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lace & luxury | kim taehyung

summary: Money, Money, Money, must be funny in the rich man’s world. At least that’s how you feel working day and night to make end’s meet and still never having enough. Out of nowhere you get roped into a give and take relationship with a very powerful fashion designer who shows you the way into a life of luxury and lingerie. You’ve become his muse and in exchange he’s become your source of pleasure and riches. It’s a rich man’s world and you’re living in it.

➣ genre/au: sugar daddy!taehyung x exotic dancer!reader [she/her, female anatomy], taehyung aged up

➣ 13.6k words

warnings: smut. tae is 31 oc is 21. a lot of teasing. mention of NDAs. he’s a bit cold to everyone else. oc is an exotic dancer. oc dances on Tae a couple times. Tae adores oc. lavishes in gifts. protected sëx. oc is confident af. oc has belly button piercing. Tae is very handsy. jk and Hobi are oc’s besties so a lot of locker room talk between the three. oral [f receiving].m. multiple positions. missionary. mating press. and riding. an open ending but also I feel like y’all know what’s gonna happen

THE BILLIONAIRE’S CLUB

Money does not buy happiness.

Money does not bu—

“Fucking hell,” you groaned in annoyance as you hit the machine in front of you. The vending machine seemed to mock you with its silence even as you pushed the button for your drink a dozen times. There was a clear sign above that said not to hit the machine yet here you were beating the shit out of it with your foot.

Three dollars. It just took three dollars and refused to give you your drink. What a fucking con.

Money doesn’t buy happiness but you know that if you had that nice and refrigerated fizzy drink right now you would be at least .05% happier than you are now. With a defeated sigh you gave the vending machine one final ‘fuck you’ and left. Listen, you’re not a moody person [not usually] but you’re stressed, broke, and hungry… and now annoyed.

“You’re stressing over a drink or three dollars? I can’t tell,” Jungkook asked you as you stood at the entrance to work still thinking about earlier, “Go get a drink from Hobi and once you get on stage you’ll make more than 3$ quickly. No biggie.”

“It’s about the morals, Kook,” you sighed, “In this country even the vending machines are capitalists, taking money from the poor and not giving us anything in return.”

“It’s fine, you take money from horny rich people, speaking of which if you don’t go get ready, boss will throw a fit,” Jungkook said, pushing you forward and cutting your talk short. You whined in frustration as you did as told and headed to the dressing room.

You were a bit dramatic, you know you were. It was just three dollars but damn did that piss you off. You haven’t eaten a single thing since you were working a full day waitressing and now you’ve got to get on stage and dance on an empty stomach. You just paid rent and your stupid student debt bills and now you’re very broke. After tonight you’ll surely have way more money but it doesn’t change the fact that this is a common problem you have.

During the day you waitress and at night you dance at an exotic club where the clients treat you like some dress-up doll they touch whenever they want and stuff crumpled dollar bills in your lingerie because they think it’s sexy. You loved to dance, that was not the problem, it was the people you danced for and why you did it. If you had the money to finish off school you would have a degree by now in fashion marketing but instead you’re stuck with two jobs struggling to pay off loans and reach ends meet. It was exhausting.

“I heard about your drink dilemma,” Hoseok said apologetically as you got to the bar already dressed in lingerie waiting for your cue. He handed you a glass meant for whiskey filled with the fizziness of caffeine and you thanked him profusely before chugging it down.

“But if it makes you feel better, a group of very wealthy looking young men just walked into V.I.P,” he added. You released a content sight as you handed him the empty glass, “I’m not in the mood to be groped tonight.”

“So just the stage? Got it,” he said and you gave him a soft smile as you heard your stage name be called and you left.

“You need to loosen up, get some inspiration even,” Jimin said with a chuckle as he led Taehyung by the shoulders into the red night club. He’ll admit it’s above his expectations but at the end of the day — or night — it’s still an exotic club with women in lingerie unlike he’s ever seen. He should be used to it by now but he’s not. He’s too stressed to even enjoy whatever his friends had planned for him tonight.

“How about that one?” Jimin asked pointing to a dancer who was currently sitting on the lap of an older man wearing the ugliest Rolex watch Taehyung has ever seen. He just shook his head and kept his gaze forward as they went to a V.I.P section close to the stage.

Here’s the thing, Taehyung is new to all of this but at the same time he isn’t. Being the eldest grandson of the one and only original creator of the luxurious lingerie brand, Erotes: Sexy, Sensual, & Surreal, you would think he’s more used to this by now and he is. He’s used to the designs and fashion shows that his grandmother and mother would put on but to be the one in charge of it all now? That’s an entirely different ball game and he’s failing miserably to come up with something for the spring catalog. In truth, his younger sister should have been the one to take over but unfortunately that wasn’t the case and now they’re both unhappy with the outcome. He’s 31, he’s thankful to be able to get in the position he’s in at the head of his own empire but he’s just struggling. How is he supposed to find inspiration to follow their footsteps?

“Next up is the loveliest of them all, Venus, with her sensual movements you’ll have no choice but to fall to your knees, worshiping her like the goddess she is.”

You nearly gagged on stage at your intro as the lights went black and you stood at the center of the stage ready to walk forward when the song started. To clarify, you didn’t choose the stage name.

Some bottle girls brought expensive liquor to their section but Taehyung wasn’t paying attention anymore. He’s not sure when he tuned out how the night was going until you came out on stage. It wasn’t your introduction that drew him in but it was the sudden shift in the air that made him take in what was going on. The lights had gone off with only a red and blue hall above your head and it was the first time he took notice in one of the dancer’s he’s seen tonight.

He didn’t know where to look first, his eyes went from your feet which were in tall crystal heels to the length of your smooth legs before stopping at the first hint of lingerie he could see. You wore baby pink panties under a sheer babydoll dress and you looked simple yet elegant, like the stage was where you belonged. Your hand trailed up from your thigh to your stomach lifting the frill fabric for anyone’s watching eyes and he watched you dance, entranced for the first time tonight.

The lingerie was cute, it was simple and appealing to the eye but it wasn’t for you. He could see it in your strong gaze, this wasn’t right for you. You should be in a dark color that matched your strong presence and the desire you brought upon whoever watched you. You needed something that showed more, less concealing. He can picture you in a garter belt, pearls around your neck maybe…

The way you moved seemed to captivate every single person in the room and Taehyung especially.

By the end of your performance Taehyung watched you walk off stage and it’s the same confidence you put formed and the energy immediately changed when you were gone. He hadn’t realized how focused he was on your dance until he released the breath he had been holding in.

“Getting inspo yet?” Jimin joked as he snapped Taehyung out of his trance with a pat on his leg.

When Taehyung first took over Erotes, everyone expected a lot of changes. The company went from being owned by generations of women to now the first man in charge and not a lot were comfortable considering the lingerie was specifically for women and those others who would choose to wear it—very clearly not Taehyung. He knew he would face a lot of challenges and that’s what’s happening right now.

He wants to create a line of lingerie that the wearers [whoever that maybe, biologically female or not] would feel comfortable in. He doesn’t want to make it simply for the male gaze, he wants the wearer to feel comfortable and sexy and proud of their body. It probably isn’t much help that the person who had suddenly inspired him to create is an exotic dancer but something about you just caught his attention.

He’s solely looking at you from a designer’s point of view and he’s picturing that some of the company’s target audience would be people like you. Of course he’s going to create pieces for those who would just like to feel sexy at home or under their work clothes, but he needs to find inspiration first.

That is the sole reason why he went back to the gentlemen's club a couple nights later all by himself. The atmosphere seemed to fit what he was looking for too and he just needed to be in the element and in the presence of someone he considers sexy.

By the time he arrived it was late and since it was a weekday there weren’t that many people there. Business was good, just not as busy as on weekends but it worked in his favor. When he asked for a private dance they directed him to a red room where all he had to do was wait patiently for you to come in.

To be honest, you were a bit annoyed to do the private dance. Usually the ones who request are young arrogant men who don’t pay enough for what they get and if that wasn’t the client then it was typically some old ass dirty sleazebag who needs Viagra to keep it up. You definitely weren’t expecting for a man who looked like a God to be sitting there on the red velvet couch, dressed in a Dolce & Gabbana suit and had sandy blonde hair. He looked arrogant but for a reason, look at him. He was lounging comfortably on the seat with his arms stretched out on the back of the couch holding a glass of whiskey. His legs were spread in a manly way and his shoes shined even in the darkness.

You didn’t say anything when you walked in but the silk robe you wore simply slipped off your shoulders as the music began and exposed your lingerie to his hungry eyes. He raised his glass to his lips as he watched you let it fall to the floor and saunter over to him. You fell to your knees before him and your manicured hands skimmed over his thighs making his legs open just a little more to make room for you. Neither of you have spoken but for the moment it didn’t feel like you needed to.

The room was a little foggy too but Taehyung could see you very clearly as you pushed up against his thighs until you were standing back up and his eyes locked on yours when you swung a leg over his lap and swayed to the music. His fingers twitched with the urge to touch but he kept himself composed as he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Venus,” you used your stage name for obvious reasons as you situated yourself on his lap. Taehyung wasn’t aware of his moving hand until he was just inches away from touching your waist when you grabbed it and pressed it into the couch. Your breasts pushed against his chest as your fingers locked with his and you whispered into her ear, “You can look but don’t touch.”

“Got it,” he said breathlessly and he really did understand. He knew the rules and honestly he was unaware of what his hand was trying to touch until you called him out on it. He watched you closely as you arched your spine back and his eyes caught on the shiny reflection of your belly button ring and he hated to admit he’s a lot more turned on than he thought he would be.

He honestly was just interested in seeing what you wore tonight but he couldn’t even think about that right now when your body looked so appetizing to him. “Have you ever modeled before?”

You had your back to him now as he watched you bend forward and present yourself to him and once again he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching when you showed off your flexibility. You gave him a simple response as your hand came to the back of his neck and your back pressed against his chest to grind on his lap, “No.”

“Would you want to?” He asked in a whisper when you pulled on his neck tie harshly. His suit would have wrinkles now but he does not mind one bit. You laughed softly and he even liked the sound of that more than the music, “No.”

“I’ll pay you for it.”

“You’re paying for this, isn’t that enough?” You asked with your face just an inch away from his that he could feel the heat run between you.

“It’s far more than enough and yet I still want so much more, Venus, I think you would be a perfect model for me,” Taehyung said honestly, “Since the first time I saw you I wanted to see you in my designs.”

“And here I thought you wanted a dance because you found me attractive,” you teased. He was a client of the club and you should just treat him as such but he’s very attractive and he listened to you when you told him not to touch. Most men would still try and catch a feel even after being warned.

Taehyung released a breathy laugh, “Oh I find you absolutely irresistible but I’m sure that’s not something you don’t hear on a regular basis. I think you know your effect on others especially when you dance like this.”

You smiled, content enough that this God of a man found you irresistible, “What kind of model?”

“Lingerie, a boudoir shoot if you will,” Taehyung said but you wanted to play a little longer and his time was almost up.

“Not interested,” you said seductively and though your rejection stung, the way you said it made his growing arousal all the more prominent.

When his time was up he paid for the 140$ fee for a private dance and when he was ready to tip you and give you the money you let him slip it into the waistband of your panties and with that he left. You took out the money, surprised to count a total of 800$ just for you.

“I’ve never wished I had a pussy before in my life.”

You and Hoseok looked at Jungkook completely speechless as the three of you stood around the ivory box that was delivered to the club. It was from your client the other night and when you told Jungkook that he seemed annoyed.

One, he was mad you got tipped so much for a simple dance and second, that you just got a custom lingerie set designed specifically for you by a billionaire. You only know this because he left the Erotes business card there along with a couple hundred more with a note that said, ‘If you’re interested, come visit me.”

“I smell Sugar Daddy in the air,” Hobi finally said after the long silence that followed an envious Jungkook. To be honest, none of you knew much about the company until Jungkook went ahead and searched it up only to find a picture of the man you danced on just a few nights ago tied to an article titled, ‘the newly appointed CEO of Erotes Lingerie, Kim Taehyung.’

They brought your box over from the club and being their nosy selves, they wanted to see what you got.

The two were at your shitty, run down apartment where the three of you have been talking shit about your main boss all day. There’s nothing specifically wrong with the guy other than the fact that’s he’s a fucking cunt who steals from his dancers and never cares for it a man gets too touchy unless Jungkook has to kick them to the curb. You were all just tired of him.

“Go see what he’s gotta say,” Jungkook said with a smirk, “I’ll even drive you there and if he offers you money just remember how supportive your bestie was.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, “Should I?”

That’s how you ended up in front of the skyscraper before you. Erotes was your typical gray building on the outside but there were hues of red lights basically oozing out of the window panes. It felt otherworldly and stepping inside felt like you were stepping into an Oasis on Mount Olympus. There were large statues of Greek gods and goddesses of love inside and the red and yellow lights seemed to set the mood in the corporate building. You walked right up to the front desk with absolutely no clue on what to say that you found yourself stuttering.

“Uh, um, can I speak to Kim Taehyung?” You immediately wanted to slap yourself for the way you just asked to see the CEO OF THE COMPANY and clearly the receptionist wanted to do the same considering she looked you up and down unimpressed before looking back to her computer. You waited for her to say something but after a minute or two she looked at you as if confused why you were still standing in front of her desk.

This time you couldn’t help but scoff at her rude behavior and reached into your purse for the card. You slid the business card across her desk and looking annoyed, she picked it up and looked it over. You smiled, “Now can I speak to Kim Taehyung?”

“Not if you don’t have an appointment,” she smiled tightly and you mirrored her expression. “So can you set an appointment then?”

“For what reason?”

“You can ask him when you set the appointment since he’s the one who told me to come here, or I can just leave and the next time I see him I can let him know how I tried to see him but I was refused,” you smiled and with a clenched jaw she finally picked up. You were bluffing because in truth you didn’t know if he would see you again or it he would just give up on whatever he’s trying to gain but it scared her enough to finally call whoever she needed to.

“What’s your name?”

“Venus,” you said, “That's all.” With another look at you from head to toe she muttered the name to the person on the phone and hung up shortly after. She flashed you another fake smile and said, “Alright follow me.”

You went up the elevator to the 100th floor which meant a long and uncomfortable ride with this snobby receptionist who kept glancing at you like she couldn’t understand why the man upstairs wanted to see you and in truth you weren’t sure either. His secretary gave you the same judging look as she knocked on Taehyung’s large office doors and honestly you didn’t get it.

It was clear you weren’t his girlfriend or anything so what was their deal? Unless he was just some rich guy already engaged or married and they knew you weren’t the wife… maybe you should check that, men are trash anyway—especially ones with a lot of money. When the receptionist left with Taehyung’s secretary you awkwardly stood in front of you as she typed away, “He’s in a meeting, go ahead and sit over there.”

With a small huff in annoyance you took a seat at one of the waiting chairs not far from the front desk. There was a stack of lingerie magazines but you didn’t bother going through them as you got on your phone instead to text your closest friends.

you: im too poor to be in here

hobi: did they check ur bank acc and see u only have 2.75$ in there?

you: fuck u

kook: is he wrong tho

you: no

you: anyway idk I’m getting bad vibes from the employees

hobi: ask if they’re libras and if they say yes you better run

kook: true. I don’t trust libras

“It was great seeing you again Tae, we need to get together for drinks like old times.”

You looked up for a split second to watch a beautiful tall blonde leave his office as he held the door open for her. She had sparkles in her eyes that made you want to gag at the thought of ever looking at a man like that. You visibly cringed and looked back down to your phone and waited until he was done.

you: oh god I’m scared. I’m about to go in

kook: remember that he’s just a man

hobi: ^ a very rich one who made u clothes for dancing on him

kook: yes that too

“I’ll have to see if it fits into my schedule,” Taehyung finally said back seemingly unmoved by her flirtatious smile and as he was out the door with her his eyes shifted to you making you look up. He didn’t send another glance her way as he asked, “Ready?”

You released a sigh as you finally got up from the chair and walked past the shocked blonde like you’ve been here before. Being a dancer meant you needed confidence — or at least pretend like you had it — so that’s how you acted most of the time. Also, he’s a member of the club and at the end of the day you’re still just an exotic dancer who doesn’t have a place in this building meeting with the CEO.

Taehyung is a little surprised at the sight of you. Well, for clarification, he had hoped you would take him up on his offer but he’s just surprised to see you outside of your normal dancing attire. It’s not that he expected to see you dressed provocatively out in public but… well you simply just looked pretty. You wore a plain long skirt that fit your body nicely and a plain fitted long sleeve and regular heels. Your hair was even pinned back in a cute way and it caught him off guard. He looked over to his secretary who was pretending not to watch as he held the door, turning the lock for privacy and following you in.

You looked around the space, his single office was bigger than a studio apartment. There was no need to have so much space especially if it was big enough to have an entire statue of aros. It was obnoxious, kind of. You could see Taehyung’s suit hanging on a hook and all he wore was a navy blue button up long sleeve tucked into black slacks and a belt. The sleeves were even rolled up and the tie seemed just a bit loose. He looked at you, “You received my gift already? I thought maybe you would get it tonight.”

“Someone brought it to me,” you told him as you stood behind his large glass coffee table, “Did you not want to see me?”

He released a small scoff, “On the contrary, it’s a pleasant surprise, I am curious to know what you think.”

“About the lingerie? Yeah, you designed it?” You asked. He nodded, “As you can see this is a lingerie company and I’m the new appointed CEO and designer. The only problem is that I can’t seem to find any inspiration for original and unique designs. I actually was made to go to the club and well that’s when I saw you and I’ll admit, you were very captivating and for some reason I was able to visualize you in a set.”

“Really?” You asked, genuinely surprised. You knew you were at least somewhat attractive but you didn’t think it was enough for someone to design something for you. He said it so confidently and professional like this was just some sort of business meeting for him and in truth this is not what you had in mind when he gave you his business card. You assumed he wanted to try and gain something with the lingerie like give him a private show. The only reason why you had come is because of how good of a tip he left you and why he gave you the gift.

“Yes, that’s why I would have liked it if you modeled for me,” Taehyung said as he rounded the table to get closer, “I mean you seem to wear lingerie confidently and from what I can see now is that you also seem confident in ordinary clothes—is that second hand?”

Your jaw nearly dropped as he read you like a book and you looked down, “Yes? How’d you know?”

Taehyung moved on instead of answering, “Did you bring the gift?”

“Yes.”

He looked around you like he would suddenly find the white box he sent his gift in but all he could see was you. So Taehyung couldn’t help but let his eyes run along the length of your body as he came to a realization and his eyes seemed to widen with peaked interest, “Is that so? Would you be willing to show me?”

A small smile to your face as you nodded, “Of course, I thought that was the whole reason why you wanted to see me.”

He watched as you began to strip your clothes from him right there in the middle of his office just letting the clothes fall. You made sure he was watching too and he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. It was exactly how he pictured it would look. He found himself looking around as if the idea of having a woman undress in his office and looking damn good in it was a crime. Not necessarily a crime, but enough to raise questions but he sort of liked that. He locked the door so it’s not like his secretary can barge in and he doesn’t have any meetings till later.

“Well?” You asked completely undressed aside from the lingerie. It was a simple black bodysuit made of lace with embroidered leaf and vines that met over the valley of your breasts down to your navel where the lace didn’t wrap around. The only thing that kept the lace together were those vines down the middle. The straps were made of silk black ribbons that continued into the cups of your breasts where a clip rested in the middle to undo the top. It seemed plain but the lace had small shimmers of glitter that shined the same way your belly button piercing did. It hugged all your curves in the right places and you fit it so well.

Taehyung just nodded, assessing you with a tight lip smile, “Looks amazing.”

“The lingerie?” You questioned even if it was very clear he was talking about that. This man seemed strange to you. You knew people in the fashion world could be eccentric and creative but this was the first guy you’ve ever met more pleased by the lace you wore rather than the body that wore it. Taehyung’s gaze shifted to your face, “No. The wearer.”

He came up to you, finger lightly tracing the silk strap and sliding it under so it grazed your skin too. You tilted your head to the side, an innocent gaze in your eyes as you looked up at him, “Is that all you needed me for? To dress me up?”

Taehyung’s finger traced up toward the curve of your tilted neck and jaw not yet touching but you could feel the heat from it, “Not the only thing, but I’m too tempted to touch you right now and I know that’s off limits.”

“You’re not a guest of the club right now, are you?” You asked softly. Listen, you knew how to play the game. You knew exactly how you should act to have a man entranced and that’s how you get tipped so well. The amount of money he gave you the other night was enough to cover rent and if you had to find a way to make him tip you again, you will. There’s a reason you became a dancer.

“I’m not,” Taehyung softly said back to you, “So what now?”

“Now you sit,” you lightly pushed at his chest until he was walking backward toward the couch. There was no music playing so it felt a bit awkward for you still yet the second you moved closer to him, he took the initiative to guide you onto his lap as you said, “No music? How am I supposed to perform?”

You were teasing him a bit but he didn’t seem to mind as you straddled his lap, feeling his fingers trace along your ankles toward your thighs, hips, waist, and then linger along your rib cage. Taehyung was too busy looking at your body in his design to care for music, “Do we need it?”

He looked up just as you gave him a smile and said, “Without music it feels too close to sex.”

“Mm,” Taehyung hummed in response. You slowly began to move on his lap and now that he could touch he didn’t hold back. He was still gentle but his hands did come forward to graze your covered breasts before running down the exposed front. You also played with the collar of his navy blue button up, pulling on his tie slowly ready to stop if he wanted you to. “What’s your name?”

“Venu—“

“Your real name,” Taehyung said, feeling his breath hitch when you fully yanked his tie open and pulled him closer. You flashed him a smile that showed the whites of your teeth, “Do you really want to know?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but scoff with a small chuckle, “It’s only fair, you know my name is Kim Taehyung. Now can I know yours?”

“Y/n,” you said as you moved to get off his lap but his strong hand held you in place, not hard enough to feel like he’s forcing you, but enough to know he didn’t want you leaving. You made yourself comfortable once more running your hands up his shirt untucking it and making him look like a complete mess of a CEO. Taehyung just let you too, his hands did move up your rib cage until his thumbs pushed against your breasts but other than that he was letting you lead. Once again it’s like you’re back in the red room with him under you as you perform.

“Y/n,” he repeated as he guided your hips however you moved them. Taehyung will admit, he’s turned on by the whole thing but there’s just no way he couldn’t be, right? You’ve stripped down to what he designed for you, sitting pretty on his lap and he can’t help but want to get closer… it’s only natural.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“22,” you told him and you could see the surprise on his face but you already knew his age since your friends looked him up earlier and you found yourself saying, “But I like them a little older.”

Listen, you have rules as an exotic dancer and performer set for your safety and comfort specifically. You keep things professional when you’re at work and if you run into anyone outside of it you simply act oblivious. You very rarely visit any client unless booked for an event and usually you aren’t alone. You never let them get too touchy or personal yet here you are letting him in all because Taehyung was undeniably attractive and wealthy with some sort of interest in you.

Neither one of you seemed to notice the way you both leaned closer until your lips brushed against his suddenly. Taehyung did pull away as he whispered, “Model for me.”

“I don’t have time,” you whispered back, “I have two jobs.”

There was just a small hint of a kiss but it wasn’t long enough to be worth anything and he said, “I’ll pay better than both.”

You smiled and without much thought into what you were doing, you finally kissed him. Taehyung didn’t need any sort of push to be curling his fingers into your hair and kissing you back deeply. It was an intimate kiss, needy and wet. You had a limp hand on his chest nearly touching his tie and his free hand was down on your thigh. Just as your fingers began to slide toward the buttons of his shirt, a loud ringing cut into the room making you jump in surprise.

Just before you could pull away, Taehyung’s tongue licked along yours drawing a light sound out of you as he chose to ignore the ringing. You figured if he was ignoring it then you would too for the time being and soon enough it stopped.

You pulled away a few seconds later feeling out of breath and hot and he looked the way you felt. Shirt untucked. Tie undone. Hair a mess. Like swollen. Eyes hazy. Jesus, this stranger was beautiful and he didn’t even have to try. Looking down into his eyes it made you snap back into realization. You’ve never gotten so physical with a client before and he’s probably not even going to pay you because there’s no reason for him to, so you're wasting time here. It was cute and fun but it’s over and you should get dressed and move on, right?

Taehyung let you slide off his lap as the phone made you both realize where you were and he tried fixing his own appearance as much as possible. He kept his gaze down when you undressed — knowing the moment was over — for privacy but he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s the other job?”

“Waiting on tables,” you told him, slipping your long skirt back on. His brows furrowed, “Really?”

“Why? Is it a surprise?”

“A bit,” he said honestly as you both stood straight looking as organized as you could after what happened. You didn’t give much of a response then, only said, “Alright, I’ve got to go if I want to catch the bus.”

You were looking at the time on your phone not noticing as he left you for a moment only to come back with a checkbook. He didn’t say much as he quickly scribbled away and handed it to you. Your eyes met when he grabbed your hand and made you hold the check.

“This is for today,” Taehyung said, sounding a bit out of it, “Um… I’ve never done anything like this but…” he looked down at the check, “Maybe we can work something out between us. Beneficial to us both.”

You raised a brow as you looked at the number written down on the check, “How so?”

His thumb brushed some hair away from your face and without thinking he leaned further down until your lips never touched but didn’t move closer. You knew he was probably giving you the choice to decide if you want to do it or not and you reached up to kiss him. His hand was firm against your cheek and kept you in place as he pulled back and ran his tongue across his lower lip, “Like this.”

“Truthfully, I don’t have time to go out with someone and personally I don’t want to. I have a lot of work to do and being in a relationship is not something I want right now but,” Taehyung kissed you again when you didn’t pull back, “I want to be able to do this.”

You smiled, pulling back, “You can find any woman who would die to be with you even if it’s for one night.”

“I can,” Taehyung said in agreement, “But I want you. You won’t push me for a relationship, would you?”

“Obviously not.”

“Then let me spoil you with whatever you want and in exchange—“

“Let you have me?” You asked and he nodded his head.

Taehyung was attractive.

He was wealthy and respectful.

There is no doubt in your mind that every woman he comes across wants him yet…

For some reason he would rather have a give and take relationship with no ties and he only wants it with you. It might even free up a little bit of your time too. You finish one job only to go to another that very same night. You’ve been trying to pay off college debt and other things too so money always seemed to be an issue. You don’t mind dancing, you actually enjoy it and that’s where your friends were. You would have to cut back time at the restaurant—it seems like you’ve already made your decision.

“Give me your number then,” you said. It was a short contact information exchange and just as you reached the door with Taehyung behind you, there was a loud knock against it.

The second he opened it, your eyes fell to the secretary who worked right outside his office. You watched the way her eyes seemed to narrow as she found you back in your sweater and long skirt — completely unaware of what was underneath. Taehyung turned to you, “Let’s connect later tonight, I’ll give you a call. Miss Jia, please call a cab for my guest before telling me whatever was so urgent you had to interrupt us more than once.”

The secretary looked stunned before nodding her head and running back to the desk giving you one last dirty look.

As strange as this might sound, you had no idea what to expect the last time you had seen Mr. Kim. You understood what he had implied and in the moment you wanted the same but now as you’re reading over the contract he’s had printed out for you, it all was beginning a little too real. It wasn’t long but the words felt like they just went on forever and ever and he looked at you like he was waiting for you to have some sort of question. It was nothing more than a non disclosure agreement and you understand what it’s for but it all felt just a little bizarre. You’re not put off by it by any means, you’ve signed a few as a dancer, but this will include sexual acts—things like what you did in his office and much more… did you really not mind doing this? Even if it felt a little like signing your freedom away.

Maybe you were just worrying too much, it’s not like you were looking for a real relationship and at least this way you’ll get money and your sexual needs dealt with from an ungodly attractive man.

“Is everything alright?” Taehyung asked once the silence had gone on for too long, “If this is not something you’re interested in then…”

“It’s not that,” you held the paper up and looked over at him from across the long stretch of dining table between you, “I thought this all started because you wanted me to model for you. There’s nothing about that here?”

Taehyung just looked at you, the corner of his lips turning upward as he smirked, “Well this contract is just between us two, I figured if you wanted to stop busting tables or dancing, I could hire you on as a model the legal way.”

You released a laugh, “And have to deal with seeing all of your prissy employees more often? Probably having to work with them? No, thank you.”

His eyes hardened as he watched you eye the contract. Before he could ask you what changes you would like him to make to get you to agree, you picked up the pen and quickly signed your name. A small smile came to his face as you slid the white sheet over to him and he quickly signed in his own name without a single ounce of hesitation, looking up at you with that same dark gaze you’re used to seeing before he gets his hands on you.

After dinner, you got into the back of Taehyung’s G-wagon with him following suit, ordering his driver to take you both back to his penthouse. You couldn’t help but smirk, “Are we starting so soon?”

Taehyung only smirked back as he stared out his window but you watched the way he loosened his tie with one hand, “This is soon to you, dear? After the day in my office?”

You’ve grown slightly accustomed to the deep mess of his face and the seductive way it sounded when it was just the two of you and you couldn’t help but reach over the back seat and press your face against his neck, breathing softly as you said, “You just don’t seem as eager yet.”

He turned to look at you, tongue running along his lips like he was ready to devour you and before he could utter out a single word, he felt your lips on his neck, kissing softly and making his eyes shut for a second. Once the shock had worn off he couldn’t help but look toward the rear view mirror where his driver was trying so damn hard not to stare back and catch sight of your arched back and short dress riding up with the way you stood on your hands and knees on the backseat, just kissing his neck teasingly. Taehyung brought an arm around to run a hand along your back, just keeping you close before turning his neck to capture your lips with his, and just like that the two of you were making out the entire drive to his home.

He blames it on all the teasing you did every time you would meet for his impatience. He’s felt your body on his, he’s touched your lips and stared at you as you stripped for him, it’s not his fault he couldn’t wait much longer to get to the real thing.

You barely had time to take in the sight of the hundred story building of luxury apartments before you when Taehyung was already pushing you through the front door and into the empty elevator. Immediately, you threw your arms around his neck, dragging him close and kissing him once more. He kissed back with such eagerness to feel all of you, hands holding your sides like his life depended on it, not wanting you to slip away.

His penthouse was huge, straight out of a movie and when you walked in it even echoed with each step you took.

“Welcome home si—“ a woman’s voice died on the spot and you couldn’t help but squeal at the thought of being caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. The two of you both turned to look at her, Taehyung holding you by the waist to keep you pressed against his front and you took the chance to get a good look at her.

She was dressed in a stiff pencil skirt with a gray blouse tucked into it. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore black flats. She looked like house staff to you but you’re not sure, all you know is that she’s just as surprised to see you as you are at her. Taehyung released a deep sigh, clearly displeased, “Did I not tell you to head out early today?”

His voice was stern and authoritative, no room to argue and she looked genuinely scared like she would lose her job or something. You pulled away from Taehyung nervously but he didn’t let you get far as he kept his hold on you, waiting for the cleaning lady to leave and she did so rather quickly, not shying away from looking at you in confusion.

It wasn’t until she was scurrying out the door that you couldn’t help but laugh as you looked around, “What? Do you not have guests over often?”

“Not like you, no,” Taehyung said as he stood behind you, slipping the strap of your dress off your shoulder before placing a kiss on it, “Not as pretty.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you stared up at the large chandelier above you, “So you only bring home ugly women?”

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckled as he slipped his hand off your shoulder to your wrist, pulling you along toward his room once more, “We’ve been over this before, I don’t have the energy nor time to deal with romantic partners, and we don’t just pick up any woman off the street and bring her to my home.”

“No,” you teased stepping into his room, “Only women you meet when they dance on you half naked.”

He smirked now, watching as you began to slip your dress off only a couple steps ahead of him walking toward his king sized bed of satin sheets. He couldn’t help but begin to remove his blazer, undoing his tie too as your dress fell at your feet. He slowly began to unbutton his shirt, unable to keep his eyes off when you bent down by the waist to undo your heels, ass in perfect display for his eyes only, “My apologies for having taste.”

Once he was fully undressed he walked straight to you, pushing you onto the bed and taking you by surprise. You quickly turned on your back using your elbows to sit up as you watched him began to crawl between your legs still fully dressed but clearly on his way to change that.

"God, your body is so fucking hot," he said in a low growl as he took in the sight of you on his bed. He’s always thought this since the second he saw you on stage and now he has you in his sheets looking at only him and he couldn’t help but allow himself to let his eyes roam down your body.

You bit your lip as you felt his hands begin to slide along your stomach toward your breasts. A small smirk came to your face as he stopped, looking straight down at the center of your breasts and once he realized, he couldn’t stop his fingers from moving. Taehyung released a small chuckle as he held the small clip that rested right between the mounds of your boobs, “Did you wear this just for me?”

“Obviously,” you said with a small moan as he tugged harshly on the clasp, quickly undoing it and your boobs practically spilled out as your bra fell. He smiled, “Like my own little present.”

Taehyung did not hesitate to dip down and place a kiss on your collarbone, hands cupping your bare tits now and holding the weight of them against his palm. You released a breathy sigh of hen he sucked harshly on your skin leaving a line of red live marks trails toward your boobs until finally he was mouthing at your left nipple, tugging at it softly with his teeth and letting out a quiet groan himself.

He’s ashamed to admit how turned on he was just at the sight of your tits in his face, he’s imagined what they look like under your lingerie but right now you’re laying bare beneath him letting him lavish you in wet and sloppy kisses.

“I need you to take this off,” You told him as he licked along your nipple and slowly began to tug at his shirt. He just smirked sitting up in his knees, “Take it off me.”

You did just that, ripping the buttons open and tugging hard enough to make his body move toward you with his lips parted, turned in by how rough you pulled on him. His eyes fell to your nimble hands as they yanked open the top button of his slacks and undid the zipper, brows scrunching together, “Hurry up.”

He let out a soft laugh at your impatience, nodding his head as he flung the shirt off and quickly got off the bed to kick his slacks off too. He stood there in his Versace briefs, dick print evident and it only made you smirk when you saw how hard he was. You couldn’t help but giggle, “Just for me?”

He picked up on your teasing tone similar to the one he used when he asked if you wore the front clip bra earlier. He brought a hand down to his dick, palm running over it, feeling the weight of his bulge, unbelievably hard, “Do you want it?”

You spread your legs even further apart, “Give it to me, Mr. Kim.”

You said the last part in a mocking tone, remembering the way his employees always referred to him as and he just big his lip, crawling back between them and dipping down to kiss you. You welcome his kiss happily, his body pressed against yours and dick snuggly between your legs rutting against your covered pussy for any sort of friction he could get. Your tongue snuck into his mouth, wet and sticky as it swirled around his and a line of drool connected the two when he pulled away from the kiss till only your tongues kissed.

“Are you going to fuck me yet or make me wait?” You asked with your arms wrapped around his neck, hips grinding against his clothed cock, “I’m already so wet for you.”

Taehyung released a low groan at your dirty words when he felt your hands slide down toward his briefs and begin to tug them down on your own accord.

“Horny girl,” he said deeply as he reached down to tug on your underwear, a tearing sound heard clearly and your na dropped in surprise but he just smirked, “I’ll design you a new pair, love, a million of them for every new set I ruin.”

“That’s a big promise, Taehyung,” you said watching him reach into the drawer in his nightstand for a condom. Taehyung just smirked, “A promise I could keep.”

Taehyung knew he should give your pussy some affection, maybe get you stretched out before he completely impaled you with his cock but as he looked down at the gap of your entrance and the way your slick pooled inside it, he wondered if you would even need it. Your lips parted in surprise at the weight of his cock sliding between your folds coating him in your arousal, teasingly grinding against you until his tip bumped into your clit, “Want my cock, pretty girl?”

His hair was all out of place and his lips swollen from how hard he bit his bottom lip, waiting for you to nod

Your hips were becoming restless, “Give it to me.”

Taehyung smirked finally taking his cock in hand and guided his tip toward your entrance and before he could even attempt to push in, your hands were pulling at his hips and with a low groan, he sank into your heat in one go. You both moaned against each other as his hips fell against yours and unable to stop himself, he laid his body flush over yours, moaning against your chest, “Oh fuck.”

He’ll be honest and say he can’t remember the last time he had the chance to be in a tight wet pussy but he does remember that it didn’t feel like this. It was probably fast and unsatisfactory, just a way for him to release whatever stress he had at the moment. This… this was all just so fucking good, the teasing that led up to this, the dancing, the lingerie, all of it.

"Please fuck me,” you breathed out as he finally began to move and you wrapped your legs around his waist only for him to bring his arms around the underside of your knees and drag your legs up toward your chest. Your pussy stretched wider in the new position as he began to thrust, cock pushing in and out of your wet cunt with low moans leaving his lips.

Your hands clawed at his back and it made his eyes roll with the burn of each scratch, veins in his arms protruding as he made sure that you didn’t move your legs from the position he put you in and fucked you in a mating press that had you releasing moan after moan, head tossed back into the pillows in complete ecstasy.

“Such a good pussy,” Taehyung licked his lips but his mouth felt so dry, fucking you hard with his dick, “Fuck baby, haven’t had pussy this good in so long.”

“Good thing it’s yours,” you moaned, as he rocked his hips into yours roughly. His back muscles tensing with each powerful thrust and he growled, “Show me then.”

You didn’t need any explanation to know what he wanted and you were a bit thankful to relieve your sore legs from this position as he rolled onto his back with you on top.

"So good," you moaned loudly, when his hand groped a handful of your ass digging his nails in with small grunts every time your thighs smacked his. If he thought you were a flexible dancer, nothing compared to the way you split your legs open for him, bouncing on his cock using him like he was just another client of yours watching you perform. He didn’t mind that one but especially now that he could touch and he didn’t hold back from lifting his hand only to smack your ass hard enough to make you whine at the pain. Your hair fell to one side and your hand rested on his chest, riding him like your life depended on it just enjoying the depth his cock went into your cunt, “You’re so big.”

“Mhm,” he moaned in agreement, it was one of his proudest achievements and it had him pushing his upper body up to sit, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and fucking up into you in this new position. Unable to hold himself back he dropped forward, your back hitting the opposite end of his bed instead of how you had originally been when your head was against the pillow. He quite literally made you switch to the other side just so he could be on top again but his hands never left your ass even as they got trapped between your body and the bed, “Am I fucking you good?”

"Mhm,” you whined softly, “I’m gonna—oh fuck, Taehyung.”

He only growled in response, drilling his cocking into you fully allowing himself to lose all sensibility and just do what he’s been wanting to do since he saw you in his lingerie—just fuck you roughly like he knew you were a slut for.

“You a slut for me?” He asked and you surprisingly nodded your head making him kiss along your neck, “Say it.”

“Wanna be your slut,” you moaned, nails scratching along his back as he just pounded the fuck out of you with his big dick, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“My slut gonna cum?” He asked in a whispered voice, feeling your legs shake and he just knew you couldn’t hold on any longer, "Cum for me then.”

“Oh my go—“ your words died in your throat when he swallowed your mouth with his, giving you the nastiest kiss you’ve ever had and just like that, the knot in your stomach came undone just as he came in his condom. He released a low growl into your mouth as he felt the flood of your release around him, pussy tightening and he physically began to shake through his orgasm.

You’re not sure how much time had passed with his cock still stuffed inside you and once the two of you both came down, he was finally pulling out of you with a tired groan, “Goddamn.”

You were both covered in sweat as he fell to your side and released a sigh, “Fuck, that was good.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still out of breath as you attempted to sit up, “Bathroom?”

Taehyung pointed toward the door in the corner of his bedroom letting you go on your own to clean up. As you left you wondered what would happen now. Were you supposed to leave now? Was he at least going to call you an Uber or have his driver take you home? As you finished up, you decided you would ask him, you will pick up your dress and pray it wasn’t torn like your underwear and just leave with your dignity in tact.

When you stepped into the bedroom it was empty, you looked around in shock and feeling the insecurity of being completely bare after rough sex was too much to handle and you picked up your dress, wincing a little at the soreness between your legs.

Just as you were getting ready to pull the dress on, a warm hand touched your shoulder blade, moving your hair out of the way and your breath hitched. Taehyung pressed a soft kiss along your neck, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t you want me to leave?” You asked looking fully convinced it was what he wanted until he hugged you from behind, hand caressing your arm until he laced your fingers together, “What I want you to do is get your pretty self back in bed.”

You couldn’t help but blush, not sure how to handle the tenderness in his voice and touch. Usually after sex the guy would barely pay you any mind, basically toss you to the side even if it was your boyfriend but Taehyung only pulled you back into bed.

“I’m cold,” you said in a soft voice, suddenly feeling a bit more pliant to get in bed with him. Taehyung just smiled as he lifted the covers, “Then come lay down and let me warm you up.”

“I didn’t expect the CEO to be soft after how hard you fucked me,” your words were blunt and yet he still smiled pulling you into his side to cuddle.

“I was just giving you what you asked for, I’m not a monster, Y/n,” as he said that he pressed a hand to your hip, rubbing the part that was sore from all the positions he had you in, “If I was too rough, just tell me.”

“Don’t worry, I liked it,” you snuggled against him, letting him sooth the pain in your muscles as you rested a head on his chest. You brought a leg up around his waist and he hugged you close, “Good, but don’t think I’m letting you leave this bed anytime soon. I want to hold you to make up for all the marks I left.”

“Fine,” you yawned against him, “I’m tired anyway.”

Hoseok could not hide the look of shock on his face the next time he saw you. You wore an expensive silver diamond necklace, “You actually did it.”

It didn’t take him long to figure out what happened, especially when you grinned teasingly, “I did, and let me just say, oh my god.”

“Oh my god what?” Jungkook asked, coming over. The club has yet to open yet so the only people around were employees and that meant you could all hang around before actually having to do anything. That’s how a bartender, a body guard, and an exotic dancer, found yourselves sitting in a private booth having a very private discussion.

All you had to do was give Jungkook the look for him to examine you curiously, eyes widening at the sight of what adorned your neck, “You screwed the rich guy?!”

You nodded, not all offended by his crass tone, knowing he was just caught off guard, “He was so… so… listen, I’m not in love but wow.”

“That good, huh?” Hoseok asked before looking at Jungkook, “I wondered if I’ve ever been good enough to brag to her friends like this after just one night.”

You gave him a feigned pitied expression, “You’re about seven figures short of being that good.”

He playfully glared at you as he said, “Money doesn’t make up for ability.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook agreed with his equally broke friend, “Quality over quantity.”

Your brows furrowed wondering if he used the phrase right but unable to create a concrete thought on it, you decided to move on, “Well I guess Taehyung just happens to be lucky enough to have both.”

“So how does this work?” Hoseok asked, deciding to just change the subject before you destroy his ego any more than you already have, “Did he just toss cash out on the counter and leave or did he stay and do all that lovey dovey shit for shits and giggles?”

Despite your two best friends being guys, you all felt extremely comfortable discussing your sex lives. When you first started working for the club you thought they were so fucking hot that you would explode right on the spot if they even looked at you… now you can only see them as friends who know way too much about your sex life and vise versa… You did not need to know about the time Jungkook got head wearing nothing but his stupid toe socks.

Taehyung didn’t throw cash at you. You had originally thought he had wanted you to leave once you were done but he went as far as pulling you back in bed and made sure you stayed till morning when he had a driver drop you off back home.

You shook your head no, “No, I didn’t leave till morning when he was getting ready to leave. He let me sleep in when he left and when I woke up a check was laying under this necklace.”

“Should I get myself a sugar mama?” Jungkook asked in all seriousness but the girl dancing on the stage was done and you wanted to practice a new dance.

You shrugged as you stood, “Good luck finding one.”

“Sir,” his secretary Jia knocked in his door lightly, “Ms. Choi is here to see you.”

It took him a second to respond as he looked at her slightly displeased. She knows by now that unless he has an appointment with her, he does not want her just storming into his building. It was very obviously too late when Yuna was letting herself in following the secretary, the familiar blonde hair tied back with a hair clip.

“Do you have an appointment?” Taehyung asked from the comfort of his desk chair. She rolled her eyes at him, “Come on Tae, since when did I need an appointment to see you?”

“Since always,” he said, not bothering to rise from behind his desk, “You just never listen.”

With a small huff in annoyance, she plopped down on his couch, “Well, I just wanted to know who the girl was last time I was here. She didn’t have an appointment either.”

Taehyung seemed to stiffen. He absolutely hated when she asked too many questions like she had the right to know. It’s been heard and he still doesn’t understand how she can’t get the hint that he’s just not interested in her. He does not care that they’re family friends. He does not care that their parents would prefer them to marry. He just does not care about her beyond a friendly view. He enjoys being her friend and he’ll always be on her side but she also needs to know her place—which isn’t next to him.

“But I was expecting her,” Taehyung said simply, not feeling the need to elaborate on what he meant.

Jia just continued like he hadn’t said anything, “Who is she anyway? I didn’t peg you as the type to like them so young.”

“A few years never hurt anyone,” Taehyung said, looking down at his phone to see you finally responded to his last text.

taehyung: I’ve got dinner plans but I’m free after. are u?

you: nope, I’ve gotta work at the club tn and u left me a bit sore :/

He couldn’t help but smirk, lip pulled between his teeth as he remembered last night. The two of you were rough, aroused from the get go and he was not able to hold back. You told him not to so in the end he didn’t and now you’re sending him a picture of a small bruise he left on your hip. He was tempted to show you the scratch mark you left on his shoulder blade from clawing at his back.

He ran his thumb across his lips, unable to stop himself from noticing the red lingerie you wore and he knew you would be performing tonight. It was late in the evening and he did have dinner plans but he’s sure he can move it around… maybe.

taehyung: tomorrow?

you: working at the restaurant till close

Jia watched him completely ignore that she was even there and it was starting to really annoy her. She knows that they’re not dating and they most likely never will but she just doesn’t get it. Does he realize how many guys think he’s lucky just for her considering him?

“So are you two dating or is she just an easy lay?” Jia couldn’t help but ask and that barely got his attention enough to glare at her.

“Careful Jia, you’re beginning to sound bitter and I hate bitter women,” Taehyung said with a deep gaze that had her biting her tongue, “Now is there anything you need or did you just come to complain?”

He looked back down to his phone as he typed back a response.

taehyung: I’ll see u before u gotta go

you: what about ur work?

taehyung: I’m boss. I can do whatever I want

“That’s all,” Jia said, plastering a forced smile on her face and rising to her feet, “Just wanted to know who the slut was.”

That made Taehyung snap, “Go ahead and walk your ass out, Jia, I don’t want you coming back here until you learn how to act.”

Taehyung will never deny how much of a classist he really was deep down. Maybe not to the extent as his friends but when he stepped into your apartment he had become very aware of your financial situation. It wasn’t a studio apartment but pretty damn close and just being in there made him feel a bit suffocated. The whole place had to be about the size of his office.

“Are you judging?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest and hip popped out just slightly. Even knowing you were giving him attitude, he couldn't help but smile and say, “Only slightly.”

He just wanted to see if he would get a reaction. You scoffed, “Well sorry not all of us were born with a silver spoon in our mouths and a lingerie empire just handed to us.”

Normally Taehyung would get annoyed if someone said that to him, he’s very aware of his privilege but it annoyed the hell out of him when his own wealthy friends would say it. Instead of getting frustrated he just shrugged, “I’m just saying, two jobs and this is all you get? I could help y’know.”

“I don’t need a handout,” you told him even if it sounded a bit hypocritical. You know he’s giving you money but that was different, it was like a job that you got to enjoy too. He was very attractive and he was really good in bed, plus he’s lavished you with gifts every day of this week and yes you’ve allowed yourself to be spoiled but for him to offer help for an apartment? Now that was a bit too much, even for you.

Taehyung only smirked as he stood in front of you now, hand sliding under the waistline of your short skirt, “Who said anything about a handout?”

You rolled your eyes even as you let him begin to kiss down your neck, “I’ve got to work in an hour.”

“Plenty of time,” he muttered against your skin, “I just want a taste anyway.”

There was something about a rich, attractive man desperate to touch you that always had you smiling. Taehyung was slowly dropping to his knees and kissing down your clothed sides, raising your shirt to move it out of his way, “And if you quit the restaurant it’ll free up a lot of time for us, you know I can give you more anyway.”

“Yeah?” You asked teasingly, “And what about when you get tired of me?”

His fingers found their way under your skirt and pulled at your underwear, a smile on his face, “Tired of this? Never.”

“Hmm, I’ll think about it,” you bit your lip as he disappeared under your skirt, placing soft kisses along your thigh getting closer and closer to your heat.

Taehyung’s hands circled to the back of your thighs, going higher and until he was groping your hurt, nose brushing against your bare pelvis leaving teasing touches that had your breath hitching. He kissed your mouth doing everything to avoid the space between your legs and you were struggling not to move away from his hold. You were standing in the middle of your living room with no back support whatsoever. Your hand snuck under your skirt to move it held a firm grip on his hair.

Just before you could hurry him along, a breathy sigh left your lips when he pressed a tentative kiss on your hood clit feeling the way it began to rise with arousal. The single kiss became two and finally his tongue was slipping between the folds to lick it directly, feeling it harden. He looked up at you from between your legs urging you to move closer to his face with his hands on your butt pushing you into him and you had to spread your legs even further to do so. Taehyung sat prettily on his knees just under you, his tongue flattening against your slit, licking up the pool of wetness you were protruding rather quickly. You had to bite back your lip to hold in a moan and his brows scrunched together in displeasure. You hissed at the feel of his nails sinking into the softness of your ass in warning, “Don’t hold back on me. I wanna hear you.”

You barely had a chance to nod your head in response when he dug his face even further into your wet cunt, tongue lapping at your slick before traveling the tip of it all the way up to your clit and flicking it a couple times, the hard nub covered in his spit. You couldn’t help but let out a louder moan as you failed to pull your hips away from the pleasure with his hands holding you in place.

Your hand tightened in his hair when his tongue curled inside your pussy traveling between your folds until he was swirling it around your hardened clit once more. He wrapped his lips around the small nub, sucking softly while his tongue continued to flick the tip of it, meaning around your clit when you pulled on his hair. You were completely soaking his chin but that did not stop Taehyung from making out with your clit, hands keeping you upright so he could eat you out to his heart’s content.

"Oh god," you moaned as he moved a little rougher now, never once easing up on your clit and mouth open as he fucked you with his tongue. Taehyung knew he was on a time limit because you had to get ready for your shit too so he was doing everything he can to make you cum soon. Your jaw went slack at the sudden rough feeling of his two front teeth just barely applying pressure to your clit teasingly and you felt your legs begin to shake. You repeated yourself, “Oh god, Tae, I’m gonn—“

He licked along your swollen folds, lighting tugging on them with his teeth, not enough to hurt but enough for you to jolt in surprise and you were damn near rutting against his face, ducking your pretty pussy into his wainting mouth.

Taehyung didn’t need a verbal sign to know you were at your breaking point, he could practically feel the way your cunt twitched and just like that, his mouth was being flooded with your released and like a starved man, he happily licked it up.

“Good girl,” he said softly but in his usual deep voice as he pressed a chaste kiss to your mound before dropping your skirt back down and caressing your thighs as he stood up.

From the look the secretary had given you, you just know she was very displeased to see you again. You’re not sure if it’s because she felt like she had a chance with Taehyung or maybe she just doesn’t think you’re good enough for her employer, but she never failed to have a scowl in her face when you walked in, this time sporting a long Prada coat that reached down to your mid-thigh.

Once again you were here and her boss failed to tell her he had an appointment with you and she’s started to realize what your relationship is with him. You just know in her head she’s saying every word she can to make you seem like a slut but frankly, you didn’t care. You were here in business today… real business.

Okay, well, still with your body but it was different today.

When you got in his office he immediately locked the door and pressed a kiss to your lips in greeting. You whined when the camera around his neck dug into your chest but he smiled as he pulled away, “Let me see.”

“Eager?” You asked, “Take this off me then.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to do just that. He pulled in the tie in the front and practically yank off the coat he bought you, eyes scanning your body with his usual lustful gaze.

“You know, you should make your lingerie more affordable,” you said to him as he bid his lip at the sight before him. You were wearing white today with satin ribbons and sheer lace. You put on some body shimmer too and you just looked like a little present for him to unwrap. It was another custom design for you aside from the garter belt you added for a nice touch. Taehyung just nodded as he pulled you by the hand toward the couch, “I’ll look into it.”

He directed you to lay down, a hand down your back as he moved you however he wanted you to be. Today would be a different sort of touching, he was only making you pose however he liked on the expensive couch of his. He had you on your stomach, butt slightly raised making your back arched and he framed your hair around your face perfectly. You rested a side of your face on the couch with an arm stretched out behind you and the other tucked under your chin.

He took a step back, raising the camera up for him to get a good view and that’s how it started. Taehyung looked so fucking hot as he snapped picture after picture of you in whatever pose he liked. He wore his usual white button up but it looked completely messed up. The top three buttons were undone exposing his chest, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his hair a slight mess. He looked like a sleazy photographer even if he was anything but.

Remember in the beginning when he asked you to model for him and you just kept saying no? Well, there was a change of plans because now you’re in his office doing just that and modeling for him. You don’t even know how he finally convinced you because this was definitely something you weren’t used to. Obviously you were confident in yourself when it came to dancing or putting on a show for Taehyung but to have yourself photographed for others to see? That felt a bit much.

Still, he asked you and you said yes so now here you are listening to his words of assurance, “You look so good, baby.”

Of course with his words you were able to get more into it and did your own poses that had him smiling, “Such a pretty girl.”

“How many more?” You asked as you laid on your side and Taehyung took more close ups of the material. He sighed, “Almost done.”

It went on for a few more minutes till you were beginning to get fed up and Taehyung knew it.

“I’ve got something for you,” Taehyung said as the shoot came to an end and you watched him head toward his desk as you reached into your bag and changed into real clothes. You only came in the coat earlier because you knew he would like to take it off you but now that you’re done and you had work, you had to change. You watched him curiously as he came over to you with a yellow enveloped and a smile on his face. You furrowed your brows in confusion as you took the envelope and opened it.

Taehyung watched your eyes widen with a smile on his face as you skimmed the document, hearing a small jangle and turning it over to drop the last of its content into your palm.

“What’s this?”

“Papers to your new apartment,” Taehyung said as you examined the key, “It’s in your name and fully paid. I’ve signed a contract that covers all the added bills even if you and I happen to fall out.”

“Why’d you do this?” You asked as you looked at the picture of the apartment building. He shrugged, “Call me greedy but I want to spend more time with you and I want you to leave the restaurant, at least. This way you won’t have to worry about making more if I’ve covered your student debt and your housing.”

You just looked at him, unsure how to feel because this all was too much but at the same time you weren’t completely put off by it. You couldn’t comprehend why he would go as far as putting it in your name because then he won’t be able to take it away if you two end.

He didn’t expect you to be jumping in glee but your silence worried him a bit and he had to sit on the edge of the coffee table in front of you to talk, “Sign it and it’s yours, baby, if you want it.”

He handed you a pen and like before when you signed the NDA, you signed the contract wordlessly after reading through it all. He couldn’t help himself, happy to spoil someone with goods and pulled you into him with a hand behind your head and a kiss on your lips.

“You’re spoiling me too much,” you said between kisses and he only smiled.

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” He said, making you laugh softly. When you pulled away you checked the time, eyes widening, “I’ve got to get to work.”

Taehyung released a low groan in a whine, “Noooo.”

You smiled, “How else am I supposed to resign?”

That made him smile and finally, he walked you to the door, “We’ll work out a move-in day and I’ll hire a moving truck so you don’t have to lift a single finger.”

You said your goodbyes and like before he ordered his secretary to call you a cab and promised to see you tonight.

Just after you left, Taehyung called his secretary in holding a flash card in his hand, “I need you to go get these printed, I don’t care how much it costs and if they tell you they can’t fit it in, offer them more. I want these by the end of tonight.”

By late evening Taehyung had what he wanted and a worker was in to install all over his office. There were beautiful black and white photographs, high quality and with a nice depth of field with shadows in all the right places. He purposely did not include your face in a single shot per your request but at least he got to admire the pretty body of yours he gets to touch.

The one above his desk was his absolute favorite, a four foot picture of your breasts clad in the pretty white lingerie wearing his gold Cartier tiger necklace that stopped perfectly at the start of your cleavage, right between them. He looked at it proudly as it looked against the wall behind his desk, distracted by it to the point that he didn’t hear his friend storm into his office with a loud gasp.

“Holy shit,” Jimin did a full 360 as he took in the new art work in his office. Aside from the huh one he had about four others of you in various poses. One was just your arched back, another of your thighs, one with your hand grazing your side and finally, another of his favorite, a pretty view of your belly button ring where he oh so kindly wrote his signature down right next to it with a heart.

“Who’s the new model and is she single?” Jimin asked, smirk on his face as he watched his friend turn to him, clearly displeased.

Jimin wasn’t used to seeing Taehyung like this. Taehyung was always put together and never really let his emotions show. Even if there would come the rare chance when he would be in a relationship he was always private about it but not like this. Jimin has no clue who the person in the pictures was and he was unaware of the NDA you and Taehyung signed. In truth, Taehyung shouldn't even have these pictures in display for anyone who walks into his office to see but he’s not taking them down. The rules of the contract are slowly leaving his head and he’s wondering if the same is happening to you.

Taehyung looked back at the pictures adoringly, “Don’t worry about it, she’s all mine.”

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idk how I feel about this 😭💀um hopefully it wasn’t horrible idk man fr. also I’ll probs add more to their relationship in short drabbles

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sim0nril3y · 3 months

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Hi bby girl. Love your writing, I told you before as an anon and I came back bc I love how you put into words

(Sorry to use anon, I'm very shy)

I wanted to request you to write about civilian!reader and Simon being emotional in the middle of the act. Reader feels overwhelmed by all the emotions and feelings and it's like she starts sobbing bc of all the pleasure and praising from Simon

Thank you in advance! Keep writing, you make us happy 💗

Note: eeeeeeee thank you so much for your request, I love, love, loved writing it so much, hope that I did it justice! you are so sweeeeeeet for all your kind words, ily! (no need to be shy, i'm super friendly, i promise!) Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), established relationship, p in v, overwhelming sex, multiple orgasms, crying during sex, caring Simon, canon typical swearing.

It was impossible to say how long that Simon had been curled over your frame, fucking into you deep with his perfectly fat and long cock, his lips pressed against every inch of his skin that he could reach, clasping needily at you whilst whispering the most sinful and sweet notions into your ear.

By now you had lost count of how many times you had spasmed and squirmed to completion on Simon’s cock, panting and clawing at his skin whilst your whined and whimpered. It was overwhelming to say the least. A delicious and intoxicating mixture of cumming hard around his cock as it stroked and prodded at the deepest parts that only Simon could reach.

“There you go.” Simon breathed heavily, smiling against your warm skin feeling you coming apart around him again. “Give it me, baby. Give me everything.” He praised, voice a little strained. “Y’such a good girl for me. You perfect little cunt was made for my fat fuckin’ cock.” Simon nipped at your earlobe. “My good girl. My good fuckin’ girl.”

It was overwhelming. That was putting it mildly. There was this build of emotions that was bubbling in your chest, like a big ball caught rising up and up until falling a fraught sob caught in your throat. Wait, were you crying? What did you start crying? Oh, shit.

The sound had caught Simon’s attention, eyes scanning across your face to try and figure out the problem before finally stilling his hips, keeping his cock firmly stuffed inside your sopping walls. “Babe. Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me.” He urged with so much concern and care to his tone, thinking for even a moment that he might have hurt you or pushed you too far was almost too much for him to bear.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You whimpered out, nodding frantically. “It’s just so good. It’s so fucking good, Si.” You continued, watching the little smug smile that pulled across his lips. “You’re so good. Your cook is so good.” All the while tears tumbled down your cheeks but an emotional grin on your lips. “Y-you make me feel so good.”

Chuckling lowly, Simon pressed a kiss to your forehead and asked. “So, it’s good?” He teased before listening to your sobs tumble into giggles. “Yeah. It’s good.” You responded. “Alright. Let’s just… take a little break, hmm?” Carefully slipping out Simon rolled you into your side and wrapped his arms around you. “Daft bloody…” He muttered, leaning in to press a couple soothing kisses to your temple. “W-what about you? You didn’t cum…” That much was evident with how his hard cock pressed up against your ass.

“Mm, it’s a good thing I fuckin’ love you.” Simon teased, honestly not caring about his own needs at this moment, just knowing that he needed to comfort you in this moment. With just as much emotion, you whimpered back. “Love you too, Si. Love you so much.”

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commsroom · 8 days

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circumstances surrounding the “leaked” documents about eiffel’s sentencing in need to know, as i understand them:

one of the very first things kepler does is offer eiffel, minkowski, and lovelace a drink. in true “at any given moment, kepler has about eighteen ulterior motives” spirit, it is, among other things, “hospitality”, sure, a test for eiffel, definitely, but… i think the main reaction he was checking for was minkowski’s. will she look at eiffel, or react to his reaction? how much does she know? how much does he trust her?

in don’t poke the bear, jacobi and maxwell stop lovelace from breaking into kepler’s server by pretending to be in on it with her: “she’s very good. it might turn into a problem.” / “i’ll run it by kepler.” two episodes later, files from kepler’s very secure server are “leaked.”

(the words "need to know" are spoken offhandedly by eiffel in the episode itself, but it also calls back to the excuse maxwell gives lovelace: "colonel kepler practically lives by the words 'need to know.' and, apparently, nothing i can say will ever convince him that i 'need to know' everything that's in our databanks.")

need to know opens with minkowski finishing an eleven hour shift, and then finding out kepler moved that shift to, well. now. she’s already frustrated and sleep deprived.

minkowski complains to kepler. jacobi and maxwell, on cue, barge in and complain to kepler. kepler assigns minkowski, jacobi, maxwell, and lovelace to punishment detail, taking eiffel out of the group because “you’re the only one who hasn’t wasted my time with pointless whining.” lovelace says: “um, i don’t think that i did any complaining either, so…” but that doesn’t matter. it’s just an excuse to remove eiffel from the group; he could just as easily have been singled out for special punishment. either way, it was going to happen.

hilbert isn’t there. not the most significant factor, since he’s already been effectively sidelined by kepler, but remember he already knows about eiffel’s sentencing, doesn’t care (about eiffel’s history OR about anyone else’s personal drama), and will later respond to minkowski asking by telling her to grow up and get back to work. it simplifies things to not factor him in.

consider the files themselves: we know from happy holidays that maxwell not talking to her family is common knowledge, but jacobi reacts like it’s news. we know from hera’s performance review flashback in memoria that kepler and jacobi were aware of “multiple attempted crew member homicides” in her record. the file about hera’s bentham directory was on kepler’s server. if there’s one person who would’ve been briefed on everything there was to know about hera, it would’ve been maxwell; her shock is entirely feigned. in fact, almost every reaction from jacobi and maxwell here is feigned. they’re black ops specialists who arrived prepared with divide-and-conquer tactics. there’s no reason they wouldn’t know these things. also note that none of the “leaks” reveal anything about the mission they didn’t already know, and that nothing about the si-5 is incriminating - if anything, it’s mostly silly and even humanizing. and, yes, all of that contextualizes maxwell’s reaction to “skiing?!”

eiffel’s file comes through last, once they’re already worn out. kepler sends eiffel to check on them at the same time so that he’ll walk in. jacobi shows minkowski the file. he lurks around waiting to see how her not-confrontation with eiffel goes, and then cements the thought in her head: what about you? are you going to care?

it’s true that there are aspects of the mission only kepler knows, but as far as information on the hephaestus crew goes (barring one very particular detail about lovelace)? that’s part of the job they were chosen for. when they kill the plant monster, kepler says: “you think we didn’t know about that thing? please. we listened to every log that you beamed down to canaveral.” kepler’s entire foundation is shaken when jacobi turns on him because this is how they operate: “have one person take the blame, say the mean things. meanwhile, the poor, betrayed little guy gets a bit more leeway - just enough to sneak up and hit you from behind.” the show is not subtle about any of this. you can pick apart any early-s3 interaction between two hephaestus crew members and an si-5 agent and see the same divide-and-conquer tactics at play. jacobi and maxwell are always - in morals, loyalty, job description - closer to kepler than they are to the hephaestus crew, and to even sort of believe otherwise is falling for that facade. it’s worth remembering that the hephaestus crew are prisoners. some of them were aware of it from the start, and some of them were lied to, but none of them were meant to leave. the si-5, on the other hand, went up there with a unified goal, and the knowing intention they would be, among other things, prison guards.

#wolf 359 #w359 #i see posts about this from time to time like hey they planned that didn't they? and well. yes.#i don't think that's a theory. i think it's the canon intent. and this is why. i think people on the whole also give jacobi and maxwell #... too much leniency. it's buying into the roles they play. even kepler's role as a strict disciplinarian is playing into this to a degree #... this is longer than i intended. sorry.

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junipers-archive · 4 months

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✧ Princess *ੈ✩

Word Count: 900

Includes: SMUT, sub!reader x kinda soft!dom!lily, reader is obsessed with Lily's boobs- kinda perv!reader, dirty talk, teasing, reader has praise!kink & mommy!kink, multiple orgasms

A/N: Enjoy! First Lily smut I've done but I'm obsessed with her so let me know if you like it :]

Younger you would be freaking out right now. Because Lily Evans is straddled on your lap, talking about her day and playing with your hair.

You've had a crush on Lils since the day you met her, but now, well now you have her, and you just can't get enough. You've fallen so deeply into infatuation with the girl that your cheeks heat even thinking about her.

Okay maybe you're freaking out right now too. But its different because you're older...and the sight of her bra-less tits directly level with your face evokes a very different heat to develop.

Everytime she shifts even a little, they move, and if you brush them ever so slightly on 'accident' her nipples harden. Soon all you can think about is kissing, sucking hickies and completely having your way with them. The pretty noises she'd make.

A slight tug on your hair brings you out of your sick and perverted daze, "Y/n, baby are you even listening to me?"

It takes everything in you to refrain from burying your head in her chest out of embarrassment. "M'sorry Lils, just distracted."

You see her irritation subside at your doe-eyed appearance, realizing the unintended torture she's been putting you through for the past ten minutes. "Aw princess, you feelin' subby for mommy?"

"Well - I want - cause- and you-" you cut yourself off by tugging harshly on the very thin, very see through white tank top she's unintentionally been teasing you with.

The movement provides enough stimulation to have Lily gasp, which leads to you hiding your heated face into her chest, mouthing sloppily at the top her pretty tits poking out of her tank now.

When she makes no further movements or demands you begin fall deeper into subspace. "M-Mommy please jus' wanna make you feel good!"

When you hear her moan quietly you take it as your sign to keep going, leaving hickies on her breasts and lower neck as you make your way to her lips. With the help of her guidance and tugs on your hair of course.

But before you can give her the kiss you've been waiting for she slips off her small and in your opinion, quite burdensome tank top, leaving you breathless and flustered as ever.

She has to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling at your zoned out expression. She's about to tease you about it when you attatch yourself to her left nipple, teasing the other with your fingers.

In the end all she can get out is a few praises. "Mmm-good girl, such a good girl, making mommy feel so good-"

You don't know how long you stay like that, only slightly registering the passing time as she begins to grind down on your thighs. Her mini skirt providing very little barrier between your jeans and her clothed cunt. You here her praises and demands that you help her go faster but, again you're so focused on her beautiful tits its not until she's come twice that you look up.

And even then when you do its cause she pulls back your head, causing you to whine, ordering you to pull off your shirt and pushing you so you lay flat on your back.

She makes quick work of stripping you of your jeans and panties, teasing your clit as soon as they're off, which makes all sort of profanities emit from your small mouth.

"You're so wet f'me princess, how long were you perving on mommy's tits? So dirty, my pretty girl."

Her words almost make you cum right there and then, barely touched and pathetic as ever. "I-I wasn't p-perving mommy, jus' needed you and mmph-"

Your pathetic excuse for in fact perving on your girlfriend is lost as she plunges two thick fingers into your pussy. "No? So if you weren't staring a mommy's tits, then you were listening right? What did mommy say?"

Your mind is so fuzzy you barley register she's asked you a question, until she pinches your clit to get your attention back. "I-I-you were talkin about mmmph-"

She's edging you with no mercy curling her fingers perfectly to hit your sweet spot and switching between playing with your clit with her other fan and sucking on it with her pretty lips. "What was that baby? About what?"

You throw your head back, arching your back as you get closer to your orgasm, moaning as she circles your little bud with her tongue. Your hands immediately grab on to her red locks, fighting between pushing her closer and pulling her away.

"About-ah-the t-test in Slughorns class- ah fuck! Needa cum, mommy,mommy-please let me cum! Please, please, please-"

Your begging is so cute, Lily is easily convinced to let you, bringing your to your end with her soft and dirty words. "Go ahead princess, cum on mommy's face, make a mess on my fingers, be a good girl, you can do it."

Your orgasm tumbles over you like a wave of pure pleasure, white and hot, with you screaming out her name and arching your back off the bed. You're still recovering as Lily sits you to straddle on her lap.

When you blearily open your eyes you're still facing her tits, due to your height difference. But this time you see a white iridescent and sticky substance smeared on them, and with a sudden realization you know exactly what she's done.

With a smirk on her face she orders you once again, not missing a beat:

"Go ahead baby, lick your cum off mommy's tits."

#lily evans #lily evans smut #lily evans is so hot #she is so mommy #marauders #marauders era #marauders smut #harry potter smut #smut #marauders era smut #hp smut #lily evans x reader #lily evans x you #lily evans x reader smut

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babyjakes · 8 months

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earn it. [blurb.]

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event | august '23 general requests blurb night

summary | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.

pairing | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader

warnings | ddlg. fairly soft!daddy!bucky but he does force an orgasm out of reader. thigh riding. begging/pleading. fingering/clit play. (implied) multiple orgasms. overstimulation. praise. petnames. squirting. implied p in v.

word count | 308

requested by @vase-of-lilies | I'm excited about your event! If I could request a Bucky fic where the reader is super needy and just wants to ride his cock, but Bucky is a menace so he makes her ride his thigh first, then he takes super good care of her after being such a good girl for him, so she earns lots of overstimulation because she listened to him the first time! I hope that it is not too much or too little! I just love needy!reader and menace to society!Bucky lol!

an | okay soooo i haven't written for bucky in ages but i really really really wanted to write this request for you friend, thank you so much for sending it in 🥺🤍 i looove thigh riding and overstim so this was just the perfect little idea, thank you for sending it in and i hope you enjoy friend!!! <333

"Please Daddy, pretty please!"

"I'll be good for you, Daddy— I'll be sooo good if you let me!"

"Pleeease Daddy, need your cock! Need it in me, please, please, please!"

Your desperate words fall on deaf ears as your daddy bounces you on his bare thigh, his big hands supporting you by the waist as you sniffle and whine into his shoulder. "Shhh, pumpkin. C'mon, give me one more. Cum one more time for Daddy, and then you can have it, sweet girl."

"N-no Daddy, please," you beg again, your little hips jerking as he grinds you down more forcefully against his flexed thigh, the thick bands of his muscles hitting right up against your weakest spots.

"But you're doing so good, baby. So good for me, yeah? Just wanna see you cum one more time. You know how much I love seeing you fall apart like this. Doesn't it feel good, baby doll? Don't you like riding Daddy's thigh?"

"Y-ye-es Daddy, but—"

"Shhh," he shushes you again, reaching a hand down to move things along by rubbing your poor, puffy clit. Your hands dig into his shoulder blades as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head pounding as you hear Bucky whisper, "C'mon, baby. Let go for me. That's it..."

He coos loving praises as you squirt helplessly against his leg. He keeps rocking you on top of him as you ride the waves of your orgasm, letting out the sweetest little hums and moans against the familiar safety of his t-shirt.

"That's my girl," he murmurs proudly, kissing the side of your head as you float back down from your high. "Did so good for Daddy, 'm so proud of you, angel. Now let's get you all spread out on your back and ready for me, hmm? Think you've finally earned a good fucking from Daddy."

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abbysbug · 3 months

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mobboss!abby HCs

i might make a part two cuz i have more HCs but it’d make this post too long

mobboss!abby listens to classical music.

she is ALWAYS wearing a suit. no matter the occasion.

she doesn’t get trigger-happy. she only kills when it’s deserved or beneficial to her.

she owns multiple houses but only uses two. she uses one for her mobboss work and the other is her home - with you.

mobboss!abby tries to keep you out of her work, but it’s nearly impossible when people start to recognise you as her girlfriend.

sometimes she needs to bring you to the workhouse to know that you're safe - especially on longer days.

mobboss!abby is SO protective over you. she once found out that one of her kitchen staff was talking shit about you and she beat the living shit out of him.

he was basically dead when abby was done with him. but of course she won’t let her employees die and had her medical staff help him.

you thought it was insanely attractive that she did that for you. abby kept you by her side for the rest of the day.

mobboss!abby has taught you how to shoot a gun and defend yourself. you both are aware that someone could attempt to kill you at any moment, and have prepared for it.

mobboss!abby appears terrifying and cruel at work but behind doors she is the biggest softie.

she whines and whimpers when she doesn’t get her way with you. and she LOVES cuddles and kisses.

whenever you’re busy, she’ll pout and whine until you finally carve and give her cuddles and kisses.

she loves to sit in your lap and give you neck/face kisses.

arguments aren’t very common in your relationship, but whenever one does happen, abby is immediately trying to fix it.

she can’t handle it when you’re upset with her. it makes her feel miserable and she can’t think straight.

for abby’s birthday, you bought her a german shepard puppy. she never likes dogs before, but she immediately fell in love with the puppy.

she trained her dog and it became more useful than her own employees.

after that, she bought more dogs and now your home is full of german shepards.

okay going back to her mobboss life. mobboss!abby is extremely feared by others. she walks into a room and immediately everyone falls silent and looks at her.

she carried SO much power and status.

men wouldn’t dare to cross her decisions (unless they have a death wish).

#tlou #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson HCs #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou #abby the last of us #abby x reader #abby x y/n #abby x you #melposts

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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What Do You Think About? - M.S

sub!Matt, reader & him are best friends, she catches him, Matt’s POV

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Mindlessly scrolling on my phone, switching from app to app, my boredom only increasing as I did so, I notice a picture Y/N had posted. We’d been best friends for years, but there was no denying that she was hot. Even if I tried to deny it the countless hard-ons I’ve had from her proved me wrong. Looking over the photo my eyes linger on how short the skirt she had on was, and the fact her nipples were visibly hard through her top. Feeling myself only become more aroused the longer I looked, I swiped. Trying to shift my focus to anything else but the photo - her, was pointless, my dick now throbbing, I scroll back up to the photo and pull down my pants, my dick hitting my stomach as I did.

Still looking at the photo I begin stroking myself, a quiet groan falling from my lips as I did. Closing my eyes I let my mind wander, imaginations of Y/N naked underneath me, her on her knees with my dick in her mouth consuming it.

“Oh shit fuck I’m sorry I should’ve knocked”

My eyes snap open as my door opens and I lock eyes with Y/N. My cheeks flushing red, immediately covering myself while multiple apologies leave my mouth before she cut me off.

“Is that - is that a photo of me?” She asks.

“What? No. It’s not you it’s someone else I swear” I reply, trying my best to sound convincing.

“Mmm no pretty sure that’s the exact photo I posted a bit ago” She replies, a smirk growing on her face.

“Okay fuck it's you. I’m sorry if you’re uncomfortable I didn’t -“ I begin before she cuts me off again.

“So pretty boy Matty thinks of me when he touches himself?" She asks.

My breath catches in my throat as I struggle to form a response. Her walking closer the longer I stayed silent.

“What do you think about hm?” She smirks.

“Just - I don’t know” I mumble.

“You ever think about me sucking you off?” She asks.

I stayed silent again, unsure of what response she was wanting from me.

“Come on Matty, tell me, have you thought about me sucking you off before?” She repeats.

“Yes” I sigh.

“Do you want help?” She asks, making my mouth go completely dry.

“I - what? Are you serious?” I croak out.

“Yes Matty I’m serious” She replies.

“I uh okay only if you want to” I reply, not letting myself turn down this chance.

Before I can even process her movements, she’s straddling me as she spits onto her hand, bringing it to my dick and slowly stroking it. I shutter at the feeling of her touch, whimpering as she continued. Her pace as she strokes me becoming faster, but my body still aching for more.

“Can you - fuck” I whine.

“Can I what pretty boy?” She asks, looking up at me. The sight alone would’ve been enough for me to come.

“Use your mouth, please” I say.

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” She replies.

“Yes I’ll be a good boy just - please” I reply, every passing minute only needing her touch more.

She smirks before lowering her head, her tongue swiping across my slit and around my tip. My hips thrusting upwards in response, begging her to take more of me in her mouth without me even needing to speak.

“Good boys are patient Matty” She says.

“Y-yes sorry” I moan, feeling her lick from the bottom of my dick back to the top.

I watch her intently, not wanting to forget this image as she takes more of my dick into her mouth. Throwing my head back, and gripping my sheets as the sensation of her warm mouth and tongue on my dick consumed me. Whimpers and moans effortlessly falling from my mouth as she bobbed her head up and down.

“You like this?” She mumbles, continuing to suck me off.

“Fuck yes so good don’t stop please” I moan, already feeling my climax growing.

My jaw drops and I groan out her name as I feel my dick hit the back of her throat, listening to the gags and moans leaving her mouth, sending vibrations up my dick. My hips thrusting upwards as she took all of me into her mouth. Feeling my dick twitch, I curse to myself, knowing I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from coming but not wanting this to end.

“Feels like someone wants to come, is that true Matty?” She questions.

“Yeah - yeah you look too good with my dick in your mouth and fucking hell you’re making me feel so good” I whimper, locking eyes with her.

“Not just yet, wait until I tell you too, got it?” She responds, a groan leaving my mouth after hearing it.

“Fuck okay” I nod.

She continues sucking me off, her tongue swirling around my tip and she bobs her head up and down. My legs trembling from the amount of pleasure and having to hold myself back.

“Please I need to come, please” I whimper.

“Come for me then, only because you’ve been a good boy for me” She replies.

A moan is all I respond with as my hand moves to the back of her head, gripping her hair and pulling on it slightly. My legs shaking as I reach my high and feel my come release into her mouth. Forcing myself to keep my eyes open, needing to watch her swallow it.

“Fuck fuck oh my god Y/N” I whimper, nothing but ectasy flowing through my body as she continued sucking me off through my high.

She pulls away, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb, managing to look at me innocently as if she wasn’t just deep throating me. My mind still replaying the image of her looking up at me with my dick in her mouth.

“Such a pretty boy coming for me” She smiles.

“That was - I mean I’ve imagined it but fuck you made me feel so good” I respond, trying to slow down my breathing.

“Could’ve asked me to do that ages ago yanno, I would’ve let you fuck me if you asked honestly” She shrugs as if it was nothing.

“Fuck sakes you’re going to drive me insane and I know it” I reply at the fact she was taunting me, purposely choosing to say that afterwards.

“Good, I like you begging me for more” She smirks.

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squigglewigglewoo · 7 months

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Hey can I request for yandere Dazai x reader, where reader is Chuuya sister but not working in Port Mafia. She just works part time in a pet shop.

hello annonie! I hope this is to your liking!

(✧) warnings: lowercase writing, stalking, yandere behavior, Dazai is a whole warning, maybe manipulation? pantie stealer Dazai, perv behavior. ideas of kidnapping at the end. dark themes below the cut!

(✦) summary: a peculiar volunteer at the pet shelter, one who has a distaste to dogs, seems to know a little to much about you. 324 words~

(✧) a/n: I haven't written much, if anything at all, for yandere, so I apologize if it isn't the best. I did this at midnight and I apologize if it's not what you expected.

(✦) pairing: yandere!dazai x gn!reader

(✧) listening to~ Love Me Dead by Ludo

imagine yandere!dazai volunteering at the animal shelter you work at, hating dogs but still willing to be around the creatures to spend time with his darling.

imagine yandere!dazai wrapping his arms around you and feigning fright whenever he sees the "wretched vermins" that he thinks dogs are, over dramatically whining about how the dogs gonna eat him, how you need to protect him. he'll be as overdramatic as needed if he means he gets to put his hands on you.

imagine yandere!dazai gasping, stumbling backwards and placing a hand over his chest as you tell him about your brother, chuuya, dramatically yelling "how could such a goddess like you be related to that slug!?" he of course already knew you where related, he had gone through every file that had existed about you multiple times, watching you from afar, studying you. he knew far more about you than you knew of yourself at this point.

imagine yandere!dazai actually working when he's at the shelter with you, knowing he won't be allowed to come back if he just lazes around instead of doing the volunteer work he signed up for. he can't have the only way he can see his lovely belladonna taken away from him, now can he?

imagine yandere!dazai taking photos of you without your knowing, whether it be from outside of the window of the animal shelter, or from outside of window in your room as your changing, keeping a particular photo of you trying on a pretty little set of lingerie, stupidity leaving your window opening thinking that it's midnight, no one will see you (he sure did), tucked in his wallet.

imagine yandere!dazai being a huge perv, stealing a worn pair of underwear every time he's invited over, going home and breathing in your scent and rubbing himself through his strained pants, wishing it was you you touching him. all the while you do nothing but wonder why your underwear collection is slowly dwindling in size.

imagine yandere!dazai slowly manipulating your mind, reprogramming it to love him before he finally rips you away from the watching, protective care of your brother, the brunette watching as the ginger panics and nearly destroys everything in his path, desperate to get you back from the manipulative, obsessive hands of his ex partner.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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So I saw that you were looking for Daryl Dixon requests & I am ALWAYS looking for some quality Daryl fics 😉. I was thinking about Daryl waking up his girl in the middle of the night for some sexy time because he just can’t get enough of her. Plus size Fem/she/her reader pretty please 🙏🏻

༉‧₊˚. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairings: daryl dixon x plus size!reader

― era: season 10

― summary: daryl can't seem to act characteristically around you, and he can't get mad whenever you melt him into a puddle without even trying.

― warnings: established relationship, mentions of mutual pining, daryl is in love, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, soft sex, kind of needy sex, daryl dixon is needy, lowkey sub!daryl dixon but it's just because he's whipped, cumming inside.

― wc: 1010

⋆ a/n: this is the first request that i've been able to complete in a long time, and i'm not going to lie and say that it wasn't refreshing to make, especially since i'm not on a time crunch. i had a lot of fun writing this, thank you for your request!

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Daryl wouldn't say that he's an insatiable man, but when it came to you, he didn't know what he was. He wasn't like Merle, who was an addict, he wasn't Lori, the woman that constantly craved drama and someone to save her, he was just... well, he was him. He was the no-good redneck that shouldn't have survived, the one that had somehow made it to see many communities rise and fall. He thought that was it, that he was there to protect until he couldn't anymore, but then there was you.

He didn't know how or when it happened, but once he had seen you, it was like his whole world had totally spun off of its axis, like his heart had started beating again even though it had never stopped to begin with. After all of the loss, all of his sacrifices, he almost couldn't believe it. You approached him first; you made your interest for him known as you didn't hide your feelings for the estranged man.

He almost couldn't even believe you now as he spooned you from behind, a heavy arm rested over your fluffy chest. You muttered something in your sleep, your ass pressing up against the warmth radiating from behind you. He grunted, his forearm tightening against your stomach. Another thing that he loved about you, was not only your soul & heart, but your body as well. Now, Daryl isn't a shallow man, he isn't attracted to someone purely based off of their looks, he wouldn't be the man he is now if he did, but your body.. it drove him crazy. Everything about you did, to your hair, down to the curves of your waist, the bump of your hips, the ripples in your skin, your large stomach, he loved all of you and more.

So, that's why he was fighting himself as he grew hard against your bottom, his hands desperately trying to keep you still as you kept grinding against him. He knew he should let you sleep, but you were intoxicating, his senses were filled with your shampoo, his hands full of your soft skin, and he was only a man.

He called out your name softly into your ear, the scruff of his beard tickling the side of your jaw. You grumbled, your displeasured whine bleeding into a soft hum.

"What is it, D?" You mumbled softly, turning your head slightly so that your lips brushed up against each other's. "I— uhh." The slow movement of his hips was enough. "Oh, Dar. Take what you need from me." You cooed softly, pressing a full kiss to his lips before turning your head back around, getting comfortable as his large hand breached the hem of your pajama pants, then your underwear. You hissed slightly at the feeling of his calloused fingers caressing your outter lips, your breathing getting heavier as he began to work you open.

His fingers were so large, they could practically have you broken down into nothing as you desperately rode them, the man adding a second finger as he listened to your noises. The sounds you made were like a song that he would never get sick of listening to, like a cd that was constantly left on replay until it burned out. He curled his two fingers against your g-spot before adding a third and final one, his thumb practically covering your sensitive nub as you attempted to bury your face in your pillow.

"Daryl.. baby." You whined out, an arm reaching back so that they could tangle in his long hair. He grunted at your grip, a slight pressure pulling against his roots. He tucked his face into your neck, silently coaxing you towards your high as your moans reached a louder pitch. As you crashed, you convulsed around his fingers, clenching down in a feeble attempt to keep him from leaving you.

"Can I — Can I.." His words seemed to die out as they left his lips, the sound muffled due to his mouth being against your skin. You were needier than ever, reading his mind as you quickly shoved down your sleep shorts and underwear, the material straining against your large thighs as you propped your legs up. Daryl tugged his own garments down too, his heavy cock pressed up against your ass. "Put it in, Daryl. I need it, please." You whispered, but your request definitely didn't fall on deaf ears as he guided himself into your dripping heat, a large hand upping the back of your knee for stability.

His arm slipped under your waist, your upper torso pressing it into the bed as he gripped your full stomach harshly. He groaned at the feeling of your softness compared to the fact that you fit him so well, your tight heat practically strangling his dick as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming too early.

"Yer so tight, I don' think I can last long." He groaned in shame, his hips grinding against yours pathetically. You breathed heavily at the minimal movement, the sensitivity of your inner walls offering you excess pleasure. "I don't — I don't mind." You turned your head so that you could look at him with slight difficulty. "You can use me, baby, I don't mind. I've already cum once, you know that's enough for me." You spoke against his lips as they grazed each other's. "I know ya don', but yer my girl, 'nd 'm supposed to take care of ya." You smiled softly, pecking his lips.

"If that's what you wanna do." Turning back around, he settled on short strokes, nothing too rough as he worked both of you into bliss gently, your walls feeling every veins and curve of his cock, practically memorizing them as your breathless noises combined together in a beautiful duet.

When he came, it was soft, a grunt falling out of his mouth and into muted air as you relaxed, the feeling of him surrounding you as you had begun to doze off in his warm embrace.

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guerrillateezsworld · 5 months

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mine now- rory keaner

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ask: can you do a dom rory keaner smut where benny has a crush on fem reader and rory hears abt it so he fucks the reader and then the next day she can like barely walk or something that proves they did it ? bc i feel like he has the needs to prove you his or smth

a/n: i giggled at this ask bcuz it really got me in my feels for rory again. rory just having the need to make sure everyone knows you’re his has me on the floor!!! i don’t really write full smut though so ill try

a/n: ok it was longer than i expected

warnings: dom!rory, rory is a smug bitch, cursing, sub!reader, protective sex, fingering, fem!reader, use of good girl and baby, choking, multiple orgasms, squirting, not proofread so pls ignore mistakes!!, i think that’s it

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its been going around that a certain someone has a crush on you. that person being benny weir, yours and rory’s best friend. and boy, when rory found out, he was JEALOUS.

see, he’s a vampire. so i feel like that adds onto his VERY protective instincts. after that incident, boy was he sure to show everyone you’re his.

the talk was everywhere, people worried that rory would actually hurt his friend over this crush. but he knows better than to betray his friend and hurt him. soooo… he sticks to something a little more… scandalous.

people definitely can tell what he’s trying to prove when the next day you show up, barely being able to walk. now that’s what i call jealousy and protectiveness

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you were heading home from school whenever rory popped up beside you out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of you. you ignored him, giving him the same attitude he’s given you all day. “what’s with the silent treatment?” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you. you shrug and continue to walk. he shakes his head and you both walk up to your house. once you both get inside, he turns you around and gives you a serious look. “why are you ignoring me?” he asks, looking you dead in the eye. “why am i ignoring you? do you not realize that’s what you’ve been doing to me all day?” you ask, clearly irritated. he smirks and you just glare at him. “i heard a certain someone has a crush on you.” “and…?” “clearly you’re mine and no one else’s. i’m jealous okay? he needs to know that you belong to me.”

you smirk at his confession. “you’re.. jealous” you laugh. clearly he doesn’t like that because before you know it, his lips are on yours as he starts making out with you. “let’s move this to my room, yeah?” you ask and he nods. he pulls away and practically drags you to your room and locks your door behind him. “god, you really know how to pull my strings huh?” he asks quietly while pushing you down onto your bed, kissing you quickly. “it’s a pro of mine, i’d say. it’s pretty easy to tick you off and i love it.” you smirk as he rolls his eyes. “just be quiet okay? i need to let everyone know who owns you, yeah?” he snaps back, clearly a little irritated but it’s not like you’ll listen. you hold back a giggle as his hands glide down your body and near where you need him most. completely forgetting about your bratty attitude, you let a small whine out as he caresses your thighs. “p-please rory..” you say and your hips slowly come off the bed. he lets out a groan before pushing your hips down and holding them. “don’t move. understand?” he says lowly, glaring at you.

you nod with a pout as he slowly starts kissing down your body. he gets to your jeans and takes them off, leaving you in your underwear. feeling a little nervous, you try to close your legs but he forcibly opens them back up. “keep your legs open too, baby. you know the rules” he groans, slowly taking your underwear to reveal your arousal. “god. you look so fucking delicious” he smirks and sees you look away. “hey, i want you to look at me while i eat you out and finger you, okay?” he tells you and he leans in to your cunt and licks a clean stripe up to your clit. it seemed to knock the wind out of you as your body jerks and a moan is pulled out of you. he brings his thumb up to rub your clit as he starts eating you out. as if it was a normal reflex, your hands fly to his head and push his face into your cunt some more. choked up moans spill out of your mouth when he immediately pushes two fingers in. your back arches off the bed and he pushes it down. “what did i say?” he asks as he stops his fingers making you groan. “t-to not move” “good girl” he dives back in, licking and sucking.

the knot in your stomach tightens as you notice his subtly grinding onto the bed. “getting close?” he smirks, not stopping one bit. all you can do is nod as the pleasure starts to get too much. he can tell by your heavy breathing and how you keep clenching around his fingers. “i’m gonna cum, rory” you whine loudly. he gives you a nod of approval and you let go, cumming on his tongue and fingers. he licks you clean and sits up, your arousal on his face. he looks at you with a smile and wipes his face off. “you taste so good, baby. but now i think it’s time for the main event. i’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be struggling to walk tomorrow” he gives you a smug smirk, it gets wider when he sees your eyes widen. “but?!- you can’t, we have school tomorrow” “well duh, that’s the whole reason silly. maybe it’ll get to benny’s and anyone else’s head that you’re mine. see?” he shrugs.

you know better than to argue back so you just nod, giving into him. “since you’re all prepped, i’ll just slide right in” he chuckles. you can see his bulge as he unbuckles his jeans and takes his boxers off with it. you start drooling at the sight, still never really getting over with how he looks. he reaches over to your nightstand and opens the one drawer. he grabs a condom and opens it and slides it on. he takes your legs and puts them over your shoulders. he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes all the way in. your moan mixed with his groan sounded like music to your ears. “so tight, baby. you were made just for me huh?” he looks down at you as he snaps his hips into you. “we got so distracted that we forgot to take our tops off” rory laughs and stops to move your legs to take his shirt off. you whine at the loss of movement but he just ignores it. “your turn” he says and helps me take off my shirt and bra. he puts my legs over his shoulders again and pushes into me, rougher. he snaps his hips into mine fast while moving his hand up to my neck. as he gets rougher, he squeezes my neck more. “you like it when i fuck you like this? i know you do, baby.”

he chuckles as you babble incoherently due to how hard he’s going. “ugh yes rory, i love it so much”. he leans forward, hitting a different angle with your legs coming close to your chest. you think he doesn’t notice when you slip your hand down to rub at your clit but he does. he slaps your hand away and glares at you. “no touching, understand?” he growls. you just nod and take what he’s giving you like the good girl you are. “rory, i-im gonna cum” the words come out like a mumble as you whine loudly. “oh yeah? then let go baby” he smiles and the knot in your stomach snaps and you come. he smirks and flips you over onto your hands and knees.

due to the easier position, he goes in deeper and pounds into your overstimulated cunt. he makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair and shoves your face into the mattress. you moan loudly but it just comes out muffled due to your position. “rory.. please” you whine into the pillow. he ignores it and continues thrusting into you. “you can take it baby. i know you can” he smirks, even though you can’t even see it. he lets out groans while you’re whining and falling apart beneath him. due to being sensitive, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. “i can tell you’re close again because you’re squeezing me baby” he chuckles as he himself gets closer to his release. you can tell by his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. “i’m almost there baby, you can wait a few” he says with a grunt. a muffled yes followed along by a whine comes from you. his thrust start to get more sloppier as he gets closer. finally, he gives you permission to come. “alright baby, let loose. come on my cock like a good girl” he groans out. what felt like the best orgasm ever, hits you and you moan loudly as you let go. he comes in the condom and helps you ride out your high. once you’re done, he slowly pulls out with a groan making you whine at the lost contact. he takes the condom off and throws it away before he collapses next you, heavily breathing. “now you know who you belong to right? say it” he says while looking you dead in the eyes. “you rory, i’m all yours” you manage to say while you’re still calming down. “good girl. now maybe people will realize tomorrow at school when you’re struggling to walk” he smirks. letting your realization kick in that you guys still have school tomorrow, you groan. “so this was your plan after all you sneaky asshole” he lets a laugh slip out at your words. he just shrugs and smiles smugly, “i figured you would’ve realized by now”. you don’t have the energy to reply back so you lift your hand up to flip him off to which he laughs at. finally, he turns over to you so he can see you better. “you’ll definitely need a shower and some rest tonight. i’ll see you tomorrow” he smiles. “yeah i definitely will. bye rory, i love you” you say as he gets up to put his clothes back on. “i love you too” he smiles and leans down to give you a kiss. he grabs his stuff and leaves while you still lay there for a few minutes.

deciding to get up, you go to your closet to grab clothes for a shower. you don’t feel much discomfort right now but you definitely will tomorrow. you head to the bathroom and take a shower. once you’re done, you put your phone on charge and turn off the lights before settling down on your bed. immediately you fall asleep in the comforts of your bed.

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it’s the next morning and you wake up, feeling the discomfort already. “damn it rory” you tell yourself. getting the remaining courage and energy, you get up and get ready. grabbing your stuff and leaving for school. when you get to school, rory is already standing at the doors waiting for you with a smug smirk on his face. “how you feeling?” he tries to hide his laugh. “shut up” you tell him, not really amused. you guys walk in and you’re already getting stares at the limping you’re doing.

now everyone definitely knows what you and rory did last night but no one dares to say anything, even benny. he’s a little spooked but glad rory didn’t try to kill him or something.

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andddd i’m done!! thank you for reading and thanks to the requester for requesting!!

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bwabys-scenarios · 4 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 28

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Kurapika woke up when (Name) began to stir underneath him. He shifted slightly to look up at her, feeling more sober, but not completely down from his high yet. “Angel?”

She smiled sleepily, giving his forehead a kiss. “Hey Pika, did you sleep well?”

He nodded, leaning his cheek against her breast. “Yeah… I alway sleep the best when it’s with you.”

That flustered (Name), turning her shy. She looked away, cheeks warm. “I-I’m glad. Sorry I woke you up, but Leorio and I are about to go shopping,”

Kurapika stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. “Shopping? It’s nearly midnight.”

(Name) laughed, moving out from under him to pull on her shoes. “They have big deals at midnight on Fridays. It’s the perfect opportunity to do Christmas shopping!”

Kurapika perked up at that, looking at her with soft eyes. “Christmas shopping? Mmm…”

The blonde stood up, stumbling slightly as he began to walk towards his coat. “I’ll go… with you. I’ve gotta shop too…”

He wanted to get (Name) something nice for Christmas. ‘Mmm… maybe a necklace…’

“Um… Kurapika, is that good idea?”

Leorio stood behind him, watching the blonde stumble around as he got ready. “Look at the little guy, he can barely stand up straight.”

(Name) sighed and held onto Kurapika’s hand. “Pika, maybe you should stay home. What if-“

He whined, surprising (Name). “No, no I wanna go with you…”

His hand reached out to tug at her sleeve, and he leaned his full weight against her. “Don’t leave me…”

She held him, looking to Leorio for help, but the tall man shrugged. “Your boyfriend, your problem.”

“He’s not my- Leorio is you don’t get over here I swear to GOD-“

Leorio scurried over to help support Kurapika. “I was just kidding! Haha…”

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(Name) and Kurapika rode in the back of the car, the blonde peppering kisses on her neck and cheek as he cling to her. “Mmm… so happy…”

She tried to keep her breathing steady, but his wandering hands were making that hard on her. “Pika, pika please.”

She gently pushed his hands to her waist, lightly scolding him. “Keep them here, okay?”

He pouted but listened, nibbling on her neck in defiance. Leorio watched this from his rearview mirror, frowning. “I don’t know how you agreed to this, (Name).”

She pouted, gently squishing Kurapika’s cheeks. “How could I say no to this face?”

Kurapika seemed completely content to be held and squeezed, nuzzling his cheek against her palm happily.

“I could, easily even.”

“Leorio!”

“Sorry.”

They three arrived at the mall, Kurapika clinging to (Name), his cheek squished agaisnt hers. “Soft… mmm…”

She yelped when he gently bit her chubby cheek, nibbling lightly. Kurapika had thought about doing this exactly things multiple times, but never had the courage. Now his inhibitions were gone, and he wasn’t holding back his affection for her.

“L-Leorio, help!”

The taller man rushed over, pulling Kurapika away. (Name) wiped at her now wet cheek, huffing slightly, but stopped when Kurapika spoke up.

“N-no… (Name) please… don’t leave me…”

She paused, watching as tears fell down his pink cheeks. This wasn’t an act, the blonde was genuinely desperate for her care and affection, and she couldn’t just sit by and watch him cry.

“Shh, Pika, it’s alright.”

She cupped his cheek and wiped away his tears with her thumb. “There’s no need to cry, I’m not going anywhere. You just can’t bite me, okay?”

He nodded, his lip quivering as Leorio let him go. He was back in her arms in seconds, his cheek nuzzled into her neck. The taller man rolled his eyes. “You’re too soft, (Name).”

“Maybe…”

She pulled Leorio in too, making him stutter and blush. “But I’m soft for you too, so no complaining.”

The three made their way into the packed mall, (Name) keeping a hand on Kurapika’s at all times. He seemed to not mind this one bit, he even tried his best to stay as close as possible to her.

“Okay, we’re going to be splitting up. I need to buy Christmas presents for both of you, so Leorio…”

She handed Kurapika to the taller man, smiling. “You’re on Kurapika duty.”

Leorio pouted, holding onto Kurapika’s hand like one would hold a dog’s leash.

Before the blonde could whine, (Name) kissed his cheek, cooing softly. “Shh, be good for Leorio and I’ll give you some peach cobbler when we get home.”

He nodded, his face flushed and eyes half lidded as he watched her walk away. “Mmph… I love her…”

“I know bud, let’s get moving before we get trampled.”

————————

“So, what are you here for, Kurapika?”

The two were standing near a random kiosk as they talked. Kurapika took a moment to answer, blinking slowly. “Wanna get something for (Name)…”

Leorio nodded, turning to look at the kiosk. “Yeah, that’s what I’m here for too. We should stick together so we don’t end up getting her the same th-“

He turned to grab Kurapika’s hand and lead him to a nearby Sanrio store, but the blonde had already disappeared with the crowd.

“(Name) is going to kill me.”

Kurapika walked in a daze, occasionally glancing up to look at signs. He wanted to get (Name) something special, but his mind felt fuzzy and he was having trouble remembering the ideas he had for her gift.

Over the past few months, his love for her had grown from a schoolboy crush to an adoring love that he had trouble keeping under control. Kurapika hadn’t yet asked her out, so he wanted to get something she could enjoy even if she rejected him.

But right now, Kurapika wasn’t thinking of that. The only thing on his mind was getting her something special, and whether it was romantic or not didn’t matter.

The blonde spotted the jewelry store, and his eyes lit up.

‘Perfect, that’s where I’ll get her gift.’

———————

(Name) sighed softly, peeking into the bag she held in her arms. She had just bought Leorio’s gift, and was moving towards the nearest Claire’s to start shopping for Alluka.

‘Alluka likes makeup and fashion, but Nanika prefers Pokémon and My Little Pony…’ she thought to herself as she began shopping, placing hair berets and jewelry into the basket she carried.

Killua and Alluka usually got a few different gifts on Christmas, some from “Santa” and some from her and the other adults. Alluka and Nanika stil believed in Santa, while Killua didn’t. He still liked the tradition though, and played along for his little sister’s sake.

As (Name) went to pick up a bat themed hair clip, she felt someone else’s hand brush against hers.

“(Name).”

Her hand was grabbed, the woman looking up to see none other than Illumi standing before her. His long black hair was pulled back into a braid while he wore a casual pair of slacks and a purple turtleneck.

“Illumi? Strange seeing you here, what do you want?”

(Name) wasn’t dumb, she knew if Illumi was there he was there for a reason. The dark haired man smiled, his grip tightening on her hand. “You weren’t answering your phone, so I tracked you.”

She blinked, reaching for her phone. “Ah, it’s dead. I didn’t even notice, sor- wait did you say you tracked me!?”

He nodded nonchalantly, as if tracking her down was the most normal thing in the world. “Yes, I needed to inform you that I was in town and that we will be having our date tomorrow at 6 pm sharp.”

“And I had to know this immediately? You didn’t have to track me-“

“I did. I assume you already know this, but your power makes you quite the target for kidnapping. You being dangerous isn’t the only reason the Hunter Association is keeping an eye on you.”

(Name) puffed out her chubby cheeks in a pout, staring up at the tall man. “Yeah, yeah, lower your voice. I don’t like others knowing-“

“Others? You mean that blonde boy?”

Her face heated up instantly, and she huffed. “His name is Kurapika, and yes I’d rather he not know about… all of that.”

Illumi raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I hate to break it to you, but he knows you’re under surveillance. He just doesn’t know why… completely.”

(Name) paused, her aura flaring up as she looked hip, her eyes darkening. “Illumi, don’t play with me. How much does he know?”

Before she could even finish her sentence, the man had jumped back 15 feet to get out of her Ben’s radius. “Don’t kill the messenger, (Name). He only knows that something happened during the Chimera Ant incident, and that it had something to do with your abilities being dangerous.”

She let out a relieved sigh, her aura relaxing. “Fuck, Illumi, lead with that next time, I nearly turned you into a pile of ash.”

Illumi laughed, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t have. You don’t have it in you to kill me. I can tell.”

He used two of his long slender fingers to pinch her cheek. “You’ve killed once, sure, but don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re still too soft, killing that man destroyed you, didn’t it?”

She pushed his hand away, scowling. “Shut up, you’re really testing your luck, Illumi.”

“Ah, ah, ah, you shouldn’t be so rude to someone that helped you. Perhaps I’ll tell the blonde boy what really happened-“

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, staring up at him. “Illumi.”

He went quiet, looking down at her in mild amusement. She was being completely serious this time, and he knew to go any further may end up pushing his luck. Illumi pulled his hand away and shook it lightly. “Oh, truly you’re no fun. Hisoka would have found that hilarious.”

“It’s hard to tell when you’re joking when your face is always completely neutral, Illumi.”

He shrugged, his big, dark eyes staring down at her. (Name) crossed her arms, looking up at him. “Back on topic, where will our date be?”

“It’ll be at that new restaurant uptown.”

She blinked at him, quiet for a moment. “Illumi, I won’t be able to afford th-“

“Is it not normal for the man to pay for the date? Don’t worry, you won’t owe me anything for it.”

Illumi raised his hand and placed it on her head, rubbing his palm against her hair. It was an awkward attempt at some sort of affection, leaving (Name) confused and with messy hair. “See you then, (Name).”

And with that, he was gone. She tried her best to smooth out her hair when she heard someone running towards her. Wait no, there were two people sprinting her way!

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio panted softly as they reached her, both bent over to catch their breath.

“Your… aura… spiked,” Kurapika was able to get out, his cheeks red. Leorio nodded and waved his hand in acknowledgment of Kurapika’s statement.

“It’s… nothing. Just saw something scary.”

“Scary? Are you alright?”

Leorio and Kurapika were on her in seconds, the former checking her for injuries while the latter held onto her hand in a comforting manner. “Oh my god, I’m fine!”

She laughed, pushing them both away, but inside she felt… fuzzy. Them running to supposedly rescue or help get made her feel safe and protected. (Name) grew up fending for herself, so it was nice to taken care of sometimes and have someone worry over her.

Kurapika blushed slightly when she laughed, his heart doing flips in his chest at the way her eyes crinkled and her cheeks warmed up. She was happy, truly and genuinely happy, and that made him happy.

“(Name)… you’re so pretty.”

To Kurapika, this was an absolute truth. (Name) was beauty itself, the moon that shined in the dark and guided his way. The woman’s face heated up, her eyes going wide with surprise.

“Pretty?”

Kurapika hummed softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “Mmm… no, not pretty. Beautiful, gorgeous, radiant…”

He planted a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “Just… perfect.”

They shared a soft look with one another, Kurapika about to lean in for another kiss when Leorio pulled him back by the collar. “Alright lover boy, we have an appointment to keep.”

Kurapika struggled against Leorio’s hold, still a bit weak from inebriation. “Appointment? What are you talking about?”

“I made one while you were lost.”

“Lost? You lost Kurapika!?”

Leorio paused, glancing at (Name)’s angry expression before sprinting away. “Sorry (Name), gotta go or well be late!”

Kurapika stumbled as he ran, being dragged by Leorio. “Hey, slow down, your freakishly long legs are going to make me fall!”

Leorio stopped in front of a store, one that sold customized suits. Kurapika took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “A tailor? Why the hell do we have an appointment with a tailor?”

The taller man rolled his eyes. “Your last suit is ripped and covered in blood. I got an appointment for myself, but I figured you would need one too.”

Kurapika, still coming off of his high stared at Leorio for a moment, connecting the dots. “Ah… that’s right.”

“And you didn’t hear it from me, but (Name) loves a well dressed man.”

Kurapika’s shoulders straightened, and he booked it into the department, nearly stumbling and losing his balance. “Well come on, it’s rude to miss an appointment!”

————————

(Name) sat in the food court, several bags by her feet as she sleepily munched on a cheap burger. She finally got her shopping done, ans with a quick glance at her watch, she realized it was nearly 3 am.

She rubbed her tired eyes, glancing around. ‘Where are they? It’s been an hour since I last saw them…’

The employees could be seen putting up cheap Christmas decorations as the mall became less crowded. (Name) looked between the Christmas tree and the lights being hung up as she got lost in thought.

‘This will be my first Christmas with Kurapika…’

That thought warmed her cheeks and heart, along with the knowledge that he planned on asking her out soon. Killua would never lie or play a trick was cruel as that on her or Gon, so she was going to keep waiting patiently for him. Even the smallest chance of him liking her made her nearly combust.

He had always been so alluring, with his pretty eyes and kind smile. There had been bumps in the road with him, yeah, but (Name) was sure he had changed!

At least, she really hoped he had. For both of their sakes.

There was, however, a nagging fear in the back of her mind telling her that he would abandon her all over again for a chance to kill the phantom troupe or gather a pair of the scarlet eyes. She figured that no, he wouldn’t do that after choosing to save her over collecting the eyes.

Right? He slipped up and hurt her feelings at times, but he wouldn’t do that again…

Her mind drifted back to the painful fact that Kurapika still hadn’t apologized for his actions in York New, or even attempted to explain WHY he said such things to her. It’s still confused and hurt her. Did he like her, if he couldn’t apologize for something so awful? Sure he’d given her apologies for his small fuck ups since he came back, but he hadn’t done it for the one that caused their separation in the first place.

It was almost like he was holding onto that apology, in case he needed to leave again. That thought hurt (Name) the most, knowing he might be keeping her at arms length, that me might even be using her hurt for his own gain. Would he apologize for that incident to butter her up after he messed up again?

She shook her head. No, (Name) didn’t want to think of Kurapika in that light. He was trying to better, wasn’t that enough?

But she knew it really wasn’t. Kurapika had issues, everyone did, but he used his anger and hate to fuel him. When your life is based on anger and hate, it’s hard to love. Kurapika wasn’t good for her at the end of the day. He was on a path of destruction that no one should follow, unless they wanted to get burned.

(Name) knew this, but despite it all she couldn’t bring herself to let him go. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t. He was everything to her, the reason she stayed alive when she was barely hanging on.

She wanted to believe he would get better, that if she kept by his side he would change for her.

That’s all she could do, was believe in him and his ability to change for the better. Was this healthy? No, but when Kurapika was near, (Name) felt whole, complete. Being apart from him had nearly killed her, though sometimes he wondered if he felt the same. Was she just a desperate, clingy girl to him? Someone he could easily take advantage of because of her soft heart and trusting nature?

‘No! No… stop it, you can’t think like that. Kurapika isn’t that type of guy, he… he wouldn’t. He would never take advantage of me.’

She sighed softly, placing her half eaten burger on the small tray in front of her. After a good sip of her soda, (Name) nearly screamed when she felt someone hug her from behind.

It was just Leorio, the man hugging her while also grabbing the remains of her burger and taking a big bite. “Hey, sunshine. Hope you didn’t have to wait too long.”

She pouted a little as he finished off her burger. “It wasn’t too long, I just finished shopping myself.”

Leorio nodded, stealing a fry before standing back up. “Got a new suit, what do you think?”

She turned hummed in acknowledgment, looking him up and down. “Looking sharp as always, Leorio. Navy blue is certainly your color.”

Leorio blushed, giving her a flustered smile as someone cleared their throat behind him.

(Name) looked past Leorio to see Kurapika standing there in a suit tailored to his specific tastes and shape. His hair was combed neatly, falling past his shoulders as his cheeks turned a soft pink color under her gaze.

“Oh wow, aren’t you handsome? Mmm…”

She walked forward and ran her hand over the fabric of his suit, humming softly. “It’s nice, and it suits you well… you needed a new one, didn’t you? This is perfect.”

He struggled to speak for a second as her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, the blonde’s cheeks turning from pink to red. “Uh thanks. Thank you.”

She smiled and pulled her hands away, causing the blonde to involuntarily huff. ‘Wait, what was that?’

He blushed, feeling like a spoiled child with the way his body reacted to her retreating warmth. His high was nearly gone, so he was a bit more conscious of his actions and the way they made him look.

“Oh, you still need me.”

She seemed to assume he was still being clingy due to his inebriation, so (Name) held him close to her, smiling as her arm locked with his.

‘Oh… this is nice…’

Maybe he could be clingy for a little longer, until the fog fully cleared from his head. She didn’t seem to mind after all, and having her close to him was all he really wanted.

———————

They got home at nearly 4 am, and the three slept in while Alluka and Killua left to play by the creek. At around 1 pm, (Name) got up to start preparing for her date with Illumi.

First she would have to cook an early dinner and put the food away so they could eat while she was gone. Then, she walked upstairs to figure out what she would wear.

She didn’t care too much about the date, she wasn’t interested in Illumi in the least, but she also didn’t want to have to redo the date if she didn’t adhere to his tastes enough. (Name) was still trying to figure out WHY he wanted a date with her.

Her eyes stopped on a certain dress a friend bought her, and she paused. ‘Well… this is the most elegant dress I own…’

She put it on, then set about doing her hair and makeup, finally finishing up by 4:30 pm. She placed her heels on then walked downstairs, lifting the long fabric of her dress so she wouldn’t trip.

Kurapika and Leorio were sitting in the living room, the blonde going over a map of something while the taller man listened intently. They looked up when she was walked past. Kurapika’s jaw fell open, and he stumbled out of his chair and towards her.

Before he could get a word in, she opened her purse and reapplied her lipstick as she stared into her compact mirror. “Dinner is in the fridge, I shouldn’t be out too late. Make sure the kids don’t get into any trouble, bye!”

She gave him a smile before leaving, her swaying hips making him babble incoherently as she closed the door behind her.

She left before he could ask a single question. Where was she going? Why was she so dressed up? Was she going on a date, and if it was, could he reasonably take the person she was meeting in a fight?

Leorio watched as Kurapika tugged on his coat and put on his shoes. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… following her. To make sure she’s okay.”

“To make sure she’s not going on a date, you mean?”

The blondes eyebrow twitched, and Leorio sighed. “You know, if you had asked her out weeks ago this wouldn’t be happening. She’s gorgeous, and a full grown woman. She can do whatever she wants.”

But even as Leorio said this, Kurapika could sense jealousy in his voice. “You don’t like this either, Leorio. I… won’t do anything stupid, and I’ll keep you informed.”

Leorio stayed quiet for a moment before sighing. “Alright, but if you get caught, I had nothing to do with this.”

Kurapika left without another word, using his phone to track her location. She offered to do this so he wouldn’t worry so much when they were on missions together, and now he was using her kindness to his own advantage.

As he ran along the sidewalk, he wondered if what he was doing was right. Even if she was going on a date, was that really any of his business? They weren’t dating, and he hadn’t exactly been the kindest to get over the years. Maybe the man she was meeting would treat her better than he ever could, and that thought made him pause outside the restaurant.

“Hey, blondie! Get over here!”

Kurapika nearly yelped when he was pulled into a bush, his mouth being covered by a clawed, pale hand. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re my brother’s date, I thought you liked mom!”

“Killua?”

His voice was muffled by the white haired boys hand, but with a turn of his head Kurapika’s guess was confirmed. “Yeah, it’s me. Why are you here?”

“Why are you here? I thought you were playing with Alluka in the backyard!”

Killua huffed, rolling his eyes. “I was, until I got told by Milluki that Illumi had a date near me. I came to spy and maybe mess with him a bit. It makes up a little for him trying to brainwash me or whatever.”

Kurapika ignored the last part, instead latching onto the knowledge that Illumi was here, on a date. The realization of what may be reality was dawning on him, making the blonde’s head swim.

“I’m… I’m here because (Name)’s location said she was here. She left the house all dressed up…”

Killua stared at Kurapika for a moment, putting all the puzzle pieces together. “You don’t think…”

They both shivered, peeking out of the bush when they sensed (Name)’s aura. Thankfully the two had thought to use Zetsu before they arrived to hide their own auras.

They peeked out of the bush just in time to see (Name) stepping out of her car, a tall man holding her hand to help her out. “You look divine, (Name).”

The two stared wide eyed as Illumi Zoldyck kissed her hand, the man wearing a lavish suit. Kurapika felt his blood pressure rise, his fists clenching as he tried to control his anger.

“Thanks… you look nice too.”

Kurapika wasn’t able to tell that (Name) looked visually uncomfortable with Illumi’s touch, he was too blinded by seething hatred and jealousy. Illumi was touching her, his angel, and he wouldn’t stand for it.

“Listen man, I’m just as freaked out by this as you, but you’ve gotta cool down.”

Killua pulled him back before he could jump out of the bush and strangle Illumi to death. “Just be patient, let’s follow them in.”

The two waited for a few minutes after (Name) and Illumi walked into the restaurant before they followed behind.

“Okay, follow my lead. Just don’t act… like yourself.”

Kurapika rolled his eyes, smoothing out his tabard as they stood up. “I know how to act in scenarios like this, I work as a bodyguard for the upper class. I’ve been to restaurants like these a thousand times.”

“Oh really? And how many of those situations included (Name)?”

Kurapika went quiet, giving the white haired boy an annoyed glare. “… that’s besides the point.”

“I actually think that’s the entire point, if we’re being honest. Why else would you be here?”

“You just love pissing me off don’t you?”

“Your reactions are pretty funny.”

Kurapika decided to ignore him, remembering (Name)’s advice. Killua was provoking him, he had to remember that when speaking to him. “Let’s get this over with.”

The restaurant had cool, unnatural lighting that left one feeling uneasy and exposed. Although it was chilly outside, there seemed to be no relief from the cold weather inside. If Kurapika had to guess, he’d assume it was below 60°F.

If you wanted a comfortable place to eat, this was not the place. You would find more comfort eating on the ground of a public gas station bathroom. Despite the high quality furniture and food, Kurapika would have much preferred having dinner at home with (Name) and his friends.

The two spotted (Name) and Illumi sitting at a candlelight table a few feet away. Illumi seemed to stare at her without blinking as (Name) tried to look everywhere but at the man across from her.

“What are they even doing here? I’ll be honest Kurapika, you’re pretty low on the list of people I want mom to end up with, but you’re higher than Illumi, that’s for damn sure.”

“… how much higher?”

Killua didn’t answer that one, instead ducking behind a fake potted plant. “They’re ordering their food.”

(Name) glanced from the menu to Illumi, trying to order her food without stuttering. He stared at her with a blank face, his big and dark eyes almost staring into her soul. It made her nervous to be observed like an object under a microscope.

“I’ll um… have the salmon platter, with broccoli and corn as a side,” she said softly before handing her menu back to the waiter.

“I’ll have the same.”

(Name) blinked as Illumi did the same as her, before folding his hands in his lap neatly. He went back to staring at her afterwards, but (Name) had enough of that.

“So… how have you been lately?”

Illumi thought for a moment before responding. “I recently completed a job where I had to kill 30 people within a four day time limit.”

He said this as if it was a completely normal topic of conversation. Illumi was an assassin, yeah, but so was Killua, but he could at least read the mood.

“That’s… impressive.”

It hurt Kurapika just a little to see her in the dress he bought her while she was on a date with another man. It was a gift and she could use it however she wanted, but it still made his heart ache. “Why do you think she would ever go on a date with him? He’s a total creep.”

Killua sighed. “I’m not sure, but judging from her uncomfortable expression I don’t think she’s here for fun.”

(Name) sipped on her wine quietly, attempting to find at least one thing to talk about. She looked around the restaurant and scanned Illumi, before her eyes stopped on his neck.

A high quality, knitted scarf hung around his neck, a dark purple in color. It was the only pop of color in his entire outfit, and something (Name) could latch into.

“Oh, Illumi, that scarf is so nice, where did you get it from?”

She then cursed herself. ‘Damn it (Name), it’s probably from some luxury brand you’ve never heard of, you’re just going to see like an idiot.’

“I made it myself.”

Silence.

It was her turn to stare into his face unabashedly, her eyebrow raised and head tilted. “You… made it? You know how to knit?”

Illumi summoned his needles, making the girl flinch. “Would you like a demonstration?”

———————

Kurapika and Killua sat at a table a good 10 feet away from the two, using menus to cover their faces. Thankfully, by the time they got close enough to listen in on their conversation, (Name) had become focused on Illumi and his handiwork.

“Oh wow, Illumi! You just knitted an entire sweater in 2 minutes, that’s incredible!”

Kurapika nearly barfed whne he could see the faintest tint of pink appear on Illumi’s face from (Name)’s genuine compliment. “… oh… thank you, (Name). It’s something to keep me busy when I’m between jobs. I picked it up when I was 13 after getting kidnapped for ransom money.”

“Ah.”

(Name) sighed, and quickly tried to push past that. “Well I’m glad you picked it up, you’re really talented! Honestly, I bet you could sell your creations first good money-“

“I do.”

“Oh.”

(Name) played with her food. The topic of his scarf was starting to run dry, he was giving short answers again. What else could she possibly talk about though?

That’s when Illumi made his move. “So… how is Killua?”

Killua noticed (Name) stiffen at Illumi’s question. She was immediately on guard, and would be able to detect any malicious intent. “… he’s fine.”

“And Alluka?”

“She’s doing well.”

Illumi folded his hands under his chin, his eyes softening ever so slightly. “I see. That’s… good. It’s nearly Christmas time, I know buying presents for them and keeping them clothed and fed can’t be easy. Mother hates that her children prefer staying with you, and she’s barely kept from killing you herself by the fact that if she did, she would incur Kilua’s wrath. He made it very clear to us that you are not to be touched.”

(Name) nodded slowly, Killua doing his best to keep his anger under control. ‘He’s talking too much, he needs to shut his mouth.’

“Well, perhaps she should think about why Killua and Alluka prefer staying with me. They feel safer and cared for in my home. I don’t like separating families, but I also don’t like children being… mistreated.”

Illumi stayed quiet, as if thinking this over. (Name) wasn’t going to hold back her thoughts on their parenting methods, not one bit. Killua and Alluka were both deeply traumatized individuals, and a lot of that trauma stemmed from the way they were brought up.

“They… really do seem to care for you. That much is obvious with a simple look at their aura when you’re around. I’ve… never seen Killua as relaxed as that. He’s… changing.”

(Name) nodded. “Yeah he is, he goes to therapy every Tuesday and does his best to improve himself because he cares about me and his friends. He doesn’t want to be an assassin, and even if he did I would support whatever choice he makes. He doesn’t have a set path to follow in my house, he can be whoever he wants to be, and that in and of itself is freeing.”

Kurapika noticed Killua’s grasp on his menu tightening, and behind it the boy was tearing up. He already knew all of this in his heart, but to hear (Name) state how much she cared for him made Killua want to sob.

The blonde wasn’t completely sure what to do, but he reached out a hand to hold onto Killua’s, squeezing gently. It’s something (Name) had done to comfort Kurapika several times before, and when Killua began to relax, he sighed with relief knowing it worked.

As (Name) and Illumi finished their dessert, (Name) wiped her face before smiling politely. “Thank you for taking me out, I really appreciate it, and surprisingly this was pretty nice.”

Illumi nodded, but when she stood up to leave he grabbed her hand. “Wait, (Name).”

She turned back to look at him, only to see his face quickly approaching hers.

Time slowed down for the restaurant. As Illumi’s lips inched ever closer to (Name)’s, a certain blonde had enough, throwing down his menu and sprinting towards the table. Killua follows suit, attempting to stop Illumi and Kurapika from getting into a fight.

Before anything could happen, (Name) placed her palm over Illumi’s lips, stopping him from kissing her. The man tilted his head and stared at her questioningly.

“Sorry, Illumi… but there’s only one person I want to kiss.”

She glanced at Kurapika, who stood right in front of their table, his eyes wide with both shock and relief. “It looks like my escort home is here. Bye, Illumi. See you later!”

She gave Illumi a genuine smile, getting a slight upturn of his lips in return. Kurapika stared menacingly at Illumi as he helped (Name) up, puffing out his chest and keeping a hand on her hip the entire time, claiming her as his.

As they walked out of the restaurant, (Name) reached into the bush outside and pulled Killua out by the arm, before grabbing Kurapika’s hand. “Can you two explain why you were spying on my date?”

“W-well I came here because I heard my brother was on a date and I wanted to ruin it, but I didn’t when I saw it was you.”

That sounded plausible enough to (Name). “And you, Pika?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, his heart thumping against his chest. This was it, if he was going to confess to her this would be the perfect chance to.

“I… um…”

His cheeks began turning pink as he tried to get the words out. “(Name)…”

Kurapika cleared his throat and took her hand, his face turning red. “I like you… and… I want to go on a date with you!”

(Name) felt her entire body heat up as her heart raced. She was beyond flustered, feeling her heart thump against her chest wildly. She felt so happy, the man she was in love with liked her, and wanted to take her out! “You… you like me?”

He nodded rapidly, squeezing her hand. “Y-yes! I do!”

“… and that’s why you crashed my date?”

Kurapika’s blush intensified as (Name) gave him a cheeky smile. “… no, I… I crashed your date because… because I couldn’t stand you… seeing someone else. It made me…”

“Jealous? Angry? Seethe with rage and contempt?” Killua offered. Kurapika sent him a look before nodding.

“Yes… I was jealous.”

If him confessing to her wasn’t enough, the fact that he cared about her enough to be jealous over her made (Name) swoon. She looked away shyly, nodding her head and playing with her hair.

“W-well… I would love to go on a date with you, Kurapika.”

This nearly gave Kurapika a heart attack, and he was so close to melting from happiness. He had done it, he asked her out and she said yes! What more could he-

“But… I have one condition.”

Kurapika paused, then moved closer to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I’ll do anything, (Name).”

She smiled, leaning into his touch. “I… want to bring Leorio and Killua along.”

Kurapika froze, his hand squished against her cheek as he processed that information. “You… want to bring them on our date?”

Even Killua was a bit surprised by this. “Mom, no offense, but I don’t want to be around when you two get all mushy.”

“Well… it’s not going to be a date exactly. We’ll be going out together, but…”

(Name) looked down, interlocking her fingers with Kurapika’s. “I’d feel… more comfortable if Leorio and Killua were there with me. I… haven’t been alone with you a lot, Pika.”

Did she not trust him still? That nearly broke Kurapika’s heart, to know she might still fear he may hurt her if they were left alone together, but… the last time he was with her alone, it ended with her in the hospital.

“I… I understand. As long… as I get some alone time with you.”

She nodded and squeezed his hand again. “Thank you for being so understanding. I… I do like you, Kurapika, and I want to have a nice date. It’s just…”

She trailed off, looking at the ground. Kurapika pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I’ll make this outing the best thing possible, you’re going to love it!”

(Name) nodded, her cheeks warming up. “I’ll count on it.”

———————

In one of the early weeks of December, Kurapika, Leorio, Killua, and (Name) journeyed out into the winter weather. (Name) and Kurapika walked next to each other, looking away from one another shyly as Killua and Leorio trailed behind him.

“So where is this date taking place exactly?” Leorio asked. Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms.

“It’s a surprise.”

(Name) giggled. She had been in an amazing mood the past few weeks, waiting as patiently as possible for their date to come. Kurapika had to leave soon after her date with Illumi for a mission, but when he got back, he had their own date planned out and ready for the next day. “I happen to love surprises.”

“I know, angel.”

She blushed at the nickname, and with a shy look, she reached out to take his hand. This was a pleasant surprise to the blonde. He made sure to hold her hand gently, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Leorio and Killua grimaced at the displays of affection between the two. ‘Gross.’

Kurapika was still struggling to accept the long term consequences of his decision to be with her, but right now he was happy. Her hand was in his, she was smiling, and he loved her. Couldn’t that be enough?

He covered her eyes before they reached the spot for their date. “Hehe, Pika! You really want to surprise me, don’t you?”

“Yes, anything for my angel.”

She felt her heart beat faster again. He was treating her like a princess, she felt so special. (Name) had a lot of interests, and she was so excited to see what he planned for her.

“Okay, you can look now.”

He pulled his hands away, revealing an ice skating rink. The woman blinked, glancing between him and the ice. “We’re… ice skating?”

He nodded enthusiastically, smiling. “Yes, I already paid for both of our skates!”

“Oh. That’s… so sweet.”

She looked to Killua and Leorio for support, but they just sent her a confused look. They didn’t know this is where Kurapika was planning on taking them. “Ah… Kurapika, you do know I’m pretty clumsy, right?”

He nodded, holding her hand. “Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall!”

His words sent a chill down her spine, forcing her to remember when he made a similar promise before. He had broken it, and with one look at (Name), he also remembered it. “I-I… I promise, I… I will catch you… this time.”

(Name) decided to trust in him, sitting down and holding out her foot. “Okay, okay. Can you help me get my skates on? I’ve never skated before.”

“Oh, I haven’t either.”

‘Oh dear.’

Leorio, who had been ice skating before, ended up lacing up her skates and helping her over to the skating rink. Kurapika was already standing outside of the rink, smiling. “I’ll go first. Really, it’s not that bad, Killua was speeding by here a second a-“

As soon as he stepped out onto the ice, he fell into his face. “Pika!”

(Name) got out into the ice, nearly slipping herself as she scooted over on her knees to help him up. “Oh fuck, you’re bleeding!”

He groaned as (Name) and Leorio helped him off the ice and onto a bench. His nose was bleeding, staining the new white sweater he bought just for their date. “Oh, Pika…”

She gently wiped his nose before dabbing at the blood on his shirt, using her free hand to heal his wound. “I can get that stain out of your sweater when we get home, you can just wear your jacket over it for now, if you still want to skate.”

He nodded, tenderly touching his nose. “Yeah… I want to skate. I kind of… rented the entire skating rink for the day and… I wanted us to have a good time..”

(Name) sighed, finding his need to make their “date” fun endearing. “Okay, we’ll go out together. Just try not to get too hurt, I can’t use too much nen. I’ll pass out.”

He felt bad for making her use already, Kurapika wouldn’t ask again.

The two held onto each other as they stepped out into the ice, (Name) yelping as she slipped. Like he promised, Kurapika caught her, at the expense of his legs getting scraped. She didn’t get out unscathed however, she ended up quite bruised herself. “Careful, angel. I’ve got you.”

They helped each other back up, clinging to each other as they attempted to learn how to skate. Killua attempted to skate over and help (Name), but Leorio stopped him.

Despite them falling over constantly and getting all beat up, they were both laughing as they helped each other back up.

“It’s not the skating that matters, they’d have fun regardless, as long as they were together.”

After a few hours of practicing, (Name) was finally able to skate across the rink without falling on her butt. Kurapika cheered from the other side of the rink as she skated back into his arms.

As she attempted to stop, she couldn’t, so Kurapika caught her to slow her down. “You did great, I’m still falling on my ass.”

(Name) smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling as she giggled. “You know, I could try and teach you, but not for free.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? And what would the payment be?”

She held up one finger, her face heating up. “Just one kiss…”

The blondes face flushed, and with a nod, her cupped her cheeks. His hands were cold and her cheeks were warm, making her shudder as he pulled her closer. “That’s a reasonable ask, (Name). Maybe you should raise your prices. How about I throw in a few more kisses as a tip for my teacher being so cute?”

Her eyes fluttered as his thumb brushed over her lip. “Mmph… that would be very kind of you, Pika.”

The two leaned forward, only an inch between them when an employee peeked into the rink. “Mr. Kurta? Your time is up, thank you for skating! Please make your way out of the rink and return the skates at the counter.

The employee blushed when she spotted Kurapika embracing (Name), the blonde looking annoyed that their moment was interrupted. He leaned forward and kissed (Name)’s forehead. “I guess you’ll have to teach me some other time.”

“Mhm… but you can always pay ahead of time.”

Kurapika blushed, then sighed softly. “Later, let’s get these skates returned.”

———————

Leorio and Killua trailed behind (Name) and Kurapika as they all walked home. The former two had a blast doing their own thing, just keeping an eye on the latter two to make sure (Name) was safe and comfortable.

Now, they just felt like third wheels as the two in front of the laughed and held hands. “I think it was a success.”

“Yeah, you could say that. Should we..?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

Leorio and Killua took the shortcut home, leaving Kurapika and (Name) to their own devices as they made their own way back to (Name)’s house.

“Ugh, my hands are freezing. I should have brought my mittens…”

The thought of (Name) in mittens did make Kurapika melt, but he used her forgetful side to his own advantage. He grabbed her hands and gently blew warm air onto her palms, planting sneaky kisses long her fingers. “Come here, I’ll warm them up.”

“P-Pika…”

She moved closer, her face nuzzled into his shoulder as he held her to him. “Would my angel like some hot chocolate? That might warn you up some more.”

She nodded, humming in contentment as he led her down the sidewalk.

The two walked hand in hand to a small hot chocolate stand. Kurapika ordered and paid for two hot chocolates, the two continuing their stroll home, now sipping at their warm drinks. “Ahh… thank you Pika, this was a great idea.”

He couldn’t help but adore the way she held the cup in her hands to keep her fingers warm, gently blowing on the steam before taking another sip. ‘She’s so cute…’

As the two reached home, Kurapika stopped on the porch, turning to look at her. “I’m… sorry this date ended up being so… painful.”

He looked over her bandaged and bruised legs, wincing slightly. “It’s okay, I had fun! And…”

She pulled him closer to her, cupping his cheek. “This weekend, I want you to come with me when I go Christmas shopping. We can… make it an actual date.”

The two laughed, Kurapika’s hands lowering to her hips. “That would be nice, (Name).”

They both leaned forward, sharing a soft kiss. They stayed still for a moment, their lips locking together sweetly as Kurapika’s hands squeezed at the fat of her hips. (Name) pulled away with a smile, looking tired.

“Come on, let’s get inside before we freeze to death.”

Kurapika nodded, opening the door for her. His eyes followed her plump ass as she walked inside, barely keeping himself from popping a boner.

‘We… we went on a date.’

The fact was still sinking in. Not only had they gone on a date, but she had already asked him out on another one.

He couldn’t be any happier.

———————

(Name) sat on her bed, her eyes catching on the yellowing envelope that sat on her dresser. It was the suicide note she wrote back before the exam, and she always felt herself drawn to it after spending time with Kurapika.

Every time she had suicidal thoughts, she added a little sticky note with the date and reason for those thoughts or urges. It was her way of coping and trying to get those thoughts safely out of her head.

Although she had fun with Kurapika, the lingering knowledge that he still hadn’t apologized for his actions made her heart ache, especially when his actions had hurt her so badly she had added a new sticky note to her suicide note.

She looked over the sticky note, tears falling from her eyes.

September 16th

Am I just a burden to him, my Pika Kurapika? It hurts, everything hurts. I know I can’t die and leave Killua, Gon, and Leorio all alone… but I want to. Maybe that’s what Kurapika wants, for me to be gone and out of his way. Maybe I want that too.

The note was written out of anger and bitter sadness. She could barely look at it without feeling the lingering resentment she had for Kurapika. (Name) didn’t want to hate Kurapika or see him as a bad person, she loved him way too much… but she also wanted to know if he truly loved her.

‘I’ll… I’ll at least give him a chance. He… claims to like me, and… he’s trying.’

(Name) placed the letter back on her dresser, sighing softly. ‘Pika… please… don’t break my heart again. I… I don’t know if I can take it.’

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A recent request of our G!P Cassandra first being dominated, then taking control ;) let’s get into it!

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You could live this moment forever, chant prayers and such to will it to never stop. You wiggle your hips teasingly, chuckling at the groan coming from under you.

Cassandra Dimitrescu lays on the bed, a rare beauty tamed and moaning freely for you, her arms bound in black rope and raised above her, her nipples hard for you. Her cock is deep in you as you straddle her, her legs, hips and thighs are tightly tied to the bed. She is helpless, in a way, and it would be futile to attempt to control the tempo you set.

Unlucky enough for the brunette, this tempo happens to be a slow and sensual one. You know exactly what it did to your precious lover.

The impatient brunette attempts to raise her hips every few seconds, the rope cutting into them and burning her skin as it rubs against her. The pain only aroused her more, as you know very well.

If she had not been such an enormous brat all week, you would perhaps take pity on her, edged for hours without being allowed inside of you at all and now, finally inside you, unable to thrust quickly as she desired.

Another move of your hips. Your hands set on her waist as you ride her slowly.

“Fa-ahster!”, she demands, begs. Golden eyes look beautifully desperate. It’s the vulnerability in them that makes you treasure the moment even more, or any in which the beauty submits to you.

“No, Cassandra, you’re not setting the place here.”, your words are simple, and have the woman whine and groan. She feels so sensitive and good, yet frustrated.

How could she get off properly if she isn’t allowed to thrust hard and fast inside of you? Her cock is painfully hard and needy, drooling precum inside of you.

Your hands move on her breasts, toying with them as she closes her eyes. Your hips follow a steady rhythm, rising and dropping, moving back and forth slowly. It’s driving her insane.

“Moan for me, my good girl”

She doesn’t care much for the praise, cumming the only thing on her mind. She is so desperate, she doesn’t think twice of obeying and releases her lip without even noticing that she bit down on it, allowing the noises the slow tempo caused to spill out.

Needy moans and groans, at the pleasure she received,

Breathless and surprised, when she feels you tug and pinch her nipples, the pain overwhelmingly good,

Pathetic whimpers as she wordlessly begs you to go faster. You don’t listen, and don’t want to.

Her frustration grows immensely, she is so close and wants nothing more than to grab you.

“Must I teach you to value what is given to you, you dirty thing?”, you snap as she complains about the pace again. “Again?”, you add with a smirk. You’d never grow tired at seeing her squirm at the harsh tone and words.

Cassandra shakes her head and groans when you grip her chin. She smells herself on you, her scent lingering on your skin especially after you had edged her for so long.

Her tongue sticks out when you squeeze harder and she gasps in embarrassment at the automatic response, pulling her tongue back inside her mouth and praying her cheeks didn’t light up.

You raise your eyebrow, hips becoming completely still. This draws a desperate yelp from her.

“No, you don’t have to teach me”, she assures, behaving once again. “Please, faster”. The word “Please” feels odd on her lips and tongue even as you had drawn it multiple times from her in the past.

“Good”, is your only response, your fingertip brushing over her lips as you ride her again. An idea comes to your mind, a petname just for your submissive lover. You can’t help but try it out just when you start riding her a tiny bit faster for a moment, giving her hope.

“You like that, don’t you, bunny?”

Golden eyes widen, anger and humiliation and arousal flashing in them all at the same time. She attempts to talk, but moans when you ride her fast for a moment, then whimpers pathetically when you slow down again. She grits her teeth.

Maybe you shouldn’t be toying with a predator this way. Maybe.

She groans when you tug her nipple. Just as she gets close again, you move even slower.

Cassandra snaps.

You gasp in surprise when her nails easily rip the rope restraining her and she sets her hands on your hips, gripping them as she sits up and thrusts into you, hard and fast and at a rough pace.

Her eyes roll backwards as her nails dig into you, the sweet scent of your blood filling her nostrils.

A hand at the back of her head guides her to your breasts. She continues her hard and fast thrusts, hips burning as she uses you. Your legs are spread wide and moans ripple from your lips.

“Go-ah- good job, bunny!”, you groan, head thrown back when she sucks a nipple into her mouth. Cassandra feels too many things at once, frustration and eagerness, arousal and humiliation. She hates and loves the petname at the same time. Her cock is hard, she’s so close in you. She can tell you are too.

The wind is knocked from your lungs temporarily as she flips you, railing hard as she makes your body move up and down on the bed with each heavy thrust. She feels her face being cupped.

“You’ll cum first today, Cassandra”

A command or request, neither of you know for sure, and neither care.

The edged brunette doesn’t think twice, groaning as she cums. But she doesn’t have enough, never does, ever the greedy brat.

You feel your own orgasm approaching as she uses you, lips all over you smearing black lipstick across your skin, fingers groping and claw-like nails scratching.

Her teeth nibble on your neck, ready to dig in at any moment.

Your hips buck up, you feel so sensitive. “Be good now, morsel”, she demands from you. She is not above denying you your orgasm after being edged by you for so long. In fact, she could easily deliver payback by using you like a cumdump without allowing you the same release just once.

Alas, it just feels too good when you do cum around her, squeezing her tight and wetting her cock with cum.

Cassandra shivers, on the edge again. She doesn’t bother holding back her orgasms properly, there is plenty of cum left in her, plenty of energy too.

You moan her name loud and clear when you cum, screaming when her teeth dig in and her orgasm hits her.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil #cassandra dimitrescu x reader

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watsittoyah · 9 months

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Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, and adult content. Some mentions of multiple dimensions. Oral sex, rough sex, fang play, claws kink, size kink, sex in Spider-Man Suit, back door eating. This is my longest chapter but I hope you guys enjoy!

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 12- Pumpkin Pie Is Best Served Cold (Pt1)

“Why are we up this early?” Erica asks as she slows down. You stop and cross your arms over your chest. “You dragged me out of my warm bed, out of my warm pajamas and out of our warm apartment, and you’re asking why we’re up early. Girl go to he-“

You both jump when you see something swing by you. You realize who it was and hide your smile. “You think he ever goes to sleep? Spider-Man I mean.” Erica asks as she sits down on a bench.

“Yeah, I mean I’m sure he does. Plus he’s got family…I assume.” You say as you take a seat beside her. “You know, I think he’s a cool guy. Dennis is a huge fan. On our second date he spilled the beans on having a small Spider-Man action figure collection.”

“I gotta tell Miguel.” You say making Erica give you a funny look. “Oh because Miguel is a huge fan too, I was saying I gotta tell him so him and Dennis can hang out more.” You lie. Erica agrees and leans back. “T?”

“Yeah?” You look over at your friend and she was just staring at the morning sky for a moment. “I feel like such a terrible friend for not asking this for a few months but how have you been?” That question sort of caught you off guard.

“I’ve been good.” She looks at you and shakes her head. “I know you T. We grew up on the block together. So stop lying. It’s me.” It was your turn to look at the sky.

“I’ve been, getting better. From the attack from a while back, to the nightmares and shit the old wounds from my parents. It’s been chipping away at my mind, E.” She nudges you with her shoulder. “You know I’ll listen to you, for free. At least this time, next time I gotta charge you.” She jokes. You smile and lean your head on her shoulder. “You know you’re my best friend, you’re practically my sister.”

Erica gives you a side hug. “I keep telling you we might have been separated at birth. Watch I bet you, our real parents are out there in the multiverse looking for us.” You sit up and give a slight frown. “E, that’s oddly specific.” She just shrugs. “Yeah but now we wasted enough time to get our black cracks back to the apartment and eat. I hope you’re cooking.” Erica asks as she helps you up off of the bench.

“Girl I cooked last time it’s your turn.” She sucks her teeth. “I did cook, what do you mean?” You scoff at her comment. “You cooked last month, so now it’s your turn, hurry up now woman I’m starving my stomach is touching my back.” You flick her ear and take off running as you feel her running after you. “Tommie Valentine! You heifer I’m gonna drop kick you across Nueva York for that!”

••••

“If I lie about not having something to wear then maybe I don’t have to go…man Mr Stark would probably tell me to show up in a trash bag just to show my face.” You say as you pull up the weeds in the garden.

“Baby cakes what are you mumbling about?” You turn to your grandmother and sigh. “I’m just talking to myself. I just…I really don’t want to go to that dinner in two days.” You groan as you sit in the dirt. “Is this that same dinner that that no good girl invited you to?” You nod.

“Oh you have to go to that. And before you whine and ask why. I want you to go there with your shoulders rolled back, your head held high and let that little uppity heifer know who you are. If there is one thing I know about this family, we don’t back down. We don’t cower. We stand and we make our enemies shiver. Now I know Miguel is going with you, right?”

“Yes ma’am. I guess I can show off a little. Let Dana know that he’s with me.” Your grandmother raises a brow at you and nods. “I guess I can finally tell you this little story. Come on and scoot your tush.” You move over a bit and your grandmother sits down beside you.

“Now, when I was about sixteen I had met your grandfather. He was sweet to a lot of the girls in the neighborhood, which didn’t bother me because we weren’t together. But when he did start to court me, I had gotten word that he was talking to this other girl. Her name was Rebecca Goldstein. Boy that girl was a mean as a rattle snake. Tell you the truth I don’t know why that man even dated that little snake. Anyways, it was the word around town how she wanted him to dump me so she could be with him.”

“What did you do?” You ask as you lean your hands on your thighs. She smiled at you. “I told him that if he wanted to be with that girl he could go. I wasn’t going to be in competition for someone I’m getting to know. I have other suitors. That last part was true, I had six other boys waiting for their turn to talk to me. And your grandfather, he hated the thought that he had boys wanting me so he waited until after school, and stood in the middle of Wally Banks Field and told Rebecca off. He thought that was it but that, excuse my language baby cakes, bitch decided she wanted to make my life miserable. Well she had something else coming when she decided to push me down some stairs at school. I turn around and I punched her right in her left green eye. I had a daddy, who didn’t play about his kids. So he taught us all how to fight. Anyways Rebecca never bothered me again.”

“Should I hit Dana?” You ask hoping secretly that she’ll say yes. “No, baby cakes. Don’t hit her, unless she puts her hands on you first then you lay her little crack out on that waxed floor. But what I’m saying is, let her see what real class is. Because from what you told me she sounds like she doesn’t have a lick of it.”

“I will, grandma. I will. Well do you think this weekend you’ll be ready to meet Miguel’s mom?” You ask as you help your grandmother up out of the dirt. “Of course, I’ve spoken to her on the phone and she seems like such a sweet woman. Now make sure Miguel brings her those strawberries in the fridge. I gave her a nice batch.”

“I will, promise…and grandma?” You ask as you dust off your overalls. “Yes baby?” You look down at your sneakers and then back up at her. “Can you teach me that punch you landed on Rebecca Goldstein?” You made your grandmother burst out in laughter. “Yes I’ll teach you just incase you need to use it. Now when you make that fist don’t cup your thumb….”

•••

You were in your car about to drive home when you got a call from Miguel. You press the answer button and greet him. “Hey baby, how are you?”

“Estoy bien, mi amor. Cómo estás?” He replies.

“I’m good, I’m just leaving my grandparents house, I have the strawberries for your mom. My grandmother said to remind you to bring them to her.”

“I will, amor. I will. I just wanted to ask you something important.” You sit up in your seat. “Sure, what’s your question?” You didn’t know what to expect but you were prepared.

“Well it’s nothing too crazy, but would you like to go out with me tonight? I know you’ve been busy at work and I’ve been busy in the lab as well as doing the Spider-Man thing so we haven’t spent much time together other than sleeping.” You smile at his question. “Why yes Miguel, I would love to go out with you tonight. Should I wear something special?”

“How about you wear that dress you wore for your vacation? I’ll wear a dashing suit and we can go to this quiet restaurant, I booked it just for us tonight.”

“Well that settles it, yes I will go out with you tonight and I’ll wear that gorgeous dress. I will admit it’s been a while since you’ve worn a suit…makes me want to play your naughty secretary.” You tease. “Amor, if you keep talking like that I might just fulfill your wishes for that request.”

“Oh really? Well then we will be taking dessert home, after dinner.”

“Mi corazón, let’s get off the phone before I find you and do some ungodly things to you in that car. Now I’ll see you tonight. I’ll pick you up from your apartment at 7:30 and we will go to the restaurant right after.”

“I can’t wait. Alright I need to drive so I’ll see you soon, I love you.” He tells you he loves you back and you both hang up.

As you drive your car, you smile to yourself because you feel blessed to have the life you have. Sure it wasn’t perfect but it was good. You had amazing friends, you had your grandparents in your life and you had Miguel.

You drive for a little and soon you see the ice cream parlor on the side. You decide to stop and grab some ice cream for the apartment. When you make it inside you see Mary-Anne. “Hi Tommie, what can I get for you?”

“I’m going to take a half a quart home, I’ll do chocolate Carmen swirl for the first half and for the second I’ll do strawberry cluster crunch.”

“I’ll get that ready for you. So how have your grandparents been?” She asks as she gets the container ready. “They’ve been good. They have an anniversary coming up soon. So I’ll be sure to get them a cake from here.”

“Oh that’s nice. I’ll make sure to make it special. You know the funny thing is I was just talking to my husband the other day and he had mentioned how your family has always supported our business. I remember when your grandparents use to bring your dad and how your parents use to bring you. I wouldn’t be surprised if in a few years you brought your kids here too.”

“Honestly I can see that. When Miguel and I have our kids, I want them to have their first sugar cone here like I did.”

“Oh dear I remember that. You were this little chubby thing just making a whole mess at the table and your parents were rushing to get napkins because you got the ice cream all over the place.” You smile at that and look up. “Can you add a malt shake too? I want to make a small stop before I get home.”

“Sure thing. I’ll even put the extra malt on the side for you with a spoon.” You tell her thank you and you look out the glass window.

Nueva York was and is a beautiful place. You pretty much had no desire to move from this place because it was home. Yes it had is ups and downs but hell it was home.

When your order was all set you pay and you get your stuff. As you secure your items, you drink the malt shake and give a sad smile. “Two more stops.”

You had parked your car and grabbed the flowers from your front seat. As you walk down to your parents plots you inhale the scent of the flowers. They were a mixed assortment, of roses, daises, and other floral flowers. As soon as you see their headstone you kneel down and place the flowers down.

“Hi mom, hi dad. I know I haven’t came to visit in a while. But I have so much to tell you. Hmm where can I begin? Well I am still working for Mr Stark but he’s nicer these days. I think it’s because he goes to see his wife more often. I still have all of my friends. I remember what you told me mom, you said that I didn’t have to be friends with everyone just get a small group of friends and make sure to keep them close. Oh! Grandma’s garden is doing great. We just planted melon so those should be sprouting in a few weeks. I had an accident but I’m okay. Physically anyways. Mentally I’m a bit of a mess. But I’m going to therapy again so it’s helping. My last session basically was an eye opener that I need to let myself be happy with whatever outcome comes my way. And that I’m not going to do things perfectly every time. That session also reminded me how much I missed you. And I do, everyday. But when I find myself being sad I remind myself that you’re with me in little ways. Like when I see butterflies I know you’re there mom. And when I see owls I know you’re close by dad. There’s that…well actually, I think the biggest news I have to tell you is I met someone. His name is Miguel O’Hara. You two would’ve loved him, not because he’s smart but he treats me amazingly. He…he is so sweet to me and he’s patient. He’s strong and…I look up to him. Because he is just, incredible. Someday I’ll tell him, but for now I’ll just watch and see how he handles a situation. Hopefully I can bring him here to meet you two. The funny thing mom and dad is I know he won’t think this is strange. I know he’ll be polite and talk to you like I’m talking to you right now. He’s sweet that way. Honestly I can’t wait for that man to ask me to be his wife. I don’t think I’ll let him finish the sentence before I say yes…” You smile at that and wipe a tear away.

“Mom, dad? Um…I know you two were into science and all, and I know I should think logically but I think…I think a part of me is missing. Like I feel like I had a life before this one. And it was just snatched away from me. I could just be talking but I still feel it in my heart.” You glance at the headstone and let another tear fall. “Well I should get going, I have ice cream in the car and I don’t want it to melt. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” You press your fingers to your lips and press them to the headstone, telling your parents goodbye and you stand up.

It felt good coming to their grave. And from how clean it looked you can tell that your grandparents definitely came by not too long ago and cleaned up. You walk back to your car and when you get inside you sit there for a moment. Soaking in silence and you lean your head against the steering wheel and you let out a small cry.

Not because you’re sad, but because you’re finally feeling somewhat better after all these years. The only puzzle piece you’re working on is why do you feel like a part of you is missing, or a memory?

••••

You were dressed in the beautiful red dress you had once wore before. You had golden heels and jewelry to match. As you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but to spray a bit of perfume between your breasts and put a little on your ankles. You knew what would happen after dinner so might as well be prepared.

As you gather your long curls you decide to style it with a scarf. You pull it high and tie it with a black hair tie, and then you take your scarf and you wrap it around your curly makeshift bun, letting some of your curls out and tucking some under. Once it’s tied you nod in approval.

“Damn, you look good.” You smirk at yourself as you turn and look back at your plumb bottom. “This man probably won’t be able to keep his hands off of me, and I’m here for it.” You chuckle to yourself and you walk out of the bathroom.

You get whistled from Erica from the couch and Milo walks over wrapping his tail around your leg. “Miguel gonna be eating tonight and I’m not talking about food.” Erica jokes as she looks at you.

“Honestly, I hope so. And if I don’t come home right away you know why.” You tell her as you scoop Milo up and pass him back to Erica. She makes a face. “You little nasty heifer….lemme not talk, Dennis was pounding my walls loose during my break.” You both laugh at that and you grab your purse as you heard knocking.

“Be right there!” You call out as you grab your keys. When you open the door your heart was pounding hard in your chest.

Miguel looked suave in his suit. It was black on black with a velvet red tie. He seems to stop and stare at you as well. “Hola mi amor.” He takes your hand and he kisses it which makes you weak in the knees.

You guys have been in a relationship for over nine months and yet this man still makes it feel like the first time. “Te ves muy guapo, Miguel.” You tell him as you kiss his cheek. “Amor, your Spanish has gotten better. Oh hello Erica, hello Milo.” You turn and see Erica and Milo looking at the two of you.

“Hi Miguel. Now you make sure you bring Tommie back home, don’t try any funny stuff. And her curfew is at midnight. If she’s not back by then I’m calling the cops. And Milo is my witness. Right Milo?” The little traitor actually meowed on cue too.

“Get! Go get out of my face. Come on Miguel.” You close the door on them and Miguel was laughing at the interaction. “What can I say, she’s my bodyguard. And Milo too.”

“Are you ready, gorgeous?” Miguel offers his arm to you and you take it. “I’m ready.”

Once you two are outside, and in the car, he takes your hand and he drives. “How was your day, amor?” Miguel takes a left turn and you look at him for a second.

“It was good. I helped with my grandma’s garden. My grandpa said for you to come over for his football party next Sunday. And after I grabbed some ice cream and visited my parents graves. It was nice.”

“Parece que tuviste un buen día. Estoy feliz, mi amor.” He takes a left turn and you squeeze his hand. “Yeah, and I was thinking about something about you coming with me next time I go to visit them. My parents I mean. Then again you probably think that’s stup-”

“It’s not. They are special to you which means they are special to me. Yes I will come with you next time. I’ll bring flowers.” Right in that moment, when Miguel looked at you as he stopped at the red light you knew.

You knew what life would be like with him, and you couldn’t wait for the day to say I do. You lean over and you place your hand on his cheek then kiss him. He returned the kiss and you make sure you get your lipstick off of his lips.

“Sorry about that, I couldn’t help myself.” You apologized. “Don’t be, amor. If I didn’t make these reservations I’d take you somewhere more private.” You roll your eyes but smile. “Drive the car, Miguel.”

“As you wish, mi princesa.” He drives as the light turns green and you two sit there in peaceful silence all the way to the restaurant.

When you arrive Miguel holds the passenger door open for you and he holds out his hand. You take it and as you get out of the car you look at the restaurant and it looks familiar.

“Have we been here before?” You ask as he leads you to the front entrance. “No, amor unless you’ve been here with someone else.” You shake your head. “No, never. This place just looks so familiar.” As you two walk inside you smell the food and your stomach gives away at hunger and growls. You clear your throat to make sure no one heard that but from Miguel’s smirk, you’re sure he did.

“Hello Mr O’Hara. Please this way.” An older gentleman says escorting the both of you to your table. You follow and as you do you look at the decor. It gave off a vibe similar to the places Miguel had taken you when you two went to that island for vacation.

As you two were seated you the older gentleman lets you two look over the menu and he left shortly after. “Miguel, how did you find this place?”

“Well, amor. I remember you telling me how much you enjoyed the food during our vacation so I made some calls and I found this place. The owner here is from that island. And I figured you’d want a piece of vacation here until we can go back.”

This man is perfect, he simply puts every other man you’ve ever dated to shame.

“Miguel….” You feel tears falling threatening to fall and Miguel moves around the table and kisses you. “Perdoname mi Amor. No quise hacerte llorar.” He says as he kisses your tears away. “It’s not tears of sadness. I’m happy. No one has ever done that for me. I’m just…baby I’m so happy.” You smile at him and he flicks your tears away and kisses you once more.

“You deserve all of this, amor. Every bit of happiness you deserve.” Miguel goes to sit down but he stops while looking at his watch.

“Amor, I will be right back, I promise.” You nod and as he walks past, you sit there still happy. You know what he has to do in the night time, and you understood.

“Amor?” You turn and Miguel was on one knee. Your heart skipped several beats. “You didn’t think I’d leave you like that did you?” He asks with a sparkle in his hazel eyes. Your throat was dry so all you could do was shrug and a laugh escaped your lips.

“Tommie Valentine, I knew the very moment I saw you in that hallway talking to your roommate. I knew when you smiled at me whenever I walked past, I knew the very moment when your water bottle had rolled in front of me that I wanted you to be my wife. I love hearing your voice. I love seeing you smile. I even love when you’re angry with me because I know you care. When I wake up besides you in the morning I fall in love with you all over again because you…you are my heart in human form. I want to have children with you, grow old with you and watch our grandchildren while we sit back and continue to love each other. There is no other woman I want in my life as my partner but you. So if you’ll do me the honors of becoming Mrs. Tommie O’Hara.”

Miguel takes out a small box and when he opens it you see a ring with a red diamond in the center.

God you hated that you were full of tears tonight because you were crying again. “Y-yes. Miguel I will marry you.” He slides the ring on your finger and the staff around you claps and congratulates the two of you. He stands up as well as you and you two embrace.

You kiss him all over his face and hug him tight. “Thank god I’m wearing waterproof mascara.” You say with a laugh as you wipe your tears. “I’m just happy they’re tears of joy. Wait they are tears of joy right amor?” You give a playful roll of your eyes at him.

“Yes, baby. Now let me just go freshen up a bit.” You ask where the bathroom is and you quickly go inside.

After you freshen up you wash your hands and you look at the ring. It perfectly sat on your finger as if it belonged there. “Tommie O’Hara…” You whisper to yourself as a smile crawled across your face.

You hear a gentle knock and you knew who it was. You open the bathroom door and Miguel steps in. “Are you okay, amor?”

“I’m fine, just still feeling the shock of all of this…are you sure you want me to be your wife?” You ask just to be sure. He pulls you in close and kisses you passionately, causing the air in your lungs to cluster. “Yes, I do.” He says as he kisses your bottom lip and you remember to breathe. “You, you smell really good.” You comment as you wrap your arms around him.

“No, that’s you.” He leans down and he inhaled your scent, letting a soft moan escape. “You know what that perfume does to me, mi corazón.” He says as he trails a finger between your breasts. You bite your bottom lip and flutter your lashes at him. “Why what ever do you mean, Mr O’Hara?”

He doesn’t crack a smile he simply lifts you up and places you on the sink. He then places his hands on the side of your thighs and leans in. “Sabes exactamente lo que quiero decir, Tommie.” He leans in again, his nose brushing against your pulse and he moans. “Coconut milk and amber. You know that scent is my favorite. You little tease.” Without looking away he uses his web to make the door stick so no one would walk in.

“You know I really like your nose.” You tell him as you bump yours against his. He gives a slight laugh and he tips your chin up. “I bet you like it for more that what you see.” He says as he parts your legs and steps further. You nod pulling him down by his red velvet tie. “I’m not wearing anything under this.” His eyes roll Hazel and when they settle they were red.

“I was going to wait until we left for dessert, but I have a sweet tooth right now.” Miguel hikes up your dress and he gets on his knees.

You giggle as you spread your legs wide for him and your run your fingers through his black hair. With his ring finger and middle finger he slides them inside of you and he gently suck’s your clit. Causing your head to rest on the mirror behind you.

“Mr O’Hara, if we stay in here too long we could get in t…trouble.” You whimper out as he shakes his head and does a come here motion inside of you. He replies with a moan and you move your hips a little feeling good.

He gives a nice suck to your clit and he lets his spit cover your lips as he further wets his fingers with your cunt. “Oh shit.” You moan as you part your legs wider. Miguel takes his free hand and he places your leg on his shoulder, making his tongue replace his fingers and his nose grinds against your clit.

“Shit, just like that, Miguel. Just like that, make me come. I want to come for you.” You moan as he continue to penetrate you with his tongue. Your instincts kicks in and your grab his head and start fucking his face.

You didn’t want him to stop, hell you didn’t even care of anyone had managed to open the door and walk in on your two. You just want this man, your future husband to make you come. He looks up at you and when his eyes fluttered shut as he used his spit to against your clit you gripped his hair and you smothered him with your cunt.

You bite your lip and grunt out a few swear words as you come on his pretty lips. When he finally was allowed some air, he had smoothed his hair back and he licked his wet lips.

“God I can’t believe I get to eat this sweet pussy for the rest of my life.” He gets up off of his knees and you see him unbuckling his belt.

You help him with his pants and boxers and he bites his tie as he slides inside of you. “Haré esto rápido, mi amor.” Miguel says with the tie still in his mouth.

He pins your legs up as he gets in deep and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You reach behind him and grab his ass and you pull him deeper. The both of you still for a second but when you release your bottom lip from your teeth he starts to move quickly.

The way his dick would fill you up and make your body tingle was heaven. You couldn’t wait to leave out of this restaurant so you two could fuck each other brains out over and over again.

He spits his tie out of his mouth and he leans in kissing your neck. His lips then brush against your ear, making you want to make a mess all over his dick and legs. However what he said next, sure enough caused a waterfall on that sink.

“I don’t get to fuck my pretty girl anymore. No I get to fuck my pretty wife. I get to fuck my pretty wife while she squeezes her pretty pussy all over her husbands dick.” You let out a groan and he places a hand over your mouth as he goes faster, making your head bump the mirror.

“I’m gonna make my pretty wife come so much tonight I want the sheets soaked. Shit I want the neighbors jealous hearing us. Quieres eso mi amor? Quieres que los vecinos estén celosos de nosotros?” You nod as you be pounds you faster causing the sink to rock.

He places his thumb against your clit and without another word from him you feel yourself coming. You bite down on his hand to keep from screaming in pleasure and you feel his movements get sloppy and when he comes inside of you you grab his ass to make sure not a single drop is spilled out.

When you two finally relax, he slides out of you and he kisses you. “Mmm, princesa. You have no idea what you do to me. Damn.” Miguel helps you off of the sink and as you go to clean up he stops you. “Oh no, amor. I want what I put inside of you to drip out while we have dinner. And when we’re done I’m going to take you to a hotel and I’m going to keep fucking you until you want me to stop.” He says as he whispers in your ear. You smirk at him and nod. “Alright Mr O’Hara. Anything you say.” You walk to the door and he snaps his webs off and opens the door for you. “After you, Mrs O’Hara…”

••••

The next morning you had used your wobbly legs and went to the bathroom. After your long night you had plenty of hickies and bruises on your skin. But they were worth it. After you use the bathroom you peek out into the room and see Miguel was sleeping soundly.

You tip toe past him and grab your phone. It was a little after after six am but you couldn’t hold in the news as you did a group video chat.

Erica, Monica and Jerry all picked up. Grumpy and tired but you didn’t care. “Girl you better be dying, calling us at the ass crack of dawn.” Monica said as she laid back down.

“I don’t even think the lord is awake listening to prayers right now.” Erica comments as she yawns. “It’s not like the lord listens to you anyways E.” Jerry says as he fixes his bonnet. “Bitc-”

You interrupt by showing them your ring and they all gasp, fully awake. “Oh my god!!”

“Girl! Are you for real?! Tell me you’re for real!”

“Please make sure your wedding is gonna have an open bar because we have to turn up!”

All of your friends were excited as you smile.

“We’re setting the date for next year, I want to plan it in Black Coast Island. I want everyone to come and I know this isn’t traditional, but can you guys be my bridesmaids Jerry you’d be my groomsman.”

They all say yes without hesitation. “Girl

I gotta make sure my stuff if packed I’ll call y’all later.” Monica gets up saying turning on her light.

“Girl the wedding ain’t until next year.” Eric’s tells her. “Okay? I like to be early now see you all later.” She hangs up with hangs up the entire call and you laugh sending them a talk to you later text.

After you finish cleaning up you step out of the bathroom only to see Miguel standing there with his hands above the door frame.

This man, this fine ass man is really going to be your husband next year? Jesus!

“Good morning, princesa.” Miguel says as he cups your face and kisses your lips. “Mmm,

Good morning, handsome.” He leans you against the wall, biting your lip and resting his head against yours.

“Baby, I need to get ready for work. I’m going in later.” Miguel shakes his head and engulfs you in his arms. “Call out, amor. I want to spoil you today.” He says as he pouts. “Don’t do that, you know I’m weak when you do that.”

“Please? For me, mi corazón?” He begs. You almost crack, but you buried your face in his and shake your head. “I have to go, it’s going to be busy because of the dinner tomorrow.” You look up and Miguel was still pouting.

“Okay, but I have you for another two more hours let’s go back to sleep.” You shake you head. “No, because three hours ago you said that and I wound up with my legs behind my head.” Miguel bites his bottom lip smiling.

“I didn’t know you were that flexible, amor. We should try that position more often.” He goes to pick you up but you deadweight yourself and step back. “Come on, let’s get ready, I know you have work today too.” You pat his chest and he huffs.

“Fine, me prepararé ahora.” You get on tippy toe and kiss his cheek. “If it helps you can pick me up after work.” Miguel’s eyes lights up after that suggestion. “Sí! Eso será perfecto! I’m going to take you somewhere special. And don’t ask where it’s a surprise.” You smile up at him and nod. “I wasn’t going to ask, now where did you put my dress?” You ask standing there in his shirt. “If I get it for you, can I get fifteen minutes?”

“Miguel! You know you don’t do anything in fifteen minutes.” You tell him. “This will be fifteen minutes, I promise.” You sigh but tell him yes. He points up and your dress was on the ceiling hanging by his web. “You really let those webs do their own thing.” You comment as he takes it down for you. “I know, and now…” Miguel hands you the dress and he holds you close. You expect him to try something but he doesn’t. He just holds you close and rests his chin on the top of your head.

“I love you so much. So so much. You really are the best thing that’s happened to me, Tommie.” He says as he hums a familiar tune. “I love you too, Miguel.” You say as you smile and hold him tight.

If there was one thing Miguel knew, he knew how to show you he loved you even with a fifteen minute hug….

••••

“Mr Stark your wife is on the line.” You tell your boss and he quickly picks up the phone. Smiling like a child. “Hi…” He breathes out his greeting and you take that moment to leave his office before he tries to pile on more paper work in the last hour.

As you walk past you see Gregory and stop. “Gregory I’m going to head out for a quick bite, did you want anything?” He just gives you a polite smile and shakes his head. “No thank you, Miss Valentine. My wife is bringing me lunch today.”

“Oh, well I hope you enjoy your lunch. And please tell your wife I said hello.”

“I sure will. And congratulations.” You pause and Gregory points to your hand. “Oh, yes my fiancé proposed last night. And thank you so much.”

“Well I’ll let you go so you can get your food, do bring a jacket it’s a bit cold today.” You thank him for his suggestion and you go to your office and grab your light jacket.

Once outside you slip on your jacket and head to the cafe across the street. You’re thinking about getting a chocolate croissant and a Carmel matcha with extra cold foam.

As you walk someone collides into you. “Oh I’m so sorry.” You know the voice and you give her a fake smile, ignoring her apology. “Dana, what brings you here?”

“I’m just here because my father sent me in to make sure you and your boss will be coming tomorrow.”

Hmm that could’ve been an email or phone call? What is her game?

“Really? You came all this way?” You ask. “Well that and I wanted to get some shopping down in Boho. This one place Rino’s shoes company has the best shoes. You must come.” She reaches for you but you move out of her reach.

“I must decline, I’m just grabbing some food and then I’ll be heading back to work. And I as well as my boss will be showing up at the charity event.” You say being civil.

Why does she keep trying to take you places?

You wonder as you look at her body language. She looks annoyed?

“I’m sure your boss will be bringing his wife. Will you be bringing your boyfriend?” She said boyfriend as if it was an insult. “Actually I’ll be bringing my fiancé.” You flash her your ring and you see her eye twitch.

Good.

“Oh, congratulations. You lucky lucky girl.” She says through clenched teeth. You know this news is eating her up inside. “Well, I must go. Got stores to shop, money to spend. See you tomorrow, Tommie.” She turns on her heels and you smirk knowing you pissed her off with your ring.

On second thought you were going to get a Mediterranean club sandwich too with your meal. You stroll inside of the cafe ready to eat like a brand new woman.

When your day was finally done and you get reminded about the charity event dinner yet again, you wait outside for Miguel. “I wonder where he’s taking me?” You ask yourself as you check your phone.

Come to the alley way, amor.

You look down the alley and then back at the text.

Miguel, I’m staying right here, it’s dark and scary down there.

He replies back almost instantly.

Amor the only scary thing in this alley way is me. Come please.

You huff and slide your phone back into your pocket and you start walking down the alley way.

“Miguel?” You call out as you keep walking. “Miguel, if I get kidnapped I’m blaming you.” You say out loud. “I would never let that happen to you, amor.” You turn and Miguel was in his spider suit hanging upside down. You decide to be a little funny.

“Excuse me Mr Spider-Man sir but I’m looking for my fiancé. He’s suppose to be here but all I see is you.” Miguel lands in front of you and you can’t help but feel a smile playing across your face. “Is that so? Well your fiancé told me to come in his place. He figured you needed a better bodyguard.”

“I don’t know, Mr Spider-Man. My fiancé is a big guy I feel like he could beat you up.” Miguel scoffs and backs you up against the building wall. “Let him try.” He leans in and his mask only moves away from his lips. “Como estuvo tu dia hermosa?”

You lean up and pull him down to kiss him but stop just enough for an inch to be between your lips. “My day was good, how was yours?” You don’t mention Dana because this was a moment between the two of you. And you knew mentioning her would ruin the mood. “Fue genial porque me desperté siendo el prometido de alguien.” He gives you a kiss and wraps his arms around you. “Mmm, hold on tight and close your eyes.” You do as you’re told and you hear Thwip sound as your feet leave the ground. You hold onto Miguel for dear life.

You don’t know how long he was web slinging but you were grateful to finally land. “Sit right here and then open your eyes, amor.” You listen and after you sit down you open your eyes.

You were on a roof top that was overseeing all of Nueva York. You gasp as Miguel sits down next to you. “Do you like it?” Miguel asks as his mask leaves his face. “I love it, I absolutely love it. How often do you come here?” You ask as you look over at him.

He was staring off into the distance and he nods. “I came here when I first became Spider-Man. At first it was just to watch over the city. But now I like to come here and think…it’s funny I came here the day I saw you. I was up here for five hours trying to think of what I could say to you.”

“You were that nervous?” You ask crossing your legs. “Amor, you might not see yourself this way but you make me nervous. You are and still the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. So yes, I was that nervous.” He gives a chuckle and you look at him. “You know, when we first spoke I thought you didn’t like me. I guess it was the way you spoke to me.”

“Yeah, I was nervous. You looked really pretty in that skirt and blazer. I…kind of followed you that day. Just to make sure you made it to work safely.”

“Hmm I was wondering how you just ended up coming to the cafe when I was there. But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you picked up my water bottle and and I’m glad you showed up at the club that night because now look at us? We’re getting married next year.” You lean your head on Miguel’s broad shoulder and he kisses four head. “Baby, I know I asked you for a promise. But I have one more, if that’s okay.”

“I’m sure you’ll ask me more promises, amor. But yes, what is the promise?” You find his hand and hold it. You feel the calluses on his hands and smile. “When we have kids, and if either of them have your gift, please make sure you take them under your wing and train them. Make sure they know the ropes and…well I just hope when we become parents they think we’re cool. I hope they think I’m cool.” Miguel squeezes your hand and he gets on top of you. “I think you’re cool.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around him. “Well I think you’re the coolest, Mr O’Hara.” You tell him as you look up into his pretty eyes. “Miguel, you really are a beautiful man.” You touch his face and the two of you end up kissing.

Once the kissing session was over, Miguel was breathing heavy. “You know…” You sit up a little and shake your head. “Miguel how is it that a few hours ago, you and I were having the most unholy sex and now you’re up for it again?”

“I can’t help that you bring this out of me. But I’ll behave for you.” He nudges his nose against yours and you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I think you’re addicted to me.”

“No no soy, Tommie.” He says as he settles between your legs. “Yes you are, Miguel. And that’s okay. But just know there isn’t an AA meeting on quitting me.”

“Let’s say I am addicted to you, why would I want to quit you?” You shrug and trail a finger down his chest. “You know I don’t think we’ve ever done it with you in the suit and mask.” You say thinking about it. “Sounds like someone is addicted to me.”

“I am, I am addicted to you. But there’s more.

I’m addicted to your touch, your scent, your taste.” Your hand goes down and you touch his bulge. “Fine, I am addicted to you. But if we’re going to do this in the suit then we’re going to pull out all the stops.”

Miguel sits up he makes a large and intricate web pattern in the corner of the roof top. He helps you up and he web slings to the center of the web pattern. You sit there and he puts his mask back on.

“This design is cute.” You comment as you move to look at the center. He webs up and hangs upside down. “I don’t know what it is, but having you in my web is just, tan sexy para mí.” You get on your knees and touch the bottom half of his mask.

“I want to try something.” You tell Miguel as you lean in. Miguel moves the bottom half of his mask so his lips were exposed. You kiss him and he returns the kiss. You moan a bit as Miguel lets his tongue in. When you end the kiss you smile greatly. “Always wanted to do that.” You comment as you stare at his plump lips.

“Glad that I could do that for you, amor. But now I want to do something. Just sit still.” Miguel takes his mask off and he webs your jacket away and he then webs away your blouse.

You cup yourself and give Miguel a look. “It is a little chilly up here you know.” Miguel smiles as he lands beside you. “Oh I can tell you’re cold.” He says staring at your chest.

Your teeth chatters a bit and he moves in close to you. “Mi pobre bebé. Te ves frío. Aquí déjame calentarte. You just get so cold easily.” Miguel gets on top of you making you lay back. “You just love keeping me warm, huh?” You unclasp your bra and ask him if he could web it for you and he does making sure all of your things were webbed together.

“You are a masterpiece, princesa.” Miguel slides his hand into your pants and panties. You play with your breasts a little as he rubs your clit. You give a breathy moan as you pinch your nipples.

“Dejame ayudarte con eso.” Miguel moves your left hand and he sucks that breast.

“Just like at the camp…you were cold, amor. This time I’m going to make you sweat.” He pulls your pants and panties off of you and he takes off his suit.

He continues to play with you which gives you an idea. With your free hand you reach down and grip him. He thrusts in your hand as you open your legs and feel him move the hood of your clit back and teases just the head. You release your other breast and you move Miguel so his back was against the web.

You stroke him with both of your hands and Miguel continues to reach for you but you move and focus on him. You lean down and you take him in your mouth, causing him grip the back of your neck and guides your head quickly.

You loved it when he was a little rough during sex, and to know now that you’re going to have this all the time, made you dripping wet.

You let him fuck your face as you relax your throat so you don’t gag. You hear Miguel’s light whimpers and you make sure your mouth was at the base. “S…stop, amor.” He begs you. You release him from your mouth and you mount him.

“What’s wrong, baby? I thought you were going to make me sweat?” You make sure your pussy was against the head of his dick and you slide up the length as he holds your hips. His eyes were low as if he were high on something.

Then again he was high off of you. You go to slide him inside but move and you stroke him with just your wet lips. Miguel’s head rolls back and he grips your hips with his nails.

“No juegues conmigo niña. Get on this dick and ride me.” Miguel says as he moves you forward. The command in his voice made you almost come right then and there.

He slips in easily and you placed your hands on his chest, keeping yourself upright and you move your hips with his help. Miguel’s hands slowly moves to your ass and he stares at you, like he’s about to go crazy.

But he’s calm, which makes your heart rate rise. He slaps your ass a little which makes you shiver as you move your hips and lean down to kiss him. He stops you however and smirks. “Now I’m going to make you sweat.” He webs your hands above you and he moves your ass faster as he thrusts up.

His eyes rolls back as you tug at the webbing because you wanted to touch Miguel. You needed to touch him while he fucked you like this.

“Te haré sudar, mi amor. Te haré sudar.” He says as he grips your hips tighter. You know you’re going to be bruised and sore after this. Miguel was staring up at you and you let out a moaning request for him to cut the webs.

“No.” Was all he said as he reaches down and rubs you. “Ahora ven por mí.” He tells you which causes you to bite your bottom lip and make a huge mess on his dick and pelvis.

He leans up and he kisses your neck. “Mmm, no you’re not sweating enough for me, amor.” He moves you up he gets behind you. “Mi-baby what are you doing?” You ask feeling a bit weak.

“Oh I’ve worked up quite the appetite so I’m going to feast on this back here.” He parts your ass and you feel his tongue.

Fuck this felt sinful. The way this man could tongue both of your holes, made you want to speak in tongues.

You feel him make your back arch and your body clenched up tight as you try to yank that webbing off of your hands.

His tongue was doing wonders in your ass and against your lips. “Miguel….Miguel baby, I’m gonna come again. I’m gonna come.” You moan out as he licks deeper. He moans as he shakes his head and you just whimper as your come drip down your leg.

Miguel places his chin against your shoulder and he bites your ear. “My pretty little soon to be wife, seems sweaty. But maybe I should try one more thing.”

You were tired but this man made you want more, all because you are addicted to him. He turns your face to him and he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue and that gets you moaning. As he goes to touch your cunt you jerk because it’s tender and sensitive.

“Qué pasa, mi amor? Is it sensitive? Do you want me to stop?” You shake your head because you didn’t want him to stop. “I know you don’t, I know you can take my touch. I know you can take anything I give you.” He rubs you again and your legs twitch. You close your eyes and with just two strokes to the clit you come again for the third time. Making you just hang there.

Miguel chuckles and he kisses your temple, letting you down from the web. “Are you warm, amor?” You give a grunted yes and he laughs. “I’m sorry, mi vida. But I told you I’d make you sweat.” He wraps you in his arms and he lays with you. “Estás feliz?” He asks as you two watch the sun set.

“Of course I am. Are you?” He gives you a look. “I am the happiest man right now because of you. Actually I’ll be happy the day we say I do.” You two lay there in silence but ten minutes later you sit up and poke Miguel in the center of his chest. “Yes amor?”

“Can we g…go home. Now I’m really freezing.” Miguel quickly gets up and he helps you get dressed….

••••

“I really don’t want to go.” You moan as you look through your closet and take another gulp of your green juice. “Why don’t you just not go then?” Erica asks as she plays with a piece of string with Milo.

“Because my boss will be pissed with me if I don’t go and I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be on Howard Stark’s shit list.” You reply as you pick up a black dress. “Not that one. What about that white one?” Erica points out as she lets Milo play with the string fully.

“I don’t know about that o-” Erica gets up and she plucks that dress off of the hanger and holds it up against your body. “Yeah, this’ll make that little uppity bitch sweat. I bet you she’s gonna wear some outlandish dress so she stands out and everyone is going to be wearing black. You’ll stand out and make sure your fiancé, ah I can’t believe you two are getting married, anyways make sure he wears something that makes him look like he just stepped out of Milan or something. Wait! Wait! I see the vision! Hold on!” Erica runs out of the room and you look at Milo as he stares up at you.

“That’s your mama, Milo I don’t know what she’s doing either.” You look back at the dress and walk over to your mirror. The dress did look pretty and you knew it would turn heads.

“Alright, I got the edge control. I got the hair jewelry, and I got the makeup. When you want this to happen?” Erica asks as she stands there at your door. “I have to go shower first, so let me do that. And the dinner isn’t even until eight tonight.”

“Okay, you don’t have that much time. I wanna make you look cute. Now hurry and shower I need to set up my stations. Milo, baby you might wanna leave I might get carried away and give you some straight backs.” Milo immediately leaped off of your bed and ran out making the both of you laugh. You go to the bathroom and get ready for your shower.

You made sure your hair was in place and your dangle earrings were on. “If you’d let me give you some lashes then you’re-” You stop Erica right there. “No, I let you put lashes on me one time our senior year and I almost lost an eye.”

“Girl, beauty is pain. Plus you’re being dramatic.” You narrow your eyes at her. “I had a corner of a lash stuck in my eye and when I yanked it out that thing was bleeding.”

“Monica would’ve kept those lashes on.” Erica comments as you slide on your heels. “Monica would’ve gotten drunk and lost those lashes.” You retort. “Yeah, you’re right she would’ve. Can I just say I am going to miss you when you get married?”

You turn to Erica and you see she looked a bit sad. “Erica, you do know that we’re still gonna hang out right?” She shrugs. “I know, but like you won’t be living here anymore. Why do I have to be so damn emotional today? Got me crying in this bitch.”

You walk over to her and you hug her. “Awe E. Don’t think like that. I’m always going to be there for you and we can still have our sleepovers if you want. And think of this, say we have our own kids in the future, we can literally have our kids grow up and be best friend like us.” She pouts and hugs you back.

“That sounds nice. I’d like that. But you need to hurry up and have my niece or nephew, because I’m pregnant now.” You let go of her and you look at her stomach.

“W? Wait! What?” Erica nods and you both scream. “Are you serious? How many months?” You ask as you hug her again. “Well I’m not too far along only two months. Dennis is terrified but, I want this baby. I want to be more than a cat mom.”

You look down at her barely bump stomach and you kneel. “Hi in there. I’m your Auntie Tommie. Wait this baby’s ears aren’t even developed yet. Oh well. Hi! When you’re born I’m going to take you to your first science museum! And your mom! She’s going to so much fun, but don’t let her put lashes on you until you’re at least twenty-five.” Erica laughs and you see tears running down her face.

“T, you have no idea how happy I am that you’re my sister from another mister.” You stand up and you hug her. “I’m glad I’m your sister too. And you and Dennis are going to be the best parents. Oh my god we have a baby shower to plan, but before that a gender reveal. Did you tell Monica and Jerry? Oh god this baby is going to get so spoiled, can I buy them their first science set?”

“T! Calm down. This kid isn’t even here yet. But I’m happy they have this love right now. And no I haven’t told Monica and Jerry yet. I will but for now let me just…” She pins your hair up with a clip that looks like a spider with a red gem in the center. “Perfect.” She turns you so that you’re facing the mirror and you gasp.

“Erica, thank you…” She kisses the side of your head. “Hey don’t go crying wide head. I don’t need you messing up my masterpiece.” She hugs you and that’s when you hear knocking.

“That must be Miguel. I’ll tell you all about the dinner. Especially the juicy stuff. You tell her as you grab your things on your way out of your room. “Only tell me if you sock Dumb-Dana in the mouth. Have fun!” Erica calls out to you as you head out the door.

Miguel was wearing a handsome dark blue suit with a ruby red shirt underneath. “You look, muy guapo.” You say as you smooth down his collar. “Gracias mi amor. You look amazing.” You accept the compliment and you two have small talk while getting to Miguel’s car.

Once in the car you turn to him as he lets the car warm up. “So Erica is expecting.” You tell him. “Congratulations to her and Dennis, I’m sure they’ll do a great job by their baby.”

“Yeah, I know they’ll be great parents. I can’t wait to meet that little person. And tell them how cool their mom is. It’s so great that there’s these big life events happening to us.”

“The future is going to be full of wonderful things, I’m sure.” Miguel pulls out of his parking spot and when you check the time you see you two have twenty minutes to get to Le Rose.

“How are you feeling, amor?” Miguel asks as he makes a right turn. “How do I feel about tonight or how I feel about having to be in the same room as Dana D’Angelo?”

“Ambas.” He answers. You sigh. “I feel good because of my outfit…so this is random but I seen Dana the other day and she seemed pissed about seeing my engagement ring. I had to gloat a little with that. So knowing that she will see you with me tonight makes me feel good too.”

“When you seen her, did she say why she was there?” Miguel sounded a bit off so when you look at you you see him staring hard ahead of him. “Just to make sure that Mr Stark and I were still going to the charity event…oh she has this thing where she keeps inviting me out. I always tell her no but she seemed adamant on me going with her.”

You see Miguel gripping the steering wheel and you place your hand on his. “Hey, if I did something wrong I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “No amor, you didn’t do anything wrong but when we get there I’m going to have a talk with Dana.”

“Miguel you do-”

“No, she needs to know her place when it comes to you. I’m getting tired of her bullshit and she needs to know that I never nor will I ever want her.” He says in a cool tone. You feel as if what he just said had another meaning to it and you want to ask but you don’t want to upset him more than he is.

Tonight is going to be interesting…

As you two step inside and give your names you frown at the decor. “Why pumpkins?” You ask out loud. “Ah, Tommie, I’m so happy you could make it.” Mrs Stark says to you as she leans over and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s so nice to see you Maria, is there room at your table?” You ask as Miguel speaks to the bodyguard. “Of course, there’s always room for you. And oh my goodness.” She points to your ring and you show her your hand and smile. “Is he?” She looks over at Miguel as he walks over and you tell her yes. “Maria this is my fiancé, Miguel O’Hara. Miguel this is Mr Stark’s wife.”

“You can call me Maria. And I see you two will make a very beautiful couple. If I can give one tiny bit of advice, when you two get married, make sure you two always stay honest with each other. It makes all the difference.”

Miguel just gives a nod and you tell her of course. “Also Tommie our table is by the left corner, it has the big purple pumpkin on it.” You stop her there. “Question why the pumpkin theme?”

“Oh the theme represents the harvesting of souls. At least that’s what the invitation had read. It’s an odd theme but I’ve heard that the D’Angelo family is a bit eccentric. Oh if you two would excuse me I see my son has finally shown up.” Maria Stark walks away and you look around feeling off.

“Amor, let’s get you seated you look a bit ill. We’ll stay only for a while, show our faces and then we can leave.”

“That’s sounds perfect. Maria said the table had a purple pumpkin on it.” The two of you find the table and as you sit down you, Miguel asks a waiter if they can bring you a glass of water.

As you wait you look at the purple pumpkin and frown because why did the theme have to deal with pumpkins?

“Hello Miguel. Tommie.” You look away from the pumpkin and see Dana wearing a bright lime green dress.

Erica was right she would wear something outlandish.

“Dana.” You give her an up down look, not caring if you’re polite. You just feel off and you just don’t know why. “Miss D’Angelo.” Miguel gives a half hearted greeting and she sits down besides him. “I’m so thrilled you two could make it. The night festivities are going to be out of this world. You remember the last time you came with me, Miguel? You had fun.”

“No, I didn’t. Dana you have this thing where you need to control the situation in your favor. And I’m done. You leave my wife and I alone. Now please leave.” Dana gave Miguel such an evil glare it made you feel a bit scared.

Her eyes then land on you and she smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet her eyes. “I have a feeling you’re going to see a whole new side to this monster.” She gets up and you swear you caught a glimpse of green in her eyes.

She walks away and the waiter brings you the glass of water. You take a sip and take a deep breathe. When you go to speak you see Miguel glaring at Dana, she was across the room talking to Tony Stark.

“Miguel stop that.” You tell him. “Lo siento, amor.” He looks away and rubs your arms. “You know what, let’s just go. Maria seen us so we can get away with that.”

“If that is what you want mi corazón then let’s go.” You stand up and your bladder feels heavy. That was definitely from the green juice you had while getting ready earlier.

“I’ll go use the bathroom and then we can go.” You tell Miguel while he stands as well. “Oh I saw a sign that said the bathrooms were down that hall.” Miguel walks you to where the bathrooms are and you start to go inside. “Baby could you grab my purse from the table? I was in a rush.”

“Of course, mi amor. I’ll wait right here when I’ve grabbed it.” You smile at him and you rush inside going into the second stall.

You sigh in relief when you use the bathroom. Once your bladder is empty, you clean yourself up and smooth your dress down. You hear someone enter the bathroom as you exit the stall. You go to wash your hands but you jump as you see Dana standing there with a smile on her face.

“Holy sh-Dana! What the-why are you just standing there?” Where is Miguel? He would never let this girl in here. You wonder as you wash your hands. “Do you like the theme tonight? I did it especially for you.” She says ignoring your question.

You frown looking at her in the mirror. “Okay Dana I’m not in the mood for this. I’m tired and I’m going home.” You turn and she was right in front of you.

How did she move so fast?

“Just answer my question, and you can get some rest I promise.” She says making you feel uncomfortable. “I don’t really think it matters if I like the theme, but it’s not my cup of tea. Pumpkins freak me out ever since-“

“The green goblin.” Her smile seems to widen as you take a step back. “Y..yeah. The green goblin. Look I need to go so-”

Dana swiftly moves so that you’re trapped. “Tommie, I must say for someone who is smart you sure are fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” You scowl at her but Dana just keeps smiling. “You heard me. The pumpkins, the color scheme. I swear Scooby doo would know what this all means. But let me give you a hint.” She looks at you and her eyes turn into a pale ghost green.

You jerk back from her letting your back hit the wall. You start to hyperventilate and she moves in. “That can’t be-you can’t be the-”

“I am the Green Goblin and as promised you can get some rest.” Without hesitation, Dana grabs you by the throat and she squeezes causing you to claw at her arms. But her grip was strong. She leans in close to your ear and she chuckles.

“I think it’s time the three of us have a little reunion don’t you think, Tommie?” In one swift move she throws you into the sink knocking you out cold…

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