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seeingivy · 1 year

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king of my heart

satoru gojo x f!reader

maybe satoru gojo, the man you were arranged to marry by your very annoying parents, was the one you were waiting for all along

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: arranged marriage trope, megumi + tsumiki kiddos, annoying parents, mentions of drinking + prom/highschool LOL

an: taylor swift satoru gojo propoganda returns.

You hold the vase of tulips in your hands, your palms sweating against the glass secured in his hands. You sincerely hope your anxiousness doesn’t make you drop the flowers before you can hand them to Mrs. Gojo. That would be a disaster.

Your parents are behind you, locking up your car and fussing over your outfit. Your mother had picked out a pale, baby blue dress for you, a modest cut but flattering your best features (according to her) - your hips, shoulders, collarbones. She’d given you a sparkling silver necklace to match, to draw attention to you. You silently wonder when she became such a conniver, hand picking your best traits to put on display for the Gojo family.

Your father’s mimicking her motions, taming down your stray hairs. You had braided the front pieces of your hairs just behind your ears and curled the rest of your loose hair to perfection. Your mothers request, of course. He’s less anal than her about the entire affair, but you don’t miss his nervous twitching as you walk up to the door.

The only person you can stand is your little brother, Saiki, who's been rolling his eyes since we started driving here. He thinks the entire proceeding is archaic, which it is, and has vehemently been making his disapproval known. He would keep it going, but there was talk of grounding on the table, which silenced him all together.

The four of you gather on the steps of the Gojo's mansion. You prepare yourself, mentally running through the steps your mother had drilled into you since you started meeting potential suitors a few months ago. Polite nod to the husband, hand the flowers and press a kiss to the wife, a shy smile to the suitor.

The three of them are crowded at the door, Satoru Gojo towering over the two of them. You’d heard of him before, your mother mentioning that their family was one of the most esteemed business owners in our entire social circle. She had never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, which killed her every night (you’re sure of it), until now. A mutual friend had mentioned the Gojo family was looking for their daughter in law to “perfect their set” and your mother was all too willing to offer you up on a silver platter.

You do as your told. You knew you would have to anyway and struggling was useless. Plus, you’d sworn off love as of late anyways. This is what you were primed for - that shiny medical degree, your private pediatric practice - they’re all sparkly little gimmicks meant for this. A selling point.

The door opens and you start. First, a polite nod to Mr. Gojo, who gives you a chill with his stare. His eyes are void of warmth, the cerulean blues staring back into your eyes. His hands are cold when you press them together to shake, the same cold gaze being exchanged with your parents over the back of your shoulder.

Second, flowers and a sweet kiss to Mrs. Gojo. She dotes over the tulips, in a polite way, before dismissing them away to the servants you didn’t notice standing against the wall. You thank the servant for taking the vase, giving a warm smile before pressing a kiss to Mrs. Gojo’s cheek. Ice cold.

Third, a shy smile to the suitor. Whatever the fuck that means. You meet his gaze, half obscured by the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. He’s dressed in a buttoned up white shirt, the sleeves rolled past his forearms. The slacks are pressed to perfection, his shoes shined so well you could use them as a mirror. You give him a smile, which he halfheartedly returns. It seems he’s more interested in talking to Saiki than you.

The seven of you walk down the length of the hall, the table set up with white lilies and silver tablemats. Mrs. Gojo turns to Satoru, insisting that he take you and Saiki on a tour. Satoru nods, begrudgingly, before gesturing to you and Saiki to follow him up the stairs.

When you reach the top of the stairs, Satoru turns to a painting on the left, a painted portrait of his family when he was way younger. They all have solemn looks on their face, Satoru’s hinting on the borderline of irritation and boredom. Before Satoru can start his riveting spiel, Saiki interrupts him.

“Are you really going to make us do a real tour? Do you have video games or something till we have to go back?”

You dig your hand into his shoulder, bending down to his height and squeezing slightly.

“Saiki. Be nice.”

“Mom’s not nearby, you know?”

“She has superhuman, x-ray vision, Saiki. I bet she can see you from here.”

The two of you laugh and you ruffle his hair before you stand up again. You pat down the pleats of your dress, drying your palms against the fabric, as you turn back to Satoru.

“We don’t actually have to do a tour if you don’t want to. I have Mario Kart in my room.”

You and Saiki shoot him glimmering smiles, following him down the length of the hallway. He opens his bedroom door for you, the room the exact opposite of the perfectly proper, museum like decor downside.

His walls are navy blue and littered in posters and pictures. You can see his diploma hung up on the wall, right next to a poster for the Spongebob movie.

“I’m shocked they even let you do this.”

“They didn’t, Y/N. I just did it anyway.”

You nod at his words, turning your neck back to the walls. Saiki and Satoru sit on the floor, legs crossed, playing the game as you take a moment at each section, observing all the pictures. He has what seems like twenty or thirty pictures of his friends - sleeping in class, sitting by a lake, studying in a library. You don’t miss the multiple pictures of the girl with dark hair, a scar pressed against her nose. Especially the one of him kissing her cheek.

The other picture that stands out is a picture of Satoru himself, from when he was younger. The picture was clearly taken from above, an exasperated look pressed on little Satoru’s face. You can’t help but think he looks sad, lonely in the picture and commit it to memory. Your parents were more irritating than most, but Saiki got you through.

You settle down onto the floor next to them, Saiki handing his controller as you start to play.

“One more round and we should head back.”

You nod, playing the game, the pictures rattling around in your head.

The dinner is horrible, obviously. You were seated in between Satoru and his father, with Saiki exiled all the way at the end of the table. You shoot him glances every few seconds, trying your best not to smile at his very clear distaste for it all.

You can sense the dynamics fitting into your mind, observing every little thing to better understand what you were getting into. After all, the Gojo’s were going to be your family in a few months, whether you liked it or not.

Satoru has a clear distaste for his parents. His father, more than his mother. You can just tell by the way they look at each other. You think back to the picture, the one of him when he was younger, and can’t help but wonder if his father took it.

After dinner, your parents and Satoru’s convince force the two of you to take a walk along the garden, alone. You nod, preparing yourself for what was coming. A moonlit walk, pleasantries, and a ring secured on your finger by the end of the walk.

The two of you walk in silence, a respectable distance between the two of you. You can smell his cologne as you walk next to him, the breeze in the air making the hair on your arms stand up.

You press your hands across your arms, entering the gazebo with Satoru. The two of you take a seat on the bench in the middle, keeping a respectable distance.

“Y/N.”

“Can I say something first?”

He nods, leaning over the bench to meet your eyes. The only light in the gazebo is from the tiny, sparking fairy lights around the interior, the moon shining through the openings on the side. You can’t help but wonder if things were different, that this might have been the happiest moment of your life.

“I would like to be married by name. I figure you have a girlfriend, that girl from the pictures in your room with the scar on her nose, and that’s fine. I’d just like to keep it up for images to satisfy both of our parents, since I figure yours are as relentless as mine.”

The two of you sit in silence, the words hanging in the air. You focus on the lilies growing by the edge of the opening, wilting in the air of the night.

“You’d be okay with that?”

“I was never expecting us to fall in love. We just have to do what we’re asked, keep our own lives outside of it.”

He nods, the silence returning. You can see the gears moving in his head, considering your offer. After a few minutes, he removes a dark green box from his pocket, sliding it over to your side of the bench. You open the box to find a sparkling, modest cut diamond secured around a gold band.

You take it into your hand, taking out the diamond ring and placing it on your ring finger. You stick your hand out, staring at the sparkling ring on your finger.

He shoots you a genuine smile, shaking his hand in yours. Deal.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Satoru.”

He secures his hand in your own as the two of you walk back down the path. Your parents are all too delighted, everyone pressing warm kisses to your cheek as they take your hand in their own.

The business deal is set. Your parents deal with each other and yours with Satoru. You can feel Saiki’s hand shaking in yours, trying to hide his upsetness at you. You reach down to ruffle his hair, shaking your head at him as the four of you head back home.

You and Satoru are married by the end of the month.

“I have a secret.”

You’re currently standing in Satoru’s driveway, your driveway now, with your boxes lined up on the sidewalk. Your parents had insisted that you move in with him, now that you were married. You had to oblige.

All in all, your marriage with Satoru was pleasant. You guys went out to dinner every night, exchanging pleasantries over an expensive meal Satoru bought you. The two of you often shared jokes, trying to ease the tension. He updated you on his relationship with the girl, Utahime was her name, and you talked to him about work. You find out that his relationship is anything but stable, the two of them fighting like it was breathing. He likes to hear about your coworkers, the patients you saw that day, how you like the workplace.

It felt more like hanging out with a friend, but there was always an invisible, silent wall between the two of you. You were married. You had to have kids together. Grow old together. He doesn’t talk about it. Neither do you. You’ll breach that when you get there.

“What’s your secret, Satoru?”

“I have kids.”

“If there’s a zoo animal inside that house, I’ll run you over with my car.”

Satoru loves to prank you. You get irritated with him very easily, which you’re aware goads him on even more, but you can’t help it. He’s an idiot.

But this time, he places his hands on your shoulder, squeezing twice. His sunglasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt, his usually obscured eyes peering into yours. No sign of a joke in them. You gesture to the steps on the porch, the two of you sitting down against them.

“You’re a manwhore? You got a girl pregnant and then had to raise it by yourself?”

“Obviously. The woes of a single father.”

You laugh, leaning your neck back. The sunlight is sprinkling onto your skin through the leaves, the beams kissing your skin. It’s a nice feeling, the breeze tickling the wisps of your hair. You can feel Satoru staring at you through the corner of your eyes and you turn your head to the side to look at him.

“Their dad passed away. I took them in after, just because I didn’t want them to be alone. Their names are Megumi and Tsumiki, they’re five and eight. I really hope you like kids, they’re really well-behaved.”

You turn to face him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You’re kidding right? Did you just ask me if I like kids?”

“Well yeah, you’re going to be living with them, I was just wondering.”

“Do you ever listen to me when I talk? Do you even know what I do for a job?”

“Um…”

You burst out laughing, the tears rolling through your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous, Satoru Gojo. I’m a pediatrician. Like a baby doctor. Like I full on go to work everyday and see children all day.”

He pushes you over, grumbling about how you were still laughing at him, about how it was an honest mistake to make. When your tears subside, he reaches his hand out to you, pulling you up to enter the room. The two of you shuffle the boxes to the edge of the door and pad into the foyer. Satoru grabs your hand, pulling you in to meet Tsumiki and Megumi.

Tsumiki extends her hand, introducing herself politely to you. You bend down, reaching in your pocket for the lollipops you always had in hand, and don’t miss the glowing smile when you hand it to her. You turn to your side to look at Satoru, whose rolling his eyes at you.

At the sight of Megumi, you can tell he doesn’t look quite right. His face is flushed pink, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He can barely keep his head up, eyes wavering at the sight of you. You reach down, pressing your hand against his forehead.

“Satoru. He’s sick.”

“Are you sure?”

“Satoru, I’m a doctor. Do you have anything on hand?”

At the sound of your words, Satoru enters into a full blown panic, grabbing basically any medicine and blanket he had in the nearby vicinity. You examine him, asking his sister how long he had been feeling this way, laying him down on his back and administering the medications Satoru had brought you.

When things settle down, with Megumi’s eyes fluttering open and Tsumiki running her hands through his hair, you join Satoru in the kitchen behind them. He’s nervously watching the two of them from the back, his eyes still pinched in worry.

You link your arm through his own, preparing the parent pep talk you give your patients every day.

“It’s okay, Satoru. Kids get sick all the time.”

He nods, his eyes still fixed on Megumi.

“It was a good thing I was here, really. He’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Megumi speaks up from the couch, his grumpy voice permeating the air.

“Satoru would have killed me if you weren’t here”

You turn your head to face Satoru, expecting to find annoyance pressed on his face. Instead, he’s broken out into a full smile, shaking your hands in his and thanking you profusely.

“That’s a good sign?”

“Kid always loves to give me attitude. If he’s well enough to make a dig at me, he’s perfectly fine.”

“Can’t blame the kid. I would do it too.”

“First, I get an malevolent kid and then a malevolent wife? No breaks for Satoru Gojo.”

“Woe is you.”

You roll your eyes, joining Megumi back at his side to take his vital signs again. The two of you share a knowing look, ignoring Satoru’s joking pouts and comments in the back.

You can’t help but smile at the two of them, their soft hands clasped in each other as they fall asleep on the couch after a few minutes. After a few minutes, you and Satoru carry them back to their beds, giving each other a high five before heading to your own rooms.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Satoru comes home late one Friday, well past Tsumiki and Megumi’s bed times. You had to shower and tuck both of them into bed by yourself, which was irritating.

Satoru reserved Friday nights for Utahime, the two of them going on a secret date somewhere in the city. You had met her once, establishing that you had no intentions of doing anything with her boyfriend, which she was all but understanding of.

You figure that she must love him so much that she’s willing to look past it. You get it, you’d do the same if you were her.

If you were in love. In general. Not in love with Satoru, obviously.

He trails in, ten minutes past midnight to find you sprawled against the couch. You’re wrapped in three blankets, your head poking out of your little cocoon.

“You know what sucks? You got some tonight and I got to tuck two kids into bed.”

He trails to the kitchen counter, no stupid remark in response. You get up from your tiny fort, padding into the kitchen where Satoru is standing. He’s eating a box of macaroons, pushing the last one towards you to eat.

The two of you are leaning over the counter, the silence palpable.

“You okay, Toru? Where’s my usual back talk?”

“Mhm. Kind of broke up with Utahime. Don’t feel like it today.”

You push yourself onto the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. The two of you are the same level now, facing opposite directions. You lean your head against his shoulder, linking your hand with his and pressing twice.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. Want to talk about it?”

“She just got upset that I got married, that's all. Didn’t really understand that it was something I had to do. Said I was doing a little bit too much for her to make up for it and she met someone else.”

You nod, the two of you sitting in silence. You stay that way for a while, your head against his shoulder, your hand in his. You’re rubbing small circles into the side of his hand, your fingers tingling at the contact.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“When I got my heart broken, all I could think about was how I wanted it to be him so bad. He meant everything to me and I’d do anything to be the one next to him.”

“Heartbroken? You never told me that.”

“Yeah. It was a few years ago. He didn’t feel the same about me as I did about him.I]”

“Did you date anyone after?”

“I waited for someone, the person who was meant for me. I kind of gave up as time went on, swearing off of it all together. It’s partially why I struck the deal I did with you. If I was going to be forced to marry someone, he could at least be someone nice, a friend I could keep.”

He sits quietly, pondering your words. He’s leaned his head against yours, the two of you sitting quietly. The only sound is your breaths, inhaling and exhaling in sync.

“You think I’m nice?”

“I’m not soothing your ego.”

“Rude. I’m wounded Y/N.”

You poke the side of his cheek, rolling your eyes at him. You move closer into his embrace, now tangled in his arms. You can hear him whispering against your hair, his lips against your forehead.

“Did it hurt? When he left?”

“Yeah. But, someone told me something and it’s always stuck with me since then. I guess I was trying really hard to make it work, but things like this always sort themselves on their own.”

“What do you mean?”

“The right people were always going to stay. If Utahime and Getou were the right people, they’d still be here, Satoru.”

The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed against each other. Tsumiki and Megumi trail in at the sound of Satoru’s voice, pressing themselves against your legs.

You all sleep together in Satoru’s bed that night. You ignore the stinging in your chest at the thought of Satoru hurting.

You can feel your phone buzzing on the counter, as you tuck the last bit of flowers into Tsumiki’s hair.

toru: hurry up

toru: this kid is gonna shit his pants and i think im scaring him

you: omfg don’t tell me you gave the poor kid a pep talk

toru: kind of. told him id throttle him if tsumiki doesn’t come back from the dance with a smile on her face.

you: satoru gojo, i will hurt you. leave the poor baby alone.

Tsumiki turns around, her pale pink dress falling to her sides. You hear Satoru’s footsteps down the hallway, glaring at him as he joins you two at the door of the bathroom.

“Don’t tell me you left him alone at the dinner table.”

“Megumi is there. He’s staring him down real good.”

You and Tsumiki glare at Satoru and you turn back to Tsumiki to give her the final touches. You press your shiny pink lip gloss in her little hands, settling her hair down as you stand up. You and Satoru move out of the hallway, about to find your way back to the room, but Tsumiki stops you in your wake.

Her hand is pressed against yours, pulling you down.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, Miss Miki. What’s up?”

“Do you think I’m pretty, Y/N?”

“What? Of course, I do Tsumiki. You look lovely. I’m sure Ethan will love it.”

She gives you a shy smile, her eyes wavering on uneasiness.

“You’re very pretty, Tsumiki. I love your dress and your eyes are all sparkly the way you like. Just have fun out there okay? If you’re not having fun with Ethan, you can always have fun with your friends instead.”

She nods, pressing her body against your frame. You squeeze her tight in your frame, Satoru eyeing the two of you on the ground.

“Thanks for always being here, Y/N. I love you.”

Tsumiki lets you go, running off into the kitchen where Ethan is very shyly handing her the little corsage he bought her for the dance. You turn to Satoru, the two of you watching him in the kitchen.

“She loves me.”

“Are you dense? You do know Tsumiki and Megumi both love you right?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t entirely sure of it. I figured they might, but I never thought they’d actually say it to me.”

You pull out your camera, snapping pictures of Tsumiki and Ethan as they press their little flowers to each other’s clothes. Ethan’s parents are waiting in the driveway. They’re driving them to the dance and you and Satoru will be picking them up.

You follow them into the driveway, waving goodbyes as the car makes its way down the road.

“Did you like school dances, Y/N?”

“I never really went, Satoru. No one ever asked me.”

“What? Not even Prom?”

You shake your head, facing away from him as you pull out the dinner the two of you were going to eat. Ice cream. Satoru’s idea, obviously.

“Why didn’t you go?”

“It’s kind of stupid, Satoru.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“You’re keeping secrets? From your husband? Who is he?”

You laugh, playfully pushing him. He gives you a smile, locking his fingers with yours.

“Cmon, tell daddy. I won’t make fun.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m filing for divorce.”

“As if.”

You look down at your hands, his pale, nimble fingers interlocked with yours.

“It’s just stupid. I wanted to go really badly, have my whole special moment. A guy who asks me to the dance, brings me a corsage, matches the color of my dress, and we dance while drinking cheap beer out of solo cups. But no one wanted to do it with me.”

He turns his head to the side, staring down at you.

“Forget it. You’re dumbass was probably Prom King for all I know. You wouldn’t get it.”

You lean against the counter, digging your spoon right into the center of the tub of ice cream, rather angrily, reliving the stupid, pitiful feeling of your teen years.

“I was Prom King.”

“Of course.”

“Hey. I’m sorry you didn’t get your moment, Y/N.”

“I’m glad Tsumiki has someone to do it with. You know, make her feel special, like she’s only girl in the room and all that.”

He presses his forehead against yours, reaching for your spoon to eat some of the ice cream with you. You swat his hand away, which he pouts at.

“It was still a good day. Tsumiki said she loves me.”

“I thought you were kidding about that. Did you really not know that we love you?”

“We?”

“Y/N. You know I love you right?”

You shrug your shoulders, staring at his blue eyes. He cups your face in his hands, squishing your face.

“As smart as you are, you’re really stupid sometimes you know that? How could I not love my wife?”

“You’re stupid.”

You pick up your phone, shooting a text underneath your desk.

you: satoru.

lanky ass mf: yes, oh beloved wife of mine?

you: sleep in the sewage, you gutter rat.

you: I forgot my white coat and my badge at home, can you pLS PLS PLS DROP IT OFF AT THE OFFICE I NEED IT

lanky ass mf: first you call me a gutter rat and then ask me for a favor?

lanky ass mf: no I love you? no light of my life, king of my heart, body, and soul?

you: I will skin you where you stand. PLS JUST BRING WHAT I ASKED

lanky ass mf: ask nicely and i’ll drop it off on the way to work.

you: oh beloved, dear old husband of mine. everyday, my love for you grows exponentially. if you could please spare me some kindness out of your cold, pitiful heart of yours and bring me my white coat in my badge, it would be much appreciated sweet thing

lanky ass mf: i’ll ignore the insult that you threw in there and bring it over in ten, oh lovely wife of mine.

you: ty satoru :DDD

lanky ass mf: ur welcome, sexy :’)

you: wanted: y/n l/n wanted for the vicious, gruesome murder of satoru gojo.

“lanky ass mf disliked your message”

You set down your phone, burying your head in your hands. The practice had been busier as of late, a viral bug passing around all of your patients. And on top of that, you had left your white coat and your badge - which you needed to round - at home. You can feel the tension headache setting in your forehead, bringing your fingers to your temple to soothe it down.

Tsumiki had a field trip today. Satoru dropped her off bright and early but she forgot her permission slip at home. You had to rush over to the school, nearly running onto the school bus to get Tsumiki’s slip in on time.

As promised, Satoru prances in twenty minutes later, your whitecoat and badge in his right hand and a bouquet of tulips in his left hand.

Asshole. You had framed a photo of Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki from your birthday and placed it on your desk. The three of them planned a surprise dinner for your birthday and you loved the pictures so much you just had to frame one for your office.

The problem was that ever since then, all your coworkers could talk about is how handsome your husband was. WIth his white hair, sparkling blue eyes - all they could go on about was how beautiful he looked and how cute your kids were. Multiple of them had asked you how he was in bed, which you ignored. Obviously.

You had mentioned it to Satoru in passing, which you’re sure prompted the tulips in his hand. And you know that egomaniac was about to have a field day.

He comes to your side, not missing the shining smiles on your coworkers faces, as he places the tulips in front of you. He beckons you to stand up, holding your white coat open for you to pull your arms in.

You give him a glare as you pull it on and Satoru clips your badge to the pocket.

“I hate you, Satoru Gojo.”

“I love you, sweet pea.”

You can hear your coworkers cooing quietly behind you, walking up to dote on Satoru for bringing you flowers. You can feel him drinking up the attention, giving everyone charming smiles as he secures his arm around your waist.

“Imagine if I told them all you had a girlfriend when you married me.” you whisper in his ear.

He frowns, prodding his fingers into your forehead.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.”

Satoru places the flowers at the head of your desk, dropping a glass box filled with the noodles you had last night for dinner. He leans over the counter, whispering at you as you fill out the charts for the day.

“Take a break for lunch later and eat this. I’m tired of you coming home hangry and taking it out on me.”

You take the box from him, rolling your eyes before shooting him a smile.

“Thank you, Toru. I appreciate it.”

He smiles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before running out of the office. Asshole.

You look down at the tupperware, a sticky note pressed on top.

eat up silly wife - satoru <3

You take the post-it off, pressing it against the frame holding the picture.

“Why did your parents want to meet us again?”

You and Satoru are currently standing on the porch of his parents house, dressed up for the occasion. Satoru’s wearing a buttoned up white shirt, rolled up to his forearms again. He’s wearing a light green tie, intending to match the green, silk dress you had decided to wear.

He asked you to look your best, because he was going to ask his parents for something really important. He said bringing you would be his best bet, so that they feel more inclined to say yes at the perfect sight of the two of you.

“I thought your parents were in Bali. Did they come back early?”

“Yeah. They hated the animals so they came back.”

“The what?”

Satoru reaches forward, ringing the doorbell. The door is opened immediately, the servants answering the door. You wave hello to them all, making your way to the garden where Satoru was leading you.

His hand is clasped in yours, firmly, as he leads you to the back gazebo. He takes you to the direct center, where the two of you had first made your deal, and turns to face you.

“So.”

“My parents aren’t here.”

“I gathered that.”

“Don’t talk back.”

He reaches towards the back of the gazebo, pulling out a plastic box. In the box, there’s a matching corsage and boutonniere, pink flowers surrounded by baby’s breath. You take the box in your hand, meeting his gaze.

“You never got to have your moment. Figured I’d give it to you now.”

You smile, opening the plastic box. Satoru takes the corsage out first, securing it against your wrist. He lifts your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles as he does so. You avoid the blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the rest of the flowers out of the box.

You pin the boutonniere against his shirt, smiling at him. You’re unsure when Tsumiki and Megumi joined you, but the flash of Tsumiki’s camera catches you off guard. You give the two of them a smile and they run off hand in hand, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Like it?”

“Love it. They’re very pretty, Satoru. Thank you.”

He reaches back, pulling out a little juke box. He presses play, Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud playing out of the speaker.

“Did you really pick this song?”

“You wanted your moment. That includes dancing to a cheesy, Ed Sheeran song.”

“You could have left that part out.”

He grabs your hands, placing them around his neck as he secures his own around your waist.

“Nope. Giving you the most authentic, real moment I can.”

The two of you sway, laughing into each other's neck as the song goes on. The song transitions, Taylor Swift’s Sweet Nothing blasting out of the little speaker. You press yourself against his chest, the two of you hugging as you dance in the moonlight.

“I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He reaches out, pulling out a little plastic tiara for you. He secures it on top of your head, pressing your hair down.

“I don’t get it.”

“You’re Prom Queen!”

You press yourself against him again, your cheeks burning against his chest.

“You’re stupid, Satoru.”

“You love it.”

You do love it. The tiara, the dancing, him. You love him.

The two of you return to swaying, your faces a few feet away from each others. You stare into his glimmering eyes, smiling at him. He returns your smile, rolling his eyes at your cheesiness.

“You don’t have a crown.”

“Yeah. Figured if I got to be Prom King and you didn’t during high school, then you get to be Prom Queen right now and I don’t. Even it out.”

“Boo.”

“It’s okay. I know I’m the king of your heart anyways.”

You feel your chest clench, his words sinking into your chest.

“You are.”

“What?”

“The king of my heart. Body and soul, all that cheesy stuff you say.”

“Don’t lead me on. That’s cruel, even for you little lady.”

You stop swaying, bringing your hands down to his.

“I’m being serious. You’re special to me. I was waiting for someone all my life, who made me feel special. That person is you.”

He’s staring into your eyes, the shock spreading across his face.

“You don’t have to feel the same way as me. It’s okay.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You’re caught off guard, his hands pulling you closer.

“Toru.”

“Y/N.”

“Do you love me?”

“You’re impossible. I just kissed you.”

“I don’t know. I was a little confused, I guess.”

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my sweet, sweet girl.”

You can feel yourself blushing at his words, trying to fight the doubt settling in your mind.

“Utahime?”

“I thought about what you said. And I realized that the only person who stays by my side is you - through an arranged marriage, two kids I sprung on you, and a literal girlfriend. The right person was you, just took me a second to realize.”

The two of you stand in silence, the lights flickering above you.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Can you kiss me again?”

He’s all too happy to oblige. He lifts you up, slotting his mouth against yours again. You can feel his hands shaking against your face, his lips desperately pressed around yours.

“Calm down. I’m right here.”

“Cut me some slack. I’ve been waiting to kiss my wife for months now.”

You feel Tsumiki and Megumi return to your side, the two of them sporting cheeky grins at the two of you. Megumi presses something into the small of you hand and you feel for it in your fingers realizing what it was.

A ring.

“Toru.”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

He’s cradling your face and you can’t help but feel like this was going to be the happiest moment of your life. Your face in his hands, your kids hugging you against your legs, smiling at each other.

You hold the ring out, balancing it between your fingers.

“Marry me?”

You slip the ring onto his finger, the two of you walking out of the garden hand in hand like you did the first time.

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3.3k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 2

Warnings: no outbreak au, implied age gap, smut: pussy sliding, unprotected piv, choking, creampie, public sex, pet names, degradation/praise, soft!dom Joel, aftercare Summary: You run into Joel at the gym. Seeing him all sweaty in his gym shorts turns you on, so you fuck him in the whirpool. A/N: Get your favorite protein shake ready, make sure to stay hydrated, and have fun! 💦 Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🖤 series masterlist / AO3

“Mmm, I’d know that beautiful ass anywhere,” a deep voice behind you murmurs. You duck your head to look at Joel’s shoes through your spread legs. “This your signature move, Miller? Perving on girls in the gym at night?” You hear him chuckle, “Only you, baby.”

It’s 98°F today and your AC died five days ago. You’ve been too busy with work to call someone to fix it for you, so you’re currently lounging on your couch in your panties and a white tank top, beads of sweat forming on your face and chest, fanning yourself with an envelope that used to contain a wedding invite from your co-worker. It’s far too hot in your apartment and the prospect of spending your whole weekend in this sweatbox is giving you a headache. Since it’s already 8pm on a Friday, there’s zero chance you can get your AC fixed before tomorrow, and that’s if someone’s available on such short notice.

You sigh and get up to pour yourself a glass of water. It’s ice cold after sitting in your fridge all day and cools you down nicely from the inside. Your phone lights up with a message from your gym, notifying you of a promotion they're offering for their new line of protein shakes. The gym is two blocks away from your apartment and has a big indoor pool. Why not, you think. Do a quick workout and then cool off in the water. Sounds like a plan.

The girl at the gym’s front desk greets you cheerily and compliments your shorts. They’re bright pink and make your ass look incredible. You thank her and go to the locker room to change shoes and stow your bag. You take your towel and water bottle with you and go to the main room with all the cardio and strength equipment to do a warm-up before running a few miles. The room is empty save for a handful of people doing their own thing.

You lay your towel down on the mat and start doing a few yoga poses to stretch all of your tense muscles. When you’re going into the Downward Dog pose, you exhale deeply and try to let go of all the stress that’s been weighing you down lately. Work, the heat, your family, your life-

You sigh deeply and get up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here on a Friday night, hm?” Joel asks, taking a swig from his shaker and licking his lips. Now that you’re getting a good look at him, you can only stare for a few seconds. He looks sinfully handsome in his black shirt and gym shorts, his hair already a bit wet and disheveled from a previous workout.

“My AC’s broken,” you eventually find your words, “I’m just here to cool off in the pool.” Joel furrows his brow and tilts his head, “Why didn’t you tell me? You know what I do for work.” You give him a smile, “It just went out a few hours ago, no big deal. I’ll call someone tomorrow.” Joel looks at you for a second before nodding. “Alright, sweetheart, gotta do my next set. And you keep doing those beautiful poses,” he winks at you, “giving me all sorts of ideas.”

You resume your yoga routine and try to concentrate on your breathing again. It’s no use. All you can focus on is Joel’s biceps and triceps flexing a few feet away from you, sweat running down his neck, his strained face, the way his big hands grip the weights. Oh, and his spread legs in those slutty shorts he’s wearing. You could just sit between them and blow him while he’s doing his workout. Or straddle him while he’s sitting on the bench, rubbing yourself on his hard cock, your bodies separated by the thin material of your shorts only.

You can feel wetness seeping out of your pulsing pussy and pooling in your synthetic thong. You press your legs together, flex your abdomen and stretch your torso to try and distract yourself from your burning arousal, but it doesn’t work. You can’t concentrate on anything but your throbbing clit and the fact that your cunt should be clenching around Joel’s thick cock right now instead of nothing. Your heart is racing and your skin is on fire.

When you sit up and spread your legs, you realize that there’s a visible wet spot on your shorts. Joel is taking a sip from his shaker when his eyes lock with yours and then drop down to your exposed core. His brow furrows, eyes wide when he chokes a little on the thick liquid going down his throat. He tries to play it cool, but you’re already giggling smugly. He glowers at you, but you just bite your lip and tilt your head. He is too easy sometimes.

You turn around, get on all fours and present Joel with a perfect view of your ass and the damp fabric hugging your folds when you move into Downward Dog again. You make sure to hold the position for a few long seconds before getting back on your hands and knees again, moving into Cat and Cow. After a few repetitions of those poses, you can hear weights hitting the floor rather aggressively.

“You need it that bad, huh?” Joel is standing in front of you now, his erection clearly visible through the thin fabric of his shorts. You look up at his face, feigning innocence, “No idea what you’re talking about.” Joel scoffs, “All you need to do is ask nicely, darlin’. No need to act like a desperate whore.” He crouches down and grabs your chin roughly to force you to look into his dark eyes. “Or is that what you are, hm? A desperate whore showing everyone what a mess she made in her pants?”

Fuck, it turns you on when he talks to you like this. You look up at him with big eyes and bite your lip. “Hmm, poor baby can’t even use her words anymore,” he tuts mockingly, tracing your lips with his thumb. “It’s okay, baby. I know what you need.”

Joel releases your chin and gets up to stand above you. “Tell me what you are and I’ll give you what you need. Simple as that, darlin’.” You’d usually try to defy him, but your physical need for him to fuck you outweighs any and all inclinations to be a brat right now. “I’m a desperate whore for your cock, sir,” you purr, batting your eyelashes. “Yeah, that’s right,” Joel smirks, palming himself over his shorts. “Time for a swim, don’t you think?”

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The water looks beautiful. Turquoise, clean, cool. Joel dims the lights and closes the door behind you two. There’s no one else in the pool area right now, but you can’t lock the door from the inside.

“C’mere,” Joel growls, pulling you close by your waist with one hand and grabbing the back of your neck with the other. “You gonna be a good girl and take what I give you, hm?” He raises an eyebrow at you, the dark glint in his eyes making your whole body tingle. His face is so close to yours that you can feel his hot breath and smell the intoxicating mix of sweat and aftershave. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Yes, sir,” you coo, your pulse quickening rapidly. Joel lets go of your waist and grabs your chin instead. “Look at me, baby.” You lock eyes with him and swallow. “You get off on being a pathetic little slut in public, don’t you,” he smirks at you. You nod and can’t hide the grin spreading across your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling you close for a passionate kiss. His plush lips find yours, pressing against you gently but commandingly, making you moan into his mouth. His skilled tongue circles yours as he tangles one hand in your hair and runs the other down your back slowly. He squeezes your ass and then slides his hand further down, feeling the damp spot between your legs, massaging you softly through your pants. His hard cock is rubbing against your thigh and you want nothing more than to feel him deep inside you, filling you up over and over again until you can’t think straight anymore.

“Fuck, Joel,” you breathe against his lips, “I want you so bad.” He grabs your ass cheeks with both of his big hands and pulls you up his thigh. “I got you, darlin’. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll be begging me to stop.” You press your thighs together and whimper at the thought. Joel nuzzles his nose against the delicate skin of your jaw and hums, “Yeah, I know that’s what you need.” He starts trailing soft kisses down your neck from behind your ear all the way down to your clavicle while you tangle your hands in his curls and moan softly into his ear.

“Tell you what, baby. If you make it into the pool naked before me, I’ll let you come tonight,” he smiles mischievously against your hot skin. You stare at him like a deer in headlights for a split second before determination sets in and you rip your shirt and sports bra off.

Joel starts fumbling with his shirt as well when he realizes you’re taking this seriously, but you’re already shucking off your shoes and pulling down your pants along with your panties before he can even get to his shoes. You run towards the pool and clumsily jump on one leg at a time while taking your socks off without stopping.

Joel just laughs to himself and stares at you in awe, your beauty taking him by surprise every single time. You lift your hands above your head and jump into the wonderfully cold water head first. It feels incredible.

You come up again and put your arms on the edge of the pool, Joel’s naked toes appearing right in front of your face. He looks down at you and laughs, “Remind me to never underestimate your desperation for my cock again, baby. Alright?” And with that he jumps into the water.

You both swim a few laps, trying different styles, making a race out of it until Joel catches you by your ankle and pulls you back into his broad chest, his arms wrapping around your naked torso from behind. “Can’t stand that I’m winning, old man?” you chuckle breathlessly, your chest heaving from the exertion. “You’re such a brat,” Joel growls, moving one hand to cup the soft flesh of your left breast, kneading it roughly and rolling your pebbled nipple until you cry out in pain, while the other hand finds its way down your belly.

“You love it,” you pant, turning your head to look at him. He immediately removes the hand that was almost touching you where you need it the most and puts it around your neck, squeezing hard. “You’re really pushing your luck tonight, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his face so close that his lips brush yours, “let’s go in the whirlpool.”

Joel gets in first, closing his eyes, spreading out his arms and groaning at the feeling of the jets massaging his back and legs. You smile at the sight. You know he has a stressful job and isn’t the type to allow himself much downtime, so it warms your heart to see him be able to relax when he’s with you. He’s beautiful. “You just gonna stare at me or come in,” his voice yanks you from your thoughts. “C’mere and sit on my lap, pretty girl.”

He immediately wraps his arms around you once you’re straddling him, tracing your back with his palms. His cock is already hardening again and you can’t help yourself but start rocking back and forth on it.

“Mmm, what a needy little thing you are,” Joel coos, “can’t wait for me to fuck you, huh?” You nod and whimper at the delicious feeling of your swollen clit finally getting the stimulation it has been aching for. “Shame you had to be a brat today and behave like a bitch in heat in front of everyone,” he grips the back of your neck with his hand, sending shivers down your spine.

“You wanna get off so bad, you do it. But I’m not gonna help you,” he searches your eyes intently, “got it?” He raises his eyebrows and you nod slowly. “Good. Now be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock.”

You start rolling your hips, your slick folds sliding over Joel’s length continuously. “Fuck me, you feel so good, baby,” he moans, arms crossed behind his head. You keep grinding and tilt your pelvis so you’re stimulating your clit with every movement you make.

You’ve not fucked anyone since Joel a week ago and it’s been too hot in your apartment for you to get in the mood and masturbate, so you’re understandably desperate for release. It’s so close you can taste it, but still too far away. You dig your fingers into Joel’s shoulders as your movements get more erratic, the tension in your lower belly close to snapping.

“That’s it, baby,” Joel pants, “keep going.” He keeps his eyes trained on your face and puts his hands on your waist. For a second you hope he might help guide you and start thrusting his hips, maybe even fuck you, but you know better. He loves it too much when you’re desperate.

You’re so close to coming, but just can’t seem to get there completely, no matter how hard or fast you rub yourself on his cock. You whine in frustration, hot tears starting to well in your eyes.

“Look at me, baby,” Joel purrs, “you wanna say something?” You shake your head, trying to avert your gaze and blink away your tears. Joel grips your chin and forces you to look at him. “It’s okay, you can tell me,” he coos sweetly, the smirk on his face telling you that he’s mocking you.

“It hurts, Joel,” you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks now. He cups your face and wipes them away with his thumbs. “Well, princess, it wouldn’t have to if you didn’t behave like a little whore. You think I should reward that behavior, hm?”

Your pussy’s on fire and you’d say anything at this point if it meant you could come. “I’m so sorry, sir. Please help me, I’ll do anything, please, please, just help me,” you whine pathetically. “Aww, you poor thing,” Joel teases, “no fight left in ya, huh?” You shake your head and fall into him, burying your face into his neck, putting your arms around him. “Please, Joel,” you sob, “I need you.”

He wraps his arms around you and strokes your hair. “You’re a good girl for asking so nicely. Wasn’t that hard now, was it?” You look into his eyes and shake your head no. “Good girls get rewarded, you know that.”

He nudges your nose with his and presses his soft lips on yours, kissing you urgently, nibbling and biting until he can’t take it anymore himself. “Sit on my cock, baby,” he pants, holding his shaft up with his hand. You position yourself right above his tip and sink down on him slowly. You almost come instantly, the way he’s stretching you open the perfect combination of painful and pleasurable.

“Fuuuck, that’s it, baby. Take what you need from me,” Joel encourages you, gripping your hips and guiding you up and down on his thick cock. You can’t hold back your moans anymore, bouncing on him frantically, throwing your head back and flexing the muscles in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m so close,” you whine, starting to feel dizzy from the overwhelming mix of sensations. “Look at me when you come on my cock, baby,” Joel commands. You open your eyes, brow furrowed, mouth slightly opened, and look into his big dark eyes. “Just let go, baby,” he pants, “you’re doing so good for me.”

Your skin is burning and your heart is racing when the tension inside you finally snaps and you come with a strangled moan. You convulse in ecstasy, your walls spasming and contracting around Joel, sending him over the edge himself. “F-fuck!” he groans, holding you down and thrusting up a few times, emptying himself inside you.

You collapse into him, as the aftershocks of your orgasm run through your body. “C’mere, darlin’. I got you,” Joel mumbles into your ear breathlessly, holding you tight and stroking your hair gently.

The sudden rush of dopamine and oxytocin flooding your brain is forcing tears down your cheeks. You’re so exhausted that you can’t stop yourself from crying and sobbing into the crook of Joel’s neck. “Shhh, sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m here,” he reassures you calmly, drawing soothing circles on your back.

Your body’s still trembling and the tears won’t stop. “I know, baby, I know. I’m here, just breathe.” He kisses the top of your head and murmurs into your hair how proud he is of you and how good you’ve been.

After a few minutes of silence, you’ve calmed down enough to open your eyes and lift your head again. “There’s my pretty girl,” Joel cups your face and smiles at you softly. “Let’s go take a shower, hm?”

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“I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened,” you murmur while Joel’s gently rubbing soap into your skin. “No need to apologize, darlin’. Crying after the incredible orgasm I gave you seems pretty natural to me,” he smirks and you giggle.

“I never want you to hide your feelings from me. Just want you to be yourself around me, always,” he looks at you earnestly. You nod and smile at him before rinsing off the shampoo in your hair. You both towel off, gather your clothes and go to the respective locker rooms to change.

Joel waits for you outside the gym’s front door, enjoying the cool night air. You try to sneak by the front desk, fearing that the receptionist might have put two and two together or even heard you, but of course she sees you. “Have a great night,” she winks at you and gives you a big smile.

“I can never come here again, I hope you’re happy,” you sigh and Joel chuckles. “Not my fault, baby, remember? I was just doing my workout when you came and decided to put your pussy on display.” You slap his arm and laugh.

“Well, have a good-” “Let me drive you home, darlin’,” Joel interrupts you, taking your hand in his. You shake your head. “I live like ten feet away from here, you don’t have to drive me.” “I know I don’t. I want to. No buts, c'mon.”

Despite your reassurance that you’re fine and that he doesn’t need to bring you upstairs, Joel’s currently in your apartment, fixing you a glass of water and an Advil. You should know better by now than to expect anything less from him - he’s a gentleman through and through.

“Let’s get you to bed, darlin’,” he leads you into your bedroom, helping you out of your clothes and into a new shirt and pair of shorts. “Thanks, Joel. It was really nice seeing you tonight,” you murmur, your eyes getting heavy as soon as your head hits your soft pillow. “You too, sweetheart.”

You think you feel him put a soft kiss on your lips and murmur something when you drift off to sleep. You're probably just dreaming already.

If only you knew how much you mean to me.

Something’s off when you wake up in the morning. You rub your eyes, stretch, look around your room and can’t figure out what it is. Only when you step into your living room, it hits you. Your AC is working. You smile to yourself and look for your phone.

You: Thank you, mr. contractor

Joel: Anything for you, babe

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A/N: Honestly, I don’t completely agree with the posts that say Bakugo is gentle dating you, but I will agree he has a soft spot. So here’s my take on that.

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader fluff, small head-canons?

Katsuki is very much is in love with you, but still is rough on the outside. He’s prickly, grumpy, and loud. But you know he loves you.

He has nicknames that are still a little rude but specially picked in his own way. The nickname might come off condescending, but it’s a double edged sword. Because in his heart he associates it with something very sweet.

Nicknames like “Chipmunk!” Because he likes how you puff out your cheeks like one. Or “Butterfingers” because of your clumsy self, but secretly he loves it. “Crybaby” because you’re too sensitive about topics but in reality he loves the way your eyes sparkle and your lashes become thick and wet from fat tears.

If you duel with him or want to wrestle, he doesn’t play nice and sure as hell won’t let you win. Because that’s just Katsuki. But he loves watching you struggle and sweat trying to pin him to the floor. Chuckling as you puff out hot hair, face beet red, and hair sporadically tangled on your face. He’ll let out a hearty chuckle shortly followed by saying “Dumbass.”

If you chew at your nails or pick at your fingers he’ll call it and you ‘disgusting’. It’ll hurt your feelings at first but he sees it as a bad habit that takes away from your pretty hands and it’s unclean. Same goes for if you leave dishes to ‘soak’ or leave dirty clothes on the ground. He’ll swat you with a broom if he finds you walking around with shoes indoors.

He’s not very good with words of affirmation. In fact, he stinks at it. But he’s good with acts of service and sometimes physical touch. I imagine growing up the Bakugo’s showed their love through acts of service and harsh words, so it’s only natural it’s his love language too. If he finds you crying, it’ll make him uncomfortable to try to comfort you. He’s awkward, stiff, and struggles to sound sweet. Instead he cooks a hot meal and draws a bath for you, waiting with a steamed towel. When you thank him he’ll respond with a grunt and nod.

He might not be very kind to you or others nor be very graceful with words, but he’s protective. Only he can say shit about you. Only he can bully and condescend you because he doesn’t really mean it. If anyone else dares to fuck with you, they won’t live to see tomorrow. He’s a man who sticks to a promise, and his threats will be carried through. In some regards he’ll be overprotective. He doesn’t like you walking outside alone and sticks close to you at a bar.

Last but not least, when it’s just you both alone and the moment is tender, he truly is sweet. It’s not very often you see it, but that’s why it’s so special. Pulling you into his lap, nuzzling into your neck. Quiet and gentle whispers tickling your ear. It’s so out of character for him but this is the sweet boy hiding away at the core of his soul. Nothing sexual, no strings attached, just wanting to spend time with you and be vulnerable. And when I say it is just the two of you, it is. No windows, no person able to walk in, no paparazzi snooping around. Just the two of you, no one else can see it but you.

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Hello again, I hope you are having a good day. May I please request for Yandere Nanami wherein he miscalculates how long his business trip would be and he comes home to emotionally wrecked and hungry darling ( He locked them in the closest as a punishment prior) which leads to hurt comfort between the two

Nanami opened the front door and kicked off his shoes, sighing in disappointment at his timing and at how late at night he got back at. Traffic was terrible, his shoes weren't as comfortable as they were this morning, and he missed you terribly. He ran his fingers through his hair that no longer mattered now that he was indoors and put his suitcase out of sight.

He was going to call out that he was home, but reminded himself that he still had you cooped up in that shitty basement. He walked through the house and into the kitchen to finally get you a glass of water. He was only supposed to be on that business trip for around two days and be back home by the time the third day ended. The basement was very spacious, but even he had his limits in there. Which is why it was a great punishment, in his mind. He had enough of your mouth and you attempted to escape after almost sending him over the edge all in one day. But he still worried for you. There were no lights or any sense of comfort in there. At this point, he just wants you in his arms again. The thought makes his heart race in excitement. You must feel so lonely, feel so anxious, so cold, and

You freeze when you turn and see Nanami standing a few feet away from you, watching you shove your fifth slice of bread into your mouth. The two of you mirrored the same look of horror as you acknowledged one another. Nanami's face contorts into one of realization while yours continues to drop. Your stomach twists in fear at the sight of your captor finding you outside of your confinement and suddenly you feel nauseous and no longer desire any kind of elements of nutrition.

Pieces of food that weren't swallowed fall out of your mouth in fear and surprise and you scatter off to the nearest room with a lock and you slam it shut, fiddling with the lock and somehow manage to turn it with terribly shaky hands. It's hard to breath and you hyperventilate as you scoot into a corner, keeping yourself huddled.

Kento was still stuck in place, his mouth open in complete shock. You had ransacked the entire kitchen. He lets his eyes scan over everything on the ground. Almost nothing in the cabinets or fridge was left untouched, so many things left open and touched by his poor, poor girl's fingers. Juice, crackers, the bread you tore into, butter, cereal, refrigerated rice, half-eaten boxes of vegetables and fruits, uncooked noodles......it didn't end there.

The more his eyes found laying around, the heavier his heart got. This was all his fault. He didn't mean to......do this to you. Not at all. His eyes flutter shut as he rubs them, a sigh leaving his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. He inhaled sharply to gather more courage to step past the obvious signs of severe neglect he had done to you.

He could hear your fast-paced breathing from outside of the guest-bedroom and shakes his head in shame. He was so fucking ashamed of being so irresponsible with taking care of you. He was supposed to be your lover, your caretaker, the one you should be able to trust. But it seems like he can't even do any of those things right. He was wrong. "I'm sorry." His throat felt like it was constricting his vocals as he chokes out the apology. No kind of words or affirmations could change what he did to you and he wanted to be able to help you see that.

His face was so close to the door, as if he could speak through it into your heart. The last thing he'd do is force you into anything. He deserved to work for your trust back. "I'm so sorry, baby, please." There wasn't much he could make himself say. His ears picked up on your silent sobs and he dropped his forehead on the door, his hands on it as well. "I'm not gonna hurt you, I just wanna see you. It's been so long, hm? Since we last saw each other? I just want to hold you."

You didn't know how to feel. You just did something so very, very wrong. This is the type of behavior that gets you in the basement and a chain on your ankle for decoration. You broke out and practically flipped the kitchen upside-down. What isn't he going to do to you??? You didn't even realize yourself speaking through your tears. Constant 'leave me alone's slipped through your lips as you cried. You were so damn scared of what he'd do to you.

Outside the door, Kento shakes his head at your words and presses the side of his face to the door to hear you better. "No, no, no, no, baby. I won't hurt you, I promise. Can you please trust me just this once? I just want to make sure you're okay. You're hungry, I can tell. Just let me help you and you can get all of the food you want, okay??" Kento shakes the doorknob subconsciously, which makes you gasp in fear. Kento flinches away from it when he hears you make the sound and immediately and tells you he won't do it again.

He continues trying to verbally sooth you through the door, telling you repeatedly that it's okay. "....Everyone has limits. And I pushed you to yours." You wipe your face of your tears and push yourself to your feet.

Slowly, you hesitate, but take your quiet steps towards the door. Nanami can't hear anything on the other side. Are you okay? Why are you quiet? Are you trying to escape through the window??? It's bolted. Never mind. He's worried. "Darling?" He silently whispers. All he gets is the sound of his own breaths.

Then the loud sound of the lock clicks and he takes a step back. The door cracks open, extremely slowly. It's almost impossible to tell. You only leave enough space to look through about 1 inch to peek at him through the door. And even with that much to look at, he can tell you are so scared. He shouldn't have done this. The constant anxiety this is giving him continues to make his stomach cramp. A wobbly smile makes its way onto his face. "There she is! Can you-.....please let me take you out of that room?" He stumbles over his words, his arms awkwardly spreading out to seem as if he's friendly.

The silence you let grow only leaves room for more interpretation. You just stare at him with that stone cold eye. Almost as if you're trying to see through him. But nothing is hiding behind his face but the constant stress he's getting from stressing you out. He obviously loves you too much. He gets overprotective sometimes.

You open the door and step out and his shoulders relax as he very carefully looks over you. You used the bucket. Which was good. So, you were at least somewhat clean. You just looked.....hungry. Your face seemed slimmer, your eyes sunken in exhaustion(not that much, but he's great at details when it comes to you).

Before you could stop him, he was cleaning the kitchen and got to running you a bath and making dinner.

#yandere #yandere x reader #reader #yandere x you #yandere character #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #yandere nanami kento #yandere nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #yandere jjk nanami kento #yandere jjk #yandere jjk fluff

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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volleyball player gojo does something to the brain (a very good thing)

–the team's pretty little manager.

volleyball player!satoru gojo x manager!fem!reader

the squeaking of shoes against the reflective and shiny hardwood floors filled the entire indoor court as the jujutsu high men's volleyball team was practicing for the regionals. the only two practicing right now while waiting for the others were none other than the dynamic duo of satoru gojo, the cocky yet strongest wing spiker the team has to offer—and suguru geto, the most talented server they have on the team, the only one who can match satoru's insatiable dynamic in and out of the court. the two were being themselves as usual, trying to outplay each other in an aggressively friendly fashion while making idle chitchat or gossiping to each other about the ongoings of their lives.

the conversation eventually came around the topic of the prettiest girl in all of jujutsu high, which satoru snorted at as he spiked suguru's serve back at his court a little too hard. "like any girls here actually interest me." satoru said with a gagging expression and his tongue stuck out, as if to express his disgust and disappointment at such a boring question. suguru chuckled as he got the ball back and bounced it before serving, smirking at satoru with a knowing smirk. "really now, satoru? i suppose it wouldn't be too out of character for you to play along with a group of girls praising you," suguru pointed out as he took a few steps back and readied his serving stance, aiming the ball at satoru's court while satoru readied himself to save the ball in case it'd land in his court. "though... it would be a bit out of character for you to be a total liar, wouldn't it?" his dear friend asked him rhetorically as suguru threw the ball upwards and sprinted forward a little to serve it back at satoru's court.

satoru was quick on his feet and ran to save the ball, but his reflexes were a bit slow that moment, and the ball entered his court even further. he sighed and rubbed at his head angrily with a pouty face. "don't act like you can read all that into me now, suguru." he told him as he went off to get the ball, his face crinkled into an annoyed glare, which his friend chuckled slightly and shook his head at. "it's not my fault you're too obvious. you clearly don't see her as just 'some girl' or a groupie in your fan club—you are interested in her—" "no way in hell." satoru muttered as he bounced the ball on his court. "there's no way i'm into that little runt." he denied with a huff. "she keeps warning me about my haircut, saying crap like it's 'against the school rules' to have hair this long; as if my spiky hair'll keep me from being the best damn spiker this school's got!" he exclaimed as he ran up and served the ball—or, tried serving the ball—but he missed hitting it and it merely fell over to his feet, angering the white haired youth even more.

suguru chuckled loudly at his friend's sloppy serve. "yeah, this is why coach yaga left that position to me. anyway..." suguru trailed off as he walked over to satoru's court, signaling for the two of them to take a break from practice. he placed a hand on satoru's shoulder and watched as his friend's eyebrows furrowed slightly and his cheeks seemed a bit pinkish—and something told suguru it wasn't because of the humidity in the room or the exercising and practices they did. suguru smiled at him and pat his shoulder. "you gotta be honest, you do think she's the prettiest little manager, don't you, satoru?" he teased his friend as he chucked the ball at suguru and groaned. "if you wanna keep putting words in my mouth, maybe you should just marry her if you like sucking up to her that much." "what if i will when we're older? who's to say?" suguru suggested with a coy tone, making satoru stop in his tracks from putting the ball back into the ball rack. "...like i care." "that's basically you saying you do." "look, she's... she's smart, smarter than i am sometime, that much i'll admit. she's cute, when she's not being a little prissy pants—and she's... she's got a smile some decent guy with good morals has to protect, or else, i'm gonna..."

"gonna what, gojo?" asked a familiar voice, making gojo's aquamarine eyes go wide. he slowly turned around and saw the little runt of a cute manager with a smile worth protecting right behind him. suguru excused himself and ran off to get some water, leaving you two alone together. satoru yelled after him and tried running up to get some water with him as an excuse, but you pulled him by the sleeve and kept him there. "do go on..." you told him in an interested, yet sort of shy, tone; you knew satoru could be a suck-up, cocky asshole, but you were intrigued about this secret side of him. satoru groaned and leaned his face forward to meet yours and furrowed his eyebrows up at you. "or else i'm gonna do this if you won't let me go, runt." he said as he cupped your face with his larger hand and squeezed the life out of your cheeks, smirking to himself at how you resembled an adorable little pufferfish, making him laugh aloud and smile. of course, he liked you—a lot; but he'd never admit it. only from a distance will he let himself call you 'the team's prettiest little manager' and tease the hell out of you.

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bananawafers · 2 months

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heyyyy

kuroo drunk kissing you at your house? (lip biting and sucking and AARRRGGHHHH)

no smut please!! just make it a steamy session of making out!!! like REAL REAL STEAM! (idk how to express it lol)

thanks in advance !! take care <33333

I love this idea! I hope you don’t mind I had to switch up the setting a bit to match the storyline :)

The Wedding Guest - Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem! Reader

Today’s date has been marked on your calendar for months. It’s your childhood friend’s wedding day, and you couldn't be happier to be there on her special day.

As you settle into your seat at the winter wedding, you can’t help but feel a sense of awe at the stunning scenery unfolding before you. The candle-lit indoor venue, with its panoramic glass windows offering a view of the snow-covered mountains bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, is nothing short of breathtaking. You’re so mesmerized by the beauty of the moment that you fail to notice the tall dark haired man settling into the seat beside you.

“Quite the view, isn’t it?” He remarks, jolting you from your thoughts. You turn to him, and you’re caught off guard by his appearance. He has captivatingly sharp features, broad shoulders and a tall frame. His eyes are so dark they could peer into your soul, and you can’t help but note how clean he smells. You suddenly become embarrassingly aware of his proximity to you.

“It’s stunning.” You utter in response, and he nods.

“So, what’s your connection to the happy couple?�� He asks.

“I’m a friend of the bride’s. You?”

“The groom happens to be a relative of mine.” He replies. You open your mouth to ask him his name, but before you can utter a word, the room falls silent and the officiant steps forward. The gentle rumble of voices dies down and all eyes turn to the front of the room. You close your mouth, the question left unspoken.

As if he could read your mind, he leans close to you. “It’s Kuroo, by the way.” He whispers. “And you?”

You curse the heat rising to your cheeks at his confidence. “Y/n.” You reply quietly. He hums in acknowledgment, before returning his attention to the ceremony.

•••

As the ceremony concludes, guests begin to filter out of the venue and make their way to the reception area. You linger for a moment, taking in the joyful atmosphere and the sight of the newly married couple exchanging kisses and laughter.

You look away in time to catch Kuroo’s gaze from across the room as he’s caught amidst a conversation with a few other guests. You smile and offer a half-hearted wave. To your bewilderment, he appears to mutter a goodbye to the other guests and begins to make his away across the room to you.

“Long time no see.” You joke when he reaches you.

He huffs a laugh. “Enjoying the festivities?"

You nod, a playful twinkle in your eye. "As much as one can in these uncomfortable clothes," you remark, gesturing to your dress.

Kuroo laughs, a knowing look in his eye. "Tell me about it," he said, shifting on his feet. "These shoes are killing me. I can't wait to get out of them."

You nodded in agreement. "I'd give anything to trade places with you," you say with a smirk. "At least you have the option to take them off."

For a brief moment, Kuroo hesitates at your comment, as if contemplating something. Then, he cracks a smile. "You have a point," he concedes.

Before you can continue your conversation, the groom approaches with mischievous grin on his face. "Kuroo! You have to come join me for a drink," he exclaimed, slinging an arm around Kuroo's shoulder.

Kuroo glances back at you, a silent apology in his eyes, before allowing himself to be dragged away by the groom.

•••

As the reception winds down, you find yourself at the bar, sipping on a glass of champagne as you watch the remaining guests mingle. You lean against the counter, lost in thought, when a familiar figure sidles up beside you.

You turn to find Kuroo, looking slightly disheveled and very clearly drunk. A playful grin spreads across his face as he leans in close to you. "Hey there, fancy feet," (sorry) he slurs, gesturing vaguely toward the dance floor. "I must say, you've got some unique dance moves."

You drag a hand across your face. “Oh god, you were watching me?”

“How could I not?” He teases.

“Someone’s had one too many drinks.” You utter sardonically. “Shouldn’t you be getting home?”

Kuroo blinks at you, momentarily puzzled. “Home?” He repeats, as if the concept is foreign to him. “Oh, right… I’m staying at a hotel down the street.”

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, it’s… that way.” He says, pointing vaguely in one direction before changing his mind. “Actually, no… It’s that way.”

It’s frustratingly clear to you that he has no idea how to get home by himself. You hesitate for a moment, weighing your options, before making a decision. “You know what?” You say, placing a hand on his arm. “I’ll walk you to your hotel. It’s no trouble.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you cut him off with a firm look. “No arguments.” You say firmly. “It’s late, and you’re in no condition to be wandering the streets alone. Come on, let’s get you back.”

With a resigned sigh, Kuroo accepts defeat, following you out of the venue into the cold winter air. As you walk together down the deserted streets, your amusement at the tipsy man stumbling beside you distracts you from the cold.

As you arrive at the hotel, you guide Kuroo up the steps and into the lobby. The dimly lit corridors feel like a maze as you make your way to his room, staggering as he leans heavily on you for support.

Finally, you reach his door, and you fumble with the keycard until the lock clicks open. You push the door open, revealing a cozy hotel room bathed in the soft glow of lamplight. The room is simple yet inviting, with a plush bed adorned with crisp white linens, a small desk tucked into one corner, and a large window offering what you assume to be a perfect view of the mountains in the daylight.

As you step inside, you let out a sigh of relief at the warmth of the room. Kuroo walks past you and sinks into the bed, and you kick off your heels to sit beside him. The mattress dips under your weight, and you allow yourself to sit in silence for a moment.

As you unwind, you reach up to undo your hair from its uncomfortably tight updo. Your curls fall limply to your shoulders, now taking the form of soft waves. You suddenly feel Kuroo’s silent gaze on you, and your pulse quickens slightly at the intimacy of the situation.

“You know,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “I think I prefer your hair like that.”

His words hang in the ear, and your face begins to feel hot. You turn to face him, your heart pounding in your chest as he reaches to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and you allow yourself to lean into it, your breath catching in your throat as his fingers brush against your skin.

Even though you can see it coming a mile away, it does nothing to calm your beating heart as he leans in closer, his lips meeting yours in a tentative kiss. At first it’s slow and gentle, a delicate exploration of each other’s lips as you find your rhythm. His mouth moves against yours in a way that feels almost practiced. Even in his drunken state, his precision sends shivers down your spine.

You let out a wanton sigh and finally melt into his kiss, your fingers tangling in his black hair as you pull him closer. He hums against you, taking your response as an invitation to add more pressure. His hands begin to roam freely over your body, tracing your curves with a reverence that makes your head spin. You return the gesture, your hands roaming across his chest, feeling the unsteady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch.

The kiss grows more fervent now, as your bodies press closer together. It’s a desperate embrace; he kisses you with urgency, like he’s been starved. You have to part to catch your breath, and he wastes no time to litter your collarbone with love marks. He skillfully traces up to your sensitive pulse, where he lingers, his hot mouth drawing an involuntary gasp from you. Just as you begin to feel light headed, your phone starts to buzz in your purse.

The two of you are pulled from your reality, and you take a moment to breathe. You allow your gaze to focus on him, and in the dimly lit hotel room, his eyes somehow appear a shade darker. They flicker across your face as his breathing calms, and a crooked smirk spreads across his painfully handsome features.

“You’re almost as good at kissing as you are at dancing.”

You scoff before reaching up and yanking a piece of his hair, earning a playful wince from him as he draws away from you. You suddenly feel cold again as you shift to pull your phone out of your purse. You answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Y/n? We’ve been looking everywhere for you. We’re leaving, where are you?”

You immediately stand, cursing. “Sorry, I’ll be there in a few minutes!”

~~~

Thanks for reading! I know it was a bit of an abrupt ending and I could definitely still use some experience writing steamy scenes— but I hope this satisfies ;))

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader

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goldyeokki · 9 months

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TWO FOR ONE ★ LEE JENO & LEE DONGHYUCK

★ GENRE! ★ fluff, filthy smut with some plot

★ SYNOPSIS! ★ you come home after a long day to your two boyfriends in skimpy maid outfits. while they fussed over you, you had completely forgotten that it was your birthday. good thing that they had something special prepared for you on your day.

★ WORD COUNT! ★ 11.1k sorry ★ CONTENT WARNINGS! ★ nohyuck in skimpy maid outfits; jeno has cat ears with little bells on them; polyamory with nohyuck; m/m affection and intimacy; pet names (baby, pretty, darling, etc); dumbification; reader is addressed as 'master' in a gender-neutral way a handful of times; lots and lots of praise; oral (both receiving and giving); spanking; choking; double penetration (one hole); overstimulation; edging; spitting; nohyuck's main focus is on reader; nohyuck are pretty sadistic but also loving; manhandling; full nelson (?) of sorts; edited by grammarly; if i missed out anything pls lmk

★ HUA'S NOTE! ★ BESTIE BLUE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! i poured my heart blood soul sweat tears everything to do my best to serve absolute cunt in this fic and bring some of your fantasies to life<3 ilysm hehe

your stomach growls with an impatient scowl as soon as you reach the door to your apartment. it’s been a long day for you at work—clients not cooperating, printers running out of ink, your own coworkers being generally insufferable, you had to submit a pitch and your office servers started lagging—and all you want to do is get rid of the stuffy office clothes, slip into something comfy, and cuddle up to your boyfriends.

donghyuck and jeno have been nothing but absolute sweethearts during this stressful period. luckily for you, the worst is over and your boss told you to take tomorrow off, which pretty much gives you a long weekend. you’ll be able to tell your boys that the pitch is wrapped up and submitted and you’re all due for some quality time together.

you take your access card and press it against the reader. a gentle beep and a click later, you’re in the entryway. you slide your shoes out for your soft, cool indoor slippers and it immediately feels like you’re walking on clouds.

“i’m home,” you call out to the quietude beyond the entryway. you notice the scent of oven-baked chicken and your stomach growls. your cheeks burn in embarrassment. the last time you ate a proper meal was last night’s dinner. if it weren’t for your boyfriends, you probably wouldn’t have had anything since two days ago. your brows knit into a tight frown and you pat your belly as if it’ll soothe your hunger. “jen? hyuck?” you try again, a little louder this time.

your feet immediately start to slowly follow the scent trail of chicken when you don’t hear a response from either of your boyfriends. there’s no way a stranger broke into your apartment, cooked you some food, and then left, right? you crane your neck a little closer to try and catch any form of noise in the kitchen.

“my butt feels exposed in this . . .” jeno’s unmistakable voice perks your ears up. his butt?

“we gotta do it for our baby! they just submitted a hellish pitch and we’re spoiling y/n for a job well done.” donghyuck reasons. there’s just something about the way that he argues his case. no matter who it is or what’s the topic, he’s going to come out on top. you remember when he accidentally picked up a scam call. somehow, he scammed the scammer and earned himself a couple hundred bucks instead. he spent that money on some new tech for his stream setup. a smile appears on your face as you chuckle to yourself at the fond memory but it quickly disappears when you hear jeno complain again.

“they mentioned they find men in maid outfits attractive once and you go the entire highway to hell with the gag.”

“i know what our baby likes, so stop whining, jen!”

“i’m not!”

when it comes to your boyfriends, there is always something for them to bicker about. outsiders who peek through the curtains of your relationship often wonder if there are problems given how often they bicker. countless times you have to explain that that’s just how they communicate.

though, the mention of ‘maid outfits’ paired with the strong, rich aroma of oven-baked chicken piques your curiosity. you turn the corner to find your dining area set up for only one seat, and it’s your seat.

“jen, hyuckie, i’m home.” you say a little louder, waiting for one of them to pop out.

donghyuck’s head peeks out from behind the kitchen divider with a frilly black-white-and-purple hairband perching delicately on his crown. jeno’s head appears on the other side, onyx eyes sparkling with unbridled joy as he stares at you in a mix of surprise, excitement, and nervousness. he turns his head to look at the younger male, as if quietly asking what’s next in slight panic.

then, you notice a soft jingle that follows his every movement and your eyes are brought to the perky white cat ears that conveniently have a little bell attached to each.

“y/n, you’re back!” pure delight spreads across donghyuck’s face and he’s the first to reveal himself fully to you.

he’s barrelling into you from the kitchen like an excited puppy and a mixture of frilly blacks, whites, and purples attacks you. when his arms wrap around you to trap you, he buries his face in your neck to litter as many kisses as he can, wherever he can reach and making sure he’s as loud as possible.

“hi baby, welcome back.” jeno waves at you from the kitchen, still hiding most of himself. donghyuck pulls away to look at the silver-haired male with one hand on his hip. when jeno notices the sass emanating from donghyuck, he immediately scowls at the other. “what? don’t look at me like that, dude.”

“did you just ‘dude’ your own boyfriend?” donghyuck sasses and jeno rolls his eyes playfully. “aren’t you gonna say hi to our baby y/n and welcome them home properly?” he has one arm around you, pulling you close before pressing a soft kiss to your temple to goad your other boyfriend. unfortunately, the poor man is torn between saving himself from a lifetime of embarrassment of being in a maid outfit and running over to you so he can embrace you whilst giving you one fat kiss on the lips.

his bottom lip juts out into an adorable pout knowing that he’s lost the fight immediately. unlike donghyuck, jeno’s manner of affection is more cat-like. he stays close to you, stares at you when you’re doing something, and doesn’t always initiate a conversation unless something piques his interest or he just wants to hear you talk. your other third’s puppy-like manner of affection often includes but isn’t limited to body-slamming into you or jeno, giving kisses wherever he can whenever he can, and physically being in contact.

you’re able to adapt easily to their respective love languages since you do enjoy receiving what they give. you often dish out words of affirmation and when you have partners like them, they act like you’re a divine being whispering blessings so their crops will flourish for the season.

“am i interrupting playtime for the two of you?” the corners of your lips curl upwards into a small, amused smile as you turn to look at your boyfriend.

“no, you’re not interrupting anything at all, pretty thing.” donghyuck solely focuses his attention on you now, leaning forward to give you a gentle, chaste kiss on your lips.

the second he makes contact, it feels like you can melt into him and let all of your worries for the day disappear. he pulls away but you immediately grab a fistful of his top and drag him back into you. when you’re finally satisfied with the kiss, you release him. he looks a little disoriented as he recovers but he doesn’t let the opportunity to wink flirtatiously at you slip away.

“we just wanted to prepare you a little surprise because we know how stressed out you’ve been lately.” he raises his arm to pat your head and you pout. your heart swells with so much pride that you’re bursting at the seams—you have so much love for the two of them that you fed the tears coming. donghyuck scrunches his nose cutely, giving you an air kiss before he turns to your other third. “so lee jeno, pleaaase?”

“i hate you.” the poor victim grumbles from his safe refuge. you look at the kitchen to see him concealing himself completely, mustering all of the courage and strength he needs to step over the threshold in all of his puppy maid glory.

“i love you too, lee nono!” your boyfriend teases in a sing-song voice, not once hiding his giggles that you can’t help but laugh along with him.

eventually, jeno steps out in his metaphorical evening gown with his cheeks burning red. the bright colour reaches all the way to the tips of his ears as he pouts angrily at your other amused boyfriend.

“oh, baby!” you coo immediately when he appears. you slip away from donghyuck’s grip to walk over to your other extremely bashful boyfriend.

due to his size and build, the already skimpy maid outfit looks absolutely scandalous on him. he’s wearing what appears to be a cat-maid version of the outfit, which has an adorable cat cutout that exposes part of his chest. the hem of the skirt barely covers his ass and you know that he has to wear something underneath the frills so his dick wouldn’t accidentally reveal itself. not that you’d mind if it did.

“you look absolutely handsome, jen.” you cup his cheeks with your hands, pure adoration filling your soul as you bring him towards you for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“you’re just saying that,” he mumbles sourly against your lips. you smile and appease him with a small peck but there's a slight shift in your energy for what you have planned next. you swivel your head around dramatically to look at donghyuck’s outfit to compare and you squint your eyes at him. he feigns innocence, giving you a big, big smile that rounds his soft cheeks.

“and you set him up!” you point an accusatory finger at him. you’re doing everything you can to resist the urge to pinch his cheek. they just look so soft!

he gasps, scandalised by your insinuation as he quickly takes big steps to cross over to you. the frills on his skimpy skirt dance along with each movement, almost mocking you until he’s within arm’s reach. he grabs your arm gently to plead his case, batting his eyelashes at you with the best puppy eyes and pout that he can muster.

“no, i didn’t! i just knew jeno would look really cute!” to prove his point, he tugs at jeno’s firm bicep and then pinches his cheek gently. the third scrunches his nose at the sudden attack. “and he looks really cute, doesn’t he?!”

oh well. he’s right. can’t argue with that.

even though donghyuck is not wearing something nearly as scandalous as his counterpart, it still reveals his toned stomach, biceps, and thighs. he doesn’t exactly look like a proper maid . . . more like a playboy magazine.

“you set me up!” jeno cries, poking the other, and now you’re sandwiched between your boyfriends who are bickering again while scantily clad in pornographic maid outfits.

“uhuh, uhuh, and you look handsomely cute so what’s the problem?” donghyuck rolls his eyes then pecks him to keep the other quiet for a short while.

“c’mon, hyuckie . . .” he sulks and you can’t help but caress his cheek and kiss him on the corner of his mouth. but of course, jeno isn’t satisfied with it, pouting for a proper kiss so you give him exactly what he wants to sate him.

“okay! enough chitchat. our beloved darling, come sit down. we prepared dinner and some activities for you tonight.” donghyuck wraps his arm around your waist to lead you back to the dining table. he grabs your shoulder bag and passes it to jeno who immediately rushes to your shared bedroom to keep it. of course, you couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at the curve of his ass under the skirt when it rides up slightly as he moves.

“what’s the occasion?” you ask, leaning against the back of your chair as you turn to look at donghyuck. “usually, when i finish a pitch, we pop open a bottle of wine and watch disney movies, handsome.” you laugh to yourself but your face instantly morphs into one of confusion when he looks surprised.

“baby . . . ” he begins. he looks genuinely shell-shocked and his gaze drifts to jeno who returns to stand behind you and quietly play with your hair. “babe, they forgot.”

“baby, you forgot your own birthday?” jeno echoes, and you nearly choke on air.

“my birthday?” there’s no way it’s your birthday.

“yeah. it’s today?” donghyuck and jeno exchange glances, reciting the exact date simultaneously. in a heartbeat, donghyuck also recites your sun, rising, and moon zodiac signs with a smug grin on his face. you roll your eyes but it doesn’t mask the genuine guilt that you’re feeling within yourself. holy shit. it is your birthday. you’ve associated the date with the deadline so much that you had completely forgotten that it’s your birthday. “oh geez, baby, that only means we need to get you to really relax.”

“good thing we prepared something special for you.” jeno perks up with a smile in his voice, leaning down to kiss you on your cheek.

as if they’ve practised while you were away at work, they head into the kitchen to prepare dinner for you. you lean back with a smile and patiently wait. you hear some clanging, jeno whining in pain, a little bit of bickering, and a soft pop. shortly after, jeno appears with a bright-eyed smile, practically skipping over with your favourite wine glass and pouring in the blood-red liquid.

“it’s kinda quiet, do you want music, pretty?” he offers with a cute pout on his lips.

“i can be the music! quick, what song do you want?” donghyuck appears with a plate of freshly roasted chicken and some sides for you. without even waiting for you to answer, he immediately belts part of the chorus to my heart will go on, which makes you and jeno both burst into giggles.

he spins for you as he makes his way over to the dining table, the skirt fabric twirling along with him as he presents your food to you before placing them carefully on the table. your stomach immediately growls in response; for a brief moment, you forget that you are hungry and tired.

“oh my, has our baby been hungry?” jeno coos as he leans against his chair, looking over you fondly. you’re about to pick up the fork and cut the chicken yourself but donghyuck smacks your hand away playfully. you gasp and look at him in mock offence, to which he replies with an equally scandalised expression of mock insult. the other chuckles as he watches on.

“i’m not gonna let our hardworking master lift a finger.” there’s no room for argument in the way he shoots you a look of warning. rolling your eyes, you relent and lean back in your seat.

donghyuck and jeno immediately fall in step to begin working. the former cuts out a piece of chicken for you and places it on your plate, while the latter breaks it down into smaller pieces. you didn’t think they’d take their roles so seriously as your cute little maids, but here they are, doing every single menial task for you so all you have to do is sit back and relax.

“open up, baby,” jeno calls for you with a forkful of chicken dipped in brown sauce. you want to ask where in the world did they get this recipe from but he’s prodding it against your lips. a small smile forms and you do as he says, earning yourself praise from the two. “ah, you’re so good!”

“you eat so well, baby!” donghyuck choruses along.

your chest swells with pride as their sugary words sink into your brain, permanently etching the satisfying high that comes every time they praise you. hell yeah, you do eat well.

they continue to spoon-feed you every bite, carefully helping you with your wine when you want a sip, and you do feel absolutely pampered. not a second goes by without praise or an affectionate kiss. you're feeling like you’re on top of the world in a cosy apartment in the heart of seoul that the three of you call home.

when you’ve had your fill, jeno is the first to reward you with a head pat.

“all done, pretty?” he hums and you nod.

neither of them allowed you to lift a finger, even when you offered to put away the dirty plate and utensils as a small way to thank them for such a lovely night so far. jeno stays with you as donghyuck leaves to bring the used items to the kitchen.

“don’t start without me!” donghyuck shouts from the kitchen when the other takes your hand and leads you to your shared room. you don’t exactly understand what your other boyfriend meant by that but you would do anything to relax with your boyfriends within reach.

as soon as you’re both in your room, jeno sits you down on the edge of the bed.

“can i take off your clothes and give you a massage, pretty?” he asks from where he kneels on the floor before you.

“yes please, my sweet puppy.” you coo with a soft smile, deciding to tease him a little by stroking his chin. he pouts but it disappears, melting into an adorable smile the second you lean in to kiss him.

you let him do whatever he wants to as he carefully undresses you. his soft lips find themselves pressing light, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as he makes quick work of your flowy button-up. with every inch of you slowly becoming more exposed, he takes the opportunity to cover you in kisses everywhere he possibly can.

he pushes the fabric off your shoulders and tosses it into the laundry basket with acute precision. his warm hands find themselves on your ribs, caressing you while his lips rediscover your almost-bare canvas. your heart flutters in your chest, racing a mile a minute.

he gives you gentle kisses over the curve of your chest and chuckles softly when he feels how rapidly your heart is beating.

“is my baby nervous?” he looks up at you through his pretty eyelashes, winking as he leaves a trail of kisses down your stomach. seeing one of your boyfriends in a skimpy maid outfit and cute cat ears on his knees unlocks something inside of you that you never noticed. you take a deep breath before you start to plant seeds of lustful thoughts in your head. “just relax, pretty. i’ll make you feel good.”

“i know you will, handsome.” you ruffle his hair affectionately as he grins, hands making quick work of your bottoms and taking them off. he offers you a hand to hold yourself steady while you step out of the fabric that pools around your feet. he tells you to lay down on the bed but not before placing an intimate kiss on your hip bone where some of your stretch marks reign glory.

of course, you comply with a giddy smile. between him and donghyuck, jeno is the one who’s better skilled at massaging you, so it’s not a surprise that he’s in charge of this part of the surprise. you hear a bottle cap pop open and a gentle warning that the massage oil is a little cold comes from his lips.

you hear a series of knocks on the closed door and your smile immediately widens into a grin.

“come in!” you and jeno chorus simultaneously.

donghyuck enters to make a beeline to where your head is. he climbs onto the bed and you immediately pick up what he’s about to do. you raise yourself into a planking position so he can slot himself there sideways, fold his left leg, and present his lap as your pillow.

“are you sure that’s going to be comfortable?” jeno asks with a raised eyebrow but your other boyfriend turns a deaf ear to him. you rest your head there and make yourself comfortable while still making sure that jeno has room to work on your stiff muscles.

“my lap is always comfortable.” donghyuck counters whilst running his thick fingers through your hair.

“fair enough.”

with his free hand, donghyuck messes around on his phone and right off the bat, you recognise that it’s his ‘date night at home’ playlist playing through the bluetooth speakers. he starts to tinker around with the lighting, flooding the room with a deep rose red and is immediately met with protests from jeno.

“turn the lights back to normal, i can’t see what i’m doing!” he complains with a huff. both of his large hands are poised delicately on the small of your back, thumbs ready to gently press into the muscle and massage. he holds himself in place, not wanting to accidentally press on a pressure point that could possibly immobilise you.

“but what about the ambience?” donghyuck whisper-yells the last word.

“we can do that later. for . . . y’know.”

you immediately break into a grin as you listen to the two bicker between themselves as they fuss over you.

“how about we get the massage down first before we move on to whatever activities you have planned next?” you’re not an idiot. you know that they’re talking about sex. the fact that they’re trying to disguise it as a surprise is just so adorable and endearing to you. it’s almost innocent, you think, the way they’re talking about it, which is incredibly ironic because they’re anything but when it comes to having sex.

“that sounds like a great idea, pretty.” jeno chimes in within a heartbeat. “hyuckie?”

“you’re lucky you’re both cute. so lucky that i love you both so much to the point i kinda hate you two.” donghyuck, defeated, turns the lights back to normal whilst grumbling to himself. he continues to play with your hair and give you a scalp massage while jeno continues to massage you.

“we love you too, hyuckie.” you and jeno both chorus with a teasing lilt in your voices, smiling to yourself when he buffs.

jeno’s fingers and strength when pressing into your muscles are firm yet his grip is gentle as he hovers over you, starting with your back since you spend most of your time sitting in the office.

“baby, your muscles are literally so stiff,” he mumbles under his breath. he sounds genuinely surprised and a little bit sad. “i don’t know if only a massage can fix it.”

“have faith in yourself, jen.” you purr in content. between jeno fixing the knots in your back and donghyuck gently scratching your scalp while playing with your hair, you’re as good as putty in their hands. you’re melting into a puddle in your shared bed with a blissed-out smile on your face.

every time jeno presses into a particularly stiff spot, a moan of relief comes tumbling from your lips before you can even stop yourself. you can’t even remember the last time you had gotten a decent back massage. your face scrunches up in pleasure, whimpering a quiet, “fuck, right there,” in between your moans. honestly, you don’t even mean to sound sexual—it just feels that good.

“right there?” jeno echoes with a slightly teasing edge to his tone, putting more pressure on the area. maybe it’s on purpose, but you don’t really care because you’re generously moaning in affirmation for him. sweat starts to build along your hairline and back from the effort that your boyfriend is putting into undoing the stubborn knots along your back.

“uhuh,” your fingers dig into the sheets beneath you to give yourself the illusion of some form of control over yourself. “right there, baby, mhm.” your eyes roll to the back of your head as another generous moan of pleasure bounces off the walls, eyelids sewn shut as you focus on how good it feels to have your muscles finally release the tension in your body.

you don’t know how long jeno has been massaging you. he was on your shoulders and now on your hips, making his way down to work on your thighs and calves next. from head to toe, your body feels light as a feather, probably floating off the mattress. you can probably attempt a cartwheel if you’re not so weak in the knees when you stand up.

“babe– are you serious?”

“what, you’re not turned on when y/n moans because they feel good?”

jeno falls silent. it finally registers in your brain that he stopped his movement completely, hands stiffly placed on the small of your back. curious, you shift your position but it’s not until you peel your eyes open that you see donghyuck jerking off right in front of you.

“hyuckie . . .” you start, the corners of your lips curling upwards into an amused grin. the duo-toned cock, heavy and thick, stands tall and proud in his hand as he gently strokes himself at a slow pace. beads of precum form at the mushroomy head as he glanced back at you unapologetically. he even dares to raise his eyebrows, smirking as if he’s not caught red-handed.

“i can’t jerk off to my baby? is that a crime when you sound so pretty when you’re moaning like a whore?” if you weren’t so hot and bothered by his voice dropping an octave while whispering sinful things for you and jeno to hear, you would be laughing and smacking him playfully. “i asked you a question, pretty thing.”

your voice dies in your throat, mind going blank as you fall into a trance-like state, watching his erection ebb and throb for you. your eyes constantly shift between his face and his cock, already finding it difficult to think properly. heat pools in your core and you shake your head.

“i need to hear it from your mouth. surely you know how to use it other than for us to fuck it, right?” chills run down your spine when he taunts you.

“yes.” finally, you find your voice but at this point, you’re not thinking enough. thoughts of wrapping your lips around his cock, suckling on the tip, and taking him as far back to the back of your throat completely fogs up your brain. you look back at him, all doe-eyed, only for him to pout in an exaggerated display of being upset.

“yes? you mean it’s wrong for me to jerk off for my stupid little cockhungry slut?” he taunts you even further. you gasp and shake your head in panic, chanting nos under your breath but he’s already sliding out from underneath you. “if you were uncomfortable with it, you should’ve just told me.” he continues and you know that he means none of it at all.

“hyuck . . .” jeno warns him lowly but he waves his free hand dismissively to signal that it’s fine.

“wait, no!” you plead breathlessly and reach out for him in hopes that he’ll come back, but he doesn’t. suddenly, something prods against your folds through the fabric of your panties. jeno immediately finds your clit and starts to put pressure on the bundle of nerves instead, rendering you speechless as you turn your attention to your other boyfriend.

he starts to roll the bud in slow, steady, agonising circles. when you make eye contact, he only raises an eyebrow and then points his chin to donghyuck. you find yourself easily giving in—have you been that stressed from work?—and an airy moan of his name comes tumbling from your lips as you turn.

“is this favouritism that i’m seeing?” donghyuck scoffs in disapproval. you’re quick to whip your head back around and plead for him.

“it’s not! i’m just–“ you’ve cut yourself off when jeno pushes the tip of his finger into your entrance through the thin fabric of your underwear. “jen.” you gasp, wanting to turn to look at the perpetrator but donghyuck gently grabs your jaw to make eye contact with you.

“you’re just what?” the corners of his mouth curl upwards into a twisted smile, goading you silently as he brings his cockhead to your lips. you stick your tongue out to catch it, to hopefully be able to take him into your mouth and feel the burning stretch as he slowly pushes his cock into your throat, but he clicks his tongue whilst tapping his tip on the bed of your tongue.

“hyuckie . . .” your clit pulses when jeno’s fingers find it again to toy with them. “want your cock, please?”

“yeah? our little master wants their maids’ fat cocks in their holes?” you swallow thickly, nodding eagerly with every word that comes from donghyuck’s pouty lips.

“fuck, yes.”

“on all fours, pretty thing.”

you don’t even have enough time to process the instruction. jeno grabs you by the hips and pulls you into the correct position, leaving you barely scrambling to support your torso with your arms. instinctively, your back arches into a gentle curve, pushing your hips back for him.

“such a good and obedient one, aren’t you?” donghyuck praises you so sweetly that your stomach is filled with butterflies. one of his hands gently strokes underneath your chin teasingly and you pout, to which he chuckles and apologises by giving you a soft peck.

“we’re so blessed to have such a good pet for us, don’t we, hyuck?” you’re relishing in the shower of affection but are immediately brought to reality when a sudden sharp sting sears against your left asscheek. the satisfying smack reverberates through the room and your breath hitches in complete surprise. you turn to look at jeno who grins back at you, winking as he smooths his large palm over where he just spanked you.

“absolutely.” donghyuck choruses in agreement, grabbing your jaw once again to make you look at him instead. “open up, baby. what do you say when i let you suck me off?”

“thank you, hyuckie.”

“good.”

finally, you’re rewarded with the girth of his cock pushing past your lips at the same time that jeno pushes his warm tongue into you. you welcome them both eagerly, hips pushing back to feel more of the latter while you slowly take more and more of donghyuck’s cock. the slightly salty taste of precum fills your mouth as he reaches deeper until he hits the back of your throat.

“that’s it, baby, you’re so good for us,” he coos, hand moving to support your jaw, thumb caressing your cheekbone with a sweet smile on his face. spurred on by his praise, you moan softly around his cock as his hand slides to delve his fingers into your hair. the thick digits curl into your scalp, tugging at the locks to fuck your throat. the sting that comes with the impact barely registers in your mind, too lost in the feeling of being full that comes with him using your mouth for his own pleasure.

you feel jeno shuffling and rearranging himself behind you before he completely disappears. a whine is caught in the back of your throat, the vibrations making donghyuck buck his hips against your face a little harder.

“don’t worry little one, i’m still here,” jeno gives your clit a gentle kiss. his hands run up and down the expanse of your thigh, grabbing onto your hips to bring you down onto his face. your eyelids flutter shut, heat pooling at your core when his nose bumps against the hood of your clit while eating you out like a man starved. “tastes so fucking good.”

“don’t they, babe?” another string of praises comes from both your partners and your heart flutters in pride. your head starts to spin from jeno’s lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves and two fingers delving deep into your drooling cunt while donghyuck continues to facefuck you at a steady, rhythmic pace. you moan around his cock when jeno suddenly suckles, making your other partner groan, grinding his hips against your face. “moan like that for me again. keep doing what you’re doing, babe, fuck.”

jeno chuckles, one of his hands reaching around you to land another satisfying spank on your ass. although you had anticipated it, your brain’s inability to brace yourself for his strength only causes you to lurch forward as you suck and swallow generously around donghyuck’s cock. since you’ve been gifted a new position—sitting upright with jeno’s face as your seat—you’re able to wrap one hand around the remaining of his erection to stimulate what you can’t fit in your mouth.

“that’s it, baby, fuck, you always look so fucking gorgeous with my cock in your mouth,” he groans. “gonna start fucking your face, are you gonna let me use your throat, pretty thing?” he completely pulls you off of his cock, a mix of spit and his precum staining your lips in a glossy sheen. you moan, eyes fluttering shut when jeno slides in a third finger and starts to flick your clit with the tip of his tongue. “hey, hey, we’ve barely started and you’re already so fucked out, baby?”

donghyuck tugs at your hair a little harsher, vying for your attention until your eyes are finally on him. you’re gifted with an absolutely stunning view. his hair is slightly dishevelled, apron straps falling off of his broad shoulders to reveal more of his chest, frilly skirt pulled back to reveal his cock covered in the essence of your spit, all while smirking down at you.

“like the view, pretty?”

you nod, dazed but immediately snap to attention when jeno spanks your ass another time. the sting does nothing but make your walls clench around his fingers tighter. you can feel your orgasm slowly approaching, winding a knot in your lower belly.

“mmh, yeah.” your answer comes in a moan dragged from your throat. donghyuck pokes your bottom lip with his tip while he strokes himself slowly, a sadistic grin throning on his handsome features.

“yeah? you like being at our mercy?” he coos condescendingly, raising his eyebrows in mild amusement when you stick your tongue out at him to catch his cock. he lines himself up, letting his erection rest on the bed of your wet pink muscle, but he doesn’t shove it down your throat, no. instead, he pats his tip against it. “i’d expect nothing less from a cockhungry slut like you.”

with a vicious sneer, he probes your mouth open and starts to fuck your throat at a mind-numbing pace. you gag against him with every thrust into the back of your throat, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from how sudden and painful it is but god, it only makes you wetter and your walls flutter around jeno’s thick digits. you do your best to swallow around his cock, eager to make him cum as you brace yourself with your hands on his thighs, blunt nails digging into the sturdy flesh but you’re torn between focusing on donghyuck and the stomach-flipping pleasure that comes from jeno’s mouth and hands.

you moan around donghyuck’s cock, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss when jeno strikes against your ass again. the sharp pain only melts into a buzzing sensation that sends another rush of heat to your core, tightening the knot that’s forming in your lower belly.

“shit, keep doing that,” donghyuck groans from above you. the rhythm of his hips starts to get sloppier and more rushed, and you realise that jeno is trying to coax your orgasm by fucking his fingers into your core at the same speed as your boyfriend. “fuck, your mouth feels too fucking good. i’m gonna cum into your mouth and you’re gonna take it all like the good fuck toy you are, aren’t you?”

there’s no other option for you but to moan in order to answer him. you want to nod your head, however, all you can do is look up at him all doe-eyed in hopes you’re able to elicit a reaction from him. the knot in your lower belly starts to get tighter, thighs and core burning from trying not to sit on jeno’s face entirely while donghyuck uses your mouth. another sharp sting sends a rush of electricity straight to your pussy when he grips your hair tighter, scalp prickling from the sensation as you whine around his cock.

the vibrations of your throat push him over the edge. donghyuck pulls his cock from your mouth and you complain with a weak moan of his name.

“easy, baby. i’ll give you what you want.” he hisses sharply, hand stroking himself faster and faster as he points his tip to your lips. you immediately catch onto what he’s about to do. you part your lips and stick your tongue out for him to spill his load down your throat. “shit, you already know what to do; such a good little cocksleeve for me.”

your brain starts to melt between the praise coming from your boyfriend and the ceaseless ministrations from the other, hellbent on getting you to cum. lucky for jeno, you’re nearing your high and your hips have found a mind of their own, bucking into his face as you wrap your lips around donghyuck’s tip and start suckling on it gently.

“oh, fuck!”

just like that, he releases into your mouth, thick white ropes shooting far down your throat. at the same time, the knot in your belly snaps, sending soft waves of pleasure to your brain and the tips of your fingers as you cum all over your other boyfriend’s face.

“that’s it, baby, give me everything,” jeno grunts softly around your throbbing clit. your walls flutter around his fingers as they continue to delve deeper, brushing against your g-spot as he fingerfucks you through your orgasm. he gives soft pecks to your throbbing clit while the muscles of your thighs tremble slightly from holding up your weight.

you eagerly swallow everything that goes down your throat, the slight bitterness of his cum tasting so delectable on your tongue. when you’re sure that you have everything cleaned up, you stick your tongue out for donghyuck. he takes your wet muscle between a hooked index finger and his thumb, pulling at it tenderly to inspect it further.

“such a good fuck toy, i don’t even need to let you know what you should be doing.” he tugs your jaw open, gathering spit in his mouth before he lets it drip from his lips and down to your tongue. you can taste the japanese black tea that he had earlier as you swallow it and he pats your cheek condescendingly as a form of wordless praise.

your head spins from the aftermath of your orgasm and how mean donghyuck is being to you that you barely register that jeno is still fingerfucking you. you look down at him, beads of sweat pricking at his hairline as he dutifully continues to eat you out.

“jeno,” you mewl meekly, hips rolling onto his face. his sharp eyes momentarily meet yours. he winks at you only to continue with more fervour this time, lapping at your juices and sucking at your throbbing clit whilst his digits curl deep into your walls, fingertips easily pressing against the soft, gummy roof with every thrust inside. “no, fuck, jeno, i can’t– sensitive!” you can barely string a sentence together and he’s enjoying every second of it, urging you to come apart a second time.

his continuous ministrations have your thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach tightens once again. there’s no way you can avoid it any longer. the second that he moans around your clit, hot white spreads throughout your body as your walls gush around his fingers a second time, making a mess with your head thrown back and your fingers fisting the sheets as your entire body tightens up.

“did you cum again, baby?” donghyuck coos. you shakily nod your head, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you gaze at him weakly.

“always tastes so sweet, hyuck,” jeno groans under his breath as he effortlessly manoeuvres you so your back is on the bed. your other boyfriend props your head and neck properly with the silk pillows.

from head to toe, your entire body is buzzing from the aftermath of having two orgasms less than ten minutes apart. you lazily look over at your two boyfriends who are rejoicing in a sweet exchange of what appears to be an innocent kiss. the corners of your lips curl upwards into a smile but it immediately disappears when jeno shoves his fingers—stained with your pearlescent slick—into donghyuck’s mouth and the latter eagerly cleans up the mess.

you tip your head back, the visuals being too much for you to handle especially when you’re still coming down from your two simultaneous highs. your poor clit is throbbing from the incessant abuse yet a heavy pulse tells you that you crave for more.

“like what you see, y/n?” jeno’s slight rasp calling out your name gains your attention and you peek up to see them both moving towards you. he settles himself between your still trembling thighs while donghyuck leans down to give you a kiss, tongue shoving itself past your lips so you can taste yourself on him. you moan into the kiss and right when your hands start to wander, you’re both being forced apart only for jeno to take your chin and kiss you instead.

“aww, our jeno is jealous, how cute.” if you weren’t so hot and bothered, you’d be giggling and teasing along. he nibbles your bottom lip and it pulls out a moan from you, back arching delicately into him. his hand nimbly runs to your lower back to support you, all while your other third giggles and pushes your hair back. “we can’t wait to ruin our cute little master.”

when oxygen becomes a necessity, you’re forced to pull away. donghyuck’s words echo dangerously in your mind and you look at him pouting.

“what?” that was all that you manage to exhale in a single breath.

“well, since it’s your birthday, pretty,” jeno begins as he sets you back down gently. he handles you like you’re made out of the finest china and it makes your heart flutter every time. “why don’t you tell us the one thing you’ve been wanting to try for quite some time?”

wait . . . he surely doesn’t mean that, does he?

“there’s no reason to be shy, baby. we don’t bite, do we, nono?” although their tone is light and encouraging, you feel like mere prey at the mercy of your two big, mean predators who are ready to devour you. their gazes are heavy and full of lust, not one of them even doing anything to hide it. “well, even if we do, we know you’ll moan prettily for us like you always do.”

that’s your cue to groan, eyes screwing shut knowing that you’ve fallen right where they want you to. they’re definitely thinking about it. they know that you know that they know. they just want you to say it out loud.

you’ve talked to them about it before. at first, they were apprehensive about the idea. it took a lot of convincing on your part to even get them to entertain the idea but your efforts are not in vain it seems. you’ve whispered sins into their ears, and planted seeds of lust, all to coax them into fucking you in one hole instead of two.

“c’mon,” jeno hums, using the hold he has on your chin as leverage to tilt your gaze back onto him and donghyuck. “use your words, otherwise we won’t know what you want.”

your cheeks are burning hot as they lean over your body, heat once again pooling at your core. a sharp throb ebbs in your clit as you imagine the stretch that comes with having both of their cocks in your cunt, rearranging your guts as they toss you around like a mere doll. you look up at them through your eyelashes, blessed with the view of your boyfriends with their lips swollen and red, cocks standing at attention while they still don their dishevelled maid outfits diligently.

“i . . .” you attempt but the words quickly die in your throat. you look over at jeno who gives you an encouraging nod. then, your eyes flit over to donghyuck who’s also doing the same but with a teasing edge to it, all to push you to admit your fantasies to them. “both . . . i want both of your cocks . . . in my pussy.”

“yeah? is that what you want, pretty thing?” donghyuck’s right hand is wrapped around his cock while his other reaches for your sensitive yet needy cunt. “we’ve always been giving you both of our cocks though, don’t we, nono?” he pouts, looking at your other third at the same time he starts to slide his middle finger between your folds.

“don’t see what’s the difference there, baby.” jeno joins in on faking having no idea what you’re talking about. “we always give you both in your pussy.”

“fuck,” you whine in desperation as donghyuck’s finger circles your clit then runs back down to your entrance, poking the tip in only to pull it back out. “i want both your cocks in my pussy at the same time.”

“how badly do you want it?” your eyes narrow at donghyuck’s disposition to tease you and make you beg. he only cocks an eyebrow upward with a malicious smirk, pressing down on your clit to rub figure eights to remind you that he’s the one in charge—not you.

“please fuck me, with both your cocks in my pussy,” you plead breathily, reaching out for both their hands. jeno is the one who makes contact first while donghyuck caresses your cheek so tenderly that you lean into his soft palm, smiling so sweetly at you. “want them both at the same time, please!”

a moan spills from your throat when donghyuck shoves two fingers into your cunt. the heel of his palm easily bumps against your throbbing clit in an effort to get you to stumble over your words as your fingers intertwine with jeno’s and the worst part is, it’s working perfectly in his favour.

“what was that?” jeno hums, squeezing your joined hands. your heavy-lidded eyes flit over to the snowy-haired male and a whimper of his name is stuck in the back of your throat. you want to glare at him but the stern gaze that he’s giving you makes it clear that there’s no room for being a brat. “better be grateful we’re going to give you what you want, pretty.”

“he’s right, baby.” donghyuck starts to slowly drag his digits in and out of your drooling cunt.

“please, please,” you try again, desperate for something more—something that’ll render you completely speechless and draw your mind blank. an idea pops into your head and you’re about sixty percent sure it’ll work. “i want both of my maids’ cocks stuffing my pussy full. i want both of you to ruin me, turn your master into your shared cocksleeve, please?”

you know you hit the jackpot when you catch their cocks throb and twitch impatiently at your sultry words. they exchange brief looks before jeno is hooking your left leg over his shoulder while donghyuck pushes your other thigh apart to accommodate them both.

“now we gotta make sure you can fit us both.” a dark grin encompasses jeno’s features as he leans forward to give your throbbing clit a kiss and you feel a hot pulse.

“you can barely fit one of us, don’t tell me you’re being greedy.” donghyuck raises an eyebrow to challenge you.

“have we spoiled you so often that you’re getting cocky now, baby?”

before you can even defend yourself, jeno’s middle and index fingers join donghyuck’s, drawing a breathy, desperate moan from your lips as your head tips back. the stretch from having their digits inside of you at the same time is giving you a mere taste of what’s coming next and you’re already breathless.

“no,” you groan. “i can fit both, i swear!”

donghyuck reaches for your jaw with his other hand to force your attention on them, making you watch them as the sloppy, squelching sounds of your slick fill the room. jeno, however, brings your intertwined hands to his lips, giving you a kiss on your knuckles as he winks at you. your stomach flutters restlessly and your walls clench around them both in a mix of trepidation and excitement, wondering just what comes next.

“i don’t know, can you?” it’s jeno’s turn to taunt and you tighten around him, clit throbbing around his words. he leans into the sensitive bud and lets a fat globule of spit land squarely. the contrast between the hot liquid and the cool air conditioning in your room sends a shiver up your spine, rendering you speechless when donghyuck reaches over to take your clit into his mouth and suckle gently on it instead.

“fuck, hyuckie,” you pant hotly, squeezing your intertwined hands the same time your cunt does. donghyuck slides in a second finger and now you’re stretched out with four thick and long digits delving deep into your core, rubbing against your g-spot to force another orgasm out of you. “shit, i can, i promise! i– i’ll take everything even if i can’t. you’ll make me take it . . . right?” your voice dies down at the end of the sentence but their sinister smiles only grow bigger.

“oh, baby,” jeno starts to fuck into your cunt faster, curling his digits into a firm hook to guide both himself and donghyuck deeper, watching your face scrunch up cutely from the pleasure of having too much at once. “of course, we will. that’s why we’re stretching you out first - we’re preparing you for our fat cocks.”

“though, it looks like you won’t be able to take it.” donghyuck pouts, taunting you over your reactions. “your little pussy is wrapping around us so tightly. you can barely handle one of us and now you want us both at the same time?”

“i can!” you mewl in a desperate attempt to redeem yourself but his words do nothing but send your head into a tailspin. the wet sounds of your juices squelching noisily in tandem with the rhythm and speed that their fingers are dragging in and out of your cunt mercilessly. “i can, i promise.” once again, tears spring from the corners of your eyes when jeno leans forward to play with your throbbing clit, driving you towards your third orgasm.

your heart is racing wildly against your ribcage, your body set alight from your orgasms but it doesn’t seem like your boyfriends are going to stop any time soon. broken moans and cries of their names fall from your quivering lips, wet droplets gliding down your burning cheeks as they grin cheekily at you. with your walls fluttering around their joined fingers and squirming with every harsh, strong suck from jeno, the telltale signs that your third orgasm is near is clear as day.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum, i can’t– jeno, i’m gonna cum!”

the knot in your belly is tightening, ready to snap and break and wash over you with complete euphoric bliss, but it disappears right when you’re about to cum.

both your partners pull out their fingers and completely withdraw themselves from you, getting into seated positions instead as they smile innocently at you. they planned this. they definitely planned this against you. you could taste your climax on the tip of your tongue but it’s immediately stripped away from you, leaving your cunt gaping and clenching around nothing in desperation for release. you’re left with a sickly buzz in your body, too turned on to fight but too lightheaded to even do anything about it.

“jen, hyuck, that was evil.” your poor attempt to complain to them has your voice coming out in a weak croak, worn and dry from having screamed and cried out their names for who knows how long already. hydrating was in the back of your mind now—all you want is to cum and you’re going to do it with your boyfriends’ cocks inside you.

“it wasn’t evil, it’s called keeping you on your toes, little master.” of course, donghyuck has the smart retort ready to fire back at you.

“if you want to cum, you have to beg for it. i think we’ve been spoiling you rotten for too long.” jeno leans back, wrapping his slick-stained hand around his cock. donghyuck mirrors his movements as they jerk themselves off to you with shameless grins on their faces knowing that they have absolute control and power over you.

“jen, hyuck, please,” you whine as you shakily get up from your position on shaky arms, trying to support yourself properly. despite your vision being clouded with tears, you do your best to make eye contact with them both as you get on all fours, crawling towards jeno. “please, i want your cocks so fucking bad, i need them in my pussy now.”

when you’re closer to jeno, he guides your hips with his free hand while donghyuck helps you out with his other, making sure to sandwich you between their bodies. you straddle him, shakily hovering over him while he continues to fist himself.

“yeah? think you deserve both of our cocks at once, pretty thing?” donghyuck purrs into your ear. he slowly sinks your hips lower and lower until your folds are on jeno’s girthy, veiny cock. you whimper when you finally feel him, warm against you, veins throbbing which sends a hot pulse to your clit when his tip catches onto your hood.

“fuck, yes,” you whine, hands propped onto jeno’s chest to support yourself. “i need both of your cocks in my pussy, please, want you both to stretch me out and fuck me til i’m begging for your mercy. i need you both to absolutely fuck me stupid and ruin me for your own pleasure, please.”

“is that so?” donghyuck massages your hip, rocking his cock against your entrance but never quite slipping in as you want him to. “what do you think, nono? should we give our little master what they want?”

jeno, with his silvery hair splayed out underneath him, has his cat ears almost slipping off of his head while he looks between you and your other third. the corners of his lips curl upwards into a boyish grin, eyes forming half-crescents as he entertains the idea in his head.

“i think we should. they look so desperate and pathetic that i kind of feel bad.” his bottom lip juts out into a pout.

your cheeks burn from being both embarrassed and flustered at the slight turn of events where they’re talking like you’re not even there. you should feel nothing but a little upset that they’re practically ignoring you but fuck, your needy pussy is clenching around the air from the blatant ignoring.

“hmm, you know what? you’re right. i think it’s time we give our sweet angel what they want.”

without warning, donghyuck pushes his cock past your entrance, stretching your walls out with his girth as a guttural groan falls from his lips and right into your ear. chills run down your spine when you hear your name whispered in a hot breath as he finally buries himself inside of you.

“oh shit, you’re way too tight, baby,” donghyuck hisses, both hands on your hips to steady your trembling form. by then, you’ve already fallen with your cheek against jeno’s chest, barely strong enough to hold yourself up even on all fours. you feel so full after being denied what you wanted most, struggling to do anything but moan out in pure pleasure. you can feel his cock throb and twitch gently within your tight walls, tip poking against the roof of your cervix with an unspoken threat to do more. “how are you gonna—shit—how are you gonna fit jeno’s cock too, huh?”

you feel his cockhead poke against the hood of your clit again, deliberately rolling it around to mix his precum and your juices together. you whine out his name in defeat, accidentally squeezing around donghyuck who groans out once again from the sudden movement.

“are you sure you’re gonna be able to fit us both, little one?” jeno pushes your hair back, trying to get a good look at you from your current position with your cheek pressed up against his chest. you lift your head up to give him your best doe eyes, pleading wordlessly with your trembling bottom lip as you nod eagerly.

“want you both, i promise i can take it. you’ll make it fit, right?” those magic words easily have both men groaning in tandem with your filthy words. apparently, it’s enough to convince jeno and so he does exactly what he had been begged to do: fit both his cock and donghyuck’s in your tight pussy.

“we’ll make it fit, alright,” jeno reassures you with a kiss on the crown of your head.

donghyuck pulls himself out until his tip lingers at your entrance to make room for jeno, who’s making sure not to hurt you too much. your nails dig into his biceps as your forehead falls against his clavicle, pushing your hips back to help them.

“shit, wait, over here.” since donghyuck has a clearer view, he helps your third find his way to your entrance until he pushes past it, finally fitting both their cocks into your pussy. “that’s it, yeah, you got it.” the praise isn’t directed to you yet you felt butterflies in your stomach, walls fluttering restlessly around both their cocks.

“oh, fucking hell.” a string of profanities falls from jeno’s mouth as they slowly push their cocks into you. the stretch that donghyuck’s cock gave you is nothing compared to the stretch of their two cocks sliding into your pussy.

you’ve gone completely limp to the bone and your legs feel like nothing but jelly. if it wasn’t for them holding you up, they wouldn’t be able to slide in this easily. your walls clench nervously from the intrusion, rendering you absolutely speechless and sending your head into a tailspin.

“‘s too much . . .” you mumble dumbly against jeno’s exposed skin but a harsh spank against your ass wakes you up almost immediately.

“you said you wanted us both in your little cunt and now you say it’s too much?” jeno seethes from underneath you while donghyuck tuts in disapproval. his dark words come in a deep growl, rumbling from his chest and only making you squeeze around them tighter. “fuck, don’t do that.”

“this is– fuck, this is something else.” donghyuck grunts under his breath as they continue to bully their cocks into your walls.

after what feels like forever, they’re finally buried inside you completely, tips generously kissing the roof of your cervix as they stay completely still to let you get used to the position and stretch. you’ve never felt this full before, where you can feel both their cocks twitching against each other, veins throbbing desperately.

“feeling good, baby? how are we feeling?” jeno pushes your hair away from your face so your nose and mouth wouldn’t be blocked when you breathe.

“so good . . .” that’s all that you can moan out, blissed out already. “you can . . . move . . please move . . .”

donghyuck is the first to start slowly thrusting into you as he grunts your name, firm hands gripping your hips and rocking them against his own. a broken moan gets caught in the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face because everything is too much all at once but it feels so good.

“should’ve known our slutty little master would get off from something dirty like this,” jeno tuts. you want to argue that it’s not true but all that is heard from you is a mewl of pleasure when jeno starts to move too.

there’s no opportunity for you to catch your breath at all. when one cock slides in, the other slides out in a never-ending cycle of pleasure that turns your brain completely blank.

“how are you so fucking tight?” donghyuck’s hand lands a heavy spank against your ass, making you jolt forward but he pulls you back onto his cock to bully the tip against the gummy roof. a sharp jolt of electricity rushes down your spine when he grabs your hair to pull your head back to look at jeno. “what kind of faces are they making, jeno?”

said male groans when he sees your fucked out expression, eyes rolling back and drool seeping from the corner of your lips as you desperately hold onto him for some illusion of control.

“the same cute faces when we fuck ‘em stupid.” one of his hands moves from your hips to your cheek, easily pulling your lips apart to slide his thumb in. he pries your jaw open and is met with little to no resistance as you moan for him through heavy-lidded eyes. “we’ve barely done anything and they’re already looking all dumb and adorable, hyuck.”

“yeah?” the other pants hotly, snaking around your body to lift you up into a kneeling position. “i expect nothing less from ‘em, really.”

jeno immediately catches on and gets up, making sure he doesn’t accidentally slip his cock from your tight cunt. they easily manhandle you until your knees are held to your chest while the other supports your weight.

you can barely catch up with what’s happening until you feel them far deeper inside your guts like they aren’t deep enough already. you feel them pushing harshly against your lower belly that you’re surprised there’s no bulge poking from your stomach.

they start fucking up into you and your hands fly to jeno’s shoulders, holding onto him for dear life as a broken scream of pleasure is ripped from your throat. tears spill down your cheeks once again from the mind-numbing sensation that sets your veins alight from head to toe.

“can’t believe you’re such a whore,” jeno grunts into your ear. his blunt nails dig into the back of your thighs as he continues ramming into you with reckless abandon, relishing in the way your walls wrap around his cock and the gentle friction that comes with donghyuck’s cock doing the same.

“‘m not . . .” you weakly whimper but it’s interrupted with a loud moan when donghyuck snakes his arm around your body to tap and roll your clit.

“you’re not? then why are you so tight, huh?” he challenges and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “why do you have two cocks in your greedy cunt if you’re not?” he twists the throbbing bud between his index finger and thumb and your back arches into jeno, disrupting the rhythm but only for a brief second.

“only sluts like you squeeze desperately around cocks when degraded.” jeno huffs, gently squeezing the flesh of your thighs and thrusting into you with added strength as if to prove a point.

your lips part, ready to refute them, but all that comes out is a broken moan of their names garbled together. your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head as their thrusts start to become stronger and more desperate, hitting all the right spots that stars start to dot constellations in your vision and your orgasm starts to creep closer.

“‘m gonna–“ your voice is cut off by another moan of pleasure when they lose their rhythm and thrust into you at the same time, leaving you gasping for air at the sudden change. “please!” you don’t even know what you’re begging for at this point as your body aches for release, ready to spill at any given moment.

“shit, already?”

“fuck, i’m close too.”

your entire body burns from being tussled around and used like a mere toy but it only tightens the familiar knot in your lower belly. you can barely moan for them anymore—all that comes from your dry throat are silent cries of pleasure that you can hope they hear. sandwiched between two stronger bodies with the stench of hot sex emanating off all three of you encourages you to chase after your high.

“you wanna cum, baby? wanna make a mess all over both– ohh, fuck, don’t clench like that.” donghyuck is struggling to catch his breath, thrusts uneven and sloppy. “yeah, fuck, cum all over our cocks.”

“be a good fucktoy and cum for us,” jeno growling into your ear pushes you over the edge entirely.

hot white spreads from your belly, goosebumps rippling all over your body as your walls gush around them and coat their cocks in a sweet, milky white essence. your entire mind goes blank as chills run up your spine as you’re drowned in absolute ecstasy, seeing stars in your vision as a translucent liquid spills all over jeno’s cock and abdomen.

“shit, you fuckin’–” jeno doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before he’s spilling his seed into you. before you can even register it, donghyuck reaches his climax just heartbeats after and your head falls forward to rest against jeno’s shoulder. you can feel their cocks twitching and throbbing from the aftermath, covered in a mixture of thick cum that overflows past your plugged hole and down their shaft.

“oh, fucking hell.” the both of them stay perfectly still as they catch their breaths, panting and shuddering from the mind-numbing sex. “i’ll– wait, lemme pull out first.”

everything else that happens after is a blur. your entire body is spent, and so are theirs, but they’re going the extra mile to take care of you. you don’t really know what they’re up to but you’re immediately sobering up when you feel them cosying up to you from your sides. there’s a gentle shadow that casts upon your face followed by a gentle smooching sound. the corners of your lips curl into a soft smile when the love is shared with you, lips finding your cheeks as your lovers pull you into their embrace.

“how are we feeling, y/n?” donghyuck noses at your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

“mmh,” you whisper softly. your throat is too dry and raw from all the screaming and moaning that you can barely say anything. “‘m good.”

“wanna chill a little before we move on to aftercare?” jeno pushes locks of your hair away from your face, devoting a sweet gaze on you.

“mhm. sounds good.” you manage to nod and voice out your agreement, and you’re glad that they’re giving you some downtime before what could possibly end up with another round in the shower. “i love you so much, jeno. i love you so much too, donghyuck.”

“we love you too, baby.” they chorus together.

“now rest up. i’ll get you some water.” donghyuck, although reluctant to leave, takes one for the team but you know he’s going to be racing back as soon as possible.

“happy birthday, my love,” jeno whispers into your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

this is one hell of a happy birthday for you.

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Like Rain Meets Oil

Cairo Sweet x Artist!Fem!Reader

Summary: You find Cairo alone in the dark, as you fight over your darkest secrets in the night sky

Warnings: Smoking, mentions of suicide, Mr. Miller mentioned, teacher x student mentions,

Somewhat angst…and some fluff at the end

(Please do not read if these affect you)^^

Enjoy ^_^

y/e/c: Your eye color

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Rain

One of your favorite time of days, is when it rains..especially when it’s dark

Taking a stroll down a wet path, the sidewalk had puddles of water on it. The street lights glimmered in the reflection of the puddles. Avoiding the puddles as to not get your shoes wet, even if you were a bit drenched already.

It wasn’t typical for you to stroll in the middle of the night as it rained, (not that the rain was spouting down hard) you rather enjoyed rain indoors..as you did whatever thing you enjoy at this time.

Strolling down by the gates of your school. Yes, gates at a school, this wasn’t just any high school in particular..this school was quite fancy…just for some high school in Tennessee.

The schools gates were tall, could keep intruders out..but in this case someone had either broken in or…was here for a reason.

The gate was slightly opened

Now, were you an adventurous person?

Yes

Did you like sneaking into places?

Probably

In this case it was curiosity of who would be sneaking around in the school at this time.

Maybe some dirty teenagers or some..homeless person..? Who knows, but you were persistent to find out anyways.

You whipped right past the gate, making sure no one was looking and approached the school. It looked rather strange in the dark, as-well as rain covering it. You noticed how the entrance to the library had a light shinning over it, did the janitor forget to turn off the light?

Odd. Getting closer to the door you opened it with ease, someone had definitely broken in..or.gotten in at least..because who breaks into a school?

Warmer air hit you once entering the building, you were on the backside of the library. The back rooms.

Shutting the door behind you and walking further in and out of the backrooms. It was warm oddly..and pretty much dark. You strolled through the dark isles of books..not being able to tell what the book covers said because of how dark it was

Your eyes caught something over by the library’s large window, the moonlight was gleaming inside the library..so there was some light..but that wasn’t what caught your eye..

Someone else was here, for sure.

Someone was sitting in the lounge area, holding a cigarette in hand..they were facing forward so you couldn’t tell who it was…but they obviously weren’t exactly a thief…hopefully

“I know you’re there, you can stop hiding…”

They spoke.

You recognized their voice, you more than likely knew who it was. And it wasn’t a surprise why they were here.

“Walking around here at night is dangerous, especially for someone like you..”

They spoke again. Walking in their direction you walked further enough to see who it was.

Cairo Sweet

“What is it about me that makes it dangerous for me to wander here?” You asked, not facing her direction since you knew it was her.

She chuckled

“You are weak, naive and impulsive. You wouldn’t notice if someone was stalking you, maybe kidnap you..”

You couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not, but she takes another puff of her cigarette..which was another thing lighting in the library other than the moonlight.

“Hm..those are gonna kill you ya know.” You ignore her comments about you and referred to her cigarette. “Also, what makes you think I’m weak?”

“It’s just the truth…face it,” she rolls her eyes. “And I don’t care, I can smoke if I want.”

She obviously didn’t like your company

“I’m just warning ya…and I didn’t ask whether it was a true or false statement…I wanna know why you think I’m weak.” You snide, turning to face her now..you could see her features now..as yours was being shown half of light and dark..

“You’re attitude says enough, you can be too nice for anyone to take you seriously…you’re just too impulsive that anyone with a strong personality could make up a lie and you’d believe it.” She inhaled once more. “And for your kindness you think being nice to them you’ll expect it back? Pretty low from you..”

You could tell she hated that you followed her, how you talked back without hesitation.

“I don’t like making verbal or physical fights.”

“Right, you’re just too afraid of fighting and making confrontation. And it’s not like you can anyway…all a strong person needs to do is raise their voice and you’ll…cower or something..” Cairo snickers.

“I’m not afraid. I’m just trying to be a better person from who I used to be. You can either end up on the streets selling weed or…dead.”

It’s true, you used to be selfish..a no good person. Attempted multiple things…like selling drugs..you almost attempted suicide.. and some assholes in the world end up in those places…jail even

“Well, that just lets me know how you think. The fact you basically said you only see two bad pathways in life, as if there isn’t more..to be scum of the earth..or a naive child..it’s just pathetic. No wonder you are delusional and nice, you don’t consider other possibilities. You only focus on the extreme and completely oblivious anything other..”

Damn, she hand a point..the fact you looked down only two pathways..one’s you could more than likely live off on

Cairo finishes her cigarette, and crushes the rest of it on the tip of her shoe

“What makes you think you have the upper hand over me? Because..I think I remember someone coming in here without permission…

Oh right, Cairo Sweet, getting into trouble again. I mean hey, I’m not the one breaking into places and smoking weed on school grounds.”

“Are you threatening me? Telling on me? That has to be the worst comeback I’ve heard today. What are you? A child?

Oh wait…you are because you’re so naive you don’t even know all the bad things..I should be impressed you know the word ‘weed’….” Cairo laughs, laying her leg on the other.

“I’m not a child, and..it seems like I’ve hit a weak spot because..you are jumping to conclusions now..I didn’t say I’d tell on ya..”

You were now looking straight at her, arms crossed and eyebrows lowered

She scoffs, “I can read read between the lines to figure you out, you can’t hide the obvious. Why would you bring up something about me smoking weed in a school if not to threaten me? Because you were concerned, please, as if you care.” She was also staring right back at you, those brown eyes glaring right into your y/e/c.

“You said it yourself, I’m nice. But you are lucky I’m not letting anyone know about your…weed.

But also..I remember two years ago you were the one seducing Jonathan Miller our professor…wasn’t he like..fifty two? Yet you only seduced him to then get him in trouble because he was trying to fuck you all because you were mad he rejected your writing. Which was literal porn you had written!”

Cairo was in shock. She wasn’t expecting for you to spill her life. And she as a bit pissed too

“H-how do you know about that?”

“Oh please, I have bigger eyes and bigger brain than you think Miss Sweet.”

Her face grows back to arrogance and confidence again

“So you think you’ve got the upper hand now because you know my secrets, but that doesn’t mean you know anything about me.”

“Maybe I don’t know much about you. But how you cut your words towards me, and what you did two years ago. Tells me a lot.”

You were smiling now, you had her

“Oh, and I’m sure your ex best friend hates you now, that you practically used her during that time. Winnie did talk to me.”

Winnie and you became friends not long ago. Yeah she’s odd and sex positive or whatever…but she seemed so upset about what Cairo did to her

She freezes, for a moment..losing her vanity..she just froze at your words..

“Winnie…you talked to Winnie?” She looks at you in disbelief.

“Yes, I did.” You stood there proud, crossed arms and hiding back a smile.

“How’d you talk to Winnie? She left mid semester last year, and blocked me on everything..what did she tell you?”

Cairo was furious..but also in complete disregard as well

“I’m not going to tell you what she said, but she managed to get my number somehow and then we met up to chat.”

Winnie called you on a random Sunday, saying she’d meet you at a coffee shop in town. You weren’t sure why, but obliged anyways..

“She called you?” “Yeah.” “What did she say about me?…I wanna know..because when she left, she made it clear she didn’t want me in her life anymore.”

Winnie did talk a lot about Cairo, she cried about how mean she was and what she did to Miller that Winnie told her not to do…

“I’m not saying anything, she told me not to tell you.”

Cairo’s eyebrows furred, she wasn’t liking the fact you weren’t giving her a direct answer

“You can’t tell me one thing? She may not be in my life anymore but why can’t you tell me? I just…want to know…please.” She pleaded, she was sitting more stiff on the lounge chair.

“Begging now huh? Seems like I do have the upper hand..” you smirk

Her face turns red in both anger and embarrassment. But she ignores your comment

“Just tell me one thing..just one..” you could hear the irritation in her voice.

“Can’t.”

Cairo takes a deep breath, her hands clenching so hard the veins in her hands were pulsing…

“Why? Why can’t you tell me at least one thing….?”

“Because I’m respecting her boundaries..unlike you.”

Her body felt numb..it was like as if you paralyzed her. Her face dropped to guilt and…sadness..she started to feel worse about herself. She had all this confidence but now it was…gone..

“What? Did I say too much? Did I break your cold heart? That’s too bad…because mines been broken too many times…and you don’t even realize you’ve broken Winnie’s too.”

Her silence spoke volumes, as she looked down at her feet

“I…I…I may have done wrong things…but that doesn’t make her any better than me. She’s done bad things too…”

“I’m aware, she was like the..schools ‘slut’ or whatever but..at least she didn’t go apeshit over a writing rejection. She did mention how she tried to stop you from getting Mr. Miller fired.”

Cairo bit her lip, “she’s who should have kept her mouth shut..” she murmured.

“You said you wanted to know one thing, well, there you go.”

Cairo fell silent again, her heart was racing at your words..she was thinking hard..

You sighed, walking over to her and sitting in a chair across from her.

“You can have a change of heart.

If I did, you can..”

Her eyes were directed back at her shoes, the cigarette bud left a mound on her shoe..

“So, you’re actually being..decent now..why?”

“Like you said..I’m weak..it’s because I’m too nice for my own good..you just haven’t seen the other side of me…”

She looks at you again, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern…

“How scary…” she says sarcastically

You sighed, “no kidding..you are and ass..”

Cairo smirked, “I’ve been told so..and I don’t disagree. I put it at my charming personality…which makes people think I am…don’t you think?” She mocks.

You looked into her eyes, trying to find some kind of hope in her…

“Not really, there is a good version of you in there…you’ve just forgotten her..Winnie told me so..”

Cairo’s eyes water a bit..concerned and confusion..

“Sh-she said that?”

“Yeah..Cairo, she misses you..”

The dark brunettes eyes tear up more, a tear slipped down her cheek…emotions were pealing through..her gaze didn’t move away from yours

“The good you.”

You stood up from the seat, walking past Cairo..walking towards the exit of the library..

Cairo was still processing this…she didn’t even notice you get up and leave..

“W-wait!” She stood up from her seat and walked in your direction before stopping..

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face her

“She…misses me?”

“Yeah..she does..”

“But…why? Why would she miss me? After everything I did to her..”

You pursed your lips, looking down for a moment before back into her eyes

“You think about that for a moment. You think about who you are now..compared to before Miller..think of the differences on why she wants you back.”

You turn around and walk to the library doors

“I’ll be in the art room when your ready to talk.”

Cairo was left in shock. She couldn’t help but let the tears flow down her face.

She was so angry at herself, not realizing how much it affected her old best friend. Winnie deserved the world, Winnie must’ve really actually liked Cairo..but she didn’t truly see that and went off to ruin someone’s life instead

You told her right. Told her how she was in the wrong, even if you weren’t apart of it..she still respected that you were right.

Cairo sighed, taking a big breath before strolling down to the art room, she was all of a sudden afraid…nervous..

She found herself in front of the art room, opening the door as it was a bit brighter inside. Her eyes caught you sitting in a small chair in the corner of the room, waiting patiently

“Ready?”

Cairo nodded, walking over in your direction

“Good, have a seat.” You sat up from the chair, telling her to sit in it

She sits down in it, looking at you as you walked over to an easel that had a painting which had a sheet draped over it

“So, will Winnie..ever forgive me? Would she be willing to have me back in her life?”

“I didn’t say anything about her forgiving you.”

More tears dripped from Cairo’s face, “she hates me still?”

You sighed, starting to feel bad

“I hate to say it but uhm..yeah…she does..”

“Did…did I really push her away..that much she’d be willing to talk to someone about me? I mean, I didn’t think she’d actually hate me this much…and you probably hate me too.”

You ripped the sheet off the painting, it revealed two people (genders not specified) holding each other. The painting showed from their waist to their heads as different colors of red painted the large canvas.

Cairo was confused, she looked at the painting…amazed but..unsatisfied at what you were trying to point out

“It resembles love and hate.”

Cairo looked at you, “so..you hate me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

She was still puzzled…

“Then..what do you feel?”

“Absolutely nothing…”

She looked back at the painting..then the floor, “so- but how come you are still here and talking to me? Yet you feel nothing….”

She was right..that didn’t make sense for you to care about her so much..you’d talk to her..about her past and acting like you felt bad..

“Because feeling both love and hate for someone, makes you feel numb.”

You loved her? And hated her?

Cairo’s eyes widen, her jaw dropped. A million thoughts were running through her head..she felt numb too, she didn’t say anything..just silence..

“That is what the painting resembles..there isn’t any emotion or much interaction between these people…” you pointed at the painting. “Are they in love? Do they hate on another? Do they feel both? Yes.”

She looked at you when you said yes

“This is the exact situation between you and Winnie

She hates you, but she can’t help but love you”

Cairo understood now. Winnie still cared for her, she just couldn’t see her because she’s afraid…Cairo hated that she let her writing take a hold of her and make her do a bad thing…

“So..she’s numb because of me?”

“Exactly, and you wanna know who else you’ve made numb?”

She looks up at you when you stand in front of her

“Me.”

A tear. One tear falls at that word…you…she let all her emotions plow through before even putting the people who care for her first..

“Am I really that terrible? That I pushed Winnie and you away…”

“I like you Cairo, I really like you. It’s, just the things you’ve said and done made me hate you…but when I know there’s still good in you…I can’t stop loving you..”

It all hits her like a bullet. She didn’t know everything she did affected you, and Winnie.

She was so guilt tripped…she didn’t even think about you at the time. You two knew each other during the Miller thing…she didn’t notice how much you liked her and how Winnie cared for Cairo..trying to help her undo the bad

She felt numb..she hated you the moment you walked in the library..the moment she saw you again..since she saw your beautiful face in the moonlight she fell in love..

“I’m sorry..”

Cairo was crying, she’s never felt this emotional since she last spoke with Winnie…

You knelt down in front of her, looking in her broken eyes. She really needed a hug…something…

“Here…”

You patted your lap as you sat down on the cold floor

Hell broke through and she fell into your arms, crying her heart out. Saying she was sorry over and over again…

“Shhh..shhh..it’s okay..it’s okay..” you muttered into her hair, she was latched onto you like a leech..sucking your heart into hers…she needed love..all she wanted was to be loved..

“I know I said some things too…I’m sorry..I know you’re hurting..I know you need love..”

You were crying, she didn’t understand why and why were you apologizing?

“Just know I need it too, I’ve been so nice to you…and..you broke my heart..by rejecting my offer of help..and you just threw yourself to the wolves…when I needed you…and you needed me…”

Cairo held your hand, putting it against her cheek. “No, I should be apologizing…I hurt you..I hurt Winnie..I didn’t even know it either but I was hurting myself…”

“I love you too Y/n, so much…”

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A/n: low key balling rn…

I didn’t even mean to make it this emotional at the end 😭

I did really like it though I enjoyed writing it..i maybe spent like a few hours..even if it seems short..I think? Lol..I’m writing this before editing

I might write another one of her because I love Cairo sm..maybe I’ll do a Cairo x Winnie or Cairo x Winnie x Fem if y��all are down? 😏

#jenna ortega #cairo sweet x reader #cairo sweet #Cairo sweet x fem reader #millers girl

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myhappylittlesideblog · 3 days

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On the Fence

A/N: Some Daryl comfort for y’all. Hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

W/C: 2k

Warnings: typical TWD gore and violence, killing walkers on the fence (prison era after Woodbury falls), Daryl comfort

Summary: (Y/N) is new to life at the prison and terrified of what the world has come to after living in the safety of Woodbury. Daryl helps her with the transition and advises her on how to stay alive when walkers are near.

“What?” Daryl grunted once he saw Carol’s smirk. It was clearly aimed at him, cutting across her pleasant face, teasing him.

“Nothin’. Just didn’t know anything could take your attention off fresh venison.”

He took another bite and slurped the juice from his thumb as he glared at her.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

She laughed. “I did thank you. Earlier. You probably didn’t hear me because you were distracted then too.”

He stared back out over the prison yard, trying to ignore Carol and the way she could read him at all times, know exactly what was on his mind even when he himself wasn’t quite sure. Even now his head swam with this feeling he couldn’t put words to. It circled through him, just out of reach and made things fuzzy.

“She’s down there again,” he said.

The girl from Woodbury.

These days there were a lot of people at the prison. He knew all the newcomers by their faces, if not their names, and as they grew to recognize him, they swarmed him, asking for his laundry, signing up to follow him on a run, thanking him for the latest meal he’d brought back from a hunting trip. He was slowly getting to know them all.

But the girl on the fence intrigued him the most.

“You’re right to worry about her,” Carol said.

“M’not worried,” he grunted.

“Sure.”

He turned to her. “M’not. Got enough ta worry ‘about these days without addin’ somethin’ else.”

Carol shrugged. “You’re right. I just meant that she seems a bit off. The transition from Woodbury must have been hard.”

“No harder than takin’ in a whole extra town a’ people.”

Carol held her hands up in surrender. “Hey, you’re the one watchin’ her all the time.”

She left his side before he could find a rebuttal. He chewed on his meal alone, trying to keep to his own business.

Everyone watched everyone around here. It was part of the ‘it takes a village’ mindset. Gotta keep an eye on everyone, especially the new ones, he thought. Most of them were inexperienced in the new world. Those are the ones who get into trouble.

From the beginning, he could see through you. You were just a girl- a young woman- who’d lived in a protected town during the entirety of the outbreak and now you were thrust into a prison surrounded by the walking dead. He knew Carol was right, that such a change would affect anyone. Hell, it could send some off the deep end and he didn’t want that to happen to you.

You were kind and helpful, generous with your time and smiles. But you stayed indoors as much as possible. You took on babysitting and story time regularly and happily spent your free time doing laundry and cooking for the crowd. Your whole demeanor changed when you looked outside, as if you too would be dead the minute your shoe touched the grass.

Which is why he was caught by surprise the first time he spotted you down on the fence line. Not only had you left the safety of the prison’s walls, but you had snuck past the gardens, all the way down to the outer fences. You stood, crowbar in hand, just a couple feet from a small herd of walkers pushing on the barrier wall.

You had never volunteered to work the fence and the council didn’t push anyone. After all, you always did more than your share of work inside. There was no need for you to take on more.

Daryl had watched you that first time, and each time after that. You’d walk down to the fence line and stand there, watching the walkers gather. You’d stare at them, but never raise your weapon. And then you’d leave.

He had a feeling he knew why.

***

They were so loud against the fence. Each one of them had a different growl or snarl or cry, like they would have all had different sounding voices when they were alive.

But they’re not alive, you had to remind yourself. They’re not who they once were and now, they’re dangerous. You had to learn how to kill them, even with their horrible, overwhelming noises that scared you almost to tears. And you weren’t even that close to them yet.

You forced yourself to take another step toward the outside fence, squeezing the iron crowbar in your hands. It’s safe behind the fence, you convinced yourself. Just stab them in the brain.

A squelching sound brought your attention fully back to the monsters in front of you. Gross, gray fingers grabbed at the fence and pushed through towards you. Like a twisted birth, the zombie’s hand wrenched through the diamond of metal, slicing off its own thumb to get through. Dirty brown blood spurted from the thing and the lost digit fell to the ground as the desperate fingers reached for you until the walker’s elbow caught in the fence next.

Dazed with terror and disgust, you backed away until a hand landed on your back. You screamed at the touch, only choking it off when you saw that it wasn’t one of the dead that had a hold of you, but the camp hunter, Daryl Dixon. You were grateful, albeit embarrassed and somewhat scared to see him standing there.

He only looked you over for a moment before turning his focus to the reaching walker. He kicked the reanimated arm hard against the fence, breaking it off at the elbow, and ripped the crowbar from your limp hands.

“Gotta git ‘em in the head, ya know that,” he said, finishing off the thumbless walker himself.

All you could do was nod. Tears dropped from where they pooled in your eyes and streamed down your cheeks, finally free to fall now that you had someone to protect you.

He held the crowbar out to you but you wouldn’t take it.

“Why’d ya come down here f’yer so scared of ‘em?” Daryl asked.

You couldn’t look at him. Adrenaline steeped in humiliation and fear rushed through you and made your hands tremble. You were shaking uncontrollably and you knew it was obvious to Daryl as you lifted your hands to wipe the tear tracks from your face.

“C’mon. We got food inside,” he said.

You grabbed the crowbar from him after dragging your fist across your eyes, clearing them of tears. “No, I’m gonna stay here.”

“Can’t stay by yerself.”

You shrugged, but didn’t answer.

“S’no reason to scare yourself shitless down here-”

“I don’t want to be scared anymore,” you said, gripping the crowbar tightly in your hands and turning your back to Daryl. You planted your feet and stared at the things gathering on the other side of the barrier.

It’s safe behind the fence. Just stab them in the brain.

You held the weapon in the air and aimed. The weight of your body rocked back and forth in preparation, but you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t thrust forward. You couldn’t kill it. You weren’t meant for this-

Then Daryl was behind you, his chest pressed to your back. His hands covered yours, fingers curling around the crowbar.

“Count a three, alrigh’?”

You nodded.

“One, two, three-”

The power he gave you was palpable. It wasn’t just that he was strong, his arms helping you plunge the weapon through the walker’s skull. It was also the strength of mind his presence gave you. He believed in you enough to teach you, cared enough to help you. With him there, you could do it.

You aimed at another. His chest bloomed against your back as it filled with breath, readying himself for another blow. Arms stained with sweat and dirt caged your head and neck as they held tight to the crowbar in front of you. The effort it took to stab the weapon through a skull was probably minimal for Daryl, but for you, the work sent a grunt pounding from your body.

When the hit landed, it stuck hard into bone, sending you stumbling forward. But so quickly, so easily, Daryl caught you before you could fall any closer to the heathens reaching through the barricade.

He helped you yank the crowbar back through your side of the fence. When your balance returned, he came to stand in front of you, wiping the spattered blood from your face. “Not that hard, right?”

With his help, no, it wasn’t. But even though you appreciated Daryl and selfishly wanted him near more often than not, you didn’t want to depend on him. You didn’t want to depend on anyone.

“I’m sick of being so fucking scared all the time,” you mumbled.

He straightened, pulling his hands from your dirtied face. He nodded. “Bein’ scared is good, ya know,” he said. “Keeps ya quick. An’ smart. If ya get too used to ‘em, that’s when they getcha.”

“Feels like they already have,” you said. “Like my life is already gone. Can’t even step outside most days-“ You swallowed hard.

“That’s why ya come down here ‘n watch ‘em. Ta get used to ‘em.”

You nodded, looking down at the shoes of the wobbling dead, the backdrop to the self-severed thumb and the walkers Daryl had helped you take down. Just two of many.

“I thought if I could desensitize myself to them it would all be easier,” you said.

“Jus’ takes some time,” he said, reaching for the crowbar.

You didn’t let him take it. “I’m already so far behind everyone else-”

“Dun matter.” He chewed his lip, looking back up to the prison. “We’re not goin’ anywhere. Yer part of the group now and we’ll help ya ‘til it gets easier.”

“What if it never does?”

He slid the weapon from your hands and shrugged. “S’okay too.”

***

You’d hugged him before. He remembered when you’d first stepped on the prison grounds, you’d wrapped your arms around his waist before someone else had pulled you away, inside to the cell blocks. You had been in shock and his was a safe face that you’d seen before. That was all.

There were other times you’d touched his shoulder or gave him a casual, sloppy one armed hug when he’d skinned his hunts instead of having you do it, or when he’d returned from a long run. You were always kind to him- kind to everyone.

But this was different. Something more. Now, when you hugged him in thanks, it made his insides burn and swell up into his throat. Every place your bodies met warmed his flesh as if he were sunbathing on the equator. It was pleasant and felt morbidly addicting.

He didn’t miss the way you skidded away from the outside fence and closer to him as he led you back up the hill to the prison walls. He saw the fear still wreaking its havoc in you and only letting up when he closed the door to the cell block behind you. It pulled at him- you pulled at him in a way he didn’t expect from an outsider.

Somewhere deep in his gut, he couldn’t help hoping that it didn’t get easier for you. That you stayed exactly who you were- full of light and compliments and smiles. He didn’t want you to fall into the apocalyptic haze everyone else he knew had given in to. He wanted life to be about more than just survival for you. He knew it was selfish of him. The consequences swam around his brain. What could happen if you didn’t know how to protect yourself, didn’t learn to kill as easily as breathing, or worse- trusted too easily. Your world view was so pure, but so dangerous, and yet, when he looked through your eyes, he felt a little lighter himself. Maybe that’s why he was drawn to you from the beginning.

You weren’t just the girl on the fence anymore. Or the nice girl in the kitchen or with the kids. You were (Y/N). He liked that.

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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Hi Vespertine!! First off I wanted to say that I’m super impressed with how amazing your writing is considering English is your third language!! It is mine too, after Spanish and French, what about you?

Anyways I say your requests were open and I thought I could jump in and give you an idea. It’d be a König x female reader, in which she is a worldwide recognized sniper, but they only know her alias, so when she accepts a job at KorTac, König is smitten with her instantly, maybe she’s in the shooting range training at night and he comes up to her? What do you think?

Hello, anon!

What a lovely message, thank you so much! My languages are Danish, Italian, followed by English 😙 I took Spanish & German in school, unfortunately I don't remember much!

I love the idea! Hopefully I managed to write something you can agree with!

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 König x F!Reader

Summary: On a late night, you find more at the shooting range than you expected. Keywords: König, female Reader, reader is a sniper, you have fun shooting guns in a safe environment 👍 König is giving puppy fanboy energy. Wordcount: 1206.

Bang.

Another shot rings throughout the empty, indoors shooting range. You lower your weapon, and unsurprisingly, your bullet ripped through the tacky, free sticker that came with a pair of shoes you bought recently. It might not be a normal use of stickers, but hey, you’re anything but normal… and the sticker was free.

You press a button and the long-distanced fiberboard creaks towards you.

They dubbed you "Lovelace''. After the mathematician. All due to your sharpened mind being able to perform extraordinary feats of warfare and calculations, all through the small scope of a sniper rifle. Companions have been noted to refer to you as either 'Love' or 'Lace', depending on the situation (and your relationship)—but those companions have been left behind for the time being. KorTec’s mercenaries are your companions now, though you have yet to actually meet any of them.

With the board coming to an abrupt halt in front of you, you peel off the damaged sticker, replacing it with another, before sending the target away again, tracking it through your scope.

Your ears perk at the sound of someone entering—even with the noise cancelling headphones—so you hold your fire and listen.

From their footsteps, you can tell they are not attempting to disguise their approach towards you. So you mind your business, emptying your lungs before taking the shot—bullseye—and lower the rifle onto the desk before turning towards the newcomer. Sliding down the ear-protectors to rest around your neck.

“Late-night practice?” Comes the question from the stranger, and you clock the Austrian accent almost immediately. You have toured there before for a mission. Great coffee.

The answer to his question is an obvious one, but you humour him, and offer him a curt nod and pleasant smile. “Got it in one,” you say with welcoming tone, wiping your hand on your thigh as you approach him for a handshake. “I’m—”

“Lovelace. I—I know.”

You blink. You had not expected to hear your callsign to be said with such… enthusiasm. While you cannot see his face, the awe is undeniable on his tongue. His infatuation showed freely in his eyes—almost sparkling. Such piercing blue eyes, you think absentmindedly as your hand is shaken. He seems almost reluctant to let you go, and you cannot help but quirk a smile. You are rarely, if ever, met with such boyish fascination.

“I have been following your career,” he says, straightening his back. “You’re an incredible sniper, it’s an honour to have you on the team.” His fingers twitch. It’s almost overwhelming meeting you in person. “I’m König,” he says, finally remembering he (rudely) interrupted your introduction.

His stature is impressive, formidable even. And your eyes never leave his as you step backwards until you can lean against the desk—and funnily enough, he follows you. The image reminding you of a puppy trotting after its master. “I’m honoured you keep me in such high regards,” you say with a chuckle, mirth arising from your throat as one leg comes to cross over the other in a casual, relaxed posture. “It’s all very cute.” You glance up at him, a smile pulling up one corner of your mouth, your eyebrow raised just enough to tell him that he is not as subtle as he might think. “King.”

You translating his callsign should not affect him as much as it does, aber Scheiße does it cause him to do a double take. He clears his throat, coming to stand near you. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to say. So he goes for whatever the both of you have in common. Guns—more specifically, sniper rifles.

“I, uh. I tried becoming a sniper once,” he says, eyeing the discarded rifle on the surface behind you. You follow his eyes, the only thing you can see of his face, and you unceremoniously hold the rifle up to him. Brow arched.

“Then you must have some training. Mind showing me what I’m working with?” Your tone is inviting, almost playful, as you encourage him to let loose. “-and if you want, I don’t mind giving pointers.” The last thing you want is him thinking you find yourself superior. You know how frustrating it can be, when others force “suggestions” on your techniques. Unfortunately, you have been the victim of many such men.

Thankfully, König seems thrilled to have your expertise at his beck and call, and lines himself up in the booth. You give him the space he needs. “Hold fire,” you order, inspecting his posture, his grip on the rifle, and suddenly you can’t help but imagine yourself back at the many sniper courses you’ve attended. You see his trigger finger twitch, not enough to fire, but enough to make you comment on it. “Steady fingers, König.”

“Apologies. I am… excited,” he admits with a faint chuckle. He cannot help himself. He cannot help himself so he sneaks a glance at you, and he’s thankful that his expression is veiled, because he’s smiling.

“Alright, I’ve grilled you long enough. Compensate for bullet drop, and impress me.”

He’s not sure if you caught him staring or not, but if you did, he’s thankful you didn’t mention it. “Yes,” he says, exhaling to empty his lungs as he prepares his shot.

A short silence follows, and then…

Bang.

The rifle shot echoes around you. Both your ears are, more or less, insensitive to it at this point.

You squint your eyes as you check the target. Not a bullseye, but a few centimetres north of your original sticker-shot. You find yourself nodding in approval. König hasn’t moved a muscle after the shot, awaiting any further instructions.

“Not a bad shot, König.” You pause, quirking a smile. “Go ahead and finish the magazine. Rapid fire.” Might as well put him through his paces, you’re curious to see how well he aims when pressured.

“Yes, ma’am.” Comes the response.

Shot, after shot, after shot, after shot rings out. You are quick to notice that the more shots he’s firing, the less stable his posture is. But when the rifle empties its last bullet, König breathes a sigh as a hand disappears beneath his hood to rub his jaw. The gun rests on the tabletop, spent.

Wordlessly, you press the button to call the fiberboard.

“You have a hard time standing still,” you comment in a light-tone. A casual observation, not a reprimand. “Your pinky started twitching after the fourth round, and you kept repositioning your left leg.” Alright, that might have come off as reprimanding. “...but otherwise, good. Very good, even.”

König rubs the back of his neck, almost embarrassed at the observations. “I doubt you would be surprised to know, that’s what kept me from graduating. That and my height.”

You reach up to pat his shoulder before turning to the board.

What you find is not what you expected.

A perfect circle encasing your bullet-hole. The shots almost perfectly aligned with two centimetres between each. You look to König, baffled at your discovery, and he chuckles as he notes your expression. You wait for an explanation, and he gives it after a moment.

“Der König beschützt die Königin.”

The King protects the Queen.

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night-raven-tattler · 5 months

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Hello, hello <3 How are you?

I loved your writing!

The HC from the Heartslabyul group as parents left me thinking: how would Deuce react if, after getting married and having his own girls (Deuce is 1000% the father of a girl), he met an ex "friend" of his time as a delinquent who hasn't changed much in his ways and REALLY wants to piss off poor Deuce

(sorry, my English is unga bunga ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

-🌙

Hey 🌙! Mx Tattly is happy to share what she knows on the matter. He's happy to see you're sharing the same girl dad!Deuce vision. Here is the information you've requested!

Show of power, show of growth

Characters: Deuce x GN!Reader (romantic), unnamed older daughter and unnamed younger daughter

Warnings: threats, mentions of violence

By opening the document, you agree to Mx Tattly's terms of confidentiality.

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Being part of an elite anti-mage division was an achievement both you and Deuce were infinitely proud of, but he had to admit the job was very time consuming

And, since he now was a father of two girls that he bent over backwards for to fulfill their every whim, Deuce has his schedule full to the brim

Despite his busy schedule, he loves taking his girls out for walks especially during the evening, an activity he has been doing ever since his cuties were just babies

It started as a chance to give you, his spouse, a few moments to yourself to relax and destress while he bonded with the babies

He'd point at various trees, shops, the sky, and talk about them to his kids, until they were old enough to start doing the same on their own

It was a late summer evening when Deuce came home after a stressful day, and the only thing he could think of to destress was to spend time with his family

Deuce was not lucky enough for his daughters to want any indoor activities, though

So he just accepted his fate and took his little ones for a walk in the neighborhood

His older daughter, the cutest chatterbox in the world, was swinging his left hand back and forth as she pointed with her free hand at the neighborhood cats, giving them names and making up stories about their lives

His younger daughter, a quiet observer, was holding his other hand while she occasionally asked her older sister or dad questions

It was an evening like any other, nothing seemingly out of the ordinary

Yet, something felt...off

Even without his specialized training, Deuce had always been able to tell when someone was watching him, overly curious eyes burning holes in his back

He turned his head around, and saw the person looking at him

A young man about the same age as him was walking towards him

He was wearing a jacket Deuce recognized as a sign of one of the city's smaller gangs, whose members focused on shoplifting and public disturbances

Why was this person approaching him?

“Oi, Spade. Been a while since I last saw ya. Middle school, maybe?"

At first, Deuce had no idea who the guy in front of him was

"Sorry, do I know you?"

The guy scoffed, looking offended by the idea of Deuce not remembering him

"Come on, man. Heard through the grapevine you're a cop now, but that doesn't mean you have to forget your old shoplifting buddy."

The words made his eyes widen and he tightened the hold he had on his girls as an old memory came to him

He was in middle school when him and an old classmate, Kateur Pilla, stole a few bags of chips off a shelf in a local shop without getting caught

"There ya go, ya remember me after all!'"

The memory brought a bitter taste to Deuce's mouth and his face was burning with shame, but he was brought back to reality by a small hand squeezing his

"Daddy, what's shoplifting?"

The guy's eyes fell on the source of the tiny voice, Deuce's oldest child, making Deuce shiver and pull his daughter behind him

“You even have kids now! Damn, man, you really became a good-for-nothing goody-two-shoes.”

The entire existence of this guy in his family's vicinity made his skin crawl

His grip on his older daughter tightened and he picked up his youngest

"At least I did something worthwhile with my life. Now scram."

“Aw, come on, you really can't spare me a chat?”

"No, not really.”

Deuce's response came through gritted teeth

His self control improved tremendously during the years, only because he has learned how to redirect his attention towards something else

In this case, his seemingly oblivious daughters

But he still felt the burning urge to grab this guy by the collar

“Not even if I promise to give you some info? Paid info, of course. Some guys I know got their hands on some stuff that's for sure illegal. How about we have a chat, hm? Or are you still that dumb to refuse such a golden opportunity? Man, cops really are stupid.”

His tone changed into something more condescending, even though he was still a small nobody compared to Officer Spade, member of the Queendom of Roses' anti-mage division

…but Deuce felt his younger daughter cling onto his jacket, feeling the intimidating air Kateur was trying to scare Deuce with

His blood pressure started rising, and he started slightly shaking, trying his best to control the urge to kick Kateur away from the innocent eyes of his kids

"Maybe you didn't change after all. What's that badge for if you're still the same dumbass you were years ago? Wanna go steal some cigs?"

Deuce felt his hands shaking

But before he got to push his girls away and do something he regretted, he heard a familiar voice call his name

"Deuce? Honey, what's happening?"

With your talent for appearing wherever there's trouble, you made a beeline to your family, disregarding the presence of the guy and picking up your oldest kid

Without a second through, he handed you your second child

“Go home. I have something to deal with.”

You nodded and walked away with your confused and slightly scared little girls

Now that Deuce was finally alone, he had the opportunity to punch this guy for daring to disturb his family

...but he chose not to

“Listen here, ya punk.”

The guy flinched back as Deuce's voice boomed, obviously not expecting to be so rattled

"I am a good man now. I have a family. And I don't allow any human trash to speak to me that way.”

Cracking his knuckles, Deuce stepped closer, and the guy was backed into a corner

“Scram. Don't bother me or my family again, or I’ll forget I'm a good man.”

Kateur realized he has crossed a line, so he just tsked and walked away empty handed

Before he returned home, Deuce walked around a bit to shake off his anger, directed at Kateur... and directed at himself

Why wasn't he able to just ignore the guy?

Was Kateur right after all? Did Deuce really not change at all?

..No, he must be wrong, Deuce did not use violence, which was good

But he still threatened the guy, and that wasn't good

…Not arriving at any satisfactory conclusion, he eventually decided to just go home

You watched how Deuce walked into the living room of your small apartment, your girls welcoming him with open arms and high spirits, a striking contrast to not too long ago

The moment Deuce saw them, he smiled warmly and thought to himself how they inherited your talent to make him better

When your older daughter kept asking Deuce again about what "shoplifting” meant, you sent the girls to their room so you could discuss with your husband what happened

He told you everything that went down before your arrival, expecting to be scolded for losing his temper, like a small child waiting to be sent to the corner to think about what he'd done

"To be honest, you did great! The girls are safe and happy, and you managed to shoo away the guy without getting physical. That's the best outcome I can ask for."

..You were right

He thanked you and gave you a kiss on the forehead for reassuring him before you walked together to your daughters' room to spend some time together

And you sighed with relief after watching Deuce relax as he played together with his daughters

He would have to change his usual route for a while, just to make sure they wouldn't be bothered again

But if he'd have to face the guy again, he knew he could do even better than that

『••✎••』

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader

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johnnys-breastmilk · 11 months

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jump in the line | wally clark x male!reader

a/n — i know i said this was coming ‘soon’ but it was longer than anticipated- reader is AMAB but i don’t believe pronouns are used to address them

words — 5.4k

summary — With summer break in motion, the school feels empty and painfully boring. Luckily, there is a jock in the gym with a good distraction from the boredom.

warnings — smut, 18+ as usual, fingering, top!Wally Clark, bottom!reader, anal sex, ghosts wrapping before tapping

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Wally had two problems—the rain and his loneliness. The rain kept everyone indoors as they didn’t want to come back inside, soaked and inconvenienced by the limited appealing clothing around the school. So a day was made out of it to give everyone a new challenge: find something fun to do inside. The limit was the sky, if you counted that as being the fiberglass tiles on the ceiling. His loneliness came from what he decided to do: shoot hoops in the gymnasium. The other spirits bided their time with more sedentary activities like watching the summer production crew work to cobble together a half-decent school musical for the fall or revisit the library to read the one new book added to the ancient collection, but Wally just couldn’t keep himself still and isolated himself to shoot baskets.

Today was your first rainy day at Split River High in your new life as a ghost. Only a mere seventeen days in and you already felt perfectly capable of being a ghost for the rest of your death because of one fun sentiment—being bored at high school, something that came naturally in a place like this. Charlie claimed that it was better than feeling regretful or upset about it since those feelings only reinforced the fact that you were bound to your roots forever. There was no way to put the school in the past or leave home, no risks to take or life to fail at pursuing. He talked you through the whole spiel, and you had no choice but to listen or fight against the laws of the afterlife. One seemed impossible.

After sitting through everything he had gathered from his time as a ghost, you told him your story. You died in the agricultural room, checking up on the baby chicks during a free period between classes when the wire powering their heat lamp caught fire. The door became blocked by the flames and the windows in the room only opened so far enough to get the chicks out, but they were far too slim of an opening to fit yourself through. It worked well to air out the smoke, but the heat is what caused you to collapse. You never saw your body in the aftermath, only hearing talk of how gruesome it looked as a few cops assessed the scene.

With the Ag-Room shut down until further notice, you were left to wander the hallways without any direction. Though, one sound rang in your ear—the sound of a basketball and squeaking shoes. Now Wally had three problems when he heard the door to the gymnasium open.

As you entered, you looked around at a place you hadn’t seen since before you died. The bleachers stayed inanimate and lacked the community’s spirit for that final game of the season, not being used by anything alive to warrant them looking less depressingly empty. It looked like the same gym you had taken classes in for the past nearly four years, but the jock made it feel new and different. He was a hidden detail among the same people, chalkboards, and desks you spent your entire school life staring at. You approached him, watching the gymnasium become a chamber for his skill to bounce off of. Every time the basketball struck the floor he added just a little more to his established skill set.

“Hey,” you spoke. He caught the ball as it bounced off of the backboard and towards him. The echo in the spacious room sounded the same, but his voice was in your ear.

“Hey, I was practicing my free-throw, but I’ll make room for another person,” he offered. He turned to face you, “And you’re the Fire-Kid, right?”

“Guilty,” you admitted. “I didn’t know I had a nick-name already.”

“It’s unofficial, we can totally change it. There’s a few I thought about—hottie, maybe? Actually, never—never mind. That made more sense when I was thinking it over.” He took a deep breath and extended his hand that wasn’t holding the ball. “Wally.”

“I know,” you said, taking him up on the handshake and giving him your name. His combination of impossibly short athletic shorts, a tank top with the same material as a sweatshirt, and Nike’s paired with socks reaching far up along his shins was almost a dead giveaway that he was from another time, but the name didn’t help much either as you knew it from the stadium outside. Wally pulled his hand back and moved the ball around in his hands like it was an extension of himself—he knew exactly how to hold and manipulate it for his own desire.

“You like animals, huh? Well, I know a little game called ‘horse,’ unless you’re too chicken,” he smirked.

You two approached one of the nets hanging at one end of the gym, “It’s not like I’m doing anything, just remind me of the rules?”

“Okay, so basically, one person shoots from wherever they want, and the other person has to replicate it. If the first person misses the shot, then the second guy can shoot wherever they want. Then, it flips until one person wins.”

“How do you win?”

“Shit, right. If you miss a shot, whether you're the first or second person, you get a letter, usually it goes until it spells out ‘horse.’”

“Okay, I think I get it,” you affirmed.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. I’ll teach you as we go.”

It all made sense, given that your last gym class was only months ago at the end of the semester and you had played it then. There was one, and only one, thing that burned in your mind: “What about the loser? Is a letter the only penalty?”

“Let’s make it a little fun,” Wally proposed. You nodded. “Okay, so, every letter earned means the other dude gets to ask a question. It’ll help me come up with a better nick-name, so, the more embarrassing stories you share, the better. I’ll go first.”

“That’s unfair, I’m new to this and pretty much everything else.”

“You’re just mad that I won’t miss,” Wally dribbled the ball as he went some ways away from the net, a distance that you knew you couldn’t match.

“Wally,” you hissed. He kept backing away from the net. “Wally, that’s too far!”

“Nah, I’m just kidding.” He ran up closer to the net and made a shot. As expected by his almost professional and clean form, it sank past the net and smacked against the floor. He retrieved it and passed the ball to you, “Your turn.”

Taking the ball from him, you stood in the same spot he was at—at about the two-point line, judging by the markings on the floor—and hit the ball a few times against the floor to refresh yourself with its feel. The bumps on the ball felt the same as when you had a basketball unit and had acquainted your fingertips with the same rough edge for a whole week. Wasting no more time, you took a leap of faith into the air. Expectedly, the ball hit the rim of the net and bounced off toward Wally. That’s just how your luck had been recently, so you weren’t phased by almost making it in. He caught the ball as it ricocheted toward him.

He clapped at your failure, “And that’s H. Four more to go and I win.”

“Five more to go, and I win.”

“Okay, I like your optimism. But question-time! What did you do… after school?“ It sounded weird for him to talk about it in the past, since only seventeen days ago you would have been talking about future plans.

“The usual: sleep, a lot, and bury myself in homework,” you said as if you would be able to do either again. Could ghosts even sleep? Or was it all feigned for a twinge of normalcy? You would have to ask Wally if you managed to score anything against him.

He still had the ball in his hands, tossing it to you. “Cool, cool. What subject was your favorite?”

“Hey, one question only,” you reminded him.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? Sorry, I meant—you know. Since I doubt we can go to the ag-room, and because I didn’t mean—yeah.” He looked nervous at his slip-up. It felt like he was overcompensating to hide something else, something with a little more weight than simply a poor choice of words.

“It’s fine,” you assured. Passing the ball to each hand as the conversation went on, your mind wandered until it came up with the most obvious choice. “Let me guess, gym?”

“Nah, history. But I liked all of them,” Wally crossed his arms now that the ball was no longer in his possession.

“Really? You weren’t laser-focused on football?”

He patted your shoulder, “Save that for when you make it in.”

As it would turn out, you did not make a single attempted shot for the next two turns and had to suffer through two more of Wally’s questions. The first time you missed, he asked: “What’s your favorite food?”

“That’s tough. I think I’m gonna say all of the above. Anything that isn’t cafeteria food sounds great right about now. What about you? Got any I-could-live-off-this-forever go-to?”

“Hotdogs, for sure.”

“Why?” This was the first time he didn’t protest a follow-up question and gave you a completely serious answer.

“Uh, well, me and my parents used to go up to my uncle’s apartment near the Camp Randall Stadium. The building was so tall that you didn’t even need seats to watch the game, so we would all sit up on the roof and look down into the stadium whenever the Badgers were playing. They usually had a grill set up so we didn’t have to walk down so many stairs, and that’s where it started.”

“What? Your love for football?”

Wally’s tone leveled out. He wasn’t telling a story anymore, he was recalling a memory, “No, it wasn’t about the field or the game, it was about the people around me. I didn’t really like watching the game, but it was something for us to do as a family. Plus the hotdogs were pretty great.”

After that, Wally seemed to be distracted by something but still managed to make another shot. You, however, couldn’t say the same. It pitifully bounced off the backboard and towards the stacked bleachers.

He snarkily asked while heading to retrieve the ball, “What do you think your chances are of winning?”

This time, you were the one to cross your arms, “That’s what you’re going to waste your question on?”

“I still have two more,” he stated. On his way towards you, he ran a hand through his hair, “We could always play pig, if you’re ready to see the hog.”

“Go for it, unleash the beast,” you encouraged and then, feigned, “I’m so scared.”

“You would’ve lost that one already, so maybe it’s good that we didn’t.”

After accruing three letters in a row without ending Wally’s streak, you finally made a shot from his determined distance. He gained a letter to his name, and you got a ticket to pick at his brain.

“Yeah, finally!” He cheered, coming up behind you and lightly smacking your ass. He sounded sincere, “Good job.”

“I got a good one!”

“Shoot.”

“What do you miss most from your house? If you had to pick anything for them to bring here so that you could use it, what would it be?”

“My homemade fleshlight and maybe my porno mags,” he vacillated. “I got all the quality material right here, though.”

“I’m serious!” You reacted before you could even process his comment. Even if he really thought of you like that, it would have had to be a joke.

“Fine, uh. My medals for all of this stupid shit.” He waved his one arm around to the various sports banners with the graduating classes' athletes front and center, along with several other banners and pennants hanging around that showcased the victories of the Devils and Bandits. Besides his name on the stadium, Wally’s name had been embroidered in a deep blue pennant hanging on the wall he stood facing away from. “It would make it feel like it was worth it a little more, you know?”

You sighed and looked at him with a certain understanding that some of the other students didn’t get. He could see it, and you could see him listening intently as you spoke as if he truly cared, “I do. I have a few F-F-A related things at home that I wish I could see now. My medals, my jacket for being in the after-school club, pictures of me and my friends, all of it. I wish it was here.”

“You can always borrow mine. Think of it as the honorary symbol for being stuck here with me and all of the others.” At that moment, an image popped into Wally’s mind that he could have captured in crystal-clear quality with a Polaroid. If only he had brought that to school on his last day. It was of you, with his jacket on and nothing else, grinding up against his leg—maybe rocking back and forth on the toe of his Nike’s or better yet, on his thigh. He would take that picture without hesitation and make it your first official memory at Split River. Now, his fourth problem had arrived in his blue shorts.

“Thanks.” You saw his eyes flick up from the ground to you. The effect of his gratitude lasted mere seconds as the ball came your way and vie sensations of winning reminded you as to who the jock was: your competitor. By some stroke of luck—or maybe a twinge of skill had finally come over you—you were able to make the ball into the basket twice and upstage the jock for a few moments. You got to ask your questions, but he was too busy congratulating you.

“Holy shit,” he marveled. “I know they said you went out hot, but damn! I didn’t think you had that fire in you!”

“Good to know I’m more than detritus.” You tried not to brag or even smile at the fact, just accept that you had him beat with a tied competition.

“Sorry, bad joke?”

“No, I just realized that we both have two letters left.”

“It won’t be that way for long.” Plopping himself onto the floor, he sat with the ball in his lap and his legs crossed to keep it from rolling away. “Quiz me!”

Mirroring him, you sat in the same style with your knees almost touching, “Okay, ever date anyone in high school—uh, here?”

“Nope, but it did allow me and my right hand to get to know each other pretty well. We even introduced lotion later on into the relationship.”

You let out a quick laugh, “Classy, Wally.”

“There was one chick, actually.” He didn’t look away when he said it, locking his soft brown eyes on yours.

You looked back at him, engaged, “Who?”

“That’s your fourth question.”

“Why didn’t you say it when I asked?”

He started to trace patterns over his thighs, breaking the contact your eyes held while he talked about the mysterious girl, “We never really dated or even touched each-other—it was right before the game that we even kissed.”

“Oh.” Oh, it was all you could say.

“I tried to move on from her, and it kind of worked. It took a while, but you’re here.” Wally looked back up again, lifting his whole head to do so.

You stood, “I think it’s my turn.”

“Right, sorry. Too T-M-I?” He tossed the ball up to you. You shook your head and walked over to take your shot.

Standing a decent distance away from the net, you tried to make it attainable for you to make a shot, and a little difficult for the athlete to replicate it. Since your skill was unmatched by his, it didn’t seem like there was a good place that would be hard for him to make it in.

Wally followed and pressed himself into you from behind, and went so far as to make himself level with your ear, “Don’t miss.”

He backed away from you to offer a fighting chance against him, and you took your final shot of the game. The ball veered off to the right with your throw, and he ran to intercept the shot before it hit the ground. He sweeps it up from the floor and jumps in the air to pass it under his leg and make a shot around the basket. It swished effortlessly into the net, and Wally let the victory get to his head.

“And in the match point. . . Clark makes the score!” He jumped around the court with sanguine behavior, everything else—mostly, his necklace—following with him up and down. The ball bounced off to some corner of the room since he didn’t bother to fetch it. “That tie had me worried.”

You approached him once he started to calm down, “Question?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna give it to me?”

“I can, if you want,” he smirked.

“I do.”

“Uh, well.” He placed his hands on his hips, raising one almost immediately after to toy with and twist his necklace, “What’s something you’ve never tried before?”

“I never tried you.” What does he taste like? What does he smell like? “Or sex as a ghost.” What does he feel like? “Or any kind of sex in general.”

“Me neither.” Those two short words filled the small space between your lips. There was still a longing inside of Wally that competition couldn’t beat, as even now, he felt almost no difference towards it. He pulled you in for a kiss, and suddenly, it was gone. He had the confidence—the will—to lead you up to the heightened set of wooden bleachers. Wally guided you by hand, the texture still being rough and imperfect from his blazing glory night, and insisted that you close your eyes.

“I’ve been up here a million times, there’s no need for the show,” you protested.

He sat you down on a random line of benches and continued his antics, ignoring your complaints since he didn’t have anything smart to say back. The wooden planks creating the jagged pattern to form the bleachers were hard and unforgiving with little leeway for a task as delicately chaotic as fucking. Wally somehow made the imperfections surrounding your work, by keeping you spread across one bench while laying on your back. His necklace dangled so close to you that it almost turned to sandalwood oil from the heat. He smelled similarly of the same scent, rich in a tangled aromatic scent of sweat and sweet sandalwood.

All of the new things he got to try were a silver lining along the dark clouds outside. His hands roamed unclaimed places on your body, cupping things that deserved to be fondled and handling things with extra care that didn’t excite your body as much as you expected. Chills from his work never came, and you remained the same cold soul as before. The same could be said for his lip prints, marking your own pair, then moving to the side of your cheek and down your jaw with a softness only seen in the blurry images of a fantasy. Wally kissed like he was kissing for someone else, and not for himself, giving more than he took. He didn’t take skin between his teeth for a hickey but left it impacted with a feeling soaring straight up from his heart. It’s not like a hickey would have lasted long as a ghost, anyways.

“You’re cold,” he said as he leaned down to kiss your neck again.

Wally finished kissing your body seconds later and sat up at the foot-end of where you laid. You tried to spread your legs, letting one dangle off to the next row and bringing the other one closer to give him room between you, but he kept himself situated. He fished for something in the pocket of his insanely small athletic shorts, finding it hard to search through bunched-up fabric that exposed most of his thighs.

You waited for instructions, and as if he could immediately tell, Wally spoke. “Just. . . lay back and finger yourself.”

“Is mind-reading part of the ghost-experience?” You teased.

“Just do it.”

“Okay,” you listen, pulling down the bottoms you died in and the underwear that went with it. Wally tried not to steal a glance as he occupied himself, but couldn’t help it. His jaw goes slack for a moment as he sees you—natural and perfect. He assumed that he would have to put himself on the same playing field, and suspended his search for a little bit to stand up. He shimmied down the deep blue and vibrant white of the school colors to just reveal a combination of pasty skin and dark hair surrounding his cock. He reached down to continue his search. Finally, he pulled a condom from his pocket. “I’m going to try putting this on, if it fits.”

“Where did you even get those?” You hadn’t started preparing yourself for the dead jock, letting his interesting train of thought make you invested in his issues.

“Nurse’s office.” He holds out the packaging for you to look over—it’s a neon purple with different shapes in yellow, reminiscent of the eighties and perfect for the man before you. The size on the wrapper read that it was a bland XL on the cover in white. ”Can you believe they didn’t start handing these out until the nineties?”

Wally stuck the corner between his teeth and pulled, causing the wrapper to tear in two and the condom landed in his hand. He pinched the stuck-out tip of the latex in the center of the disk and pinched the rubber ring. The head of his cock passed the loop successfully but failed to actually get it down his length. In an attempt to make it slide down his cock, he tugged on the rubber band around the opening.

“That’s not how you—here.” You sat upright and your hands fly down to help him. Taking him into your hand, you hold him near the base and wrap your thumb and index finger around a part of his head over the condom’s band. Keeping your fingers around his girth, you slid them down, jerked them back up, and repeated the motion until a thin layer of latex covered most of his dick, reaching just shy of his base. “You keep rolling it down like that until it gets to the bottom. It should be tight with a little bit of give so you can slip it off after.”

Wally wraps his hand around the new layer of latex and marvels at the feeling. “Thanks for the sex-ed lesson, coach.”

“Didn’t they ever teach you that?” You asked, reflecting back on how even now, the school never really prioritized giving kids safe sex lessons. Most of the lessons were about getting any diseases, and what to do when you know you have it. It was all focused on the if’s and never the when’s.

“Nah, it was basically ‘don’t have sex or die.’ Glad I got to do the second one first and the first one now,” he smiled.

His explanation left you puzzled. Safe sex was such a priority during life but became meaningless after death. “Why even bother wearing a condom?”

“I don’t know. Why do we still eat?” He leaned in closer to you, hesitant to loudly state the actions taking place, “Why are we about to. . .”

Normalcy, that must have been what he was trying to get at. “Fair point.”

“I guess I should return the favor?” His hand finds your shoulder at a higher level than preferred and pushed it back until you are entirely laid into the unforgiving benches. They don’t quite capture your width, your shoulders peeking over the edges with legs spread out and dangling over either side, but Wally doesn’t let it stop him from motioning closer to you. Thigh cupped, he lifts a single leg to access your hole easier.

The width of his hand not holding your thigh is felt running along your crack, something that had him hooked as he searched for an opening. His longest finger found it in seconds, and quickly, he lowered the hand wrapped around your thigh to claw at your cheek, tearing it to the side for a deeper presence. Wally sunk a three-pointer’s worth of his finger into your hole, his middle finger up to his knuckle as the rest of his hand held him back. His finger beckoned a moan by raking it up and towards your prostate, then by pulling it in and out and twisting his whole arm to feel the game-night roughened texture of his finger carry on a longing from the night he died. Wally followed the string of motions a few more times until your reactions faded.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, looking for a satisfied answer.

“First time trying it, should. . .” You exhale, “. . . should it feel like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like, just do it again.”

Wally pushed his lengthy digit back in, raising it to the sensitive area, and pressing the pad of his finger to it. He kept it there for a few moments before pulling his hand away, taking his finger with it, and motioning back in less than a second later. His thumb brushes over the valley between your cheeks periodically, and you can’t help but shudder at his touch.

“Are you. . . ready?” The pause his question took made him come off as unsure, and the look he gave you—a quick glance from your eyes back to your ass, where he continued his maneuvers—reinforced it. He thought that he may have done too much, or not done enough, or even found himself on a mediocre middle ground, painfully stuck between the end zones of backing out and finishing the job. To his surprise, he managed to run the one-hundred and twenty yards, because you said yes.

Almost immediately, two hands wrapped around your ankles, and raised your legs with them, exposing your ass without the need for his help. Eventually, they found themselves dangling over his shoulders instead of either side of the bench, and he occupied the space that they restricted him from.

He positioned himself at your entrance, the protective latex coating around his tip greeted you with the feeling of a smooth, somewhat slick surface. Further up, he caught a glimpse of your hesitant demeanor. You couldn’t lie to yourself, or try to hide and play pretend. In the years when he could age, he was given some stunning accolades in categories other than sports. On the surface, a winning smile and eyes that cast a special spotlight on anyone lucky enough to find themselves under him, and down below, a horse cock. Tamed for the moment, but waiting for the paddock to open.

“Just try, uh, try to take it all.” He winced at his own words and let a sarcastic “sorry” slip from his lips.

A sudden pain rapidly stemmed from his entry—one from the depths of your subconscious knowing that the feeling is new and likely dangerously addictive, and the other coming from the actual source as his size stretches you out much more than a finger’s width. His skin is rough on yours when he settled in, but there was one thing that surprised you as he bottoms out with little left to give. With his hips pressed against yours, you took a sharp breath in.

“You good?” He asked, drawing his touch back. Wally fights to place a hand on you, keeping them hovered over your figure for a sense of distanced reassurance.

“You’re cold,” you spat out.

“I’m used to hearing the opposite.”

“And you’re big.” It came out sounding like a single word.

Wally looked relieved, using the opportunity to get into the rhythm of making jokes, “Yeah, I’m used to hearing that.”

You try to laugh through some of the pain. “No you’re not.”

“I’m not,” he admitted with a stupid smile on his face. His voice was hoarse once his hands started to creep over you.

His hands held on to your figure, those words of his distracting you from the pain of his first movement. Just as his charm had worked its way back into the atmosphere surrounding you, his desire to fuck had also found its way in. And that’s exactly what he did. His stance stayed relatively the same—Nike blazers stuck in place and used them to pivot forward, thrusting himself more into you than he already was. His hips melded to supple ass-fat. As he slipped into a tempo with swaying hips, he heard the smacking that came from the quick collision of your ass and him. It sounded like the percussion beat supporting the ensemble of moans falling from his mouth.

Wally’s motions caused you to rock back and forth along the bench, shifting on the smooth plank. His routine shortens to quick plap, plap, plaps against you, unlike the longer blows he had given you moments prior. His breathing stepped up into larger huffs and draws of breath that pierced the air.

There was one thing you noticed about Wally while the room was only filled with those noises. He acts like he’s almost at a loss for words—unusually quiet when the notions of sex finally kick in, feelings and all. Wally’s communication during it centered around noises and acts over his verbal personality. He grunts and barely speaks, crying words and praises with abandon midway through. He took a hand from your love handles to run it through his hair, and then it fell on your leg. His hand was warm—almost slick—from the heat building around the both of you.

Your gaze floated from his hand falling on the leg going over his shoulder to his face; he looked like he was breaking a sweat. He noticed you looking at him directly, and his soft eyes looked animalistic as he doubled over you. He brought your legs closer to your chest, curling you in on yourself. He got so close that you could feel his breath ruminating against your skin.

“Am I—” he breathes, “—still cold?”

His breath isn’t and his skin almost looked like it was glowing, like he could be alive. You shake your head in response, the bundles and knots of pleasure in your stomach making it hard for a few words to come out.

With his new leverage, he fucked you harder, pressing as deep as he could go. His face contorted and stretched without the worry of wrinkles when he became overcome with pleasure.

Wally came, pressing himself into you one final time as his release sprayed all over the inside of his condom. Drops of release splatter over your torso in brief, irregular spurts. They seem to disappear seconds later, leaving no trace of anything that had happened. When Wally pulled himself out of you, you could feel the friction and intimacy quickly vanish. His dick still looked hard, but there was no aftermath. No trace of anything that had happened. His condom wasn’t filled or stretched out at the tip with a pool of come; it was as if he never fucked you. But you still retained the memory and the experience.

Even your own fatigue from being on the receiving end of his pounding lasted mere minutes. Still, you leaned your head back and turned to peer around the gym, taking a breather. The balls hanging around in nooks and corners of the room returned to the carts that they had never left, and everything was back in its original place on the unaltered, metaphysical level. The other spirits could never know, and they would never know, thanks to the universe's ways.

Wally took note of you looking around the gym, “You know, I think that next time, we should be a lot messier. Wouldn’t be our problem to clean, would it?”

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