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giuliettagaltieri · 5 months

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Dance of Mutual Seduction

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru is only a man.

Warning: pointless overthinking, deflowering, explicit smut, p in v, unprotected sex, hints of dub/con, mild somnophilia, breeding, size kink, corruption kink

Word Count: 1918

6 of 9

Gojō feels like he is being watched.

He turned around as he brushed his teeth but found nobody there.

His eyes narrow, straining to see if someone dared to lay tricks in his own home. But he found none.

Was it you?

The man bent to his right to steal a quick peek at you from the bathroom doorway, but you are exactly where he left you, in your vanity, still staring at nothing in particular with your brows twisted in deep concentration.

Gojō finishes up in the bathroom and joins you in the vanity to snatch his phone from where it rested next to your parfums.

Upon seeing him from the mirror, you hastily grab your hairbrush, just so you would appear to be doing something relevant with your time, and not just staring on the empty space.

“Someone seems distracted today.” Gojō says without looking at you, as he was checking his phone.

Ignoring his statement is the safest path you can follow.

You flinch when a droplet from his arm comes sliding down your neck. “Gojō-sama, let me dry you?” You sigh at him and he nods, his eyes still stuck on his screen.

“Problem?” You ask as you lean back on the vanity to rub his head with a towelette.

“Nah.” He says and you drop the topic.

“Dry yourself right after the moment you step out of the showers next time, please.”

Gojō smiles at you briefly and places his phone by the vanity. “I’ve been doing this since I was a child. I’ll be fine.” He closes his eyes as you wipe his cheekbones and jaw.

You don’t respond, lips only forming the smallest of pouts.

“Fine. I’ll dry myself after showers next time.” He says with his smile bleeding into his voice.

A smile too graces your lips and you proceed to wipe at his torso. Gojō watches you like a bird of prey, watching and waiting for the moment you will hesitate and break. But it does not happen.

Truth be told, your proximity and the unsecured way you tied your robe was doing something to him instead.

Gojō followed the soft jiggle of your bosom and his breath hitches.

“Are you alright, Gojō-sama?” You asked worriedly. Your hands pull at his forearms to bring him closer so you can look at his face.

Much to your surprise, Gojō slips from your hold and heads straight to his closet and you can only tilt your head to the side as he fires curses after curses, you even heard muffled screaming.

He comes out a moment later with his clothing askew and his hair sticking out to every direction, as if it had been gripped with frustration.

“I have to go train the new guards. I’ll be busy the entire day, don’t look for me.” He said in one breath and he saw himself out.

You are left standing there by your vanity, the damp towelette still in your hands.

Have you done something to upset him?

Were you too forward?

Or perhaps…you gasp loudly, almost in indignation.

Does his affections lean not to the opposite sex?

You cup your mouth as you pace around your room.

He formed a really close friendship with the rogue sorcerer in high school. Also, he was not discreet in his interest in a lot of feminine matters.

Oh no. This is not good. What are to become of the heirs that your clans expected you to make?

Should you perhaps try to act more masculine? You fall on the chair with your mind not being able to keep up with your thoughts.

No.

You shall use your feminine wiles.

This is what you were trained to do.

Nevermind your husband not being interested in women. You will entice him to bed you. You swear it!

Oh, but how should you do that? You received lessons but you were never able to put them into practice.

You will die of embarrassment should you fail to succeed in seducing him.

In the planes farthest from you in the estate house, Gojō has his own hand clutching his jaw.

His thoughts were not irrational, he is certain of it. It is expected between a married man and woman. You will have to consummate your marriage with him sooner rather than later.

But you were young, and so bright-eyed, believing like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Will he dare to ruin your innocence?

A fighting dummy to his right receives the blow for the unanswered question, making it crumble to a heap of hardwood on the ground.

The men who were to spar with your husband unconsciously take a step back, a drop of cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

You were pacing in your shred chambers the entire day.

Fixing any imperfections, adding more aromatic oils that more and more dulls your senses.

You have gotten tired of pacing from where you stand and then to the vanity that you have gone to and started holding a hand mirror to fix a hair that was astray or to wipe at any moisture that dared to ruin the powder of colors on your face.

When the sun started to retire, you had already gone and exhausted yourself, enough to make the bed appear so enticing that you simply had to lie in it.

Your body that was still covered by the robe was sprawled on the bed, your hand finding your husband’s pillow on its own.

And it was how Gojō found you.

In the middle of your matrimonial bed, hair spreading like a curtain under your head, chest peeking out of your robes as you curled around his pillow.

And his resolve melts.

You are woken up with the bed dipping, and immediately you are smothered by the smell of your husband’s sweat and musk.

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

“Gojō-sama?” You ask sleepily but his only response was his nose skimming your cheek while his battle-hardened hands work their way inside your robes, his coarse palms finding the globes of your ass.

Your mewl was swallowed by his lips.

“My name’s fucking Satoru.” He groans against your lips.

It was difficult to comprehend everything when your senses were under an onslaught of stimuli.

His arm snakes under your shoulders, his hand gripping your nape to pull you closer. The heat between your legs flows freely as his large fingers prod at your delicate flower.

“Let me have you.” Gojō groans against your chest.

Your hands rake through his snowy hair as you nod frantically.

“P-please!” It came out more desperate than you would have wanted, but his boyish chuckle made you fall in a trance, you wanted to hear it for eternity.

You cannot believe you have gone through the trouble the entire day, thinking he would not be interested when he is worshiping your body in ways that would make the goddess Aphrodite blush.

Your husband’s mouth was not only adept for spouting quick wit but also in making you reach the highest of heights. It felt like falling and floating at the same time.

When he hovers over you, everything comes to a standstill as his tip catches on your entrance.

Gojō was murmuring apologies after apologies against your shoulder as his length fills your tightness. You were seizing up to him, mouth filled with garbled discomfort as you choke on your sobs.

It was not at all like the heaven his mouth and fingers gave you.

This was painful, and so utterly filling, he had you stretched to your limit around him.

Your tiny hands pound on his broad back, feet kicking up the air by his sides.

Tears stained your pretty cheeks as your hair stuck to the moisture of your face and neck.

Gojō groaned out promises, that it will all feel good, that he will take care of you. And his hands find your hips, his fingers almost bruising your warm supple flesh. Gojō’s mouth parts as he rolls his hips against you. Feeling your twitching walls, like warm wet velvet wrapped around him.

Your breath hitch with every sharp thrust and Gojō falls numb to everything else. His nose flares as he takes the deepest breath as if just surfacing from the clutches of the waters so deep. It almost scares you how his hands cup under your knees and push them till your thighs meet the softness of your belly and chest.

And when Gojō crushes you under his weight from wanting nothing else but to cram his cock into your insides, your eyes cross with your brows scrunched so prettily, lips parting with a choked gasp.

Gojō’s hooded eyes stare at your face as he fills you again and again, the muscles of his thighs rippling with every pound of his thickness inside which almost curves just to force itself to fit. A shiver runs through your spine as your slick spurts out with every thrust, coating his thighs as it meets your swollen lips, dampening the bedding as it drips down when he pulls back just so he can shove it back in.

You were losing your mind, body writhing under the mass that was your husband. You can tell that he too was feeling what it was that is overcoming you. You have never heard him breathe as fast, as ragged, never, not even in the fights you have witnessed. But right now, his eyes were all scrunched up, mouth parted as he almost heaved. He did not look at all different from a man drunk with pleasure.

“N-not deep enough.” He groans out, annoyance marring his face.

You had no idea what he meant, he was as deep as physically possible. You were about to protest when he smacks a palm on your bum, leaving you whimpering before he hikes your legs up until your feet rested on his shoulders and he drops his weight on you, squeezing your thighs in between your bodies.

Your mind cannot comprehend how Gojō was able to fit himself further, filling you so so deep with his girth.

With the lewdest scream that ever graced Gojō’s ears, your orgasm washes over you like a shower of molten gold, lighting every vein aflame. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands scramble to his arms, searching for something to anchor yourself into in fear that you might explode into little stars. You gasp, clawing at his back as your tiny cunt flutters around him, making it impossibly tight.

Gojō seethes, his own breath hitching as he attempts to roll his hips but his tip starts spewing his thick seed against your plump cervix. The tightness forced his cum to seep from the crevices and leak to your bum.

And exhaustion overwhelms you. Your eyelids feel heavy, it felt like such a burden to keep them open. Your hands lay limp against the mattress, and your thighs, still squashed between your sweaty bodies, your feet still hung on the air as your husband catches his breath against your chest.

It was as if he was breathing you in, like his head rewired itself and was asking for you and had forgotten about air.

You cannot bring yourself to blame him, at this moment, air be damned, all you wanted was to be smothered by your husband. With your hearts and breath in sync, bodies still joined and nectar flowing as sleep slowly carried you away.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru smut #arranged marriage #where the blue roses grow

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zsupika · 4 months

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Obey me! Sleeping headcanons

A/N: I've been meaning to write this for so long and I finally did it. It kinda turned more into nighttime headcanons instead of sleeping headcanons but whatever. Enjoy nonetheless!

Featuring: Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Lucifer and Belphie

Mammon

Mammon is such an easy sleeper

Literally one minute and he's asleep

He loves to sleep with you by his side

It just relaxes him to see you next to him, to know that you're okay

He cuddles up to your side and snuggles his face into your neck

You notice that he fell asleep when his breath becomes a little heavier

He snores slightly but only very quietly

He feels warm and smells like cologne and freshly washed sheets

In the middle of the night he sometimes start to groan while turning around or changing his sleep position

Whenever you get up, to go to the bathroom or to drink something, he starts to cling to you and mumbles that you should stay

He's so silly

Leviathan

He stays up until late at night, gaming

When youre in his room, he usually puts some blankets and pillows on the floor for you two to lay in and relax while gaming together

Like a little pillowfort

When he notices that you're getting sleepier, he turns some of the bigger lights off and pulls the softest blanket over your shoulder

After a while you falls asleep and basically fall into his lap

This makes him panic slightly, since he's not sure if he should move or not

He decided to carefully carry you into his bathtub-bed

He lays you down and puts some pillows and blankets back

He shuts down most of the remaining lights and crawls next to you, careful not to wake you

He lays on his side and is face to face with you

You're breathing is a little heavier so he knows that you're asleep

He gives you a light forehead kiss and takes your hands into his

And he falls asleep by your side

Asmodeus

Before bed he always takes a shower or a bath

He does his skincare together with you

You two share face masks and take selfies while you're at it

He likes to massage your neck to help you relax and lose any tention

After you're finished with everything you lay down on his bed and he joins you

His favorite position is just anything where you two are somehow intertwined

He makes sure that you're comfortable and have all the space that you need nonetheless

The scent of freshness and parfum stays in the air

He doesn't snore or anything but he does like to lightly hum you to sleep

Once you're asleep he start to feel tired as well and falls asleep shortly after you

Lucifer

He also goes to sleep rather late

Being busy with paperwork or something like that, causes him to come to his room later than usual

You're still awake since you couldn't sleep without him

He noticed you being awake and started some smalltalk with you

After he changed clothes, he layed down next to you and sighed heavily

He was so relieved that the day was finally over and he was so lucky to have you by his side

You brushed your hand through his hair, thus relaxing him a lot

He thanked you and kissed your temple

You snuggled to his side and rested your hand on his chest

He relaxed more and more into your touch and fell asleep after a couple of minutes

You smiled softly as you pressed a kiss onto his cheek

You were glad he was here, with you

He felt warm and smelled like paper

You were happy to have him by your side

Belphie

His bed is FILLED with pillows of all sizes and shapes

He sleeps a lot

Sadly your urge to sleep isn't as strong as his is so you can't lay by his side all the time

It makes him whine whenever you leave to get up and actually do something

But when you do sleep next to him, he always hugs you like a pillow

He wraps his arms totally around you and breathes in your natural scent

He loves the way you smell, even if it may sound weird, he finds it so comfortable to have you by his side

Those are always his favorite sleeps

When you wake up, you pepper him with kisses on his face, making him groan and causing you to giggle

He does always blush a little at your action but he obviously tries to hide it

#obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey her #obey me x reader smut #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me asmodeus #om! mammon #mammon x reader #om! asmodeus #om! leviathan #leviathan x reader smut #leviathan x reader #lucifer

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theysaidhush · 9 months

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noncon/dubcon with any legal enha member? 😭

Roommate!Jake being a freak !

Non/dub-con with Jake. I can sooo imagine this man being so infatuated with you that he would take advantage of you while you’re drunk or sleeping.

So imagine Perv!Roommate!Jake who fell in love with you the very first minute you moved in… And he fell hard. Maybe too hard. On the head. Because now he’s crazy for you. Or just crazy.

🕊 DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT 🕊

Jake’s plan A was easy. Fuck any living and breathing person to make you jealous. Old, young, man, woman, you’ve seen it all come and leave the Australian’s bedroom. You’ve heard them at night. You’ve even seen some of them drink coffee dressed in skimpy outfits or Jake’s shirt. But Jake found out that it wasn’t disturbing you. You were the perfect roommate, doing your chores and never complaining. So the first time you saw one of his one night stand sitting at the table, you asked them with a sickingly sweet smile if they wanted some hot chocolate. Sweet naive and caring you not giving a fuck about befriending the person Jake fucked last night. It made him sick and yet amazed at how perfect you were.

And perfect you were. At least for him. He's convinced himself that you were. Perfect but just for him. So it was the reason why he needed you. When he thought he couldn't fall more for you, you proved him wrong. Cooking him dinner, preparing breakfast, doing his laundry when he forgot to do it. You were the perfect wife. At least, that was what his sick brain would let him think. On the other end, you were just being polite and human. You weren't going to cook yourself something and watch him starve when he came home at two in the morning. But again, Jake had trouble differentiate kindness and love. So he was pretty sure that you were onto him.

Seeing how plan A failed miserably, he decided to start plan B. Being the perfect boyfriend material. Everyone loves boyfriend material right ? Getting up early to prepare breakfast, going out with you to shop for groceries, helping you carry the bag, cook dinner. He was basically thriving at the thought that you were both acting and doing what a normal couple would do. Except that you were just roommates. Maybe even friend now.

So when he saw that you were starting to get comfortable with him, he saw an opportunity. Well, many actually. It all started with him stealing your underwear. He felt sick, but only because it was the first time. The second time he came on your pantie, painting the tissue in white before sniffing it as if it was the better parfume in the store, his guilt evaporated. The third time he jerked off in your bra, imagining your breast wrapping his shaft, he was a goner. But you did not notice, so it was fine.

The second thing he did was taking pictures of you without you knowing - obviously. When you're washing the dishes, he would come behind you and take a nice picture of your ass. There's something about your waist pressed on the counter that makes him go wild. Or when you're under the shower - someone accidentally broke the lock. There's just something about your naked silhouette through the curtain that makes him whine harder when pumping his cock. But the best pictures of all are those when you're bending over or sitting on your knees. At first, it was difficult, he was always too late so he never took the picture at the right time. But with practice - yes, with practice, that's how sick he is - he finally managed to get the right pictures. There's just something about the curve of your ass that makes him thrust harder into your pillow.

The third thing he did was fucking you while you were asleep. You were so nice and naive, getting so comfortable with him after six months of him being nice and pliant with you. He did not bring anyone home during those six months, and yet you were still considering him as a friend. Just a friend. It made him sick. And yet here you were, sleeping with only a shirt covering your small frame. Panties showing when tossing around. You literally asked for what was coming, right ? Right..? The Australian couldn't care less, tho, he was about to take what was his.

He only praised himself when rolling your shirt up and showing your breasts. You did not wake up. The pills he gave you were effective.

You did not moved an inch when he sat on your torso and finally put his hard and leaking dick between your tits, thrusting harder at the feeling of your round breast and soft skin against his cock.

You did not flinched when he painted your face in white, shooting ropes after ropes on your sleeping and unaware face, grinning, moaning and panting like a bitch at how good you made him feel.

You did not moved an inch when he groped your breast, sucking on your hardened nipples while grinding his dick against your naked cunt - your pantie in his back pocket.

Or when he hugged you tight and whimpered in your ears while rutting on you, humping on your pussy like a fucking weirdo, small tears escaping his eyes at how good you were making him feel, how smoothly the tip of his dick was grazing at your cunt everytime his hips would thrust forward.

And nor did you moved when he finally cum, putting just the tip inside your pussy so he could watch his cum leak from the small entrance. As if he really fucked you. Could you blame him, your pussy just looks so pretty with white sperm dripping down your thighs, leaking onto your asshole, pussy glistening with the evidence of his love. He can't help himself but take a picture.

Next time he fucks you you're gonna be awake.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #kpop hard hours #enhypen x reader #jake smut #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jake x reader #jake sim smut #jake sim x reader #dead dove do not eat #literally don't know how to tag Jake #like should I put Sim Jaeyun or Sim Jake or Jake Sim #anyway #tw noncon

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hazeltailofficial · 7 months

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Lush Lord Of MIsrule Perfume 0.3 fl oz

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scented--whispers · 6 months

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Zoologist Part 2: Harvest Mouse

Following the release of this perfume, there were claims that it was considered a "safe" addition to Zoologist's collection. However, I beg to differ. Harvest Mouse, in my perspective, is far from being 'uninspired' or a 'compromise' for commercial gains. Zoologist, in curating its aromatic menagerie, never bound itself exclusively to audacious or unconventional fragrances. Instead, the brand masterfully crafts scents that authentically capture the essence of diverse creatures, even those with a milder disposition. Harvest Mouse stands as a testament to this and defies the notion that safety equates to a lack of creativity. It is a nuanced olfactory creation that artfully captures its animal.

One of the most unique takes on vanilla I have ever experienced, a vanilla drenched in beer and sprinkled with hay. The subtle beer note lends an anthropomorphized quality to the fragrance, harmoniously aligning with its animal. This scent evokes an image of a mouse that ventures beyond the fields, forging connections with humans, perhaps engaging in a friendly game of cards at the pub on a crisp autumn day.

A beautiful, trip a love story that captivated me is the delightful unpredictability of Harvest Mouse—it seamlessly aligns with my senses without ever succumbing to monotony. While it exudes coziness and a hint of sweetness, it unfurls on my skin with cheeky surprises. Essence of hay, comforting beer, and a gentle embrace of an autumn afternoon sun.

In the vast tapestry of the animal kingdom, Harvest Mouse paints a portrait of the softer, cuter, dreamier side—a nuanced olfactory masterpiece that captivates without fail.

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chicinsilk · 2 years

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US Vogue October 1, 1952 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

In Bianchini silk-chiffon, an indoor ensemble by Traina-Norell, with a warm mink ripple highlighting the neckline, and the timeless allure of two very pale pink roses. Bracelets, earrings and ring, by Marvella. Invisible accessory: a drift of perfume, “Emeraude” by Coty.

En mousseline de soie Bianchini, un ensemble d'intérieur par Traina-Norell, avec une ondulation chaude de vison soulignant le décolleté, et l'allure hors du temps de deux roses d'un rose très pâle. Bracelets, boucles d'oreilles et bague, par Marvella. Accessoire invisible : une dérive de parfum, « Emeraude » de Coty.

Photo: Horst P. Horst Model/Modèle: Ruth Neumann vogue archive

#us vogue #october 1952 #fashion 50s #fall/winter #automne/hiver #traina norell #marvella #coty perfume #parfum coty #horst p. horst #ruth neumann #emeraude #bianchini

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okkotsuus · 1 year

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mi hermosa (sae i.) !

features: sae i.

contents: suggestive. sae is kinda ooc. reader is a model. hickies/neck kissing. sae feels you up kinda. gender-neautral reader. filming. sae is himself. vivid descriptions. insinuation at the end. 4.2k words.

notes: self-indulgent. my very very bad spanish. partial google translate bc i forgot most of my lessons. i just think not being able to understand what someone's saying but knowing what it means by how they say it is really hot. telenovelas are making me delulu. i luv sae.

heavily inspired by this edit from my queen koca ( @daiseukiis )

as you study your reflection in the glimmering surface of the bathroom mirror, you can't help but feel your own chest puff in pride. like a bird after hours of preening, even you were forced to acknowledge that you looked stunning at this moment.

maybe it was what felt like the endless hours you were forced to sit still while the makeup artists touched up every single pore and freckle on your face, or maybe it was just how they were able to bring out the untouchable features that were already there. either way, you felt as if you were on top of the world at this moment. you felt untouchable, unattainable.

the ringing of the bell signaling the end of the crew's lunch break drew you back into reality as you messed with the flyaway that had begun to escape what felt like a helmet of hairspray.

your shoes clicked against the tiled floor as you hurried on set. when you made it there, you saw the crew scrambling around as they finished the last props and lighting adjustments. they called every cue in a practice run and tested cgi with extras before taking the first shot.

you smoothed the clothes that hugged just right over your body. the material under your fingers felt expensive, smooth and soft. they were luxury for the brand that you were shooting and commercials for. along with other high dollar items, all to impose the idea of regality.

it was a perfume and cologne commercial. so it was guaranteed to be eccentric.

truth be told, you didn't even know what the shoot had in mind. you weren't part of the original cast, as you were still an up-and-coming model. but you were the only model who would agree to shoot on such a short notice.

your co-star, whom you had yet to even see, apparently had some sort of falling out with the person who was supposed to be in your spot. the crew had quietly pulled you to the side and told you that the moment he laid eyes on them, he immediately demanded for someone else, or he would quit. it made you so very anxious for him to see you, much less to co-star with him.

the thrumming of your heart pounded in your ears as your eyes flit to every corner of the room, trying to guess who you were going to be on screen with. if it went well, you would be able to get some connections out of this, right?

maybe a bit too optimistic for a guy who just looked at a model much more famous than you and threw a hissy-fit...

you saw the director approaching and quickly you attempt to compose yourself, not wanting your nervous sweat to make the mua's hard work run. you put on a wobbly smile as he greets you.

"y/n, great to see you, sorry again for the short notice! so, as you were told, today we are shooting a luxury l'eau de parfum commercial." you nod along, watching as he tells a personal assistant to go get a 'mr. itoshi.' you have no clue who that is, but he seems important given the way the pa broke into a cold perspiration at his name. maybe it was your tyrant of a co-star?

the director continues his rundown of the shoot, going over the details that normally would have been told before you would have signed the contract. "so, today you will be in very close proximity with your co-star. intimate touching, scantily clothed, innuendos, is that okay?"

you hesitate for a moment, since you were new: you had never done anything like this before. truth be told, you were feeling a little shy. until you saw him.

those half-lidded uncaring eyes of turquoise that had your heart racing from more than just the anxiety of it all. his hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his tight-fitting, black, suit pants. his white button-up is tucked in and only half buttoned, leaving a tempting portion of his toned chest teasingly exposed. a silver chain drums against his collarbones with every step he takes, darkened-blush hair ruffling with movement. god, he is stunning. just the sight of him had you nodding absent-mindedly to everything the director was saying. you didn't care about your doubts, as long as you were doing the intimate touching and scantily clothed-ness with him (for the commercial of course, nothing else...). you don't care how embarrassing it is.

he came to a stop an arms-length away from you, staring down at you under his nose. you can’t help but anxiously fidget; the confidence from earlier disappearing as you suddenly felt like the side character who’s screen time just ended, your presence completely being devoured by the main character that just entered the room under his scrutinizing gaze.

he huffs, clearing his throat before turning away from you. you wince, ready to be dismissed and humiliated, yet it never came.

"acceptable."

with that, he was gone. you were left gawking. all that pride you had lost was restored in an instant. he didn't instantly hate you? it was somehow the biggest ego boost you had been given in a long time.

the crew member who you had somehow become friends with starts squealing and bouncing up and down while you raise a shaky hand to feel the heat burning at your cheeks. is this real?

the final run of all the technical components finished and you went to join mr. itoshi on the set. unlike him, you weren’t aware of what was going on each scene, hence why the producer had to stage things more carefully. they weren't annoyed at all, instead thankful that she could find someone so last minute, even if it meant the shoot taking longer. it just wasn't worth the pay cut it would have taken to recast.

as the lights dim slightly, you turn your attention to the producer: sitting in her chair with the script.

"first of all, big thanks to y/n for making it on such short notice—” scattered claps from around the room all in your favor, “without them, we could never shoot this commercial! okay so, the first scene is going to be sae and y/n just sort of holding each other. it's intimate and coy, going to help us lead up to the bigger things going on later in the shoot. break a leg everyone!"

you felt your cheeks lightly warm at the description of the scene, clearing your throat before turning to sae, who was adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves and his open collar. you copy his professionalism and smooth out the wrinkles on your own luxury clothing items.

he takes a step closer to you and plants one hand on your hip, his fingers slightly digging into the plush of your skin as his other arm winds around your back loosely. sae’s breath fans over your face as he gently huffs through his nose. lashes fluttering as those aquamarine hues zero in on you, with his plush, pink lips parting slightly.

all of it is head-spinning, mind-boggling, he is so captivating. but you force yourself to remember this is a job. so you rest one of your hands over his muscular bicep, the other fisting the collar of his half undone shirt. your head tilts to the side to allow yourself to inch closer to him. the world goes silent and the two of you just stare at each other.

it was a moment frozen in time, both of your lashes flutter as you maintain that heavy stare. breath fanning in the small yet far too large gap between the two of you. your back is subtly arching as you press yourself further into him.

"cut!"

yes, all for the shoot, of course...nothing else, no other reason.

sae steps back from you, your arms stay up for a moment before falling limply to your side. you clear your throat and turn to the producer, desperately hoping that it didn't need another take, you weren't sure if your heart could take it.

"amazing job, that was a flawless take! y/n, you should really consider becoming an actor, the chemistry you created with sae was palpable. great work, take five while we get ready for the next scene, you two!"

you breathlessly thank her and scramble offstage, returning to hair and makeup to see if anything needed to be retouched. while the artist was touching up your lips and powdering your nose, you couldn't get sae's touch out of your mind. it lingered on your skin like a brand, hot and heavy.

your next costume was to change into a button-up just like the one sae was wearing, it was left even more unbuttoned. you were given a pair of white safety shorts to wear under it, a very obvious illusionary tactic of being pantless. you couldn't help but feel shy.

it was call time so you returned to the set, eyes locking on sae who abandoned the white shirt he was in and instead just wearing those fitted, black pants. he still had the necklace on; on that tempting delicacy of a body he has. you force yourself to focus on that. lest your vision slip to his sculpted torso, again.

when your eyes meet his after he catches you desperately trying not to stare, he had this cocky light to him. this time he isn’t looking down at you, more like looking through his lashes. it’s entrancing. he makes you want to curl up in a ball and disappear. he makes your stomach twist and heart race.

the producer came in and sat down, delivering the brief of the scene. "okay, so this scene is pretty tame as well, just the costume change makes it more risque. so basically sae is standing in the bathroom and y/n comes up behind him as rests their chin on his shoulder. with how things are going, it should likely be done in one take. break a leg!"

sae stood at the counter, hands on the counter and he leaned down and leered into the mirror at his own reflection. his eyes lidded as he licked his lips and tugged on his bottom one with his teeth.

you took a deep breath and approached him when the clapperboard slammed shut. your steps are soft as you pad against the faux tile, rising to your tippy-toes to hook your chin at the junction of his neck and shoulder. your arms wrap around him and rested atop his hands on the counter. smelling something almost intoxicating you sniffed at his neck, it was a cologne: hints of musk and teak-wood. it was the kind of scent that had your eyes rolling back into your head, which you were able to refrain from, luckily.

your touch lingered as they announced the end of the scene, dragging your fingers lightly against his skin. his eyes caught you as he raised a questioning brow, leaning back against the bathroom counter. your eyes traced every rise and fall of his abs before you turned and left in a flustered huff, not noticing the quirk of his lips in the slightest smirk.

as you snuck away, regretting it immediately, he caught you. slightly off to the side and away from peering eyes, sae itoshi looms over you with that intense stare you figured was just for the cameras. his lips rested against the shell of your ear as he breathed out a whisper. "ten cuidado, cosita hermosa...*"

you can’t help the shiver that runs up your spine as a whine is pulled out from your chest. you desperately hope he hasn’t heard it, but he very clearly did when that smug look came in view. his hands gripped your hips as he said one last thing before departing. "no empieces cosas que no puedas terminar.**" again, he was gone.

you felt your back meet the wall behind you as you covered your mouth, trying to stabilize your racing heart. you have not a single clue what he said, but you just couldn't help but feel the effects of its trance regardless.

it took a long time for you to drag yourself back to hair and makeup, they had to powder your entire face pretty much. your now ruffled hair took a little fixing due to that…moment. luckily, you didn't need a costume change. all costumes did was spray something, likely the perfume you're advertising, onto the insides of your wrists and neck.

you spaced out during the producers instructions, leaning against the counter-top. your attention being forced back onto the shoot when all of the sudden sae is caging you against the counter. one hand pinned yours atop the porcelain where it had rested, the other gripping your wrist and brought it to his face, where he pressed a searing kiss to it.

he sniffed at it and a cheshire grin split his face, "y'know this one's my favorite baby. makes me want you..." he groans the ending, leaning closer and pressing his lips to your neck. you couldn't remember if this was a scripted line or not, but you couldn't bring yourself to care; you'd savor it the same either way.

you lean your head back and rest your unrestrained hand on the back of his head, fingers threading in light mahogany tresses. he kisses up the column of your neck, nose digging against the exact places where the stylists had sprayed the perfume. you can’t help the whimper that slips from your lips at the subtle nips he makes at your skin. they're light enough not to turn red and leave marks that makeup would have to cover, but you can feel them. you can feel every drag of his tongue and every mold of his lips against your searing skin.

his head lifted from his torturous kisses as his eyes bore into yours, you feel so small under his gaze, like you were pressed under his thumb. he leans in and your eyes squeeze shut as his lips ghost over yours. your grip on his hair tightens as your back arched to press your chest against his.

everything just felt so real.

maybe that's why the producer yelled another enthusiastic "cut!" it you jumping and startled. your eyes met sae's taunting gaze as he pulls away, leaving you limp and boneless against the counter as you reeled from all that.

"wonderful work guys, we're making up for all the time we had lost with sae's... fit—” to which he rolled his eyes, remembering that event and sae’s glaring hues, “keep it up! gosh this is wonderful acting, i really need this kind of stuff from my cast on the film we're shooting tomorrow... next one is the last scene we'll need you two together on set for."

your heart aches a little at that, but at the same time it has you puffing a sigh of relief. you couldn't handle this any longer, he was just so... so? intense, alluring, intoxicating? nothing seemed right, these words were all too mild to encompass what sae itoshi was.

your hands reached up to cup your cheeks, feeling their burning intensity on your palms. you shook your head and mentally give yourself a pep talk before going over to get your final touch-ups and clothing adjustments.

your shirt was pulled down to expose your shoulders, the open buttons drawled down to just above your stomach. hair and make-up left you alone, saying that it would be better for them to be slightly messed up anyways. that made you slightly realize what this scene was going to be showing.

you can’t help but feel hot under the collar, or well; lack of a collar, now. you couldn't look sae in the eyes when you saw the set: a bed with slightly ruffled white sheets. what you were able to notice was that he had lost the belt on his pants, which were now unbuttoned and unzipped. they sag down lower on his hips, revealing the line of muscles that ended when the branded band of his boxers peeked out just below a slight trail of hair on his lower stomach.

you gulp, eyes finding every single thing you could fixate on except sae. the changing lights, the rush yet control of the crew as they all got ready for the camera to roll, the producer talking. oh wait the producer is talking.

"—or this scene, we're going to have both of you on the bed. sae will be on top of y/n, face in their neck. y/n will have their legs slightly around him, and i trust you to know where your hands need to go. oh, and you're going to be looking into a camera above you. you both have been doing so well, i've never had a shoot with two actors who have never met, much less ones who have gone this well. let's finish it up people!"

you sort of just stood there, stunned. you’re pulled over to the bed by sae, who has that slight wolfish grin playing on his lips. he puts his hands on your shoulders, leaning into be closer to your face. to the outside eye, it looked like he was giving a co-star a pep talk, how sweet.

but you knew different, you saw the grin and narrowing of his turquoise eyes, the way his fingers dig into your skin. you knew this was anything but a friendly chat. "wouldn't it be such a shame if they all found out that you weren't acting, that you were really just this desperate for me, hermosa?***" his breath was hot and his voice rasped, it was so addicting, you couldn't help the shudder that wracked up your spine as you dumbly nodded.

sae looks you over, head to toe, one last time before pulling away as his expression returns to neutral. you let out a shaky sigh and sat back on the bed, scooting to be further in the center. you sit there for a moment before laying down.

you can’t help the nervous feeling in your stomach that swirls as sae slowly stalks towards you; he was the predator locking on to his prey. there was a hunger in his eyes that was just too intense.

languidly, he crawls along the bed to you. he stops, hovering over you and looking at you with that same unruly need. he leans ever so closer, close enough to feel his breath fanning over your lips.

his eyes study you, taking in every single reaction you make. you feel his analytical gaze run over every curve and dip of your body, soaking you in and engraving it into his mind. his hands plant themselves on your hips, effectively pinning them to the mattress as he puts some of his weight on them. he slots one of his knees between your own, which you had so pathetically clamped shut.

you lift the leg that wasn't between his up to loosely rest over his lower back, hooking and keeping him there. you brought one of your hands to splay over the wide span of his back, between his shoulder blades. the other was placed at the nape of his neck, fisting and grabbing at the strands of hair that fell a little longer than the rest. his head was pulled down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breath puffing over spots that had you shuddering in place.

"ayyy... mi hermosa es una gran 'actriz', ¿no?****" his words were hot against the side of your neck, feathering over your skin. you couldn't help the twisting and curling of your stomach at his words, which you didn't understand a lick of. it was just the way he rasped and twined every syllable that had you quivering under his voice, under his touch, under him.

you heard the snap of the clapperboard, but it was all muted. everything sounded faint. your senses were too focused on the calculated squeezes that sae gave on the width of your hips, roiling and kneading flesh under deft, lithe fingers. you too were focusing on the open-mouthed kisses he was trailing along the junction of your neck and shoulder, the column of your throat, your jawline. every drag of his lips, every swipe of his tongue, it had you shaking like a leaf in the wind.

the expression you sent to the camera hanging above you was nowhere near acting. it was the kind of raw desire that actors wished they could emanate. you tug at his hair, trying to pull him a little further back; to spare yourself from this torment. he only lets a rumble escape his chest, nipping along your heated skin, which had become slightly sheened from an ever-so-thin layer of sweat.

the way your back arches off the plush mattress, leg that wasn't wound around him kicking pitifully at the sheets, it was downright sinful. it made you feel pathetic, falling so pliably into the hands of a man you haven't even known for three hours. so desperately begging him for more with unspoken mannerisms and looks. it was like public humiliation; the way he had you under his control to the very point of your toes curling against the pure white sheets that crumpled around you.

you stare at yourself in the reflective lens of the camera that stares down at you, forever capturing this moment; before it is broadcasted to millions, if not billions of people. it caught every facet, every single little tick until you had exploded. it caught your widened eyes, which screw themselves shut. it caught your hands gripping and pulling at locks of blush hair. it caught your agape mouth, lips glossy with your own spit; and it caught you sinking your teeth into the pillowy flesh of your bottom lip to silence yourself. it caught every ministration sae subjected you to, and every little receptive reaction you gave him in return.

that red blinking light in it died, but you couldn't bring yourself to tap out. drunk on the feeling you pulled him closer, stretching to hook your chin over his shoulder: burying yourself in his scent, in him.

"...ut! guys, that's cut!" gods, it was so hard to snap yourself back to reality. your eyes flicker over to the producer, who was staring so closely at the two of you. in a hushed whisper you shook sae, telling him to get off of you. to which he answered, "don't care, let 'em watch."

you pushed him up with your palms butting against the front of his shoulders, ignoring the pointed glare he gives you. "well i do, so off." with that, you slipped away from him. you sat against the front of the stage, waiting for feedback. the air of the fans made the spit on your neck from sae's searing kisses feel cold, sending a shiver racking up your spine.

the man stands behind you, shadow looming over and consuming your own. your shoulders rounded as you huddled in on yourself from his all-consuming presence, trying to hide the fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"great work, that'll be all we need you two together for, and all we'll need y/n for. thank you for the great work!" the crew clapped and you felt a smile stretch your cheeks. even if it wasn't all acting, you couldn't help the pride that swelled in your chest at their praise.

you gather up your things, not seeing sae again. bidding farewell to everyone: the producer, the director, and every crew member who worked specifically with you, not hearing a word from sae. as you walk out of the door, you saw a familiar figure leaning against the metal-sheeted wall, sae.

turquoise eyes glanced over at you, not nearly as cold as they were the first time they had. if anything, the hues that cast an ever so dark spell on you and your beating heart. he raises himself from the wall, walking towards your figure. hands in the pockets of a pair of grey sweatpants, a black compression shirt stretching over his broad chest. fuck, what was he doing to you?

his hand tucks a strand of hair away from your face, fingers sliding from where he had left it behind your ear along your jaw. he holds your chin between his fingertips, gentle but steadily raising your head to look up to his eyes. his other hand starts to creep under the hem of your shirt, drawing circles so faint they give you goosebumps along the soft flesh of your tummy.

"what'd ya say we pick up where we left off back at my place, mi hermosa?*****"

* = "be careful, pretty thing..."

** = "don't start things you can't finish."

*** = "...beautiful?"

**** = "ayyy... my beautiful is a great 'actor', no?"

***** = "... my love"

okkotsuus 23

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