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[dejwrites]

SPOTTED — heir to braun enterprise reiner braun lip-locking with his childhood friend [y/n]. it's about time he finally admitted his feelings for innocent lil [y/n]. any update on when his fiance will be back in town?

— reiner braun x reader ( childhood friends to lovers, virgin!reader, they're like filthy rich in this, flashbacks in italics, cheater!reiner, infidelity, soft!reiner, mating press position, unrequited lovers, mentions of aftercare, reiner make you his toaster strudel lol, not my best work tbh but am proud that i finished it, mentions of anime crossover, minors dni ! )

— theme song: addicted to love, florence & the machine

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

YOUR WEIGHT SHIFTED FROM ONE FOOT TO ANOTHER AS YOU GLANCED AROUND THE DAZZLING HALL. The cream-colored decorations around the place caused your heart to flutter in your chest. It felt like you were in the most beautiful love dream ever. The sweet scent of vanilla and expensive champagne climbed up your nostrils as you were off in the corner waiting for someone to approach you to cure your boredom. Engagement parties were never your thing. 

In the luxury lifestyle you lived, it was all about who would one-up each other for the best engagement gift. In this case, Berholdt won this round with a newly bought Tesla car for the soon-to-be-married couple. You on the other hand were bitter, so you came empty-handed with just your kind words and to eat off their expensive catering menu and even more expensive open bar. You just couldn’t believe your best friend was getting married.

Don’t get me wrong? You were happy for him. But it was supposed to be you. You were the one that was supposed to be sitting in the middle of the table as guests approached you to congratulate you and Reiner. Not her. But you knew you could only blame yourself. Deciding to go travel and do volunteer work fresh out of college. You still remembered the memory of telling Reiner the news as if it was yesterday. Similar to how you were feeling today, it broke Reiner’s heart but you were going to be happy. So who was he to interfere with that? 

In the backseat of Reiner’s driver's car, you were leaned back in the back seat with your legs in Reiner’s lip. Your eyes scanning over the website your advisor sent to you earlier this morning. This was the perfect opportunity for you to venture out from your parents' grasp of dictating what they wanted you to do with your life. However, the thought of leaving Reiner caused your heart to crumble in your chest. He was your best friend. And possibly the love of your life. 

“So, hypothetically thinking…” You started.

“Oh lord.” Reiner huffed as he glanced up from his cellphone to look at you. “What now?” 

You playfully rolled your eyes at him before speaking once again, “I want to travel the world after graduating.” You said. “I want to help other people. Might as well use my riches for good other than Chanel bags and red bottoms.” You said with a shrug.

You could read Reiner’s expression, “Did Iwaizumi put this idea in your mind?” 

“What? No.” You argued. 

“You’ve spent the majority of undergrad talking about taking over your mother’s business. Now you just want to ditch that to travel.” He said. 

“And help people. Travel and help people.” You corrected Reiner. “You know, how much I loved doing that no matter if it dealt with the campus or my mother’s business. Volunteer work has always been something huge for me. I expected you to be a little more supportive.” 

Reiner’s face burnt in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I overreacted. It’s just we haven’t been apart in years. We’ve been raised together, been through thick and thin.” Reiner found himself explaining. 

He fiddled with his fingers before speaking once again, “We‘ve never been apart Y/N.” 

You removed your legs off his lap and hugged his side. The scent of Eden-Roc by Dior lingered up your nostrils as you hugged his side. You have always taken note that Reiner wore his heart on his sleeve. He wasn’t afraid to show emotion when it came to you. You’ve witnessed him cry. You witnessed him get angry. You’ve seen it all.

“It will only be a goodbye for now, not forever.” You said.

“Sure, but you have to promise you’ll call me every day,” Reiner said.

Here you were years later sipping on expensive champagne brooding away near the open bar. You were chatting it up with the bartender due to the majority of the people you’ve known at the party being too occupied to even say hello to you. Maybe you should just leave early, and come up with a lie. Tell Reiner that the oysters gave you a stomachache. 

“If you’re thinking about using the ‘Reiner, I’m going home. I have a stomachache due to the oysters' excuse’ get it out your head right now.” 

When you glanced up from the apple slice that was in your martini glass, there was your best friend. Reiner Braun. The big and beefy heir to his family company. 

“Because I know you like an open book. You don’t love her.” You uttered as you leaned against the bar, your eyes darting from watching his fiance mingle with some guests to him. 

“Things have changed. We’ve grown up, matured…” Reiner’s voice trails off as he brings his glass of scotch up to his lips. He takes a huge sip before he noticed Annie waving him off. “I should get back to being a good host.” 

Before Reiner walked away, you grabbed at the sleeve of the button-down shirt he was wearing. You finished your glass before you’re grabbing a napkin and a pen. With a quickness, you’re scribbling down where you’re staying up until after the wedding. “If you’re having second thoughts and my gut is telling the truth, which I know it is.” You stopped briefly sliding the napkin over to him across the bar. 

“Meet me where I’ll be staying until tomorrow. If you’re not having second thoughts, just trash the napkin and you won’t hear from me again.” You bluntly admitted before you stuffed the napkin in his dress pants and walked away. 

When you stepped outside, you would wait for the valet person to bring your car around. Even with the thought of being the cause of Reiner and his fiance's downfall, you didn’t feel bad. You felt accomplished. It was better to do it now before the wedding. However, someone would most likely tell you that it would have been better to let him know that you liked him. You had the perfect opportunity. Well, actually there are plenty of opportunities. Of course, you chose the opportunity that could tarnish both of your images. 

When your car pulled up, you tipped the driver and got into it. Your phone started ringing and you saw the familiar name flashing up on the Bluetooth screen in your car. “Iwaizumi, what do you want?” You playfully asked. 

“Ah, just checking up on my friend after attending the possible love of her life engagement party,” Iwaizumi teased as you could hear the playful banter in his tone.

“Oh brother, here you go again. I’ve told you this when we went backpacking through fucking Spain to stop saying that.” You said.

“Why? It’s true.” Iwaizumi sighed. “At this point, it’s pointless though.” 

“No, it’s not.” You said through gritted teeth. You found yourself gripping the steering wheel harshly at those words coming out of his mouth. 

“I mean think about it, he’s getting married. The whole world is paying attention to their future wedding like they’re the fuckin’ royals.” Iwaizumi says. “I’m not trying to hurt your feelings Y/N.”It’s just he’s had countless times to express how he felt just as much as you. I just don’t want you to have to sit through a wedding that’s breaking your heart.” 

Iwaizumi took notice of your silence. “What did you do?” He questioned. 

“Nothing.” 

“Liar!”

“I may have invited him to my hotel room to talk.” 

Now it was Iwaizumi’s turn to be silent. “I—uh, I have to go. Talk to you another time.”

You couldn’t even get your farewells out before hearing the dial tone of the other end. The call ended abruptly and you were forced alone with your thoughts about the situation and the remaining ride to the hotel. 

YOUR FINGERS TRACED ALONGSIDE THE FLUFFY WHITE ROBE as you were pressing the buttons on the tv remote. Your eyes were glued to the television as you were attempting to find something to watch. After the engagement party and the quite heated talk with Reiner, you were telling yourself that maybe you should just skip the wedding. Return to your nicely furnished villa in Barcelona where you tried new foods every day and did volunteer work. On the other hand, you wanted to fight for this. You wanted to fight for Reiner. 

Yes, it was practically wrong considering that he was engaged. His engagement was also everywhere, you couldn’t particularly avoid it. However, you’ve known him since you were little. You used to bathe with him when you were little kids. You used to spend nights at his house. You laughed at each other posts on that silly Gossip Girl website. You wore his stupid little leatherman jacket when you were cold during one of his football games in high school. Tonight when you looked into his eyes, you didn’t see love or happiness. You saw dread. 

You felt nervous though. What if he wouldn’t show? It’ll be too risky to be seen going into someone's hotel room while your fiance was sleeping away the expensive cocktails she drank throughout the day. But you were his best friend. He would do anything for you, right? 

The knock on your hotel room door, caused you to jump. Before answering the door, you checked your phone and saw the countless messages and missed calls from Reiner. You didn’t bother to check them, not wanting to crush your soul of if those messages and his phone calls were just him apologizing for not coming over. Claiming that he did love this woman and the wedding was still going on. As Iwaizumi said, that would break your heart. 

When you unlocked the door, Reiner was standing in the hall. His buttoned-up shirt buttons were undone showing the white-colored wifebeater. His hair was disheveled as if he ran his hands through it one too many times. He was a panting mess as if he had just been jogging. 

“I took the stairs because the person in the elevator didn’t hold the doors.” He huffed as he looked at you.

You were completely lost with words. He showed up. Your mouth was gasped open in shock and the words Reiner was rambling on about were going into one ear and out the other, you could hear your best friend kiss his teeth in annoyance at you dazing out. He’s taking a step forward before his tall stature is hovering over you to place a kiss on your gasped lips. It took you by shock, the taste of the drinks he consumed now imprinted on your tongue as you backed up into the hotel room. The sound of the door forcing shut between you two could be heard as you could feel Reiner’s hands going inside the robe. You melted into his touch when you felt his callous hands rubbing at your bare cunt. Your body backed up slowly until you could feel the edge of a king-sized bed.

Your body fell back with a nudge by Reiner. Your eyes met with his as he was quickly stripping out the layers of clothes he was wearing. Bit by bit you were exposed to Reiner’s bare body. The closest you got to seeing Reiner naked was when you booked a spa day for the two of you after the dreadful season of him playing college football. But tonight, you were seeing it all. His cock sprung out of his boxers tapping at his toned abs. The tip of his cock was decorated with the white liquid of his precum. If you looked closely, you could even see the thick vein that imprinted the side of his shaft. 

“Are you sure?” Reiner asked. 

You could feel his hands reaching to caress your soft body. “I should be the one asking you that.” You uttered as you looked at him.

You only gain a hum before he’s pushing the white robe off your body. The faint chill that washed over your bare body when you were now fully vulnerable. In the bliss of the moment, you were forced to remember a conversation between you and Reiner when you were just sophomores in college. 

You walked side by side down the long walkway after leaving the university’s cafe. Reiner always had this thing where he walked you back to your dorm no matter what. You could be staying late with org meetings, he’ll be waiting right outside the student center for you. You can have an evening class, he would wait for you. Sometimes he even would join your evening study group if that meant being able to make sure you made it to your dorms safely. 

The walks across campus were always slow, the both of you enjoying each other company since college was getting busier. With him being on the football team and his rigorous business administration classes and then there’s you with your classes and being a part of SGA. For a split moment, you felt your friendship with him slipping through your fingertips bit by bit. But there he stood outside whatever academic building you were in to be sure you made it to your dorm room safely. 

As you were walking, the two of you walked by a girl that you realized was on the cheer squad. You noticed that seductive and flirtatious tint in the woman’s eyes as she eye-fucked Reiner. However, her eyes then noticed you by his side and she added a little more pep into her step. You glanced over at Reiner noticing he was blushing and you only laughed. “Wow, I knew you were popular on campus. But not that popular.” You elbowed his side causing Reiner to rub at the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“I’ve only talked to her once or twice. I think she wants to have sex with me…” His voice trails off as the two of you were walking. 

“There’s a but isn’t it?” You asked.

You understood that it was college. You let a bunch of young adults live on a huge campus with hardly any parental guidance hormones were going to be through the roof. Due to Reiner’s status on campus, you understood that women were going to be eyeing him constantly. Like any hormonal guy, you knew he would fall for the temptation. However, you were only the best friend. You couldn’t tell him much but to do it safely because his parents would kill him (and you because for some reason you’ll be guilty of not talking him out of it) for getting someone knocked up. 

“She’s only pursuing me because she and Eren broke up,” Reiner shrugged. “Therefore, I kinda avoid her at all times. Just so I won’t be in the middle of it. ‘Cause if Eren found out… never mind.” He abruptly stopped shoving his hands into his jacket as he continued to walk.

You knew who Eren was. He also was on the football team and occasionally bugged you when you were doing volunteer work at the campus library. “He would do what Rei?” You questioned. 

“He’ll most likely make advances at you,” Reiner quickly admitted as he stopped at the residence hall you resided in. 

You let out a chuckle, “You won’t have to worry about that.” You adjusted your tote bag that was on your shoulder. 

Reiner looked at you in a confused way. “You’re not understanding—“ 

You cut him off. “I’m still a virgin and I would never let Eren be my first.” You chuckled. “Iwaizumi that works at the student gym, probably. But Eren Yeager, please Rei. I’m a woman of standards.” 

Now it was time for Reiner to chuckle, “Okay. Just stay clear of him. He isn’t shit.” 

You shake your head with a laugh, “Goodbye Reiner.” You said as you tugged open the resident hall door. 

The memory disappeared in your mind when you felt Reiner’s mouth latch upon your nipple. His tongue swirls around your nipple causing you to moan out his name. Your hands brought him closer to your body, wanting to feel every bit of him. Hips grinding sensually just to feel some form of fiction. “A bit eager? When was the last time someone made you feel good?” Reiner asked as he was leaving a trail of kisses in the middle of your chest.

You felt a heat rush go through your body. Your ears grew hot and sooner your cheeks felt like they were burning due to the embarrassment. “Rei, I’m still a virgin.” You mumbled holding back a soft whimper when you felt that he was back to decorating your smooth skin with kisses. 

And now with your faces just inches apart basking in each other’s body warmth, Reiner gave you a bewildered look. As if he couldn’t believe the words that tumbled out of your mouth. However, you watched his face soften before he’s entrapping you into a passionate kiss that caused your body to cool down. He’s pulling apart completely flustered and his face as red as a cherry. “I’ll be gentle and take it slow.” 

“Then do it already.” You uttered as your eyes met his and once again your body felt hot. 

The moment that you were waiting for. Always telling yourself that you were going to lose your virginity to Reiner or your other guy friend Iwaizumi. Didn’t particularly expect it to be under these circumstances, but you were ready. You remembered during college how your different roommates would gossip about their sex lives and how you had this dilemma where you held onto your virginity so close. Although, for others, it was just a pointless social construct made to have some form of drift between genders. To some, they cherish the thought of being sure to do it with the right person. You hated yourself for being one of those people, especially considering the number of your friends who would tell you that they don’t even talk to the person they lost their virginity to anymore. 

The intense feeling of Reiner pushing himself in you cause your body to tense up. He caressed your face forcing you to look at him. Tears tingled your eyelash lines as you looked at him and soon felt the pad of his thumb brush against your cheek, “Just relax. I got you.” He said.

His voice came out like a whisper. Delicate and caring. You exhaled sharply while bringing his body closer. Inch by inch, Reiner is pushing his cock furthermore inside you. Your legs shaking in anticipation with the more of Reiner you were taking. The intense feeling that felt on your lower half felt like you had done a leg workout in the gym. It felt like it was on fire, but soon that fierce feeling was replaced with a feeling of passion. “I’m going to go faster, would you like that?” Reiner questioned. 

“Yes.” You stuttered out. “Please.” You begged as you looked up at him. 

Reiner’s lips clashed against yours muffling any form of whimpers and moans. Legs hooked under his strong arms as his chest was pressed against yours in a lewd mating press position, Reiner’s hips drove forward. Your head fell back into the fluffiness of the pillow as Reiner’s pace only quicken. The only thing that could be heard was the pornographic sound of heated skin slapping against each other and breathy groans. Your fingernails dug into Reiner’s arms as you could feel his balls slapping at your wet folds with each thrust. 

“Fuck,” Reiner uttered under his breath. You could feel the feeling of your legs hooked upon his arms intensify as he rocked forward some more. 

Your moans were like music to Reiner’s ears. At this moment it felt like it was only you two in the world. That in this time, this was the both of you confessing your love for each other. That when this was over with, you finally were able to have that happily ever after. It wasn’t anything new that Reiner was having second thoughts about the wedding. With each passing day, the amount of guilt bubbled around in his stomach as he went to expensive dinners with his fiance and attended galas with her. The thought of kissing his fiance and wishing it was his best friend who decided to backpack around the world to help people. The thought of having sex with his fiance when he wanted it to be you moaning and whimpering out his name. He could worry about that later, but at this moment he wanted to make you feel good. Especially given the opportunity of being your first. 

Minutes turned to over an hour as Reiner could feel his balls tighten. The fiery feeling of him about to cum and he could tell you were close to the edge also. The way sweat droplets decorated your forehead and your swollen lips from kissing and making out were gasped open. It was a beautiful sight to Reiner. His index and middle finger move in between your sweat-coated body before he’s rubbing at your clit. Your eyes lolled in the back of your head at that action. “Rei, I’m about to—” Your words were cut off at the burst of pleasure you felt in the pit of your stomach. 

Your legs quivered under Reiner’s arms as he finally released them from being locked over his. His fingers rubbed at your clit, massaging it slowly and through your breathtaking orgasm. 

Followed by your orgasm, it was Reiner next to come down from his high of being buried balls deep inside your cunt. Tugging himself out quickly before his cock begins to spritz out his cum right on your tummy. His weary groans were as beautiful as the sound of the waterfalls you’ve discovered when traveling. Gosh, you couldn’t get the sight of his face while he was cumming out of your head. His face was red as ever, but for some reason, it was his ears that were brightest and most notable. 

When he was finally done, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting. 

“I’ll go run a bath for you and grab a towel. Just don’t—uh move.” Reiner says before he’s placing a quick peck on your forehead and going towards the bathroom. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you were laying in the bed. Your legs and lower half aching for a luxury spa and warm bath. Your eyes drifted close once you felt the warm cloth on your stomach. Soon they were fluttering back open when you heard the buzzing of your phone. You grabbed your phone that was on the nightstand. When you saw a message from Iwaizumi with the link to the notorious Gossip Girl post, your eyebrows crinkled together in confusion. You haven’t been mentioned on Gossip Girl since you were in college. Hearing the water in the bathroom getting turned on, you assumed that Reiner was starting a bath. Now it was time for you to press the link.

SPOTTED — Rich Boy Rei makes his way into our favorite girl of the city Y/N hotel room. We thought people talk it out with their partners when they’re having cold feet, not get under another woman. But they do say, best friends are better together than never. 

XOXO, Gossip Girl

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[userwoosan]

Hello and welcome to my 1k followers celebration!

I originally wasn't planning anything for my celebration considering it happened between 3 different events, atiny revival, ateez comeback, and coming soon is christmas but I figured I might as well do it while I have the motivation! I still have a few requests I'm working on from the last celebration but it wouldn't hurt to fill uo my inbox a bit more with some fun stuff

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[dejwrites]

SPOTTED — japan's favorite bachelors geto suguru & gojo satoru leaving japan's hottest nightclub with the prime minister daughter [y/n]. did no one tell daddy's little princess how deadly them two can get when they're together?

— geto suguru x prime minister daughter!reader x gojo satoru ( fem reader, her/she pronouns, threesome, himbo!gojo, stoner!geto, mentioned poly relationship, double penetration, pet names [doll, babygirl] , drug usage, slight humor )

theme song — i didn't change my number, billie eilish

XOXO, GOSSIP GIRL MASTERLIST.

THE TASTE OF VODKA SLID DOWN YOUR THROAT AS YOU TOOK ANOTHER SHOT. The adrenaline ran through your body with each shot you took. The loud music hit your eardrums as your friends around you would take pictures and videos of you. Getting invited to a luxurious party hosted by bachelors Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru was like getting the golden ticket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Only the elite got their name on the list and you were shocked to see the invite sitting in your mailbox in the mailroom in your apartment building complex. Your father, the Prime Minister of Japan warned you that eyes were always on you. You had an image to follow, but your father didn’t understand that you were growing up.

You are all grown up now. Super established in your career, bank account increasing each time you blinked, you weren’t his little princess anymore. So why couldn’t he see that? Usually, you would spend hours arguing with him that he couldn’t control your life, but you knew your words would slither into one of your father’s ears and leave out the other.

“I can’t believe you showed up.” One of your friends Mei said as she sipped her fruit cocktail in her hand. “Your father keeps you on a tight leash.”

You kissed your teeth sitting back into your seat. Your head fell back to stare up at the neon lights that danced above you. “This is why I have to do something so reckless tonight.” You sighed.

Mei would raise an eyebrow, “Reckless?”

“Mhmm, I’m just so tired of him treating me like a little girl.” You said over the music. “I’m grown.”

“And what exactly do you have planned? Please don’t say you’re going to get yourself arrested. Babes, jail is not for pretty people.” Mei whined as her manicured fingers traced alongside the rim of the glass.

Your head shot up as you could hear the crowd erupt in pure cheers. Your curious eyes follow the huge group of people gathering around the duo. Mei followed your curious gaze before shaking her head aggressively. “No.”

“What? I didn’t even say anything,” You said.

“But you’re thinking about it. They’re complete manwhores.” Mei reminded. “Have you been reading Gossip Girl?” Mei asked.

“Not really, I mean why would I want to read gossip about myself.” You commented. “But one of them is a perfect opportunity to be reckless. I just need to be spotted sitting on one of their laps or something,” You added.

Mei would shake her head before sighing, “I don’t think you’re understanding me (Y/N).”

“What is there to understand? They’re attractive and I want one.” You gave her a smile before pulling out your miniature mirror to apply some lip gloss. You soon stood up tugging down the expensive sheer dress you wore and you left the section you and your friends had. You could hear Mei calling out your name, but with each step, you took the music blurred her out.

You pushed your way through the crowd trying to interject into the hosts' section, finally getting to the front to get blocked by a huge bodyguard. Your lips parted to tell him off, about to ask if he knew who you were. You were the Prime Minister’s daughter. The one everyone wanted a taste of. The second most searched person on Gossip Girl at the moment (damn you Reiner Braun and your freakin’ engagement).

“Let her in! She’s cool to come in.” A voice behind the large bodyguard said.

You gave the bodyguard a charming smile, batting your eyelashes up at him as he let you in the section. There you stood in front of Japan’s biggest bachelors. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru. You toyed with your gold Cartier bracelets innocently, a complete shameless act to lure them into your plan.

But the thing is, maybe you should have listened to Mei’s words before you sprung out to introduce yourself to Gojo and Geto because those two were like two peas in a pod. They grew up with each other. They went to the same university. They traveled the world together. Rumor on Gossip Girl is that they even lost their virginity on the same night also.

“There’s Gossip Girl star right there.” Gojo chirped as he chewed on the ends of the decorative umbrella that usually floats around in fruity drinks.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not really, haven’t you two heard. Reiner Braun stole the spotlight,” You sighed.

“Oh yeah, he’s engaged to that girl. I can’t remember her name, heard she has a nice pair of tits on her,” Geto said as he was holding a blunt. He didn’t even bother to look up at you. He was so fixated on rolling the rolled substance of marijuana.

“I’m glad you were able to come to our party tonight. We’ve all heard the story about the Prime Minister’s perfect little princess.” Gojo says as he peeked at you through his sunglasses.

Once Geto heard Prime Minister, his eyes finally looked up from him rolling. He made direct eye contact with you as he let his tongue glide across the rolling paper so the blunt could be complete.

“I couldn’t turn down an invite from you two. I just needed a break from being his perfect princess, you know?” You said as you shifted from one foot to another.

You watched as the two best friends shared a look before Gojo had moved over on the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You were expecting to take comfort in one of their laps, but your plan wasn’t going as it was planned. You sat down in between the two of them. Completely sandwiched by Geto on your left and Gojo on your right. You could get a whiff of the two expensive colognes they wore. You could tell just by their cologne how different their personalities and style were, but they balanced each other out as best friends.

“You smoke?” Geto asked.

“No.” You answered. “I’ve never done any illegal drugs in my life, just alcohol.”

Gosh, you sounded just like a freakin’ narc.

“Do you want to try?” Gojo asked. “It’s not that bad, it’s not my cup of tea. However, it does help when you want to let loose.”

You stared at Gojo and then at Geto who was fishing for his lighter. “We’re not trying to peer pressure you into nothin’, just here to have a good time,” Gojo added as he refilled his shot glass.

“Be careful on how many of those you’re drinking. You know you’re a lightweight Satoru.” Geto warned as he placed the rolled blunt in between his lips.

“Suck my dick Suguru!” Gojo yelled as he took another shot. “So (Y/N), what brought you to our section? Just here to say hello?”

“Uhh no, I want to have a good time tonight. I know after this night and when my dad gets a hold of the tabloids, he’ll probably ship me back to fuckin’ states for embarrassing him.” You sighed.

“So you want to give your dad a show?” Geto questioned as he blew smoke in the air.

The intoxicating smell of the marijuana lingered up your nostrils. Your words seemed to scramble up in your mind. Is that what you really wanted? To give your father a show?

You looked at Geto before slowly nodding. “Yes, that’s what I want. I’m just tired of him boxing me in this protective box. He doesn’t do my other siblings like this. Just me.”

“Well, let’s give him a show,” Gojo said.

“What?” You asked. Your perfectly arched eyebrows furrowed together in confusion before Gojo is tugging you up to sit on his lap.

“Let’s give Mr. Prime Minister a show.” He repeated as he gave you a shot and poured himself one also.

“Satoru! I’m not fuckin’ carrying your ass out of here.” Geto warned before taking another puff from his blunt.

“I promise, this is the last one,” Gojo whined as he clinked glasses with you and down the alcohol in his shot glass.

You did the same. Letting the harsh dark liquor burn the insides of your throat. For once, you felt relaxed. You didn’t care who was staring as you comfortably sat in Gojo’s lap like a pretty piece of eye candy. As the night went on, the party only got rowdier. You weren’t exactly drunk, a little tipsy from the fruity cocktails you were sipping on. But you were well aware of the actions you were continuing to push yourself to do. You’ve heard that Gojo and Geto could party all night if they put their mind to it. When one party ended at two in the morning, they shifted to an afterparty that some rich person in their circle would throw in their luxury high-rise apartment.

You feared that you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the duo. It was only the consequences of your rebellious actions. As you let your head fall back to meet the cushion of the comfortable chair you were sitting in. Your mind was preferring the warmth of sitting on Gojo’s lap, but he had seen an old friend and went to pester them two private sections down from where you were. You felt the spot on the leather seat next to you sink, the familiar scent of Geto’s cologne lingered up your nostrils. You also could smell the intoxicating smell of the weed he was smoking. Your head lifted slowly to look at him, eyebrows raising in curiosity at him. “I want to try it.” Your head motions to the rolled substance in between his lips.

Geto stared at you with a blank expression. Gojo’s glasses sitting on top of his head as he would soon take the blunt out of his mouth. He inhaled and soon exhaled puffing out a ring of smoke into the air. Your teeth nibble against your lip gloss stained lips taking in the action he just did. Your heart fluttered in your chest, but it was your thighs that quickly tightened together feeling the intense feeling of your skin growing hot. You tried to chalk it up as the alcohol you consumed causing you to get turned on, but it could have been him.

“Come here,” Geto said as he motions for you to move closer, despite the two you already so close on the chair in the private section.

You watched as he took another hit of the blunt. One of his hands cupped your cheeks causing your lips to pucker. You didn’t even notice what he was doing until you felt the smoke get blown into your mouth. Your heart thumped against your chest so aggressively as you held the smoke in.

“Don’t waste it. Inhale and then exhale.” Geto explained as he placed the blunt back in between his lips. A smirk on his face as he watches you do what he told you to do. “See doll, it wasn’t that hard.”

You smiled at him before leaning over and finishing your drink. “I love hanging out with you two. I thought I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you.”

However, once again you realized you should have listened to Mei before entering Gojo and Geto’s space. Those two separate were two different power cards in a game of poker. However, the two together could have you winning the whole poker game you willingly brought your way into. You remember vividly how exactly you made it to one of their luxury apartments. The party had died down. Many socialites move on to another party or go home and puke their brains out. You on the other hand left with your now two favorite boys in the world. Arm linked with the two of them as you bubbly asked where the next move was. The ride to the next destination seemed like it was so long. You jokingly asked have the two ever had a threesome and your curious eyes seemed to light up seeing the stare the two shared.

“And if we did?” Gojo questioned.

“I don’t know, I’m just curious.” You would answer.

Curiosity surely got the best of you during the remaining seconds of the ride. What seemed like long minutes, was only short seconds of turning on the long street where Gojo condo was located. The faint giggles as you kissed one boy and the other was behind you kissing at your bare shoulder. The heated makeout session in the back of the limo felt like you were being passed around like an expensive dish of caviar. Swapping spit with Geto while Gojo's fingers lingered up your dress.

This was the show.

When entering the apartment, you were expected to be met with a complete mess. The way Gossip Girl described the duo, you would think they’ll be complete party animals leaving a mess everywhere they go (that’s including their home). However, your eyes couldn’t stop glancing around the surroundings of the nicely decorated condo. Specifically, your eyes were staring at the light of the familiar chandelier in the dining room. Only ‘cause you had the same chandelier hanging above your dining room table you hardly ate at. You took off your heels before moving further into the apartment. “You have nice taste Satoru.” You complimented.

“Wow, my interior designer would be flattered. It’s not like I’m home that much to live here anyway,” He sighed as he was in the kitchen looking through his fridge.

“You two travel a lot? I saw on Gossip Girl, she mentioned you two just came back from Bora Bora.” You pointed out. You could feel Geto’s arms snake around your waist tugging you closer to the front of him. An innocent gasp came out of your mouth when you felt your butt rub against his crotch.

“Thought you said you don’t read that page that much,” Geto mentioned, his chin soon resting on your shoulder.

“I don’t. Well, not like many other people.” You corrected.

“Still read it though. Which means you must know more about us than you’re telling,” Gojo mentioned.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. Your eyes staring at Gojo before clearing your throat, “I didn’t. My friend Mei seems to know you more than I do. Like I told you two, I just wanted to put on a show for my idiot of a father,” You answered.

Despite feeling so small in the situation, you still held your head high. You’ve been through rude crowds of paparazzi and even the false scandal of your father cheating. Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru would not cause you to fold. Your skin felt like it was on fire due to how close Geto was to you and Gojo staring a hole in your body didn’t help either.

“And we did that, many people took pictures. But you’re still with us. Why?” Gojo's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as he walked around the marble kitchen.

“Maybe she wants me.” Geto pointed out.

He heard you let out a scoff as you playfully roll your eyes. Especially considering that you swapped spit with both of them in the back of a limo. “That’s nonsense.”

“Maybe she wants both of us,” Gojo adds as he took steps forward leaving no more space in between you and him. You now were sandwiched between the two, holding in your breath trying to hold your composure.

“And if I do?” You innocently asked. Curious eyes staring at Gojo through your eyelashes, due to Geto’s chin still resting on your shoulder, you could feel his lips curve into a smirk.

That was the last before you were a moaning man riding Geto.Your perfectly manicured fingers clutching at his body parts coughing up helpless moans due to the overstimulation. The intense feeling of your cunt being stretched open caused a shiver to tingle down your spine. Your vision was growing blurry, if you concentrated hard enough, you were pretty sure you were seeing stars.

You had lost count at how many times you have orgasmed. From Gojo being in between your thighs slurping up your wetness like a thirst-deprived guard dog to the way, Geto’s mouth latched on your nipples. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop and your body was so close to giving out on you, but the pleasure you were enduring felt so much better. It was like an addicting adrenaline rush. Being on top of Geto while his cock shoved itself in you like a glove, while Gojo also pushed himself into your drooling cunt from behind.

You never thought to have to cross threesome off on your bingo card, but here you were a drooling mess moaning out their names as your orgasm was rattling at the pit of your stomach. You leaned down placing a kiss on Geto’s lips muffling the loud moans that cooed out your body. You could feel Gojo’s fingertips tracing alongside your sweat-coated back as he continued to thrust forward.

“Fuck, doll! I’m going to cum,” He uttered as his head back in pure bliss.

When you pulled back from the savory kiss with Geto, you could tell her was close to cumming also, just by the way his face was as red as ever and the way his lip twitched. A couple more thrusts, you knew like a snap of your finger their thrusting grew sloppy as they were coming down from a high. Your cunt pulsed around them as the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach was slowly going away.

When the three of you plopped down on the bed, you could hear all of your cellphones beep at the same time. Gojo would let out a tired laugh, his white-colored hair ruffled from the intense sexual workout he just endured. “Fuckin’ Gossip Girl, the bitch never sleeps.” He sighs.

Geto who was laying on his stomach in the king-sized bed would grab his phone off the nightstand. He unlocked it slowly and looked at the most recent Gossip Girl post. He didn’t even bother to read it out loud, he just passed the phone to you who was in the middle of them in the bed.

“At least you gave your daddy a show.” Geto sighed as he rested his head on the pillow. “We’ll take you home in the morning.”

You looked at the Gossip Girl post that went into detail about the events that happened in the club. Attached to the posts were countless photos of you with Gojo and Geto. One of you just carelessly sitting in Gojo’s lap. Another picture of Geto shotgunning the blunt smoke in your mouth. Then lastly, you leaving the club with a cheery smile on your face with Gojo and Geto. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you lock the phone and pass it to Geto to put it back on the nightstand. He turned the lights off in his room.

“We should do this again, you know? I have watched reality tv shows about poly relationships.” Gojo spoke up in the darkness.

“Satoru, go the hell to sleep!”

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SPOTTED — japan's favorite bachelors geto suguru & gojo satoru leaving japan's hottest nightclub with the prime minister daughter [y/n]. did no one tell daddy's little princess how deadly them two can get when they're together?

[𝐗] — geto suguru x prime minister daughter!reader x gojo satoru ( threesome, implied poly relationship, double penetration, pet names, drug usage, slight humor )

SPOTTED — pretty boy hakkai shiba helping out upcoming model [y/n]. perhaps he's helping her with her walk or her poses? the lovely modeling industry is quite small and we all know hakkai loves the fresh faces.

[𝐎] — model!hakkai shiba x model!reader ( exhibitionism, dirty talk, reverse cowgirl position, alcohol usage, mitsuya is mentioned, slight power dynamic, profanity, )

SPOTTED — heir to braun enterprise reiner braun lip-locking with his childhood friend [y/n]. it's about time he finally admitted his feelings for innocent lil [y/n]. any update on when his fiance will be back in town?

[𝐗] — reiner braun x reader ( childhood friends to lovers, virgin!reader, they're like filthy rich in this, pet names, soft!reiner, spit kink, mating press position, unrequited lovers )

SPOTTED — msby black jackals volleyball star atsumu miya following pop princess (y/n) around like a poor innocent puppy. seems like the twin's tail is stuck in between his legs now that princess (y/n) sank her teeth into him. #hisfriends&hisdadhateher

[𝐎] — atsumu miya x reader ( corruption kink, toxic!reader, singer!reader, reader is a nepotism child, mean!reader, slight dom!reader, slight sub!atsumu, pet names, handjob [m.receiving] )

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SPOTTED — msby black jackals volleyball star atsumu miya following pop princess (y/n) around like a poor innocent puppy. seems like the twin’s tail is stuck in between his legs now that princess (y/n) sank her teeth into him. #hisfriends&hisdadhateher

— atsumu miya x reader ( corruption kink, nepotism child!reader, singer!reader, dom!reader, sub!atsumu, handjob, mean!reader, manipulation, sexist jokes, reader calls atsumu 'tsumu', mentions of pubes, gaslighting, spit kink, bathroom sex )

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YOU STOOD WITH SUNGLASSES ON AS YOU WERE WAITING FOR ATSUMU TO PICK YOU UP FROM THE AIRPORT. You felt annoyed at the fact that you were stuck at the airport for over forty-five minutes, hoping no one recognized you as you sipped on coffee and went through your social media pages and other websites. Particularly Gossip Girl, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and remember the post they wrote about you. How could they say those things about you? And people were agreeing with it. Perhaps your post wasn’t as bad as that supermodel Hakkai’s post. They called him a manwhore that can’t walk straight. 

You don't understand people sometimes. Why was it that it was okay to write those things about people like them? But when you said something back, you were the bad guy? You were the one labeled as a bitch or hard to work with. It made you laugh. Being one of the most popular pop singers in the world became more stressful considering the bizarre comparison with stars like Dua Lipa and Ariana Grande. And guess who was seen as the tyrant between you three? You. 

Your phone started to ring and you saw your manager calling you, you answered it with a quickness. “I still can’t believe you decided to go to freakin’ Japan. Even though his friends hate you,” Your manager said.

“Do they hate me? If they did, they would have made him dump me,” You responded bluntly. 

“You have that much of a charm on the guy,” Your manager said.

“I wouldn’t say that, he has a charm on me also,” You said. You found yourself smiling a bit even thinking about your boyfriend. 

“Just don’t let your temper get the best of you. They don’t know the real you,” Your manager explained.

You let out a sigh, “Okay, I won’t. I mean, it’s just dinner with his friends.” 

“And dinner with your famous volleyball player's friends can be intense, especially considering his family already don’t like you.” Your manager soon adds.

“Okay in my defense, I think they’re just upset he’s been spending more time with me than them. I can’t control that,” You bluntly admitted. 

You heard your manager let out a chuckle, “Everything isn’t about you hun,” They admitted.

“Gossip Girl says otherwise. That website is spreading lies about me and because small-minded people rather read gossip, of course, they’re going to believe that page over me. Do you know how embarrassing it is having Jimmy Kimmel make a joke about who I slept with? That’s why I’m the bitch I am today. Perhaps women should be angry some more, maybe just maybe misogyny would be banished if we were a little angrier,” You ranted.

You could hear your manager let out a sigh. “Just enjoy dinner with Atsumu’s friends and please behave. I’m running out of ‘Y/N is deeply sorry’ basket ideas to give out and the label is tired of giving out hush money,” Your manager warned.

You glanced up seeing Atsumu walk toward you and you couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a smirk. “Tsumu’ here, I’ll behave.” You quickly said before hanging up.

Those were the last words you told your manager before hours later you found yourself clutching at the bathroom sink trying to consume your anger. You inhaled sharply and exhaled. You even did the counting trick your infamous actress of a mother taught you to do when your emotions were getting the best of you. You didn’t expect to meet Atsumu’s friends today, but here you were in his brother’s restaurant hiding away after a comment was made about your embarrassing interview a couple of weeks ago. 

You chewed at your tongue to spit out harsh words, but instead, you pushed yourself from the table to excuse yourself to the ladies' room. “Everything is going to be okay, just take a deep breath. You do—”

Your words were cut off by your boyfriend’s voice, “You don’t have to snap at everyone. That’s the reason you’re labeled as a bitch in the first place.” He finished. 

You looked at him as he slowly crept his way into the room being sure to make sure no one saw him. You rolled your eyes at him before going back to washing your hands for what seemed like the third time. 

“You’re okay?” Atsumu asked.

“Of course, I’m not.” 

“It was just a little joke Y/N.”

“But jokes are supposed to be funny. It wasn’t funny. I already have the world constantly trying to berate me, I don’t need your friends doing it also,” You sneered. “They don’t like me.” 

Atsumu was quiet for a second, his lips parted to speak but you interrupted him quickly. 

“And you didn’t even bother to defend me. So much of a boyfriend you are?” You snapped. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so fuckin’ stubborn and acting like a diva then they’ll like you! It was a harmless joke, which he apologized for right after. You’re just on edge because of that Gossip Girl post.” Atsumu argued. “The way you’re acting right now, clearly shows people what the blog is saying is true.” 

His words cut you like a harsh knife as you looked at him. You were so shocked at his words, that you didn’t know what to say. You could feel how intense the moment was between the two of you after the harsh words that were spread between the two of you. You never expected Atsumu to raise his voice at you, he had never done that before. You could even tell it took him by shock. Like clockwork, instead of acknowledging Atsumu’s words, you ignored them. You’ve noticed you did that a lot, completely ignored his side of an argument. Afraid to admit that you were wrong. 

Your lips pouted out as you looked at him, “Tsumu, I’m ready to go home. Can we go?” You innocently asked. You leaned up to place subtle kisses against his chiseled jawline. 

“But babe—“ His words were cut off when he felt the palm of your hand rub against his crotch. 

“Please.” Your voice oozed with manipulation, your lips placed a peck on Atsumu’s lips.

“I just think we need to cool down from the situation,” You said lowly as you stepped closer to him. 

“And we need to go home to do that?” He questioned. “You just don’t want to be around my friends.” 

“Why would I want to be?” You asked out loud. “I have nothing in common with them.” 

“They’re a part of me. I’m not saying you have to act just like them or like the same things they like. I would just appreciate it if you guys got along,” Atsumu explained calmly. 

You thought about it for a second as you met his gaze. He was giving you that same puppy dog look he gave you when he wanted something. His thick eyebrows knitted together and his lips formed the same pout that was plastered on your face. 

“Fine but first,” Your head motioned to the stall. Now it was time for you to pout again. 

“Seriously? You want to do it here, in my brother’s restaurant bathroom?” Atsumu said. 

Your teeth nibbled on your lower lip as you were backing into one of the stalls slowly. Your index finger motion for the volleyball player to follow you. “At least let me make you feel good.” You suggested. 

Atsumu’s ears perked up like a dog hearing its favorite chew toy being squeezed. His feet glided against the bathroom floor as he followed you into the stall. Your lips instantly crashed into his once the stall door was closed and locked. It was insane how much you had a charm on the guy. Although, from the bottom of your heart you knew it was wrong. There were times when you said some things and did some things to get Atsumu practically eating out your palm. Only cause you were afraid that he won’t look at you the same. That he’ll look at you the same way the people who wrote horrible things about you looked at you. 

Your hand instantly went to undo his pants. Pushing them down slightly to release Atsumu out of his boxes. You were so eager to stroke his cock, wanting to feel the feeling of Atsumu’s dick growing hard in the palm of your hand. Not wasting any time as your fingertips stroked at his pink shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Atsumu lets out a relaxed sigh as he let his body slump against the bathroom stall. You would free your hand from his cock holding it up to his mouth. “Spit.” You simply said.

“What?” The volleyball player asked confusedly. 

“Just do what I say,” You urged. “Spit.”

You heard your boyfriend sigh before he’s spitting in the palm of your hand that previously was clutching his thick member. The wet substance pooling in the palm of your hand before you guide it to his dick. Atsumu’s dick was pretty. You loved giggling about it in your friends' group chat when you were off about six mimosas after brunch. Even on days where he didn’t trim, his dick still sat pretty when he was rock hard. The feeling of his cock hardening in the palm of your hand was amazing. If you weren’t a cocky superstar, you would even admit that it was a better feeling than holding your fourth Grammy. Although, he was more of a grower than a shower. When he was growing, he would grow. It was thick enough to have your lips gasp apart when he bottomed down inside you. His tip was a nice mushroom shape that looked pleasant when it glistened with precum. And he even jokingly would tell you that he and his twin brother Osamu have an identical vein on their cocks that seem to only appear when they’re hard. 

The pornographic sound of you stroking Atsumu’s cock bounced off the walls in the bathroom. You loved teasing your boyfriend a bit, deciding to flick your wrist in a slow-motion that caused his voice to get whiny just the way you like it. Occasionally when you gave him Lil teasing handjobs, he’ll even place those large hands over yours to help you guide his cock at a pace he wanted. When he did that, your panties instantly grew soaked at the action. But right now, you wanted to take it at the pace you wanted. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu whined as his hips bucked upward into your palm. 

Hearing your name from his mouth made your heart beat faster before you flickered your wrist up and down his cock at the pace he liked. You watched as his face grew as red as the Chanel purse you carried today. He was a whining mess right in front of you and you were loving every moment of it. 

Despite the gossip articles about how you didn’t care for Atsumu. That you were only dating him for popularity. No one knew that you could read the volleyball player like a book. You knew him, you knew his mind, and of course, you knew his body. You knew that the lower part of his abdomen always quivered when he was about to cum. His hips always buck recklessly just so he can shoot thick strings of cum either inside you or on you. The heat of the moment in the small bathroom stall was so intense, that you could see Atsumu’s eyes water with tears of pleasure as he let out a breathy moan. His head fell back to be met with the stall walls. “Y/N, fuck—“ his words were interrupted by the sound of the women’s bathroom door being pushed open.

Your free hand instantly clasped over Atsumu’s mouth, shushing the moans that he wanted to spit out. The two of you could hear two women chattering in the bathroom, most likely touching up their makeup. Your wrist flickered up and down in a slow-motion that caused Atsumu’s chest to cave inward. He was trying to control his breathing so he wouldn’t cum just yet.

“Go ahead and cum, I don’t care.” You whispered as you were pooling up all the saliva in your mouth. “You’re so close to cumming baby and I would hate to leave you like this.” 

You would give your boyfriend a flirtatious wink as you would then let your spit out your mouth to drop on Atsumu’s cock. The wetness hitting his cock and your hand to add more lubrication to it. You continued to work Atsumu’s cock, hand gliding up and down in a quick motion as he squirmed in your touch. 

“Did you see Y/N at that table? I can’t believe that guy is with her. The tabloids say she’s a horrible person.” You heard one of the women say.

Your ears grew hot hearing your name fall off their tongue, but you didn’t stop jerking Atsumu off. Especially given that his eyebrows were curled together and his face was growing red indicating that he was about to cum. 

“You should give your number to one of his friends so they can give it to him. I’m giving maybe a month or a week before they break up.” The other woman said, letting out a giggle.

You felt Atsumu’s body tense up and your thumb instantly placed on the one hole that was stopping the thick creamy substance from oozing out his cock. His eyes grew big at the move you made, you never denied him of his orgasm. Not like this.

“I want to hear what she says,” You whispered, your head motioning to the woman behind the closed stall door.

“Hmmm, I would look better on his arm than her.” The woman laughed. “We should do that, let’s go.” 

Just in time, you let go of Atsumu’s cock and your hand freed itself from covering his mouth. Atsumu let out a loud groan of pleasure as his hips bucked into your hand letting his cum shoot out effortlessly. You could hear scandalous gasps behind the stall before you’re unclenching yourself from Atsumu’s cock and coming out the stall.

Your head held high as you pushed in between the two now silent women to wash Atsumu’s cum off your hands. You didn’t say a word as you dried your hands and soon wet a couple of paper towels. You walked over to the stall Atsumu most likely was embarrassingly sunken in, giving him the paper towels to clean himself up with before he soon was stumbling out the stall line a hormonal teenager wanting more. 

The two women's eyes grew big as they scattered to leave the room, one instantly going to text on her phone. Your lips curled into a smirk as you turned to look at Atsumu, your lips curling into a smile.

“Can we go home now Tsumu?” You once again asked as you stepped forward to fix the pants he was wearing. He had forgotten to zip his zipper and while doing the small task, you were sure to let your fingertips graze over his crotch. 

“Sure, just let me go say bye to the guys first. You can just wait in the car,” Atsumu stuttered out. His face is shaded with a bright red color before he’s leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

You would give him your infamous smile before twirling around to leave the bathroom with him. You always will have Atsumu wrapped around your fingers, no matter what Gossip Girl said, his friends, your friends, anyone. Just as you made your way to the exit, you knew everyone was glancing at their phone at the sudden Gossip Girl post.

SPOTTED — Our favorite pop singer Y/N still has her boy toy wrapped around her fingers. Too bad Atsumu friends, she’s here to stay.

XOXO, Gossip Girl 

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