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bunnyhugs77 · 5 months

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Daddy Daycare

Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader

Word Count: 7k

Part: 1, 2, 3

Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.

Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.

"Ready for a new year, Y/n?"

Your nose was filled with the smell of fresh paint and scotch tape as you and your co-worker Vanessa who goes by Ms. Powell when the class is swarming with bright and bustling four-year-old's.

The loud sound of ripping tape rang through your ears as you pasted the pieces onto the back of the welcome sign. The sun was hardly out as the two of you arranged to arrive at your new classroom bright and early at 5 am to finish off the decorations for the classroom.

"I can't believe the summer is finished already." You say with a rejuvenated smile. "I can only imagine how fast the time flies when you're travelling Europe." She reminds you of your two-week-long travels across the south of Europe.

Standing to your feet for what feels like the first time ever after hours of crouching and kneeling to finish up the decorations. "I think that's the last of it," with a puff of air and a pair of hands on your hips you smile to yourself, satisfied with the lively environment the two of you managed to create.

"I think we're ready," Vanessa says, cracking open a fresh whiteboard marker to sign your names on the board in a warm welcome.

With a quick glance down to your watch. "-and just in time too,".

The sun had peaked over the horizon no more than thirty minutes ago which means that theatrical parents would be rolling in any minute now to send off their kids to what could possibly be their first day away from them.

You both took the last few minutes to run down the hall and get changed, making sure you both looked ready to take on 22 pre-schoolers. Although you weren't the head teacher, you still had just as much of a responsibility as Vanessa did and it wasn't always easy.

The scar on your upper arm which was victim to the shark-like teeth of an ambitious little boy last year can attest to that.

You smiled warmly to some parents who passed by you in the halls on your way back to the classroom. Some familiar faces, some new, although based on the direction they were walking, they weren't any kids in your class.

By the time you returned to yours, there were already two parents bidding their farewells with their energetic offspring who were already reaching for the crayons you'd left on each table.

You slowly made your way to the front with Vanessa as the two of you prepared to introduce yourselves to the large crowd of parents and students that situated themselves around the room.

The energy was high, you could practically feel some of the anxiety and excitement from the crowd.

"Hello everyone!" Vanessa starts, clasping her hands together, "On behalf of Sunshine Circles Daycare, we want to give you all a warm welcome to our class."

Vanessa introduces herself professionally before briefly gesturing to you, cueing your smile, "And this is Ms. Hill, she will be assisting both me and the students around the classroom. I wouldn't be able to do this without her." You nod along, preparing yourself to speak.

"Yes, so if ever Ms. Powell is unavailable, don't be afraid to share any questions or concerns with me that you have about the class or your child." Out of sight, somewhere in the crowd a pair shuffled through the large group of bodies and made their way to the front.

"We're looking forward to-" You paused, your eyes meeting the eyes of the man who just emerged from the crowd while holding the small hand of who you presumed was his son, he looked a little younger than the rest of the parents, and significantly buffer if you must add.

You could see peaks of his soft blue hair sticking out from underneath his black beanie that matched his black wife beater. He flashes you a coy smile, so innocent and handsome to the point he'd made you forget your train of thought and completely forget what you were in the middle of saying.

"I think what Ms. Hill was about to say was that we're looking forward to having a wonderful year full of learning and fun." Vanessa fills in your blanks and all you could utter was a small 'mhm!'.

With that said, the parents that'd been here since the very beginning had naturally begun to take their leave, not without a tight hug and reassuring kiss to their child's forehead of course.

"Sorry we're late," You turn around, and it's as if the air was sucked out of your lungs. The man was even more stunning up close, but that was something you vowed you would never acknowledge again. He's the guardian of one of your students, it would be unprofessional.

"That's no problem at all, life happens," you chirp, almost too happily. "Isn't that the truth, Ryan here couldn't seem to find his favourite shoes and refused to wear anything but." The man smiles, and wow, even his smile was attractive.

If you thought his smile was contagious you just couldn't stop yourself from beaming when you finally looked down to meet Ryan's big grin. "Look! It's lightning McQueen!" He shouts, stomping his feet at one hundred miles a minute, the base of his sneakers flashing red and white as he does so.

"Your shoes are awesome! I wish mine could do that." You return his big energy with a bit of a softer tone, oblivious to the way the man is watching you intently. All of a sudden Ryan was hopping up and down, tugging on his dad's arm, "Can I colour?!" He points to the table full of markers and blank papers.

"Well, you're going to have to ask Ms. Hill first, okay buddy?" The man looks at you with a damn near glow in his gaze, "Of course it's okay. Use as many colours as you'd like." Before you could even finish your sentence, Ryan was long gone, only the flashes of his sneakers were proof that he hadn't teleported.

"Have you been teaching here long?" He asks, prompting you to shake your head. "This is actually only my second year teaching here," subconsciously his plump bottom lip found itself victim between his teeth. "Ah," he sighs.

There was a brief pause in your conversation. As if it were planned, both of your gazes dropped down to analyze the other's left hand, looking for any signs of that metallic band wrapped around the ring finger.

Seems like you were both in the clear, for now.

Your conversation resumed as if the ring inspection never even happened and soon the both of you were finally making introductions. "The kids call me Ms. Hill, but you're more than welcome to call me Y/n." That lip ring was taunting you as it sat so comfortably in his plush pink lips that stretched into a soft smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Y/n, I'm Jungkook."

"Goddamn it." You mutter. Giving the projector another hard hit in the back as it flickered and failed to turn on. It had been giving you a hard time all week.

You're at least grateful it let you have a successful first week of the year but now it was acting up more than ever. Kids would be coming any minute and Vanessa was stuck in traffic, so you would somehow need to find a way to fix this and supervise all before--

"Good morning Ms. Hill," Never mind you think, giving the projector one last frustrated tap. Disregarding it as if it never happened and focusing on Jungkook and Ryan who just walked in.

Ryan shouts a cheery good morning of his own before getting his hands on the toy car he's grown fond of over the last week. Unspokenly declaring it as his own.

"I couldn't help but notice.. and hear your frustrations with the projector from down the hall. Something wrong?" He takes two confident strides towards the equipment with you trailing along.

"Yeah, it's been breaking down all week. I was hoping to show the kids a video today, but it seems I may have to improvise." He didn't respond with anything more than his warm smile as he laid his hand down on the top of the projector giving it a once over.

His brows furrow ever so slightly before he lets out a little laugh.

"What's so funny?" your arms cross instinctively, eyes never leaving his lean frame as he practically struts over to the outlet and properly plugs in the cord, the graphics now displaying perfectly on the screen.

"In all of my years working in tech, that may have been one of the hardest cases to solve." He teases and you subconsciously let your tongue poke the inside of your cheek, failing to hide an embarrassed smile.

You waved to the parents who were dropping off more students, "If you ever have any more technical issues, I'd be happy to help." He reaches into his back pocket and places one of his business cards in your hand. "I will, thank you."

You shook off whatever the hell it was that was bubbling in your stomach, and reminded yourself things were strictly professional and he was only offering to be nice, nothing more.

The weeks were flying by without you realizing it until Thanksgiving was mere weeks around the corner. Which meant today was show and tell. Vanessa instructed everyone to sit on the carpet in a big circle.

Yesterday you reminded parents to help their child to find something they loved at home so they could bring it to show and tell.

"Thanksgiving is a special day of the year where we-" Vanessa was in the middle of explaining from where she sat crisscrossed on the carpet in the circle while you picked up the abandoned crayons and papers on the desk.

"Eat lots of food," cute giggles filled the room from Carly's outburst. "Yes, that's right. We eat lots of food on Thanksgiving and it's a day to be grateful for everything you have. Can anyone tell me what it means to be grateful for something?"

The class had never been so quiet, full of scrunched brows and blank stares. "It means to be happy with what you have. How many of you have toys at home?" Almost all hands shot up at once, you were afraid someone would lose an eye.

"Do you like your toys,? The room filled with lots of loud and affirmative responses, "To be grateful for something like your toys means showing them extra love and saying thank you to your parents who bought them."

By the time you'd finished cleaning up and joined the circle, they were about halfway through the circle for show and tell, everyone getting a chance to say what they brought and why they loved it along with passing it around the circle.

"Thank you for sharing Ms. Cuddlepuff with us Riley."

"Ryan, what did you bring?" He practically lights up when his turn finally comes around. He introduced his favourite blue race car, and described it as fast and shiny, even holding it while he spun the wheels for us.

"What an amazing car! Do you want to pass it around?" He shakes his head. You tried to be gentle understanding why he wouldn't want to share, "Don't you want your friends to be able to see your amazing car too?" He shakes his head, hugging his toy close to his chest and scooting further back, removing himself from the circle.

"Ryan-" Vanessa tries to reason but he starts to yell, "I don't want to share! It's mine!" He stomps his feet, the lights on his shoes flashing red, a similar shade to his furious expression.

You looked over to Vanessa, the both of you deciding you weren't going to fight him on it.

"Okay Jamie, what did you bring today?" He shakes his head as if he is mimicking Ryan's behaviour. "I don't want to share either."

Oh boy.

Finding a way to get the rest of the class to share their objects had taken all of your willpower and the rest of the day, right until parents were walking in, ready for pick up.

"Hey," You smile as you watched Jungkook walk in wearing his typical white collared shirt with the top button open giving you only the slightest peak of the silver chain beneath that sat atop his honey-kissed skin--

"Daddy!" Ryan squeaked, running off to grab his coat and shoes.

"How was he today?" You tried to hide your regret but he noticed it, no matter how fast it flashed across your features. "What is it?" His voice was soft, welcoming any feedback.

"He had a bit of a hard time sharing during the show and tell. He didn't want his classmates to touch his car, which I understand but we try to encourage the students to be kind and share." Your heart was pounding, you always hated these kinds of talks.

You felt that it was just criticism, but in reality, it was just one rainy in comparison to one hundred sunny ones. Jungkook exhaled heavily. "I don't know what is with him and this car, he won't even let me hold it."

As if on cue, Ryan comes running back to his father with his jacket on and car in hand. His dad ruffles his hair playfully while the boy wraps his arms around his father's legs.

"I'm sorry about what happened. We're working on it, I promise." Nothing but sincerity rolled off his tongue as he looked down at the child who clung to his jeans.

"Come on buddy, let's go. Say bye to Ms. Hill."

"Bye, Ms. Hill!" He waves back to you before walking out the door.

As the clock rolled closer the 4:30, all the kids had gone home and it was just you and Vanessa going through the schedules for tomorrow.

"So how long are you gonna keep flirting with Ryan's dad." maybe you'd put on too much lotion earlier, it was pure coincidence that your pencil had immediately fallen from your hand.

She laughs as if something were hilarious. "I am so not flirting with him." She rolls her eyes, "Oh please, I have never seen you spend nearly half as much time talking to the other parents as much as you talk to him. Not to mention the hearts in your eyes."

You let your head fall into your hands out of sheer embarrassment, "I don't know what to do!" You almost shriek into your sweaty palms.

"A word of advice, save yourself the trouble and don't get involved. I don't believe that he's married but that doesn't mean there are no strings attached either. Believe me, I've been there, things can get messy and it's just not something you want."

Vanessa was bout seven years older than you, somewhere around 32 so you always took her advice to heart. "But didn't you end up marrying them, and then have two children?" She goes silent. "Yeah, well life is unpredictable."

You groan, letting your body fall back onto the carpet.

"Attention passengers, This is your driver speaking. I regret to inform you that we are currently experiencing a mechanical issue, and the bus has broken down. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause."

Your head rolled back and hit the wall behind you. This is fantastic. It was supposed to be a great day today. It's Friday today. Specifically the last day before your three-day long weekend before the long weekend with Thanksgiving falling on the Monday.

You checked the time, 7:45. You should be there in 10 minutes, and honestly, you considered getting off the bus and walking but there were about 4 inches of freshly fallen snow from last night covering the city and it was far too cold to embark on such a journey at this time of day.

You wouldn't be there until 9 at the earliest.

Meanwhile,

"Have a great day Ryno. Daddy loves you." Jungkook places a quick peck on Ryan's forehead watching him join his friends. He couldn't help himself from scanning the class for you, wondering where you were.

In the meantime he approached Vanessa, handing her a small gift box. "I know Ryan has such a big personality, so here's a little something to help you get through the day." He smiles, "Happy Thanksgiving."

She was shocked to be receiving a gift for Thanksgiving, she usually only expected them around the holidays. It was a $50 gift card to her favourite coffee shop, she has their signature cup of coffee on her desk every morning. "Thank you, Mr. Jeon, this is incredibly thoughtful, and Ryan is such a delight to teach."

"I also have something for Ms. Hill, but I haven't seen her. Is she away today?" Vanessa's brows scrunched, realizing that you would usually be there by now. Her phone begins to ring, "Oh- This is her calling now." Jungkook didn't know whether to stay and listen but he couldn't bring himself to walk away.

"Your bus broke down? Where?"

"East of Park Avenue? That's 30 minutes away." Jungkook's brain was doing summersaults around a mental map he was programming in his head trying to locate where you were based on the information he was hearing.

The conversation continued for a minute more until it ended with Vanessa reminding you to 'stay warm'. "God, that's terrible. It's freezing outside." Jungkook frets and Vanessa manages to contain her thoughts from expressing themselves on her face, suppressing the smirk and opting for a head nod instead.

No less than 5 minutes had passed when Jungkook found himself behind the wheel driving towards your location. The minutes passed like seconds when he spotted the bus sitting on the side of the road.

Parking right behind it, he stepped out of the car and walked along the sides of it trying to spot you, but you saw him first. At first, you couldn't believe it but once you saw that ring tucked into his bottom lip, all doubts were gone.

You grabbed your bag and stepped off the bus, meeting him there at the steps. Looking down at him as the snow gently fell on his beanie, neither of you spoke. Your eyes seemed to be doing all the talking.

"Er-hem." Someone cleared their throat behind you, letting you know that they also wanted to get off and you were blocking the way. Apologizing you stepped off and to the side.

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard about what had happened and I couldn't stand there and do nothing. It's freezing out here." You could hardly look at him, he was just too cute, his nose and cheeks were beginning to turn a little rosy from the cold breeze that swept the snow across the sky.

"You came all this way just to give me a ride?" There were puffs of condensation with every breath and he nodded slowly, a little afraid he was coming off as a creep. "Y-yeah, I hope that's alright with you."

"That's perfectly fine with me, let's go before I lose feeling in my fingers for good." he snickers as you practically run towards the car that he'd unlocked.

You were so relieved to be sitting in a warm car with heated seats.

It was no time before Jungkook pulled out and began the careful drive back to the daycare.

The silence was comfortable and it gave you time to focus on regaining feelings in your limbs.

"I never knew that you took the bus," Jungkook starts, turning your face away from the flurries that fall outside the window and landing on the side of his face as he feigns concentration on the road.

"It's my only option since I don't drive," Jungkook's jaw fell open. He tried to catch it in time but it was too late, "Yeah yeah I know. I'm 25 and I don't drive." He takes advantage of the red light to face you, "There's no shame in that. I didn't mean to come off as judgy I was just surprised."

"No, I know. I'm not mad, I'm actually used to it. " The silence resumes, "Is there a reason why you don't drive?" He immediately regretted asking, he felt like he was prying and didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You were already in his car for god's sake.

"You don't have to-"

"I was 19."

Never mind, he thinks. You seemed more than ready to share.

"I was coming home from school, I had just finished my first exam of many, the roads were dark and I was tired. I thought I saw something run across the street but I told myself I was seeing things. Suddenly there was a thud. My car rocked over and over again, so finally, I stopped. I got out and I was terrified to see the trail of blood that ran behind my wheel. There was a black cat that got caught on my tires and kept getting dragged and rolled around for 20 yards."

Jungkook's hand had somehow found its way cupped over his mouth throughout your story, nothing could have prepared him for a story like that.

"I'm a monster. I know. I've never driven since that day. It's best for the world If I simply don't drive." Now resuming his driving, he took one hand off the wheel to place on your shoulder. "Don't talk like that. You're not a monster. It's not your fault. It's not like you did it on purpose. I'm sure the cat forgives you."

You shake your head, "It doesn't change what I did."

Somehow the conversation had taken a brighter turn to the long weekend. "What are your plans for the weekend?" You ask him as he turns into the parking lot of the daycare.

"Same as always, Ryan and I will probably watch movies, cook and do some crafts." Your heart warmed at the engaged weekend he had ahead of him. "That sounds so sweet. I'm sure you guys have loads of fun." He nods, "How about you?"

You laugh sadly, "My parents decided to ditch the cold weather this year and headed to Florida a few weeks ago, so I'll be thankful for wool socks and gossip girl." he laughs.

"You know, It'd be a shame to spend the holidays on your own. You're more than welcome to join our festivities." you looked out the window, not in disinterest but so that he couldn't see the way your cheeks tinted pink.

He parks, "No I wouldn't want to impose on-"

"I insist. You wouldn't be doing anything of the sort. it would be nice to have you." You smile. "Okay, I'll be there,"

The hours flew by faster than you could even realize. Practically startled to see a parent walking into the classroom ready to pick up their child, and just like that, the day was over.

There were no more than a handful of kids left, but no more than the usual 5 or 6 whose parents had signed them up for aftercare due to their schedules, including Ryan who you just watched offer his crayons to his classmate Lia.

Vanessa was quick to acknowledge his kindness and gave him a sticker, you would have loved to have been part of the moment but unfortunately, you were just pulled into the hall by another teacher being asked to supervise another class while she used the bathroom.

By the time you returned, you saw Jungkook and Ryan packing up the last of their things getting ready to go, but he seemed almost relieved to see you.

"I never got the chance to give this to you earlier this morning," He hands you a small bag. You were stunned at what was inside. "In the spirit of thanksgiving, I wanted to show you my gratitude." He smiles.

You pry the bag open delicately moving over the tissue paper to see a hardcover novel. You knew the cover anywhere. "I've been trying to get my hands on this book for months! It's been sold out everywhere how did you get it?"

A sly grin slowly works its way across his features but he doesn't say. "How did you even know I wanted this?" You were trying your best to resist the urge to hug him. "I'd only seen you with the previous book laying on your desk wide open a dozen times, and all the sticky notes you'd have sticking out. It was a lucky guess that you were a fan of the series."

Stunned to silence, you let your smile speak for itself. "I love it. Thank you so much." His hand raises to his chest as a sign of relief but it is actually him trying to calm his racing heart. He was afraid you wouldn't like it; but what was there not to like?

How couldn't you like it?

Why couldn't you find anything you liked? Nearly half your closet was on your bed, quickly falling to the floor over time as you searched high and low for something to wear. This would be the first time Jungkook would see you outside of your workloads so you wanted to look good, but not too good of course.

You didn't want to seem like you were trying too hard. Being effortlessly flawless was the look you were trying to go for but you fear you've passed that point as you started to break a sweat a few minutes ago.

Unsure of how much time has passed, feeling stuck in the endless fashion time warp continuum. The pit in your stomach suddenly grew three times larger once you'd realized you had no more than 30 minutes to get ready if you wanted to catch your bus.

Begrudgingly, you finally picked something to wear. A minimalistic brown crew neck with your black Lulu leggings and beige wool socks that would match perfectly with your Uggs. You wanted to look cute but still put together, so you decided to slick your hair up into a neat bun.

Scrambling to grab your bag and your house keys before you paced your way down the street to the bus stop.

Watching the apartment buildings slowly become more narrow and shorter as you saw more and more modern condos. Only 20 minutes had passed on your commute until it was time to begin your 7-minute walk to your destination.

With one last sneak peek into your bag to make sure the desserts you'd brought were still in order and weren't dishevelled at some point during your journey.

Looking back up to the door, ringing the bell and waiting no more than 10 seconds before an over-eager Ryan swung the door open, out of sight but not out of earshot, you could still hear Jungkook's sweet voice scolding his son.

"Ryan, what did I tell you about opening the door?" Finally, he comes into sight from around a bend inside revealing an entirely new Jungkook.

He looked, good. Better than good. He looked hot.

Wearing an army green Essentials hoodie paired with beige cargos and a silver chain that hung around his neck.

Oh, and his hair was blonde.

Surprised that your eyes hadn't fallen out of their sockets at the sight of his freshly bleached locks with his naturally dark roots. God, he was so fine.

"Hey! Come in, come in. " He steps to the side and Ryan is gently nudged over by his dad's leg to make room for you and your things as you step inside.

Your senses are immediately welcomed by the scent of mahogany, carefully chosen as it mingles with the comforting aromas of a Thanksgiving feast in the making.

"Hi, Ms. Hill!" Ryan shouts, loud enough for you to hear from 50 feet away. He was just the cutest, "Hi, Ryan!"

Jungkook smiled, "I'm glad you could make it," instinctively reaching out to take the bag from your hands so you could focus on taking off your shoes and jacket. "I brought this for you guys." You say, prompting Jungkook to peek into the bad, grinning at the sight of the mini chocolate cupcakes.

"I can't guarantee these will make it to tomorrow."

Once your boots were off and sat neatly near the door, Jungkook offered to take your jacket from you, entrusting Ryan with the duty of holding the bag with the desserts and sending him off to place them somewhere in the kitchen.

"Your hair." You finally say, giving your neck a minor strain as you look up to the man as he leads you further into the house. Everything was styled so neatly.

The colour palette consists of soft whites and beige with a splash of greens and turquoise. The fireplace was lit, emanating a gentle warmth throughout the open concept. It gave the living room a cozy feel along with the brown fleece throw blanket that was placed carefully over his sectional couch.

"Yeah, I got pretty sick of the blue, I thought it was time for a change." With a mind of their own, his hands run through his hair before he gives it a shake. "Do you like it?" He knew the answer, you're sure he did.

It's like a demi-god asking if they were attractive, the answer was obvious. "It would be a lie if I said I didn't." You leaned onto the kitchen island, your line of sight landing on the four-year-old who busied himself with the pile of crayons and paper on the carpet.

You hated how easily the two of you fell into natural conversation almost forgetting that it was Thanksgiving if it weren't for the sudden waft of a delicious meal in the making hitting your nose. "Something smells delicious." Your nose twitched cutely as you sniffed; your curious brown eyes watching Jungkook as he rounded the island closer to you to check on the food in the oven.

"Hmmm... It'll be about another hour or so, I hope that's alright?" You'd decided to finally plant yourself down somewhere, inwardly unable to decide where since there were so many options, the big comfy couch, the table or the barstool chair that you finally decided to go with.

"In the meantime, do you want anything to drink? I have water, champagne, white wine, red wine, apple cider, coffee, milk- oh! and Apple juice." you can't help but giggle into your hand as he lists off what seems to be a never-ending list of beverages.

"Apple juice is fine, thanks." Or at least you thought it was the safe choice until you heard a loud objection bubble out of Ryan's throat. His voice was absolutely enraged. "No! That's mine!" His little steps quicken over to your feet, reaching for the juice box from your hand.

"Ryan. What did I tell you about sharing?" He doesn't listen, his face becoming more and more frustrated the longer he goes without your (his) juice box in his hands. His small hands reach out for you.

One could blame it on your background of teaching when you had an idea. Reaching for the child-sized cup on the counter as you popped open the juice box.

"Is it okay if we share it? You can have some and I can have some." He still didn't seem entirely convinced but he calmed down a little watching you squeeze half of the box into his cup before handing it down to him.

Holding the cup securely with his two hands he looks down into the cup with an inquisitive look, as if questioning your motives behind your generosity. "What do you say to Ms. Hill for being so nice and sharing?" He looks up at you, with no emotion on his face for an uncomforting amount of time, scanning you.

"Thank you, Ms. Hill!" He beams with a big smile and scuttles back to his drawing station, but Jungkook can't risk the little adventurer ruining his carpet and orders him to drink it in the kitchen. At least that way any spills can be wiped away from the tile.

Jungkook couldn't get over how patient you were, but he supposed it to be expected. You worked with dozens of kids every day for a living. You must be a saint. He's sure he would've lost it.

Jungkook groans, letting his head fall onto his arms as he leans onto the counter with a long sigh, one that lifts a bit of exhaustion from within him. "Everything alright?"

He nods, "'Jus' never thought being a single father would be this difficult. Every day it's eat sleep work repeat, on top of being a dad to a child who just can't seem to share with others, and it makes me wonder if it's my fault."

Maybe it was the hazy scented candles getting to your brain, the toasty fireplace nearby giving you warm fuzzies or maybe the apple juice had a little kick to it but you took a leap of boldness to place your hand on his shoulder.

Watching his eyes trail from your short manicured nails to your big brown eyes that looked at him with the utmost sincerity. Like a pool chocolate kindness. "He's a great kid, Jungkook. Every child goes through a rebellious stage at some point, it's practically inevitable. I've seen this over a thousand times, it doesn't take away from how special he is, just look at him."

The two of you observe the preschooler as he hums the tune to an incomprehensible song with his tongue slightly poking out as he coloured his papers passionately. "Thank you, Y/n." Your head whips around at the warm contact of his hand on yours, it didn't feel alarming at all, it was nice if anything.

"Wow. I don't think I could eat another bite, that may just be the best meal I've ever had." You groan, a limp hand on your stomach as you lean back in your chair, sitting across from Ryan whose placemat was covered in various foods and sauces that he was told to stop playing with half through dinner.

Jungkook grins from ear to ear, "Thanks, it's nice to hear." You sigh, "No seriously, where did you learn to cook like that? And more importantly, when can you teach me?" His head falls back as he laughs right from his chest. You couldn't help but think how much you were enjoying yourself.

"Funny you should say that," Jungkook picks up the empty plates from the table, putting them in the sink before walking out of view briefly leaving you with Ryan who stared at you with a grin.

"Where did your dad go?" His smile grew even wider if possible before bringing his gravy-covered index finger to his lips making a 'shush' noise. No more than 5 seconds passed before Jungkook returned with a pumpkin about the size of your head.

"Who wants to make pumpkin pie?" You laugh, unable to take him seriously.

"No I can't Jungkook- NO!" You shout, afraid you'd collapse from the lack of oxygen that was reaching your lungs from so much laughter as Jungkook was currently holding your hand trying to get you to scoop out some of the pumpkin seeds.

"You can do it, Ms. Hill!" Ryan cheers you on as your fingers make contact with the guts against your will. They were slimy, and soft, and triggered your sensory issues in every way imaginable. You gagged while Ryan laughed until his face was red.

Scooping out the last of them and placing them into the bag that Jungkook would dump into the compost later.

The three of you popped the pumpkin pie into the oven together and transitioned into your next set of activities. Soon the three of you made your own custom turkeys out of construction paper and googly eyes.

Which led you to now. The three of you snuggled up under the big brown blanket that was once just decoration but now provided warmth along with the crackling fireplace.

Now halfway into the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving movie, you looked into your side where Ryan had nestled himself comfortably, soft snores leaving his mouth with each breath.

"He's just the cutest." You say, moving one of his hairs out of his face, watching him while Jungkook watched you. Nothing is more appealing to him than watching you care for Ryan. "When did you know you wanted to start working with kids?" Jungkook asks, prompting you to think endlessly but you couldn't come to a conclusion.

"I don't know honestly. Maybe it's because I grew up in a pretty big family. Even though my immediate family is just me and my parents I was always the unspoken babysitter at family events, watching over all my younger cousins all the time."

"Well if no one has told you, let me be the first to say you're amazing." You turn to him, it was long past sunset, leaving the living room with a darker ambiance than when you'd first arrived but the warm glow of the flames on the side of Jungkook's face paired with that look in his eyes tempting you.

He leaned in ever so slightly but you looked towards the boy that was stirring uncomfortably in his sleep as if you were bothering him. With his still closed he flipped around to lay his head on the couch cushions instead.

It was impossible to contain your soft giggles at his sass even when he was sleeping. "You want something to drink?" Jungkook offers, "Please." you chuckle, unravelling yourself from the tangle of blankets and following him to the kitchen.

He poured you both a glass of wine, resuming your previous conversation from where you stood in the corner of the kitchen against the counter near the oven that radiated a glorious smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon.

The tension could be cut with a knife. The way the two of you were looking at each other, practically stripping the other down with your eyes. Before you knew it, Jungkook was leaning into you and this time you definitely could blame it on the wine.

Placing your glass down on the counter behind you without thought and pulling his face to yours before finally pressing your lips against his own. Putting your heart into it before he pulled away, looking minorly dishevelled and flustered, "I-I was just reaching for my phone," He points weakly, his joints feeling as though they could fail him any second.

Your head rotates in horror to see his phone was in fact behind you and buzzing-- "Oh my god--" You held your red face in utter embarrassment, turning to walk away from him in shame but Jungkook would never allow that. Instantly grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back into him.

Your hips pressed flush against each other as he initiated a deep kiss, the kind you see at the end of a romance movie, nothing but passion and pent-up feelings. Feelings that he's held for you since the day he saw you.

He backed you up into the counter, your hands scrambling to brace yourself on his firm chest and he groaned softly into your mouth causing your knees to go weak. The kiss lasted longer than you thought you could hold your breath for, never wanting it to end.

"Wow-" you puff out a breath of air after the best kiss of your life. "A great cook and an even better kisser-- What can't you do?" For the first time, Jungkook's cheeks tint a rosy shade of pink but there's no time to respond as he hears Ryan complain.

"Daddy, I'm tired." You see his little head pop up from behind the couch with a bedhead of hair as he rubs his eye. "Yeah? You wanna get ready for bed little man? Come on let's go." Jungkook urges, turning to you with apologetic eyes, "I'll be right back, keep an eye on the pie for me?" You smile and nod.

Watching him disappear down the hall almost in a trace. A trance that was interrupted by the ceaseless buzzing of his phone. Buzz after Buzz after Buzz.

You shouldn't.

But the buzzing wouldn't stop.

What if it was an emergency?

You peeked at the screen.

Hana

-Where are you?

-I can't stop thinking about our night together.

-Pick up, I want to talk to you.

-When will I see you again? :(

Your stomach twisted, and you were certain it wasn't because of the wine. The oven timer goes off. How comedic. You shake it off, using the oven mitts to place the pie on the stove but ultimately deciding you wouldn't be able to stay any longer.

You didn't want to be the other woman, or the 'main' woman for that matter. You wanted nothing to do with someone who was possibly seeing two people at once.

Quietly you grabbed your things and made your way towards the door. Slipping into your Uggs and slinging your side bag over your shoulder when Jungkook sees you about to leave.

"Wait, Y/n. Where are you going? What's wrong?" Nothing but concern and confusion was written all over his face.

"I had a really great time tonight, Jungkook, Thank you. But I should really get going." Already twisting the door open and stepping through it, letting the frosty air nip at your cheeks and sweep by Jungkook's feet.

"it's dark and it's freezing outside, let me give you a ride." You object, "It's fine, it's only a 15-minute bus. I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow."

Like a whirlwind, you spun his world around and by the time he blinked you were gone.

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Neighboring Whispers

Character: Higuruma Hiromi Reader: female (cis) CW: explicit nsfw content, pre-relationship, neighbors next door, attraction at the first sight, mutual pinning, hair fetish, hair pulling, blowjob, fingers in mouth, spitting in mouth, praise kink & pet names (good girl and variations), fingering & vaginal sex, spanking, creampie, reader has long, non-curly hair and tattoos (yes, it's plot relevant) Word Count: 9k Synopsis: By a pressing accident you were left without water in your apartment, and you were forced to beg your neighbor, Higuruma, for letting you to take a shower in his bathroom. Dazed after a sleepless night, he obliged to your request. The consequences of his spontaneous decision had been haunting him ever since... A/N: little birds chirped @lale-txt wanted a sexy lawyer under her christmas tree and since we were already doing a server exchange... ;) merry a little late christmas, Lale, I hope you will enjoy this absolute monster of a one shot! ❤

The first ring was like an irritating fly, bouncing off the walls of his exhausted concentration, its dull buzzing drilling into his ears.

The second jolted him from head to toes, the first move in a prominently long time, aching and tingling in stiff joints and drowsy muscles.

The third finally made him peel eyes off the screen, his sight blurry and invisible sand grazing under his eyelids.

Higuruma hid face behind the soothing shadow of his hands, plastered tight to his skin, and groaned, almost cursed. He was tired, so deadly tired he would swore he could feel the dark circles under his eyes. The dizziness was comparable to one after an unsuccessful power nap—yet, he knew he wasn't asleep even for a second. He couldn't, not when at work, at that damned work he swore he would touch only for an hour, two at the absolute maximum, and then go to bed, to finally grab proper rest for the rare free day to come.

For how long was he stuck by the kitchen table, the place he had chosen to avoid the focus? Higuruma feared to peel hands off his eyes, but he still did so. The light, sipping through wide open blinds, was already bright and dazzling. The microwave clock was even more merciless: it showed a few minutes past eight.

Fuck.

The fourth ring was the longest, desperate and inappropriate for such an early hour. Under other circumstances Higuruma wouldn't welcome the intruder with open arms but at that moment he felt somewhat grateful for snapping him out of trance.

"Coming." He announced, more to himself than to the person behind the door. Legs bent and swayed under him at first, he had to lean against the table for a moment, cursing his workaholism and age, but he forced himself to stand straight, then to walk. By the time he reached the door he was almost back to state befitting a man in his thirties, not a senior he got turned into by a sleepless, work-full night.

Higuruma didn't look through the peephole first, just opened, catching you already turning back. A whirl of long hair caught his attention faster than your face, not that it helped him much when he finally met it with his exhausted—yet still attentive—gaze. He could roughly pinpoint it as familiar but couldn't bring any name nor other particularly useful information to it.

He knew you lived on the same floor. He knew you were often doing groceries in the same shop as him. He knew you both were sometimes taking the same train in the morning—but he had never caught which was your stop.

That's all.

"How can I help you, miss—" Higuruma's voice faltered; he was still trying to squeeze your name out of his memory, but his focus was already taking a different direction. There was something eerie about you, something concerning not as a danger for him but as a sign something must had happened, to you or to the whole surrounding. He wouldn't put it past himself to miss an emergency; when he was working, he could have easily overlooked a whole apocalypse.

You were a mess. Possibly worse than his own. Uncombed hair, falling over your shoulders in tangled strands, greasy face, visibly home-only oversized tracksuit, blowzily thrown over your shoulders, a tote bag, overfull, squeezed tight to your chest… He wasn't a detective, but he could easily tell you left your place in a hurry.

"Y/N." You relieved Higuruma of his main concern. "I live at number 33."

You took a sharp turn, nodding to your door, but Higuruma's eyes barely followed, yet again swallowed by the sheer waterfall of your hair.

"Alright, this is gonna be…awkward." You took a deep breath, as if adding yourself power to wade through whatever pressed on your soul. "Please. I beg. I need a shower."

"Pardon?" Higuruma almost choked on breath, shocked less by the sudden request, just rapidly pulled out of chaotic thoughts buzzing at the back of his head. Thoughts full of your hair and its flow, the suffocating and entrancing vortex.

"I have no water." You nearly sobbed. "There's a renovation up there, I forgot… The whole plumb line is turned off on my side. I don't know when— Fuck, I have a meeting in three hours. I don't have time to run to a bathhouse, even if they would let me in…"

He must have made an exceptionally stupid expression because you stumbled out of your panicked trance and hurried to explain what he hadn't even deemed as needing any explanation. Hugging the tote with one arm, you rolled the sleeve of the other and revealed a tattoo running up the forearm towards the elbow.

He nodded with understanding.

"Please, sir, no one else answers the door…" Your gaze flicked at him with such pleading that his already crumbling resolve immediately backed off, leaving him unarmed against you and your illegally beautiful hair. "I'll pay for the—"

"I charge only for legal advice, shower is a free service." Higuruma tried to squeeze a joke out of himself but with his exhausted expression he could as well recite a random sentence out of the case he was chewing through for the whole night. "First door to the left. Ah, and sorry for the…mess."

It was a massive overestimation, he realized a few of your steps into his apartment too late. His place needed a thorough tidying like fresh water. It wasn't dirty, at least that—but everything screamed "single, overworked, and too done to bother" at anyone who paid a minimum of attention. Dust, empty mugs and beer cans, takeout boxes piled into a temporary dumpster, any flat surface littered with books, files, loose notes, newspapers… Hey, he wasn't that bad usually, but you caught him in the worst moment, right before the day booked for being a responsible adult

Hell, he should have at the very least do something about his bathroom before he let you in. But you pounced at the door faster than his thought and he had to chew on his shame with the noise of his own shower filling the awkward silence around him.

When was the last time someone barged into his life like this? The last relationship Higuruma could call a serious one had lasted before he finished his apprenticeship. With time slipping through his hands and wallet filling with money he had eventually stopped inviting his flings to his place. And in the past few years he had extinguished even this fragile flame that kept pushing him into love hotels with equally tired participants of seminars, coworkers, and random lays he had stumbled upon in bars and never bothered to remember their names.

He couldn't see nor hear you, nothing over the hum of water, and yet, your presence was mercilessly crawling under his skin. He felt your breath at the back of his neck as he was tidying the space around in hurry. Maybe it wouldn't have been so palpable if you were a man… But a woman in his kingdom of the mid-thirty loneliness? Something about this fact cut a good half on his year count—and not to his advantage. He never pegged himself as shy nor crude to be bothered by a fact of a woman simply existing in his proximity, but…

It had been long, too long. And you were exactly in his type.

Exhaustion played a huge role at that, he was sure of it. Exhaustion paired with neglected libido and long-forgotten fetish perking their traitorous heads up at the slightest trace of your presence. You dropped something and shivers ran up his spine so hard he almost dropped his laptop too. A faint smell of fruity cosmetics reached his nose, and he couldn't remember anymore where he should put the papers he held. The hum of the shower finally stilled, and panic bubbled under his skin, cutting him short on sight and breath for a split second—split but long enough to mess with his balance.

You caught him like this, still bent over the table, at first glance nonchalantly checking something on the phone, in fact—fighting for the last scrap of dignity left in him.

Higuruma observed you with the corner of his eye, tense like a string. It was easier to look at you now, with your hair meticulously tucked under a towel tied around your head, so he took that risk. Little did it help. The sight of you casually standing in the middle of his apartment, bare feet, damp shirt plastered to your sides, churned his insides with yearning that had nothing to do with lewd ideas.

Yes, it definitely had been too long since he was touched with this level of intimacy.

"Sorry for the mess," he repeated himself, his voice feeling dry at his throat.

Your laughter suited the sharp yet sweet scent of your shower gel, filling his apartment for hours to come, "I won't look a gift shower in the plumbing. Thank you, mister—"

"Higuruma," he quickly cut in before awkwardness managed to drag you into his misery.

"Higuruma," you repeated, mimicking his accent almost to perfection.

He loved the way his last name rolled on your tongue. He loved it so much he had to turn away for a moment and bite on his own. Thoughts dancing in his head pressed too much to his lips. But he wasn't that much of a creep to let them do as they please. Just the fact they existed was putting him into embarrassment.

Did you notice? Most likely not, too busy balancing on one foot to pull a sock, then shoe, on the other. With a tote tugged under your armpit and in a hurry, you clearly struggled, but Higuruma didn't move from his place, mindful of his sins and the situation overall. If you needed help, you would ask, until then it would be better, if he kept this distance.

"I know you said no money but any chance I could return a favor in any other way?" You pulled him instead into conversation, much to the panic of his tongue, tying into clumsy knots at the slightest thought of speaking.

"It's nothing." Higuruma let the dream scenario fly over his head. He wasn't sure if you were flirting or just hated the idea of being in debt and in front of uncertainty, he preferred to stand his stubborn ground.

"You let a stranger use your shower." You didn't give up. You had the ball and you insisted on rolling it despite hurry pressing at your back, it seemed.

"My impossibly cluttered shower." Years in court made him more patient than a saint, even in front of a person crumbling his resolve into dust with a single flick of eyelashes. "I'd feel bad if I asked for something in exchange for such conditions."

"And what about me? I already feel bad for cluttering your space with myself."

"If I ever find myself without water, I'll know where to go."

You rolled your eyes and laughed again, your voice sharper this time. Higuruma wasn't especially sensitive with sounds but the change of yours immediately caught his attention and craved itself into his memory.

Oh, it was bad.

Dumbfounded, he didn't react when you pounced towards his abandoned workplace and snatched a piece of paper and a pen.

"I don't have much time left so—" You scribbled fast, digging deep into the surface, and yet clear enough for him to read with ease. "I'm a regular here. Come anytime and tell them Y/N sent you. The lunch is on me."

If not for the paper on the table and scent you left all over the apartment, Higuruma would classify you as a fever dream of an all-nighter the moment you sprinted out, apologizing and saying goodbyes all at the same time. He followed almost blindly, ready to shut the door as soon as you crossed the threshold (and cut you out before any weird new thought would haunt him). He already planned to air the whole place and scrub the bathroom out of your presence

He would, no hesitation, return to his cozy loneliness if not for a draft finally crushing the fragile construction on top of your head. Cascade of hair tore the knot apart, the towel slid down your shoulders straight into his hand as he reached for it without thinking twice and before it managed to untangle fully from the wet strands. They brushed his fingers, for a split time he felt their soft texture and weight, and his heart throbbed so hard he lost a good ounce of breath right there, over the threshold.

"Sorry and thank you! Take care, Higuruma!" The door of your apartment clicked closed before the echo of your voice disappeared. He stood there even longer, pulse beating in his ears like a drum and his cheeks burning. It felt like hours before he finally forced himself back into his place, barricaded into illusive safety, hand pressed tight to his face, to muffle a loud groan.

His skin was still slightly wet and smelled of your shampoo.

Oh, he was so done for.

He should have trashed that note.

It glared at him right from where you had left it. Higuruma hadn't dared to move it any way, himself not sure why, but instead of blending into the environment, as he was hoping, it stood out like a huge, bloody stain of shame. A reminder of what he had been praying for to be just a dream born out of exhaustion and sleepless night.

He was doing his best to not look at it. It attracted his eyes like a magnet.

In no time he knew the name and address by heart. His excellent memory, so helpful in his career, became his curse. One look in note's direction and his mind was already mapping the route. Of course, it had to be conveniently located, in the area he knew well, relatively close to his workplace, in distance perfect for a lunch break.

If only he trashed this piece of damned paper!

Maybe then his mind wouldn't be plagued with ideas and temptation. Maybe he wouldn't have to sneak in and out of his own apartment like a thief, jerking at the slightest sound behind his back. He was leaving earlier, returning later, changing routes and shopping in a different 7-Eleven. Everything to not run into you—just to return to your scent still somehow lingering in the air.

Higuruma was ready to swear you had somehow cursed him. Was it humanly possible to influence his life with only showering in his bathroom? The sharp and fruity scent grew stronger near the cabin, shaped in his mind like a vortex of your hair. Warm water falling on his head felt like your laughter, droplets traced down his chest and stomach like signs you wrote on the note, elegant and pronounced.

Your name tasted sweet and heavy on his tongue. Higuruma didn't dare to say it aloud, but it lingered, a sweet aftertaste of a candy he couldn't bring himself to ask for. He still tried to weigh it, right at the tip of his tongue, slick as a feel of your wet hair slipping through his fingertips.

Only once, he tried to put it into life, but it barely danced at the edge of his teeth and died with a miserable groan as he couldn't hold himself back any longer and spent the rest of his morning shower on furiously fucking his fist.

He should have trashed— No, burnt this note and thrown the ashes in the wind.

By the time his legs finally carried him, still against his will, to the address, Higuruma had already abandoned the idea of avoiding the problem. He wasn't quite there with an ultimate decision, but the desperation reached the level where he had to simmer it down. Giving in to temptation of seeing you again was only a reasonable decision; with some luck he would not find you there and, with a now clean conscience, he would finally get rid of the paper of shame.

Seeing the signboard took him aback. Higuruma didn't ponder over the location to expect anything, but he still froze in place, hand clenched stupid at the handle as he took a step back to look at the name again.

It sounded like one of those modern, instagram-catered places for a quick lunch in a break from rushing through the city. It was nowhere close to what, in fact, the place was: a cat cafe, in its whole camp and overfly fluffy glory.

Higuruma looked at the signboard, then took a peek through the window again. A fat tabby cat, loafing on a table by the sill, peeked back at him and slowly blinked. He took it as an order.

One deeper breath later he finally entered. Right by the threshold he was attacked by the suffocating, sweet scent, dangerously reminding him of the cosmetics you used in his bathroom. Panic roared at the back of his head but before he could listen and withdraw, he grabbed eye contact with a barista who had perked her head over the coffee machine.

"Good afternoon, sir." She smiled at him, as full of enthusiasm as professionalism allowed. "A table in a regular room or in a cat—"

"I have received a capias issued for a certain gentleman I found resting in your property." He said dryly, maybe a little too much as the woman's friendly expression tensed into a mix of stress and confusion. "Just joking. I'm not arresting anyone. I had this place recommended by an acquaintance of mine."

When he said your name, she immediately smiled (not without a breath of relief, he noticed) and dropped the mask of a perfect employee. He was stared at curiously now, from the tips of leather shoes to neatly composed hairstyle. Oh, he definitely was the main subject of workplace gossip—and would jump back into fashion once he left this place, no doubt in this matter.

"My apologies, sir, Y/N mentioned you would show up but hasn't notified us when." She flashed him with a genuine smile. "You're in luck, she's stopped for a lunch today, she's in the cat room right now. Shall I—"

"I'll find my way." Higuruma quickly cut in. He wouldn't mind adding spice to the gossip, even if just to ease his own stress, but…somehow, the thought of being observed during an inevitably awkward moment churned his stomach in a very not good way. "I would like—"

He studied the menu at the blackboard. Most of the names reminded him of absolutely nothing. "Something… decadent and viral, how kids call it. Surprise me, please."

"Would you like something to eat?"

"No, thank you."

He was ordered to strip from his jacket and scarf and asked to keep his briefcase as close as possible. Barista took her sweet time to study him as she walked him to the cat room, on her way explaining in detail what was allowed and what not. Higuruma let the words fly over his head: he had no interest in tormenting poor animals (who and for what would want to pull them by their tails?), but even if he had, his plans would be undeniably ruined by your presence. He already felt his throat clenching—not in fear or panic but in the same kind of embarrassment he felt whenever his thoughts about you slipped into the direction, he'd been avoiding at all costs. All of his thoughts were decent at that moment, yet he was tense and flushed regardless. Something, from the depths of his intuition, was whispering that, no matter what he does and says, he would reveal everything that happened, in his mind and not, since the day he had seen you barefoot and with wet hair in the middle of his apartment.

It would straight up make him come across as a creep.

He didn't want to come across as a creep.

"And no apprehensions." Barista finished her lecture with a smooth joke and pulled at the door to the cat paradise.

The main part of the cafe was calm—but the cat room was even calmer and silent, no music, none of the steady hum of working machines. It was almost empty too but a small group of teenage girls, flocking around the table by a huge cat tree, and you, of course, in a cozy corner, leaning over a book. Higuruma's heart almost flipped in his chest at the sight and fluttered just harder and faster when you pulled a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. The move was slow, smooth and so sensual one would think you were doing it deliberately.

But you were lost in thought, unaware of your surroundings and Higuruma's gaze taking in the view voraciously, straight up swallowing every inch of yours. From your face, beautiful in your calm focus, to the tips of your fingers, still tangled in the strands behind your ear—and down your back, together with the flow of loosely tied hair.

His mouth was dry and full of saliva at the same time. A smooth starter he had prepared in a case of wonderfully bad luck just died, leaving him with tight, uncomfortable silence and head empty of thoughts, full just of the feel of the same hair against his hand.

He hoped too that seeing you in a more presentable state would crush the intimate, inappropriate for your level of familiarity, appearance of yours he had coded. And eventually relieve him of the yearning that had nothing and everything to do with sex, all at once.

Fool, idiot, a hundred times a naive kid. Seeing you like this only made everything worse.

"Y/N! Your neighbor with a sexy nose is finally here." The barista chirped over his shoulder and bolted before neither of you both could react.

If the block in his throat was difficult to swallow before, now Higuruma could as well just suffocate and die on point.

"Higuruma!" You tried to feign a cheerful attitude, but flustered expression and sudden flap of both hands betrayed you. One of them was still tangled in your hair; you yanked it free from the ponytail and sent your ornate hair clip flying. It fell right by his feet with a little metallic thud.

"You seem to lose your head at my sight." Higuruma saw the opportunity to avoid your gaze and snatched it so fast he almost hit his head against the table. "Or I should rather say: things from your head."

His hand trembled under the weight of the little trinket. It seemed alright except for three zirconias that fell out straight into his palm, "Towel at least took it better."

You muttered a simple thanks and took the hair clip before he climbed up from his knee. Your hands met for a split moment and a sharp shock snapped up and down Higuruma's spine.

He hoped he managed to feign his calm better than you.

The silence that followed was heavy but not awkward for a change. Higuruma found himself a new excuse to look away, subtle and polite, just right to give you space for collecting thoughts: the decor of the cat room was truly entertaining to observe. Higuruma never had a cat; he was very pleased to notice that the furniture he took at first for clutter was in fact a developed playground. Little creatures, intrigued or concerned by the noise, moved from their spots. Shelves, ottomans and line bridges fluttered with elegant steps and soft tapping of little paws.

Even the fat tabby turned its head and gave Higuruma a look full of pity.

"It doesn't click right," you finally broke the much needed pause, pulling his attention back to you. "Oh well. I really liked it."

"It is a pity." He agreed, somehow keeping voice in check. The last thing he wanted was to suddenly screech at you. Fate knows how much his throat tried to, though. "It really suited your hair."

He didn't get a good look at it but after so many thoughts recalling your hair in detail, Higuruma could easily imagine it from every angle. His cheeks filled with traitorous, familiar heat. At least he wasn't prone to blushing.

By the gleam in your eyes, he could tell you were about to pick up the flirting, but you were interrupted by the barista. Looks were exchanged over his head, a slight tick at the corner of your lips betrayed their nature, but his attention was instead pulled by a piece of latte art put in front of him.

They really took his request to their hearts. Milk foam on top of his coffee was piled into a chubby cat face. They went as far as adding eyes, nose, whiskers and a little cunning smile. Three stripes at the top of its head must have been made with coffee as a paint. He had to admit the dedication to detail was truly endearing.

"Oh. That's surprising." You hummed, more to yourself, but continued louder prompted by his furrowing eyebrows. "You don't look like someone who would order a cute latte."

"Oh? And how do I look?"

"Black coffee. No sugar."

"I like it very sweet, actually." Higuruma finally felt more at ease, tension melting down his shoulders so visibly he could swear it was happening literally. "With a dash of milk."

The first few sentences were always the worst, in law and flirting alike. Once he got a good grip of the situation, he could finally focus on the exchange only. You were a cunning conversation partner, fast to catch his jokes, smooth to follow the thread and bounce the ball back at him. You had quite a gamut of shared topics and he just kept growing more interested—no, fascinated.

Your mind and soul were fitting his type even more accurate than your appearance.

And yet, Higuruma's thoughts kept bouncing back to the fateful morning, to the perfection of your body in its messy glory. He couldn't help but to compare all the time. A strip of your tattoo peeked from under your sleeve—and he knew how far it, in fact, reached. A contour of your bra was visible under your shirt—in almost the same place where wet spots had pressed since you had dried yourself in a rush. Your hair fell smooth over your shoulders, in heavy strands he was dying for to caress—because he remembered the sensation of their ends touching his skin.

Over and over again, his flesh was taking over his mind. And it was…infuriating.

When something touched his calf, Higuruma nearly jolted. He managed to forget a little how tense he still was, illusion destroyed fast by a friendly tail, wrapping around his leg.

The indifferent stare and chunky posture were already familiar.

"Oh, someone likes you." You cooed with a bright smile. "It's rare for Haru to come to a new client."

"She's being picky?" The lawyer leaned down, let the curious cat sniff his fingers before he gently caressed its head.

"He. He's a little fussy diva. Wait, maybe I'll encourage him a little—"

You leaned to the side and behind to reach for a toy, move quite fast, and your hair repeated the vortex he had seen even before he had taken a look at your face. The almost painful churning in Higuruma's stomach rushed dangerously low; he coughed into fist to give a reason for leaning forwards. Haru snapped his head back at the noise, but instead of running away he leaped into the lawyer's lap, fitting tight the space between his torso and thighs. And successfully hiding the area that could become problematic at any moment.

"Thanks, buddy," Higuruma whispered and scratched him behind the ear.

"He really likes you." You laughed, by no means offended for your sneaky plan to fail before it had started. "You're so natural with cats."

"It's only one of my talents." He flicked his gaze at you, his hand resting full on the cat's head, deliberately swept along the line of its spine. "Been always told I'm good with my hands."

The risk was exceptionally calculated, even for him. But it paid off with sparks of interest flickering in your eyes and fast, so easy to miss, bite at the side of your bottom lip.

The note had been replaced by a hair clip.

Higuruma hadn't even thought twice when he had sprinted out of work straight to a jeweler. His mind and soul had been in a different place, entranced by your number freshly saved on his phone, and hadn't perked up even at the significant amount of money he had spent on a golden clip.

The coincidence had been too good to be just a wink of fate: the design was almost identical to your old one.

Complications had appeared after he had come back and grabbed much deserved sleep. Fresh brain had pushed the old scruples back to the surface, and the would-be gift had ended on the kitchen table, leering at Higuruma as he was sneaking by, in shame and trying to look away.

Since the cat cafe date, you had met at least five times. All meetings had been rather non-committal and platonic, and the closest he got to fulfilling his fantasies had been a gentle kiss on his cheek he had earned after a movie. Yet, Higuruma knew there was a prominent spark of interest on your side. So far you had answered all of his advances with eagerness if not straight forward had been playing with him as if he was a cat on the other end of a teasing wand.

He was still feeling ashamed of himself but didn't intend to let such an opportunity slip through his hands. All he needed was that last step…but he couldn't quite grow spine to finally make it.

So the hair clip kept glaring at him, and he kept ignoring it, as much as he could at least before he was caving in to all those temptations leading him to late night shower fantasies.

By the time he heard you ringing to his door he even managed to forget about it a little. Well, he was deep in work again, his mind finally free of all red-hot thoughts and quandaries—until said sound pierced him like a stray bullet. He knew immediately it was you; he couldn't explain why and how but he knew. The rush of blood thudding in his ears for once had nothing to do with anxiety—this time it was a genuine excitement, hope even, if he dared to somewhat name the vortex of his thoughts. This was but just a little change; it meant nothing for heat building in his cheek nor for trembling of hands he barely tamed on his way to the door.

Before he opened, he had to take a deep, hopefully calming breath.

"This is gonna be awkward again." You admitted with a shy smile. "There's no heating at my place. And no warm water. "

Your appearance was a stunning middle ground between the scrupulously crafted look you donned for your little dates and the casual home-only mess Higuruma had learnt the day you got to talk for the first time. You were still dressed neatly but disarray had already sneaked with crumpled fabric, rolled up sleeves and the mess of your hair, barely tamed with a hair band.

A loose strand fell out of it, and you tugged it behind your ear, with the same smooth, sensual move he had learnt by heart. Higuruma swallowed, a bit too audibly for his comfort.

"I can offer warm tea and warm company," he moved to the side and gestured towards the apartment. At least this time the mess was more tamed; since he had been caught red-handed, he paid more attention to the state of his surroundings.

It couldn't possibly be a more obvious excuse, but Higuruma's thoughts were speeding too fast to do something more than taking a mental note. He intended to guide you towards the living room, but you took your guest rights to the fullest and chose a seat by the table in the kitchen from where you were piercing him with a curious gaze. In a calmer state Higuruma would pay more attention and take note how strategic your move was—but he was too busy masking his stress by preparing the tea and snacks. Before the doorbell, at least a shadow of the hair clip had existed at the back of his head. Now the whole trace was gone, replaced by all his dreams and worries packed into a single vortex of inner and somewhat controlled panic.

Why was he so nervous? He had no reason to delve into his thoughts anymore. All that was left was one of you finally tugging the rope to their side. You were right there, behind his back, twisting a strand of your hair around your finger, legs crossed just right to roll your dress up your thighs a little. Part of him was itching to turn and pull you into his arms, to bury his face into the back of your neck, to trace your tattoos and check how far they really reach. The other kept spraying the horny demon in him with cold water—and by far winning at that time.

If only you gave him a little more prominent sign…

"A hair clip?" As if reading his mind, you sprung forwards. "It looks like mine… Where did you get it?"

Higuruma almost dropped the cups with tea.

"Oh. That." He had never been blessed his experience with stress-taming than he did now. He needed only a single breath to look presentable again. "Well… Now it's my turn at the awkward merry-go-round. Was supposed to be a gift."

He set your cup in front of you, his hand almost free of trembling. Your gaze grazed over it for a second before it flicked back to the accessory, by "chance" placed right within your sight but out of reach, "Gift?"

"Replacement for the one I broke." Higuruma had no choice but to grab it himself and offer it to you on open palm. "I plead guilty and have already paid a fine."

You said nothing but he could read from your face his choice was simply perfect. You gently traced its edge, almost took it, but at the last time you withdrew, your eyes full of sultry gleam. "Thank you. It's so pretty. But you shouldn't have—"

"Oh, I should. And I loved it." Higuruma already knew where it was going. He felt sweat pearling at his temples, a single droplet traced down the side of his face. "It's but a pleasure to offer beautiful things to a beautiful woman."

You traced the clip again, with more prominent pressure this time, such a perfectly feigned hesitation.

"Then…" Your gaze wandered up and locked with his. "Would you like to clip it in?"

Higuruma's knees nearly gave up under him when you, no longer waiting for his answer, let your hair flow free. With a single shake of your head, you spilled it all over your shoulders for him to gather it again, smile dancing at the corners of your lips a shameless proof you knew exactly what you were doing.

Were his thoughts that obvious? Were his sinful dreams written all over his face? Was he being pulled into a trap from the very beginning?

As if entranced, Higuruma approached you from behind. Even with explicit permission he was more than gentle when he caressed your hair from the crown of your head to its tips. It was smooth like velvet, far more than he had imagined it to be after the brief contact.

The flame inside him churned and roared, pulse thudding in his ears muffled down all the other sounds. Hands shaking, he started gathering your hair to the back, into a single, thick thread he tried to hold firmly for the clip. He feared to tug too much; if he slipped once, he knew he wouldn't stop, the loose yet so heavy knot around his fingers just waiting to be tightened.

In the wildest fantasies flowing through his dreams Higuruma hadn't considered it to feel so good, almost too good to be real.

He couldn't hold it for longer, he let go, watched your hair spill again in awe, his throat dry and clenched. Threading fingers through it, he reached deeper, brushing at your scalp, and noting, pleased, a low, purr-like sound you made. Entrancing smoothness pulled him yet again, though, and he combed the strands to their tips, and returned to the crown of your head, over and over and one more time, and more—

"You don't have to be so gentle," you hummed, arching into his touch with no trace of shame. "I quite like it pulled."

Higuruma swallowed the hook together with the rod.

He gathered your hair into his fist, wrapped it around, and slowly—but with prominent power—pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck to himself. You mewled, following the move without further encouragement, giving him better access in the most arched, sweetest way possible. He leaned closer, his lips an inch away from your skin as he soaked in the familiar, sweet, intimate scent. The choice between possible routes was hard but eventually he settled on the most shameless one. He kissed your ear, brushed his lips right under it, and dived straight into the source of the fire burning him through all this time, through weeks that felt like ages.

The softness of your hair was even more intoxicating when Higuruma felt it against his face. The first tasting nudge found your approval, so he went for a shaky, almost desperate breath of your scent, so rich and so throughout yours. It was a sin to abandon it, but he knew he had to discover more—or else the doors to the forbidden garden might push him away and shut closed. Shaking and almost sobbing in immense pleasure and happiness, the lawyer trailed his kisses back to your neck, then down to the curve of your shoulder until he felt the seam of your dress under his lips.

"Hiromi…" You pleaded in whisper, for the first time calling him by his name. "Kiss me…"

Hand still tight in your hair, Higuruma tilted your head stronger to the side and leaned over your shoulder. Your noses brushed awkwardly before he finally found your lips. He expected it to be slow, just a little peck for a starter, but you apparently just waited for it. You grabbed him by the tie and pulled, your tongue slipping into his mouth without a warning nor hesitation. He let you take the lead at first but soon your advances weren't quite enough for his voracity, and he answered you with even greater eagerness.

It was his first kiss in so long and one of the very few so intense. You were barely stopping for a breath, one immediately pulling the other back when it halted. Higuruma's head was spinning, from lack of air and overflow of emotions. His heart was beating so fast that he danced on the line of fainting right in front of you, no wonder you guided him as you liked despite his hand clenched in your hair and kisses swallowing your breath.

You stood up and pushed him against the table, finally giving the both of you much deserved break and freeing each other of the tight clutch of your hands.

"Lemme," you nipped at his ear shortly after.

Gasping for air, Higuruma watched your advances with fascination. You unbuttoned his shirt with a casual knack and pawed at his hairy chest, trailing down the dark line towards the hem of his pants. Part of him was relieved to have his hard, almost painful, erection finally freed—the other dusted his cheeks with embarrassment. So fast and so easily… He wasn't a teenager anymore, his desperation was almost shameful.

Little did you care, almost shaking yourself when you fell to your knees and peeled his pants and underwear out of your way. You licked your lips at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock, and wrapped fingers around it. A few testing strokes later, you brushed a droplet of precum off his tip with a thumb, then leaned for a little, almost cute kiss.

"Shit…" Higuruma muttered through clenched teeth. For once forgetting about your hair, he held on to the table for his dear life and focused on not cumming right on spot. Unaware of his fight, you continued with teasing kisses and kitty licks towards the base. With the tip of your tongue teasing the sensitive skin of his balls you almost sent him flying; to stop orgasm from coming he bit his lip so hard he almost cut it to blood.

"So full…" You cooed, unawares of his struggle. Higuruma didn't dare to look at you—a futile effort as he could easily imagine what you were doing just by the feel of your lips and tongue at work.

"It's been… A while— Fuck!" As if it would help him if he held his breath and closed his eyes. Your mouth was so wet and hot and sucked him off with such fervor he was ready to beg you to slow down. It was illegal for a simple blowjob to feel so good; was it your skill or his desperation, all of it mixed with the tension building up relentlessly through the last few weeks—it didn't matter. Various thoughts were speeding through his mind, but he quite literally had no power to process them.

Higuruma mewled your name, a pitiful whimpering sound that clenched his chest with almost painful embarrassment. He felt your approving hum vibrating around his cock as you slid him into your throat, until you reached a depth comfortable for you, and started bobbing your head along his length. His imagination reached its peak of capability, drowned into comfortable darkness he desperately tried to enforce on his poor, tortured brain. So slick and hot, so tight when you hollowed your cheeks and sucked, balancing right on the thin line between ineffable pleasure and discomfort.

You were on a mission to suck him dry—and he had no power (nor desire) to oppose you.

Yet, with the tension relentlessly building and nearing its peak, Higuruma put every ounce of his might left and peeled one hand off the table to immediately tangle it in your hair. You chirped, pleased, around his cock, clearly expecting a pull towards—not backwards. Eyes wide open and dark with desire, you gazed at him with upper confusion. You didn't even close your lips, a string of saliva still connected them with the tip of his dick.

"N-not like that…" The lawyer managed to choke out between desperate draughts for air. "I want—"

Thank goodness you read his mind like an open book. Otherwise, he would stutter there to the kingdom come and back, like a dazed idiot he was.

"Bed?" You nuzzled your head into his palm. The temptation to pull grew stronger again, so strong that Higuruma's cock twitched just at the thought. He quickly withdrew, brushed his fingers down your face to wipe saliva off your lips and chin. At the desired level he hesitated—and brushed a little string of drool back into your mouth and deeper. If you were surprised, you hadn't showed it, instead opening wider for him and swirling your sinful tongue around his digits.

A wild idea crossed his mind, a kink he had tried with one of his past partners but hadn't quite brought it back until now as he was fucking your mouth with his fingers and staring at your drool pooling inside and dripping down your chin, first droplets falling on the front of your dress. He didn't dare to say it but a move, expression or the whole situation must have betrayed him yet again.

You pierced him with an understanding gaze and nodded.

Higuruma slowly withdrew his fingers and grabbed your chin, soon tilting your head back. With his throat so dry it took him quite a moment to gather enough drool, but you waited oh so patiently, your eyes closed and your hair flowing down your head with the heave of your heavy breathing.

He leaned down and let his spit slowly drip down from the tip of his tongue, straight into your wide open, waiting mouth. Your whole body trembled and a little mewl broke through your lips as you let it slide down your throat.

"Such a good girl…" The guttural, heavy with desire voice that got out of his throat surprised even him. "Swallowing everything for me…"

He did it two more times before he couldn't find more spit to share. Instead, he returned to torture you with his fingers, playing with your tongue and testing how far he can reach before you gag around them. With great pleasure he was surprised to not find this moment despite trying really hard.

"If you're gonna torture me like this—" You warned with an impish gleam in your eyes as soon as he gave you a break. "—I won't hold it for longer and make you cum with my mouth."

Higuruma leaned against the table and cooled his head down with a few deep breaths.

"Bed," he agreed with the unanswered question of yours and helped you get up.

Yet again you took the lead and straight up herded him to his bedroom. When and how you figured which was the right door, he had no idea, but he also didn't ponder over this fact too much, too busy with not tripping while kicking his pants out of the way. You both fumbled at the threshold, tangled in clothes you desperately tried to get rid of while kissing each other blindly, until the lawyer finally found an upper hand and pushed you inside and then on top of the bed.

You started rolling the dress up, but Higuruma shoved your hand out of the way and reached beneath you for the zipper. It gave up so easily he worried for a moment he broke something, but you just graciously wiggled out, freeing your shoulders and breasts. The sight messed with his momentum, a heavy lump stuck at his throat, and he had to close eyes for a moment to not cum on the spot.

You finished rolling your dress down your hips and snapped your legs open with great impatience, "What, have you changed your mind?"

Higuruma cursed under breath, wiped his face with both hands—and immediately dove for it much like a bird of prey. Avoiding the temptation of your hair at all costs, he focused on your tattoos instead, tracing them with his tongue and kissing. He had no idea you had so many of them, in so many interesting places he was dying to explore and to cover with hungry hickeys.

But he was also aware of the burning hard problem below his waist, so he didn't waste a droplet of time. He reached straight between your legs, hummed at the feel of soft bush brushing against his fingers and spread your labia open.

"So wet for me, baby girl?" He breathed against one of your nipples before sucking on it with fervor.

A needy mewl was your answer as you bucked your hips, trying to steal friction from his palm. He didn't hesitate from giving you all you wanted, two fingers sliding into you at once. Just the squelching tight sensation was enough for a wave of pleasure to crush against him; with a whimper Higuruma thrusted dry against your side, staining your skin with precum.

"Fuck, you're so sexy…" His voice was breaking with desperation, but he kept a reasonable pace with stretching you. Your tightness was so hot and intoxicating, but he worried he could hurt you if he hurried the matters too much. If he made a mess and embarrassment out of himself because of it, he would take it, as long as you hadn't felt any unwanted pain.

You read him right yet again and grabbed him by wrist, "I'm ready."

His next move hadn't met the same patience as you whined when he left you on the bed to look for condoms in the drawer.

"It's okay, I'm on pills." You pulled him back by the hem of his shirt and slid it away a moment later, leaving him completely naked.

Clawing at his shoulders you kept nudging him until he was back in his place, teeth grazing at your neck. You fumbled in sheets warming each other up and experimenting for the last time before the main event, both of you growing impatient beyond tolerance.

"How do you want it?" Higuruma rasped into your ear and bit at its shell. His cock throbbed with warning at the sweet mewl of yours; he knew he wouldn't last much longer if he kept edging himself.

"You can be rough," you whined without a hesitation as he pushed himself on top of you again. "I'll just tell you to stop, if needed. And hair—"

"Got you."

He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and gave you space to roll on your stomach and climb on your knees. He tried to not stare too much, just a glimpse of your ass arching for him, your hips swaying with invitation, put his blood pressure to alarming limits. Lining himself up at the best angle he could find, Higuruma kneeled between your legs and kneaded your cheeks. He loved how his fingers dipped into your soft flesh, but he didn't quite have enough time to appreciate everything you had to offer.

"Hair," you reminded him, looking over your shoulder at him with such heat in your eyes that a harsh shiver ran down his spine.

"I got you, my sweet girl." Higuruma leaned over your back and kissed the nape of your neck before taking a fist full of your hair. He hadn't pulled on it just yet, waited for the perfect moment when his cock slid into you and nestled comfy between your slick, tight walls.

He needed a break again, an inch away from an early finish. He kept the fire simmering by peppering you with bites and kisses, the grip on your hair kept satisfyingly strained until he felt he could move freely.

A single deep and shaky breath later Higuruma finally rose straight to his knees, pulling you with himself until you arched your back and mewled. A tinge of pain was audible in your voice, but your cunt fluttered around his cock, and you hadn't said anything, so he followed with the plan, trusting your words from a moment earlier.

"F-fuck…" He muttered as he bottomed out, hips pressed flush to your ass. "Such a good girl you are…"

You stated your limits clearly, but Higuruma didn't want to test his luck. The grip on your hair was more than enough to satisfy his wilder side—and still he refrained from yanking your head too much. Just enough to have your back tense like a string as you were taking each one of his deep, desperate thrusts. More out of curiosity than anything he smacked your ass with a juicy slap, the sight of your body rippling from the impact so powerful he had to slow down and wait through another dangerous close call.

"Hi… ro…" You struggled to call for him, one hand clawing at sheets, the other between your legs as you played with your clit. He clenched his teeth and spanked you again. You responded with loud and enthusiastic moans, the best music he heard in a long, long while.

The finish was really close. Higuruma's hand clenched hard on your hip, maybe even bruising you in process, but then his focus narrowed to your union only and its unbearably hot, slick sensation that kept swallowing him. All he needed was your high first; he didn't want to go there without satisfying you at least this much. Your sweet sounds and trembling body were giving him good guidance—and he kept repeating what he was doing until the tight knot in your abdomen finally snapped and you spasmed in his hold, the tight clench of your pussy sparking friction almost too intense for him.

It didn't take long for him to finish too; a few erratic thrusts later he spilled his seed deep in you and collapsed on top of you, pressing you tight to the mattress.

Catching on breath, almost blind from exertion, Higuruma kissed your neck right under the hairline and buried his nose at the back of your head. You didn't make any sound under him, and he worried he might have pressed you too hard—but as soon as he shifted his weight to side, you budged and protested with a weak mewl.

"Stay." You reached behind and threaded fingers through his hair. He shivered under the gentle touch, almost literally melting when you kept scratching at his scalp and playing with his sweaty strands.

"I'm staying," he promised and nuzzled close, flush against your back, cock still nestled deep in you. Frankly, even if he wanted, he didn't have much power left, just enough to roll to the side and collapse there for good. But he loved the intimacy of this moment even more than sex before, the warmth of your body, the rhythm of your pulse, the smell of your sweat covering your skin with a thin, sticky layer.

"Fuck, I think we need a shower." He mumbled to himself and chuckled, sure you had snoozed in his arms, but you answered the laughter and reached for his hand.

Higuruma gladly intertwined fingers with yours.

"I'd love to see your shower again." You kissed his knuckles, a smile pressed to your lips.

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arminsumi · 8 months

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gojo feeling a bit down but being terrible at communicating it but you can tell because when he thinks your not looking he looks sad so ur just super affectionate with him without saying why and giving him all the love he needs 🥺

TWO DAYS IS TOO LONG.

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 — 五条悟

NOTE: aaa this!! 😩 i hope u like what i did with it 💗

WARNINGS — fem reader, small bit of angst, pre-established relationship (married), if u saw an error then... no u didn't... 🥲

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

p.s. requests are open again sweeties! come say hi i would love to write for uuu!!

You're folding clothes into a suitcase in preparation for a business trip to Okinawa when your husband comes into the bedroom.

He lingers behind you with a solemn expression, hair brushing the top of the doorframe. If there's one thing he hates most, it's your business trips to Okinawa, because he can't ever tag along (and he's tried. He's clung to your leg at the airport before.)

It's just two days.

But those two days are two days too long for him. He watches you serenely packing your suitcase for a little while longer, his lips skewed into a sad curve, and then does what he always does when he's upset and slowly embraces your from behind.

"Angel." you jump a little. This man is as quiet and stealthy as a cat when he's sad. That's already a telling sign that he's upset — silence. Gojo Satoru is hardly a quiet man, especially around his wife.

"What's the matter?" you ask softly, still nimbly folding clothes with your hands. His arms vine around your tummy and he lowers his face to rest on your shoulder.

"Nothin'." he lies very unconvincingly. You can hear the lack of liveliness in his voice.

You turn around in his embrace. Lips still stuck in a sad curve, he looks down at you like a lost puppy. A tall, lanky, moody puppy of a man.

"C'mere." you beckon for him to lower himself into a kiss. He listens and when he feels the press of your lips, he melts like butter.

He licks his lips savoringly after you pull your face away. Feeling your hands cupping his cheeks is just what he needed right now.

"It's only for two days, Satoru. You're so dramatic." you tease.

He groans, "Two! Whole! Days! It annoys me. I wanna go with you so bad."

You tilt your head at him adoringly. Folding and packing has completely ceased, now you're giving full attention to your pouty husband and that makes him happy. He's relishing in it, bathing in the way you look at him with so much love.

"You know you can call me, right?" you tell him, calming his twittering nerves with each soothing touch across his shoulders and arms.

"But I want more than that. I want you right here." he groans and then does the most Gojo thing possible and purposefully topples his weight on you so you're pinned to the bed underneath him.

"S'toru, can't b-reathe!" you giggle shortly, feeling his body press to yours.

"I'm staying like this 'till the plane leaves 'n then you'll have to stay."

"You're ridiculous."

He smirks into your neck. "Call Nanami and tell him he's just gonna have to do all the work himself."

You laugh. Your husband rolls off to the side, realizing he's very slightly crushing you.

"So jealous." you remark. Gojo flares up defensively.

"I'm not jealous! — okay, a little — you know what yes! I am jealous! So fucking jealous."

You laugh again. He's furrowing his brows, clinging to your body like he does when he prepares to nap. A very cat-like posture. And then he paws for your attention.

"How did I marry such a damn goof." you tease.

"You married me because I'm a goof." he muttered.

"True. That was one of the first reasons I crushed on you."

His ears perked up. You'd began stroking your fingers through his hair, and he was relaxing against your body just soaking up the affection. "Oh really?" he smirks. "What were the other reasons, tell me."

You have to roll your eyes. He pesters you until you start telling him the long, long list of reasons why you fell in love with him. Gojo's smiling into your skin, happily listening and dozing off.

"Angel? Did you fall asleep? Of course you did." you sigh, looking at your half-filled suitcase and the clock; your plane was going to depart in an hour.

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strangersteddierthings · 8 months

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The thing is, Steve has learned, that becoming untouchable isn't all he wants it to be.

People were too quick to try and reach out for him, ask for more than he was willing to give. He hadn't wanted to give up his first kiss to some random girl at some random boy's twelfth birthday party because of spin the bottle. He hadn't wanted to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Jenny Jackson or Linda Simons at Tommy's birthday party the following year. He did want to take Mary Linscott to Snow Ball, but she just wanted to make out behind the bleachers instead of dance with him. He didn't want to do that but then Brian called him stupid for not wanting to, and asked if he was queer. So, Steve had turned right back around and dragged Mary back under the bleachers, kissing her until it was time to go to prove Brian wrong.

(Even though Steve knows Brian isn't wrong. That Steve had wanted to ask Brian to the dance as much as he'd wanted to ask Mary but knew better than to do that. He saw how they treated Eddie Munson last year for the suspicion of liking other boys and Steve wasn't going to let that happen to himself.)

Brian had congratulated him after and asked what base he got to. Steve didn't want to get to any bases, but he couldn't say that, so he just punched Brian in the arm and said 'more bases than you' which was true because Brian's date didn't kiss him even once.

Then Carol Perkins approached him at lunch, shortly after Snow Ball, and asked if Steve would be her first kiss. Not because she wanted to kiss Steve, but because she wanted to kiss Tommy H, but didn't want to be bad at kissing. Steve agreed because he liked Carol. Not in the way she liked Tommy, but mostly because she'd asked.

No one had done that yet.

She came over to his house on a Saturday because she didn't want Tommy to catch them and think she didn't like him. They made out in his room because, despite his parents being home, they didn't really care who was in his room with him or if the door was open or shut. Probably didn't even notice he had someone over. She leaves an hour later.

By Tuesday Tommy and Carol are an item and by Friday they were Steve's best friends.

However, for reasons Steve doesn't understand, more girls keep asking him to be their first kiss. And maybe it's because he's already got a reputation, or maybe Carol let slip he'd said yes when she asked, but Steve finds himself kissing a lot of girls he doesn't want to. He doesn't know how to say no. Can't find a reason too. Brian's words play in the back of his mind every time he thinks about saying no.

(Are you stupid? Are you queer? He doesn't want to be either of those things, and given his grade in biology and pre-algebra, he's really only got a hope of avoiding the queer label. His father would tolerate a stupid son. He doesn't think he'd survive if his father had a queer one.)

There are a few girls he's been crushing on that ask him and that was nice. One, Alice Baker, even becomes his girlfriend for a month. His first relationship.

Soon eighth grade gives way to being a freshman and Steve, who has always been handsome and cute, catches the eye of upperclassmen now.

And Steve's not sure how it happens, but he ends up moving past first base with another girl whose name he can't remember, or possibly never knew. He doesn't remember asking her for hers when she led him into one of the bedrooms at the house this party was at while he was way too tipsy.

And then it just grows. The reputation and what people expect from him, and he doesn't want it, but he's never said no before so can he start now? Doesn't he need a reason to say no? If he doesn't have a reason, does that make him queer? He should be wanting this. What boy doesn't want this?

And maybe he does want it. But not like this.

He doesn't want to be slightly drunk at yet another party, following the first girl that grabs his wrist and pulls him after her into whatever secluded area they can find. He doesn't want to keep saying yes when he wants to say no.

The summer between freshman and sophomore year he confides in Carol. It's a risk. Carol can be cruel, quick with her words to tear you down, to spread the rumor that will ruin your life. But she's also fiercely loyal.

He tells her he's tired of kissing people he doesn't want to.

Carol is quiet for a long time, and Steve almost thinks he's made a mistake. But then she speaks.

"Okay. Let's make a plan."

And they do. Then suddenly Steve is untouchable. Carol teaches him how to see the weakness in people and call it out. How to wield his facial expressions as a weapon and a shield. How to put on the air of being the most important person everywhere you go so well that everyone else begins to believe it. How to fall back on the fact his parents are rich, gone often, and, almost most importantly, well known in the community. It gives Steve's name a weight to throw around.

More importantly, all of that culminates in people no longer asking things of him. Instead, they look to him to take the lead, they wait to be asked. It makes Steve feel in charge of his life for once.

But now.

Now, years later, having survived a spring break from Hell and averted the apocalypse, Steve watches Eddie hang off Argyle with ease, fling an arm over Jonathan's shoulder while laughing at a joke, easily pull Dustin into a headlock or wrestling match.

Easy touches that Steve should be able to do, too. A jealousy wells inside him almost as much as the unease he feels in his stomach at the mere thought of letting them know they're allowed to reach out and touch him, too. That Eddie's allowed to reach out and touch.

But then he remembers what happened when he let people have that power over him and he can't bring himself to do it.

It settles in Steve, then, the realization. When you become untouchable, you're unable to touch.

@nburkhardt @i-less-than-three-you adding my own lil bit of angst into the mix now (:

#pre steddie #my fic #cw dubious consent #internalized homophobia #steve kisses a lot of people he doesnt want to because of peer pressure and his own fear of not fitting in #it is also implied steve has sex with people when he didnt really want to #steve harrington has bad parents #touch-starved steve #also if you know the song that last line is from i am smooching the top of your head softly

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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Do you think Gojo would flirt during class?

YES! I know he would!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, notes, flirting, kisses, getting caught, sweet!Gojo, flashback!Gojo

A/N: I don't know how but they made Gojo look even prettier.

He doesn't only have notes that he writes during class but he also has some really cheesy pre-written ones made just to make you laugh

Knows that if you laugh too much it might get you in trouble so he often does it with you because he is very aware that the notes he gives you are so cheesy they're funny

This can get you both to get the same punishment which is also a reward because you're still spending time together

Always tries to sit next to you or at least as close to you as possible

If he's sitting behind you he'll pretend that to look over your shoulder to see your notes, what he's actually doing is telling all the things he likes about you or asking you where you should go for your next date or how much he'd love to be kissing you right now instead of being in class

When he sits next to you he will often pretend to drop something to your side in order to run his fingers over the back of your hand

It's also much easier to pass notes that way

He will wink at you any opportunity he gets

Always leans far back on his chair, saying its to have a better view of the class when in fact its to hear you easier when you're sitting behind him

Gojo is always reacting to your flirting, no matter who sees or it gets him in trouble

Will drape his jacket over the back of his chair so you can slip your notes in his pocket, and he can reply

Blows you a kiss before he sits down, he does this regardless of his friends teasing him for being a huge flirt and hopeless romantic

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forbidden-sin-bin · 7 months

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Sex and Filthy Smut headcanons

(Eminem x F!Reader Hc’s and drabbles)

Rated: E for explicit… no wait, this needs an X rating for possibly being the filthiest thing I’m gonna write in my life. God save my soul (probably not but hey at least I asked)

Warnings: I mean… look at the title. Need I say more??? Smut. Sex. Lovemaking, Intercourse. Whatever the hell you wanna call it. The whole 10 yards is here. It’s porn, not gonna lie at all.

Tags/Keywords: Smut, Heavy Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, fluff, fluff and smut, Pre-established relationship, Sexual Content, Kink, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Giving/Receiving, Healthy Relationships, Feel Good, Everything sinful under the sun is found here, Author is going to hell, anyone who reads this is coming with me

A/N: Yes yes, ain’t no fuckbuddies or friends with benefits headcanons here, sue me. There is NO angst or sadness here. None, zero, zilch. Those kinds of relationships almost NEVER end well 98% of the time. This is all about you and him ONLY. Give it up for romance y’all.

Not gonna lie, there might've been more I wanted to add to this hellfire list of headcanons but once you've seen how much stuff there is below I hope you'll forgive me for finally putting this out here.

I hope by reading this, will provide you with comfort and satisfaction.

VERY special thanks to @smutty-books for beta reading and feedback along with helping me with this monster of a list! Please check them out and show them some love! (Seriously thank you Smutty for the additional ideas and content. you made this Hc's list a million times better and twice as much content included.)

(WARNING: Past this point is VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

General HC's:

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy ohhhhhh boy.

You want sum fuk? You got sum fuk and way more.

As long as you’re his s/o, congrats on your sex life being absolutely demolished and rebuilt by this man. You’ll probably never find a better person in the bedroom for the rest of your life. It literally doesn’t matter if he’s your boyfriend or your husband, sex is a staple activity in your relationship that you both enjoy.

Fast and rough? Slow and steady? Maybe a little bit of both? You bet he’ll be saying fuck yeah to all of those.

His sex drive has always been relatively quite high, even after all these years. Being 50 and counting ain’t gonna stop him anytime soon.

Can, and will, want to fuck you on any and every surface of the house.

Living room couch? Perfect spot for bouncing in his lap or to blow him hard.

Dining room table? He’ll have you either bent over and railing you from behind or sitting on top while he devours your dripping wet pussy.

Taking a shower? You’ll be saving water if you do it together… yeah. Definitely not because of at least a half dozen things you can do in there with soothing hot water pouring down your bodies.

In the studio?…

Okay maybe not the studio he’s gotta work without getting distracted and lord save you two if anyone finds a sliver of evidence that you two fucked in there-

Not a PDA guy much, which also extends to any sexual antics outside. He won’t be taking any risks getting the two of you caught lacking

As long as you two are in the house, it’s free game

His views and methods of sex vary depending on which era we’re talking about

If he were in his 1999’s/2000’s era, then yeah, absolute horndog. He’s constantly so busy and on the move, sex would be a quick trip and onto the next. It would’ve scratched the itch, but arguably wouldn’t have sated his appetite for long. If he ever had a chance to have a good, drawn out sex session, it’ll leave him looking like he had a serious hangover but he’ll be waking up so relaxed.

Him being quick to fuck around and quick to leave was his style pre-Relapse. It’s a common thing you see around music artists in general and he was no exception. That doesn’t mean he was closed off to finding an actual solid relationship, it just becomes that much harder to find someone genuine. Most of the time though, he was busy putting out albums and producing music with a 9 to 5 regimen.

Post-Relapse/Recovery Em had insane stamina due to the excessive amount of exercise he put in. Call me insane, but I have a feeling this may be the time where he had the least amount of sex drive-

NOW HOLD ON HEAR ME OUT

He was starting out his sobriety around this time, I’m no expert but I would have to think that he hasn’t fucked or hooked up with anyone since then cause sex may have been a risk or his body was recovering, therefore most likely putting sex as a low priority. That isn’t to say he wasn’t busting a nut oh no, he probably became best friends with his hands again.

The time between Rap God/Monster Era was slowly building back up his drive, transitioning him to the Revival/Present Day era where he’s back on his blue-balling bullshit. Mans been practically putting out mating calls in his music and in interviews I mean COME ON HAVE YOU SEEN IT

He’s wise enough to not be caught slipping with hoes cause he won’t be caught with those hoes. At all. He’s not a hoe fucker no more. You heard him.

Finding an actual healthy relationship with one person? Someone give it to him, now.

(Anyone who remembers that one shot in that Rainy Days behind the scenes video where he points the camera to his crotch and says “EVERYTHING is for sale.” If that isn’t a man in heat I dunno what is; And that’s just one example out of many lemme tell you)

THE POINT IS, HE CAN GO FOR ONE ROUND, OR MANY, MANY MORE.

He’s determined to make you feel good more than him, but he’ll absolutely be having fun with how you’re gonna come. He’ll love exploring your body, finding out every little spot that gives you shivers down your spine.

Oh yeah, did I mention that he's got a big dick? He's got a big dick.

Don't try to deny it when you can't help but glance at his crotch all the time. It might be bias, or it might be fact that you can see the bulge in his pants.

Dom/Sub Roles:

He’s a dom, no question about that. Most of the time he’s a soft dom, not overwhelmingly asserting himself over you but firm enough to have you listen to him. Of course, he’ll be praising you a ton if you’re doing good and listening. But if you’re acting a little bratty, a little petty… yeah, he’ll make you behave, let’s just leave it at that.

Enjoys having you bent over his knee while he fingers your pussy, making sure you’re all nice and ready for him to enjoy.

If you squirm too much, expect a light spanking and a firm reminder to behave.

Again, not over the top with his dominance, cause at the end of the day, he wants to take care of you, to make you feel comfortable and show you how much he loves you. So praising isn’t just a dom thing, it’s genuinely how he expresses his affection to you.

If you insist on it, he can go even harder as a dom, upping his antics and getting off on seeing you beg for relief. Punishments will be even meaner and if you slip up even just a little, looks like you’re gonna have to start all over. No amount of pleading, teary whines from you will get him to change the cold, hard look in his eyes as he’s watching you.

Absolutely insistent on a safe word, no matter the situation.

Marshall’s immediately shifting to a protective, nurturing caretaker the moment your safe word leaves your lips and making sure your needs are met, completely understanding and shushing any apologies that threaten to leave your mouth for ruining the moment. You come first and foremost.

Amazing with aftercare. Will make sure that you’re okay and well taken care of after a session, praising you lovingly as he holds you close. If it was particularly intense, he’ll be checking in on you for the next day or so whilst feeling quite proud of himself that he can reduce you to a begging, dripping mess yesterday night. But he's by far more proud of you for trusting him and letting him experience you in such a vulnerable position.

All it takes is for him to say: "Such a good girl" and you're all his. (Can't blame you honestly-)

He'll be using your petnames even outside of your passionate sessions, even if it's just coming home to greet you after a day of work or passing by each other in the house to do something, a quick: "Hey peaches" or "How's my babygirl?" never fails to want to leave you smiling shyly, even after a bad day.

While being a sub is not what he would usually do at all, it’s not impossible. Once he’s far into a relationship with you and fully comfortable, he might actually give in to your insistence.

He has a need to feel like he’s in control, like he’s leading; Being on the opposite end is a big deal for him, so if he ever subs it’s a huge fucking compliment and privilege that shows how much he trusts and loves you to bare himself to you.

He’ll definitely be grumbly about it tho, and probably trying to act all teasing at your attempt to dominate him. But once you get past that first phase and he lets himself relax and give into your control… he doesn’t want to admit it, but he feels so fucking secure with you.

When he fully gives in, he’s preening and leaning into your touch. He’ll be such a good boy under your lavish praise and having all of your attention on him.

It feels almost foreign, not being the one in charge and making all the decisions for once. But once he gets used to it, he'll be doing whatever he can to receive your approval.

Seeing him at your mercy, letting you take the reins, makes it your priority to see him come undone by your command, holy shit, it's fucking beautiful.

If he's up for being a little more bratty (not unlike he's been on his petty shit for decades as his core personality trait let's be real here) and expecting to be punished and/or your dominance be harsher, the thought of pushing you to your limits with how much you're willing to keep up with him makes him really, really excited on the inside.

It’s both of your secrets, so don’t fuck it up, a'ight?

Teasing/Body Parts:

Speaking of secrets… he’s incredibly private, but at the same time, don’t be surprised if he ends up writing lyrics that may or may not allude or be inspired by your sex lives. You swear this man will be the death of you, smug bastard.

If you’re ever turned on by listening to his music or his voice, it’ll be such a massive ego boost for him, holy shit. No need to feel embarrassed, cause he’s fucking flattered.

Even tho his residence is far from any neighbors (and definitely soundproof), he’s got a playlist for your ears to get aroused to.

Imagine Marshall whispering in your ear or talking in that low voice of his and well damn now you’re horny is an understatement of the goddamn century.

And it’s not just you! Marshall gets off hearing you moan like crazy, another sign that lets him know he’s doing a damn good job. Hearing you whimpering gets him going, but making you scream? Jackpot.

Unsurprisingly to a lot of y’all, but he loves tits. He loves ass for sure, but feeling your breasts is just- Yes.

Love fondling them, licking, biting, sucking, you name it.

Now do the same for him-

OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN’S PECS

MAN’S GOT HUGE FUCKING HONKERS. HOLY SHIT.

(No wonder he’s such a titty guy-)

But seriously, play with his chest and he’ll be moaning and writhing under you. Music to your ears.

Rest assured your ass will not be forgotten or neglected. No fucking way he’ll ever leave any part of you un-worshipped. Even when you’re just passing each other around the house he’ll playfully slap or squeeze your ass with a smirk. Cheeky fucker.

May or may not prompt him to just throw you down and pin you against whatever furniture is closest and have his way with you right then and there.

Or it could be the other way around! You can't help but give his sexy behind a mischievous swat or grab, or his pecs. He'll probably pretend to be miffed but you'll be catching him returning the smirk you have on your face. Oh, by all means, have your way with him right then and there as well. Equal rights, equal sexy times.

Grabbing your backside and pulling you closer to him, pressed against his chest and his growing bulge in his pants oh sweet Jesus-

Will for sure spank you while you’re riding him or he’s railing you from behind, the sounds of skin slapping against skin while he sees your ass jiggle with every thrust is just so fucking hot

He wants to reach deep down, as far as his cock can reach, nothing in the house is safe from him pounding your pussy and giving you a creampie.

Speaking of that, He LOVES to come into you or on you. It gives him a feeling of claiming what's his. Anytime he sees his cum dripping outta you or running down your skin, Marshall’s ready to go again.

Or he could use a sex toy, making sure his cum stays inside and your pussy ready for him in a few.

Kinks

We’ve already covered the dom/sub parts, but there is SO much potential for other kinks that you and him can get into so let’s get right into it

Breeding Kink:

I mean how can we not start this off without mentioning that

Can, and will ram you harder and faster than a piston AND make sure you both cum multiple times

If you’re walking the next morning, that means he failed the assignment so now he’s boutta rectify that

Dirty talk is cranked to a hundred as he’s growling in your ear on how much of a slut you are for his seed, how he’ll fill you up and make sure your womb is carrying his baby, how gorgeous you would look with your belly swollen with your little creation, etc.

Even if he’s sure that he doesn’t want anymore kids (given his age or experience, which is understandable), imagine the baby fever he gets when he sees or imagines you with kids

He’s perfectly happy with just you and him, but the possibility of you, him, and maybe a little one you made together from your love? His pupils are dilating like a cat getting ready to pounce

Even if the possibilities are extremely unlikely, the mere thought of it and he’s giving you the 🥺 eyes. (Every time you see him make those eyes at you, it’s probably cause he’s feelin the breeding urge)

If you're not able to, that doesn't change a thing; he wants to make you feel like you're his no matter what, and you are! He loves you for you.

Obsessed with coming inside you after railing you into the mattress, filling you to the brim with his seed

Loves giving you a creampie and then watching it leak out of your pussy, might take the initiative to stuff his spilling cum back into you

Or he could just fuck you at multiple different times during the day like the stud he is

Hell he may as well just not pull out and you’ll both be falling asleep still connected

You'll be waking up with his member engorged and slowly thrusting in you while he nuzzles into you, taking in your scent, kissing your lips so softly until you both cum. After that he takes you to the shower and you both wash each other

Loves marking your skin with his mouth, letting anyone know that your his and his only

Your cunt and everything else is thoroughly satisfied every time the breeding kink comes on don’t you worry about that honey

Size Kink:

Hey don't judge his 5'7 ass. Marshall's got other big things minus his height; Big hands, big ears, HUGE CO-

If you're smaller than him: He praises you for taking him in so well, whispers words of encouragement with every inch he pushes into you until you can feel his tip brushing against your cervix. Doesn't want to overdo it in fear of hurting you, but with your insistence he'll be going all out in due time

If you're taller than him: He LOVES it. No cap you being taller or bigger than him is so fucking sexy. Makes him more eager to make you come and more confidence in exploring different ways to do so

Takes a hand in yours and guides you both to press against your stomach, feeling for his cock thrusting into you

Praises you constantly as he feels your walls stretch around him so perfectly

Once you feel like you can take all of him, all of his restraint is gone as he pounds your sopping wet cunt relentlessly

Body worshipping is a must regardless of size

Feral/Primal Kink:

You know how possessive he can be, and that still translates to the bedroom. Even when he knows you're his, he can't help but feel turned on by his possessiveness for you.

And when you're all his, he can go fucking. Crazy.

It's also the dom feeling in him as well, but he has a need to claim you: Not out of insecurity, but out of his desire to make sure you know how much he loves you.

Likes biting your ear as an affectionate gesture. Sometimes he enjoys lightly tugging as a playful gesture to get you riled up.

Marshall thinks the growling thing is dumb as hell but if you're into that he'll try to give you some throaty growls in your ear, but expect him to start cracking up at his attempts until he's used to it

He thinks he can't do it yet he doesn't realize the low rumble in his throat whenever he gets a jealous streak

Voice/Audio Kink:

Well, well, WELL. Someone's ego is about to be stroked harder than his cock for once

He’ll absolutely be moaning and grunting more often when you guys have sex

Jokingly asks if you want to put some music on before you start fucking though he probably cringes listening to his own music during sex

Definitely ruins the mood for him when he hears someone that collabed with him on one of his songs or if any of his lyrics mention things that he doesn't want to think about when horny

Whenever he asks what you're listening to and hears one of his songs, he can't help but inwardly smile or smirk with pride. "Good choice." He nods, keeping his face unreadable.

If he catches you listening to FACK he just starts dying with laughter and dying on the inside simultaneously

No but seriously, he's super fucking flattered knowing how much his music or just his voice turns you on

Whispers in your ear during sex, either praising, teasing, or telling you what to do

He'll be observing which tone provokes the biggest reaction out of you so he can remember it for future reference

(People working with him in the studio are gonna be wondering why he's so close to the mic while recording recently)

Might record something just for your ears to listen to when you guys are apart ;)

Sex Positions

Missionary:

Ah, the OG.

Ranging from being the most vanilla to literally breaking the bed and making the house shake. Most people’s go-to position and Marshall is no different.

He’s got full access to your face, neck, and breasts while he pounds you into the mattress, absolutely loves it and it’s no surprise.

Is eye contact a kink? He’ll be wanting to look you in the eyes no matter the pace you’re going. Additionally may often include forehead touching and/or nose nuzzling. Incredibly hot and intimate.

If he’s feeling extra curious or dominant, he might even push your legs back and over his shoulders to reach even deeper into you. (In other words, putting you in a mating press.) You ain’t walking for a few days after this. Catch his freaky ass all smug n shit.

Slow and intimate in this position is SO fulfilling. It’s like baring your souls to one another.

Going fast and rough is just straight up a joyride and a half. It feels carnal in the best way possible.

Overall you can’t fuck this up really. It’s missionary for crying out loud.

Doggystyle:

*clears throat* Ahem. BARK BARK WOOF WOOF

If you haven’t seen my fic Heat yet, it’s basically me writing smut for the first time in this position but taken to the next level. Should hint at a lot on what imma bout to say tbh

YES. HELL YES. PLEASE LET HIM RAM INTO YOU FROM BEHIND. HE’LL BE POUNDING INTO YOU SO FUCKING HARD

If you go face down on the bed, ass up? Holy shit

Expect bruises on your hips the next morning… also a very horny man ready to go again or to absolutely worship the fuck outta you for taking it so fucking amazingly

He'll be running a bath for you, being extra doting and attentive, the whole nine yards while also feeing that masculine satisfaction™ at the fact that he's able to get you to that state of bliss.

By far the most feral position. If he’s got a breeding kink I wish you luck on how many times you’re gonna come and he’s gonna come

If you’re also into taking it in the ass I respect you 👀 kinky motherfucker would love to explore some new ways to fuck

Pronebone is also basically the same as mentioned above, but it’s got that intimate feel, you get me? He’s closer to you whilst also able to attack your neck and shoulders, maybe even have a hot make out session with you while he continues to pound your pussy or ass raw.

As long as you love taking it from behind he’ll be on his knees for you. And on top of you.

Cowgirl/Reverse Cowgirl, You On Top:

Ride him. That’s all I gotta say.

He wants you to ride him. Fuck him silly. He’ll lose it.

It’s a perfect demonstration of him still being the dom. You may be on top, but he’s the one in control.

Might tease you by making you work hard for a reaction outta him. He’ll be pretending to be unimpressed or smug while you bounce in his lap but in reality he’s trying so hard not to break

Either that, or he won’t be holding back on how good you make him feel. Mouth open, quietly moaning, grabbing your ass or your hips.

If he can't take it anymore, he pulls you down to him and holds you tight while he starts bucking his hips, pounding up into you like a piston

Even once you both come he starts back up again before you've even calmed down

Oral (Giving and Receiving)/69:

I mean… are we really gonna question it? Yeah you better give this guy some head he is a slut for it

Give him a blowjob and he’ll be the happiest man alive

You watching his expressions as you’re sucking him off

Might take some practice to take all of him into your mouth cause this man is BIG

Even when he’s got loose sweatpants on you can still see his bulge AND IT’S NOT WHEN HE’S HARD AND HORNY. MARSHALL’S PACKING.

I wish you luck in trying to deepthroat this man

When it comes to oral, he definitely prefers receiving rather than giving

But don’t you DARE underestimate this man’s tongue cause holy fucking hell he’s feasting on your pussy

PLEASE let him suck on your clit while he’s eating you out. That man’s mouth is amazing in many ways for a reason

Imagine having to go out after and if anyone asks him if he wants anything to eat he just replies: “Nah I’m good. I had something earlier.” And then GIVING YOU THE SIDE EYE LOOK-

BEARD. BURN.

Let this man bury his face in between your thighs and imagine the friction of his beard brushing against your skin. If that doesn’t make you cum then him lapping you up will guaranteed

69 turns into a competition to see who can get the other to cum first, or a comforting session of tasting each other

Standing:

Y'all know he can do it pinning you against a wall. Thanks 8 Mile

As hot as it is, take care as not to have your head or back bang against it

Great for quickies but probably not for a long time; You gotta give his back a break lmao

Hugging your waist from behind tho :eyes:

Add a mirror on both opposite ends of the wall and you can watch him thrust into you

He's holding you real tight and close, making sure to hold you up so your legs won't buckle

Spooning:

Feelin real cozy

It can be lazy morning sex; Intimate and gentle as he places kisses behind your ear and buries his face into your neck while he does long, deep strokes in and out of your walls

Or it can be rough: Holding your thigh up while his hips violently thrust into you, only stilling when he comes after you

Another way is his cock slipping between your thighs and humping you eagerly, or his cock rutting against your ass

Push your hips back in time with his thrusts for deeper penetration or the sound of your skin slapping against each other

His hands clutching your hips or grabbing your breasts as he moans in your ear, feeling his cock twitching with his release

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ALRIGHT TIME TO STOP HERE I’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS Anyways hope y’all enjoyed this and then some <3 I might come back to this and and more so who knows? If you enjoyed let me know your feedback and if you have any suggestions!

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The Color Blue - Prologue

image taken from @ lovevivianne on pinterest

Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.

Warnings and Content: fem! reader, fluff, themes of forced/arranged marriage, hints of mental abuse, mentions of sex, mentions of menstrual cycle

Author's Note: As promised, the official start of my next Gojo series! Just for context, this is an AU of the JJK canon events (no KFC breakup, and as of now, no mention of Megumi). It is also inspired a little bit by my other Gojo series Someone. Other things I want to flag is that I do plan for there to be nsfw content in this series, as well as themes of physical and mental abuse. As of now, I am unsure how long this series will be. Updates will depend on my availability to write.

Word Count: ~2.4k

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People would say that if there was one thing that Gojo Satoru was not, it would be committed. Not in all ways, however. Satoru was very committed to his sorcery, to the protection of ordinary people and the balance of the their world and the jujutsu one. It was relationships that he struggled with. Yes, he had always had an authority problem, both growing up and even now, so his relationships with jujutsu elders and other clan leaders were never good to begin with, especially when he became a clan leader himself and took up the title as “The World’s Strongest Sorcerer”. However, his friends? He cared deeply for them, but he could never show them that, lest he risk the possibility of them getting hurt for that same reason. Lovers? Absolutely not. They would last a week at best, hence why his friends would say he had commitment issues.

But, what many people did not know was that Satoru was betrothed to be married, and if there was one thing that he could say that he was committed to, it was that.

And not just because he knew that the responsibility of upholding the Gojo Clan’s honor and survival was on his shoulders, but also for a reason that no one could have predicted.

The first time Satoru had seen his future bride, they were both young, too young to understand why each of their parents were sitting across from one another, or why the most important members of the Kamo Clan were staring him down when he was barely even five years old. But when his parents asked to see you, that’s when everything changed.

You were carried into the room by a caregiver and left in between the two families like you were some kind of meal. A veil-like mask covered the front of your face from the nose down, but Satoru could tell you were roughly his age. Your wide eyes looked about. First at your caregiver, who stepped out of the room with a bow, then to your parents, who didn’t even seem to notice you, then to his parents, and then finally to him, the only other child in the room.

Gojo Satoru didn’t know it at the time, but it was at that moment that he had fallen in love with you. That same day, it was agreed upon that the two of you would wed when he was 25 and shortly after you turned 24. That seemed like such a long time, but… Satoru decided that maybe he would try to speak to you when he saw you next.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Both of your families kept each of you on a tight leash, and neither were inclined to meet with one another just because the Gojo heir wanted to see his bride. They were rival clans after all, with a long history of vendettas and alliances.

However, just because Satoru saw you once didn’t mean that he stopped thinking of you. Even as a pre-teen, he sounded out your name in his head, sometimes aloud when he was alone. Kamo (Y/N). It was one of the few things he knew about you, other than what your eyes looked like. He knew that those eyes had likely changed over the years since the first time he saw you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about them. About you.

There were a few other things Satoru knew about you. You were the only daughter of Arao Kamo, the Kamo Clan head. Not only that, you were his youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom Satoru had never met before. He would take in what his parents would tell him about you, though it wasn’t much; only that you had a different cursed technique from the blood manipulation that ran strong in the Kamo line, and that you were naturally beautiful for your age.

But Satoru wanted to know more. He wanted to know what your interests were and if they were similar to his. He wanted to know more about your cursed technique and what kind of training you had received. He knew that you would receive some kinds of etiquette and liberal arts education, as was normal for daughters of the clans to do, but did you like any of those things? What foods do you like? How have you grown?

What did the rest of your face look like? That was the question that replayed constantly in his head after Satoru was notified that him and his parents were to meet with your family again to make some further updates to the arrangement. Maybe this would be his chance for him to finally speak with you, to get to know you.

But it was just the same as before. There was no caregiver to bring you in this time though, and no other Kamo representatives other than your mother and father, whom you sat beside.

Satoru remembered staring at you the whole time, taking you in. His parents didn’t lie. You were beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you, and you also carried yourself maturely for a young girl. Your eyes had changed, of course, more grown but still just as wide and lively as he remembered. Your face was no longer obscured by a mask. Instead, you held a delicate fan that matched the kimono you wore, covering your face as you listened intently while your parents spoke, but never speaking yourself.

You didn't look in his direction even once.

The meeting had concluded before he knew it had begun. His parents had needed confirmation of your fertility, since they were to be among the first to be notified when you started your cycle. However, in an offer that was a bit unexpected, your father had requested that the marriage date be moved up five years, to which his parents agreed. That part made Satoru ecstatic. Instead of waiting 12 years, he now would only have to wait seven.

With that, you bowed and departed behind your parents, swift and silent. Satoru tried not to look like he was running as he tried to catch another glimpse at you when his parents excused him, but when he peered out the nearest window that overlooked the front lawn where you had arrived, you were already gone.

And so, Satoru would go another seven years. Another seven years of thinking of you, dreaming of you, wondering what you looked like behind your fan and cosmetics. He had hoped to see you enrolled in the same class as him at Jujutsu Tech, though he knew for a fact that you most likely would not be. Your parents, more so your father, he realized, protected and sheltered you more than ever after that second meeting. He had expected you not to show up to that first day of school, but when that first day was over and you actually didn’t, a small part of his heart still sank.

Satoru did take some females to bed during the next seven years you spent apart, mostly out of curiosity as to what sex felt like, but also by persuasion of his friends. However, his friends would get confused as to why he would never allow those girls to stay the next morning, or why he would insist on wearing a condom even when they gave him permission to finish inside. He would give the excuse (thought it really was the truth) that he actually wasn’t that interested, or that he also wanted to protect against STDs (the latter was a great insult that had women storming out on him, to his relief). In reality, he wanted his first real time, his first enjoyable time, to be with you. Even if he was allowed to take on any amounts of lovers he wanted both in marriage and out of it, he felt guilty knowing that you had to save yourself for him. So, in a way, he was saving himself for you too.

As the years came closer and closer, he began to think of you more and tried to subtly gather more information on you, to little avail. He knew that this pining and longing could be considered childish, but he didn’t care. Was it wrong to want to come to love, to already be in love, with the person he was to spend the rest of his life and create a family with? Satoru certainly didn’t think so.

However, that didn’t mean he was without restraint. After his parents had passed and the mantle of the Gojo Clan leader was given to him, he didn’t try or demand to see you. After all, the two of you could still be considered strangers. Hell that is what you were, he had to remind himself. He figured it would be best to keep you with your family and not disturb your current life, especially since you would be seeing your family less once you came to live with him (but also because he didn’t want you to see him as some obsessed maniac). He decided he would be patient and wait, which would make your first real meeting with him all the more sweeter.

Those seven years passed by too fast, he realized as he stood in the center of a magnificent shrine in what could have been the most spectacular and slightly uncomfortable outfit he had ever worn. Your family surrounded him on almost all sides as they awaited your arrival at sunset. Your parents and your brothers with their wives sat off to Satoru's right, and he could feel their eyes on him the entire hour that he stood there in a calm panic. After what seemed like an eternity, your headpiece peaked slowly over the hill as you ascended the path to the shrine. He held his breath.

He noticed your eyes again first.

They were downcast, melancholy, almost near lifeless. Not anywhere the lively pools of color he remembered and saw so often in his dreams. Your blank expression was such a contrast to the splendor of your being. Indeed, he thought that he was being pledged to a goddess, the way your updone hair and headpiece played in the golden sunlight, the way the whites, golds, and reds of your wedding kimono and wraps made you look like a princess, and the way your face, your whole face, looked like it had been extracted from a star.

To put simply, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

Finally, you found your place beside him, your hands clasped in the folds of your long sleeves. It took you standing this close for Satoru to realize how much smaller you were than him, though he quickly discerned how much your face and demeanor had shaped into womanhood since he last saw you. He would catch glimpses of you when he could throughout the ceremony, taking in more of your features that you had laid out for him. The curves of your face, the shade and suppleness of your skin, delicateness of your hands... His heart was beating so rapidly, hoping that you would look back at him at least once.

But you never did, even when you presented one another with ceremonial wine, or when you took his arm to leave the shrine for the reception dinner that was filled to the brim with Kamo Clan members and other officials. As soon as you both entered that reception, your fan was over your face. You didn’t say a word to him the whole time, so he never said anything to you.

A cold sweat had laid itself over Satoru as you said goodbye to your family members. It wasn’t the type of goodbye that he would expect a family to give to their only daughter. There was no affection, no emotion shown, as if leaving your family was merely another ceremony. And then you turned back to him, eyes still looking down of course, and got into his car without a word.

Satoru could tell that something was wrong and off about you. Sure, you had carried yourself gracefully throughout the entire evening. Every movement you had made between walking and eating and sitting was done to absolute perfection. Maybe it was those monotone movements that should have been his first sign. No, it wasn’t that. It had to have been your eyes. Why were they always so bleak? Why did you never look up at him or make eye contact with him or speak to him? What had happened to you since the last time he saw you?

At least your fan wasn’t up. That he could be thankful for. Satoru sighed. He couldn’t help but feel like the happiest day of his life, the one where he finally got to be with the girl he had loved for 15 years, was the saddest day of your own. He wanted to ask about it so bad, now that he had you alone, but he didn’t. He would just look at you every so often as you watched the Tokyo scenery pass by through the car window. Maybe this was your way of taking everything in, and he didn’t want to disrupt that. He trusted that you would talk when you were ready.

You remained silent as the car stopped and he walked you up the stairs to the front door of his home estate, one of the many under the Gojo name. Your new home. In a perfect world, in what he had imagined previously, you would have been smiling and excited as he picked you up to walk you through the doorway. In that world, you would have hugged and kissed him as he twirled you around and around in your own private celebration.

The door closing behind him brought him back to reality. You now stood in the center of his grand foyer, eyeing the dark polished wood and rich splendor of your new dwelling place. The space was only illuminated by shaded lamps and a dim glass chandelier above the grand staircase. A new couch, your couch, was against one wall, one of many of your belongings that had been moved in a week ago. Satoru decided to sit on that couch while you stood in the center of the room, looking down, not moving.

Satoru couldn’t take this anymore. It was like you treated the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. As if he, your new husband, wasn’t sitting ten feet away from you. He even considered the possibility of you being deaf or mute for a moment. No, he didn’t know what to do, other than speak to you. But what to say? Are you feeling okay? Are you happy? Sad? Were your clothes uncomfortable? How come you didn’t speak or look at him? At anyone? Was it something you were afraid of? Were you afraid of…

That had to be it.

“Are you afraid of me?”

#isawritesshit #jjk #jjk smut #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #female reader #gojo smut #satoru gojo #anime #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru gojo smut #arranged marriage #forced marriage #someone #the hoes gonna love this

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minervas-hand · 11 days

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Right to fear, wrong to believe

Just had a horrible realization and needed to meta it out.

How different they were before Edinburgh, when Crowley was sucked down into Hell.

Look at this flirty babygirl in the Bastille:

I mean could he climb that tree any faster?

(This is why I really like fics that place a more physical relationship here, pre-Bastille or just post-Bastille, because c'mon look at them. )

In S1 the next thing is 1862 and Crowley asking for insurance (with a cane ffs). And Aziraphale freaking out with his "fraternizing" BS. It's jarring, until we get 1827 filled in for us in S2.

@takeme-totheworld notes in this post:

Crowley sure went from "our respective head offices don't actually care how things get done" and "nobody ever has to know" to "walls have ears" FAST after Edinburgh. And Aziraphale went from looking at Crowley with hearts in his eyes to "I've been FrAtErNiZiNg" just as quickly. I'm more convinced than ever that Edinburgh was the first time Crowley ever actually got caught and punished for fucking around with Aziraphale/doing good deeds/whatever it was they yanked him back down to Hell for, and it scared the absolute shit out of both of them and changed the whole tone of their relationship after that.

Yes! - it's clear to me as well that the Edinburgh graveyard was a very bad turning point, where they both saw that Hell was listening and would intervene. And it did change their relationship drastically, for over a century and a half (really, until looming Armageddon loosened up the stakes for them).

But what about Heaven?

See the thing is, we know Azi's been worried about Heaven watching him for the past 6000 years.

But they haven't.

[GIFs posted by starrose17]

All this time, and Heaven had not seen them together. Hadn't noticed. Had not even LOOKED.

I want to mention what @starrose17 says about this here in this post:

What I love about this is her choice of words, “went back through the Earth Observation files.” This implies that these photos were already filed somewhere meaning somebody had to have been watching them which meant somewhere in the depths of the bureaucratic heaven there’s an underpaid angel clerk tasked with watching angels on Earth, and he’s been hording photos of his favourite Angel/Demon couple not reporting them to Michael because he wants to see what happens.

And that's exactly what this fic covers!: Spying Omens by @ednav

(Give this a read, it's fabulous.)

While I am here for this being exactly how that happens, the other scenario is colder and worse - there's no one watching, at all. It's just filing automatically and never seen until some Scrivener is called to pull a file.

From @fuckyeahisawthatat's comment here :

I found this scene to be quite chilling, actually. Not only is the idea of Heaven as a surveillance state brilliant (way to make “God is always watching” sound way more ominous) but this is exactly how modern surveillance states work. They don’t actively watch everybody all the time. That’s not physically possible for humans, and even if it is metaphysically possible for Heaven, it’s not a very efficient use of resources. Surveillance states watch people they deem “suspicious.” And once you’ve been put in the category of “suspicious,” they have massive amounts of data that they can comb through to collect a lot of information about you–to retroactively build a case justifying why you’re suspicious, to collect information about where you go and who you associate with, etc.

Yes.

So we either have secret collusion in the rank and file, or we have a surveillance state that is constantly reinforced to its subjects for fear's sake, for control.

(Well, it obviously could be both.)

BUT my point is… Up until Edinburgh, Hell has not been watching (or caring at least). And up until near the end of Armageddon't, neither has Heaven.

Oh, my poor Angel. Thousands of years, of denying yourself, of pushing Crowley away, of carrying around a tension that is it's own constellation.

After 1827 you might have reason, but for the 5000+ years before that?

Thousands of years and Heaven was not watching nor cared.

You were right to fear. And you were wrong to believe.

And that just breaks my heart.

#okay gonna go reread Spying Omens again because that's my headcanon now #I hope Azi tears out the Earth Observation cams or servers or whatever it is #where's Murderbot when you need a good hack #good omens meta #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #good omens

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sassuguru · 2 months

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OKAAAAY WUT ABOUT ALASTOR X READER WHEN LIKE IS BEING AWFULLY SUSPICIOUS AND SNEAKY AROUND HIM- BUT SHES TRYNA GET LIKE SOMETHING CUSTOM FOR HIM???

idk man I like ur work and I want more with Alastor so…. :>

DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS — "ahhh, 'm glad u like ma work! 'm finally ritin' ma rqs after da wait (╯_╰”). i hope i rote dem rit, cuz riri might not've watchzd da show, "the artist says. the art includes alastor from hazbin hotel, in a pre-established relationship with f!reader. all warnings include fluff, secrets, rosie appearance, love (bleh), 'nd angy al >:(

brochure (m.list) etiquette

Alastor has never been one in favor of surprises nor secrets (even if he keeps some himself). His need to feel a sense of control fuels this of course! Now, the two of you have never had a secrets problem, surprisingly, the overlord is quite open, even to the point of tell you he sold his soul (he won't tell you to who). In turn, you've been open with him. He knows everything about you, and despite his interesting ways of communication, the two of you are a fantastic couple! At least he thought.

Alastor is perceptive. For him, it's quite easy to read people. Emotions, intentions, it's quite clear to him.

Hence, he easily notes your strange behavior. You've never been even the slightest bit reserved when it comes to him, so he silently starts to question when you refuse to have a full conversation with him aside from during bedtime. You've been coming up with stupid excuses, at some point he's started to wonder if you've been spending a bit too much time with Charlie. Perhaps her naivety, explosive personality, and god awful ability to lie is rubbing off on you.

"Oh! S-Sorry, honey. I gotta...erm, do a bonding activity with Sir Pentious!"

"Whaaat?? What was that? I think Charlie's calling me!" You giggle, "Can't disobey the Princess of Hell right? . . . Bye!"

"Wow! You look—dashing! Ha ha...bye! Gottagetdressedanddostufflikeshoppingandtotallynothingweird!"

He watched you run off in the exact opposite of where you needed to go each. time. And, it didn't take long for the entire hotel to notice his increasingly sour mood. He himself didn't do much but glare; however, his shadow would growl or lunge at people had they gotten to close to them.

"Tha fuck is wrong with Mr. Tall Dark an' Creepy?" Angel whispers to the hotel staff, "Oh, I'm sorry. Mr. Tall Dark an' Cranky!"

"Don't know, don't ask me," Husk grumbles, pouring himself a drink.

Angel sighs, "And of course his girlfriend ain't here." Alastor's eye seems to twitch at the mention of you, though only Angel seems to catch it as the "feminine fellow" watches him brood.

"Well, having the hotelier being all "dark and gloomy" is bad for buisness, right?" Vaggie says, looking at Charlie. "Up to the Princess," Husk grumbles.

Charlie sighs, looking nervously at the glooming Radio Demon. "Hey, Alastor..." Charlie walks up to him tentatively, speaking softly. Logically, as the Princess of Hell, she has more authority and power over him, but he's quite intimidating to her.

"Hey, isn't it Alastor's anniversary with...," Angel mumbles to Husk, who simply shrugs and says, "Think so."

Alastor turns on his heels. "Yes? Dear Princess," Alastor responds with gritted teeth. Despite his constant usage of a smile, this one is clearly strained compared to the others. His eyes squint in irritation, not necessarily at Charlie, but at the current predicament.

"Uh, your um...dark and gloomy-ness," Charlie waves her hands erratically at she says those last few words, "are um, affecting the staff and guest. And possibly future guests." Charlie giggles nervously, hoping she didn't just incur the wrath of the Radio demon. The mess to soon follow wasn't something she wanted to hear Nifty freak over.

Charlie fears said incident will happen when she feels weight of static in the room, an angry crackling spawinging from around Alastor. Until it stops, and his regular cheerful tone and expression are present once again.

"Of course!" Alastor speaks cheerfully, "Whatever my dear business partner requires!"

Vagge and Charlie lock eyes with eachother.

Oh, somethings definitely wrong.

A few days prior, unaware of your dear boyfriends turmoil, ou practically skip down the brick roads of Cannibal Town. You stand in front of the bulding wondering whether or not the shop was open at this time of day. A knock is heard on the door of 'Rosie's Emporium,' a cheerful laugh can be heard through the door. "Open for business, dearie!"

You walk inside, eyes scanning for the familiar face, or rather, hat.

"Oh, well if it isn't Alastor's little doe!" Rosie walks up to the doorway as you enter. Her arms wrap around you tightly, earning a tiny squeak from your lips. "Rosie!" You smile softly at the woman.

"You finally came without all that baggage!" Rosie laughs as she let's you go, referring to Alastor. You chuckle lightly, "Come on, Rosie. Don't do Al like that." Rosie laughs, leading you towards the table you two usually sit at with Alastor outside. "One second, let me get us some tea!"

You smile softly to yourself, waiting patiently in your seat for her return. And soon after, the overlord appears with tea cups and a pot for you both.

Once she sits down, she finally speaks. "So! What brings you here?"

You chuckle, absent-mindedly playing footsie with your own feet out of nervousness. "Uh, well you know Al, a good bit. And our anniversary is coming up soon, so I was wondering if you had an idea about a custom gift for him?" You slowly speak, refusing to look at the woman until you finish, hoping she doesn't think you're an idiot.

"Aw, isn't that so cute!" Rosie gushes, after a moment she hums. "Well, maybe a custom watch! Or, hm, something that involves his broadcast? Honestly dearie, Alastor'd be happy you if you got him a tie," Rosie leans in, "He's quite "whipped" for you, ya know."

She giggles at your embarrassed expression. She watches as you silent, a figurative light bulb popping up above your head. "Ah! Thank you, Rosie! I just got an idea," you smile and carefully get up from your seat.

"Splendid!" Rosie responds, getting up herself. The two of you give each other kisses on the cheeks before you jog out of the Emporium with a giddy expression on your face. "Ah, young love! Isn't it cute!" Rosie shouts to no one in particular as she wonders just what you have planned for the Radio demon.

It's been days since you've garnered the materials to make your custom gift for Alastor. You had been deciding to work on it in Cannibal Town with Rosie as not to risk Alastor seeing his gift a bit too early.

You giggle and present it to Rosie, "Done!"

Rosie claps in support, "Oh, I'm sure he'll love it, darling! Now go, give it to him!"

You eagerly nod, and carefully wrap the item in a gift box. You give Rosie kisses on the cheeks before practically running towards the hotel, you were quite excited to give Alastor this gift you've been working on for days now. You hoped he wasn't too upset at the unfortunate distance you've put the two of you at.

You skip and happily open the hotel door. "Al!" You call happily pausing as you see Charlie and Vaggie share a worried glance. Though when they see you, they both breath out a sigh of relief.

There's confusion swirling in your head, wondering what's going on. Alastor snaps his head at you when you enter. You hear a snarl come from the man as he doesn't even walk towards you, he uses his shadows. "I've quite frankly had enough of this dearest, is there something you need to confess?" Alastor's eye twitches, his ears twitching in tandem. He only does that when he's legitimately upset, you remember. You wonder what he thinks you might have been doing.

"C-Confess?" You whisper, leaning back at his closeness, his body looming over you. Even his antlers were bigger than usual. Oh, he's pissed.

"Yes! You've been suddenly disappearing on me! And you refuse to have a full conversation with me without coming up with an excuse even the likes of that snake could sniff out!" Alastor gritts his teeth, "If there's someone I need to be aware of—"

Your eyes widen and you promptly interrupt him. "Oh! No! Nononononono! Nothing like that, Al!" You huff, holding up the gift box in your hands, "I was...making you an anniversary gift. A custom one, but I didn't want you to know. I'd been goin' to Rosie's," you whisper, hoping he's not too mad.

Alastor carefully grabs the box with a "hmm."

The whole room are watching to two of you, tension filling the air. Alastor opens the box, his eyes widening a fraction, his ears going back, flat against his head.

"Rosie mentioned a tie, but that didn't seem right. Then I remembered you mentioned your mother made you a scarf you lost when you moved, right? So I um, made one, based off of what you told me," you whisper, rocking back and forth on your heels.

His hands pick up the knitted red scarf, it was soft and in fact reminded him of the scarf he lost. On the ends of the scard were images of his mic and a small radio. Alastor's smile turns sweet.

Without dropping the box he wraps his arms around you, hugging you securely. "Perhaps I'll forgive you for your suspicious actions. Just for this," he says it with a soft voice, no radio detected in the crook of your neck. You could almost swear you heard him start to cry.

He's wears the thing everywhere.

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 24 days

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Of All Things, I Became an Oceanid

You always imagined that if you woke up in the world of Genshin, the possibilities of being a Visionless wielder of elements and a slew of romantic shenanigans would lie in your wake. But when you instead find yourself in the body of an Oceanid with romance likely out of the question, your only conclusion is that the gods of reincarnation isekai hate your guts.

cw. you're an oceanid

pairing. navia x reader, kaeya x reader, childe x reader (separate)

notes. don't feel like being an oceanid today? well go ahead and go to the series masterlist and see what your life could be if you were something else in genshin.

So you're an Oceanid now.

You suppose there are worse things you could have turned into. God, imagine if you turned into a hilichurl or something like that. Yeah, you'll take being a graceful water being over a hilichurl any day.

You can talk, you can wield Hydro and you can go literally anywhere you want as long as water is present. It's honestly not that bad of a deal, you can be Mx. Worldwide if you so desire it.

As for finding company with your fellow lochfolk? That's not really much an option, all things considered. As it stands now, Oceanids follow one simple rule.

You stay in your lake, they stay in theirs and you call it a day.

Kaeya

Considering Springvale's small pond is already taken, you decide to call dibs on Starfell Lake since after Rhodeia made even the waters of the Dawn Winery bitter, you figured it would be better to try a source lake not connected to her spot in Liyue

To be honest when it came to being an Oceanid, you figured you didn't really need to become the companion of any of the characters

You're more than content to stay in your lake and mind your business. But truthfully, it does get boring, so when you saw Kaeya's reflection peering into your waters, you popped your head up to say hi almost instinctively

Apart from a brief look of surprise, that's the extent of your attempt to seem regal and mysterious in front of the Calvary Captain

"A water faerie so far from Fontaine? I can't believe my eye; this is the certainly the last thing I was expecting to see while out on a stroll."

It's not everyday you meet something so exciting and considering what happened after encountering the Traveler and Paimon, Kaeya decides to listen to his instincts that there'll be a lot to come from interacting with you

Because of this, Kaeya is a frequent visitor to your lake besides the people who occasionally stop by to clean the statue of the Seven

You ask him about the daily gossip of Mondstadt and he asks you about the life of being a water faerie, a fair trade even if most of your information is based on your memory of the Genshin wiki page and the limited personal experience you have

Kaeya's made a joke about how your meeting is something one might read in a romance novel, much to your embarrassment

Is he serious or no?

It's not like there haven't been any Human/Oceanid relationships in this game so it isn't completely out of the ordinary when you think about it...

At the same time though, you don't want to look super eager

One particular night, a long silence fell over you both when you asked him about his family. He tells you a bit about his past, about being adopted into the Ragnvindr family and his present less than savory relationship with Diluc

You ask if he's lonely to which he asks in return "do I seem lonely?" yet there is no bite in his tone nor is there any sarcasm either. his gaze is thoughtful but miles away from your lake

"Yes" are the words on your non-existent tongue yet you can't bring yourself to say it, all while a warm hand brushes against your watery cheek much too quickly

Navia

Being an Oceanid in Fontaine pre-Neuvillette's judgement was pretty much impossible, thankfully you airdropped into Teyvat after that deciding to call an area near Poisson your home

As to how you met Navia, you heard her crying by the sea as she does sometimes after getting new flowers for the grave of her father and much like the Spring Faerie of Springvale, you answered the call and swam to the surface

She thought maybe you were Melus or Silver, or maybe some other lost soul of Poisson. You quickly let her know that wasn't actually the case, much to Navia's initial disappointment

But Navia is an optimist, first and foremost. So she won't let the reality of the situation get her down and would ask you a bunch of questions. Afterall, Oceanids are thought to be practically extinct in Fontaine after Egeria's death so she doesn't want to waste the opportunity to learn more about you

And boy do her questions range from genuinely thought provoking to so silly it leaves you both in a fit of laughter

It's a first meeting that does Navia good, there she was so sad and then you came and turned the entire situation inside out. She promises to make you macarons as thanks, if lochfolk can even eat

Truthfully, you don't know if you can either. It's not like it's necessary to eat as you are now but fuck it you want to find out for yourself

Navia is also quick to invite you live in the waters of Poisson in general, or at least settle in if you ever want to visit and see the town for yourself

You take her up on the offer to have, if anything, a change of scenery and to see more people out and about than you normally would

You truthfully enjoy a nice yap session with Navia, it's never boring when she's around even if the most you're doing is watching her dish out orders from your comfortable pond in Poisson

But the best hangout sessions you have are when you are a good distance from the place and she can chat with you freely. She'll bring a basket of snacks, a blanket to sit on and you'll chat the day away

Sometimes she'll even bring a sketchbook and attempt to draw your portrait. Navia isn't the best artist but you enjoy looking at her artwork nonetheless

A small secret of her heart though is that Navia is quite sure that as a young girl she dreamed of something like this. Meeting an Oceanid by lakeside and falling in love before willingly being taken into the depths of Fontaine to eternally perform a watery dance of love

Maybe she can't do some of those things as the boss of Spina di Rosula, but maybe the former... maybe she's just been reading too many romance novels

Childe

When it comes to Childe, you truly lucked out in becoming an Oceanid when you lost the isekai 50/50. Because if you were something couldn't talk like a Thunder Manifestation or a Geovishap... you'd be assed out

For he, Tartaglia, is constantly finding ways to become stronger and that includes fighting mythical beings he comes across

But hey, Childe is no barbarian. Anything that can talk and beg for its life, for the most part, isn't a viable option for honing his skills

So congratulations, you narrowly avoided becoming a hashtag in someone's twitter bio twice in a row

Childe quickly laughs off your near brush with death and he dodges the spout of water you send his way. Sadly, he's somewhat charming when he says "come on, in my defense I didn't think you had any real intelligence! Now that I know we can easily become buddies, I'm sure!"

Maybe it's guilt (you doubt it), maybe it's a bit of youthful wonder permeating his soul (you're sure it's this), but he makes it a point to visit you while he is in Fontaine

Yeah, you lost another 50/50 by being airdropped into Fontaine during its Archon Quest but miraculously the water isn't painful. Maybe it's because you're technically not from this world and it grants you some sort of immunity? You're not sure

You are sure of, however, the fact that Childe comes to visit you like he gets paid for it

Apparently he wants to chat it up with you so he has plenty of interesting stories for his younger siblings when he visits them next time he is in his homeland

You sadly have a soft spot for it seems for war criminals that also happen to be family-oriented so you indulge him begrudgingly despite the rocky start to your friendship

When he gets arrested, you don't see him for a while and you admittedly grow worried when he doesn't show up even beyond the crisis of the prophecy coming to fruition but isn't like you can just discreetly find a fatuus in a city, let alone a Harbinger

Childe comes to see you soon enough though when he's recovered a substantial amount (barely any at all)

He laughs at you worriedly berate him for being so careless. "I just had to make sure my favorite Oceanid didn't miss me too much, that's all"

#look she's writing #headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #navia x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader

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bedoballoons · 3 months

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Hello!

I really love your writing! This is my first time making a request :^)

Can I request kaveh, tighnari and whoever else you want to include reacting to the reader (preferably m or gn) showing them a guestroom in their house/teapot that they decorated just for them? I'm imagining alot of blushing pre-relationship vibes but established relationship would also be very sweet so it's up to you ^^

No worries if u dont like the prompt and would rather not do it. I'm excited to read more of your work regardless!

AHHHH THIS IDEA IS JUST CHEFS KISS!! This is your first request and it's literally incredible!! Thank you thank you! It's a honour to write your first one so I hope you enjoy it!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~A safe place~༺}

CW: Fluffy! GN! Reader! Pre-relationship blushing and cuteness!!

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, and Kazuha!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

"Alright, now!" You stepped aside as Tighnari moved his tail, uncovering his eyes so he could finally see the surprise you had waiting for him...you'd been decorating and placing everything for days now, even making some of the furniture by hand just for him to have a perfect room in your teapot. Now you'd know if he liked it or not...and your heart was racing with anticipation!

"You did all of this...for me? I don't even...I don't even have a sarcastic remark to make. This is perfect.." He walked inside the room, examining everything even closer, you'd managed to find books on herbology he didn't even know existed and there was a incense burning on his new desk that smelled calmly of flowers...even a small picture of him with you and Collei. No one had ever put so much effort into a place for him or thought of everything like you had.

His cheeks suddenly blushed at the realisation of how much he'd be here now, never wanting to leave a place so perfect for him...a place with you, "I don't know how I could ever thank you enough."

You felt your heart skip a beat, "Just stay around for awhile...?"

"I absolutely will."

𑁍༄Kaveh:

"You really didn't have to make me anything. I was just kidding about the whole giving me a gift makes me sleep better thing, I promise. It's something Alhaitham said and I...well it doesn't really matter but-"

"Kaveh, this has nothing to do with that. This is a gift that I wanted to give you because I like you alot and I think this will make you really happy...or at least I hope it will." You opened the door for him before he could answer you, hoping to distract him from your almost confession about liking him alot...you still didn't know if he liked you back, though maybe this gift would make it clear?

It took him a second to adjust to the new sight, to realise just how big of a gift this truly was.."I- did you decorate this room...just for me?" His mouth hung open in shock as his eyes scanned the beautiful place you'd made for him. Every inch of it decorated to his like, no even better then his liking and he didn't think that was possible. He could cry in happiness, "I am in such awe right now, I don't even have words"

"I definitely understand that feeling, especially when I'm with you." You looked away, your cheeks on fire...you'd never been so bold about your feelings before and this could be coming on stronger then needed, but you couldn't back out now.

"How so?"

"I-...Kaveh..."

"Yes?"

"I like you.."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"And we are here!" You removed the blindfold from his eyes, ready to show him his new room, the place you'd made just for him whenever he needed it...which you silently hoped was alot. It had everything he could need, sword racks and empty books for his poems, a cozy fireplace for when he returned from a cold rainy adventure and a vase of flowers that made the whole place have a soft floral scent.

His cheeks were dusted with a light blush and he almost appeared to be in a trance...maybe he didn't like it? "Kazu? If you don't like it I could always change it-"

"It's been a long time since I had a place I could truly call home, yes many of my adventures have lead to places with the feeling of home...but to truly have a place I can return to any time I'd like... I'd forgotten how it felt. Please know I love it all, you've done a wonderful job and I thank you for this...for giving me a home." He turned to you, his eyes almost dazed and his smile sweet and sincere...you could have kissed him right then..

Your cheeks went bright red, that thought aching to become a reality, "No need to thank me, having you here is enough thanks in itself. I hope you will use this room often, I would...love to spend more time together."

"As would I with you."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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lustspren · 11 months

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California Love ft Soyeon, Minnie.

length: 12k words✦

Soyeon, Minnie & Male Reader.

(The Judge A.U)

genres: threesome, anal, voyeur, hard sex, creampie, double blowjob, oral sex, facefuck, daddy kink, squirt, facial, strap sex, bi ✧

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What should be done when you feel that you don't know exactly what your relationship with a person is? That was the question that was constantly going through your mind every day that passed after having visited Soyeon's apartment and having fucked in absolutely every corner of it.

After that day you two had been going out together to all possible places, you went to see movies, to have breakfast, to have dinner, for a walk, to museums, and any moderately fun place for you two to have a good time together; she would even show you the songs she was working on when they were just the skeleton of what you were sure would become a PAK worthy song there in Korea. But the most important of all this, was that you fucked like absolute rabbits in each of the places you went out, yes, even in the movies.

You had never been caught, despite being quite horny all the time, you still kept a certain common sense and all the fucks you did were previously thought out and planned, so nothing had ever gone wrong. Never, except once.

You went to visit Soyeon without letting her know, since you had a day off and you were really bored at home. Soyeon was obviously surprised, but she wasn't really upset about it. Right at that moment she was making food, so you two calmly ate dinner while watching Lost on TV. Things began to heat up, as always happened between the two of you, and as it was also common, she was the one who took the initiative. It all started with a make out session, and in a matter of minutes, you were fucking her missionary on the dining room table.

But there was a small detail that completely escaped Soyeon, she had invited Minnie to her house before you arrived, and in all the heat of the moment, she forgot about it, it simply vanished from her mind. Besides, you had made the mistake of leaving the apartment door unlocked, that's what put the nooses around your necks. As expected, anyone could enter, and of course, Minnie was one of those people. The poor girl had entered without making any kind of noise, and when she got to the dining room, she caught you pounding Soyeon's pussy so hard that you almost broke the table.

You had your back to the kitchen doorway, so only Soyeon realized that she had caught you while you were still working, it was only when you both finished that Soyeon had told you what had happened, and you immediately felt embarrassed and quite worried about what Minnie might or might not do with the information she had just obtained, but the horny little monster was always one step ahead of you, and with complete serenity and confidence, she had told you that she wanted you to have a threesome with her. She did not tell you when or under what circumstances, it was just a comment that remained as a that, a simple comment.

After that day you didn't talk about it anymore, it was simply forgotten, but you kept it in mind all the time, especially when you were together with the other girls and you exchanged glances from time to time with Minnie. You pretended that what had happened had never happened, and you acted like it. In fact, you had a very good relationship with Minnie and with all of them, but deep down you knew that she couldn't get the memory of finding you while you were having sex out of her head.

However, you became so close to those girls that you came to do something that you never thought you would do for a person. Travel to LA. And the irony was that the idea had come from Minnie herself.

G-IDLE was preparing for their next comeback, you knew it before anyone else thanks to your relationship with Soyeon, and you had also heard both songs, both the pre-single and the main track, but the most exhausting moment of the whole process was coming, shooting the respective MV's.

Finding out that the chosen place had been LA was a somewhat bittersweet feeling, on the one hand you were sad, since clearly you weren't going to be able to see Soyeon or the girls for a long time, but also happy because you knew that the MV's were going to be of incredible quality, with good scenery and producers. You were already resigned to spend the days without Soyeon, but Minnie changed the whole landscape for you.

You had met her a few days before their flight to the USA, while you were waiting for Soyeon at the exit of the CUBE building. Minnie had dared to get into your car, tell you all about the plan she had, give you her phone number, and if that wasn't enough, give you a bank transfer with which to buy your one-way ticket. At that moment everything happened so fast that you couldn't even internalize all the information she had given you, all you knew was that it would be a surprise for Soyeon.

The reality was that Minnie hadn't even given you a real plan, it was more like 'Alright, I know you're going to miss Soyeon, why don't you come with us to LA?' To which you had no choice but to say yes, even though you knew all the difficulties that entailed.

And there you were, on a plane heading to a city that you had only visited in GTA V so far. The 11-hour flight had left you completely destroyed, and as soon as you arrived in the city, the first thing you did was look for a nice and cheap hotel to sleep properly. You woke up around 8 p.m, jetlagged as hell and with your perception of reality completely blurred. It wasn't until you checked your phone that you remembered where you were and why.

You had several unread messages from Minnie, and you didn't know how long ago since you still had Seoul time set.

You put the phone down when you were done talking to Minnie and sat on the edge of the bed, immediately getting dizzy, and having to close your eyes, stay perfectly still, and take a deep breath before you were able to get up without falling over in the process.

The room you had rented was about 12 square meters, located in a small hotel near the Santa Monica pier. It was quite a beautiful area, full of life and unusual things, the little you could appreciate in your search for the hotel when you started wandering around was nice, but it was just that, since your head was more on a comfortable bed in which to sleep than in reality.

For the modest price you paid, you were quite surprised by how clean and nice your room was, minimalist, with just the necessities and a bathroom that wasn't exactly great, but it was more than functional for your purpose at the time, in fact, you were also surprised that in the shower there was a fully functional heater. Maybe you had a wrong idea, but in many places, for that price you barely got a bed.

You took a quick bath, no more than 10 minutes in which you just washed your body well and spent a few minutes just letting the water flow over your body to relax, and when you came out of the bathroom to check your phone, Minnie already I had sent you the location of the set where they were filming. You dressed as quickly as you could, with jean shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and vans sneakers, before going out into the street to hail a taxi.

You reached your destination after around 10 minutes by car, you recognized it thanks to certain signs that indicated that something out of the ordinary was happening there, but the most obvious were the warning bands that must have formed some kind of perimeter for several streets. You got out of the taxi, and as soon as you approached one of the bands, a security man discreetly stepped between you and the other side. It was Minnie's turn to act, so you pulled out your phone to text her.

A couple of minutes passed until in the distance you saw a stunning goddess walking straight in your direction, your first reaction was to be completely mesmerized by the sway of her hips, and by her strong aura with which she demanded all possible eyes on her. Incredibly hot body, wide hips, perfect waist, gorgeous long legs, and killer shoulders and clavicle, all highlighted by a short, tight black dress, with one piece of leather on top and the rest of glittery fabric.

You knew Minnie was gorgeous, but on this particular day, she could easily be the hottest, most beautiful woman on earth.

"Let him in! He's coming with us," Minnie said in perfect English to the security guard, who was obviously a local. The guard stepped aside, and you stepped under the band to wrap Minnie in a warm hug.

"Girl, you look really hot," you told her with a giggle, to which she laughed back.

"Oh yeah? Wait till you see your little woman," Minnie replied, pulling away from you with a smile, "she's over there, come on," she nodded for you to follow.

You followed Minnie from behind through the set, which was nothing more than the completely normal street, with empty lit cars and actors who would later appear in the scenes as ordinary passers-by. The other girls weren't on set, but if you'd seen any familiar faces, like the styling team or the group's manager, Soyeon was right behind him, and it wasn't until you got closer that you could fully see her, dressed in the exact same dress as Minnie, sporting an ass and hips that always drove you crazy.

She was distracted talking to the manager, but you wish you were recording her reaction the moment she saw you approaching with Minnie.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Soyeon yelled, putting her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god!" In the midst of her emotion, she took quick steps towards you and clung to you with a strong hug, which the manager viewed with some misgivings.

"Surprise surprise!" you laughed, lifting Soyeon into the air in the middle of your hug and then lowering her down.

"Have you been planning this all this time, you little jerk?" Soyeon broke away from you, still incredulous that you were standing in front of her in the middle of Los Angeles while she was working.

"You could say that someone planned everything for me," you stepped aside, so Soyeon could see Minnie playing dumb.

"Oh right, I should have been suspicious of the rich girl who's been acting weird all day," Soyeon raised an eyebrow, glaring at her.

"Hey! Thanks I brought him here, the poor guy was going to be left with nothing to do in Seoul," Minnie replied, annoyed.

"If you want I can go back to Korea, no problem," you teased, pretending to turn away.

"Don't even think about it, boy," she grabbed your forearm and held on to your arm. You and Minnie laughed.

"I'll get him a room at the hotel where we're staying, okay?" Minnie asked Soyeon, hoping for her approval as her leader.

"Honey, it's your money, not mine, you can do whatever you want," Soyeon replied, still hugging your arm, "Manager-nim!" she caught the man's attention, "I need to talk to him alone for a moment, okay?" while she said that, she started to walk pulling you with her.

"Don't be long, please! There are a few scenes left to shoot," he told her, then motioned for Minnie to come with him.

"It will be a moment! Don't worry!" Soyeon said louder as you walked away from him.

Soyeon led you through the empty cars, to a location that was outside the perimeter of the set where they were filming but was significantly more isolated and lonely than the rest of the block. A dead end, basically. You went behind a quite tall block of garbage, enough to cover her and you up to the neck. The first thing she did was press you against the wall with her tight body, one hand on your abdomen and her eyes on yours.

"You're not going to suck my dick here, are you?" you teased, tracing the outline of her hips with your hands on them.

"Sadly I can't, sweetheart, it's too risky," she replied, reaching under your shirt to rub your abdomen, "but I can tell you one thing."

"What thing?" You raised an eyebrow, wrapped your arms around her body, and bravely squeezed her ass through her dress.

"Do you remember what happened a while ago? With the girl who brought you here?" she responded immediately, reaching down to squeeze your cock over your shorts and getting closer to your lips, "Today could be the day we fuck relentlessly… with her."

"Uh?" you frowned, "you're kidding right?"

"Do you think I'm kidding?" she squeezed your cock harder, and lifted her dress with her other hand so you could touch her bare asscheek, "The other girls have the night off, who knows where they are, and my hotel room will be lonely..." she brushed her lips against yours, "all night."

"I'm glad you said it, then," you bit her lower lip, giving her a small spank that echoed through the walls, "Because in those black dresses I can't help but imagine how you two suck my cock clean."

"She looks hot, doesn't she?" Soyeon murmured, massaging your cock slowly until it was completely hard, "Wouldn't you like to fuck that pretty face? Or fuck her ass as hard as you do me?" Soyeon's tone was loaded with desire and sensuality, so much so that you were tempted to fuck her right at that moment against the garbage can.

"Fuck, Soyeon..." you gasped, "Yeah, I'd love to, and I'd love to cum on her perfect fucking midriff, too."

"Then you'll have to play along with me, honey," she smiled mischievously, letting go of your cock, pulling away from you and then pulling her dress down. You growled, your cock nearly ripping through your shorts and now too horny to think straight.

"Whatever you say, I'm in, fuck," you sighed, glancing down the street to make sure no one was peeking, "let's go now, you've got work to do."

"There are just a few close ups left to record, it's not a big deal," she adjusted her dress, making sure not to arouse suspicion, "Okay, listen to me," she crossed her arms, "here's the plan, you're going to Look for your suitcase and your things at the hotel where you stayed, and you'll wait for me to tell you to go to our hotel. I'll invent an excuse for Minnie to leave while you arrive."

"And are you sure that all this will work out?" you raised an eyebrow.

"No, but it's better than nothing, right?" she shrugged, "walk on."

"If you say so," you sighed, following her back onto the set.

While you two were in the alley, the thing on the set had started up again. Minnie was filming one of her scenes, while Queencard was playing in the background. Soyeon and you discreetly approached the director, to see the screen he was looking at. You were perplexed by how she performed in front of the cameras, her face and her body made a deadly combination, with a charisma and charm that few idols in the industry were capable of showing so naturally.

"Wah, she's really stunning," Soyeon said next to you, genuinely impressed by Minnie's beauty.

A few long minutes of different takes, directions and revisions passed until Minnie had finally finished filming all the scenes that were missing, and the first thing she did was walk towards you with a smile on her face.

"How was I?" she asked, a little nervous.

"Awesome as always!" you said, flattering her.

"Hey honey, you should go get your things, don't you think? We're almost done here," Soyeon asked, staring at you.

"Oh right! I'll call a taxi," you said, pulling out your phone.

"I have the hotel number, I think I can book your room in my name right away," Minnie said, looking for her bag.

"Thank you very much, Minnie, this makes me very happy, really," you thanked her with a bow and a smile, "I'll go wait outside for the taxi, okay?" you told Soyeon.

"Alright, please be careful," she waved her goodbye to you, indicating for you to go now, "I'll give you the location of the hotel when I'm done filming."

"Understood," you nodded, "see you guys!" you said goodbye to them, starting to walk.

"See you later oppa!" Minnie said goodbye, and you walked back to where the previous taxi had left you.

The taxi arrived about 10 minutes after you called it, and you returned in a short time to the hotel where you had stayed. In there you didn't really have to do much, you hadn't unpacked practically anything from your suitcase and the only things you picked up were your airpods, powerbank and your watch.

You waited for a few minutes which frankly took forever. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, with your hands clasped between your knees while you looked at a fixed point on the wall, anxiously moving your right ankle. You would have used your phone to distract yourself, but it was charging, and you didn't like using it while charging. The precious message arrived just a few minutes later, and it contained only the relevant and necessary information: the location of said hotel, and you were not a bit surprised to find out that it was the Fairmont Century Plaza. Minnie fucking Yontararak was going to get you a room in what was probably the most famous hotel in all of Los Angeles, and she hadn't trembled at any time to do it.

You ordered another taxi (the third in a little less than two hours), and you waited patiently outside the hotel, when it arrived, you put your suitcase in the trunk and got on. About 10 minutes by car were enough to reach your destination. The taxi dropped you off right in front of the impressive piece of infrastructure, which if that wasn't impressive enough on its own, was made even better by the two parallel towers just behind it.

Of course, your first instinct was to take a picture of the place, whose red-gold lights, placed on each and every room balcony, made you gasp when you realized how massive the hotel was. When you had finished taking as many pictures as you could, you walked around the large circular fountain that preceded a roundabout with two installations on the sides and a sculpture in the shape of a man's head made of what appeared to be thick metal wires, which it was backlit with a set of lights installed under its water.

Among all your astonishment, you didn't even realize that Soyeon was already waiting for you in the hotel lobby, so big that if it weren't for the fact that she was waving at you like crazy, you wouldn't have found out that she was there among so many pieces of furniture, pillars, plants and people. You approached her with your suitcase in hand, dragging the little wheels on the most expensive floor you had ever stepped on in your life.

"Do you have any idea how much fucking money Minnie must have to splurge on a room in this place for an idiot like me?" you asked, looking at Soyeon with a mischievous smile on her face, of course she still had her dress on.

"Last Christmas she gave us all Chanel handbags like it was nothing, that's your answer," Soyeon said pulling your shirt to give you a little kiss on the lips, "wait here, I'll tell someone to bring your suitcase to your room.”

"Have you booked it yet?" you asked Soyeon before she left, "What about...?"

"She did it right after you left the set, and don't worry, I told her I needed some alone time in our room," she winked at you, and then headed down a couple of steps to the reception area. She spoke to the manager for a moment as she pointed in your direction, the man nodded, and within seconds she was back with you.

"You don't think she suspects something?" you asked, seeing how a bellboy took your suitcase who knows where.

"It's not the first time I've asked her for a moment alone, sometimes I need to be alone in a room and think about things," she replied with a sigh, "let's go to the reception, you have to sign up to get the keys."

You went to the place that Soyeon had indicated, and with her you spent at least 10 minutes filling out paperwork and doing security checks before the receptionist gave you a pair of keys along with the card you would use to open the door of your room, he also explained to you that the service Minnie had purchased was an all-inclusive service, which meant breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and access to recreational areas such as the pool, spa, and bars.

"Fuck, I didn't even want to ask the amount paid, I'd feel guilty," you said, walking Soyeon away from the reception.

"Honey, whatever amount it is, it's not your problem," she took your arm and looked into your eyes, "now let's go to my room, I want you so bad," she licked her upper lip slowly, thing she knew turned you on

Soyeon grabbed your hand, and you hurriedly headed to her room, first taking an elevator and then going through a long corridor with several people before reaching the door. Each room seemed to have a badge above the door frame, and that one in particular said 'Fairmont Gold Suite'. You two walked in, and as she closed the door behind you, you stood there admiring the space.

It was a long room, with two wide glass doors on the left that led to two separate balconies, each with two chairs and a small circular table. On the wall between the glass doors was a large TV, and at the far end of the room, a gray leather corner sofa, with a small table and a small barrel-shaped stool. Lastly, to the right were the two queen size beds, with a nightstand in the middle and decorative pictures on the wall. To the far right was an open door, and judging by the little marble wall visible from where you were standing, you knew it was the bathroom.

"CUBE didn't put a single dollar to pay for this, right?" you asked, taking a few steps while looking at the incredible views of all of Century City.

"Of course fucking not," she answered behind you, moving closer to the first bed to tidy up the mess a bit, "we both paid for everything."

"God, may I ask why you continue with that disgusting company?" You sat on the opposite corner of the bed that Soyeon was making, watching the TV off and then back outside.

"Contract," Soyeon said dryly, "Soojinie was really lucky that CUBE terminated hers, she's been very happy and easy-going lately."

"Is she?"

"Yup, she is always in contact with Shuhua, you know why."

"Are they together?"

"They were," you heard a suitcase open behind you, you turned to see Soyeon over your shoulder, who was putting some things inside, "They broke up when Soojin decided to walk away, but they're still really good friends."

"I'm glad to know that," you couldn't help but smile.

"Anyways," Soyeon closed the suitcase again and stood in front of you, "Time to tell the little bird that she can come back to this nest, don't you think?" She had the phone in hand, typed a message to Minnie, and then tossed it to the other bed, "Okay, now, I think it's time to open the curtain, honey."

Soyeon stood between your knees and put her hands on your shoulders, rubbing them slowly. You wrapped your arms around her petite body, looking up into her pair of staring predatory eyes, and she climbed onto your lap to accommodate her legs on either side of your hips and involuntarily lifting her dress, just enough so that your bulge pressed against her slit over her black lace panties.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, and with a quick movement of her head she attacked your lips in a fierce and intense kiss from the beginning. Her fingers tangled in your hair, and as your tongues swirled around each other she began to rock her hips back and forth, rubbing her slit against your now growing bulge. Your hands went to her hips, and from there slowly moved down to her ass, you gave her buttocks a hard squeeze, only to then grab the hem of her dress and pull it straight up to the middle of her abdomen.

Soyeon broke away from your lips, and as she now attacked your neck with wet kisses, bites and suckers, she reached between your bodies and reached for your cock, to give it an initial squeeze and then began to massage it constantly until it was completely hard. You gasped, and gave her right buttock a hard spank, followed by a light squeeze. You tried to lean slightly forward to push her panties away and bring one of your fingers to her ass, but she stopped you by putting her hand on your chest.

"Uh uh, no sir, not yet," she told you with a mischievous smile, placed a small kiss on your lips and climbed down from your lap to kneel between your legs, her face right in front of your big bulge.

"Did I tell you how fucking hot you look in that dress?" you commented, gasping.

"Actually no, you didn't," her hand went straight to your bulge, massaging it for a moment before beginning to unbutton your shorts, "but you didn't need to tell me to know I had you drooling, darling," she pulled down the zip, and grabbing the hem of both your shorts and boxers, she lowered both items of clothing directly to your ankles, releasing your hard, throbbing cock in front of her face.

She skipped absolutely any foreplay and took your cock in one hand, rubbed the tip of it a couple of times against her tongue, then took you right into her mouth, taking half of your shaft in one quick shot. motion. You gasped, throwing your head back to then stare at her as she began to bob her head up and down.

It was obvious that she was just as in need of it as you are, as she aggressively pumped her head and started salivating all over your cock within a minute of starting. Her little lips slid lower and lower, until with each bob of her head your whole cock was going in and out of her mouth.

You moaned, and she mimicked you moaning around your shaft, using her tongue to stimulate the back of her and tilting her head from side to side in a corkscrew motion. She was making your cock all salivary and slippery, driving you completely crazy with pleasure; you supported your hands on the mattress, and wrinkled the sheets when she pushed her head down and rested her nose against your pelvis, while she looked you straight in the eyes and without showing a single gag reflex.

"Holy fucking shit, I missed this cock so much, honey," Soyeon said after taking you out of her mouth to take a breath and start jerking you off quickly, then she spat all the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth right onto your dick again.

"Then sit on it and bounce like the slut you are," after a while you were confident enough to talk to her like that, so you weren't afraid to tell her what a slut she was, or give her small orders.

"Do you want my ass or my pussy, sweetie?" she asked, placing little kisses on your shaft.

"I want your pussy first, let's save the best for later."

Soyeon gave a small smirk and stood up, grabbing the straps of her dress and pulling it off her shoulders, rolling it all the way to the middle of her abdomen along the other end, now leaving her perky little tits exposed. You took off your t-shirt, and as you did, she had already turned around to present her ass to you. She pulled her panties down very slowly, first showing you her ass and then her delicious little plump pussy.

She tossed the panties away after pulling them off her legs, and with her back to you, she bent her knees to float her round ass just above your cock, ran a hand between her legs and cupped your shaft with one hand to straighten it, rub it a few times between her folds and then begin to slowly lower herself over it, impaling herself inch by inch on your cock.

"Oh fuck yes baby!" Soyeon moaned, resting her buttocks against your pelvis as your cock was deep inside her pussy. She rested her hands on your knees, and began to move her ass up and down slowly until her pussy walls molded to your shaft, that's when she clung more tightly to your legs, and her ass started to quickly bounce.

Under normal circumstances, seeing your cock disappear between Soyeon's buttocks would drive you fucking crazy, but in that situation, in a suite that expensive, with the city lights of LA illuminating the room, you felt like you were in the most sexy erotic Hollywood movie, fucking a coveted and desired movie star.

Soyeon didn't bother to regulate the volume of her moans, despite the fact that it was already quite late at night and that the people in the adjacent rooms were probably already sleeping, she just dedicated herself to jumping like crazy on your dick, making the sound of meat against meat colliding take over the room.

Your hands went to her hips, and clung there until her hair looked tremendously tempting to you. You caught a handful of her hair in a messy ponytail, and yanked it back hard so she let out a little groan of pleasure. That seemed to make her angry, because she started moving her ass as hard as she could, and you responded with a strong spank straight to one of her buttocks.

No more than your moans and the sound of her ass bouncing against your pelvis was present in the room, until the moment that both you and Soyeon were looking forward to finally happened. There was a small Beep at the door, and then it opened wide, showing Minnie as stunned as if she had seen a ghost, still dressed in that sexy black dress. She put her hand to her mouth and looked to the sides of the hall to make sure no one passed while the door was still open.

You saw her, and then you saw Soyeon still bouncing on your cock like the sex machine that she was.

"S-sorry guys… I better go, sorry," she was about to play dumb and close the door again, but Soyeon cut her off.

"Not so fast, woman, why don't you join us?" Soyeon asked between gasps, "or don't you want to release today's stress?" she moaned louder than normal, just to show Minnie how much she was enjoying jumping on your cock.

"Uh... can I?" Minnie asked doubtfully, biting her bottom lip and stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, she saw Soyeon waiting for an answer, then you, and then your cock disappearing and appearing between Soyeon's buttocks. She seemed mesmerized by the scene immediately, as if it was something she had been imagining all this time, but that was coming true until now.

"Of course, princess," Soyeon finally stopped, and you let go of her hair as she looked over her shoulder at you, "Honey, why don't you help me give our guest the welcome she deserves? "

"I'd be delighted, boss," you winked at her, and she got up from your cock to walk slowly towards Minnie, you followed her from behind, until you stood behind her and Soyeon in front of her. Minnie looked nervous, clearly intimidated by being trapped between two naked bodies, but still horny as fuck, you could tell by how she was looking at Soyeon, or how she was looking at you and your cock over her shoulder, "Can I kiss you?" you asked.

"I'd be upset if you didn't," Minnie said in a low, sweet, dreamy voice, the one she usually used to open songs like Oh My God, so fucking sexy she made your dick throb.

You took Minnie's chin with two of your fingers, leaving her head still for you to slowly approach her lips, looking into her eyes at all times until finally your mouths met in a slow and calm kiss, which soon evolved into a more intense and passionate one. Soyeon was the next to attack, taking advantage of the fact that Minnie's neck was exposed to fill it with small kisses as she removed the straps of her dress and lowered it to her abdomen.

Having a new pair of tits at your disposal, you didn't hesitate to pass your two hands around Minnie's body and reach her little tits to play with her small and sensitive nipples, Minnie moaned low in the kiss, and you went even deeper in the kiss, adding your tongue and little lip bites from time to time. Soyeon continued to undress her, grabbing her rolled down dress and pulling it down her body until she slipped it off her legs. You didn't even have time to find out what color Minnie's panties were, because Soyeon as soon as she saw them also removed them from her legs.

Now completely naked, Minnie pulled her ass back and pressed it against your slippery cock. She also took one of her hands back, grabbing your neck and drowning her small moans into the kiss while Soyeon put her tits in her mouth, licking and sucking on her nipples. Minnie moved her hips slowly, rubbing your cock between her buttocks, and you began to go over the body that had been driving you so crazy for a while with your hands. Your hands slowly passed the sides of her torso, moving down until you reached what was undoubtedly your favorite part of her body, her flat, soft, long and incredibly beautiful abdomen, which you slowly rubbed up and down, teasing with touch her pussy but always coming back higher.

"Enough," Soyeon said, and you and Minnie parted from the kiss, her face red with pleasure and you gasping for air, "I want to cum on that cock, and you," she looked at Minnie, "are going to help me with that."

"Oh, with pleasure," Minnie replied, carefully taking Soyeon by the face and planting a short but sensual kiss on her lips.

You let go of Minnie and went back to the bed to sit on the edge, leaned back and rested your hands on the mattress, waiting for Soyeon, who came back to stand between your legs with her back to you. You took your cock, and you made it straight so that she only had to lower her ass and find herself once again completely impaled on your cock. Minnie also went to stand between your legs, to grab Soyeon's face once more and start kissing her; Soyeon began to jump more aggressively than a moment ago, devoting the entire moment solely and exclusively to her own pleasure, using you as a little sex toy, which didn't bother you at all.

Minnie, remembering what Soyeon had asked of her, separated from her lips and raised her back slightly to be able to leave her tits at a more accessible level, for her to bend her knees and begin to pinch and suck on her tits. Soyeon took Minnie's head between her arms, holding her and pressing her even more against her tits while she jumped like crazy on your cock. You brought your hands to Soyeon's ass, squeezing her buttocks as you helped her bounce faster. You gave her another strong spank that made her squeal, and then she started to lose control of her body as Minnie brought a hand between her thighs and began to quickly rub Soyeon’s clit.

Soyeon was already close to her orgasm even before Minnie arrived, but now with her help, and between the two stimuli in her pussy, it didn't take long for her to reach her peak of pleasure. She pulled Minnie's hair away from her tits and kissed her again, muffling loud squeals of pleasure against her lips as she jumped slower but just as strong on your cock. Her pussy walls tightened around your shaft, and you had to make an inhuman effort not to cum. You clung to her waist, closing your eyes and concentrating until she finally stopped.

"Fuck..." you sighed, "I missed that tight little pussy so much," you gasped, still deep in her cavern to give another hard spank to her other ass cheek.

"And I missed that big cock, honey," she turned to look at you, Minnie's face still in her hands when she blew you a little kiss.

"I… I want to suck it, can I?" Minnie asked, looking down as Soyeon lifted her hips to free your cock.

"You'll only do it with me, naughty girl," Soyeon climbed off your lap and pushed Minnie aside to kneel between your legs, Minnie knelt to the side of her, forcing you to spread your legs wider so they could fit between them.

"My god… it's so big," Minnie said, taking your cock in her hand and admiring it like it was the toy she asked for for Christmas, "now I envy you," her hand began to move slowly up and down, spreading Soyeon's fluids on your cock.

"Wait till you feel it in your ass," Soyeon said with a giggle.

"What are you waiting for to clean that cock, cutie?" you asked, rubbing the outline of her face with the back of your hand.

Minnie bit her lower lip, and after a few seconds of hesitation, she guided the tip of your cock right into her mouth, wrapping her thick lips in a tight grip as she slowly began to suck the first few inches of your shaft. Soyeon brushed Minnie's hair from her face, and joined her with little kisses and licks on your balls.

After a few seconds Minnie got confident enough to start pumping her head lower and lower, and that's when you noticed that she was fucking amazing giving head. You gasped, placing a hand on the back of Minnie's head to guide her into the correct pace, but it was unnecessary to do so, as she knew exactly how to move her head and her tongue to drive you wild with each pump.

"Your pussy tastes delicious, Soyeonie," Minnie said, pulling you out of her mouth to get some air, her hand moving slowly over your cock.

"Don't be greedy, I want a taste too," Minnie stopped moving her hand, and Soyeon started licking your shaft and then sucking a few inches of it.

"Get on the bed, both of you, I want to see those asses while you make me cum," you ordered with your mouth agape, getting on the bed and resting your head on one of the two pillows.

Minnie and Soyeon obeyed your command, and climbed on the bed to slowly crawl towards you, then turned around, their asses facing you and their backs arching so that their faces were level with your cock. You saw Minnie's pussy for the first time, and you couldn't help rubbing her folds slowly with your fingers, she turned to see you, and with her gaze fixed on you, she took your cock again to guide it back to her mouth. You let out a long moan, and squeezed both asses as Minnie let her lips trail to the base of your cock with each pump of her head.

Minnie took you out of her mouth after a few seconds, and Soyeon was the next to take you. Unlike Minnie, who gave you a more sensual, slow and clean blowjob, Soyeon was completely the opposite, with frantic and fast movements on your cock which began to leave it more and more full of saliva. After a moment, Soyeon took you out of her mouth and then they both began to work together to give you pleasure, each one with her mouth on the side of your shaft to stick out their tongues and start moving up and down, from your base to the tip. And that was your downfall.

The two girls kept moving their perfectly coordinated heads, making their tongues serve as a cocksleeve for you, and after a few seconds your unannounced orgasm arrived. You let out a loud moan, and immediately your cock began to shoot thick jets of cum into the air, which fell on your cock while they were still moving their tongues up and down, collecting every drop that ran down your shaft, but it was so much that part of it remained accumulated on their lips or on their chins. Out of sheer instinct you gave each of them a strong spank, but you were so out of that existential plane that you didn't realize when your orgasm had passed, and they were already taking turns sucking your cock clean once more.

"Such a fucking delicious cock, dammit..." Minnie said, licking your cock just like Soyeon.

"You can have it anytime you want, as long as you share it with me and do everything I tell you today," Soyeon replied, taking her chin to run her tongue over it and clean any remaining cum.

"I'm fine with that," Minnie smirked, and then she licked her lips to return the favor to Soyeon, wiping her lips and her chin until they were clean.

"Oh yeah? Well listen to this, rich girl," Soyeon grabbed her neck and kept her brushing against her lips, "I'm not touching that pussy... until your fucking squirt."

"Oh… but, I don't think I've ever done that," Minnie said, with a slightly worried expression.

"It's quite easy, I'll guide you," she knelt up, and stared at you, "but for that you'll need inspiration," she raised an eyebrow, you got the message, and nodded for her to do what she wanted.

Your cock was still hard, and Soyeon took advantage of that to climb onto you with her back to you, planting both feet on either side of your hips, and began rubbing the tip of your cock between her folds. Minnie also took a new position on the bed, lying on her back in the right corner with her legs wide open, leaving her pussy exposed to you and Soyeon.

"Should I just... finger myself?" Minnie asked, rubbing her index and middle fingers between her slit from top to bottom.

"You must be completely relaxed, honey, especially your pelvis, when you feel close, just let me know, okay?" Soyeon asked her, teasing with impaling herself on your dick but only sticking the tip of it in and then pulling it out of her.

"God… very good," Minnie agreed with a sigh, rubbing her clit slowly in circles and then taking her index and middle fingers slowly inside her pussy, she let out a small moan, and that was the green light for Soyeon to fully impale herself on your cock one more time.

Soyeon leaned back, and rested her hands on the mattress to start moving her hips at a steady and pleasurable rhythm. Minnie, staring at how your cock moved in and out of Soyeon's pussy, moved her wrist faster than she was supposed to at first, and did so between cute, needy moans.

"Do you like this, princess?" Soyeon asked Minnie, moving up and down on your cock, "seeing how his big juicy cock fills my little pussy? I bet you'd love to feel it inside you, wouldn't you?"

Minnie didn't respond with words but with more moans and an increase in the rhythm of her wrist, her fingers pumping rapidly in and out of her pussy. Her mouth was parted, and her free hand was pinching her own nipple as the pleasure built up in her body. Soyeon began to bounce harder completely on purpose, forcing Minnie to stop looking at her and see what was going on between your legs.

You could let Soyeon ride you all day, in fact, it was one of your favorite things in the world, but you needed to take control for a moment, so you made her stop, planted your feet on the mattress and you grabbed her legs tightly before pulling her back, her back was pressed against your chest, and now you were holding her in a full-nelson position, her knees on either side of her head and your hands holding the sides of it, perfect to give Minnie exactly what she wanted.

Soyeon couldn't even meet Minnie's eyes anymore, you had started pumping your hips up and down as hard and fast as you could, crashing your pelvis against her ass with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, so you could see Minnie clearly as her fingers went in and out of her as fast as your cock did Soyeon's pussy.

The moans from both girls were like music to your ears, both squealing and whimpering with pleasure in different ways and volumes. Minnie stopped pinching and massaging her tits with her free hand, and instead brought both of her fingers into her slit as well to begin rubbing her clit intensely and in circles. You couldn't see Soyeon's face, only Minnie's, and you couldn't stop thinking that it was a work of art carved by the angels themselves, and how it distorted and turned red with pleasure, had your motor at all speed.

"Soyeonie... ah, fuck fuck! I'm too close, now w-what?" Minnie managed to ask between whimpers, pumping her fingers and rubbing her pussy quickly.

"Just squeeze your glutes and relax!" you were sure Soyeon meant to tell her nicely, but instead, she just let out a desperate scream, "You're gonna!... FUCK!" Soyeon squeaked, "You're going to feel like you're going to pee, don't panic, j-just go on relax and push!" she said all that last without a pause, only to be able to moan again.

At first you weren't sure if Minnie had stored all that information in her head, but a few seconds passed, and she frowned, clenched her teeth, and suddenly put her fingers out of her pussy, letting out a considerable stream of fluid that stained the entire sheet in one line and part of your calf, all while she continued to rapidly rub her clit until the squirt combined with her orgasm. Her body twisted in a violent spasm, and she dropped her head to the mattress to writhe and crumple the sheets with her free hand.

"I think it's time to give her the prize, don't you think?" you asked Soyeon, considerably slowing down your thrusts and loosening your grip. Minnie, meanwhile, kept squealing and rubbing her clit much slower than before.

"I… fuck yeah, right," Soyeon moaned, and you released her legs so she was sitting on top of you again. She got off your cock and you got up to grab Minnie by her thighs and pull her to the center of the bed. You and Soyeon lay on each side of her, Soyeon cupped the side of her face and started kissing her, while you concentrated on kissing her jaw, her neck and then her clavicle.

Your hand ran down her incredibly sexy body once more, and when you reached her abdomen you couldn't help but move down a bit to bring your lips to it, spreading wet kisses around her hot tummy, down to her pubis and then back up. to bring one of her small tits to your mouth. Minnie still had her legs wide open, a moment that you took the opportunity to put a hand between them and rub her clitoris, a little spasm scared her, because she was still sensitive, but she immediately relaxed thanks to Soyeon's care.

“You're going to squirt one more fucking time,” you said, more as a warning than a request, Minnie's weak, lust-filled eyes meeting yours as she stopped kissing Soyeon.

"Do what you want with me, I don't care," Minnie said, her voice husky and low.

"Wow, that's an invitation you can't turn down," Soyeon said with a mischievous smile, grabbing one of Minnie's tits and spreading kisses all over her face.

You kept moving your fingers over her clit for a few more seconds, until you trailed them down her folds and deep inside her pussy. Minnie trembled and squealed, and grabbed onto Soyeon's neck as you began to move your wrist frantically without any warning.

You and Soyeon each took one of Minnie's tits into your mouths as you pumped your fingers in and out of her tight, drenched pussy. Minnie's legs did a little reflex to close, but you quickly looped a leg over hers to hold it in place, restricting any kind of movement other than her hips.

Minnie was screaming like crazy, making growls from the depths of her throat and grabbing both of you by the hair on the nape of your neck, entangling her fingers in it between slight spasms that her body had every time you hit her G-spot. You knew how and how deep to move your fingers, so now you were stimulating her sensitive area at all times.

You continued to lick and suck on her nipple for a few more seconds, until you came up and met her pretty lips once more. She cupped your face with both hands, and you brought your lips together in a fiery kiss. Minnie muffled her shrieks against your lips, but it soon became impossible with Soyeon's fingers rubbing over her clit, following the rhythm of your wrist and causing her to start screaming in pleasure.

Minnie's eyes started to get teary, but that didn't stop either of you from continuing your mission. Not more than a minute passed when you felt Minnie's hips thrust forward and her pussy squeezing around your fingers, that was your cue to pull them out, letting a new, stronger and longer lasting stream come out of her pussy, now completely wetting one new bed area.

"That's a good fucking girl, oh yes..." Soyeon said with a mischievous smirk, pecking her tit and then her cheek as her pussy shot out little less prominent squirts, "I think I'll go find something outside, have fun while I'm gone."

"Where will you go?" you asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"To find a mysterious tool that will help us later, honey, don't be impatient," she winked at you, taking you by the chin and giving you a little kiss before getting up and getting out of bed.

Soyeon put her dress back on, completely ignoring her panties and leaving it on rather disastrously, and without saying anything, she hurried out of the room, leaving you completely alone with Minnie.

"Seems like it's just you and me now," you got level with her face, grabbed her waist to turn her on her side and press her against you, embracing her body with your arm and kissing her again. This time you dedicated yourself to enjoying her kiss, tasting her lips and entangling your tongue with hers amid very soft moans from both of you.

"Fuck my face, please use me however you want baby," she murmured against your lips, plunging back into the kiss and hugging your torso with her thigh.

You took her request completely into account, and it didn't come out of your mind, but her lips were so addictive, so soft and delicious, that you couldn't help but stay kissing her for at least 5 more minutes, which certainly didn't bother her, since with each passing second she seemed more and more entranced by your lips.

When you considered that you had enjoyed Minnie's lips enough, you separated from her between small kisses and knelt up to one side of her, with your cock floating just over her face. She stuck out her tongue, and looked at you with a pair of incredibly sexy and piercing eyes.

"Holy fuck Minnie… your face is so fucking… unreal," you gasped, rubbing the tip of your cock against her tongue, "you're so gorgeous, and so perfectly ruinable."

Saying that, you grabbed Minnie by the back of her head and turned her towards you, giving you the free way to push your cock deep into her mouth, brushing her throat with your tip and letting out a moan into the air. Minnie scrunched up her face, while her nose rested on your pubis and you mentally prepared yourself for what was going to happen.

After a few seconds, you began to rock your hips back and forth, your cock slowly moving fully in and out of her mouth. Minnie's gag reflex was non-existent, which resulted in unimaginable pleasure every time you hit her throat. She was completely still as she stared at you, acting like a puny sex toy, which she enjoyed most was choking on a good cock.

You could spend hours moving your hips at the same nice slow pace, but you wanted to ruin her and her beautiful face completely. You gave her a dry and spicy slap straight to her cheek, then began to move your hips faster and faster, grabbing her hair hard and carelessly, and fucking her mouth as if she were just a piece of living meat.

You didn't mind treating her in a rustic and aggressive way, you knew she was loving it, especially because of how she moaned around your shaft. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of your cock hitting her throat over and over again, her eyes watered, and thick saliva began to spill from the corners of her mouth straight down her chin onto the sheets below her. Her tears spilled little by little, and with them her eye shadow began to run down her cheeks, staining a faint black.

You were fucking her hard and mercilessly, pulling her hair and moving her head in conjunction with your hips to reach deeper into her throat with each thrust. Your cock was all drenched in a thick layer of her saliva, and it was dripping in all directions as you kept moving.

Tears were running down Minnie's cheeks, who was clinging tightly to one of your thighs with her hand. Fortunately (or not) for her, your orgasm was not long in coming, you were already conditioned from before when you were hammering Soyeon's pussy, and when you felt the tingle, you immediately pulled out your cock and started jerking it quickly over Minnie's face. She didn't even stick her tongue out of it this time, she just stared at you with slightly parted lips and a puppy dog look, and that was enough for you to explode. Your cock shot multiple streams of cum straight into that work of art, staining her lips, her nose, her forehead, and even her eyes, which she instinctively closed as you unloaded on her pretty skin. Gasps were the only thing that came out of your mouth at that moment, so incredibly pleasant that you questioned for a moment if it was real.

"Fuck... is it okay if I call you daddy?" she asked after a sigh, wiping the cum over her eyes so she could open them, while you brushed your cock across her face.

"You call me whatever you want, honey," you replied, panting, and then she caught your cock in her mouth to wipe it clean.

Right at that moment, Soyeon suddenly entered the room, giving you a little scare. She closed the door quickly, but without showing what she had hidden behind her back. When she saw the scene that you had set up, she made a surprised face.

"Wow, you sure didn't waste your time, did you?" she asked you, raising an eyebrow.

"You can't blame me, her face is extremely fuckable," you objected, brushing the dick out of Minnie's face and sitting down on the bed.

"Yes, whatever you say," she ignored you on purpose, and then looked at Minnie, "I brought a little surprise for you, darling," that's when she finally showed what she had hidden on her back, it was a strap-on, with a rubber dildo at least about 6 inches long. You raised both eyebrows, completely stunned. Minnie didn't seem to have a different reaction than you did.

"What?! Where the hell did you get that from?" you asked, still unable to believe it.

"A horny bitch doesn't reveal her secrets," she said as she dropped the strap on the bed and quickly slipped out of her dress, getting naked with the two of you again. She strapped on like she'd done it a thousand times before (suspicious), and then went to get something in her suitcase, "put that little slut on all fours, I'm going to fuck her ass."

You and Minnie exchanged glances, she nodded, making you understand that she could do it alone, so you put a pillow on the head of the bed and leaned on it to enjoy the show. Minnie weakly dragged herself to the center of the bed, and with some difficulty got to her elbows and knees, arching her back and lifting her butt to wait for Soyeon, who came back with a bottle of lube in her hand and then climbed on to the bed, kneeling behind Minnie.

"Is that thing sterilized?" Minnie asked, gasping, looking over her shoulder at Soyeon with her face still covered in your cum.

"Of course, silly, what kind of psycho do you think I am?" replied Soyeon, pouring lubricant on the strap-on dildo and leaving it nice and slippery, then, with what was left in her hand, she took two of her fingers to Minnie's ass, to lubricate the inside of it for a few seconds.

With nothing else to do, Soyeon threw the bottle of lubricant to a completely random place and began to rub the tip of the dildo against Minnie's ass, who bit her lip and you noticed how her hands tensed. Soyeon placed one hand on Minnie's ass, and helped herself with the other to start guiding the dildo very slowly into her hole. Minnie squealed, as the dildo forced its way through her walls inch by inch. At this point you didn't know if her face was in pain or pleasure, the line between both things was very thin, but what you did know was that Soyeon was persevering, and she didn't stop until the dildo was completely buried inside Minnie's ass

Minnie crumpled the sheets tightly with her fingers, and dropped her face to the mattress amid desperate screeching. It was evident that it was her first time trying anal, but she was in good hands, so you didn't even worry.

"It fucking hurts! Ugh!" Minnie whined, pursing her lips, her hands balled into a fist.

"I know, just relax, it's normal at first," Soyeon began to rub Minnie's buttocks slowly, keeping the dildo buried in her ass for a few more seconds, "I'm going to start moving as slow as I can, but I need you to relax, you're going to feel good, honey."

Minnie nodded uncertainly, and then Soyeon did as she promised, moving her hips back very slowly. Minnie tensed again, but then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and bit her lip as Soyeon moved forward again, completing just a pump.

Soyeon continued pumping as slowly as she could, until she noticed that Minnie's body was not tense, and that a small moan had already come out of her mouth, indicating that she was already beginning to feel pleasure. Knowing this, Soyeon stopped holding back and began moving her hips faster with each passing second, slowing down a bit each time Minnie complained.

But soon the complaints subsided, even when Soyeon moved fast and hard, Minnie showed no trace of pain in her expression, now it had turned back into a mess of moans and whimpers as her ass was completely filled by Soyeon's dildo, which went in and out its full length with each pump.

"D-Daddy..." Minnie moaned, raising her head a little to look at you from her with lust-filled eyes, "fuck my pussy, I'm begging you, I need it!" pleaded Minnie between moans.

"Daddy? That's new," Soyeon said, raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, to give Minnie a hard spank that made her squeal, "do you want to be double penetrated? I didn't know you were such a fucking whore."

"Shut the fuck up, I just need it!" Minnie yelled, looking over her shoulder as she frantically fucked her ass, "daddy please!" she repeated, looking at you again.

You were so mesmerized and entranced by the scene that it took you a while to even react. You got off the head of the bed and went to kneel in front of Minnie's face, slamming your semi-hard cock against her lips.

"Put that cock hard again then, honey," you ordered, to which Minnie captured your cock in her mouth and began sucking on it fast and hard, helping herself with her hand to soon bring it back to its full hardness.

When your cock was fully hard, Minnie lifted her body so that you got under her, and when you got comfortable, she lowered herself on top of you, pressing her tits and her abdomen against your torso. You reached between your bodies, taking your cock and aligning it with her pussy to plant your feet on the mattress and push up, entering Minnie's tight pussy for the first time.

Minnie clung tightly to your shoulders and buried her face in your neck to drown out her loud whimpers of pleasure as she felt her other hole being filled deep, this time by a thick, throbbing cock, while Soyeon didn't stop hammering her ass mercilessly for even a single second, crashing the base of the strap against her buttocks.

You took a moment to enjoy the first sensation of Minnie's pussy clenched around your shaft, it felt silky, very fucking wet and tight, and dare you say it felt better than Soyeon's, but you would know that with time.

Your hands went to Minnie's waist, and squeezing her flesh firmly, you began to move your hips up and down in a rhythm that from the beginning all it did was drive her absolutely crazy, since you were matching Soyeon's movements while she pounded her ass.

Minnie kept her face on the side of your neck, but with a strong tug on Soyeon's hair she made her back stand up. You didn't stop pumping in and out of her pussy for a single second, so Minnie continued with her face distorted with pleasure. Soyeon caught Minnie's face in her hand, and turned her face to the side only to start licking your cum off her face.

"How does that juicy cock feel inside your pussy, honey?" Soyeon asked, licking cum from Minnie's lips and swallowing it all, "And your ass? How does it feel to be fucked in the ass like a good slut?" Minnie didn't respond, she just kept moaning and screaming like crazy while you continued to pump frantically up and down.

"You love it, don't you?" you asked Minnie, squeezing her ass tightly, "you love how my cock fills you up so well," you growled.

"Yes daddy, fuck yes!!" she squeaked, and Soyeon began to pinch her nipples as she continued to fuck her ass, "I'm gonna fucking cum so hard! Oh my fucking god !!" she grabbed the sides of your abdomen, and digging her nails into you almost painfully, she reached the peak of her pleasure.

You felt a different sensation inside her pussy when Minnie's orgasm came, a sensation that forced you to suddenly pull out your cock so that a squirt just as powerful and long-lasting as the previous one came out of her pussy, but this time completely soaking your cock, your pelvis and part of your thighs. Her body began to shake and spasm violently, and she rolled her eyes as she moaned and growled with her mouth wide open in an O shape.

It took a moment for her orgasm to pass, and when it did, Soyeon released her so that she fell directly on top of you, her hair now covering part of your face. You felt her breathing completely uneasy and messy, and also how her body still had little electric shocks. Soyeon got out of her ass, and then took off her strap to leave it on the side of the bed.

"Wipe off his cock and you can rest for a moment, I'm not done with you, sweetie," Soyeon patted Minnie's ass and went to lie down on her side next to you.

"I... I..." Minnie couldn't find the words or breath, she raised her face to see you and then Soyeon, "Okay..." she swallowed, and gathered strength from where she didn't. She had to stand up and give you space to get up.

You knelt up, and Minnie returned to her knees and hands just for you. You took your cock, drenched with her squirt and her fluids, and brought it into her mouth, for her to suck on slowly, from tip to base, until she left it squeaky clean.

"That's a good girl," you gasped, cupping the side of her face with your hand and caressing her cheek with your thumb.

"You're going to fuck her ass, honey, fill it deep, I know you're close," Soyeon commanded, leaning forward to take Minnie's buttock in her hand and squeeze.

"Are you okay with that, baby?" you asked Minnie, that she looked so cute, destroyed and sexy that you just wanted to cover her with kisses.

"Yes daddy… I want to feel your load inside me… I don't care which hole," Minnie sighed, nuzzling herself against your hand like a kitten.

"Fuck, you did charm her with that dick, didn't you?" Soyeon teased with a giggle, as you moved to position yourself behind Minnie, and she lay down right in front of her face, spreading her legs wide to leave her pussy inches from Minnie's mouth.

"Let's just say it was something much simpler than my dick," you replied, remembering your magnificent making-out session with her. The bottle of lube was close to you, so you just reached over to pick it up and pour it all over your cock.

"Oh, isn't your dick the only magical thing you've got?" Soyeon grabbed Minnie by her hair, and not caring what she said, she plunged her face right into her pussy. Minnie didn't seem to mind, as she fully understood that she had to start eating Soyeon's pussy, "That's it sweetheart, right fucking there," Soyeon moaned under her breath.

"I don't know, you should know right?" You raised an eyebrow with a smirk, and that was the last thing you said before guiding your cock right into her already stretched ass, which spread easily for your shaft until you were all the way inside her, "What the fuck Minnie, this ass feels amazing," you gasped.

You rested your hands on Minnie's waist, and as she ate Soyeon's pussy so well it had her pursing her lips, you began to pump at a leisurely pace, which gradually turned into aggressive crashes of your pelvis against Minnie's nice ass.

Minnie was moaning against Soyeon's pussy, which served to her advantage in bringing her to a quick point of no return, in which Soyeon was pinching her tits and arching her back between loud moans. Then you realized that Minnie was a fucking goddess of oral sex.

Seeking to increase Soyeon's and Minnie's pleasure, you raised your hand and gave Minnie the hardest spank you'd given her all night, which made her scream against your girlfriend's pussy. You squeezed both cheeks together, spanked her again, and started pumping your hips as fast as you could, pounding Minnie's ass like a complete animal.

You wanted to keep fucking Minnie's ass for a while longer, but you couldn't hold it anymore, and it took a few seconds until with a strong thrust, you left your cock resting inside Minnie's ass while you shot all your load inside it. You moaned loudly, and when she felt the spurts of your cum fill her ass, she began to eat Soyeon's pussy as good and fast as she could.

Soyeon, between moans, moved her hips involuntarily and pressed Minnie's mouth and nose even more against her pussy, while you already left your last drops of seed inside her ass. You pulled out your cock, and as if it were a plug, it dropped all your cum like a waterfall from her ass to the sheets.

You fell back, admiring your work while the focus of pleasure was now Soyeon, who didn't take much more than 2 minutes before she violently raised her hips and began to shake in spasms. Minnie continued to eat her pussy through her orgasm, scooping her fluids and wiping her fleshy folds so she wouldn't have a trace of what had happened. Soyeon was pulling her hard by her hair, and for a moment she closed her thighs around her head as her body relaxed.

"Minnie… since when are you so fucking amazing eating pussy?" Soyeon sighed, removing her fingers from her hair and relaxing her legs.

"I eat Yuqi's pussy all the time, it's one of my favorite pastimes," Minnie sighed, her soul completely drained out of her body as she begged for just five minutes of rest.

"But that doesn't explain how you're so amazing at sucking cock," you said from behind, breathing hard.

"I... I just want to rest, leave me alone for a moment," Minnie completely ignored both of you, and she settled on the side of the bed to plant her face on the pillow, her stomach flat.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll make sure to find out later," Soyeon said with a giggle, then fixed her gaze on you, "You… come here," she waved her finger, and you as a good slave of her charms, you went without question, placing yourself on top of her and covering her body with yours.

"We've fulfilled our little fantasy, haven't we?" You smiled, sharing small kisses with her as you took both of her hands to intertwine your fingers.

"Oh no honey... you're so wrong," Soyeon said between kisses, then looking into your eyes and tracing the outline of your lower lip with her tongue, "it doesn't end here."

"Huh?"

"I want us to fuck the other members… together," she murmured in a sultry, husky way, caressing your inner thigh with hers.

"Really? Are you sure about that?" you asked, somewhat hopeful for a positive answer.

"Of course, I know you're going to love it," Soyeon started to kiss you again, but this time on your chin and cheeks, "Miyeonie fucks like an angel, very fucking lovely," she returned to your lips, "Yuqi is too fucking energetic... and Shuhua..." she laughed at that last one, "Shuhua is the biggest fucking brat I know, she won't stop until you leave her scarred ass, weak pussy and shaky legs."

A shiver ran through your entire body just imagining each one of them, and you got so excited that even your cock, already flaccid, moved involuntarily.

"I… fuck, I'm in," you sighed.

"I know you are, sweet boy," she smiled, carefully taking your neck to kiss you again.

You two kept kissing for a long time, until you both got tired and settled next to Minnie to rest. Soyeon settled to your right, hugging your body with her hand and her leg, and Minnie was face down to your left, fast asleep. A few minutes passed, and soon you joined Minnie in a deep slumber.

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