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Pairing: literature student Wonwoo × literature student gn reader. (University au)
Genre: fluff, lots of fluff and bit of crack lol, established relationship, there's lots of kissing | Word count: 1.5k [ik I went overboard lol] | MASTER LIST
Song rec: tip toe by hybs // glue song by beabadoobee ft clairo // love scene by baekhyun [yes title is inspired by the glue song]
Warning: there's lots of kissing ? And Wonwoo rides a bike.
Summary: you were at your boyfriend's place. you were bored and Wonwoo is reading. So Wonwoo came up with the idea of taking you to a bookstore he came across few days back
Note: here's some oddly specific details🍃 reader is tall but shorter than Wonwoo and wears glasses and even if you dont wear glases that is also okay (This is for all my tall glass girlies and gays out there because I'm one of them as well)
Taglist: @hongmingo , @shuabby1994 , @unlikelysublimekryptonite , @asyre , @yumiyumis-blog @soobunsbun , @nishloves , @aaniag , @sikuthealien , @jespecially , @thepoopdokyeomtouched (girlie lemme know if you were in my taglist 😭 because I've lost track of it😭)
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A nice pleasant Sunday afternoon. You came over to Wonwoo's apartment for lunch. You both don't live too far away, barely ten minutes away from each other. After lunch you laid on one side, on the sofa, your head resting on Wonwoo's lap. You were going through random shows on TV. One of Wonwoo's hands was caressing your hair while the other held a book he was reading. To be more accurate, going through the reading material suggested by their professor in class. You were bored. Not because of Wonwoo nor the random tv show displayed in front of you. Wonwoo did notice that. "Are you okay? Or you're bored? Which one?"
"Jeon Wonwoo am I that transparent-" you turned to look at him, your lips pressed in a thin line.
"Well maybe anyone can figure that out because you are going through random tv shows without actually watching them" He said while squeezing your cheeks.
"Okay then what about the book you're reading? Is it doing any better?" You said.
"I am particularly not liking it at all and reading it for the sake of my degree" He said with a forced smile really did explain that he was suffering.
"Wow okay, things we go through as literature students huh, even I hated some reading material from the previous semester. I swear to God they were so sexist and insufferable I don't even want to talk about those anymore" You said mulling over that for a few moments.
"Yeah exactly but I was asking if you're bored baby" He had a soft smile on his lips clearly because he saw that you got distracted from what he asked you previously. You were flustered about the fact that you went a bit off topic.
"Umm well yes I am and what will you do about that?"
"Hmmm lemme think…" he paused to think and then continued "we can go to a bookstore? there's a new one I came across, it also sells second hand books which are cheap"
"What-" you were always over the moon whenever you went book shopping with your boyfriend. "Oh yes we are going to the bookstore now!!"you exclaimed in sheer excitement. One thing Wonwoo knew is that you loved books and anything related to books. Bookstores had a special place in your heart, his too since that's how both meet. In a bookstore. Nearby your university. On a busy rainy monday afternoon.
"Alright sweetheart, wear your shoes and cardigan, I'll go get changed okay?" He said and then pressed a kiss on your cheek. You nodded and then started getting ready and fixed your hair too.
Wonwoo came out of his room after a few minutes in a sap green hoodie and wide legged jeans and… riding gloves?
He walked up to you. "So I'm guessing you're ready let's goo then"
"Umm baby are you gonna give me a ride as well?" you looked at his gloves and then raised your eyebrows.
"What kinda ride exactly are you talking about baby?" Wonwoo smirked.
"Eyyyy shut up you dirty minded weirdo I'm talking about the gloves you're wearing" you smacked his arm while the blush on your cheeks were becoming even more evident.
"Well yes love I'm gonna give you a ride to the bookstore because it's a little far away" Wonwoo squished your cheeks with both of his hands and planted a peck on your lips. You both put on your shoes and walked out of his apartment. Wonwoo locked the door and handed you your helmet. Wonwoo riding a bike was your favorite genre of Wonwoo. You found that really attractive of him for some reason. You also remember him, giving you a ride to your home because it was raining and you weren't carrying an umbrella. As cliche as it sounds like a scene from romantic dramas, that was the first ever time you saw him riding a bike and giving you a ride as well. You liked that feeling of holding someone close and resting your chin on their shoulder. And that someone became Wonwoo.
When you both reached the bookstore you saw it's an old bookstore and is a little dilapidated but it had its own beauty in its way.
"It's quite an old one, you know. I came across this a few days back while the night out with the guys" he said.
"Oh ohhh I see"
You both entered the bookstore and were greeted by an old man.
"Ahh we have a young couple as customers today! Good afternoon to you both. New books are on the ground floor, the second hand ones are upstairs" the old man may have aged a lot but he seemed to be very cheerful for his age which you really liked.
"Good afternoon grandpa and thank you" You both greeted him and went inside the bookstore. You felt a hand around your waist.
"We really do give off couple vibes huh"
"Yes honey we do! now coming to the point on what books we wanna buy"
"I'll guessing it's either a horror or a romantic one"
"No, I mean well yes that would differ if there's any book which grabs my attention and you're gonna follow me and hold the books" you smiled and if anything that made his heart melt.
"Why is she so cute, so enthusiastic about her interests, god I love her so much" He thought to himself.
"Wonu back to earth are you even listening?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Yes I got it I heard what you said" He said.
You both started looking through the romance section first but didn't end up finding anything much interesting. Then you both went through the crime and thriller. It's like that's where the magic happens.
"Wonu wonu! Isn't this the locked room mystery novel you were searching for?" You held a book named "The Village of Eight Murders" by Seishi Yokomizo.
"Oh yess I was. There's also a fourth book, the last book of the series The Inugami Curse" He said and then took the book from your hand going through the pages.
"Found it!" You said after finding the fourth book. He raised his eyebrows and looked at you. "So are we.." you cut him off mid sentence "we're taking these two, hold them baby" you were happy to finally found the book he was searching for. He was happy too.
"Wonwoo?" you called him by his name, your voice was soft.
"Yes love" He said, his fingers still going over the titles of each book on the shelf he's looking through. You turned and looked at him.
"I wanna go upstairs" you said.
"Hmm alright let's go" he said while a soft smile lingered on his lips.
While going upstairs y'all heard the rain suddenly started pouring down.
"See I told you it will rain tomorrow around this time, now I want my kiss baby" Wonwoo said grinning.
"Nope you aren't getting any right now especially not when we are here standing inside a bookstore" You said with a playful smile on your face. The books upstairs were second hand books so it was common to come across the one's which might have damaged covers too. Wonwoo picked out a book for you.
"y/n isn't this the book you were talking about yesterday? Its cover is slightly torn though" Wonwoo handed you the book. It was "The Remains of the Day" by Kazuo Ishiguro.
"Oh my God yesss! I'll buy this and we can glue that part you know" you said looking at the torn cover of the book he was holding.
"Yeah it's like how books helped me glue to you and we ended up in a relationship"
"My my aren't you being so cheesy for someone who's standing in the fiction aisle with me" You gave him a coy look and then went back searching through the shelf of books.
"Well then love what about kissing in the bookshops as well, like they do in the romance books"
A blush crept your cheeks and ears. You turned to look at him. He smiled looking at your flustered face, his eyes traveling back and forth on your eyes and then your lips.
"Since when did you become so romantic-" your sentence was cut off by him putting his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to the side slowly. And then he pressed his lips against yours. A soft and warm kiss in the middle of a crispy old bookshop while the euphonious sound of the rain drizzling played outside. He pulled away shortly after but you chased for his lip even more.
"I always was and you're cute when you want more you know" he whispered, his cheeks slightly flushed now as well.
"Yes of course you are" you mumbled and pouted.
"We should check out these books, you know" you said.
"Yes love we will but let's just stay here until the rain slacks off" Wonwoo said as he took you by your hand and made your way to the couch placed on the right side of the room.
"Till then we'll sit here okay?" Wonwoo made himself comfortable sitting beside you.
"Yeah you're right" You said leaning on his shoulder.
Let's just say,he made your day a lot better than before.
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A/n: my exams are finally over so yes I'm back and I'll write more ig. A lotta drafts are piled up literally. Also feedbacks and reblogs are really appreciated. I have proofread once but lemme know if there's any grammatical errors.
ALSO YES I WAS LITERALLY GIVING Y'ALL BOOK RECS THROUGH THIS CUZ DUH I'M AN ENGLISH MAJOR TOO.
#seventeen#seventeen fanfic#seventeen fic#seventeen imagines#seventeen scenarios#seventeen fluff#wonwoo#jeon wonwoo#jeon wonwoo fluff#wonwoo fluff#wonwoo x reader#wonwoo x you#svt fanfic#svt scenarios#svt fluff#svt imagines#svt wonwoo#svt hip hop unit
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I did Huevember this year!! That's a lot of fire emblem.
#fire emblem#fe3h#fe awakening#fe engage#idk if I should tag for the other games#CONSTANCE VON NUVELLE#she got the most likes so she gets tagged#actually I'm gonna tag#narcian#titania#sigurd#just because I think their 5 fans would appreciate it#(in fact i am 4 of narcian's 5 fans)#hello other narcian fan reading this#someone asked if Lynn was stabbing Sothis and yep#yep that's what's happening now#no one asked but for the sake of transparency#I started these in August#And I finished them near the end of October!#Someone thought I was drawing a full thing a day and no!! Nope#my brain could NOT#there's a long string of failed monthly challenges behind me I'm older and wiser#if you wanna participate in these things you have to know Your Mind and give yourself the time to prepare#the real monthly challenge was remembering the post one image a day lol
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what's to come...
multi-chap stuff will be updated on a two week schedule ! 🤗 the rest will be posted depending on where they rank in the poll ! 🦋
pleased to meet you, dabi x f!reader ! (roughly) five chapters remaining.
southern charm, cowboy!bakugou x f!reader ! two chapters remaining.
my heart's aflame, my body's changed (but, god, i like it), werewolf!bakugou x f!reader ! modern au — no quirks, angst-heavy, explicit.
i fought them all off just to hold you close and tight, vampire!dabi x f!reader ! post-apocalyptic au, a bit bloody, explicit.
loving me is all you need, dabi x f!reader ! this is the 'if he's a serial killer...' smut chapter, gore/body horror, explicit.
hell was the journey, but it brought me heaven, ex-husband!bakugou x f!reader ! dad bakugou, mom reader, explicit.
remember me, love, when i'm reborn, dragon!bakugou x f!reader ! cross-species courting, accidental marriage ???, explicit.
*reminder that nothing is being posted yet !! this is for in the future only, when my hiatus has ended !!
#for full transparency sake: none of these are ready to be posted at this point in time#they're more holding together with glue and duct tape and love#but !! i'm jumping back and forth between them all and if i line them up and focus on them one by one#i will have them done in a decent amount of time i think !!!#the answer is to get out of my own way and let myself write however bad LOL and then edit later LOL#i'm also working on lil story pages for each that i will post once i'm happy with !!#and you are more than welcome to ask a bit about each of these if you'd like !!!#reminder that anything over 10k gets posted to ao3 only so...that will probably be most if not all of these LOL#but notices will be posted here too ofc !!#dragon bkg may be two parts haven't decided yet#one thing about me i'm gonna write an au#i've been on a monster f*cker trend lately idk what to tell you LMAOOOO exposing myself#✿ news
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what's ur icon flag?
its this butch lesboy flag but then when researching for this ask i found out the creators a sysmed. so im gonna change it sorry anon 😭
#still linking for transparencies sake but im gonna try find another one </333#ask#.txt#syscourse cw
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I still wonder about the people who double down on communism... and not even like me when I was younger where I got (not the full extent, but got) that the soviet union and such were awful, but just thought that maybe with less terrible people at the helm it could work (later realizing that these kind of things always have power hungry people rise to the top)
Anyway, no I just don't get the "well see, you've admitted your great grandpa owned a chicken, sounds like he deserved to die" people... like the fuck is there even to gain here about being smug while dying on a particularly stupid hill?
#I'm not even gonna try and define what I am with this stuff#cause see; everyone's decided that these terms have super solid cut and dry definitions#when it's like man... people obviously use the same terms to describe wildly different things#you're just being pig headed if you don't accept that and work off what they're saying rather than latching onto a single word#but pig headed they be; so no tossing out single words to latch on to#So what I think is that some level of welfare is both good and also required#and that currency is one of the more effective ways to distribute resources and labor without a whole lot of headache#I want social programs; and if your no details given ask me if I want more or less I'm gonna lean towards more#because apart from the humanitarian point of view; from and economic point of view I think poor people spend money cause they need to#so I think giving benefits; giving health insurance; giving a universal basic income#all end up being good ways to slush money through the system; because things like hospitals benefit from steady use#you want people to have access to them; because that's how they continue to operate#and I think that theft or not taxes are a fact; and I'd rather they go to shit like that#(and I still say senators and the house should only have the healthcare and pay they'd normally qualify for)#(see how long medicaid for all takes to pass if they don't get special insurance; ya dig?)#so that's my point of view; businesses are good; regulation is good; welfare is good; government accountability and transparency are good#I have some terms I could mash together to kinda describe it; but I won't cause that's a fool's errand#so you assign whatever term you want for that in your head; I ain't naming it#but tankies are dumb as shit; I'll say that much; just kinda cruel for the sake of getting a chance to be the one being cruel
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In general I'm of the opinion that the dice should only be rolled when the results actually matter, but like... sometimes players like to roll just for the sake of rolling. And it's not something I'm opposed to.
I've taken to calling this "rolling for color" to make it transparent to the player that ultimately the roll won't have a mechanical effect but that it will have an effect on the description. But also it's one of those things where I usually give the player a choice.
For an example, in a recent game I ran one of the players asked me if she'd need to make a roll for her character to gracefully make it to the bar in a crowded tavern. I told her that it was up to her: she could either choose to narrate how she got to the bar, adding as many twists as she liked into her narration, or she could roll purely for color and to aid in establishing how she did (to this end we used the maneuver table I had adapted from Rolemaster Unified into Lightmaster).
Because, like, while a lot of people are like "don't roll the dice unless necessary" sometimes players enjoy injecting a bit of randomness into those quiet moments when the mechanics aren't doing a lot of heavy lifting. But it's also good to ask players for when they want to roll: if one of your players is unironically enjoying playing Azrael d'Arkness who is too cool and edgy to fail, you don't try to bring them down a peg by asking them to roll to to rev up their motorcycle, unless the player also agrees that it would be funny to inject the possibility of Azrael humiliating himself into the situation.
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*comes back after surviving cleaning my depression room* WHO SAID SHIRMPS
Shirmps have translucent tummies!!!! So it is very noticeable when a shirmp is pregnant (shirmp owners now label the pregnant shirmps as "Berried" because the lil eggs look like small berries)
Definitely did not thought about a yuu asking for berries and the twins completely misunderstanding that maybe it is their brain melting due to the mating season
But if yuu did become a Merfolk in this case shirmp they wouldn't need to make an announcement about pregnancy when everyone can see the eggs in your stomach just:
Mershirmp! Yuu:"Morning.."
Mama leech:"Oh morning yuu-" *drops plate*
LeechGrandparents "MY GOD WE ARE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS" *happy squeals*
What a nice way to start a day
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the urge….the urge to right tweel smut where they can see their dick through their shrimpmer Yuu's transparent tummy….they're so small and it fills them up so well…they don't even have to ask if it does they can see it with their own eyes….but I must have restraint
That's so cute wtf? I looked it up and from what I can tell, most shrimp do have transparent tummies, but the reason you can see the eggs is because they stick them to their abdomens to keep safe! Like this one:
It does kind make them look pregnant tho hehe. But for funsies sake, let's say that either mershimp keep their eggs in their tummy or that out of human instinct Yuu keeps them in.
Oh the Leech parents are so, so excited! It was a slow dawning, as it took some time for the eggs to develop into something visible through their translucent tummy. But after about two weeks, the twins and their parents are noticing a bunch of orbs showing in various shades of teal, red, and pink. It does look like Yuu's holding berries!
It takes only a second for them to realize that Yuu's carrying the next generation of Leech kids, and everyone's ecstatic! Mama Leech is squeezing them as she starts going off about preparing a separate home for Yuu and the twins as they start their own family. Papa Leech is sobbing, babbling about being a grandpa and being so happy that he's gonna have new babies to spoil.
Jade and Floyd subtle low-five each other, smug as hell about finally knocking Yuu up.
(also welcome back dear!)
#mochi asks#twst#twisted wonderland#jade leech#floyd leech#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#leech parents#suggestive#orz....two big eel dicks in lil shrimp's transparent tummy#asjlkaslgkjakslgalksgj#vaquita anon
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Respectfully, what the fuck. I am VERY thrilled by the change of events with Homestuck: Beyond Canon and this wasn't in the slightest what I thought you'd do holy shit. Firstly, congrats on getting to be in charge of the project I've already been seeing as you as one of the official/unofficial heads of homestuck since you started communicating more to the fandom on twitter. Secondly, may I ask why you didn't do a reboot instead of a continuation of the comic? reboot could have been better.
Andrew asked me to finish the beyond canon story line, so I'm gonna. We are also working on other things too, though theres is not a ton to say about that yet. I don't want to overpromise when things are still in very early development. Hopefully. HOPEFULLY this is the beginning. I want to try and stay optimistic about that.
I am not a lawyer and I am barely a competent human being so please take this with a grain of salt. From a legal standpoint basically I have Licensed the Homestuck IP. I have full reign to do, technically, whatever I want with the characters and imagery etc. What this means in a more practical sense is that we can make "official" merch, or make money and not be burdened with the corporate financial obligations of previous homestuck projects.
I don't want to get to into it, but for the sake of a little transparency here.. having been involved in many of these projects before it feels very good to be able to make things without having to worry that a large percentage anything the team potentially makes off of it goes to a uncaring corporate third party just for them to not do anything.
I hope that answers some questions you had! Its sunday so I'm here all day if theres anything else I can reasonably answer.
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Arm Candy (Silco/F!Reader)
“I need someone who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”
Silco needs a plus-one for a fancy topsider party. You don't really have a choice but to agree.
AO3 Link
Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Words: 5.8k
Content: Resolved sexual tension; semi-public sex; vaginal fingering; dirty talk; dubious business ethics
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It wasn’t often you got called into Silco’s office first thing in the morning. You were a paper-pusher, not one of the battle-hardened henchmen who usually hung around the Last Drop, and your work mostly kept you at your desk. Calculations came as naturally to you as breathing, and you could crunch numbers faster even than Silco himself. In the few months you’d been working for the Eye of Zaun, you’d made yourself indispensable. You helped keep track of the Shimmer shipments going to and from Zaun, you effortlessly slipped the profits from the drugs business into the earnings from the various factories and bars and properties that Silco owned, and once a week you’d spend the evening alone in the office with your stern, exacting boss while you went over that week’s financial reports. Silco needed someone to cook his books, and you prided yourself on being the best damn chef in the undercity. You kept to yourself, you prayed he never noticed your furtive glances up at him when he was absorbed in his work, and you did not cause trouble.
So it was only natural that your stomach twisted itself into knots as you stepped into his office, and that those knots tightened when he looked up from the paper he was reading, his bicoloured stare pinning you and making your walk to stand in front of his desk feel like miles instead of metres.
“You wanted to see me, sir?” you said when you were near, and the way his eyes flicked over you, almost too quickly for you to notice, did nothing to calm you.
“I did,” he said, his chair creaking as he leaned back in it. You’d definitely never wondered if it could hold two people. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
You could swear that sentence made your brain fritz like a faulty wire. “I, um—” Absolutely nothing was the real answer, but for some reason you didn’t want to admit that. “I made plans with…Ran and Dustin,” you said, saying the first names that came to your mind even though you’d never shared more than small talk with either of them.
Silco’s eyebrow raised as if he could see right through your lie. Which he probably could, because it was completely transparent. “Then cancel them. I need your help at an event.”
“What kind of…event?” you said, your mind reeling with all the things Silco could be alluding to. Shakedowns, back-alley deals, assassinations…
“Don’t look so frightened,” Silco said, taking a cigar from his ashtray and lighting it. He took a deep drag, letting the smoke billow around him as he spoke. “Are you familiar with Ko Shosu?”
It took you a moment to remember the name from some of the background research you’d carried out on Silco’s competitors. “Doesn’t he own that factory that makes gears or something?”
“The very same. He’s hosting a party at his residence topside tomorrow night and unfortunately, I’ll need to make an appearance. Shosu seems to think we’re acquaintances. And on top of that, I happen to know that one of his associates has run into some financial trouble as of late. His factory makes components that are essential to the Shimmer-tanks we’re developing. Now isn’t that a stroke of luck?”
“You want to get to this associate so you can get him to work with you?”
“Exactly. His name is Rupert Torek and he’s run up gambling debts with some very unsavoury people. I’m sure he’ll be cooperative once he realises I can lend him enough money to get himself out of debt before his wife finds out.”
You decided not to ask how Silco could have information like that on someone he’d never even met. For your sanity’s sake, it was better not to know. “And why do you need me, sir?”
It might have just been your imagination, but you could swear Silco looked you up and down again. Slower this time. “I thought that would be obvious. I cannot exactly show up to something like this alone. I need someone who can distract Torek’s wife so I can get five minutes alone with him, and who can look pretty on my arm and be trusted not to make off with the silverware from a topsider estate. That’s you.”
“I, um—” you floundered for a minute – the words look pretty on my arm setting your heart racing, which was stupid, he’d literally just said he wanted you to be his arm candy for a night, it meant nothing – and Silco raised an eyebrow at your hesitation.
“You’ll be paid overtime for your trouble, of course,” he said.
“That wasn’t—thank you, sir,” you said quickly.
“Good,” he said, flicking through some of the papers on his desk, his focus already slipping back to his work. “Meet me outside Ko Shosu’s house at eight sharp. Wear something nice and do not be late.”
It was a struggle to focus on your work for the next two days. The figures that usually came so easily to you seemed to blur together until you had to triple-check your spreadsheets in case you’d made an error while your mind insisted on screeching Silco think’s I’m pretty over and over like a stuck record. You were sure he’d meant nothing by that offhanded comment, but that didn’t help anything.
It was almost a relief when the next evening rolled around just so you could focus on doing something.
But that relief didn’t last long when you realised you didn’t have the first clue what you should wear to a party at a topsider’s fancy estate. There wasn’t time to hit up the markets even if you could justify the expense, so you settled for a black dress that was simple, but showed off your figure without showing too much of anything else, as you could at least guess that anything shorter than the knee-length hem of your dress might not go over well among the stiff, buttoned-up topsiders. You’d had the dress a long time and had to stitch it once or twice, but surely nobody would notice a little thing like that.
You felt strangely buoyant as you made your way through the upper districts of Zaun, where at this time in the evening business was just starting to pick up. Lines were forming outside the nicer clubs, the street hawkers were packing up to make way for the crowds, and the air nearly sparkled with Shimmer residue as you passed the open doors of some of the edgier establishments, where topsiders went to get a taste of the undercity without actually having to venture below. You couldn’t even find it within yourself to be annoyed at the arrogant topsiders who came to Zaun to indulge in all the things they couldn’t in Piltover before returning to their cushy homes and easy lives. Tonight felt like an infiltration, and it was you who would be inserting yourself somewhere you could never belong.
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You met up with Silco outside the gates of Ko Shosu’s estate. He’d gone straight there from a meeting with some topsider businessman, and he was dressed as elegantly as he always was. As you approached you glanced at the people milling around on the wide driveway, and you suddenly felt underdressed.
“You’re almost late,” Silco said by way of greeting, and the nervous knot in your stomach only tightened.
“Sorry, sir. Border guards held me up. You know how they are.” The Enforcer at the checkpoint on the bridge had made a huge fuss over your ID photo having a slightly different hairstyle than you did now, just being an asshole because he was an Enforcer and he could.
“Hm,” was all he said as his eyes raked over you, and your mind instantly went to those little stitches in your dress. You suddenly felt as if he could see every little flaw in you, and the feeling only worsened when a couple of women in glittering floor-length gowns swept past, arm-in-arm and laughing airily.
“Do I look all right?” you said just to break the tense silence. “This is the best I have.”
“You look perfectly acceptable,” Silco said, and that was almost worse than if he hadn’t said anything. Acceptable. You’d be lucky if you weren’t mistaken for a servant. “Shall we?” he said then, offering you his arm. When you hesitated, he rolled his eyes. “Take my arm. We have to at least appear as if we both want to be here.”
“Do you want to be here?” you said as you curled your hand around his elbow, trying to ignore the jolt you felt at touching him, even if he was wearing a coat.
He scoffed. “Of course I don’t. But needs must.”
As you made your way up the long driveway, you couldn’t help but gawk at your surroundings. You knew this wasn’t even close to being the grandest house in all of Piltover, but at that moment you could have believed it. There were at least four floors, the upper two ringed in balconies spilling over with hanging flowers and vines. The next closest house had to be at least a hundred metres away, and in the dark space between you could make out the open expanse of a lawn lit by a ring of ground-level lamps, and manicured trees on each side. You couldn’t imagine what the topsiders would do with such a space – you could probably fit a whole other house in there, even one as large as Shosu’s.
And when you entered the house itself, you actually gasped. “Someone lives here? It looks like a palace.”
Silco shot you a glare as you stared at your surroundings with wide eyes, barely even registering the doorman who came to take your coats. “Remember how I said you were the only one I could trust not to fill your pockets? Don’t make me regret it.”
But you were hardly listening as your eyes roved over the crowded ballroom. It was a sea of fine suits and jewel-toned gowns, with servants darting through the throngs like the quick little fish that lived in the shallows of the river, trays of drinks and tiny pastry-like things balanced on their fingertips. Music drifted from somewhere you couldn’t see, almost drowned out by the chatter, and diamonds glittered at fingers and throats – and even on the ceiling, you noticed as your eyes drifted upwards, or at least it seemed like the chandeliers were draped in strings of gemstones that scattered the lights in every direction.
“Concentrate, girl,” Silco muttered close to your ear, making you shiver. “Remember why we’re here. Torek is over there,” he said, though you couldn’t possibly guess which of the guests he was indicating. “Do you remember your task?”
You dragged your eyes away from the spectacle before you to meet his mismatched eyes. “Keep his wife distracted while you get him to consider working with you. I’ve got it.”
“Good. We won’t need to stay long – an hour at most, then you can go home and do whatever you’d like. Maybe you can even catch Ran and Dustin.” As he said this the corner of his mouth tilted up, and you realised with some shock that the Eye of Zaun was teasing you.
You shrugged in what you hoped was nonchalance. “It takes as long as it takes. You know I’m not one to rush a job.”
“I’m aware,” he said as you started to make your way through the crowd, weaving through the throng as if you weren’t aiming straight for your unfortunate target. Perhaps it was because people knew he was from the Undercity, or maybe whispers of the things his people did in dark alleys and dingy establishments travelled ahead of him, but the dense crowd of people seemed to loosen before him, as if people suddenly remembered they had other places to be when he approached. If it offended him, Silco gave no sign, but instead he leaned in to you again. “He is close now. Laugh like I’ve said something terribly clever, you look petrified.”
“I’m fine,” you insisted, but you did as he asked anyway, and it seemed to help. The tension you had felt in the air around you receded a little, and before you knew it Silco was shaking hands with a tall, portly man. You barely heard as he introduced you as his guest for the night, your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. Rupert Torek had an open, kind face, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled, and he didn’t seem surprised that Silco had sought him out. You wondered if he had any idea how fucked he was.
“We haven’t met before! I’m Liana, Rupert’s wife,” a voice at your side said, making you start, though you quickly smoothed it over with a smile as you turned to the woman who had appeared next to you, introducing yourself and hoping you sounded like you knew you belonged here, just like she did.
Liana glanced between you and Silco, who had already captured her husband’s full attention. Her brows lowered slightly, and you wondered if she had suspicions about her husband’s gambling. “I didn’t know Silco had a partner,” she said carefully.
“Oh, we’re not…together,” you said, laughing airily. “I’m just accompanying him tonight.”
“I see,” Liana said, though now her smile seemed frozen in place, and you wondered if you’d offended her somehow. But nevertheless she called over a couple of her friends, whose names you quickly forgot, and for a moment you were very pleased with yourself. There was no chance Liana would try to join her husband’s conversation while you had her distracted like this.
It was at this point that things started to go wrong.
In hindsight, you should have realised what Liana thought you were implying when you’d said you were accompanying your boss, and what a topsider would think of that particular occupation. But you were a few minutes into a banal, vapid conversation with Liana and her friends about something that you weren’t really paying attention to before you realised that they all thought you were a whore he’d hired for the night, and apparently found this very offensive judging by the bladed smiles and barbed compliments that started heading your way. It didn’t help that you were inadvertently showing much more skin than any of them – and how you were supposed to know the current fashions topside, you had no idea. Pretty soon your fingers were itching to take off one of your high-heeled shoes and beat Liana’s face in with it, but you couldn’t exactly square up in the middle of a ballroom as if you were in a Zaunite dive bar.
So instead, you just played dumb.
You let the thinly-veiled insults, the insinuations that you didn’t belong among them, glance off you. Nobody spent their whole life in Zaun without growing their own kind of armour. Right now yours was keeping your smile frozen firmly on your face, and so Liana was too busy with you to notice that her husband was making a business deal with the Eye of Zaun himself, right under her powdered nose.
That thought made you glance over at Silco, and the second your eyes met his, you felt a strange sort of calm descend over you. Rupert Torek was still chatting away, not even a hint of discomfort on his round face. Silco gave you a minute, almost imperceptible nod, raising his glass of wine slightly.
It had actually worked.
You tried to keep your face blank. That only became harder when Silco turned his attention back to Torek and you realised that when you’d looked over at him, he’d already been watching you.
-
Soon after, you excused yourself to go to the ladies’ room. You were pretty sure Liana and her friends forgot all about you as soon as you were out of sight – or at least you hoped so. You didn’t want to know what they’d be saying about you as soon as you were out of earshot.
You didn’t head to the bathroom, though. Instead you went out the way you’d come in, not bothering to collect your coat from the doorman as you went down the stone steps as fast as you could without running.
As soon as you were outside, away from the glare of the house’s lights, you felt the tightness that had settled in your chest loosen. You hadn’t even noticed the anxiety creep under your skin with every barb Liana and her friends had thrown your way, but when it finally dissipated you wondered how you’d been able to breathe at all.
You should go back now that you’d got your fresh air. You couldn’t just disappear.
But one glance back at the shadowy figures moving through the ballroom windows had you moving away from the house, into the shadows of the grounds where nobody would notice the Zaunite girl who was hilariously out of place among them.
The pathways were lit by low electric lights, and there was nobody else out here. You chose a path along the edge of the grounds, shielded on one side by a high wall and on the other by a huge rosebush bordering the lawn. You weren’t sure whether you were really supposed to be out here, but nobody stopped you as you wandered further into the grounds.
Eventually you found a bench and you sat down, tipping your head back to watch the stars in the sky. You’d only ever seen them when Silco sent you up to Piltover on business, and on those nights there was never time to stop and really look at them. Down in the Undercity it was difficult to see the sky at all through the smog, let alone the dozens of stars that shimmered through the haze of Piltover’s lights.
For some reason you couldn’t name, tears sprang to your eyes unbidden, and you tried to blink them away without ruining your makeup.
Of course, that was the moment you heard footsteps approaching.
“Drinking alone already?”
Your head snapped up to see Silco strolling towards you, and it was then that you realised you still had your glass of wine in your hand. You sighed, taking a sip as your boss sat down next to you.
“Just needed some air,” you muttered as Silco slung his arm over the back of the bench. It didn’t escape you that if you leaned back, he would have his arm around you. “How did it go with Torek?”
“I expect we’ll be getting a visit from him or one of his associates in the near future. His wife wasn’t too much for you, I take it?”
“I handled it. But they’re all just so…ugh.”
Silco chuckled as he pulled a cigar from somewhere in his coat, and you tried not to let the sound startle you. You’d never heard Silco laugh before, not even a little, and the sound was surprisingly warm. “Don’t worry, we won’t have to do this again for a while.” You watched as he held the cigar between his crooked teeth as he flicked his lighter, the strange angle of the lights highlighting his sharp cheekbones as he took a long drag.
“You know, I don’t think we’re allowed to smoke out here.”
“I don’t care.” He blew a long puff of smoke out into the crisp night air, staining it with a rich scent of tobacco and spices. “Is something bothering you?”
You searched for words to explain the anger tightening your throat, but came up with nothing that made sense. You were a numbers girl. Words were Silco’s thing. You shrugged. “It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”
“I’m asking, so I would say it does.” His voice had hardened, and you glanced over at him in alarm, though he didn’t look angry.
You didn’t want to push it, though, so you sighed and took a sip from your wine to buy a few seconds, feeling Silco’s mismatched gaze on you the whole time. “It’s just…all they did in there was bitch about things. What I was wearing, how I acted, their husbands, their lives. And yet…” you gestured vaguely at your surroundings. The gardens that must have needed a whole team of people to maintain. The lawn that sat empty when it could have grown enough food to feed a whole street of hungry Zaunites. The house. “They have all this, but it’s all they’ve ever had, so they can’t even see how privileged they really are. Meanwhile we have to scrape every penny just to put food on the table and some people in Zaun don’t even get that. If I lived up here I’d never complain about anything ever again,” you finished, and by now you were speaking into your wine glass, your eyes fixed on the ground.
Silco was quiet for a moment, and you didn’t dare glance up at him to see if you could gauge what he was really thinking. You’d never been so candid with your boss before, and you half expected him to leave and pretend tonight had never happened. The very last thing you expected him to say was, “What if I told you that tonight had been something of a test of your loyalties?”
Now you did look up, and he was watching you with that kind of calculated detachment he was so good at, though something in the hard lines of his face had softened. Or maybe it was just the moonlight.
“I don’t understand, sir.”
He took his time answering, taking another long drag of his cigar and releasing the smoke in a ring. “You’ve been with me a short while now, and you’re a very talented accountant. With your skills and some forged papers you could easily find work topside. Something with less risk and more pay.”
You flushed at his insinuation. “You pay me just fine.”
He rolled his eyes. “All wages are higher topside, you know that. You could have walked out of that house with a whole list of people who would pay you far more than I can for the same work, but you didn’t. Instead you stood there and allowed me to work on Torek while everyone in that room thought you were just some girl I’d hired for the night.”
You started to splutter a protest, but it died on your lips when you realised Silco was right. If you’d revealed your real job it would have raised Liana’s suspicions.
“It’s a long road ahead of us until Zaun is an independent nation. The topsiders won’t let us go without a fight,” he said, his voice dropping in case you weren’t alone in the gardens. “There will be times when you are tempted by offers of money, better jobs in better places, employers who won’t ask you to break the topsiders’ laws every day. I needed to know that you were true to the cause, that you would remain loyal to me even when you had the opportunity to make things easier for yourself.”
“You were giving me an out,” you said as it clicked into place. “Why now?”
“Because by now, you know exactly what you’re getting into by staying. Your choice to work for me is a genuine one.”
“So did I pass? Your test, I mean.”
“We would not be sitting here now if you had failed.”
You weren’t involved in the…bloodier side of Silco’s business, but you weren’t ignorant to it, either. You knew what he did to people he suspected of disloyalty. Would he really have let you go if you’d wanted? Or would you have disappeared into the shadows of the Lanes, never to be heard from again? You wouldn’t be the first. But then you realised that you’d never been afraid of that, because you would never give him a reason to doubt your loyalties. Zaun had to break free of Piltover, and he was the only one with the wits, the resources, and the sheer bloody-mindedness to finally cut the undercity free.
A sudden cold breeze blew in off the river, making the hedges surrounding you tremble, and you became acutely aware that you had left your coat inside. Before you could give yourself the chance to think better of it, you leaned back, and as you’d suspected, Silco didn’t move his arm. He didn’t quite put his arm around you, but he traced a circle on your bare shoulder with the back of his thumb, almost as if he was reluctant to touch you in case he scared you off.
“We can return to the party if you wish,” he said, and now he was near enough for his warm breath on your ear to send shivers along your skin that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.
“I prefer it out here.”
“As do I.” He held his cigar between his teeth as he reached into his coat and produced a small metal hip flask.
You couldn’t help but snort as he uncapped it and the smell of whiskey hit your nose. “You brought your own alcohol?”
He took a swig and then passed the flask to you. “Better than the swill they’re serving in there.”
“That swill is probably very expensive.”
“So is this. Drink.”
You took a small sip and were proud of yourself when you didn’t cough, even though the whiskey was strong enough to make your eyes water. A pleasant warm sensation spread out from your chest as you swallowed, though, and you shivered as you licked a drop off your lip. “Definitely tastes expensive.”
You looked up at him, and Silco’s eyes quickly snapped away from your mouth as he made a vague hum of agreement. For a while neither of you spoke, and you only passed the flask back and forth in companionable silence. The music that drifted towards you on the wind picked up in pace, and you heard the occasional drunken shout in the distance. Still nobody ventured into the dark grounds.
“Earlier I told you that you looked acceptable,” Silco said all of a sudden as he tapped out his half-smoked cigar and put it back in the tin. “I believe I should have told you that you look lovely instead.”
You felt a flush creep up your neck, and you risked a glance up at your boss – who had told you that you would look pretty on his arm, who had trusted you with this mission and had noticed when you slipped off to be alone. Nobody ever did that.
Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe you were delusional or perhaps just stupid. You didn’t really know why you did it, but before you could think better of it, you leaned over and kissed him.
It was only a quick, chaste press of your lips against his, and you instantly regretted it when Silco stayed completely still against you. You jerked backwards, already apologising. “I’m so sorry sir, I shouldn’t—”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Silco’s hand was firm on the back of your neck as he pulled you towards him and kissed you. Properly this time. It was your turn to freeze in shock, but you quickly got over it as his tongue danced against yours and you tasted whiskey and smoke. You eagerly let him in as he deepened the kiss, shivering as his hand slid up your leg from your knee to your thigh, and for the first time that night you were glad of your too-short skirt.
You gasped in surprise as he pulled you onto his lap, barely breaking the kiss as he made you straddle him, your skirt riding up as your thighs spread. Feeling bold, you ran your hands through his soft hair, and he hummed in approval as you raked your nails through the short hair at the base of his neck. In response he gave your ass a firm squeeze, grinding you down onto his lap.
And onto the hard length beneath you.
You circled your hips against him as he moved down to your neck, holding you in place with a hand in your hair pulling just tight enough to hurt as he bit more than kissed you, leaving marks that would definitely be impossible to hide in this dress. You couldn’t give a shit. No way were you going back into that stupid party after this.
“Tell me how long you’ve wanted this,” Silco said, emphasising his point with a sharp snap of his hips up against you.
“I—” you started, but you could only focus on his hands creeping up your thighs again. Except this time, they didn’t stop.
“Go on,” he coaxed, as if you were supposed to focus on anything except his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. You hissed as he tugged them down and the cold night air hit your pussy, and it faded into a whimper as he trailed his fingers along your lips, pausing to circle your entrance in a way that made your back arch. “And don’t you dare try to lie to me, sweetheart, because you’re already wet for me.”
“Um…” you tried to focus on anything but the soft, barely-there brush of his fingers against your pussy. Every time you tried to grind against his hand he moved away, keeping his touch just a little too soft, the bastard. “I think – maybe…”
“A few weeks?” he prompted.
“Mm – no…”
He raised an eyebrow, but rewarded your answer by pressing his thumb against your clit, though he still refused to give you what you wanted. Needed.
“Months?”
“Longer. Since… I wanted this since my first day working for you.” Finally, Silco slid one long finger into you as his thumb drew an agonisingly slow circle over your clit, and your eyes fluttered closed in pleasure.
“Do you want to know a secret, my lovely?” he said, his fingers moving faster, obscene wet noises filling the air.
“M-hm.”
“I have you beat. I’ve wanted this since I interviewed you.”
Your eyes flew open at his admission just as he sank another finger into you without warning. Later. You could think about what he’d said later. For now you just let yourself enjoy the curl of his long fingers inside you, the expert ministrations of his thumb on your clit that sent waves of warm pleasure up your spine.
Until the bastard stopped.
He withdrew his hand from you, and his fingers glistened in the moonlight from your wetness. Your eyes widened as he licked them clean, then he motioned for you to stand. “Get up. Go and stand at the end of the bench.”
You followed his directions on shaky legs, and Silco followed, casually strolling around to stand behind you. You had a good idea of what he intended. He trailed his fingers up your bare arms, then fisted one hand in your hair while the other held your bicep in a bruising grip. “If you want this to stop,” he purred in your ear, “say the word now.”
You only pushed back against him, feeling his hard length behind you.
“I thought not.” Then he bent you over the arm of the bench, the ornate steel armrest digging into your hips as he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties down to your knees. You weren’t sure if you shivered with the cool breeze or the anticipation as you heard him unbutton his pants, his hand still in your hair. Then you hissed as you felt the press of his cock against your centre, arched your back as he slid it through your wetness before finally sinking into you as his free hand started playing with your clit once more.
Your voice rose in a high, keening cry as he sheathed himself inside you, easing the ache of his entry with his fingers on your clit. He stopped abruptly, pulling you up by your hair. “Hush now,” he hissed in your ear as he let go of your hair and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You could taste the echo of yourself on his skin. “You don’t want them to think you really are my whore, do you?”
You choked around his fingers for a moment before you relaxed your throat enough that you could shake your head and make a garbled nuh-uh sound, which earned you a low chuckle.
“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart,” he said as he started to move, setting a quick, urgent pace that reminded you that anybody could come around the corner and see you bent over a bench with the most powerful man in the Undercity driving into you from behind as you gagged on his fingers. Every thrust of his hips ground yours against the metal armrest, and you knew you’d surely have bruises in the morning. “I wish we were somewhere I could fuck you properly. Take you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing more than a writhing, crying mess in my bed. But perhaps you do like the idea of someone seeing you, seeing how well you’re taking me. How wet you are.” His breathing was becoming shallow as he fucked you, but that didn’t stop the stream of filth from his mouth. “I don’t know about you, but I would kill to see the look on Ko Shosu’s face when he realises we used his party to lure his friend into our web and then defiled his rose garden right under his nose.”
He said something else after that too, but you’d stopped listening to his words and let the low, rough cadence of his voice be the final push you needed over that peak you’d been approaching, once interrupted and now higher than ever. Even Silco’s fingers in your mouth weren’t enough to muffle your cries as you came, your thighs shaking from the strain of standing while your walls clamped down on Silco’s cock, over and over again in waves of agonising bliss. He followed soon after, and you felt a warm rush as he spilled himself inside you with a groan he muffled in your neck.
For a moment you both stood there, catching your breath. You sighed in relief as Silco removed his fingers from your mouth, and after tucking himself away he cleaned you up with a handkerchief before pulling your panties back up for you. “You felt just as good as I’d imagined you would,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your abused scalp.
“Is that something you imagined often, sir?” you said teasingly.
“Most nights,” he murmured into your hair. “And perhaps some days, too.”
Well, damn. You had no idea what to say to that, other than, “Me too.” Maybe you had actually drank too much. “Take me home,” you said, leaning back against his chest as he straightened out your skirts. You felt him smile against your hair.
“It would be my absolute pleasure.”
#arcane x reader#silco x reader#silco x you#arcane x you#arcane x female reader#cursedfanfic#ive been dipping in and out of this for months and now im sick of looking at it so here you go lol
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Hi! Can I ask for some hurt/comfort with Zevlor/Rolan/Dammon making up with their partner after they had a fight? Perhaps they or their s/o (or both of them) were just very exhausted and it accidentally made them snap?
hi anon ty for the request!! i ended up treating this as HC's since it involved all three of the tief guys, but if you were thinking of something closer to an actual oneshot, i'd def be interested in taking the prompt further (but probs for only one of the guys b/c i'm slow as heck)
hope you enjoy!!! <3
Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Making Up
some very very light hints at sexual content (not enough for a a dni warning though i think)
How the tiefling boys fight and makeup with ya
Dammon:
Dammon is a fairly patient guy when it comes to people, especially you. Sure, he may get a little frustrated here and there – he's not perfect, okay – but to truly provoke a fight takes a lot from him.
When you two fight it’s serious. He’s not the kind of guy to say things he doesn’t mean, he’s transparent to a fault. So, when he says something hurtful, something said in the heat of the moment, it cuts deep.
He knows immediately when he’s gone too far, but he also realizes he needs time to cool off before he tries to make things right, otherwise he’s just going to hurt you more.
So he gives you both some time. He’ll throw himself into his work, no matter the time, to give you time alone in the room you share. The thought kills him though, knowing you’re somewhere hurting because of something he said.
It may be easy to think the grunts and angry sighs are lingering effects of the fight, that he’s working through his frustrations with you. But in reality, he’s angrier with himself, using his hammer to release the pent-up irritation he’s aiming at himself.
He finally comes to you when he knows he’s calm enough to actually talk things through. If you don’t want to see him, he’ll leave you alone; he doesn’t want to overstep, especially in such a vulnerable state. But when you’re ready to talk, he’s the first to apologize.
He’s reaching for you before he even realizes it, his hand instinctively wanting to touch your face to comfort you. He stops himself until he’s sure you want it.
His apologies are always sincere and very introspective. Dammon isn’t embarrassed to admit when he’s wrong – you are so much more important to him than his ego. If he needs to set it aside in order to truly earn your forgiveness, consider it done.
As soon as you give the indication that you’re okay with him touching you, he’s pulling to into his lap and holding your face so that he can look you in the eyes and reiterate his feelings for you.
Dammon is so tender like this, his hands brushing against your skin like if he’s too rough you’ll run away. Because in truth, he’s afraid one day you’ll have a fight like this and it’ll be the last straw, that you’ll be gone before he can fix things.
When you assure him that you will always be willing to work through your problems together, he’ll finally kiss you like you’re used to. Dammon will lay you down on the bed and show you how eager he is for forgiveness.
Rolan:
It’s no secret that Rolan has a shorter temper than most. It gets better with time, but sometimes he just has a short fuse. It’s a fact of life with him.
His temper is more even with you, of course. Unless one of you is in danger, you, Cal, and Lia are probably the only people Rolan exhibits any patience for. So normally you bicker. Little quarrels of little to no importance just for the sake of butting heads.
When you actually fight, things are so very different. Rolan doesn’t just get angry, he seethes. It stews in him silently, only his body language and expression giving away his real feelings. There comes a point where he snaps, and the floodgates open with an array of harsh words and colored vocabulary.
But, to be honest, a lot of what Rolan says is what he thinks in that exact moment, thoughts that pop into his head when he’s blinded by anger. Hardly ever does he say something that you think he truly means. It doesn’t make it hurt less, though.
He’ll be the first to storm off every time. Sometimes it’s because he’s secretly embarrassed that he was so rude, other times he is just so annoyed that he can’t help but want to just separate himself from the situation. To be honest, either way it’s usually for the best.
Rolan was never the biggest fan of apologies before you, but he recognizes the need for them. It doesn’t make things easier though. He does try. Sometimes though he’s too proud to let go of the reason behind the fight. These ones last the longest, both of you giving each other the silent treatment for several days.
When he’s finally ready to apologize, with an actual, real apology, he brings something with him: your favorite flowers, a book you’ve been eyeing, a sweet you love. He’ll offer it to you without a word, hoping to bridge the gap before getting into the meat of things.
He’s not as touchy when making up. He’s more focused on his words and being able to make you understand where his anger came from.
When things are patched up between you two, he’s always quick to have things return to normal. Sometimes though, if he’s feeling particularly guilty you can persuade him that you need some extra apologies. And he’s more than willing to put his pride aside if it means getting to say he’s sorry from between your thighs.
Zevlor:
Does Zevlor even get into fights with his beloved, ever? It has to be once in a blue moon at the most. He has a temper just like anyone, we’ve seen how quickly he was ready to mow down Aradin for leading goblins to the grove. But for you? There’s not a lot you could do that would provoke an honest-to-god fight.
The only time he is willing to stand in such stark opposition to you is when you are putting yourself in danger. That is something he will never get used to and is the one thing that you continuously argue over.
So, after so many arguments about the danger you’re always getting into, you’re both exhausted. It’s far that you both snap. You never got anywhere with the typical quarrels you’ve had, so maybe an actual confrontation would help things.
Zevlor isn’t the type of man to throw around insults or say something just to cause pain. No, he knows it detracts from the issue at hand and it serves him no good to hurt you like that. He’s fighting you because he loves you and wants the best for you, of course he’s not going to let his mouth cause more trouble.
There is no running from a fight with Zevlor. He is a man of action and will be hell-bent on talking through the issue, regardless of how intense things are getting. He’s always the first to remind you that you both need to take a step back and breathe so that emotions don’t run to high.
When you get to the end of the argument, Zevlor is still ready to apologize. Even though he knows some fights are necessary, he still doesn’t like it when you do.
He’ll take a moment to collect his thoughts before he offers you a sweet, whispered apology for how things happened. He’ll hold you close, tilting your chin up so that he can look into your eyes as he attempts to soothe your nerves with his words.
When he asks what he can do to lift your spirits, how he can make it up to you after your argument, you tell him exactly what would make you happiest. He blushes at your sultry tone, but doesn’t stop you from pushing him lightly towards the bedroom.
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hi everyone <3 at this point i'm just gonna apologize again for showing up on y'alls dashboards like this, but the job search keeps going after being laid off in november, and my last paycheck never came because they "lost the receipt" and fighting for them to pay me hasn't been working. i've asked my family for help but there's only so much they can do, so here i am. again, please don't feel the need / pressured in any way to help! christmas time is coming and it's a really tight time for everyone, and honestly just a reblog could go a long way.
people have helped in the past and that has meant everything to me, you guys are absolutely amazing and i love you. the second i'm able to do something about it, i'll pay back the kindness i was given, because that's all we can do.
if you're in the qsmp community, i can offer you an analysis of a character or ship of your choice, or a one-shot, or beta readings, or whatever you need! i wish i could offer more, but i'm not that talented.
thank you so, so much either way.
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(the poor state of my finances is below the cut for transparency's sake)
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A/N: I'm not feeling well. It's that time of the month and I am struggling. I apologize if this part isn't written as well as the others :(
Word count: 3.5k (3,595)
part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, finale
Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 3
Your first day working with the Vees consisted of you being in one of Velvette’s shows. You were shoved into multiple outfits that were definitely out of your comfort zone. Your wings were out the whole time and boosted the popularity. At the end of the show, Velvette was trying to get you to be one of her official models.
“Y/N! As much as I hate your alliances, I do love the energy you bring on the stage.” She flicks her hand to get you into a more formal attire for your stay. You matched Vox’s suit, color scheme and all. You were convinced it’s just a dress version of his outfit. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that you’re finally comfortable.
“Flattered at your offer however I have the hotel to tend to. I have not the time to spare to become a model for you. Apologies.” You politely declined making Velvette groan.
Vox walks up to you, his hands clapping at your performance. “What a wondrous performance! I see you wore the necklace I gifted you.” He grins, glancing at the shining piece of jewelry around your neck. It was a diamond studded eye necklace surrounded with 3 sets of wings, something that matched your usual outfit.
“Ah, yes. I do adore it. Thank you.” You smile, “I see you’re wearing the bow tie I’ve gifted you as well?”
He fiddled the bow in question with pride, “Proudly. It was given to me by you.” He takes your hand in his to kiss it, something that became a constant occurrence between you two. “Shall we meet in my office?”
You nod, following him, hand still in his. The time you’ve shared with him has gotten you quite accustomed to the demon. You started to feel warm but you fought against it. You promised Charlie and Alastor both that you would keep your guard up and stay safe. Vox’s intentions weren’t clear to you and you still couldn’t comprehend why he suddenly decided to strike a deal with you.
In his office, you sat across from him, legs crossed awaiting him to start. He was staring at you, eyeing you down so much so it made you a little nervous at what’s to come.
“Y/N. Before we continue…” He starts, “I want to inform you of something you did.”
Your head tilted to the side, “Yes…?”
“The night you got drunk, you started to strip in front of me.” He blankly states, doing his best to maintain his composure while you lost yours.
Your face flushed in embarrassment, turning red at his words. “I sincerely apologize! That was unbecoming of me.” You profusely apologized, “I may have forgotten to warn you and tell you exactly why I typically stick to just one bottle of my usual champagne.”
Vox just laughed in response, “My dear, no need to get so flustered. For your sake, I did ask for someone else to help dress you and left as soon as I saw the state you were in.” He raised his arms up in defense, “I didn’t push my chances and left immediately. I hardly looked.”
You breathe out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. I truly apologize.”
“Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s circle back to our agreement from our first meeting. You said you will need 3 days to consider the offer. Have you chosen an answer?” The joy on his face was back to a serious one as soon as he asked.
You shake your head, “Unfortunately I have not decided. I struggle to understand your intentions.”
“What is it that makes you struggle? If I’m being completely transparent with you, you are a wonderful and beautiful angel. The 3 days we’ve spent together have been bliss. I would love to have you by my side, always.” He winks at you, “And I’d love to see you half naked again, but sober this time.”
The red creeped back up on your face. “Vox! That is inappropriate to say for this situation. We are discussing business.” You huffed.
“Ah but you are my business, dear.” He gets up and walks over to you, further teasing you by bringing his head up to your ear to whisper. “I absolutely want you.”
You get up quickly, taking a step back from him, absolutely unable to hide the fact that you’re flustered at his actions and words. “I am not well-versed in such things. I cannot provide you the companionship you seek.”
He took a step forward and held your hand, giving you a kiss on your knuckles. “I can show you how, my love.” His signature grin wide on his face, “C’mon baby~ Let me show you how fun it is with me by your side.”
If you were able to melt, you would have melted right then and there. You were a stuttering mess and Vox found entertainment and pleasure watching you be one. You pull your hand away from him and rush to the door.
“Pardon me! I must excuse myself!” You reach for the doorknob but Vox just zaps in front of you.
“Ah ah. Before you go, we’ll be going on a date in a little bit. I’ve already told Velvette to get you in the most gorgeous attire, paid for entirely by yours truly.” He opened the door for you to rush out and head towards your room.
As if on cue, Velvette swings your door open and drags you inside. She immediately swiped her hand to change your outfit into a gorgeous backless fitted dress that sparkled when the light hit it. A slit ran up your thigh and revealed a garter belt that went around it, bearing the VoxTek logo. The neckline plunged down to the middle of your chest. Your formal flat shoes were now black red bottomed heels.
“Alright now sit.” Velvette says, pulling out a chair for you. The speed of everything happening overwhelmed you to the point where you had to give yourself a second to react, “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”
You followed her instructions and sat down. She got to work on your hair quickly, giving you beautiful bouncy curls that rested perfectly on your shoulders. She even did your makeup for you. She worked quickly and quietly and by the end of it, she was grinning with pride from her work. “Perfect. You’re absolutely stunning. Now go. Shoo.”
You were kicked out of your own room with a gentle shove. You tripped over yourself and landed in Vox’s arms. You look up and see him giving you a wide-toothed grin, “You look absolutely beautiful~” He purred into your ear.
Your heart was pounding but so was Vox’s. He meant what he said. He was enamored by your looks and with you dressed up, he was even more attracted. He wants you but he doesn’t seem to know that the way he’s supposed to.
He showered you with gifts and jewels of all kinds. He put on the necklace he gave you around your neck and donned your fingers with expensive rings. He brought you to the most prestigious restaurant in all of Hell after he accessorized you and acted very gentlemanlike. You weren’t used to such things so this was all very new.
In Heaven, most interactions you’ve had with men were with Adam so being treated this nicely was a new thing for you. You remained flustered at everything that just happened. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest at the amount of attention he’s giving you. Back at the hotel you mainly stayed in your office to do paperwork and help around with cleanup which meant you lacked the social experience that most would have.
There was a singer performing for the restaurant’s customers that night and you distracted yourself by listening to her. It was Verosika Mayday, a famous popstar that you had heard of. Her voice was beautiful, her body and face matching. Vox watched as you relaxed in your seat, entranced by her voice. He made a mental note that you loved soft and slow music, which was exactly how Verosika’s current song was. He knew this because your eyes lit up the moment the piano slowed down.
After the show, he decided to introduce you to Verosika herself. Bringing him over to the table. You chatted with her about her talents and asked for tips on how she was able to have such a wide vocal range. It wasn’t long into the conversation until you were starting to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed.
Not wanting to repeat the events of the last time you got really drunk, Vox excused himself and led Verosika away, letting you know he’ll be back. He took Verosika backstage where Valentino awaited, somewhere private enough for him to talk to her and for her to not see Valentino. He put her in a trance with his eye and got her to sign a contract with Valentino stating that she will now take the place of Angel Dust. Valentino was more than happy to have the curvy, popular succubus popstar to be his and quickly decided to make her his new toy.
Vox worked fast to fulfill your wishes, swearing it was to steal your power when in reality he wanted to see your smile. When he came back to the table, you were getting ready to down an entire bottle of vodka to which he confiscated from your hands making you huff.
“Now now. I told you. Last time you got fucked up, you were stripping and I would rather not go through that again.” He had given the bottle he took from you back to a waiter. He lifted your chin with finger, looking deeply into your eyes. “Mm. You look wonderful with a blush across your face.”
He pulled away from you and held his hands behind his back, standing proudly. “I would like to inform you that the contract’s been broken.” He said with a wide smile. Your eyes sparkle with delight, quickly getting up.
“Is that the truth, Vox?” You ask, “Oh that is wonderful! Thank you!” You hugged him, your heart full of warmth and happiness. You felt his arms snake around you to hug you back.
“I told you, dollface.” He strokes your curled locks, playing with it in his hands, “I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.” He felt himself warm up at the feeling of you hugging him. The way your body fit perfectly against his in a hug was new territory. The scent of your perfume radiated gently, he felt your heart pounding as quickly as his own did. This felt new to him and it felt good.
Upon arriving back at Vox’s building, you walk with him, your hands wrapped around his arm. He walked you to your room and gave you yet another sweet kiss on your knuckles.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at you before zapping off into his own room.
You closed the door and slid your back against it, sighing. You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heart going wild. You felt uncomfortably safe and secure around him and at this point it was hard for you to separate your emotions with business. He gave you attention you’ve never received and never realized you craved. His sweet words, his suggestive comments, his compliments echoed through your head. You began to fall for him.
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In the morning, you met Vox in his office a bit too excited to see him but you maintain your composure. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee, the scent of which covered the room. He perked up at the sound of you entering his office. “Ah. Good morning, Y/N. Help yourself to some coffee.” He gestured to his coffee maker by the wall to which you gladly poured yourself a cup. “I have a full schedule today, I trust that you’re able to stay in the building until I return?”
“Return?” You cocked your head at him, “I am to stay here? Do you require me to do anything to assist you?” You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit bummed out at the thought of him leaving but you quickly shook away that feeling.
“Yes you have to stay here, I’m afraid. I can’t waltz into my shows and interviews with you hanging off of me.” He laughed a bit, “We aren’t even together. I’ll only do that when you accept my courtship and let me make you mine. Why? You gonna miss me?”
You hid your blushing face behind your cup, “Nonsense. Just a thought is all. I seek not to ruin your day nor make them difficult with my presence. I am perfectly content staying here.” You weren’t content with staying. You didn’t understand it but you wanted to be by his side for your entire stay at his company.
His phone buzzes, making him get up. “Well, that’s my cue. I have to head out, angel.” He held his hand out for you to take. You expected him to give it a kiss but instead he led you to his chair. “You can stay here or in my room. Maybe watch me work my magic on television. I’ll be back.”
He left without giving you the usual kiss on the hand. It left you bothered. You felt…empty without it. It didn’t feel right. Though you didn’t say anything about it, it didn’t leave your mind. You aimlessly wandered around his office, looking at the photos he had laying around. You ended up in his room, laying on his bed watching his shows until he came in through the door.
“Ah! There you are.” He says, “Come Y/N. I have a gift for you.”
You got up and followed him out of the room. He took your hand as you walked behind him. He took you to the meeting room, the table filled with wrapped boxes. You were speechless. “Surely this isn’t all for me?” You ask him.
“But they are! I’ve gotten advice from Princess Morningstar to make sure I got you the best of the best. Open them!” He held his hands behind his back, eagerly waiting for you to start.
You unwrapped and opened one of the bigger boxes and in it there was a gorgeous black and red version of the outfit you’d normally wear at the hotel. You glanced at him to which he gave you a proud look. The bigger boxes contained clothing from loungewear to nightgowns to robes. You reach for a smaller box and open it. You pulled out gorgeous earrings, studded with diamonds of course. In the last couple of small boxes, they were all pieces of fine jewelry to match the earrings.
You beamed with delight and gave Vox a hug. “These are wonderful gifts Vox! You spoil me too much. You are not required to do so.”
“Nothing is too much for you, angel.” He kisses your hand, looking up at you with a flirty look, “I do want to win your heart after all.”
You blushed at his words, looking away in embarrassment. “I need not for such gestures.”
“You deserve more, darling.” He gets his butlers to bring your gifts to your room, “Are my attempts working?”
“You flatter me so, perhaps I am leaning towards accepting your deal.”
He walks you to your room and wishes you a good night. You felt your heart flutter a bit, sighing happily as you got ready for bed in the same nightgown he gifted you. You soon drifted off to sleep, happily cuddling up to your pillow.
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You were ready to spend your second day with Vox but to your dismay, he was “too busy” to speak with you. Not wanting to push in case he was stressed, you kept your distance. It did bother you when you would see him having casual conversation with Valentino or Velvette and as soon as he saw you, he would make himself seem busier by checking his phone.
“Vox~ Your little angel has eyes on us.” Valentino speaks, soft enough for you to not hear. “I know that look she has in her eyes. She’s longing for you.”
Vox smiled, “I know. By the end of our agreement, she won’t want me to leave her side.” He laughs menacingly, “I’ll make her obsessed with me.” Vox glanced behind him, seeing you in the distance admiring the plants that decorated the building. For a second, he felt his heart twist at the sad expression you had on.
You glanced up at him, a bit shocked at him giving you attention. You gave him a smile and waved. He gestures for you to come closer and with no hesitation, you make your way towards him. As soon as you were in his reach, he pulled you closer by the waist causing your face to flush up in red.
“Sorry for ignoring you all day, dollface.” He grins, “Red looks nice on you.” His hand caresses your cheek and you quickly pull away, embarrassed.
You cleared your throat and composed yourself. “It’s alright. You’re a busy man.” But it wasn’t okay with you. You found yourself longing for his attention all day and though you found your sudden admiration for him strange, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to yearning for his gaze on yours. “Tomorrow’s my last day. I wanted to know what you have in store for me.”
He puts his hands together, “You and I, my dear, are going out! My treat.”
“Vox! Surely I can cover tomorrow. You’ve showered me with plenty of gifts already for the past couple of days.” You protested to which he grabs your hand, giving it yet another kiss.
“Like I said before. I am…” He moves closer to you, his head by your ear, “...absolutely in love with you.” He whispers. You shiver at his voice, losing your breath for a split second.
“If you must insist…I’ll allow myself to find comfort in your adorations.” You whispered back, trying your hardest to steady your breathing.
“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss on your shoulder before zapping away into a camera.
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You were dressed by Velvette again for your date with him the following day. You wore an off shoulder dress with the jewelry he’s gifted you. You felt warm and excited for your date. The spot he told you to meet him at wasn’t too far from his building so you denied the ride there and chose to walk instead.
You took in some of the sights, admiring the bright neon lights that covered the streets that seeped into the dark alleyways in between buildings. As you were approaching the restaurant, you spotted something in the alleyway out of the corner of your eye that made you backtrack. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness you see Vox on the floor with a bleeding wound.
You rushed to his side, a bit in panic. “Vox! Vox what happened to you?” You gently help him up. He coughs, breathing heavy. You begin to heal his wounds, light emitting from your hands as you did so. Your eyes wandered to his ripped clothes, it looked like claws had ripped them.
“Alastor…” He says weakly, “That damned radio demon was just here…” He glitched and held your hand weakly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. My blood…My blood got on your beautiful dress and hands.”
“Alastor…?” You were in disbelief, you didn’t want to believe him but the claw shaped scratches on him matched the shape of his when he’s in his demon form. “No…It can’t be.” You felt anger rising within you. You told him he wasn’t supposed to mess with Vox. Could he have really gone against your word?
As soon as you finish, he sits up. “If you hadn’t come in time…I don’t think he would have left.” You held his hand tight. He looked at you and felt guilty at how hurt you looked. Your eyes were filled with tears, “Oh…Please. Please don’t cry, angel.”
“You were hurt! If I’d gotten here sooner…” You shook your head, “I’m supposed to be here to protect but you got hurt.” Your heart was heavy with emotions. Anger for Alastor’s actions, fear for Vox’s safety and sadness for not being there for him sooner.
“I’m going to be okay, Y/N.” He smiled at you, “You’re here now.” He wiped the tears that ran down your face. “I’m going to have to put a hold on this date. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense! Do not apologize, you were injured. Let’s return to your home, you need rest.”
You brought Vox back into his room, flying through the halls with him in your arms. He looked up at you, the determination and anger that you had in your eyes filled him with even more guilt. You set him down gently on his bed.
“I’m afraid I must leave now but please, if anything happens, call me with no hesitation.” You spoke softly, the smile that you always had on your face was gone and didn’t return. You rush to your room, collecting all of your belongings and create a portal directly back into the hotel. You were enraged with Alastor and you were absolutely determined to find him.
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CHAPTER 6: IF ONLY IT WAS WARMTH
ੈ✩ gojo satoru x reader, geto suguru x reader
He would drink half of his body weight in liquor by the time the clock struck twelve, maybe, honoring the tradition of forgetting the past year. He would be able to forget all the ways he’d caused you pain from his carelessness and his inability to communicate transparently. And then, maybe, he'll start the year anew with a kiss on your mouth. He could stake his claim on you officially, in front of everyone.
ੈ✩ chapter cw/tags: explicit content (18+ mdni) , oral sex, fingering, threesome, alcohol usage
ੈ✩ wc: 7.4k
ੈ✩ a/n: happy birthday to my pookie suguru and happy new year to all of them, especially reader, because god knows she needs it
playlist ✸ read on ao3 ✸ series masterlist
Shoko’s short hair is in low space buns – proper ones, her hair now long enough for her to not look like she had haphazard tufts of hair sticking out of her head. She'd begged you to cut it for her before the formal, complaining that longer hair was too much to deal with. You’d snorted then – it was only down to her collarbone, just barely.
She holds out a cigarette to you as you lean on the glass of the storefront, your cheeks cold and bitten by the wind.
“Thanks,” you sigh, inhaling and trying your best not to choke on the smoke. You almost do, a tickle in your throat about to rumble before you exhale. Shoko laughs. You still haven’t gotten used to Seven Stars, but you knew it was because she always preferred menthol the same way that Satoru preferred strawberry sake. Something to get a taste of to deflect from the damage it was doing to their insides.
Utahime emerges from the front doors, flustered by the immediate temperature change.
“Did they catch you for shoplifting or what?” Shoko teases.
“Never,” Utahime scoffs. “I’m not a delinquent like you.”
Shoko rolls her eyes, a sly grin on her face. You had only been shopping with the two of them for an hour and a half, yet the two of them were able to find their dresses unfairly quickly. Shoko had chosen a dark plum silk dress with purple floral details. Utahime had picked a simple red dress with a square neckline and straps that tied into bows at the shoulders.
“You wanna keep looking at other places?” Shoko asks you.
You smile graciously, shaking your head.
“You said you guys were hungry, right? We can go back to shopping after lunch,” you shrug.
“Oh, yeah, that idiot texted,” Utahime murmurs absentmindedly as she looks at her phone. “The boys are running a little late. Let’s get a table without them.”
“The boys are coming?” You try your best not to sound nervous, though your voice comes out small.
“Not surprised,” Shoko jeers, dropping her cigarette on the pavement to snuff it out with her combat boot. “Satoru’s never been on time in his fucking life.”
Your stomach flips at the mention of his name. There wasn’t any reason for the boys to come since it was a girls’ day out, you thought. Then again, this is Satoru’s friend group. You wonder if Mei Mei would show up. The possibility makes your chest a bit tight.
You’re too afraid to ask the girls about her, so you lay your head low and listen to their conversation as you all walk to the restaurant, only chiming in with head nods and insignificant comments.
The izakaya is a bit crowded, but you’re thankful for the warmth granted to you when you enter the restaurant. The smell of cooked meat makes your mouth water. As the three of you settle at your table and wait for drinks, you find your eyes straying away from the girls and toward the front door.
Utahime is explaining the specifics of one of her most recent missions when you feel a commanding presence in the restaurant, immediately locking eyes with a pair of blue pupils staring back at you. You suck in your teeth, toying with the sleeve of your sweater as you attempt to appear nonchalant.
Satoru and Suguru seem to steal the attention of the whole restaurant. You see the flustered look on the hostess’s face and it makes you cringe. Satoru’s cheeks are twinged pink, eyes bright as he speaks to her. You notice that patrons around him are also looking at him. Moths drawn to a flame.
When they arrive at your table, Suguru smiles at you warmly. Satoru is quick to slide into the booth next to you and Shoko while Suguru sits across from you, next to Utahime. The boys are dressed similarly – both wearing a white button-down and black jeans, though Satoru is wearing a black suede jacket and Suguru has opted for a denim one.
Shoko leans against your shoulder to look at the menu, flipping immediately to the end of the menu for the beer and wine section.
“Shoko, we aren’t–” You’re interrupted by her hand covering your mouth.
“You really don’t go out much, jeez,” she chuckles. “They never card us here.”
With that, she orders three beers for herself, Utahime, and Suguru, a plum wine for you, and a chu-hi for Satoru, given how sugary it is.
You’re quiet as everyone talks amongst themselves. It’s mostly Satoru and Suguru bickering over trivial matters, which ends up with Satoru bickering with Utahime over nothing, just because he likes to push her buttons. Shoko is quick to be the mediator in every situation. She’s able to interrupt with her own stories about volunteering at hospitals – private endeavors funded by Jujutsu Tech.
You listen to her, only bombarded by the sensation of a hand on your thigh. You kick Satoru lightly, but he doesn’t let up. Your face darkens when the waitress returns with your drinks, paying extra attention to Satoru, who unfortunately indulges her.
“Any luck with finding a dress?” Suguru asks. He’s asking everyone, but his gaze ends up pointed at you.
“Not yet. Shoko and Utahime found theirs, though,” you smile. “They’re gorgeous.”
“Oh, I bet,” Satoru nods, smoothing his palm over your thigh again, making your breath hitch. You clench your jaw. “What were you thinking of getting, Twigs?”
“I don’t know, yet. Whatever speaks to me, I suppose.”
“You’ll look amazing in anything,” Suguru says. You smile at him in response, noticing the way Satoru straightens in your peripheral.
You sigh in relief when the food comes. The five of you dig into several shared plates, the smell of them wafting under your nose. Satoru piles pieces of tonkatsu and fried tofu onto your plate before you can protest.
“I can serve myself,” you mumble to him, irritated.
“I know what you like,” he shrugs.
Unfortunately, he’s right – he’s able to arrange your plate just the way you like it without any of your input. You’re honestly surprised at him remembering what your preferences are — you hadn’t shared a proper meal with the Gojo family in a few years. Even then, you considered your short hangouts with Satoru insignificant, fleeting enough that he wouldn’t care to remember what kind of food you liked.
You don’t speak much during the meal, mostly entertained by watching your friends debate and bicker. They’re a colorful bunch – you’d almost feel out of place if it wasn’t for each of them looking to you during a conversation for your input. All of them care about your presence. It’s something you aren’t used to.
“I think you should get something super sparkly. Or sheer and sparkly. Honestly, you could show up in a trash bag and still look hot as fuck,” Shoko murmurs before she attempts to chew on a peculiarly long piece of beef dangling from her chopstick.
“She’s right,” Suguru adds, smiling at you as he holds his jaw in his hand casually. You smile shyly in response. You can feel Satoru’s eyes burning into your head.
“Don’t be too pressured by them, though,” Utahime says. “Again, you’d look hot in anything, so don’t sweat it if you end up wanting to wear a kimono–”
“She’ll wear a dress,” Satoru interjects, lazily prodding a piece of pork on his plate. “She always looks the best in dresses.”
You cough lightly. It’s not enough to attract attention, but you do feel eyes on you as you down your plum wine in an attempt to calm down.
“You guys are making me feel like a Barbie doll,” you joke, attempting to distract from your flustered state. You nearly wince at the feeling of Satoru’s palm on your knee. Unfortunately, his small strokes on your clothed leg do relax you a bit, like you’re being petted like a dog.
“It’s your first Gojo ball, baby!” Shoko chimes. “You are our little Barbie doll.”
You feel more relaxed when she rests her head on your shoulder. It’s enough to make you forget that Satoru is touching you underneath the table, his hand rising higher than it should. When your eyes wander and end up on Suguru’s face, you freeze for a millisecond, nervous, as if you’re being found out. However, his eyes grant you solicitude and comfort. Or maybe it’s the plum wine making you warm.
It’s a miracle that you’re all able to pay the bill and leave the restaurant considering how many beers Utahime was craving, but Shoko had reminded her that you still needed a dress. In all honesty, you felt better off borrowing something from your mother. Something from Satoru’s mother if you were truly desperate, but the prospect of having to approach her for it made you want to die.
After getting boba (per Satoru’s request), the five of you enter a vintage boutique that smells like black tea and tatami floors. It’s dim inside despite it being daytime, but the warm light of several hanging lanterns illuminates the place amiably.
The boys go off to a corner – Suguru looks through a rack of jackets while Satoru tries on nearly every pair of sunglasses displayed on a mid-century bureau. He tries on a pair with lenses that resemble moth wings, three of them overlapping. He looks ridiculous, yet somehow still charming.
“Twigs, look!” he beckons.“Six Eyes.”
“Funny,” you nod. You chuckle at his face falling into a pout when you aren’t as enthused as him.
Your attention gets stolen away from Shoko, who is shoving a dress into your hands as she ushers you toward the dressing rooms.
“Try this on.”
“Wha– how do you even know my size–”
“Trust me!” she giggles, pushing you into the stall and promptly pulling the curtain closed.
You’re left to stare at yourself, dreading the act of taking all of your layers off. The dress in your hands barely looks appropriate for a formal event, short as it is. You put it on anyway, frowning at the way it barely hits above the middle of your thigh. It’s lacy and frilly with a corset top, making you feel like a triple-tiered cake, but it’s oddly… flattering. You feel like a Harajuku doll.
“Shoko, I can’t wear this to–”
“Oh!” Utahime gushes. “You look adorable!”
“She’s so cuuuuute,”’ Shoko adds.
“Oh,” Suguru blinks. “Come here.”
“Um–” Your breath hitches when he spins you around to tie the straps on the back, tightening them.
“Better?”
“I– I think?”
Satoru watches Suguru move your hair out of the way and scowls. His eyes widen when he notices the length of the dress on you. Or lack thereof, rather.
“I feel like I’m wearing tissue paper,” you mumble.
“You look hot as fuck,” Satoru says bluntly. You roll your eyes even though he makes you flush.
“You should get it,” Shoko nods in agreement.
“Wh– we’re here for a formal dress!”
“Who thinks she should get it?”
Everyone raises their hand and stares at you. You blink at them in horror.
“Okay, maybe, but this isn’t the priority.”
They leave you to your own volition after that, except for Satoru, who has resorted to following you around like a stray dog. You have to swat him away several times from trying to sip your boba until you eventually give up.
“This one,” he points at something silk. “You like blue.”
“You like blue, Satoru.”
He sighs dramatically, watching you as you pick through dress after dress. The image of you in that white lacy number is burned into his mind – the way the hem exposed most of your legs, neckline showing off your chest. Despite the complicated straps, he imagines he could probably wrangle you out of it somehow, or at least be able to flip the skirt up—
His daydreaming is shaken by the blur of your rushed body into the dressing room. He follows you in without a warning.
“Satoru,” you hiss. “You can be without me for two minutes.”
“I can’t, actually,” he deadpans. Fuck, he’d made himself a little hard thinking about you. It doesn’t help that the dress you’re trying on is halfway on you, exposing the side of your breast to him.
The dress is beautiful – a light taupe color with tulle over the silk lining. The sheer fabric over it is adorned with crystals.
“Jesus.”
“What?”
“Nothing, you look – um,” Satoru swallows his words. He’s never been fucking speechless in front of a girl before.
“Zip me up.”
His large hands scale the length of your bare back gently, making you shiver. His fingers close on the zipper, tightening the dress as he helps you. It feels more intimate than it should. When he catches your face in the mirror in front of him, he blushes and looks away.
He fixes your hair for you, watching you in the mirror as you examine yourself. He presses a chaste kiss to your shoulder. The feeling of his breath over your collarbone makes warmth pool in your gut.
“You have no idea how hard you made me.”
“Control yourself,” you snap.
God. Even that riles him up a bit more.
You ignore him, stepping out of the dressing room to see three stunned faces.
“Oh, uh, I needed help getting zipped up,” you mutter when Satoru emerges from behind you.
“Oh, wow!” Utahime muses. “Holy shit, this is the one.”
“Agreed,” Shoko nods.
“Really? It’s not too much?” you ask, tilting your head in the mirror. It’s flashier than your usual taste, but the fabric softly hugs the curves of your body in a way that’s comfortable despite the elaborate design.
“It’s perfect,” Suguru says. “You look perfect.”
You smile as Shoko adjusts the left strap of the dress for you, plucking out the tag from behind. When you notice her eyes widen, you strain your neck to look.
“This shit is vintage Dior,” Shoko snorts. “Damn, it’s almost 300,000 yen.”
“Oh,” you frown.
“We have all day!” Utahime offers. “There are tons of stores in the area–”
“I’ll pay for it,” Satoru interrupts. You draw a sharp breath.
“Satoru, I can’t let you do that–”
“Don’t worry about it. Think of it as a grad present. Get the other dress, too.”
You look at him, bewildered.
“It’s not worth the trouble, I’d only wear it once–”
He interrupts you again, the sound of your name a firm warning despite the pleasant demeanor in his eyes. He gestures towards the dressing rooms.
“My mother will love it. You’ll look gorgeous,” he says. “Now go on so we can check out.”
You’re obedient, sighing in defeat and slight embarrassment. Shoko and Utahime look at each other, both raising their brows at Suguru, who shrugs at them, looking mildly amused. Satoru pays no mind to anyone’s reaction, merely returning to the accessories to look at sunglasses once more.
He’s placid as he holds your bag for you, strangely gentleman-like as the five of you leave after checking out. You think there has to be a punchline waiting for you at the other end of this. Whatever this game of his was.
“So frowny today,” he murmurs into your ear. The two are slightly behind the others, who are engrossed in a debate about Godzilla movies. “You’re gonna get wrinkles if you keep it up.”
“What are you plotting?” you ask him, narrowing your eyes.
“Nothing,” Satoru shrugs. “Just want you to look your best, s’all. I know how much you wanted that dress. Should I pay you to let me fuck you in it, too?”
You know you’d let him for free, which pisses you off. It makes your cunt ache.
“I’m not your whore.”
“Of course not, baby,” he grins, ruffling your hair. “I’m yours.”
New Year’s Eve, 2008
The banquet hall is more extravagant than any parties you’ve seen thrown at the Gojo estate. Fairy lights drape over each other, hanging from the dark blue ceiling in a way that looks like stars.
The last time you spent New Year’s Eve with Satoru, the both of you were thirteen. Your mother had made everyone toshikoshi soba before the two of you had gone off to the local festival together to watch the fireworks. Your mother’s hand-me-down kimono on you was a bit oversized, but she had braided your hair, gathering it into a bun held together with hair sticks that were a gift from Satoru’s mother.
You wear them in your hair now in a bun with the rest of your hair cascading down, borrowing from Suguru’s usual style. You feel odd in a gown that costs more than anything you’ve owned.
“Cute,” Satoru had remarked, poking the dangling jade charm that hung off of your hair sticks. “I remember these.”
You calm your nerves with a glass of champagne offered to you. The menace next to you wasn’t helping your anxiety for the night – Satoru had been attached to your hip since you’d arrived. You didn’t even get a chance to see him with his date. You’re thankful that someone from his clan sweeps him away for a conversation, leaving you to scan the crowd for any sign of Suguru, Shoko, or Utahime.
You’re startled by the feeling of a hand on the small of your back, but your face relaxes when you turn and see your dark-haired date. Suguru looks like a model, as expected, standing tall in a suit that mirrors Satoru’s. His hair is gathered in a bun, his bangs framing his face.
“There you are,” he greets you, placing a kiss on your jaw. Your eyelashes flutter. “Having fun?”
“Um, yeah,” you answer lightly, taking another sip of your drink.
“You look beautiful, by the way,” Suguru says in your ear after leaning down. You were going to need copious amounts of alcohol before you could get used to his mere presence in a suit like this. “Gonna give Mei a run for her money. She always treats these things like the red carpet.”
You follow his gaze until it lands on Satoru and a girl with bluish-silver hair talking with who you assume to be members of the Gojo clan. Her hair is in an elegant updo weaved with baby’s breath, leaving two parallel face-framing pieces of hair in the front. Suguru is right – she has the look of a Hollywood movie star, shining in a lilac dress that compliments her pale skin.
“Don’t worry,” Suguru says, smoothing a hand over your shoulder. “Her family stopped trying to marry into the Gojo clan after her father invested in some global conglomerate. Not to mention, she’s getting promoted to Grade 1 very soon.”
“Why would I be worried?” you laugh nervously.
He shrugs, flashing you one of those soft, reassuring smiles of his as if he knows something you don’t. You suppose he does. If you were a cat, you could purr at the feeling of him gently stroking his fingers through your hair soothingly. It calms you. It feels wrong for you to get used to it.
“The girls are here.”
You hear Utahime before you see her. She runs toward you with a squeal, arms wrapped around you happily as she compliments you.
“Utahime-senpai pre-gamed a little too hard,” Shoko explains.
“Don’t call me that. And it was two beers!” Utahime whines. She holds your head a bit too tightly, though you don’t mind. “God, you look so pretty. I guess Gojo’s trust fund can be used for good, occasionally.”
You’re grateful for her hands in yours – it makes you feel less out of place. You had to remember how to breathe earlier, walking around the banquet hall with only Satoru to accompany you. Underneath his scrutiny, you felt small despite the elegance and ostentation of your attire. There were many eyes on you and you assumed it was because of the crystals of your dress. However, there was a part of you that assumed it was because you weren’t welcome. You were a new face. A stranger.
Another glass of champagne gets shoved into your hands – golden liquid that dissipates the creature inside you that continues to pry open your insecurities. When you follow Suguru and the girls to the dancefloor, your shoulders sag in relief.
“I didn’t know Y/N and Suguru-kun were a couple. They’re adorable.”
“What?”
“Did you introduce them, Satoru?” His mother awaits his response, sipping nonchalantly at a glass of wine as her eyes wander towards the sight of you and Suguru on the dancefloor.
“They aren’t dating,” Satoru mutters.
“Oh,” she hums. “Well, they look lovely together.”
They don’t.
Satoru wants to scream, maybe pull his hair out, but when he observes the way Suguru rests his gentle hands on your waist as he dances with you, he thinks that maybe his mother is right. He’s downed at least three glasses of sugary prosecco, hiccuping in conversation more than he means to. The two of you together are lovely. Alluring, even.
He’s too exhausted to mingle with more of his family. All of it is politics to him, anyway, which he doesn’t care for at all. As Satoru watches you dance with Suguru and the girls, something in his chest aches, something akin to jealousy. He would never say it out loud, always choosing to suffer in silence.
Your face brightens when Suguru whispers something into your ear. It used to be the way you looked at Satoru.
He stumbles up to the bar now, knocking back a shot of tequila. The taste of it is grotesque – he could never understand why his friends enjoyed liquor. Even the taste of sake, mild as it often was, made his nose crinkle in disgust. But he needed the boost if he was going to survive the night.
“Drowning your sorrows all by yourself, handsome?”
“Oh. Hey.” He nods a half-greeting to his date. Mei Mei smirks as she tips back Japanese whiskey, her dark lipstick still in place.
“Got a crush or something? You keep staring at that girl,” she muses. “I’m sure Geto-kun would share, no?”
Satoru feels provocation bubble up in his sternum as Mei Mei giggles at his plight. He knocks back another shot and resists the urge to vomit.
“She’s my best friend. Her mother– she works for us,” Satoru slurs.
“Cute. A Cinderella story.”
“Sure,” he mutters.
“What, Geto beat you for Prince Charming? Girls your age are easy, Gojo-kun,” Mei says.
“Not her.”
“If you wanted her all to yourself, you should’ve just said so.”
Satoru’s face tightens. He bottles up his frustration and the new realization that Mei Mei is completely right – his obligation to be her date didn’t mean much. Perhaps, it never did. He was already mildly wasted when he had talked to the more important members of the clan earlier – it wouldn’t have mattered if you or Mei Mei were wrapped around his finger for the duration of these talks.
He feels helpless now, watching all of you. Outside of himself. He twists the ring you gave him on his finger anxiously.
“Don’t be such a baby,” Mei snipes, pushing him lightly on the arm. “Your moping is depressing me. Go over there.”
For once, Satoru is grateful for Mei’s input. He had always been a bit selfish, but not to the extent that she was. She had always been unabashed about what she wanted, in a way that was blunter than Satoru, if that was possible. Then again, she only cared about money, anyway. But when it came to you, he wanted everything, but he couldn’t express that to you in a way that felt normal. He couldn’t tell anyone.
It had already made him nervous to claim you in such an unspoken fashion, knowing that his friends were catching on by the second. Suguru obviously had to be teasing him for the sake of it. Maybe that was why he decided to take you as a date at all—to spite Satoru. The thought makes his blood boil.
Satoru is glad for the after-party – the function of the ball was for networking and matters that he could give less than two shits about. The bonenkai that started an hour before midnight was always a gathering of the clan’s youth, along with whoever was in proximity to them.
He would drink half of his body weight in liquor by the time the clock struck twelve, maybe, honoring the tradition of forgetting the past year. He would be able to forget all the ways he’d caused you pain from his carelessness and his inability to communicate transparently. And then, maybe, he'll start the year anew with a kiss on your mouth. He could stake his claim on you officially, in front of everyone.
This is what he tells himself. Though, through blurred vision and slurred words, Shoko and Utahime are belligerent in their teasing of him.
“You’re going to get alcohol poisoning if you keep it up,” Suguru tells him with an air of concern.
“I’ll be fiiiiiiine,” Satoru groans, rolling his eyes. “Twigs! Come sit on my lap.”
You don’t protest, but you don’t sit on his lap, either. His heart beats erratically at your proximity, especially since you’ve changed into the white dress from the boutique that Shoko had picked out for you. It shows off a good amount of your skin. It makes him feel fucking feral.
“C’mere,” he pouts. “Acting like I have fucking cooties.”
“I’m not letting you throw up on me,” you joke. Your cheeks are flushed. Your hair is tousled to perfection, missing your hair sticks as you let your locks flow freely around your shoulders.
Satoru wants to touch you. Devour you.
Utahime makes a joke that has your laugh tumbling out of your mouth like a gift. Bursting with joy.
Satoru sighs, settling his head on your lap as he stretches out his limbs on the couch you’re sitting on. He expects you to protest, but you don’t. You welcome him with a hand through his hair as if he was still yours. As if you hadn’t been ignoring him for ten days straight.
Through the window, fireworks are already bursting through the night sky. Shoko and Utahime pull you off the couch for a shot, leaving Satoru to fend for himself.
“You good, dude?” Suguru asks him. He barely registers his friend’s presence until Suguru grasps him firmly on the shoulder.
“Fuck, ‘m so fucking drunk, Sugu,” Satoru slurs.
“What’s wrong with you tonight?” he chuckles. Satoru doesn’t answer – he’s too focused on trying to fix his blurred vision. Even the Six Eyes isn’t susceptible to the effects of excessive alcohol consumption.
You, on the other hand, are drunk by the influence of your peers, senses on fire in the best way possible. It greatly contrasts the last time you had gotten this drunk, blacking out at Shoko’s birthday party. At the moment, your heart is full and your head is light.
Utahime’s arm hangs over your shoulder as Shoko grabs your attention, prompting you to pay attention to the countdown into the next year. You blink wildly as you stumble to your feet. It hadn’t even occurred to you that it was this close to midnight – you were mingling with everyone at the ball just an hour prior, hadn’t you?
“Five, four, three, two, one… Happy New Year!”
You giggle drunkenly. The arm wrapped around your waist feels like home, and when a hand turns your face just slightly, your eyes close on the feeling of ardent passion.
Your mouth is met with another’s, lips soft and tasting of the same champagne you had drowned yourself in for the night. When you open your eyes, you’re met with amber-brown ones – fox-like, full of ardor as they gaze into you. Your hand caresses porcelain skin in adoration.
You blink once. Suguru kisses you again. His hand is clutched in your hair, body slotting with yours in a way that lets you feel his palpable desire. The rapid beat of your heart. The feeling of his lips on yours is new, unprecedented. A blooming fruit ripened to the perfect sweetness. You moan at the feeling of his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip. He’s insatiable – he’s holding you so close that you think you might just melt into him.
When you break apart, you exhale sharply, touching your fingertips to your mouth as if to remind yourself of reality. You take a step back in surprise. Eyes blown out of lust and astonishment.
“Happy New Year, darling.”
It’s whiplash to your senses. You’re yanked by a set of warm hands.
When you look up, it’s Satoru who’s urging you towards the hallway, an elevator awaiting you. Suguru follows behind with his hands in his pockets, his expression full of mirth.
“Satoru, what are you–”
“Shhh,” he interjects, capturing your jaw in his hand easily as he kisses you. He can taste Suguru on you – champagne and mint and the hint of smoke. It makes him moan into your mouth.
“Don’t get too worked up, Satoru,” Suguru murmurs.
“Shut up. You’ve been hogging her.”
“Ha, now that’s hypocritical.”
Your lips twitch as Satoru tugs you once more like a ragdoll. It takes you a bit of swatting to convince him that you can walk on your own.
“Satoru, what the fuck–”
“Relax, my uncles own the hotel. I already booked a room–”
“Presumptuous of you,” you retort. You look at the two boys, dizzied. Still processing what the fuck is going on, though there isn’t time when Satoru is pushing you into the elevator. Suguru maintains his distance in a way that’s almost teasing.
“You weren’t invited,” Satoru mumbles, sticking his tongue out at him. His companion only laughs darkly.
“You don’t have the balls to kick me out, though, do you?”
The elevator doors open. Satoru sighs dramatically as he takes your hand and leads you down the hall. Your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you enter the room – a large suite with two queen-sized beds. It’s luxurious, for sure, in a way that looks unreal. Fireworks are still bursting outside in your periphery from the balcony. There’s a fucking balcony.
You gasp when Satoru pushes you onto the bed forcefully, his arms caging you in. When you look at Suguru, he only smirks.
“Satoru–”
“Be gentle with her,” Suguru chuckles.
“Can’t believe you stole my fucking New Year’s kiss,” Satoru slurs. “Fucking prick.”
“You snooze, you lose,” Suguru drawls, bored as he sits on an armchair beside the bed. “Order another bottle of champagne for us, rich boy.”
“Whatever. After I fuck her.”
“Satoru!” you hiss, shoving him away. You look at the two of them in bewilderment. Suguru is unperturbed, merely looking at you with curiosity. Satoru is, of course, pouting. The moment of reprieve allows you to take a moment for yourself. It also lets you realize how truly drunk the two of them are. As your head swims, you realize you aren’t any better.
“Baby, I don’t even really want him here,” Satoru complains, rubbing his hand on your thigh. “Kick him out.”
Suguru looks at you expectantly, his grin sugary-sweet. Your bottom lip throbs at the memory of his tongue in your mouth regardless of how brief it was.
“Who said I wanted to fuck you tonight?” you frown at Satoru, who looks like he’s about to cry from your statement alone.
“It’s been two fucking weeks,” he mutters into your neck. “Can’t take it anymore.”
“What a baby,” Suguru comments. “Maybe you should toss him a bone, princess. Then maybe he’ll stop whining.”
You’re flustered beyond repair, warm in your body despite how little of it your dress covers. It doesn’t help that Satoru roams his palms over your skin, making you flush from the heat of his touch. It also doesn’t help that Suguru’s eyes on you alone make you feel like you might spontaneously combust.
Satoru has always been expressive, but you’ve never seen him so… emotional. It’s odd, the way he looks at you. Like you have him in the palm of your hand and not vice versa. As if you were the one who dragged him into this hotel room alone.
Maybe it’s the devil on your shoulder speaking to you in your head or the massive amounts of champagne in your system from the ball, but something makes you rise from the bed, leaving Satoru limp and pliant. You lean over him as you stand, pushing his hair back to feel the warmth of his forehead.
“Drink some water,” you coo to Satoru, stroking his cheek gently. Your voice is so sweet. It makes his cock throb underneath his slacks. “You need it, baby.”
Satoru curls into himself as his body settles onto the bed, eyes stuck on you. Staring at you with helpless baby blues, which widen as you sit on Suguru’s lap. He groans a bit in annoyance, rolling his eyes when he rises to take a water bottle from the mini fridge and downs a third of it in one gulp.
“Come here, please.”
“No,” you laugh. “Rest for me.”
“Okay,” he mumbles, obedient. Desperate. He looks pathetic, like a sad dog. “But I want you to sit in my lap.”
“You have to earn it then.”
As if on cue, Suguru snakes a hand to your abdomen, holding you gently. You adjust in his lap, absentmindedly grinding into his thigh. Satoru groans at the sight of it. He feels fucking insane – his drunkenness makes him feel like he’s losing his fucking mind. He hasn’t fucked you in two weeks, and now you were grinding on the thigh of his best friend right in front of him.
Suguru is gentle as he strokes your bare thigh, but it makes your core pool with desire nonetheless. You’re sure he can feel it, which would make you flush with embarrassment if you were sober. Feeling the hitch in his breath behind you only fills your chest full of lust.
You turn your head so that you’re nose to nose with him. His lips are centimeters from yours, though you only drink up his low exhales. His mouth glistens, you notice – the remnants of your lip gloss stuck on his mouth.
Satoru whines in front of the two of you like an animal that’s been kicked. You’re both good at ignoring him. It awakens something dark inside you. Something hungry and heinous.
You’re too drunk to initiate anything, you realize – you’re perfectly content with being used. It’s degrading, maybe, but you trust them. Both of them.
You turn your head, curling yourself into Suguru’s grasp so he can kiss you fully. You moan as he prods his tongue into your mouth, tasting the remnants of champagne on your teeth. His hand rubs on the inside of your thigh, hiking up your dress until it’s pooled around your waist.
“Don’t fuck her with your cock,” Satoru growls. “I wanted to be the one to do that. If you fuck her in that dress before I do, I’ll actually kill you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Suguru sneers.
Suguru knows better. He wouldn’t fuck you so quickly while you’re this inebriated regardless of how much you could beg for him. For now, he circles his fingers on the skin of your thigh until you move his hand higher. When his fingertips graze your wetness, you moan.
You can barely move with the way Suguru holds you, his arm around your waist iron-tight. It excites you. Satoru had always been rough with you, but he had also been your first. The feeling of someone else wanting you so much has you dazed, head staggering each time Suguru touches you in a place that feels new.
You aren’t sure if you enjoy being watched or if you enjoy watching Satoru squirm. Either way, you decide to make a show out of it – your voice moaning louder than usual when Suguru slides a finger under the fabric of your panties. Circling the core of your leaking pussy.
“Sugu,” you whine, desperate.
“I know, baby,” he coos. “Be patient.”
Satoru groans. You almost laugh when you see him palming his cock over his pants.
“So fucking adorable,” Suguru muses, his fingertip rubbing on your clit, now. “So pretty. Can’t believe Satoru’s been hiding you from me for so long.”
“Fuck off,” Satoru rasps, his drool spilling onto the bed. “She’s fucking mine.”
“Ours, now.”
Suguru grins widely, pressing into the swollen nub of your clit more intensely while his other hand prods at your hole. You gasp when you feel a finger move past your slick, gliding in between your walls as they tighten.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he chuckles. Satoru groans again at the sight of your glistening cunt, his rasp something in between pleasure and anguish. “He’d look good tied up, don’t you think?”
You nod, breathless. Eyes half-lidded. Drunk on him, drunk on yourself.
“Go ahead,” Suguru encourages, freeing his hand to take off the tie around his neck. “Know you wanna.”
You exhale deeply when he lets go of you gently. It terrifies you – the notion that you enjoy being held down. Trapped under a man’s grasp. Suguru still has a hold of you, has his hand circling your clit before he stops and nudges you toward the bed. Your knees feel weak as you crawl to Satoru with Suguru holding you from behind. He massages your shoulder gently.
You crawl on the bed, pinning him down. Satoru lets you tie his wrists together without complaint, his eyes blown out. He’s too clumsy to kiss you properly, missing your cheek by a hair.
When Suguru pulls you back onto his lap, he’s seated back on the chair, now pulled closer to the bed. Your cunt, bare and wet and exposed, makes Satoru’s mouth water. His face is just inches away.
“So fucking tight, baby,” Suguru taunts as he pushes his index finger inside your cunt. “Has he really fucked you so much or am I the first?”
“Suguru,” Satoru warns.
“Sheesh, we should’ve put a muzzle on him, huh?”
Suguru presses down on your clit and then presses two fingers into your wet cunt, making you moan. With his other hand, he discards you of your lace panties and shoves them in Satoru’s mouth.
“Sugu– more–” you whine. Satoru groans at the same time as you, his white lashes blinking quickly in succession as he watches you writhe under Suguru’s grip.
Suguru adds another finger and it’s enough to make you cry out. You feel so fucking full. You shake lightly in his grasp, moaning sweet nothings until he kisses them up, his tongue laving over your wine-stained bottom lip.
He thrusts his fingers into you in a steady rhythm that makes your legs shake. When he curls his fingers inside of you, you cry out at the feeling of his fingertips stimulating your G-spot. You’re stunned at how quickly he finds it – it’s as if he’s fucked you before. His thumb circles your clit at the same time, making you melt into him, catching his mouth in a kiss as he works you through your release.
Your head is clouded. Underneath his hands, your plasticity has no bounds, able to bend and twist the way your boys want you to. But Suguru simply holds you as you come down, adoring the way your eyes flicker.
Your attention is stolen by the sound of Satoru’s moan. When you look at him, he’s helpless, which is a first. He’s squirming on the hotel bed, eyes dark and desperate on you.
Suguru soothes his fingers over the skin of your thigh soothingly. His teeth nip the skin of your jaw in a way that makes Satoru’s face darken. Even after your orgasm, you grind over Suguru, desperate to get him as excited as you. You nearly cry out at the feeling of his hard cock underneath you.
“You cum in your pants or what, Satoru?” Suguru taunts after exhaling deeply, catching your breath in a slow kiss.
“Shut the fuck up.”
Satoru unties himself, easily. You’re still drunk, confused as you watch him, wondering if he had just figured out a way to untie himself on his own or if he had always known, waiting until you finished. You never understood his games. At the moment, you’re much too far gone to care.
You’re pleasantly surprised when your body is thrown onto the bed. Satoru has you pinned to it with his hands on your hips. It’s all a hurried blur, but the taste of him on your lips is familiar. It makes you soften to his touch as he pries your legs open.
You barely have time to react when his tongue circles your clit, then penetrates your cunt. It’s sloppier than what you’re used to from Satoru, but you don’t blame him. He watches you for your reactions, his eyes wide with desire-fueled mania, pupils taking up the ocean of his irises. Wide enough to make you feel shy under his gaze.
“Tastes so fucking good,” Satoru mumbles, exhaling into your cunt. You roll your eyes back at the feeling of his mouth on you. When you turn your head, you see Suguru palming his cock.
“So pretty for us, princess,” he smirks.
Satoru pauses, if only to have his hands crawl up the length of your body to pinch your nipples. You shiver at the feeling of his hands on you, roaming your soft skin. You feel vulnerable like it’s your first time all over again.
“S-Satoru– oh, fuck–”
He hums, pleased. He keeps his mouth on your cunt, lapping up your slick rigorously as his free hand stimulates your swollen clit. You hear a low gasp that doesn’t come from Satoru.
You can barely grasp language when you cum – shaking underneath Satoru’s hold on you and whining his name in the aftermath. He grins when he hears it, rises to his feet just so he can kiss your exposed collarbone and the expanse of your bare breasts.
He kisses you then, reveling in the whine that emits from your mouth when he licks into you. Your hand curls into the back of his neck, caressing the softness of the white hair on his nape as he kisses you. He’s rutting into the mattress out of desperation.
Satoru only stops when Suguru holds him back, literally, with a pull to his white dress shirt.
“Greedy whore,” Suguru scoffs. “Blow me later.”
“No,” Satoru replies, rolling his eyes. When he turns back to you, his demeanor is sugary-sweet, looking at you with adoration. He’s breathless as he stares at you as if he’s committing the image of your nude body to memory. “You okay, baby? Want me to fuck you?”
“Not now,” you breathe. You must look like a mess in front of them. You’re sweating through the lace of your dress, which is currently bunched up to your hips. It hadn’t even occurred to you that you were bare everywhere else. “Sleepy.”
“Oh, poor baby,” Suguru purrs. “Satoru, help me get her to the bathroom.”
The boys manage to strip you of your dress and convince you to wash your face, which you do half-heartedly until Satoru takes matters into his own hands.
“I don’t know if this is the moisturizer you like, but it has, uh, ceramides?”
You’re barely listening as you sit on the toilet, stretching your legs. Satoru plays scientist, fumbling over a toiletry bag that he’d usually kept for you underneath his bathroom sink.
He massages your face underneath his fingertips. The sight of your fresh face makes his heart beat erratically. For a moment, he wishes Suguru would leave or fall asleep just so he can keep this version of you for himself. The version he knows best. The one’s he’s committed to memory.
“Ready for bed, sweetheart?” Suguru asks.
The sound of both of their voices is lost to you, fading into the background of your mind as you fall into the bed. You feel comfort in being naked until the boys dress you in your discarded underwear and someone’s oversized dress shirt. The action is a blur to your senses, because the moment they release you, you hit the pillow with heavy eyes closed.
“Love you. Love you so much.”
You don’t recall who says it back. It won’t matter to you when the morning comes, you suppose.
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