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vecnawrites · 2 years

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Patreon Reward: A Pure Support Group, Chapter 1: Blake And Coco

There are many support groups in Beacon-after all, with the Hunter Lifestyle, you need them! But there is a very special one that only meets in the dead of night, where certain people won't try to sit in.

This is where the tales of Joan Arc are told, by the students whom she has affected.

Despite the fact that Beacon was a school for Huntresses and Huntsmen in training, and everything primarily focused upon that particular goal, there were clubs that students could join for relaxation during off periods and days, since it was necessary for anyone, civilian or not, to have ways to mentally relax. It was even more important for Huntsmen in Training, because if they weren’t of sound mind, they would easily fall as prey to the Grimm, or the bleakness of their careers could send them into a depressive spiral and their own demons would consume them.

To help counter this, there were also support groups for the students. From ones that dealt with victims of depression, to those who were dealing with feelings of isolation, to those who were victims of bullying or other abuses, Beacon had them all.

But, there was one support group that only a select group that was more…mysterious than the others. There were certain rules and regulations that were required to join.

Rule One: First Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA.

Rule Two: Second Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA!

Rule Three: The potential members must be futa. No males allowed.

Rule Four: The meetings would only take place a few times a month, in different locales every time. To ensure people who needed to come didn’t miss their chance, every member would be texted when the next meeting place was chosen.

Rule Five: The meetings would only take place late at night, long after curfew. To ensure that this didn’t cause problems for class schedules, meetings only took place on either weekends or holidays.

Rule Six: No matter what rivalries members have outside of the Support Group, they had no place within it. All were equal here. All jealousy was also left at the door.

Rule Seven: Under no circumstances, were they to even let a whisper of the support group be heard by Joan Arc.

Why these rules, and why make sure that Joan Arc didn’t know about what this support group in particular, when she was well known to go to all of them at least once monthly, bringing baked goods or just offering support?

It was because this specific support group dealt with her specifically. Not in a bad way, as every member would attest that Joan was the sweetest, kindest person at Beacon…

…but…well, the subject matters of the meetings were things that the members would very much appreciate Joan never finding out.

What type of Support Group was this? A special one, aptly named “Futas Affected By Joan Arc”, or FABJA when they needed to speak of the group in public or around others.

Tonight happened to be another meeting between several members of FABJA, and as the day waned on, those who needed to speak tonight started getting more and more antsy. Two in particular were more eager to speak than the others, needing to vent over what had happened.

Late That Night…

One by one, sometimes in pairs, members of FABJA filtered into the room that had been chosen for their meeting place that night, Glynda Goodwitch’s Combat Class classroom. There were some absences this month, but plenty had still arrived for this meeting.

They were all in their night clothes, but that was par tthe course of those who attended these late night meetings. Why be in day dress when it was so late and when they left they would immediately be going back to bed?

One by one, the members of the support group sat in the arena, on cushions, water and fruit by each spot for refreshments.

One by one, members sat down. Cinder Fall. Emerald Sustrai. May Zedong, Arslan Altan. Reese Chloris. Ciel Soliel. Ruby Rose. Weiss Schnee. Blake Belladonna. Pyrrha Nikos. Velvet Scarlatina. Neon Katt. Coco Adel. All of them took seats in the circle and were silently waiting for what was to come.

“Good evening everyone, and thank you for coming to another meeting of Futa’s Affected By Joan Arc.” Pyrrha, as Support Group president, spoke up. “I know we have all had a long month since our last meet up, and we all likely have stories we need to share, but there are two of us that need to go first.” the redhead nodded to both Blake and Coco, who both flushed as they were put on the spot, both looking away, although both of their sleep clothes tented outwards as they obviously recounted what had happened to both of them.

“Which of you would like to go first? Blake? Coco?” Pyrrha offered, looking between the two, knowing that both of them had very intense stories of the incidents that had happened to them. She glanced to the side, seeing the towels that she had brought in case someone came…again.

Sighing, her bow twitching, Blake began to speak, keeping her eyes on her lap. “My…my experience…took place in Port’s class, so in case you’re wondering, that might be why its not well heard.” she looked up to see them all nodding, giving her looks of empathy, something that was surprising from Cinder and Emerald, among others. But even they adhered to the rules while in the Support Group. What was said here, stayed here.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Blake began to talk, recounting her experience.

Blake fought to stay awake while in Port’s drier-than-the-Vacuoan-Desert class, his speech about something or other that he did when he was younger (how many years ago was that now?) had already gotten most of the class under his thrall, leaving very few awake. Among those were herself (miraculously, and pretty much only through her book being open before her), Weiss, Pyrrha, and Joan.

Glancing up from her book, golden eyes peeked over at the sunflower blonde, her blue eyes staring forward with rapt attention, even though the subject matter was the most boring thing she could ever remember hearing about. She was honestly jealous; she couldn’t bear to listen for fear of falling asleep, much less take notes as vividly as she was doing.

Glancing down, she found herself swallowing hard as she saw Joan’s large bust bouncing and swaying slightly as she moved her hand across the paper, making her penis twitch in her tight pants.

Forcing her eyes quickly away, she turned her attention to her book, hoping that Ninja’s of Love would help distract her.

It would, but unfortunately, not in the way that she wanted, as she had reached a steamier scene: a scene of sexual interrogation between Brehanna, leader of the Aquaharian Empire Royal Guard, and Jeronha, the buxom leader of the Aquaharian Resistance.

Currently, Jeronha was stripped naked and bound up tight with ropes, her large breasts bound and her arms and legs tied together behind her back, forcing her spine to arch, making her bust bulge forwards, the large mounds capped with fat nipples pointing directly forwards, the dusky tan of them standing out starkly against the milky skin.

“Are you willing to talk, Jeronha?” Brehanna asked, her voice a soft husk as she gently crouched before her bound adversary, smiling indulgently. “We don’t have to be enemies, you know~” her voice was sultry purr, dripping with promise.

The buxom blonde was blushing fiercely, though she stared defiantly, irregardless of her nudity. “And betray my cause? My people!?” her face, beautiful as it was, was pulled into a rictus of disdain as she glowered at her. Which honestly would have been more intimidating had she not been naked.

But Brehanna was undeterred, laying her hands on the curvy woman’s shapely hips, her thumbs rubbing the pronounced bone of her hips, before sliding her hands up her curvy body and moving towards her breasts.

“If you give in, I assure you, we will fold the resistance back into our people…no more blood has to be spilled~” Brehanna’s voice was soft and seductive, even as her hands neared the massive breasts that captured her attention. “But…I suppose some time between us can help you realize the benefits of joining back up with us…”

And so it began, Blake teasing Joan’s breasts, playing with fingers, feathers, brushes, pulling and ‘milking’ her teats, acting as though she was drawing milk from the massive mounds as she toyed.

“Joan~” Blake cooed, cupping the sinfully large breasts, staring at the blonde who was flushed with arousal, her core and thighs glistening with dew as she trembled with repressed emotion. “Just give in, my dear~” she purred, fingers working to begin flicking the fat, swollen nipples of her prisoner back and forth, up and down, side to side, making the bound woman mewl in pleasure as she strained within her restraints.

Blake switched her tactics up, bouncing the heavy mounds in her palms as she watched the blonde’s face go from pleasured, to hiding it, to pleasured again. “Welll~” Blake drew out the word, pressing her rival’s fat tits together until her nipples touched and poked together. “I suppose I’ll have to make my point another way~” she purred, her ears twitching as she leaned down, opening her mouth and capturing the fat nubs in her mouth-

RRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!

Blake jerked out of her fantasy as the bell rang, slamming her book shut in a panic as she looked around wildly, hoping that no one saw her fantasizing…or the strained bulge in her skirt underneath the table.

Realizing just how hard she was, Blake knew she couldn’t get up, otherwise…well, she’d want to hide in her bed for the rest of her time in Beacon to try and get over the shame.

“Come on, Blakey! Let’s go to lunch! Need to get energy after that stamina drain…” Yang said, yawning loud enough her jaw popped, having been woken by the ring. Blake shrugged her partner’s hand off. She couldn’t let her parnter drag her out looking like this! The puns…she shuddered from the thought alone.

“I’ll be right along, Yang. I have something I need to do first!” she knew that she must look strange, due to the look that her partner gave her, but thankfully, Yang let it go and she nodded, before walking away, eager to be free from the classroom of hell, leaving Blake thankfully alone, and able to focus on just allowing her cock to calm from that intense fantasy she had involving her and Joan roleplaying as characters from her volume of Ninjas Of Love.

She really had to avoid thinking about the beautiful blonde for a while though, how turned on she made faunus wasn’t healthy!

“Blake? Are you okay?” golden eyes popped open and her head jerked in shock as she saw Joan standing next to her, looking at her worriedly. “You’re flushed. Do you have a fever?” Blake swallowed hard in pure horror as Joan leaned forwards, her hand stretched out, before she yelped and fell.

Blake watched in horror as in almost slow motion, Joan fell down, chest first, directly onto her lap. Her eyes rolled up and a silent breath of sorrow escaped her mouth, before-

Pleasure.

“...I don’t remember what happened after that, I just know I woke up in Nurse Mercy’s office.” Blake said, her face flaming red, her sleeping kimono tented as she remembered that wonderful deep pleasure that had filled her.

Velvet blushed darkly, her rabbit ears twitching madly. “...Joan carried you. Bridal. It was cute.” she said, making the feline faunus’s eyes go wide, before she groaned and buried her face in her hands, her humiliation complete.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand, a pinkness to her cheeks as she imagined the scenario, only with herself in Blake’s place as was lovingly carried off. “W-Well, that’s Blake’s story, now, Coco also has a tale to tell, don’t you?” she asked, looking at the beret wearing fashionista.

Coco huffed slightly as she settled into her spot, all eyes turning to her. While she normally loved it, thrived on it even, in this situation, it made this all the more embarrassing…but she would persevere.

“My interaction with Joan takes place in Vale…I was at one of the little boutiques there…”

Coco hummed to herself as she perused the racks, her eyes going over the hanging clothes with a critical eye. They were of great quality, that was for sure, but nothing screamed out at her, “This is me!”, leaving her to ponder whether she should leave and come back another day.

However, she was pulled from her thoughts as the door jingled, making her look up, her eyebrow quirking when Joan Arc, one of the few she wouldn’t expect to ever enter an establishment such as this, entered, looking a bit flustered.

“Hello? Sarah? It’s Joan!” her other eyebrow rose to join its sibling as she heard Joan use the familiar address for the woman even she, a long time and very frequent buyer from Indigo’s Intimates, wasn’t allowed to do. That screamed juicy details. And also a potential opprotunity for a discount if she played her cards right~

“Oh, hello, Joan dear! How are you?” Coco’s mouth nearly dropped (she was spared that ignobility due to the fact that she had developed quite the poker face over her previous year at Beacon) as she heard the woman being friendly with Joan (granted, that wasn’t too much of a shock, the blonde was practically sunshine incarnate) when she was stoic at best with anyone else.

“I’m doing well, thank you! How is your daughter? Is she engaged yet?” the blonde entered and moved past her (she was hidden somewhat by the tall racks, so it could be forgiven) and embraced the older woman like family.

“Oh yes, the young man finally popped the question a few weeks ago!” Joan ‘squeed’ and clapped her hands excitedly, making the woman smile indulgently, patting her on the shoulder. “Now, I know you’re probably here to check on your order…yes dear, its ready. Let’s go and see if it fits you correctly.”

Coco watched as the store owner guided Joan by the shoulder to the back fitting room, the Custom Fitting room, a room she had yet to be in due to the cost of a custom made Indigo brand clothing item, the pair vanishing behind the curtain.

Coco stared at the curtain with laser focus and precision, her ears hearing faint shuffling and the voices of both Joan and Miss Indigo as they spoke to one another.

“...material did you use?” Joan’s voice, faint and barely heard, was just audible to Coco’s ears. That left Coco wondering, too. A lot of materials could be used, but they differed for whatever garment that was being made.

“Taking into account your measurements, I kept it light, but strong. Mistralian Silk mixed with lace from Vale, an easy clasping hook from Vacuo, ice dust treated cup linings to keep you cool, and elastic from Menagerie to ensure that it will flex and move with your body rather than be too stiff or chafe. I know you’re sensitive, Joan dear.”

Coco’s breath hitched and cock twitched, knowing that she meant a bra from the description, and the expense was something incredible. It had materials from all four kingdoms and menagerie! That bra alone probably cost more than her entire current wardrobe!

“...thanks…its really embarrassing to keep having to get new bras because of my boobs are too big and sensitive…” Joan sounded incredibly embarrassed, and Coco heard the soft chuckle of the older woman.

“Maybe so, but when you get yourself a lover, you’ll find a new appreciation for them~” the older woman cackled as Joan squeaked loudly. “Now, enough of that, dear. Try it on properly and we can see if adjustments need to be made.”

Coco watched intently, her cock throbbing as she heard more prominent shuffling, her mind easily conjuring up the images of the busty Arc unclipping her bra, letting those massive breasts that everyone had been trying their hardest to see during the months that she had been at Beacon.

How big were they actually? How large were her nipples? What color were they? She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth as she imagined seeing the girl topless. She knew that Velvet was crushing on her hard, but hey, there was no harm in admiring…and maybe they could swing a threesome, right?

She was pulled from her thoughts upon hearing a noise of elation. “It fits perfectly! I can even turn and twist and it doesn’t cut into my boobs or dig into my back! Its wonderful!” the joyous tone in Joan’s voice actually made Coco pause, before she redoubled her stare, intent on seeing what she looked like.

And she got what she wished for.

With a quick swipe, the curtain moved back, revealing Joan, naked from the waist up bar the bra she was wearing. And it was a masterpiece of crimson with bronze accents. It hugged her impossibly large breasts, raising them up into a nice shelf of flesh that were beautifully cased. Her nipples were fully covered (sadly, meaning that those mysteries would need to be solved another day) and the skin of her breasts was completely unblemished.

“That’s good, dear! I still have more material, would you like some others made?” Miss Indigo asked as she made her way out of the dressing room.

Then, Joan followed. The first step started the chain reaction, the massive mounds wobbling and bouncing lewdly, almost impossibly for something so perky.

A chain reaction started in Coco too, making her groan as her balls suddenly ejected everything within them, staining her pants embarrassingly.

A startled squeal and furious sound filled her ears, letting her know she had been found.

Coco sighed, tugging her beret down to hide her eyes. “And that’s what happened. I’m now banned from the boutique, and other stores look at me suspiciously when I enter…” she grumbled.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand again as all of them shifted, each imagining Joan in the bra that was described. She did as well, since crimson and bronze were her colors. Maybe Joan was saying something?

She shook her head. “Thank you, Coco, for your story. It looks like the meeting time is up for the night, I will text you all about our next meeting time and place soon. Stay strong, everyone.”

One by one, every member of the group rose from their seats and made their way out towards their dorms, pitching tents all the way back.

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doobea · 9 months

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I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK - RIN ITOSHI

synopsis: You're a famous online smut author, married to an international superstar athlete, and everyone around you thinks you have the perfect sex life. What they don't realize is Rin sleeps in the guest room and you're still very much a virgin.

contents: fem!reader, explicit content (fingering, fondling, heavy petting, public indecency, and makeout sessions), suggestive themes, mainly written in rin's pov, characters are all in their mid/late-20s, his teammates are just trying to help (not really), romcom, he has a therapist!!, idk probably secondhand embarrassment, mutual pinning and they are both awk, mdni word count: 3K a/n: tbh i actually have no idea how to write smut scenes so apologies in advance ps due to popular demand... there IS a taglist below haha just comment on the fic if you want to be added to the next batch c:

二 : Baby, wanna spend it all on you -> prev. ->next.

When Rin thought about his life after college, he'd imagine things a certain way. He'd expected to move abroad, a new city, a new life. He'd expected to play alongside his older brother and for a football team of a different caliber, offering different techniques and skill levels that would promote a challenge to him.

What he didn’t expect was staying in Japan, getting married by the age of 24, playing alongside his teammates from the Blue Lock academy, and representing his nation in the upcoming world cup. It wasn't bad by his standards, just not ideal - more so over the team rather than the location and marriage, surprisingly. He's currently stuck with the same teammates that love to tease him endlessly. But a voice in his head tells him that they're probably the only people who could mesh well with his play style; so he tolerates them.

Here's what Rin Itoshi's teammates know about him: he's married to a famous author, he's fluent in English, he's the most Virgo man out there, he always keeps his phone on 'Do Not Disturb', and his favorite movie is The Shining.

And here's what they don't know about him: he's in an arranged marriage, he's madly in love with you so much to the point where he has all your favorite food orders listed in his notes app, he carries around a physical signed copy of one of your novels at all times (you have no clue and he's never going to tell you), and he's a virgin.

Shocker!

Not many people could crack Rin and not many try. The football player had a reputation for being anti-social, rude, and extremely blunt. But Isagi Yoichi is not like many people. Being one of his long-time teammates (friend - Isagi would like to correct him from time to time), he would always find a way to make Rin slip up more details about his 'top-secret' life. It wouldn't always work and often times the conversation will end with Rin kicking a ball to his head - ouch.

But today felt different, Rin had noticed the shorter male peering at him with mischief laced in his eyes when he had walked onto the training grounds early morning. Rin was prepared to kick the ball extra hard this time around.

"What genre does your wife usually write?" Isagi asks nonchalantly as he begins routine stretches on the turf.

"Why does that matter to you?" Rin bites back while doing his own sets of warm-ups next to him.

Isagi is unfazed and continues, "I've been trying to find something new to read nowadays. It's hard to find good books!"

Sarcasm, Rin notices.

"Even if you did read her books, I highly doubt you'd understand the words."

"Pfft, what does she write physics textbooks or something?"

Before Rin could even insult back, he hears a loud bang from the locker room and one of his teammates running out. Karasu jogs to the field and Rin feels all the color wash off his face. In Karasu's hands held the physical copy of your best-selling novel, 'Pleasure Master Prejudice', the book that Rin always carries in his sports bag.

Suddenly, Rin wants to take back all the harsh insults he's said to his team's face. He starts praying, half expecting the football player to run towards him with flowers instead of your dirtiest erotica story known to man, he will repent all of his sins in this moment.

"Yo," Karasu smirks and waves the book around for everyone else to see, "check out what I found on the locker room floor!"

Rin makes a mental note that he is definitely going to schedule an emergency call with his therapist later.

Otoya is first to make a beeline toward the taller player, immediately snatching the book from his hands and flipping through the pages. "Holy shit, this is nasty!"

"Wait let me see–"

Rin blinks in disbelief as he watches his team of fully grown men scramble to the center of the field, all of them attempting to read out loud the pages and giggling like little schoolgirls. At this point, Rin thinks that the higher beings are out to get him.

"Gross! Gross!" Ranze chokes at the print.

"Guys, what the fuck is a vulva?" Igarashi screeches.

"Read this one, Reo." Nagi eagerly points to a paragraph on the bookmarked page and everyone laughs.

Reo suppresses his laughter and clears his throat, "He spreads my dripping cunt wide with his slender digits, eyes keeping in lock with mine as he hovers over my voluptuous ti–"

"Can you guys fucking stop?!"

All turn to face their redden-faced striker, surprised by the volume coming from his usual monotone voice. Rin is also surprised himself. A pregnant silence falls over the team followed by the sounds of the book cover closing.

"Was that yours?" Isagi finally says.

He can't find the energy or space to punt a dozen footballs in everyone's face so today, safe to say, Rin leaves practice early.

"What brings you in today?" Anri adjusts her glasses and steadies her clipboard in her lap before looking into the camera. "It must've been pretty serious for you to call me last minute."

The football player sinks into the living room couch and tilts the laptop screen back to avoid looking at his agitated expression. He usually schedules weekly therapy sessions every Monday to decompress from his work stress and improve his social anxiety, but today is Friday and he needed Anri to hear him out. He's thankful that her schedule turned out to be flexible last minute and equally as glad that you were currently out drafting another story at a nearby cafe.

"I think I need to move out of the country or just disappear for good." He groans into his hands.

"Rin," She says with a controlled tone, "what triggered this event? Tell me how you're feeling right now."

He bites his lips, "My team knows that I read erotica." Rin shyly admits.

Anri hums on the screen, scribbling her thoughts down on the notepad, "And how does that make you feel?" She repeats.

Embarrassed? Ashamed? He didn't know where to start. He can handle the flack from his teammates tomorrow as cringe as it was today but the main reason why he feels the way he does is–

"It reminds me how I'm being physically avoidant in my marriage."

"Ah," Anri beams as if she's found gold, and Rin hears her flipping through her notepad, "are you two still talking? How long has it been since that incident?"

"A week. I'm still not sure what inclined her to go into my room since we usually keep things separate. We both chose to not talk about it and things have more or less gone back to normal."

"But is that what you want?"

"No," He removes his hands and glances at a framed wedding portrait above the fireplace, "but I'm not sure how to initiate anything with my wife. She doesn't know that I read her stories and I'm not sure if she picks up that I'm inexperienced."

"Do you think reading her published works will help you gain confidence in how you approach her?"

Rin hums in deep thought. He only started reading your novels and short stories around eight months back out of curiosity on a slow practice day. When you guys initially got together, he never really asked about your background due to his ignorance of 'she's probably just another YA novelist'. So, when he typed in your alias into the search bar, he was absolutely taken aback by how lewd and explicit everything was. He felt a sense of insecurity knowing that you've probably had most of these acts done to you (how else were you able to write a detailed bondage scenario) and he couldn't live up to that nor see your evident disappointment if you ever find out that you're his first everything.

"Not sure." Rin answers.

Anri flashes the male a pondering look in her eyes before deciding to leave the lingering topic for their Monday session. They briefly exchange their goodbyes, ending the call with her advice of 'trying to approach things in her shoes', Rin isn't exactly sure what Anri meant by that.

A light buzz comes from the coffee table and he sees your contact flash in his notifications. He sometimes feels like you're taunting him with your comedic timings.

my love hey babe if you're free later do you wanna come shopping with me?

It's already been one hell of a day, why not relax in some retail therapy with your wife? Maybe he can try to attempt whatever Anri was suggesting.

When you told him to meet you at the new corner store located next to a ceramics store, Rin was half expecting it to be another bookstore or beauty outlet. Never in a million years would he have predicted that you brought him to a sex shop of all places.

The boutique is painted in blotches of purple and black circles with two towering rose bushes on either side. Grey mannequins are on display by the arched windows facing the street and they are covered from head to toe in a series of lace, leather, and chain underwear sets. And he spots you, already inside the store staring intensely at your phone with your tote bag in hand before locking eyes and sending over a coy smile.

Rin has been in many unpredictable and hard situations, in football of course, but he couldn't see where this outcome might lead. He finds the strength to wave back after gawking for who knows how long, unaware of his sweat-covered palms, and steps inside a world he's alarmingly unaware of.

"Did you wait long?" He manages to remain composed and refuses to look anywhere else but your face.

"Nope," You reach out to interlock your fingers with his, "I just got here a minute ago. How was practice?"

Rin can't help but roll his eyes, "Wasn't the best, let's talk about something else?" And you nod. "Did you need anything from here, hon?"

"Ah, well..." You scratch your flushed cheeks in thought before nudging him towards the floral pattern-laced body suits in the corner. "I want to incorporate something similar in my writings but I want a personal opinion of them first."

Suddenly, Anri's words pop up in his mind again. How could he see himself in your shoes and what should his response be? Was this strictly for your work or is there a hidden meaning behind it, he thinks to himself. Before he could provide you an answer, a male sales associate interrupts.

"That's a wonderful choice, miss!" The blond male's voice booms through the store’s walls as he struts his way over, wearing a pair of obnoxiously shiny brown loafers, tight black leather pants a size too small, and a white collared shirt with the first two buttons popped open, exposing just a bit of chest hair, "Our Forget-Me-Not Floral collection is seasonal right now and it's been a fan favorite since release!"

“Oh!” Your eyes sparkle at the fact, “May I try a few on?”

Rin feels oddly annoyed, and it's a different type of annoyance compared to Isagi and the rest of his team. He subconsciously tightens the grip around your hand but doesn’t say anything.

The male nods vigorously and shuffles through the drawers, quickly selecting the most revealing ones that the collection has to offer. There was hardly any coverage other than thin white straps and embroidered flowers barely covering where the breasts and vagina would be. Why is this boutique charging so much for something that covers so little? But for some reason, you didn’t seem to mind and happily took the associate’s suggestions.

“Plenty of people like to get the nightgown version, but these are my personal favorites.”

“Thank you so much um—”

The male winks, “Chris Prince.”

And Rin thinks to himself, what an obnoxious name for an obnoxious guy.

You swiftly march yourself to the dressing room with the items in hand, assuring Rin that it’ll only be a short while, and he takes a seat on their small ottoman right outside. He feels Chris’ gaze burn at the back of his head but he pays no mind to it - Rin didn't want to cause headlines tomorrow on top of the series of unfortunate events for today. So, to busy himself, he pulls out his phone and texts you instead.

Rin "Everything alright?" my love "Yes! Getting it on is a bit challenging, trying to figure that out rn haha" Rin "I’m sure it’ll look fine regardless how you wear it" my love "Thanks, Rin :) "

Another notification comes through making Rin frown immediately as he recognizes the name of the sender.

shithead "We’re still cool?" Rin "Fuck off, Isagi." shithead "Lol glad to hear that. See you at practice tomorrow then?" Rin "Sleep with one eye open tonight."

“Hey, honey?” Your voice calls out in the distance, “Could you help me with something real quick?”

He isn't sure what's more revealing - the fact that you're practically almost naked with just lines of sheer fabric barely covering anything up or the face he's making right now. You seem to catch on to his discomfort and quickly hug the front part of your body with your shirt, mumbling an apology afterward. He rushes to close the dressing room curtains, hoping the weird sales associate isn't listening in.

"I can't get the neck part to look right..." You turn around slowly, exposing your bare back and bottom. He thinks you should've worn a hospital gown because this might be too much for his little innocent heart to handle.

Rin feels a lump forming in his throat and knots churning in his stomach while trying to take everything in. He couldn't help his wandering eyes and stood there for a bit, simply admiring what was in front of him. "You look amazing." And it comes out breathier than what he wanted it to.

This is the first time he's seen you almost naked and, the fact it's in a lingerie store, makes him feel terrible as a partner. This brings him back to Anri's wise words from today's session and the past eight months of solid 'research' he's conducted.

Your body flinches at the touch of his slender fingers reaching for the two strands dangling around your neck that were failing to support your breasts. You feel your face reaching concerning levels of warmth as Rin moves closer, his chest practically pressing up from behind, whispering that he needed to get this knot just right. Your eyes go wide when you peer into the mirror, catching Rin's sudden sharp expression and you could've sworn his eyes went dark.

"Is this okay?" His hands rest on your shoulders and looks into the reflection with you, appreciating the finalized look. You gently drop the t-shirt to the floor, mouth agape. The sheer, embroidered cups now fit your breasts perfectly and the bottoms are snug against your lower half but still breathable. The lace hugged and accentuated your curves just right without it being too over the top.

Suddenly, you feel painfully small in his presence.

"Y-Yeah, thanks."

Rin hums in contentment before placing shyly his hands on either side of your hips, "Is this also okay?" He drawls, breath hitting against your ears.

You merely nod in response, having a loss for words at the sudden boldness, and melt into your husband's touch. You screw your eyes shut as his hands sweep lower, fingertips brushing the fabric of the bodysuit and barely skimming your exposed thighs. He stops over where your lower region resides and presses gently against it.

"Rin," It comes out as a whisper.

He kisses your temple and smiles against your skin, "Try and be quiet, my love."

Rin's fingers continue to press against your mound with increasing intensity and you struggle to hold back any form of reaction. His other hand travels from your hips to your breast, giving it a small squeeze.

"They're so soft." He continues to grope, playing with your nipple through the lace fabric, and you feel as if your head is filled to the brim with static.

You find yourself grinding against his fingers, trembling and panting out the quietest of moans you can. "Please." It sounds ragged and raw to Rin's ears.

He tilts your head back by the jaw and sloppily pushes his tongue down your throat. Your desperate hands immediately reach for his hair and the other down to feel for his aching length growing against his pants.

"Grind against it." Rin grits through his teeth, fluttering his eyes shut as you did what he's told and he feels like his body is burning alive.

Rin ravages your lips once more and, feeling a surge of confidence, he slides the bottom of the bodysuit to one side, allowing his digits to fully feel the extent of his work. You moan loudly into his mouth, tears of pleasure forming at the corners of your eyes. He takes that as permission to enter into your folds and the texture and scent emitting from it is addicting to his senses.

"You're so wet."

"It's because of you."

His lips find their way to your shoulders and his hand on your chest grip tight against your now trembling figure as he rapidly pumps in and out of your folds. Your hands clamp over your mouth as a burning sensation tightly builds up.

"It's okay," He murmurs, "you don't have to hold back."

And just at the right angle, you watch as fireworks explode right in front of you. Your mind rewires itself slowly and suddenly everything is over-stimulating. Everything is either too bright or not bright enough. You've become hyperaware of the mesh material against your hot, sweaty skin and the sounds of poorly curated indie music that played in the background. You couldn't recognize yourself in the mirror.

Rin groans at your mess and slips out his fingers with a loud pop before setting your fatigued body against his.

"I think your readers will like it."

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