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pseudowho · 15 days

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Deliverance

Hunting down a monster, you are led to an isolated little town...and into the arms of its enigmatic priest, who harbours a dark secret.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Vampire!Priest!Nanami, monsterfucking, winged vampire, soft!Dom/pleasure!Dom Nanami, loss of faith/disillusionment, enemies to lovers/forbidden lovers, haematophilia, corruption kink

Very much inspired by Mike Flanagan's exceptional "Midnight Mass" which I highly recommend.

Soundtrack: "Take Me To Church" by Hozier, and "All Around Me" by Flyleaf

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The bridge to the mainland lived most of its saltcured life underwater. It rose, skeletal against the fog, as if the wreck of a ship from some bygone era, only twice a day, at low tide.

You were, by now, well-established into this friendly little town; a much-needed teacher to its handful of muddy-toed children. They did now know of your armory, your deadly weaponry. They did not know of your vow to hunt down the monsters that stalked the night.

And, they did not know how you suspected that the beast responsible for the deaths of at least 20 men on the mainland, may be one of their very own. 20 murders all occurring at low-tide, and only low-tide, could not be a coincidence.

They were all scum, you mused to yourself, all rapists, paedophiles and murderers...so perhaps it does have some sort of moral code. It must be here, you reasoned, fingers tapping the woody shelves of your little school cupboard in thought.

Your hunt was hampered by the timekeeping of this sleepy fishing town; often up before sunrise to take to the sea, and back before the sun broke above the horizon, it was not unusual for its residents to sleep during the day, and rise in time for the sunset. Its little church even held an evening mass, attended by plentiful nocturnal residents, after dinner.

"Hello?" A rich baritone, which was beginning to feel so intimately familiar to you, stirred an illicit want in your belly. He called your name. You could not help but run to him.

"--sorry, I'm-- I'm here! In the cupboard!" You called out, breathless in...what? Your rush to get to him? Anticipation? Something...more?

You flurried round the corner, all eager smiles, flyaway hairs and dimples. Your eyes melted so softly upon each others' forms, both sighing with relief. Neither of you knew how the other stirred within.

"Ke--...Father Nanami. What a lovely surprise. You're not usually up so early."

Nanami Kento cut an imposing figure in his cassock and white collar. He was a big man, with mountainous shoulders, and long, broad hands. You remembered the heat that pooled in your belly, the first time he had rolled up his sleeves to help you to move supplies into the schoolhouse, his forearms so alluringly thick and corded. His size belied an easy grace, and the elegant quick-step of a busy, intelligent man.

"I found myself unable to sleep," Kento admitted, his head bowed and hands clasped as he stepped to you. He seemed paler than usual, as he continued, "I was thinking abo--...just, thinking." He finished weakly. His eyes drew so fleetingly to your fast little pulse, thrumming from your throat, down your cleavage. His mouth dried, a double-edged hunger climbing down his abdomen.

"...thinking?" You offered, slowly closing the distance between you. You ached to remove it completely, your respect for his holy vows the only thing that contained you. Kento cleared his throat, running one strong finger between his neck, and corseting black and white collar.

"...wondering. If you would be attending mass. Tonight. I have miss--...you have missed the past week, I believe."

Ah. Yes. There was rarely another time when the homes of the local residents were empty enough to allow for investigation. You had only a few more to ransack, to find your monster, and you could feel yourself closing in on it. You felt a heavy rock of regret in your belly, and you clasped one of Kento's cool, pale hands in your own. His cock twitched, to feel the burn of your flesh against his, in ways so much less intimate than what he had imagined, alone at night.

"I'm so sorry...not tonight," you frowned, and you hurried to reassure Kento as he visibly deflated, "But tomorrow, I promise you. I'll come. Truly." Kento's face, so angular and strong, softened down at you with the hint of a smile.

His hand raised up for a moment, hesitating, before cupping your cheek. You felt your heart skip a beat, the tips of his little and ring fingers ghosting over your pulse point, while his thumb swiped beneath your eye.

"...chalk," Kento whispered, seeing your pupils dilate under his inherent, dangerous magnetism. He wished nothing more than to lean down and taste you, clutched against him and whimpering in the schoolhouse. You heard thunder rumble in the distance, and smelled the petrichor of an oncoming storm.

"...I can't wait," Kento whispered, stepping back from you, with just one backwards glance before sweeping out under the wind and blotting clouds.

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Your hunt had amounted to nothing. Either, your monster was meticulously careful, or your suspicions were incorrect, and it did not reside on this island. There was just one more place you had not explored, and you resigned yourself that you may be heading home sooner than you thought.

And yet, you felt a rope behind your navel, a red string around your finger, holding you here. You decided to complete your final investigation at the home of the priest, who had become the lifeblood that ran inside you, at midnight. He generally stayed late at the church, completing administration. You would be undisturbed.

Armed, rogue-like, you blended with moonlit shadows until you reached the windows outside his bedroom. You peeked through the gaps in the wooden blinds, and were met with an image of Kento, erotic and resplendent, that seared itself into your brain for the rest of your days.

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Kento didn't need sleep, ever since his God had forsaken him. Yet still, he craved that sweet embrace, to take him away from the twisted torture of what he had become. His resolve to die this way, as some fallen angel, had been unexpectedly fractured by the will to live-- fractured by you.

Kento switched the shower off, the last droplets of water running down his back. His cassock and collar were discarded, all woven lies against the skin of a faithless hypocrite. Kento wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, stepped past the empty mirror, and out into his bedroom.

His gut churned to see his empty bed. It had been weeks since he had fed. Years since he had taken a woman for the last time, before taking his vows. Weeks, since you had begun to consume him, mind, body and soul.

Kento had been losing his faith before the change. He had grown further from God, as countless monsters died beneath his teeth. But it was thoughts of you, spread, penetrated and whimpering beneath him, that took Kento beyond redemption.

Kento shuddered at the aching greed within. He lay back on his bed, hair still damp and floppy, but desperate for sleep to grip him and pull him under. His cock, rapidly thickening and tenting beneath the towel, made him curse, one broad arm flung over his eyes, while the other tried to squeeze himself into submission.

Kento squirmed with guilt, his semi-erect cock gripped in his palm. He thought of you, your fingers dipping into your needy wet cunt, the vibrator on your clit doing nothing to relieve the ache in your soul. He thought of the way you had squirmed and begged, to your god, and to him, to be granted your release. He thought of the way you had sobbed as you came, curled round yourself, your fingers desperately trying to reach the sweet spot that would make your orgasm climb all the way into your belly.

He didn't need to imagine it, Kento thought blithely, his thumb now stroking slick pre-cum under his foreskin, and over the sweet swollen head of his cock. He didn't need to imagine it, because he had seen you, through the gap in your curtains in the dead of night. Watching you, a pale angel in the rain, hunting for the forgiveness of a body he couldn't allow himself to sully.

Kento's hand had begun to masturbate himself instinctually, to the thought of you crying out for him. For him, and he could do nothing but pretend he hadn't seen you fall apart, to the dream of him inside you.

Kento groaned, low and rumbling, his hand gripping tightly around his throbbing, heavy length, longer than his thick fist could cover. Dripping with pre-cum, Kento began to fuck into his own fist to lubricate himself. He moaned in time to the memory of you, writhing and mewling against your pillow.

Kento's other arm reached round above his head, and he sunk his sharp teeth into his pillow, licking at it, imitating how he would flick his tongue against your pert little clit with a ragged moan. He pictured you above him, riding his mouth and nose as the length of his cock fucked down your throat to the tune of sweet wet gags. Kento whispered filth into the dead of night, trying to rut himself to orgasm.

"--take it-- good girl...cum down your throat-- cum in my mouth...shit...fuck you through it soon, angel-- promise, I promise--...ahhhh, shit, SHIT--"

Kento cursed, spitting venom, his balls heavy and sore, his own hand so woefully inadequate. His canines had lengthened, his mouth twisted into a teeth-baring snarl, and he gripped his cock harder. Trailing his other fingers to his mouth, sucking on his fingertips with a shiver, Kento pierced them until he could taste the hot rush of blood, imagining it was you quenching his thirst--

At the window, completely unnoticed, you gripped the windowpane, weak-kneed. Your other hand clapped over your mouth. Kento lay naked on his bed, sprawled and ethereal under strips of moonlight, masturbating with gasps and groans that you only wished you could hear.

Those hands, that you had spent night after night, wishing were inside you. That cock, thicker and longer than you had pictured...and oh. The way he rutted into his fist with such devastating ferocity, left you jealous of his hand. Your mouth watered.

What would he do, if you knocked right now? If you offered yourself to him, spread bare and pleading? Would he forsake his vows for you? Would he turn his back to God, as he stroked his cockhead to orgasm between your wet folds, singing your praises, and spattering hot, thick cum over your clit--

You were drawn back out of your head as Kento convulsed, his anguished, sloppy moan breaking through the windows, shooting through you like a knife. You gasped, delighted by Kento's twitching pleasure.

Kento hit his orgasm with the turmoiled strength of a stormfront, breaking. His final image was of you, cradling his sore cock between your legs, humping him inside you while you whispered to him and he whined into your hair and got lost in the smell of you, god, the smell of you, he could smell you now--

Kento spasmed, crying out as cum spurted in heavy stripes up his abdomen, his orgasm threaded with a tinge of horror-- fuck, he could smell you, you were here nearby, he knew the smell of that skin and that blood and that cunt--

Kento sat up with a jolt and a snarl, still gasping, the power of the hunt crashing through him. His teeth bared, animalistic, he wrenched his window up, sticking his head out into the night.

The smell of you, quickly fading, was being carried away by the wind. And Nanami Kento was losing his mind.

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You could barely compose yourself, walking into Church the next evening. The night had crept in fast; another storm churning over the water, was pulling the moon in with it. You felt overburdened with...guilt? Desire? You could not hide it, you were sure.

You could not hide it, as Kento's rich voice embraced the pews. You could not hide it, as your voice trembled its way through hymns. Kento's stern, impassive face remained unreadable, as you took communion from him. You met each others' eyes, both thinking about the same thing; his finger grazed your tongue, and gazed upon your sweet face, open-mouthed and doe-eyed, kneeling before him.

And despite all this, it was each others' company you craved more than anything more carnal. You found excuses to stay, in the church, loitering as Kento bid the crowds a warm goodbye. As the last person left, finally alone, you turned to each other. You both held your breath.

After a few moments, yours released in a twinkling laugh, and a blush, that had Kento's chest clenching in possessive adoration.

"I...have neglected you, father," you offered, brushing your hair behind your ear. Kento huffed, at first, pinching the bridge of his nose, before laughing. A genuine laugh. Deep, velvety, and rich. You were putty in his hands, and he didn't even know.

"Alas...it is the life of the clergy. Our own needs, go...unmet." Kento grimaced, a forced half-smile. His hands clasped over his lap.

You felt the tinge of bitterness at the edge of his words. You swallowed, thickly. Your fate balanced on the edge of a knife.

"Not...not all of them, surely? You could...you could join me for dinner?" You couldn't miss how Kento's eyebrows raised fractionally, his pupils dilating. Kento felt a dangerous hunger.

"I...I'm not sure-- I shouldn't--"

"Of course, you're completely right--" you flapped, taking a step back, and Kento's hunger gripped you back with jealous need.

"...I shouldn't be long here. An hour, maybe? If...if you'll allow it." Kento could feel himself twist under the need to possess you, one way or another. Judging by the smell of you, you would be wet, supple under his lips.

"Perfect," you blurted, standing up on your tiptoes for one happy moment, "perfect. I'll cook. We can...we can talk. I can't wait."

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A brisk knock. You hurried to the door, biting your lip, briefly abandoning dinner on the stove.

"Father," you cried, damning yourself for sounding so excited, "you're here...I'm glad. I was afraid you wouldn't...anyway..."

You hurried back to the stove, leaving the door open. After a moment, you looked up, seeing Kento leaning against the doorframe, looking at with with something...unreadable, in his eyes. He simply stood, drinking you in as you cooked.

"...Father? What are you waiting out there for? Come in." Blinking, chuckling to himself, Kento stepped over the threshold, closing the door behind him and gently placing a bottle of wine on the table.

"Please. Call me Kento. It seems...silly, if we're having dinner, and a night together." You felt heat blossom through you, at the accidental double-meaning behind Kento's words.

Dinner together was soft, intimate, the food and wine smoothing over an already glossy conversation. You were made malleable by the wine. You were intoxicated by him. Kento looked into you with such knowledge of you, that you were laid bare beneath his gaze.

Sat facing each other on the sofa, Kento had abandoned his white collar, the buttons of his cassock and white shirt undone to his chest. He rolled wine around his glass, his head leaning on one hand, smiling as you talked. The wine made you stupid, and you blurted out;

"Why? Why...did you join the church, Kento?" It was, in part, rhetorical. A cry of despair against the crime of Kento being made untouchable. His answer surprised you, and you found yourself shuffling closer as he talked.

"I ask myself that same question every day. Ever since..." Kento bit his tongue, thinking of the night he was turned, on a missionary trip abroad. Thinking about the day you walked into his parish, setting him aflame with unquenchable burning thirst. Kento cleared his throat, swirling his wine. He felt his primal magnetism drawing you to him like a moth to the flame, and he could not stop himself.

"...I have become...disillusioned, with the church. I am...torn," Kento admitted. Your knees were touching his now, and you leaned towards him with lovesick eyes. Kento felt the thrill of the hunt, feeling the sting of his teeth lengthening. His cock twitched as your breath passed over his cheek.

"...torn?" You felt a quiver of fear now, in the way Kento's eyes darkened, his hand slipping over to grip behind your knee, pulling him into his lap. He set aside his glass. It should have rung alarm bells. You were so drunk, but you had only had one glass of wine. Kento smelled so intoxicating. You were warm, floppy as he pulled you to straddle his lap, cupping your face with both hands.

"...torn," he whispered, his nose brushing yours. Kento's hunger overtook his panic for you, a victim to himself. Kento whispered against your lips, watching your eyes flutter closed, your head heavy and lilting to the side, exposing the pretty thrum of your throat to him.

"...torn," he continued, gliding his tongue up the pulse in your neck, feeling his cock jump against your clothed pussy, "...all because of you...if God has forsaken me, I hope he never wants me back. If only you would let me worship you, instead."

Kento's lips hovered over yours, barely quelling his urgent need to feed on you, until you whimpered his name. Kento snapped, and pulled you in by the back of the neck, crashing his lips to yours with the ragged groan of a starving man.

Your head swam with Kento, clutching his open collar and falling against him, allowing him to devour your mouth with bliss. You murmured against his lips, sloppy and licking, tasting the sweet allure of him, and his grip on the back of your neck grew crushing, his weight now bearing over you to press you back into the sofa, a sharp sting on your lip--

"Ow! I...ugh, sorry...I'm bleeding--"

As you moved to sit up, shocked back out of your reverie, Kento had pushed himself back to the other side of your sofa. One hand had clasped over his mouth. He trembled, and shook, white-knuckles clasping the sofa. You heard a sharp gasp, as if Kento was in pain.

With blood on your lip, you reached for him-- and stopped. Your eyes fixed on the switched-off television opposite you both. You stood, slowly, moving towards the hallway, and your bag, trying to control your terrified little heart.

"I'll just...get a cloth, for my li--"

As you pulled a blade from your bag, standing up to spin around, you were thrown back to the wall, your head cushioned by Kento's hand. You cried out, feeling him bracket you against the wall, his cassock now abandoned, his form seeming to grow and swell before you. Kento's face pressed to your neck, and you felt the hot throb of his growing cock against your belly.

You stood this way, both panting into each other, your knife pressed over Kento's heart, and his teeth pressed to your throat. Your heart broke, fragile beneath Kento's twisting form, and hungry mouth. You hiccuped, your hand and resolve faltering.

"...I never wanted...I wish it wasn't...why did it have to be you?" You sobbed, your arm starting to lower. Kento growled against you, already two feet taller, his enormous chest trapping you in against the wall. You felt the lights blotting out around you, as vast, black, velvety wings unfurled from Kento's back.

"...always...you always knew...just couldn't accept--" Kento gasped, his tongue darting out against your neck, ridged and trembling. His chest burst with pain to feel you sob beneath him.

"I can't do it," you cried, your knife hand lowering again, "just take what you want, because I can't-- I love you-- I'm not strong enough." Kento's teeth gritted, his face crumpling against the soft copper scent of your skin. His enormous hand gripped yours, raising the knife to press to his chest. You gasped and cried out, resisting his pull; a bead of blood sprung up around the tip, pressed to Kento's chest.

"From the moment you arrived," Kento growled, his teeth pressing gently over your pulse point, starving and needy, "...my life...everything I am, has been yours to take. I would know you, blind and deaf...and I would be honoured, for you to take my life as penance for my sins."

You gritted your teeth, completely releasing your grip on the blade. It clattered to the floor. You reached up to trail hands up Kento's enormous, powerful shoulders. Your fingertips grazed the soft base of his wings, and Kento shivered, shuddering into you. He felt a dribble of pre-cum soak his stretched, ripping boxers.

"Then I condemn you to live, Kento," you whispered, pulling his face up to yours. His pupils were dilated, bursting with lust, inky black in pools of crimson, "...and take me. However you want me."

Kento snarled at you again, pressing himself to you, pinning your arms above your head with one thick hand; "You have no idea what you're asking for," he hissed, "I will eat you alive." He felt you tremble, seeing the golden resolve in your eyes. You leaned forwards to his mouth, begging.

"Then eat me...or fuck me, like you fucked your hand to me."

Kento cursed, snapping, lifting you against him. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling Kento reach down to shred the clothes off himself, completely absorbed by the need to possess you, to love you.

Flung backwards onto the bed, you gasped at Kento's monstrous form. Eight feet tall, broad and exquisite, his great black wings folded and unfolded against his back. His aching cock dripped with pre-cum, so much bigger than when you had seen him cum into his own hand. His face, still undeniably Kento, stared into you, owning you. Heat pooled between your legs, as he grasped his cock in one great hand, groaning and shuddering.

You crept forwards, still drunk on him, and his nephilim glory. Kento's hand stuttered around his cock as you licked the tip.

"--fuck-- too big for you-- you can't--" Kento uttered a strangled moan, to feel your hot little mouth engulf his cockhead, your lips stretched wide, gulping him to the back of your throat, all hot little licks and sucks. Every fibre of his being needed to buck forwards into your mouth, and you felt two great hands tangle in your hair.

When your hands joined your mouth, stroking down his aching length, masturbating the parts of his cock your mouth could not reach, Kento rutted involuntarily. Moaning, begging and whining your name, his voice ran deep and ragged around his sharp canines.

"--darling, I-- shit I-- so good...so good for me...taking me s--so well, haaaaah...not-- can't last-- like this--"

You hummed around his cock, swallowing down a trickle of salty pre-cum, feeling the gentle pressure of his fingertips against your head. So aware of his size and strength, Kento handled you like a china doll, with the utmost love and affection. Kento moaned with abandon, his head thrown back, his great wings furling and unfurling with divine pleasure.

Swallowing around Kento's thick tip at the back of your throat, you felt his cock leaping in warning. Kento tried half-heartedly to pull you off him, whimpering and moaning with fractured cries of your name;

"--can't swallow-- s'too much-- ohhh fuck, my love-- c-cumming, I'm cumming-- fffuuuck yes, swallow-- all of it--"

You squeaked as his cock jolted and twitched in your mouth, Kento's balls clenched tight as he hunched around your mouth, pressing your head to him. Your mouth and throat flooded with Kento's bitter seed, cooler than that of a normal man, and you swallowed him down with pride. Kento's groans and breaths ran ragged, as you licked him clean.

Kento panted, glossy-eyed as he came down from his high, his cock still half-hard against his thigh. Crowding your body against the bed with his, his fingertips grazed the dress you wore, before ripping it from you with a bared-teeth growl. You felt your bra snapped in the middle, as if it were paper. Your breasts heaved, nipples peaked under Kento's ravenous attention.

Poking his tongue out to tease it over one hard nipple, you felt your clit throb to feel the otherworldly ridges and grooves running along his tongue's sides and tip. Whining as he sucked your pebbled nipple into his mouth, you shuddered to feel Kento's sharp teeth graze your sensitive peak. He savoured you, lathering your nipple against his tongue, until you felt you could cum from that alone.

His other hand rose to engulf your second breast, your nipple rolled so tenderly between two great fingers. You felt a trickle of arousal soak your underwear. Kento could smell it, and pressed his hand to your lower belly, feeling vaguely for the telltale swell of ovulation.

"...made a mistake, angel...letting me take you like this-- nothing of you left, by the time I'm done with you--mine-- all mine-- fuck--"

Trailing kisses down your belly, sniffing you and eager to fill you with his smell, his body thrummed for you. Kento threw your legs over his shoulders, ripping the sides of your underwear and tossing the scraps aside.

His eyes fixed on your pussy, slick and clenching. Kento shuddered, feeling his cock beginning to bound to life again. It flopped, heavy and twitching against his thigh, filling again in preparation to fill you. Kento felt a vague desire to ensnare you, trapping you inside his drunken intoxication, to fill you, and fill you, and fill you, until your belly swelled, oozing his thick, white seed.

"...Kento...please..." Your sweet begging pulled Kento out of himself. Despite his monstrous form, his face softened, his eyes fixed to yours as his tongue, long and ridged, stretched out of his mouth. You saw stars as it lathed insistently from side to side, spreading your folds, stroking back and forth over your aching, pearly clit.

Kento mumbled into your pussy, tasting you, his long tongue fucking into your cunt while his nose nuzzled your clit. Mewling, your hands flew down to sink into Kento's hair, and you felt your hands grasped and pinned against your belly. Kento knew, with a faint pang, that if your fingernails scratched against his sensitive scalp, he would surely spill his seed all over your floor.

Kento draped his other forearm over your belly and hips, pinning you down as you twisted beneath his attention. He lapped, sucked, and nipped at you with the softest bites to your clit, his tongue fucking in and out of you with inhuman dexterity.

You bucked your hips down the bed, eager to feel his tongue sink into your deepest parts, and Kento obliged with a wet moan. You felt his tongue lathe against your spongy spot, pinned down as he devoured you.

"--just there...harder please, please-- god I need your cock in me, please-- fuck me please-- please--"

You begged and pleaded your way to orgasm, your arousal seeping out around Kento's tongue as you came with a jolt and a cry, your thighs clamping around Kento's head, feet tickling against his sensitive wings. Kento continued to fuck his tongue in and out of you, lathering you with his spit, tasting your arousal, desperate to taste more of you.

You reached down, trying to pull Kento up your body. He almost laughed at your casual management of a true to life vampire, about to fuck you into the mattress. Kento allowed it, settling above you, his pupils narrowing at the insistent beat of your throat. Suddenly, and with a strangled growl, Kento knocked your head aside, his teeth grazing at your throat, and his monstrous cock throbbing at your entrance.

You trembled beneath him, heaving and gasping from your high. All of your resolve left you, beneath his tongue, and you uttered words you knew to be true;

"...I trust you, Kento."

Kento pressed into you, with teeth and cock and a husky moan. You felt a sharp pierce at your neck, his teeth just deep enough to feel the hot splash of your blood against his tongue. Kento almost finished then and there, his seed threatening to spatter into your folds and entrance, instead of in your belly, as he had promised himself. Kento drank you, his mouth clamped around your neck, one great hand cupping your head to the side while the other gripped your hip.

With a squeak and a protracted, broken moan of his name, you felt Kento's cock stretch through your wet velvety walls. You squirmed, trying to climb up the bed, feeling Kento growl around your throat and yank you back down.

Kento was enormous, by far the biggest cock you had ever taken, splitting you with a dull sting. Your fluttering hole soothed as Kento began to rut his length into you. His red, leaking tip bullied your cervix, bumping it up against your womb, with inches of him still outside of you.

You uttered strangled little moans, completely pinned beneath his hulking form, feeling him rut as much of his cock inside you as he could fit. With a shiver, Kento denied himself of any more blood at your throat. His tongue stroked your wounds, clotting the blood there, as he fucked gently into you.

Kento's wings caged you both in, and he stared down at where his cock tried to stretch your pussy out with dopey, lovesick eyes. A trickle of your blood ran down from the corner of his mouth, and he was struck with a sudden burst of pride for you. Kneeling back, Kento pushed your knees up to your chest, crushing over you in a mating press.

You writhed, as Kento managed to sink more of his cock into you, groaning which each stroke he watched enter and pull out of you. Your slick formed a translucent white ring most of the way down his cock length. Kento was eager to see it drip down his balls. He gasped down at your prone, fucked-out form, and gently began to press and roll the fatty flesh around your clit, making you buck up into him with pathetic little mewls.

"--fit it in--fit all of me in...if you cum again-- fuck you through it, baby...fuck you through it...fuck you through it..."

Kento repeated this like a mantra, every gradually strengthening thrust into you taking him deeper, your pussy stretched to its limits around his terrifying girth and length. Leaning over where you joined, Kento spat a smooth mouthful of spit, stroking it around his base, lubricating you both, before upping his pace and intensity again.

You cried out, head thrown back as you arched, feeling Kento so deeply that you clasped your belly. Kento planted one hand over yours, his fucks growing gradually more feral as he bared his teeth, determined to finally take what was his, after so many years of miserable self-denial.

"--mine make you mine make you mine--leave it behind...leave it all...for you...shit-- so tight, just--milk it out-- all my cum-- all yours, I swear..."

As you came, your pussy clenching and spasming, Kento finally bottomed out. His head flung back with a cry of success, slamming into you with abandon as he chased his high, desperate to see you filled with his cum. Cursing, and spitting, teeth bared and blacking out the room around you with his wings, Kento came with a roar, and you felt your pussy and belly flooded by him.

His cock jerked long, protracted twitches inside you, spurting thick bursts of cum, with nowhere to go but up, plugged by his enormous girth. You were pliable and dazed, taking it with the sweet relief of his love for you, his seed soothing your swollen inner walls like a balm.

Kento faltered above you, staggered and dazed. Keeping his cock stuffed inside you, manoeuvring himself onto his side, he swept one great wing beneath you, and one above you. You felt yourself cocooned, sleepy and full, reaching into hand up to tangle into Kento's hair. He pressed a lazy kiss to your palm.

"...you're a...terrible vampire hunter..." Kento slurred, fading out into soft snores, just seconds later.

He's not wrong, you reasoned to yourself, wondering and drifting to sleep in his arms and wings, maybe he'll help me.

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sourpeachsayshi · 6 days

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Praise kink with Nanami, please😭

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: therapist!nanami; client!reader; guided; forbidden; doctor-patient relationship; size kink(?)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes: I went overboard with this one.

nanami's eyes darken, his glasses resting just below the bridge of his nose, irises blurring like the haze between night and day. he uncrosses then crosses his legs, desperately trying to adjust the bulge in his pants. his notebook is still resting comfortably on his lap, one of his hands fidgeting with the pen that he lightly taps against the paper, while the other traces the outline of his lip.

your legs are spread apart, your skirt flipped up, underwear pulled to the side. your shirt unbuttoned, exposing the lace fabric of your pretty, pretty bra. the sight of your cunt forms a knot in his throat, which he swallows while trying to forget the many nights he's jacked off picturing himself fucking you.

the one who came to him after leaving her horrible husband. who has struggled to find any sexual pleasure ever since, and who timidly admitted that she finds her underwear soaked after every session with dr. kento.

"I don't think," you sigh, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. "I don't think this will work..."

"but you look good," he reassures, noticing your lashes flutter at his words. "Wet. I can see it from here..."

your face burns with embarrassment, and you part your lips to say something though no words come out.

"just keep listening, okay? you're doing really well for me, I promise this will help," he lies through his teeth, his cheeks tinting a shade of crimson of him abusing his role. "your middle and index finger, use it to rub your clit, not too fast...nice and easy..."

you oblige, and that doesn't take him by surprise. you listen to his guidance, start massaging the nub of your clit gently. a few minutes pass, but he's busy paying attention to your reactions. the way your breath hitches and your chest hiccupping as you try to stifle a moan.

"don't hold it in," he coos, "give in to your natural reactions. it's okay, I'm right here. I'm watching you, helping you. you trust me, right?"

"yes, doctor," you whimper and he hums in response.

"feels good?"

"uh-huh"

"you sound lovely, like you're enjoying it..."

"mmph~"

"faster. add a little more pressure, that's right..." he continues, "how do you feel?"

"warm-" you add, breathless and needy which only fuels his desire. "I l-like it, I like how it feels..."

"This is excellent progress, I'm proud of you," he praises, a hint of a devious smile ticking the corner of his lip. "try putting a finger in, there you go..."

his eyes narrow as you sink your middle finger into your hole. you gasp in slight shock, taken aback that you actually enjoyed the tiny stretch. nanami nearly snaps the pen his half. knowing full well that the length and thickness of his fingers would do far, far better.

you pump in and out, so slowly like you're trying to figure out what pacing you prefer. "doctor kento," you moan, though you are not addressing him with anything specific except to simply call out his name.

his cock twitches.

he takes his glasses off, and folds it neatly between his pressed shirt. he closes his notebook, the page filled with mindless scribbles that he put together to distract himself from being aroused by you.

"when we discussed your sex life prior to your marriage, you mentioned you enjoyed receiving oral," he states.

you gaze up at him with doe eyes from underneath your lashes, finger fucking yourself tenderly as you shake your head in confirmation.

he gets up from his seat, takes a few steps closer as he carefully rolls up his sleeve. he kneels before you, the afternoon light sparkling against his golden hair. his face far too close to your cunt.

"a more manual approach might do you some good," he mumbles, his large palms reaching for your plush thighs.

the heat burns behind your ears and down your neck, your muscles in your lower belly start quivering with delight and anticipation.

"you're gorgeous, by the way," he admits, dropping his professional mask and allowing his inner thoughts to speak on his behalf. "it's a shame your ex couldn't appreciate that..."

he moves on hand to circle around your wrist and draws it away from your soaking cunt. he brings your shaking fingers to his lips to taste your essence before releasing you with a pop.

"so sweet," he purrs. he drops your wrist, his hands smoothing over your inner thigh and over the curve of your pelvis. when he looks up at you, you almost don't recognize the devilish expression on the face of such a gentleman. "you deserve to feel this good. may I?"

you melt into the pillow behind you, your heart pounding so hard against your chest it makes the room around you spin.

"we'll go for as long as you can handle. alright, sweetheart?"

"yes, doctor kento"

"good girl," he murmurs, the depth of his voice making you tremble in your seat. "such a good girl..."

your eyes roll to the back of your head, a cry leaving your lips that sounds like an ache when he brings his tongue to your sex and drags upward along the glittering slit.

no more secrets x

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anantaru · 7 months

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DAY 3 — BIMBOFICATION

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

kink. bimbofication — the process of transforming into an airheaded slut, perfectly happy to be used and degraded

𖧡 — including — ayato, childe

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, bimbofication, degrading, rough & messy, slight possessive reader but only a little + they're possessive of you too lmao, name calling (fucktoy, bitch in heat, cocksleeve), petnames (angel, baby), both parties are consenting

𖧡 — AYATO

"angel.. my precious angel."

ayato slips a finger inside you, the dark outline of his silhouette mountainous on top of you, holding you captive, and he doesn't do anything besides gnashing on your jawline, until listlessly working his way down to your neck, taking your breath away when he glides the digit in and out effortlessly, then adding the second, gently working himself on your hole, imprinting his touch and trails on your walls, watching eagerly how you're engulfing him in with your cunt.

without any resistance making itself visible from your side, you appear to be enjoying this, a little too much— at the same time, you're such an adorable, precious toy to him, always clinging yourself around his arm whenever he was in near sight of you, your smirking lips puckered up into a dirty smile with a glossy film of sparkly lipgloss sleeving the flesh, day-dreaming about having the yashiro commissioner's heavy, piercing cock jamming your insides.

in any case, with how quick things were proceeding now, you love how the heel of his palm repeatedly humps your clit, the blows of it stinging at the puffy flesh before you arch your back into his hand, giggling within a clouded sigh, you're so excited to have his attention, grinning from ear to ear.

the drive ayato had on you, controlling, delightful trembles inching over the length of your spine when he calls you his precious, perfect fucktoy— the only one, you made sure of that.

when he tells you how utterly proud he was of you taking him so very well, especially when he can witness your eyes rolling back at the second of your cunt becoming so warm and constricting, it brings you to tears when listening to such loving words, being praised in such, "unique" way, where one might say it's not praise in any way, but for you, it's nothing but the most sugary, most tasteful expressing of approval to you.

it's easy once you gave yourself over to him, meaning his status and his power and made yourself his property, to that of someone being responsible to satiate the mans needs, conquer the aching pain in his groin whenever he was too busy or clocked up to do so himself. and the pleasure he made you experience, fuck, it reached the pit of a forming bubble, when he reaches into your walls with his slender fingers, your cunt clamping at the contract with the whistling in your head placing black dots on your vision.

yes, certainly— you realize then, you wanted to be treated like that.

forgetting about what others may whisper and gossip behind your back, why would you care, they might be just jealous for all you know— and for whatever reason ayato keeps you close to him, if there was a somewhat, deeper, connection or emotion he began to develop for you— baring in mind that he was the exact opposite of an outgoing player that pursued any women, only having you to touch and trace, fuck and kiss, it could possibly happen that somewhere in between his puzzling, swishing lines of thinking, kamisato ayato can work up the courage to feel something serious in regards to you, something contrasting to viewing you as this convenient toy, his darling cocksleeve, always there for his immediate use.

𖧡 — CHILDE

childe shushes your helpless mewls softly when he laps his tongue around the warm insides of your mouth, his cock taking advantage of your soft, weeping pussy, and how you're proudly presenting it all to him— just for him, you're his, in all respects, and he has trained you well, looking at how your toes curl when you greet him with a hazy, beclouded grin as you vibrate at his shaft moving along your soaked walls before pressing his tip against your g-spot.

"ohh- my, baby." childe groans, lecherous eyes gazing at your erotic body, "you're so good to me, when you let me fuck you like a bitch in heat." and he dominantly holds you up by your trembling knees, parting your pussy to accommodate the thudding stir of his length splitting you without a single care in this world, and every time he pulls himself balls deep into your hole, you gush and slick him up, making a mess of his girth and upper thighs, whimpering all wetly and perceiving how your cheeks are not only stained by your tears, but also flustered by his unique, scandalous choice of words.

but you wanted it that way, truly, being a harbingers personal belong, his little plaything you may say, as he liked to address you as well, it was intoxicating to be as slutty as possible to get his attention.

you can't help yourself but giggle out bubbly whenever he buys you something special too, an expensive gift— handled with delicate, tactful care, opening the package to find a silken lingerie-set that childe had personally picked out for you, barely awaiting the day where he can rip it off your perfect body, assuring you he'll purchase a new one in no time.

how come, you aren't even more riled up by now? your pretty pussy was so reactive to his length, easily affected by the largeness of his girth parting you for good, you're wet all day from the constant day dreams, drooling about childe's cock all day long, or about his hands grabbing and massaging your soft skin, how you knew how much he liked whenever you presented your exposed tits to him, vigorously massaging the nipples before pressing them against his chest.

"you feel good, hm?" ajax whispers into your ear, on the teetering edge of filling your womb with his seed, rolling his strong hips in and out of you before curving one palm around your cheek to force you to meet his gaze— yet your eyes were barely open, but that smile, it made him both shiver and admire your beauty, an expression so radiant on your lips that it startled even a harbinger.

"fuck, you're a mess." he licks his lips, and you foggily nod your head when he voices it out loud, helplessly hiccuping his name whilst grabbing on his chest to make him cling onto you and never let you go, well, not until he made you cum— your pussy being pillowed over by his cock bulging into you, indulging in the sensation of your soft, doused cunt slapping back against his groin, all wanting and desperate.

in spite of appearance, childe was aware that you were precisely into this manner of being treating, but in a sense, so was he, deep down believing that he’d never feel any satisfaction that could even scratch on the one you placed on him.

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russo-woso · 18 days

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Muscles | Lucy Bronze

Warning smut 18+, dom!Lucy, sub!reader, fingering, ab-riding, cunnilingus

You hated gym days. With a passion.

It wasn’t that you hated the exercise, it was the fact that Lucy would show off her muscles and you couldn’t do anything.

Since you started dating Lucy them three years ago, you shared the facet you loved her muscles.

So when in the gym, lucy would wear a short sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up on her arms, showing her biceps and would constantly wipe her face with her shirt, showing off her abs.

Everyone knew it was to wind you up, it was a well known fact around the team.

You were stretching with Niamh whilst Lucy was doing weights.

You and Niamh were deep in conversation but as Lucy lifted her shirt for the first time that day, you couldn’t help but stare at her abs.

You’d seen them plenty of times before, but every time you saw them, you were amazed.

“Y/N? Did you hear me? Or are you too busy staring at Lucy?” Niamh teased you, knowing she’d caught you out.

“She does it on purpose.” You whined as you clearly saw Lucy smirking at your reaction.

“Just ignore her.” Niamh shrugged, not knowing just how hard it is for you to ignore it.

“You don’t understand, Niamh. She does it on purpose knowing that we can’t exactly do anything on camp.” You admitted, Niamh’s eyes widening as the realisation hit.

“Ohh. Thats why it’s so hard for you. You’re a naughty girl, Y/N.” Niamh teased you, purposefully trying to wind you up.

“Go away, Niamh.” You complained and walked away from her, leaving Niamh in a fit of laughter.

“Luce, please stop it.” You begged as you approached Lucy.

“Stop what, darling?” She asked, trying to act all innocent.

“You know what. It’s unfair.” You continued to complain as you rested your head on her shoulder, your whole body just wanting her touch. “I need you, Luce, and you can’t do anything so please stop it.”

“Who said we can’t do anything?” Lucy mumbled into your ear, a smirk appearing on her face.

“It’s obvious why we can’t.” You replied, looking around at all your teammates.

“Our rooms on the very top floor, everyone’s down here. If we slip out now, no one will know we’ve gone.” Lucy explained and took a hold of your hand, beginning to walk you both out of the gym.

“Luce, are you sure no one will know?” You asked her, escaping the smell of sweat and your teammates in the gym.

“I promise, babe. No one will know.” Lucy responded, pushing you to the wall and placing her lips on yours. “Jump.” You obeyed, jumping and placing your legs round her waist as she carried you towards the elevator.

“We can do this but you have to be quiet. I know everyone is downstairs but just in case someone walks by.” Lucy said, out of breath, as the elevator door closed.

“I’ll be quiet.” You agreed before connecting your lips with hers.

You moaned into the kiss as Lucy bit down on your bottom lip, entering her tongue.

The door opened and fortunately, no one was there waiting.

Lucy expertly made her way to your room without looking and disconnecting your lips.

Your breaths were heavy as Lucy searched for the key card, quickly finding it before walking into the room.

“Luce, please.” You begged for her to hurry up, desperate for her to do something, anything.

“Patience, babe.”

Lucy pushed you onto the bed, her climbing on top of you before leaning down to attack your neck.

You moaned as you watched her muscles harden.

Reaching out to wrap a hand around her biceps, Lucy reached for the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

Lucy groaned as you squeezed her bicep, the feeling of your hand on her muscles sending pleasure through her body.

She reached for your back, unclipping your bra with one hand and it fell of you.

At the same time, you reached for the bottom of Lucy’s shirt, pulling it off her to reveal her toned abs.

Lucy made her way to your breasts, your nipples hardening as Lucy’s tongue swiped over them.

Her name fell from your mouth as a whimper, desperate for her to hurry up.

Lucy left marks all down your body as she took your shorts and underwear off.

“My pretty girl.” Lucy mumbled as she planted a kiss on the inside of your thighs. “Remember, you have to be quite okay. I know it’s going to be hard but you can do it.”

You nodded your head in response, unable to form a sentence. The only thing on your mind was the thought of pleasure running through your body.

You let out a scream of pleasure, quickly wrapping your hand over your mouth, as Lucy made contact with your core.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Keep quiet, okay?” Lucy mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through every part of your body.

Your moans were muffled as Lucy continued to eat you out.

Lucy was an expert when it came to eating you out.

Her tongue knew exactly where to go, she knew exactly how much pressure you needed in order to cum.

As Lucy’s mouth wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it, you let a cry, desperately wanting her to know how she was making you feel.

“Luce, I’m close. ‘m gonna cum, baby.” You managed to get out, your body starting to shake with pleasure.

“Be a good girl and make a mess for me.” Lucy murmured, before adding extra pressure on your clit to make you tumble over the edge.

With a small cry of Lucy’s name, you let go, coming all over Lucy’s face.

“Good girl.” Lucy praised, coming face to face with you and leaning down to kiss you.

You moaned into the kiss, tasting your self on her lips and tongue.

Somehow, without separating your lips, Lucy flipped you both so you were now straddling her legs.

Your hands made their way to her abs, outlining them as they tensed up.

“You love them, don’t you?” Lucy smirked, her hands landing on the back of yours.

You nodded, openly sharing the fact you did.

“Good, cause I want you to ride them.” Lucy revealed, and leant back in the pillows.

You nodded, obeying Lucy’s command, placing yourself on top of her abdomen.

Lucy rested her hands on either side of your waist, squeezing them as she helped you begin.

You started rocking your hips gently, your arousal spreading all over her abs making it easy for you to slide over them.

Your clit rubbed perfectly against her abs.

You threw your head back in pleasure and Lucy took that as an advantage to wrap her hand around your neck.

Her other hand tightened on your waist, increasing the speed of your movements.

“You’re doing so good for me, love.” She praised as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

Lucy felt it too, she could feel your pussy clench as you continued to ride on her abs.

She let go of your neck and placed her hand back on its original spot on your hip, lifting you up from her abs.

“Luce, no! I was so close.” You whined, your breath uneven and erratic.

“I know, babe, but I’m going to make you feel better. I promise.” Lucy said, and you nodded your head, just wanting to feel pleasured.

Lucy flipped you so you were below her.

Her arms tensed up as she used it to support it.

Her fingers traced down the side of your body before they made their way to your pussy.

She entered one finger, kissing you as she inhaled the moans that left your mouth.

Your head was thrown all the way back as soon as she entered a second.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my fingers.”

Lucy’s thrusts became quicker and harder as she made it her mission to throw you off the edge.

“Luce… I…” You tried to get out but failed.

“I can feel, love. Go on. Cum.” She commanded and with that, your whole body trembled, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck, Luce. That was incredible.” You told her, out of breath, as she rested her head on your chest.

“You’re incredible, baby.” She said, and a smile arose on both got our faces.

“Dinners ready! But from the sounds of it, I think Lucy’s already had her dinner.” You heard Millie shout from behind the door and the laughs of Millie and Rachel filled the corridor.

“Shit.” You said as you looked down at Lucy.

“Shit indeed.”

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almond-tofuuu · 2 months

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Wanna sit on Zayne’s lap (innocently) facing him with my face buried in his chest while he works 😊 and then maybe after a while grind on him a lil, just enough to rile him up, and then keep doing it until he snaps and pounds me into the nearest surface 😊

anon you are not the only one who wants to do this!!! If I've said it once, I'll say it again: ZAYNE WANTS US TO GRIND DOWN IN HIM!! why else would he keep letting us sit in his lap 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also sorry it took so long for me to write this, work has been brutal 😭😭😭 hope you enjoy!!

Dangerous Game

Zayne x reader

Warnings: nsfw minors dni, grinding, orgasm denial, Zayne's big dick (it needs it's own warning), pet names (Angel)

Zayne was busy, always busy. Even when he came home after a long shift at the hospital, he still had more work that needed to be completed. And you understood, you really did, his job was very important and his meticulous nature was just one of the many things you loved about him. But right now you were cursing the seemingly neverending amount of paperwork stacked on the desk next to him. Hearing that he had actually gotten off work on time for once, you were looking forward to spending an evening curled up on the sofa with your loving boyfriend. But your plans were cut short the moment he picked up a pen and started filling out documents. Watching him from the doorway you let out a small sigh, resigning yourself to spending another evening entertaining yourself, when an idea formed in your mind. Hiding the mischievous smirk growing on your face, you tiptoed your way over to Zayne, stopping beside his chair, gently poking his shoulder. Zayne's eyes flickered over to you, pen halting mid stroke as he gave you his full attention.

"Is there something I can help you with, Angel?" His smooth voice never failed to make your heart flutter, honeyed tone soft and tender, a sound reserved solely for you. Your fingers play with the cuff of his sleeve, a small pout on your lips, one you know he loves. "Can I sit with you? I missed you so much and I just want to be close to you for a while." The corners of Zayne's lips curl up into a soft smile, and you knew he'd give you whatever you wanted, after all Zayne could never say no to you. You were his weakness.

An amused chuckle left Zayne's lips as he swivelled his chair to face you, one hand holding yours whilst the other tapped his thigh, inviting you into his lap. "How can I refuse when you asked so nicely. Come on then, take a seat, Angel." He gently pulled you closer, helping you to straddle his lap, another deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as he watches you bury your face in his chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "Now be good for me, I'm almost finished with these reports. Then we can go watch a movie together." He gives a light squeeze to the plush of your hips before his hands leave you, picking up his pen and resuming his work.

You want to be good for him, you really do try, but your mind begins to wander. There's something about being surrounded by him, his scent overwhelming your senses, the steady rhythm of his heart, his muscular thighs below you, it ignites a fire deep within you, and with every passing second you can feel the growing ache in your core.

You start small at first, squirming slightly in his lap, little wiggles that you play off as "just trying to get comfy". And for a while it's enough, but soon the throbbing in your cunt gets stronger, your clit begging for more friction, something to relieve the pressure building up in your lower stomach. You give an experimental rock of your hips, freezing to wait for Zayne's reaction. When he doesn't respond you do it again, setting a steady rhythm as you grind down on his lap. The zipper on the front of his slacks rubs perfectly against your sensitive clit, the pleasure increasing with every roll of your hips, head burying further into the crook of Zayne's neck, his masculine scent filling your nose, pushing you even closer to your orgasm that is building steadily. Your pussy is dripping now, soaking your panties, your empty hole flutters and pulses as you continue grinding in Zayne's lap, too lost in pleasure to register the tiny whimpers leaving your mouth, forgetting all about subtly as your minds only focus is on your orgasm that is fast approaching. Speeding up your movement, hips pressing down harder into his, a breathy moan of his name falls from your lips as you're about to reach your peak. Just as you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, two strong, cold hands firmly grab your hips, halting your movement completely. You whine desperately at the loss of your orgasm, hips frantically chasing more of that delicious friction that would have your cunt gushing into your panties, but it's useless. Zayne's vice-like grip prevents any of your movements, cold fingers bruising as they dig into the soft flesh of your hips.

"Did you really think I would let you finish like that, Angel?" Zayne whispered lowly in your ear, dark tone sending a shiver down your spine. "I thought I told you to be good, but it seems my girl was just too desperate to wait." You let out a pathetic mewl as Zayne presses you further into his lap, only now noticing the large bulge that has formed in his pants, his cock hard and begging for relief as it grinds against your clothed pussy. "You wanted my attention, Angel? Well you've got it. And I'm going to spend the rest of tonight teaching you what happens to bad girls who don't do as their told." He chuckles darkly, hips rutting up into yours, mercilessly guiding your sensitive cunt along the length of his confined cock. "And I'm not going to stop until you're a begging, whimpering mess."

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storiesforthemoonchild · 3 months

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Tiny Protector | Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

ew it feels weird to post a fic after so long, but hoping it sparks the creativity again. this request, enjoy!

Your foot taps nervously against the carpet in Aitana’s living room as she moves around the room excitedly. It was finally her night to pick the movie, and you knew exactly what that meant. The last light flicks off and you flinch, “why did you turn that off?”

Aitana grabs the bowl of popcorn from the kitchen before sinking into the spot next to you on the couch. “I am setting the mood.”

She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you groan, throwing the blanket over top her body, “stop learning things from Keira. Can’t we turn on a small light, it’s too dark babe.”

“No, it will ruin the movie with lights. Have popcorn,” she shoves the bowl in your lap as she reaches for the remote. Her other arm reaches up to drape over your shoulder and pull you into her side as she hits play.

“What are you doing?”

Aitana looks down at you in her hold, “cuddling you. You are scared, sí?” You feel offended at the claim even if you both knew it was true. Aitana kisses your forehead and you melt at the small affection.

“This feels weird,” you wiggle in her arms, struggling to get comfortable as the ‘little spoon’. “Let’s switch.”

Aitana laughs, shaking her head vigorously. She was enjoying this way too much for your liking, “no, be quiet it is starting.”

You huff annoyed, but settle in popping a few pieces of popcorn in your mouth. Aitana strokes her fingers along your arm absentmindedly, eyes glued to the television with her mouth hanging open. “You’ll catch flies,” you tease, throwing a piece of popcorn towards her mouth but missing.

Aitana spares you a quick glance before shushing you and refocusing. You are half paying attention much preferring to stare at your girlfriend. “Stop staring,” she commands after you finally wear her down.

“You’re pretty, let’s kiss,” you move the bowl of popcorn to the table in front of you and shuffle under the covers so you are facing her.

Aitana whines with a cute little pout, “please watch. You say it is my turn to pick and now you don’t watch.”

“You pick bad movies.”

You barely make out Aitana rolling her eyes in the darkness of the room as she ignores you. You deflate back into your spot, pulling the blanket further over you to shield your eyes. Aitana sighs and kisses your cheek out of pity. She knew you hated scary movies, but they were her guilty pleasure. “Come,” Aitana tugs on the sleeve of your shirt as she lays flat across the couch.

You smile, making your way into her arms with your back facing the television and face nearly buried into her chest, “I like this view.” Aitana chuckles, her hand snaking its way under your shirt to rub comforting circles against your back. “What’s happening?”

Aitana takes a deep sigh, “Amor, quiet please.” You whisper out an apology and get comfortable in her hold. Her smaller frame envelopes you tighter each time you flinch from the chilling sounds of the movie. You’re amused every time you feel her laugh at something in the movie and mutter how fake it was.

You busy yourself over the next hour with trying to commit every inch of Aitana you can see to memory, noticing a new mole on her shoulder you’d never seen before and claiming it as your favorite with a kiss. Aitana’s eye’s drift down to you at the action, “estás bien? It is almost over.”

“I am good. You’re perfect,” Aitana blushes at your words and pulls you closer. “My tiny protector,” you tease, poking at her sides as she blushes.

Her focus goes back to the screen as the music tenses once again, “I will always protect amor.” She doesn’t even look at you when she says it and you can’t help but laugh. She was engrossed in the film, eyes still wide and mouth open. You can feel the hammer of excitement from her heart in her chest each time something happens and she pulls you into her to soothe you.

Your dislike of scary movies would never fade, but you think you could definitely get used to this, your tiny protector keeping you safe from all of the ‘bad things’.

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seeingivy · 11 months

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king of my heart

satoru gojo x f!reader

maybe satoru gojo, the man you were arranged to marry by your very annoying parents, was the one you were waiting for all along

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: arranged marriage trope, megumi + tsumiki kiddos, annoying parents, mentions of drinking + prom/highschool LOL

an: taylor swift satoru gojo propoganda returns.

You hold the vase of tulips in your hands, your palms sweating against the glass secured in his hands. You sincerely hope your anxiousness doesn’t make you drop the flowers before you can hand them to Mrs. Gojo. That would be a disaster.

Your parents are behind you, locking up your car and fussing over your outfit. Your mother had picked out a pale, baby blue dress for you, a modest cut but flattering your best features (according to her) - your hips, shoulders, collarbones. She’d given you a sparkling silver necklace to match, to draw attention to you. You silently wonder when she became such a conniver, hand picking your best traits to put on display for the Gojo family.

Your father’s mimicking her motions, taming down your stray hairs. You had braided the front pieces of your hairs just behind your ears and curled the rest of your loose hair to perfection. Your mothers request, of course. He’s less anal than her about the entire affair, but you don’t miss his nervous twitching as you walk up to the door.

The only person you can stand is your little brother, Saiki, who's been rolling his eyes since we started driving here. He thinks the entire proceeding is archaic, which it is, and has vehemently been making his disapproval known. He would keep it going, but there was talk of grounding on the table, which silenced him all together.

The four of you gather on the steps of the Gojo's mansion. You prepare yourself, mentally running through the steps your mother had drilled into you since you started meeting potential suitors a few months ago. Polite nod to the husband, hand the flowers and press a kiss to the wife, a shy smile to the suitor.

The three of them are crowded at the door, Satoru Gojo towering over the two of them. You’d heard of him before, your mother mentioning that their family was one of the most esteemed business owners in our entire social circle. She had never had the pleasure of making her acquaintance, which killed her every night (you’re sure of it), until now. A mutual friend had mentioned the Gojo family was looking for their daughter in law to “perfect their set” and your mother was all too willing to offer you up on a silver platter.

You do as your told. You knew you would have to anyway and struggling was useless. Plus, you’d sworn off love as of late anyways. This is what you were primed for - that shiny medical degree, your private pediatric practice - they’re all sparkly little gimmicks meant for this. A selling point.

The door opens and you start. First, a polite nod to Mr. Gojo, who gives you a chill with his stare. His eyes are void of warmth, the cerulean blues staring back into your eyes. His hands are cold when you press them together to shake, the same cold gaze being exchanged with your parents over the back of your shoulder.

Second, flowers and a sweet kiss to Mrs. Gojo. She dotes over the tulips, in a polite way, before dismissing them away to the servants you didn’t notice standing against the wall. You thank the servant for taking the vase, giving a warm smile before pressing a kiss to Mrs. Gojo’s cheek. Ice cold.

Third, a shy smile to the suitor. Whatever the fuck that means. You meet his gaze, half obscured by the sunglasses he was wearing indoors. He’s dressed in a buttoned up white shirt, the sleeves rolled past his forearms. The slacks are pressed to perfection, his shoes shined so well you could use them as a mirror. You give him a smile, which he halfheartedly returns. It seems he’s more interested in talking to Saiki than you.

The seven of you walk down the length of the hall, the table set up with white lilies and silver tablemats. Mrs. Gojo turns to Satoru, insisting that he take you and Saiki on a tour. Satoru nods, begrudgingly, before gesturing to you and Saiki to follow him up the stairs.

When you reach the top of the stairs, Satoru turns to a painting on the left, a painted portrait of his family when he was way younger. They all have solemn looks on their face, Satoru’s hinting on the borderline of irritation and boredom. Before Satoru can start his riveting spiel, Saiki interrupts him.

“Are you really going to make us do a real tour? Do you have video games or something till we have to go back?”

You dig your hand into his shoulder, bending down to his height and squeezing slightly.

“Saiki. Be nice.”

“Mom’s not nearby, you know?”

“She has superhuman, x-ray vision, Saiki. I bet she can see you from here.”

The two of you laugh and you ruffle his hair before you stand up again. You pat down the pleats of your dress, drying your palms against the fabric, as you turn back to Satoru.

“We don’t actually have to do a tour if you don’t want to. I have Mario Kart in my room.”

You and Saiki shoot him glimmering smiles, following him down the length of the hallway. He opens his bedroom door for you, the room the exact opposite of the perfectly proper, museum like decor downside.

His walls are navy blue and littered in posters and pictures. You can see his diploma hung up on the wall, right next to a poster for the Spongebob movie.

“I’m shocked they even let you do this.”

“They didn’t, Y/N. I just did it anyway.”

You nod at his words, turning your neck back to the walls. Saiki and Satoru sit on the floor, legs crossed, playing the game as you take a moment at each section, observing all the pictures. He has what seems like twenty or thirty pictures of his friends - sleeping in class, sitting by a lake, studying in a library. You don’t miss the multiple pictures of the girl with dark hair, a scar pressed against her nose. Especially the one of him kissing her cheek.

The other picture that stands out is a picture of Satoru himself, from when he was younger. The picture was clearly taken from above, an exasperated look pressed on little Satoru’s face. You can’t help but think he looks sad, lonely in the picture and commit it to memory. Your parents were more irritating than most, but Saiki got you through.

You settle down onto the floor next to them, Saiki handing his controller as you start to play.

“One more round and we should head back.”

You nod, playing the game, the pictures rattling around in your head.

The dinner is horrible, obviously. You were seated in between Satoru and his father, with Saiki exiled all the way at the end of the table. You shoot him glances every few seconds, trying your best not to smile at his very clear distaste for it all.

You can sense the dynamics fitting into your mind, observing every little thing to better understand what you were getting into. After all, the Gojo’s were going to be your family in a few months, whether you liked it or not.

Satoru has a clear distaste for his parents. His father, more than his mother. You can just tell by the way they look at each other. You think back to the picture, the one of him when he was younger, and can’t help but wonder if his father took it.

After dinner, your parents and Satoru’s convince force the two of you to take a walk along the garden, alone. You nod, preparing yourself for what was coming. A moonlit walk, pleasantries, and a ring secured on your finger by the end of the walk.

The two of you walk in silence, a respectable distance between the two of you. You can smell his cologne as you walk next to him, the breeze in the air making the hair on your arms stand up.

You press your hands across your arms, entering the gazebo with Satoru. The two of you take a seat on the bench in the middle, keeping a respectable distance.

“Y/N.”

“Can I say something first?”

He nods, leaning over the bench to meet your eyes. The only light in the gazebo is from the tiny, sparking fairy lights around the interior, the moon shining through the openings on the side. You can’t help but wonder if things were different, that this might have been the happiest moment of your life.

“I would like to be married by name. I figure you have a girlfriend, that girl from the pictures in your room with the scar on her nose, and that’s fine. I’d just like to keep it up for images to satisfy both of our parents, since I figure yours are as relentless as mine.”

The two of you sit in silence, the words hanging in the air. You focus on the lilies growing by the edge of the opening, wilting in the air of the night.

“You’d be okay with that?”

“I was never expecting us to fall in love. We just have to do what we’re asked, keep our own lives outside of it.”

He nods, the silence returning. You can see the gears moving in his head, considering your offer. After a few minutes, he removes a dark green box from his pocket, sliding it over to your side of the bench. You open the box to find a sparkling, modest cut diamond secured around a gold band.

You take it into your hand, taking out the diamond ring and placing it on your ring finger. You stick your hand out, staring at the sparkling ring on your finger.

He shoots you a genuine smile, shaking his hand in yours. Deal.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, Satoru.”

He secures his hand in your own as the two of you walk back down the path. Your parents are all too delighted, everyone pressing warm kisses to your cheek as they take your hand in their own.

The business deal is set. Your parents deal with each other and yours with Satoru. You can feel Saiki’s hand shaking in yours, trying to hide his upsetness at you. You reach down to ruffle his hair, shaking your head at him as the four of you head back home.

You and Satoru are married by the end of the month.

“I have a secret.”

You’re currently standing in Satoru’s driveway, your driveway now, with your boxes lined up on the sidewalk. Your parents had insisted that you move in with him, now that you were married. You had to oblige.

All in all, your marriage with Satoru was pleasant. You guys went out to dinner every night, exchanging pleasantries over an expensive meal Satoru bought you. The two of you often shared jokes, trying to ease the tension. He updated you on his relationship with the girl, Utahime was her name, and you talked to him about work. You find out that his relationship is anything but stable, the two of them fighting like it was breathing. He likes to hear about your coworkers, the patients you saw that day, how you like the workplace.

It felt more like hanging out with a friend, but there was always an invisible, silent wall between the two of you. You were married. You had to have kids together. Grow old together. He doesn’t talk about it. Neither do you. You’ll breach that when you get there.

“What’s your secret, Satoru?”

“I have kids.”

“If there’s a zoo animal inside that house, I’ll run you over with my car.”

Satoru loves to prank you. You get irritated with him very easily, which you’re aware goads him on even more, but you can’t help it. He’s an idiot.

But this time, he places his hands on your shoulder, squeezing twice. His sunglasses are hanging from the collar of his shirt, his usually obscured eyes peering into yours. No sign of a joke in them. You gesture to the steps on the porch, the two of you sitting down against them.

“You’re a manwhore? You got a girl pregnant and then had to raise it by yourself?”

“Obviously. The woes of a single father.”

You laugh, leaning your neck back. The sunlight is sprinkling onto your skin through the leaves, the beams kissing your skin. It’s a nice feeling, the breeze tickling the wisps of your hair. You can feel Satoru staring at you through the corner of your eyes and you turn your head to the side to look at him.

“Their dad passed away. I took them in after, just because I didn’t want them to be alone. Their names are Megumi and Tsumiki, they’re five and eight. I really hope you like kids, they’re really well-behaved.”

You turn to face him, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You’re kidding right? Did you just ask me if I like kids?”

“Well yeah, you’re going to be living with them, I was just wondering.”

“Do you ever listen to me when I talk? Do you even know what I do for a job?”

“Um…”

You burst out laughing, the tears rolling through your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous, Satoru Gojo. I’m a pediatrician. Like a baby doctor. Like I full on go to work everyday and see children all day.”

He pushes you over, grumbling about how you were still laughing at him, about how it was an honest mistake to make. When your tears subside, he reaches his hand out to you, pulling you up to enter the room. The two of you shuffle the boxes to the edge of the door and pad into the foyer. Satoru grabs your hand, pulling you in to meet Tsumiki and Megumi.

Tsumiki extends her hand, introducing herself politely to you. You bend down, reaching in your pocket for the lollipops you always had in hand, and don’t miss the glowing smile when you hand it to her. You turn to your side to look at Satoru, whose rolling his eyes at you.

At the sight of Megumi, you can tell he doesn’t look quite right. His face is flushed pink, his forehead covered in beads of sweat. He can barely keep his head up, eyes wavering at the sight of you. You reach down, pressing your hand against his forehead.

“Satoru. He’s sick.”

“Are you sure?”

“Satoru, I’m a doctor. Do you have anything on hand?”

At the sound of your words, Satoru enters into a full blown panic, grabbing basically any medicine and blanket he had in the nearby vicinity. You examine him, asking his sister how long he had been feeling this way, laying him down on his back and administering the medications Satoru had brought you.

When things settle down, with Megumi’s eyes fluttering open and Tsumiki running her hands through his hair, you join Satoru in the kitchen behind them. He’s nervously watching the two of them from the back, his eyes still pinched in worry.

You link your arm through his own, preparing the parent pep talk you give your patients every day.

“It’s okay, Satoru. Kids get sick all the time.”

He nods, his eyes still fixed on Megumi.

“It was a good thing I was here, really. He’s going to be okay, I promise.”

Megumi speaks up from the couch, his grumpy voice permeating the air.

“Satoru would have killed me if you weren’t here”

You turn your head to face Satoru, expecting to find annoyance pressed on his face. Instead, he’s broken out into a full smile, shaking your hands in his and thanking you profusely.

“That’s a good sign?”

“Kid always loves to give me attitude. If he’s well enough to make a dig at me, he’s perfectly fine.”

“Can’t blame the kid. I would do it too.”

“First, I get an malevolent kid and then a malevolent wife? No breaks for Satoru Gojo.”

“Woe is you.”

You roll your eyes, joining Megumi back at his side to take his vital signs again. The two of you share a knowing look, ignoring Satoru’s joking pouts and comments in the back.

You can’t help but smile at the two of them, their soft hands clasped in each other as they fall asleep on the couch after a few minutes. After a few minutes, you and Satoru carry them back to their beds, giving each other a high five before heading to your own rooms.

Maybe it won’t be so bad.

Satoru comes home late one Friday, well past Tsumiki and Megumi’s bed times. You had to shower and tuck both of them into bed by yourself, which was irritating.

Satoru reserved Friday nights for Utahime, the two of them going on a secret date somewhere in the city. You had met her once, establishing that you had no intentions of doing anything with her boyfriend, which she was all but understanding of.

You figure that she must love him so much that she’s willing to look past it. You get it, you’d do the same if you were her.

If you were in love. In general. Not in love with Satoru, obviously.

He trails in, ten minutes past midnight to find you sprawled against the couch. You’re wrapped in three blankets, your head poking out of your little cocoon.

“You know what sucks? You got some tonight and I got to tuck two kids into bed.”

He trails to the kitchen counter, no stupid remark in response. You get up from your tiny fort, padding into the kitchen where Satoru is standing. He’s eating a box of macaroons, pushing the last one towards you to eat.

The two of you are leaning over the counter, the silence palpable.

“You okay, Toru? Where’s my usual back talk?”

“Mhm. Kind of broke up with Utahime. Don’t feel like it today.”

You push yourself onto the counter, your legs dangling over the edge. The two of you are the same level now, facing opposite directions. You lean your head against his shoulder, linking your hand with his and pressing twice.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. Want to talk about it?”

“She just got upset that I got married, that's all. Didn’t really understand that it was something I had to do. Said I was doing a little bit too much for her to make up for it and she met someone else.”

You nod, the two of you sitting in silence. You stay that way for a while, your head against his shoulder, your hand in his. You’re rubbing small circles into the side of his hand, your fingers tingling at the contact.

“Satoru.”

“Hm?”

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“When I got my heart broken, all I could think about was how I wanted it to be him so bad. He meant everything to me and I’d do anything to be the one next to him.”

“Heartbroken? You never told me that.”

“Yeah. It was a few years ago. He didn’t feel the same about me as I did about him.I]”

“Did you date anyone after?”

“I waited for someone, the person who was meant for me. I kind of gave up as time went on, swearing off of it all together. It’s partially why I struck the deal I did with you. If I was going to be forced to marry someone, he could at least be someone nice, a friend I could keep.”

He sits quietly, pondering your words. He’s leaned his head against yours, the two of you sitting quietly. The only sound is your breaths, inhaling and exhaling in sync.

“You think I’m nice?”

“I’m not soothing your ego.”

“Rude. I’m wounded Y/N.”

You poke the side of his cheek, rolling your eyes at him. You move closer into his embrace, now tangled in his arms. You can hear him whispering against your hair, his lips against your forehead.

“Did it hurt? When he left?”

“Yeah. But, someone told me something and it’s always stuck with me since then. I guess I was trying really hard to make it work, but things like this always sort themselves on their own.”

“What do you mean?”

“The right people were always going to stay. If Utahime and Getou were the right people, they’d still be here, Satoru.”

The two of you stay that way for a while, pressed against each other. Tsumiki and Megumi trail in at the sound of Satoru’s voice, pressing themselves against your legs.

You all sleep together in Satoru’s bed that night. You ignore the stinging in your chest at the thought of Satoru hurting.

You can feel your phone buzzing on the counter, as you tuck the last bit of flowers into Tsumiki’s hair.

toru: hurry up

toru: this kid is gonna shit his pants and i think im scaring him

you: omfg don’t tell me you gave the poor kid a pep talk

toru: kind of. told him id throttle him if tsumiki doesn’t come back from the dance with a smile on her face.

you: satoru gojo, i will hurt you. leave the poor baby alone.

Tsumiki turns around, her pale pink dress falling to her sides. You hear Satoru’s footsteps down the hallway, glaring at him as he joins you two at the door of the bathroom.

“Don’t tell me you left him alone at the dinner table.”

“Megumi is there. He’s staring him down real good.”

You and Tsumiki glare at Satoru and you turn back to Tsumiki to give her the final touches. You press your shiny pink lip gloss in her little hands, settling her hair down as you stand up. You and Satoru move out of the hallway, about to find your way back to the room, but Tsumiki stops you in your wake.

Her hand is pressed against yours, pulling you down.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, Miss Miki. What’s up?”

“Do you think I’m pretty, Y/N?”

“What? Of course, I do Tsumiki. You look lovely. I’m sure Ethan will love it.”

She gives you a shy smile, her eyes wavering on uneasiness.

“You’re very pretty, Tsumiki. I love your dress and your eyes are all sparkly the way you like. Just have fun out there okay? If you’re not having fun with Ethan, you can always have fun with your friends instead.”

She nods, pressing her body against your frame. You squeeze her tight in your frame, Satoru eyeing the two of you on the ground.

“Thanks for always being here, Y/N. I love you.”

Tsumiki lets you go, running off into the kitchen where Ethan is very shyly handing her the little corsage he bought her for the dance. You turn to Satoru, the two of you watching him in the kitchen.

“She loves me.”

“Are you dense? You do know Tsumiki and Megumi both love you right?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t entirely sure of it. I figured they might, but I never thought they’d actually say it to me.”

You pull out your camera, snapping pictures of Tsumiki and Ethan as they press their little flowers to each other’s clothes. Ethan’s parents are waiting in the driveway. They’re driving them to the dance and you and Satoru will be picking them up.

You follow them into the driveway, waving goodbyes as the car makes its way down the road.

“Did you like school dances, Y/N?”

“I never really went, Satoru. No one ever asked me.”

“What? Not even Prom?”

You shake your head, facing away from him as you pull out the dinner the two of you were going to eat. Ice cream. Satoru’s idea, obviously.

“Why didn’t you go?”

“It’s kind of stupid, Satoru.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“You’re keeping secrets? From your husband? Who is he?”

You laugh, playfully pushing him. He gives you a smile, locking his fingers with yours.

“Cmon, tell daddy. I won’t make fun.”

“You’re disgusting. I’m filing for divorce.”

“As if.”

You look down at your hands, his pale, nimble fingers interlocked with yours.

“It’s just stupid. I wanted to go really badly, have my whole special moment. A guy who asks me to the dance, brings me a corsage, matches the color of my dress, and we dance while drinking cheap beer out of solo cups. But no one wanted to do it with me.”

He turns his head to the side, staring down at you.

“Forget it. You’re dumbass was probably Prom King for all I know. You wouldn’t get it.”

You lean against the counter, digging your spoon right into the center of the tub of ice cream, rather angrily, reliving the stupid, pitiful feeling of your teen years.

“I was Prom King.”

“Of course.”

“Hey. I’m sorry you didn’t get your moment, Y/N.”

“I’m glad Tsumiki has someone to do it with. You know, make her feel special, like she’s only girl in the room and all that.”

He presses his forehead against yours, reaching for your spoon to eat some of the ice cream with you. You swat his hand away, which he pouts at.

“It was still a good day. Tsumiki said she loves me.”

“I thought you were kidding about that. Did you really not know that we love you?”

“We?”

“Y/N. You know I love you right?”

You shrug your shoulders, staring at his blue eyes. He cups your face in his hands, squishing your face.

“As smart as you are, you’re really stupid sometimes you know that? How could I not love my wife?”

“You’re stupid.”

You pick up your phone, shooting a text underneath your desk.

you: satoru.

lanky ass mf: yes, oh beloved wife of mine?

you: sleep in the sewage, you gutter rat.

you: I forgot my white coat and my badge at home, can you pLS PLS PLS DROP IT OFF AT THE OFFICE I NEED IT

lanky ass mf: first you call me a gutter rat and then ask me for a favor?

lanky ass mf: no I love you? no light of my life, king of my heart, body, and soul?

you: I will skin you where you stand. PLS JUST BRING WHAT I ASKED

lanky ass mf: ask nicely and i’ll drop it off on the way to work.

you: oh beloved, dear old husband of mine. everyday, my love for you grows exponentially. if you could please spare me some kindness out of your cold, pitiful heart of yours and bring me my white coat in my badge, it would be much appreciated sweet thing

lanky ass mf: i’ll ignore the insult that you threw in there and bring it over in ten, oh lovely wife of mine.

you: ty satoru :DDD

lanky ass mf: ur welcome, sexy :’)

you: wanted: y/n l/n wanted for the vicious, gruesome murder of satoru gojo.

“lanky ass mf disliked your message”

You set down your phone, burying your head in your hands. The practice had been busier as of late, a viral bug passing around all of your patients. And on top of that, you had left your white coat and your badge - which you needed to round - at home. You can feel the tension headache setting in your forehead, bringing your fingers to your temple to soothe it down.

Tsumiki had a field trip today. Satoru dropped her off bright and early but she forgot her permission slip at home. You had to rush over to the school, nearly running onto the school bus to get Tsumiki’s slip in on time.

As promised, Satoru prances in twenty minutes later, your whitecoat and badge in his right hand and a bouquet of tulips in his left hand.

Asshole. You had framed a photo of Satoru, Megumi, and Tsumiki from your birthday and placed it on your desk. The three of them planned a surprise dinner for your birthday and you loved the pictures so much you just had to frame one for your office.

The problem was that ever since then, all your coworkers could talk about is how handsome your husband was. WIth his white hair, sparkling blue eyes - all they could go on about was how beautiful he looked and how cute your kids were. Multiple of them had asked you how he was in bed, which you ignored. Obviously.

You had mentioned it to Satoru in passing, which you’re sure prompted the tulips in his hand. And you know that egomaniac was about to have a field day.

He comes to your side, not missing the shining smiles on your coworkers faces, as he places the tulips in front of you. He beckons you to stand up, holding your white coat open for you to pull your arms in.

You give him a glare as you pull it on and Satoru clips your badge to the pocket.

“I hate you, Satoru Gojo.”

“I love you, sweet pea.”

You can hear your coworkers cooing quietly behind you, walking up to dote on Satoru for bringing you flowers. You can feel him drinking up the attention, giving everyone charming smiles as he secures his arm around your waist.

“Imagine if I told them all you had a girlfriend when you married me.” you whisper in his ear.

He frowns, prodding his fingers into your forehead.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.”

Satoru places the flowers at the head of your desk, dropping a glass box filled with the noodles you had last night for dinner. He leans over the counter, whispering at you as you fill out the charts for the day.

“Take a break for lunch later and eat this. I’m tired of you coming home hangry and taking it out on me.”

You take the box from him, rolling your eyes before shooting him a smile.

“Thank you, Toru. I appreciate it.”

He smiles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead before running out of the office. Asshole.

You look down at the tupperware, a sticky note pressed on top.

eat up silly wife - satoru <3

You take the post-it off, pressing it against the frame holding the picture.

“Why did your parents want to meet us again?”

You and Satoru are currently standing on the porch of his parents house, dressed up for the occasion. Satoru’s wearing a buttoned up white shirt, rolled up to his forearms again. He’s wearing a light green tie, intending to match the green, silk dress you had decided to wear.

He asked you to look your best, because he was going to ask his parents for something really important. He said bringing you would be his best bet, so that they feel more inclined to say yes at the perfect sight of the two of you.

“I thought your parents were in Bali. Did they come back early?”

“Yeah. They hated the animals so they came back.”

“The what?”

Satoru reaches forward, ringing the doorbell. The door is opened immediately, the servants answering the door. You wave hello to them all, making your way to the garden where Satoru was leading you.

His hand is clasped in yours, firmly, as he leads you to the back gazebo. He takes you to the direct center, where the two of you had first made your deal, and turns to face you.

“So.”

“My parents aren’t here.”

“I gathered that.”

“Don’t talk back.”

He reaches towards the back of the gazebo, pulling out a plastic box. In the box, there’s a matching corsage and boutonniere, pink flowers surrounded by baby’s breath. You take the box in your hand, meeting his gaze.

“You never got to have your moment. Figured I’d give it to you now.”

You smile, opening the plastic box. Satoru takes the corsage out first, securing it against your wrist. He lifts your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles as he does so. You avoid the blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the rest of the flowers out of the box.

You pin the boutonniere against his shirt, smiling at him. You’re unsure when Tsumiki and Megumi joined you, but the flash of Tsumiki’s camera catches you off guard. You give the two of them a smile and they run off hand in hand, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Like it?”

“Love it. They’re very pretty, Satoru. Thank you.”

He reaches back, pulling out a little juke box. He presses play, Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud playing out of the speaker.

“Did you really pick this song?”

“You wanted your moment. That includes dancing to a cheesy, Ed Sheeran song.”

“You could have left that part out.”

He grabs your hands, placing them around his neck as he secures his own around your waist.

“Nope. Giving you the most authentic, real moment I can.”

The two of you sway, laughing into each other's neck as the song goes on. The song transitions, Taylor Swift’s Sweet Nothing blasting out of the little speaker. You press yourself against his chest, the two of you hugging as you dance in the moonlight.

“I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He reaches out, pulling out a little plastic tiara for you. He secures it on top of your head, pressing your hair down.

“I don’t get it.”

“You’re Prom Queen!”

You press yourself against him again, your cheeks burning against his chest.

“You’re stupid, Satoru.”

“You love it.”

You do love it. The tiara, the dancing, him. You love him.

The two of you return to swaying, your faces a few feet away from each others. You stare into his glimmering eyes, smiling at him. He returns your smile, rolling his eyes at your cheesiness.

“You don’t have a crown.”

“Yeah. Figured if I got to be Prom King and you didn’t during high school, then you get to be Prom Queen right now and I don’t. Even it out.”

“Boo.”

“It’s okay. I know I’m the king of your heart anyways.”

You feel your chest clench, his words sinking into your chest.

“You are.”

“What?”

“The king of my heart. Body and soul, all that cheesy stuff you say.”

“Don’t lead me on. That’s cruel, even for you little lady.”

You stop swaying, bringing your hands down to his.

“I’m being serious. You’re special to me. I was waiting for someone all my life, who made me feel special. That person is you.”

He’s staring into your eyes, the shock spreading across his face.

“You don’t have to feel the same way as me. It’s okay.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours. You’re caught off guard, his hands pulling you closer.

“Toru.”

“Y/N.”

“Do you love me?”

“You’re impossible. I just kissed you.”

“I don’t know. I was a little confused, I guess.”

“I love you, Y/N. You’re my sweet, sweet girl.”

You can feel yourself blushing at his words, trying to fight the doubt settling in your mind.

“Utahime?”

“I thought about what you said. And I realized that the only person who stays by my side is you - through an arranged marriage, two kids I sprung on you, and a literal girlfriend. The right person was you, just took me a second to realize.”

The two of you stand in silence, the lights flickering above you.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

“Can you kiss me again?”

He’s all too happy to oblige. He lifts you up, slotting his mouth against yours again. You can feel his hands shaking against your face, his lips desperately pressed around yours.

“Calm down. I’m right here.”

“Cut me some slack. I’ve been waiting to kiss my wife for months now.”

You feel Tsumiki and Megumi return to your side, the two of them sporting cheeky grins at the two of you. Megumi presses something into the small of you hand and you feel for it in your fingers realizing what it was.

A ring.

“Toru.”

“Yes, sweet girl?”

He’s cradling your face and you can’t help but feel like this was going to be the happiest moment of your life. Your face in his hands, your kids hugging you against your legs, smiling at each other.

You hold the ring out, balancing it between your fingers.

“Marry me?”

You slip the ring onto his finger, the two of you walking out of the garden hand in hand like you did the first time.

part two based on enchanted linked here

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sweetkiitsunez · 3 months

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❞ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - synopsis: Lucifer was distracted by his work since he wants to hear your cries ! ♡

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + dom!Lucifer + praising + rough sex and fingering + office sex + dacryphilia + overestimated + another round at end + public sex + nipple play

author note: hellooo~!! I apologies for the lack of posting bcs spring semester is getting a bit overwhelming for me <3 anways sorry for the lack of writing and english ♡

"c-careful..." you softly whimper. sitting on Lucifer's lap in his office at Paradise Lost. your thighs are trembling feeling his sharp black nails rubbing the lips of your pussy up and down. You are more grateful that the hospital is slowly getting busy as doctors and nurses are foucsing on their patients, healing them, execpt for lucifer...

"don't worry, I won't hurt you..." he whispers to you softly. he is trying to be gentle with you with his sharps nails, but also rough.

your panties was scattered on the floor since you decided to "test" him. how bold of you for stripping your panties in front of the fallen angel himself. he is difficult to get hard or flustered. he knows what you were doing since he decided to teach you a lesson by not distracting him. you sat on his laps as your back was laying on his chest.

Lucifer's uses his four fingers as he rubs the lips of your pussy. it feels good... you wanted more. "m...more... luci..." you softly beg him. he is picking up the speed as he rubs your pussy side by side then up and down causes your back arches, but luci held you close to him. you bit the bottom of your lip to not make any noises.

"Mhm...! ...A-Ah!" you let out a muffled moan. your eyes rolls back your skull, but you could feel your bottom lip about to bleed. curling your toes and your head is resting on between luci's neck and shoulder. lui is groping your breasts as he twisting and flickering your nipples.

"I'm gonna put my fingers in..." he whispers to you. your mind is a bit foggy, until you feel him inserting his one finger into your hole and then another fingers. Inserting his two fingers inside your hole causes you to tear up and biting your bottom lip harder making it bleed.

"don't scream unless you want to caught..." he whispers in your ears as his two fingers rubbing your insides, slowly pulling out and then back in. this is too much for you, but it feels so good... you don't want him to stop. you feel tears rolling down your cheeks. luci was fast enough to notice it as he grabbed your face. his sharp nails is piercing through your squishy teary cheeks. his venomous eyes staring at your teary eyes. he leans in as he licks your salty tears. you could feel luci is getting turned on right now. his dick is growing from his crotch. you could feel his clothed dick brushing against your bums.

luci wouldn't forget about you as he is fingering you deeper and deeper hitting your g-spot. his thumb massaging your clit causes you cry and moans more.

"I... I... ah! w-wanna come...! luci p-please... ngh... ah...!" you cried pleading him to let you come.

"come my love... come on my fingers..." he kisses your eyelids as he went back licking and tasting your salty tears.

your hands are grabbing onto luci's rolled up sleeves. you are panting and crying as your legs are twitching from this good pleasure. you love his long fingers deep inside your hole. it's hurts since his fingers are stretching your walls. luci is still piercing your teary cheeks as his eyes are still on you. he is in love with your teary eyes and cries. he knows that he is making you feel good.

you couldn't take it anymore as you feel luci's fingers is pressing your g-spot and massaging your clit in circles around and around. eventually, you let out loud cries as you squirt on luci's fingers completely coming and cover his fingers in your fluids.

"ah...ha..." you panted as you lean on his chest, but you could feel luci's fingers pulled away from your hole as your thighs is twitching from the pleasure and covered in your fluids. tears fell from your cheeks, but sudden you feel luci grabbed your face again as his eyes is looking at yours.

"we're not done yet, love..." he said. you feel his crotch raising from his pants.

"one more round, love... your tears are delicious... i wanna mess you up badly..."

after seeing your tears again rolling down your cheeks. he wants to mess you again. ♡

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blues824 · 5 months

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Malleus Draconia and #4

You requested: Gift Giving

Malleus Draconia

When you invited him to Ramshackle, he was beyond excited. You told him to dress comfortably, but we all know that he dressed up in fancy dress pants and a white button-up shirt, black belt to top it off as well as dress shoes adorning his feet. It was his version of ‘comfortable’, because he’s not in his full leather dorm uniform.

You, in contrast, were in sweatpants and a black t-shirt. It was one of his undershirts, actually, and it was quite large on you. However, you being drowned in his cologne was something he definitely could get used to, especially since you would sometimes sniff at the collar to get a whiff of his trademark scent. It made his draconic instincts go wild.

Anyway, you both sat in the living room of the dilapidated dormitory, Grim sleeping in your bedroom. You had made an agreement with the cat-monster, sliding him 4 whole cans of fancy tuna in exchange for no interruptions with your date with Malleus, and he shook your hand, said “pleasure doing business with you”, and went upstairs.

The lights were turned down low, instead being replaced by the lights strung on the tree and all throughout the room. The atmosphere was intimate, and you sat between Malleus’s legs, leaning your back into his chest.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his arms wrapped around your shoulders. His skin was cold, but the close proximity made warmth bloom in your heart. He was placing feather-light kisses upon your collarbone, not marking you, but not close to letting you go either.

“Malleus, I got you a present, but you’re going to have to let me go so I can get it,” You whispered, turning your head to the side so that you could move your eyes to catch a glimpse of his emerald green eyes.

“And what if I never want to let you go, darling?” He whispered back, pulling away from the crook in your neck.

“You won’t ever have to. However, I do want to give you something, and I do need to get up and get it,” A smile and a laugh made their way to your lips as his arms tightened their hold on you, and you brought your hands up to them, while placing a kiss on his lips, albeit at an awkward angle. Then, he let you go.

Quickly, you scrambled over to the coffee table, reaching over to grab the gift box and crawling back to your safe space: the dragon prince currently sitting on the floor of your living room.

As you leaned back into him, you held the box in your hands for him to reach around you and open it, and he smiled when he saw that it was a framed picture of you both. It was a silhouette picture of him bridal-carrying you, and he remembers that day:

You both were on a walk as the sun was setting, and you quickly stopped and said that you wanted to take a picture. When discussing what pose you should do, he proposed the idea of picking you up into his arms. You agreed, and you set the timer, and you jumped into his arms.

It was a memory that would seem insignificant to most, but to you both, it was a treasure that could never be replaced.

“I believe I have something for you as well, Child of Man. It will be okay if you refuse it at first, as I know it’s still fairly early in our courtship, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me,” With that preface, he used his magic to whip out a small green box. He held it for you to take, and you carefully opened it to reveal an emerald.

It was almost glowing, and it had you entranced.

“This is the heart of my hoard… or it was until you came into my life. The heart of a dragon’s hoard is its most precious treasure. Accepting it means you become my mate. I know that you are still young in your years, but I want you to have it eventually, if not right now. I want to see you wearing it around your neck so that I and everyone else knows you are my mate.”

Tears were brimming up in your eyes as you gently lifted the gem out of the foam, and you turned fully so that you could face the man that you loved with all your heart.

You placed it back in the box before nodding your head ‘yes’ and going in for a kiss, him meeting you halfway.

This was just the beginning of something wonderful, and you both could feel it.

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finkinthisfrew · 6 months

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TEACHER'S PET (Pt.5)

cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)

You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.

“Sit,” he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk.

“No,” he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. “Edge of the desk. Facing the window.”

Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.

“Miss Thompson,” he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. “You seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,” he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.

“”Well maybe if y-“ you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.

“That wasn’t a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Thompson?” He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.

“W-well, I,” you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you haven’t spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.

“You spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until it’s raw and squeezing your thighs together like I won’t notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class… yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to be…” he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.

“I want to be good for you,” you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. “Let me be good for you.” You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval.

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.

“Show me your homework,” he commands.

“What?” You ask, caught off guard.

“You heard me,” he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. “I’d like to grade your work,” he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing.

“Spread.”

You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.

“Ah-ah-“ he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. “Wider… That’s it,” he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. “Good girl,” he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.

A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core.

“How do you already look so fucked out?” He says quietly to himself in disbelief. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already moaning,” he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“I like pleasing you,” you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.

“A little slower- there you go,” he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but it’s still not enough, so you pout in frustration.

He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.

“Does it feel like it’s not enough?” He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.

“It’s never enough,” you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.

“How many times have you tried? Enough?” He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. He’s now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.

He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face

“Words, Miss Thompson,” he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.

“Too many,” you pant quietly, but your answer isn’t enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. “Every day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,” you list between moans, panting as you speak.

“And what do you think about?” He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.

“You,” you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. It’s not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.

“Well, naturally,” your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. “And you’ve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and you’re still not satisfied?” He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.

“No, it never feels right,” you groan in frustration at the feeling. “I need your help,” you whine. “I need you, Professor.”

“Ahhh,” he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. “You need some tutoring,” he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professor’s body at your erotic moans.

His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.

“Fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.

“Are you taking notes?” He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.

“More,” you complain in a low whine. “I need you- to fill me,” you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.

“I’m not done, yet, darling,” he coos as he leans into your ear. “I have to check your work first.” You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach.

“Look at you, writhing around all desperate for me,” he says, voice gravelly in your ear. “So eager… Do you want more, baby?”

“Yesss,” you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him.

“Of course you do,” he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin.

“My best student,” he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.

“Is this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?” He taunts you sweetly. “All those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.

“Ohhh, I see,” he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. “Had I known every time you said Professor you meant daddy…” his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. “Very good girl,” he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?” He coos sweetly.

“Yes- fuck, yes,” you reply exasperatedly.

“Yes, what?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever could’ve imagined.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. “I need you to,” you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.

“Well I have some unfortunate news for you,” he whispers in your ear. “You see, you’ve been very bad,” he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. “Traipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesn’t belong to me.”

You can’t help but groan at his possessive words- all you’ve wanted was to be his.

“Trying to tease me- trying to tempt me,” he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Hazel… And bad girls don’t get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,” he taunts as you whimper in frustration. “They don’t get to be pounded till they can’t walk anymore- till they can’t think anymore,” he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. “You haven’t earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,” he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria.

“How do I earn it?” You beg desperately through panting breath.

“Ohoho, my darling…” you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. “Did you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?” He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. “You’ve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?” He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, “You’re not going to touch my cock- you’re not going to feel my cock- you’re not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because you’re going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. I’ll be surprised if you don’t start touching yourself in classes after this… you’ll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. That’s a decent enough punishment, don’t you agree?” He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.

You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you can’t seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.

“No? You don’t agree?” He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.

“That’s my smart girl,” he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. “That’s my smart girl. Yes baby, you’re right,” he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. “You earned your punishment and you’re taking it so well for daddy.”

He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you don’t think you could remember your name if he asked you.

“Shhh, you don’t need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? That’s it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,” he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. “Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girl…” he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. “Are you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- that’s it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect… My perfect girl…” he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.

“Look at this pretty little mess you made for me,” he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him.

“Feel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?” He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. “Memorize that. Because you’re not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.”

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.

“You’re forgiven for your behavior,” he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. “But if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment won’t be nearly as pleasant for you,” he says without looking at you. “You’re dismissed.”

You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.

It didn’t make sense. Why didn’t he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldn’t make sense. He didn’t have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you home… That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didn’t even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasn’t as mutual as you’d thought it was…

A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.

A whimper.

You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadn’t been covered in newspaper.

Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same one’s he’d just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You can’t see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what he’s doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You can’t get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this you’d have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his desk…

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impala-dreamer · 1 month

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Not Your Fault

A Supernatural Story

~Something is in the air and your boss takes notice...~

Dean Smith x F!Reader

2,070 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Office Sex. Probably Illegal. All consensual.

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It wasn’t your fault, really.

Since you woke up that morning, you were wet; your panties worthlessly snuggled deep into your slit, blankets twisted around your legs. You need to be fucked, but no amount of self-pleasure made your predicament any better.

Late for work because the shower just felt too good, you tried to keep busy at your desk to make up for the lost time. Phones were ringing off the hook, emails were piling up, and your boss had two appointments that canceled on him, leaving him a little frazzled.

Despite the hectic day, you couldn’t help the arousal still throbbing inside of you. Your clit had a mind of its own, distracting you anytime you moved in your chair or walked to the copier. Even the tiniest brush of your skirt against your thighs made the wetness worse and by ten, you were sure there was a giant wet spot in your panties.

But it wasn’t your fault, not really.

There was just something in the air; maybe the moon was full. Whatever it was, you were totally distracted, totally mindlessly moving through the day with a deep ache between your legs.

Twice, you snuck away to the restroom to rub your pussy; your back against the cold wall, legs spread as wide as the stall would allow. Your bottom lip was dented by your teeth as you bit back moans of frustrated pleasure, trying to cum but failing each time.

It wasn’t your fault, not really.

One o’clock rolled by and most of the office had gone to lunch. You were about to go yourself, hoping to run home and sit on your vibrator for forty minutes or so when your boss called you into his office.

“Y/N? Got a second?”

Dean Smith sat behind his desk, green eyes glowing in the light from his laptop screen. He looked stressed, his tie loose around his neck, collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up. It had been a difficult few weeks, you knew, and he was starting to show the signs.

“Mr. Smith?” You smiled in the doorway when he finally looked up to acknowledge you.

His eyes ran quickly down your body and you could feel your nipples harden beneath your blouse. “Come in,” he said, “shut the door.”

You obeyed, quietly shutting the door and taking a seat in the chair across from him. The glare from the computer made him look ghastly, but he clicked it off even as the thought crossed your mind.

“Is...everything ok, Mr. Smith?” you asked, your mind reeling with a thousand anxious thoughts. Had you done something wrong? Did you miss a deadline sending out the TSK Reports?

He smiled and you relaxed almost instantly. “Everything’s...fine,” he said; deep voice filling the room and your head. He was gorgeous, so well groomed and immaculately dressed; you wondered vaguely what he smelled like. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“To me?” Your cheeks warmed and you felt your nipples harden as he looked at you. Did he know how wet you were? How desperate to cum?

Mr. Smith stood up and slowly came around the desk, perching on the edge next to you. “I couldn’t help but notice how distracted you’ve been all day.” There was no annoyance in his voice, no accusation, he merely stated a fact.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Smith, I-”

“Please,” he smiled, “Dean.”

Your heart was racing, his smile was too incredible. “Dean. I have been a little off today, I know, but I promise, I’m-”

He held up a hand, begging for your patience. “I think I know what’s been on your mind all day,” he said, leaning close to whisper in your ear. “It’s been on mine too.”

You sucked in a deep breath and his cologne hit you like a drug. It was heavy but sweet, spicy, and warm. It flowed through your system like wine and you bit your lip, trying not to moan. “And...what’s that?” you asked, trying to clear the desire from your head.

“Sex.”

You gasped. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on,” he teased, breath fanning your cheek as he pulled back slowly. “I’ve been watching you all day. You’re practically begging for it. It’s seeping from your pores. I can smell how wet you are, how aroused…”

Swallowing hard, you dared yourself to meet his eye and not whimper. “This is extremely inappropriate.”

Dean sat back all the way and held up his hands in surrender. His palms were so wide, his fingers so long and thick, the very idea of them inside of you made your head spin. “My apologies. I’ve misread the situation.”

He went to stand, but something inside you took over. Grabbing his left hand, you pulled it to you and pressed it against your breast.

“You didn’t misread anything,” you whispered. His fingers contracted over you, squeezing your tit gently. You moaned and he pounced, falling to his knees as he kissed you hard, his hot tongue slipping between your lips. He tasted of coffee and wintergreen and his hands were strong. You leaned into him, scooting to the edge of your chair, your legs spreading wide to accommodate his broad frame.

“I knew it,” he growled, lips trailing down your throat, making you dizzy. “I saw you out there, staring at nothing, rocking in your seat… the way you kept sneaking away to the restroom all day… I knew it.” He sucked hard on your pulse and slipped his right hand between your thighs and up beneath your skirt, making you gasp. “Made me so hard I could barely keep working. Just been staring at you all day.”

“Fuck...” Your chest was heaving. “Been so wet all day and I just…” His fingers teased at your pussy, rubbing hard against your soaked panties. “I can’t… I can’t cum.”

Dean left your throat and sat back, grinning wildly at your confession. “I think I can help you out there,” he said, licking his plump lips.

The arousal was overwhelming and you simply nodded, dazed by his touch and the gleam in his emerald eyes. “Please.”

Two warm fingers hooked around the elastic of your panties and you lifted your hips, helping him pull them away.

“Fuck, look at this beautiful cunt.” Dean sucked on his bottom lip as he stared, his mouth watering as you squirmed.

“Please,” you begged, leaning back in the chair and pushing your hips towards him. “Please. I need it so bad.” You squirmed and he chuckled, amused by your neediness.

“You do, huh?” His eyes fluttered up to yours; so beautiful, so devious.

You nodded quickly. “Please, Mr. Smith. Help me cum…”

A smile tickled the corner of his mouth and then he was gone, diving down between your thighs and lapping at the dripping arousal that coated your pussy lips. He hummed happily as your sweetness hit his tongue and buried his face deep between your folds.

You clung to the chair, thankful for the upholstered arms, thanking God that you’d shut the door. His mouth felt like fire on your cunt; his tongue was so soft yet somehow rough at the same time. It felt like years since someone had tasted you properly, and your boss was making all the right moves, devouring you for lunch.

His coiffed hair crunched a bit beneath your fingers as you reached down to grab him, to hold him still while you rolled your hips against his perfect face. He sucked hard on your clit and let you ride him while he snuck to manicured fingers deep inside your cunt.

“Fuck!” The orgasm hit you like a truck, slamming into you before you could draw a preparatory breath. It rolled your eyes and curled your toes, forcing your body to clamp down on his hand as a fresh flood of juices ran down into your ass and all over his hand. “Fuck. Fuck...fuck.”

“Oh, she’s got a nasty mouth on her,” Dean laughed, sitting back with a proud grin. He licked his lips clear of your sheen but kept his fingers slowly pumping inside of you.

Dizzy and still desperate, you agreed, nodding at him with wide, empty eyes and a slack jaw. “Yeah, so nasty.”

“Well, let’s give that nasty mouth something to do.”

He stood quickly and opened his slacks, letting the fancy leather belt hang by his hips. He wore pale blue silk boxers and his cock pushed firmly against the seam, reaching for you all by itself.

“Yes, Mr. Smith,” you teased, coming back to yourself long enough to scoot forward and take hold of his thick cock.

He chewed his lip as you pressed your lips to the tip and then jerked his hips forward, forcing his cock down your throat. He was heavy on your tongue and you gagged around him, your mouth flooding with spit that dribbled down your chin when he pulled back out.

“Oh, you’re fucking perfect,” he praised, reaching down to bundle your hair into one fist, keeping it out of your face. “We should have done this a long time ago.”

You hummed around his shaft and hollowed your cheeks, wanting to taste as much of him as you could. The hand in your hair grew tighter and Dean rocked his hips into you, fucking your mouth with a quickening rhythm.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Is that pussy as tight? I bet it is.”

Pulling back, you let him go with a tight, wet, pop of your lips. “Tighter.”

Dean growled and reached for you, his big hands stiff around your upper arms as he guided you upwards. He looked down at you with hunger in his eyes and spun with you, pushing you down onto his desk, your palms slapping hard against the mahogany top.

You moaned pitifully as your breasts crushed against the desk and spread your legs for him as he stepped up close. “Yes, please.”

“Oh, I like that,” he teased, gripping his cock and rubbing the swollen head against your slit. “Beg for it.”

“Please, Mr. Smith, please fuck me,” you whimpered. “Please, I need your cock so bad. Need to be fucked.”

He pushed inside with a grunt. “Yeah, you do, don’t you? The little office slut.”

“Yes!”

He filled you up perfectly, his thick cock swelling inside your cunt.

“Please…”

It was quick and rough. He slapped your ass as he fucked you into the desk, bruising your belly as he slammed into you again and again.

The big clock behind his desk ticked away the lunch hour and Dean used every last second to break you. Sounds of the office coming back to life permeated the seams of his door, but he paid them no mind, wrecking your cunt until you came again, pulsing hard on his cock. Breathless, you screamed into your forearm and bit down to keep quiet.

“Fuck, that’s it. Keep nice and quiet for me. Don’t want everyone to know what a slut you are.” He slammed into you once more. “Or do we?”

“Please!” Your pussy was aching, beyond sensitive as he kept going, deeper and deeper until you could do nothing else but cling to the desk and try to breathe.

Finally, Dean pulled out and slapped your ass. “Turn around.” He gripped his cock tight and you wobbled upwards, turning around to face him. “Down.” A hand on your shoulder urged you to your knees and you went willingly, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to receive his cum. “Such a good girl.”

He pumped his fist until he came, spilling hot ropes onto your lips that you sucked down happily. Dean slumped over you, bracing himself with his hands on his desk as you licked him clean, swallowing every delicious drop.

“Jesus Christ, you are amazing, you know that?”

With a final smack of your lips, you crawled away and stood up, quickly readjusting your clothing. You were a mess, but it would have to do; hopefully, you could sneak into the restroom to clean up before anyone noticed.

“Will that be all for now, Mr. Smith?” you asked, batting your eyes at him.

He turned and grabbed your arm, pulling you close. “For now,” he whispered before stealing one last kiss.

You were ten minutes late clocking back in, but it really, really was not your fault.

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hitomisuzuya · 7 months

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can we please have more servant Scaramouche smut plsss🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 hes so hot please I love dom serv scara it’s so hot

fem reader too

scenario is your choice

Dom!Servant!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Degradation. Choking. Dirty talk in the beginning.

Writing Dom!Scara is my absolute favorite 😳🤤

You and Scaramouche had a very interesting dynamic. He was your servant, sure, but sometimes, most times even, it looked reversed.

Scaramouche loved to wind you up verbally, especially during meetings. He loved to see you squirm, and try and concentrate while he whispered lewd things in your ear with his hand creeping up your thigh.

He smirked when he saw you glancing at his hand. He let out a soft, dark chuckle into your ear. "You are tensing up already, and my hand isn't even between your legs yet."

Your cheeks flushed, and you tried to ignore it. You fidgeted in your seat.

His tongue flicked out to lick the shell of your ear. Scaramouche had no shame in behaving like this. Your reactions were always just so good. "What's the matter, master," He sounded so condescending that it made your heart pound. "Are thoughts of my fingers filling your greedy cunt all you think about?"

You almost moaned outloud. Arousal was starting dampen your panties, your clit beginning to throb from the mere sound of his voice. And Scaramouche knew it. Drawing in a shaky breath, you moved your legs apart slightly for him under the table.

You felt his finger poke the side of your head. Someone had asked you a question. One you didn't even hear.

"Go ahead, answer them. Tell them how you would rather be cumming all over my fingers instead listening to his stupid question," He taunted, his hand groping up your thigh. Just to tease you, he grazed and rubbed the knuckle of his index finger against your clit outside of your underwear.

Your clothes were in shreds on the floor of your room. You were fucking yourself so perfect onto his cock as you bounced on it. One hand a bruising grip on your hip as he guided your pace. The fingers of his other hand were busy with pinching and rolling your nipples in a way that made your back arch.

Scaramouche swore every time he made you cum, you begged louder for him. A white ring had formed around his cock, a buldge poking up from how deep he was kissing into your sweet spot.

Drool pooled from your mouth, your moans bordering on pornographic as he held you down onto his cock, your body shaking as his cum ribboned inside of you.

"Please, I need to cum again, Scara! Please!" You pleaded, your body jerking in pleasure when he flicked your clit. Your hand flew to his wrist, bringing it to your throat as you tilted your head back.

"Showing your throat like a filthy whore," Scaramouche hissed, his indigo flashing with lust as he squeezed his hand around your throat to hear you struggle to moan. He didn't think he'd ever felt you cum harder than when his hand was wrapped around your pretty throat. "How does it feel be your servant's cock sleeve?"

How submissive you looked intoxicated him, making his cock throb with the need to fill your fuller than you already were. He harder he fucked you, the tighter you felt. He swore he practically saw Celestia when he felt your cunt clench around his cock while you squirted all over it.

You yelped feeling the sting of his hand across your ass after he let go of your throat. "So good! It feels so good! So good!" You cried out, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, tears of pleasure falling from your eyes.

It was like he was trying to fuck your words into you. He leaned up to give you a deep, opened mouth kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth. Putting a hand on your chest, he pushed you back onto the bed.

Scaramouche only pulled out of you for a few seconds, flipping you over onto your stomach. Tugging your hips up, he smacked your ass again before thrusting his cock all at once back inside of you.

Your high pitched mewl of pleasure sounded heavenly in his ears. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he yanked your head back. "Who's slut are you? Say it, say who is really in charge?"

"You! It's you, Scaramouche!" You moaned, your body feeling limp with pleasure when he let go of your hair to grip your hips possessively. You could feel his fingers pressing bruises into your skin, making you relax into his grip.

He shivered seeing you submit so completely to him. "Yeah, that's right. I'm in charge, you cock drunk slut," He groaned, hissing pleasure as more cum ribboned inside of you.

Your screams of pleasure mingled with his laugh echoed around the room, begging him for more while you creamed hard on his cock.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

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jinxedmuse · 8 months

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seventeen ot13 reaction + head cannon: if they had a black cat personality type s/o that showed affection (not so) subtly

authors note: hiii! enjoy these quick scenarios i wrote today bcs i realllyyy miss the boys! a lot of these were hard to write but i tried staying true to their personal ideal types + how the members like to receive affection! enjoy :,)

special dt to: @chwecandi mi new amiga! ty 4 being crazy over the boys with me 😭🫂

warnings: none, some kisses here & there but nothing suggestive, should be gender neutral, teeth rotting fluff <3

choi seungcheol: acts of service s/o

scoups knows you aren’t the outwardly affectionate type and respects that but he is such a baby boy :(

as the maknae of his family & yet the eldest + leader of 12 men he NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF FROM TIME TO TIME (almost all the time) !! he’d be coming home from work exhausted but craving your touch.

you’d give him the quickest peck on the cheek (right on his dimple) before pushing him towards the bathroom.

“why, whyyy, i wanna cuddle!!” he’d complain all pouty :(((

he opens the door and almost cries on the spot. you had prepared him a piping hot water bath with lavender scented epsom salt for any possible soreness and roses for extra hydration. his towel was already hung up as was his robe for when he got out.

he immediately turns back and looks at you like???? why are you the best person ever??? gives you kisses all over your face repeatedly, you tilt your head back trying to dodge some but you secretly loved it.

“okay cheollie get in before it gets cold, choo go away.” you’d complain.

he smiles and starts undressing himself at your order. he gets into the tub and lets out a pleasurable sigh, feeling instantly relaxed. you give a smile at the doorway, happy that your person was content. you’re about to close the door when he suddenly called your name.

“you’re not gonna join me?”

p.s (you joined him ;)

rest of members below!

yoon jeonghan: words of affirmation + acts of service s/o

you and jeonghan enter a new restaurant together. he had been excited, seeing an ad about it a few weeks before it’s opening and wanted to take you but he was too busy to ever make any reservations himself.

so, you had secretly done it yourself to line it up with his free schedule.

“booths or table?” the waiter ask and before jeonghan could answer you spoke up. “table, please.”

jeonghan pouted but followed the lead, heading to your table. “babe, i wanted the booths so i could be closer to you” he said as he sat down on the opposite side of you.

to be honest, you had always found couples who sat in booths up each others asses were frustrating to look at. maybe it’s just because you weren’t the biggest fan of physical touch.

and, today jeonghan had his short black hair styled so that he had slight layers and a bang. he was wearing a black button up with the sleeves rolled up. his black and gold yves saint laurent bracelet fully showing around his slightly veiny arm. you wanted to admire him face to face and the best way to do that was with tables.

so you told him that.

“i wanted you in my direct line of view. you look handsome.” you replied nonchalantly, focusing back on the menu.

he nearly got out his seat to give you a kiss then and there. yoon jeonghan was without a doubt, an insane visual. he was aware of the effect his looks had on people but he was so used to being called: beautiful, pretty etc, especially when he had his longer hair so this felt new. it made his heart flutter.

your words were always so straightforward yet no matter how long you had been dating, they always had an effect on him.

jeonghan put a hand over his heart, making sure it was still beating properly because he could’ve sworn it skipped a beat.

“y/n” he said your name gently, full of love. you looked up, confused at the sudden tone, there was a clear shift in the air that felt way too emotional for you.

“you know how much i love you, right?” he asked. it was a rhetorical question. you knew clear and through, and you had always made sure to let him know as well since too much of physical touch or pda made you slightly uncomfortable.

“i know, i do too.” you replied with a smirk. he was about to speak up once more but the waiter came up to your table, breaking the tension in the air.

hong joshua: gift giving s/o

“ahh babe, this is the third gift you’ve already given me in the last two weeks.” he adorably complained, looking at the new box sitting in front of him.

you pushed his head to the side before pointing at the box. “open it.” you ordered. excited for him to see what would be inside.

he complied, opening up the box and the smile never left his face. it was a perfume making set with customized bottles that had his name on them.

he was practically beaming from ear to ear. eyes almost disappearing as he smiled.

he looked adorable.

you wanted to say it but you always had a problem with cheesy things or just putting your words together in general. so you bought him things, anything he wanted, stuff he looked at for a second; just to see that smile.

joshua turned to embrace you, pulling you into a big hug. you hesitated for a moments before hugging back, hand patting his back slightly awkwardly.

“i really appreciate all this, and you most of all. seriously.”

your heart quite literally skipped a beat but you’d rather eat a 100k scorch level peoper before admitting that.

[a/n: didn’t really mention it but i feel like we all collectively know joshua is 100% the giving type as well >< !!]

wen junhui: quality time s/o

if you were a black cat, wen junhui was an orange one through and through. sure, your boyfriend looked cold but he was a cinnamon role embodied to you and his members.

always finding a new prank to play, new flirting technique he learned on the internet or simply finding any excuse to touch you. it was often overwhelming but you loved him regardless.

jun recently started feeling like he was annoying you, you could tell because whenever he’d be rambling about something he’d cut himself short on his own accord. you’d tell him to continue but he’d simply say it wasn’t important.

it hurt you that he felt that way and you wanted him to know that you didn’t find him annoying. you valued him and his company and didn’t mind if that came along with his constant tricks.

that’s why you called him over your apartment one day after his schedule. he came over, slightly worried because he usually had to make the first move to hang out.

you opened the door and there he was, standing in all his glory. you opened the door wider and he came through, instinctively going in for a hug which you allowed.

“soo..” he started shyly, looking around your apartment.

“what did you plan on doing today?” he asked you, meeting your eyes, searching to see if it would give away what you were scheming.

but you weren’t scheming anything, you simply missed your boyfriend.

“nothing, just missed your presence.” you replied coyly, looking down at your feet before looking back up at him and ohhhh boy was he smiling like a cheshire cat.

you made your way to you living room and flooped down on your couch, he followed behind you and watched you.

you patted the empty seat next to you while looking up at him.

“sit next to me, please.”

that’s all it took for him to practically leap onto the couch, claiming his space next to you. he pulled you into an embrace before settling down and laying his head on your lap.

kwon soonyoung: gift giving + physical touch

you had just left a restaurant with your boyfriend and you were now walking around your favorite secluded park.

you stop in your tracks once you remembered something, “oh right, i have something for you.”

hoshi looks at you, his pink lips forming into a pout. “well this is awkward because i have something for you too.” he’d say.

you pull out the gifs at the same time and you both can’t help but laugh, they were both jewelry boxes.

“ah kwon soonyoung, what am i going to do with you?” you asked teasingly, he’d be so exited like a cute hamster tiger, urging you to open his first.

you open it and sure enough, it’s a ring from the matching couple set the brand had to offer. he’d open yours and it was the necklace/chain version from the same brand.

“i think we’re actually meant to be” he’d say in suchhhh a serious tone it’d make your heart flutter.

“yeah right, as in fate?” you’d say walking away, (after putting on your gifts of course >:( !!), when he’d suddenly tug you back into him.

a warm embrace on a cold winter day, he places a gentle kiss on your head before releasing you and you can’t help but smile.

he truly knew how to make you the shyest person on earth.

jeon wonwoo: words of affirmation? (he talks x you listen) + quality time

jeon wonwoo had a cold and quiet persona but those close to him knew it was all but true.

he was silly, loving when people reacted well to his jokes. he loved learning or reading something new and rushing to tell his loved ones (you) his new learned information, most of all, he loved interactive video games.

he had invited you over about 2 hours ago and you guys were currently sitting on his couch, playing a newly released game side by side.

while you were playing, he had been rambling on about his day. everything from what time he had to wake up, rehearsals, how there was a new makeup artist, comeback concept, and even the last joke hoshi made as they were leaving set.

making sure not to leave anything out even as he concentrated on the game.

it was no longer you turn during the game so while he was wrapping up his story you took a hand and brought it up to his head, petting his hair gently before letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck for a second.

“you’ve been working so hard. you’re doing really well. i’m beyond proud of you woo.” is all you’d say before retreating your hand and picking up your controller once more.

he looked at you, a warm feeling in his stomach. ever since he got with you, he truly learned what (romantic) love was.

“i’m so glad you’re mine.” he’d reply, his cute smile taking over his face before he’d focused back on his game.

[a/n: K!LL ME NOW I WANT HIM SO BAD??\€£\ okay u may continue]

lee jihoon: quality time/physical touch (+ acts of service if u squint)

composer s/o x producer woozi

are you kidding me? this man is head over heels in love with you. and he’s very apparent about that, in his own way.

you guys are both black cats so the whole pda and overally affectionate aspect is out the window but behind closed doors? in the confines of your own houses/studios?

whole different story.

you guys compose and produce music with one or the other on each others lap. gently playing with each others hair, rubbing each others stomach, and sometimes he massages your thigh. nothing inherently sexual about it, he just loves touching you. doesn’t even realize he’s doing it sometimes.

when you’re too busy to see each other he’d ask you to send him a voice note and you would (so confused?) next thing you know he adds it to the beginning or ending of a song he’s working on. adding it to your private mixtape for each other :(

when he’s working too hard, you’d sneak into his studio, keeping him company quietly. you’d place a energy drink and some food by him, patting his hair before giving him a gentle peck on the cheek.

“you’re working hard, take care of yourself as well babe. call me when you’re done, i reserved (seats/tickets/etc) for us around (insert time)”

he’d literally melt???

lee seokmin: acts of service + words of affirmation

you guys are sooooo grumpy x sunshine coded :(((((

oh heavens, he loves u sm like it’s BAD for him??? GET UP DK!

you’d be exiting a restaurant and notice he’s a bit too tall for the walk way door thingy (spare me) so you’d go on your tippy toes and have your hand over it, protecting his head in case he hit himself.

(his heart nearly exploded at the action please let him rest)

it’d be cold outside and he’d have no gloves. you give him one of yours (albeit his hands are wayy bigger) but he’d still be so grateful.

with both your gloveless hands, you’d take them and put them in your pocket. keeping them away from the cold.

(he blushed so bad he litch got warm, give him a warning?)

one day while taking pictures, he didn’t like how any of them turned turned out. you aren’t (really?) on social media so you couldn’t understand the dynamics of the right angle, right lighting and his need to capture the “perfect bf material pic”

whatever that meant??

you let him complain all he wanted but you get annoyed the second he even ATTEMPTS to slander his looks (absolute blasphemy in your books!)

“my (insert body part) makes me look a littl-“ before he can even finish his sentence you cut him off.

“it makes you look too handsome. you’re right, don’t post he pics; i’m not ready to keep sharing my boyfriend with the world.” you’d say in the most seemingly serious tone??? (you were being 100% serious)

he dropped his phone onto the couch, no longer caring about the pictures and pulled you down onto him. the biggest smile on his face as though he won the lottery.

“it hurts how much i love you.” he’d say.

kim mingyu: also acts of service + words of affirmation

husband material gyu 100% loves getting taken care of after (also) having to cook and clean for/after his members who tease him relentlessly (pos i swear!!)

he’d come home sooo tired after a long day of filming content, all he wanted to do was sleep.

you’d be too busy to greet him at the door. in the kitchen, cooking him his favorite comfort meal for the night.

he comes in the kitchen, giving you a back hug as you finished up the last dash.

“i knew i smelled something delicious, my favorite person cooking my favorite meal.”

he attempts to give you a kiss but you had honestly felt stuffy from being in the kitchen so long and your face was kinda sweaty “ahhh gyu noo, at least let me shower first” you’d complain, letting him hug you but pulling your head away.

he’d pout but understand, backing up to give you your space. you’d turn around seeing him pout, God was it adorable but you stood your ground.

“also, the bed is already made and i have some comfortable clothes laid out for you once you’re done eating & your shower.”

he’d smile so lovingly like what did he do to deserve you??? and his heart grows even fonder once you said:

“tell me about your day over dinner, you’ve been doing so much and i’m super proud but i’ve missed you.”

if he worshipped anyone it would 100% be you. you were his knight in shining armoire especially after long days like this.

xu minghao: quality time + acts of service

you guys are adorably in love with each other i’m jealous! he paints you so much (+places you’ve been tg & etc) that he could practically open up a museum of his fondest memories of you.

you weren’t so bad at the art either so one day you decided to surprise him.

you didn’t even hear him once he came home.

“babe?” he’d call out in the cutest voice, looking for you. he needed to recharge and you are 100% his vitamin.

he’d find you in your office working on a painting of??? him??? if his heart could grow any bigger for you it just did.

“wow, i think i’m in love with you?” his voice would startle yo, pulling you out of your train of thoughts while painting.

“oh hey ming” is all you’d say with a timid smile before returning to your work.

“well, i’ll let you finish up” he’d but you almost get whiplash from how fast you turned around.

“no! i have some nido soup i made earlier in the pot. it should be still kinda warm. heat yourself some and pull up a chair next to me.”

(his heart just did a back flip btw)

he smiled ohhhh so beautifully yk that one smile he does when he’s looking at the members fondly? yeah that one ughhh :(

boo seungkwan: words of affirmation

boo is wayyyy more sensitive then he lets on. he needs all the love and support you have to offer because our boy works hard :(

since you can’t see each other often because of all his promotions, you had an idea! a very cheesy one but an idea nonetheless!

you had a heart shaped jar, on it you wrote “for me boo: seungkwan” . inside the jar were 100 exact folded sticky notes filled with things you absolutely adored about him.

small things from how cute he looked when he scrunched up his nose when he laughed to deeper things only the two of you spoke about on late night, reminders that you truly paid attention to him.

now a part of you was physically in pain from this but oh the moment you thought about how happy he would be you didn’t care how sappy it was.

you gave it to his manager to give it to him after one of his shoots. he opened it in the car, reading one was all it took for him to start balling.

he called you right after and immediately planned a date night, suddenly not being able to handle the absence of your presence ;(

(you found out he keeps these with him at all times whenever he needs a pick me up)

chwe vernon hansol: words of affirmation

like big time HELLO SHOWER HIM IN PRAISE FOR THE BEAUTIFUL BOY HE IS ??? (but also don’t overwhelm him!! be the smooooth ass mf ik u are!)

you guys are chilling on his couch, watching his newly released music video. his head on your lap as you played with his ear (which he’s absolutely smitten over but it’s hard for him to admit that)

his part comes up and your heart rate litch goes faster the moment he’s on the screen.

“you look really good in this shot.” you’d say, trying to keep your cool and collected composure.

“oh yeah?” he’d reply. no longer looking at the video but positioning himself to where he’s looking at you.

you continue talking, avoiding eye contact because you know you can’t handle the way he looks up at you with his pretty brown eyes through his long lashes.

“yeah. your voice and your style of rap is cool, it makes me want to constantly rewind just to see it again. i’m proud of all the work you do, i wish you could appreciate yourself the way i do you.”

and ohhhh my?? if you didn’t have his heart before (which you did) you CERTAINLY had it now!

if you picked him up, he’d probably be a pile of mush. to say your words had an effect on him was an understatement.

you as a whole rocked his world. undoubtedly.

lee chan: quality time + acts of service

you entered the practice room quietly, trying not to disturb the younger guy but he immediately turns around. a big smile on his face as soon as he sees you.

“baby, i missed you!” he’d say with the CUTEST face ever might i add???

you smiled and held up both your hands, takeout in one and drinks in the other.

“you’ve been copped up in here almost all day, i got you some stuff.” you’d say. he knew you weren’t trying to baby him although you were older, just worried that you boyfriend hasn’t fed himself properly today.

“i know i know, i have a new choreo i wanna learn for danceology”

you looked at him with fondness, he truly worked so hard. it was nothing but admirable.

“well then don’t mind me, i’ll sit over there” you pointed to in front of the mirror. you wanted a full view of him working his magic.

“you wanna watch me dance?” he’d ask all cutely (yk how when he was a question for one of the older members :(???)

you nodded, small smile on your face and he got sooo excited! he can do something he loves in front of the person he loves and then eat some food he loves???? triple win!

[a/n: he is the cutest ever i Want to bash my head into a wall also thank you so much if you read all i hope i destroyed ur view of parasocial relationships 🙂! stay safe & enjoy ur day/night!!!!! xoxo]

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