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zhongrin · 7 months

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caution: these toys aren’t kids-friendly

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, wriothesley, al haitham, kaeya

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, fem!reader, toys (duh), improper use of geo (thanks crys), dragon!li (because..... are you even surprised?), edging (zhongli, wriothesley), 'little one' used (zhongli), handcuffs & collar (wriothesley), 'puppy' and 'slut' used (wriothesley), shibari (al haitham), sex machine (kaeya)

◇ a/n ◇ an offering before wrio's banner drops. was debating on releasing this today or the end of this week, but..... wrio come home please i am begging

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

the addition of toys in your bedroom was something you both had discussed beforehand. typical of zhongli, to draft a contract detailing all the things you were both comfortable and not comfortable doing in the bedroom, right after you mentioned that you were ready to be physically intimate with him.

you really should have read the fine print in that contract carefully.

“- my love?”

“h-huh?”

you dazedly looked up at your husband, feeling your already-warm cheeks getting warmer at the expectant look that he and another man were giving you.

was he talking to you? what was the question? where the hell were you again?

“hm, my apologies, it seems like my wife isn’t feeling well. perhaps we will revisit your establishment at a later date, mr. curator. i truly do apologize for the inconvenience.”

you were not even sure what the other party said. all you could hear was the smooth baritone of your husband’s voice. all you could think was how good he could make you feel with that eloquently speaking mouth and lithe tongue of his, those long slender fingers, the two girthy, veiny, deliciously ridged shape of his-

that same voice was now whispering just slightly above your ears, and to others it must have looked like you were both a very loving couple; a husband hunched over his wife, supporting her and bringing her to the nearest shade in this hot weather while lovingly murmuring sweet nothings into her ears - because what else would the gentlemanly mr. zhongli whisper into his dearest spouse?

literal filth, that’s what.

“my my, the amount of slick running down your thighs, darling,” he chuckled as he let you rest against the cooling shades by the side of a building, his gloved fingers trailing up your inner thigh behind your skirt to gather the essence of your drooling cunt, “how scandalous. had i were just a second too late, people would have noticed the suspicious trail of wetness on your leg despite the lack of rain or anything of sort-”

“want you,” you babbled, brain stuffed full of cotton as you tried to press yourself against him, “n-not enough, want more!!”

“was the toy i personally created just for you not enough, hmm? how greedy,” he was fully taunting you now, amused by the sparks of arousal in your voice and in the short bursts of your breathing, “didn’t you say you could wait until we get home, dear? i’m afraid our abode isn’t some decrepit back alley, now, is it?”

“no, no, now, now,” you whimpered like a saddened puppy, trying to grind on his thigh, the soft vibration of the little geo construct within your walls providing pleasure which made your insides clench, but they fell short of pushing you over that precipice.

“you’re so impatient.”

you gasped as the object inside you suddenly whirred into life, pressing against the right spots and pulsing with a powerful energy you couldn't describe. your cunt clamped around it, more slick pouring down and dripping onto zhongli’s slacks, your cries muffled by your lover who had locked his lips onto yours, tongue inviting you to a sensual dance as your senses were drowning in mind-bending pleasure. his scent engulfed you and the tender fondles of his hand on your thigh contrasted with the passionate kiss you shared, and all you could think was how much better it would feel to have him inside you - oh, even just one of his cocks would do at this point. anything that could fill you up so nicely and bully onto your sweetest spots as your husband’s growls echo right beside your ear - as he marked, mated, and bred you full of his-

and then suddenly he pulled away, shattering your daydream completely. the vibrations returned into an annoying hum, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes as zhongli fixed his tie and your rumpled clothes, his touch sending electric jolts whenever it brushed against your heated bare skin. he gave you a deceivingly kind and patient smile, amber eyes drooping in dark lust yet his movements were as refined as ever.

“come on then, little one. let us go home so i can take care of you properly, yes?”

wriothesley hummed as the metals clicked into place. the view before him was making his cock twitch and throb; the way your face was smushed against the pillow, the dip of your bare back and the roundness of your rear, the way your legs spread open and wrists cuffed with his signature handcuffs… and most of all, your bare cunt in all its drooling mess, completely exposed to him as he rubbed his leaking tip on the sodden slit.

whines and pleas and begs escaped your lips but he paid them no mind. you gave him full control when you agreed to be restrained in this position with the new cuffs he had gotten you. the leather looked ethereal against your wrists, and the way it matched so well with the collar on your neck, embellished with his insignia? truly the most divine sight.

the pleased noise escaping his throat was akin to a growl as he slowly pushed into your heat, his smirk widening as he felt you tighten and tremble. the slow drag of his girth against your walls was driving you insane, but the man refused to acknowledge your desperate ‘more’s. instead, his hand crawled down your stomach from behind, and you felt a cold finger press onto your swollen, burning-hot clit, ripping a surprised and needy squeal from you.

the appendage circled slowly, the cold of cryo making his action feel even more pronounced, as the blunt tip of his shaft slowly kissed the deepest part of you with sensual and rough snaps of his hips. the wet sounds coming from the minimal movements were a testament to how aroused and desperate you were for release.

“look at you, puppy… so wet you’re leaking. how dirty,” he drawled as he continued to stimulate both of your sensitivity, watching intently as your ass and thighs rippled with how your body shook and from his hard but short thrusts, “you feel so good, though… i can fuck this tight pussy for hours on end. would you like that, puppy? will that finally satiate my needy little slut? will you finally learn to behave when you’re so overstimulated, all you can do is cry for my cock and beg for my cum?”

the duke smirked when your cunt clenched at his words. even without seeing how you were nodding frantically, it was enough of an answer to him.

“guess we’ll have to find out… but don’t worry - i don’t expect you to learn your lesson in one session.”

‘it’s not like you’re losing anything by doing this’ he said. ‘shouldn’t take that long’ he said. ‘just enough to sate my curiosity’ he said.

well, firstly, al haitham was, as always, correct. but apparently he was also a liar, and you had severely underestimated the curiosity of an esteemed scholar of one of the akademiya’s bests. maybe you should start paying attention to the books he read. how in the world had you failed to notice that your boyfriend had been reading books upon books regarding the art of shibari?

and of course, like the scholar that he was, he wished to do some 'hands-on practice' now that he had committed the theory to heart. and who would be a better partner than you? a personal curiosity should be sated by personally trusted individuals, and you were perfect for the job.

“you said- you said it’s not gonna take l-long…”

he blinked up at your tied form through those pretty lashes with a hungry gaze which was far from being satiated. intricate knots and green ropes pressed against your skin, some digging insistently as you consciously struggled against the bindings. predatory eyes gazed upon you - a delicious prey willingly caught in a trap.

“time is a construct. it seems like our definitions of ‘long’ are vastly different. an unfortunate miscalculation i should have foresighted; my mistake.”

if the monotonous words weren’t enough indication of how he was clearly not feeling bad about his actions, his next action showed it. fingers lightly brushed against your chest, rubbing against the pebbled nipples as he admired the way your breasts looked against the bindings. your beloved raised his eyebrows when the slightest touch made you shiver and moan in anticipation, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

“ah, i see. i suppose it’s quite boring on your part to just stay there and be restrained like this. my apologies, it seems i have neglected to put myself in your shoes,” al haitham’s eyes soften and he presses a gentle kiss onto your forehead, his bare hands slowly inching towards the section of the rope which was particularly drenched with your arousal.

“let me make it up to you.”

“ready?”

“mm…”

“oh, snowflake,” kaeya chuckled and placed a reassuring kiss on your jawline, thumb caressing your chin comfortingly, “don’t you worry, it’s going to feel really good, and we can stop anytime. you know i would never do anything you wouldn’t like.”

“i know,” you mumbled and replied to your lover’s reassurance with a peck on his lips.

with an approving hum, the cavalry captain fiddled with the remote in his hand. the resounding beep was followed by a soft whirr of the engine turning on, and you gasped as the lubricated toy slowly entered you, before it retracted at the same speed and repeated the motion. a warm hand that contrasted against the cold mechanical motion reached under you to continue his ministrations from before, caressing your inner thigh sensually before feathering across your lower lips.

“mmhm- f-feels good…!”

“yeah?” your boyfriend chuckled as he continues to circle your clit with his experienced fingers, “think you can take more?”

you shivered and nodded. kaeya rewarded you with a kiss to your temple and soon enough you felt the machine speeding up a notch, thrusting into you moderately fast now, the sound of your wet arousal vivid in your ears and resonating within your shared bedroom, causing more warmth to explode on your face.

“ooh, look at that, you’re taking it so well. feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”

with an agreeing whimper, you slumped against kaeya’s body, surrendering to his flighty touches which added warmth to the pleasurable but coldly mechanical toy.

“archons, you look so pretty like this…,” he crooned against your heated skin, eyes twinkling with mirth and mischief, “now, let’s see how long you’ll last before you start begging for my cock.”

#minors dni #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #afab!reader #fem!reader #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #al haitham #al haitham x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader #rin writes

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luvbug724 · 3 months

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#neil josten what the fuck is up with you #aftg #neil josten #all for the game #tfc #the foxhole court #i’m giggling he’s so funny why does he do this

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mikaswannabe · 11 months

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"IS THIS SKIRT TOO SHORT?"

FEATURING...

BAJI KEISUKE — degrading, dom!baji, fingering, jealousy, vaginal sex, spanking, filming.

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO — dom!mikey, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering.

SANZU HARUCHIYO — dry humping, objectification, degrading, slight manipulation, body worship, ass-eating, fingering.

TAKASHI MITSUYA — severe horniness, dom!mitsuya, semi-public sex, body worship, panty fucking, vaginal sex.

CHIFUYU MATSUNO — slight dollification, forced undressing, pussy worship, small mommy kink, body worship, masturbation, buttjob, vaginal sex, overstimulation, riding.

KEN "DRAKEN" RYUGUJI — dom!draken, controlling, brat-taming, fingering, car head.

BAJI

"Baby."

Usually you would spend most of your time in this walk-in closet when you know you have a function to attend, but Baji knew you were about to ask for a rating of your outfit when he smells your lovely scent after you come out of that door, and hearing that sweet call of your pet name for him.

Meanwhile, he hadn't even gotten off of the bed since he made himself a bowl of Cap'n Crunch an hour ago. You saw that basketball video game that he always plays occupying the TV screen.

He didn't understand why you always needed so long to get ready. He just saw it as a difference between genders, because he knew he could hop into his clothes and brush his hair 30 minutes before leaving and still stunt at the party you two planned on going to.

"Yo."

"Look at my outfit. Is it cute?"

Usually he would take a short glance, give you a yes, and then go back to playing his game. You knew that you did something right when his jaw clenched and he took a double take.

"Why are you dressed all whorish like that?"

"Whorish?! Really, Baji??"

You were decked out like a pink princess, as per usual. Your face was beat, your hair was running down your back, and your accessories were stacked. He wasn't looking at any of that though. The only thing he saw was your abomination that you were probably gonna call a skirt.

This torn ass piece of fabric failed to cover your ass the way you tried to play as. It was too pink, and it stopped far above your mid-thigh. Not to help, there was an intentional slit on the right side that could have your whole pussy fly out if the wind blew too hard.

How did he even let you buy this? He wished a security alarm would blast everytime you brought something like this into the house.

"Do you even have panties on?"

"Yeah. I'm wearing a thong."

You grinned as you gave him this answer, but he wasn't smiling. No enthusiasm showed in his expression when he told you, "Come over here."

You knew he was serious when you saw that he didn't even pause his game, all of the NPCs on screen running around his character and passing him up. But the only movement you showed is when your smile fell, nothing going on in your legs besides tingles.

"You didn't fucking hear me?" He put the controller down, and then he swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting there with them spread as he pointed to the floor between his planted feet.

"Come stand right here. Don't make me tell you again."

Apprehension filled you as you walked over to where he said. His calloused hands grazed your exposed torso, but his touch was gentler than usual.

"This is how you want some dickhead to touch you when you get in that party, right?" He wrapped five fingers around the thickness of your thigh, bringing those fingers up and lifting your skirt.

Your pretty pink thong had a white crown on the fabric. "I bought this for you. How're you just gonna wear it out for everyone else to see?"

"I wouldn't do you like that, baby." You assured, running your fingers through his long black strands with the other hand on his shoulder.

Two fingers grazed your clothed cunt, and that made you feel weak in the knees. "Keisuke..."

"No, shut up. Dress up like a slut and think I'll just let it fly. Did you forget who the fuck you're dating?"

"No, baby. I just thought that- I thought it looked nice."

"Looked nice for who?" Moving the thong to the side, your plump lips were out, and you almost squeezed your thighs together at the feeling.

With a backhand smack to your thigh, you reopened them. "You want some loser that'll treat you all nice, huh?"

Just like that, he slid two fingers between your wet slit, keeping his eyes on yours. "Kei, I only want you."

"You say that, and then you pull slutty stunts like this."

You whined when he drove those two fingers into your wet hole, pumping them back and forth. "You just want more attention from me, huh mama? That's what's making you act like this?"

"Y-Yes, baby."

"Then quit trying to run and get that attention from other guys. No one could make you feel as good as I do. You know that, don't you?"

"I know, baby. Nobody else can get me this wet." You were flooding his wrist already, moaning every time his fingers would get to that fleshy spot deep inside of you.

"That's right. You're learning, my pretty girl."

He was obsessed with the low curses and calls of his name you let out as you drenched his fingers, leaving drip-drops of your juices on your clothes that had the fortune to be under your spraying cunt.

"Baji." You cooed. Your knees were bending inwards and a puddle was left on the floor between your legs.

He stood up, the movements of his fingers staying constant. You knew he wanted your eyes in line with his, so you had to crane your neck up past the sight of his muscular torso being held in his black tank to look into his honey brown eyes as he towered down on you.

"What do you have to say, baby?"

"I'm sorry, honey."

He hummed in satisfaction, bringing his lips down to your neck. "You are? I'm not convinced."

"Baji, I'm really sorry! P-Please~"

He pulled his fingers out, and then he grabbed you by your waist and flung you on the bed. You whined as you were on all fours on the mattress.

He moved the skirt from covering up your ass cheeks with ease. He placed a rough smack on your ass, and the meat jiggled like jello. "Make that shit shake, baby."

Your ass was his favorite thing about you. The tricks you could do with that gift was pure magic. He could see the thin pink line of your thong between your cheeks with every interval of you making them clap against each other.

His hard-on easily made the tent in his sweatpants larger and larger with every second of him watching the show you put on, and you shrieked when he ruthlessly sunk in.

Your brown skin reddened as he smacked your ass again, and again. Then, he leaned over you to grab his phone, and he slid to the right side of his lock screen to turn on his camera.

Grabbing you by your neck, he pulled your back closer to his chest. You saw your scrunched up face in the video he started, and the audio of it was bound to be filled with all of the juicy clapping sounds that were echoing through the room.

Your breasts flung out of the thin ass fabric you called a sweater when he pulled it down, and they were bouncing in the camera as he made you look at yourself.

"Hmm, we'll send this to your friends and tell them you're not going to that stupid party anymore, yeah?"

"Bajiiii, I'm sorry!"

"Save it. Just keep throwing that pussy on me."

MIKEY

"Mikey, you're here!"

He closed the door to his office with his back facing the room, but his eyes widened and he turned around when he heard his girlfriend's coquettish voice reach his ears.

"Y/N, what're you doing here?" You were sitting in his office chair, the size of it eating you up as you spun side to side in it.

"I just brought you some soup. I know your throat is hurting lately, and I wanted to do something nice for you."

"Oh, Y/N. That's sweet, but you know how I feel about you coming up he-"

He cut himself off when you stood up and started to walk towards him.

Mikey prides himself in two things. Number one: No one could beat his ass. Number two: He has a sexy ass girlfriend.

This sexy ass girlfriend was a ditz though. Such a sweet, fashionable ditz.

You were wearing a mesh top that your nipple piercings poked through, and your skirt could've passed as a jumbo belt. It was a fuzzy white fabric that ruched up with every swing that your hips did as you walked, and the fact that you had to pull it down as soon as you stood up said all he needed to know.

"What's wrong?" He didn't finish his previous sentence, and right now he was just staring you up and down as you stood in front of him.

"You walked through here like that?"

Mikey knew that even though he was the leader of his gang, when he's not around those idiots, they're being idiots. He didn't want their idiocy troubling you, but you didn't know any better. He knew you liked coming in here and seeing his lifestyle, even though it is dangerous as hell. It felt like a fun little field trip to you, but if he was in charge of it, he would've made sure you knew you didn't pass the dress code.

"Really, Mikey? This again?" This was definitely not the first time he's told you something about what you wear. But at least he's with you most of the time to ward off any geezers.

"No, you walked out of the house like this?" With those long legs on display. Those titties sitting pretty in that excuse of a top. Your asscheeks being visible with half of your movements. These are all things only he deserved to see. It all belonged to him.

"Why can't you just be happy to see me?"

He grabbed you by your hand and dragged you back over to his desk. You protested this abruptness as he laid you down on the table, but he could care less. That vexing look was in his eyes as he snatched your skirt off.

"Mikey, what are you doing?!"

"Stop being a brat." Your lacy panties weren't enough to stop you from feeling the cold wood of the desk on the skin of your ass. He dangled the white clothing item in front of your face. "Since you like this skirt so much, get a good look at it for the last time, 'cause I'm gonna burn it."

He threw the skirt into the abyss, and he sat down in his chair and pulled you by your thighs to his face. Ravenously, he pulled your panties to the side with his teeth and put his mouth on your pussy.

"Ah- Mikey! What if someone walks in? You know your friend Sanzu doesn't knock."

When he pulled his face away, the area around his mouth was already drenched. He slid two fingers into your hole and rubbed his thumb around that sweet bud of yours, keeping these stimulated as his raspy voice talked to you.

"I think this is what you wanted when coming in here with everything on display like this. I love you, but you don't think enough sometimes. It worries me. That's why I always wanna be around you, to protect you. You hear me?"

You mind was actually mushing because of all the stimulation on your clit, so the only thing that you heard was the question he lastly asked you. "I hear you, honey. I'm so sorry."

"If you squirt in my mouth, I'll accept your apology. Let's see if this pussy can help me with my sore throat."

SANZU

You sat atop your man's lap, him fondling your ass roughly as you grinded down on him and kissed his scarred lips. The familiar smell from his cigars was still filling the room even though he just put one out so he could have both hands on the job.

He got a notification on his phone, and he picked it up and looked at it as you went down to kissing his neck.

"Princess, Mikey says we're going out to eat after the meeting tonight. You're coming with me."

You lifted your mouth, and the glitter from your lip gloss that had transferred to his skin was still on your lips, just making a smeared mess on the bottom half of your face. "Are there gonna be any other girls there?"

"Why? You don't wanna hear us talking about the way we handle our business? You gonna get squirmish when you here about the next motherfucker we have to handle?"

"Yes. That's exactly why."

Your whine of confirmation made him chuckle. "I'll make sure the other guys bring their girls."

"Okay, I'll go pick out my outfit."

He was thinking that you could've at least let him bust one, but he let you get off of his lap and scurry off, knowing that your outfit was gonna be promiscuous enough for him to do that later.

Night came, and the bubblegum haired male stood near the front door as he waited for you. "Hurry the hell up, Y/N!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" You scurried towards him, zipping your purse up on your way.

"Sanzu, do I look fine? Is my skirt too short?"

He looked up from his phone to examine you. You wore a pink vinyl skirt that had a belt built into it, wearing a white mini cardigan that was only buttoned in the middle, a pink push up bra that matched your skirt being worn under it.

"Mmm, turn around for me." When you obliged to this and did a twirl, he cupped a handful of all of that ass you were displaying for the world.

"Sanzu!" You exclaimed.

"Nah, it's not too short, baby. It's perfect. Let's go."

hile you quietly bantered with the other two girls while you waited for those aggressive men to finish talking about their crimes, you were kind of getting cold, so you were so grateful for the warmer air that engulfed you when you all arrived at the restaurant.

It was a loud atmosphere that was filled with music and people laughing. You and the girls sat at the bar while the guys bantered and drunk beer at their large table.

"Hey, Sanzu, which one of the ladies over there is yours again?" A guy who was already pretty intoxicated asked.

Taking a short glance over to where you sat at the bar as he sipped from his beer, he looked back and answered with, "Mine's the slut."

They all knew who he was talking about even though it wasn't direct. "Aw, man! That's what I thought! Her skimpy little outfit matches your hair!"

"Hey, ladies!" A different guy called to you three from across the restaurant. You turned to look towards the table. "Come over here and be with your guys! Don't be strangers!"

You girls got off the barstools and came over to the table. "Everything alright, baby?" Your soft voice asked Sanzu as you stood by his chair.

"Yeah, I just might have to gouge someone's eyes out though, since these no-goods just wanted to see all this fat ass that belongs to me move when you walked over." He gripped your asscheek and jiggled it in his hand for all of them to see, exciting an ovation from the guys.

Then, you sat down in his lap for the rest of the night as he chatted, sitting pretty right there until you guys left at the end of the night.

In the car ride, you didn't make a sound. Only noise filling the car was the music played as he rubbed your thigh.

He kissed on your neck and watched it in the full body mirror, his hands cupping and squeezing your ass. You were more still than usual, keeping your hands steady on his chest as he played with you.

"What's wrong, baby? You're quiet."

You loved when Sanzu showed that he cared, but you were hesitant with your answer. "I didn't... I didn't like how I was treated earlier."

He lifted his face up from the space between your jaw and shoulder to look into your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"The way you grabbed my ass in front of all of your guys. It made me feel like I was a piece of meat or something."

His look of sincerity transformed into a vexed one. "If you don't wanna be treated like a slut, don't walk out the house with all your assmeat hanging out."

You jaw dropped, and he saw that familiar look of a sad puppy's in your eyes. "You said I looked good!"

"You do look good, and that's why I wanted to show you off. Because I know you were looking good for me, and only me. What's the harm in showing my buds that all this ass is mine? What the hell do you want from me?"

That's when the tears started rolling. "N-Nevermind. Act like I didn't say anything."

"No, don't do that. Don't cry." He was mean as hell, but he didn't like seeing his pretty girl upset. So he wiped your tears with those firm hands of his, even while they kept falling.

"You'd rather me worship this ass of yours in private, princess? I just wanna show you off to the world. Is that so bad?"

"It's not bad. I'm sorry, Sanzu."

"No, I'm sorry for making you sad, baby." He got down on his knees, and used a grip on your waist to turn you around and face the mirror.

He lifted the skirt up and the only thing occupying your ass now was the thong wedged between your cheeks. Kisses and squeezes were placed all over your ass, and then he pulled the black strap of the thong to the side and dove in.

"Fuck, Sanzu—" His other hand was at your front, and he was pumping two fingers in and out of you, making a creamy mess for him to lick up.

He was a proud munch. Anything to make his girl happy. He loved eating your ass up, humming and moaning at the delicious taste while he ran his tongue up, down, and all around your asshole. Your asscheeks were squeezing him in, and that just made the bulge in his suit pants that much larger and strained.

"Who's this ass for, baby?"

"It's yours, Sanzu. I'm sorry, baby. I'm okay with you showing me off."

"That's right. You're my work of art. Now I want my masterpiece to keep grinding and cumming on my tongue, alright?"

MITSUYA

Your boyfriend's always so busy. You know he still loves you, but he doesn't often have the time to show it. But when he does, he spoils you.

He started the day off with surprising you at your apartment. Even though you had just woken up to the sound of his knocks on the door, you opened it for him in your bonnet and eye boogers.

All the energy entered your body though when you saw him with a stuffed animal he made for you and a bag of groceries that he just bought, prepared to make you some breakfast.

After downing the omelet and french toast he treated you with, you got ready for a trip to the mall that he decided to take you to. A few scents were bought, a few candles, a few crystals. Now it was time for clothes.

You had him holding a large amount of clothes that you picked out. Seeing each other in person couldn't compare to anything else. You two had spent all day chatting and bantering as if you haven't texted everyday.

That's why he just decided to come into the dressing room with you when you were trying on clothes, sitting on the bench and handing you the items when you needed them, helping you with zippers as well.

"Those jeans make you look thick as hell, honey." He grabbed your ass and shook it for you to watch in the mirror, and you exclaimed in shock as you swatted him away.

"This dress is so sexy. You're wearing it for dinner tonight. I can't wait to take it off of you."

"Taka, calm all that dick energy down." Usually Mitsuya isn't this vocal with horny compliments. Everybody else sees him as the kind, thoughtful, and respectful man he is. You're the only one who gets to see this freaky side.

"Oh, I don't remember grabbing this." You picked up a baby blue pleated skirt. You had an alternative style, and you liked showing skin, but this skirt's length pushed your limit.

"Really? How'd that get there then? Crazy."

Mitsuya scratched his nape and chuckled, and you glanced over to him with confusion that was more genuine than the confusion he was trying to put on.

"You should totally try it on though. The color's cute."

You thought, why not? It was worth a shot. And if you didn't like it, nobody would see it but you and your man.

When you got it on, you looked at yourself in the mirror with uncertainty. With the slightest movement of you bending down, the pink lace of your panties would be seen. "Taka, this is so revealing."

He stood up with his hands in his pockets, watching as you turned around and looked at the skirt's effect on your ass in the mirror. "I think it makes you look cute."

"How so? Because I look like a slut?"

"Exactly."

Your mouth fell open. "Takashi, if you're feeling frisky, this is not the place."

"Why not? I just missed touching and loving on my girlfriend. Why should I have shame about that?"

You didn't say anything, just watching as he walked closer to you. "Bend over a little more for me, honey."

You slowly did what he said, all the baby pink mesh that covered your ass being reflected in the mirror. He rubbed your soft brown ass in circles, and then he unbuckled his belt.

You felt his long wood bounce off of your ass, and you whimpered when he grabbed you by your hips and pulled your ass against his exposed groin. You watched in the mirror as he slid his dick under your panties, the wetness from his tip's precum dampening a spot on the clothing.

He moaned in satisfaction to the feeling of your asscheeks on his length. "Taka, what if someone hears?"

"I could care less." He pulled his dick out from under your panties, and then he pulled the fabric down your legs and let you step out of them. After the garment was left there on the floor, he grabbed you by the side of your neck and pulled you closer to him by the side of your neck. That's when he sunk in, and he watched your parted lips release that cry when his dick started to hit your g-spot over and over again.

"What if someone hears, Y/N? You want someone to see me fucking this pussy?" He whispered in your ear, kissing the skin under it.

"Shiiitttt." It rarely occurred, but you loved when he got all naughty like this. You missed him just as much as he missed you, but you wanted to show him that at night. It seems that he couldn't wait, though.

"I love this pussy, baby. I love you." He rambled as he placed sloppy kisses all up and down your jaw and neck.

"I love you too, Taka. I needed you so bad." Those strokes of his made your eyes tear up, but you still watched everything he did in the mirror. His larger body engulfing yours, filling you up. Your dripping heat spilled your mess all down your legs and his. The idea of someone seeing just made it all the more arousing.

He was getting more breathy, and the pumps of his dick were chasing a higher high. His eyes shut, and the hold he had on your breast was getting tighter and tighter. "I'm close."

"Cum inside, baby. I need all of it."

Your hand was on the back of his purple hair, holding him close as you felt his throbbing dick leave his whole load buried deep inside of you. When he pulled out, the concoction of your cream and his nut spilled out of you and made a mess on his cock.

He leaned over to the bench and picked up something else. You saw that it was a dark purple lingerie set. "Oh my gosh, when did you pick that up??"

"Next, I'ma need a nut out of you in this."

CHIFUYU

"Baby, I'm home!"

You heard him, but you didn't respond as you laid curled up on your side on the bed in the dark bedroom. Light invaded this darkness when he walked in and flipped the light switch though. "Princess, are you still mad at me?"

Still no words from you with your back turned towards him. "I know you're not asleep. Don't even try to play that."

No response. You stayed in that position until he made you move. He did this by grabbing the waistband of your shorts and panties and start to bring them down. "Fuyu, what are you doing?"

You sat up and tried to kick him away, your pussy and ass now being bare atop the comforter. "I bought you something nice while I was out. I know you said we don't spend as much time as you want together, so I got something I thought would be fun."

It was a struggle, but he successfully got you out of your bottoms and threw them on the floor. "It's gonna require you changing into it though."

"Fuyu, you're such an idiot!" You slapped his arm, and he winced as he rubbed it.

"Ouch! Sorry that I'm trying to save this relationship! I don't even get why you're so mad at me!" He grabbed the bottom hem of your oversized shirt and pulled you out of it. He was able to see your titties springing out as he threw the shirt that was originally his to the side.

You folded your arms across your chest, hiding your breasts from him, "I already told you why I'm mad! You planned a hangout during the day we were supposed to hangout, Fuyu!"

"It was just Michi and the guys! I was only out for like 3 hours! I'm back now! Can't you be happy about that?"

"No! It's been so long since we had a day together and that's what you do? We were supposed to be doing nothing all day! I just wanted to do nothing with you, Fuyu! Why can't you understand that? God, I hate you!"

You were tearing up as you talked to him, but you turned on your side and laid back down once you finished yelling.

He didn't wanna see his baby upset. Now he felt like an idiot for not thinking about where you were coming from. The smooth skin of his palm rubbed your thigh, "Don't lie, baby. That's mean. Can you try this on for the guy you hate so much?"

He passed you a bag, and you looked in it, but then laid back down. "Please, mommy." He opened your legs and nuzzled his face in your fuzzy glory, and all you saw was his big sea-green eyes pleading up at you when he placed kisses all on your pussy lips and clit.

"Move." You grabbed him by his hair and moved him from in between your legs, picking the bag up and walking to the bathroom.

It took you a while to get into the outfit. He was left on the bed for over half an hour, watching TV as he waited, but the wait was completely worth it. When you walked out of the bathroom, you were wearing the preppy blue plaid skirt and the white crop rib-knit sweater he bought for you. Your long legs were on display, and if you were to make the slightest of a movement, he would see your fat pussy out in the open.

You got all dolled up for him, beating your face and putting your glasses on to go with the character. Your black hair was in a messy ponytail, and you twirled the strand that you had out in the front around your finger as you stood there nervously. "Fuyu, you got this skirt a little bit too short."

He sat up to look at you, and his boner was increasing by the second. He knew he was annoying. That's how his relationship with you works. But you could act like you hated him all you wanted, but you really loved him. If you didn't, you wouldn't have put these clothes on for him. "Nah, it's perfect, princess. Come over here for me."

Your thighs slid past each other as you walked over. You stood there with your hands behind your back, looking at him while he looked at you. He was pulling himself out of his sweatpants, "Hit a 180."

You turned around as he told you, and his next instruction was, "Make all that move for me, pretty."

You swung your hair over your shoulder, leaning down with your hands on your knees. He didn't know how you could do magic like this, but he knew he loved to watch the show. With his dick in his hand, he got off to the little effort you needed to use to make that fat ass ripple and clap for him.

Then he stood up and got behind you, his hands on your waist with his dick against your ass. "Keep going, baby. I wanna feel you."

With your fingers on your toes, you kept shaking it for him, the feeling of his cock between your cheeks making you want more, and he heard your eagerness with the moans you were trying to keep in. "Is this idiot who you hate so much making you feel good?"

"Yes, love. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." He slid inside your wet folds, and you squealed to the sensation, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I love you baby. I love being around you. I love fucking you. I love feeling you. I need more of you."

He starts rambling as soon as he gets inside, but you liked it. He was a horny idiot, but he was your horny idiot. "I love you too, honey. Take it. It's all yours."

Pump after pump led to him jutting his hips like a mad man into you and moaning and whimpering while your soaked pussy leaked on the carpet. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" He repeated, neediness in his tone as he dug his fingers into your sides.

You and him both let out synchronized moans as he filled you up, continuously pumping his hips into that hole until he let it all out.

His dick sprung out of you when he pulled out, and then he backed up and sat down on the bed, his chest heaving as he took his shirt off. You backed up on him, aligning his cock with your hole and getting ready to sit on it despite his protests.

"Y/N, please! Give me a second!"

"I need to fuck it, baby." That was your last warning before dropping that ass down on him mercilessly.

"Shit!"

DRAKEN

"Y/N, if you keep changing what you wanna wear, you're gonna be late to your friend's birthday dinner."

"She'll understand!" You answered as you looked through your clothing rack in the closet. Too many problems! If you wore this dress — the fourth variation of this outfit so far — you would be outshowing your homegirl on her birthday! You just had to find something else.

"Fuck it. I'll be on the couch."

He left the room and went downstairs, and Draken doesn't usually lose his patience with you, so this act just made you wanna rush even more.

15 minutes passed, and then he heard you running down the stairs. "Y/N, did you dress for rain? It's gonna start coming down later." Your boyfriend stated as he scrolled through his phone in the dark living room. Illumination led into the area from the foyer's chandelier.

You didn't care about the weather. All you cared about right now was if you looked good. You looked at yourself in this mirror in the foyer, but you just couldn't get with it. You put your purse on the console table and ran back upstairs. "Where are you going? You look fine!"

"My skirt stops at an awkward length! This is the last change, I promise!"

He huffed in displeasure and rubbed his temples. Five minutes later, you were making your way back downstairs. "Okay, I'm ready baby! Do you like it?"

You did a Tinkerbell twirl, and when you finished the 360, you expected for him to cheer you on, but when you saw his face, you could tell that his temper arisen. You were confused. You expected him to cool off once you got finished getting ready. "What's wrong? Do you not like the outfit? I put so much work in it though."

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you leave the house like this."

Offense took over your visage as he stood up and walked over to you. "Draken, seriously?!"

He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, and all you could see was his legs and the stairs as he ascended them while you protested, feeling the cool air touching your ass.

He put you down in the bedroom. "Change."

"Draken, no! Quit it!" You pushed his chest but he didn't budge in the slightest.

"I'm being nice. Put what you had on earlier back on."

"Why should I listen to you? Shit, you always wanna control something!" Darkness plagued his eyes, but you tried not to show that his stature scared you.

He didn't say anything, his nostrils flaring with the breath he took. He picked you up and threw you on the bed, making you yell out as he folded you over the side of the bed. His large hand met your ass in a smack. "Drakeeeeen, quit it!"

"Your friends are gonna be wondering why we'll be late."

"Then just let me go!" He had his hand on your lower back, keeping you pressed down on the mattress. Pulling your panties to the side with quickness, he dove his fingers into your soaked cunt.

"Baby, please!"

"You only seem to understand me when you're cumming. I told you I don't want you wearing this skimpy ass skirt, got it?"

You only let out moans, not a confirmation as you gripped the comforter, rocking back onto his hand. "Did you hear me?" His deep voice asked, leaning down to be eye to eye with you.

You turned to face the other day, "You're so mean, Ken."

"I don't give a fuck if I'm mean. You know what you're dating, and I don't play this shit."

Tears clouded your vision when you turned to look at him again, the sounds of your wet pussy meshing with the noise from the raindrops outside. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am."

"You are? Really?"

"I aaammm! I'll put the other skirt back on."

"That's a good girl. Show me you really mean it and cum on my fingers a few times, yeah?"

You complied to everything he told you to do, from changing your outfit to cumming on his fingers 3 times.

Draken was so sweet to you. Even after breaking you in, he held the umbrella for you as you two walked to the car under the rain. You were starting to feel bad as you sat in the passenger seat, the music playing lowly on the speakers as he drove with one palm on the wheel.

He heard a click come from your seat as he stopped at a red light. "Why are you unbuckling your seatbelt? Put it back on. You know people like to brake-check coupes like this one."

"I'm sorry Draken." You were reaching over the center console, and as he asked, "What are you doing?" You stopped him with a soft kiss on his lips.

"I've been a bad girlfriend. You're so good to me. I'm sorry for acting the way I do." You had genuine despondence in your voice while you unbuckled his belt.

"Wh-- Y/N, no. Not now."

He knew you were still a brat no matter what. That no didn't mean anything to you. You still took his cock out of his briefs, looking him in his eyes as you licked your hand, and for him to be so against it, he was actively hardening as you stroked it.

You heard him breathe out a groan when his tip entered the warm nook of your mouth. The change in pigment of the traffic light spread a sheet of green illumination over his face. A wet pop was heard when you lifted your mouth off of him, "Green means go, baby."

"God." For once, other cars were passing Draken up and he was obeying every traffic law as you throated him. He had to focus on making you tap out from thinking you could take his heavy dick down your throat like this.

He had your hair in his hold, and he knew that if you could talk, you would say, "Baby, not the closure!" But he didn't care. Tears were welling in your eyes as he helped your head go up and down on his length.

His dick was curving and tunneling deep into your mouth, hitting your uvula and making you whimper as he let out deep moans. He was holding you so steady as you took him, and your mouth just felt so full as he started pulsating in your mouth at a red light. This gave him the window to hold you with both hands as he jutted his hips up once as his pearly white nut flooded your mouth.

When you lifted up, a little bit of his cum spilled onto your lips, making itself your second layer of lip gloss. He ran his hand through your hair as he looked into your eyes, "You really wanna show me you're sorry? Swallow it all."

Your doe, tear-filled eyes looked up into his as you gulped, and then you put your tongue out, showing him that you cleaned your plate.

He grinned, "Now get back in your seat. Put on your seatbelt before you fly into the windshield."

When you got to the restaurant, it was okay that you two were a little bit behind schedule, because your homegirl was so happy and sweet on her birthday.

"There go Y/N! Thank you guys for coming!" A full hug was given to you while a side hug was given to Draken.

"Anything for you, girl. Here's your gift." You handed her the gift bag that had a nice necklace inside.

She looked you up and down with flattery, "This fit is cute! Wait, you know that one white denim skirt that you picked up when we went shopping a while back? Sis, that would've tied this up perfectly."

Your eyes widened and glanced over to Draken, and his tongue was poking through his cheek as he looked back at you. "Draken actually wasn't too fond of that one."

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best friends sister // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request.

Alessia Russo.

Y/n Toone.

Two people.

One mutual contact.

Best friend - sister.

One common rule in the world: never date your best friends little sister.

And: never date your sisters best friend.

Simple? You might think.

Alessia Russo fell in love with you ages ago.

You fell in love with Alessia Russo years ago.

"Hi" shy Lessi smiled as you opened the door, "you look nic-" as the blonde was about compliment you, her chaotic best friend stumbled down the stairs. "Less! Hi, i‘m ready to go" the young girl said before she grabbed her purse, "we‘re out shopping" your sister told you as she pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, "ew" your hand wiped away the spit of Ella as she grinned cheekily, linking her arm with Lessi. How i wish that i could kiss her, Alessia daydreamed, red colour covering her cheeks. When Ella pulled her out your shared flat, the italian turned around one last time to look at you, smiling shyly as you waved a good bye.

"why does she have to be so beautiful?" you muttered under your breath, closing the door. Your hand still rested on the door knob, your head falling against the wooden material with a quiet thud.

Movie night.

Sitting on the couch with popcorn on your lap, you had a brunette, known as annoying big sister, on your left and you had a blonde, known as a lovely girl, on your right.

20 minutes into the third movie of Pitch Perfect, you heard loud breathing next to you - Ella in dreamland. She could never go through a movie marathon without falling asleep.

As you went to grab more popcorn, too occupied by the movie to notice another hand in the bowl, you shrieked lightly when you felt something warm touch your hand. Ella stirred a little yet didn‘t wake up, drool running further down her chin. "Sorry" you mumbled, cheeks flushing red. "No, i‘m sorry, i wasn‘t looking. Please" Alessia pulled her hand out of the bowl, signing to you that you should take popcorn first. Smiling at her you grabbed a hand full, the blonde going back in as it was her turn now. The two of you fell in a quiet conversation about the movie and the characters as you still watched it. At some point, you rested your head against Alessias shoulder, her body tensed as she got flustered mess, heart racing, skin on fire. She didn‘t know what came over her - where the confidence came from but when she saw your hand resting openly on the blanket she interwined your hands. Nobody dared to say a word or let their eyes leave the tv, your cheeks covered in a blush, lopsided smiles plastered on your face as you simply enjoyed the moment.

Who knows If it‘ll ever come again?

The two best friends were in the living room of your apartment as they sat comfortable on the couch, each of them a glass of wine in their hand as you walked down the stairs all dressed up. Alessias breath hitched as she saw you, you look absolutely stunning. Out of reflex, she stood up, eyes wandering over your body, dotting around your curves until the blue orbs stopped at your face. "Wow" she said star struck, she couldn‘t believe the sight she had in front of her, "where are ya goin‘?" the older Toone asked as she eyed you skeptically, "i‘ve got a date" you stated while looking directly at Alessia. Her whole face fell at the word 'date', feeling as she was punched in the gut. The wine glass slipped out of her hand, shattering on the floor, her eyes not leaving yours. "D-date?" it took everything in her not to cry, she felt so hurt.

"Clumsy girl!" Ella laughed, herself standing up to get a broom to sweep up the broken pieces. She didn‘t realize what was happening in front of her eyes - her best friend just got her heart broken.

You left without looking back.

You didn‘t mean to hurt her in any kind of way - she looked sad when you left but why?

"Hello?" you answered the phone in the middle of the night.

"My pretty lady, hi" a sweet voice said - the voice you knew so well, the voice that followed you into your dreams. "Lessi?" you asked anyways, your brain not in its full function that early. "No it‘s Alessia Russo, Tooneys best friend" she clarified giggling. "I know who you are- why are you calling me" you looked at your alarm before you continued "at 2am?" she sighed theatrically, "just wanted to hear your sexy morning voice, i guess"

"Lessi are you drunk?"

"Absolutely! HA!" she laughed, jumping up and down at the location she was at.

"Where are you?"

"Hmmm, not gonna tell you"

"Alessia!" your voice got louder and stern. You didn‘t want her to get lost while she was drunk. She was already clumsy sober you didn‘t want to find out what happens If you let her wander around alone and drunk.

"Baby, one day you‘re screaming that"

ignoring her coment, you searched for an app on your phone. Your sister was heavingly annoying but right now you were more than thankful that she had installed a tracking app in case of an emergency - Lessi’s location included. Within minutes you were out of the house, sitting in your car as you drove to the destination.

As you saw the blonde happily jumping around near a club, your heart felt relief - she seemed to be fine. "Less" you said, stepping out of your car, walking towards her.

She threw herself on you, arms flying around your body as she contently greeted you, "looking absolute gorgeous, babygirl"

"What‘re you doing here?!"

"drinking and dancing!" she held her cup with some liquid in the air as she cheered. "Oh my- Lessi" your arm went around her waist as she stumbled over her own feet- not clear If it was the alcohol or her clumsiness.

Finally, buckled in the car seat, you took a seat behind the steering wheel. The radio was playing as you drove home, Ella at Joe‘s. The italian in no condition to be left alone. The whole way she brabbled about something as you occasionally answered with a humm.

At home, you gave her some of your clothes, helping her change.

Something was on her mind as she walked around the kitchen island with a deep frown on her face after she drank the glass of water which you had handed her. "Ya alright?" you asked, blocking her way. She marched over to the living room, standing at the exact same spot, she had stood once before - not enjoying it at all. "You had a date" she stated, "you had a fucking date!" her mood taking a turn, "you had a fucking date and I wasn‘t invited"

Utterly confused you asked, "What?"

"Why didn‘t you ask me?"

"On a date?"

"Yes" her face held the same sadness it had a few days ago when you saw her that night, "my heart shattered in more pieces than that stupid wine glass" she admitted, a single tear slipping out of her eyes.

"Alessia, what‘re you-"

"Stop talking!" with quick steps she was in front of you, walking you back in the kitchen as she trapped your body between her own and the kitchen island, her arms on either side of it, "i want you to be mine" she mumbled against your lips, an inch away, the smell alcohol hitting your nostrils. "I don‘t want you going out on dates, i don‘t want to know that someone else is making you blush - it has to be me! You have to be mine, please"

"Lessi, you‘re drunk, you won‘t remember any of this in the morning" you told her, breaking your own heart. The day finally came where she reciprocated your feelings and admitted it and know you had to tell her that it were drunk slurs.

"This isn‘t the alcohol!" her voice grew loud, "fucking hell"

You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you kind of soaked in the moment, "tell me in the morning and i‘m yours" you whispered, still with your eyes shut.

"Fine, i will" with an ease she picked you up and carried you to your bed, maybe she wasn‘t as clumsy as she was when she was sober. You were about to say something before she put her finger to your lips, shushing you, "don‘t say anything, baby, you’re sleeping in my arms - end of discussion"

Flopping on the free side of the bed, the striker made herself comfortable before she pulled you into her hold. It was new for both of you yet so familiar.

The two of you fell asleep within seconds, sleeping better than ever.

You were the first one up, strong arms wrapped around your body and gentle breaths hitting the nape of your neck. Turning in her hold, you took the chance to admire her, she looked so cute. It wasn‘t a rare sight for you per se, she‘s at your home all the time but something about her laying in your bed, holding you tight made it much more special.

You had to break the moment, though. If she really wants you, she would know without the clue of you being in her arms. You wanted to know: were it just slurs?

Slowly, you entangled your body, the blonde grumbling as nothing was in her arms yet still sleeping. you made your way down to the kitchen, starting to make breakfast as music was softly playing in the background. In your own mind, you didn‘t hear her come down the stairs, messy hair, cheeks puffed from last night. Her head hurt like shit, "mornin‘" she greeted, taking a seat on the stool. Wordlessly, you placed a glass of water in front of her, pills next to it.

"Thank you"

You hoped she would say something, say something about last night, about what she admitted.

In the meantime, she played with her glass, counting the left over water droplets, "you know," she started, the empty glass on the counter, "i still want you to be mine"

Your movements stopped, everything just stopped.

"I‘m sorry for last night but not for what i said, i remember everything and if my mind isn‘t playing some games, you‘re mine now" she walked around the island, confidence radiating from her body. Like last night, her arms wrapped around your smaller frame with her forehead resting against your own, "say yes, please. I can‘t stand a day with the knowledge you‘re going out with other people"

Your heart fluttered at her gentle touch, skin burning, "yes"

Ella didn‘t know a thing about the two of you, her best friend and little sister - girlfriends.

The last few months had been the happiest of your life, Alessia was an angel, treated you like a royalty, kissed you like you were her forever.

"Baby," the striker looped her arms around your waist from behind as she pressed soft kisses to the side of her neck, "looking stunning as always"

"Lessi" you giggled, interwining your hands as you swayed around, "my pretty girl, amore, the prettiest"

Both of you heard the door open way to late as a loud Ella Toone barged in, "Hi!" she yelled, you jumped away from Alessia, her hands leaving your body as she turned around to the cupboard, "oh hi Less" the Mancunian smiled, not seeing the interaction Alessia had with her little sister, "what‘re you doing here?" she asked instead

"Came to suprise you!" the italian lied, out of the matter of fact, the thing you had was something new and private, nobody knew. And to be honest, neither of you knew how Ella would react. Would she support you? Would she be angry?

"Oi! What‘s that?" Ella asked as the three of you sat like so often on the couch, her thumb flew to your neck, rubbing over the reddish mark. Lessi‘s hickey. Your hand swatted Tooney‘s away, holding your neck as a slight hiss left your throat. Alessia chocked on air - she got carried away last night when you visited her, "burnt myself with the curling iron" you stuttered, trying to cover your flustered and caught self.

"Are ya turning into clumsy-Lessi?" she laughed, smacking your thigh, amused by her own joke.

Thankfully, Ella didn‘t realize that there were no curls in your hair.

"What are you wearing?" your sister asked her best friend as they sat in the coffee shop.

Confused, the striker looked down at herself, "a hoodie?"

"From whom?"

Just now, Alessia realized it wasn‘t her own - yours. It was the first thing she saw this morning and in her groggy morning state she didn‘t recognized that it was yours. "Looks likes Y/ns" the midfielder added to her question as she took a sip.

"Uh! It‘s not yours?"

"No?"

"Oh shit. The other day when i waited for you, i grabbed it 'cause it looked so cozy, didn‘t know it was hers" she rambled.

"Nah, no worries. We‘re family"

Alessia gulped, oh gosh, how is she ever gonna tell her best friend that she’s in love let alone in a relationship with her little sister?

It went on like this for half a year, Ella didn‘t know a thing. Both of you felt bad lying to her but on the other side you didn‘t know what to do.

Alessia loved you.

You loved Alessia.

And the two of you cared so much about Ella and her opinion. So every day that passed, the harder it got for you, the more your heart broke.

"Lessi, i don‘t want to her find out about us, i wanna tell her and everyone" you mumbled in her chest. "I know, baby, me too" she kissed your forehead with so much love as she held you close, "I promise we will tell her soon"

"Oh Less, hi? tooney asked as she opened the door.

"Can I come in?" the blonde asked, fists balling as she tried to stay calm.

"Sure! Ya don‘t have to ask"

In a firm voice, she told her bestie, "We need to talk about something" Ellas face growing pale, the striker never one to be this serious, "yeah sure, let‘s take a seat" she signaled to the couch, yet Alessia didn‘t move, "is your sister here?" ske asked instead.

"Yeah, she’s in her room. What is going on?"

"Y/n!" Alessia shouted so you would come down. She didn‘t talk to you about what she was about to do, what she was going to admit but she didn‘t want to lie to her best friend another day and she didn‘t want to hide her feelings for you either.

As you patted down the stairs, you saw your girlfriend with a determined expression on her face and a confused sister sitting on the couch. "Hi" you greeted. Nonetheless that she had a clenched jaw, she grabbed your hand in a gentle manner, pulling you in front of the couch where Ella was sitting.

"I‘m dating your sister" the italian stated firmly. As Ella was about to say something, she cut her off, "before you say something: i love her. And i know sisters are a no-go but i couldn‘t help myself." her voice grew shaky at the so thought end, "please don‘t hate me" she whispered as she looked at Ella who had an unreadable expression on her face. Shamefully, you looked to the ground, squeezing Lessi’s hand: you‘re with her.

Ella didn‘t say anything - she needed to gather her thoughts. After 5 minutes, you were a nervous mess, the same as your girlfriend, "Ella, we‘re so sorry. It- it just happened" you explained, trying to save the situation.

Like a robot, the young lioness stood up from the couch, both of you inhaling sharply, "I‘m so happy!" she exclaimed, arms swinging over your bodies, pulling you in a bear hug. You didn't expect that reaction but were more than happy with it, "that‘s so cool! My little sister and best friend! Less, you’re gonna be my sister-in-law"

Sighing in relief, you felt at peace, all the nerves washing off your body, "You’re not mad?" Less asked to be sure.

"Nah! i love this"

And she meant it when she said it, maybe she didn‘t know about it from very first day and as obvious as she can be, Ella saw your and Alessias mood change over the last few moths, both of you seemed much more happy and at peace. Even If she couldn‘t connect the dots, she was now your biggest supporter.

She sailed the ship Russo-MiniToone.

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N. Hischier - Wishing For Angels

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning(s): little bit steamy, but also really not. Just pure fluff with Nico!

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“Hey Oatie.” I bent over to pet the orange and white long haired cat. My joints ached, and my body was tired, but at least I was home. I hated night shifts. Nothing was longer than an evening at work waiting for the hours to pass by so one could close and drive home. Praying that I won’t hit an animal. Or god forbid another car. It had been pouring outside, the thunder cracking in the sky above. The moisture was exactly what New Jersey needed, after collecting so much smoke from the wildfires up north.

My mind wandered to Nico. The cat came to see me. I had to assume my boyfriend was asleep. I felt Oatie weave between my legs, chuckling softly at his purring. The whole reason Nico wanted him was because he sounded like a tiny motorbike engine when he purred. So loud.

“Oats?” I jumped at the sound of my lover’s voice, looking up from the cat to spot Nico peeking through the kitchen doorway. He certainly looked like he’d been asleep.

“Evening.” I spoke just above a whisper. Nico flashed me a smile. We crossed the floor to see each other, arms sliding around one another’s bodies, lips colliding. Oatie followed, snaking between our legs and crying for attention.

“Get lost.” Nico mumbled between passionate kisses, stepping away from the cat. I laughed quietly when Nico pulled me with him, though my voice was silenced when he pressed me into the wall. It wasn’t rough or needy. It was passionate and gentle. Delicate in a way that only Nico could be.

“Poor Oatie.” I broke from the kiss as I spoke, watching Nico’s lips purse.

“He’s fine. We cuddled all night.”

“You boys are always jealous of each other.”

“And?”

“Maybe he wants some time with me.” I tried to slip past Nico ducking beneath his arm, but the moment I got around him, he spun around and wrapped his arms around my back.

“You’ve been gone all day.” His body fell back into the wall, tugging me along as I leaned into his chest.

“That’s what Oatie says too.” I reasoned playfully, earning an unamused squeeze from Nico.

“The cat is fine.” Nico argued, dipping his head into my neck to press a few quick kisses there. I leaned my head against his shoulder opposite of the one of my own his neck rested on.

“You may have a compelling argument, Hisch.”

“Finally.” Nico groaned, leaning forward and steadying my body. He reached for my hand and turned for the bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna lock him out of the bedroom.” I moaned in agony for our poor cat. Nico looked back at me with wide eyes. He simply couldn’t win.

“Please.” He insisted, tugging me along, and I followed to spare his mind some ease.

Nico was known to be cuddly and needy when we had time alone. Part of that youngest child in him craved the attention and love. One would think he didn’t get enough of it in his youth, but stereotypes did not apply to the Hischier siblings. They had all been loved equally. Though Nico did like to tease the two others that he was the favorite. And if the saying, ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’ was true, then Nico being in America certainly made his mother the most joyous when he visited home.

I was led into the darkness of our bedroom, lit by a tall lamp in the corner. Nico had already laid out a pair of pajamas for me.

We had been known to sleep practically naked together. Something about the skin contact always felt most comfortable to us, but there were cold nights, like these, when we both wanted to hunker down in our matching plaid pants and cuddle up beneath a mountain of blankets.

And since we didn’t get many of these cold summer nights often, I knew Nico was itching for one. Judging both by the fact that he already had his set of matching pj’s on, and the fact that I could hear the familiar script to one of my favorite Christmas In July Hallmark movies playing on the tv.

Nico released my hand only to disappear from my side. I heard the door shut, and a very displeased meow from the outside of our room.

“Nico,” I scolded, beginning to turn to look at him, only to be stopped in my tracks by his swooping figure. He wrapped a red blanket around my shoulders, pulling me back into his body. My own ached for rest. I craved it even more so knowing that it would be coming soon, as opposed to the hours before when I had been at my desk, able to distract myself with work.

Oatie meowed once again.

“Nico, he’s gonna cry all night.” I opened my previously closed eyes, a sigh heaving from my chest. Nico did not release the grip he had on my hips.

“Just ignore him,” his smooth voice suggested in a pathetic but nonetheless sultry whine.

“How?” I closed my eyes again.

“We’ll just turn the movie up.” With that simple sentence, we went waddling across the floor. Myself too tired to leave his grasp, and himself too satisfied to release me. When we got to his nightstand, Nico unwrapped an arm from my waist to grab the tv remote, making quick work of increasing the volume. Not too disturbing, but loud enough to hopefully get the message across to our poor feline friend.

I hummed happily at the background soundtrack that played from the movie. I watched Nico’s dark eyes trail across my face before I closed my own once again.

“I don’t even know who you are.” The words fell in a whisper from my lips, the mediocre mid-Atlantic accent causing a smirk to form on my face.

“You prayed for an Angel.” Nico repeated the male love interest’s line’s far more perfectly than anybody ever could on the silver screen. He liked to complain about Hallmark movies, but I knew deep down he enjoyed them.

“An Angel?” I opened my eyes, wide smiles painting our faces in anticipation of the next line. “Why you’re short enough to be an elf. Are you sure you’re not an elf?” Soft giggles soon followed. Nico wrapped his arms around my shoulders, still behind me, slowly turning so his back faced the bed.

“I am not.” He feigned the offense of the actor as he sat down, and I rested in his lap.

“Are too..” I kissed his hands that rested just above my chest. Nico laid back, and I laid down on top of him, my head resting just on his collar. I tilted it upwards to get as good of a look at his face as I could, while he craned his neck downwards to look at me. “How did you hear my prayer anyway? I thought my balcony was to be private.”

“I patrol that street every night, ma’am.” Nico unwrapped an arm from me to play with my hair. “And every night I stop to listen to you, because you and I wish for the same things.”

“Angels?” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with a feeling I didn’t know. We were merely reciting lines of a movie that held no meaning to us. About a soldier and a general’s daughter, falling madly in love. It had nothing to do with us, and yet it felt like maybe it did.

“To take us far away from here.” The actor -and Nico- finished the woman’s thought. “Let me be your Angel.”

“I couldn’t possibly.”

“We’ll go somewhere beautiful.” Nico whispered in my ear now.

“Not before Christmas. My family would be devastated.” The woman always listed her reasons as to why she couldn’t go. I always wished she would simply say yes from the get-go. Yet I loved to hear the man in the film list his ideas endlessly as if she didn’t continually refuse. Only now Nico went off script.

With beaches as far as the eye can see.

“With forests, and all the wild flowers you could pick.”

Where nobody knows our names.

“My mom misses us both.”

I’ll pick up a simple job.

“You deserve a vacation.”

We can be happy. Together.

“All I need is you.”

With you by my side.

“I want you to go with me.” I had closed my eyes again, wrapped in a warm blanket and in Nico’s embrace.

“To Switzerland?” I asked, yawning soon after.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’ve never been more ready.”

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