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simon riley/reader – 7.1k words sale of a lifetime mini series !

tags: smut, childhood best friend!simon, virginity for sale trope, unrealized feelings, soft!simon, protective!simon, virgin!reader, afab!reader, no prns for reader

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, wet & messy, fingering, creampie, mid-sex love confession, a little arguing but nothing crazy tbh, petnames (love, lovie, sweetheart)

; he remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. he never thought he was deserving of such happiness. but now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like he’s the only man deserving of you.

or.

he may not have been the first man you picked to give your first time to. but looking back, you realized he was the only right choice in the end.

Meeting some unknown, shady guy out on the street outside of a seedy bar wasn’t the smartest decision you’ve ever made. Nor was it how you actually intended to spend your Friday evening. But it was the only option you had at the moment, so you swallowed your nerves and forced yourself to stay put at the spot the guy had chosen despite the fact that being out on the street made you feel x10 more nervous and vulnerable.

You could hear the loud music and chatter inside the bar every time the door opened to let someone in or out. There was a chill in the air that had you contemplating actually going inside and just telling the guy to meet you in there – you were about to give the bastard your damn virginity, the least he could be was accommodating to your temperature struggles. Plus, you could really use a drink.

A car, expensive by the looks of it, pulling up to the curb had you pausing in that train of thought. You recognized him from his profile picture when he stepped out of the vehicle – Lucas, you recall being his name. Whether that was really his name or not didn’t matter; all that mattered was he brought what he promised.

“You have the money?” you asked when he approached you, giving him a tight-lipped smile as a greeting.

“Yeah, got it in the car. All cash, I hope that’s alright,” he grinned, a sight that made a shiver go down your spine. His tone didn’t match the smile, all transactional and dull despite the glimmer in his eyes.

He wasn’t necessarily unattractive but he certainly wasn’t your type. There was a look in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl because you felt like you were nothing but a piece of raw meat in front of a starving, salivating predator.

“We should get going,” he said, hurrying to open the backseat of his car for you.

You paused, “Aren’t we going to go inside or something?”

He looked confused, grip on the door tightening for a moment before he bursted out laughing. When he saw the shocked look on your face he sobered up, “Sorry, sorry, that was rude of me. Sweetheart, this isn’t a date. I’m just here to get what I paid for.”

“Oh…” you swallowed around the lump in your throat at the condescending tone, humiliation making your cheeks burn, “Right.”

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you quickly averted your gaze so he wouldn’t see how much that stung. Of course, you knew it wasn’t a date. This was a transaction. But you at least thought you’d get to know the guy who was about to take your virginity. You should have known better.

A man who was paying for your virginity wasn’t bound to be someone you could trust to feel comfortable around. You quietly sigh, resigning yourself to this all for the sake of some fucking money.

You settle into the car, heart jumping into your throat when the door slams. It feels as if you’ve just sealed your fate and you can’t deny that you’re scared.

But there’s an envelope next to you that you can see stuffed with bills and you clench your fists, trying to calm your racing heart by closing your eyes and breathing.

You just hope this decision doesn’t cost you your life or something. You’d hate to imagine what that would do to a certain someone.

Suddenly, the car jostles. Your eyes snap open and you see Lucas is jacked up against the side of the car, a very familiar form caging him in. His scarred hands grip the man’s shirt in tight fists. You can’t hear what they’re saying but you can see Lucas is chattering frantically, gesturing wildly with his hands in an attempt to quell the angry man in the skull balaclava.

You curse to yourself, a different kind of terror shocking through your system. Lucas is thrown to the side and you wince at how hard he hits the pavement before the car door is jerked open.

You can’t even say anything before a strong, rough hand wraps around your arm, yanking you out. You stumble once you’re on your feet, falling right into his chest.

You try to pull away but his arm clamps down around you.

Lucas is cursing and screaming his head off, words you don’t even bother to try and decipher because you’re too preoccupied with the masked figure that made his sudden appearance. Nerves make your knees shake and from the look of pure rage in his eyes, you know you’re in deep shit.

Lucas opens the car door and slams it before driving off, tires squealing against the pavement before he vanishes. Along with that wad of cash that was going to be yours in just a short time.

Suddenly you’re angry, shoving your hands against his chest to get him away from you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Riley?!” you shriek, shooting him the fiercest glare you could muster.

“I should be askin’ you that,” he sneers, “The hell were you doin’ with that prick?”

“I–”

“Don’t answer that,” he snaps, cutting you off swiftly, “I know what you were doin’. If you needed money that badly you should have told me.”

“It’s not your concern, Simon!” you cry, resisting the urge to petulantly stomp your foot.

You’re so pissed.

Simon Riley and you went way back, childhood friends. The two of you had always been in each other's lives. Simon especially was always there when you needed him, a beacon of safety and protection. Your best friend and someone you loved to the ends of the Earth.

But right now, you’re so angry with him that you can’t seem to think straight.

How dare he show up now, when you’re about to do the most humiliating act of your entire life. How could he show his stupid, masked face here when you didn’t even ask for his help in the first place for a reason.

“You are always my concern,” he shoots back, scarred knuckles turning white from how hard he clenches his fists, “I have always taken care of you. You should have come to me for help instead of puttin’ yourself in danger like this. You didn’t know that guy, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Anger makes your skin hot, sweat beading on your forehead, blocking out the chill that once made goosebumps rise. You feel ashamed that you were caught in this situation – that the man you’ve known your entire life knew you were about to sleep with some random asshole for a fat wad of cash. You don’t like that he’s made you feel ashamed and confronted you with it.

“Just fuck off, Simon!” you shriek, the only thing you can think of before turning on your heel and stalking away from him.

You don’t glance over your shoulder to check if he’s following because you know he most likely is – from a safe distance to make sure you make it inside your apartment alright but far enough that you can’t get mad at him for it. Your jaw is clenched so tightly that you feel a headache radiating down your neck.

By the time you reach your apartment, the anger has simmered and all you’re left with is a festering shame that makes tears fill your eyes. You wrap your arms around yourself and quickly shuffle yourself inside, not bothering to check if Simon is out there or not. All you want is to get a hot shower and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend.

You do just that, letting the burning hot water scald your skin until you can’t feel any emotions except exhaustion. And then, you crawl into bed and let sleep overtake you without a second thought.

When you wake up, it’s clear that it’s late into the afternoon. The sun is high in the sky and shining painfully bright through the crack in your curtains. You groan and roll over, slapping the bed to find your phone.

You grab the device and unlock it, taking a moment to scroll through your notifications. There’s some angry messages from the guy from last night – cursing you out for setting him up to be jumped. It makes you roll your eyes before a particular notification catches your eye.

It’s from your bank – alerting you of a deposit.

You sit up straight in your bed, brows furrowed before your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see your bank statement. It’s more than you needed and you know exactly who was responsible.

You jump out of bed, not even bothering to dress out of your pajamas before you’re shoving some slides onto your feet and storming out of your apartment.

You’re so heated that you can’t even remember the walk to Simon’s place, your mind racing a million miles a second. You storm up to the door and slam your fist on it, the hard wood making your hand sting from how hard you pound.

The radiating tingle of pain is quickly forgotten when the door swings open.

Simon stands there, looking down at you expectantly. He leans against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He wears an army-issued t-shirt that’s a bit too tight. The sleeves stretch taunt around his biceps and you can make out the swell of his pecs. It’s not very often that you get to see his tattooed arms, littered with scars since he tends to wear long sleeves most of the time.

He doesn’t look at all surprised to see you, clearly having expected you. The apathetic look in his eyes just solidifies that you were right all along.

“What the hell is your problem?!” you cry without so much as a greeting.

He sighs, broad shoulders rising and falling with it before he opens the door wide and motions you inside. You duck underneath his outstretched arm, turning to watch as he closes the door and locks it.

He wanders into the kitchen and you realize you can smell bacon. He doesn’t seem at all surprised by your outburst nor does he seem interested in acknowledging your question.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, only solidifying how unperturbed he is by your display of anger.

“No!” you snap, “I want to know why you did that, Simon!”

He sighs again, much louder but doesn’t respond. You stand in the doorway to his kitchen, watching him plate his lunch – which is actually just breakfast food. He places the dish on the table and pauses, looking up at you.

“You needed the money, I had it,” he offered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I was handling it on my own,” you say, “I-It was my problem to solve.”

“By sellin’ yourself to some prick?” he snarls, the anger he was masking coming out in a flurry.

“I wasn’t selling myself–” you refute but he slams his palms down on the table. His cutlery clatters with the action and you jump.

“I read that post you made,” he hisses, teeth bared, “There’s no fuckin’ reason you should be selling your virginity for some cash when I was right here the whole time!”

Your cheeks burn when he brings up your virginity, crossing your arms over your chest protectively, “I-It’s mine to sell if I want to! I needed that money!”

“And now you have it,” he says with finality.

He takes a seat and you stand there, fuming. Your jaw is clenched, teeth grinding together as your mind races to find a rebuttal. He begins to eat, taking large, fast bites that just shows how he’s been conditioned to eat quickly by the military.

“That’s not the point, Simon,” you huff, growing less angry and more frustrated by this conversation. You were just going around in circles.

“Then what is the point?” he snaps, snatching his empty plate and angrily tossing it in the sink. He turns to you again, a frown evident on his face, “You got the money you needed safely. That’s all that matters.”

“It’s too much money, Simon!” you cry, “I was selling something in exchange for it!”

“I care about you,” he says, “That doesn’t matter to me. What’s mine is yours, you know that.”

You silently glare at him, wishing that the heated stare would get through to him. He stands unbothered, staring blankly at you with his fists clenched by his sides.

You hang your head, sighing, “I-I can’t take your money, Simon, alright? I’m already in debt and I’m not going to be in debt to you of all people.”

“You feel like you owe me, is that it?” he asks.

You nod your head, heart rate spiking when he stalks towards you. You’re close enough to smell his body wash and aftershave, a painfully familiar scent that you adore. He stares down his nose at you, brown eyes lidded and lazy.

He reaches out suddenly, rough hand gripping your cheeks, smushing them together until your lips pucker, “Then give me a kiss as payment.”

“H-Huh?” you whimper dumbly, eyes wide in shock as his face grows closer and closer.

“It can be payment for a kiss, lovie,” he coos, syrupy sweet and soft, “Will that make up for it, then?”

The air in your lungs suddenly doesn’t feel like enough. This is a man that you’ve known almost your entire life so you’ve obviously thought about him in a romantic sense at some point. Hell, when you were a teenager you even had a crush on him. But he never once looked at you any other way than as a friend so you quickly got over it – or maybe that’s just what you told yourself. Because as you stand there, staring into his eyes, you realize that kissing him would feel like a dream come true.

You find yourself nodding despite the inner turmoil going on in your head. Simon huffs through his nose before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

There’s a shock of electricity that goes through you at the contact. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, letting him take over. He works his lips expertly against yours, eventually abandoning his hold on your face in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. You gasp into the kiss when he suddenly yanks you closer, your body pressed close against his.

He’s warm and sturdy against you, a solid form of muscle that makes you feel safe and content – just as he always has. His hands are big and rough as they grip your hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he gets lost in kissing you.

“S-Si,” you find yourself muttering without realizing.

He hums in response, chuckling when you continue to mindlessly kiss him. He pulls back, one hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat, thumbing at your jaw as your eyes slowly focus on him, “What is it, sweetheart? What do you need?”

“I-I don’t…” you swallow thickly around the forming lump in your throat, “I don’t know. I just…”

“Show me,” he breathes, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice.

The sweet, tender look in his big, brown eyes is what gives you the courage to grab his wrist, leading it just under the hem of your shirt so he can touch your bare stomach. You give him a shy glance from under your lashes, hoping he’ll get the hint that you want more.

You want him.

Simon, in all his experienced wisdom, understands immediately what it is you’re aching for. His hand travels up further, pausing at your ribs, just under the swell of your breast. Your heart hammers in your chest when your gaze meets his. His eyes are lidded, long lashes obscuring his pupils but still burning into you.

He stares deep into your eyes, waiting for any sign of hesitation as his fingers creep higher and higher. You suck in a breath when he cups your breast in his palm, squeezing lightly to feel their weight.

A large, calloused thumb creeps up, passing ever so softly over your nipple until the bud peaks and hardens under the attention. You sigh at the feeling, new shocks washing over you that you’ve never experienced before.

Sure, you played with yourself plenty – you had a healthy masturbation life, you’d say. But you’d always just been focused on reaching an orgasm, never on the build up. You imagine, however, it would never feel as good by yourself as it does with him.

He pinches your nipple between two fingers and you whine, lips parting as the sound escapes. Simon takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your hands grab his shoulders, desperately clinging to his shirt as you lose yourself in the sloppy kiss.

Drool drips down your chin – it's messy and hot between the two of you. His hand switches to your other breast to give it the same attention as the other. You tremble in his arms, overcome by the insatiable throbbing between your thighs.

You shift on your feet, the fabric of your panties stick uncomfortably to your core. You’re so wet, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. By the time he pulls back, there’s a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“You want more?” he asks, voice gravelly as he speaks, as if he’s drunk. You nod your head and he clicks his tongue, “You gotta tell me, sweetheart.”

“I-I want more, Si,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit it.

“Let’s go,” he hums, taking your hand in his as he leads you around the couch towards the hallway.

“Where?” you ask dumbly, hoping that making some kind of conversation would ease the nerves steadily building in your chest.

“The bedroom,” he responds, stroking his thumb over the top of your hand as if he can sense that you’re nervous, “Wouldn’t want to be stripped down in the middle of the living room, I imagine.”

“N-No,” you squeak, cheeks burning even hotter at those words.

You’re going to be naked. In front of another person for the first time. In front of him. Simon.

“There now, lovie,” he whispers as he shuts his bedroom door behind the both of you. He takes your waist in his hands, kneading the soft flesh there, “It’s alright.”

“I-I’m just–”

“Nervous,” he finishes for you, smiling softly when you nod, “I know. We can stop anytime you’d like.”

“I don’t want to,” you rush out, hands coming up to press against his firm chest, “Just…d-don’t be upset when I don’t know what I’m doing.”

The tender way he looks at you sets your heart pounding like a little rabbit. A ghost a smile appears on his lips, “I would never do somethin’ like that.”

“I-I know, I just…” you look down at your feet only for him to catch your chin in his fingers, pulling you to look up at him.

You swallow thickly around the lump in your throat, holding your breath as he descends down. His lips find yours all over again, as exhilarating and mind-melting as the first time.

Just the sweet, deep kiss he gives you has your nerves dissipating a bit – back to normal levels. You no longer feel the desire to flee, you just feel an intense longing and anticipation. You crave more from him.

As if sensing this, his fingers find the hem of your shirt. He slowly starts to pull it up, agonizingly slow. But you’re grateful for it, it gives you time to prepare before you’re bared completely to him. You lift your arms for him, a sign that you’re still okay with this.

He pulls it up over your head and lets the fabric drop to the floor. But he doesn’t look down, he continues looking in your eyes, softly pecking your lips as his hands cup your breasts once more.

When you sigh and lean into his touch, he finally lets himself break the eye contact. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees how pretty your tits sit in his hands. He touches them softly, sweetly brushing over your nipples in admiration.

“Perfect tits, lovie,” he coos, chuckling when you whine in embarrassment.

His head descends, pink lips parting to take one of your nipples in his mouth. It’s hot but his tongue is soft when it circles and flicks at the bud. He sucks, popping off lewdly before switching to the other one.

The sensation makes you squeeze your thighs together, imaging what that would feel like around your clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, drooling messily into your panties. The fabric was so wet by now that it couldn’t soak it up anymore, leaving it to slick up your thighs instead.

Your core ached, a feeling only Simon would be able to soothe.

“Please, Si,” you finally break, whimpering pathetically.

He detaches from your breast, lips wet and swollen from the worship he had been giving your now sore nipples. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing brown and you were sure that yours looked the same.

He stands to his full height, nudging you backwards until your knees hit the bed. They buckled at that, leaving you to fall back against the bed. Simon’s bedding was soft, the scent of detergent and his own body wash filling your senses. You relax at the familiar, comforting scent, sinking into the blankets with a bashful smile on your face.

To Simon, you’re an ethereal beauty. You take the air right out of his lungs with the way you look at him.

He remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. He never thought he was deserving of such happiness. But now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like he’s the only man deserving of you.

He scooches you up the bed, crawling on after you until he’s on top of you. Though you’re still wearing your pants, you feel so vulnerable beneath his weight. He’s heavy and warm and he smells so good. You can’t focus on anything except for him – he’s all around you and it’s exhilarating.

Feeling bold, you reach up and tug at his shirt. He pulls it off with ease, revealing his toned, scarred upper body. You can’t help but trace over some of the ones you’re familiar with – there’s one from a time he fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat that you had been crying about. He fell out of the tree on the way down, a jagged branch stabbing into his upper arm and slicing it open. There was another one from when you were teenagers, some other kids jumped him and he took a stab to his shoulder trying to protect you. You kiss that one and he softens, as if he’s remembering it too.

He’s always been there for you, an overwhelming presence that you simply couldn’t live without. The fact you’re here, in this bed, about to give him your virginity is something that you never would have expected.

And to think, you were planning to sell it off to some random loser.

“I’m glad you stopped me,” you find yourself whispering.

He looks confused for a second before he hums, nodding in understanding, “I am too.”

“I-I want it to be you, Si,” you whisper, the confession leaving you embarrassed. It’s true, all this time, you realize, he’s all you’ve ever really wanted. You had just buried it deep down so you no longer felt those sparks towards him.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispers back, as if the two of you are sharing some secret little moment that no one else can hear about even though it’s just the two of you in this room.

“You always do,” you respond, the words making his dark eyes light up.

He kisses you deeply, moving his lips slowly against yours. When your hands come up to grip the back of his neck, he takes that as his cue to move down to your neck, then your collarbones, down the center of your chest between your breasts, the spot between your breasts, and finally your navel.

You lay back, head in his pillows with your hands on either side of your head. You watch him, breathing labored as you wait for his next move. He pauses in his path, looking up through his lashes at you before his fingers find the hem of your sweats. You swallow thickly, holding your breath when he slowly begins to pull the fabric down. You lift your hips to help him, pulling your legs free while being careful not to kick him by accident.

He keeps his gaze on you until you’re settled back down into the bed and the pants are forgotten on the floor to be collected later. Then, he looks down.

Even though you still have your panties on, you know that the white cotton is soaked through and hides absolutely nothing from his view.

You watch as he licks his lips, as if his mouth is suddenly bone dry. His hands are burning hot when he touches you again, sliding over your thighs to your hips. He leans down, pressing his lips against each of your thighs.

His thumb reaches down, stretches over your pubic bone to touch the sticky fabric. You nearly jump at the sensation – someone’s fingers other than your own touching you there for the first time. Simon’s fingers.

As if he can’t help himself anymore, he tugs the waistband of your panties and yanks them down your thighs. You squeal when you’re jostled under the force.

He holds the material up and you’re mortified to see just how wet they are. He runs his thumbs over the crotch and you whine, drawing his attention from them. He drops them to the floor and returns his hands back to you, gripping underneath your knees, so he can spread you all the way open.

Your hands fly to your face, covering your eyes in embarrassment at how exposed you are. He doesn’t seem to mind, pressing a kiss over the top of your hands before moving back down your body.

You peek through your fingers only to find him already staring at you with a sparkle in his eyes. He carefully spreads your slippery folds apart with his thumbs, the movement causing a wet, sticky sound to emanate from between your legs. The little bud of your clit is hard and twitching as it’s exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. When he’s sure you’re looking he leans down, pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. You stop breathing as you watch a fat glob of spit roll down the surface of the smooth muscle and splatter right on your clit.

“Si-!” your squeal of his name is cut off when your eyes roll back in his head as that sinful tongue slides right over your bud.

Your whole body twitches at that, hands falling away from your face so you can reach down and grab his hair. It doesn’t even seem like he notices your grip, focused on slurping up that sensitive nub into his hot mouth.

You choke out a moan, tilting your head back into the pillows as your back arches. It feels just as good as you thought it would when he was giving the same, lewd treatment to your nipples.

He continues to suck and lick your clit until your mind is completely blank and all you can think is him. Then, all at once it stops and he pulls back, letting your bud slip from the heavenly clutch of his lips.

“You ever have somethin’ inside you, lovie?” he asks, bringing up one of his fingers to swipe through the folds of your entrance, as if to show you what he intends.

You swallow to moisten your throat before nodding, “J-Just my fingers.”

“How many?” he asks, growing more confident in prodding at the tight little hole.

“T-Two,” you breathe, any embarrassment you felt long dissipated in the face of true pleasure.

“Alright, lovie,” he hums, “Just lay back, I’ll take good care of you, yeah?”

You nod and do as he says, turning utterly boneless against the blankets. The sweat already slicking your skin despite the fact you’ve only just begun makes the fabric stick to you.

He prods at your entrance for only a second longer before finally, he pushes his thick middle digit inside you. Your cunt is so wet and pliant that it hungrily swallows it up to the very last knuckle. You clench around it intentionally, getting used to the feeling of the foreign finger inside of you for the first time.

It feels so different compared to your own, thicker and rougher. The sensation is so strange but you can’t say you don’t like it – in fact, it feels amazing. You already want another, feeling like one just isn’t enough to give you that unknown feeling you’re chasing. It’s like you have an itch that needs to be scratched and only Simon can do it for you.

As if sensing this, ever the reliable one, he carefully introduces a second finger. The stretch is unfamiliar, a burn around your entrance following as he reaches the last knuckle on that one too. His middle and ring finger stuffed snuggly inside your gooey little cunt as you whine and squirm from the feeling.

Once you’ve adjusted, he slowly begins working them in and out of you. You slick up his fingers easily, streaks of creamy white coating his skin and making his mouth water. When he crooks his fingers up suddenly, prodding at that tender little spot inside of you, your entire body twitches and the most beautiful moan rips from your chest.

He can’t resist leaning down and trapping your pulsing little clit under the flat of his tongue. He doesn’t slurp it into his mouth like before, instead, he just licks over it, pressing it down with the muscle. Your eyes are rolled up and your mouth hangs open as you moan and moan, tugging mindlessly at his hair as he works you towards your orgasm.

It grows and grows, the unrelenting pleasure of his fingers fucking deeply into you and his tongue lapping sloppily at your clit like a mutt driving that knot in your belly to tighten. Drool spills out around his tongue, slipping down to meet his fingers where he easily fucks it into you – the added lubrication not needed but so very welcome with how much wetter and messier it makes you.

“S-Simon…” you pant, gasping to catch your breath as the pleasure makes it hard for you to even think.

He glances up at you through his lashes but doesn’t offer any other acknowledgement. There’s a knowing look in his eyes that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s going to wring this orgasm out of your little cunt whether you like it or not.

And fuck, do you love it.

The orgasms you brought yourself in the deep of the night, little hands stuffed down your panties as you played with your clit and stuffed yourself with your own fingers was nothing like what you were experiencing now. Simon’s thick fingers and hot tongue were torturing your little clit until your entire body started to lock up.

You looked at him desperately, unsure what was even going through your mind besides him and how fucking good you felt right now.

Just as you teetered on the edge of this orgasm, he suddenly changed up and swallowed your twitchy little clit into his mouth. He sucked, sending you flying over the edge with a shrill wail of his name. Your legs kicked and twitched, heels hitting him on the back as you trembled and shook through the orgasm that he eagerly fucked out of you onto his fingers.

He suckled your clit, swirling his tongue around it until it was too sensitive and you were tearily pushing him away. When he finally released you, slipping his fingers from your cunt, you were boneless and twitching on the bed. You didn’t even try to close your legs when he pulled away, giving him the perfect view to watch your cute little pussy clench and messily drool cum in the aftermath of your orgasm.

He popped his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering at the taste of your cum tingling on his taste buds. As you came down, eyes closed and breathing heavy, he began pulling at his belt.

You could hear the metal clinking as he dropped it to the floor, peeking your heavy lids open to see him pull the button of his jeans open. As he slowly pulled them down, his underwear went with and suddenly you were more aware than ever.

His cock was something to behold. Thick and veiny, bobbing in the air where it hung – too heavy to actually stand upright. You’d seen dicks in porn before but none of them prepared you for Simon’s. Precum dribbled from the tip, creating a long, gooey string down towards the floor before it broke.

He wrapped a big hand around himself, giving a few good strokes as he reached down to cup his own heavy balls. The hair wasn’t wild or offensive, but neatly trimmed short.

“All good, lovie?” he asked, stepping out of the pool of his jeans and boxers so he could kneel on the bed again.

“All god-good!” you blushed as he laughed, leaning down over you to balance his weight on his elbows.

“You still want this?” he asks, hushed and sweet,

You glance between your bodies to see that intimidating cock, drooling messily over your skin. You realize, quickly, that you’ve never wanted anything more in your life.

When you voice such, he looks relieved, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He sits back on his heels and spreads your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest.

“Hold them there,” he orders, which you follow immediately.

Your elbows circle around your knees, holding yourself open for him as he asked. He whistles low in appreciation when your cum-slicked cunt was spread and exposed for him to prod his cockhead against.

He swipes the tip up and down through your folds, humming appreciatively when your little hole tries to suck him in every time he grazes past it. He nudges your clit, the little bud still hard and sensitive from your orgasm but so eager for more. He couldn’t wait to grant your wish and make you cream on his cock.

You watch him with wide eyes as he starts to push into you. Your jaw drops as you feel that burning stretch, an ache settling between your legs as he continues to sink himself into you.

“F-Fuck, wait, Simon!” you squeal and he halts immediately.

He’s only reached just past the head of his cock but he reaches down to pet your clit. The pleasure shoots through you, making your toes curl and your walls relax around him. He keeps his eyes on your face for any sign that you want him to stop as he moves his hips again.

More and more of his cock sinks inside and his thumb keeps working little circles over your clit until his hips are flush with yours. Your voice breaks as you moan when you realize you’ve taken every single inch of him.

He’s heavy and throbbing inside of you and you clench around him intentionally, forcing a moan from his chest.

He leans down, arranging your knees over his shoulders, folding you up and pressing down on you. He’s heavy and it makes it hard to breathe but that makes it even better – the pleasure of being speared on that fat cock and being utterly helpless underneath this man is better than any fantasy you could have made for yourself.

“Fuck,” he snarls, rolling his hips back before rocking them forward again, heavy balls slapping against you as he does, “Can’t believe you were gonna give this little cunt away to some prick.”

“S-Si,” you whimper, biting your lip at the feeling of him slowly and carefully rocking his hips against yours, “‘M sorry, sh-shoulda been you all this time.”

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he hums, “No one else gets to love you but me, sweetheart.”

“O-Only you!” you agree, nails digging into his shoulders when he hits that spot just right.

He can feel you soaking his cock, drippy cum lathering him up to make every glide of his cock wetter than the last. He sits back up on his knees, adjusting his grip so he can pin your legs wide open, giving him the best view of your greedy cunt swallowing his length up.

He begins to fuck you in earnest, pulling out halfway before sliding home again - nothing like the little movements he gave you to prepare you. He was going to show you exactly why you should only think of giving him this precious pussy for the rest of your life. No one will ever be able to fuck you as good as he can, he’s going to learn your body like the back of your hand and you’re never going to be able to cum as hard as you can with him. You’ll never even want to use your own fingers again when he’s done with you.

You can’t do anything but lay there and take it, take the pleasure and take his cock. He hits so deep, prodding at your cervix in a way that aches but it only feels that much better when it’s mixed with mind-numbing pleasure.

Simon looms above you, panting and groaning as he fucks you like he was made to. He angles his hips just right, blunt nails biting into your thighs where he pins you open, neither of you caring if he happens to break skin while he does. You don’t even register the bite of pain underneath the way his cock prods you g-spot so perfectly.

Your own fingers would have been tired by now, no longer able to work that little spot like you need. Simon’s cock, however, is unrelenting. The pleasure builds and mounts uninterrupted, every stroke of his length sending you higher. His body moves fluidly, rolling his hips tirelessly so he can give you every ounce of pleasure your sweet little cunt needs.

You’re creaming around him, a frothy, milky ring forming around the base every time he sinks in and becoming visible when he pulls back. It’s filthy and messy and makes your cheeks burn but Simon seems to not mind in the slightest.

“So fuckin’ messy, love,” he coos, breathy and slurred, “Look at that, pretty cunt needed some cock, huh?”

“Y-Yours!” you manage to choke out.

“What’s that?” he asks, a crooked, teasing grin on his face.

“Y-Your cock! Only needed your cock, Simon,” you pant, reaching up to grope your own tits, pinching and rolling your nipples meanly. It hurts so good, making you clench around his cock. He moans at the sight, his pretty little virgin tormenting your own nipples.

“That’s right,” he hums, reaching a shaky hand down to thumb at your clit, “Keep pinchin’ those pretty tits, sweetheart. Don’t stop.”

You nod your head, unable to form a vocal response from the new sensation of your clit being played with while he fucks you. It feels so damn good that you could go drunk from it all. Everything in your brain is slow, thoughts of only him and how good you feel are all that’s there. Your entire world, right at this moment, revolves around Simon Riley.

He knows it too, a cocky grin on his face as he works you to your orgasm. You dangle, almost helplessly, staring unblinkingly at his handsome face as he works it out of you.

After what feels like minutes, but is probably only seconds, you cum. Hard.

Your head slams back against the pillows, back arching as you cunt clasps tight around him. You cry out in pure, unadulterated pleasure as he fucks you through it. His thumb keeps working your clit as it twitches and pulses under the digit, cumming nice and pretty for him just like he wanted. Just like you deserved.

You cream his cock messily, it drips down his balls and down your ass to the bedding below. So fucking sloppy and wet, a perfect little cunt made to take his cock.

His brows furrow, mouth falling open as his own orgasm mounts and builds. Now that your well-earned orgasm is out of the way, he can finally let go and allow himself to experience it as well.

“Where do you want it?” he grits out, teeth clenched from the ache of holding back.

His balls draw up, heavy and full. He feels ready to positively explode when you gasp, “I-Inside!”

His head falls back, the loudest, most drawn out moan you’d never expected to come from a stoic man like Simon falling from his lips. It’s deep and primal, full of nothing but euphoria as he spills into you. His load is hot and thick, drooling out of the sides of his cock as he slows his thrusts to milk the least bits of pleasure from the orgasm.

When he comes down, he collapses. Your legs lock around his waist and he draws you tightly into his arms, neither of you caring for the way his weight crushes you. All you care about is being wrapped up in his arms where you belong.

He pulls his neck from your chest and kisses your forehead. Then he kisses your nose. Then your lips.

“Pretty,” he breathes, still drunk on the endorphins of the sex so his lips are a little looser than they’d normally be, “Always thought you were pretty.”

“Really?” you prompt, cheeks heating at his confession.

He hums, “Glad you’re finally mine.”

You beam, “No one deserved me as much as you.”

He nods as if it’s the most obvious statement in the world, rolling off of you with a sigh. His cock unplugs your cunt and a gush of your mixed cum comes out, making you whine. He laughs softly, drawing you back into your arms.

You’ve never felt safer and warmer in your life, knowing in that moment that you should have come to Simon all along. There’s no one in the world who would be there for you, more willing and able than he.

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Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly sato-reader, It's a mess tbh lol)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-Toru is TOXIC, this story is toxic lol, explicit sexual content, and yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- cunnilingus, blow jobs, Eifel tower, explicit sex, threesome, being shady lol

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 7,595

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you...Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you, while you're left confused... will everyone get hurt? Geto is a HOE in this story, Satoru is a TOXIC ASS. (Reader just here for the ride and emotional damage)

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Chapter 2

Your POV

Gojo’s huge hands are on your breasts, as Suguru is sliding your skirt up your hips, and you’re already dripping down your panties. “Slide these off her, would you, Satoru?”

Suguru’s gruff command is obeyed, as Satoru Gojo bends down, looking up at you with those vivid, insane blue eyes, that catch yours and make your breath hitch, and he slides his fingers up your skirt, pulling your panties down slowly. They slide down past your ass, then your thighs, until they’re at your ankles, and you errantly realize you’re still in your little heels.

Satoru slides your panties off, then starts to take your heels off, his hands trailing up your calves as he does so, and you sink down your bare feet onto Suguru’s hardwood floor, even shorter now with the two men over six foot tall. Suguru takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and smiling down at you seductively.

“You want this, Princess?” He asks softly, he always made sure you were okay. But were you? When Satoru looked up at you like that. Those eyes full of a mix of hate and pure lust.

“Um… yes. I want this, Sugu.” You murmur, and you see Satoru’s face change a bit, his lips relaxing, they were so tense before.

“Let’s see how much you do.” He slides your skirt up as Satoru is sliding up to stand, and he groans audibly when he sees your slick little pussy. “Feel her again, Satoru.”

He says nothing, he just looks at Suguru, then you, sliding his hand down your slit, which was soaked, embarrassingly slow. He smirks then, asshole Satoru is clearly still here. “That wet from nothing, huh?”

“Fuck you, Gojo.” You grumble, and then you gasp as he finds your clit from between your puffy lips, and you’re whimpering, as he’s leaning down over you.

“She’s soaked, Sugu.” Satoru murmurs, and Suguru moans against your neck, sliding his hand down to your entrance, which drips down his thick fingertip.

“Hold her leg up, would you?” Satoru grabs your thigh, wrapping it around his hips, still fully clothed, and Suguru turns your face to him as he sinks a long finger in your entrance, and you whine out. “You are soaked, fuck. You like this, Princess, us touching you together?”

“Mnh… yes. Yes.” You manage to cry out a word or two as Satoru’s rubbing little circles on your clit now, and Suguru’s kissing you, firm lips taking yours over. You’re crying out into them as they both work you, hands holding you up as their fingers play your wet little pussy.

“Feel how tight she is.” Suguru eases his hand around to toy with your clit, and Satoru bends down just a bit, sliding an even longer, thicker finger in you, and you cry out loudly as you throb around the entrance.

“Fuck, she’s stupid tiny.” Gojo whispers, and you’re crying out into Suguru’s mouth again, as Satoru’s mouth captures your nipple, as his teeth graze the sensitive peak, and you’re soaking both of their fingers now. “Holy fuck…”

His tone, his words, urge you on so much you can’t remember how awful he is, how mean he fucking is, not when you’re arching into the bite. You moan, facing Satoru again, your hand enwrapping in his silky white hair, and Suguru’s hands tighten on you, his teeth scraping down your neck, making you even more sensitive.

“No wonder you’re always in a good mood, you asshole.” Satoru grumbles, and even you giggle at that, as Satoru's full lips descend onto yours, as their fingers both work you together.

“See, just had to not be a dick.”

They’re both working you now, their fingers circling your clit, sliding in and out of you, making you wetter and wetter. Your legs are trembling, your whole body taut with need, and all you can do is kiss Satoru back and lean against Suguru’s hard body.

Kissing Satoru!?

You want him, fuck you want him, and you hate that you want him. And when Suguru’s voice whispers, “I want to see you come for us, baby,” it’s like a trigger, you’re falling apart between the two perfect men playing you.

You can’t hold back anymore. You moan into Satoru’s mouth as your orgasm crashes over you, your pussy pulsing around their fingers, gushing so much wetness you can fucking hear it, lewd in the quiet house. Satoru leans back to watch you intently, his usually bright eyes dark with lust and something else, something you don’t dare name, as you grip his shirt tightly, as pleasure spirals.

“Mnh, fuck fuck fuck!” You’re a mess, twitching, as they don’t stop working on your little soppy cunt, until Suguru pulls his hands up, sliding his fingers into your mouth, you greedily suck yourself off them, and Satoru’s shoving two fingers in your cunt now, stretching you beyond your means. “Ngh!”

You’re moaning around Suguru’s fingers, fucking drooling, as he fucks you with them, and Suguru has left his spot, and you can’t stand, to the point your knees give out from under you. Satoru snatches you up around the hips, continuing to fuck you with those stupidly long fingers, just watching you, greedy, fucking hungry, and you’re cumming in his arms.

In Satoru Gojo's big damn arms, with his huge fingers in you.

Satoru Gojo, huh?

He’s kissing down your neck as you’re a mess, can't form a fucking thought from fingers huh? Soon he finally eases out, as Suguru takes your hand, limp and pathetic. “Let’s go to the bed, Princess.”

You look up into those seductive eyes, nodding weakly. “Y-yeah.”

“Look at you, so beautiful. Never seen you like this.” Suguru murmurs, caressing your cheek as Satoru leans off you. “Are you really that into women? Or is Satoru prettier than any woman?”

Gojo snorts at that, and for a moment you can breathe, as the mood has lifted for like two seconds. You flush. “He is pretty.”

“See, look at you two, getting along. Come on.”

He’s dragging you to the bed, and slides off your skirt. You nervously cover yourself a bit with your arms, as your hips are wider than you imagine Satoru had seen in your little skirts or dresses, and you have a little hint of a tummy after those beers tonight, and you think, Satoru would hate it. He has models, right?

Suguru is different, you know he loves your body, you know he likes all kinds of women too. Of course people compliment you, you work at a bar and are very pretty, and have a ‘nice body’ you hear, you do take care of yourself and have soft curves, but something about Satoru looking at it makes you so insecure you can’t even think, he must want…

“Why are you covering up, brat?” Satoru asks then, and you can’t even look at him, as Suguru comes to rub your arms up and down, eyes drinking you in.

“You know you’re gorgeous, right?” You exhale, nodding, and he’s massaging your little wrists. “He’ll love your body, who wouldn’t? Perfect curves. Tiny little waist.” Suguru’s rubbing your every curve, trying to ease you then.

“I’m sorry… I…” You gulp, looking away.

Satoru’s POV

How could you attempt to hide your perfect fucking body with those slender little arms right now? How could you not know you’re his dream, that he’s seen that little waist, seen those tantalizing hips that jut out, just begging for him to grip them. God did you really not know how hard you have him, how badly he wants to kiss every inch of you?

“Are you uncomfy?” Suguru asks, and you shake your head.

“Um… just… don’t wanna disappoint or anything.” Your voice and your words smash against him, and he hates himself then. Had he really made you so scared to show yourself?

“How could you, look at you.” Suguru’s words seem to hit home, and you nervously let your arms down to your side, looking to Satoru then, and he clenches his fists, struggling to control himself.

God you’re beautiful.

You’re perfect. And you’re worried?

“I just know you’re used to like… um really skinny girls. Which are beautiful of course! But I am not built so thin.” Satoru laughs, without humor then, walking up to you, and you tilt your head back to look up at him.

“You’re tiny, what are you bitching about right now?” Satoru asks, because you are small, you’re perfect though, your curves are so supple and lush, he’s never even seen anyone like you.

“I’m short, too.” Yeah, he'd called you short as an insult numerous times. And you are short but he could throw you the fuck around, couldn't he?

“Yeah, all girls are compared to me. I’m six four.”

“Um… yeah but…”

“Can we shut her up?” Satoru asks Suguru then, who’s still staring at you carefully, smiling softly as he caresses the curves Satoru aches to grab. You have the body that anyone would fiend over and you’re insecure. It doesn’t compute. He would spend every moment kissing every inch of you.

“You know how gorgeous you are, don’t be shy because he’s here.” Satoru feels that like a punch to the stomach. “You don’t get like this with any of the girls.”

“That's different. He’s used to a certain type, Sugu.” You whisper, but Satoru hears you, and he sees the hurt in your eyes, as his comment from yesterday cleary still eats at you, and fuck he hates himself.

“You have a gorgeous body.” Satoru says softly, bringing you and Suguru’s attention to him. “But don’t do this if you don’t want it.”

“I do! I do.” You say it so quickly it surprises him, and he sighs, as he’s rock hard, precumming from just looking at you as you walk to him, hips swaying side to side and making it even worse. “I just know I'm not your type…”

You are the type.

“Your body is very, very fucking nice.” You smile a bit then, emotion in your glittering eyes. “Surely I’m not the only one who says that. I see you get hit on wherever you go.”

“Thank you for that… but I know you said-”

“I was full of shit. Okay?” You exhale, and you watch Suguru study both of you seriously then.

“Let’s have Satoru make it up to you, baby.” He says, and you blush down to your lush breasts.

“M-make it up to me?” Your voice gets soft, breaking a bit, and Suguru is grinning now, sitting you down on the bed and spreading your thighs, you fall back on your elbows, as he looks back at Satoru.

“You can make it up to her, right Satoru? For being a royal dick.” Satoru sighs, and then when Suguru steps aside, and he sees you? Sees that perfect little pussy he’d only glanced at earlier?

Satoru barely hangs on by a thread, as you bite your lower lip and he lowers himself to his knees in front of you. Suguru is on the bed next to you, stroking your hair, kissing your head, his other hand holding your thigh. Satoru’s hands come to your thighs as he looks closer, at the perfect little cunt in front of him, puffy and glistening, just waiting for his tongue.

His eyes lock on yours, and he sees it, the hesitation, but the insane desire blowing out your pupils. His big hands grip your plush thighs, pulling you even closer to the edge of the bed, and he inhales you, that scent, the one that makes his mouth water. He’s exhaling against your cunt, and watches you jerk from just that, as he spreads your lips and sees how pretty you are.

“Your pussy? Perfect.” He says huskily, and you’re blushing again, looking so fucking pretty. Suguru is laughing softly.

“See, baby?” You nod, and one of your little hands comes to brush back his hair, and Satoru loses it at just that, at you arching your hips up, clearly so ready for him, wetter than he’d even seen a woman, and he’d seen so many. “Do you want him to make it up to you, being a dick?”

Satoru can’t even chuckle at his friend, he’s staring at your pretty cunt to desperately, imagining tasting it finally, he has to rub his cock over his trousers as it’s painfully pressing against them, straining the fabric. You look at Suguru, then back to Satoru, and let out a little whimper, and fuck if you whimper like that from his breath, from his fingers on your thighs?

How do you sound when he drinks you?

“Y-yes… if you want to, Gojo.” You say then, still so fucking sweet, and fuck it makes Satoru hate you more. He hates that you won’t call him his first name, but the one time you’d tried, he’d told you never to. And you just crumbled.

“Satoru.” He says then, and your eyes widen, lips opening then closing. “At least when I’m about to lick this perfect little pussy, huh?”

Your POV

His words make you melt holy fuck, you can’t even function, you barely manage to lick your lips, clearing your throat. He makes you feel sexier than you ever had, with just that hungry gaze, as Suguru had always tried to do, but something about the thirst in Satoru’s gaze really…

Fuck.

“Satoru.” You say softly, and he moans then, before diving between your thighs, and you cry out when he first slides his tongue up your slit, dragging the flat of it up your entrance until his tip hits your little clit with a flick. “Satoru!”

He moans on your cunt, and Suguru is watching you with an amused smirk, playing with your breasts, kissing you then. “You like that, Princess?”

You nod eagerly, as Satoru works you expertly, devouring you in fact, lavishing every inch of your cunt with his talented tongue. One of your hands is in Satoru’s hair, gripping it tight, and the other is in Suguru’s long locks, as your lips messily play. Suguru groans then, leaning back to watch Satoru working you, then back to your face, desire stark in his eyes.

“Ngh, fuck!” Satoru’s got your pussy wide open, sinking his tongue in your entrance, and you’re pulsing around it, as his nose bumps your clit, and you’re already close to cumming on him. “C-cumming!”

He peeks up at you with those perfect eyelashes, with those beautiful eyes, as Suguru is toying with your nipples and watching you unravel. “So easy, huh?” Satoru teases, smirking, and you see your arousal clear on his chin.

“F-fuck… you’re a demon.” You scowl, and then the two of them laugh, and Satoru’s breath is hot on your exposed little clit.

“And you taste so good. I see why Sugu can’t stop.” He winks, and you see it then, how fucking charming Satoru Gojo could be, when not furious at you. It takes grip of your heart.

“Cum on his pretty face, huh, Princess? Make him so messy.” Suguru urges you, and Satoru and you both groan, as he dives back down.

You grip Satoru’s snowy white hair, trying to anchor yourself as the pleasure spirals out of control. He’s so good at this, his tongue flicking and curling around your sensitive nub, his teeth scraping just enough to make you gasp. You can feel his hot breath on your wet folds, and it’s all too much.

“That’s it, I see it, let go.” Suguru knows you so well, and you do then, you fall apart as Satoru’s tongue drinks you up, his fingers digging hard into your plush thighs, so hard he’ll bruise you. Your core tightens and it all releases, as stars burst behind your eyes and you’re screaming.

“Satoru!” He groans against you, lapping all of your wetness up, literally fucking drinking you, and then Suguru’s slid down, shoving Satoru with his shoulder, and you giggle down at the two of them as the aftershocks rock you.

“My turn.” Suguru says, and Satoru scowls at him now.

“No, not done. One measly orgasm?”

“Mmmhm, go kiss her.”

“No, I’ll stay.” You can’t stop the soft giggle as you look down at the two gorgeous men between your thighs, fighting over you. You stroke Satoru’s cheek, and he looks at you wide eyed, then you stroke Suguru’s cheek, and he looks at you with that lidded gaze. You’re sitting up just a bit, and feel your core tighten again as each of their hands holds a thigh apart.

“Are you two fighting over my pussy?” You ask, and Sugu laughs, but Satoru glares at you. They’re both so different, you muse.

“It’s so yummy.” Satoru says with a pout, and Suguru chuckles, planting a sloppy kiss on your clit then, making your hips jerk, and Satoru eagerly watches your expressions, studying them almost.

“I never would expect this moment.” You murmur, as they stare at you so longingly now.

“He can eat pussy tomorrow, Shoko’s. I’ll stay here.” Suguru rolls his dark eyes then, sighing. But something about how Satoru says that?

Fuck.

“Work together, then, boys.” You finally say, and they looked at you with shocked eyes, before scowling at each other.

“No way!” They shout, but you’re rocking your hips up, and you watch their gazes so hazy, their mouths dropping open.

“Don’t wanna lick it together?”

“Nope.” They both answer together again, and finally Satoru sighs. “Oh fine, we have before, but I’m feeling selfish.”

“You’re very selfish already. Imagine when you fuck her.” Satoru’s eyes lock on yours again at that, and then you’re dripping out of your little hole, that’s screaming for them.

“Fine. Still gonna win.” Suguru snorts at that, but then you feel Satoru’s tongue lavish up your slit, to your clit, and you feel Suguru’s tongue gently teasing your entrance, and you can’t fucking take it. Your legs shake as you struggle to hold on to the sheets beneath you.

Fuck them two working on you? It feels so good.

Suguru’s mouth is joining Satoru’s now, their tongues swirling around your clit in a dance that drives you fucking insane. Your clit is twitching against the onslaught of their joined tongues, as you feel the vibration of their moans on your cunt. They’re working in tandem, and the feeling is indescribable, two mouths, two tongues, two sets of teeth, all focused on you.

Satoru’s tongue is hot and hungry, as those blue eyes stare up at you, and Suguru’s tongue flicks lazy and teasing, as his chocolate eyes look at you too. You’re falling apart at the seams as they bring you to the brink of ecstasy. You can’t think, you can’t breathe, all you can do is moan and arch your back, offering yourself up to them to feast on.

Satoru’s long finger slides into your cunt, stretching you, and Suguru’s finger follows, filling you up as they continue to suck and lick at your clit, their tongues touching, and it’s even hotter.

“Satoru! Suguru! Fucking… s’good!” You’re whining the words, and they moan eagerly, as they each slide a finger in you, rubbing together in your little cunt, and it’s so perfect you know you’re not going to last much longer, then you’re cumming harder than you ever had, all over them, as their tongues lavish you up.

They work your body, their fingers sliding in and out of you, rubbing against each other. And then, without warning, they hit your g-spot together, and you’re cumming again, your body arching off the bed, your pussy clenching around their fingers as they pump into you, not letting up until you’re a trembling mess.

They lean up then finally, Suguru leaving a sloppy kiss on your cunt, and you can feel your orgasm still pulsing through you, your walls still fluttering around the ghosts of their touch. You look down at them, and Suguru is smirking, his face covered in you, but Satoru is so serious, letting out a breathy cry you barely hear, kissing your thigh then, and you see his hand tremble.

“Holy fuck.” You murmur, dazed, and they both chuckle then, though there’s just something different about Satoru’s look. It’s like he…

You can’t place it really.

They lean up, and you kiss Suguru, tasting yourself on his lips, before you lean down and Satoru kisses you, possessively, sweet breath hitting your lips, mingling with your sweet arousal. He bites your lower lip, and you suck in a breath, as his hand slides up your body slowly, your hips, your waist, up to cup one of your breasts.

“You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” He says, and you shake your head shyly, looking down then. Suguru’s kissing your thighs, stroking them as you come down from your high, and then Satoru’s lips are on your ear.

You tense, as you feel his breath, tickling you, as his tongue runs down the shell of your ear, before his lips touch it. “Satoru…” You barely say it, it’s just a mouthing, really, when he brushes back your hair.

“You are perfect, it’s why I hate you so fucking much.” At that you shiver, looking back at him in surprise, but Suguru’s back up now, and you melt into his fervent kisses, clinging to his broad shoulders then.

“Hey now, clothes off, let me see you both.” You say softly, and they smirk, stepping back, but Satoru’s words are killing you.

Perfect?

He fucks models. You’re a short, hot little bartender sure, but you’re not a fucking runway model, not even close. Their legs are longer than your body. How could he find you perfect? Suguru so clearly loves all sorts of women you’ve never had to worry really.

Satoru’s words…

About Sugu and Shoko. They worry you. You had seen how close they were, they’d been friends forever, but she was so amazing, and you two played, but… Satoru had said he only wanted to taste you. What even was that? Something about that insane look in his eyes, even him saying he hates you… the feelings behind it are thrilling in the oddest way.

They’re sliding off their shirts now, and you watch the muscles in their arms and abs ripple. They're both so tall, broad and well built, Suguru is a little more muscular, Satoru is a little leaner, both cut within every inch of your life, both so gorgeous you get even slicker between your thighs.

“Holy fuck…” You murmur, and they smirk at you, as they then slide off their pants, and you see them, as their cocks smack their stomachs, full on hard.

You swallow hard, taking in their naked forms, you lick your lips wantonly, your heart racing as they approach the bed, and you realize that you’re going to have both of them. Suguru’s cock is thick and long, it’s one that you had still not gotten used to taking, a light brown that stands out against his pale skin, and it’s already hard, jutting out in front of him, begging for attention.

Satoru’s is a different type of beautiful, a bit longer, a bit thinner, and it’s got a curve that makes you ache to look at. Most notably, Satoru’s pretty pink tip is leaking precum already. You watch it hungrily as it drips out of his little slit, pearly and white, and his cock twitches under your gaze. He’s clearly… as excited as you.

“Holy fuck.” You say again, and they snort then, as you sit up, looking at the two men built like gods coming to you. Satoru’s blue eyes devour your body in such a way it feels like he’s touching you already.

“Cat got your tongue?” Satoru teases, and you’re enthralled by that, so different from the Gojo you know.

“You’re both so hot.” Satoru’s cheeks flush, as Suguru smiles, coming closer and brushing your hair back, making you sigh happily, he knows that’s your favorite.

“You’re so beautiful. Isn’t she, Satoru?” You look down, but Satoru’s tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.

“She’d be beautiful on her knees, don’t you think?” His husky voice ripples like waves through you, down to your core, and you suck in a breath then.

“She sure would be. Princess, on your knees.” You eagerly comply to Suguru’s soft command, and Suguru takes a place behind you, your knees sink into the mattress from the weight. Satoru is in front of you, his full lips glossy, eyes lidded, those snowy white lashes covering half of those baby blues.

“Will you hate me even as I suck you off?” You ask, a whisper really, and he smirks then, nodding. Suguru’s rubbing his cock between your glistening folds, and you cry out then, as Satoru bends down to you, pressing his lips on your forehead, then kissing over to your ear, making you even wetter, sensitive.

“I hate how much I want you. But I’m gonna love those pretty lips around my cock, love choking you.” He’s gripping your hair so tight it hurts, as Suguru’s pressing in your little entrance now, and you can’t handle it, you can’t handle what his words are doing.

You swallow nervously, looking up at him, and that’s when you feel Satoru’s cock at your lips, the salty taste of his precum hitting your tongue, and you moan around it, taking it in. You suck Satoru’s cock, feeling it swell with every suck, every lick, every kiss you give to that pretty pink tip. Suguru’s cock is at your pussy, pushing in, and you let out a moan around Satoru’s cock.

“So perfect. Take it all, baby girl.” Suguru whispers, and you nod, feeling him fill you up, stretching you beyond your means, but you’re… “Holy fuck baby, you’re drenched. Listen.”

He pulls out and then slams into your little cunt, and you hear it, the squelching sound of your soppy little pussy taking his thick length in, and you’re crying out around Satoru’s ridiculous length. He’s got his hands in your hair as Suguru’s are firm on your hips, starting to move his hips so his cock slams your throat then. You suck in through your nose, struggling to take all of it.

The heat of Suguru’s body behind you, his cock moving in and out of your tight cunt, and Satoru’s cock in your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair, fuck it’s all so, so good, especially when Satoru’s eyes drink you in, when he caresses your cheek so gently as he fucks your throat. You suck Satoru off like your life depends on it, as Suguru’s thrusts get harder.

You can feel the delicious stretch of it, the way Suguru’s sure thrusts are making your walls clench around him. You can feel Satoru’s hand tightening in your hair, his breath hitching as you deep throat him, and then he’s pumping his cock in and out of your mouth, whimpering along with Suguru’s moans, pulling back for a moment to let you breathe.

You lick your lips, tasting his precum and saliva, as Suguru’s slowly grinding against your cervix, and you’re trembling, holding yourself up on shaky arms now. Satoru’s caressing your jawline, lips opening like he wants to say something, but his eyes flicker to Suguru, then back to you. You want his cock back in your mouth, you can’t stand looking at how sexy it is in front of you.

Satoru’s POV

God, look at you, at the drool dripping out of your mouth from the side, at the precum on your lips like gloss, at your big, gorgeous fucking eyes. Eyes looking up at him with pure desire, as you open your mouth, sticking that little pink tongue out, reaching for his cock with your little hand.

“Satoru…” You murmur, in between moans, as Suguru’s steadily fucking you, and you clearly enjoy it, your little moans and cries make it evident. As hot as it is, Satoru doesn’t wanna see him fuck you. He doesn’t wanna see anyone fuck you.

Anyone but him.

Your tight throat feels so goddamn good, your mouth, hot and wet, and now you slide the tip of your tongue on his slit of his tip, lapping up the substance hungrily, and Satoru’s hair tangles in your messy hair, pulling. You whine at it, arching your back as you take more of Suguru, whose face his scrunched up as he groans in pleasure.

“You’re s’good, Princess… so fucking tight. Take me so well.” He urges you on, while you hungrily reach for Satoru, your eyes locked on his.

Fuck he hates you.

Why do you have to look at him like that!?

You’re wrecking his fragile control, but you destroy it when you shut your lips, letting him go and looking down. “Do I- mnh- need… tips?”

Your breathy whisper makes him hate himself more than he already does, if it’s humanly possible. He wants to tell you that he’s never had anyone suck him like that, let alone has he ever tasted anyone as good as you. But, if he does, you’ll fucking destroy him, won’t you?

“You’re good…” Amazing, mind blowing. “Just relax your throat, breathe through your nose, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, licking those tantalizing lips, as your breasts are swaying with each thrust. “I’ll do better. Lemme try again.”

You’re so eager, why? Why do you want to please him so bad? Why do you have to be so heartbreakingly beautiful as you stare up at his face. Fuck, you’re getting railed by his best friend and he keeps thinking how pretty your nose is, your cheeks, your stupidly pretty eyes. What the fuck is wrong with him, when he thinks he’d like to make love to you instead of this.

Fucking ruined him.

You ruin him existing and he can’t show it, no. He nods, smirking down at you then and grabbing your cheeks and holding your delicate face. “Begging to suck me, huh?”

You should be a bitch to him. You shouldn’t beg for him, he should beg for you, for your perfect lips. But you’re all too eager. “Please, Satoru.”

Fuck.

Your POV

Satoru’s fucking your throat in earnest now, and Suguru’s big hand smacks an ass cheek as he presses in, and you’re cumming, so fucking hard, you nearly collapse. Satoru has to hold you up, as you weakly cry, choking on his length as you’re pulsing around Suguru’s thickness.

“Oh my fucking… Princess, yes. Good girl.” You’re wrecked, at his words, as you’re steadily throbbing around his cock, and Satoru’s just holding you, his head tilted back as he shuts his eyes in pleasure.

Fuck you want to please this man.

Any praise he gives you is addicting.

Are you fucked up?

Suguru eases out of you then, tapping your hip, and you shakily sit up for a moment, as he generously rubs your back, kissing down your neck. “Getting sore like that, Princess?”

“Weak kneed. Oof, thank you, Sugu.” You look back at him, and he takes your face in his hand, kissing your lips, licking Satoru’s cock off you, and he moans, pressing his hands into your back firmly, easing your muscles.

“Different position for a bit?” You nod, flushing then, and Satoru and Suguru are each kissing up your neck, rubbing up and down the sides of your body. You’re clutching both of their strong backs, as they touch you everywhere, Satoru demanding and rough, Suguru gentle and experienced.

“Wh-what position?” You murmur softly. Satoru hums then, and lays on his back, looking fucking gorgeous, tapping his lap with a smirk. You flush, and Suguru chuckles, kissing down your cheek.

“You wanna ride his cock, Princess?” You bite your lower lip, looking at Suguru then. Should you feel bad you like this so much, you wonder? But Suguru’s urging you on, playing with your clit as he speaks, and you whine out.

“Yes… yes. I want to.” Satoru’s biting his full lower lip, as his cock juts at full attention, begging for you silently.

“Then come on, show me what ya got.” He says, as a challenge but there’s not malice in his voice, no his voice breaks almost. You shakily climb up, straddling him then, nervously looking back at Suguru, who comes closer, between Satoru’s legs, playing with your little clit and making you whine.

“Show him how good you are, baby.” You look back at Satoru, straddling his hips then, and gasp when you feel him tremble beneath you, his rippling abs moving with every brush of your skin. “I’m gonna watch.”

“Just watch!?” You ask, and he smirks, nodding.

“How many times do you just watch me with a girl? Why can’t I?” You cry out softly when Suguru smacks your ass, leaning back and stroking himself now.

“That’s true, I do sometimes like that.” You admit shyly, blush creeping on your face, before you look back to Satoru under you, bracing yourself nervously on his chest, as he grabs your hips, positioning his tip at your entrance.

“Can you take all this cock, brat?” He murmurs, and you laugh then, rolling your eyes at him.

“Sure can.”

“Uh huh.”

“Arguing even now?” Suguru says, and you ease down Satoru’s huge cock now, as it stretches your little hole, and you cry out, back arching as his mean tip pushes through your walls. “Oh fuck… good girl.”

“Mnh!” You ease down his length, until his cock is buried in your pussy, against your cervix, and your eyes shoot to his, wide at the sensation, as he grips your waist so tight his fingers dig into your ribs.

“Oh my fucking god…” Satoru murmurs, just staying there, blinking for a moment as he looks at you, and you feel his heart race under your palm. You barely lift and slide up, then back down, and your core tightens, your walls flutter around him, his eyes are rolling back in his head.

“Feels good, doesn’t she?” Suguru says, and you watch him now, through hazy eyes, reaching for him weakly, and he comes to you, kissing you, letting you stroke his cock, rock hard and dripping. “Fuck you’re hot baby. Show him what you can do.”

You nod, and Suguru is watching again, as you roll your hips, making Satoru whimper. Yes, mean Satoru Gojo is whimpering, nothing to say, under you. He’s pressing his hips up, as you sink down on him, soaking his thighs, even prepped as you were he hurt to take, it was like he was in your damn cervix, so you struggle to be able to move, up and down him.

“C’mere, brat.” He says then, and you lean forward, breasts in his face, which he eagerly begins to suck on, leaving loud pops as he lavishes them with attention, bucking his hips up and making you scream.

“Ohmyfuck- s’good, fuck!” You cry out when he begins thrusting inside you, as you lay there on him, back arched, and he’s groaning, big hands everywhere.

“Can’t ride cock, huh, am I too big, brat?” He whispers meanly in your ear, and your little hands grip his shoulders tight, whining.

“F-fuck you, Satoru.” You whisper back, and he moans, fucking up into you so hard you feel yourself unravel.

“Feel so perfect.” His meanness and his sweetness do insane things to your brain, when he kisses you then, and you’re falling off the edge, seeing stars as you begin to cum all over his cock. “Oh my… fuck.”

“Ngh! F-fuckkk!” You’re screaming as you have the most intense orgasm you ever have, as he presses and grinds, pumping into you and you’re soaking him so much he’s slippery in you.

“So wet for me, huh?” He mutters through gritted teeth, and you can do nothing, your head just lolling back, exposing your throat to his brutal kisses, as he overtakes everything you’ve ever been.

You’re horrible.

You love this.

“Wanna cum in you. Breed you.” His breathy words were only for your ears, lewd and nasty and so disrespectful, but fuck if you didn’t want them, fuck if they didn’t make you cum again all over his length, as you looked into blown out blue eyes.

“Mnhm… c-can’t… move…” Is all you manage to mumble, as he’s railing the fuck out of your sore little cunt, bruising your cervix.

“Come help her, Sugu, she can’t even function.” Satoru says, between huffs, as he slows his thrusts now, and Suguru kisses your slack lips, swiping up your drool, you eagerly attempt to kiss him back, to try to cling to him.

“Sugu…” You murmur incoherently, and Satoru’s moaning as you just sit there, your walls fluttering around Satoru.

“Back on your knees, Princess. You can suck me off, wanna feel that throat on my cock.” Suguru moans into your ear, and you nod, weakly. You ease off Satoru and your thighs won’t stop shaking, as Suguru flips you around. Now Satoru is behind you, and Suguru is in front of you, precum leaking from his tip. You lap it up, and he moans, gripping your hair.

“This ass… it’s this nice?” Satoru asks, as you peek back at him, and you giggle a bit weakly.

“You’re complimenting me again.”

“I’ve given you plenty. Pretty, perfect, tight, now I’m going overboard. You’ll get conceited.”

“Oh, like you? Ah!” Satoru thrusts in you. Too deep in this position and you whine, as Suguru wraps your hair around his fist, and you swirl your tongue around his tip.

“Shut you up, ha-fuck…”

“F-fuck… you… mmm…” You go back to sucking Suguru's cock, and he throbs in your mouth, groaning now.

“Will you all stop-ah- fighting? Fuck you feel so good…” Suguru's thrusts become more erratic as your little cunt is soaking every inch of Satoru, dripping down your cunt onto the bed. He grips you so tightly it's uncomfortable, reaching around to toy with your clit now, and you scream around Suguru's cock.

“Making such a mess, huh?” Satoru smacks your ass then with his big ass hand. “Dripping all over Sugu’s sheets.”

“I'm so fine with that.” They chuckle, and soon you feel Satoru thicken and pulse in you, and he gasps, pausing. Suguru also slows his rhythm, groaning and pulling back to tilt your chin up.

He looks at you sweetly but it's not the same hunger, is it?

You are horrible huh. You want this man that hates you this much.

When you have Suguru.

What's wrong with you now!? Suguru didn't get this way, did he?

Did he…

“Where do you want us to cum Princess?” You hesitate, clutching the sheets under you, whimpering and slamming your eyes shut when Satoru slides out then in you gently.

“I'll swallow you, you're always yummy.” You say, and he exhales, brows lowering.

“Fuck you're perfect, Princess.” At that you feel Satoru's fingers dig in, so hard you wince in pain.

“Where can I cum? Close… fucking stop tightening you brat!”

“I'm n-not!”

“Lies. Ugh.”

“You two… ugh. Where do you want Satoru to cum, baby?” You look back at him, at those blown out eyes, pussy drunk on you.

“Where do you wanna cum, Satoru?” He bites his lip, rubbing his hands up your back then.

“Inside you.” Suguru pauses then, as you and Suguru hadn't done that even. Your eyes catch his hesitation.

“Up to… you, Sugu.” You say then, and he hums to himself, before shoving his cock back in your mouth, and you suck it greedily, so close to cumming again even though Satoru barely moved.

“She hasn't done that yet, so no. But… paint her pretty body all you want.” Satoru exhales, and you feel him fuck you hard now, as Suguru begins to stutter, his hips jerking deep, and you're starting to cum around Satoru's length.

“Cumming so good for me, brat.” Satoru murmurs, and then, “Wanna cum in her. Ugh, fuck.” He pulls out then, and you feel his hot sticky ropes paint your ass, your pussy just barely.

Suguru is cumming now, pulling back so not to choke you, and you suck him up, salty liquid drip by drip, looking up at his brown eyes, as he lovingly caresses your face. But you suck in a gasp when you feel it.

Satoru pushing his cum inside your little pussy.

He acts like he's fingering you, but you fucking felt it, hot and tacky, going against what Suguru said. When you finish sucking up Suguru you arch your ass up for more, though, because you want it, fuck. And he's taking more of the cum around your lips and shoving it deep with two fingers, like he's claiming you.

You cum down from the high, Suguru is kissing you, tasting himself on your lips. Satoru comes behind you, kissing and biting your shoulders hard, and you're still covered in him. You turn to kiss Satoru but he hesitates, kissing your forehead instead, sweetly almost.

“Lemme clean you up.” Satoru says, and you smile sweetly as he gets up, leaving you and Suguru for a moment.

“Are you two getting along?” Suguru teases, and you blush, looking away. “I know you said cumming inside is kinda intimate.”

“Just because we're not monogamous. If we were um… I would. As it stands if you cum in other girls I'm not down.” He frowns as he looks at you.

“Do you want to have Satoru here tomorrow? With Shoko? Maybe you won't feel as left out. I hate when you feel that way.” You sigh then, as you feel the tiny bit of cum Satoru pushed inside your cunt sliding out. Satoru did that knowing he shouldn't.

But you loved it.

You wanted him to cum in you, and you love how fucking insane he is to do it. How wrong. Because he wanted you so bad.

What the fuck.

“Fucking Shoko? Yuck.” Gojo's cleaning your ass now, big hand pressing the back of your shoulder.

“You and her used to fuck around didn't you?” You listen curiously.

“Yeah yeah. I could play I guess but I don't look at her that way because she's too close to us.” You frown then, studying Suguru seriously, and he looks away then.

Huh.

“But I'll come and party with you heathens, if this brat wants me to.” Satoru brushes your hair back, and you look at him then. There is way too much unspoken shit. He just pushed his cum inside you. He only wants you.

“Hate sex is pretty fun.” You tease, and he laughs then, fuck his laugh is sexy, and Suguru joins, the tension lessened.

“No one has to do anything they don't want. But it's settled then, we'll all have fun I'm sure. You'll get to see her kiss a girl.”

“Hmm, true. Then I'm sold.” You all clean up, and get dressed, as Satoru goes to leave. You ache to go with him, as you see those eyes seriously study you.

“Night, Satoru. You all kiss and say good night, you're almost friends now.” Suguru teases, walking away, and you and Gojo stand there, staring at each other.

“Hate you.” He says, lovingly almost, caressing your cheek. And you gulp, stepping closer, running your hands up his hard torso, watching him inhale. “Hate that.”

“I'm starting to hate you too.” You say, looking at his lips, reddened from your kisses. “I know what you did.”

“You liked it, little slut.” He whispers meanly, glaring, breath against your lips as he holds your face in his big hands. “Admit it.”

“Fuck you, Satoru.” He slams his lips on yours, and he was right. Fuck yes he was right. You wanted it so bad.

“If I gotta touch anyone else I'll just think of you. Or I won't even get hard.” His whisper in your ear makes you tremble, so violently he has to hold you tight. “Sugu doesn't realize what he's got, or he'd have never fucking shared you. Perfect pussy. Perfect body.”

“Satoru… no, don't…” You whine as he slides his hand up your pajama shorts you'd put on, finding you embarrassingly wet, and he moans in your ear.

“I'd make you feel so perfect if you were mine. You're not though. What a fucking shame. So I hate you.” You nearly cum before he yanks his hand away, sucking on his fingers and shutting his eyes, moaning, and you're a goddamn wreck. Your eyes are full of unshed tears as you look at him, as he's turned your life upside down in one night.

“I hate you too. For… this. Fuck you.” He smirks, slamming his lips down on yours, and you taste yourself. Mixed with Satoru's sweet breath. Your hands entangle in his hair as you whine, desperate for him. “Hate what you make me feel.”

“Good, because same. Have a horrible fucking night because I hate you.” He's scowling down and you glare up, and he shatters your heart as you feel far too much.

“Get home safe then have a horrible night.” He smirks down at you, backing away then.

“Even when you try to be mean you fail. Get better.”

“You…”

“Bye bye. See ya tomorrow. Difference is I will only want you.” You stand there, tortured, as he leaves.

He leaves you with a million feelings, a million questions, and maybe you do hate him.

Because Satoru has ruined you, already.

Chapter 3

Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148437157#workskin

#gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujustu kaisen #geto suguru #geto x gojo x reader #geto x you #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk

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cal-flakes · 1 year

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.·:*¨ mean!rafe shouts at you - part two ¨*:·.

warnings: none tbh. fluffy rafe.

summary: rafe shouts at you for asking too many questions, but quickly regrets it when he finds you crying.

as your body quivers and trembles on the couch, hot tears cascade down your face. you try to make yourself as small as possible, curling up and sinking into the cushions. hesitantly turning the television back on, reluctant to make any noise as you don’t want to set him off again.

you choke on quiet sniffles, having not expected him to snap at you like that. in the next room, rafe let’s out a heavy sigh as his clammy palms brush over his face.

he tried to gather himself as quickly as possible, he didn’t want to let you sit there crying. after all, you hadn’t done anything wrong. he knew that, he knew you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

rafe got angrier with himself this time, for making his sweet girl cry. she didn’t deserve that, he thought.

rafe leant against the kitchen counter, deep in thought, the messy hair a telltale sign he had been out doing something shady, as usual.

giving in to the angel on his shoulder this time, he started off towards the living room, slowly. he was giving himself time to prepare to see the mess he made, that mess being you.

he stepped slowly through the doorway, not wanting to frighten you further. rafe took in the sight before him, his little angel curled up against the sofa, cheeks red and puffy from tears. rafe let out the breath he was holding, moving towards you.

you didn’t dare look up, not quite prepared for your boyfriend to raise his voice again. you knew he just wanted to keep you safe, but you also just want to keep him safe, despite him not understanding why.

“look at me baby” rafe called, his voice spoke softly now, the booming monster having seemed to disappear. reluctantly, you met his gaze. rafe’s eyes softening as he bore into your glassy ones.

reaching down, he cupped your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your flowing tears with his thumbs. “im sorry my sweet girl, i didn’t mean to shout, i just didn’t want you to worry” rafe pressed feathery kisses to your head as he lowered himself down next to you.

you nodded slightly, head still bowed. “i would never hurt you, okay? never. i just don’t want you to get tangled up in my problems”

rafe held you close to his side as you leaned into his chest. “you know i love you y/n, i adore you” rafe whispered, stroking the wispy hairs out of your face. “mhm” you answered, gathering up the courage to actually speak now.

sighing, rafe lowered his head to face yours “im sorry for shouting y/n, you didn’t do anything wrong” he almost pleaded, not wanting another second to be filled with your silence. “i know, im sorry for pushing.”

pulling you in for a suffocating hug, rafe’s lips met yours softly, another silent apology. kissing back, you allowed him to adjust your positions so you were suddenly straddling him as he lay under you. you pulled away from him and smiled sweetly, resting your head on his chest.

“whatcha watching?” you giggled to yourself at his question, thinking he’d find it childish. “tom and jerry” you mumbled, hoping he didn’t hear.

“really y/n? that’s what you do when im gone?” rafe poked your sides lightly, chuckling at the idea of you just sitting and waiting patiently for him.

#dom!rafe #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #mean!rafe #rafe cameron x fem!reader #soft!rafe cameron #obx #outer banks

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smuttykdrama · 9 months

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[Suhyeok x Bully!Hambie!Gwinam's Sister!Reader / All Of Us Are Dead]

Warnings: NONCON (Well, sort of? Suhyeok's saying no but he actually wants it?), Female Reader, Sub!Suhyeok, Dom!Reader, Smut, Degrading.

(A/N): So i just finished AOUAD and hOLY FUCK i need more Suhyeok smut. I'm a massive fucking domme so had make this idea into a fanfic!! I might make a longer one tbh, like a book on wattpad or something haha. Anyways, filth under the cut!

"What are you smirking at, you brat, huh? Answer me.“

You moved like a predator, dangerous and calculating, and Suhyeok panted pathetically before you even touched him. You'd roughed him up a little so he was too exhausted to dare to escape your clutches.

“Nothing! None of your business, Yoon (Y/N)."

As defiant and brave as ever, Suhyeok wasn’t going to give himself up without a fight, even if he didn’t want to win that fight anyways. You'd found him alone in a classroom full of zombies, fighting for his life. Luckily, you were there to help him out of that sticky situation...and into another one. You and your psycho brother, Yoon Gwinam, had both turned into a Hambie. Conveniently, Gwinam told you that Suhyeok was yours, as long as he have Cheongsan to torment. Nightmare siblings, everyone called you.

"Lee Suhyeok. I saved you. How are you going to repay me, huh?"

You picked him up from the floor like he weighed nothing, ripping his blazer and shirt apart almost instantly, shocking him. A part of Suhyeok felt violated, but another part excited him. He'd hanged with the school bullies before, hence he knew you, and secretly liked you and your fierce attitude.

"Come on, thats enough, (Y/N). Let me go. I have to get back to the others."

Your eyes widened in anger.

"Say that again. I dare you. Do you know what fucking bullshit i had to go through to finally capture you?!"

Suhyeok accidentally moaned as you cornered him and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging on it. You basically hissed, nails leaving tracks across the tanned, unblemished skin of his chest. He gasped, attempting to push you away as you sucked on his neck harshly, making sure not to bite him...yet.

“Wha- (Y/N)..stop - nnghh..."

Suhyeok trailed off, groaning, his adams apple bobbing up and down as you traced his neck. It made you thirsty for more; to claim him as yours, to hurt him more. There was nothing more erotic than a strong fighter submitting to you completely, unable to defend himself from your advances. The truth is, ever since Suhyeok stopped talking to you, your brother and the other bullies, day by day you grew more frustrated with him. And his stupid bravery. The fact that he's not yours. That hes so perfect and good and distancing himself from you. From evil.

"Please, (Y/N). I have to help our classmates -"

Oh come on. Even when he was being violated like this, Suhyeok was thinking of others. At this point he knows he’s going to be punished for even believing that you were a nice person. Because you were a possessive freak. A weirdo. Someone who’s entire existence is frowned upon. If only he knew what it was like to be infatuated with someone until you’d either kill a person, or them.

SLAP.

“Don’t you get it? You’re mine. Stay out of everyone’s sight. Don’t touch them, talk to them, look at them, or even breathe in their direction. I'll kill you if you go back."

Before Suhyeok could say anything else, he choked on his next words as you peeled your panties off and picked him up, thrusting straight onto him, his cock completely filling you up. In that moment, he felt himself crumble in front of you. In this very moment, all Suhyeok wanted was to feel alive again. To forget about the damn zombies. You felt the sweet sting of him stretching you open, filling you to the brim and you know you’d never feel this with anyone else. No matter how shady and unethical and terrifying you were, Suhyeok knew you were not the kind of woman you find twice.

“Are you fucking with me? You like this don’t you? You dirty little whore, Lee Suhyeok, enjoying being used by a filthy possessive girl like me. You want to be owned. Be thankful i haven't turned you already."

You weren’t taking your time, the way you’re fucking him into the wall—bucking your hips into his at a frantic pace and making him whine—it wasn’t for pleasure. No, he could tell by the way you’re keeping him close, not trying to change your angle to get deeper, that you wanted to possess him completely.

"Harder..."

He finally whispered, his eyes averting from your gaze as you fucked him into oblivion. The slapping of flesh was loud, and so was the sound of Suhyeok's ever so needy moaning. And your heavenly whimpers.

"(Y/N), fuck, im yours. I'm yours, so own me."

That's what you liked to hear.

[END]

#suhyeok #lee suhyeok #kdrama imagine #kdrama x reader #suhyeok x reader #suhyeok smut #suhyeok imagine #all of us are dead #all of us are dead imagine #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead smut #smut #dom!reader #sub!character #aouad #aouad x reader #aouad smut

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 7 months

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Brain went brrr on Frienships headcanon and reminded me that packs are a Thing™ in A/B/O so now my brain is brainrotting about how our boys' Friendo (when they're close enough as friends, gender dynamics don't mean squat) decided to declare to their bestie that they're a pack mate/family now.

I'm all about wholesome A/B/O tbh, nothing screams fluff than just platonic friends looking out for each other having all the cuddles in the world in cozy nests and then Friendo being hit with a sudden thought before declaring thou shall be my pack mate to the boys—

I went crazy and added basically everyone I've written for which means March gets to be part of the boys :P

I love wholesome :3

cw: omegaverse

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Lying there in the comfort of their shared nest everything is calm and content. There's no where they'd rather be and if anything came up it better be important because there is no way they're leaving this comfort surrounded by warmth, their mixed scent, and their dear friend. Just as their eyes begin to droop they're startled awake by a sudden declaration: "Thou shall be my pack mate."

Blade

Is silent at first before he melts further into the nest. He's a little unsure how to feel but he doesn't feel bad about the situation and grunts in response when they ask him if he heard them. He does worry about the future and their reaction to his inevitable death but they reassure him they'll stick with him till the end as pack mates do.

He's a bit quieter with his declaration but he's just as happy to become pack mates with them. He actually starts purring though it's just as quiet as his declaration. The mara doesn't bother him for quite sometime after becoming pack mates with them and their presence only seems to ease his pain even more.

Jing Yuan

Pretends to be asleep after their declaration but is truly freaking out. Pack mates are serious business so he's honored to be considered as someone to be their pack mate. Once he's done teasing them or rather calmed down enough he responds to their declaration in equal measure including the odd way they said it.

Eventually does go to sleep because of how exciting and comfortable everything is. He pulls them into his chest and curls around them purring in contentment.

Welt

Snaps out of his sleepy daze so fast it's like he took an espresso shot. He looks at them in shock and amazement before he asks them if they're sure they want to become pack mates with him. Gives them the cutest smile once they reassure him that they want to become pack mates with him and he agrees to become their pack mate.

He watches over them like he used to but everyone can see he's glowing with pride and happiness after becoming their pack mate.

Luocha

Teases them for their odd phrasing but he's happy of course, who wouldn't be happy to become someones pack mate after all? He agrees to be their pack mate without fuss and considers taking them on a trip to celebrate if they're not busy. It's a little hard for him to fall to sleep after they've made their declarations because he feels energized from the news.

His expression doesn't show much but he seems even more delightful to be around after this like a flower that's been freshly watered.

Dr. Ratio

Tells them that they're already pack mates considering their shared nest and all the other stuff they've done together. He does agree to become pack mates with them though he's a bit moody about it considering he had to make it verbally known to them. Now that he's more awake he grabs his knitting materials and begins to knit with shaking hands. He's got to get his overwhelming positive feelings out somehow.

He doesn't change too much after this but he does give them more handmade gifts and goes a bit easier on them when they've got some difficulties they have trouble solving.

Sampo

He...never expected this that's for sure. He's overjoyed honestly but he's taken aback considering his whole "shady" lifestyle. He does agree to be their pack mate though with some flare of his own.

After this he's a little more open about himself though it doesn't seem like much to others it's quite a bit for him. Definitely looks out for them should they ever get themselves into trouble, even if it's trouble he'd normally avoid.

Dan Heng

Confused by their wording but he's happy he really is he's just still tense from his past where he knew he had a pack but things didn't end so well for them. A little reassurance goes a long way in easing his worries and he agrees to be their pack mate though he's still anxious.

Looks out for them much more diligently than before but he does ease up if they ask, he's just worried is all. Has a noticeable kick in his step from the joy he feels knowing he's got a pack.

Caelus

Has the biggest dumbest grin you could imagine when the words register in his brain. He's so glad that they've chosen him to be his pack mate and agrees without hesitation. It's hard for him to fall asleep and might want to burn off some energy because he's overwhelmed with joy.

Looks after his new pack mate with pride and a little hop in his step. Everyone can tell he's they're pack mate and how much it means to him.

March 7th

At first she questions them about their oddly archaic language before what they said kicks in. Practically screams from how excited and happy she is. Tackles her new pack mate and hugs them as tightly as she can without hurting them.

She's never had a pack mate before- at least as far as she can remember- so she's pretty excited and touched to be chosen as her best friends pack mate. After that she'll take a celebratory photo of them in their shared nest and declare right back that they're her pack mate as well.

#honkai star rail a/b/o #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #welt x reader #luocha x reader #dan heng x reader #march 7th x reader #caelus x reader #sampo x reader #dr. ratio x reader #honkai star rail omegaverse

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hadesrise · 2 years

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meet the addams.

previous part.

summary ➳ the bat family meets the addams family

pairings ➳ jason todd x addams!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, strong language, pet names, hesitant bruce, weapons, typical addams family behavior ( homicide, dark humor, weird, etc ), jason and reader being a simp for each other, the addams being wholesome as always, implied reader’s atheism (i think the entire addams are atheist tbh), mention of torture

author’s note ➳ wow, hades updated !! shocking, i know. i'm sorry for the long hiatus and inactive, i wasn't okay and it was difficult for me to write when my mind was in such a messed up state. mental health can be a bitch, you know :D i'm trying to recover, and went back on writing again. hope this was a good comeback.

Letting his family meet you hadn’t crossed Jason’s mind at all until that very day when his annoying older brother caught him by the ice cream truck buying a dark chocolate and a mint chocolate flavored ice cream.

Dick was on officer duty patrol in undercover civilian clothes that afternoon, walking around the streets of Gotham in hopes of catching some shady business going around the city or just someone doing a simple act that goes against the law, being a good police officer that he is. Though, instead of seeing criminals like he assumed he would, his most rebellious little brother dressed in bad boy-ish clothes as usual buying ice creams caught his eyes.

He was supposed to walk right past since there really is no reason to approach Jason, but seeing him sit down next to a mysterious, old fashioned, well-dressed, expensive looking guy in all black with sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose and give the dark chocolate flavored ice cream to? Now, Dick certainly can’t walk past without knowing about you because he’s a little shit who just can’t help but stuck his nose into his brother’s business. That and, well, he also found you really cool. There’s not a thing in this world that can stop Dick Grayson from wanting to befriend someone who seems cooler than the Dark Knight himself.

So, in all his glory, Dick approached Jason with his usual charming smile dancing across his lips.

“Oh, god...” Jason groaned in annoyance as soon as he spotted the grinning male, rolling his eyes. Peace seems to never be an option whenever he takes you around the city for simple walks.

“Jason, are you uttering your all father’s name religiously or simply as an expression as of the moment?” Your elegant yet soothing, deep voice speaks out a sentence composed of well thought words and syllables, innocent curiosity behind the gentle tone.

Dick takes a mental note that your way of speaking sounded similar to the way humanity used to speak centuries ago, when everything was still old-fashioned and technologies hardly ever existed. It made him feel like you came from the past, as if he was witnessing the existence of a time traveler. Stopping in front of you two, he gives you a charming grin as soon as your eyes catches his. A hint of curiosity and wonder flashed within them behind the dark shades of your sunglasses before they were gone in an instant, replaced by a questioning look instead.

“May I help you?” You simply asked, but Dick doesn’t fail to notice the sudden drop in your previously soft tone and the piercing, calculated gaze holding wariness as well as subtle suspicion.

“Sorry, I’m Dick Grayson. I was curious about the person Jay’s hanging out with, I couldn’t help myself but approach.” He elaborates himself while trying his best to ensure he wasn’t a threat through body language, relaxing his figure. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out a little.”

Recognition flashed in your face, brows raising only barely to show subtle surprise, “Jason’s older brother. The name’s (Y/n) Addams. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You smiled, and even something just as simple as that looked graceful in Dick’s eyes.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, you were enchanting to look at as everything you do or say was captivating. How Jason managed to pull you was beyond him.

“Nice to meet you too,” He says back with a soft smile.

Even though his little brother hasn’t introduced you yet to their family, at least you seemed to know about them. Hopefully, nothing unpleasant has been said, but Dick doubts Jason would hide his trauma from you, considering how he was leaning to your side now subconsciously, as if being away from you will bring back awful memories.

He was worried about his practically traumatized-for-life little brother living alone, but it appears he didn’t have to worry at all.

“What are you doing here, Dick?” Jason more of grumbled, annoyed that your date has been interrupted. Almost automatically, one of your hands move to settle itself on his thigh to give it a gentle and soothing rub to ease his growing annoyance, while the other held your dark chocolate ice cream that you had begun eating with clean manners. He relaxed in an instant after feeling your touch.

“I think you should introduce (Y/n) to our family, Jay.” Dick suggests with enthusiasm that didn’t match Jason’s, not really answering his question. “They would want to know who you’re going out with. We can all have a dinner together!” There was excitement shining in his eyes as he shrugged his shoulders, trying to remain nonchalant despite his body language practically screaming excited.

Your lover groans, “Why the hell do they have to know who I’m going out with?”

Amusement crosses your face as you smirked, licking off the small bits of ice cream that got on your lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I’m certain my family will be more than happy to meet them.” Jason gives you a look, to which you responded with an innocent smile. “Oh, mon amour. What could go wrong? I have been looking forward to meet your family, but you’ve never considered to bring me there. It’s a little concerning how you seem too hesitant to let them meet me.” You pout, feigning sadness.

Your lover widens his eyes, panic appearing in them as he gripped your hand that was on his thigh after realizing what you were implying. “That’s not what it looks like, babe! I just don’t want you to meet them ‘cause they can be a bit unbearable. Bruce is the worst person you could ever meet,” He scrunched his nose. “It’s not you I don’t want them to meet, it’s them I don’t want you to meet. There’s a difference. You’re never the problem.”

You chuckled at his quick attempt of elaboration.

Jason feels his cheeks redden at how deeply elegant and amazing your laugh sounded; it never fails to make his heart go haywire even after all this time. You manage to effortlessly make him fall in love with you deeper and deeper every day without even meaning to.

“Worry not, darling. I was just teasing you. I’m far from upset.” Reassuring him, your hand gently cups his cheek to rub the skin comfortingly. “Let me meet them once you’ve gotten rid of your doubts completely, my Jason. It isn’t necessary to rush.” You then let go of his face to push some of his hair away from his forehead before leaning back to continue eating the ice cream.

Dick witnessed a starstruck smile spread across Jason’s lips in an instant, the way his expression was so soft when looking at you, how his emerald eyes that usually held pent-up rage towards the world sparks brightly in love and adoration.

Huh. He’s never seen his brother this happy and content.

Maybe you are Jason’s one true love.

“Dick,” Jason calls out after watching you eat your ice cream with a barely hidden happiness. You looked happy to meet one of his family even though you haven’t said anything, and he was willing to throw away his pride if it meant making you happy.

“Hm?” Dick hummed, smiling when Jason glanced at you and looked back at him.

“Tell the others.”

That was all he needed to let out the excitement he was holding in, beaming at you two. “Right away, little bird!” He doesn’t waste a time to pull his phone out of his pocket, “I’m going then. It was nice meeting you, (Y/n). I’ll text you when!” He waved his hand and walked away, already dialling Bruce’s number.

Jason watched him go incredulously. “Did he just come here to convince me to introduce you?”

You chuckle under your breath, “Perhaps. Your brother has sorted out his priorities well.” However, a frown appears on your lips when you turned to Jason. “Do you genuinely feel comfortable letting my family meet them? We could always cancel, mon amour. There are many other fascinating activities we can bother ourselves with.”

Jason felt his heart swell at your gentle tone and concerned eyes, making him feel loved in many different ways. You don’t even realize that you’re slowly healing his troubled heart with simple things like this. He already knows you love him more than the Guillotine itself (which is a really big deal since nothing except him could ever beat your love for it) as you’ve always told him before, but the way you treat him, talk to him, and look at him just adds so much weight on your words. You don’t just tell him you love him — you show it in the most perfect, best, casual ways.

Intertwining his hand with yours, he brought it up to rest on his chest, hiding how overwhelmed he was with the love for you. “Like what, sweetheart?” Faint amusement laced his tone as he already knew the answer.

“Like slicing or shooting criminals, of course.” You winked before bringing your intertwined hands to press a kiss on his knuckles.

Jason laughs, and you admired the way he threw his head back to let the sound escape. “Knew you would say that!” He wheezed, before calming down to kiss your knuckles just like you did to his. “But it’s really fine, (Y/n). I want to introduce you and your family to mine.” His expression then turns apologetic, “ ‘m sorry if it seemed like I was keeping you in the shadows.”

You shake your head and leaned in to capture his lips in a peck, a gesture to let him know you didn’t mind. “If you were keeping me in the shadows, we wouldn’t be having a date out in the open where any of your family can see me. Don’t be apologetic, chéri. I’m nowhere near upset.”

Letting a smile break out, Jason leans in to kiss you more longer this time before pulling away.

Just like that, you both sat on the bench and ate ice creams in comfortable silence, holding each other’s hand.

Dick, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Cassandra and Stephanie all stood in front of the Wayne Manor with barely contained excitement, waiting for the infamous Addams family and Jason to show up.

Dick was mainly looking forward for his family to see the side of Jason no one had ever seen before, Tim was occasionally standing on his tiptoes to see if any car was nearing, and Damian was keeping himself still but his body practically trembled with excitement due to being a fan of your vigilante persona for a long time. Barbara had a smile on her face with a hint of nervousness, while Cassandra and Stephanie talked to each other to calm their nerves.

Even without research, the Addams family was quite the celebrity family in Gotham because of their richness that seemed to tie with Bruce Wayne, but moreover, they were rather infamous for being “weird” and gothic as those experts for minding businesses that aren’t their own paparazzi claimed. The Wayne family didn’t really need to dive into the deepest parts of internet in their computer; one newspaper — with the front cover of five people with gothic outfits standing in front of the big ass almost-castle-house — dedicated entirely to the weird family already helped.

Only thing they needed to research about was you, and surprisingly, it wasn’t hard to find information about your vigilantism — which is how all of them realized not only was Jason dating the person Damian idolizes more than his own father, but also the one who brutally tortured and straight-up dumped Joker into Arkham Asylum. Needless to say, it kinda made sense to them that Jason’s dating you, though Bruce wasn’t pleased.

The gates being opened to a black limousine caught their attention, making Cass and Steph break their conversation to watch the car drive closer before eventually stopping in front of them. A butler, who took them by surprise due to his seemingly inhuman looks similar to the Frankenstein monster, got out to open the door.

A man wearing a black suit with white stripes was the first to come out of the limousine as he smiles cheerfully at them, helping his wife to step out. Cassandra’s jaw dropped at the beautiful woman with black, long and silky hair who gives them an enchanting, almost hypnotizing smile.

Next to step out were a boy wearing black and white striped shirt and a girl who had her hair braided on two sides. The boy gave them an all too adorable friendly smile, but his sister only held a blank face as she observed each of the Wayne members. Finally, Jason got out together with you, all of them noticing your intertwined hands.

Your lover raised his brows, “Why are you all here?”

“Well, Bruce said we didn’t have to, but we wanted to welcome you here.” Dick shrugged, nodding at you. “Good to see you again, (Y/n).”

“Likewise, Dick.” You smile. “Greetings, ladies, gentlemen. The name’s (Y/n). This are my parents Gomez and Morticia,” Your parents greet them with a nod and friendly smile. “And my siblings Wednesday and Pugsley.” Pugsley waves his hand, enthusiastic to meet Jason’s family, while Wednesday crosses her arms above her chest and simply nods without a word.

Dick was grinning at your siblings because of their adorableness, not even the slightest bit bothered by Wednesday’s lack of emotion. Cassandra and Tim were gawking at Gomez and Morticia, how they seem so perfect and gorgeous, not only each on their own but together as well. Stephanie and Barbara beamed at you while Damian observed Wednesday and Pugsley, but there wasn’t any hint of malice or bad intention in his eyes — just curiosity. The Addams family sure are good looking individuals.

“Uh — hi,” Tim was the first to speak out of the Wayne’s, awkwardly waving his hand because of the fact he felt as if the Addams were ethereal beings due to their beauty. “You... You all look beautiful. I’m surprised.”

Wednesday’s brows raised as you tilted your head slightly to the side, looking confused. Morticia and Gomez exchanges a glance from not knowing what to say, while Pugsley smiled nicely at Tim despite the truth of being called beautiful feels like an insult. Yours and your family’s reaction immediately worried the Wayne children; none of you seemed pleased or happy with the compliment Tim gave, in fact, you kind of looked offended.

Seeing his siblings getting worried that they might’ve done something wrong, Jason clears his throat to catch everyone’s attention and successfully did so. “What he means is you all look deadly and loathsome. He wasn’t trying to offend you in any way, he just isn’t used to our ways of compliment.” He elaborated with a genuine look, and his siblings looked taken aback that he seemed really calm and gentle with you and your family. Jason have always had anger issues; his rage was explosive everywhere he goes and the main victims of it were criminals, but sometimes it was directed entirely at Bruce because of their unpleasant history.

He was never known as a calm person even in the family. Always seemed on edge, like a walking bomb that’s ticking every second, unknown by people how to stop it from exploding so suddenly. However, as Jason stands with you holding your hand tightly, his entire demeanor was almost completely different from what his family was used to. He was as calm as a wind that caresses the Mother Nature so softly in fear of disturbing her and as gentle as anyone who holds a little kitten in their hands — there was no ticking time bomb, just a soft man caring and pouring his heart and love out to his awesome lover. Jason looked comfortable around you and your family, extremely to the point that he hadn’t noticed practically calling himself an Addams. It made his siblings’ hearts swell with happiness.

“Oh,” Morticia sighed in relief, and even just that felt and looked so heavenly. “We’re sorry, my dear. We weren’t aware of that. I was afraid you found us tolerable.”

Tim chuckles, not really knowing what to say. He was visibly confused, though from what he was able to pick up on, negative comments seems to be taken as positive ones in your family. While most of them were confused just like Tim, Damian quickly understood how compliments worked within the Addams and smirked fondly.

Dick finally gathers his thoughts to clear his throat, “Well, let’s go in now, shall we?”

As your family nodded in sync, you turn to Jason while fixing your collar with the empty hand. “Love, do I look menacing? I have to look presentable when meeting your father. I despise looking good.” You stated, checking your outfit and trying to fix where you found unpresentable.

It’s rare to see you fidgeting and uneasy, making Jason smile. He knew you lose your composure only when it comes to him and it made him feel so loved, appreciated, and important. “You always look menacing, babe. Could scare off any children that passes by.” He compliments, bringing up your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours.

The corner of your lips twitched up, squeezing his hand back as amusement and adoration shows themselves on your expression. “That’s very lovely. This is why I loathe you.”

The flirting between you and Jason was so natural that even Damian wasn’t affected by it — he’s mostly disgusted and cringed out when people flirt in front of him, but for some reason, Jason flirting with you didn’t bother him at all. Perhaps, because it isn’t a modern type of flirting where couples show disgusting amount of PDA or say things halfheartedly just to make their partner feel good, but rather, it’s one that uses old-fashioned yet romantic language which truthfully comes from the heart. You and Jason flirt with respect for each other, where neither of you objectify nor sexualize the other.

There was a clear unspoken understanding between you, which was shown in just this little flirtatious moment. The way you show your love for each other might be old-fashioned and out of ordinary in this modern day, but it’s honestly more romantic than any of the modernized ones.

“You two always flirt,” Wednesday spoke as she swiftly turned around to meet yours and Jason’s eyes. “It would’ve been more perfect if you were holding a human heart and giving it to each other.”

Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie all widened their eyes at her opinion — is she telling you to kill someone, take their heart out, and give it to each other to show your love? That wouldn’t be a romance anymore; it’ll be a dark romance.

However, you only shrugged your shoulders while Jason chuckled in amusement, as if that comment was as normal as seeing trees and nature everywhere. Neither of you were even concerned with what Wednesday said. “There’s precisely a possibility of that occurring, though it’s not yet now.” You responded calmly, as expressionless as Wednesday but slight amusement littered your tone.

The others tensed at your statement with the exception of Damian, who only smirked in pride, as they all remember the news of Joker getting dumped into Arkham Asylum by a vigilante that isn’t Batman. Like mentioned before, Joker was in a really bad shape when he was quite literally thrown into the Asylum, very visible signs of torture coating his body everywhere.

When Bruce visited, it was worse than how the media portrayed it to be. Tongue cut off, fingers broken and two missing, heavily concussed, several cuts along his face and body, and bruises covering most of his body parts. Worst of it all was that Joker didn’t seem like himself anymore; he does laugh — never had been a time when Joker didn’t laugh — but it wasn’t his typical laughter. All the mockery, self-confidence and cockiness weren’t there. Instead, fear and paranoia filled the laughter Bruce was so used to hearing. It was so uncharacteristic and very unlikely of Joker.

He’s finally put behind bars for good, but how the fuck can a vigilante absolutely destroy the Joker? He was indestructible yet you managed to break him so bad that his insanity got flooded with immense fear rather than the urge to kill everyone and everybody for no reason.

And as they stand in front of you now, none of them can even imagine how such a gentleman like you could’ve broke him completely. You seem so respectful, sweet, gentleman, and lovely that it’s almost impossible to believe you were the one who did it. But everyone should always expect the unexpected, right?

“Dick,” Jason’s voice snaps the oldest boy out of his own thoughts as he nods his head towards the door. “Let’s go in.”

The Grayson only hummed, turning around to open the door and gesture inside with his other hand, bowing a little to show respect. Morticia and Gomez smiled pleasantly and brightly, touched by his manners as they enter. Wednesday followed next with a usual expressionless face, and Pugsley said “thank you” first before entering, then Jason pulled you along with him at last. The door closed behind Damian who was the last to enter.

“Welcome,” Bruce immediately greeted as soon as all of your eyes met his, and your parents doesn’t hesitate to smile respectfully and kindly at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Gomez steps forward with his hand extended to shake Bruce’s hand before gesturing to his wife standing beside him. “She’s my wife Morticia and these are my children. Perhaps, you already know about (Y/n)?”

Bruce’s unreadable gaze shift from your father to you, attempting to figure out your characteristics by just looking. However, despite the nervousness you’re feeling, you didn’t fail to compose yourself and appeal confident with the usual emotionless expression on your face. Your gaze sparkling darkly under the light made him feel uneasy somehow, as if you knew all of his dirty little secrets and his entire characteristics as well as personality and attitude without analyzing that much.

Truth be told, you heard Bruce’s attitude from Jason when he opened himself up to you. Your Beloved was extremely traumatized by what happened with Joker that it affected the way he saw the world; it should’ve been that way too with Bruce because he’s Jason’s adoptive father — yet what really happened was the complete opposite.

Bruce may not have had an ill intent of dismissing or ignoring what happened to Jason, but to continue living like Joker didn’t kill his second son made him unlikable on your list. You’re a very respectful person as Gomez and Morticia didn’t raise you to be an awful entity, and you would never want to go against your lover’s adoptive father — although, that does not mean you accept his morals.

Hiding the unsettled feeling building up in his stomach, Bruce attempts to smile at you and shake your hand. “So you’re (Y/n). I’ve only ever heard once about you.”

Only the corner of your lips twitched, a barely formed smile appearing as you shake his hand, eyes still piercing through him like a dagger. “And I’ve heard a lot of... things about you, Mr. Wayne.” The calculative tone in your voice set an alarm within Bruce’s head and he would’ve pulled his hand away from your grasp if it wasn’t for his conscious mind forcing himself to calm down. “Be not afraid — You’ll see no judgement here.” You gave him a pointed look.

Jason quickly goes behind you and wraps an arm around your waist, the soft look on him being noticed by everyone present in the room. “Babe, let’s have dinner first. You’ll absolutely love Alfred’s cooking. They’re hella tasty.” He compliments, winking at Alfred who stood at the side. Alfred smiled with gratitude.

Bruce notices the way a small bit of light shine on your dead-like eyes as soon as you looked at Jason. “Well then, may we?” You shift your soft gaze from Jason to Bruce as you tilt your head slightly to the side.

From then on, the peaceful dinner began with mainly your parents and Bruce sharing thoughts about their own children while the others watch with a smile as Damian starts a conversation with you, the one he idolizes the most. It’s surprising to see Damian being really talkative — for the first time ever, he was being an actual child, asking you questions after questions with his eyes sparkling in joy. Not wanting to ruin this seemingly precious moment for Damian, everyone just decided to listen and chime in only once in a while when they feel like it. You were extremely patient with Damian the entire time he was bombarding you with questions, answering all of them without getting annoyed.

Jason felt relieved to witness the dinner going smoothly.

Truth be told, he was secretly worried about it turning into a disaster due to your vigilantism — Jason knew how Bruce felt about you after realizing you were the unnamed vigilante that nearly killed the Joker, and he thought Bruce would bring it up right away soon as dinner started. Luckily, he didn’t. It made Jason sigh in relief and relax on his seat, smiling as he watched you talk with his siblings.

However, perhaps it was too soon.

“(Y/n), how long have you been a vigilante?”

Jason immediately froze at Bruce’s question. The chit-chatting within the dining hall quickly falls into silence as everyone, too, froze — except the Addams family, who were still eating calmly and quietly, unbothered.

You first swallowed the food you were chewing before wiping your mouth elegantly with a napkin and not even hesitating to meet Bruce’s piercing eyes. “Since I was a child, Mr. Wayne.” You answered simply.

Bruce leans on the table, taking it slow. “Why did you become one?”

You felt Jason squeezing your hand under the table, as if to say you don’t have to answer everything. Though, you still did. “One of our ancestors was a vigilante, although he was hanged alongside his wife’s burning body when a rumour spread that she was a witch. He’s quite the legend within our family, you see.” Dick, Stephanie and Barbara’s jaws dropped. “I could say I was inspired by him. Although the sole purpose of my vigilantism is to bring justice to those who were rejected, neglected, and ignored by our unpleasantly ridiculous, worthless justice system.”

Feeling nervousness radiate off of Jason from how he squeezed your hand even more strongly, you gently hold and knead his hand to give him relaxation. After he stopped squeezing and slightly calmed down, you readjusted his hand so your and his fingers would intertwine with each other. You could feel him staring, but you never avoided eye contact with Bruce.

“To bring justice...” The Billionaire trails off meaningfully, as if it was something he wasn’t expecting to hear from you. “Was that your way of bringing justice?�� The sharpness in his tone clearly gave everyone an idea of what he’s talking about.

However, despite the tension thickening and Bruce’s eyes narrowing in judgment, you kept your composure with an expressionless face, nerves surprisingly as calm as water flows. There wasn’t anything you were feeling at the moment, just the patience you need to deal with Jason’s shallow-minded father.

“I’m most definitely certain yours and my understanding of justice varies.” You immediately responded without missing a beat. Bruce’s eyes pierced through you, but your (e/c) eyes were much worse. It was reading him thoroughly, looking into his soul, his mind, feeling as if you knew everything.

“Though, I must admit for everyone’s knowledge, just so no one is left unaware — I tortured Joker not to seek justice for my lover, but to feed my vengeance and urge to revenge.” Your dark eyes glinted in amusement under the lights as the confession slips from your mouth with no restraints, like you’re just talking about nonchalant things. That’s not the only thing that made a cold shiver run down everyone’s spine; it was also the way your supposedly expressionless face completely shifted for the first time only to form a dark, prideful, egotistical look, accompanied by a smirk which obviously stated you weren’t regretful.

Now, there’s no way Bruce would take it lightly.

Sensing the events had turned out more worrisome, Jason tries to tug on your intertwined hands. “(Y/n), sweetheart, we should—”

Your cold gaze avert towards him, and it softened only a bit. “Apologies for interrupting you, my love, but leaving our dinner without finishing them would be disrespect to the person who cooked them for us.” You placed a gentle kiss on the back of Jason’s hand to assure him. “Worry not so much. Your father and I are only getting to know one another.”

As soon as your cold and piercing eyes returned to him, Bruce immediately feels an unsettling feeling in his gut as his heartbeat quickens. He could see it’s easy for you to deal with him or this kind of confrontation — the dangerous thing he noticed about you is that you never lose composure and patience regardless if the situation at hand benefits you or not. The only time you’ve probably ever lost your collectedness was with Joker, whom you actually had every right to get absolutely livid at. You love Jason more than words could ever tell, Bruce can easily see that, but your actions not lining up with his morals made it difficult for him to accept you willingly.

While the Addams simply minded their own business by continuing to eat, the others couldn’t find it in themselves to act like there was no tension rising in the air. They knew this confrontation was coming, but witnessing it unfold before their own eyes isn’t easy. Most of them had to swallow the lump that formed in their throat, with Damian being the only one who isn’t nervous in the slightest.

“Mr. Wayne, I have a deep understanding of your morals and the regulations you’ve set in this home... how none of your family is allowed to kill criminals.” You stated with a smile that was barely visible, though respectful nonetheless. However, it instantly vanishes. “But I must remind you one thing — just because you believe your morals are correct does not make it righteous in any way.”

That certainly struck a core in Bruce.

“We, humans, are incapable of finding the correct morals that all of humanity would agree on. You may believe your morals are absolute and there could be a wonderful soul who has developed the same belief as you, but it would never be everyone.” Your hand gracefully gestures to the people in the dining room to emphasize your point before it comes to rest on the table as you intertwine it with your other hand. “You see, humans are not humans without distinctive differences, and pushing your own standards on others likely causes more harm than it should help put them in control.”

The way you’ve said every word with such grace and elegance was nothing but fascinating as everyone found themselves suddenly voiceless. Your every gesture and movement showed an exquisite manner no other human beings were blessed with, alongside your use of sophisticated language that silently told your high level of intelligence. Other than that, Bruce was speechless from how much your words contained truth and wisdom only a philosopher has. He had never seen nor met someone so wise as you.

Perhaps, that’s why you’re so intimidating — every bit of your intelligence and attitude is your very own power no one else could ever have.

Taking a deep breath, Bruce clears his throat to find his voice and meets your eyes. “Are you implying I should accept how different yours and my morals are?”

“Precisely,” You answered without hesitation, sipping the wine Jason had poured for you when the dinner started. “My morality is concerned with the victims, not the perpetrators nor myself. Your morality is concerned with your inability to control your murderous urges when committed.” Bruce inhales sharply, making your eyes glint since he proved you right.

Gomez and Morticia smile to themselves as they felt proud of how you’re always able to point out things others usually don’t or can’t. Despite your brutal honesty, there is clearly respect within the way you speak to Bruce, which is why neither of them stopped you from defending and proving yourself. Helping you was not in their options; they knew you can handle yourself perfectly fine with the number of times you’ve put people in their place physically or verbally.

“(Y/n), baby... It’s okay,” Jason quietly attempts to stop you, knowing those words were intentionally spoken to strike a nerve in his non-biological father.

He knew how your blood boiled when you found out Bruce didn’t kill the Joker because of his ridiculous morality. He can still remember the way your eyes always darkened at even the slightest mention of Batman or Bruce Wayne. It took two years for you to overcome your wrath on the billionaire before you went after the Joker.

Before you could respond to your lover, Bruce caught your attention again with a simple question — “Why did you do it?”

You look back at him, seeing him staring at you and waiting for an answer. The corner of your lips lifted. “Well, wouldn’t we do anything for love?” Bruce's brows raised at the warm look on your face, not knowing your face was capable of making such expression. “No one hurts my soul and live freely without heavy consequences.” You shrugged, looking heavily smug.

Wednesday scoffed, “You should’ve just put a curse on him. It would have saved you all the trouble and exhaustion.” She looked at you as if what you did was the most incorrect thing in the world.

“No, should’ve electrocuted him!” Said Pugsley with a grin. “It didn’t make me insane when Wednesday did it to me, but it could break his mind.” Everyone’s face shifted into a look of shock at the sudden revelation.

“Now now, children.” Morticia interrupts, “What (Y/n) does to his enemies should be decided by him and him only. You don’t decide for (Y/n).”

“Well, Joker hurt Jason and he’s our brother. Nobody hurts my brothers and lives.” Wednesday responded immediately with empty eyes seeking vengeance, stabbing the steak with a fork and making Dick, Tim and Stephanie flinch.

You threw a knife at her with a single flick of your wrist, just narrowly missing her face, stabbing the wall behind her. She doesn’t flinch and instead gives you a look, which you ignore and reach for another knife to cut your steak with. “Manners, Wednesday. If you wish to stab something, search for someone that would be worthy of it, not a supper.”

“You missed on purpose,” Wednesday complains, annoyed.

You sarcastically smile, “Perhaps, I wouldn’t intentionally miss again if you’re respectful towards a supper.”

She glared, “Miss again and I’ll dump you in a paint full of pastels.”

You just rolled your eyes at her tactics while Jason bursts into laughter, knowing how much you and your family hate pastels. To the Addams, pastels and joyful people are the most insufferable matters in the world. There’s nothing you all hate more than that.

His father and brothers couldn’t believe what happened in front of them. None of the Addams, even Jason, cared that you just threw a knife at Wednesday. In fact, your parents were far from concerned as they only watched with warm smiles on their faces, because truthfully that was just you and Wednesday bickering. It’s nothing serious although others might disagree.

“Apologies for our children, Mr. Wayne.” Morticia says casually after Wednesday had returned to eating her dinner, making Bruce turn to look at her. “They’ve always bickered even when they were just a child. (Y/n) and Wednesday in particular, they liked to attempt burning each other alive ever since hearing the story of one of our ancestors who got burned at the Salem Witch Trials. Children love those stories, you know.” She places a hand on her chest, right above her heart, smiling at her children.

“Wait, hold on— You tried to burn each other alive?” Dick was the one who questioned what everyone couldn’t find their voices to ask about, too shocked and horrified that attempting to kill each other seems so natural and normal within the Addams family.

“Yes, for the record.” You answer without looking up. “Being burned alive is classified as the most painful, agonizing way to die, which is why it had been the perfect punishment for those who were accused of witchcraft in 1692 and 1693. My sister and I were intrigued to see whether this was a fact or just merely false information, so we would always attempt to burn each other in hopes of discovering the truth.”

“Funny thing is, they never did.” Jason cackles as Wednesday shot him an unamused look. “(Y/n) still wishes he could die being burned alive, though.”

The corner of your lips merely twitched in a soft smile as you kissed the back of Jason’s hand affectionately, eyes closed. “Have I ever mentioned I want you to do the honor?” You say with such a loving and adoring tone that Jason felt his heart swell, knowing this is somewhat a proposal that only an Addams would understand.

It was a traditional Addams way of showing they love the person rather than wrapping it up in just three words that rarely comes from the bottom of one’s heart. You would die for him, and only he could bring your ultimate demise, no one else. You were offering him your heart and soul, as well as life, permitting him to hold and treasure it for the rest of your lives. It was an implication that you would dedicate your life to him with nothing in return — you will do everything for him. It’s easy to kill — you’ve nearly done it with the Joker — but it’s not easy to live and die for him, but you will and you would.

Feeling overwhelmed with all the love you endlessly give and show, Jason couldn’t help but hide behind his empty hand in an attempt to hold his tears in, always being emotional whenever he gets the love he doesn’t think he deserves. But he does. You’ve never failed to show him he deserves everything you offer. God, how did he even end up with you? You’re so good to him, so loving and giving, Jason didn’t even expect you’ll be like this back when you two were just strangers building friendship. Jason can’t let you go anymore, and he would never even if you asked him to. He loves you just as much as you love him, although yours seem bigger than his.

The Wayne family witnessed Jason, the usually insufferable Todd who thrives off of violence, cry at the mere love and affection his lover gave. Jason was crying because you reminded him of how significant he was to your life. The big bad wolf, the ruthless Red Hood, the boy who had an immense thirst for vengeance, the boy whose blood is filled with utmost rage towards the world, was crying at the simple showcase of love.

And that’s how Bruce — no, his entire family — knew they failed to love him enough.

But they don’t have to make it up to him anymore. They can’t, because you’re already showering him with love and adoration and appreciation and everything he deserves. You did everything what they were supposed to do — what Bruce was supposed to do.

“Oh, mon amour...” You let go of his hand to gently hold his face with both hands, kissing away the tears that overflowed from his eyes. Jason stayed still, relishing how good you are, how soft you treated him as he gripped your gentle hands. Once you’re done kissing his tears away, he buried his face into your chest while wrapping his arms around you, embracing tightly. You kiss the top of his head, caging him in your arms as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

Jason closes his eyes within your embrace, inhaling your calming scent mixed with a cooling hint of cologne. It’s funny how you’ve always associated yourself with death and darkness, yet for Jason, your mere presence is a light at the end of the tunnel that makes him alive every day. “Thank you, (Y/n)...” He murmurs into your chest, barely audible, but heard by you nonetheless.

You gently scratch his scalp, not caring about your meals and attention solely focused on your lover. “For what exactly, chéri? I have not done anything for you to give me such gratitude, at least not that I remember. I have only been attempting to drown you in my love and affection, haven’t I? Are they worthy of your gratitude?”

He chuckled, “You know damn well they are.”

You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “Even so, do you truly believe it’s significant for me more than just your presence?” Jason slowly looks up at you, his mesmerizing eyes meeting yours, before shaking his head quietly. A satisfied look crosses your face at that, “There you go. It isn’t difficult to figure out now, is it?” Jason shakes his head, burying his face into your chest once again.

As you continue to comfort Jason, Damian stares at the sight with a weird look. “Todd is extremely quiet when he’s around (Y/n). It’s... weird.”

Dick nudged him, “Hey, let him be. Jay’s probably just very comfortable with him.”

“It’s still weird, though.” Tim insists.

Barbara and Stephanie watched with smiles while you kiss Jason’s forehead, too willing to accept you despite finding your family quite strange. People have different traditions and cultures anyway; they figured yours are just too extraordinary and unusual that don’t fit society’s standards. Being different doesn’t matter when it’s clear that you love Jason too much, in your own special way.

Cassandra glances at Bruce, who seemed to be in deep thought. “I don’t think you have any other choice but to accept him.” Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts, “Look at them. They’re very much in love. More than in love, I’d say. It looks like they were meant to be with each other. Like destiny’s the one who wrote them together.”

Bruce looked at the two of you, who obviously saw nothing but each other in your little world.

“Besides, he basically called bullshit on your morals. And you know all too well he’s beyond right.” Cassandra smirks, “I hope your pride doesn’t get in the way of welcoming a new member, dad.”

Bruce sighed.

Well, it’s inevitable that you’ll be a member one way or another. Cassandra was right about that, and although he didn’t want to admit it, Bruce knew he accepted you the moment you stood up against him. It’s not always there’s someone who is brave enough to speak up against the Bruce Wayne.

Though, he may have to teach you not to strangle literally every single person who mess with Jason.

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