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Mingyu, to the waiter: a milkshake with two straws, please. Wonwoo: *blushes* Mingyu, putting both straws in his mouth: Watch how fucking fast I can drink this. Wonwoo: (。_。)

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Midnight Appetite

Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu 

Summary - You have found yourself in possession of an invite to the exclusive host club The Midnight Appetite. Within moments of walking into the establishment, one of the hosts sinks his claws in, staking his claim on you for the night. It isn’t long, though, before he adds another to your table. This isn’t how you thought your night would go. 

Genre - Smut / Host Club AU

Warnings - Smut, a tiny bit of member x member action, slight degradation, name calling, flirting, baiting, virginal fingering, teasing, nipple play, just all the things lol 

Word Count - 5k 

Tag List - @dontflailmenow​ @trashlord-007​ ~ Hope you like it! <3

   Craning your neck you stare up at the skyscraper in awe, the majestic glow of soft blue rays coming from the moon shimmering across glass in a playful dance. It’s bigger than you were expecting.

   A man in an immaculate suit adorned with a flat hat opens the door for you and ushers you inside. The interior doesn’t dull in comparison; white lights illuminate modern art and marble floors, with citrus scents guiding the way towards the reception desk.

   Flashing the platinum card you had been gifted, the receptionist shoots up from her seat, running around to the front of the desk to escort you back towards the elevators. She continues past four giant steel doors in the main lobby until the building forks. She lets you know she can’t go any further before pointing down the long empty corridor, white walls and bright lights leading the way.

   Continuing on by yourself down the lengthy hallway, the lights start to dilute with each step until you reach the end of the corridor where they dull to a practically nonexistent orange hum. There’s a single red button between two elevator doors; you push it and wait.

   The lift pings and the first set of doors open. The light inside is blue and reflects off the glass of the elevator walls, the full view of the park behind the skyscraper before you. The elevator is right on the edge of the building.

   “Good evening. Can you please hold up your card and ID?” A voice asks from above causing you to jerk back in alarm. Grabbing your lavender Michael Kors handbag from your side, you flick through your items until you clutch your purse. Finding the familiar card, you hold it and the platinum card up above your head. “Thank you and welcome to Midnight Appetite. Enjoy your ride. We’ll be waiting eagerly with bated breath.”

   Scoffing, you run a hand through your hair and look out the wide windows in an attempt to ignore the heat spreading across your cheeks. Sensual spa music plays from the speakers, loud enough to be heard but soft enough to allow for conversation as the lift starts to ascend.

   The blue light tinted the outside world in a serene melancholy and the busy streets become a distant blur the further you rise. The city lights flicker silently, sinking into the darkness surrounding the buildings they hide within.

   There’s a chair in the corner of the small room, no doubt for patrons who can’t stand for more than five minutes; the ride up is not for the faint of heart. The building is one of the highest in the city, and this particular elevator seems intent on having you bask in the glow of the skyscape.

   It’s breathtaking, you can’t deny it, but you wonder if such an expensive establishment could perhaps invest in a quicker form of transportation. Biting your lip, your mind reels at the possibilities of what lies beyond these doors as you move closer to the cool glass, letting vertigo set in. Surely you’re close now?

   Right as you debate whether or not you should sit the elevator levels out with a ping. The doors open on a lavish scene; plush red carpet leads from the elevator to a line of sleek black booths, most already filled with other customers and their chosen hosts. Chandeliers light up the area from vaulted ceilings, providing an intimate atmosphere cast in shadow as blue tones emanate throughout the room from the display case sitting proud and centre. The high-end alcohol sits pretty for everyone to see. The place reeks of money, every material is of the highest quality. The spacious area alone tells anyone who dares to walk through the doors just how much you need to be willing to pay to play.

   “Well hello gorgeous.”

   Gorgeous? Holy fuck. Look who’s talking. Soft strands of midnight black hair tease his face. He towers over you in a grey pinstripe suit, pastel pink tie loose around his toned chest right below the third unclasped button. He’s all leg; but it's his catlike eyes that hint of untold intimacy and sly smile that captivates, producing a need to know just what he has hidden behind that sleek exterior.

   “Ah, hello,” you say to Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, flashing your platinum card. His eyes flicker to the card then back to you. “I– It’s my first time coming here, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

   “A virgin?” he asks, his teeth peeking out as his smile turns into a wide grin. “They are gonna eat you up.”

   “Don’t scare the lady,” a voice says from behind you. You turn and are greeted with a bleach blond in a black turtleneck who upon seeing you gives you a toothy grin, his eyes practically disappearing as his face becomes all smiles and cheeks. Cute!

   “I wasn’t scaring her. I was warning her.”

   “You’re harassing her,” another host says, joining the group. His skin is airbrushed porcelain, his white locks caressing ethereal features. “You want to come with me?”

   “Hey, back up bud, I saw her first,” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome says, entwining his fingers with yours. “I’ll take care of her.”

   “She’s free to choose who she wants, Mingyu,” the bleach blond says with a frown. “Jeonghan’s right – you’re harassing the lady.”

   “I’m not harassing her,” Mingyu says, his grip tightening slightly before he pulls you next to him, lifting your fingers to his lips. Swallowing hard as heat floods your face, you turn away from the other hosts in an attempt to conceal yourself. “We had a connection. We were in the middle of a moment before you two fools interrupted.”

   “Come on, Hoshi.” Jeonghan leans in, his lips brushing against your neck and whispers, “If this idiot does anything you don’t like, come and find me and I’ll drop everything to… entertain you.”

   Mingyu grunts out a gargled retort while pushing Jeonghan away with one hand and circling your body with the other. What have you gotten yourself into?

   “Good thing you put your platinum card away before they saw you,” he says, leading you down the red carpet. “They would have stuck to us like glue, sniffing at you like a bunch of dogs.”

   “Oh, is that so?”

   “Of course,” he says, his teeth back on display as he smiles at you from over his shoulder. “You’re an important guest. Plus, well, I mean I’m sure you have a mirror at home. You know you’re gorgeous.”

   Biting the inside of your lip you look down at your feet, letting him take you further into the club, his hand still clasped with yours. Walking past one of the tables, a host wearing several chains around his neck and a see-through shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination winks at you.

   “Come on, big boy. Don’t be like that.” You hear her husky voice before you see the woman. She’s drunk, her words slurring as she pushes a large man up against the wall behind the second-to-last table in the back. “You’re so sexy when you act so timid, baby.”

   Mingyu sighs, dropping your hand and asking you to wait a moment before he advances towards the couple. The other man dwarfs the woman but he shies away from her, searching the area like a caged animal about to make a daring escape. He’s wearing thin round reading glasses and a chequered vest over a collared shirt and you have to admit, you can see the appeal.

   “Don’t play dumb. Tell me how much I need to spend to take you home.” One of her hands is in his hair, the other is palming his crotch with a look of intoxicated glee plastered on her face. That is until Mingyu grabs her wrist, pulling it away from the gentle giant, allowing him to manoeuvre his way out of her grip. “What the hell?”

   “You can’t afford those… services, Ma’am.”

   The woman actually blushes, her free hand going to her face to cover a flash of a smile. Mingyu leans close to his co-worker in the vest for a moment before leading the woman away back down the way you came.

   The vest walks up to you, his eyes on the ground as he shuffles his feet and holds out his hand. “Can I take you to your table and keep you company while you wait for Mingyu?” The words are mumbled and hard to hear over the soft music and chatter in the air.

   “Sure.” He leads you to the corner table and you shuffle into the booth behind him. “What’s your name?”

   “Wonwoo. What about you?” You tell him your name and he tells you how lovely it is, his eyes fluttering around the room, never making contact with yours. Wonwoo is stunning. Flawless skin, chiselled bone structure and kind eyes.

   “Do–”

   “Let’s order something to drink! Oh. Sorry.” He looks down at his lap, hands twiddling together and you can’t help but want to mess with him. He hands you a menu and you glance at the selection briefly before ordering a bottle of the Louis Roederer, Cristal Brut 1990 Millennium Cuvee Methuselah. His eyes dart up, finding yours at last. “You’re aware that they mark everything up here, right?”

   “Of course,” you answer, with what you hope is a saucy grin. It is. His eyes widen for a moment before he looks away again, his eyes unable to stay still.

   “Sorry to make you wait,” Mingyu says, sliding next to you, his thighs brushing up against yours, sandwiching you between the two men. “Did you want something to drink?”

   “I’ll get it,” Wonwoo says, shooting up in his seat. Mingyu gives him a strange look before nodding, allowing Wonwoo to scurry down the carpet on his way to get the champagne.

   “I hope he didn’t do anything weird.” He rubs your thigh with the tip of his pinky, a lopsided grin adorning his face.

   “No, he was a perfect gentleman.”

   “Of course.”

   “Did you really expect him not to be?”

   “You might be surprised,” he says while leaning in to smell your hair. “That’s where that delicious scent is coming from. What type of shampoo do you use?”

   “Do you really care about my shampoo?”

   “Not really,” he admits with a chuckle. “But isn’t it nice to be doted on?”

   Before you can answer, Wonwoo is back with another host. No, not a host, his boss. This one oozes authority. He’s wearing a simple black suit, perfectly tailored. It screams money, couture. This is his establishment. He’s come over to see who you are and if you can pay.

   “Boss, what brings you here?” Mingyu asks with a quirk of his brow before his eyes settle on the champagne. “Ah, you noticed we have a platinum card guest.”

   “You should have told me.”

   “And leave our esteemed guest alone?”

   “You literally just escorted someone out.” The boss has thick lips and straight black hair that covers his brows, giving him an air of mystery that adds to his don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.

   “Oops,” Mingyu says with a shit-eating grin.

   While they start a heated argument in hushed whispers, somehow in denial that you can hear their conversation, Wonwoo places the champagne bottle down on a tray with ice and several glasses. You’ve only seen it once before (it’s pretty rare, you’re surprised to find it here) and you forgot how big it is, the size equivalent to something like eight regular bottles.

   He pours out the champagne with meticulous detail, each cube of ice lowered with a tiny tong, his hand covering the glass to keep it from spraying before offering you the glass. Swirling it, you inhale the fruity aromas before taking a sip and letting it linger on your tongue. It tastes like citrus. You take another sip and it goes down like silk.

   “You should pour yourself one too,” you say pointing towards the bottle.

   “What about me?” Mingyu asks, sliding back next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

   “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

   “We got it from here, boss,” Mingyu says, flicking his wrist in a ‘get lost’ gesture. The boss gives you a tight smile before walking over to another table. Mingyu leans in, his lips caressing your neck and whispers, “I’m so glad he’s gone so we can be alone.”

   “What about Wonwoo?” Wonwoo’s eyes shift to you then back to his drink as he sips on the champagne.

   “What about him?”

   “Well, we’re not really alone.”

   “You want to be alone with me? How shameless,” he says, his fingers playing with your hair as he places gentle kisses along your jawline.

   “Did you want me to leave?”

   You grab the ends of Wonwoo’s fingertips as he stands. The tiny touch is enough for him to sit back down. He doesn’t look at you and you can’t help but want to tease him more, to make him suffer. Just a little. Is that bad?

   “You don’t really strike me as the kind of person who wants to work at a place like this.”

   “The money is too good to refuse,” Mingyu says before nibbling on your ear.

   “Not you.” You turn to Wonwoo.

   “Me?” At your nod he gulps down the alcohol and says, “Oh, well, I kind of just fell into it.”

   “How does a big guy like you fall into something like this?”

   “Careful,” Mingyu warns as Wonwoo pours you another drink. “You’re playing with fire and I really don’t want to see you get burned.”

   You quirk a brow before looking back over at Wonwoo. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s cute. I’m sure there are a lot of women that look for that kind of thing. The kind of guy who they can dominate, the kind of man they can control.”

   Wonwoo pauses, a look flashes across his flawless features that you can’t pinpoint – it’s quick, almost imperceptible – before he hands you the drink, a small smile on his lips. The mood has changed. Did you hurt his feelings?

   “Why are you still talking about him when I’m right here?” Mingyu asks with a pout, pulling back from you. “I’m feeling neglected.”

   “Have some pride in your work and maybe you won’t be neglected,” Wonwoo says, sipping on his second drink. His deep voice coils around your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

   “Have you ever kissed a man before, Wonwoo?”

   The question slips out without warning. Heat floods your face as you try to remain calm, keeping your chin up you stare at the flabbergasted male. His mouth’s agape, his eyes widening for a single moment before he sits up straight, pulling his shoulders back and somehow adding to his already impressive girth.

   “Is that something you’re into?” Mingyu asks with a smirk, looking between you and Wonwoo. When you don’t answer he scratches the back of his neck, looking back over his shoulder at one of the other tables before glancing back at Wonwoo.

   “Mingyu here’s devastatingly hot, am I right?” you tease, rubbing your hand up and down Mingyu’s thigh. “Looking at this stunning face every day? Must be hard to resist. And this body,” you say, grazing your nails down his chest over the silky material of his shirt, your eyes never leaving the cool stare of Wonwoo.

   “I– ah, huh?” Mingyu’s smile quivers as his ears tinge pink, his eyes darting around the room. Interesting.

   “Sex on legs. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if he was my co-worker.” You place your hand over your heart and sigh. Turning back to Mingyu you drink him in. It may be a part of the show you’re creating but he really is show-stopping beautiful. “Plus his hands. And his lips. He really knows what he’s doing if you get what I mean.”

   Mingyu stammers, stumbling over his words which all end up sounding like a gurgled mess. He shakes his head, turning it slightly away from you as he touches his face in an attempt to hide before jumping up. His arms flounder out until they make direct contact with the Louis Roederer. It happens so quickly. Mingyu’s face lights up into a comical expression of shock as the bottle tips and tumbles across the table. It makes a resounding crack against the floor. The silence is deafening as the three of you look at the broken glass and liquid as it seeps into the carpet.

   “Huh,” you say looking at the wasted champagne as it deepens the red material next to your table. “That’s a shame.”

   “Yeah,” Mingyu whispers as Wonwoo shakes his head before getting up and walking down the aisle no doubt in search of something to clean up the expensive mess. Mingyu stands next to the broken glass, his body facing the other side of the room, his head hung.

   Moments later Wonwoo is back, cleaning products in hand, followed by Jeonghan who comes bearing gifts. His fingers brush across his lips as he looks down at the mess Mingyu has made in an obvious attempt to cover a smile. He pushes past Wonwoo’s outstretched arm holding a pair of thick gloves and instead shimmies across the booth towards you, holding out what he calls the complimentary wine. It’s unmarked so you have no idea what it is.

   “I thought I told you to come and find me if he did anything stupid?” His fingers paint patterns on your back. “A woman of your calibre shouldn’t be left alone with someone so… inexperienced.”

   “Inexperienced? Screw you buddy,” Mingyu says, stepping over Wonwoo as he cleans up the remnants of the Louis Roederer to slide into place on your other side. He pulls you close to his chest before adding, “You’re not needed here.”

   “How cruel, both to me and this exquisite jewel you’ve hidden all the way in the back here in an attempt to dull her shine,” Jeonghan says, wrapping his leg around yours as he fondles your neck. His lips press up against your jaw, his line of sight set on Mingyu as he whispers, “Let me take care of you. I can make your every fantasy a reality.”

   “Get the fuck off her, you cretin!”

   “Knock it off, Mingyu.” The boss is back.

   “Me?” Mingyu stares up at him dumbfounded.

   “Yes, you,” he says before giving Jeonghan a look who in turns rolls his eyes then shrugs, leaning in and littering your neck with kisses before pulling back and tapping the tip of your nose with a wide grin. He excuses himself as the boss lowers his voice, his attention on Wonwoo. “Come chat with me in the corner for a moment when you’re done with that.”

   Wonwoo nods as he finishes up with the tiny handheld vacuum cleaner from his arsenal of cleaning supplies, the soft hum barely reaching the sound of a sigh. He scrubs at the carpet for a few moments as Mingyu pours you a glass of the mystery drink.

   “Ah, so. Ha,” Mingyu stumbles over his words as you sip on the fruity white champagne. Citrus and nuts tease your taste buds as you watch Wonwoo walk over to the dark corner. They speak in hushed whispers. Straining to hear them, you place a finger on Mingyu’s lips and tell him to make himself a drink. He pouts but he does as he’s told.

   Keeping your eyes on Mingyu and the table, your ears perk up, twitching when a legible word is uttered from the muttering mess in the corner. Epic mistake. The spilling of the wine no doubt.

   Mingyu starts to redden at your intent stare, searching the room, his neck floundering back and forth. Money’s worth.

   Looking down at your glass you swirl it around a few times. Man up. Frowning, you look over your shoulder towards the pair. They both nod in your direction before turning to face the wall. It’s harder to hear them now.

   Mingyu has collected himself once more, filling up your glass with a charming smile. Resisting the urge to mess with him again (because who knows where he’ll spill the wine this time), you instead lean back and let your body sink into the couch.

   “Remember what I said.” The voices are clearer now. A quick glance towards the corner reveals that they’re walking back towards the table. “If you can pull this off you’ll be the number one host. With all the benefits that provides.”

   “I apologise again for the commotion earlier, please let me kno–”

   “Don’t worry, Boss, I got this,” Wonwoo cuts him off, patting the boss on the shoulder before sliding back next to you. The boss is still for a moment before nodding and walking back towards the other tables.

   “What was that about?” you inquire with what you hope is your most nonchalant expression.

   “Nothing important.” He dismisses the question with a flick of his wrist. “Do you have everything you need?”

   “I’m fine.” Your eyes drift over to the corner then back between the two men.

   Mingyu also looks over at the corner before asking, “What was that about?”

   “Nothing to worry your pretty little heads about.” Wonwoo ignores Mingyu’s sputtering attempts at speech as he continues, “Not gonna lie, I couldn’t really concentrate on what was being said when all I wanted to do was get back here so I could be close to you. To touch you.”

   Mingyu huffs and you raise a brow. Wonwoo ignores both gestures. His hand sliding across the silky material of your dress, comforting and warm before he slips under it and inches his fingers up the inside of your thigh. Heat spreads out across your face, your hand stilling his as you look around the room.

   “No one can see,” he whispers, leaning in to nibble the sensitive flesh of your ear. They most definitely can. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night. Haven’t you?”

   “What?” The muttered word spills from your mouth as you look over at Mingyu who looks as dumbfounded as you feel.

   “Haven’t you been thinking about what these hands could do to you?” His hand slips past yours reaching towards your core. “All I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you walk through that elevator was taste you.”

   A sharp inhale passes over your parted lips as he slides his fingers across the thin material of your panties. Arching back under his touch, he eases you to the left, letting your head slip into Mingyu’s lap. Reaching back, your nails dig into Mingyu’s dress shirt as Wonwoo continues to massage your clit.

   Pink tinges Mingyu’s face as he looks down at you, his eyes widening for a moment then shifting over to the man currently kissing his way up your thigh. You jerk back, tossing your head back and forth against Mingyu as ripples of pleasure dance across your skin. “Are you really going to do this here?”

   “Seems like you’re enjoying it,” Wonwoo says with a grin. You hadn’t noticed it before, too engulfed in your own pleasure, but Mingyu’s cock is hard against the back of your head.

   “That’s not really the problem.,.” he drifts off, looking out across the room.

   “Are you feeling left out?” Wonwoo smirks, pulling back from your thighs. Wrapping his hand around Mingyu’s neck he pulls him close, holding him mere inches from his face for a moment above you before pulling him into a kiss, his other hand moving your panties aside to touch the warmth of your cunt.

   Moaning under the men, you rock your hips against his hand as he dips in, first one finger then two. You arch back again, driving your head back further against Mingyu, eliciting a stifled groan from the man. Wonwoo chuckles, the sound muffled by the other man's tongue as Mingyu pulls him in closer to deepen the kiss, his other hand slipping inside your dress and under your bra, grabbing a chunk of your tender flesh roughly under his grasp.

   Fire trails across your skin. You need more. Wrapping your leg around Wonwoo, you try to pull him closer but he doesn’t budge. All you can think about is his thick cock filling you to the brim. Your toes curl as you jut your hips up in desperate want, your fingers clawing at the still fully dressed men. This has to be a crime.

   “What a thirsty little slut you are,” Wonwoo says, pulling away from Mingyu to look down at you, continuing to plunge into your wet pussy at the same pace, his thumb rubbing gently against your nub. “What do you want, hmm? Tell me and maybe I’ll give it to you. If you’re good.”

   “I want– kiss. Kiss me,” you stutter out as Minngyu also turns his full attention on you, his fingers exploring your hot skin. Between the two men you don’t have time to think, let alone form a coherent sentence. Sensory overload has you trembling in pure bliss underneath them. “Fuck!”

   “You think you can handle my cock? Look at you? You’re an utter mess just from my fingers.” He pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt and you whine, squirming under him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth until you suck them clean. “Okay, baby, if you can come for me with just my fingers I’ll let you ride my cock.”

   “Please,” you cry out, letting the word turn into a whine until Wonwoo places a finger on your lips.

   “Let’s try not to bring any attention to ourselves, shall we?” he says, his lips turning up at the corners as he strokes your hungry pussy. “Why don’t you play with her a little? And, Mingyu, do try to keep her from getting too loud.”

   Mingyu bends over, kissing his way down your neck towards your heaving chest. Right as his lips latch onto one of your breasts, Wonwoo's fingers slam into your tight cunt and you let out a low moan. Mingyu quickly shoves two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them while he flicks his tongue against your nipple.

   Nothing else matters to you besides the hands and lips on your burning skin. The sound of your wet pussy and lips sucking tender flesh almost lost under the erratic heartbeats pulsing sharp against your eardrums as you quiver under the sensations engulfing you.

   Every movement brings new waves of pleasure as you begin to chew on the fingers lingering inside your mouth. His fingers taste like salt with an undercurrent of the spilt champagne and you wonder what his dick tastes like. Your breath hitches as the speed of the men increase in unison, as if both can feel the other’s ravenous energy threatening to swallow the room.

   Nails trail up the expanse of your now exposed stomach, your dress tangled above your head to hold your hands in place. Not sure when it happened (let alone by who) you don’t have time to dwell in the thought as teeth dig into your flesh, desperate and hungry. You can’t see who’s doing what anymore, your sight blocked by the body hovering over yours, the sensation of not being able to see only adding to the intense feeling of rapture taking over your body.

   Every thrust digs deep within your core, every caress against your over-stimulated clit, every flick of the tongue against your skin has you close to boiling. Your skin is hot enough to fry on yet somehow not burning the men devouring your body, their movements continuing as if they intend to drive you insane.

   Warm lips. Hotter fingers. You’re close.

   “Come for me, baby,” Wonwoo says, his voice deep and guttural as he somehow quickens his pace. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. Don’t let me down now, baby.”

   Finding comfort in alternating between sucking and chewing on the fingers in your mouth, fire bubbles from within. You shiver as heat spreads out across your skin accompanied by goosebumps as the volcano within erupts, bringing a stream of lava along for the ride. Every muscle clenches (even muscles you didn’t realise you had) as ripples of pure bliss convulse throughout your entire being. Light kisses litter your chest as strong hands stroke your thighs, encouraging you to ride out your high.

   “Oh my God,” you whisper under your breath as you try to regain your composure, each breath bringing you closer to a soothing calm.

   “Sexy.” Wonwoo stares down at you as he eases his fingers out from your gushing pussy and brings them to his lips. “Delicious.”

   Mingyu is slipping your dress over your head and sliding it back down your body, his hands smoothing out the material longer than necessary. Adjusting your panties, you run a hand through your hair before you sit back up, ignoring the radiating heat throbbing from your cunt and across your face you attempt to act as if you didn’t just orgasm at a host club.

   Mingyu pulls you against his chest, his teeth grazing your neck as he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of you drowning in pleasure under me out of my head.”

   “Shall we replace it with something else?”

   “What?” Mingyu asks as both of you frown. The buzzing sounds ease until the hustle and bustle of the club becomes sharper, reminding you of where you are.

   “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private so we can continue without worrying about how loud you are,” he says, his eyes drifting over you both as a grin creeps across his alluring features before he pulls you to your feet. He motions for Mingyu to follow as he glides you towards the elevator. “And trust me, you will be. Loud, that is. I hope you don’t have to do anything tomorrow.”

   “Why?”

   “Because”–he leans in close, his lips brushing against your lips–“I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

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when i say "rescue team gengar shouldve been worse" what i mean is that he shouldve had a guilt over what happened to gardevoir bc of his own selfishness and cowardice all those years ago. that hes been pushing down for all this time. that he takes it upon himself to take down rt hero bc hes 100% projecting. instead of sending the entire town after them. that hes convinced himself that every human is just as bad as he was. that he tries messing with partner that theyre "just gonna get hurt hanging around a human." that he becomes obsessed with trying to get rid of hero bc of this. to the point that the rest of his team is concerned. that it shouldve been made more clear through subtle cues, until he just outright says that he was the human from the ninetales legend, at some point during the main story.

now when i say "after some events, he realizes that hero isnt the same as him at all and....that theyre more similar to gardevoir if anything. so out of guilt towards gard And hero now. he tries to help hero's team to succeed in whatever way he can...."

#pmd tag #oh well</3 #and i didnt say it but his team is a little more accomplished in this “rewrite” idea and theyre not called team fucking “meanies” #like. sorryyyy i love a silly name but. COME ON..... #also i think hero and partner in this scenario are like. more loose lipped about the whole former human thing so...yknow #rt rewrite

[lettersfromaphrodite]

| I feel danger on your lips but it tastes good |

― pairing : Mingyu x Wonwoo ― content warnings : fluff, smut, vampire au, mingyu feeds from wonwoo ― word count : 4.976 ― summary : «don’t venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «you’ll never know what lurks in the dark.»

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

The flames seemed to be alive, burning so bright that it seemed like the sun was rising extremely early that day; the orphanage was completely engulfed by a fire that sadly, no one managed to extinguish before noon.

Wonwoo woke up with a startle, breathing heavily as he did that same night years ago, as he did what he could to help saving few of the children still trapped in the building.

"Well, good morning”, he thought, as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand, and eventually decided to get up and get ready for the day. Wonwoo was twenty-two now, and he resigned himself that he wouldn’t be as lucky as the other adopted children; however, his life seemed to had taken a decisive turn since the day he started working at the very expensive mansion where a very young Count Kim Mingyu was living.

That morning, Wonwoo had had waited for few minutes before the heavy front door of the mansion moved, and few seconds later a woman was peeking her head from behind it.

«Hello,» Wonwoo greeted with the hint of a curt bow, «I’m here for the-»

«The butler position!» the woman excitedly interrupted him, now almost standing in front of him; Wonwoo nodded, and she answered with a gentle smile, fidgeting her hands in the white apron falling from her waist.

«I’m Ljudmila, the head maid.» she offered, making enough space for Wonwoo to get inside the mansion. He briefly introduced himself, and when she told him that she would explain his duties so that he could start the following day, he questioned whether someone else had applied for the position.

«No,» Ljudmila shook her head, not looking at him; her frown seemed to deepen, and with it – Wonwoo noticed, so did the wrinkles on her forehead and around her eyes. «I believe you didn’t hear about rumours on your way here, or anything suspicious?» Wonwoo shook his head, and the frown disappeared from Ljudmila’s features.

«You can walk into every room in this castle, except of course for the ones you will find locked. The Master’s room are in the east wing of the mansion, but you don’t need to meet him for the time being.» Ljudmila’s voice was authoritative yet kind – it was obvious that she had been doing this for many years as she explained in details what would have been Wonwoo’s duties at the mansion; needless to say, he was so happy to hear that he would have his personal room that he almost forgot to listen to the rest.

Ljudmila, however, quickly noticed that Wonwoo rarely spoke and brushed it off thinking that he must have been very reserved, something quickly denied from the letters that accompanied him. Apparently the poor boy was one of the youngsters living in the orphanage that caught fire few years earlier.

The days went by quite slowly and monotonously, something that Wonwoo definitely didn’t dislike. Most importantly, Ljudmila must have said something to the other maids because – despite everyone being friendly to him, no one actually pushed too much for a conversation. Needless to say, Wonwoo was incredibly thankful to Ljudmila.

Among the things Wonwoo definitely wasn’t going to forget was his second day on the job, since everyone was almost incredulous about him being still alive, for whatever reason.

«Good heavens!» the cook had welcomed him in the kitchen that morning, «now this is something unexpected!» he laughed his thunderous laughter echoing in the room.

«What do you mean?» Wonwoo asked, his eyebrows furrowed in doubt. Did he sleep too much? No, that couldn’t be, the sun had just risen in the sky and yet there he was, washed up and dressed up for the day.

«It’s not a good idea…» one of the maids unsurely voiced her thoughts, however, Ljudmila almost appeared out of nowhere.

«Everyone, cut it out!» she quickly and nervously walked around the kitchen, faintly hitting both the cook and the maid that spoke with a the edge damp rag, without actually hurting them, «the poor boy has just arrived, are you – think about my sanity! I’ll grow older of twenty years in three days if you keep this up.» she sat on a nearby chair, breathing an exhausted sigh before smiling kindly at Wonwoo, who was silently looking at that bizarre interaction.

It was clear to Wonwoo that there was something up with this mansion – or even the Master himself; however, Wonwoo was definitely more determined that any danger lurking around.   After all, he needed the job, didn’t he?

During the few months Wonwoo had started working as a butler, he definitely managed to make a lot of good memories, but honestly, the only things permanently engraved in Wonwoo’s mind were his encounters with his Master.

The first time it happened, Wonwoo had woken up from a nightmare and after tossing and turning in his bed without managing to fall asleep again, he decided to take a silent stroll around the garden; however, the moment he reached the path sided with roses in bloom, his feet came to an abrupt stop.

There was someone standing in the middle of the garden and right next to the fountain, his back was turned and therefore he couldn’t see that Wonwoo was there. Judging by what he could see from the distance, the boy was probably Mingyu himself, Wonwoo thought, since he stood perfectly straight and his hair seemed to be as dark as a starless night.

It was like one of t he fairy tales Wonwoo had read in the orphanage; the stranger turned his head a little, and time seemed to stop. Less than a second later, Wonwoo found himself walking away, his heart hammering in his chest for whatever reason; his feet carried him back to his room, where he locked himself in just to lie on his back, his hands firmly placed above his heart in the vain attempt to calm down as he was blankly staring at the ceiling and waiting for the morning to come.

The second time, Wonwoo was silently heading back towards his room, probably a little later than usual since he couldn’t help but rearrange the whole library in both chronological and alphabetical order, when he heard confident steps echoing in the hallway, coming from the opposite direction.

It was dark outside, and the butler was wandering a little too close to the east wing of the mansion, he realised – however, a little too late. Wonwoo heard the faint clatter of shoes hitting against the perfectly clean marble floor slowly but steadily approaching, and instinctively froze in his steps; he quickly glanced around, noticing that it was definitely too late to hide.

A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor, and Wonwoo quickly realized that it must have been his Master, the same person he saw in the garden; the more he approached him, the more Wonwoo swore he could feel his heart quicken his pace.

Master Kim was a gorgeous young man, Wonwoo thought, it was clear to him, even if the only source of light was the moonlight shining outside of the large windows that lined the hallway; he was tall, his body seemed to be well proportioned and his skin seemed to be the same colour as honey.

However, Wonwoo thought, his mind must have been playing tricks on him because he could swear that his Master’s eyes seemed to be a deep yet bright shade of red.

«We finally meet, …» Mingyu purposely faked to be oblivious to the youngster’s name.

«Wonwoo, Sir.» the boy answered, his eyes now staring at the marble floor, since he felt incredibly small under the other’s authoritative gaze.

«I hope you managed to find yourself at home here, however, don’t venture so far from your room at night,» Mingyu spoke with an alluring smile, «you’ll never know what lurks in the dark.»

Wonwoo felt his cheeks heathen as he apologized to him, and once again, he quickly walked towards his room, once again with his heartbeat hammering in his chest so loudly that Wonwoo was afraid his ribcage was going to explode from the intensity of it.

The menacing and mysterious aura around his Master disappeared a week later, as soon as Ljudmila asked Wonwoo to bring Mingyu his breakfast.

«Knock on his bedroom door three times, he’ll let you in,» she instructed, «don’t open the curtains, he’s got a terrible temper in the morning if he hasn’t fed – oh please, don’t tell him I said that. Place the tray on the mahogany desk in the middle of the room and then wait for him to dismiss you. Okay?» Wonwoo nodded immediately, picking up the tray filled with fruits, warm milk and a crystal vial filled with a reddish liquid that definitely didn’t look normal – or edible, at all.

«Are you sure that was a good idea? The boy doesn’t know that he’s working for a vampire.» the cook – already busy cutting a large amount of carrots for lunch, asked his long time friend and colleague.

«I’m getting old,» she answered, sitting on the chair in front of him, and starting to help him in his task, «this year I will be fifty four, and believe me, I want our Master to have someone reliable at his side.»

«You could have warned him, though.» was the only thing he answered.

«Don’t you remember how each one of us eventually found out? We both seen Mingyu grow up, and I believe you know better than me that Wonwoo’s is in perfectly safe hands.» she explained, smiling fondly at the memories of an extremely young Mingyu, running through the kitchen and eagerly wanting to taste human food.  

The east wing was symmetrical and perfectly equal to the rest of the mansion, still, the feeling of being allowed to venture inside it for the first time was more than enough for his heart to pick up pace in anticipation.

Wonwoo knocked three times against his Master’s door, before hearing his faint order to come in, just like Ljudmila had said. The bedroom was huge and, surprisingly enough, the furniture seemed to be really minimalistic.

“Less for me to clean”, Wonwoo thought, as his eyes quickly scanned the room. A mahogany desk with a large velvet-covered chair stood in the centre of the room – behind which stood the door-window leading to the small terrace attached to the room; to his left, a small bookcase formed a corner between two walls while to his right, there was a wide canopy bed where he easily found the target of his task.

His Master was sprawled on the mattress, his clothes were half unbuttoned and the sheets looked like he had tossed and turned all night without getting a minute of sleep.

«My dearest Ljudmila, believe me, I will die soon if I don’t personally feed on a human.» Mingyu sighed, his eyes lost in the ceiling above him, as he ran his fingers through his hair with a distressed movement.

«Your- your Grace» Wonwoo cleared his voice, immediately capturing the other boy’s interest, who was watching at his every move as his life depended on it, «Ljudmila is busy, she sent me.»

Mingyu was quick to lift himself on his elbows, studying Wonwoo’s movements as the butler placed the tray on his desk; while he was there, he took advantage of the situation and quickly re-arranged the order of few papers, just to make a little more space for him, if he decided to eat.

As Wonwoo re-adjusted his glasses, he heard his Master sigh, «Fine, but you’ll have to feed me, bring the blood to me, please.»

Wonwoo stared both at the ample filled with the ominous coloured liquid and then at Mingyu; did he hear that right?

Mingyu, however, noticed the confusion in the other’s eyes and chuckled briefly, tilting his head, «I guess Ljud didn’t tell you anything.»

«About what-» Wonwoo abruptly cut his own sentence with a sigh; he run a hand through his hair, before eventually, he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, «what was she supposed to tell me?»

«For a start, that the Master of this mansion is a vampire.» Mingyu answered with a confident smile, finding Wonwoo’s reaction a weird mixture between adorable and cute.

«You really want me to fall for that?» he questioned the boy who was still looking at him with a confident and mischievous smile.

«Fall for “that” as in, fall for me?» Mingyu teased as he decided to get up from the sea of sheet he was lying comfortably on top of; with few confident strides, he closed the space between himself and Wonwoo, now standing in front of him.

Without realizing, the butler instinctively took an imperceptible step back, but the desk was there to stop his short and useless attempt to keep a reasonable distance.

«First thing first, I know you noticed my eyes when we met,» Mingyu tilted his head down to meet Wonwoo’s gaze, who definitely couldn’t deny the fact that normal people didn’t have bright red eyes.

«Most importantly, now that we are so close,» Mingyu leaned towards the butler, who instinctively leaned back on the desk, his hands reaching behind himself in order not to fall, «I can’t help but notice that your blood smells delicious, Wonwoo.» Mingyu spoke with an alluring and husky voice, every trace of the lively and teasing Master from seconds ago seemed to have disappeared; Wonwoo’s heart started to quicken its pace, as he was having troubles identifying what he was feeling.

Actually, he was almost sure that among the mixture of confusion and astonishment he felt at the sudden revelation, he could also find a little bit of anticipation, especially when he was certain to have felt Mingyu’s teeth ever so sightly graze at the exposed skin on his neck that the collar of his shirt didn’t cover.

The intimate moment they shared ended shortly after, when Mingyu lifted his head, tilting it back so that their gaze would meet.

«Do you believe me now?» Mingyu questioned him with a smile, and as soon as Wonwoo’s gaze fell to the two pointy fangs that were oh so visible in his Master’s dazzling smile, he eventually came to the conclusion that his words were true.

Actually, thanks to the other servants, he had always known that something was up with the mansion, he was just glad that it didn’t turn out to be haunted with ghosts.

Satisfied with the butler’s answer, Mingyu went back to his bed, and Wonwoo quickly recomposed himself.

«Should I get an empty cup of tea or-» Wonwoo nervously adjusted his glasses, which were about to fall off the bridge of his nose.

«You were really going to obey that silly order?» the vampire stared at him with wide eyes; Wonwoo nodded, and with a lively laugh, Mingyu fell back in the sea of white sheets.

From that day, much to Ljudmila’s happiness, Wonwoo became Mingyu’s personal butler.

Few weeks later, Wonwoo knocked against Mingyu’s bedroom door, scoffing while hiding an amused smile as the only answer the vampire decided to give him was a groan.

«Good morning, Your Grace.» Wonwoo politely greeted Mingyu, who was lying in the usual sea of sheets he loved, with his pillow tightly pressed against his head.

Now, Wonwoo had spent enough days at the vampire’s side to realize that something in his behaviour definitely was off; he quietly placed the tray of breakfast on the desk, before quietly approaching the bed.

«Is everything okay?» Wonwoo gently questioned, reaching out to touch Mingyu’s hand over the pillow, but eventually halting his movements; the vampire kept silent, and the butler crouched next to his bed, finding it impolite to sit on his sheets.

«You can sit here.» Mingyu mumbled few seconds later, gently patting the empty spot next to his waist; Wonwoo thanked him and complied.

No one spoke for few minutes, and the both of them fell into a comfortable and weirdly intimate silence; Mingyu didn’t move his hand from the mattress, and Wonwoo didn’t realize that their fingertips were almost touching.

«I simply have a headache, you can go if you want to.» the vampire’s hoarse voice broke the silence, but somehow, Wonwoo believed that he wasn’t telling the whole truth.

«I’m your personal butler, meaning I don’t have much to do if you’re sleeping.» Wonwoo lied. He definitely had something to do in the morning: collect mail from the entrance hall and sort it in order of importance before bringing it back to Mingyu – who most importantly had requested Wonwoo to drop formalities when they were alone. Then he needed to collect his freshly washed clothes from the laundry room, and then he promised Ljudmila he would help her clean the crystal chandelier in the living rooms, not to mention -

«I get very bad headaches and really dizzy if I don’t drink human blood.» Mingyu confessed,  his pinky finger unconsciously touching Wonwoo’s index finger.

«Haven’t you been drinking blood every day, though?» Wonwoo curiously questioned, barely moving his hand, so that their fingers touching wouldn’t be as casual as it was few moments ago. Mingyu groaned, and that was the only answer Wonwoo thought he’d get; eventually, the vampire sighed, lifting the cushion from his head, his gaze adjusting to the partial brightness in the room.

«You’re perceptive, little one,» Mingyu teased, «however, that’s animal blood – which for being clear, is definitely not the same.» Wonwoo hummed, as he seemed to be lost in thoughts for few seconds, he asked the vampire if there was anything he could do, but Mingyu simply sighed, shaking his head.

«I appreciate your concern, but unless you want me to feed from you, there’s nothing you can do.»

A whirlwind of thoughts seemed to float inside Wonwoo’s mind after he heard Mingyu’s magic words. Of course, he thought the vampire was insanely attractive and of course, he found himself more than once fantasizing about the possibility of kissing those full lips; moreover, he had to admit that the fact that Mingyu was both extremely clumsy and effortlessly funny was enough for him to get fond of t he vampire every day a little more.

Actually, his blooming feelings were completely reciprocated by the vampire, but nor him nor Mingyu had ever considered the possibility, and therefore, when Wonwoo spoke a faint «okay, let’s do it.», Mingyu thought he was hallucinating.

«I’m not undressing more than this,» Wonwoo clarified, as he stared at the vampire, lazily sitting on the bed; the butler was basically still completely dressed, with the only exception of his gloves and his jacket. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and thanks to the partial darkness of the room, he didn’t notice how Mingyu’s gaze hungrily travelled on the glimpse of toned skin that he could see.

«Works for me, but if things get messy I’m gonna stain your shirt, and you’ll have to tell Ljud.» Mingyu shrugged, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he heard Wonwoo groan in agreement, since he didn’t want to feel Ljudmila’s beloved damp rag on his skin anytime soon, especially for something he didn’t do.

Wonwoo lowered the suspenders keeping the shirt in place, letting the pieces of fabric dangle from his belt loop; he quickly got rid of his shirt, before folding it and placing it next to his jacket.

Following Mingyu’s direction, Wonwoo climbed on the mattress, and awkwardly sat on his lap; the vampire was keeping his left hand behind himself for balance, while his right hand immediately reached out to gently hold the other boy’s slim waist.

«This should be the part where you relax.» Mingyu mumbled, as his hand hesitantly slid from Wonwoo’s waist to his thigh. He tentatively widened the palm of his hand, just to squeeze the skin ever so lightly; needless to say, he found Wonwoo’s sudden whimper an addictive sound.

«If I do, we’ll be touching touching.» Wonwoo answered, hesitantly; despite his embarrassment, he didn’t want to move away, and as he felt Mingyu guide his hands to his chest, he let him, relaxing a little bit further against the other.

«I’m about to drink your blood, so it works for me,» the vampire shrugged, hiding behind a nervous smile, «are you sure you’re okay with this?»

Wonwoo didn’t need time to think about it before answering that yes, of course he was; a faint tug at his left thigh was what made him spread his knees a little more, completely sitting on Mingyu’s lap.

Now, clearly the both of them noticed that the other one was half hard but still – thankfully, no one decided to mention it. Mingyu’s lips immediately found Wonwoo’s collarbone, trying to focus his mind on his task of feeding before he decided to succumb to the lust and the attraction he felt for the younger boy.

«It- It tickles.» Wonwoo whispered, his shoulder instinctively twitching, making Mingyu move the direction of his open mouthed kisses a little upwards. If he were to be honest, that amount of kisses definitely was not necessary, but still, Mingyu didn’t exactly know why he was paying so much attention to it; whether it was because he wanted Wonwoo to fully get comfortable in his presence, whether he was loving the feeling of the other boy tightly gripping his shirt while trying to hide needy whimpers, Mingyu thought he would gladly stop time in that moment, so that they could enjoy it a little bit longer. Mingyu felt Wonwoo giggle again, and he breathed a little exasperated giggle as he leaned back once again.

«I’m sorry, it really tickles a lot.» Wonwoo apologized, and the both of them ended up finding that situation incredibly surreal to the point where they were thrown into a fit of small giggles.

«I’m good now, I promise.» Wonwoo took a deep breath as the both of them seemed to have calmed down; his hands found once again their place against the vampire’s chest – tightly gripping Mingyu’s shirt.

Wonwoo didn’t know what to expect, since the only time he had heard about vampires were in fairy tales; was their bite supposed to hurt, was it supposed to bring him a weird kind of pleasure?

Whatever the butler was trying to prepare for, he definitely didn’t consider the fact that Mingyu decided to place his hand on his nape, just to connect their lips; Wonwoo immediately reciprocated in a clumsy and passionate gesture, and he believed he could feel the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults as soon as he felt Mingyu groan against his lips as soon as he faintly tugged on his hair. They ended up kissing passionately until their lips felt swollen, and as they were both panting to catch their breath, Wonwoo gently guided Mingyu’s head to his neck.

It was crazy how a simple gesture was about to make him come untouched, but Wonwoo thought that nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Mingyu sucking on his blood; it was weird, he had to admit, but at the same time, Wonwoo felt like his blood was being turned into a molten core gently spreading through his body. His senses felt heightened in an almost inhuman way, and the feeling of Mingyu’s arms gently but firmly holding his body close were driving him to hypersensitivity; whatever was happening, Wonwoo definitely didn’t want for it to end.

«Are you sure you feel better?» Wonwoo questioned, watching Mingyu nod as he wiped the small amount of blood falling from the corner of his lips.

«I know it’s really not romantic and I kind of planned to do things a little differently, but I really like you,» Mingyu confessed out of the blue, his gaze searching for Wonwoo’s as he felt him instinctively tense up in his lap, «and I really want you,» he added, moving his gaze towards the other’s lips, «heavens, how I want you.» he mumbled again, the huskiness and arousal in his voice were enough to drive Wonwoo’s mad.

The butler studied the vampire for few seconds, but still, he found no trace of lie in his gaze, especially because he has proven more than once that he didn’t have a single reason to lie to him. Wonwoo relaxed once again, his arms snaking around the vampire’s neck. «I really like you too,» he mumbled against Mingyu’s lips, feeling them part as if they were magnets, «and I really want you too.» That morning, Mingyu and Wonwoo ended up making love for the first time, showering each other with the eager affection of a blooming love, as their fingertips remained tightly intertwined.

For the whole day, no one among the servants asked where the Master and Wonwoo were; if the reason was Ljudmila threatening to kill everyone who suggested to look for them, that’s something neither Mingyu or Wonwoo needed to know.

Few weeks later, far too early on a Sunday morning, Mingyu groaned, turning the other way as he tried to fall asleep again. He stretched out his arm, realizing that Wonwoo must have woken up already; with an annoyed sigh, he silently cursed his servants for being so loud in the morning for no reason at all.

Eventually, Mingyu ended up shifting on Wonwoo’s side of the bed, trying to enjoy what was left of his lover’s warmth, but the noise didn’t seem to stop anytime soon; the vampire crooked one eye open, just snort while trying to hide an amused laughter – of course, Wonwoo hushed him immediately with a quick gesture of his hand.

«I told you, that I don’t want us to get married, not yet!» one of the maid’s loud voice echoed from the courtyard. Wonwoo was hiding behind the heavy curtain, following the interaction with extreme interest while carefully avoiding for too much light to peek into Mingyu’s room; he knew that light didn’t affect his lover, but he also knew that his temper wouldn’t be great if he were to be woken up with too much sunlight peeking inside the bedroom.

«But why not? Is it because of your parents? You didn’t tell them you’re pregnant, did you?» the gardener immediately retorted, his voice filled with irritation and astonishment. Wonwoo did his best to hide his surprised gasp, the tray –  on which Mingyu’s dressed for the day were neatly placed, now digging a little more in his waist.

«I knew it!» Wonwoo faintly mumbled to himself while bringing his free hand in front of his mouth – still unaware about the fact that Mingyu was awake, and therefore earning another amused giggle from the vampire.

The argument between the couple went on for minutes, and Wonwoo was too immersed in his activity that he definitely didn’t notice Mingyu eventually walking up and walking towards him.

«What’s the commotion?» Mingyu’s hoarse voice spoke right against Wonwoo’s ear as he hugged his waist from behind, and the butler almost had a heart attack on the spot.

«Shh!» Wonwoo quickly silenced him, ignoring the fact that on that moment, he was definitely being louder than his lover. «One of the maids is pregnant, the gardener asked for her hand in marriage.» Wonwoo briefly explained. Mingyu gave him a brief nod, yawning and scratching his chest; he absently took the tray from Wonwoo’s hands – who immediately let him, and right after he placed it on his desk.

The next few minutes looked something in between from ridiculous to adorable; Mingyu, a vampire, was peeking from behind the curtain and repeating whatever Wonwoo’s ears couldn’t hear while Wonwoo, his butler, was mirroring his actions while moving his right hand as if to urge him to tell him more because «I didn’t hear it! Oh, damn that gardener’s thick accent.»

Mingyu yawned again, kissing his lover’s shoulders three times before eventually walking to the side of the door-window in order to open the curtains; Mingyu took the other’s hand – and of course Wonwoo let him lead them to the small balcony.

«I thought we were eavesdropping in a discreet way.» the butler mumbled with a small pout, not enjoying the fact that his fan had been cut short; however, now that the couple was on the balcony, Wonwoo definitely noticed that a large part of the servants had gathered in the courtyard as well, everyone suddenly interested and invested about the issue.

For a second, Wonwoo’s gaze met Ljudmila’s exasperated one, and as she shook her head, he chuckled briefly.  

«Say, Wonwoo, what if we give them something to actually gossip about?» Mingyu’s alluring voice was once again speaking next to Wonwoo’s ear. The poor butler didn’t even have enough time to turn around and ask the vampire what he meant, when he found Mingyu’s lips gently crashing on his. Immediately, Wonwoo returned the gesture with equal fervour, as if it was the first time him and Mingyu were kissing and they haven’t been doing it on a daily basis for weeks.

Mingyu’s hands gripped Wonwoo’s waist, and pulled the younger boy flat against his chest; he didn’t need to check to be sure that the lovers quarrel had been already forgotten in order to talk about how «did you see the way young Master Mingyu was dragging Wonwoo to his bed?»

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[ksyongi]

i am on booktok again and the leaning on the door trend keeps popping up on my fyp so it got me thinking about poly!meanie and that trend.

pulling mingyu up from the bed where he was lazing, he let out a groan. "what is it this time?" he tapped his foot on the ground impatiently. "well...can you help me to just use your arms and put it at the top frame of the door? and just lean forward." his eyebrows furrowed as he complied. his arms reached up and grabbed the frame with ease. he proceeded to lean forward and he looked...well, uncomfortable and unsure. you stifle a laugh as a "tsk" from behind you makes you jump a little. wonwoo walks forward and switches off his phone in his hand. "let me show you how it's done." mingyu rolls his eyes, leaning on the frame, giving wonwoo more space. wonwoo places one hand on the top of the frame and leans forward, his legs slightly crossing as he does it. unlike mingyu, he was relaxed, and his shirt rid up his stomach a bit. having his abs peek out at the slightest. the sight infront of you was glorious. mingyu's messy hair from lazing in bed all day with his smirk from watching wonwoo, and wonwoo's smug look, he knows he looks hot. wonwoo lets out a low laugh, "drooling already aren't you sweetheart?" mingyu chuckles at your baffled expression. you snapped yourself out of the hypnotizing trance they put you in and protested, "no, you're just delusional." mingyu walks towards you, pulling you close. "we'll see about that darling."

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[blueserenesblog]

MINWON AU PROMPT!!

Where Wonu is a pianist and plays the keys for his rock band in college composed of himself, jihoon, soonyoung, and jun.

And also operates an anonymous twt account for the campus crush Chef-in-the-making mingyu...

#seventeen #fic prompt #svt au #svt scenarios #kim mingyu #mingyu svt #svt mingyu #mingyu #minwon #meanie #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #svt wonwoo #wonwoo svt

[ahogedetective]

burrito reverse!! for rui or kuroko <3

{ Blanket Burrito! 🌯 }

Shuichi was always a proud big brother when it came to how hard Rui worked; but also like a big brother, he worried whenever she was pushing herself far too much, despite her having caught a cold lately. He was taking care of her today, just to make sure she will actually rest. He had to step out for a bit to buy some medicine from the nearest store for her, along with some ingredients for miso soup.

As he was opening the door to her room, he was about to announce: "Rui, I'm back! I've got you some medi..." And saw that she was out of bed, again... "....cine.... Rui." He crosses his arms, looking very unamused. "O-ohhh, why did I have a feeling you'd get back up... I told you, if you keep overdoing it, you're only going to worsen your cold!" While he, especially as a fellow detective, can understand how hard it is to actually just stop working on stuff and rest, he didn't want her doing the same mistakes he would make. And so, without warning: he goes over to lift Rui out of her seat. "It looks like I have no choice. Detective Shitai, I'm going to have to place you under arrest."

Her sentence being, once she is placed on the bed... being confined to the blanket roll that Shuichi is currently wrapping her up in! "I'm sorry, but this is for your own good!" He declares in a tone that most definitely did not sound sorry. If she was going to refuse to rest, then he was just going to have force her: out of care and love, of course.... and maybe partially out of amusement, trying hard to keep a straight face as he easily wraps her up into a tiny burrito. Once he sees she is tightly secured in the blanket roll, he dusts his hands together with a proud look on his face. "Done! You are now a Rui-Nigiri Roll. Don't worry, I'll still help you take your medicine and eat your soup. Aren't you so happy to have such a caring big brother?"

He knows he was being such a meanie, but he couldn't help himself, snickering as he gently pats her head. He just wishes for his precious little sister to recover as fast as possible, is all... "And if you're good and actually try to rest... I may be merciful and release you early. Okay?"

#I loved the thought of this scenario happening with either of them #but ultimately had to pick Rui so big brother could bully her! <3 #DFJKNVKJDFJFDJK #I'M SO SORRY RU I! #HE'S BEING A BIG MEANI E OUT OF LOVE I SWEAAARRRR!!!! #HEHEH... tysm for sending~! #I love these lil DORK siblings so much!!!! #meme reply;; #Shuichi answers;; #heartsealed #☆;; Little Sister Rui: Inseparable Detective Partner and Precious Sibling || {heartsealed}

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i hate him sm bc every time i see him it takes me two months to calm down sooooo real.

#Need him O_O right now preferably. #writing fic about us is hell (/conflicted) bc there are like a billion ways each situation goes and sometimes the differences are small #but sometimes they are Major!!!!! #need him to kiss me wtf. #he is so beautiful...... need his kissies soooo bad where is my hubby :^( #he's such a meanie ugh...... i need him to hold me forever. #writing about a scenario that i Suppose is a first kiss but like. Once again with multiple ways for everything #idk if i consider this fic 'canon' to my s/i story technically. whateva. i need his sweet old man kisses and cuddles...... #ellie rambles about stuff #he spun the stars on his fingernails (tag) #ohhh tarky darling u make the earth and my head spin.

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Kink Discovery | haikyuu ♡

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individual reaction/headcanon scenarios on kink discovery with haikyuu characters!

reaction/headcanon requests for jjk, one piece, haikyuu, fmab & death note (male & female characters) are OPEN!

jjk vers | op vers | masterlist

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genre: smut (minors dni)

characters included: aran, atsumu, daichi, mattsun, tsukki, ukai, bokuto, tendo

cw: drunk sex (atsumu), public sex, facefucking, deepthroating, dom!tendou, biting, spitting, marking, jealousy, ukai is kind of a meanie, fem!reader

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Aran Ojiro - lingerie

When you wake up on your birthday, Aran has already left for work. There's a small gift bag sitting on the dresser, stuffed with tissue paper. Beneath all the tissue paper sits a cute lacy lingerie set and a note.

Happy birthday, baby. I'm only working a half shift today. Be ready when I get back.

- your loving husband

You spend the rest of the morning getting ready, excited for what the second half of your birthday will bring you. The lingerie set fits perfectly; Aran has been adamant about knowing your size in everything when you first started dating. You feel sexy in it, and knowing that your husband wants to see you in it, you take some mirror selfies. You put effort into finding the sexiest poses and position yourself so your husband can see multiple angles. You sort through your favourites and send them to him with a message asking when he'll be home. He responds immediately, telling you to sit pretty and wait for him to be home soon.

It doesn't take long for Aran to get home. As soon as you hear the door click shut behind him, you exit the bedroom and meet him face-to-face. He takes a second to look you up and down.

“The pictures don't do you justice,” he says, pulling you into a kiss and patting your thigh. You jump at his signal, wrapping your legs around him, and your big, strong husband carries you back to your bedroom. Initially, Aran bought the lingerie because he knows it makes you feel sexy. He always thinks you look beautiful in it, but he never went as crazy over it as he feels now. He drops you down to the mattress and removes his shirt.

“Happy birthday, sweet girl,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. He kisses around the edge of the lace on your chest and down to the waistband of your panties. He showers you in compliments, letting you know how much of a goddess you are to him and how he worships the ground you walk on. He pulls your panties to the side instead of sliding them down your leg. “I'm not ready to take these off yet”, he says before diving in and flicking his tongue against your clit.

Atsumu Miya - public

Atsumu backs you against the door of the club bathroom, refusing to part from your lips as he reaches for the lock. He told you before you even left the house, there's no way he'd ever be able to behave himself around you in that dress. One of his hands wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to his body, and the other slips underneath the skirt of your dress.

“You look so good”, he growls. He moves his kisses down to your neck. You're so worked up by the combination of alcohol and lust in your system. His hand dips into your underwear and he groans against your skin when he feels how wet you are. He kisses your lips again and walks you over to the sink. He turns you around to face the mirror, and you stumble forward slightly, angled over the sink. Atsumu pushes you further over the sink. “Love seeing you like this.”

He's quick and desperate when he pulls your underwear down your legs. He waits for you to kick them away so he can pick them up and tuck them into his jeans pocket. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock free, lining it up with your pussy. When he pushes into you, Atsumu moans louder than expected; the walls of your pussy always seem to unravel him.

“Quiet tsumu, someone might hear us” Your plea, however, only makes Atsumu louder as he pictures one of his friends walking in on the two of you.

“And what if they did, huh? What if someone walked in to see me fucking this pretty pussy? I'd keep going, let ‘em watch. Would you like that?” You hear him growl under his breath when you nod in response.

You look up at his face in the mirror's reflection and see a grin plastered on his. He lifts one of your legs, using the counter to support it, and pulls the rest of your body upright. You turn your head to look at him properly, and he immediately kisses your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hips pick up speed, and he gets rougher with you, desperate to make you cum. When you start whining that you're close, Atsumu moves his hand that was holding your leg to play with your clit, getting you closer and closer to cumming.

“scream for me, baby, let everyone out there know I'm fucking you good.”

Daichi Sawamura - facefucking

Daichi returns home from work, and within seconds, you're standing in the entryway, waiting to throw yourself into his arms. It's late in the evening, but you don't mind; all you want is to see your husband. After he takes his jacket off and hangs it up, he looks you in the eye and steps towards you. He reaches out, and you waste no time pulling him into a kiss. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you as tight to him as you can get.

“I missed you today. Sorry I'm home so late”, he sighs after pulling away, touching his forehead against yours. You cup his face and push him back slightly to see his face properly. Daichi stares at you with tired eyes, struggling to focus on you.

“I missed you too. How about we get you to bed so we can spend the day together tomorrow?” you say, running a hand through his hair. He shakes his head in protest, leaning back in to kiss you. You smile into the kiss. You drag him into the living room and tell him to sit on the sofa. He groans as you drop to your knees in front of him. He reaches down to unbutton his trousers, and you swat his hands away.

“let me take care of you,” you say, doing it for him.

“You're so good to me, baby”, he groans as you lick up his cock. You take his cock into your mouth, and he loudly moans. He's too tired to keep his composure, so his hips buck up into your mouth. You try to push your mouth as far down as it will go. “don't take all of me if you can't do it, baby; this already feels insane”, he says. You ignore his words and relax your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag slightly. The strangled noise Daichi makes is unlike anything you've heard from him before. He pulls you off his cock, panting loudly.

“Is everything OK?” you ask, voice tired and raspy. Your husband smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Perfect baby, I just - let me fuck your face,” he says. “Please”, he adds. You nod, opening your mouth for him. His hand grabs the back of your hair, holding you in place and thrusting his hips up into your mouth. The tight feeling of your throat has him cumming the quickest he ever has. You swallow everything he gives you, and he watches you in awe. He tucks himself back into his trousers and pulls up onto his lap.

“Was that good?” you ask, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of your question.

“I'm barely even functioning right now. You were perfect. Give me a few minutes to recuperate, and we can go to bed.”

Issei Matsukawa - marking

Mattsun wishes he could control his jealousy problem. He knows you would never cheat, but seeing you laughing away with his friends leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He knows it shouldn't bother him, but when you give Makki a goodbye hug and wish him happy birthday, it makes his skin crawl.

When he finally gets you home, he immediately pulls you to the bedroom, growling under your breath about how he's so much better than stupid Makki. You roll your eyes at his muttering, but you're not going to complain when he's channelling his jealousy into fucking you.

It doesn't take long before you're on your back, legs wrapped around Mattsuns waist as his cock stretches you. You claw at his back as he buries his face in your neck, fucking you slow and deep.

“You're mine. I'm gonna mark you up, maybe then my friends will remember you're taken” Your neck muffles his voice, but the raspy tone of his voice still makes you whimper. He attaches his lips to your neck, teeth grazing the skin and sucks a pretty mark into your neck. When he's finished, he leans back to look at the mark. He's overcome with the urge to add more, so he does. He continues slowly rocking his hips and sectioning his mouth over any patch of skin he can get to.

When he's finally done, your neck and shoulders are covered in very obvious red and purple marks. Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he picks up his pace. His large hands grip the back of your thighs and push your legs up to your chest. He fucks your harder, eyes flickering from your marked up chest to your blissed out face.

“You're so fucking pretty”

Kei Tsukishima - Spitting

The two of you are at a house party. Tsukki stands in the kitchen chatting to Kyotani, and you cling to his side. He looks good, and you can't help teasing him. He tries not to give in because he's in public, but when you wait for Kyotani to get another drink and lean up to whine in his ear, his patience wanes. He grabs your hand and drags you into the nearest bedroom.

“You're so needy,” Says Tsukki, pushing his hands into your panties. “You seriously couldn't wait until we went home?.” His words may sound harsh, but there's a smile on his face as he kisses you. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth has your mind going hazy. You don't even register your words until they leave your mouth.

“spit on me”, you whine, opening your mouth for him. He pauses to think it over, it's the first time you've ever requested him to spit on you. He obliges, spit landing on your tongue, then reconnects your lips. He pushes his fingers inside you as his kisses get messier. He has you pressed against his friend's bedroom wall, fingering you and you cling to him.

“if you're good and cum for me now, I'll take you home and fuck you properly.” he growls moving his kisses to your neck. “I'll be as nasty as you want me to be. I'll spit on that pretty pussy before I eat it. I'll make a real mess of you” He's usually mouthy during sex but he's never dirty talked like this before. You're both desperate and he grinds against your leg as he works you to your orgasm.

You cum almost immediately, legs shaking as he holds you upright. He kisses you, sucking on your tongue as he lets you ride out your orgasm. He sucks his fingers into his mouth and walks out of the party, not even bothering to say goodbye to the host. He has something much more appealing in his mind.

Keishin Ukai - begging

Keishin leans back against the sofa, staring at you with a smug grin on his face as you ride his cock. In the heat of an argument, you had told him you didn't need him to get off, that you could do all the work yourself. After talking through your petty argument, he found the comment lingering in his head so he decided to prove you wrong. He kissed all over your pretty skin, spoke soft words and got you all worked up, only to sit back and tell you that if you want to cum then you have to do it yourself or take back what you said. You, ever the stubborn type, accepted his terms and took the reins for once. His cock feels so good, reaching all the deepest spots inside you.

“feels so good” Your voice comes out as an airy whine, and your boyfriend tries his best to keep his composure as you clench around him. Your hand presses into his bare shoulders to use as leverage to keep your hips moving. After a few minutes, the muscles in your thighs start to burn, and you slow down, choosing to grind down on him instead of bounce. Keishin notices what you're doing and laughs, trying his best not to show you how affected he is.

“I thought you could do it all yourself. What's wrong, baby?” he asks condescendingly. Your thighs shake slightly as you will yourself to keep moving. “If you want me to take over, all you have to do is tell me how much you need me”, He says in a smug sing-song voice. You groan, you don't want to admit defeat, but if your boyfriend doesn't put you on your back and fuck your brains out, then you might combust.

“Please, Keishin”, you beg, “I need you so bad. Want you to pin me down and fuck me” He's never heard you beg before, but the way your voice trembles when like you're so desperate for him you're going to cry flips a switch inside him, and he happily turns you so you're laying with your back against the sofa cushions.

“Don't you worry, baby I got you.”

Kotaro Bokuto - size kink

Your boyfriend's size was always a major turn-on for you, but he never gave your size difference much thought until now. Bokuto has you in his arms, fucking you against the wall.

“You take me so well, pussy was made for me”, He moans in your ear. You hold on to him the best you can as he stretches you out. The way your pussy is clenching around him has him seeing stars.

“You're so big, Kou”, you whine, and he almost cums on the spot. He's used to compliments about the size of his muscles, but the way you cry out about the size of his cock and struggle to take him full ignites a different kind of fire within him.

“You can take me; you always do”, he growls. He's always sensitive, your tight pussy brings him to the edge fast, but he tries to hold off as he makes you cum with him. His grip tightens around you as he puts you on the bed. He leans over you fucking you harder. He dwarfs you in size, which is made clearer by the way you're hidden in his shadow. If someone were to walk in, they might not even see you. His size makes him feel like he can protect you no matter what and fuels his pride. His words are slurred and garbled together as his hips rut wildly into you. You're both close, and it doesn't take long for you to cum. Bokuto follows soon after, unable to withstand the way your pussy pulses around his huge cock, and he fills you up with cum.

“Fuck”, you groan, dragging out the vowel. “Sometimes it scares me how much you stretch me out. You're too big,” you whine, clenching around him again. He hasn't moved from inside you, opting instead to squish you slightly. You don't miss the way his cock twitches when he compliments your size. “round two?” you ask, pulling his head up so he can look you in the eyes.

“I thought you said I was too big?” he asks playfully. He lifts himself back up to his forearms and pulls you into a sweet kiss, rocking his hips into you again.

Satori Tendou - biting

Tendou has always been a bit wild in the bedroom, and he's never afraid to bring things up with you, so when he asks mid-stroke if he can sink his sharp teeth into your skin, you don't hesitate to say yes.

He has you positioned face down, ass up. Your face is squished against the sheets as Tendou holds you down by your hair. He fucks you slow and hard to begin with, building you up to an orgasm, then holding still and tearing it away from you. You can feel his breath on your shoulder blade; he occasionally presses sloppy kisses there or lets his teeth scrape against your skin, but he has yet actually to bite down. You know it's coming, and the anticipation is making you restless that, combined with the frustration of a denied orgasm, almost has you in tears.

“‘Tori” you whine, and he softly shushes you.

“It's ok, angel. I'll make you come soon I promise” he coos, pressing another kiss to your back. His hips speed up and you feel the coil tighten in your stomach. He pays close attention to your reactions and just when you get lost in the feeling of your impending orgasm he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder blade. The sudden sting makes heat fill your body as you cum. Your legs shake and your boyfriend's skilled hands rub soothe your tired muscles. The feeling of sinking his teeth into you is ingrained in his brain and he admires the mark on your back as you catch your breath.

“That was incredible” you breathe out, cutting yourself off with a moan when Tendou runs his tongue over the teeth marks in your skin.

“You're incredible” He smiles before kissing your shoulder again.

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thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :)

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[remi-thirsts]

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 ❞

pairing: r. suna x fem!reader summary: Headcanons abt ur man who loves to record his fav girl ! content: very suggestive, established relationship, (p -> v), oral (f + m receiving), fingering, pet names (baby), cursing, filming (consensual for both parties), teasing (when is suna not teasing?), lmk if I missed anything. (kind of a soft smut release since i'm not confident)

✧ bf!suna who whips out his phone anytime you wear anything that's tight around your curves.

"Okay Rin, I'm coming out tell me what you think of this dress." He lets out an uninterested hum, because you've been in the store for at least two hours. You need a new dress for your cousin's birthday party.

When you walk out and give him a little twirl he immediately exits whatever game he was playing to pass the time and opens the camera app.

"Holy shit, look at that ass baby. Mmm and those pretty tits."

"Can you focus for like one second?

✧ bf!suna who sends you horny videos throughout the day, because he misses you.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 video attachment] look what u do to me

you -boyyyy i'm at work rn -but holy fuck... you moan so loud that i had to turn my volume down and i think i got looks from people

dookie butt 😝💖 so.... no titties ?

you ding ding ding ! you win blue balls

dookie butt 😝💖 at least send me some ass 😒

✧ bf!suna has a whole ALBUM on his phone of videos of you two fucking.

✧ bf!suna loves watching that one video where it's so shaky and you can barely tell what's going on, but he knows. He was eating you out so good, he had you back arching off of the bed, and your toes curling. You couldn't even hold the phone properly like he asked you too. Being the meanie he is he continued to harshly suck on your clit and hit your g-spot with his, long, experienced, rough fingers even after you came. You ended up squirting all over his face..

✧ bf!suna LOVES to record his dick bulging in your belly. That's how he knows he's hitting it good.

✧ bf!suna comes up with all these ridiculous scenarios/roleplays that you always seem to agree to do with him. He records ALL of them.

✧ bf!suna saves every single nude you send him, because despite what you say he thinks you're beautiful all day everyday.

✧ bf!suna sends you Twitter links asking if you wanna recreate them. Anytime he watches them he can only think about you and himself.

✧ bf!suna has no shame and will watch your homemade videos even with his friends around.

"Damn, Rin whatever yer watching must be really interestin'!" Atsumu spits sarcasm at the EJP middle blocker.

"Way more interesting than you by a long shot." Suna calmly replies which pisses his friend off even more. The blond snatches Suna's phone. Only to hand it back seconds later with a flushed face, "Gosh yer a pervert, Sunarin, a pervert."

✧ bf!suna is like a photographer when you get a new lingerie set. He'll ask you to make different poses and stand at different angles so he can get "the best possible picture"

✧ bf!suna sends you audios of him moaning because he knows you love it.

dookie butt 😝💖 [1 audio attachment] :3

you RIN. I'M MELTING WTF U SOUND SO HOT

dookie butt 😝💖 u should send something back to show ur appreciation

you 🫡

✧ bf!suna never posts or shares your videos unless you ask him too, and the ones he does share with the internet are the ones where no one can see your faces.

✧ bf!suna all in all loves you and your beauty. Every single video he's recorded is proof of that. When you watch them, you notice the little things, like how he'll prop up a pillow for you, or how he'll quietly ask if it's okay for him to keep going and whatnot. Many would think that he's just horny all the time and doesn't care about you, but he does care. Way more than haters will realize.

©𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐒 All works are written by me! Please do not copy, translate, or upload onto other sites thanks!

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[anantaru]

DAY 24 — BRAT TAMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — welt, dan heng

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, brat taming, very rough!! they're meanies, mating press, hitting it raw, spanking

𖧡 — WELT

the air inside the tenebrous room stood still as another delicious whine slithers down your tongue, instantly planing inside welt's ears as he returns to thrust into you with fervor— your hands tied up and pinned against the headboard, liquid lust glissading over your clouded expression as you luxuriate in the breathless groans from above you.

if you would being honest with yourself for just a second, acting out like a brat in order for welt to put you back in your place was all planned and calculated and you adored every second of it— yet, if he were to ask, he was wholly mean towards you, a terrible person, and ruined your fun entirely.

with your shoulders tightly pressed against the mattress, welt drapes his entire weight on top of your figure as you abruptly jolt up within a pitiful cry when he slaps across the flesh of your ass, making the skin jiggle at the mildly painful impact, "when i give you an order," he pauses, his length glistening as your cunt swallows and gushes out copious amount of your arousal mixed with his own cum to plaster it all over him— and even if he'd never admit it to you right now, this was definitely on welt's list of favorite parts to do with you;

to bring into effect on just who, out of you two, was in control.  

"i expect you to follow it obediently," he spat, referring to the scenario from earlier today where you did the exact opposite of what he asked you to do.

a loud click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth made you flinch out when welt grabbed a fistful of your ass to squeeze it tightly into his palm, thoroughly content to tease you, "..brat."

you bite back a whimper when he thrusts into you before swiveling his hips a little to grind against your clit, welt's hands working from your chest to your upper thighs before placing another harsh blow on your plush ass, and fuck, you were about to cum if he was to keep that up— your ass was on fire and the urge to shove your hips up at him to meet his pace was ringing in your body.

truly gone were the days where welt would go easy on you, believe that you're just having a bad day, needing much required space, and that there was no reason for you to behave in such an ill mannered fashion in front of him, right? but, in secret, that was the reason as to why, welt being rough and feral with you, holding you accountable for your wrong doings and bratty behavior, just the way you covertly needed it.

𖧡 — DAN HENG

dan heng was surpassingly aggravated with you tonight, quite terribly that he didn't even bother to put on a condom before shoving himself in raw, clasping his palms under your knees to press your legs against your chest— his complete weight was planted right on top of you next so you're practically folded in half, and it's stinging a little, feeling like you're about to snap in two due to the intensity of his power.

"you're awfully quiet right now," he remarks from above, his eyes since long shadowed with a darkness looming on top, a small voice in the back of his head telling him to go easy on you, but he was utterly annoyed, unable to think past it, "not like earlier where you had so much to share."

dan heng slowly sinks into you before drawing himself away right afterwards, giving you the impression that he will tease you to your very core tonight and delay your climax— yet, the moment you thought you had figured out his plan all along, dan heng sinks all the way back with a rough snap, and his pace was brutal, precisely tearing past the constricted ring on your hole as he set a steady tempo instantly, rough and deep, and it felt divine when he filled you over and over until you're hiccuping needfully at the pressing tension on your used core.

"apologize," he grunts, "now," and he always adjusts the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly so he could be sure he was hitting that one spot of yours,

"—for being a brat tonight."

"no, no, no," you quietly mewl under his warm body, your lips curved into the brattiest grin dan heng has ever seen as your hands drop to the bed sheets to squeeze the linen for a better hold.

despite you struggling to catch your breath and being so incredibly vocal due to his fast thrusts and drags of a heavy cock pressing in and out of your clamping hole— you wanted more, contemplating if you should just never apologize to him entirely, aggravate your handsome boyfriend just a bit more until you're able to indulge in this devilish side of him— while he continues to fuck you into the mattress without a single shred of pity in his delirious eyes, strong hips repeatedly pressing into your sore hole each time he bottoms out.

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[faevi]

GUNSHOT OF LOVE. - (gojo smut)

Scenario: You trust Gojo Satoru so much, even if he has a gun to your head. You'd do anything he says, with or without the gun. That's true love & loyalty.

Word Count: 10,167.

Content / Trigger Warning: PLEASE READ ALL OF THEM. female reader (she/her), DARK CONTENT, GUN-PLAY(!!); sucking on it, weapon touching intimate areas, pulling the trigger (no actual bullets), etc. threats; including death threats(!!), degradation, humiliation, pet-names, praise, spanking, tit slapping, dacryphilia/crying, sex over a desk (being bent over it), fear play, power play, blowjob, throat-fucking, spit, cum, blindfolded, bdsm, dominance submission, obeying orders, hair pulling, bruising, being marked up, lingerie, everything is very much consensual and planned, mean satoru, big dick satoru, unprotected sex, creampie, penetration, daddy kink, wth do i warn, lots of aftercare and love afterwards <33

I think that’s everything? Please kindly (heavy emphasis on the kindly) let me know if I missed anything!! It’s not my intention to.

Note: Firstly, EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL!!!!!!!!! It’s implied that the whole gun-play was discussed before, ok. Different kinks exist and it’s clearly a BDSM based scene. Not vanilla at all. Also idk about others but I have fun reading kinks (obviously not every single one, i do have limits like others) that I wouldn't ever do myself, so. It's fiction and reading be fun. Not my best writing (again). Always room for improvement. Please ignore any mistakes because I didn’t edit it afterwards dkfjgfd. Please don’t come at me if this isn’t for you - I have plenty of warnings and it’s dark content so :’), it’s to be expected. Satoru is a bit of a meanie during it but I swear he’s super sweet after <333 Please let me know if you enjoyed it ; - ;. I will try to do better for the next piece.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

You’re kneeling in his office, shivering and blindfolded. He’s forgotten about the window. The gentle breeze coming through the slightly ajar window, embracing you and you found yourself wishing for his warmth to smother you instead. Now isn’t the time. Especially with his red satin tie around your head, blinding you. You could barely glance down to see your body. He’s currently out of his home office to deal with something. Only giving you one order to obey. Kneel and stay put. He’ll know if you move.

It’s impossible to disobey Gojo Satoru.

Especially since you’re the one chasing him, craving not only his attention but his touch. You’re only wearing lingerie; laced and black. It was to surprise him when he was sitting in his office, typing away and boy did it surprise him. Your lips still feel a pleasant tingle from the searing kiss he gave you before his phone rang. You sigh softly, impatience rising and your knees start to ache from having to kneel directly against the wooden floor. Hands rest behind your back, fingers laced together and squeezing so tightly to try and contain your excitement. Satoru will return soon. So, you wait.

You straighten your back when you hear the small creak of the office door opening, sock-covered feet padding lightly against the floor until you sense someone towering above you from behind. The white-haired male gazes down at you, eyes clouded with a mixture of lust and admiration he holds for you. You didn’t move, it seems. Heart swelling up with pride, Satoru’s long fingers stroke along your hair on the top of your head. Nice and calm. Soothing.

“You listen to me so well, Y/N.” Satoru praises, nails scraping along your scalp until a soft whine leaves your lips. “Though, I do remember saying to not distract me today. You couldn’t resist it.” He sighs, crouching down behind you. Even when he’s at almost the same level as you, it always feels like he’s towering above you. Blindfold or not, you’re not blind to that. “You’re lucky that I adore you so much.” He whispers, long fingers trailing along your bare arm, grinning to himself when he witnesses you squirm from his touch.

“Daddy—“ You breathe out, tongue lolling out as you struggle with containing yourself. Your thirst for the taller male continues to grow, and your sense of touch is only heightened when your sense of sight is temporarily forbidden. With both hands now, his fingers continue to soothingly stroke along your bare arms from behind you. It’s featherlight and you couldn’t help but wonder what Satoru will surprise you with.

“It’s a good thing that I have work wrapped around my finger, they won’t question why I ended early today. Although, it’s you who is utterly tangled when it comes to me. Isn’t that right, baby girl? You’ll do anything I say. No matter how scary or dangerous it is.” He whispers low against your ear, warm breath fanning against it. His large hands now cup your breasts from behind, fondling with the soft mounds and not bothered by the fabric. You feel flustered because he’s right. You’d do absolutely anything for this gorgeous human being. Maybe it’s because you know if you did use your safe word and he’d stop instantly; that you’d do anything. There’s no one else you trust more with your well-being or life as a whole.

“Isn’t that right?” Satoru repeats himself, just seeking reassurance before he continues. His fingers pinch your sensitive buds through the thin fabric and you whimper, thighs clenching together. “Yes, Daddy. I’d really do anything—.” You confess through your needy whimpers, eyes clenching tight beneath the satin fabric of his tie. You wish you could see the way his hands expertly grope your breasts because you swear, you could come from this alone if he continues. You’re in the palm of his hand, eager to take it all. You’re completely loyal to him and it just arouses Satoru. Especially your sweet obedience.

“Mm. Good girl.” Satoru says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he stands up behind you once more. The white-haired male isn’t afraid of showing you affection any time of the day, but especially during moments like this. Simply, to ease your mind that he still loves and cares for you. No matter what he’s going to put you through. Rough. Humiliating. Pain. Dangerous. It’s all just thrilling to you both and truth be told, Satoru is the best of both worlds to you. You get everything. The rough or the gentle. Whatever the day calls for. Maybe it’s his loving warmth that seeps through, that makes you call him Daddy rather than something formal, like ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’. It’s fitting for the white-haired male and Satoru loves it when you call him it. It didn’t matter what he was going to do, he’ll always be your Daddy.

He’s not behind you. You can somewhat sense him in the direction of the desk in his office when you hear sounds in that direction. You pout, impatience starting to seep through. You hear a drawer open and close. Is he just going to make you kneel here? Suddenly, you yelp in pain, hands instinctively coming up towards the source of pain. Satoru bunched up your hair before surprising you with a forceful yank, forcing you to lift your knees until he lets go and your knees meet a— cushion? Your heart flutters despite the pain tingling in your scalp. He cares. “Hands in your lap.” Satoru orders and you quickly oblige, fingers lacing together in your lap.

Satoru is crouching in front of you now, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your pouting lips. They’re impossible to resist. Something cold and hard brushes along your bare thigh and he watches your eyebrows furrow with confusion of what it could be. His eyes light up with something sinister and exciting. “You look so pretty for Daddy. So impossible to resist. I should just have you kneeling here and actually do work. You’d be like my own personal art for the day. Hold any pose I put you through, no matter how uncomfortable it is.” Satoru coos softly and you whine, still feeling whatever it is stroking your thigh, even prodding against your covered womanhood, panties already drenched with your juices. “Maybe I’ll take you to work and force you to do that. You might feel humiliated with so many eyes on you but I’d be so proud to show off what’s mine.” He says, voice laced with his usual amusement. You huff a little, embarrassed yet aroused at the idea. You really would do anything for him.

“Part your legs and stay still.” He orders with a sweet kiss to your temple. Head cocking slightly in confusion, you willingly spread your legs far enough but still able to keep your knees against the comfortable pillow. The mysterious object in his hand brushes along your inner thigh before pressing against your womanhood and you gasp sharply, feeling the cold… metal, even through the thin fabric. Whatever it is, feels good against your needy pussy. Especially when Satoru presses more firmly until your slick-covered folds manage to spread despite the panties and the object presses against your sensitive clit. “A-Ah..” You gasp out softly from feeling a surge of pleasure wash over you as the foreign object rubs your clit slowly in a circular motion. You feel your clit throb beneath the touch, whining as pleasure continues to spread through you, leaving you to crave more of it. You’ve always been sensitive so it’s a difficult task to keep your legs apart.

Satoru loves to watch you struggle before him. He continues to rub the edge of the object against your throbbing clit, eyes fixated on your quivering thighs and how the panties weren’t enough to stop your juices from seeping out further and with the use of the metal object, Satoru smears the juices across your inner thighs. You clench your fists tightly, your mind racing with thoughts you’re barely able to process. You would have been ultra-sensitive to his warm touch alone, but the object just sparks your sensitivity further, only wishing you could know what it is. Some sex toy?

Your brows stay furrowed and Satoru laughs, delighted by your needy reactions. “Bet my pretty whore just wants to know what it is, hm? Patience. I’ve barely touched you.” He sighs out heavily and you feel somewhat embarrassed to be so reactive, face feeling hot. “Daddy, I just miss seeing your face..” You whisper breathlessly, nose crinkling as a pathetic attempt to try and move the tie around your eyes. A failure. He tied it pretty firmly. “Cuuuuute.” He coos softly, tapping the edge of the object against your bare thigh.

Satoru’s free hand cups his own cheek as his head tilts, elbow against his knee, watching you with amusement. It’s funny watching your body jerk with each slow tap, head turning towards the touch. “W-What is it?” You stutter out, unable to hide your curiosity as it grows. Satoru ignores the question for the moment, leaning back and his eyes refuse to leave you. “You’ll know soon. Take your panties off.” He orders breathlessly, his own heart pumping with excitement because fuck, he loves seeing your needy cunt before his eyes. Even if you’re pretty in lingerie.

Your fingers hook beneath the lace of your panties, hastily shifting yourself so you can tug them down the length of your legs and just as you are about to toss them, you feel his grip on them. Quickly, you let go. Without even needing him to speak an order, you move back to your original position. Kneeling on the pillows with willing legs staying apart and hands draped by your side. “Such a good girl, baby.” Satoru praises, though already sounding so distracted when his crystal blue eyes focus on your pussy.

Dripping and looking so inviting, Satoru brings your panties up to his nose and inhales sharply, groaning at the heavenly smell of your sex. His cock strains against his briefs, desperate to be relieved and touched. Your pussy clenches around nothing upon hearing his delicious groans, lips staying parted and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining. You just want to see him. “You smell so fucking good, baby. Panties drenched from being so needy, huh?” Satoru says, words muffled by the damp fabric still pressed against his lower face. He grins to himself from seeing you shyly tilt your head down and stuff the panties into the back pocket of his black slacks.

His long legs bend once more to crouch in front of you, one hand still gripping the object tightly in his hand before the other comes around to swiftly unclasp your bra. Even blind, you’d never get used to how hot the action is from the taller male. He’s taken your clothes off more times than you can count. The pads of his fingers ghost along your arm as he peels down the strap until the bra is finally off and tossed to the side. Your heart is racing, wondering what he’d do next to you, finding it even more thrilling with your ability to guess becomes non-existent when you can’t see his movements.

The tip of a mysterious object presses against the side of your breast and Satoru enjoys the sight of your squishiness. You’re still trying to figure out what it is by focusing… The end is somewhat circular and ah— You feel it start to drag between your breasts, trailing down your naked stomach and back to your dripping womanhood. Satoru could practically see the goosebumps appear, trailing after the contact the object makes and he smirks.

You start to pant softly, nails digging into your own legs. “Since when did you love to take your time so much, Daddy..” You whine, lips naturally pouting. This a silly remark on your behalf as you both know that he is never one to rush if he has time. Still, you’re only being cute to try to find out what he’s doing and what his more sinister plans may entail. “Sluts need to learn how to wait.” He sighs, sliding the object back down to where it originally was, pressing against your dripping folds.

“I’m your slut, a-ah…” You whimper out, spreading your legs further when you feel the cold metal once more gliding between your folds, thankful that panties aren’t in the way anymore. The cool sensation is only heightened from the lack of sight, leaving you all warm and tingly between your legs. Satoru is still far too calm for what he’s usually like and it leaves you dying of curiosity. What is he hiding? Whatever sex toy it is; feels so damn good as you grind against it, tiny gasps escaping from the jolts of pleasure you feel when it presses against your bundle of nerves. Your head is spinning, tilting back as moans of his name spill from your lips.

Satoru watches hungrily as you turn into a needy slut for something foreign between your legs, gaze never leaving as your hips begin to pick up the pace as you hump against the metal object, only warming it up with your sweet slick and keeping it against your hot pussy. His own lips parted in silent awe, head hanging forward and refusing to look away. Sometimes it’s moments like this where he wonders how he managed to score you for his selfish self. Eventually, he pulls it away and stands up to tower above you.

Sad sounds instantly part from you, feeling despair from the lack of that pleasure and your pussy clenches around nothing, clearly desperate to be filled up. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” Satoru asks, voice nothing but serious and a hint of excitement. You blink beneath the blindfold, shifting on your knees before your lips curl up to form a genuine smile, heart fuzzy and warm. “I trust you with my life.” You breathe out softly.

“Take your blindfold off, then.”

Finally. Your hands come up, first attempting the knot behind your head and it takes a moment but you manage to tug it free, untying the knot and keeping your eyes closed as the tie drops, draping along the front of your naked thighs. You open your eyes and deep fear momentarily crashes into you hard.

There’s a gun pointing at your forehead, dripping with your juices and just beyond the semi-automatic pistol, is Gojo Satoru smiling wide at you, eyes full-blown with carnal desire. The sight of him eases your fear, even if he does look rather manic with a gun to your head. Your trust and love for him far outweigh the fear you briefly felt. Besides… why is your cunt dripping more than ever and your heart pumping excitement through you? This is beyond dangerous and yet, you want it with him.

The pad of his index finger lightly caresses the trigger, pressing the barrel of the gun against your forehead. Your breath hitches, body starts to tremble. One pull and you’d be gone. It still doesn’t truly shake you to your core. You’re terrified. Natural to be so scared when there’s a gun to your head and yet, you also can’t shake away how aroused it feels to be forced into a position where all you can do is trust and obey Satoru. His head tilts forward, looking down at you through strands of white hair. Having you in such a vulnerable position is a blessing to him. It’s a right that only he gets the privilege of seeing. A privilege to put you through. “You look so scared, baby. Daddy won’t pull the trigger if you just follow orders.” He purrs, voice low and strained. The barrel of the gun now travels lightly down the length of your face before nudging against your pretty lips.

“Suck it.”

You whimper softly, eyes almost going cross-eyed as you try to look towards the barrel of the gun. Instead, you focus on his fierce grip on the weapon, baffled by how a large hand alone can look so hot when it’s steady and having control over something so dangerous. With a nudge to your lips, you press a sloppy kiss to the tip, glancing up towards Satoru’s face as you drag your tongue directly over the hole. You notice that his finger isn’t on the trigger anymore and assume it’s because you actually obey what he said.

“Daddy..” You whisper breathlessly, swirling your tongue around the end of the pistol. It’s not as smooth and easy to do compared to when you suck Satoru’s pretty dick. It doesn’t taste as pleasant either. Cold metal against your tongue as you drag your parted lips along the side of it until you make contact with his hand. You keep your eyes on the tall male, tongue dancing along the gun, drool coating it before you repeat the same teasing action along the other side, your heart still racing from the fact that this weapon could end you.

Your lips meet the barrel of the pistol and you look up at Satoru. Silently, he nudges it against your saliva-coated lips and you’re quick to obey. Your lips wrap snugly around the tip, metallic taste filling your mouth already as you suck on the end gently, moans muffled. Satoru curses beneath his breath, hand reaching out to tenderly stroke along your hair. He’s so very pleased that you've proven his words to be right. That you really would absolutely do anything for him. Hell, he’s sure you’d even die for him and to have someone that loving and loyal to him? To no one else? Fuck, his cock throbs harder than ever before. You look cute in his eyes as you suck on the end of his pistol. It usually sits in his side drawer, but seeing you enter his office in lingerie? It just called to him.

It’s a bit difficult compared to sucking his cock. The sliding of your mouth isn’t as easy, yet you don’t care. You still feel desperate to please the white-haired male. With your jar relaxed, you bob your mouth up and down half the length of the gun, having to keep your mouth wider to be able to fit the awkward size comfortably.

Mindlessly, his free hand begins to palm himself through his slacks and groans quietly from the friction of fabric rubbing against his pulsating cock. He begins to push the gun further into your mouth until the open end presses against the back of your throat. You gag loudly, throat muscles constricting around the metal object and it causes your eyes to sting from feeling your throat ache, scraping against the pistol. “Keep it in.” He sighs out softly and you have to breathe heavily through your nose, lack of oxygen evident from having a gun deep in your mouth. His crystal blue eyes are wide and heavy with lust as they focus entirely on you and the heavenly sight of you choking on his weapon. His finger caresses along the trigger and you whimper, completely muffled. You continue to try and swallow around the pistol until finally, Satoru relents.

Satoru slowly slides the pistol along the flat of your tongue until he pulls it away entirely. You inhale sharply, a string of saliva connected from your lips to the barrel of the gun. You couldn’t stop yourself from dry-heaving, trying to inhale the oxygen you briefly missed. His free hand reaches to tenderly stroke along your hair, lips curling to form a playful grin. “Good girl, baby. Look at you, dripping all over my office.” He comments, shifting his foot until he taps it against your dripping cunt and you whimper from the jolt of pleasure that shifts through you. Your juices drip slowly onto the wooden floor from how excited you feel, despite the aroused terror you also feel from the gun still being pointed at you.

It’s coated in your saliva still, Satoru isn’t bothered to wipe it clean. Instead, his free hand begins to unbuckle his belt. He pauses, noticing how your fingers twitch by your sides. The white-haired male chuckles, delighted by how you’re always so eager to please him. “Go on, then.” He says, tapping the end of the pistol against your forehead as further encouragement for you. You waste no time. Hastily, your trembling hands come up to finish unbuckling his belt and swiftly sliding it out of the loops to drop it on the floor beside his feet. You look up at him, admiring his beauty as you curl your fingers beneath the slacks and briefs. Your hand unzips the front and you begin to pull his bottoms done until finally, his cock springs free. Satoru steps out of the bottoms and kicks them to the side.

You practically drool at the pretty sight of his thick, long cock throbbing in front of your face. “I don’t even need to threaten you. You’re an eager slut, already drooling.” He sighs out dramatically, nudging the barrel against your cheek, making it squish. You flush with embarrassment, though you can’t retaliate. Gun or not, Satoru is right. The pillow beneath you is already damp because of your dripping cunt. Long lashes flutter and you waste no time to wrap your soft lips around the leaking head of his throbbing cock. Briefly, you tease the tip with your tongue, swirling it around and lapping up the pre-cum, hot moans muffled.

Satoru breathes in sharply between his clenched teeth, cock twitching in response to your teasing. His free hand grips firmly onto your hair and roughly yanks you forward as his hips push out, forcing his pulsating length down your throat further. You whimper, thankful that your mouth isn’t filled with the taste of metallic this time and instead with something else that you love to taste. Your tongue rubs along the underside of his cock, keeping your jaw loose as he guides your head with ease by the fierce grip on your hair, mouth bobbing up and down the entire length.

You couldn’t breathe properly, throat muscles constricting every time he slides deep enough, only leaving you to gag loudly and fucking into the saliva that gathers. It feels heavenly to him. Addicting, too. To feel the soft squishiness of your cheeks rubbing against his cock as he continues to fuck your mouth onto his cock, hips meeting each time. Tears sting every time you feel the throbbing cock push down the length of your throat until your nose presses against smooth skin. It’s even harder to breathe through your nose when it happens, the lack of oxygen making your head feel all light and floaty. Eyes roll, saliva dribbling down your chin and you could feel the edge of the gun still pressed to your forehead, his heavy pants and you choking on his cock filling the air.

You trust him. Trust overwhelming any sense of fear you have about the weapon in his hand, though it will always look menacing in his grip. People would find you to be a freak for also being aroused by it at all, clit throbbing and walls clenching with the need to be filled up. “Fucking hell— fuck. Every hole of yours made for Daddy, huh?” He groans, his stomach starting to tighten with the need to orgasm. He’d rather not. Satoru is more eager when it comes to seeing his white sticky cum dripping from your fucked out cunt. Your hands stay by your side in fists as a pitiful way to try and contain yourself, feeling high off of his words alone. His hand shifts to the back of your head, thrusting deep and forcing you to take every inch of his length once more, not allowing you to move. You stay there, scrunched nose against his stomach as swallow around his cock, throat muscles squeezing around it before he pulls you off quickly, moaning your name.

You begin sputtering and dry-heaving, desperate for the oxygen to flow back. It’s complete bliss when you breathe, throat aching from the sweet abuse. Strings of spit connect your lips to the shiny tip, coated with a mixture of pre-cum and your spit. “Ah~..” You exhale out shakily, looking up at the white-haired male with complete awe. Only he can ever treat you like this and get away with it. It’s thrilling. Hot, even. The gun momentarily dangles loosely from his hand, inhaling slow deep breaths as he looks down at you, admiring how pretty you look on your knees, already looking fucked before he even stuffs you full. Satoru’s lips curl to display a wicked grin.

“My pretty princess, all mine to play with and not a single complaint. I could shoot you and you’d still be desperate to obey me and give me pleasure.” He teases through a coo, waving the gun in your face briefly. Your puffy lips form a cute pout, whining. “Daddy sees right through me. Just want Daddy’s cock so bad..” You whisper, voice breathless and ragged. Satoru hums, long fingers dragging through his white hair before he raises the weapon once more. “You expect me to get to your level to fuck your tight pussy? Bend yourself over the desk.” He orders barrel nudging once more against your forehead.

Frantically, you stumble to your feet. You feel relief for your knees because, despite a pillow, they were starting to ache. Still panting from the result of your mouth being fucked, you make your way to his desk on shaky legs. Funny how he already has you in such a state just from kneeling for too long. “Haven’t even fucked you yet.” Satoru snorts with amusement, though silently endeared as he walks behind you, free hand gripping your hip as he guides you forward. Your eyes make contact with his belongings across the desk. “Daddy, what about your—“

Your words are instantly cut off as you watch Satoru swipe his arm across the desk until everything lands on the ground. Thankfully there is a rug beneath his desk to lessen the damage. Not that you care— That was extremely hot and before you could express that, his large hand firmly grips the back of your head to force you down, upper body bending until the side of your face is pressed against the wooden desk and you whimper, feeling a dull throb. “Baby girl~, looking even more enticing.” Satoru purrs, tapping the end of the gun against the desk beside your head. You couldn’t help but tremble beneath his grip, eyes focusing on the weapon next to you, noticing how his finger once more caressed the trigger as he shifted the angle of it to face you.

Automatic fear washes over you, soon turning into excitement that drips from between your legs. Your trust in him only deepens as you begin to teasingly sway your hips. Satoru drags the barrel along his now empty desk, crystal blue eyes refusing to look away from the seductive sight of your ass. His free hand gently glides down the length of your body, neatly trimmed nails grazing along your naked back. “You’re so pretty, Y/N. Especially like this, as if you were made to be bent over my desk and take my big cock in any hole of yours.” Satoru says and you could practically hear the cocky smirk in his voice. Your thighs squeeze together, cheeks heating up. He isn’t wrong. That’s what you often think about. How you were born into this world to belong to the white-haired male, to feel excitement and pleasure as you do anything he wants. Your fetishes and kinks always line up with his. You glance towards the gun that appears, even more, shinier because of your sweet juices mixed with your saliva. You bite back a small smile. You were made for each other.

His large hand grasps your right ass cheek firmly, squeezing harshly enough to coax sweet mewls out of you and to, naturally, admire the way your ass fills up the gaps between his fingers. Fucking hell, he loves your ass. He brings his hand back, hovering before he brings it back to the surface of your ass swiftly, slapping your ass cheek firmly. You whimper, feeling the sweet sting spread across your cheek. He alternates his harsh spanks from cheek to cheek, grinning almost like a maniac as he enjoys the joyful sight of your ass cheeks jiggling before his very eyes. His palm starts to feel numb and yet it doesn’t stop him. Nor do the tears that glue to your long lashes as your gaze stays fixated on the automated pistol pointed in your direction, looking so menacing. Spank after spank, the impact each time his hand lands seems to be harder than before, causing you to squirm on the spot and bite back your sobbing. The pain by Satoru’s hands feels so good.

You gasp out sharply when nails scrape over your burning skin, knowing that light bruises were already beginning to form from how hard he hit your ass cheeks. “What are you doing just laying there, princess? It’s like you’re asking me to pull the trigger and leave you here to bleed.” Satoru murmurs, dragging the edge of the gun across the table before you feel the cold metal, slicked with your saliva and juices; pressing against your bruises ass cheek. “If you don’t show me how much you want me..” He warns, finger tapping lightly on the trigger.

Hastily, ignoring how the deathly threats invoked some sort of wild excitement out of you, your hands come back towards your throbbing ass and you whimper softly, hands trying to gently cup across the surface of your ass and spreading your cheeks wide enough to finally reveal your both of your holes. Your pussy is on full display, folds parted and strings of your slick attached to them. Satoru grins, ignoring your whimper as his free hand soothingly rubs along your waist. “Such a good girl, baby. Always obeying me... You’re just a little dumb, s’all. Need Daddy to always guide you through it.” The white-haired male purrs, feeling daring enough to press the tip of the pistol directly against your puckered asshole and chuckles when he sees it clench. “Scared I’m going to fuck your asshole with my gun, baby? Would you prefer my cock?“

You nod your head eagerly to the thought, heat rising to your cheeks and nails dig lightly into your own flesh, keeping your ass cheeks spread. He laughs and you’re delighted to hear it, unable to stop your lips from curling. “Just love Daddy’s cock so much, made to fill my holes up..” You mumble, breath hitching when the edge of the gun presses further against your asshole. You shiver, not knowing what to expect as he drags the metal object down between your ass cheeks and rubbing once more against your folds.

He loves it, really. You looking so vulnerable. Scared by the gun and yet confused for being aroused. This power that he holds over you is so addicting; something he’ll always want to chase. The dominance to pair with your submissiveness. Satoru snaps out of his trance, placing the gun on the desk and finally gripping your waist with two hands. “Keep being my perfect girl, don’t think I won’t pick it back up and hurt you. Have you crying for me, begging for me to stop the pain. Hm? Only Daddy would be able to help you, isn’t that right?” He says, voice low and soothing as his hands come down to squeeze over your own hands that keep you spread for him.

Your heart flutters and all you can do is helplessly nod. Satoru soaks it all in. The sinful sight of you bent over his desk, sweet juices smeared along your inner thighs and dripping from your core. It’s a miracle that he’s even able to hold himself back when he’s desperate to slam himself inside of you with no warning and have you choke on your pretty tears. One hand grips the base of his cock as he guides himself forward until he’s grinding his erection against you. A heavy sigh falls from his soft lips, head tilting back as he focuses on the feeling of his length rubbing between your slippery folds, each slide so smooth from your slick. His bulbous tip leaks pre-cum that smears along your cunt, pressing against your needy hole, finally. You whine, nails scraping once more across your bruised ass cheeks that leave a burning sensation across the numb flesh, wiggling back to show your eagerness for his cock.

You still find yourself nervously glancing towards the gun that rests about thirty centimetres away. One false move and your beloved Satoru could pick it up, having every right to. Yes, you’re so willing and thankful to give him that much power. To hand over all the control to the white-haired male and deeply trust him in return. He spoils you, deep down. Cares for you. Loves you. It’s only right to be loyal and obedient. Hell, it makes it so much more thrilling. One of his large hands caresses along your bare back again, his gaze fixated on your face and so he knows where you continue to glance. It makes his cock throb with so much excitement, seeing you nervous and yet, determined to behave.

“Your trust in me, Y/N…” Satoru trails off, his own blue eyes focusing on his cock, perfectly lined up and ready. It already glistens beneath the office light from being coated in your mess. You squirm a little, wondering what exactly he wants to say and— “Ah!” You strangle out a cry of surprise laced with pleasure & pain when you suddenly feel his cock pushing in deep, hard and fast. He didn't 'prepare' you with his fingers like he usually does; to coax you into relaxing and being able to adjust comfortably when something bigger enters. Not that it's usually needed. He just knows you love the feeling of his long, slender fingers. Still, the pain of your walls stretching only adds to the thrill. Satoru slams his throbbing length into you, hips snapping forward and nails digging into your soft flesh as he groans your name out in pleasure, head tilting back. “It’s so arousing—.” He finally manages to finish between heavy pants, already feeling your warm velvety walls cling right around his erection and squeezing.

“Daddy, oh—, nngh... So big—“ You whimper out, eyes closing tightly and your words only make his ego inflate, leaving him to grin down at your naked body beneath him. “Yeah? Daddy’s so big that he’s filling you right up. Don’t deny that it feels good, baby girl. I don’t like my good girl to lie to me.” He teases, hands soothingly stroking your sides. Satoru wastes no time. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust or get comfortable as he begins to thrust, nice and slow. You lay there obedient and eager to take his monstrous-sized cock, even if the stretch of your inner walls still hurt. Your cheek presses against the surface of the desk and if it wasn’t for his fierce grip on your hips, your body would have been jerking forward with each hard thrust.

The pain begins to subside already, replaced with the pleasure you often chase for. His cock sliding in and out with ease, all thanks to how deeply aroused you are. Satoru pathetically tries to contain himself by digging his nails into your flesh, muscles tensing up as he watches his cock disappear inside your needy cunt with deep fascination. “Fucking— tight.” He pants out as he feels your warm walls drag along his throbbing length as if eager to keep him buried deep inside. You squeeze around his thickness, feeling utter bliss and too deep in the pleasure to even feel flustered from the squelching your pussy makes every time he pulls out, only to push back in. “Nn, Daddy~.” You moan out happily, mind blank as you nuzzle the hard wooden desk.

Satoru laughs breathlessly, pulling back until only the bulbous tip of his cock stays inside your warmth. Naturally, a whine of complaint falls from your lips and you try to wiggle back onto his cock. His hands easily hold you in place and you yelp with surprise when he swats your ass cheek. “Fucking whore, always so greedy for Daddy’s cock. The dumb girl can’t even think of anything else. huh? Isn’t that right? So cock obsessed that you’d just lay all day with your legs open to show off your slutty pussy. Want Daddy to fuck you, baby girl? Hm?” The filthy, degrading words fall easily from his lips and you flush with humiliation. It only drives your lust further and deeper. You feel pathetic to know that it’s true. You don’t care in the end— You just want his fat cock in your tight pussy.

“Daddy, please~. Fuck your personal toy. I’m such a whore for your thick cock, a-ah!” You cry out in sweet ecstasy when he slams into you, arching your back into the air. Instantly, he’s leaning down until his toned body is pressing against yours, hand groping your breast and squeezing harshly. He’s grinding his cock into you, leaving you feeling so drunk off the pleasure as moans spill easily from your swollen lips. “That’s it, baby girl. Take all of me.” He whispers against your ear, shivering from his hot breath and teasing tongue against your earlobe. Satoru continues to grind hard, addicted to the way your inner walls seem to desperately try to cling to his throbbing length, only for your juices to make each thrust so easy. He massages your breasts, taking his time with each and it leaves your legs trembling. His hand comes down until he presses just above your womanhood, groaning softly from feeling his own cock make you bulge.

You whimper from feeling his hand pressing down, tears glued to your long lashes. Everything just feels so good! You could barely contain yourself even if you wanted to. Satoru adores seeing you already unravel before him and it prompts the desire to see more. Satoru carefully slides out of your core and you pout, hole clenching around nothing. The white-haired male’s lips are curled to form a smile of amusement, hand slapping easily against your wet cunt as you keep your legs spread. “Patience, princess.” He says, enjoying the soft cries that escape you from his slap.

Satoru’s thick and heavy cock continues to throb and he grips your wrists firmly to tug you upwards. “Eh?” You question, though happily obeying as he controls your movements. With not needing to use much of his strength, Satoru easily manhandles you. He twists you around until you’re facing him and hoists you up onto his near-empty desk. The gun still lying near one of the corners. “Not even trying to help Daddy here, I guess you really do love me handling you.” He sighs, a chaste kiss to your forehead before his hand pushes against your shoulder and your back meets the flat surface of the desk.

Your eyes are wide from feeling the impact, gazing up at him with lust and legs open, your body looking so inviting for him. Always. Satoru wastes no time. He’s too eager to feel you around him again and so with his hand at the base of his cock, he guides himself back in. Tip pressed against your hole before sinking in entirely, coaxing mewls to spill from your needy lips. Satoru shivers, feeling you squeeze around his erection once more. Your hands grip weakly onto the edge of the desk as Satoru starts to thrust fast and deep. You moan out in enjoyment when you feel his cock stretching you out every time he slams into you, eyes rolling back and lips staying parted. His crystal blue eyes refuse to leave your face as he pounds relentlessly into you, heavy pants mixed with eager grunts and groans parting from him.

The white-haired male never gives in, no matter how good it feels to have your walls wrapped snug and tight around his pulsating cock. Satoru continues to thrust hard and fast, skin slapping against skin echoing off the empty office walls. Your breasts bounce with each pounding of his length, the office desk creaking beneath you. “Daddy!” You choke out in ecstasy, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. It only drives him further to witness you in such a delicious state; utterly drunk off of his cock alone. One hand comes down to your pussy, thumb pressing against your throbbing clit to rub teasingly in circles.

Electrifying jolts surge through your body from the contact to the sensitive nub, face scrunching up as you cry out for the taller male, clenching around his cock that continues to pound into you with no mercy. Every touch, every thrust of his is so damn thrilling that your body only chases for more, even as you start to feel delirious. Sweat lightly coats your body, tiny yelps escaping your swollen lips as his other hand slaps your breasts which continue to jiggle, thanks to his cock slamming deep into your core. “Da-ah~ Nnghh..” You babble out, cheeks glistening from your tears. Satoru is panting heavily, not minding the numb tingle in his palm as he slaps your breasts in time with his thrusts. Fuck, he swears he’s never felt anyone or anything so damn perfect before. The way your velvety inner walls cling onto his cock as if desperate to keep him buried inside of you; keep you full to the brim.

You both can sense the ultimate highs coming and yet, he refuses to give in just yet. It’s almost like magic to see how fast his throbbing cock disappears and your dripping cunt taking every inch, always stretching right around and squeezing. One hand steadies you against the desk, gripping onto your hip. His eyes are wide and alive with swirls of lust as his other reaches for the gun. Just that feeling of more power, that will really fucking send him over the edge. His long fingers wrap around the grip of the automated pistol. He pulls his cock out to the very tip, listening to your cute little whines. You want him back inside of you so badly and— “Ah!” You cry as he slams back in, eyes barely able to concentrate as he leans in, hovering over you as he continues to fuck you nice and deep.

So close, you’re both so close. Nearly there.

“Would you die for me, Y/N?” He pants out heavily, refusing to look away from your face that twists with innocent confusion from the question. You’re too drunk off of the pleasure to really think, though you know in your heart, what the answer is. “Yes— Yes, would die for, nn.. you, Daddy. Anything for you.” You moan, hand coming down to rest over his on your hip to squeeze. A single laugh escapes him, pleased by your answer. Loyalty really is the best in his eyes. To have you especially, be happily devoted to him. “Prove it, baby. I want you to prove it.” He says, voice low and breathless. You open your eyes when something presses to your forehead and that’s when you notice he picked up the automated pistol mid-fuck, still thrusting deep inside your dripping cunt, balls slapping against your ass.

Fear tightly tied in with the pleasure you feel, continues to surge through your body. Your eyes filled with tears almost going cross-eyed as you look at the gun, crying. You’re babbling and incoherent, nails digging into his wrist. You have to prove it. You want to prove it. To Satoru, your entire world. The metal scrapes against your forehead as your body still jerks with every pounding. Satoru feels like he could barely breathe now when your pussy clenches so tight around his length, forcing his grip on the gun to stay steady. “I’ll do it, Y/N. I’ll pull the trigger, just say you’ll die for me. Show me— Fuck, so tight... Show me your devotion.” He antagonises further, stomach muscles tensing. In his eyes, you look so pretty as a sobbing mess. All for him.

You’re blinded by the tears that spill down your cheeks, wailing mixing into moans of ecstasy. It’s so sinful, in your mind. To be so afraid and yet aroused. That your needy pussy continues to be coated in your excited slick, making it easier for him to fuck into you. “P-Pull it, Daddy! Let me show you!” You manage to stutter out in a broken cry, refusing to close your eyes as you look up at him. To look at your everything. “Fuck—” Satoru grunts out, cock aching from witnessing something so beautiful. “I’m pulling the trigger, baby. Three—” He cuts himself off, the barrel of the gun pressing firmly against your head.

Your body is shaking, your stomach hot and tight with the need to let everything go. “Daddy!” You choke out, eyes wide and cheeks stained with constant tears. “Two.” He warns, crystal blue eyes refusing to leave yours. He cocks the gun. This is it. This is when you’ll show your true devotion to the white-haired male; your lover. Satoru’s slick-covered cock slides out until only the tip stays nudged in.

“One!”

You hear the click of his finger pressing down on the trigger as he slams one final time into your tight heat and you swear there’s an explosion of stars. You come around his cock, walls fluttering before squeezing around him. Your eyes shut tightly when you hear the trigger, too deep in your feelings of ecstasy to process the reality of no bullet. The gun slams down on the table as his muscular arms wrap around your trembling figure. He’s groaning against your ear and finally spills every drop of his seed, filling you up to the brim. Your walls clench repeatedly around his thick length, eagerly milking him through his orgasm as you sob through your own. You cling onto him, legs and arms feeling like jelly as you do so. “I’ve got you, Y/N..” Satoru whispers, hand already stroking along your back as he holds you against his warm body.

It feels like a long while for you to calm down from your high, desperately holding onto the white-haired man as you sob through your orgasm, your excited mess seeping out from your pussy. It’s mixed with his own sticky cum and he’s still refusing to pull out of you. Maybe selfish of him, but he swears to himself that’s mostly focused on you. He has to. Wants to. After everything he’s just done. Reality soon crashes over you. Even when you’re deeply in love and trusting someone; it doesn’t stop the breakdown of relief. Relief mixed with guilt and confusion. Relief for being alive, that there really wasn’t any danger. Guilt for being aroused by something so dangerous in the hands of the man you love. Confusion... Why? Why did it arouse you?

Satoru makes gentle shushing sounds, not with the intention to silence you but to comfort you. Tears continue to spill down from your cheeks, nuzzling his broad shoulder in a pathetic attempt to hide. “You’re okay, baby… It’s okay. Daddy would never hurt you. Not like that, hm?” Satoru whispers lovingly. He finally relents, sliding out of you until his cum spills out of your gaping cunt and drips along the edge of the desk. Your walls clench around nothing, already missing the feeling of being full. A small hiccup escapes and you feel your body being gently rocked. “D-Daddy..” You mumble through sniffling and he pulls back a bit.

The white-haired offers a warm smile, eyes now clouded with the love he has for you. He presses a kiss to your forehead before taking hold of the gun. You couldn’t help but whimper, gaze fixated on it. “Look.” He pauses, sliding the magazine out to reveal the insides of it. Completely empty. Not a single bullet inside. Deep down, you knew that was the case. Satoru would never dare threaten you with a live weapon. It was all part of the play; something you both discussed wanting to try weeks ago. Everything was consensual… Still, you feel confused. Was it wrong to be so aroused by having your life in his hands? Trusting him completely? Satoru slots the magazine back into place with a click before setting it aside. With one hand on you, Satoru leans down to grab a bottle of water that he kept near his desk. He’s always a prepared man, even when things seem so spontaneous. He uncaps the bottle and gently guides your head away to press the edge of the bottle against your lips. You obey and take small sips of the water, thankful for the liquid to ease your sore throat.

“You’re not gross, Y/N. What you feel is completely normal, baby. It wasn’t exactly the gun that aroused you. Nor me. It was about the power exchange and trust.” The white-haired male gently explains and it surprises you; to be read so easily. Your bottom lip trembles and you pull back slightly to look up at him, tears glued to your long lashes. His heart aches at the sight, large hands tenderly cupping your cheeks as he scatters loving kisses across your forehead. “It feels weird, Daddy... I was so scared.” You confess quietly, sniffling. “But, I trust you so much. Even with my life. You’d never really do it, right?” You ask rather timidly and Satoru shakes his head quickly. He knows such thoughts are normal after an intense scene and you only deserve the best love and care afterwards.

“Would never ever. The only fear and pain we accept in this household is consensual. I love you so much, Y/N. You did so well for me.” Satoru praises, hands caressing your bare back as he smiles down at you as you continue to sit on his desk. Your heart flutters at the sight of his smile, wrapping your arms around his middle to cling onto him, burying your face against his firm chest. So warm and comforting. “I like trying new things with you. I know people would probably think of us as freaks, but I like it. You’re the only one I trust.” You mumble, voice muffled by your face refusing to pull away from his chest. Your words ease his mind and he presses a tender kiss to the top of your head. Even a dominant person in a relationship needs aftercare and to be reassured. You know that very much. Especially with Satoru. He may be intense during the scene and heavily aroused, but he’s still someone who is soft and gentle; behind all that cockiness. “I like it, too. We’re made for each other, Y/N. Thank you for trusting me… Now, come on.”

You cock your head to the side in question before you let out a soft squeal as you feel Satoru lift you up with ease. Satoru’s hands cautiously cup your ass cheeks as he walks to the closed door. You look back towards the office — items scattered across the floor and cum dripping down the table. You feel your cheeks heat up. “Shouldn’t we clean that up?” You ask quietly and Satoru laughs, warm breath tickling your neck. “I’ll clean it up later, we’re focusing on you right now. How does a bubble bath sound? Let me take care of you.” Satoru says through a dramatic whine and you can’t stop the giggle from escaping, resting your head against his broad shoulder as he carries you to the bathroom.

“You’re the best at taking care of me, Satoru.” You say through a happy sigh. He sets you down on the counter, finally shrugging off his unbuttoned shirt off properly. You watch, eyes glazed over with love as he’s preparing the bath. It’s thankfully quite big and will be able to fit both of you comfortably. Even with his long legs, that your eyes currently admire. His hand glides under the tap of running water, adjusting the temperature to the warmth that he knows you prefer. He looks back at you for a moment, noticing you looking. “Are you admiring my ass?” He teases, lips curling into a grin and you huff, looking off to the side. “Your legs, thank you very much. Though, you do have a nice ass.” You grumble and Satoru snorts.

Once the bath is prepared and nearly overflowing with bubbles, Satoru walks over to scoop you back up into his arms. “Admire all of me.” He says with a playful pout and chest puffing out. You lightly smack his muscular pecs, smiling. “Always.” You respond with a kiss to his lips as he settles both himself and you into the water. Your back is against his front as his long legs trap you within. Briefly, he tilts his head back and sighs, enjoying the warmth of the water and your body pressing against him. You nuzzle back into him happily, prompting him to smile. Quietly, he grabs a loofah, squirting your favourite scented lotion on it before he begins to scrub it gently against your arms. He firmly holds each arm up as he rubs in a circular motion, spreading the suds across your skin. You feel butterflies flutter in your stomach as he continues, feeling the loofah against your back and across your front. No one else in the past ever took care of you to such lengths.

Still, it’s not fair. “Satoru—” You begin, taking hold of the loofah once he is finished. You manage to wiggle yourself around until you’re facing him. With an eager huff, you begin to scrub against his skin and across his muscular body. Satoru’s playful gaze softens, keeping his arms up against the edge of the tub as he watches you. “Is this an excuse to touch my hot body?” He asks, unable to keep it in. You splash water at him and he laughs, leaning in to press a loving kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment.

“I get to touch your hot body whenever I want anyways.” You say as you pull away from the kiss, feeling giddy. There’s no sense of fear or insecurity within you anymore, completely comforted by the white-haired male’s presence. He loves you so perfectly. Satoru rolls his eyes as he sighs dramatically. “Yeah, I’m just a piece of meat.” He jokes, kissing you once more before wrapping his arms around you. “Just kidding.” He reassures, pulling you against him.

You both stay in the bath until the water starts to feel cold and so, Satoru stands up. He quickly dries himself off so he’s not dripping water across his apartment, wrapping the towel around his waist. He grabs an extra fluffy one for you, guiding you to stand up before he wraps it around you.

“I can dry myself—”

“No.”

You bite back a smile, now standing on the bathmat as he dries you off and even going to great lengths to squeeze the water out of your hair carefully. Satoru bends down to peck your lips, the towel now replaced with a fuzzy bath gown in your favourite colour. “Can you go to the bedroom? I’ll be quick.” Satoru promises, nudging you to the exit of the bathroom. Happily, you oblige. You walk down the long hallway— You still find yourself surprised sometimes by how big his apartment is… Bedroom, too. You push the door open to reveal the master bedroom, walking over to sit on the edge of the king-size bed that you happily share with the male.

Satoru quickly unplugged the bath before hanging your towel and leaving the bathroom. He walks in the opposite direction until he’s in the kitchen. He grabs another bottle of water from the fridge and two granola bars from the pantry. Perhaps some would think his actions during aftercare are a bit extreme. That cuddling is ‘enough’. A few nice words. To him, that’s barely anything. He remembers briefly of the past— You being surprised by how far he goes to make sure you’re okay. Maybe it’s surprising cause he doesn’t seem like the type. Not with an overly confident persona and playfulness. There will always be layers to discover when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

Once in the bedroom, Satoru walks over to set the bottle and granola bars down on the bedside table. Your gaze softens. “What if I wasn’t hungry?” You ask, allowing him to scoop you up to drop you down against the middle of the mattress, sinking into it. “Don’t care, you’ll still eat it.” Satoru says, guiding you to roll over onto your stomach. You make a questioning sound, sensing him moving away and you tilt your head to watch him. He walks over to a set of drawers to grab a pair of sweatpants, tugging them up his long legs and tucking himself in before grabbing a bottle of lotion from the top surface. “Satoruuuu, you do so much. Let me take care of you, too.” You whine and Satoru settles beside you, grinning a little. “You do plenty.” He reassures, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He slides the gown up until your ass is revealed to him and he sighs. “You do have a perfect ass. My favourite.” He says, slowly squeezing some of the lotion onto his palm and you pout. “I hope you don’t see any other asses.” You mumble, breath hitching when you feel the coldness of the lotion before he begins to massage the lotion in. “I don’t know, hard to not look at my own.” Satoru says lightly, kneading the supple flesh gently. He never wants to take any chances with bruising. The spanking was barely anything compared to what he had done before, but it will never stop Satoru. Maybe it’s an excuse to touch you further and the thought makes you giggle. Thankfully, his tender massage does ease the throbbing in your ass. Once finished, Satoru leans down to press a playful kiss to each cheek. “Mwah, mwah.”

You laugh, prompting him to grin before he tugs the gown back down and rubs his hands on his sweats. He sets the lotion aside before his firm grip rolls you back over. Satoru easily hoists you up until you’re settled against the pillows. He tugs the blankets over your lower half, making sure the pillows are nice and plump for your comfort. He joins you under the blankets, settled against the pillows next to you. His arm reaches behind you to grab one of the granola bars and drops it on your lap. “Eat.” He orders gently, now wrapping his arms around you to snuggle into you, happy to just finally embrace you in bed and relax... Not that he doesn’t love doing aftercare, he really does. Especially after an intense session. It’s just that nothing quite beats cuddling in the end. You feel extra cosy still in the bath gown to relax in and have your boyfriend clinging onto you. He’s always been the affectionate kind and you adore it.

You snack on the granola bar in a comforting silence, breaking a bit to feed to him. He happily takes it between his teeth before chewing. One hand comes up to stroke along the back of your head, smiling softly. “Feeling okay now? Do you have any regrets?” Satoru asks, needing to know. You tilt your head, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “No regrets at all, my love. I had fun and it feels comforting to know that we can be freaks together.” You say with a soft giggle and Satoru relaxes. “Agreed, my love.” He copies, keeping his arms wrapped around you. You smile, noticing his eyes closing for the moment. You briefly think back to the gun that was pointed at your forehead. Fear doesn’t flare up within you. You know that no matter what happens between you both— No matter how intense things could be; there will always be love and trust. You will always be happy and willing to try something new with the man you love. Besides, it’s not like it’s the only thing you both do. There’s plenty of gentle love-making, too. “I love you.” You mumble shyly, nibbling on the granola bar. He smiles, eyes still closed and snuggling into your warmth.

“I love you, too.”

#fae's writing #fae; writing. #fae; satoru. #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #satoru x you #jjk scenario #jjk writing #gojo scenario #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru #gojo #gojo writing #anime scenario #anime smut #minors dni #jjk x reader #jjk x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #female reader #reader insert #dark content #dc warning #dark content warning #gun warning

[catiuskaa]

ticklish, cold water nights. —bf!jisung thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

i’m an absolute simp for this man. that’s it. that’s me.

(got a bit carried away, oopsies, lol)

jisungie, who softly blinks, sitting in front of his computer screen, eyes itchy and throat dry after hours of work.

jisungie, who wants to drink water, but the bottle in his study room is empty, and the kitchen is too far away for him not to grunt at the thought.

jisungie, who grins like a naughty boy santa would think twice if he should write him down on his list, closing his laptop and waddling to your room, only a few steps away.

jisungie, who smiles like a fool at the sight of you, wearing a sweater of his and a pair of fluffy socks that he gifted you as a joke because the design looked like penguins.

jisungie, who giggles when you move your eyes away from your phone and stare at him from the bed. “Well, well, well, look who it is.” Even after a couple months dating, you still make him blush when you tease him.

jisungie, who happily plops himself down over you, his face lying on your chest until you cradle it with your hands. “Hi, cutie.” You smile, and he grins back.

jisungie, who starts peppering your face with soft kisses, his hands trailing under your—his—sweater. “Hey, lovely.” He mumbles, still focused on his task.

jisungie, whose heart flutters at your giggles. “H-hey! Y-you’re tickling me!” You playfuly start pushing him off you, but your antics don’t work against a gym bro.

jisungie, who stops to let you breathe, and you struggle to catch your breath, your cheeks red and your lungs begging for a break. “You’re a meanie.” You huff, and he kisses your forehead with a smirk.

jisungie, whose smirk grows even wider when you whine. “Baby, no!” He snorts. “Baby, yes.”

jisungie, who teases you, his fingers threatening to tickle you again, stroking your skin under your—his—sweater.

jisungie, a secret meanie. “I want water.” He starts. “And you, beautiful, want me to stop tickling you.”

jisungie, who plays his part, holding back the urge to just grab the water himself when you whine again. You’re so cute, he almost can’t help it. “Not fair!” you pout, and he coos at you.

jisungie, who grins, counting down, now resting comfortably on your bed. “Three… two… one… one and three quarters… one and a half…”

jisungie, who frowns. “No! That’s water from the sink, I want a bottle from the fridge!” You roll your eyes, and he smiles back at you, throwing a kiss.

jisungie, who is slightly confused when you bring a bottle of water— empty. “You didn’t specify if it had to be full.” You mock, sticking your tongue out at him.

jisungie, who raises from your bed and pins you up against the closet, tickling you again. “O-okay, okay! I’ll grab your stupid water!”

jisungie, who smiles cheekily when you hand him the bottle of cold water, and stops you by his side as he takes a sip.

jisungie, who smugly makes you swallow not only your snarky coments when he kisses you deeply, messily passing the water to you, but also said water.

jisungie, who softly cleans the remaining water off your lips. “There. Gorgeous and hydrated.” He teases, and you slap his butt as he cackles, both of you heading off to bed now.

~kats, who has no excuse for that ending, but has no intention of apologizing for it either lololol.

#HIM IN THIS PIC #i want to bite his cheeks #he’s so cute i love him #i could go on for YEARS #i want to kiss him till exhaustion #my little hannie #im so weak #stray kids fluff #stray kids #jisung headcanons #soft hours #stray kids headcanons #stray kids x reader #han jisung #stray kids scenarios #headcanons #skz han jisung #skz scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids han smut #stray kids han jisung #skz fluff #skz x reader #stray kids smut

[fatuismooches]

hi omg, I hope you don't mind me sending requests <3

I live for your writing sm, all of your fluffs gave me diabetes but healthier. I am a sucker for all of them, so thank you for putting your time and effort in your written works <3

I was thinking of headcanons with gn!reader and the fatui members but the reader is fragile, who can get easily sick or physically weak because of the unhealthy conditions during their childhood. I would love to think about those "meanies" (cough dottore or scara) would go insta worry mode if something bad happens to you because of your condition. Fluff or angst, I'm in love with both, I hope you don't mind about the request ^^ (you can decide platonic or romantic <3)

♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞/𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ♡

synopsis: The Harbingers are made of steel, unflinching in any possible situation. That is until they start worrying over your frail figure.

includes: all harbingers (platonic pulcinella) w/ gn! reader

notes: I really loved this request, it made me really inspired! (Probably because they'd be extra soft in this scenario and I love that...) I hope you like this nonnie!

Pierro:

He doesn’t get to see you very often with his work and whatnot. But rest assured that you are in good hands, and that even if Pierro only has a spare twenty minutes of break, he’s coming to your room or wherever you are to check up on you. He doesn’t want you to be restrained. He wants you to go and experience Snezhnaya instead of being cooped up alone all the time (with the proper guards and company of course.) He is a very stoic but kind gentleman. You’d hide in his coat while walking together and no one would know until you pop out of it and scare the recruits. He holds the doors open, pulls up the blankets to the very top. When you’re tired due to your sickness he likes to use ancient Khaenri’ahn magic to make you smile.

If you died, Pierro would feel grief that he has not felt since the destruction of his homeland. He has already lost so much that his heart had become numb a long time ago, but your death made it come flooding back. He would have some kind of small figure similar to a chess piece made of you, and he’d keep it on him. In the battle for his heart, you were always the winner. What hurt the most was that he couldn’t even be with you in your final moments, to at least confirm how much he loved you despite everything. But he promises you, he will see you again in the “Old World” after fulfilling the Tsaritsa’s dream.

Capitano:

He is really worried for you. It was such a sharp contrast - big, tall, in tip-top shape, hulking Capitano while little old you struggled to walk straight sometimes. If you sneeze or even cough once, he’s literally all over you asking you if you’re okay. He tries to do a lot of things for you by himself. He stabs the meat on your plate so hard it breaks. He accidentally spends an hour deciding what you should wear, because he didn’t realize you had this many clothes, so he needed to choose something that’d look the best on you, despite not really having any fashion sense. But at least he is very diligent with your medicine times. He literally hovers over you, unintentionally being menacing, while you drink it. It’s very cute but the first time he did it, you spat out the medicine in surprise because you opened your eyes and he was just standing there with no warning. (Don’t ask him to pour it though. Once you asked him to pour a little into the bottle’s cover. His hands were too big and it spilled on the bedsheets.) If you collapse on him, he would be internally panicking so hard. Poor guy thought he hurt you somehow. The kind of guy who paces back and forth and causes everyone around him ten times more anxiety with how he’s acting. Also, lots of rides where you hook your legs over his shoulders and your hands are on his head (I don’t know what they’re called.)

If you died, Capitano would feel like a monster. Yes, he didn’t kill you, but it still felt like your blood was on his hands. Or did he kill you? He brought ruin and destruction to everyone, did he curse you too? How did he even know you were happy with him? Did you regret it? Would you have been happier spending your days with someone else? Horrific questions dug deeper and deeper stabs into his sturdy body, weighing him down day by day. He would give up anything just to have you back in his arms, for you to reassure and caress him, that he wasn’t a demon. But it seemed like the monster part of him was taking over anyway.

Columbina:

The kind of lover who has a list of songs that remind her of you and also buys you the record so you could listen to it. Columbina thinks music can soothe and heal the soul. So everyone can frequently hear tunes coming from your room. She also has a very calming voice in general, so when you are in pain, she just talks to you. She’d gently croon you to sleep or get you to spill all of your fears about the future, and thus comfort you. Since she sings, I’m declaring that she’s pretty poetic and would write poems for you. They always include bravery, strength, and overcoming illness with love, complete with heart doodles around it.

If you died, she would create multiple songs in honor of you. At your funeral, they couldn’t go on with the proceedings for a long time because she sang for hours, thinking of you. Often, she would go to your coffin, encased in ice, and just lie on it, singing. I think she would take a piece of your clothing and attach it to her outfit or something. I just have a feeling that she has lost before, but she likes to hold that article of clothing and feel as though you are still with her. She would become lost in her thoughts a lot more than before. If you had a favorite song, Columbina could often be found humming it to herself alone. 

Dottore:

He’s a doctor. A very unethical one, but Dottore’s still extremely intelligent. He knows what you can and can’t do, your possibilities and your limits, your good days and your bad days. He doesn’t trust anyone else to monitor your progress and health. When it’s time for your walks, Dottore personally comes with you, which baffles the other Fatui who knows that virtually nothing can come between him and his research. He tells you about how his medicine for you is coming along, and while you can’t really understand any of it, you like clinging to his arm for support. When it’s time for your medicine, he administers it himself despite your whining that it’s yucky. (For you though, he would find a way to make it a flavor to your liking.) 

But even for him, illness can sometimes be unpredictable, despite his precise calculations. Which is why whenever your condition randomly takes a turn for the worse, his mood completely changes and he’s already running a bunch of tests and taking your pressure and all of the like, trying to figure out what triggered your illness. Everyone knows not to even look at him during these times. Doesn’t show it but even though he isn’t scared of anything, these little stunts are not good for him. Has notebooks dedicated to your condition and daily status updates. Nothing goes unnoticed by him. Oh, but he’ll have his clones piggyback you around when you’re too tired to walk <3.

If you died, Dottore wouldn’t show it, but he would never forgive himself. He has the power to create artificial Gods, clone himself, and so much more, but he couldn’t save you? Honestly, he would probably preserve your body through cryosleep, unable to accept your death and his failure. He keeps you in a room that no one else has access to, and just… stares at your naked body in the tube, ruminating about how much he wanted you back. Dottore’s efforts to research and master resurrection triple, and he won’t stop until he could hear your voice again. 

Pulcinella:

When you’re at your lowest because of your illness, Pulcinella always comes in and likes to tell you some roundabout story that always has a life message at the end. He’s serious with you but also likes when you have fun. Reads you stories in different voices but it’s not very good when he sounds like a grandpa in all of them. He likes to set you up with different Harbingers. They’re also like family to him so he would want them to spend time with you. It would help your mental health too, he thinks. While some are fine with it, others are less interested, let's just say Papanella has his ways.

If you died, it really felt like he lost his own child. Pulcinella loved when you came to him asking for stories. When you sometimes left the country but came back with exciting stories. He liked to joke that if an old man like him could make it for this long, you’d have to as well. He really wanted you to go and experience the world and what it had to offer, just like he did. Planning your funeral was not something he was looking forward to.

Scaramouche:

Sometimes, he can’t help but think to himself, how much of a grip a weak, frail human like you has on him. A strong breeze could probably knock you off your feet, meanwhile, he has God-like powers. Yet he feels like a fool in your presence. He complains about how needy you are but in an instant, he is ordering someone to bring you a glass of water or extra blankets. Grumbles about how fragile you are but he holds you so gently, you wonder if it’s still Scaramouche. When you’re around, he tends to keep his voice down and not yell at others, since he doesn’t want to accidentally make you feel worse. Scaramouche is still his snarky self, but it’s noticeable how much he observes you, matching his pace to yours even if you’re walking slowly as hell, stopping with you to look at the scenery.

Despite all his whining, not gonna lie, if you collapse on him, he will probably freak out. If he had a heart, it would be thump-thump-thumping, but in its place is just an ache and unsettling feeling. Instantly catches you but his mind goes to the worse, knowing how fleeting your life was. Would move faster than the speed of lightning to get you help, and would not leave for side for anything. Waking up to Scaramouche’s hand intertwined with you and his head facing down into the sheets was not something you expected. In fact, he acts more vulnerable than you, ordering you (which, in reality, is more like a plea) to get better soon.

If you died, any remnants of love and kindness would just… extinguish. Anything in sight is being thrown, crushed, electrocuted. If the sickness was caused by the Tatarigami plaguing Inazuma, he would be especially furious. He would curse everything, everyone. The God, his creator, who abandoned him and let you get this sick. The doctors who were too useless to do anything. But he would curse himself the most, for being so weak, and not being able to do anything for the one person who actually gave a damn about him, now fated to wander Teyvat by himself for eternity. (But… reincarnation AU, anyone?)

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino is a silent yet watchful and hands-on partner. She observes you closely to see if your condition is acting up, or if you’re starting to feel ill. She is the kind of person who wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen since she picks up on your cues. Often times Arlecchino would scold the orphans for bothering you so much but you’d always reassure her that you didn’t mind. Whenever you try to lie about how well you’re feeling, she always narrows her eyes at you and makes you lie back down. Nothing can get past her. I also think she has a great soup recipe due to her experience with children, so you’ll definitely be fed some good food.

If you died, it would seem that there was no change in Arlecchino to the Fatui recruits. Same stone cold face and dead eyes. Same harsh voice that spat out orders. And they would be right, outwardly at least. Inwardly, however, was a completely different story. When a wound is healing, it hurts the most when it’s targeted. If her heart wasn’t hurt before, now it felt like it was completely broken, just when you were starting to piece it back together. When she looks at the children playing, she envisions you running after them too, but the only thing there is the shadows of the kids. When she’s walking through the halls, she anticipates you trying to creep up on her unknowingly and give her a back hug, but now all she hears is her own intense footsteps. When she’s doing paperwork, she expects to see you trying to sneak sugar into her coffee… but you won’t ever be here to do those simple things again.

La Signora:

La Signora treats you like glass. She is especially overprotective of you because she greatly fears losing you. You have the best maids and servants tending to your every need. She’d rather you not exert more energy than you have to. When she’s not around, she sends her little flame moths with sweet messages to you, in hopes of making you smile. She is scared about you going out by yourself since you could get sick so easily. So whenever you need a breath of fresh air, she makes sure to bundle you up in the finest coats. Also has her moths flutter around you for heat. Signora is very tall, so I think she would like to sit you on her lap and do simple things with her. I think she secretly craves a domestic life with her lover after she was robbed of it so long ago. She’d want to play with your hair, press you into her soft chest, make origami butterflies together.

If you died, the ice that previously surrounded her heart would swallow her up again. No more teasing you, hooking her finger under your chin, and kissing you. No more mock fashion shows where she helped to dress you in the most gorgeous clothes and the two of you would pose for pictures for the Kamera. It seemed as though the Gods would tear anyone she loved away from her without hesitation. She suffered the loss of her love once, but for it to happen twice? The pain was unbearable but Rosalyne sealed her feelings up once again. Coldness and ruthlessness returned to mask her true feelings, for if she didn’t, she feared she might not be able to handle it.

Pantalone:

Pantalone wants you to see and do anything you want. You want to go to Liyue to attend the Lantern Rite? He’s clearing his schedule to come with you. You want some obscure item? He’s searching all the markets and buying it, no matter the cost. You picked up some hobby to pass the time? He’s indulging you with the most expensive and efficient equipment to help you with it. He wants you to have the most stress-free, easy, and happy life, so you can just focus on recovering and getting better. Every day, you’ll be visited by a new doctor, repeating the same old questions about how you feel, but Pantalone reassures you that they’re working on something for your health. He’s thankful that his position in the Fatui allows him to stay in Snezhnaya most of the time because he worries about you every minute of the day. The kind of guy who would have a status report on your health sent to his office every hour.

If you died, behind closed doors, his smile would immediately drop, now feeling like it was a heavy burden just to quirk his lips. He had access to the best doctors, medicines, and even bought ancient remedies long forgotten. Yet it was all fruitless. The Mora that he once loved to feel slip through his fingers sickened him. What was all the money he had worth? It couldn’t buy your life back.

Sandrone:

If you want her to, she could probably hook you up with some robotic/prosthetic limbs. But she’ll never want to make you a full robot. You’re not one of her experiments, you’re her lovely lover. At first, she was okay with you going on walks. Well, it wasn’t really a walk because a Ruin Guard just carried you in its hand. But she never did that again when the robot returned with you collapsed and unconscious. Needless to say, the project Sandrone was working on is immediately dropped and now she’s taking extra precautions. I feel as though she would hook up a camera to her caretaker robots so she can be updated on your conditions at all times. When you’re sick, Sandrone likes to make cute robot animals, (which is something she never dreamed of wasting time on before she met you) to bring you little things. Maybe photos of some scenery she took might brighten your day. Or little short but sweet notes. The one that always makes you laugh is when it brings you a clipboard to fill out your daily assessment.

If you died, it would feel like she herself turned into a robot. Wake up, experiment in her lab for an ungodly amount of hours, forget to eat and sleep. Rinse and repeat. Her life was constant now that you, the variable, were gone. Sandrone had a bed for you in her lab so you could watch her while she tinkered with some mechanical parts. It was mostly you talking while she fiddled but your voice bouncing off the walls was pleasant. But now it was silent, only the squeaking of wrenches and screwdrivers remained. She felt emptier than any puppet.

Childe:

He’s the kind of person who excitedly grips your hand and tells you about all the fun and lively activities you two will do together when your health improves. He wakes you up every morning, sunlight pouring into the room and the smell of breakfast cooking (and him in an apron.) Loves to serve you breakfast in bed, spoon-feeding you while the two of you plan what the day will be like. You want to just stay in and relax? Great, he’s got some of Teucer’s favorite story books to read together. You want to go for a stroll? He’s already got the route marked and the picnic basket ready. Childe would manage to carry you and like ten other bags at the same time just to impress you. Also, he is your personal hype man. Even when you’re terribly sick, he’s there to motivate you and sing your praises about how strong you are.

If you died, he would feel lost. The abyss snatched a piece of his heart away already, but he felt even more hollow now. You were the only thing that made Childe forget about being a weapon for the Tsaritsa for a while. When he was away on missions, he enjoyed reading your letters about how you were supposedly getting better. In the middle of a battlefield he would flip through photos of you and his heart would swell in anticipation for the future. But as Teucer and his siblings wail and cling to his legs, and it takes all of Ajax’s strength to not break down in front of them too. When he’s alone though, he silently sobs into your old clothes and bed sheets.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #capitano x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #scaramouche x reader #childe x reader #pierro x reader #columbina x reader #arlecchino x reader #la signora x reader #sandrone x reader #il dottore x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui x reader #capitano genshin #genshin dottore #pantalone genshin #fragile reader <3

[sleyu]

all i everrrr think abt is post argument over something like reader being too close to a male friend and reader being oblivious to it, n ron being lowk a lil mean abt it but he ends up feeling badd w makeup sexxxx after & soft cuddly ronn

nooo because i just saw a tik tok about this exact scenario (it was the harry potter boys react to videos<3) where you wake up late for class, and ron, who’s already sitting in the classroom waiting for you, wondering where the actual hell you are, sees you walk in late with another boy who just so happened to be late as well.

buttttt we all know ron and how jealous he can get. his jealousy prevents him from abandoning any form of reason and he automatically becomes suspicious and assumes that there’s something going on between you and that guy. you sit down beside him and before you can even smile or say ‘hi,’ to your flushed boyfriend, he immediately pulls you close and whispers, ‘who the fuck was that and why’d you both come in late.’

actually, you’d be lucky if ron actually communicated his curiosity and jealousy, because the more likely scenario would be him brushing you off and rolling his eyes every time you’d speak to him. and you would be so confused :( you woke up late, didn’t get to have breakfast or kiss your boyfriend good morning, and now he’s being a big fat meanie ? the atmosphere in the room where the two of you would be together would be simply tense. ron would either glare at you, and when he relieved you of his scowling, he’d begin glower menacingly at the boy who walked with you to class.

he genuinely doesn’t care about the idea of it being a mere coincidence if he was already in a bad mood. he gets sooo possessive, especially when he gets regularly taunted by the slytherin’s for literally everything, but ever since the two of you began dating, he just feels extra threatened and is scared that someone is gonna steal you away :( the thought of some guy even being within 5m radius to you is enough to make his blood boil and his cheeks flush.

eventually, he gets soooo antsy that he corners you in an empty corridor and demands you to tell him who he was and why you would miss your daily walks to walk in with some other guy. what’s nice about ron is that it doesn’t take much to reassure him on the spot. all you really have to do his wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tiptoes, emphasizing his height, and press a soft, loving kiss to his lips. your doe eyes, combined with a cute little pout on your lips, plus the slight tilt of your head in confusion is enough to have him apologizing for how he acted throughout the day :(

‘i’m sorry, love, it’s just—ah—i’m tense and—uh—i really missed you this morning,’ i’m sorry but he can’t communicate for shit so it’s better to just cut him off with a kiss and let him express his sorry to you physically.

hhh makeup sex with ron is so good because even after making up with him, even after all the apologies and reassuring, each thrust of his hips feels so territorial, as if he’s trying to engrave himself inside you, claiming you for himself. even though he whispers that he’s sorry and that he’ll try his best to control his feelings next time, you can still tell that the way he’s pounding into you is almost as if he’s trying to prove a point: that you’re no one else’s but his and that nothing in the world could take you away from him.

he’d groan in your ears, slow his pace to kiss you on the lips, ‘all mine, yeah? you’re all for me, y/n, aren’t you?’ HHHH

he hates himself for it, but he gets such a kick out of how small you look and how big you make him feel as he’s fucking you. your mewls, the way your eyebrows furrow, as if you’re almost overwhelmed by his size and each rut boosts his ego to the max and only makes him want to fuck you harder :( you just looks so pretty and ronald weasley is a firm believer in the fact that pretty girls deserved to get fucked well !

and you best believe, he’s leaving hickeys all over you. maybe not in places where other people can see (despite however much he wants to show the world that your his, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it if the twins or anyone else caught sight of the marks he left on you), but all over your breasts and inner thighs. it gets him going that he’s the only one who will ever get to leave marks in those places.

and let’s not forget his big finale. you best believe that after some good makeup sex, he is definitely cumming inside you. ron’s breeding kink is something we can discuss next time, but seeing his cum drip out of your abused, swollen cunt is the icing on the cake for him. as said in my previous ron fic, it completely solidifies and affirms the fact that he’s the only one who will ever be able to do that, and in years time, he dreams of getting you pregnant with his children to show the world that you’re his forever </3

#ron weasley fanfic #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x you #ron weasley smut #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x y/n #harry potter smut #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter x you #anon #ron weasley x reader

[delulujuls]

did i even ever crossed your mind? | dr3

hi, uh, i dont even know what to say on that. here comes the over 2.5k of something that could sent current feminists 100 years back or at least i tried. i based it on #icanteven by the neighbourhood and yeah, uh, please enjoy! also please lmk if i did okay here because im still learning in writing smuts so im kinda unsure how it went

minors please do not interact!

summary: daniel and his girlfriend are constantly arguing but little does he know that this time she pissed him off on purpose

warnings: arguing, calling each other names, sexual content, p in v, spanking, choking, daniel is kinda a meanie (but so do reader), they are kinda toxic tbh

pairing: gf!reader x daniel ricciardo

Daniel knew perfectly well that he wouldn't be able to close his eyes tonight.

He knew he wouldn't sleep until Y/N will return home. However, he wasn't worried that she had disappeared for long, as it wasn't their first rodeo. There had been plenty of arguments in recent weeks, so one could get used to it.

Were they proud of it? Daniel for sure wasn't. He sat in the armchair, gripping the phone in his hand. None of his messages had been read, not to mention the missed calls. Although he knew very well that Y/N's phone was buried at the bottom of her bag at this moment, she was probably busy calling him an asshole to her new friends that she just met, he couldn't pretend that she didn't matter to him. Daniel knew perfectly well the scenario that awaited them in the coming hours - he would sit in the armchair with the phone in his hand, after a while he would make himself a drink because the anger would start to dissipate. Y/N will come home in the early hours of the morning, no later than five, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes. Her mascara will be smudged under her eyes; when he'll ask her if she had been crying, she will firmly deny it. However, her eyes will be red, knowing full well that she had cried like a child in the return taxi, but she will not admit it to him. She would never show him that she was weak. But at that moment, when the man's arm will pull her towards him, she will not resist, only closing her eyes tightly and burying herself in him. They will take a shower together and go to bed, and the only remnants of the turbulent night would be the smell of cigarettes on the leather jacket thrown in disarray in the hallway.

So far, everything was going according to the familiar script. Y/N didn't answer his calls and ignored his messages, probably being in one of the local clubs, drinking shots of vodka with newly acquainted friends who probably had already heard plenty about him. Then, when after some time the anger left his body sunk into the couch, Daniel got up and went to pour himself whisky. He pressed the cold rim of the glass to his lips and leaned against the kitchen counter, glancing out the window. The sky was beginning to brighten, signaling the end of the stormy night. Daniel rubbed his face with his hand and glanced at the clock. 6:30. Y/N had never disappeared for so long before. He tightened his grip on the glass, about to return to the couch, when he heard the creak of the front door. There she is.

Daniel drank the contents of his glass in one gulp and placed it on the counter, leaving the kitchen and standing in the doorway of the hallway, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N wasn't drunk, at least she didn't look like she usually did when she returned after a night spent away from home. She was silent, her gaze lowered, pretending not to notice him silently observing her actions. She slipped off her shoes and still wearing her jacket and scarf, began to walk deeper into the house. When she passed Daniel without a word, he just sighed. But as he was inhaling air into his lungs, he didn't catch the smell of alcohol or cigarettes. Instead, he sensed something else, something that made him tense in a second. He caught the scent of men's cologne trailing behind her.

"Stop right there, immediately," he said firmly, turning over his shoulder, but she instead of complying with his command, quickened her pace. Daniel quickly caught up to her and grabbed her arm, turning her towards him. But she resisted, trying to push him away, but she didn't stand a chance against his strength. Seeing her struggling, triggered a chain reaction. Daniel knew something was definitely wrong, not thinking much, he grabbed her by the arms and pressed her firmly against the wall. She still tried to push him away, but to no avail. He easily immobilized her wrists and pressed them against her chest.

"Where have you been?" he asked when she stopped struggling. But Y/N didn't answer, still keeping her gaze lowered. She didn't look at him once since she returned. Daniel could endure a lot, but he couldn't stand being ignored. Especially when he was being ignored while anger was building up inside him.

"I asked," he gritted his teeth, grabbing her jaw with his free hand and forcing her to look at him, "where the hell have you been?"

As he lifted her head, the scarf slipped slightly from her neck. Her skin was covered in red marks, some less intense, others more so. In some places, teeth marks were still visible. Daniel knew what he was seeing, but his brain was in denial.

Y/N finally looked at his face when he lifted her head. His eyes were fixed on her neck covered in little marks. She could see his jaw clenching and his eyes darkening.

"Answer me."

"I don't have to," she said, which sounded more like a growl. She was just as angry with him as he was with her, or so she thought. She had no idea that Daniel was furious. There was absolutely no anger here.

"Did you fuck with someone?"

"Even if I did, it's none of your business!"

She retorted, causing him to grip her cheeks, one hand still holding her wrists and the other her face.

"It's quite a bit of my business, because my girlfriend apparently forgot she has a boyfriend at home, who may be fed up with her, but still is her boyfriend."

She remained silent, glaring at him angrily. She could feel her heart pounding with anger and her cheeks burning, not only from being squeezed by his large, rough hand.

"Everytime when we are after a fight you are forgetting that you are having a boyfriend who is waiting for you? Who isn't sleeping all night because he's worried sick about you?"

He asked, causing her to avert her gaze. Daniel pressed her harder against the wall, sliding his knee between her thighs, causing her to stifle a small groan. But she didn't answer his question in any way.

"Well, I see you have a really bad memory," he sighed and with one move grabbed her by the waist, tossing her over his shoulder, "and apparently I need to remind you of a few things."

"Put me down, for fuck's sake!"

The girl yelled, hitting him on the back. However, he remained unaffected, heading towards the bedroom, holding her wriggling legs tightly. When she started to struggle more forcefully, he gave her a sharp slap on her ass cheek, now exposed by her skirt. Y/N involuntarily groaned in pain, feeling the burning, spreading ache. When they reached the bedroom, Daniel threw her onto the bed without hesitation. He did it so violently that she instantly ran out of breath. She curled her legs and tried to push away, but he grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer, then climbed onto her and pressed her body against the mattress.

Y/N, as soon as he was above her, pressed her hands to his chest again and tried to push him away. Daniel sat on her hips and grabbed her wrists, struggling against her for a moment before pinning them with one hand above her head. The girl was panting, furious. But somewhere in the back of her mind she suspected what might happen at any moment, and yes, she might have been in denial, but her body had a life of its own at that moment. As Daniel's eyes glared at her sharply, his dark irises piercing her, his hot, whiskey-soaked breath fanning across her face and his strong hands gripping her wrists tightly, she would be lying if she said she didn't feel aroused. Her thighs were involuntarily clenching and her pussy was looking for anything to rub against. He might be a dick but god, a good looking one.

"I guess you didn't struggle like that when the other guy took you to bed," he said, straightening up. He still held her hands with one hand and began to remove her scarf with the other. His eyelid twitched slightly as her hickey covered neck came into full view, "though did you even let him fuck you in bed. Maybe in a club, huh? While someone in the next booth was doing cocaine, you were taking someone's cock" he muttered and threw the scarf to the ground, disposing of her jacket as well. The girl did not protest when he started undressing her. She now lay beneath him in nothing but a short leather skirt and a black top. He no longer had to hold her wrists, because she lay motionless beneath him, watching him in silence. Daniel looked over her body, his dark irises looking at her like a captured prey.

"God, look at you," he snorted, "such a little slut, with your skirt barely covering your ass and your tits hanging out. You didn't have to look long for someone to notice you, huh?"

"Just admit that you're jealous."

She hissed, glaring at him. She didn't even have time to register when her words triggered a reaction and Daniel slapped her on the cheek. He didn't do it hard, not in a way that would hurt her. He grabbed her neck and squeezed, not choking her but grabbing her sides to cut off some of the blood flow. The girl tightened her fingers on his wrist, wanting to push him away, but in the other hand she wanted him even closer. Her pussy was so close to exploding.

"No, you admit, what an attention whore you are," he growled, centimeters from her face, "admit how much you need attention, and you forget that only I can give it to you, only I can make you feel noticed, that i can make you feel good," he slid his other free hand down her body and placed it between her thighs, pressing against her throbbing pussy, which made her moan softly, muffled by biting her lip, "that you'll feel good, like this."

He slipped his fingers into her panties and began massaging her clit in circular motions. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, feeling dizzy. Daniel ran his fingers between her soaked folds and snorted under his breath.

"Pathetic," hearing his words, the girl opened her eyes a little, just enough to see his slight, mocking smile, "I wonder what your new lover would say about how wet you are for me. And I haven't even touched you properly yet."

"At least he had a bigger dick than his ego."

Y/N muttered, which didn't go unnoticed for long. Less than a second later, Daniel slid two fingers inside her. The involuntary reaction of her body was to bend in half, however, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her back to the mattress. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back, moaning loudly. She tightened her hands on the sheets, feeling his long fingers curl inside her and precisely touch her inner sweet spot. Daniel bit his lip as he fucked her with his fingers. At one point, he let go of a strand of her hair from his fist and, still moving the fingers of one hand in her, tried to free himself from his jeans with the other. Once he managed to do this, he pulled them down a bit, along with his boxers, freeing from them his hard, throbbing cock. He pulled up her skirt, exposing her pussy, covered only by her black thong. He moved them to the side and spread her thighs, sliding into her in one smooth movement. The girl moaned loudly, parting her lips. Daniel put his wet fingers into her mouth, with which he had fucked her a moment ago.

"You still taste like his cock?"

Y/N was all she could manage to let out a moan, which was muffled by his fingers in her mouth.

"Lick them clean"

He ordered, slowly moving inside her. After all, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He might be mad at her, but he wasn't a monster. The girl complied with his command, trying to clean them thoroughly with her tongue. When she was finished, Daniel grabbed her thighs tightly and pulled her closer to him, thrusting into her all the way.

He held her tightly, his fingers digging into her soft thighs. He moved inside her fast and hard, making the sound of skin slapping against each other echo throughout the bedroom as the girl's moans escaped her lips with each movement.

After some time, Daniel lay down on top of her, resting his elbows on both sides of her head, making their faces barely centimeters apart. He inserted himself fully into her, causing her to part her lips, but she was unable to make any sound. He felt so good inside her.

Daniel looked at her face for a moment. By her smeared mascara, but this time not by tears, by her misty eyes, her worn-out foundation, her lips parted into a perfect 'o'. He snorted under his breath.

"You definitely didn't take him as well as you are taking me."

He said, returning to his previous pace a second later. Y/N dug her nails into his shirt-covered back, feeling her head become lighter and lighter with each subsequent thrust and her thoughts blurring. Now all that mattered to her was the sex and the fact that Daniel was there, so close to her. She had no idea what might happen next. Daniel didn't think about it either, the only thing on his mind was the fact that his girlfriend had slept with someone else. It was the only thing that was racking his mind and burning him alive.

"Did it make you feel bad when you cheated on your man last night?" he murmured against her ear, his hot, uneven breathing giving her body goosebumps. "Did I ever cross your mind?"

Y/N struggled to look him in the eyes. Not with difficulty, because she felt bad about what she had done and felt remorse, but because she was only seconds away from orgasm. Her body wasn't thinking straight, and neither was her mind. The rush of adrenaline and endorphins effectively displaced everything she was waiting to confront.

"I-I was, i mean, fuck, Daniel, oh my god-"

He, seeing what condition she was in, straightened up and sat on his heels, still moving inside her and massaging her clit with his thumb. With his other hand, he pulled at the neckline of her top, freeing her breasts from it. He spanked each of them, and the girl bit her lip painfully, but it didn't help, because her moans couldn't stop in her throat. Feeling Y/N begin to tighten around his cock, Daniel knew what was coming. He stopped moving, which was immediately met with a reaction from the girl. Her elated expression dimmed and her hips began to move on their own. When she wanted to bring herself to orgasm with her hand, Daniel immobilized her wrists again.

"Why did you stop? I'm on the edge"

She groaned dissatisfiedly, looking at his face. Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and beads of sweat began to gather between her breasts.

"I know, that's why I stopped."

The girl squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, trying to move her hips to relieve the almost painful inability.

"Daniel, please, I'm begging you-"

"Why should I please the person who cheated on me?"

“I didn't cheat on you,” Y/N moaned loudly, but it was a moan of annoyance, “I don't know who you think I am to think I would do something like that.”

Daniel involuntarily tightened his grip on her wrists.

"I can see what you look like, you even smell like another guy."

"I would never cheat on you, even if I were to explode with rage," she said, looking into his eyes. Her facial expression immediately became serious, now it was confident and fierce, and after the ecstatic, near-orgasmic expression there was no trace left. "Before the club, I took a cigarette from a girl, she asked why I was crying. When I told her that my boyfriend is a complete dick, she said she had an idea on how to teach you a lesson in humility"

He was silent when she started speaking, but his eyes were moving from her face to her neck covered in hickeys. He didn't know if he believed her, but he knew that she had never lied to him or made him feel insecure. Logically, she could have been telling the truth.

"After a round of shots, we went to the bathroom, she gave me a lot of hickeys. She overdid it a bit, because they hurt like hell" not being able to see his intention to interrupt her, she continued "Finally, before I got into the taxi, she sprayed me with perfume, I have no idea where she got the male perfume. But she said it would work. Well, and it worked"

Daniel loosened his grip on her wrists, he had no idea what to say.

"You are telling the truth?"

He asked after a moment, his tone of voice sounded completely different. His expression changed slightly, his eyes was no longer as dark as the stormy sky.

"I don't know how to prove it to you, I can ask for the recordings from the club, I can even go to the gynecologist in the morning," she said, looking into his eyes, "I'm not lying."

The man looked down. After a while, however, still inside her, he lay down between her legs and, resting his elbows on both sides of her head, took her face in his hands.

“I fucking love you, Y/N.”

He said quietly, looking into her eyes. His voice was filled with emotion, he honestly felt what he was saying.

"I love you too. But I'm tired of these fights-"

She wasn't allowed to finish because Daniel kissed her deeply. She hugged him around the neck and returned the kiss. He slowly started moving inside her again.

"We'll come back to it in the morning," he murmured between kisses, "Now I think we should finish something."

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