything from him. You wanted Leona's touch so much and wanted to feel it everywhere. And it made you surprised with yourself.

"Please," was all you could manage to mumble at this point.

Leona cock was also lubed now; and with the most gentle and slowest pace, Leona slid himself inside you while the toy was occupying your needy hole—which had made your insides incredibly tight around both his cock and the dildo.

"I'll give you everything I have and more." His voice was deep and passionate. He held onto your waist tightly and kept his cockhead stretched the way for his whole length as he continued to slowly kiss your neck and collarbones.

"You're mine now, mine to possess", he whispered.

Leona's breaths were heavy with heat. He started to move his hips at a titillating slow pace, which gradually became slightly more intense with each thrust. Leona's lips left your neck and he kissed you on the lips.

"You are mine," Leona softly moaned as he moved slowly inside your tight walls. "I'll have you all night," he whispered again and his voice was husky.

His lips met yours in another fiery kiss as he held onto your body tightly, letting the sex toy move together and against his cock inside you. As he does, the sound of flesh meeting flesh was heard, a loud and wet sound that filled each corner of the room.

You were now fully lost in the feeling of pleasure that Leona was giving you. Your mind was drifting farther as Leona’s cock reached deeper than the toy, as your mind was being consumed by the cascading pleasure and pain you were experiencing. The way Leona's manhood hit deep inside you and the way the toy moved with the man's thrusts, made a pleasurable burning sensation on your skin as they both stretched your walls and entrance out.

"You're so tight," Leona chuckled. Leona moved faster and with more intensity each time he thrust himself inside you.

As Leona moved slowly and then picked up the pace, your whole body squirmed and moved underneath the man. Your eyes were shut tight and you were letting out whimpers with each movement.

He was doing it very carefully so he could enjoy every moment of it. With each stroke, he knew that you were feeling more pleasure. As the pace continued to pick up, Leona's kisses on your lips and neck grew more intense as well. He gave you a taste of exactly how demanding he can be when it comes to claiming what's his.

Leona held you tightly and put one hand around your throat. There was a slight pressure, but he was sending a message to you. The feeling of being slightly suffocated added to the pleasure as you felt more and more desperate for Leona's touch, desperate for Leona's dominance over you.

Your muscles clenched more around Leona's cock as you gripped him tightly on the shoulders, nails scratching and digging Leona’s skin. Your eyes were locked on Leona, your breath was quick and your heart raced even more. You could not take more and you were already so close to the edge. Your moaning and whimpering grew louder with the rhythm of Leona’s thrust.

"Tell me what you are," Leona whispered, "Tell me what you are for me."

The hand on your throat began to tighten, just a little. It was not painful, but enough that you might start to feel the lack of oxygen.

"Tell me," Leona said again, "I want to hear you speak my name.”

Your voice was husky and hoarse from your moans and his grip around your neck, and your body was squirming and moving underneath Leona.

"You're... my... owner," you uttered hoarsely, "I'm yours..."

Leona's grip on your throat tightened more and you could feel the lack of oxygen. You felt light-headed but you continued to obey Leona's commands.

"You're mine and only mine," Leona murmured. "Mine to own, to use, to dominate..." He put his mouth to your ear and whispered, "You belong to me."

Your face was flushed red and eyes were half-shut. You could not control your body anymore and all of your focus is on Leona.

"Yours," you whispered back, "I am yours."

For you, giving up control to Leona was a huge deal. Saying those three words to someone was not something that you do often, but for Leona, you were surprised of how you were so willing to do it. You wanted to give yourself almost entirely to Leona, so compelled to submit to the man like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Yes," Leona replied, his voice laced with emotion. "Mine."

Leona kept his tight grip around your throat, still not in a painful way, but Leona was holding you now right on the edge of where you were about to lose yourself in pleasure more than you already are.

He let go of your neck and leaned backwards off the top of your body. He gave you a devilish grin, and then the toy was out—and you were feeling the full power of Leona's cock inside you.

Your fingers dug into Leona's back. Your mouth opened into a moan as your body moved frantically under Leona's touch. Your legs locked around your fiancé in a vice grip.

"God!" you exclaimed, your voice shaking with passion. You tried to slow down the pace again and gain control, but miserably failed. You breathed heavily and were unable to speak as though it would take too much effort to do so. You were lost in the abyss of pleasure, only able to let out little whimpers and squeals as Leona moved inside you.

What little control you had been able to retain were all gone. You did not want to fight Leona's touch; you were craving it, demanding it. You wanted to give yourself to the man in front of you, and wanted this to be Leona's best experience.

Leona moved your legs to the side to place you in a better position. His hand slid back around your throat, but again, not painfully tight but enough to maintain control. One hand gripped the side of your body to give support as Leona started to move again.

The sound of your bodies coming together filled the room. And each time he moved inside you, Leona grew more intense as his touches and his kisses became more passionate and full of desire. He was doing this as much for himself as he was doing it for you.

"Let it go," Leona commanded. "Give yourself to me."

You felt yourself getting closer to the edge. Each thrust brought you one step closer to that final act of lust and the sweet, sweet release. Warm air hit your face as he started to puff his breath, it felt like he could explode as well. His hips were moving with haste, each movement bringing him closer to climax as well.

"Almost there," he teased. "What could you say for me to help you get there?”

"Use me as you wish, Leona," you whispered in a broken voice. "Make me yours."

The words flew out of your mouth and then you stopped. Your eyes were glazed over, you were so close now. You bit your lips and tried hard to control yourself, but you could not, the pleasure of being filled by Leona's cock in successive hard thrusts was too good for you to resist.

"I'm yours," you murmured breathlessly, and then the words came out of you in a deep groan.

The tension in your muscles, in your body, became so sharp. Your moans were shaky, your breath was weighted and your mind was fuzzy. You were right there. A little more and you would explode. Your body was moving faster and faster beneath Leona as you tried to clung onto that tiny bit of control that was left. But deep down, you knew that control was all but lost. You were already too deep.

"Leona…" you whispered, "Please.”

Your eyes were fixed on Leona, on his face, his expression, but Leona could feel that your gaze was not just focused on him, but something else as well. Something that would make you reach the edge faster.

"Yes, darling," Leona replied. "You’re mine."

Leona's movements became quick and relentless as he moved inside you. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh became increasingly louder as he moved with more intensity.

"Yes... yes, oh god," he whispered again.

Leona was almost there, he felt the rush of pleasure coming on and he could feel it building from the center of him to its outer edge. He moved against you with frantic pace, his hands squeezing at your ass then back to your hips, tightening his grip there.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The feeling that you were able to experience at Leona's touch, his scent, his movements, the sensations as your body responded to all of this was heavenly.

"Leona... I can't take it anymore," you gasped sharply, "I can't hold it in."

Your body was shaking, your muscles tightened even further around his shaft. You were at the edge, and it was only a matter of time before you would lose yourself in pure ecstasy.

You whimpered loudly and pushed back against Leona, your eyes squeezed shut as you approached the summit of pleasure. Your breaths were caught inside your lungs as you held them in. Your hands curled into a ball as you gripped the sheets tightly, fingers pressing into the material and then you broke—and let out a sharp moan, your body was writhing against Leona as you experienced the pleasure of climax.

"Mine, my precious fiancé," Leona cooed in a low voice as his body let out a deep moan that rocked his entire frame.

He pulled you back in, into his body again. He grabbed you by the arms, pushing you against his chest as he gripped onto you. He leaned down and kissed you, hungrily, passionately. His thrusts slowed down as he moved deep inside you, wanting to drag out the pleasure longer. Each stroke was more gentle than the last as the feeling of pleasure turns to one of peace. He held you in him and it was warm, comforting even.

Leona was close to his climax as well. Your movements were sending him over the edge. He held onto you tight as he let out a sound of pleasure himself. He rolled his hips as he pushed inside you all the way and felt the heat pulsating between the two of you. Both of you were locked together from passion. Leona's body jolted in ecstasy as he released it all.

You two shared a moment of intense pleasure followed by an explosion that gave Leona a moment of silence, where he was just breathing and feeling the ecstasy fade. He had to catch his breath as much as you do.

Your body went limp underneath Leona's. Your breath was shaky, your voice hoarse, and you were still trying to keep your eyes open. It was like you were being swallowed by Leona's embrace. Leona's cock was still throbbing with ecstasy and you felt it twitched as he filled you up with his semen. The sensation of Leona's climax was a powerful one and it lingered for some time between the two of you.

"Leona..." you called, your voice was husky. Breathless. You had just experienced a high unlike any other. You were feeling hot, flushed and alive.

"That was..." you paused as you attempted to control the heat still sweeping through your body. "That was everything I wasn't sure I wanted." You smiled softly at Leona. "You made me want it."

"I love you.” A few simple yet powerful words were said. He had just confessed with a tone full of sincerity. Leona’s hands ran through your hair and he sighed softly. He was exhausted from the intense feelings building inside him and he felt you still pulsating around him and the sensations that come with that.

"I love you," Leona repeated. "You're my whole world. And if you want, I'll make you mine—truly mine."

Leona leaned down and kissed you with renewed passion. He finally confessed his feelings and his intentions he wanted to tell from the start. The arranged engagement was not just a publicity stunt, it was a ploy to have you for himself. He knew he danced around the bush for a long time and tested the waters since the thought of his deep affection being unreciprocated somehow scared him.

Leona's voice filled the room as he spoke again, "I'm yours. You belong to me. Marry me.”

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