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klausysworld · 3 months

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(Y/n is a prostitute in this story, if that’s something you don’t like then don’t read. Some of the things are stereotypical around this line of work, please don’t take this personally or to heart)

Money and Sex

Money and Sex.

The two things Klaus Mikaelson always had and always would have.

Paying for sex wasn't often necessary for someone like Klaus. Most women were throwing themselves at him for free, it didn't matter which century it was or if they were married. They wanted him. And Klaus was always for than happy to indulge. His appetite was relentless.

Sometimes just knowing that he had money was something that enticed them. If his looks alone weren't enough then he wasn't opposed to letting them have a glance at his wallet which would almost always guarantee that he would wake up with at least one woman in his bed the next morning.

However there were the occasions that he would actually pay for a service. Whether it was a just a blow job or a quick fuck or a full night in his play room. It was when he couldn't be particularly bothered to charm a woman into sleeping with him and so would just give some lucky prostitute the night of her life instead.

However this time was a little different.

Y/n was gorgeous. Each strand of her hair was perfect, her delicate neck, her defined collarbones, ample breasts that would fill out the pathetic excuse of a dress she would wear, her tight little waist, well-rounded hips, beautifully thick thighs and desirable long legs that supported her plump ass and met her dainty little feet which were always clad in either a seductive stiletto heels or thigh high heeled boots. Round her shoulders would hang an oversized faux fur jacket to keep at least part of her warm while she sat in her usual booth and played her innocent little act even though everyone knew she was anything but.

Her lips were painted red, eyes often matching in colour along with a thin line of eyeliner to make her iris’ stand out. Everything about her was seductive, sultry. Klaus needed to have her.

Each night he would observe her, she would gain the attention of almost everybody there. Some hated her presence and some absolutely obsessed over her being there. She would always go home with someone different and Klaus would always spot multiple notes being slipped into some part of her outfit as a promise for more.

If money was what she wanted then money was what she would get.

After too many nights of feeling his gaze on her, too many incidents of Y/n catching his stare and smiling sweetly at him only for him to look down at his drink with a smirk and avoid her eye for the next hour, she decided to make her way over to him.

Klaus had just ordered his second drink when a soft hand slide up his arm to his bicep and began to caress soothingly. His eyes glanced down and to the side to see the wine-coloured nails stroking the sleeve of his Egyptian-cotton shirt. He looked back to his glass of whiskey with a knowing smirk.

"May I help you sweetheart?" He questioned as he turned around to face her. Y/n's eyes fixed on him and she smiled innocently at him.

"A drink would be nice" She told him and he hummed, clicking his fingers for the bartenders attention. As soon as the worker saw Y/n they slid her usual drink of choice across to meet Klaus's hand. The hybrid then held it out for her and she took it with a flash of her teeth at him. "Thank you, handsome" She purred and his eyes darkened with desire.

Klaus took a sat in his usual little area and opened his arm in a welcoming gesture. Y/n sat on his thigh in response and smiled as his arm went round her to keep her there. His jaw clenched as he looked her over, the little silky dress she was wearing was basically just lingerie and allowed him a delightful view of her body. He could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs against his thigh and he couldn't wait to play with her.

"You've been coming in here a lot lately" she mused as she sipped her drink with one hand and toyed with the buttons on his shirt with the other.

"Mm" He hummed, "Drinks and entertainment, what more could a man want?" he questioned, turning his head to look at her with narrowed eyes.

"Entertainment?" She asked, looking around. It was just a bar, a popular one yes but just a bar. Occasionally there would be an even or something but not often.

Klaus chuckled and slid his fingers under her chin and brought her gaze back to him, "Watching someone as enticing as you saunter around, finding who will offer you the most. I've grown to enjoy your little game"

"It's not a game," she countered "It's a living"

Klaus grinned and let his hand slide up her thigh to the edge of her dress, just before her panties though part of him was curious if she was even wearing any. She swatted his hand away and he chuckled. "Forgive me, princess" He smirked and pulled his wallet out. Y/n narrowed her eyes as he plucked a hundred dollar bill and held it for her to take. Her eyes flicked to his with distrust.

"I hope you don't think that's enough for me to go home with you" She scoffed and he chuckled.

"Sweetheart this is just for me to be allowed to put my hand on your leg. You'll be payed for each little thing I do to you. Believe me, by tomorrow morning you'll have enough money to get out of this...job" he smiled and winked at her.

She hummed unconvincingly and took the money, allowing his hand to feel her thigh and squeeze the flesh as he pleased. She tucked the bill into her little purse that he hadn't noticed and got comfortable on his lap.

Klaus kept her there for hours. Drinks kept coming for them each and Klaus had given her another $100 so that he could kiss her skin, her neck more specifically. She agreed however he wasn't allowed to leave marks which annoyed him but he didn't push it.

Another hundred was given for kisses on the lips, an extra fifty for tongue. Klaus found it amusing how she would tilt her head and raise a brow at him, knowing that he could afford whatever she wanted. Thankfully Klaus was more than willing to tuck the money into her hands as many times as she wanted so long as he god his requests.

He pulled away from her mouth and brushed his lips over her ear. "How much for a little dance, hm princess?" he whispered lowly and she scoffed.

"Here?" She questioned, and he nodded. Y/n looked over his face as she thought about it. This man was loaded, she knew that, he knew that, everyone knew that. She had already made $350 and he hadn't even touched her anywhere, nor had he mentioned bringing her home with him. Some nights she would get that much for actually fucking a guy. But this gave her $100 for a kiss so by that logic... "$500" She answered and his brows rose.

"$300" He offered and she narrowed her eyes.

"$400" She compromised but still saw his gaze unwavering so she slid her hand down his front and let it press against his crotch making him suck in a breath, "Unless of course...you can't afford $400 for a lap dance?" she suggested, giving him a look of faux understanding and he scoffed.

"You want $500? You'll get your $500 once you show me how good you can be. Now dance for me." He demanded with a little smack to her ass making her roll her eyes but comply. She straddled his lap, slowly rolling her hips against him and running her nails up and down his chest through his skirt. Klaus leaned back and slide his hands onto her waist, caressing down to her hips and encouraging her to gyrate against him. Klaus watched her move erotically, his cock pushing against his trousers as she ground down on it. His mouth found hers and his tongue pushed inside to taste her as his hands moved under her sexy little dress to squeeze her ass. His kiss grew hungrier and so did his hands, so did his dick.

Y/n had to pull away with a giggle and grabbed his wrists. "Easy, handsome. I put on shows one person at a time, not for the whole damn bar" she told him and he groaned softly. He quickly pulled out the five $100 bills and slotted them between her tits, his eyes lingering.

"Then It's time to go to my place" he mumbled, lifting her up without waiting for an answer and pulling her legs around his waist. His hand grabbed her ass, holding her dress there so nobody saw the thong that didn't cover a thing.

Y/n smirked and slid off him and onto the feels of her boots. Klaus's hands held onto her hips from behind as he lead her to his car and opened the door for her. She laughed at the gesture and sat down, letting him closer her door and start driving. Klaus sped home, parking quickly outside of his mansion and getting out. He opened the door and pulled her out, tugging her along with him and through his front doors.

"My god" She whistled. "Should've charged you a thousand for that dance huh?" she teased and he chuckled.

"Be good for me tonight and I'll give you much more than just a thousand." He told her, pulling her hands close and kissing them both. She gave him a provocative smile and stepped to stand right up against him.

"Tell me what you like, handsome." she whispered with a knowing smile and he hummed, his hands stroking her cheeks and jaw before his thumb brushed over her bottom lip and pulled it down to make her open her mouth. She licked his thumb with a grin before reaching for his pants and curling her fingers round his belt. "You wanna show me somewhere comfy?" She asked and he nodded silently.

Klaus let her hold onto his belt as he brought her up the stairs to his bedroom. It was huge, basically had its own living room. Leather seats, fireplace, TV, bottles of whiskey or scotch or whatever, the biggest bed Y/n had ever seen, walk in wardrobe, god there was just everything. Y/n's apartment would fit in his room tenfold. Klaus watched her eyes dart around as she took it in.

"It's all yours tonight princess" He murmured seductively as he pulled his belt off, letting the leather slip through her fingers before tossing it away and stripping himself bare. Y/n wetted her lips as she glanced him over, his broad shoulders, smooth hard chest, abs that were visible but not overly prominent and defined apollos belt. Her eyes fixed on his cock, it was thick, long and hard. She hadn't doubted that it would be impressive; a man like him had it all.

Klaus opened his wallet and pulled out a thick wad of hundred dollar bills and set the on his night stand.

"There's $9,150 there. You take that home with you in the morning along with the $850 from earlier and you've pocketed $10,000. That enough for you, sweetheart?" He questioned with a smirk.

Y/n stared at the money. It was way to much not to take but part of her couldn't help but worry. Was he planning to do something horrific and this was to make sure she didn't tell?

"I don't do knives" She whispered, her voice uneasy.

"That's okay, I didn't plan on using one" He answered and she hesitantly nodded.

"I want a safe word" She told him and he tilted his head.

"I don't aim to harm you tonight princess. I'm here because my cock is in desperate need of attention only you can sate." He chuckled, "The money is because I have it to give. You will not come to true harm under my hands however if a safe word makes you feel safe then a safe word you shall have. Should you say the word 'Red' then ill stop, 'Amber and I'll slow it down, good?" He offered and she nodded.

"Okay" she whispered, shaking off the feeling and smiling at him. "Sorry, handsome, didn't mean to be a mood killer. C'mon lets get you in your fancy chair!" she grinned and pulled him over the the leather, throne-like seat the sat opposite the fireplace that wasn't currently lit. Klaus smiled back at her through hooded eyes and sat back in his chair as though he were king.

Y/n slipped down onto her knees with a simper and gazed up at his through her long, painted lashes. Klaus opened his legs a little wider for her to crawl between. Her elbows rest on top his thighs so that her hand may ever so gently stroke his stiffened cock. The hybrid gave no reaction other than an exhale of air through his nose. She eyed him as she lifted the palm of her hand and began to stroke him firmly.

She knew his type. They wanted control of everything and didn't ever want her to know that she was making them lose it for even a second. Which meant that her aim that night was to have this man a panting mess. That was the only way he would be truly satisfied, that's what ensured that she fucked better than any other girl out there. That way why she was in business so often, because nobody did it like her and Klaus knew that.

Her fingers squeezed his shaft tight, watching as his jaw clenched and she could correctly assume that he was biting his tongue as her thumb rolled over his cockhead perfectly to tease each nerve. "Did you like that?" She asked amorously. Klaus's hand slid into her hair and gripped it tight.

"Put those pretty lips to work" He demanded and she obeyed. Her cherry-red lips wrapped around his tip, sucking softly while one hand stroked his length and the other teasingly caressed and fondled his balls. Klaus let his eyes close and head fall back as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth encase his cock and move along his shaft slowly. She didn't need to tease him, a couple good flicks of her wrist and he probably could have cummed right in her face but she decided to make it last because she knew that was exactly what he both wanted and needed.

She moved slow but precisely for a good while before his hand started pushing her head further, encouraging her to start moving faster and taking him deeper. With her profession, even if it had only been a couple years, meant that her gag reflex was basically nonexistent. Her through swallowed him down like it was nothing and she moaned around him like a damn pornstar until he couldn't help but buck his hips and groan.

"Fuck princess" He grunted, both hands forcing her head up and down to meet his fast-thrusting hips. Y/n kept her eyes on his, watching him as his brows pulled together and his mouth began to breathe faster. His eyes swirled into a dark storm and a raspy moan left him before I was roughly pulled off his cock and shoved backwards. Her hand reached back quickly to catch herself from hitting the ground while he groaned and his cock let out thick ropes of cum across his abdomen. Her eyes widened at the pure amount of cum that shot out of him before his body calmed down and he was looking down at her. She smiled back at him with a small smile.

Klaus reached his hand out and she shook it, he stood and guided her up onto her feet before leading her to his bed. Klaus sat down, moving his pillows out the way so he could sit up against the headboard. Y/n followed his lead and straddled his lap, she let his cock press against her cunt as she pulled her thong aside.

"You want me to ride you handsome?" she questioned, tilting her head innocently. Klaus stroked her jaw with a smirk.

"You know that I do princess. Come show me how well your pretty pussy can take me" He purred and she hummed.

"Condom first, handsome" She told him, holding out a little packet for him but Klaus just scoffed and cupped her jaw, looking into her eyes.

"I don't need to wear a condom, I'm clean and infertile" he compelled and she smiled, tossing the packet away and getting back to her job.

Klaus's hands lifted the silky little dress up to her hips to watch as her pussy engulfed his cock. She sunk down onto him and he groaned. If he was honest, he hadn't expected her to be nearly as tight as she was due to her line of work. Y/n slid her hands up to his neck as her. hips slowly began to ride his dick. Klaus inhaled a deep breath or air and squeezed her waist gently between his hands.

"Tell me how fast you like it, handsome" She murmured as he watched her pussy slide along his cock.

"Usually?" He mumbled and she hummed. "Usually I like it fast" He admitted.

"You like it rough, handsome?" She purred, clenching her cunt around his cock to hear him groan.

"Fuck, yes sweetheart!" He moaned and she smiled.

"Do you want to fuck me fast and rough, handsome?" She whispered, leaning forward to brush her lips against his cheek. Klaus sucked in a breath and nodded.

"Yes princess, yes I want to fuck you till you scream" He growled, his hips bucking upward to meet her movements. Y/n hummed softly and caressed his neck, her body bouncing on his cock with an increasing pace. Klaus groaned softly and gripped her body tighter, his fingers digging into her sides. Her jaw clenched as she felt the bruises forming but she knew not to push his hands away when he was so into it.

She moaned softly in his ear for him, encouraging his thrusts to pick up. Her mouth left a trail of wet kisses down the side of his neck, sucking the skin into her mouth and nipping gently. Klaus grunted, his grip getting tighter again as she clenched around him over and over.

His eyes closed as he listened to her moans and felt her swollen lips against his skin, her blunt teeth scraping against him. His cock felt as though it was throbbing inside her, he couldn't help but grab her body and bounce her up and down on him as though she were just a little fuck doll. His breathing grew ragged and his mind went cloudy. A long groan vibrated in his chest as her sweet cunt milked his cock of his cum. Y/n's fingers slid into his hair, stroking his head as he came down from his high.

"There you go, handsome" she murmured softly, smiling when his eyes opened and locked back onto hers. He frowned a little bit, he knew that she was a prostitute or however she wished to label herself but he didn't like that she didn't seem an ounce impressed or satisfied. She tilted her head at his frown and her expression faltered. "We can keep going if you need, honey?" She whispered, petting his head and kissing his lips sweetly.

Klaus cleared his throat and lifted her from his lap. He shook his head and pulled a smile to his face. He kissed her deeply, his hands rubbing along her body to turn her on. She took this initiative as a sign that he was ready for more so dropped her hand down between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him firmly once again making him moan softly. His hips thrust involuntary against her hand and he pulled away.

Klaus grabbed her wrists, lifting them above her head making her raise a brow and lay back for him to take what he wanted. Klaus narrowed his eyes, seeing it as a challenge. Without warning she was flipped onto her stomach, arms still pinned above her head with his hand applying pressure to keep her down, not that she was struggling.

Y/n arched her back and lifted her ass, pressing herself against Klaus's dick provocatively. His eyes bled gold as he let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass higher.

"Keep your hands up" He ordered and she grinned.

"Yes, handsome. Anything you say." she murmured, swaying her hips seductively in his hands as she felt his cockhead sliding between her ass cheeks as he groaned softly. His hands creeped under her lacey little dress and cupped her generous breasts that were not supported by any sort of bra. He gave a firm squeeze making her moan lowly before her mouth feel open as his cock pushed into her fast and deep.

"That's right sweetheart, cry for me." He uttered as he started thrusting into her from behind. Her body jolted forward with each force of his thrusts. His body collided with hers time after time, skin slapping harshly and Y/n just knew her skin would be red by the end of the night.

His fingers caressed over her nipples, tugging on them to make them stand out. Y/n let out a moan of genuine pleasure, it was different to her ones from earlier which make Klaus smirk and roll her nipples tightly, twisting them until a broken cry left her and her as smacked back against his hips.

Her hands remained above her head the entire time he took her. Not once did her obedience falter. Her cunt grew tighter as he carried on and he had been angling his hips precisely in an attempt to find just the sport to make her squirm. Y/n knew exactly what he was doing but could feel his cock tremble inside her as it ached to release inside her again.

Y/n curve her back, pushing her body back to meet his fast and powerful movements, his control was slipping and he began to forget what his aim was. All he could feel was her warm, wet, tight pussy stroking his so good. Pulsing and squeezing around his cock until he couldn't breath. Each time his balls slapped against her ass his sensitivity heightened that extra bit more

Soon enough Klaus was a mess, his body collapsing on top of hers as his cock buried into her, his tip snug against her cervix while he pumped her womb full. Y/n slowly brought her arms down from above her head and dragged herself out from under his weight.

Klaus groaned quietly as he came to.

His eyes fluttered back open to the feel of her nails gently scratching the top of his back in a way that soothed something inside him. Part of him hated that those nails were just brushing him rather than being dug into him but the other part loved how soft she was in the moment. He wondered if this was a routine, fuck em hard and then pet them to sleep.

Klaus rolled onto his back and locked his gaze with hers. She smiled back at him and leaned down to kiss his lips. It made him feel as though he had known her forever. His mouth pressed back against his with passion, his hand tugging on her hair until she groaned.

She pulled away slowly and tapped her fingers against his chest. "I just know you have more to show me, handsome" She whispered, her voice alluring. "I bet you have lots of toys you're just waiting to play with" She hummed, circling the tip of her nail around his nipple making him hiss softly. Y/n smiled as his hands went up her thighs and she let them fall open for him.

Klaus groaned softly as her cunt glistened and shone. His tongue wetted his lips and he couldn’t help but pull her close and kiss his lips. Y/n hummed softly as his fingers slid through her folds before he pulled back from the kiss and sucked the taste of her from each of them.

“You ready to play, handsome?” She murmured and he nodded, like a boy under a spell. He shook off the haze and pulled her to him. Klaus glanced to his drawer, it was where he kept things for special occasions. Y/n followed his gaze with a smile and stroked his jaw. “Go on, honey. Show me what you got.” She purred, encouraging him to slide her onto his lap and take her to the edge of his bed. He pulled his drawer open and she peeked inside with an amused smile. She lifted the handcuffs and the spanking paddle, placing them on the bed with a hum “I don’t know…I figured you’d rather use you hands for that kind of thing” she teased and his eyes darkened as he pictured his hand meeting the red-raw flesh of her ass until she cried. Y/n continued to pull out a pair of nipple clamps followed by a ball gag and some anal toys. She turned her head to him with a smile "For men, women or yourself?" She teased and he chuckled as he took the toys away from her hands.

"Depends on the day" He answered and she hummed, stroking his chest and glancing to the drawer which still had items buried but he pushed it closed making her pout but accept his wishes for privacy.

Klaus pulled her into another kiss, distracting her mind as he pushed her back against his bed and slid his hand up between her legs to feel and rub at her cunt. Y/n moaned softly into his mouth as his fingers went at her clit, he was desperate to watch her cum.

However no matter how long he fingered her for, even when he could see that she was genuinely enjoying herself, he couldn't get her over that edge. So he started to use his mouth too.

Y/n assumed he was a guy who got pleasure from the validation of pleasing his partner so she was happy for him to do as he was. Her hands tugged and played with his hair while her hips rocked against her will. Over the past couple years she had managed excellent control of her mind and body but she couldn't help but grind back against his hands and tongue. Klaus was by far the most skilled client she had experienced.

As the night continued, Klaus fell apart time after time again as he fucked as hard as he could and then a slow as he could in an attempt to pull that desired orgasm from Y/n. By the time morning came around they were both still panting as he clung onto her body and rutted his hips against her and rubbed his hands over every inch of skin she owned. Y/n was positively exhausted, her body was overstimulated and oversensitive but she didn't utter a word about it. She made sure to keep her eyes open and continued to utter words of admiration and appreciation to him, knowing now that it would make his finish faster and harder.

When Klaus came inside her for the last time, he locked his eyes on hers. He promised himself that this would not be the last time she would be in his bed. He would have her here as many times as it took for him to learn everything about her body, everything that made her tik and exactly how to get her over the edge.

He offered for her to sleep for the morning in his room as she hadn't been able to through any of the night hours but she shook her head and promised he had done far more than enough. He kissed her goodbye and assured her he would see her again very soon.

And he did.

Klaus would go back to that bar every night to watch her saunter her way through the men there. He would always order a drink for her and offer her a smile and a wink. This continued for a few months before she stopped showing up.

Klaus was immediately alarmed, she wasn't the type to just stop. So he started asking around but nobody knew, most didn't care.

He wanted to continue his search however was called to New Orleans by a witch. Much to his surprise he found his brother sat beside a pregnant prostitute with confusion, fear and distraught written all over her face for she was carrying the very first tribrid baby.

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shuugumi · 8 months

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❥ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you surprise your boyfriend with a lingerie set for the first time.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw (17+), established relationship, creampie, unprotected sex, squirting, pussy spanking, gojo x fem!reader, asfab, 736wc, rough fucking(?)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: had this in the drafts for so long and i finally got the motivation to finish it!!! i also didn't really read through it all so don't mind if there's any errors lol! 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

“that lingerie is working on you…” satoru says as he licks his lips, glistening crystal blue iris following your every movement as you get closer to the man who once rested peacefully on the king size mattress.

“you think so?” you question, standing in front of the mirror as you inspect the lingerie you had on. “of course i do, it looks too damn sexy on you!”

he stares at you like a pervert would, scanning your body. analyzing everything. it was like: satoru being a application that had to go through an updating system. he had to update the document of your body in his brain when he saw you in that white lacey lingerie.

you laugh at his comment, “mmm, if you say so…i was planning on returning it…” sighing as you played with the extra ruffles on the straps.

“well don’t return it!” satoru urges, getting up from the bed and quickly stands behind you. he looked at you from your physical body, to the body reflecting in the mirror. “baby” he coos while rubbing the curve of your waist, “you look like pile of swans…so sexy.” he whispers, guiding his hands down your curves and stopping at your hip dips. placing kisses around your shoulders.

“is that a good thing?” you ask softley, turning to the side slightly as you gained a view of your behind. “of course it’s a good thing.” satoru cajoled as he ran one his hands around one of your ass checks and then softley spanking it a few times.

“toru~” you whined, grabbing his free arm and giving him the eyes of want and need. the eyes that he could never not comply to.

the eyes that made him cave in so, so so easily…

"gonna ah, fuck you 'till you see yourself like how i- ahh fuckking do." his words spewing out in between grunts as he stuffs your tight pussy full. "ruu! goin' too fast!" you whine, moving your hand down to right above his pelvis, trying to slow him down.

"want me to sl-slow down?" he smirks, and you viciously nod, "yes please, s'too much!"

he does what you say but his thrusts become incredibly slow. hitting your sweet spot with every harsh and slow moving thrust that he gave to you. whimpering, you wrap your legs around his waist, heels of your feet resting on his gluteus medius. trying to use all your strength to force him forward quicker.

"thought you, wanted me to go slower hmm?" he questions, his pace still slow, hitting your cervix every few thrusts. "hmm not-not that slow." you grumbled and he laughed in your face. "make up your dumb mind. want me to go fast or slow." he says roughly grabbing your chin with one of his hands, looking down at where the two of you were connected as he thrusted into you.

"faster, please. wan' want to squirt on yuu." you babble and he quickened his pace. he stands straight, grabbing your legs as he starts to pound into you. hitting your cervix every time with every hard thrust.

your moans turning louder and the squelching sounds of your pussy filled satoru's ears. "rub your clit baby fuck--yeah just like that." his hands dragging from your legs to the lower part of your back, arching your back just the slightest but just enough that the tip of his cock repeatedly poked at your gummy spot.

"cumming satorruuu!!" you shout as your legs tremble and clear liquid sprayed all over satoru's pelvis, dampening his skin and the hair that layed. "atta girl--that's it. fuck gonna fill your pretty pussy up. ah fuck fuck fuck fuck, squeezing me so damn ti--aghh!" his white locks sticking to his sweaty forehead as he bites down his tongue.

"cum in me toru! need your cum in my pussy." you whine, grabbing onto his forearm and leaving crescent moon marks into them as his pace stutters, becoming more rigged and sloppy.

he cums and paints your gummy walls with his creamy white cum. giving you a few slow strokes before pulling out.

"that's slap a slap good slap pussy." he says, slapping your sensitive pussy with the tip of his cock. sliding the tip up through your folds and sinking the head into your entrance, teasing as he caught his breath.

"should...should wear lingerie more often...fucked--ah fucked me good, toru~" you say, rubbing circles on his back.

"think that's a good idea, baby."

who knew seeing you in lingerie for the first time would turn gojo satoru feral.

🩰 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

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boldilockks · 2 years

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it's been a hot minute & hot girl summer is here 🔥🌡

#iris #thick vibes only #thick women #thick and cute #cute #big bust #curvy girls #curvy af #body positive #lingerie #hot girl summer #nsftumblr

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Iris sends Hangman (Deadman) sexy pictures when she knows he’s with Maverick.

ANON!! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS CONCEPT DID TO ME!? I DIED OF DEATH.

I.R.I.S Masterlist

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Picture it with me guys. PICTURE IT. Jakes on his lunch break. He’s enjoying the nice sandwich he’d made himself because if he had to eat another protein bar from the vending machine because he snoozed his alarm for just a little too long, he’d have a mental breakdown. They sucked ass.

“You coming to the Hard Deck after?” Phoenix was asking. She’d begun to grow a little suspicious of Jake and his sudden disinterest in the copious amount of badge bunnies that seemed to hurl themselves at him on any given night.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be there—“ Jake replied with a massive mouthful of his sandwich. He obnoxiously overchewed just to annoy Natasha.

“I think you’re beating yourself up about this a little too much Mav.” Bob smiled as he walked with Pete into the rec room. “These kids, they’re lethal weapons.”

“Yeah, there’s literally guys in Fanboys advanced weapons systems lecture right now with callsigns like Mayhem and Chaos.” Rooster added. “So what if Iris got the drop on you old man? It was bound to happen.” It was the talk of Miramar, Y/n Iris Mitchell, only female TopGun student for this class, had gotten tone on her own dad, Captain Pete Maverick Mitchell in a basic Dogfighting maneuvers exercise.. “After all, she is the fruit of your loins.”

“Fruit of Mavs loins is still doing push-ups.” Payback chuckled as he looked out the window. “Can’t believe you have the only person that managed to get tone on your old ass doing push ups through her lunch.”

Maverick just groaned as he sat beside Jake on the lounge across from Phoenix.

“She won’t show off next time.”

“Sore loser—“ Jake chuckled.

“Don’t you have an ACM scheduled to teach after this? I wouldn’t speak so soon, Hangman—she might blow you out of the sky too.”

“Imma pair her with P:E, she’ll be so busy watching his ass that she won’t be able to keep an eye on mine.” P.E. – Premature Ejection – pressed the ejection switch in an aircraft while it was still on the runway. How the hell that guy ended up in the top one percent Jake would never understand. “Plus, I’m a hell of a lot faster than you these days, pops.” Just as Jake is razzing on Maverick, his phone is buzzing on the armrest in the lounge. Unbeknownst to Jake, only seconds after Payback had said you were still doing push-ups on the tarmac, you’d been let go. You’d charmed Hondo into thinking you were actually a glutton for punishment and he got bored.

Jake could’ve sworn he forgot how to breathe when he saw your name pop up on his lock screen, it was his fault really—he should have had the message previews turned on. But he didn’t. He walked right into your web.

“Who’s texting you? All your friends are here?” Mav taunted as Jake shot him a look.

“Do you even know how to text?” Jake snickered, swiping his thumb up the screen as his Face ID unlocked his phone. As Jake took another bite of his sandwich, he choked and coughed and splattered about in shock horror. “Fuck—“ Jake had never panicked so immediately before in his life. “Jesus Christ—“

There you were on full display, standing in front of your full length mirror, little emerald green set of lingerie on, obviously a pre taken, premeditated picture because you were just doing pushups out on the fucking tarmac.

You were standing so close to the mirror that Jake could see your perfect nipples through the lace of the lingerie. You skin looked silky smooth and the hume of the dim lamp radiating behind you told Jake you took this last night when you decided on a night in. If he looked closely he could see the strategically placed vibrator on your bed and the not so inconspicuous H_NGM_N you’d written in the corner of your mirror.

You were so hot it was a joke at this point.

“Here’s the deal, I get you on tone? you fuck me dumb, you get me on tone? I’ll do that thing with my thumb I know you like.”

Jake locked his phone as quickly as he could, but he knew Mav had seen it over his shoulder. Holy shit. This was it wasn’t it?

“What the hell's wrong with you?” Phoenix frowned as Jake coughed up his lunch, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“I’m fine, I’m fine—“ Jakes in denial as he catches his breath. He’s red in the face and he feels like he’s got fire radiating in his lungs. “I’m good.” He’s not good, he’s got a raging hard on and anger rushing through his veins.

“He just got sent nude.” Mav chuckled. “That’s what they’re called these days right?” Pete had for a split second seen the photo, until he averted his gaze. Not realising it was you, his own flesh and blood. “Or have I missed something?” He asked with a questioning tone.

“Nah nah, you got it Mav—“ Bradley bit his tongue, shooting Jake a glare. “You’re not missing anything, well done, good job on the lingo man, gold star.”

There’s a ruckus coming from up the hall, Bob's curiosity gets the better of him when he sticks his head out into the corridor.

“Looks like Rebound and Krod are at it again.” That was enough to get the attention off of Jake and on the two aviators blowing up in the hall. Mav was on his feet in seconds, Jake was unlocking his phone to text you back to meet him by B Hanger.

“Your dad was literally sitting right fucking next to me!!” By your reply alone and the smirk that plastered itself across your face Jake knew you were out to get him in trouble. There was no way you weren’t doing this on purpose now. You enjoyed the rush too much. “He could’ve killed me then and there Iris!? The fuck are you trying to do here?”

“And somehow you’re still breathing?”

“Don’t you ever pull that shit again? Do you hear me, Lieutenant Mitchell?”

“Is that an order?” You asked, reaching down to cup Jake's raging erection through his flight suit. “Because there’s a lot more where that came from.” You whispered in Jake's ear as you stood on the tips of your work issued boots. “I would’ve taken some in my red set but I left the panties at your place.”

“Shame, I really like you in red.” Jake's voice hitched in his throat as you palmed him ever so discreetly. “Like you a hell of a lot better in nothing at all though.”

“So do you accept my proposal?” You asked softly, pulling back from Jake as you left him harder and throbbing.

“Nope—“ Jake replied, grabbing you by the forearm as he spun you around, pressed you up against the side of the hanger and kicked your feet apart enough that he had inches on you. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb regardless of who gets tone on who.” Jake smiled, sucking a mark into the supple skin of your neck as he ducked down. “Because that’s what you want me to do don’t you? Daddies little girl, fucked dumb.” Your mother used to tell you something growing up as a kid when you’d ask why she never married Pete. Her response was always different and age appropriate, but the sentiment was always the same.

You fuck dumb, you don’t marry dumb.

Jake left a mark so dark and angry in his wake that it was very much noticeable when you returned for Jake’s theory assessment a little over twenty minutes later.

“Lieutenant Mitchell?” Jake called you out as you sat writing down what he’d just said. “Is that some sort of bruise on your neck?”

“Oh damn Iris where’d you get that?” Trash asked as he peeled your collar back, getting a better look at it. You just rolled your eyes, annoyed Jake would stoop so low. But then again, you deserved it.

“Your mum gave it to me when I was busy fucking her last night, White.” You replied, to which the other pilots responded in an uproar. Jake just smirked to himself when you sent him a wink. Smiling back.

Hangman felt his heart skip a beat as you did so. Feeling a warmth radiate in his chest he'd never felt before.

Fuck.

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moriavis · 3 months

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coldflash 41 😳

@mintdivision gave me so many prompts! lolol

41. thigh kisses

Now I understand the blushing emoji. ;)

(I'm the one blushing now!)

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Barry could move faster than light, traverse dimensions and even get to work on time, so really, he had no excuse for being caught so off guard by the door opening. His eyes connected with Leonard's in the mirror he was facing, and he blushed so hard and fast he got a little dizzy.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Barry yelped. He spun to face Leonard and crossed his arms over his chest like it was actually going to hide something.

"All right," Leonard said mildly, his eyes sweeping over Barry from head to toe. Barry's entire body was hot and buzzing from embarrassment. "It looks like you're wearing lingerie, but apparently my eyes are deceiving me."

Barry groaned, running one hand through his hair as he awkwardly tried to hide himself with the other. He shouldn't have listened to Iris, she was a menace. He fought the warring urges to speed out of the room or at least get dressed in regular clothing, but it was too late. Unless he wanted to go back in time, Leonard had already seen everything.

"No, you're right." Barry's shoulders curved in, and he gave up on any hope of dignity. "Iris told me you might like it. For our anniversary."

"You buried the lede there," Leonard said, closing the door behind him and, after a second's consideration, locking it. "You're planning on making yourself all pretty for me?"

"Leonard, stop teasing me," Barry complained. "It's embarrassing enough already." He wasn't really wearing anything interesting, all things considered--he was still in the process of finding something he thought Leonard might like. He rubbed his hands anxiously over his black silk stockings, the garter belt and the stupid little black panties that came with them, and his breath caught in a slow, curious anticipation as Leonard followed the movement without blinking. "Oh. You like this?"

Leonard's answering smile was a little wicked, a little dangerous, and it made Barry's blood run south, where the effect was immediate and obvious. "I like it." He crossed the remaining space between them and slid his hand against the small of Barry's back, guiding him with a touch toward Barry's bed. Barry followed the cue and scooted onto the bed. He was shaking, his heart pounding in his chest, and the way Leonard was looking at him made the whole embarrassing situation worth it.

Leonard caressed the arch of Barry's foot, the curve of his ankle bone, the silk of the stockings growing warm from Barry's body heat. "Will you wear heels?"

"Maybe," Barry answered breathlessly.

Leonard hummed in response, pushing Barry's legs apart and pressing a kiss to the bed of his knee. He created a path of tiny, burning kisses along the inside of Barry's thigh, and Barry made an unintentional, high-pitched sound of yearning that made Leonard smile and bite at his thigh muscle. "Think I'd like seeing you in my colors."

"You think I'm doing this again?" Barry was flustered at the idea, embarrassed and turned on, his heart thudding in his ears, but he couldn't let Leonard know he was considering it. He'd be insufferable.

"Yes." Leonard's voice was low and playful, and Barry had such a strong urge to touch him that his hands twitched, making him slip a little from his position on the bed. Leonard kept him steady, his hand flexing against Barry's calf. "Yes. I think you are."

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Kiss Prompts!

#kiss prompts #my fic #coldflash

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https://www.tumblr.com/bitchinbarzal/729424139795955712/but-daddy-she-deserves-it-thanks-to-those

Wait we can do that

Cause I know that Mom Hischier is a strong independent woman who doesn't need Nico's money but sometimes she does it because she knows what is his reaction

Maybe mom comes home one day and brings a lot of shopping bags with her

Iris, Luca, look what I bought us with dad's card

Nico is in training and during a break he checks his phone and has a charge on his card for a Cartier necklace and a bunch of Savage lingerie and then a message from mom that says “I deserve it 🥰 I'll see you tonight… btw Iris and Luca are with Mom Barzal”

he’ll happily let her spend the money if she shows him what she bought

“Model it for me, baby… show me what I bought”

Nico, while appreciative she doesn’t use him for his money wants her to spoil herself!

#nico and mom

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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 7 - Twisted Love

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 7 - Twisted Love

chapter word count: ~3k words

~two months later~

Another sleepless night.

Chris thinks as he gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom, turning on the shower. His head hurts. He can’t remember the last time he’s had a good night sleep, and it’s all been fucking with his head.

He glances at the small bottle of pills in his cabinet.

Should he take one? A few?

Would that finally let him sleep?

He opens the bottle and shakes it in his palm, watching 3 small white pills fall out.

He contemplates for a bit more, before shaking his head and putting them right back in the pill container. Instead, he goes under the cold water of the shower and lets it hit his skin mercilessly.

He doesn’t know how much time passes while he’s in there, but he doesn’t rush either. His body grows cold and numb, and when he’s finally ready, he steps out of the shower and dries himself with a towel, before heading back to his room.

“Put something on, will you?” A familiar voice startles him, and following the sound, he sees Emilia sitting down on the edge of his bed.

“Hi.” Is all he can reply, shocked by her presence. He hasn’t talked to her ever since he brought San back two months ago, except for the occasional small talk here and there.

He pulls out some pants and a shirt from his closet and puts them on, and then he turns to Emilia.

“What brings you here?” He asks and watches her carefully. She’s dressed in a black satin robe and looks anything but innocent on his bed in the middle of the night.

“I want your help.” She speaks, keeping her eyes stuck on his, while she unties the robe and lets it fall off her shoulders.

The breath hitches in Chan’s throat and he almost wants to gasp, his eyes widening.

He was not expecting Emilia to come half naked in his room after ignoring him for so many months in a row.

“You are very beautiful.” He says, admiring the sight of her in black lacy lingerie.

“Thank you.” She smiles, leaning down on the bed and spreading her legs apart.

“Let me take care of you, my love.”

She doesn’t have to say anything else for Chris to know exactly what to do. He kneels down in front of the bed and presses unsure kisses on her inner thighs as she lets her head fall back. Then, he gets more confidence as he notices that she isn’t rejecting him.

His lips reach her cunt soon enough, and for now, he doesn’t dare remove her panties. He just kisses her over the lace, listening to her shallow breaths and moans, and observing the way her hands grip the sheets with each of his kisses.

“So beautiful.” He whispers once more in-between her legs. “May I take these off?” He asks, gripping the hem of her panties.

“Yeah.”

So, he does. He takes her underwear off slowly, and then kisses his way back to her core once again, kissing her everywhere he can get his mouth on, from her toes, to her legs, to her inner thighs, and finally, her pussy.

Once he finds her naked core, he dives right in, revelling in her taste. So damn sweet, even better than he remembered, and her moans are melody to his ears.

He doesn’t even have enough time to pleasure her as good as he wanted, he doesn’t have time to even enter her with his fingers, as she comes undone fairly quickly, spreading her release all over his mouth.

“You’re so perfect.” He compliments her as she’s shivering from her orgasm, his head still between her legs, planting kisses everywhere his lips touch.

“Shit”

“Pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah. Thanks, Chris. I really needed that.” She stands up, grabbing her robe and fastening it tightly around her body. Then, she picks up her discarded panties from the ground and puts them on.

“Thank you for coming to me.” He says, and they begin a staring contest once more.

“This love of ours… is too twisted, Chris.”

“I just want us to be happy again.”

“You kind of made sure that’s never going to happen, haven’t you?” Emilia asks, sadness lacing her tone. She wishes she could be a bit more acidic, but she finds it hard to do so, when her feelings are very much still there.

After talking with San two months ago, she decided to wait it out a bit more, to see how she continues to feel watching Chan from afar. She let him play with Ivy, she observed him, she debated this topic over and over again with San and Wooyoung, to the point where they most likely got sick of her, but she is as confused about her own feelings as she was the first time she’s seen Chris when she came back.

Could she truly forgive him?

She still doesn’t have an answer, but she knows that ignoring him will not bring her any closer to one. Sure, it was unconventional to come to him tonight and practically beg for a release, as she’s missed his body so much as well (even if she would never admit it out loud), but their relationship has always been anything but conventional, anyway.

Chris closes the distance between them and holds her hands tightly, looking right in her eyes.

“I’m learning how to become someone you can put your faith in, and I will do anything in my power to make you trust me again.”

“I don’t know, Chris… whatever you do… I think I’ll always doubt your love for me. You might as well give up. We will never be the same. I will never love you again-”

“Bullshit.” He counters. “You never stopped loving me either. I see the way you look at me. I’m not blind, Emilia.”

She averts her eyes, and he gently grabs her chin, lifting her head to make her look back at him.

“That’s not true.” She says weakly.

“You can lie to me as much as you want, love. You can keep lying to yourself, too… and you might not be able to forgive me, but I’m certain that you love me. That’s the one thing you can’t deny.”

Emilia stays silent, but Chris finally feels like he has the chance to say what’s on his mind.

“I know I’ve failed everyone. I’ve failed my dad, my mafia, and most importantly, you and our daughter. I was in the wrong, and so, when you left… it was hell, Emilia. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Nothing mattered anymore. And then you came back, and you forced me to think things over once again and see where I was wrong. I started working on myself, because I knew I had to be someone reliable to you and our daughter. But still… I wasn’t sure how to approach us. I decided to give you as much distance, as much space as you needed. I want you to know that I’ve truly changed, and I’m still improving, for you and Ivy.”

“Okay… it’s great that you’re improving yourself so much, truly. However-”

“What hasn’t changed, though, is that I still love you. More than ever before. I love you, Emilia.” He cuts her off, and Emilia’s heart starts beating faster in her chest.

For once, she’s sure of something. She wants to kiss Chris, she wants him to take away the pain, so she raises herself on her tiptoes and presses a kiss against his lips.

Why is the person she wants so much also the person who hurt her so irreparably, she wonders? Why can’t she just take a break from this pain and be happy next to him?

Why is his touch everything she needs, when it’s the last thing she should want?

It’s so painfully obvious that even after so many years, they fit together so well. Their broken hearts heal little by little with every kiss, as their hands start dancing, desperate for the other’s touch, and it’s way too easy to fall back in the familiarity of each other’s bodies.

They kiss and kiss and kiss until their mouths grow tired, and he ends up on top of her on the bed, similarly to the first night they’ve met.

This time, though, Chris is gently holding her wrists above her head, instead of them being tightly tied up by his belt, and his touches are soft and careful.

“Do you hate me?” He asks.

This time, compared to that night, she hesitates. She really thinks about it.

Does she hate him?

Did she ever hate him?

No... even that night when he broke her heart, she never found it in her to actually hate him. She was just hurt by his empty promises of staying by her side and trusting her above anyone else.

Her answer stays the same as the first night they met.

“I don’t hate you. I hate the situation I put myself in, that got me in your bed so many nights in a row years ago, and even now. I hate that I fell in love with you so hard, to the point where not being with you hurts as much as being with you. But I don’t hate you, Chris.”

“Turns out I wasn’t your key to freedom, after all. I was your demise, just as you said.”

“Quite ironic, isn’t it?” She chuckles bitterly. “You hurt me like poison, Chris. You weren’t capable of taking proper care of my heart. You didn’t know how to love me.”

“You’re right. I didn’t. But I won’t do any of the mistakes of the past, Emilia. I will also not force you to stay here if you don’t want to. However… if there’s even a little bit of your heart that still wants me… that hoped I was there for you and Ivy, that thinks you could forgive me, then… please, please stay by my side, and let me stay by yours.”

“Can I leave, then?” She chuckles, this time slightly annoyed. “You haven’t given us that choice. You’re already forcing us to be here.”

“No…” He shakes his head. “I’m not forcing you to be here. If you want to, Emi, you can go, and you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll watch over you and Ivy from a distance, just to know you’re safe and healthy, and I’ll take care of all your needs without us having to ever meet again. That’s… enough for me, if you two are happy.”

“Fuck, Chris. This hurts me more and more, like you’re twisting a knife in a wound. I don’t want it to hurt anymore” She whispers.

“I know. I’m so sorry. We’ve both suffered enough.”

He gets up, away from her.

“Think about what you want, and I will do just that.”

“What if all this waiting is in vain, hm? If I decide to leave… it will be your fault.” She presses once more.

“I’ve always thought it was stupid to let go of the one you love if you truly love them. Turns out, it wasn’t that stupid. Emilia, I’m willing to let you go if that’s what you want. I don’t mind being a silent observer all my life and protecting you and Ivy from afar. You are free to do whatever you wish. I’m sorry you’ve been dragged here without your consent.”

“… okay.” She nods and stands up, making her way out. “I think… I should go. Good night, Chris.”

Her head is a mess, and she would’ve never expected this.

Things always turned out the way Chris wanted them to in the past, so this is certainly… new.

She goes to her room to think, and thankfully Ivy is still sleeping soundly.

She looks fondly at her daughter in the moonlight, and thinks, and thinks, and thinks, until her head hurts, and she decides to lay down.

Falling asleep has never been her strong suit. It’s always been hard to rest, especially since leaving this place years ago, but now, her insomnia is worse than ever.

And she can’t help but think. God, how irritating this is.

The more she thinks, the more annoyed she gets.

Taking care of us from a distance? She repeats his words in her head, feeling anger boiling deep within. What kind of bullshit is that?

After minutes that stretched out and felt like hours passed, Emilia realises that trying to sleep is pointless.

So fucking pointless.

She gets up with a deep sigh and heads straight to Chan’s room. She doesn’t even bother knocking anymore, she just enters his room and sees him working on his computer at his desk.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” She asks, a big frown on her face.

“Welcome back. Could ask the same.” He closes the screen and turns around to face her. He looks tired, and Emilia wishes his well being - or lack thereof - wouldn’t pull at her heartstrings like that, but it does.

She still loves him, and maybe, just maybe, giving him a second chance would be less painful than leaving with a heart ripped in pieces.

“Chris, I decided what I’m going to do, but I need you to confirm something first.”

“Okay… sure. What is it?” He asks, breath hitching in his throat. He’s feeling restless all of a sudden and doesn’t know what to expect, so he stands up to face her properly.

Emilia’s next words break his heart, but he keeps his composure nonetheless.

“If we leave, will you truly be able to stay away from us? To never meet me again?”

“Yes.” He answers with no hesitation, although his heart is in shambles.

So, she wants to leave. He thinks. Maybe waiting really was in vain.

“To never talk to me again? To never get to know Ivy?” She insists, waiting for his confirmation.

It comes slower this time.

“… yes. I will do my best and-”

“You fool.” Emilia scoffs.

“What?” His eyes widen.

“Ivy likes white chocolate, the one with bubbles in it, but she’s not allowed to eat too much, because sugar is not really that good for children. Only a few pieces a week. Who knew I’d be one of those responsible moms?” She chuckles.

Chris stays silent, letting Emilia say what she needs to say.

“And every night before bed she likes me to sing to her, but I’m not any good. Not like you.”

It’s hard to keep her composure, but Emilia keeps going.

“And she fell down and scratched her knee so bad when she was 2, that she needed a few stitches and now has a little scar that I’m afraid won’t go away.”

Ah yes, the little scar on her right knee. Chris noticed it before, but anytime he wanted to ask about it, Ivy would distract him somehow, and the moment would be gone.

“That freaking scar is so annoying, too. She’s so obviously your daughter, from the way she looks, to the way she talks and walks… hell, even that fucking scar matches yours.”

“I also fell when I was 2.” He chuckles briefly, looking fondly at Emilia.

“You might’ve changed, but you’re still such a fool, Chris. How dare you say you love us and then be so confident that you’ll never meet us again? You just want to watch over us from a distance? What the fuck is this shit?”

“Emi…”

“If you’re so sure of yourself and your feelings, you should be right there with us, you stupid-!” She pushes his chest and starts crying.

He embraces her.

“Just so you know, I’m not forgiving you yet! I’m not ready!”

“Okay. Okay. That’s fine, we can take it slow, hm?”

“I missed you so damn much, you idiot. How could you do that to me?!”

“You’re right. I am the biggest fucking idiot in the world and I am so in love with you, Emilia. What I did was so bad – god, I just wanted to fucking die.”

“I haven’t been able to sleep at all, Chris. I’ve spent years being afraid that you’ll somehow find me, and after I came here, I spent months trying to get used to that fucking room, when I knew that my place has always been right here next to you.” She cries harder, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding on tight.

“Tell me about it.” Chris whispers. “I’ve been such a mess since you left, Emilia. Look, I know that you’ve already lived your picture perfect life in Italy, but… I promised you that we’re going to do that together someday, so…” He also starts tearing up. “How about I wrap things up around here and we leave this life behind, hm? Start anew.”

“Would you really drop the mafia? It’s your whole life, Chris.”

“No” He shakes his head. “It’s not. I realised this after you left. This mafia has never been my life, the people in it were. And you, Emilia… you and Ivy are the most important in the world to me. Nothing else matters.”

“Okay, let’s leave together. When?”

“Give me a month- no, a week. Just a week and-”

“Are you really serious?”

“Yes. I promise. You’ll never hear of this place again, and neither will I. I’ll hand everything over to Minho. I’ve thought about this scenario so many times since you came. Fuck the mafia. Fuck everything. I just want you and our daughter.”

“But Chris… the little flower shop and tranquil life… that’s quite boring actually, you know?” She chuckles, separating herself from Chris and looking at him with a shy smile. “I’d much rather stay here…”

“I was not… expecting this.” He chuckles. “We can obviously stay here, of course!”

“But what will we do about Ivy? Can we keep her away from this whole… mafia thing, when it's the only thing we've ever known?”

“I honestly don’t know…” Chan frowns. “But we can try. I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got. I swear.”

“I’m so scared, Chris. What if she ends up tangled in something? What if we’ll fail and-”

“Hey.” He stops her from rambling, petting her back. “We definitely won’t be perfect parents, but we’ll do our best, okay?”

Emilia looks into Chan’s eyes, noticing his love and sincerity.

“Okay.” She nods. “We’ll do our best.”

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