#eisuke x reader smut

[otomefoxystar]

Can I get Eisuke x virgin reader? And (female anatomy) she’s scared because she doesn’t like the thought of blood or pain? But loves him a lot and tells him she trusts him and wants him to be her first, all that good stuff. Genre? Smut I guess? Mostly fluff.

Hello Anon! Thank you for requesting I love these virgin fics, one of my favorites to write😉 I really got into this fic, sorry it’s been taking so long I couldn’t get it the way I wanted it and it just kept going and going. I didn’t want to make you wait any longer, so I made it into a multi - part fic. I hope you don’t mind.

Love always❤️

Here is part one :

[nightowlfandom]

Eisuke Ichinomiya- Anger Looks SO Good on you.

REQUEST CLOSED FOR NOW

FINALLY! SOMETHING VOLTAGE!! NFDKS *Throws table*

6- Do you have to be so annoying all the time?

13- I dare you to finish that sentence...

44- Maybe if you beg, I might...

105- You need to learn respect, bend over.

Also we’re actually gonna give MC a backbone here, mkay? I don’t feel like writing a shy and vulnerable reader today because we gotta give it up for our independent MCs CAN I GET AN AMEN and I need more abrasive outspoken MCs in otome games anyways.

Alright, LEGGO!

...

Well this was a compromising position. What were you thinking!? How could you lose your composure like that? You sunked down in the chair, beating yourself up for getting so upset. You were definitely going to get fired.

... (Flashback!)

You wordlessly cleaned the kitchen counters, not bothering to look up at the five bidders gathered around the couch. You stared down at the marble countertop, seemingly almost seeing you reflection on the beautiful surface. One more thing then you could be outta here!

This wasn’t even your job. It wasn’t your job to clean up after these assholes. They were rich so they thought they could just dangle a dollar over your head like a treat for a fucking dog and you’d come running.

WELL THEY WERE RIGHT.

“Oh maiiidd!!″ You heard Baba sing, making you looked up. “Come here a minute won’t you?” You threw the rag down and walked around the counter to walk over to where Baba was sitting. Your back was turned to the rest of the bunch, not that you couldn’t see those stupid looks on their faces anyways. You heard a wolf-whistle from behind you. Fucking Ota....

“Yes, sir?” you hissed. “Can I do something for you?”

“You sure can, clean that stain up for me.” he pointed to a minor spill, no bigger than the size of a grain of rice on the table.

“Y-you’re kidding right?” you asked flatly. “That is what you wanted me to...you wanted me to clean that?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You know how I am about messes.” he shrugged.

Did they HAVE to be so annoying for no reason all the time?

“With pleasure, sir.” you rolled your eyes, picking up the drop with your sleeve. “Better?”

“Hm, good. You know how to be obedient.” Eisuke walked in the room, fixing his tie with a smirk on his face. “Maybe I’ll promote you so you only work for us from now on.”

“Hm, maybe get her a new uniform first. She can’t walk around like that.” Mamoru chuckled, taking another huff of his cigarette. He knew how much you hated when he smoked inside so to watch him put out the cigarette butt on the pretty glass table infuriated you.

“Why would that be?” you asked in the nicest way you could.

“Because maids need proper training...and if you’re gonna work for us, you might as well give us something to look at while you work.”

Then one thing led to another, then someone decided to insult not only you but your work ethic...and then....this happened

“AND YOU KNOW WHAT?!” you rip off that stupid apron you were forced to wear. “Maybe if you all had some sort of respect for women you all wouldn’t be miserable and single!” you threw it down on the floor. “Fuck this job, Fuck this place.” you ripped off your nametag and shoved it into your pocket, “AND MOST OF ALL, FUCK YOU”

You pushed past Baba and Ota on your way towards the door.

“HEY! You walk out the door and you face the consequences.” You heard Mr. Ichinomiya call after you. “You’re job at risk and other things as well L/N.”

“Oh...is that so?” you asked softly, turning towards the men, who all had shit-eating grins on there face. “Well in that case.” you shrugged, beginning to walk back. You grabbed the glass that had been on the table and turned towards Eisuke. You grabbed the liquor bottle and filled it up to the brim.

“That’s better, maid.” Eisuke smirked.

“Oh trust me...it truly is. How’s this for a consequence.” you threw the contents of the glass in his face before dropping it on the floor, stepping on it with your foot and smashing it to peices.. “Seeya!” You stormed out, making sure to shut the door behind you.

...(End of flashback)

Now you were in his office, waiting for him to tell you that you were fired. this was an absolute nightmare. You were shaking. You didn’t want to be fired!

Mr.Inchinomiya walked in with a glare on his face. “I shouldn’t even be giving you a chance to explain yourself, but you’re lucky I like to entertain your behavior L/N.”

“Sir, I am so so sorry i have no idea what came over me. my behavior was uncalled for and I don’t kno why I did that or why I reacted the way I did. I am so so sorry.”

“And?”

“I need this job. This is the only job I have and the only one that allows me to work freely, please PLEASE don’t fire me. I’m begging you!”

“i don’t like excuses Y/N....wait...did you just say you were begging me.”

“Yes, please please don’t fire me.” you almost felt like you ere gonna cry.

“Maybe if you beg me more...I might consider not firing you.” he smirked. “On your knees, L/N.”

Oh great, he was gonna play this game?

Defeated, you dropped to your knees. “...P-please...d-don’t fire me. You have no idea how much I need this job. I’ll do anything.” you forced yourself to say, even though you were getting more and more disgusted with each word that left your mouth. Not with yourself, but with whatever sick game he was about to play.

“Hm...anything.” he sighed. “Hm, I should throw you out of my hotel right now but I think I’m feeling generous today.” Eisuke make you look up. “Wouldn’t you say so?”

“Um...Yeah sure.” you raised an eyebrow. “Am I fired ooorrrr-”

“No...in fact, you’ve been promoted.”

“Promot- what?” you found your self standing to your feet. “Promoted? I literally dumped whiskey on your head.” you were confused.

“Hm, yes...that is true. But as I said I’m feeling generous...and I don’t recall giving you permisson to stand up, pet.”

“Sorry what?” you raised an eyebrow. “I’m confused.”

“Hm, since this is your first day of promotion, I’ll allow it...have a seat Y/N.”

Listening, went to sit down.

“In my chair.” he pointed to the big boss chair behind his desk. He looked dead serious so you didn’t pry or question. You just listened.

“From now on, you are to call me by my name in front of everyone. You will no longer refer to me as Mr. Inchinomiya. Master Eisuke, Sir Eisuke also work as well...When we’re alone, you may refer to me as just Eisuke.”

��...When you say promotion...what do you-”

“I will no longer refer to you as Maid, or by your last name.’ he cut you off. “Instead you will be Pet, Y/N, or Pretty Thing if you behave.”

Oh....he meant that type of promotion. You felt your face heat up violently.

“Y-yes sir.” you found yourself saying.

“Sir what.” he growled, slamming his hand on the table. “Finish your sentence, Pretty Thing.”

That nickname alone was enough to make your heart race.

“But first...you need to learn some respect...bend over.” he smirked. “Won’t you take your punishment like a good little maid??”

(Fun fact, My favorite bidders in order are Ota, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Eisuke...Eisuke stays getting on my nerves lol but I still love him. Giirrrl I love me some Ota haaaaayy

Also I was wondering if you guys wanted some recs for some visual novels/ otomes. I have a lot of favorites)

[mozak-hh]

Masterlist:

Just in case you don’t wanna scroll down x

Buy me a coffee? ❤️

Genshin impact:

How they find out they’re in love with you

Zhongli, Diluc, Albedo and Kaeya

How some of the genshin boys kiss

Childe, Diluc, Kaeya and Albedo

When they’re horny

Kaeya, Jean, Diluc and Xiao

Lingerie preferences (just images)

Xiao, Kaeya, Lisa, Jean, Zhongli, Albedo, Diluc, Ningguang, Childe, Zhongli, Ganyu

When they’re jealous

When they’re jealous (nsfw ending)

Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, Zhongli, Childe

Thigh Riding

Kaeya, Childe, Xiao

When they make you cry

Xiao, Childe, Zhongli

When they have a nightmare

Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Diluc

A-Z smut challenge:

Diluc

Kaeya

Oneshots:

“Call me by your name” Zhongli x reader (nsfw)

Demon slayer:

Individual headcanons:

Rengoku:

Falling in love with their childhood best friend

Rengoku x gender neutral reader (fluff)

My Hero Acadamia:

Lingerie headcanons

Bakugo, todoroki, Denki, Kirishima, Midoriya, Dabi, shigaraki, Iida, Shinso

Morning routine with you

Bakugo, Todoroki, Momo, Denki

Kissed by the baddest bidder (KBTBB):

Mc is up late and stressed

Eisuke, Ota

Ass, thighs, or boobs pt.1

Eisuke, Ota, Soryu, Baba

Props these creators for the amazing fan art that I used as headers. Please feel free to give some of these creators much deserved love 💕

Genshin impact header:

[otonymous]

Kissed By The Baddest CEO (MLQC Victor x KBTBB - NSFW)

Description: Old flames and prospective lovers threaten to derail your budding romance with Victor before it even begins.  How will you extricate yourselves from a web of misunderstandings?

Warnings:

NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language — reader discretion is advised.  Potential Trigger Warnings: profanity, jealousy, angst, exes, mentions of alcohol, bone fetishes, rough sex, 69 sex position (oral sex), mirror sex, vaginal intercourse, swallowing, size kink

Mild spoilers for Victor’s family history (MLQC); slight bending of MLQC & KBTBB canon universes via creation of original side character

Word Count: ~10K words (please set aside a good chunk of time for some fluff, angst and smut 🤣)

Author’s Notes:

First of all, a GIANT thank you to the super gracious @lin-ful​ for commissioning this Victor piece from me.  You are an absolute joy to work with and I really appreciate the fact that you gave me carte blanche to basically do whatever I wanted 🤣  I really hope you enjoy the read!  (P.S. I would never be so sadistic as to ever make you choose between Victor and Eisuke, so please rest easy 😆)

This story is especially significant to me as a writer because it represents the culmination of a number of milestones: the first time I’ve created an original character, my first attempt at writing a crossover story, the first time I’ve written in both first- and second-person perspectives.  It is also the longest single piece I’ve ever written.  That being said, please note the warnings listed above and happy reading! 😊

Nb. This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, and incidents are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter 1: Hello Diana

“Really Vic, I thought you were beyond name calling by now.”  

Her voice is sultry and low, smooth in your ears like the whiskey in her tumbler.  Completely at ease in a couture Givenchy pantsuit that likely cost more than one of your production budgets, she sat with her legs elegantly crossed in a leather armchair, tipping her glass to vermillion lips.  And as the flames danced in the imposing marble fireplace of one of Shanghai’s oldest and most exclusive supper clubs, they reflected off an enormous ruby ring gracing her middle finger.

Victor scoffs, taking a sip of his own whisky and glancing at you as you follow suit with the virgin cocktail he ordered on your behalf while you were in the restroom.

He was so infuriating at times, but at least it wasn’t warmed milk.

“First of all, you weren’t meant to hear that.  Secondly, I hardly consider ‘dummy’ name calling.  Far worse exists when it comes to options, as I'm sure you can attest to, Diana. You’ve used quite a few in your day.”

Amusement spreads across her fine features as she throws her head back in laughter, the sound enticing even as it disrupts the low chatter in the room.  However, none of the men looking her way seemed to mind.  She was brimming with so much joie de vivre that even you weren’t immune to her charms, smiling despite the anxiety that sat heavy in your chest from the very moment Victor introduced you to Diana Shum that evening.

You didn’t quite know why you felt ill at ease, especially towards someone who was doing you a favour by brokering a major deal on behalf of your company.  Well, more like doing Victor a favour, since he was the one who made the request.  Perhaps this was how all men felt in the presence of such a woman: elegantly confident and unapologetically vivacious, drawing attention everywhere she went.

“Are you still dredging up stories from our Oxford days, Victor?  Not very gentlemanly of you.  How do you put up with him?”  Diana turns to wink at you and the spotlight of her attention makes you feel like the only other person in the room.  “Let me assure you those boys deserved every insult in the book; one-track minds and transparent to boot.  They should consider themselves lucky I even acknowledged their sad existence.”  

“Di, you made the Prime Minister’s son cry.  You should’ve seen those puffy eyes the next morning at the swim meet against Cambridge."  

Victor raises his brows, subtle amusement colouring his expression.  And simple though it was, the sight of his handsome face so transformed by the faint smile on his lips made your heart race.  

No, there’s no way.  It’s probably just the fatigue catching up to you.  The flight to Shanghai from Loveland City must’ve been more taxing than you initially thought, even though Victor had graciously offered to let you hitch a ride on his private jet.  You place a hand on your chest, trying to calm the frenzied rhythm of your heart.  The gesture goes unnoticed by Diana but Victor throws a worried glance in your direction.  You smile to ease his concerns.  He furrows his brows.

“Oh please, I should’ve ripped him a new one with the way he tried to get frisky on our date.  He’s lucky I didn’t call Soryu to deal with him and his wandering hands.”

A sudden change seeps into Victor’s eyes, dark irises softening as if focused on something miles away.  “Soryu.  How is your cousin doing, by the way?”

Diana leans back, taking another sip of her drink.  “You’ll see for yourself soon enough.  I take it you are accompanying this lovely producer to Tokyo to meet with Eisuke and wherever the Ichinomiya heir is, Soryu isn’t far behind.  In all honesty though, Vic, surely you would know better than I.  Weren’t the three of you thick as thieves during prep school?”

You perk up at the topic of Victor’s childhood.  It was a rare chance to learn about the formative years of this stone-faced man before he became the slave driver of Loveland Financial Group.  

“I was only there for a year and a half with Soryu and Eisuke before…before my mother passed.  My father sent for me shortly afterwards.  I haven't seen them since.”

Deep voice trailing off, Victor’s gaze shifts to the fireplace where it remains, as if hypnotized by the flicker of orange flames.  And as the silence stretches on, you become disconcerted to see him so uncharacteristically lost in his thoughts.  You reach out to touch him but Diana beats you to it, laying a delicate hand on top of his much larger one as it rests on the leather armrest.

The gesture is ridiculously small for how much it blindsides you — the sight of her hand on Victor’s dazzling like the light reflecting off her ruby ring.

He blinks at the touch, long lashes fluttering in the split-second it takes for him to compose himself and suddenly, the unflappable CEO is back again.  

“I’m sorry, it’s been a long day and we should probably call it a night.  But you have my thanks, Diana, for setting up this meeting with the Ichinomiya Group.”

It was Diana’s turn to scoff.  “Can we please dispense with the formalities, Victor?  Soryu mentioned Eisuke was having difficulty finding the right people to make this documentary on the anniversary of his Tres Spades Tokyo hotel, so it was serendipity that we bumped into each while on business in London.  It’s a win-win situation.  Meant to be.”

Meant to be.

There is a spark of something in Diana’s eyes when she makes that last statement.  It stays with you long after you part ways with Victor for the night, lying awake in your hotel room as you wondered whether the LFG CEO was already asleep in his.

Chapter 2: SOS

“You’re awfully quiet.  Should I take this to mean that you already know everything about Eisuke Ichinomiya and his chain of luxury hotels?"

Victor speaks without raising his head, leafing through the documents on his lap and stopping periodically to leave his signature with the same gold pen that marked up your reports. Its barrel glowed warm, reflecting the soft lights of the cabin of his private jet, en route to Tokyo from Shanghai.

Letting out a shaky breath, you try to steel yourself despite the rising heat in your cheeks.  Because after a night spent tossing and turning in your hotel room, you arrived at a conclusion so absurd it could only be true:  

You were in love with Victor Li.

Against all odds, the bane of your life had become your biggest ally and mentor.  All the pieces of the square puzzle that was the LFG CEO had fallen into place to form one coherent and beautiful picture:

His exacting demands transformed into standards of excellence, his workaholism a paragon of commitment and dedication.

And though you were loathe to admit it, each soft utterance of “dummy” leaving his lips made the corners of yours turn up in the goofiest of grins.

Oh god, how did it ever come to this?!  Where and when along the rocky path of your working relationship with the slave driver did you fall in love with him?  But that wasn’t even the worst of it.  If your intuition about the previous night’s events served you well, the beautiful Diana Shum was also enamoured of him.

You turn to Victor, meaning to inform him with utmost confidence that you had already conducted extensive research on the Ichinomiya Group’s charismatic CEO and his chain of casino hotels.  You even thought to throw in a snarky reminder that he himself had been marginally impressed with the presentation you gave on the topic back in Loveland City.

“Are you close to Diana Shum?”

Was NOT what had you meant to ask.  Especially in a voice that cracked like a 12 year old pubescent boy’s.  And if there was a way by which you could’ve drowned in a bottle of water, you would’ve gladly done so.  Instead, you settle for gulping it down, trying to keep your stupid mouth from spewing more nonsense in front of the man who was your de facto boss.

“Ahem.”  Victor clears his throat, long legs uncrossing as he shifts in his seat.  Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the muscles of that chiseled jaw settling firm.

“I-I’m so sorry.  It’s none of my business.  You don’t have to answer-"

“I’ve known her for a while, if that’s what you’re asking.  She’s a classmate from university and also a cousin of a friend of mine from prep school, as you’ve probably gathered from yesterday’s conversation.  Since graduation, she’s taken over her father’s role as CEO of Shum Property Developments and we’ve partnered periodically on various business ventures…”

He continues and you nod at the appropriate times, half listening as a million thoughts filtered through your head: your surprise at how unusually verbose Victor was being, the relief you felt to see that he was as determined to avoid your gaze as you were his.  Because the truth was that the longer he went on about Diana — so beautiful, polished and charming that you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate her even if you tried — the harder it was to keep the clouds from darkening your face.  And when Victor says,

“Not like it has any bearing on anything now, but we also dated for a short period of time…”

…It hurts to breathe.

Finally turning in your direction, Victor fixes you with a scrutinizing gaze.  “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, um, I just…wanted to know a bit more about the person who helped me and my company.  So I can better thank her later.”

You speak without meeting his eyes, hoping to placate him with a quick smile as you pretend to rummage through your purse.  Thankfully, he drops the topic, returning to his documents.  And though the rest of the plane ride is spent in near silence, the thoughts in your head have never been so loud.

Chapter 3: Sexy Bones [Victor]

She wore that dress today.  The same one she had on when she impudently stormed my office to insist that I give her company a final chance before pulling funding:

Fitted to conform to every curve, yet formal enough to be professional.  Beautifully sensual in her usual understated way.  My favourite shade of red.

“It’s my go-to outfit when I need a confidence boost,” she told me once in between bites of pudding at Souvenir.  “It makes me feel like a queen, like I can do no wrong.  Perfect for business meetings I just have to nail, you know?”

“Dummy,” I had said then, feigning dismissiveness so she wouldn’t pick up on the way my eyes kept drifting towards her lips, so soft and plush I couldn’t help but wonder if her kisses would carry a hint of caramel sweetness.

It was true that the girl could be incredibly dense at times, playing at being queen when she already ruled my heart.  Or how oblivious she was to the fact that the British doctor was completely smitten with her during today’s meeting at the Tres Spades Tokyo hotel.

Dr. Luke Foster.

Completely absorbed in reading through what looked to be like a stack of medical journals, Dr. Foster had largely ignored us while Eisuke and Soryu made quick work of introducing the eclectic mix of other associates in the room:

Ota Kisaki, the so-called “Angelic Artist” whose work I was well-acquainted with, having previously spent a small fortune on his painting, Koro of My Kokoro.

Baba Mitsunari, a charming man whose handsome features were made all the more striking by the black fedora and red suit he wore.  The girl pointed out that he bore an uncanny resemblance to the cashier we saw at a convenience store earlier that day and I had to agree.

They glossed over a man named Mamoru Kishi, apparently sound asleep in one corner of the room with his face covered by a newspaper and a full ashtray by his side.

Finally, they came to Luke Foster, a blond-haired man with the air of an English gentleman.  Eisuke explained that Dr. Foster was the hotel’s on-site physician as well as a fellow alumnus of our prep school, apparently having left for reasons no one wanted to articulate the year before I transferred in.

And when the doctor finally looked up at us from his readings, his eyes took on an almost maniacal quality to see the girl standing by my side.

“Those proportions, those angles….perfect…absolutely perfect!”  He exclaimed as if in a daze, standing up suddenly and causing the reading materials to spill from his lap in the process.

He looked completely unhinged, almost like a zombie as he reached out a pale hand towards her collarbones of all places.  I stepped in front of her on reflex, only to have the doctor fix me with a piercing gaze as if he had just become aware of my existence and found it thoroughly offensive.

“Annnnd there he goes again,” Ota’s tone was one of exasperation, but there was no mistaking the amusement in the smirk that spread wide across his face.

“Ooh, Lu’s got a new victim!  Maybe now he can finally stop staring at the Boss’s girl every time she comes in to clean the penthouse!”  Baba chimes in, fingers stroking at his chin as if hatching some mischievous plan.

“Will the lot of ya shaddup!?  I’m tryin’ to sleep over here…zzz…” The man with the papers over his head gave a muffled shout before promptly rolling over onto his side.

Soryu just sighed, running a hand over his face.  And just when I began to worry that the girl was scared out of her wits, having wandered into this strange den of wolves, she surprised me by chuckling under her breath.  

Did the dummy find this funny?

“Tch, ignore them, Victor.  Let’s just get on with the presentation,” Eisuke said as he took his seat at the head of a long table.  The girl straightened up and immediately got to work, transforming into the consummate professional she always was when it came down to business.  I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride as I watched her nail her pitch.

Taking a surreptitious glance around at her rapt audience, I stopped at Luke.  The intensity of the doctor's stare made me uneasy, the way those blue-grey eyes hovered above the scooped neckline of her red dress, tracing along her collarbones as if he were caressing them with his gaze alone.  I mentally berated myself for not putting my suit jacket over her shoulders before she got up there.

And though it was spoken under his breath, Dr. Foster’s murmur of “sexy bones” rang loud and clear in my ears.

Chapter 4: In A (Traffic) Jam [Victor]

“Victor, you won’t believe my luck!  Not only did we cinch the Ichinomiya account, I also found the perfect candidate to appear on our Mystery Finder show!”

The girl was practically breathless on the other end of the line, words jumbling together as they came a mile a minute.  And though her enthusiasm is as infectious as it is adorable, I remind myself to play it cool.  “Really.  And who might that be?”

“Dr. Foster!”

HONK!

I swerve back into my lane on reflex, narrowly avoiding an accident as the driver next to me flips me the bird before speeding away.  My heart raced, beating fiercely against the cage of my chest, but it had little to do with my near brush with death.

At this moment, I was more concerned with a man who looked like Death himself.

“Oh my god, Victor, what was that?  Are you okay?”  The concern in her voice is palpable and it makes me think of how kind and tenderhearted she is, of how easily someone could exploit that to their advantage.  “This is a bad time, isn’t it?  I’m so sorry, I’ll call you ba-”

“Don’t worry about it, just some idiot not paying attention on the road.  And what's this about, ahem, Dr. Foster?"  The name itself was unsavoury, sticking in my throat until I spat it out.  I hoped the vitriol escaped her notice.

“Okay Victor, get this: it’s like the man has X-ray vision!”

She whispers for dramatic effect, and my grip tightens on the steering wheel as I picture those slate grey eyes sweeping over the curves of her body, a lewd expression falling over the doctor’s features.  He was a handsome enough man, that much was true; intelligent and a first-rate surgeon according to Eisuke and Soryu.  Goldman confirmed as much when I had him dig up all available information on Luke Foster.  On that basis alone, many women would find him to be an extremely attractive suitor and ludicrous though it is, I can’t help but think the worst.  Luke had been quite open in his admiration of her, especially her collarbones.  What if she returned the sentiment?

In retrospect, it was a horrible idea to leave her to her work (and that wolf) in Tokyo while I returned to mine in Loveland City.  While she had the company of her coworkers, clearly none of them sensed the danger in Luke Foster that I did.  I no longer had the right to call her a dummy when I was obviously the idiot here.

“I’m telling you Victor, he can just look at somebody and tell you everything about their bone structure.  It’s too accurate to just be guesswork!  Apparently, he can remember anyone he's ever laid eyes on based on their bones.  It’s incredible.  I’d love for Professor Lucien to meet him.  If only he had the time to fly out to Tokyo…”

The girl continues and I catch sight of my furrowed brows in the rear-view mirror, deepening the longer she goes on and on about men who weren’t me.

“…He’s already agreed to be a guest on the show!  But…he did make a rather strange request."

For a moment, I can barely breathe.  The skin over my knuckles blanches as it stretches tight, my grip on the wheel growing harder as I brace for unwelcome news.  God knows what she would’ve agreed to in my absence.  Filled with a sense of dread, I had to know all the same.  “Which was?…”

She pauses, the hitch in her breath subtle but speaking volumes nonetheless.

“Just say it, dummy.”  I soften my tone in encouragement though my mind was already racing, thinking of all the ways my legal team could dissolve a contract should the girl have already signed papers.

“Well, he…he asked if he could examine my body in lieu of payment for appearing on the show.  You should’ve seen him!  He was so desperate he was practically begging and I…I just couldn't say no."  

MOTHERFUCK!

Chapter 5: Role Model

“STUPID VICTOR LI!”

You had meant to throw the rolled-up magazine in dramatic rock star fashion, sending it flying across your suite at the Tres Spades Tokyo hotel to give at least a resounding smack as it hits the wall.  Instead, it flutters to the carpeted floor, barely a few feet from where you lay sprawled out on a bed much too large for a single person.

And from the surface of that glossy cover, Victor’s handsome face — all sharp eyes and chiseled jaw - staring up at you from beneath a headline that read: "Man On Top: How Victor Li Conquered The Business World.”

Man on top.  What a tease if there ever was one — especially since you’ve developed the recent habit of falling asleep to the fantasy of having the broad expanse of Victor’s muscular chest hovering over you.

“The only thing he should be on top of is ME!”

Your voice echoes in the room, empty save for you.  Even still, your cheeks burned from embarrassment over the absurdity of your current situation.  Victor Li didn’t belong to you.  Not when he had someone like Diana in his life.

Victor and Diana.  Diana and Victor.  A perfect match regardless of how the pieces fit.  And for an instant, your anger flares to remember the nonchalance in Victor’s voice when he told you that their past history as lovers had no bearing on the present, as if they didn’t look like they belonged together when you saw them just now in the lobby of the hotel, moments after you purchased the magazine with Victor’s face gracing the cover from one of the shops.

Practically ecstatic in your surprise to see him there at the Tres Spades, you were just about to call out to him when his name died in your throat, choked by the sight of the woman at his side.  Victor was escorting Diana to a limo waiting just beyond the revolving doors.  And the last thing you saw before the chauffeur pulled away was the two of them slipping into the vehicle together.

He hadn’t even told you he was coming to Tokyo.

It was only after you became aware of the fact that you were blocking the entrance to the shop that you recovered from the shock, murmuring apologies as you pulled yourself together just enough to make your way back to the safety of your hotel room.

Rising up off the bed, your feet sink into the lush carpeting as you pad over to where the magazine lay.  You pick it up and smooth out the crinkles, fingers tracing the outline of Victor’s profile as you do — gentle, as if you were touching the man himself.  And when your nose begins to tingle, you know it won’t be long before you feel the familiar sting of tears behind your eyes.

“Think you could stop being so nice to me, Victor?  You’ll give a girl the wrong impression.”  

Heaving a sigh, you slip the magazine beneath a pillow on the bed.  A quick glance at the clock on the bedside table told you it was almost time for your dinner date with Dr. Foster.  Sitting around moping wasn’t an option, at least not tonight.  Lightly slapping your cheeks, you push the image of Victor and Diana out of your head and get ready to step into the shower.

Chapter 6: Hard To Swallow [Victor]

“I’m glad you remembered that you owe me a dinner, Victor Li.  And though I practically had to drag you to this restaurant, I guess the means don’t really matter if the end result is the same.  But still, what a lucky coincidence that we bumped into each other again at the Tres Spades of all places.  Now that’s something to drink to.”

Diana holds up her glass, Cabernet Sauvignon swirling as it meets mine with a delicate clink.  Under the table, the tip of her stiletto pushes against my oxfords before sliding past my ankle, inching its way up my leg.  I pull away, watching those red lips spread into a smile as I do.

“You might be the first man who’s ever been able to resist me.  Has anyone ever told you you’re one stubborn asshole?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She laughs at that, taking another sip of her wine before setting it down.  “So, tell me about her.”

“Her?”  I focus on cutting into my Kobe beef, already aware that Diana will see through my bluff.  She always did.

“Surely there must be another woman if you keep turning me down over and over again, Victor.  A girl has her pride too, you know.”

“We are not getting back together, Diana.”

“Tsk, you’re no fun, Vic.  All work and no play, all the time.  I’ll have to remind myself of that the next time I start entertaining thoughts of calling you up again.”

She pouts, but it isn’t long before her eyes take on that familiar spark of mischief as she continues.  

“But seriously, tell me about your cute little producer.  That is the girl you keep rejecting me for, I presume.  I need to know about the woman who’s finally managed to infiltrate the entirety of Victor Li’s notoriously impenetrable heart.  She must be quite the lover if she’s got you wrapped around her little finger like that, pulling strings with all your friends left, right and centre.”

It annoys me to no end that the mere mention of the girl is enough to reduce me to a swooning idiot.  I fight to keep the smile off my face.

“You’ve got the wrong idea.  She’s not my lover.”  

Diana begins to protest, but her words are lost on me because I’ve stopped listening.  In fact, the only thing I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears, propelled by the adrenaline racing through my veins to see him enter the restaurant.

Dr. Luke Foster.  

WITH MY DUMMY, NO LESS.

And my dummy looks…absolutely gorgeous.  Her hair is done up, leaving her graceful neck and collarbones exposed in a little black dress I’ve never seen her wear before, I realize with not an insignificant amount of jealousy.

But wait…collarbones?!

Sure enough, that surgeon is staring at her clavicle like some kind of pervert.  The sight alone incites the beginnings of a dull throbbing in my temples, no doubt exacerbated by the vice-like clench of my jaws.

I follow them with my gaze as they are led to a table for two; fixate on Luke’s face even as the sommelier arrives to make his recommendations to the pair.  The doctor stares at my girl like he couldn’t care less about the meal, as if the only thing he hungered for was precisely what I myself had desired for so long: the woman.  And she—

Just looked my way.

Surprise etches itself onto her beautiful features — the brows I had dreamt of one day lightly running a fingertip over while she sleeps lifting into a delicate arch.  And why shouldn’t she be surprised?  I had given her no indication that I had rushed over to Tokyo from Loveland City as soon as I heard what Luke had requested of her.  

But there is no nod of acknowledgement, no smile in greeting.  Just her, looking away as if she hadn’t seen me at all, her smile apologetic when she retrains her attention on the doctor.  And while it was only for a fraction of a second, I could have sworn her eyes carried a hint of sorrow.

Or perhaps I’m projecting.

Because her obvious avoidance feels like a rebuff, a sucker punch to the gut.  She’s never blatantly ignored me like that, no matter how wound up she was even during those times when I verbally tore her sub-par proposals to shreds.  The feeling of rejection sits heavy on my chest, the tie around my neck much too tight.

“Victor, are you all right?”

Diana’s voice cuts through my thoughts.  She is looking at me curiously.  I reach for my glass of wine, suddenly feeling like I was on the verge of choking.  “Of course, what could possibly be wrong?”

“ ‘What’s wrong’ is the fact that you haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said for the past ten minutes.  Even if there’s no chance we’ll ever get back together again as you so adamantly insist, the least you could do is pay attention to the person you’re sharing a meal with.”

I take a deep breath, more than a little disconcerted by the girl’s ability to affect me.  “Of course.  My apologies, you’re absolutely right.  Please, continue.”

Across the candlelit table, I look Diana in the eye, resolved to keep up at least the pretence of being interested in what she had to say when all I wanted to do was storm the table where Luke sat with my girl.  With each sideways glance in their direction, my grip tightened on my utensils to see them chatting, seemingly engrossed in the world’s most interesting conversation.

And when she hands over a manila envelope to the doctor, my heart skips a beat.

Could it be…marriage documents?!

One tiny corner of my brain berates me for how ridiculous I am being but when it comes to her, I simply can’t help it, and the fantasy in which I casually stroll over, flip the table onto Luke Foster and steal my girl away in a bridal carry becomes so vivid in my mind’s eye, it almost seems like a good idea.

Diana excuses herself to use the restroom and I pounce on the opportunity to send the dummy a text:

“MEET ME AT THE BAR IN THE TRES SPADES HOTEL IN AN HOUR.  DON’T BE LATE.”

Chapter 7: Choked Up

“Is there something wrong, Dr. Foster?  You haven’t touched your meal.”

You do your best to school your expression into one of polite neutrality as you take in the strange sight of the pale, blond-haired man shaking out an alarming number of pills onto the palm of his hand, tapping loudly on a bottle seemingly produced out of nowhere.  He pops them all into his mouth at once and you pray you won’t have to perform the Heimlich maneuver as he chases them down with a few gulps of water.

A smile spreads across the doctor’s lips as his eyes fall upon your collarbones once more.  You were used to feeling like a third wheel by now, even when alone with Luke Foster, given his penchant for carrying on conversations while staring intently at your bones.  But you took no offence at his behaviour, especially after Baba’s attempts to give you insight into Luke’s peculiar mannerisms:

“Try not to take it personal, Miss.  Lu will look at anyone who’s got beautiful collarbones.  It’s a well-known fact that he’s obsessed with the boss’s - he's even framed the X-ray films of Eisuke’s bones.  He likely just wants yours to add to his collection.”

Strange though it was, the request that Luke be allowed to have X-rays films of your collarbones in exchange for appearing on Miracle Finder was innocent enough.  Certainly nothing that warranted the stony silence you received on the other end of the line when you called Victor the other day to tell him that Dr. Foster wanted to examine you.  After a brusque “I have to go,” he had hung up.  No goodbyes, not even a mutter of “dummy.”  

But Luke Foster had been nothing short of a perfect gentleman, never once laying a hand on you.  Moreover, he even insisted on paying for tonight’s meal despite the fact that you had invited him as thanks for appearing on the show.  

“Please, just call me Luke.  Vitamins and water are all I need to survive.  I only ordered because Eisuke said it might be awkward if you seemed to be the only one dining.”

“I-I see.”  You smile, taking another bite of wagyu.  And for a moment, you are too wrapped up in the blissful way it seemed to melt on your tongue to be disconcerted by the strange events of the evening.

You weren’t, however, too distracted to continue throwing surreptitious glances in Victor’s direction, fighting to keep composed each time Diana’s laughter carried over to your table.  What were the chances that you’d find yourselves at the same restaurant in all of Tokyo?  You know that he knows you are here; even Chik couldn’t put on a performance convincing enough for the LFG CEO to believe for a second that you didn’t see him.

With your dismal acting skills, you definitely didn’t stand a chance.

“You’re in love with him.”

COUGH, COUGH!

You clear the steak lodged in the back of your throat with a few hacking coughs, half of your face hidden behind your napkin as you tried to be as discreet as possible, the words “Death by Wagyu” flashing through your mind.  After soothing your throat with a sip of wine, you ask:

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re in love with that man sitting just over there with the woman dressed in red.  That Victor fellow who accompanied you to that first meeting with Eisuke.”

For someone who seemed to pay very little attention to matters that didn’t concern bones, Luke Foster was surprisingly perceptive.  Or maybe you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were and it was obvious to all but yourself that you were staring at the golden couple.

“I…how did you...what makes you—”

“Please pass this message on to him for me.  If he doesn’t treat your collarbones with the respect they deserve, he can’t blame me for swooping in to take his place.”

Then, for the very first time that night, Luke Foster looks you in the eye, the intensity in blue-grey irises making your breath hitch when he says: “Until then, I hope you find happiness with him, Sexy Bones — especially since he also seems to be exceedingly fond of you.  Quite the annoyance, really.”

And for the very first time that night, you smile freely, naturally, at Luke, blushing hard as you contemplate his words.  Suddenly bashful, you drop your gaze only to catch sight of the manila envelope you brought with you.  You pass it across the table to him.

“Here.  Your payment for agreeing to appear on Miracle Finder.”

The expression on Luke’s face can best be described as euphoric when he takes the films from you, momentarily excusing himself from the table as he murmurs something about requiring brighter lighting to examine them.

That is when you hear the buzz of your phone from inside your purse.  And when you finally fish it out, you see a single text from Victor, commanding as always:

“MEET ME AT THE BAR IN THE TRES SPADES HOTEL IN AN HOUR.  DON’T BE LATE.”

Chapter 8: Green-Eyed Monsters [Victor]

“Another whiskey on the rocks for you, Sir?”

I nod to the bartender, watching as he chips away at a block of ice to produce a perfect crystalline sphere — still spinning in the glass when he pours the amber spirit over it like a libation.  It almost takes my mind off the fact that the girl is late.  By exactly ten minutes, according to my watch.  And for a moment, I’m gripped by a sense of panic when I consider the possibility that she might not come.

She never did answer my text though I knew she saw it — having witnessed her reaching into her purse to pull out her phone seconds after I sent the message.  And while the logical part of my brain is telling me I’m being an absolute idiot, worst-case scenarios are already running through my head: the girl is side-swiped by a car while crossing the street, or somehow managed to fall into an open manhole and is currently standing knee-deep in sewage.

Or maybe she is pinned to the wall in a dark corner somewhere, hemmed in on either side by the gifted hands of a world-class surgeon by the name of Luke Foster.

I lift the glass to my lips, too impatient to even savour the smooth burn of the drink as I reach for my phone to send her another text.  That is when I see her:

Cheeks flushed and chest gently heaving as if she had rushed to get here.  An errant lock of hair falling from her up-do, framing that beautiful face like I had dreamt so many times of doing with the palm of my hand.

She makes her way towards me in that dimly lit bar, and though I’m aware of the faint ticking of the second hand of my watch, time may as well have stood still.  Because I could have lived in that moment forever, gazing upon the light in her eyes as if they held every last star in the sky, as if those heavenly bodies had fallen just for her in precisely the same way I had: deeply, irrevocably.

And I know there is no turning back.

“Victor, sorry I’m late!  What are you doing here in Tok—”  

“Why did you ignore me?”  My voice comes out stern, even to my ears, and I curse myself for losing my cool around her yet again.  The girl furrows her brows, eyes dropping from my face to the half-empty glass of whiskey sitting on the counter.  And when she looks up again, something in her countenance has changed — soft surprise giving way to a hardened expression.

“If it’s the text you’re referring to, I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

She looks away, refusing to meet my gaze as she perches on the stool beside me.  “Surely you wouldn’t have wanted me to interrupt your dinner date, especially when you and Ms. Shum seemed so intimate.”

Intimate?

The bartender approaches, interrupting our conversation before I get the chance to formulate a reply.  “What can I get for you, Miss?”

“She’ll have a glass of warmed milk—”

“Whiskey.  On the rocks, please.”

She speaks over me, turning slightly in my direction as she does.  I ignore the murmur of “Ladies’ choice” from the bartender as well as the smirk on his face as he begins preparing her drink.  The thinly veiled challenge in the girl’s expression — elbow propped up on the counter with her chin resting atop a loose fist — only serves to highlight how incredibly alluring it is when she pushes back.

“Hmm.  Bold.  Since when did you start drinking whiskey?  I don’t think you need me to remind you of your non-existent alcohol tolerance.  Besides, didn’t you already have enough to drink at dinner?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Victor Li,” she says, reaching for the glass the bartender sets down before her.  She takes a moment, staring at the rich, golden hues before finally taking a sip.  I fight to keep the smile off my face when hers pulls into a grimace from the sting of the alcohol she clearly wasn’t familiar with.  Dummy.

“I’m surprised you even noticed me at all, not with the lovely Diana there.  But I guess old wounds really do have difficulty closing, no matter how much we say they’ve healed.”

“You’d have to ask for the expert opinion of your overly friendly doctor about that.”

“Excuse me?”  She sets her drink down a bit harder than likely intended, sending the liquid sloshing about the glass to kiss the pink of her lipstick imprinted on its edge.  

I don’t like where this conversation is going, the ill-disguised barbs only serving to increase the tension between us.  It was foolish to have what should’ve been a very private discussion in a public space but, as always, the thought of her and Luke together is enough to make me forget my place and position, throwing caution to the wind and behaving with reckless abandon.

And still, the heat beneath my collar goads me on.

“Luke Foster.  The one you’re so enthralled with that your manners seem to have been completely swept from memory.  I presume that’s the reason why you didn’t acknowledge my existence when you saw me in the restaurant.”

Her eyes widen in disbelief as she leans in close, voice dripping with sarcasm: “Just like how you didn’t remember to tell me you were coming to Tokyo?  Or maybe you weren’t planning on telling me at all, since it clearly looked like you weren’t here on business.  But then again, I guess your business is none of mine.”

I don’t know whether I want to push back or kiss her senseless.

Instead, I settle for a deep breath, trying to keep my frustration in check.  Having a heated argument with her was not how I had intended my evening to go.  In fact, my entire day had not proceeded as planned, and if I hadn’t been accosted by Diana as soon as I stepped foot in the Tres Spades hotel, I would have been having dinner with the woman who occupied all my thoughts, all the time.  At the very least, I could’ve saved her from the clutches of a pervert doctor.

I glance in her direction, study the beautiful melancholy of her silent profile as she watches the ball of ice slowly melt into her drink.  Then I take another sip of mine, steeling myself for reparations I desperately needed to make.

“I am only going to say this once, so listen closely.  Diana Shum and I dated shortly after graduation for all of two months before we decided to part ways on amicable terms.  We make for much better business partners than we ever did romantically, and while she has expressed occasional interest in rekindling our relationship, I have never been of the same mind.  I can assure you this will never change.

“The reason I came to Tokyo is not because of her — professional or otherwise — but because I was in a rush to prevent a certain dummy from doing anything she’d regret later on.  But…”

I knock back the rest of my whiskey, emptying the glass.

“…I’m afraid I’m too late.”

She looks at me now, eyes wide as if she were still processing the words.  Her next question comes on a whisper: “Why would you be too late?”

And it is my turn to look away.  

“Well, you seemed to be pretty intimate yourself with Dr. Foster during your dinner date.  I can only presume that…”

The girl moves closer and I can’t help the way my eyes are drawn to her mouth — the tremble of her lower lip, full and pink and lush.  Without thought, I allow my gaze to trace along the graceful column of her neck, settling at the delicate notch between her collarbones and in that instant, I come to a visceral understanding of the extent of Luke Foster’s obsession, for mine was magnified a million times over:

I yearned for the entirety of this woman before me — needed her for myself, now and forever.

“Presume what?”  Her voice is low, shaking.

“I can only presume that you’ve already allowed him to…examine your body.”

There is a moment of silence — each torturous second seeming to stretch into eternity to smother the last embers of hope.

“I have…”

Oh god.

“…given him X-ray films of my collarbones as he requested.  That is all.  He’s never touched me, not even once.  I took him out to dinner tonight so I could give them to him as thanks for appearing on the show.”

Petty.  Sheepish.  I felt all these things, but none so powerful as the staggering sense of relief that washes over me to hear her say these words.  Closing my eyes, I let the revelation sink in, finally feeling like I can breathe for the very first time that night.

Chapter 9: The Big Bang

You don’t quite know what made you do it.  

The ambience of the bar, perhaps: sultry jazz and flickering candles purposefully placed to create just enough shadows for a veil of privacy.

Or maybe it was the crestfallen uncertainty that painted the handsome features of Victor Li’s face, his sudden display of vulnerability both novel and endearing.

Most likely however, it was the way in which his downcast expression morphed into one of ecstatic relief when you told him that Luke Foster had not laid a single finger on you.

Because when Victor tilts his head back, eyes closed and sighing deeply as if some unfathomable burden had been lifted, you cannot help but bring your lips to the Adam’s apple bobbing along the length of that strong, thick neck.

Cedar wood and pine.  

The notes of his cologne are so familiar you didn’t realize how much you missed his scent until you literally came face to face with it.  Victor is warm, so very warm beneath the skin of your lips.  And under your touch, you become vaguely aware of the fact that the rise and fall of his chest has stilled.

At any other time, you would’ve questioned your sanity for how boldly you were behaving, especially towards someone who was your boss.  You had never been one to put yourself out there when it came to matters of the heart.  Something about the moment however, about Victor, made you feel like the one thing you could not do was let this chance pass you by.

So when you hear that shuddering breath, feel the faint scratch of his five o’clock shadow when he nuzzles against you in return, you know you’ve made the right gamble.  Being with Victor Li feels right.  And the surreal sense of belonging you find within the embrace of his muscular arms gives you the courage to say, “You must really believe I’m a dummy if you think I’d let any man other than you touch me.”

He slides a finger beneath your chin, gently lifting until all you can see are those jet black eyes, swimming with heat and emotion.  The sudden silence of your surroundings sinks in: no more music, no idle chatter.  Not even the rustle of limbs moving about in the dimly lit bar.  And there, in the strange privacy of suspended time…

...Victor kisses you.

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“Are you sure…this is…what you want?”

The deep timbre of Victor’s voice sends a thrill vibrating along the surface of your skin as he questions you between kisses — laid on your mouth, the line of your jaw, the pulse of your neck.  His firm body presses you into a corner of the elevator, empty save for the two of you writhing in unison against a mirrored wall.

Each movement of his soft lips against yours is purposeful, imbued with meaning: longing in the gentle teeth that nibbled on your lower lip before drawing it into his mouth, in the sensual slide of the tongue that sought yours.  Affection obvious in the hands that rose to cup your face, thumbs tracing circles on the apples of reddened cheeks to tell you in no uncertain terms that Victor Li belonged to you as much as you yearned to belong to him.

So you had no qualms about answering in the affirmative, nodding your head because the press of Victor’s muscular thigh between your legs already left you breathless and wondering whether he could feel your wet heat seeping through your panties.

And all he really did was kiss you.

Ding.

The elevator stops at your floor and even before the doors slide open, Victor has hoisted you up, wrapping your legs tightly about his tapered waist and whispering into your ear, “Which room?”

You knew Victor was fit, had seen him move fast and effortlessly through the waters of his Olympic-sized swimming pool that one time he had you deliver a report to his mansion on a Sunday.  And yet, you could not help but admire the sheer perfection of his physique — the bulk of his biceps, flexed beneath strained layers of clothing; the ease with which he carries you all the way to your suite.

And when he sits you down upon the king-sized bed, you wonder if it is, in fact, too small for all the things you cared to do with him.

The LFG CEO shrugs off his suit jacket, loosening his tie just enough to pull it over his head before dropping to kneel at your feet.  You watch him reach for you, shiver when he caresses the sensitive skin behind your knee with a light graze of gentle fingertips.  Large hands trail down your calf — touch barely there and teasing — until his palm finally cups the heel of your stiletto to slide it off your foot.

He looks up at you then, the intensity in ebony irises rendering you still and mute as you patiently await his next move despite the frenzied pounding in your chest.  There is a stroke of something almost feral in the dark depths of the gaze that falls heavy upon you — searching your eyes, lingering on your lips…tracing the neckline of your dress.

“I’ve never seen you wear this dress before.”  Victor says, taking the same amount of care to remove the shoe from your other foot.

And if you were able to think straight under the influence of his touch — the hands that pushed back the hem of your dress as they roamed higher and higher up your thighs towards your heat — you might have found it strange that Victor was choosing now, of all times, to comment on your wardrobe choices.  As it was, you answered without second thought: “It’s new.  I bought it especially for tonight’s dinner.”

Victor stills and when he speaks again, there is a faint tremble in that voice, as if fighting to contain some unfathomable emotion.  

“The doctor couldn’t stop staring at you.  I know because I was the same way.  I couldn’t look away from the moment you stepped foot in that restaurant.”

The revelation leaves you silent, waiting with bated breath for Victor to continue.

“Forgive me…”

Fingers entwine with fabric, gripping tight.

“…but I can’t stand the thought of you looking so beautiful for anyone else.”

RRRIIIIPPPP!

You fall back, wincing at the sound even as you feel your body respond to the sudden shock of having your dress torn right down the middle.  Victor’s display of brute strength was so at odds with the façade of composure he was synonymous with and yet, there was no denying that you were incredibly aroused by this show of power — by the fact that he was now straddling you on all fours like some wild beast, tearing away the rest of your undergarments to leave you completely bare.

You’ve never been so desperate to feel him inside you, deep and rough and untamed.  The thought throws you into a frenzy of lust.

Digging your fingers into the front of his dress shirt, you yank it open to send buttons flying in haphazard directions, but the only thing that concerned you was the sight of that broad chest and muscular torso, so impressive it actually elicits a moan from your lips and a smile from his in return.

Propping yourself up onto your knees, you press against him, flesh to flesh — one hand running over the burning surface of his skin even as the other tugs at the buckle of his leather belt, impatiently moving to palm him when his dress pants fall and gasping to finally see and feel the full extent of the LFG CEO:

Victor Li is rock hard and intimidatingly large.

And the sight makes your mouth water.

Sinking onto your heels, you trail your lips along Victor’s chiseled body, tongue teasing at his nipples as you do and relishing the catch of his breath in his throat.

But just as you begin to lay kisses along the deep V of his abdomen with the intent of tracing lower and lower, Victor stops you, puling you up for a kiss before laying back on the bed and positioning you above him…

…with his face between your legs.

“This way,” he says, voice muffled, and you might have commented on his inability to relinquish control even in the bedroom were it not for the sensation of his flattened tongue sweeping hot and wet along the seam of your already dripping pussy, teasing from end to end.

The sensation is so intense it’s almost unbearable.  You throw your head back, mouth dropping in a silent scream as you sink onto Victor’s face, fighting the instinct to grinder lower onto that talented tongue despite the encouraging grip of Victor’s hands, strong on your hips and thighs.

“I’ve wanted to taste you…for so long,” he murmurs, sucking the swell of your clit into his mouth and humming in approval against moist flesh to hear you moan above him.  “Your flavour is absolutely exquisite.”

Gathering your wits, you fold forward — intent on giving just as much pleasure as you were receiving.  Victor twitches once within your grip, not quite contained by the circumference of your palm and fingers, running up and down the sizeable length of his cock, hot in your hand like his breath on your slit.  And after placing a few wet kisses on the smooth, hard head, you open your mouth to taste him.

The tepid salt of his arousal.  The groans originating from deep within Victor’s chest each time your lip brushed past the tender underside of his cock.  The subtle rhythm of his pelvis, lifting in time to your mouth swallowing more of that solid shaft, quickly becoming slick with your saliva.

And then you catch sight of your reflection in the mirrored closet.  See the bulge of Victor’s bicep as he grips your hip, the flex in the muscles of his neck when he lifts to bury his face deeper into your folds.  See yourself: hair disheveled and eyes half-lidded, drunk on sex.  Observe the messy smear of your lipstick as your mouth stretches to accommodate more and more of your boss’s cock.  And when the tip of Victor’s tongue begins its relentless tease of your clit, you watch as a most debauched expression falls over your features, the tension in your body breaking as you find release on his lips.

You are still shaking when he enters you, sensitized by an orgasm that left tiny sparks of electricity running along every nerve, priming you for second helpings.  A true paragon of patience, Victor Li takes his time, deliberately slow as he pushes — savouring the sensation of drenched, swollen flesh parting just for him.

It was almost unfathomable that you could experience such extreme pleasure, each powerful swing of Victor’s hips driving him deeper into your body — hitting just the right angles until your very senses were extracted along with your second release of the night, running slick between your legs to ease the slippery slide of your bodies.

It draws out Victor’s own, your lover moving to pull out moments before you surprise him by taking him once more into your mouth — gaze locked onto those dark eyes from below as you taste him on your tongue, euphoric to see him bite his lips when your lick yours to swallow every last drop.

Chapter 10: Pillow Talk

Beep Beep Beep Beep.

You roll over, eyes still closed as you reach out to hit the snooze button on the alarm clock.

Except your palm comes down on warm flesh with a resounding smack, echoing throughout your hotel room and accompanied by a deep voice that says, “Are you finally awake, Dummy?”

Your eyes shoot open to see Victor lying naked in bed next to you, a splotch of red blooming on his chest where he had been attacked.  He sets his phone down to hand you a glass of water from the bedside table, and even though memories of the previous night come rushing back to burn your cheeks, you cannot help but notice how glorious he looks bathed in morning light.  You hope he doesn’t see the way your hand shakes when you accept the glass from him with a meek “Thanks.”

Victor clears his throat, waiting for you to finish drinking before he says, “That was the fourth time you slept through the alarm.  I’ve already informed your colleagues you’ll be taking the day off.  We didn’t get much sleep last night and I think you’ll need some time to…recover.”

You bite your lip, turning sideways to feign a sudden interest in the curtains so he wouldn’t see the giant smile spreading onto your face.  It was almost surreal that Victor Li was your lover, and if it weren’t for the exquisite soreness you felt between your legs, you would’ve been hard pressed to believe it for yourself.

The sheets rustle and before you know it, Victor has his chest pressed up against your bare back, laying a soft kiss on your shoulder before he rests his chin on it.

“How are you feeling?”  He asks.

“Okay.  Pretty good, actually.”  It was too early in the game to tell him you were already doing cartwheels in your mind.

“Good.  I’m glad to hear that because I found this under your pillow…”

He places something in your hands.  Your eyes widen when you recognize the magazine with his face on the cover.

“…And this ‘man on top’ wants to know what it feels like to have this woman on top of him for the rest of the day.”

You’ve made it to the end! 🤩 Thank you so much for reading!  Check out more of my work here! 📚 

[voltage-vixen]

Summer of Smut Masterlist

This Masterlist features over 50 stories of summer smuttiness from the following fandoms:

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice Voltage The Ikemen Series BTS

The respective author of each story is tagged accordingly next to their works, so be sure to go check out their blog if you’ve enjoyed their story(ies)! You can also view the full list of writers that participated HERE. This Masterlist will be updated overtime as more entries are published on tumblr as well. 

*Please be advised that all stories featured in this challenge contain NSFW content. 

Day 1: Popsicle Licking

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Popsicle Licking: Helios    @thatfanfictionchick

Popsicle: Shaw    @truth-be-told-im-lying

Popsicle: Kiro    @peacheat

Fun at the Festival: Shaw  @voltage-vixen

Voltage

Frozen Jealousy: Yuzuru Shiba  (Masquerade Kiss)   @darkmindsotome

Ice-Lollies: Eisuke Ichinomiya (Kissed by the Baddest Bidder)  @voltagesmutter

Sweet and Sticky: Hideyoshi Totoyomi (Samurai Love Ballad Party)  @botan-shirabuki

Popsicle Licking: Ieyasu Tokugawa (Samurai Love Ballad Party) @chooseyourroute

The Ikemen Series

Favorite Treat: Seth Hyde  (Ikemen Revolution) @lil-creatorwritings

A Summer Treat: Isaac Newton (Ikemen Vampire) @essenceofspace

BTS

Popsicle Licking: Jeon Jungkook @helvonasche

Day 2: Applying Sunscreen

Voltage

Sun and Secrets: Kei Soejima  (Masquerade Kiss) @darkmindsotome *This story also features the prompt: Untying a bikini top

Painting You: Captain Morgan (Ryuga) (Pirates in Love) @voltagesmutter

Exposure: Yukimura Sanada (Samurai Love Ballad Party)  @botan-shirabuki

Sunscreen: Yukimura Sanada (Samurai Love Ballad Party) @chooseyourroute

A Loving Reminder: Hyogo Kaga (Her Love in the Force) @voltage-vixen

The Ikemen Series

Pent Up: Leo Crawford (Midnight Cinderella) @lil-creatorwritings

Under the Sunlight: Le Comte Saint Germain @essenceofspace

BTS

Applying Sunscreen: Jeon Jungkook @helvonasche

Day 3: Untying a Bikini Top

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Untying a Bikini Top: Helios @thatfanfictionchick

Untying a Bikini Top: Victor @attackonmyself

The Ikemen Series

Jealousy: Ieyasu Tokugawa  (Ikemen Sengoku) @lil-creatorwritings

An Anniversary to Remember: Ray Blackwell (Ikemen Revolution) @voltage-vixen

BTS

Untying a Bikini Top: Jeon Jungkook @helvonasche

Day 4: Banging on the Beach

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Frustration: Shaw @voltagesmutter

Banging on the Beach: Helios @thatfanfictionchick

Summer Lovin’: Lucien @peacheat

The Ikemen Series

Evening Pleasures: Lancelot Kingsley @lil-creatorwritings

Voltage

Training Partners: Sasuke Sarutobi (Samurai Love Ballad Party) @voltage-vixen

BTS

Banging on the Beach: Jeon Jungkook @helvonasche

Day 5: Petting in the Pool

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Petting in the Pool: Kiro @thatfanfictionchick

Petting in the Pool: Gavin @voltage-vixen

The Ikemen Series

Bathtime Teasings: Mitsunari Ishida (Ikemen Sengoku) @lil-creatorwritings

Poolside: Leonardo da Vinci (Ikemen Vampire) @peacheat

BTS

Petting in the Pool: Jeon Jungkook @helvonasche

Day 6: Nighttime Skinny Dipping

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Dip a Toe: Victor  @tanzen-neko

Nighttime Skinny Dipping: Helios @thatfanfictionchick

Moonlit Adventures: Kiro @peacheat

The Ikemen Series

Make the Moon Jealous of Our Love: Napoleon Bonaparte (Ikemen Vampire) @kissmetwicekissmedeadly

Lovers: Sid Arnault (Midnight Cinderella) @lil-creatorwritings

A Nighttime Tryst: Nobunaga Oda (Ikemen Sengoku) @voltage-vixen

Day 7: Strip Poker

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Strip-Poker: Victor, Lucien, Kiro, & Gavin @voltagesmutter

Strip Poker: Cyril @thatfanfictionchick

The Ikemen Series

Raising the Stakes: Arthur Conan Doyle (Ikemen Vampire) @peacheat

Three’s Company: Leonardo x Comte x Reader  (Ikemen Vampire) @lil-creatorwritings

Voltage

Losing the Lot: Kazuomi Shido (Masquerade Kiss) @darkmindsotome

Day 8: Ice Cube Cool Down

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Beat the Heat: Victor @attackonmyself

The Ikemen Series

Fever: Hideyoshi Toyotomi @lil-creatorwritings

 A Chilly Reception: Napoleon Bonaparte  @voltage-vixen

Day 9: Stranded on a Boat Together

The Ikemen Series

Stress Relief: Theodorus van Goh @lil-creatorwritings

Voltage

Waterlogged: Genya Fujibayashi @botan-shirabuki

Day 10: 2 Wet Bodies & Only 1 Towel

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Dummy: Victor @voltagesmutter

Day 11: Sharing Smores

Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Sweet Sensuality: Gavin   @purple-cat-demon

Day 12: In the Car at the Outdoor Movie Theater

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

I Can be a Bad Boy: Kiro/Helios  @voltagesmutter

Day 13: Sex Under the Sundress

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Undressed: Kiro @ohno-otome

The Ikemen Series

Sex Under the Sundress: Shingen Takeda (Ikemen Sengoku) @krys-loves-otome

Summertime Magic: Vincent van Goh @tanzen-neko

Voltage

Wrapped for Dinner: Shunichiro Tachibana (Irresistible Mistakes) @darkmindsotome

Day 14: Riding the Waves

Day 15: Blow Jobs by the Bonfire

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Under the Stars: Gavin  @voltagesmutter

[voltagesmutter]

Ice-Lollies

Summer Of Smut Writing Challenge, 

Prompt #1: Popsicle Licking 

Pairing: Eisuke x female reader

@voltage-vixen​

Her hand gripped the base of the frozen ice treat, eyes shut as she moved  down to take small sections of it into her mouth, applying a vacuum sucking motion with her mouth. So innocently she worked her way down the glossy blue ice, her pink tongue coming out every so often to lick against it. The soft slurps coming from her mouth pulling attending eyes to her. Actions of a woman but the purity of child.

“Hey princess, I bet you can’t find the rest of it in your mouth,” Baba teased, lounging on the sun-bed next to her. The group of bidders, excluding Eisuke, were enjoying the privacy of the sun desk, taking advantage of the cooling pool in the glistening heat.

“Oh she can fit that easily,” A smirking voice of Eisuke raptured from behind, the CEO strolling out from the stair well and out into the open, his eyes fixed on his girlfriend. A few mewls came from Ota and Baba, a blush forming on the young girls face as she puckered her lips over the tip of the ice in her mouth. Meeting Eisukes challenging smirk, she shrugged lightly before gripping the bottom and deep throating the remaining on the ice-lolly, a small moan coming with her as she released it with a wet pop. The blue tint let traces over her flushed lips, her tongue poking out to the lick the droplets of liquid off of her bottom lip. A smirk formed on her lips as she felt Eisukes intense gaze burning down at her. 

He was immensely proud of his girlfriend, showing her off at functions and gala’s, whilst making sure everyone knew who she belonged too. The crude looks on the other bidders faces, how their eyes widened at her actions, was not a sight Eisuke wanted to endure. Storming over as he watched her lick her fingers, licking away the blue liquid of the melt ice-lollie was the final straw. Self control thrown out the window, heat flooding down to his dick, a raging hardness forming below his suit trousers. 

“Come on,” He tugged her up as he wrapped a hand around her wrist, taking the ice-lollie from her sticky fingers and throwing it on the sun-bed.

“Eisuke!” She pouted, “I was enjoying that”. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll give you something much better to suck on,” He smirked, pulling her along to the elevator, watching the protests of the other bidders as the doors shut behind them.

The minute the doors shut he pressed her against the corner of the elevator, lips meeting in a heated frenzy, his lust filled eyes glancing at hers.

“Don’t ever do a little stunt like that again in-front of them,” He growls against her lips, taking her bottom lip in his teeth.

“But you said-!” She pouted as a moan fell from her, Eisuke pushing his hardness against her in the trapped space.

“Your going to be punished that little act,” His lips found her neck, pressing delicate bites. The ping of the doors opened and he threw her over his shoulder, carrying her into the penthouse before throwing her down on the bed. She sat up on her knees, her pupils dilating at the solidness pressing fiercely under his trousers.

“Since you like having things in that pretty mouth of yours,” He smirks, unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor with his boxers, “Suck it baby,”. 

She didn’t need to be told twice, eagerly reaching forward and opening her mouth wide, the remaining coolness of the ice-lollie sharply coaxing over his member. Running her tongue, blue from the flavour, down and back up his length, a hand coming to pump his base as her tight mouth was filled with his length and thickness. A heavy groan fell from his mouth, fingers curling into her hair as he guided her into a hasty rhythm. The cold wetness of her tongue running over him, the tightness of her puckering lips, the hand working in synced timing made Eisuke throw his head back almost fearing his knees would buckle from the sensations. 

“That’s it baby…” He groaned, pushing her head down against him, the wet noises of her mouth working over his length was heavenly. With a deep breath, she pushed her mouth fully over him, the tip of her nose hitting his pubic bone as his thickness pressed against the back of her mouth. Fingers twitching as he clutched her hair from the unexpected motion, a few thrusts and a struggled groan as he came, the lust filled eyes of his lover peeking up behind the heavy set of eyelashes. A pleasing groan ripples against him as she swallowed the thick release, lapping against him until she had sucked him dry.

Releasing him with a wet pop, the tint of redness forming on her cheeks as she watched Eisuke breathlessly admiring her for a minute. 

“I never want to see you enjoying anything like that again unless it’s in this room,” He smirked, moving forward as he brushed a hand over her cheek. He made a mental note to remove all ice-lollies and anything else the others might try to get her to suck banned from the penthouse.

“Eisuke,” She purred, her eyes now hooded with lust, “Thank you for the delicious treat,”.

“But when does my punishment start?”.

Eisuke smirked, his hand moving down to re-hardening cock, “I hope you know what your asking for, open wide baby”.

The pair never returned to the rooftop with the others, the forgotten blue ice-lolly melting away into a puddle, just like the pooling wetness growing between her legs.

[rougepetale]

Drama llama! (Mamoru) (Soft NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder (Voltage Love 365)

Pairing: Mamoru Kishi x Reader

Warning: mentions of sex, but not smut

Note: this is for @hifftn​ and her Voltage trope bingo challenge. If you want to get into it, just DM her. :D

This is for jumping to conclusions causing Drama.... tried drama... turned out to be humor... yeah 

Heavy, ragged pants escaped from Mamoru’s lips. He had made vigorous love to you, and his body was paying dearly for it. Heart pounding, he couldn’t get enough breath, he was feeling old. But all the mattered was the satisfied look on your face. 

Collapsing beside your sweaty body he watched as you drifted off to sleep. He gently patted your head, “Such a kid, can’t even go for a second round.” This was the first time in a long time that the both of you had gotten a break. It had been nearly a month since you both had a chance to sit back and relax. And you both chose to fuck. Not necessarily a bad way to spend an evening. But, as he laid there, he thought how much you probably needed a vacation. 

He had been saving up vacation days, simply because he never needed them. He didn’t work hard enough to need a vacation. But as he watched your sleeping form, he decided that he was going to cash them in. 

Slipping from the warm bed, he unplugged his phone and went into the other room. Grabbing his tablet from the side of the couch he sat heavily upon its plush cushion, the tablet cradled on his lap. Cursing as the bright screen turned on and temporarily blinded him. 

For a moment he wondered if this was even worth it. 

Another tab opened and he researched where to go. Somewhere relaxing, somewhere where there was sun, maybe the beach. He could already imagine you in a skimpy bikini. Something only for his eyes. 

His hand already found his phone and was already dialing. “Uh, hi. I would like to book a vacation.” his voice was hushed so that he wouldn’t disturb you. 

You opened your eyes slowly, a pleasant ache throbbed between your legs. Your muscles clenched involuntarily. This was the first time in what seemed like forever that you had time with Mamoru. And damnit, you were ready to go again after your little snooze. A shiver ran up your spine as you pulled the blanket higher against your naked body. Blindly you felt behind you for your husband. “Mamo?”

Your fingers searched for his warmth, his body… anything. Finally your foggy mind cleared and you rolled over. Your husband was nowhere to be seen. Panic quickly raced through your body. Shooting up into a sitting position, you called his name, maybe he was in the bathroom? 

Listening for a reply, you heard your husband’s muffled voice. He must be in the family room. You pulled your bathrobe over your body and tiptoed to the room. 

“Yeah, I’m married.” you heard him talking, “Is that okay?” you could feel your blood boil,  “You’d do that for me?” Mamoru’s back was to you as he spoke to some person in a hushed tone. 

How dare he! “Who are you talking to!” you hissed, storming the room, Mamoru covered the phone and turned to you. A look of shock, he had hoped that you didn’t hear about the vacation.

“Uh, it’s Tomo from Sompo Insurance.” he replied, lying through his teeth, if he would have told you he was talking to a travel agent the surprise would have been ruined.

“Tomo from Sompo Insurance? At three in the morning?” you asked, incredulously. Storming to Mamoru you yanked the phone from his hand “Who is this?” you growled into the speaker, fully expecting to hear a sultry female voice on the other end.

“Uh, it’s Tomo… from Sompo Insurance.” Mamoru replied, sighing. He hated when you jumped to conclusions. Made it nearly impossible to surprise you.

“What are you wearing, Tomo from Sompo Insurance?” you asked, using an air quote around the “Tomo from Sompo Insurance”. 

“Uhh… khakis?” came the very male, masculine voice. If you were not half asleep and half mad at Mamoru, you would have paused. 

“She sounds hideous” you shot to Mamoru.

“Well, she’s a guy…” Mamoru sighed, taking a cigarette from a side table and lit it.He managed to dodge the airborne phone that was aimed at his head in time. 

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight!” you growled, slamming the door. 

Mamoru groaned and rubbed his face, “Sorry. As you were saying? You can upgrade us to first class?” 

____

Mamoru was fine with sleeping on the couch, he knew he had the ace up his sleeve. Besides, you were cute when you were angry. Damn, you were sometimes even cuter when you were angry. 

Eisuke was next to be called, and that didn’t take long. Eisuke complied with minimal complaints. Everything was falling into place, and you were none the wiser. 

He managed to keep everybody out of the loop, though he knew Eisuke would eventually blab and when they came back, Mamoru knew he’d be teased relentlessly. Probably to the point he’d need another break. 

____

Three days later Mamoru was waking you at four in the morning. Urgently, he shook your shoulders awake. “___, C’mon wake up.” 

You groaned, swatting him away, “Go away!” you growled, “Go sleep on the couch.” Mamoru chuckled, you were so damn cute. 

Not waiting for you to respond again he gathered your squirming body to his, “I gave you a chance.”

“MAMORU! YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS--MMPH” you were silenced by his mouth covering yours. His beard tickled your face. 

Finally after twenty seconds your body relaxed against his own, “Huh, thought you’d have a little more fight left in you.” he mused, “Though, it makes it easier to get you into the car.”

He got you into the car, blankets and all, he was surprised that you weren’t shrieking in his ear, probably because you were still asleep. “Where are we going?” you mumbled after some time, “I was sleeping you know.” 

“I know,” he kissed your head sweetly, “But I am not telling you.” with a pout on your lips, he shut the door on your face and didn’t look back. Instead he slid into the driver seat and took off to your unknown destination.  

Eventually you dozed off, after all it was nearly six in the morning. 

Your eyes snapped open when the car was in park. The hum of the private jet was something you were not used to. “Mamoru, what is going on?”

Mamoru chuckled, “Well, Eisuke had a hand in this.” he rubbed the back of his head, his tell. “I bought plane tickets but Eisuke insisted that we take one of his jets.” 

“I’m still lost.” you rubbed your face, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes. 

“That call, at three in the morning, we’re going on vacation for a week.” Mamoru finally couldn’t hold it back anymore, he delighted in the realization that dawned on your face. 

“Mamoru! What? Why” you struggled to bring words to your sleepy mind, “I dont-- I what?” 

He kissed you sweetly on the lips, “Surprise, we’re going on vacation” he reiterated, knowing that you were still wrapping your head around the idea. His hands came around you as he pulled you from the car, holding you steady, “I have a change of clothes for you in the jet.” 

“Mamo... why?” you asked, still dumbfounded.

“We’ve both been working hard. I just thought we needed a break for a little while.” 

He helped you into the jet and waited for you to come out. He knew you’d come out crying, begging for forgiveness. He just had to sit and wait patiently. 

Inside the bathroom, you couldn’t help smiling ear from ear. You shouldn’t have yelled at him. Inside the spare clothes was your favorite oversized sweatshirt, of Mamoru’s old sweatshirts that you had stolen and claimed for yourself. A smirk graced your lips, this was one way to make up for it. 

Mamoru was beginning to nod off when he felt your body against his, “I’m sorry Mamo” you whispered against his ear, your breath fanning over the side of his face. “Please forgive me?” His fingers grasped your body and eagerly roamed over your figure.He already could tell that you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, and no pants on. It didn’t take long for his fingers to find the hem of the sweatshirt. 

Grazing over naked skin, he paused and a lopsided grin bloomed over his features.

No panties. And he was almost sure you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. 

“Oh such a naughty girl.” he mused, “I think this is a good beginning to an apology.” 

You kissed him, nibbling on his lip, “Let me make it up to you.” you kissed around his face, eventually sucking the soft skin of his lobe into your mouth for a little nibble. He liked where this was going. He knew he wouldn’t be in the dog house for long.

“We have seventeen hours to make it up.”

You smirked, “Challenge accepted. Who needs a vacation when I have you.” 

[dealerlin]

If you're requests are open I'd love to see some angsty kbtbb, especially w eisuke. Sorry if it's vague I've never requested anything before. Hope you're having a good day :)

okay, i can’t figure out who this is. i’m debating on writing two options: unrequited love, where younger reader is crushing hard on eisuke but he can’t return her love because of both age and he’s just not into her like that. or traumatized reader who has a trauma response to maybe a fight, or something along those lines.

[firepurplestar]

On my Mind

Fandom:  Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing:  Eisuke X Reader

Warning: NSFW

Genre: Smut

Written by:  @firepurplestar

     She consumed every drifting thought Eisuke had. He couldn’t get her out of his head. When one day they were alone in his suite as she cleaned. Suddenly, some coffee was placed on his desk along with some chocolates. “ What’s this?” She smiled radiantly making the nerves crawl  in his stomach “ Just a little something I had with me today, and wanted to share.” She turned to leave and the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly. How was she able to make his heart melt with a piece of candy?

She went to leave but tripped over the rug falling forward. Eisuke stood up to catch her but he lost his balance and fell on top of her. They were face to face, so close they could see themselves in their eyes. They just stayed there looking at each other when Eisuke rubbed his nose against hers, and their breaths intermingled and he lowly  whispered in her ear  “ I can’t pretend anymore.” His hot lips pressed against hers. At first, she tensed but then she relaxed and her eyes fell shut. 

She put her fingers into his hair and pulled his head towards hers deepening the kiss. He took that as an invitation and pushed his tongue into her mouth, sliding his tongue against hers exploring her mouth. He threaded his fingers in her hair, as he continued to ravish her mouth. He pulled away from her leaving them both gasping for air “ Do you want this? Do you want me?” Eisuke asked her, and she didn’t know how to answer. She did want him she wanted him so bad, but she had kept those feelings hidden. He climbed off of her and helped her up. 

Eisuke waited for her to answer, but she said nothing “ I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He sat down, but she just watched him and was snapped out of her stunned stupor. She pulled the chair out and straddled him “ I do want you Eisuke, I have for a long time.” He smiled genuinely and pulled her ponytail out letting her hair fall to her shoulders. She began to unbutton her uniform slowly, and he watched hypnotized, and as she reached her last button. Eisuke slid the uniform off of her body revealing to him her soft skin, and blood started rushing to his cock. He kissed her again and brushed the smooth skin on her shoulder softly. He pushed down the straps of her bra. He continued to kiss her down her jaw and down her neck. He sunk his teeth into her skin sucking it in. Once he was done he ran a finger over the mark her left “ You are mine now _ _ _.” She kissed him and began to undress him revealing his adonis torso to her. She felt up his chest and back down over his abdominals. “mmm” He moaned softly as she continued to feel his skin.

He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and tossed it to the side. He looked at her perky breasts, and felt them softly with both hands until he squeezed them and pinched each of her pert nipples “ Mmnn” She moaned and he smiled “hmm... that must feel good. What if I do this?” He talked in a low voice making it deeper and more seductive. He leaned his head down and licked her nipple with the flat of his tongue then continued to circle her nipple with his warm wet tongue. She threw her head back “ Ahhh” He smiled wickedly. He was getting more turned on by the second, but he wanted to see how far he could take her before she was begging for his cock. 

He continued to lick and nip at her nipples as he felt down her soft skin until he paused at the waistband of her purple panties. He lifted his head to kiss her, and as he ran his finger down her clothed folds her breath hitched and he bit her bottom lip. “ Do you want more _ _ _? Or should we stop here?” He grinned as her eyes fell shut as he ran his finger up and down her folds “m-more, I want more.” He took her earlobe in his mouth and nibbled it, then whispered “Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He smiled as her hips began rolling against his fingers. “ I-I want you t-to touch me Eisuke.” He wanted to dive his fingers into her dripping wet heat. “ Good girl, now where do you want me to touch you.” He pinched her clothed clit “God! Mmm, I want you to touch my pussy.” He kissed her passionately while he slid his hand under the waistband of her panties. “ As you wish” He ran his fingers down her folds. “ ahh” she threw her head back while holding onto his shoulders. He pushed two of his fingers inside of her scissoring and curling. “ You are so wet. Do you get this wet for anybody or just me hm?” As he continued pumping his fingers in and out of her core he took his thumb and began rubbing her clit “ Oh my God Eisuke! I’m getting so close.” He licked up her belly “ No not yet” He removed his fingers, and sucked them “ I want to taste more of you” She wanted to rip his pants off and ride him to ecstasy, but he had this hold over her that she was unable to pinpoint. He lifted her and wrapped her legs around his hips. He shoved all the papers off of his desk as he laid her down. As soon as she was laying down his hands were removing her panties and he was on his knees spreading her legs apart. He took the flat of his tongue and licked up and then down her clit. “Eis-uke! God” He smiled, and took her clit in his mouth and sucked “ Ohhh!” He wanted to take her to heaven. He pushed his tongue into her heat thrusting it in and out, with his nose putting just the right amount of pressure on her clit. 

Her legs started to tremble, and her moans increased in frequency until she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair. He took his tongue out and replaced it with his fingers and began to lick up and down her clit until he could feel her walls contracting. He pulled his face away as she loosened her grip on his hair. He started to unbuckle his belt, but she put her hand on his to stop him and looked into his deep eyes. “Let me” and his hands dropped to his sides. She proceeded to unbuckle his belt while keeping eye contact with him.

His anticipation of what she was about to do made his cock throb. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants letting them fall to his ankles. He shuffled his shirt off and kicked off his shoes while stepping out of his pants and ripping his dress socks off. He stood in front of her, with his chest rising and falling rapidly. She smiled seductively, and his heart jumped in his throat. That was a look she had never given him, she gently hooked her fingers in his waistband and softly kissed from just above his navel, going down his happy trail until she pulled his boxer briefs down. 

He hissed in relief as his erection was freed from its constraints. She gripped his hips and pulled him closer to her. She licked the underside of his shaft running over the pulsing vein and kissing his tip. She looked at him as she licked in circular motions around his tip. He closed his eyes as she slightly took the tip in her mouth just to tease it with her tongue again. When he opened his eyes his pupils were blown, and he was growing impatient. He threaded his hands through her hair. He pushed her head down slightly “ Patience Eisuke it’ll be worth the wait I promise. I'm going to give you so much pleasure that you'll be coming down my throat in no time.” Heat spread to his cheeks, “When did you get such a dirty mouth?” She looked up at him “ maybe we should put that mouth of yours to work.” She kissed the tip again and took his length into her mouth. She started sucking vigorously while moving her tongue around him “ mmmm _ _ _” She took her hand and twisted and stroked at the part of him that she couldn’t fit into her mouth. 

She started sucking and licking up and down his shaft over and over. He grabbed her hair tighter, and as she sucked she felt his cock twitch and she bobbed her head a couple more times before he shot his warm sticky essence on her tongue, and grunted loudly. She made a show of swallowing. “ You didn’t have to swallow.” She smiled sweetly. “ I wanted to Eisuke.” He bent down and kissed her, tasting himself on her turned him on. he laid her down and wrapped her left leg around his waist while he hovered over her. He entered her with a powerful thrust, and they both moaned at the feeling. She moved her hips in sync with his thrusts. The squelching sound of their arousals were heard as well as the sound of skin hitting against skin. He played with her breast as he dove in her over and over again earning a scream every time he rubbed against her sweet spot. 

He was slowly driving her over the edge, and she couldn’t contain herself anymore so she bit into his neck hard leaving a large bite mark. “Jesus woman, I didn’t know there was such a beast living inside of you.” He kissed her sloppily, and he brought his hand down between their bodies to rub at her clit. He bit her bottom lip as he released her lips then he lowered his voice “ I want to see you lose control. Give in to the pleasure I’m giving you.” She closed her eyes, and as he thrust he simultaneously rubbed her clit. He hoped she would come soon because he was about to reach his climax. Her legs started trembling and she reached up and clung to his back leaving scratch marks over his shoulders. “Eisuke, I’m going to come so hard!” He gave her a satisfied smile “ Good” Suddenly, she stopped rocking and dug her nails into his skin “ Argh” She felt her body heat up from her toes to her head, and her vision went white as the pleasure washed over her. 

Eisuke felt her clench around him, and he stood up lifting her hips and pounding into her as he chased his own orgasm. Until his cock twitched and he pulled out suddenly leaving a stream of his seed of her stomach. He caught his breath and wiped her clean with a tissue that was sitting on the side of his desk. He kissed her forehead, as she started to sit up. The stench of sex was heavy in the air, and _ _ _ looked at Eisuke innocently. “ I’m not one to do this sort of thing” Eisuke smiled, and traced the love bite he gave her. “ You’re mine now, we’ve left our mark on each other.” She looked at his neck and touched the bite mark on his neck “ I’m sorry” He chuckled “ I don’t mind. It shows how much I gave you today.” He turned around to grab his underwear, and she noticed the scratch marks on his back. “There too!” He looked at her wide eyes “ Look, it’s okay. It felt good right?” She nodded her head “Then that’s all that matters, I did my job.” He rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. “ I’m not done with you today, so be prepared.” He kissed her deeply sealing his promise. 

[elaera23]

A Messy Surprise - Part 2 (NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Character: Mamoru x Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ (Contains Squirting)

Summary: MC has a secret crush on Mamoru and Baba wants to set both of them up so they finally take the next step.

Catch up with Part 1 before you continue 😄

BAM!

Not looking where he is going Mamoru runs someone over in the corridor in front of his office.

“Damn, sorry! I wasn’t expecting someone-“ His eyes go wide in surprise. “___ what the hell are ya doin’ here?!”

“I could ask you the same question, someone has his head in the clouds, huh?”

Still rubbing my elbow which I’ve hit on the hard floor I fix my disheveled dress. Mamoru knocked me off my high heels and I landed on my butt.

“Geez, kid. What are ya standin’ in front of my office anyway? Ain’t you goin’ to your date with Ayase?”

“I was looking for him but he didn’t show up… I was just about to call him when you ran me over.” I try to get up as Mamoru holds out his hand.

“Oh, are you pulling off the gentleman now, Detective Kishi?” I tease him as I gratefully take his hand. Just as I put my feet on the ground I feel a pain down in my ankle.

“Argh, damn!”

“What is it? Did I hurt ya somehow?” he asks me now with a worried look.

“I think I slightly twisted my ankle when I lost the balance in those damn shoes.” I hold my other leg towards him where I’m still wearing the stiletto.

“They suit you, kid. Lets you look like an actually lady with that nice dress of yours.” Before I can retort something he crouches down and lifts me up in his arms.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

“Tryin’ to help, stupid. Now don’t wiggle ‘round and let me bring ya to my office so I can check your ankle.”

I catch myself blushing as I’m pressed against his firm chest, that pleasant scent of his wavering over to me. He places me on a free spot on his desk and kneels in front of me so he can inspect my ankle. Realizing what he is able to see from that position I quickly straighten my dress. “No peeping, Mister Kishi!”

Throwing me an offended look he replies “I ain’t the pervy thief, kid. One wouldn’t think he is older than me by the way he acts ‘round women.”

“Oh, and you do?” I challenge him.

Unbuckling my stiletto a smirk appears on his face. “Just ‘cause I ain’t braggin’ round like Baba doesn’t mean I didn’t have my fair share of women too, sweetheart.”

Mamoru a womanizer? Well that is a surprise. Thought he is really handsome and he can be quite a sweet talker too if he wants to…

“So you mess around without the others knowing? What a bad boy you are, Detective Kishi.” I chuckle as I answer him.

“Pffh. They ain’t have to know everthin’ ‘bout me, ya know.”

“Sounds like you are seeing someone right now.” Of course I try to sound carefree but inside me there is a storm raging, as my heart hopes that his answer will be ‘no’.

He fidgets around with my stiletto which he is still holding in his hands. The mood changes and there seems to be a tension in the air which wasn’t there before.  “There is someone but it’s kinda complicated.” he mumbles more to himself then to me.

Is he talking about me? Nah, that can’t be. I gulp twice and look at the man I have fallen for, kneeling in front of me. 

“Talkin’ bout datin’, why the hell are you seeing Ayase for god’s sake?” He asks me in an incredulous tone and I look at him in surprise. His brow is furrowed and there is kind of a disgusted look on his features.

I am so surprised by his question that I don’t even give it another thought on how he phrased it. “Are you…. Are you jealous of Ayase, Mamoru?

He snorts as he hears my question. “Me? Jealous of Ayase? As if he could be a threat.” Head-shaking he takes a closer look at my foot while I eye him quizzically.

Well that was a strange answer. If he says ‘threat’ it seems that there is more than he wants to admit right now. Let’s see what I can get out of him. I mean… I could pretend that my ‘date’ with Ayase tonight is more than just about the Mission Mamoru wants me to participate it. I smirk as my brain starts making plans on how I can get the information I want from Mamoru.

“I mean for the mission I would just need to ‘pretend’ to be his girlfriend, but I actually feel a special connection with Ayase.”

A boisterous laugh lets Mamoru’s chest tremble as he listens to me talking. “You? A special connection with Ayase? You are jokin’ kid. Bad enough that he is a stubborn git, chasing that stupid thief as if his life depends on it. And the way he always creeps around you, I ain’t a fan of it.”

“Oh, you mean when he is being a gentlemen, giving me flowers, making me compliments, and actually treating me like a la- OUCH!” A bolt of pain rushes through my ankle and I throw Mamoru a taunting glare. “What the hell, Mamoru! Can’t you be a little more gentle?!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I need to check if ya havin’ any serious injuries.” He answers nonchalantly as he continues to inspect my foot.

“Well if you keep treating my ankle like this, I will have!”

Grumbling I cross my arms as I throw him an angry look. “Ayase would have been way gentler checking out my- OUCH!”

My jaw drops as I look at him incredulously. “Seriously, Mamoru?”

“Dammit, so sorry. kid.” He replies not sounding sorry at all.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

“Nah, I just couldn’t listen to you babbling about damn Ayase anymore” Mamoru grimaces as he speaks out his colleagues name before his head moves up and our eyes meet. “You deserve better, kid.”

Mamoru looking now strangely serious catches me off-guard and my eyebrows rise in astonishment. “Oh, you mean a great man like yourself, Mister Kishi? I couldn’t hold back my sarcastic tone at the last two words.

Suddenly blushing he lowers his head “I know I ain’t as cheesy as Baba or as rich as Eisuke, but I’d take good care of my girl.” He harrumphs, “… and I actually hoped this girl might be you.”

My heart starts to race as I hear those words and the heat which I felt as he was carrying me into his office, burns up again inside me. This is where I realize that he has let go of my ankle, his features lowered so I’m just able to see Mamo’s messy dark hair.

My hand reaches down for his cheek, guiding his head up so I can look him in the eyes. My thumb slowly caresses the heated skin of his face - he was clearly embarrassed – but I just tilt my head and tenderly smile at him.

“I’d love to be your girl, if you truly want me.” I sheepishly reply.

“Stupid question.” That’s all he answers before he gets up, his strong hands cupping my face as his lips seal mine in a passionate kiss.  

My body temperature skyrockets when I finally get to taste the man I’m craving for so long. His lips are soft and he doesn’t even smell like cigarettes, but my mind is too busy with other stuff to think about that fact much longer. We kiss over and over as we change the angle and I open my mouth so we can lose each other in a passionate fight of lips, teeth and tongues.

While one hand disappears in my hair his other roams along my back, pushing me closer to him so my legs straddle his hips. His lust is already noticeable and I have to hold back to not just rip those trousers off his body. As I playfully bite his bottom lip he lets out a groan.

He pulls back and we both gasp for air, licking our lips where the taste of the other one is still lingering.

“Dammit, woman…. You truly know how to drive a guy crazy. But I need to make sure your ankle is alright.”

Still completely blown away by the kisses we shared and the sexual tension which has built up between us, I simply nod.

Mamoru knees down in front of me again, his manly hands gliding down my calf. He turns my foot a few times into different directions asking me if it hurts. While my heart is beating like crazy in my chest and I close my eyes to gather myself as Mamoru continues to check my foot.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He breaks through my thoughts and I take a last deep breath before I open my eyes and smile at him.

“I couldn’t feel better.”

Mamo just smiles wrily at me and starts massaging the muscles around my ankle.

“Mhh… yes that feels really good.... I didn’t know you were so skilled with your fingers, Mamoru…” Realizing what I just implied I look down with wide eyes and see Mamo with a sexy smirk watching every one of my moves.

“You would be surprised what else they are capable of.”

His words send a flood of endorphins through my system which lets my crotch throb in need and in the end my bold side gets the better of me.

“Oh-oh…. Big words Mister Kishi, not sure if I’m fully convinced of your ‘talents’… maybe you need to give me another taste of them?” I reply in an innocent tone, throwing the man I want so badly a seductive smile.

“Hm… such a demanding little thing you are tonight. But as I’m in a generous mood I’ll fulfill your wish, milady.” His warm hands start to glide up my legs as he places the first kiss on my calf. I sigh as he continues and I feel him smirking while he travels along my skin, letting my desire for him just grow with every touch of his lips until he reaches the seam of my dress.

He carefully lifts it up and his head disappears under the soft material as he works his way up to my underwear. Slightly spreading my legs I give him better access to my clearly visible arousal and I feel his breath graze the delicate material.

“Damn, sweetheart…. you feel amazing….” His voice is muffled because of the dress and I catch myself grinning at his words. His nose continues moving along my inner thighs, still leaving kisses all over my exposed skin and I let my head fall back in pleasure. Just before he reaches my sweet spot Mamoru suddenly stops, leaving me there in throbbing need.

I let out a frustrated groan and lift my head in surprise as he still doesn’t seem to continue. Looking down I see him appear from under the rose colored fabric, grinning at me.

“As much as I want to taste you, I want to be able to look at your beautiful face when I touch you the first time.” He stands up and comes closer, locking eyes with me before his thumb glides over my cheek and his face draws closer again.

“Sweetheart, you look breathtakin’ today.” He whispers into my ear as his palm caresses the side of my arm.

As I get swept away by his kisses the delicate fabric of my lacy underwear carefully gets moved aside by his other hand and his digits start to caress my swollen lips.

My skin erupts in goosebumps and another moan fills the room as he starts trailing up and down my wetness while his lips take care of my shoulders which are free of fabric.

“You smell sooo good….“ Mamoru takes a deep breath while leaving light kisses on my neck.

His hand leaves my throbbing crotch and I groan out as they find their way back to the seam of my dress. Leaning forward I take in his scent again and my delicate fingers start to roam over his broad chest, slowly opening one button after the other of his wrinkled shirt.

For a moment he pulls back and loosens his tie so I can finally free him of his shirt and get a perfect view at his toned body. I have never seen him naked and I’m more then surprised what I find under his normally disheveled clothes.

Where the hell does he get those abs from?! It’s not like he would move more than absolutely necessary… That’s just one of the thoughts that crosses my mind when I let my fingertips run over his mostly smooth skin. He does have some hair on his upper chest but way more interesting is the small trail of dark hair which leads into his pants. Unconsciously I bite my lip and with a smirk I let my fingertips slowly travel down the hairline until I graze the seam of his shorts.

“Your scent is surprisingly pleasant too when it doesn’t smell like an ashtray.”

“Mhh… glad you noticed.” He smirks as his hands move to the back of my dress. Unbuttoning it the upper part falls down and leaves me sitting there in my strapless rose colored bra. Mamoru pulls back so he can take in what is presented in front of him right now. His pupils widen and I can see how the lust takes over his senses.

“You have no idea whaddya doin’ to  me, woman. I even quit smokin’ cuz of ya.” He whispers while he leans in again to steal a passionate kiss from me, his fingers running over my bare back.

I pull back and eye him carefully. “What, really? That’s… surprising.”

A blush blooms on his face and he bashfully looks down. “I like ya, kid. And I saw how much the smoking bothers you, so I did some hypnosis to get rid of that nasty habit.”

“Awww really? God, Mamoru that’s so sweet of you!” I cup his face and his eyes widen in surprise as kiss him fiercely.  

“Don’t call me sweet again.” he grumbles after our lips part again. “Especially when I’m standin’ half naked in front of ya.”

“Fine, then I’ll move my attention to other... parts of you.” My mood switches from playful to sensual in an instant and I move my hand down to the huge bulge which is now clearly visible through his grey pants. Gazing at him seductively he lets out a groan as I start to move along his hard manhood. “There truly seems to be a lot to have fun with.” I let out a dark chuckle and he grins back at me wickedly.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.” That’s all I need to give myself the last push. My hands eagerly reach out for the button of his trousers. They fall down and pool around his ankles and he takes a step back to kick them away with his foot, throwing me a sexy smirk.

In one slow motion I glide down from the desk and my dress slides down my body, leaving me just in my lingerie. Thought I’m still slightly limping I push him back to the couch which is standing on the other side of the room. His knees give away as we reach the sofa and he falls onto the cool leather.

Getting on top of him I straddle his hips and position myself on his bulge which is already pushing hard against the stretchy fabric of his shorts. Biting my lower lip my pelvis starts to move a long his hardness rewarding me with a sexy groan from him.

His strong hands find their way up to my exposed hips, grabbing them hard as we move in a steady rhythm along his dick. Now it is my turn to let out a groan, the pain from his hard grip mingled with the amazing feeling of his arousal between my legs sends me right to the next level. A loud moan fills the air, my muscles clench and I the knot that has built up inside me the past few minutes gets released. The feeling is so freeing that I let myself fall so the lust erases every thought that might have crossed my mind in that moment. In a tiny corner of my consciousness I do notice how the thin panties I’m wearing are soaked now, but I honestly don’t give a shit. I want more.

“Fuck… Mamo…” My head has fallen back in pleasure while my hands forcefully grab onto his chest.

“Woah, babe… I didn’t know you are this needy for my touch.” He smirks at me. “Did you already cum?”

“Haha…. not really, my dear. Actually I’m just getting started.” I reply with a grin. “Hope you are prepared.”

“As if anything could’ve prepared me for ya.” He smirks at me I watch how one of Mamo’s hands finds his way between my legs, pushing the drenched fabric aside as his digits move back and forth along my swollen folds.

“Ugh….. shit…” My mind goes blank as I get to feel his fingers on my throbbing womanhood once more. I push my hips into his touch and add with a throaty voice “This will get really messy if you continue touching me that way.”

“You must know-“ he leans forward to caress my cleavage with his lips, “-I love messy.” In that moment his fingers pick up a quicker pace. He moves from my clit down my drenched folds and up again, giving me exactly the friction I need to reach my next peak.

“Ok, mhhh…. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you… ngh…” My lips form a silent ‘O’ as my second gush now also ruins his boxers.

“Fuck, ___ , if this ain’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, I dunno… So gimme more of those lovely sounds and let’s ruin this damn sofa together.” I chuckle and he bites his lip before he continues.

“C’mon sweetheart, show me how much you want me-“ he strokes my folds painfully slow, “-on and especially in your body.” He grins mischievously as his long digits push right into my hot core, eliciting a loud gasp from me.

Beckoning them in his direction I moan out in pleasure, my eyes shut as my hands forcefully grab his shoulders. As if I still would need to be called over… I’m already all his, I think to myself as I catch myself grinning.

“Shit, Mamo… nnngh…. work your magic on me,” I press out between clenched teeth while I dig my nails hard into his flesh.

“Damn, sweetheart, you have no idea how long I was imagining doing this… and so much more.”

“My body is ready, Dete-” My smirk quickly fades and I stop mid-sentence as he flexes his fingers inside me, directly hitting my sweet spot and releasing another stream of liquid lust into his crotch. Thought my head feels dizzy I haven’t forgotten about him and I reach down to give him some attention back. I get a catch of the waistband of his shorts, giving it a pull to finally free his rock hard dick from its drenched confines.

Geez, who would have guessed Mamoru is so well equipped.

“Whaddya grinnin’, kid – Like what ya see?” His fingers move out of me, pushing the fabric of his shorts further down to give himself more room. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing and I’m mesmerized for a moment. You have no idea how badly I want you.

“Mhh…. More than like, my dear. What ‘bout you?” I lift an eyebrow as I playfully smile at him.

“To much fabric for my taste.” His right arm moves around my body to my bra while the other one glides up my thigh further to my waist. With one smooth move he opens the bra hook and it falls into his lap.

I gaze at him in surprise. “How did you-?“

“A slacker needs to know how to get undressed quickly.”

I giggle and slowly lean forward so I can kiss the side of his neck, which he willingly puts aside to give me a better access. As my core is screaming for attention I let his cock slide along my swollen folds while my lips travel along his ear.

“Fuck… this feels amazing.” He grunts as my pelvis moves forth and back, up and down his manhood. “Who would’ve thought you are such naughty little thing,” he grins, “-not that I wouldn’t have hoped for it.”

His hands move to my back, as he forcefully grabs my ass and pushes me onto his hard dick which is pressed against his lower belly. Gasping for air I try to swallow down my need which his move has prompted.

“Just because I’m a maid doesn’t mean I don’t like it dirty in certain… fields,” I manage to whisper to him in a seductive tone. Now it’s his turn to chuckle while I continue to devour the sensitive skin below his ear, playfully biting into his warm flesh as my fingers trail through his messy hair. Sliding up and down his manhood I realize that I won’t be able to hold back for much longer, so I’ll go with one last tease.

My lips leaving his neck and my folds moving away from his crotch I sit up on his lap and look at him with an innocent expression. “Do you still want me?”

“Sometimes you truly are a kid, ____” Mamoru grins at me.

Without me noticing he had positioned his cock right below my drenched pussy and with one pull he burrows him deep inside me, filling me up completely. With my mouth wide open, my brow furrows and I fall forward.

“Mamoru!”

“Goddammit… you are so tight, babe…” he grunts as I regain my senses and we start to move in a steady rhythm with each other. One hand finds my nipple while the other draws circles around my clit and I feel the knot in my lower belly tightening again as he continues to fuck me from below, my hips moving in sync with his thrusts. His breaths are going heavy and his expression is lust driven as he maneuvers me right into my next height.

“Fuck…” We both cuss simultaneously as he grabs my hips and pushes me down hard, his cock hitting all the right spots inside me. He groans out loud and I swear, those sounds are everything I need to send me right over the next edge. With my lips parted and eyes shut the knot goes undone and I feel how the small space between us gets drenched once more.

Mamoru pulls me to him so our bodies are flush and his tongue begins to devour my nipple while his fingers scrape along my lower back.

“So babe, I guess there is still something which can top those liquid explosions you had so far, huh?” I silently nod and unconsciously bite my lower lip as he looks at me from below. Satisfied with my answer his lips travel along my torso leaving small hickeys all over my sweaty skin. “Then let us both reach it together.”

His words send another wave of excitement through my body and I feel how my muscles tense around his cock. Just imagining Mamoru unleash his primeval side as he comes undone inside me brings me a huge step closer to my own orgasm. I will make him cum so hard he will forget about everything else.

Increasing the speed he supports my moves while he pushes and pulls my hips along his cock. My nails dig deep into his flesh and leave red marks all over his back as we fuck each other harder, deeper, faster. His grunts and groans paired with the raw expression of sexual pleasure which is written all over his features make me cry out louder.

“Jesus, fuck me, Mamo!” A wish which he just too willingly fulfills. His brow furrows as we continue to relentlessly drive us towards the edge. Our moves start to get sloppy and I feel how his grip gets harder around my hips while my muscles start to tense, too. Reading my expression his fingers find their way back to my clit and just the mere touch lets my nerves explode and I finally reach my ultimate climax. Wave after wave a flood of liquid is spilled into his lap as my muscles clench hard around his cock and with one last trust Mamoru comes too, and I milk his dick for every drop of cum. Groaning and cussing his head falls back while his hips still push in and out a few more times as we both ride out our orgasms.

My body relaxes and I fall onto him, our bodies shimmering of sweat. Resting my head in the nape of his neck his forehead is leaned against my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath after this mind blowing orgasm.

I sit up and give him a kiss as I gently smile at him.

Mamoru gazes at me with a dreamy expression as he speaks up with in a raspy voice. “You look beautiful, ____ .”

“Repeat that again when you are not under the spell of your afterglow,” I mock him playfully while our muscles are still contracting because of our strong orgasm.

“Well then you gonna need to be patient, cuz I ain’t done with ya for tonight.” he replies before he steals another kiss from me.

“Big words, Detective Kishi. I think I need more proof for such a bold statement.”

“Oh I will interrogate your body thoroughly and I’m sure to present you some ‘hard facts’ in return, sweetheart.” He grins at me as he cups my cheeks as he kisses me passionately and we lose each other again in the pleasure.

He kept his word, his interrogation was literally very…. in-depth.

Meanwhile the phone in Mamoru’s jacket vibrates as he receives a text from Baba: “Oh btw, Ayase never asked her out so don’t worry about him. Have fun you two ;)”

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I did writing it 😅 (yes I had A LOT OF FUN if you know what I mean 😈😂)

Tagging: @iluvsexyvoltageguys (I know you wanted to read the squirting story 😜) @rougepetale @hifftn @jovanna-shewolf @voltage-my2dlove

[rougepetale]

You are mine (Eisuke) (NSFW)

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder (Love 365)

Pairing: Eisuke x Reader

Warning: Jealousy, smut, 18+

Note: this is a request by @immortalsonfire 

Eisuke sat in his chair, a scowl nearly permanent on his face. You were talking to your ex, you had run into him as he checked into the hotel. You and your ex broke off because you both realized that you were no good for each other.

Eisuke didn’t know about this ex, be believed that you were new to dating.

“So, Yusuke” Eisuke said, sitting forward. He studied the man, he was a little taller than Eisuke and he had a perfect nose and cheekbones, his teeth were sparkly white and his aura was pure, Eisuke did not sense any ill intention from him. He could see how women would swoon and fall before this man. His smile was dazzling and he seemed sincerely a nice guy.

Eisuke hated him.

“You work where again?”

Yusuke smiled, too dazzling bright, “I work as a manager at a retail store.”

You watched Eisuke, you could tell that he was hiding his irritation behind a mask of indifference. You could your heart beating in your ears.

“Eisuke, I believe it’s time we have to go” you said, making something up.

His eyes glanced to yours, a smirk on his lips, “Why?” he could sense your discomfort and reveled in it, he knew exactly how to make a checkmate. And he loved making you squirm. And seeing you squirm now had made him turned on. He had to find a way to make you writhe more.

“We have an appointment that we will be late for” you were hoping that Eisuke would pick up on your uncomfortableness.

“Oh the appointment” Eisuke said, nodding his head, “Yes, I cancelled that appointment.” Checkmate. He say the color drain from your face, your feeble attempt at getting out of this was ruined, and he smirked.

He destroyed your bluff in a moment, “Oh, well… okay” you replied dumbly, you couldn’t try again because then Yusuke would be tipped off to your discomfort. Of course Eisuke picked up on your discomfort and made sure that you were even worse off.

So the three of you ‘enjoyed’ an afternoon lunch, you served the men, trying to keep out of the limelight as much as possible. You were stressing when Eisuke talked with him, despite your ex being absolutely gorgeous he was not the brightest bulb and Eisuke realized that quite quickly and he loved talking above his intelligence.

Eisuke however hated that you were around your ex and would tend to his every need. You were His for a reason, nobody else could have you except for him, “Yusuke, as much I would love to talk longer, ____ did remind me that I do have an appointment in a little while”

Yusuke smiled as he stood and shook hands with Eisuke at the end, “I enjoyed talking with you, I hope we can talk again”

Eisuke nodded, shook hands with your ex and agreed to talk again with him.

Your ex turned to you and smiled, for a second his smile blew you away. He was always the one to smile first, he was so personable. He was completely different from Eisuke.

When Yusuke left, Eisuke pinned you against the door. A dangerous smirk on his face.

“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked, his hand caressed your cheek.

You saw the dangerous glint in his eyes, “What do you mean Eisuke?” you squeak out.

“You liked taunting me, ignoring me and tending to your EX” Eisuke asked, he came close to you and pinned you to the door, Eisuke then bit hard on your neck, making you whimper for more. “But I’m sure that he didn’t make you feel like I do.”

He continued to bite your neck and soothing the angry skin with his tongue. Your legs were quickly becoming weak and your mind fuzzy. “Eisuke” you whine out.

“Say my name again, pet” he growled. His hands ripped your blouse apart strewing the buttons around the room. “Moan my name loud, let your EX know who owns you”

You grabbed Eisuke’s hair and pulled his lips to yours, you kissed him hungrily as you took control for a moment. You hooked your leg around Eisuke’s own leg as you pulled him impossibly close. You could already feel him getting hard beneath you. “Eisuke! Eisuke, please” you whined for his touch.

He pulled your other leg ups so that you were clinging to him. He thrust against you, pushing you hard against the door making it shudder. You loved when he possessed you so hard. You kissed him just as fervently as he was kissing you.

“Tell me how you feel ___” Eisuke said, he was busy removing your pants from your body and shoving your panties to the side. It was not lost on him how soaked your panties already were. “So wet” he mumbled. His fingers delved into your folds and spread your lips wide, allowing a third finger to enter. “I bet your ex was not able to get you this wet”

He pulled his finger from your fold to show you your juices glistening on his fingers. He shoved his fingers into your mouth, having you taste yourself. “Clean my fingers. Don’t you dare let my fingers leave your mouth dirty.”

You nodded your head fervently as your tongue curled around his digits, you moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth. He watched with a wicked smile, he loved how receptive to his advances you were. “Good girl”

His fingers left your mouth with a small ‘Pop’ he smirked as he then worked his clothes off of himself. He hardly ever allowed you to remove them yourself because his suits were expensive. You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, it was an amazing strip show just for you.

“You enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked, he watched your face as it darkened with lust, “You dirty girl”

“Please, punish me” you gasped, your fingers finding your pussy and rubbed fervently, trying to relieve the growing need.

Eisuke smirked, loving the view of your legs quivering and your fingers between your thighs. He pulled your fingers from your body and licked them this time, “You taste delicious” He then seized your hair and pulled your face close to his, “I can’t wait to have more”

He pulled you to the bedroom, the pain mixed with pleasure had you whining already for more. When you fell to the bed your hand braced against the mattress, your ass presenting to him. Eisuke came behind you and caressed your ass. Ripe for the spanking. First things first.

Your panties were in the way.

He grabbed the fabric and ripped them clean from your body with a loud RIP! You gasped, those were your favorite pair. “EISUKE!” you protested. His hand came down hard on your ass. Making your legs buckle. He easily rid you of your bra next letting your breasts free. He loved your entire body, especially when he left his mark.

“That will shut you up” he said, a smirk graced his perfectly handsome features. His hands spread your cheeks, giving him a beautiful view of your dripping and swollen folds. “I promise by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t know what day it is” he promised a he whispered into your ear.

You groaned out, your whole body shivering. “Please Eisuke”

He flipped you over, having you face him. He wrapped your legs around his hips and penetrated you so deep your womb accepted him easily. “EISUKE!” You cried out, your arms flew up to grasp as his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin, nearly breaking the skin.

He loved when you lost control of your own body, your nails felt so nice when they gripped harder into his skin, he was sure to see scratches in the morning. “My good girl” he praised. He continued to thrust into your delicious body.  Every gasp and call for a deity drove him wild. He knew you were getting closer as your gasps were increasing.

“I bet your ex never made you cry like this” he said, a smirk on his lips as he bit down on your neck again, having your hips thrash wildly. He knew your sensitive spot on your neck that would make you whine for more. He traveled down to your breast. Nipping at your skin the entire way down. He took your left breast into his mouth and coaxed the sensitive skin forward into a tight nub. “Your entire existence reacts to me, your ex could never own your body like I do. Only I can own you”

Your legs pulled him closer to you, having him thrust harder into you, “Eisuke! Fuck!” you cried out, he leaned his weight angst your body, pinning you to the bed, unable to move much. “Fuck me!” you whined, trying desperately to thrust your hips up, to feel more of him.

His fingers found your folds between your bodies and rubbed your sensitive clit, making you whine for more. “Cum for me pet” he commanded. Coupled with his thrusts and his fingers you came undone in a matter of seconds. Exploding, you hit your high quickly and caused stars to swim in your head.

Your body thrashed hard as your body spasmed around his cock. Eisuke held back as best as he could. Waiting for your orgasm to finish.

The waves of ecstasy began to subside when he pushed your legs to the side so that you were laying on your side. He pushed harder into you. You bit your lip to stop your cries. He gripped your lips, “Don’t suppress your moans.” He commanded. “Let everybody hear you.”

You gasped as he hit your sensitive bundle of nerves, “OH GOD! EISUKE!” you screamed. Gripping the sheets. He smirked, loving your cries.

“Cum” he growled, “I will shatter your world!” His thrusts were animalistic and dangerously teetered on painful and pleasurable. You were pushed over the edge again when Eisuke unexpectedly orgasmed. His grunts and growls were like heaven to you.

You shuddered around his body as he continued to snap his hips forward, eager to empty himself completely inside your womb.

You whined as you felt yourself being completely filled. Your body spasamed a few more times as the last few waves of pleasure coursed through your body.

Eventually Eisuke pulled out, you already felt so empty without him. He pulled you close to his body and you snuggled into his side, enjoying the warmth he gave off.

“We broke up years ago. You’re the only one for me” you whispered. letting his hand drape of your breast as his fingers rubbed the soft skin.

“You are mine, I love you more than he ever will.”

“I know, I know. I love you too” 

[elaera23]

A Messy Surprise - Part 1

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Character: Mamoru x Reader

Contains: Humor / Fluff

Summary: MC has a secret crush on Mamoru and Baba wants to set both of them up so they finally take the next step. No smut here, but you’ll get rewarded in the 2nd part 😉

I'm still not sure why I’m the right choice for this assignment.

“Why would Ayase ask for me? We barely know each other,” I ask Baba not too long ago.

“Mamo himself recommended you to Ayase.”

My eyebrows rise in surprise as I look at him. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’m serious. I think originally Mamo wanted to ask you himself but he got called off to another undercover mission which he couldn’t decline. So Ayase took over and chose you after Mamo’s recommendation. I mean you are probably the only woman Mamo trusts enough of being capable to go on this mission anyway. Not that there were any other women he would even consider talking to.” Baba chuckles.

“What does that mean, Baba?!”

Without any further explanation and with a wink he gives me a last encouraging pat on the head and leads me into the cab which will bring me to the police station.

Still thinking about Baba’s words I start to feel uneasy about this whole thing. Am I actually that special to Mamoru? I mean, he isn’t wrong, I really am the only woman Mamoru even looks at. He mostly is a grumpy slacker but when it comes to me, his attitude changes. When the other Bidders are around he doesn't tease or insult me the way they do from time to time (even if they don't mean it). And in the rare moments where we are actually alone, he shows me a different, nicer side of his. He even manages to say “please” and “thank you” when he asks me for a drink. “You are the best, kid,” he then replies with a wry smile.

I don't know what it is, but this old slacker kinda found a way into my heart. His laziness and the way he always calls me “kid” gets on my nerves from time to time, but out of all Bidders he was the one I could relate the most to, living in a normal apartment, working in a normal job and be happy with a cup of soba and a drink when he comes home after a busy day.

Up until  now I have just talked with Chisato about the secret crush I have on our VIP guest. I think back to the conversation we just had yesterday.

“You need to tell him,” she recommends for like the 50th time since we first spoke about him.

“I can't and you know that.” A deep sigh escapes my lips and I let my head hang down in frustration. “He is a guest and I'm just his maid. He probably doesn't even see me as a woman, the way he always calls me kid and makes fun of me when I get excited about something.”

“Did he ever say or do something that gave you a clue about his feelings?” Chisato asks me with a thoughtful look.

“Well once there was this situation....”

My mind moves back to said day. We are alone in the penthouse as Eisuke and Soryu are at some business meeting, Ota is in his studio working on the new exhibition items and Baba somewhere in Europe looking for a special necklace he wants to sell at the next auction. Mamoru is still regularly coming by even though the others aren't around.

“Here I can take a nap without bein’ disturbed,” he explains as I look at him with raised eyebrows. “And it smells way better than my apartment,” he adds with a grin which makes me giggle.

“Well if you'd take better care of your home, it wouldn't be so smelly,” I reply with a teasing smile.

“It's not as if anyone would care in what state my apartment is,” he answers in a tone which should sound careless, but I sense that there is more behind it.

Was he actually not joking around for a change? I look at him with a thoughtful expression, actually seeing small crack in the mask of grumpiness which he normally puts on in front of the other guys.

A tender smile blooms on my face and I can feel how my heart starts to race. “I'm sure there is a woman out there which would be very happy to be the reason you'd start to look forward to get home,” I reply as cheerful as I possible despite the knot that is building in my stomach. I hear Mamoru mumbling something to himself, but I'm too far away to understand his words.

Maybe she is nearer as you think, Mamo. I let out a sigh. Ugh, oh well. Maybe after a drink he might see what is directly in front of his eyes, haha. Laying down my cleaning utensils I push back my sarcastic inner voice and make my way into the kitchen to pour him a glass of his favorite whiskey. I search the shelf for that special bottle and find it on the highest shelf so I have to take the stool to get it. Damn you Eisuke for putting it up there!

“Careful, kid. I think that thing is broken since I once threw it at the stupid mobster,” Mamoru opposes as he gets over while I still try to reach for the bottle. Standing on my tiptoes I suddenly feel how the stool starts wavering and I yelp.

“Shit!” The stool falls over and I lose my balance but instead of hitting the hard ground I fall on something soft and warm.

“Ufff. Dammit, Kid! I told ya to be careful.” I hear a muffled voice underneath me.

Turning around I find myself lying on Mamoru’s chest. My cheeks start to burn when I feel the heat spread between our bodies.

“I- I'm so sorry...” Not able to phrase more than that, I look at him and our eyes meet. His irises are dark like a stormy sky and suddenly I realize how pleasant his scent is when he doesn't smell like cigarettes. Looking at his handsome features I see the slightly pink blush and I’m not sure if it is because of my weight or the fact that I’m lying on him. Clumsily I push myself up and straighten my uniform while Mamoru tries to stand up.

“Well, thank you for saving me,” I say in a higher voice than usual while I throw him a wry smile which should cover my embarrassment.

“Always there when ya need a pillow to fall onto, sweetheart.” Slightly chuckling he grabs the whiskey bottle which I desperately have tried to reach and pours himself a glass.

“I think now is the right moment to say: 'I told ya, kid',” Mamoru grins at me while he takes a sip of his glass.  

A dry laugh escapes my throat and I clumsily scratch the back of my head. My cheeks are burning as I retort. “Yeah, yeah, I know... Stupid kid didn't listen to what Daddy told her.” With a mischievous grin I pick up my cleaning utensils and leave the penthouse a little too quickly to not look suspicious. Before my escape I catch a glimpse of Mamoru's dumbstruck expression and how he is mouthing something I didn't get to hear anymore.

“Pfhhh...” As soon as I close the door to the penthouse I burst out in laughter. I seriously can't imagine talking this way to any other of the Bidders. “Soryu would’ve probably shoot me, while Eisuke would’ve given me double shifts for the next three weeks… or wait. Maybe I would’ve gotten a pay raise because I was brave enough to talk to him that way.” Chuckling I move my cleaning utensils to the next suite, still feeling a whiff of Mamoru’s body heat on mine.

So here I am in this gorgeous dress Baba organized me. It isn't the fancy kind of dress he'd normally choose so I was surprised when handed me that cute but still feminine rose colored piece. It is revealing but doesn’t look cheap and perfectly underlines my cleavage and waistline.

My heart is beating nervously when I enter the building, while my eyes move around, looking for Ayase.

“You can do this, ____. It’s just a mission and Mamoru himself suggested that you go with Detective Ayase... I just hope the detective doesn’t get the wrong idea and tries to make a move on me while we are undercover.”

“Eww.” I grimace when I imagine Ayase laying his arm around my waist or even kissing me. He totally isn’t my type and instead of concentrating on finding him my thoughts automatically move back to Mamoru while I walk through the police station.

“I’d rather be with him on this mission, I’m sure we would have fun.” I smile as I think about his handsome features grinning at me. “Stop it, Mamoru is not here and he trusts you that you’ll do a good job with Ayase!”

With my head held high I straighten my dress once again and take a look around. Surprisingly I find myself standing in front of Mamoru’s office. “How the hell did I get here? Darn, and where is Ayase?!” Annoyed I pull my phone out of my clutch, looking for Ayase’s number. In that moment I hear a noise coming from the other side of Mamoru’s office door.

Meanwhile in Mamoru’s office:

“Ugh, what does the damn thief want at this time of day?” Mamoru grunts as he sees the number on his display. He is sitting in his worn out office chair, working on some reports concerning his latest case.

“Kishi,” he answers with a grumpy tone.

“Hey Mamo! It’s Baba.�� He hears the thief’s cheerful voice on the other side of the speaker.

“Whaddya want? I told ya I ain’t talkin’ to Ayase anymore about your case.”

“No, no, I’m not calling because of my case. But good that you mention Ayase, I hope you know he has a huge crush on MC, do you? “ Mamoru could virtually hear his grin through the phone. Why is Baba even telling him this?

“So what? MC has more guts than Ayase, I’m sure she can handle him.”

“Fascinating, I think this is the first time I hear you standing up for someone else then yourself.” Baba chuckles.

“Shaddap, you moron. This ain’t the reason you are callin’, so come to the point.”

“Well, Ayase did have the guts and actually invited MC out on a date.”

“Whaddya mean, he asked her out?” Mamoru asks, exasperated.

“Exactly what I meant, my dear Mamo,” Baba chuckles. “MC actually will just meet up with him any minute in front of the police building.”

“Well- eh… not that I care. She is free to date whoever she wants. Now leave me alone, I need to… get some things done.”

He hangs up and angrily smashes his phone on the office table.

“How dare he ask MC out on a date!” Mamoru shouts, grabbing his phone again. He picks up the jacket and rushes out of his office, his thoughts already swirling around MC and what could happen between her and Ayase.

BAM!

SO GOOD TO BE BACK! Thank you for reading so far! Let me know what you think of it as it is my first fanfic in over 6 months now ❤

If you want to find out what happens next, continue with the 2nd part - and I promise you will get rewarded with some quite steamy scenes *wink wink* 😂

Tagging: @voltage-my2dlove @hifftn @rougepetale

[hotcocosharing]

Voltage Island Prologue (Multi Canons x OCs Dating)

Fandom: KBTBB / IM / ASA / FILA Category: Drama / Fluff / Smut / Angst?

Character: Eisuke (33) / Ota (27) / Yukihisa (36) / Shunichiro (36) / Rikiya (32) / Aki (26) OC: Eriko (31) / Katie (21) / Jazz (28) / Pippa (28) / Kara (30) / Joanne (24) Notes: After a glimpse of the reality TV show Love Island and given how ridiculously hilarious it is, I cannot resist doing one with Voltage men for my own entertainment purpose. Basically just a bunch of guys and chicks who wear swimwear all day in a mansion, doing nothing but drama and have audience vote them off one at a time, oh and they’re here to find love or whatever. So in my case numbers of Voltage canons and OCs, if you find this fun and want to add your personalize oc, inbox me as readers could definitely vote who they want off the Island, that’s if I could still bother with it ;)

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Prologue

Six tall and slender men in their swim shorts marching from the grand entrance to the 5 meters enormous pool, sitting themselves down on the deck nearby with one blonde helping himself and begins tending drinks while the rest quickly introduce themselves.

“This place is fucking huge, Eisuke.” The boy smirks and puts his wavy brownish-orange hair out of the way, placing six glasses on the bench.

“Guess they really like rubbing money in peoples face, huh?” The auburn hair eyes widen to the huge pool while Eisuke Inchinomiya shrugs in response.

“The place is okay, could have found a better interior designer but not as bad as I expect it to be.”

The pool has blue water that sparkles in the sun, the one with pale skin and short, black hair gazes down at his wavy reflection, giving in to the luxurious temptation and jumps right in. After a few lazy strokes, he emerges from the water, shaking that gorgeous hair of his to the side of his face as his pale skin glistens with tiny water droplets, sliding down his toned chest. 

The two older men watches from the stools with cocktails in hands, wondering just why on earth they’re invited here.

“It is good publicity for the firm.” Says the man with neck length hair while his friend on the right questions with his brows raised.

“Yes for you and the firm maybe, I’m an in house doctor. Or is that why I’m here, as a doctor?”

The dark hair man shurgs, “Or your image just fits the show.”

“Oh my image?” The doctor chuckles, “Sure I’m the one who would fuck any woman with her legs spread open, aren’t I?”

“Are you not though?”

“Does it matter? The audience doesn’t care, I don’t even have a route, no back story no nothing, I’m just a sexy pervert.”

“Who seems awfully happy about this situation more than anyone?” The man finishes his drink and politely asks the blonde boy for a refill.

“I’m not exactly a bartender, just so you know.” The pretty boy combs his hair in irritation but refills the empty glass anyway before finding his quiet and arrogant looking friend who’s now sitting by the corner on his own.

“Free drinks, free food, hot chicks well lack of privacy but hey the hot chicks pay off, I suppose.”

The two older men share a sly grin and continue drinking, the boy in the pool has now swam to the edge.

“Hey, I’m Aki and you are?”

“Rikiya Mononobe, how’re you approached?” The older and taller man puts his feet down into the cool water and makes a new friend.

“They said it would bring me more customers for my pastry shop and a chance for finding love.”

A dry mocking scoff escapes from the man sitting by the pool with his hands stretching behind his back, letting out a loud yawn. “Sure love exists with 12 strangers trap in a freaking mansion and sleeping in the same room.”

Meanwhile six girls in similar heights await inside the mansion, some with their eyes rolled and annoyed while two are overly excited but a particular girl pacing around the glass sliding door anxiously, fully aware and uncomfortable in her bikini that’s provided by the producers.

“What’s your name?” The shortest woman with blonde and beautiful long hair asks.

“Pippa.” The girl pushes her glasses up on the bridge of her nose and soon crosses her arms over her chest. “Why are you girls allowed one piece swimsuit and I have to wear this?”

“Because we are the older women and you three are the young hot and sexy ones.” Another woman in black strappy onesies that’s clearly showing off her sides and flat stomach joins the conversation.

“How old are you three?” Pippa takes a step away from the other two girls in bikini and stands closer to the other three.

“31.” The one in black immediately says follows by the woman in white who is 30 and the blonde who’s 28.

“I’m 28 too why am I …” Pippa bites her bottom lips and lowers her voice, “categorized with them?”

“Welcome to stereotype baby.” The one in white low cut lace and backless one piece plays with her ponytail and puts a hand out, “I’m Kara by the way.”

The blonde in yellow is called Jazz while the one in black is Eriko.

With instructions coming from their phones as signals, the two youngest girls open the sliding door and rush outside to finally meet the golden boys while the other four walk hands in hands and see just what on earth they’ve gotten themselves into.

Eriko is the first to swear, “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me!” She keeps her mumbling to minimal as everyone starts picking a spot by the pool.

Choosing the far left corner of the pool, right opposite Eisuke Inchinomiya who also comes from a wealthy family like her but mainly because Eriko would avoid talking to her other three acquaintances from college at all cost, she bets someone has tipped the show off and invites Shunichiro, Yukihisa and Rikiya on purpose, without exchanging a single word to the men on the other side of the pool, the woman who’s in charge of one of the largest clothing brand in Japan is already getting a tremendous headache.

Pippa who’s previously covering herself up is now sitting next to Eriko, totally captivated by Shunichiro’s charms and gentleman like smiles. The Creative Director of Addison & Rhodes rises his cocktail and winks at the clearly overwhelmed 28 year old whose heart is about to burst right open.

Next to Pippa, sits Jazz the pretty blonde who’s trying her best not to roll her eyes at the choices of men across the pool, the event planner who’s always too busy for dating is now seriously doubting her friend and supervisor at work who talks her into this joke. Scanning the men in few seconds, she decides to sit opposite Yukihisa, simply because he seems to be the least annoying and most mature one, judging by the looks he should be in his mid 30s and Jazz prays that they could at least hold a proper conversation.

Kara who has just turned 30 last week takes a seat next to Jazz purely bases on her impression earlier, never once consider the choice of seat would affect her next step. The auburn hair nods at her before stealing a not so oblivious glance at Eriko.

The 21 year old half Japanese half Brazilian part time model Katie flashes her eyes at the angelic blonde artist while the larger figure in red bikinis Joanne sits herself down at the right corner of the pool and sets her eyes on Aki the pastry shop owner who’s still unintentionally shaking water out of his wavy hair.

To put it ever so nicely- the first one on one getting to know each other session is about to begin with half the girls who are more than ready to fall in love while this remains the start of a complete disaster for the rest.

Let the dating begin, here on Voltage Island.

Writer Notes: Feedback welcome but be warned that this may discontinue at any time. And yes, canons and OCs shall be changed from time to time, if you’d like a say or vote, inbox me no guarantee though.