#cw: cheating
Text
ROMAN HOLIDAY ─ NAGI S.
synopsis: Nagi Seishiro has a plethora of secrets up his sleeves. He knows that Reo loves being in the center of attention—well, no, that's a fact. But one thing that Nagi knows for sure is that the Mikage Corporation is on the verge of filing for bankruptcy. And what better way to prevent that than to have an arranged marriage with another powerful company? You're intelligent, beautiful, and obedient. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't take long for Reo to fall for you, and you seem to be content with everything—at least, you pretend to be. Nagi knows you're head over heels for his best friend, but doesn't understand why you hate his guts.
contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, bathroom sex, kinda cheating/kinda not really, piss involved towards the end, dubcon, hate sex, nagi centric, reader comes from an affluent family, power/dominance play, frottage, descriptors of a curvy, busty reader, breast play/nipple play, facials
word count: 4.8k
a/n: this fic is for all the nagi haters out there ig @niitoshi + @pipppinn (u get a rest from beta reading ur enemy)
You’re an absolute menace.
Nagi had no clue, when his best friend had introduced you as his potential fiancee months ago, just how big of an impact it was going to have on his life. In most cases of Nagi’s lack of social life, he originally had no intentions of befriending you, at least, outside of introductions and shorthand greetings whenever he crashed over at Reo’s apartment. To him, it didn’t make sense to get close to you, even if you were going to be a major part of Reo’s life.
Unlike his best friend, you appeared reserved and uptight, much like all the other affluent students he surrounded himself with back in high school and university. Nagi thinks he’s only received one ‘hello’ from you, and that was just from the first meeting. You’ve always attached yourself to Reo, whenever he’s around, and Reo would somehow play it off as you’re just “shy” around others.
“Don’t take it the wrong way,” Reo had assured him with a firm shoulder clasp. “She’ll eventually warm up to you.”
And while Nagi still has a hard time believing that, he didn’t feel the need to continue the conversation knowing that Reo wouldn’t get the hint. You don’t flaunt your wealth and status around, but Nagi has always sensed that you were looking down on him. Why else would you always stare at him?
You come from a family of ‘self made’ entrepreneurs and billionaires.
From all those last minute conferences meetings that Reo would have him attend, simply because his best friend would lose track of time whenever they’re together, Nagi knows that your father owns a famous construction company that’s somehow affiliated with the Mikage estate. From one shareholders’ meeting, he’s learned that your family owns 60% of all rental properties in Japan, and he doesn’t know if that’s something to be proud of. Coming from a semi-wealthy family himself, Nagi is well aware that there’s no such thing as an ethical billionaire.
He’s seen your family name plastered on billboards before, shining over the neighborhoods in Akihabara, and the company sounded impressive enough that Reo’s father didn’t hesitate to bring up the topic of marriage during a conversation about future prospects.
Reo didn’t seem to mind, or rather he tried really, really hard to mask any trace of anxiousness and annoyance when he signed the NDA papers. Nobody wants to be in a loveless, arranged marriage, after all. Especially not when they still have their whole youth ahead of them. Though, needless to say, Reo fell for you rather quickly. Nagi’s aware he’s not the best at expressing his emotions, but anyone with a sensible brain could obviously tell you’re the standard stereotype of “wifey material”.
Quiet. Intelligent. Extremely obedient to the seniors around you. Nevermind the fact that your behavior reflects your style as well. Your makeup never strays from being “too little” or “too much”. The outfits you wear always reminded Nagi of those old British dramas from the late 90s, he thinks Reo calls it “old money” fashion. Whatever that means.
He just knows that it’s classy and fits whatever housewife aesthetic you’re trying to go for. Even though he can easily see through how much you hate it. You’re always picking at the threads in annoyance, as if they’re tight, itchy, and alien on your body. Even when he watches your pretty, plump lips smile and nod towards everyone around you, you always quickly turn sour when you think no one’s watching.
At age twenty four, Nagi carefully watches his best friend enter the room with you wrapped around his arm, from the corner of the banquet hall. Today’s a celebration, a huge one, because Reo just completed his accelerated MBA program and, therefore, is one day closer to filling in his father’s shoes as CEO of the Mikage Corporation. This also means he’s one step closer to becoming a married man. Soon, you’re going to be a permanent fixture in Reo’s life. That thought alone had his tongue swelling up in his mouth, and urged himself to get it together.
The event ends up being treated like a work gala. Everyone is dressed in black tie, the smell of warm leather fills the air, Nagi only half understands the business jargon being thrown around, and the food looks rather bland for what it’s worth. Most of the guests are crowded around Reo and his father, and he can only assume the business executives are trying to wiggle their way in to just get a chunk of free shares.
He notices you standing to the side, in the midst of your own conversation with your father. Your outfit throws Nagi off, slightly. It’s certainly different from your previous choices, more modern and form fitting, highlighting certain assets that makes it slightly even more obvious why certain men in the room couldn't stop their gawking.
Somehow, even though you’re caught up in a seemingly heated conversation on the other side of the room, Nagi catches your stare. Your eyes, facial expression, and even aura feels uncomfortably blank, despite the small smile you force out.
He merely awkwardly waves back and, for whatever reason, you take that as a sign to make your way over. He can only groan inwardly as he watches you exit out your current conversation and thread gracefully through the stuffy crowd, somehow showing up with two empty wine glasses in hand. Originally, his plan was to just show up for the free food, say hi to Reo, then prepare an Irish exit. With the look you’re currently giving him, Nagi feels like he can’t plan an escape.
You turn around and reach for a bottle of wine on the bar cart, a brand that Nagi could never pronounce correctly despite the numerous times that he’s heard it leave from Reo’s mouth. It’s also the same imported wine from France that all three of you shared the day Reo had introduced you to him. From what Nagi remembers, it didn’t leave a good taste.
You end up pouring the two glasses, then whirl back around to face him, quickly setting the drink down by the end table. Nagi picks up his glass as soon as it's available, but you clink yours against it before he could bring it up to his lips.
“Do you have a moment?” you mumble quietly.
“For what?” he’s honestly surprised to hear that many words coming from you.
“I…” you trail off, looking down into your drink and unconsciously hug your sides. Nagi uses this opportunity of silence to sip. Then, after a moment, you shake your head a little, clearly flustered over something.
“I want to talk to you about Reo, about your friendship and me fitting into that. I’ve been thinking about it for a while but I haven’t had the chance to bring it up.”
Nagi just nods, sipping again, not sure if he’s pleased or disappointed by your response. Of course the very first thing you bring up after not speaking a word to him for months is about their friendship.
He then notices that you’re suddenly rubbing your palms, hands alternating between them as you stretch your fingers out. You’re grimacing slightly, and Nagi leans back against the wall, something stirs inside of him at the sight of you appearing in distress. He’s not sure what to make of the odd feeling.
With a shrug, he tilts his head. “Go ahead with it.”
You meet his eyes and shake in disapproval, setting down your wine glass. “I need to speak with you in private about it.”
Nagi doesn’t say anything, and a moment of silence passes between you two as several high executives try to usher the rest of the crowd to the next room for an unrelated conference meeting. At one point, a clientele calls you over for a drink, and you disappear to join him for one, leaving Nagi to stew in his own thoughts once more.
A part of him wants to go over to Reo, telling him what happened, why you’re suddenly being so vague and direct with him after all this time. However, with one glance at his best friend, who’s currently knee-deep in a conversation between his father, the idea dies out. He’s never seen Reo this relaxed and determined before.
Maybe the closest expression he shared was when they were both heavily sprawled out on the turf field after an intense football match back in high school, but even then Nagi doesn’t even think he’s seen Reo this content. He wants to believe that you’re simply just asking about potential wedding details, maybe to even join in on the planning, but that’s laughable. You seemed nervous, and not for the right reasons.
He shouldn’t be here, glass half empty, stomach barely full from all these damn healthy finger foods, sitting under the appraising and curious eyes from other businessmen and yourself.
“Nagi, an answer?” you probe, as if hearing his thoughts when you finally return.
Were you always this demanding? He shifts in place and adjusts the collar of his suit, and tries his best to sound unaffected. “Right now?”
You finally smile, and it lights up your entire face. “Right now.”
At that, Nagi downs the rest of his drink.
You eventually coax him to an empty hallway, down the corner next to the fire escape, while everyone else is preoccupied with the meeting. You kept reiterating that it’ll be quick, that Nagi will understand what’s the “problem”, but he doesn’t believe it one bit. Not when you’re squeezing both sides of your arms and keep glancing down the hallway, anxious to be seen.
Without warning, you blurt out, “Please, stop dragging down Reo. I want you out of his life.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, yet is drenched with anxiety and the barest edge of vexation.
“What?” Nagi can’t help but be offended. The reluctance on your tongue contradicts the harsh order.
“I’ve seen the way he talks to you. You’re a distraction to him and having you around will just—”
“He can say what he wants about me. Why do you care so much? Your only job is to sit by his side.”
“Nagi, please—”
“Forget it,” he can’t seem to find an answer to your demand. It doesn’t make sense, and even if he did make out an answer, his brain is currently too distorted and torn to process a coherent response.
You stand your ground and the next few words are fumbling over the other, “I’ve… never liked you since the day I met you.”
That doesn’t surprise him. You aren’t much of a talker, but then again, neither is he. Still, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re currently having an unusual personality shift—almost as if you’re revealing a bit of truth about yourself to him, and only him. Reo probably doesn’t know that this side of you exists.
Nagi doesn’t bother to respond. He only rests his back against the bathroom door behind him, crossing his arms over his chest in irritation, and stares down at you. In that moment, he can see the raw edge of your bubbling… is it anger he’s sensing? Your body is filled with tension and he can’t imagine why. Your eyes are boring into his and refusing to let go.
Suddenly, Nagi feels his frustrations growing thicker.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
You step closer, eyes narrowing, yet you look conflicted. “I could say the same thing.”
The proximity of you—the blend of sweat, bergamot, and something that could only be described as bitterness—makes Nagi dizzy. The space of this hallway, once ample, now feels suffocatingly small.
“Nagi,” you seeth out, a plea that’s both sounding an invitation and surrender. “This is a business deal. If this doesn’t fall through it’ll look bad on us and—argh, I really need this to work out, okay?” You quickly clamp a hand over your mouth, as if surprised that the words flooded out.
It wasn’t much spilled, but he understands the gist of it. Your frantic explanation earns him a curt laugh, one that’s distinctly him. He almost feels sorry that you were forced to do this, all of this. But you could’ve also easily gone against it, too. “You can’t think for yourself, can you? This is why I can’t stand these heirs and heiresses, you’re all a bunch of hassles to be around.”
“Fuck you.” you’re cracking under pressure. The makeup, dress, your hair… The facade of being perfect and plain slowly comes crumbling down the longer Nagi stands there, unwavering. “I can think for myself.”
“Prove it.” His tone is a dangerous one, spoken with an even tone.
You take another step forward, slow and purposeful. It serves as a reminder that your background is influential, powerful, and that you’re no puppet. Nagi wants to believe that more than you do.
He would be doing himself a disservice if he hasn’t admitted that there’ve been nights where he does think about you. What life would be like if you haven’t given him the cold shoulder, times where he wishes he could understand all the hidden languages spoken between you and Reo, and if you would’ve treated him any differently.
So, Nagi’s command is framed as a tease, and knowing how you really are now, you’re not going to leave until you give him an answer. Nagi Seishiro hates the rich, hates dependent people even more, but he’s a good guy when he tries to be. You, on the other hand, might be ruining that for him.
He watches as your plump lips part, and a needy little sound escapes. It sounds like a damn moan that’s absolutely dripping in desperation. Nagi lets out a breath, feeling his insides liquefy and overflow. His cloudy eyes search your face, and the dark overcast over your eyes instantly hooks him in. He can see the wetness where your lips separate, and suddenly he’s overwhelmed with the desire to trap your mouth between his.
Nagi drops his hands to both sides of your face and holds your cheeks tight in the expanse of his calloused palms, drawing himself closer to you when he feels your hand latch onto his forearm. Your cheeks are warm and soft beneath his touch and, without a second thought, you both close the gap.
You gasp into his mouth as his lips claim yours with a hunger that leaves no room for hesitation, a heated urgency that clears any uncertainty. He feels your other hand shooting up and roughly tugging at his silver locks, a stark contrast to your passive actions earlier. His hands roam over your body, tracing and mapping your curves with extreme possessiveness.
Nagi wants more. Wants your hands even lower, on his thighs, between his legs, wants your pretty lips wrapped around the base of his cock. He wants you, but not here. He wants to leave here with you, see where you live, do this on the comfort of your mattress, inhale the scent of your sheets, and rid your mind of his best friend and that damn business proposal.
“Excuse me? Is somebody there?”
You pull away first with a concealed string of curses by the intrusion, gasping for air as soon as you separated, the hand you have on his forearm is now trembling. Whether it's from excitement, fear, or a combination of the two—Nagi can’t tell.
He peers over to find a security officer patrolling around, radio in hand, at the end of the hallway. From this angle, where the corner curves slightly, it doesn't seem like he’s able to make the two of you out, at least for now. The last thing he wants is for the media to highlight why you were seen alone with him. He’s already got enough on his plate with professional football on its own. Kissing his best friend’s bride to be is something entirely different. He doesn’t want to wait around to find what might happen.
“Fuck, fuck, where should we—”
“Quit freaking out,” he pulls the handle behind him and tugs on your waist, ushering you inside the bathroom as the sounds of sharp loafers against marble creep closer. Bewilderment flashes across your face as he shuts the door and locks it. He ignores your swarm of questions and props you against the sink’s countertop in an instant.
You appear terribly confused with yourself as he cages you in between his arms, his head leaning against yours with a dark look in his eyes. Your lipstick is smeared at the corner of your lips, your hair is nothing but a disheveled mess, and your damn breasts— Nagi looks down and scoffs —you're not wearing a bra. He soon realizes that this look suits you better than any other outfit you’ve worn.
“What was that,” you try to say, but he quickly keeps your busy mouth occupied again. His fingers trail up your shoulder blades, easily slipping down the top half of your dress, and soon your breasts fall free — round, heavy, and soft.
Your chest heaves as you breathe in sharply, tongue darting out to wet your lower lip. “You’re such a dick,” you shoot him a misty glare, defiant in tone despite every bit of your body language screaming submission.
This is enough to set him off. Nagi’s fingers curl into your waist, sighing in pleasure when you whine at his harried touch. He lifts you from the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist, as he pushes your back against the door. The frame and his greedy palms on your fleshy ass serves as support as he begins to shamelessly grind against you, the needy, aching pressure from his arousal fights through his slacks.
God, he wants to fuck you right into the door.
You moan into his shoulder when Nagi dives against your throat, swearing under his breath as he finally gets a taste of your intoxicating skin, a sound of pure lust vibrating throughout your bodies.
“Don’t tease me,” he warns with a groan.
“I’ll do what I want,” you bite back, jolting in pleasure when his tight erection probes against your thighs.
Nagi decesends, his mouth leaving wet trails across your collarbones and down your chest until he stops at your breasts. Gently, his teeth grazes over one nipple, nipping at it until he hears a sharp hiss from above. Before you could chastise him, he captures your nipple in his mouth, sucking the stiff peak between his lips. He feels the dampness of your panties rubbing against the clothed tip, causing his tongue to twirl aggressively over the wrinkled flesh.
“Oh, fuck,” your mews are growing louder and louder in pitch. Nagi hopes that the security guard from earlier is long gone by now. He’s also certain that his dick might come bursting apart any second. But he’s not going to admit that, not to you of all people.
Seeing you crumble under his fingertips makes Nagi’s heart swell. He pulls back with a loud pop and closes the distance between your lips again, pressing hard so you can feel the urgency from the heat of his tongue.
“Need you,” he finds himself whispering against your lips, pressing his entire weight of upper body into yours.
You choke out another desperate sound and begin fumbling with his waistband, hands blindly searching to feel him, trying to prove and show that you can provide the same fervent pleasure and attention. You both sigh when Nagi feels his cock springing free, hard and leaking with copious amounts of pre. He carefully watches your movements, there’s hesitation and surprise glassed across your face as you gently wrap your fingers around his length.
It barely makes the full circumference.
“Scared?”
Then a shudder rumbles through Nagi’s frame as you begin stroking him. It takes everything in him to not rip your dress in two and fuck you right then and there, but he’s trying not to be eager, caging his bloodlust. But it’s hard. Hard when you pull him into a kiss that leaves him breathless and grinding against your palm.
Nagi can’t stop himself from the way he crushes his lips against you, nor can he stop the way his tongue slips forward into your mouth, his hands squeezing the softness of your waist when you melt in his embrace, pressing those soft breasts against his blazer.
You break the kiss with a moan, and it’s so messy that he can see the tether of saliva that stretches between you two when you finally pull away. Your face looks even more dazed than before, and you squirm against him, sending a hot flare soaring throughout his body when your thumb brushes against his leaking tip.
“Sensitive?” you mimic his teasing tone.
Nagi’s now positive that you’re trying to kill him. He’s known it before, from the first moment he’s laid eyes on you, but there’s no reasonable explanation for you to be so beautiful and sexy all at the same time. The way you’re teasing his bare cock, rubbing your wet, clothed cunt straight against it, is doing nothing but sending him straight into a tailspin.
The truth is, when you first approached him, the only thing that had been on his mind was getting to know you more, same as it has been for months now ever since he’s met you. Now, with your lips looking glazed and pouty as ever, he feels like he’s on cloud nine.
“Turn around,” he commands.
You stare at him with wide eyes, and Nagi sees your brain rewiring in real time whether or not to follow through with your stubbornness, but after a moment, you obey. You unclasp your legs around his waist and he gently sets your feet down, letting your body spin around so that your palms are flat against the door, back arched, and ass pressed against his length. The look you shoot across your shoulder stirs something inside of him, and he quickly takes you by the hips, pulling aside your soaked panties with ease.
“Is this okay?” he doesn’t know why he’s asking right now, despite everything that’s happened within the past few minutes.
Regardless, it’s meaningless to wait for your response; the wave of pleasure from the way he’s playing with your breasts from behind, to the warmth of your puffy entrance teasing the tip of his cock, has you unable to respond with anything other than a loud moan. Nagi takes this as an affirmative response, and angles his hips from behind, sucking in his teeth as he watches the entirety of his length being swallowed and hugged by your gummy walls.
The mirrors in the room have begun to fog up when he starts the initial movement. Nagi grabs a palmful of your ass, grasping and kneading them in a way that has you widening your legs to deeper access. Your soft whimpers and moans ring like a siren’s call in his ears, and he doesn’t quite understand how you’re able to control his body like this, but you’re squeezing him just right as if you’ve known him forever.
Nagi shuts his eyes and easily begins to lose himself to this bliss. The tight, velvety walls are all too euphoric, making him easily forget that you’re both in a random bathroom in one of the biggest, extravagant conference halls in the country. A vivid grunt escapes from his mouth as his shaky hands maneuver up to your hips, guiding them in a circular motion as the fat of your ass ripples from every thrust he spears into you.
“Fuck,” he pants out. “Just like that…”
But the rough, muffled sounds of sex in the room shatters as a knock pierces through the air.
Your fingers, splayed across the door, come together close and form into fists as he watches you struggle to catch your breath. After a moment of silence, a tender murmur breeches the stillness.
It’s Reo, and his call for you is automatically fear inducing. Nagi feels you clamping up more than ever.
“—are you in there?” he repeats through the door’s barrier.
Panic flicks across your features and you scramble for composure, frantically pulling up the top half of the dress and craning your neck around to gawk at Nagi, wondering if he has any clue on what to say, or do. Little do you know, Nagi has absolutely zero plausible answers.
“It’s okay,” he leans down and nips your shoulder blades. “Just stay like this.”
A sweet whimper exits from you as he continues his thrusts, slower and shallower. “A-Are you insane?! He’s going to know it’s us…!”
You’re afraid, intimidated by the position that you’re both in, but Nagi kisses you again and engulfs your hand with his. He offers a comforting squeeze before dining in the pleasure of the tip of your tongues touching.
“Stay quiet and he’ll eventually go away,” what is he even saying right now? He’s not being fair to Reo, but somehow there’s hardly any guilt flowing through his veins.
His best friend, your future husband, faintly calls your name again. This time with more uncertainty. There’s nothing but stillness on either side of the wooden barrier, where neither of you are willingly to slip out a sound. Nagi just rests his head on the side of your neck, letting the sweat from his bangs seep down, as he focuses on your steady breaths while having to control his own. If it weren’t for Reo on the other side, he would’ve fallen asleep just by the rhythm of your heartbeat.
Another agonizing moment of silence passes before Reo mumbles out an apology, saying that he’s got the wrong person, and retreats. The sounds of heavy heels from his loafers hitting against the floor burns deep into both of your memories.
By the time he’s gone, Nagi doesn’t waste any time and throttles against a spot inside of you that has you squealing like an animal.
Pulling his hands away from yours, he brings them up to your chest, teasing your nipples while you throw your ass back against him, fucking as hard as you possibly can. He feels you drifting far away, bringing yourself closer and closer on his length, and a tight familiar coil begins building inside of his core.
Suddenly, you try to pull away, stumbling over your next words, “W-Wait, stop, I feel like I have to go—!”
Nagi huffs and readjusts his grip around your waist, snuggling his cock deeper, “Then go, what’s stopping you, heiress?”
“I’m being serious…!”
Lowering his mouth to your ear, he whispers, “And so am I.”
He doesn’t care. Nagi positions his hand lower, keeping the other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, and his long, callous fingers pull your folds up, applying pressure against your full bladder. Vibrations of your whines send him to set a wicked pace until you’re creaming white around the base of his cock. The wet sounds, your moans, and the sloppy grip—it’s all too much, too exhilarating for him.
“Have to be patient…” Nagi murmurs, but his words are starting to jumble. Heat gathers and twists throughout his stomach and he winces, trying to not cum all in an instant.
Your voice is nothing but all breathy moans, puffs of air rushing all around, and you mumble something unintelligible, but it’s all the confirmation Nagi needs. He shudders when he feels the warm wetness finally spill from your pussy as you climax at the same time. Your lewd moans are buried deep into your shoulder, and the sound is forever imprinted in his mind. He feels thousands of sparks ignite between his thighs at that saccharine note.
Nagi relishes in the warmth, until he finds his own release and pulls out, cumming all over the front of your chest, and even striking the bottom of your chin. He leans back with a gasp, gripping the sink counter for balance, his heart thundering as the bliss ebbs away entire chunks of his brain. Slowly, the haziness begins to fade, and Nagi tucks his throbbing cock away, reminding himself that he’s in a restroom of all places.
“Fuck…”
Suddenly, Nagi hears you crying for his name and sees your entire body shaking, trying to calm down from the high of your orgasm. Wet, fat tears are streaming down your face, but he wraps one arm around the front of your body, pinning you against him. You’re both breathing heavily, covered in the sticky warmth and heavy sweat, but the feeling of your racing heartbeat is soothing him.
Nagi holds you tight, letting his fingers get caught in your damp hair.
© 2023 DOOBEAN. do not copy any of my writing and translate/repost.
#doobean writes#bllk smut#bllk#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#blue lock smut#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi seishiro smut#nagi x reader#blue lock x female reader#bllk x female reader#cw: piss#cw: dubcon#cw: cheating
379 notes
·
View notes
Text
I'm a fool (for you)
Written for the Stranger Things Writers Guild daily drabble, prompt was 'meet ugly'. I don't know what happened here.
warnings: implied cheating (not steddie) | tags: meet ugly, hurt Eddie, emotional hurt/comfort, love at first sight with the worst timing, hopeful ending | 1.2k | AO3
April is Eddie's favorite month.
Winter is finally over and spring is breathing life back into the world. With the colors of spring, happiness seeped back into people's hearts.
As Eddie walks home from work, whistling his favorite tune, his heart swells with it. The sun still shines brightly, a gentle breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms from the nearby park, and tucked in his pocket is his very first bonus check. He can't wait to tell David, the exhilaration of a beautiful day gives him hope that maybe they can have a nice evening with some wine and dinner before falling into bed together. It's been a while, and he knows it's partly because he works so much, but lately he feels like he and David are drifting apart.
Determined to surprise David with some quality time together, Eddie plans to come home early. Perhaps they could even use the extra money for a vacation, he thinks with a smile on his face.
Filled with hope and happiness, Eddie opens the door to their apartment, only to be greeted by a sight that shatters both.
A stranger, clad in nothing but black boxer briefs, stands in their bedroom doorway.
"I'm such a fool," Eddie murmurs, blinking at the unexpected sight of an almost-naked Adonis standing in the doorway to the room he shares with the man Eddie thought loved him.
The stranger mirrors his shock. "You're not David.”
A mirthless laugh escapes Eddie's lips. "No, I'm Eddie. His boyfriend. Or rather, ex-boyfriend. Guess he forgot to mention me, huh?"
When the man just buries his face in his hands and groans, "I'm such a fucking fool," Eddie almost feels sorry for him.
Almost, because it's his heart that's just been broken.
"Looks like we both are," he agrees with the stranger. He really is beautiful. Eddie can see why David went for him, he just wishes he hadn't.
"I swear, I had no idea David had a boyfriend or I never would have gone home with him. I'm so, so sorry."
The guy looks sincere and Eddie believes him. After all, it was David who decided to trample on their relationship. It must suck to be drawn into the drama of Eddie's imploding relationship, less cause and more casualty.
Closing the door behind him, Eddie steps fully into the apartment. "I believe you -" he pauses here, waiting for the man to tell him his name.
"Steve."
"I believe you, Steve. Where's David, by the way?"
"Buying condoms," he admits sheepishly, and Eddie rubs his hands over his face.
"Of course. How awfully considerate of him." Steve winces at Eddie's tone, but he's too tired to care. He takes a moment to think about what to do next. "I think it's best if you get dressed and leave now, I doubt you'll want to be here when David gets back. To be honest, I don't want to either, but I guess there's not much of a choice."
Steve looks at him silently for a second before turning and going back into the bedroom, presumably to get dressed. Eddie sighs and heads over to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He's going to need it.
He's thinking about where he could stay tonight when Steve comes into the kitchen, now dressed in tight, light-washed Levi's and a white shirt that looks painted on. Eddie can even see the dark chest hair through it.
It's hard not to hate Steve for making Eddie feel even more inadequate.
"I know you want me to go, but if it's okay with you, I'd rather stay? Just to make sure you're okay. I've been cheated on before and I know what it's like to feel like the rug has been pulled out from under you. You shouldn't have to deal with it alone."
It's hard to hate Steve when he's so kind to Eddie.
"Do I look so pathetic that I need the man my boyfriend cheated on me with to comfort me?" He spits, more out of self-preservation than anything else. Anger is so much easier to deal with than heartbreak.
Steve's response, however, is gentle. "You look like someone just broke your heart and you could use a friend. It doesn't have to be me, I can take you to one of your friends. I just don't think you should be alone right now." With that, Steve walks over to the coffee machine and pours out a cup. "Sugar? Cream?"
Eddie plops down on one of the kitchen chairs in defeat. "Both. More sugar."
Steve prepares their coffee and then they wait for David to get back. When he does, clearly shocked to find his boyfriend and his hookup in the same room, they both confront him. Steve has Eddie's back the whole time and gets downright mean to David, while Eddie is mostly tired and disappointed. After their confrontation, Steve waits for Eddie to pack some of his things and, as promised, drives Eddie over to Chrissy's apartment.
They park in front of her building and Eddie thanks Steve for everything he's done for him, but before he can get out, Steve takes Eddie's hand and squeezes it.
"I'm really sorry, Eddie. Nobody deserves to get cheated on and I hate that it happened to you. I can understand if you want to be mad at me or forget I even exist, but if you ever need to talk, even if it's just about how small David's dick is, I'm here, okay?"
In the palm of his hand, Eddie feels a piece of paper, and he's pretty sure it's Steve's number.
"Why?"
Steve reaches over and tucks a lock of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "You'll probably think I'm weird, but I feel like I almost know you. It sounds crazy, I know, I know. I can’t explain it. I just want you to be happy, and I can't help but want to be the person who makes that happen."
At Eddie's stunned silence, he hastily adds, "Oh God, I sound like a crazy person. Or worse, a psycho stalker. I promise, I'm neither. And that's exactly what a psycho stalker would say, for Christ's sake. Please say something before I put my foot any further in my mouth."
This makes Eddie laugh again, and this time it doesn't sound bitter. Just a little confused, but mostly fond.
"Thank you, Steve. Really. I appreciate it. You... I have no idea what I'm feeling right now, or what I'm going to do, but you've made this totally fucked up evening suck less, and for that alone I don't want to forget that you exist or be mad at you. I just need some time, y'know?"
Steve's smile is warm, if a little sad. "I do. You should. Take your time, I mean. I really wish we'd met differently."
"Me too. Believe me."
Eddie starts to get out of the car again, and this time Steve doesn't stop him. Just watches him, his hazel eyes shining brightly in the light of the street lamp.
"Take care, Eddie."
"You too, Steve."
As Eddie climbs the stairs to Chrissy's apartment, he saves Steve's number in his phone.
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#stwgdailyprompt#cw: cheating#(it's not between steddie and it's only implied/referenced)#my writing#I have no idea what this is I wanted to write something cute and funny but this is not that#I am sorry
213 notes
·
View notes
Text
disclaimer: yes, I am complaining about cheating in media. Because, yes, writers have the freedom to create what they want but if the morality in creation is free for all forms of media, but no piece of art is exempt from criticism, and that includes criticism on personal moral grounds. I betcha if I said Harry Potter is good, actually, everyone on here would flood my blog telling me I am wrong because of the author's intense prejudice. That being said, I am criticizing cheating in fiction, If you don't like that, don't interact
So often lately I see period dramas where the husband cheats on the wife (ex. Poldark, The Essex Serpent, Queen Charlotte, The Great)...and not only do I despise the cheating trope with every fibre of my being to where I get panic attacks when I consume the media...but specifically with period dramas...
Do these writers not understand the greater implications of a husband cheating on a wife during these periods? More than just the humiliation and heartbreak in the case of a loving, good marriage just like it is today.
In the Western world, probably until certain laws were enacted in the 1900's, if a woman married a man, she was legally his property. She had no legal identity under him. She was financially dependent on him. Any wages she made would automatically go to her husband. Her children were also not legally her children- they belonged to the father. If the husband died, even if the wife was still alive, the children were legally considered orphans.
Women could only rarely gain a divorce from their husbands. In England in the mid-1800's specifically, if a wife divorced a husband she had to prove he had to not only cheat but also be physically abusive, incestuous, or commit bestiality. On the other hand, a husband could divorce a wife just for being unfaithful. Because, kids, there were sexual double standards.
Getting married was often the endgame for a lot of women during that time. Sometimes you couldn't make your own living enough- marriage was a way to secure your entire future financially, with more than enough money to get by. If you were a spinster and middle class, you could get by with a job. But if you are an upper-class lady, the one thing a lady does not do is get a job and work. So upper-class spinsters basically were dependent on their families to get by (ex. Anne Elliott in Persuasion faces this with her own toxic family). As strange as it sounded today, marriage gave them some freedom to go about since a husband could be persuaded sometimes more easily than a father and one had a different home, their servants, etc. A husband was your foundation entirely for being a part of society, and standing up as your own woman.
So if a husband cheated on a wife, that was a threat to take all of that away.
He could give a lot of money that could be used to support his wife and children to the mistress. He could completely abandon said wife for the mistress. And since the wife legally couldn't get a job as he still lived, she would be dependent on any money he would said- and that is IF he sent over any money.
He could take her to court and publicly humiliate her to get a divorce away from her (look up the separation of Charles and Kate Dickens, he would call her mentally ill and say her cooking was bad and that she was having more children than they could keep up with all while having an affair and divorcing her to be with the misteress). And even if the wife was the nicest, more proper, goodest, more rule-abiding never-keeping-a-toe-out-of-line lady in town...as a man, the law was default on his side (look up Caroline Norton's A Letter to the Queen which details exactly that, the poor woman had her earnings as a writer taken by her husband and was denied access to her children from said husband)
So yeah...even if there was "no love" between them (and anytime the wife is portrayed as too boring or too bitchy so He HaS tO cHeAt is brought up is...pretty victim blamey)
So yeah. Period drama writers, if you have the husband have an affair ...just consider the reality of these things and address them, maybe punish the husband for once (*gasp* men facing consequences for their actions?!?!!), and if not, just please find other options and other tropes and devices for once.
#tw: cheating#cw: cheating#period dramas#feminism#history#books#tv shows#movies#television#tv series#costume drama#period film#queen charlotte#the essex serpent#the great#poldark
340 notes
·
View notes
Link
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard, Katelyn/Aaron Minyard
Characters: Kevin Day, Aaron Minyard, Katelyn Mackenzie, The Foxes | Palmetto State Foxes Member(s) (All For The Game)
Additional Tags: Cheating, Internalized Biphobia, Background Andrew/Neil - Freeform, Implied Sexual Content, Regret, Denial of Feelings
Summary:
Aaron's life is on it's way to being perfect, except that he can't stop fucking it up.
---
My 2024 Mixtape submission
40 notes
·
View notes
Text
Take It Out On Me
Summary: Kiri is the good guy. Always has been. Always smiling, always loyal, would hate to hurt anybody for no reason. So how does he keep finding himself tangled up with someone else’s girlfriend?
Genre: angst, pining, smut- MDNI
CW: cheating, choking, creampie, unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it guys), uhhh couch sex?
Word Count: 2,053
Kiri knows what the two of you have isn't healthy. Knows it down to his core that eventually, things are gonna blow up in his face and he's gonna lose everything, including the two most important people in his life.
And yet, when he feels your fingers crawling up under his shirt, your lips on his, he can't seem to find it in himself to care.
It's not often you come over after 11pm, and even rarer for you to not text him beforehand. Without having to even see your tear-stained face, he knows your boyfriend must have really done something to hurt your heart.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but heaven is buried beneath that angry gaze for Kiri. Sometimes you want to talk about it, and like a good friend, Kiri lets you rant, holds you close, and wipes away your tears.
Some nights he even goes as far as to defend your boyfriend, and his words soothe you enough to leave without even so much as a kiss. He tells you it's just because he's complicated, and even your boyfriend deserves to have someone on his side, but deep down, he knows it's just to ease the guilt of sleeping with someone else's girl.
"Take it out on me."
That one sentence lit the fire, uttered in the heat of a moment when he couldn't stand how close your face had been to his, your flushed expression, your tear-stained cheeks. His lips had just barely brushed over yours when he spoke, but it was all you'd needed to break both of your resolves.
He didn't realize it at the time, but he'd set a precedent for a routine with that invitation: You'd get back together with your boyfriend, have an explosive fight, and end up in Kiri's bed (or his shower or his truck or that one time in the hayloft on Bakugou's family property). And then you'd make up, and the cycle would restart.
Kiri knows you're never gonna pick him. He's made his peace with that, as much as it still stings to see you and your boyfriend together in public, knowing just the night before you'd been crying his name, sleeping in his arms.
But he'll take what he can get from you, and right now, it's your pretty cunt sinking down onto him. You tilt backward, adjusting so your dirty boots aren't sitting on the cheap fabric of his couch, and if he had half a mind left, he'd tease you about how eager you are that you haven't even taken the time to slip off your shoes.
He knows he should stop you every time you come over, tell you to go home to your boyfriend, or just pick one. Tell you to pick him, that he'll treat you so much better, treat you like the princess you are. But he can't think straight with you pressing your hips down, your soft walls clamping down on his cock. Can't think as your lips press over his pulse.
All he can think about is how good your bare skin feels against his, how in love with you he is, how long it's been since he's had you like this, and how much he missed it.
"Thanks for listening, Kiri," you mumble against his skin, fingers running through his hair, and he leans into your touch, sitting up straighter against the couch, your fingers sending tiny electric shocks throughout his system. You're always so pretty, so thankful when he's filling you up, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't addicted.
"Not a problem, sweetheart," he pants, fingers digging into your hips as he restrains himself from thrusting up into you, knowing you didn't let him work you open as much as he'd like in your haste to get back at your boyfriend and get some comfort. He'd lay you down in his bed on a typical night and spend hours with his head between your legs until you were a begging, crying mess, but tonight wasn't a typical night.
He'd barely been able to close his front door before your hands were all over him, mouth claiming his as you stretched on your tiptoes and shoved his button-up off his shoulders. He's lucky the two of you made it to the couch.
"No, I mean it. You don't know how much it means to me," you groan when your hips press flush against his, mouth parted, and eyes squeezed shut at the burning stretch, and he presses a soft kiss against the column of your throat in hopes to distract you.
He hums in reply, hoping that will be enough, giving an experimental roll of his hips that has you pressing your nails into his shoulders, crescent moons carved into his skin.
"I know it can't be easy keeping this a secret. I know it's hard. You're a good guy, and Bakugou is your best friend-" you begin to pant, face buried in his neck, and the reminder of who exactly he's betraying flips a switch inside Kiri.
In a second, he has your back pressed against the cushions of his couch, the hand that was just rubbing soft circles on your hip curled around your throat as he bares his teeth at you, eyebrows drawn together.
"Jus' shut the fuck up," he growls, lips crashing against yours, all teeth and tongue and fury. Because it is hard. He is the good guy, the loyal best friend, and he never wants to hurt Bakugo, hates the idea that he's betraying his trust, hates that he's lying to his face. He doesn't need the reminder, especially now, balls deep in his best friend's girl.
He slams his hips into yours, swallowing the strangled cry you let slip from your mouth before pulling back, his fingers tightening around your neck as his gaze drags over your body.
You're so perfect, it hurts.
From the way your eyes are rolling back, your soft swollen lips, the way the fat of your tits bounces with every rough thrust, down to your pretty cunt taking him so readily, it's just not fair. He knows you and Bakugou aren't good for each other, knows he could be everything you need, so why can't you see it?
"Kiri," you whine, tapping on the hand wrapped a little too tightly around your throat. He mumbles out an apology, loosening his grip immediately and dipping down to capture your mouth again, tongue sliding against yours.
He groans when you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he can't help the flutter in his stomach when he feels you smile against his mouth. He pulls away just enough to press his forehead against yours, slowing his pace as he pulls back so only the tip of his cock is nestled inside your wet warmth before rolling forward again.
When you open your mouth to complain, he shushes you, shaking his head slightly, his brow wrinkled. He wants to enjoy himself and get lost in the way you're squeezing his cock, but all he can think about is how you're going to leave when it's over; all he can think about is that somehow, he's still not good enough.
"Hey," your soft voice makes him peel open his eyes, and your hands envelop his face, fingers rubbing over the stubble as you search his gaze, mouth parted, eyes glassy, your brows drawn up in concern. "I love you."
Your quiet words knock all of the air out of Kiri's lungs as you pull him down for a sweet kiss, and he freezes for a half-second before he's kissing you back with a renewed fervor, pulling your wrists over your head to intertwine your fingers with his.
"Say it again," he pleads against your mouth, and you oblige, your breathy words breaking off into a moan when his pace picks back up, and he wonders if he's imagined all of it for a split second.
"Again." You give him what he wants, over and over, your words spurring his hips until he's rutting into that one spot inside you so hard that the couch is creaking, the phrase blurring into a chant as you keen, cumming around his cock as you cry your adoration for him.
The fragile hold he has on his release snaps when you cry into his neck, babbling about how it's always been him, and he lets go of your hands finally to grip your hips hard enough to bruise, teeth sinking into your shoulder, his hips stuttering.
He's never allowed himself to mark you before, never been allowed, but he doesn't care right now, and evidently neither do you, carding one hand sloppily through his hair while the other rakes over his shoulders, leaving angry red marks in its wake as he sends you hurtling towards another orgasm.
He paints your walls white, groaning against your skin as you whine and milk him dry, his release leaking out around his cock from the sheer amount.
"I love you too," he pants out finally, pressing a soft kiss over the fresh, angry bitemark he's marred you with, tracing his lips up higher across your jaw. He peppers kisses across your face as you giggle breathlessly, finally capturing your lips again, his heart so full he's afraid he might die right there.
You both let out low moans when he pulls out finally, watching as his cum leaks out and he uses two fingers to press it back inside of you, eyes glued on your flushed face and the way your back rises off the couch from the overstimulation.
He chuckles, kissing your hip, scooting down the couch to gently take your boots off your feet, grinning crookedly at you when you blush.
"Figured it was about time these came off," he teases, and you hum in response, turning onto your side and stretching. It's an unintentional tease, but a tease nonetheless, the way your muscles tighten and then release, the satisfied groan you let out, and his cock twitches.
"C'mere," he huffs, gathering you in his arms and standing. You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your cheek against his skin as he walks you to his bedroom, but look up in surprise when he drops you gently on the mattress.
"'M not done with you yet, pretty girl," he warns, caging you in with one arm as his other hand traces over your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip as he looks for a sign you want him to stop.
He finds none, only your pretty eyes staring adoringly up at him, and his breath hitches as he leans down to brush his lips over yours.
"Would ya.. say it again?" he asks hopefully, hesitantly, but you smile, looking him in the eyes as you hum out your response.
"I love you, Kirishima."
-----------------------------------------------------------------
When Kiri wakes, he's surprised to find the other half of the bed cold, your keys and clothes gone, but his bathroom still steamy from a recent shower.
For half a second, that old disappointment sinks into his bones before the memories of the night before come rushing back, and he slaps the back of his hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh threatening to jump out of his chest.
You finally said it.
You love him.
You love him.
The words bounce around his head as he goes about his morning, and for the first time in a while, he's not worried about getting a text from you. He knows where he stands now.
His excellent mood lasts his entire day, and while his stomach flips a bit at the idea of looking a freshly broken up Bakugou in the eye later in the evening, he brushes it away.
He decides that he'll probably have to wait a while to make things official, out of respect for Bakugou, but he's waited this long; what's another couple of months? He'll figure it out. All that matters is that you love him.
He never sees it coming when he walks into the bar to see you under Bakugou's arm, a hand slid comfortably under his shirt, Bakugou's face buried in your neck.
Like he never existed at all.
#cowboy anon writes#t writes#thecowboyanon writes#cowboy!kirishima#bnha kirishima#kirishima x you#eijiro kirishima#kirishima x reader#kirishima eijirou#mha#kirishima smut#kirishima angst#kiri smut#kiri angst#cowboy au#tw: cheating#cw: cheating
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
came across your homewreker megumi and god you're so right. I can definitely see him a little twisted and unwell, aiming for you and having the audacity to be jealous
he's possessive and has the ability to be so feral- consequently breaking up with him would be neverending. Those eyes would be burning on your skin forever
god anon EXACTLY.
i just think megumi would 1. be starving enough for you/for love that he would be a homewrecker. he'd take whatever you give him. but then also. 2. yeah he literally has the audacity to pick a fight with your partner.
i don't think megumi really lets you go. like ever lol. he might let you think you're split up but like. whose going to look out for you forever? who are you going to run to when you're in danger or in need? he's gonna make sure it's always him you turn to.
#i think he naturally is rather unwell#like he's never moving on and he's making sure you don't either LMAO#megumi beats the shit out of your shitty boyfriend and he looks good doing it 😖#cw: cheating#just in case#cielo chats!
20 notes
·
View notes
Note
how would the ROs react if they found out they were cheated on? would they be able to forgive or would they hold a grudge?
ASFKJAFSD not the cheating ask............
Rook: If someone cheated on Rook I think he'd stay together with that person and would probably be the only one to do so. He'd internalize it pretty hard. He deserves it, he's never been good at showing affection, anyone deserves better then him. He carries it like a wound he deserves.
Beck: It'd hurt a lot, but he's quick to forgive and move on. Wrong person, wrong time. I think Beck gets over things pretty quickly as well, mostly because he's pretty good at processing things.
Rhea: Rhea's been cheated on before and she becomes as cold as ice once she finds out. She'll never talked to them again, and she'll hold it against them for as long as she lives.
Zoe: I don't think they'd have much of an outward reaction towards it all. Internally, it's a cool rage that sits in their stomach for a while after. I think at some point it'll become indifference.
Lars: Yeah, he's holding a grunge and he's using it. That promotion at work? The fancy new job? The internship you've been hoping for? He knows people and he's cashing in a few favors to make things awful. Once he's had his fill, he goes back to how things were without any lingering feelings.
???: LOL the only person who might get a chance is MC, but that's never happening asfklajds
#em answers#cw: cheating#ch: rook#ch: beck#ch: rhea#ch: zoe#ch: lars#ch: ???#Lars is unhinged#the definition of fuck around and find out dlakjfa#also none of the ROs would cheat themselves ever aljkfa
24 notes
·
View notes
Note
thinking about max and charles being on vacation with their respective partners (idk where......greece? spain? france?) and running into each other. maybe there's been some tension between them recently so they've been talking/hooking up less in the lead up to summer break. they're both happy to see the other but it's awkward and difficult to fully be themselves around each other with their girlfriends there. some sexual tension, some glances across the room, maybe discrete text messages. idk just thinking thoughts
hello OP this is such a 🥵🥵🥵 prompt I've been thinking about it for days. I've brocedes'd too much today, so here's a lestappen for my crimes
cw: cheating, jealousy
also look at this asofterworld edit I made hehe
"Charles?"
Monaco is tiny. The elite one percenters of celebrities and athletes even smaller, practically living on the same street as each other.
So obviously, Max bumps into Charles in some coastal Italian city instead. It was such a surprise, seeing Charles and his girlfriend at the entrance of the restaurant Max's entourage had booked out so they wouldn't be bothered by fans, that Max found himself calling his name before he could catch himself; similar to Charles calling out to him at the end of last year's celebrations on the yacht.
Charles turned, and yes, it was absolutely him -- pink and damp hair probably from the sea, holding his girlfriend's hand both in casual, lounge wear. His face is just as surprised as Max feels, registering Max's presence.
Max gets up to greet them. "Wow, hi. What are the chances!"
He makes sure to play the role of welcoming host, trying to not think of the last time they -- well, the last time he saw Charles was at Hungary. He hadn't stuck around, and Max had been busy with the podium and then celebrating ending the season on a high. He's pretty sure Charles didn't want to see him then, even to blow off steam. It was an unspoken, unofficial thing -- meeting up after they'd both finished on podium, and finishing each other off. The last time had been Austria, fuck had that been one to remember. But they kept getting rarer, with Charles avoiding Max after a bad race, their points gap ever widening. He wasn't sure where he stood with Charles, going into summer break, and now here they were; in the flesh.
"Yeah...," Charles smiled haltingly, "Uh, this is my girlfriend, Charlotte. Charlotte, Max." He introduced them, wrapping an arm around Charlotte as if to prove a point. They were cute together, in matching prints, both delicate and mousy -- a bit like siblings, Max thought unkindly. "We were here to lunch but since it's booked, we are just gonna--"
"Please, join us." Max says immediately. His mom is at the table and she'd be disappointed at his inhospitability if he didn't even offer. It wouldn't be awkward, there was a whole group of people, they could be normal around each other and meet in circumstances out of racing. "It's our fault the place is booked out anyways, the lobster is very good."
"Ah, we couldn't intrude--" Charles' eyes flashed, keeping the smile on. By this time, some of Max's entourage walked up to them as well.
"No, come sit, there's plenty of room." "My mom is a Ferrari fan." They were much better at haggling than Max was, that's how they had his card to book the place in the first place.
Charlotte tugged at his sleeve, and after they shared a look -- Charles seemed to give in, smiling politely at everyone, the perfect charming son and not looking at Max.
Adding a few extra chairs, Max found himself with Charles on one side, and Kelly on the other; with Charlotte on Charles' other side and Max's mom and sister across from them. He's worried it is going to be awkward, but the group reinstates the "No racing talk" rule and he can see Charles visibly relax slightly. He wants to pat his back to reassure him, but keeps his hands clear off Charles, resting it on the back of his chair instead. No need to stoke fires, here.
Charles orders in perfect Italian, of course he does, and they commiserate on yachting. Apparently, there had been a shark in the waters yesterday, nobody saw it but everyone was dramatic about it, Victoria sharing a story of how she freaked out feeling some seaweed around her foot, and Max teasing her about it. Charles was looking at him, with a smile incredibly fond.
"It is so nice you boys can share a nice meal together even being lead rivals now. Of course, I remember Charles from your karting days too, so I know you're both good boys." Sophie comments, and Max's heart swells. Somehow it was important to him that his mother liked Charles. Charles tended to be catnip to older women, who kept trying to feed him and ruffle his hair but he ducked his head shyly at the words too.
The food arrives, and it is delicious, fresh, definitely worth whatever Max was being charged. Max was listening to a story Charles was saying when Kelly interrupted his listening with a, "babe" and put a piece of buttered lobster in his mouth. He might have moaned, it was so good. She smiled, pecking him on the lips -- no one else batting an eye, used to their PDA. Max didn't see Charles narrowing his eyes, continuing his story.
Max turning from Kelly to Charles dropped his fork, and he bent down the same time as Charles to pick it up, who got it first and handed it to him... and then rested his hand on Max's thigh, skin on skin since he was wearing shorts.
Max stumbled on his words, Charles not even looking at him -- turned to talk to Charlotte, hand still there; the weight of it burning, hidden under the table. Nobody could see but if anyone knew to look, maybe a passing by waiter -- they could be caught. Out in the open. He knew all about Charles' exhibitionist streak, taking off Max's fireproofs and getting on his knees in an empty storage room in the paddock anyone could walk in, not allowed to lock because of safety regulations but that was fooling around on the grid. Both their respective partners were here. Max makes no move to take Charles' hand off, in fact leans forwards to hide the visibility with his body as much as he could.
Charles doesn't even react, still smiling in some other conversation. Max wished just this contact wasn't enough to rile him up, but it had been so long with him and Charles; and suddenly to have him here, golden, beautiful, tanned right beside him...
"You alright, Maxy?" Someone asks, and Max is happy he forwent sunscreen yesterday and his whole face is red anyways.
"Yeah, just a bit tired." He shifted, feeling Kelly's hand massaging his neck and leaning into the touch. Charles keeps his hand where it is.
"Course, you are. We could hear you lovebirds all night." Someone else joked, and Kelly flipped them off, grinning. Charles' hand climbs higher, where the ends of his shorts met his inner thigh, slipping inside and squeezes the soft flesh. Max is proud he doesn't yelp.
He turns to look at Charles, who was looking straight ahead, completely innocent with the corners of his lips upturned, hiding a smile like he got away with a sneaky move on track that should've been penalised. Oh this absolute motherfucker. Across the table, he saw Charles holding Charlotte's hand on the table, rubbing a thumb across her hand. A true romantic, with his hand inside another man's pants. Sophie looks at them quizzically, probably wondering why Max looked like a deer in headlights and fuck, Max was going to kill Charles if he got him hard here, hand slowly massaging his thigh in measured squeezes.
As charged as the moment is, Charles' touch electrifying, it's gone as soon it when the second a server made their way with the platter of desserts and Max wished they had some code, multi-21 Plan C box box to the nearest bathroom, his thigh left unattended with no one to leave small crescent moon nail prints which would disappear. Unfortunately, as tense and on edge as he was at the possibility of more -- dessert went uneventful, Charles and Charlotte sharing one together, very cute, Max wanted to roll his eyes at them as Kelly fed him a bite of her cake.
By the time they're all finished eating, any potential embarrassing situations in Max's shorts have gone down, Charles reverting to his polite self everyone thinks they know him as. Max knows better, he'd had him come undone in his hands at their motorhome, knows how terrible Charles can be after a win and how much he looks forward to it.
When it's time to get up and leave, Charles shakes Max's hand and sincerely thanks him and the whole for the invite, the interaction much like how they are after a race -- so cordial and polite, one could almost mistake them for friends.
"I'll text you, yeah?" Charles said, winking at him before taking Charlotte's hand to leave.
Max is stood there, stunned. Since when did they text? Or speak outside of the paddock? Did Charles even have his number?
He didn't have to wait long to find out, his phone beeping later that night from a Monaco number.
"Thanks for lunch. Looking forward to meeting on track after summer break."
It's such an innocuous text, and Max presumes it has to be -- his girlfriend is right next to him, but he knows what the weight of those words carry, what it implies. His mouth goes dry. Clearly, someone is hopeful about Ferrari's performance after break.
"Let's make it a good one." He texts back, saving Charles' number. When Kelly goes down on him that night, he asks to leave hickeys on his thigh.
#lestappen#blorbocedes ask#my fics#my edits#hehehe 🔵🔵#lmk if you liked it <3#cw: cheating#f1 rpf#a softer f1#a softer world#blorbocedes edits#cw: jealousy#charles leclerc x max verstappen
205 notes
·
View notes
Text
Summary:
Over a decade after his father chose duty over love, Tenten's son activates the Byakugan in a moment of panic. That was never supposed to happen, but then, neither was he.
Neji's child is a living reminder that his dream of reforming the Hyuga clan came at the cost of another - a life alongside the woman Neji loved, and perhaps still loves. Amid the tangled web of clan interests and intimate politics, neither Neji nor Tenten can deny that realizing their shared dream bears a steep cost. Whatever their hopes, dreams rarely come free or easy.
Rating: Explicit (all smut scenes are skippable, and I've done my best to warn for them)
Words: 50k+ (final count ~100k)
Check it out if you like: Forbidden love, class/clan politics exploration, sibling bonding, tons of self-indulgent angst
**Read below the cut for some author's notes**
I've been really behind on updating Tumblr with my writing projects. But, sometimes writing and updating my fics is plenty for me to manage. Since I last shared this fic to Tumblr, I've updated quite a bit - hitting the 50k-word mark on AO3 was a pretty exciting milestone. Though I began posting with 90k+ words prewritten, I'm starting to rewrite and restructure large parts of my original work. Which is not a bad thing! As I've immersed myself back into the story, I've gotten a clearer idea of what kinds of dynamics I want to portray, and what character arcs make sense.
I also want to redo my original ending because the shipper within wants Neji and Tenten to have a more storybook ending. Well, as much of a storybook ending as one could have when there's blatant cheating and a secret lovechild (or multiple?) involved. Not committing to anything yet, though.
Hope someone finds this and enjoys it!
#nejiten#neji x oc#naruto fanfiction#tenten#hyuga neji#angst and smut#cw: cheating#love triangle#my fanfic writing
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
A little snippet of smth I thought of when I was sadddddd
Steve slams the bedroom door in Eddie's face but he opens it back up and turns him around. "You don't get to fucking shut me out, Steve! I fucked up I know but give me a fucking chance!!" The tears threatening to pour from Steve's eyes started to fall and drench his face. "You cheated on me, Eddie! That's not something you can take back! You can't unfuck him, can you?!" Steve digs his nails into his palms, breaking the skin and letting the blood show. Eddie puts his hands on the sides of Steve's face and holds him. "I've never been in a good relationship before you. Please let me make it up to you." He pulls the hands off of his cheeks and points to the door. "If you want to make me feel better then leave." Eddie's eyebrows scrunched together. "What? Ste-" Steve sobs out his words and screams in Eddie's face. "Get the fuck out!"
His legs feel like jelly and they start to wobble, his breathing quickens, and his hands start to shake. Normally when this happens, he lets Eddie hold him and sing him soft songs, lets him rock him back and forth like a baby, and pet his hair like a dog. But he just stares and waits for him to leave. Eddie's eyes fill with tears as he walks out and slams the door, he leaves Steve there, hopeless and lonely. The second the door shuts, he falls to the ground and tugs his knees to his chest. The blood from his palms coats his legs where he holds them close and he leans down to bite his knee to keep from screaming. Sobs rack through his body and his head pounds from the gasping breaths he is taking. The panic sets in his body and suddenly everything feels real. Steve's throat feels like it's closing up so he reaches for water to calm him down but he just lies there, hyperventilating and wishing Eddie was here to comfort him.
Even after everything and after all the hurt he caused, he still loves him. Needs him. Steve's sobs get louder and louder as he thinks of how much he needs him but he can't have that anymore. Walking in on your boyfriend railing a random guy in a bar bathroom after his gig was heartbreaking. Steve was supposed to be in that guys spot, he was supposed to surprise Eddie and finally tell him that he loves him, but no. Steve's side starts hurting from the hard floor so he drags himself into his bed and wraps the blankets over him. His breathing is starting to slow, it feels like his lungs are starting to give out. He closes his eyes but he sees Eddie's dick inside someone else and it just makes him cry more. He wonders, what happened all the other times he wasn't at Eddie's gig? How many other people has he fucked?
The thoughts hurt his brain and he has to know. He picks up his phone and calls Eddie. "Baby?" Steve speaks and his voice is almost gone. "Don't call me that." He bites his lip to keep from sobbing. "I needed to know... how many other guys have you fucked while we were together?" Eddie's breath catches and Steve can hear it over the phone. "What do you mean... we're together. We're still-" Steve cuts him off and lets his anger show this time. "Answer the fucking question, Eddie!" A small cry comes from the other side of the call. "Only him... but I fucked him twice. I'm sorry." That gave Steve the closure he needed. "That's all I needed to know. Bye." Eddie calls out before the call ends but he hangs up before he can form any words. Steve throws the phone across the room and he can see it hitting a corner, the glass probably shattered. He curls up in a ball, tears draining from his eyes, and cries himself to sleep. He's over it.
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
FAMILY AFFAIRS - ISAGI YOICHI
synopsis: You've got everything in life. A happy marriage with the love of your life, a new job, and you have enough savings to buy a new house! Luckily enough, your kind stepbrother offers to come with you to the open house tour while your husband is busy and away. Nothing can go possibly wrong, right?
contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, stepbro!isagi, reader is married to sae, reader also wears a dress hehe, cheating, manipulation, dub-con, step cest, isagi is jealous and is a bully, kinda borderline yandere!isagi, hickeys, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, pet names/name-calling, dumbification, doggy/missionary/mating press, ass slapping, dacryphilia, light choking, having sex while on a phone call (oral), mirror sex, mdni
word count: 3.9K
a/n: part 1 of my kinktober event! idk probably the filthiest thing I've ever written in my life idk what to make of it but enjoy (im sorry sae whoops) and i swear im a good girl
Compared to how most remarriages go, you have to say that your family is part of the lucky ones.
It happened back in high school, where all the weird emotions and hormones of a teenager are at its high but, surprisingly, your stepbrother and stepfather were extremely easy-going people. And they still are. Your stepfather treats your mom with utmost care and grace, something you haven't seen in a while since your biological father stepped out of your life.
Your stepbrother, now a pro football player, is almost a carbon copy. Growing up, Isagi has always been willing to help out around the house, staying up to help you study for exams throughout undergrad and, even now, he's offering to come with you to do something that'll take up half of his off day.
"Hey," You shut your phone after sending a brief message to your husband as Isagi hops into the driver’s seat, hair slightly damp and wearing an oversized hoodie with a pair of sweats as he had just gotten out of the shower. "Thanks for coming with me, you didn’t have to."
Your stepbrother shrugs his shoulders in response as he adjusts the side and rearview mirrors before starting the ignition. "I’ve got nothing going on today. Besides," Isagi eyes you playfully and pinches your exposed thighs between your dress leg slits. "Who knows what might happen if I let you go off by yourself?"
You return the favor with a light slap over his head, earning a loud yelp from the male. "It’s just an open house tour, not like I’m going off to war."
He scoffs cheekily, fixing his hair. "Yeah, but the realtor could be a serial killer or worse—" Isagi leans towards you and lowers his voice. "—an undercover clown."
You shrink, back pressing against the car door, and laugh. "The only undercover clown I see here is you.”
"You’re so lame." Isagi huffs before stepping on the gas pedal.
After a quick game of rock, paper, and scissors over who gets possession of the aux, he begrudgingly accepts defeat and allows you to play everything but country. When he manages to get on the highway, he speaks again, turning down the music volume just slightly. "What’s Sae up to these days? I hardly see him come to our family functions anymore."
You stop humming to the current song and break your gaze from the window. There's a small frown that forms, without you realizing it, and you bite your lips. "You know how his schedule usually is. Campaigns and interviews got him busier nowadays. But he should be landing home later."
"Later today?" Isagi quirks a brow.
You nod, shifting in your seat. "Mhm, he said he’ll call me once the flight lands. Why?"
There’s a long pause before Isagi answers, shrugging his shoulders, and turns at the exit. "No reason."
The drive there is relatively smooth. You guys pass the time with quick snippets of what's going on in your lives since Isagi had just returned overseas from a match and, despite not really knowing the ins and outs of football that much, you're still willing to listen to whatever he's rambling on about. It's one of the small things that you adore about Isagi, he's shamelessly passionate about his career, and oddly enough, the conversation gives you a burst of energy.
You shoot back with your own life updates, though a bit more mild and mundane to his travels and exciting goals. You briefly mention a new job promotion, your closest friends announcing their pregnancy, Sae's new ad campaigns, and all the other houses you've toured within the past three months. The current house you're viewing today seems promising and within Sae's expected pay range.
From what you've seen online, it's a three-story house built near the edge of a hill with an attached infinity pool, a masterchef-styled kitchen, and a private built-in gym. You don't really need all of that, but who are you to deny your husband's generosity?
Isagi lets out a long whistle when he pulls up next to the realtor's car on the long, winding driveway. "You're seriously gonna be living here?" He seems to be in disbelief at the size and so are you. It's a lot bigger in person than what the pictures offer.
"Maybe," You hop out of the car, brushing off any sort of dust collecting to your dress, and adjust your purse straps. "Hopefully, this will be the one."
While you didn’t think the realtor would be a creep, Isagi wasn’t wrong when he suggested tagging along. Upon entering the house, the realtor immediately makes an unwarranted comment about your figure, commenting on how nicely the dress hugs your body before offering his hand. Isagi intercepts smoothly by introducing himself as your boyfriend, which honestly came out of left field, but at least the realtor backed off for the remainder of the tour. After an hour of showcasing, the agent hands his business card to Isagi and nearly stumbles over his feet when leaving the property.
"Is he gone?"
Isagi pulls one of the curtains aside and nods. "Yeah, his car isn’t in the driveway anymore."
"Ugh, it’s a shame but at least the place is nice." You briefly snap a couple of photos of the living room and kitchen. "I think we might put in an offer by the end of the week."
"It's not too far from my place either," Isagi adds. He wanders around the kitchen some more, pulling the cabinet drawers open and playing with the faucets carefree now that the agent is out of sight. "Think I could crash here sometime?" He jokes.
"As much as I love having your annoying ass around, I think not." You giggle when a cute pout forms on his lips. "Okay, maybe like once a month." It's hard to say no to your stepbrother sometimes.
You meet up with him in the kitchen, hands gently gliding across the marble kitchen countertop and stopping when Isagi manages to pull out an unopened champagne bottle from the fridge. He waves it around for a bit before signaling at the glasses in the cupboards.
Isagi bites his lips thoughtfully. "You wanna?"
Why not? It's been quite the ride to get here and you like to think of this as an early celebration. You pull out two glasses and eagerly watch as Isagi opens the bottle. He fumbles a bit with the top and a good amount of the liquid starts spilling out, dripping over the countertop and onto the floor.
"Shit, wait let me clean that up—" He rushes to grab a nearby towel though you beat him to it with your own pair of napkins from your purse.
"It's okay, I've got it, Yoichi." You start to bend down but he grabs a hold of your wrist, forcing you back up.
"No," His tone is firm and you could've sworn there's something fleeting that flashes across his eyes for a moment. "Let me take care of it."
And for whatever reason, you let him. "Alright..."
Isagi takes his time cleaning up the spill. He's careful like that, maybe because he knows you're insistent on buying this property. Knowing him, he wants to make sure everything is perfect.
His hands stop when it reaches your shoes and you feel your breath catching in your throat. The sight of him on his knees triggers a reaction you can't quite understand. You shove the thoughts away and cough loud enough once you notice him hesitating.
"Is there something wrong?" Your voice comes out faint, almost breathy.
"It got on your dress," Isagi states casually, lifting his head to meet your confused gaze. "Mind if I get that for you?" He whispers the last part as if there's a hidden intention behind his words.
You're not sure if your dress got wet. You're positive that nothing spilled on it. But, according to your kinder-spirited stepbrother, there are a few spots and you suppose it'll be bad to leave it unattended.
"Sure," You answer on instinct.
"That's good," Isagi begins dabbing the cloth gently against the fabric, slowly making his way up until he's hovering over your pelvis.
You have no idea why you're starting to feel yourself burn all over the place. It feels like Isagi is taking mental pictures of your figure, storing them all in his head as you feel his eyes trace your skin. Goosebumps start trailing down your arms and you shift your legs together. "Yoichi—"
Isagi stops his motions and tips his head down, letting his bangs fall over his eyes. He lets the towel fall to the floor and you twitch when you begin to feel his callous palms hiking all the way up your legs. It's strangely hypnotic, watching your stepbrother do this and you're not sure why you're allowing it to happen. Everything begins to feel hazy, surreal, and wrong.
Your gut twists on itself inside out when his fingers toy with the waistband of your panties. Surely, there are some champagne spills there? Right? Maybe that's why you feel comfortable spreading your legs for him to clean it up. The two of you silently exchange dazed glances when you guide his hands, brushing the panties to the side of your legs as your heat gains exposure to the air.
"Gotta clean this one too," He rasps out. And you take a deep, shuddering breath when Isagi's lips latch onto your folds, wasting no time with his tongue. You feel like your heart is going to pound out of your chest.
A thousand questions flood through your mind. Has he always viewed you this way? How are you going to present this to Sae? Should you even say anything to your husband at this point? They're the wrong questions to be focusing on, you know that better than anyone. In a split second, your healthy relationship with Isagi has opened so many cracks around its edges that it's now something completely irreparable.
And you're ashamed of just how goddamn good this feels.
"You're so sweet down here." Isagi's eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, already seemingly drunk off of you.
Your eyes threaten to flutter shut as his tongue traces around, larping up your intoxicating slick. Isagi lets out a low groan when your fingers run through his hair, gripping it just slightly forward enough to allow his nose to brush against your aching nerve.
All of this comes crashing down when a familiar ringtone goes off. You nearly jump at the rapid vibrations from your purse and hastily fish out your phone, heart dropping at the contact that's on the screen.
"Pick it up, I'll be quiet." The way that easily comes out of his mouth makes you want to throw up.
You swallow back a moan and clench the phone tight in your hands. "Yoichi, I'm being serious...! If he finds out we're both dead!"
"Then make me."
His hot breath hovers over your clit as he looks up, masking his ill intentions behind his seemingly big, innocent eyes. Those very same eyes that would comfort you after a bad day, the same eyes that shine whenever you told him about an achievement—no matter how big or small—, and the very same eyes that are now clouded with something more sinister as he searches for an answer in your own pair.
"If you don't want it then push me away. Make up your mind or else Sae's gonna be worried." Isagi mocks your voice when attempting to say your husband's name. The way it rolls off his tongue makes your stomach churn and the wedding band on your hand suddenly feels unbearably tight.
You shouldn't. You know better. You're in love with Sae Itoshi and this—whatever this is—needs to stop.
"You're turning into a mess down here, sis." You attempt to close your legs together but his grip is like iron. Isagi tilts his head to the side and huffs over your nub. "I said push me, baby."
"Y-Yoi—" Your words get stuck in your throat as he 'accidentally' brushes his lips against your heat. Another dark glint flashes across his eyes and he grins.
You pick up the call and clear your throat, but your free hand wanders to your stepbrother's head, giving him the slightest nudge so that his nose brushes against your slick heat.
"Hi babe, how is everything?" You're trying so hard to level your voice.
"Just landed," Sae replies. There are muffled voices in the background, which you assume are his bodyguards and paparazzi. After some awkward shuffling, he asks, "Are you at the property right now?"
"Yeah," You continue to tug at Isagi's hair, suppressing a moan when he flicks his tongue a bit too hard over your sensitive nub. "It's spacious and has a nice backyard, I—I think you'll like it." You're beginning to pant, almost whining, under your stepbrother's touch.
"Mhm, send over pictures when you can. Is Isagi with you right now?"
You nearly choke out a sob as his fingers begin to edge their way inside. "Y-Yes!" You sputter out, launching forward as your knees begin to grow weak.
"Hey, are you okay?"
You can't stop the twitching and bucking of your legs. Isagi notices and wraps a free arm around the back of your legs, keeping you upright and pressed against his face. "I-I'm fine, why?" You breathe out.
"You sound like you're sick." Sae is concerned. Concerned for your well-being while you are currently getting fingered by your stepbrother.
You almost cry when you feel Isagi’s fingers slip out of your sloppy folds. He gets up from his knees, gripping your waist as you stumble forward from the loss in pleasure, and grabs a hold of your phone. As if he's playing a game, Isagi holds up a finger to his lips, silently asking you to keep quiet. It’s almost scary how fast you see him transition from being an absolute monster to back to being your loving stepbrother all in a second.
Even with his mouth covered in your slick, he clears his throat and speaks with confidence to Sae. "She's feeling a bit down now but I'll drive her back once we're done."
"Is that so?" Sae lets out a heavy sigh. "Thanks, Isagi. I should be back before dinner so keep me updated."
"Anytime, we'll see you later!" Isagi grins over the line before twisting his head down at you. "Sis, do you have anything else to say?" There is it. That look again. His smile sends shivers down your legs as he presses the device to your ear, rubbing it firmly against the side of your face.
You can't find the power within you to break free from Isagi's taunting gaze. The way his lips grow wider as fear washes over yours makes you only fall for his touch just more. It's almost addicting as much as it's wrong.
"I love you, Sae." You force out the words and your stepbrother has the audacity to laugh.
Thankfully, Sae doesn't hear it. "I love you too. I'll talk to you guys later." And the line drops.
Isagi doesn't give you time to recollect your thoughts as he plunges his fingers back into your warmth. Your body staggers under him, hips matching his feverous rhythm, throwing the last of your morals out the window.
"Oh my god—!"
"You love him, yeah?" He hums in the crook of your neck and presses his hardened length against your plush thighs. "Love him more than me?" Isagi coos.
You throw your head into his chest, eyes shut tight, and inhale his stimulating scent. "I love him, y-yes I do...!" You fumble over the words and make a mournful sound.
"Is that so? Well, it doesn't matter either way—" Isagi drags you easily in his arms to the bedroom and positions himself behind you while facing the full-body mirror by the closet. "—because you're going to be screaming out my name." He pulls down your dress straps and starts leaving hungry, sloppy kisses across your neck and shoulder blades.
A shaky breath escapes your lips and you shut your eyes, tilting your head to the side, allowing him even more access. "Yoi..."
"Look at yourself, sis." His sudden sharp tone makes your eyes shoot up. His sweatpants fall down around his thighs and you see him stroking his thick length in the mirror. Isagi presses it against your increasingly wet folds, groaning from how easily your body accepts him, and gives your ass a harsh slap. "Watch how I fuck you."
You can barely recognize yourself in the mirror. Lipstick smeared, tears pooling at your eyes from a mixture of pleasure and guilt, dress straps slipping off your flushed shoulders, and the numerous amounts of hickeys from your stepbrother marred against your skin. And you still have that damn wedding ring on.
Isagi sucks his teeth in as he watches your chest rise and fall when he slowly enters you. The feeling is different compared to Sae's.
Your stepbrother's cock is thicker and angled more to the right, hitting and stretching out spots that you didn't know existed. Once you bottom him out, Isagi pulls back his hips before snapping them back into place. Just one thrust from him is enough to knock the air out of you. He keeps repeating the motion until you're a writhing mess and a puddle from your heat collects onto the hardwood floor.
"A-Ah—w-wait fuckfuckfuck...!"
Isagi snatches your face in his hand and pulls you up against his chest, making his cock nest deeper into your velvety walls. "Visit me often, yeah? It's not fair that he gets to fuck this pretty pussy every day."
You let out a muffled moan when Isagi collides his lips against yours, his tongue immediately seeking refuge in your mouth. Everything feels so hazy, so intense, nothing like this reminds you of how sweet and gentle Isagi usually treats you.
"Baby," He breathes, relocating his hand on your face to your neck, he gives it a tender squeeze. "I'm better, aren't I?" Isagi lets out a whine when he feels your insides tightening up around him.
Your eyes are glossed over, drool seeping out from the edge of your mouth as you mumble, "I—I don’t know… I’m—aaah…”
"Huh? What was that?" He pulls back, keeping the tip in, and chuckles when he watches your face twist in disappointment at the loss of feeling. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."
Isagi watches your reflection, paying close attention to the way your lips quiver at your next words. It's almost as if he's getting off at seeing your internal conflict with tears sticking hot against your lashes. Finally, you give in. "Y-You're better, Yoichi... you fill me up more than Sae..."
His eyes widen with glee. "That's what I fucking thought." Within seconds, he adjusts his grip on your hips and snaps back into your puffy folds. "If he ever makes you cry, you know your big brother is going to take care of you, right? No one can take care of you like I can."
You catch your breath when his toned biceps lift you in his arms. The second your back meets the mattress, his length stretches your hot entrance again.
"Shit, it's like you're made for me," Your legs hang limp over his shoulders as he presses deeper. "You take me in so good."
You pant uncontrollably under him, wanting to start sentences but being unable to finish as his thrusts and the lewd wet sounds from your heat bounce off the walls. You can tell by the dark look in Isagi's eyes that he relishes in the feeling of making you feel overwhelmed and stimulated. Every time when you call out his name, when your moans are forced out by his animalistic thrusts, he clenches his grip harder around you.
"Get on your knees, baby," Isagi coos and he lets out a dark chuckle when you obediently nod.
You struggle to get on all fours, lower body shaken to its core from the intense raw pleasure. You’re taken aback when you see the sheer amount of sweat and other bodily fluids that stain the mattress sheets beneath you. While you're brain is trying to process how on earth you guys are going to clean this up, Isagi has taken hostage your hips again, lifts your dress up, and is already repositioning himself from behind. With a swift swipe of his tip, he claims his territory once again.
"Fuck," He hisses, watching the plump of your ass jiggle at every thrust he makes. His other hand twists underneath you, digits finding their home on your clit. "You make the sweetest sounds, you know that?"
A familiar coil builds in your stomach. A feeling that has brought you and Sae closer dozens of times before. Only, this time, you feel yourself about to come undone by the hands of a different man. As his fingers work their final motion around your throbbing clit, your vision turns foggy, and your body slumps onto the mattress as your orgasm washes over you. Isagi groans as your walls fluctuate and squeeze desperately around his length, sending him close to his own ending.
His fingers dig deep into the flesh of your ass, leaving half-crescent moons, as he pumps streaks of white inside and pulls out immediately, allowing some to finish dribbling out on your back. The sight of you spasming with the combination of both your and his fluids spewing out causes him to moan in delight.
"Once a month, right?" He repeats your earlier promise, hot breath ticking your wet skin. When he realizes that you're too dumb-fucked to respond back, he reaches over and attempts to wipe the sweat collecting on your face. His normal bright smile comes back and it's like nothing has changed. "Let's get ready to meet up with Sae."
There's a heavy shift in the air when dinner arrives.
Isagi had graciously offered his hoodie to cover up the hickeys, knowing damn well that your husband is going to see them regardless when you return to your shared apartment. Still, Isagi believes he's still doing his due diligence as a good stepbrother.
You're sitting across from Sae and have been avoiding both males' gazes throughout the evening. From the second you sat down, to the moment Sae kissed your cheek, it felt so hard to breathe. You're not sure if Isagi is helping or making the situation worse by rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh.
It's almost an hour into dinner and you've only taken three bites and are on your third glass of wine. Being the attentive husband he is, Sae picks up on your uneasiness and sets down his fork.
"Everything alright?" Sae eyes the two of you across the table.
"Yeah," Isagi speaks for you and curls an arm around your shoulder. "She's just feeling under the weather, remember?"
You're too overwhelmed by everything going on, so you lean into his touch, hands gripping your thighs in the process like you're trying to crush something, knuckles white and fingertips bruising.
You hate how going back to your husband's arms after this, talking about your future together, and potentially starting a family—all of it seems like it's the most daunting feeling in the world.
KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART I)
@milkistoshi @mareonyan @saenora @blissblossom @wowonamo
#doobean:kinktober23#bllk smut#bllk#blue lock smut#blue lock#blue lock x reader#isagi yoichi#isagi yoichi x reader#isagi yoichi smut#whoops sorry my fingers slipped#cw: cheating#im sorry sae ...#i love u#cw: stepcest#doobean writes
903 notes
·
View notes
Text
hello! its that cabin au part 3! know that meme, i can fix him? we're making them worse!
part 1 / part 2
————
After an… exciting day of hiking, where techno has taken many chances to slip inside of you, watching you cry into his neck trying to muffle yourself… and the hike back to the cabin of course, it is perfectly okay to say that everyone is exhausted.
And well, you’re one to tap out after strenuous but after a three hour nap, and your boyfriend boiling you in the dead of summer, you’re not shying away from the cool night on the porch, on the swinging bench.
Your feet scrape the wooden boards gently, brushing against it as you let your legs do some of the work, the breeze cooling your burning face and neck faster than you anticipated. Your head tips to the left, leaning against the arm and closing your eyes. The sounds of the night lulling you into a sleep, the crickets chirping and the owls hooting every now and then. It’s pretty nice.
Then someone opens the door and you’re not that quick to open your eyes. The door shuts with a quiet click.
Your name is murmured within a scratchy throat, and you lift your head, rubbing your eyes open as you turn to look at the father of your boyfriend. “Hey, Phil, couldn’t sleep so I figured I should sit out here for a minute,” he nods, taking the seat next to you, the bench creaking the tiniest bit under his weight, nothing like the sounds it’d make if his boyfriend was the one next to you.
You’re tempted to do something but something about the peace, the quiet and existing next to him is something you haven’t had in a while. Yes, you enjoyed feeling good while making this man feel good, while under the current, rigid circumstances, but there’s a reason why you loved Techno’s family the way you did. They were not only interesting but incredibly kind to you. (Not to mention, unbelievably hot.)
“You’re good for my son, I’ve never seen him happier.” Phil’s low voice hums next to your ear, mumbling to you or himself, you’re not sure. “I don’t know why I’m meddling with it.”
You smile, shifting in your seat and give him a side-look, “you know I’m not good for him for that exact reason. And… I don’t think I want to stop anytime soon.” Your hand slides over his pajama pants, squeezing his thigh a little bit. You lean close, your mouth parting as you kiss his shoulder. “But if you ever want to stop, then tell me.” You slip your hand away, sitting straight up while you pull the cardigan over your chest, “I'm not going to be an asshole.”
You hear him shudder a breath, a shiver rolling down his spine as his hand stops you from leaving, encircling around your wrist soundly as you turn to stare at him. You watch him hesitate to form words but with the way he’s stopped you… you know he’s not going to stop this little thing between the two of you. (You’re certainly not, if you can help it.)
“I don’t want to stop. I’ve never felt more alive,” he confesses and you reach up with a free, slow hand. Caressing the side of his face and watching him lean into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut and you nearly coo, enjoying this bit of peace with him. You nearly feel bad at ruining it when you tug your hand out of his hand, cupping his junk and feeling him stiffen against you. “You gonna let me suck you off while everyone’s asleep?” You whisper to him and his head tips back, a quiet groan escaping his lips while you move to get on your knees, getting comfortable while you fish his cock out, wetting his head with the tip of your tongue and sucking it into your mouth.
His hands come up to hold your head, his hands gripping the sides and making you feel hotter in a way you didn’t come out here for.
His muted moans, only quiet because of how hard he’s biting down on his lips, you’re sure, they set your insides on fire, knowing just how much chaos the cabin would be in if they found the two of you like this. Phil’s tiny ponytail slowly comes undone while his jaw is lax, prayers being mouthed to the ceiling of the porch, and no doubt, the reason being why the most incriminating. You, on your knees, lovingly tending to his dick, slobbering over and taking it into your throat even when you felt you couldn’t breathe, your lips will no doubt be puffy. And when his thighs tense, his fingers dig into your skull, a little dull tugging at your scalp making you moan, you know he’s close. So what do you do besides flick your tongue over his piss slit and suck at his head until he shoves your head down all the way, leaning forward as he curls into your mouth, pulsing as spurts of cum are shot down your throat.
You finally come up when he relaxes against the bench, massaging your head and giving you a look with his half-lidded eyes, kissing his tip goodbye and you press one into your fingers, fingers against his lips. “See you in the morning.”
“Can’t I return the favor?” He asks, hand sliding up to kiss your knuckles, looking up as you stand.
You hum, thinking to yourself how you should return to bed, Techno will probably wake up any minute and the faster you two part, the safer you should be from the consequences of getting caught.
And the thought of getting caught leads to you pressed against the cabin from the outside, gasping as your legs are over Phil’s shoulder, his tongue lapping over your clit, over your labia and pulls not one but two orgasms out of you, the sounds of slurping too addicting in your ears to let him stop at one.
You gather your breath as Phil wipes his mouth across your thighs, smiling to himself as he says goodnight, entering the cabin. Still breathing heavily and legs shaking as you approach the bench swing, you take what feels like an hour before going back inside, being sure you could actually walk without seeming weird.
And when you slip into the shower, scrubbing your scalp with the delicious smelling shampoo, you’re too content to check whether the person slipping into your shower is actually your boyfriend when you greet him with a groggy voice.
“I thought you were asleep,” you say as he pulls the curtains back, hands coming around to settle at your waist, squeezing and pulling you close to him, and when you didn’t immediately feel him slip inside of you, you’re curious. You hum a question as you open your eyes, looking down and seeing the music note tattoo on the inside of his wrist, you know it’s Wilbur holding you close in the warm water.
“Would you believe me if I said you kept me up?” He kisses the back of your neck, hands slipping towards opposite directions, one curling around your neck and one hand pressing a digit inside of you, pressing you closer and closer against him.
You bite your lip, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth and he shushes you quietly, “none of that, c’mon pretty girl, let me hear you.” And you have to pull him by his neck, pressing your needy moans into his mouth so you would have a chance at actually fucking without getting caught. He slips a second finger, and you’re twitching, needing more of his long, cold fingers inside of you.
“That’s it, that’s it, I got you,” he bites your lip, fastening his pace and guiding you over the edge, pushing you into a freefall of an orgasm, shaking in his arms and nearly falling over. You let him press you against the wall, the water cascading over the sides of you two, as he pulls one of your legs up, sinking his dick in so easily, so good for him. He murmurs in your ear how good you feel, nearly whimpering when he has to hold himself still, how you feel too good and how he might just cum right then and there.
His hips move slowly, inch by inch, groaning with how your walls clench around him. “You’re gonna- fuck, oh you’re so good, my good girl, right?” You nod, trying not to lose yourself in the dizzying pleasure, gasping against the onslaught of water.
“Letting me f-fuck you like this, oh fuck, so close to him and yet you’d let me bend you over in front of him and show him who owns this pussy, wouldn’t you? Yeah? You’d show him who fucks you better?” You weren’t processing his words at all, only knowing it made your stomach flutter at the thought.
“Tell me,” he gasps in your mouth, one of his free hands dipping down and circling your abused clit, pulling every sound he could out of you. “Tell me I fuck you better, tell me you’re my good girl,” and you say every word. Well, the best you could when he fucks you in the shower while trying to not wake your boyfriend. In between whines and crying, you tell him. You tell him everything he wants to hear and more because it all sounded so, so good in that moment.
And when he’s down cumming inside, he doesn’t hesitate to drop down to his knees and clean his mess.
He leaves the shower not long after, a kiss pressed to your forehead and promise on his lips.
You don’t even make it to your shared bedroom, you just curl into the couch and pull the thin throw blanket over your body, too exhausted to do much else. You know that among most nights, this was the riskiest. And the thought only makes you smile, the danger buzzing underneath your skin, sending you to sleep.
Tonight was too risky but you couldn’t find yourself to care.
If anything…
You had even more… daring ideas to try next time.
#wilbur soot x you#philza x you#techno x you#wilbur soot x reader#philza x reader#techno x reader#technoblade x you#technoblade x reader#wilbur soot smut#technohblade smut#philza smut#tw: cheating#cw: cheating
315 notes
·
View notes
Text
"I know this male character cheated on his wife, but he's a good guy!"
IS HE THOUGH???? IS HE ???
#cheating trope#trope#yes this is about queen charlotte and the e**ex s*rpent#tropes I hate#books#movies#tw: cheating#cw: cheating#if a character cheats I can't redeem them
212 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Good Morning Honey”
Pairing: WifefuckerMilkman!Ted x Reader
Summary: You guys were friends as kids, but then you had to move away and y'all grew apart. Fast forward 20 years, you move back to your hometown with your now husband who your unhappy with, and Ted is now milkman. And one day while your husband's at work, he is delivering some milk, and you end up catching up. You somehow letting it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage, and it leads to something that you’re quite happy with.
Warning: Cheating, Smut, Size Kink, Breeding Kink, Dom!Ted x Sub!Reader (Soft Dom Ted?), Pet names Doll, Sweetheart, and Honey, Ted Being Called Teddy and Theodore (angst if you squint?)
Minors DNI
You and Ted were thick as thieves, you would give each other nicknames, you calling him Theodore knowing he would only take it from you. You guys had met in preschool and were the bestest of friends, but you’re guys’ friendship soon came crashing down when your parents told you you guys were moving before 2nd grade.
Now here you were moving back to your hometown now newly and unhappily married. You felt like your husband was going to be your dream guy, but the honeymoon phase was far gone, and you guys had newly moved to try and get a new start after a pretty bad fight.
Here you are at home alone, while your husband was at work. Ted had noticed someone new had moved into town, so when he was delivering his milk for the day, he figured this new move-in was his last delivery of the day. So he decided while he was finishing his day, he would knock on the door and introduce himself.
You hear a knock that feels familiar, but you go up and check the door. When you sling open the door, you see a tall, handsome man with a face that you felt that you had seen before. When the man opens his mouth, noting your lingering eyes, his voice itched something in the back of your head as he says, “Hello, my names Ted, I’m your milkman. I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” As he says his name, you realize it was your best friend Ted, your childhood crush Ted that you had to leave as kids.
You manage out a “Ted, is that you Ted, it’s y/n?”
Ted realizes who you are almost immediately pulling you into a tight, long hug. You pull him inside, and god did that childhood crush come back and he grew into an even more handsome man. You guys spend hours catching up, while you’re waiting for you husband to come home.
While you guys are talking you somehow let it slip that you were unhappily married. Ted had told you he was still fortunately single, so you were saying that you were married but that fact you were unhappy slipped by. ‘I mean it’s better than what could have slipped passed’ you thought.
∾ ▩ °º❤️º° ▩ ∾
You guys had been talking for the past few days, but since you had let it slip that you were unhappy in your marriage to your husband, things have gotten flirty. it started out being just small glances that lingered a little too long, hands brushing together, things like that. But recently Ted has started hugging you from behind while you made a snack or setting you on his lap as you guys watched something together.
One day when you guys were hanging out with him since you husband was on a work trip for a couple days, you decided to pull out some wine. A few cups in you’re both a little tipsy and you slur out “I-i love you” to Ted. And he responded with “I love you too y/n” With that you slur out “No I mean I’m in love with you, love you Teddy” Ted freezes not knowing how to respond. The air changes, he knew he liked you but since you were married even if it was unhappily he was pretty sure you wouldn’t like him back.
But if you did indeed like him in that way he needed to know if you were telling the truth so he asks you “Is that so doll?” You move towards Ted and put your hands on his chest and respond to him, “I do Theodore, I really do.”
With that he pulls you into a kiss, it was soft, gentle, it felt like he was treating you like porcelain. You pull him in by his shirt making the kiss hungrier, letting him know that you weren’t made of glass and not so fragile. You fumbled with his uniform trying desperately to tear it off of him, he pulls away from the kiss catching his breath, as he takes off his uniform. Once he was stripped he turns to you who was also taking off your clothes.
Once y’all were stripped he pulls you back into a kiss, cupping your jaw as he pulls you closer to him. This turns into a heated makeout, him throwing you down onto your coach. He slowly moves down leaving lovebites and sloppy kisses all over your collarbone and neck, quickly finding that sweet spot. His hand snakes down slowly starting to sleep a finger in, slowly stretching you out. Soon adding 2nd one and a 3rd one quickly being added after.
You watch as he strokes himself a few times before he slowly enters. You hiss at the stretch the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he gives you a second to adjust. Just staying still until he groans out, “Can I just fuck you now, cause- fuck Sweetheart I don’t know how much longer I’m ‘onna last with you squeezing me like this.” You just nodding frantically in response, already far gone.
He slowly starts thrusting in and out a slow, rough pace, his pace gradually picking up as he pounds you into the couch cushion. Keeping his hand on your stomach as he feels the indent there from his pace and size. You far gone at this point only knowing the mind-blowing amount of pleasure he was putting you through, not even being able to distinguish what it is that he’s saying. But you can feel that knot in you stomach tying itself, quickly snapping as you clench around Ted to give him some kind of warning.
You feel him fill you up as you come down from your high, and then him lifting you as he’s still in you. He carries you to your kitchen, bending you over the counter, saying “’m gonna’ fuck you on every surface I can so when your dumb little husband comes home I’ll know I am everywhere in here not only in you.” His words going to your heat, you subconsciously clenching at his words, making him say “Oh, you like that don’t you dirty little slut, but you’re my slut aren’t you hun?” You just repeating yes like a mantra.
And boy did he make good on that promise, he fucked you for hours pulling countless orgasms from you as he filled you up countless times. Every time saying how you’re his now, got to fill you up to prove it. Tucking you into bed gently and getting you water before snuggling in beside you.
∾ ▩ °º❤️º° ▩ ∾
The next morning you wake up and you see a cup of milk on your bedside table, as your looking for Ted. Him not being in bed, so you try to get up wobbling as you try to support yourself. Slowly gain some balance, you throw on a shirt of yours and wobble into the kitchen finding Ted in the kitchen in a sweater and sweatpants. You come up, hugging him from behind. Feeling the rumble as he speaks up “Good Morning Honey.”
He turns around moving the the bacon he was making, quickly turning off the burner. He holds you in the kitchen leaning against your counter, just standing there holding you till you pipe up, “I love you Ted,” him responding “I love you too Sweetheart.”
You guys just hold each other, until he picks you up and sets you on the counter serving breakfast. After breakfast you guys cuddle up on the coach enjoying each others company glad your husband won’t be home until tomorrow.
∾ ▩ °º❤️º° ▩ ∾
When your up in the morning Ted was still cuddled up against you, you slipping out of bed throwing on his sweater he had discarded the night before. Walking to the kitchen as you make breakfast, feeling someone come up behind you and hug you. You lay your head back into Ted’s chest as he holds you. You finish up breakfast and you guys talk about what you wanna do.
You decide you should probably divorce your husband, so you get ready and Ted goes on his way getting his house ready for when your husband comes home. When your husband comes home he tells you he has to tell you something and you say you have something to tell him too. You let him go first and he says “I want a divorce, I don’t love you anymore if I ever did.” You just stand there and respond “Me too,” you take a deep breath “I want a divorce too.” You pack your things go over to Ted’s as you and your husband go though the divorce.
∾ ▩ °º❤️º° ▩ ∾
A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last fic. I really enjoyed writing it, and hope you enjoyed this one.
54 notes
·
View notes
Text
Thank you @cowedeacumootsu for providing this Kaede image that inspired this whole story, and @empireofdespair for your feedback!
Kaede shuffled behind her desk, Miss Kirigiri's too-tight suit almost audibly creaking as she did, making her wince. She was lucky the deputy headmistress' figure had some oomph to it, allowing Kaede to at least wear these clothes, but there was no denying the way her shirt's buttons seemed ready to fly off should she dare breathe in too deeply.
And the skirt was far from ideal either. While Miss Kirigiri was taller than Kaede, her skirt still fell quite short of completely encompassing her ass.
Sitting down as she was, she could feel just how much of her legs were exposed, and she shivered slightly.
Even a blind man could've told her that these clothes didn't fit at all, but she had little choice in her attire, sadly.
There was simply no way she would be going against Miss Kirigiri's instructions, and not only because the woman's severity was legendary.
These internships were an important portion of her grade, and she really couldn't afford to get a poor mark.
Of course, one might wonder why Kaede had decided to take her internship here, as she was the Ultimate Pianist, and not the Ultimate, Secretary, or something. Knowing how to do whatever the deputy headmistress did would do precious little to help her sharpen her talent.
But the answer to that question lay at the feet of her boyfriend. Shuichi, the Ultimate Detective.
The moment internships had been announced, he had jumped at the opportunity to ask Miss Kirigiri, the former Ultimate Detective to mentor him, but she had refused.
Shuichi had been so let down by the news, and Kaede's heart had gone out to him. She'd approached Miss Kirigiri, and asked her if there was some way she could convince her to mentor Shuichi.
But it had been there that she'd learned that Miss Kirigiri literally couldn't do it.
Not because of a lack of interest, but rather a lack of opportunity. Her role as deputy headmistress was critical to the proper functioning of Hope's Peak, she'd told the blonde, and she couldn't take a whole week off without a replacement lined up.
Kaede, perhaps foolishly, had told her that she would take on that role if it could count as her internship, and, well, the rest was history.
Shuichi and Miss Kirigiri were off doing whatever it was detectives did, and Kaede was here. Trying to not be nude.
She sighed, slumping forward slightly, only to be immediately reminded that she better keep her back straight lest she wanted her clothes to jump ship.
Well, whatever. No use dwelling on the past! Kaede pulled out the sheet Miss Kirigiri had prepared for her, with instructions as to what she had to do as the temporary deputy headmistress.
It was a strange thing that left Kaede quite confused. It was in equal parts precise and vague.
Before Mister Naegi's arrival, it told her everything. Her time of arrival, the way up to the deputy headmistress' office, and even where Miss Kirigiri left a change of clothes on site that Kaede had to wear!
But from the headmaster's arrival onwards, it simply said 'Help Makoto in whatever way he needs.'
And like, what did that mean!? How was this a 'critical' role? Did Miss Kirigiri even do anything in this school? Whenever Kaede saw her, it was while Mister Naegi was walking around the school, greeting the students, while the former detective simply glared the rambunctious ones into submission as she followed the headmaster around.
Kaede didn't know what to expect from this internship, but thankfully she should soon learn more, as Mister Naegi entered her temporary office then and there.
He blinked as his eyes landed on her, before smiling widely. "Kaede Akamatsu, right? Kyoko told me you would be taking your internship here."
Kaede couldn't help but blush and look down at her desktop. "Y-Yes, sir." She replied, an embarrassing stutter slipping into her words.
But who could blame her!? She was talking to the Ultimate Hope, the hero of the world! Every girl at least had a bit of a crush on him at some point.
Even if you ignored his history, his warm smile, kind attitude, and cute appearance were all more than noteworthy as well. Hell, even Tenko couldn't find anything to reproach him most days!
But Kaede had grown past that point. Seeing the man walking the hallways at least once a week for the last few months had done a lot to dispel the mysticism that surrounded him, and, well-
Seeing him trip on air and eat dust was a regular sight as well, though there was no denying the cuteness of his clumsiness either.
But that familiarity flew out the window the moment she was alone with him as he approached her desk, looking down at her in the privacy of Miss Kirigiri’s office. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time again, the man seemingly taking up all the space in the room, and only making Kaede’s heart beat faster and faster as he approached her, an easy smile on his face.
Kaede couldn’t help but swallow nervously as Mister Naegi leaned on her desk. “So, did Kyoko tell you what your job would be here?”
His voice was like rich honey, warm and sweet, enveloping Kaede like a blanket, immediately calming down her nerves and silencing her doubts, though it did nothing to stop her blushing.
“Yes! I-I mean, kinda? She left me a list…” Kaede explained, indicating the paper that was laying on the desk.
Mister Naegi looked at it for a moment, his eyes flying over the deputy headmistress’ neat handwriting, before chuckling. “Not very precise, is it?”
Kaede couldn’t help but giggle along with him. Following his lead just seemed to be her natural reaction.
Some might wonder how Mister Naegi, being such a cute and clumsy man, might’ve stopped three different killing games organized by enemies of the world, but anyone who talked with him for but a moment knew the truth of the matter.
There was this raw magnetism to him, this energy that radiated from him. It warmed up and ensnared everyone who spent time in his presence. It was the charisma of a man who was absolutely at ease with himself, daring the world to try and throw something else in his path, so confident he was in his capability to overcome it.
“Well, precise or not, it’s a pretty good summary of what Kyoko usually does.” Mister Naegi continued, looking back at the girl’s face. But the moment their eyes met, Kaede’s breath was stolen.
His pale hazel eyes seemed to pierce right through her, and her heart began picking up speed as she struggled to look away. But there was no helping it. Kaede couldn’t look away from that spark of wit that shone in his eyes, a faint amusement that only conveyed camaraderie rather than any kind of mocking.
But more than that, it was the way Mister Naegi himself looked away from her face, none-too-subtly stealing a glance at her expansive chest, checking it out without even a moment’s thought, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Before she could stop herself, Kaede found her back arching, presenting herself for his inspection, deaf to the way her top strained and creaked. And when he looked back up at her, attraction and approval clear in his eyes, Kaede felt her lips smile widely.
But it only lasted a moment, before a bucket of ice-cold water was figuratively dumped down her back.
What was she thinking!?
“So? Are you fine helping me out?” Mister Naegi asked, cutting off Kaede’s self-reprimand. She blinked rapidly, trying to chase away the memory of his eyes on her, and the way her breath quickened at the sight of his smile to instead focus back on their conversation.
“Y-Yes, I’m fine with this.” Kaede managed, and there was no stopping her returning smile when Makoto’s own reappeared.
“That’s great! So, follow me to my office, and we’ll get started right away!” He said, before heading towards the backdoor of the room, leading to his own office, only accessible through Miss Kirigiri’s.
Kaede stayed seated for a moment. What had she just been doing? Showing off her boobs to an older man? To someone other than her boyfriend? She was so embarrassed- just what had she been thinking!?
“Kaede?” Mister Naegi asked, making the blonde jump in her seat. “Is something the matter?”
“N-No! Everything’s fine!” Kaede exclaimed, standing up with a fierce shake of her head.
No use thinking about that stupid stuff; she needed to do her job now.
She followed after Mister Naegi, who held the door open for her with a smile that Kaede once more just couldn’t not return.
And once more, the headmaster’s eyes soon left her own, drifting down to the rest of her figure, making the blonde shiver, and before she knew it, her hips gained a sashay as she passed him, making sure to let him admire the sway of her ass as she entered his office.
Kaede froze again. What was that!? Why was she acting like this?
Her blush exploded off her face as she tried to make sense of her actions. Was she trying to- seduce the headmaster!? That was ridiculous! She loved Shuichi! She really did! She loved him so much that she even accepted this post just to make him happy, and she didn’t act like such a- such a slut in front of him. Their relationship hadn’t grown to this sexual level yet- and there was nothing wrong with that!
Kaede wasn’t some slut! Why was she acting like this-
A warm touch on the low of her back silenced her thoughts, melting them away in an instant. The headmaster’s hand was resting against the small of Kaede’s back, diffusing his warmth throughout her body, and instantly, Kaede found her shoulders slouching, losing a tension she hadn’t even noticed. Her thighs rubbed together absently as she focused on Makoto’s presence behind her, the way his strong fingers ignited her skin even through her clothes.
“Are you ready to begin, Kaede?” Mister Naegi asked, his voice coming from over her shoulder, and Kaede’s neck began turning to look back at him.
Her eyes met his, blinking slowly as she tried to make sense of what was happening, but it was all so confusing! The way she acted, the way Mister Naegi acted, the way her body reacted-
Abruptly, she remembered the list Miss Kirigiri had left her.
'Help Makoto in whatever way he needs.'
Yes, that was her job here. She remembered now. Like a beacon piercing through the fog enveloping her brain, Miss Kirigiri’s instructions suddenly brought her light.
“Yes, I’m ready, sir,” Kaede answered, her own voice sounding distant to her.
Mister Naegi chuckled. “No need to call me sir. While we’re working together, please call me Makoto.
She had a hard time focusing on his words. Most of her attention was being pulled by his hand on her body, the way it moved minutely in small circles as he pulled her along behind his desk, the way his fingers seemed to just barely cross over the hem of her skirt, only just grazing the curve of her ass.
She blinked at the thought. That was, inappropriate, wasn’t it? Letting another man touch her like this while she had a boyfriend…
Makoto’s hand climbed up to the nape of her neck, and though it exerted almost no force at all on her, it still felt like it weighed a ton, like an anchor hanging around her neck, waiting only for an opportunity to pull her down into a dark abyss from which she wouldn’t emerge.
“Please get under my desk, Kaede,” Makoto asked, and Kaede felt a shiver run down her back.
Did- did he drop something under there? The headmaster wasn’t that old, was he? Did he really need her to be the one to get under there to pick it up!?
Kaede desperately tried to come up with an excuse, but no. There was no denying the way his eyes shined with promise, the way his hand gently massaged the back of her neck, the way her body heated up under his gaze
If- If she got under that desk-
She- She couldn’t! She couldn’t do that to Shuichi, she couldn’t hurt him like that!
Her mouth opened to say exactly that, her head turning to face the headmaster-
But the moment she tried to move, Makoto’s hand on her neck stopped her in her tracks. Not with any kind of strength, or at least, not muscular strength. Kaede simply realized that Makoto’s hand wasn’t moving with her. He hadn’t given her permission to move, and the blonde found that she couldn’t turn her head at all. Makoto wanted her to stay facing the desk, and she found herself unable to look away from it.
She couldn’t stop staring at it, at the hollow beneath it- and before she knew it, Makoto’s hand had stopped immobilizing her, and had begun to guide her.
His hand was moving her slowly, gently, but the strength in his grip was unstoppable, or at least that was how it felt to Kaede. She couldn’t even think of going against it, so complete its control over her movement was. Soon, Makoto’s hand guided her to her knees, then to all fours, and Kaede crawled under his desk as he demanded, her fat ass high in the air as she did, and her heavy chest almost dragging on the ground beneath her, ignoring the way she was stretching out Miss Kirigiri’s clothes.
Those thoughts had long since abandoned her.
He only let go of her once she had entered the hollow of his desk, only for his hand to slide down her back, making Kaede gasp, to finally settle on her ass, making the blonde moan whorishly at his strong grip. He continued to push her beneath the desk, though he didn’t waste an opportunity to feel up her behind as he did, easily deforming the globe under his strong fingers, leaving Kaede panting like a bitch.
‘What- am I doing?’ She asked herself, her thoughts fighting to be heard over her arousal. But it was much too late. Soon enough, Kaede had completely shuffled her way under the desk, and the headmaster didn’t waste a moment taking a seat and pushing his chair back in, trapping Kaede.
The blonde was still facing the back wall, as if afraid to turn around and face the situation she had brought upon herself.
She was- She couldn’t do this! It was horrible!
“Turn around, Kaede,” Makoto ordered, and the blonde shuffled around to face him before she even realized it. Her body and mind were eager to obey the Ultimate Hope, eager to serve him, she realized. Even now, her every muscle was tense, ready to move at his command, and her every thought was of him.
Her heart was the only thing still protesting this insanity, and its voice was only growing weaker and weaker with every passing moment, vainly trying to remind Kaede of the world that existed beyond the headmaster.
“M-Makoto…” Kaede tried to say something, one last effort to protest-
But she was immediately silenced when she came face-to-face with Makoto’s cock.
Sitting on her legs on the ground, looking up at that- that- monstrosity, she heard her heart fall to silence as if as stunned as she was.
This wasn’t- This couldn’t be real. This- pillar of masculinity, jutting off Makoto’s body like a spear.
But there was no denying it. Not with the way its warmth radiated off it, or the way its smell soon filled the space beneath the desk and Kaede’s nostrils.
She moaned despite her best efforts, her whole body melting in arousal. This was- This smell, it was like-
Kaede’s words failed to describe it adequately.
Only one thing was for sure. Kaede would be quite satisfied to pass up oxygen for more of Makoto’s scent. And she had never truly known arousal until now.
She wondered if all cocks were like this, but no. She’d have known if Shuichi was packing this kind of heat.
She couldn’t even bring herself to feel bad for disparaging Shuichi. There was this- distance that had suddenly appeared between them right now. Between her and everything in the world that wasn’t Makoto and his cock.
The headmaster was saying something, about what he had to do and what she had to do.
But she didn’t care about the former. And she already knew the latter.
Before she was even aware of it, her hands rose to him, grabbing onto the cock with a reverence she had never known before.
It was impossibly hard, and impossibly warm, as if it would burn the skin right off her hands. But this heat wasn’t painful in the slightest, no. It was a comforting one, an arousing one. It only served to feed the heat in her own nethers.
Slowly, religiously, she began stroking him, panting as she did. Up she went, her smooth hands gliding over his cock for at least a foot’s worth in length, before going back down the other way, its every throb making Kaede’s mouth water. And when a bead of precum began to pearl from his gland, there was no way she could restrain herself.
The precum exploded on her tongue, making her eyes flutter at his musky taste. Her legs quivered, and there was no stopping one of her hands from leaving his cock to instead dive down into her panties to stoke her own heat.
Unsurprisingly, she found her panties ruined, and her pussy soaked.
One lick brought upon another drop, and thus, another lick, and before long, Kaede was mindlessly lapping at Makoto’s cock, feeling her brain drown in his mind-melting taste.
But of course, Kaede wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for Makoto’s. That’s why, when his hand came down on her head and began pulling her towards him, she didn’t even consider fighting him.
Her mouth fell open automatically, eagerly, and she took the head of his cock in her mouth, lathering it in her spit.
And when Makoto's hand continued on its path, his digits digging into the blonde's scalp as he pulled evermore forward, Kaede didn't even entertain a thought of resistance.
And despite her inexperience, despite the fact that this was her first time giving a blowjob, despite the fact that Makoto's cock was so huge-
She didn't gag. Didn't choke. She simply moved forward in one smooth motion, exactly as Makoto directed her to.
Her body completely accepting of Makoto's cock in her throat, like she had been born and bred for exactly this purpose.
Her eyes fluttered as she felt his length penetrate her deeper and deeper, his girth great enough that her tongue could only just wiggle, crushed underneath him as it was. But wiggle it did, desperate as she was to pleasure Makoto to the best of her abilities.
Soon enough, Kaede's lips kissed the base of Makoto's cock, and she moaned as she felt him throbbing inside her throat. The headmaster held her there for a moment as Kaede's fingers pumped at her pussy, joined by her suddenly unnecessary hand, savoring the taste of Makoto's cock, forever burning it in her brain.
She wanted to stay here forever, feeling her throat convulsing around this welcome intruder, drool dripping down her front and staining Miss Kirigiri's clothes, his smell making her brain drain down her thighs.
But Makoto wasn't satisfied with this. His hand began pulling back on Kaede's head, making the blonde whine and the headmaster chuckle.
"You think you'll earn yourself a load of my cum without working for it?" He asked, and Kaede felt her heart skip a beat.
She remembered the taste of his pre, could only adore the taste of his cock-
She wanted- no, needed to taste his cum.
For the first time, Kaede began fighting Makoto's grip on her, and the man immediately let go of her as she began to move on her own.
And without hesitation, Kaede dove forward once more, greedily swallowing the inches that had escaped her. For a moment, she allowed herself to appreciate this bliss as she felt Makoto's balls laying against her chin, no doubt brewing a potent load just for her.
But before Makoto could get bored, she leaned back again, just barely keeping his gland in her mouth to be showered by her tongue's affection for a moment, before repeating the cycle.
Forward, and backward, and then forward again, only ever gaining speed with every repetition, Kaede violently facefucked herself on Makoto's cock, drool and spittle flying as she did, only adding to the mess her weeping pussy was no doubt making on the floor.
Kaede was working like a sex-craved nymphomaniac, desperate and adoring, looking up at Makoto as the man worked on something or other, wordlessly begging him to bless her with his cum.
Then, for one divine moment, the brunette looked back down at her, making the blonde freeze as their eyes met.
He smiled at her, not even a hint of blush on his face from her efforts.
"Keep it up, Kaede. You're a fine slut."
Kaede's vision went white as she came explosively all over the floor, moaning to the best of her abilities as she choked on her headmaster's cock.
Yes~ She was a slut, wasn't she? A cheating slut that would do anything for cock, for Makoto's cock~
Her headmaster's words repeated themselves in a loop in her sex-addled mind, her masturbation and face-fucking redoubling in effort with this new motivation he had just given her.
And eventually, the inevitable happened. Makoto’s hand came back down to Kaede’s head, and shoved it against him, forcing his length down her throat, making Kaede’s eyes flutter in glee.
She could feel his balls twitching against her chin as she convulsively swallowed around his cock, desperately trying to milk his load out of him.
And when she felt his testicles bunch up, when she felt his cock throb inside her, when she felt his hot seed shooting down her throat-
She squealed in ecstasy, her eyes rolling up into her skull, so overcome with joy she was. Shot after shot of cum was deposited directly into her stomach, and it was only then that Makoto allowed her to back up enough to receive the remaining ones in her mouth.
She moaned as she felt his musky taste burn out her tastebuds, her tongue swishing his thick cum around in her mouth, and only swallowing once it was clear she wouldn’t be able to hold all of his remaining shots.
And when Makoto’s load finally petered out, Kaede was completely blissed out. Her cheeks were bulging with her headmaster’s load, and she couldn’t bring herself to swallow it. No, she needed to savor it, savor this divine gift.
Her fingers desperately flicked at her clit, and reached as deep inside of her as they could, her mind melting under this twin assault of Makoto’s musky cum infiltrating her pleasure-soaked brain, and her masturbating fingers making sure that Kaede wouldn’t even have a hope of resisting him.
“Are you planning to continue sucking me off with your mouth full, you stupid slut?” Makoto asked, making Kaede freeze.
Her eyes refocused on the cock in front of her, only to smile ear-to-ear as she saw that it was still hard, if not more so even.
Quickly, though still gratefully, she swallowed the first load Makoto had given her, and immediately began working on milking another out of him.
And she quickly did. And then she swallowed another. And another. And another still.
By the time Makoto stood up from his chair, Kaede was completely cock-drunk. She giggled vapidly as she licked the ground clean of whatever drop of cum might’ve escaped her hungry maw, her fingers still pawing at her pussy, just as they had constantly done all this time.
She’d no doubt reached her peak two or three times for every one of Makoto’s, and her brain was having some issue coping with this overwhelming mixture of sensations. Even just Makoto’s bitch-breaking musk would’ve been enough to knock loose a couple of neurons, but coupled with her sex-crazed masturbation and several heavy loads of cum, well-
Let’s just say Kaede wasn’t exactly operating at full capacity.
But that was exactly how she needed to be as Makoto began pulling her out from under his desk, her own legs barely managing to find purchase under her before he laid her front down on the desk, her fat chest squishing under her and making her coo.
“You’re quite confused, aren’t you Kaede? Or at least, you would be if you could string two thoughts together.” Makoto said, standing behind her.
Kaede blinked, before realizing that she might be getting fucked! Immediately, she spread her legs, only to be stopped by a harsh spank falling on her clothed behind, pulling a moan out of the slut, but making her stop all the same.
“Don’t move, slut. Right now, I’m acting as an educator, and I’m going to teach you a lesson.” Makoto said, his voice sending shivers down Kaede’s spine.
“Do you know why you can’t resist me? Why you were all but begging me to take you before I’d even said a word to you? Why you were so ready to abandon your boyfriend the moment I asked you to?”
Kaede froze at the mention of Shuichi, the reminder of her boyfriend piercing through the haze of her arousal, not to mention the fresh air she was finally feeding her brain. “Wh-What are you talking about…” Kaede mumbled, blinking slowly, trying to regain her senses.
Makoto chuckled, before pressing a hand on the small of her back, pressing her core down harder against the desk, making her back arch and Kaede moan, before she blushed.
“S-Stop it…” She whined, but Makoto didn’t listen to her for a moment.
“It’s because you’re a slut.” He said instead, making Kaede’s legs quiver, and she could feel her femcum sliding down them in the hot air of the office.
“Am not…” Kaede weakly protested, only to squeal when Makoto’s hand fell like thunder on her ass once more, sending a jolt of pleasure directly into her pussy.
N-No, not pleasure, it was definitely pain-
Two more spanks fell shortly after, derailing Kaede’s train of thought as she moaned under Makoto’s strength, her hips twitching and humping the air as if trying to tempt him into giving her another.
“Yes, you are. I knew you were one the moment I saw you. Do you know why?” Makoto said, and the assuredness in his voice, the charisma of the Ultimate Hope that could bend the ear of politicians, businessmen, and rulers the world over-
Kaede found her own conviction faltering. Her whole being was screaming at her 'Who are you to stand against him? To think you know better than him?’
And she found that, under the weight of his gaze and his words, she was no one.
“Wh-Why?” She found herself asking.
“Because I have eyes.” Kaede blinked, not understanding, before Makoto’s hands grabbed hold of her skirt and ripped it down her legs, panties and all. And once she was half-nude, without a word of warning, his hand came down once more, but instead of a spank, he forcefully groped her ass, making Kaede moan whorishly, her fingers weakly scratching at his desktop as if trying to crawl away.
But there was no escaping him. Makoto’s strong hand played with her fat ass like it was play-dough, easily spreading and deforming it, every flex of his fingers making Kaede’s brain jolt with another blinding bolt of pleasure.
“I can see your fat ass, and I know it's the ass of a slut who exists to be toyed with.” He said, before his other hand landed on her other cheek, spanking it harshly, and Kaede came once more, her ruined cunt crying in pleasure.
Makoto took advantage of Kaede’s weakness, his strong grip easily spinning the girl around on her back.
“I can see your bouncing tits, and I know those are the tits of a whore who wants to show off,” Makoto said, and before Kaede could even register the words, his hands came up to her shirt, easily ripping it apart and making the buttons explode off it, freeing her bra-clad tits, which didn’t last much longer under the headmaster’s ministrations.
Kaede stared up at Makoto, panting like a bitch in heat, only to receive a smile in exchange.
“Look at you.” He said, his voice calm and serene, immediately stealing Kaede’s attention. She didn’t even react as his hands came down on her once more, sinking into her massive tits. “Isn’t this so much better?” He asked, and Kaede could only agree.
She had forgotten how much easier it was to breathe without being choked out by her clothes- “Isn’t it so much better with your tits out, showing off for a real man? Letting me play with you like the toy you are?”
No, that wasn’t what Kaede was thinking-
His calloused digits left trails of pleasurable tingles as he palmed her tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples, making Kaede gasp, her legs kicking out on either side of the headmaster as she thrashed on his desk under his ministrations.
“How can you pretend that you aren’t a slut when I can just play with your tits for a moment, and you forget you ever had a boyfriend?” Makoto asked, and the moment Kaede’s mouth opened in protest, all that came out was a long moan as his fingers twisted just enough to pull it out of her.
And before she could find her breath once more, Makoto let go of one of her nipples to grab onto her heaving tit’s meat instead, and lifted it to his mouth, making Kaede’s breath hitch.
He looked up at her as he did, and Kaede’s heartbeat stuttered as their eyes met. Makoto’s mouth was stretched in a soft smile up at her. “Aren’t you so much happier now that I’m treating you like the slut you are?” Makoto asked, before opening his mouth wide and taking her nipple into it.
And when he bit down on it, when Kaede found herself thrashing under him even harder as she came, all she saw in his eyes was the satisfaction of being right and helping a stupid slut like her learn the truth.
By the time she came down from yet another high, she struggled to wipe the dumb smile from her face. Her every breath whistled as she tried to fill her lungs. Makoto was standing back up straight, still between her two legs.
She had to stop herself from spreading them even further.
She- She wasn’t a slut! She had a- a boyfriend, and- and- she didn’t- she couldn’t-
Her brain kept getting racked by aftershocks of pleasure, her sensitive nipples standing at attention and her legs twitching weakly.
She wasn’t- she needed to get out of here.
The thought struck Kaede like lightning. She had to leave. She couldn’t stay here with Makoto-
But as if summoned by her thought, Makoto spoke again then, bringing her attention to his face once more, only for her resolve to shrivel at the sight of it.
His smile- it was still there but-
It was a sad smile, and- in his eyes, disappointment.
Kaede found that she couldn’t breathe.
“I don’t understand, Kaede. Why won’t you just accept who you are?” He asked, with such sincerity in his voice that Kaede found herself curling up on herself as he spoke, shame welling up in her chest- but she couldn’t! She wasn’t- She wasn’t wrong, here!
But despite that knowledge, the first words that crossed her lips were “I’m sorry. B-But! I-I think you made a mistake, Makoto. I-I’m not a slut at all! I haven’t even done anything with Sh-Shuichi…” She trailed off as Makoto’s smile only fell further, robbing the voice from her chest.
“It’s fine Kaede.” He said, and Kaede felt a swell of hope fill her- “I am your headmaster. It’s my job to educate you.” only for it to disappear as quickly as it came.
“I-I’m telling you, I’m not-”
Makoto’s hard cock left his pants once more, flopping down on top of her groin.
Kaede’s eyes grew wide as she stared at it, feeling it throb against her skin, feeling Makoto’s scrotum laying against her weeping pussy.
“Don’t worry Kaede! I haven’t given up yet!” Makoto declared, his smile determined and warm, and despite herself, Kaede moaned as she felt him give the tiniest thrust against her.
“I won’t allow such a promising student to waste her time when she should be worshipping cock! I won’t let you pass by the path to your happiness, Kaede! I’ll make you realize just where your place is!” He declared with such conviction, with the strength of the Ultimate Hope that could inspire billions.
And Kaede was just a stupid slut. She never had a chance to resist him.
His hope infected her, and welled up in her chest, bringing a slightly insane smile to her lips.
She was regaining hope once more.
Hope that Makoto would break her, ruin her, and prove what a slut she was.
Her hips began bucking under his length, jumping and twitching in mindless begging, and Kaede’s mouth fell open.
“D-Do it. Save me! Save this stupid slut, and fucking destroy me!” Kaede begged, real distress tainting her voice as she began to believe in the error of her ways.
“I-I want to spend all my time pleasuring your cock! Make me yours! Break me!” Her voice only grew more frantic, more desperate as she stared at him, at his passionate eyes, so full of care for a stupid, useless girl like her.
Makoto’s hips pulled back, dragging the head of his cock across her skin, before he stopped her humping with a firm hand on her groin, making Kaede squeal.
He smiled at her, and the blonde’s heart beat ever faster.
“Don’t worry Kaede. I’ll save you.” He said, and Kaede came as he thrust inside of her, her pussy swallowing his length with the ease only a true slut could have.
Her begging became nonsensical babbling as her brain failed her, her every thought drowned out by this tsunami of pleasure. And as Makoto pulled back once more for another savage thrust, in one last moment of clarity, a thought managed to pierce through the fog.
‘Is this love?’ Kaede asked herself, staring at Makoto’s smiling face as he reformed her pussy to the shape of his cock.
And when the next thrust blinded her, her tongue falling out of her mouth in a mindless ahegao, she knew she had her answer.
Kaede's brain was melting under Makoto's relentless assault, his animal-like pounding robbing her of all senses But as she howled her own pleasure, the faintest thought crossed her cock-drunk mind.
How lucky was she, to still have a whole week of learning under Makoto?
#MakotoNaegi18#KaedeAkamatsu18#cowedeacumootsu#empireofdespair#TheLewdPokeManik's Stories#CW: Cheating#CW: Mind Break#CW: NTR
49 notes
·
View notes
Note
This cheating AU is so glorious bad and at the same time everything that I ever want. 👀 What are Obi-Wans thoughts in this AU? Did he thought during the first meeting that Anakin was a pretty punk who really should know who is the host of the party. Or could he only think about Anakins lips?
omg I bet he’s just so playfully teasing not actually offended but watching Anakin then trip over himself to try and take the sting out of the insult…it’s so funny but then the man is just trying so hard and unsubtly push him into donating to the art museum that it’s very sweet but also very obvious that anakin is only given this job because he’s very pretty. He can’t convince people subtly for shit.
But he is very pretty and very earnest. Obi-Wan entertains him long enough that he’s going to donate before he realizes he’s been accidentally flirting and the boy is responding in just the most delicious way even if he doesn’t realize it. But he must, right? He’s licked his lips at least three times and looked at him from under his eyelashes. He’s wearing a ring, but this is just indecent. Too indecent to not be purposeful.
And he’s so pretty. And this event is very boring. What would he do if Obi-Wan were to lean towards him and gently thumb at the bit of Alderaanean cream he has stuck to his bottom lip? What would he do if he then licked it off his thumb?
There’s only one way to find out.
#asks#obikin#cheating au#cw: cheating#i do think one of my favorite obi-wans is an obi-wan who is like hm well I do not think anyone will stop me 🧐#and also I am bored so I will make trouble for myself
69 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
