HIIIII! I just binge read your date everything fics and I love them! May i ask for yet another Chance fic, where y/n is familiar with g&g and used to play with their friends from time to time - using his dice of course! And... y/n used to kiss the piece for the "lucky shot", doesn't matter if it worked or not. So now, with Skylars help, y/n can speak with him and even play a session or two and it is so much fun! But she is completely oblivious to the fact that he remembers every time y/ns lips touched his dice-y form and each time he silently yearns for her lips to touch him once again... The rest is up to you, lots of love!
I love this prompt so much! Thank you for the request!
With a Taste of Your Lips...
Part 2
synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.
words: 4.7K
includes: chancexfem!reader, ttrpg playing, making out, fondling an object?, cumming untouched kinda, smut
a/n: I might make a part 2 to this one, thoughts? Also, its got smut. No minors!
“You feel yourself growing weaker. The spell the lich cast on you drains your life force. All of your comrades are downed. You are their final hope.” Your GM stares you down, brow raised. “What would you like to do?”
Looking around the table you see all of your friends' faces are grim. All eyes are on you. Taking a look at the battlemap before you, your eyes widened.
“Past the cliff, it’s the Abysmal Pit, correct?” You asked the GM.
“Correct.”
“And anyone who falls in is erased from existence, right?
“Correct.”
“No!” Sam shouted. “I know what you’re thinking. You can’t do it!”
You give her a solemn look, eyes filled with sadness.
“I’m sorry.” You pick up your red D20. “But you can’t stop me. I’m going for a grapple on the lich, then I’m dragging him over the edge with me.”
A chorus of gasps erupts from your party members. Some are getting teary-eyed.
Two years of a campaign filled with adventure, friendship, romance, and tears. This is how it ends. Perhaps it was destined to be.
“Make your roll.” Your GM feels tears prick in their own eyes. Not knowing whether they want you to succeed on this or not.
As is tradition on major rolls, you bring your trusty die to your lips. Pecking it softly, you pray that this works.
“Lucky shot,” you hear Sam say under their breath.
Cupping the die in your hands, you give a good shake. Then you release it onto the table. Everyone in the room is holding their breath as it rolls. Finally, it stops. Natural 20.
Normally, the table would erupt with cheers. This time, it wasn’t proper to celebrate.
“Prim,” your GM took in a shaky breath as he spoke your character’s name. Trying to hold back tears. “You muster up the final dregs of strength within you. Pulling yourself up with a groan. Everything hurts, but your mind has been made up. Pushing through it all, you start to run. Taking one final look at your fallen teammates. This is the last time you will see them. Tell me how this ends.” Their voice wavered.
“As I run toward the lich, I let out a final ‘goodbye’. I grab it around the waist, then throw both of us off of the ledge. No matter what it does I keep ahold of it. It’s coming with me.” Your own eyes fill with tears.
“As you fall, the lich tries to get you off of it, but to no avail. For a brief moment you can see a flash of its past humanity. Fear filling its face as it realizes the one thing that it tried to run from has finally arrived. Death in the shape of a half-elf rogue who risked it all to defeat it.”
Chance sighed dreamily, remembering your great sacrifice. Seemed like you frequently played characters that laid their life on the line. No wonder he was absolutely smitten.
While you weren’t able to see his personified form at the moment, he was able to see you. Back hunched over as you typed on Mac. The computer feeling pretty good about themselves as you cranked out your latest self-insert fanfic. What else were you supposed to do when an AI took over your job?
Chance wasn’t able to see what you were writing, but could see Mac occasionally blush and chuckle at the words you were typing onto them.
“Care to share?” He asked the computer.
Mac glanced over at him, then back to one of the screens in front of them.
“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. She’s kind of mortified that I’ve even read this stuff.” Mac turned back to read what you had just typed out, red blooming on their face. “Yeah, no. You don’t need to know about this.”
Chance grumbled to himself. It didn’t feel fair that Mac got to see the sexiest innermost thoughts of yours. Actually, he was kind of jealous of many of your objects. Betty slept with you every night, witnessing the limited sexual exploits of yours. Johnny, he wouldn’t talk about it, too much of a gentleman. But the massage setting on his shower head? He might have alluded to activities you had accomplished with that.
It was frustrating to say the least. Seeing how much better the other beings in the home got to know you intimately. All Chance wanted was a taste of that knowledge.
He hoped you’d put your Dateviators back on again. Now that you had been able to see him, all he wanted was your attention. It didn’t help that you enthusiastically offered to play G&G with him. Only feeding into the ever-growing obsession with you.
It didn’t start when you put those glasses on, no. It started when you came up with that damned tradition. Kissing the 20 side of his die body. You didn’t know, couldn’t know, really. But he felt it, every single time. It was special, something you only did when making a major roll. And you always picked him. Your “lucky shot” for your “lucky die”.
The thing was, you hadn’t ended that tradition. When you began playing with Chance, you continued to make your lucky shots. Not realizing that although the personified version was sitting in front of you, Chance was still very much connected to the object he was. He would have you roll on something difficult, and as if it were instinct, you pressed your soft lips right on the20 side. Thankfully, Chance had been able to maintain his composure as you watched the die roll. However, it was beginning to become too much.
Each press of your lips to the die had him falling for you harder and harder.
With a sigh, you pushed away from your computer. Eyeing the die beside you with a smirk. Tapping on the desk, your gaze flitted over to your glasses. It had been a few hours since you had them on, couldn’t hurt to say hi to your office. And there might have been a specific object that held your affections.
“You know. I can feel you looking at me, right?” You teased the die before putting on the Dateviators.
Chance’s face was ruddy when you looked at him, caught red handed. Rubbing his neck sheepishly, he gave you an apologetic look.
“What can I say? You’re nice to look at.”
Now it was your turn to blush. The damned man always seemed to fluster you in such innocuous ways. Somehow always polite with his flirting.
There were times he could be fairly forward, but he never pushed. It was sweet.
Thinking about it, you could go for something sweet now. But nothing that was consumable.
“Do you have a session prepped?” You asked.
Immediately, he perked up. A bright smile on his face complimented by an enthused flush.
“Of course! Ever since you’ve come along, I’m like ten sessions ahead!” He leaned toward you, bouncing on his toes.
“I’m glad that you’ve been so inspired. I love your stories.” You gave him a soft smile.
His eyes widen, practically sparkling at your words.
“Y-you love my stories?” He held his hand to his heart, feeling the muscle pump faster at your compliment.
“Why do you think I want to play with you so often?” You pulled his die over with a finger, rolling it around. “I have a lot of fun with you.”
“We could have more fun.” He raised a brow suggestively, looking over his glasses at you.
Red in the face, you waved him off with a giggle.
“Do you have time to play now?”
“I always have time for you.”
You were sure you heard Timothy scoff somewhere in the distance. That was no matter though, for now you had the full attention of your favorite die.
“Shall we play, then?”
Chance nodded enthusiastically, then proceeded to get his GM station set up. When his screen and notes were all in place, he gave an approved nod. Looking up, he beamed at you again. Feeling his heart squeeze at the content smile on your face as you sat on the other end of the table from him. Oh how he wished to always keep you happy. He would play forever with you just to make sure that smile never fell from your lips.
“Alright, where did we leave off?” He glanced over his notes.
“I managed to talk myself out of being eaten by a giant.” You had your own notes pulled out.
Chance felt his heart swell again. You took notes! Oh, you truly were the perfect player.
“That’s right! My charismatic girl!” He chuckled as your face grew red.
He was glad that he managed to make you as flustered as you made him. Equal opportunity flirting to make the other squirm. Again, perfect.
“You’ve gotten away from the giant, but you still have yet to find the gilded egg laying hen.”
“Thankfully, you have quite the wise girl as well!” You let out a satisfied huff. “Can I make a perception check to see where the chicken is?”
“You may.” He motioned for you to continue.
Shaking the die in your hands you urged it to roll well.
“C’mon D20, show me what you’re made of!”
You released the die, it clattered into your dice tray. After a moment of circling, it landed on a 16.
“Nice! And that’s a plus four to my perception!”
“Wonderful!” He cleared his throat, continuing his tale. “As you look around the foyer of the giant’s castle, you aren’t finding any indications of where a hen might be roosting. However, after a moment of hearing silence, there’s a new sound filtering down the hallway to the north.”
“What’s the sound?” You ask with a knowing smirk.
“It’s soft harp music, almost dreamlike.”
After your previous character died valiantly saving a village from a dragon, Chance asked if you would mind experimenting with a fairytale themed game. Of course, you agreed, excited to see what he would come up with. While some of the quests you have been on so far were a bit predictable, he had many twists and turns added in.
Like Cinderella’s slipper turning out to be a baby mimic. When you had managed to aid the prince in finding his lost love, the mimic revealed itself, chomping down on her foot. However, she didn’t scream. It turned out, Cinderella’s ballgown had already consumed her and was using her head and limbs to blend in. The fairy godmother revealed herself as a demon looking to collect on the souls of the kingdom. All she needed was the prince to disappear so she could take his place.
It was a lovely twist that ended with a fairly hard battle. Thankfully the prince that accompanied you turned out to be part of the bloodline of very powerful sorcerers, so he was able to aid in the defeat of the fairy godmother.
The prince tried asking for your hand in marriage, but you had other adventures to go on. Instead, you left with a hefty amount of gold. A token of appreciation for saving the kingdom. The engagement ring hidden amongst the coins didn’t go unnoticed, Chance giving you a cheeky wink when he mentioned it.
You had noticed the man had been throwing romance options at you throughout each of the fairy tales. Many of them were love stories, sure, but it seemed like he really wanted you to get with someone. Little Red Riding Hood, growing smitten with you after you saved her from the belly of a wolf. A huntsman asking for your hand after you aided him in saving the kingdom from a corrupt king. Snow White practically begged you to marry her after you turned out to be her “true love's kiss”. He was laying it on pretty thick, so to speak.
Truthfully, the reason why you never accepted was because you wanted Chance to stop hiding his affections behind characters in your game. The two of you had constant flirty banter, but it felt like he could only speak through innuendo when hinting at wanting anything more. While it was endearing, it was starting to become tiring.
Though admittedly, you were a coward too. It would be hypocritical to judge the man considering you couldn’t muster up the courage to do anything either. Instead, you sat in a flirtatious purgatory. Something that could be viewed as a comfortable platonic relationship, but in reality had very, very heavy overtones of desire.
Neither you or Chance could be subtle. There were times where you could feel the hunger in his eyes as he ran your game. Usually when you did something quite clever.
That time when you answered his Latin riddle? The man was very glad he had baggy pants on.
Then there was you. Easily bending to his dominating whims when he was GMing. Something about him having that kind of authority over you often had you clenching your thighs and squirming in your chair. And don’t even get started on the villain monologues. He pulled one of those out, you left the gaming table with your panties soaked. Giving Betty quite the show when you couldn’t get to sleep.
Back to your current game, Chance asked for your next move.
“I follow the sound of the harp.”
“You feel almost entranced at the music. Your steps pulling you to the north hallway. After about an hour of walking (remember, this is a GIANT’S castle) you made it to the room the music was coming from. Peering inside, you see a giant sitting on a bed. She appears to be much shorter than the one you first encountered, but still clearly a giant. You can tell she is related to the other giant, both sporting the same nose shape. The giant girl is playing the harp, her fingers delicately plucking at the strings. You look across from her and see what you’ve been looking for. A hen nestled in a nest of straw. Its body swaying side to side with the music. Below it you see a peek of gold. What would you like to do?”
“I’m not going to try and hide.”
Chance looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your blatant move.
“I handled the other giant with my words, I can easily do the same again.”
Oh, he loved your confidence. Your willingness to dive in despite the consequences. He just hoped that it wouldn’t end with your bones ground up to make bread. Quite the horrific way to depart this mortal realm.
“If you say so. You stride inside with confidence. Hyping yourself up from your previous encounter with a giant.” He rolled a die, giving a grimace. “The giant girl doesn’t appear to see you. She’s looking right at the hen, swaying side to side as she continues to play the harp.”
“I try to catch her attention by clearing my throat loudly.”
“You clear your throat, and she stops playing. A sour look grows on her face as she looks for the source of the sound. Looking down, she finally spots you. Crossing her arms, she gives you a pout.”
“You know, it’s quite rude to interrupt a performance.” Chance put on the voice of a little girl, making you chuckle. “What’s so funny?”
“Chance, you know that wasn’t in-game.” You gave him a stern look.
“I know, I’m just messin. Anyways… she looks at you, waiting for you to respond.”
“I apologize, your music is lovely.”
“Then why did you interrupt me?”
“Well, I have some important matters to discuss.”
“Important matters? What’s important is that Bailey gets her proper rest.” Chance returns to his normal voice. “You follow her gaze to the hen in the nest.”
“Is Bailey your hen?”
“Obviously!” The character voice returned. “And she won’t lay eggs unless I play for her.”
“I see.” You ponder on that information for a moment, then ask. “Is the harp huge?”
“It’s giant, so is the hen.”
“Didn’t the asshole who hired me say he had been here before? Why send me up if there’s no way to bring the items down?” You huffed in frustration at the quest-giver.
“Who said there wasn’t a way to bring them down?” He clicked his tongue at you, admonishingly.
“Hmmm. I think I'll talk to the girl some more.” He motioned for you to continue. “I’m sure Bailey loves your music.”
“She does, she always lays an egg when I play! My daddy says I’m gettin just as good as my mama!” Chance goes back to narrating. “After she says that she goes quiet. Her eyes widening as if she’s just realized you were here. There’s a darkness in them that surprises you for a girl so young.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this.” You bit your lip nervously.
“You’re a human. Humans aren’t allowed here!”
“Um, you’re dad let me go. At least I think it was your dad.” You give Chance a nervous glance.
“Roll on persuasion.”
Shaking the dice, you let it drop. Watching in fear as it lands on a three. Chance’s gaze grows dark.
“You only think you know? How can I know if you’re telling the truth?” Chance narrates again. “The giant girl stands up, towering high over you. A glare on her face as her eyes narrow. But you spot something odd, her eyes are watering.” The little girl voice is put back on. “All humans lie! I bet you’re no different!”
“I decide to stay quiet, letting her speak.” You say to Chance. Again, he’s surprised at your action.
“Your people killed my mom!” He switches back to normal. “You now see tears falling from her eyes. She’s going to reach for you.” He rolls a die, eyeing you expectantly. “Would you like to do anything to stop it?”
“No. I let her.”
“A large hand grabs you with a crushing squeeze. You feel the air forced out of your body by the strong grip of her hand. She lifts you to her head.” He clears his throat, going back to the girl voice. “I should just eat you, show you how it feels.” He gives you another expectant look. “Are you going to try and do anything?”
“Nope. I’m gonna close my eyes and accept my fate.”
Impressed, Chance sits back with his arms crossed. Pondering on what to do next. While you had managed to talk your way out of the last giant encounter, he thought you would at least try to fight your way out of this one. The giant child’s stat block was something that you could manage on your own.
“Okay. I want you to roll persuasion, and I’ll be nice and give you advantage for what you’ve managed to do so far.”
Pumping your fist in the air, you reached for the die. This time, you brought the D20 to your lips, giving it a light peck. This was a roll that was gonna need it.
“C’mon lucky shot, don’t let me down now.”
The first roll landed on a 6. Again, you brought the die to your lips. The kiss to the dice slightly lingering, just for good luck. You shook it in your hand and released, crossing your fingers for a good roll. Slowly, it spun to land on a 20.
“Nat 20 babee! Let’s gooooo!” You stood up and cheered, your character saved.
Chance remained seated, face beet red. His breathing had become labored. For some reason, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Maybe it was the fact that you had kissed the die in succession. Something he could feel burning through his body.
Coming down from your high, you realized Chance hadn’t continued. Turning, you gave him a concerned look. Walking over, you eyed the state he was in. Face still extremely flushed.
“Are you okay?” You leaned toward him, trying to figure out what was wrong.
“I-I’m fine. We can continue!” He rubbed his neck nervously.
“Are you sure? Your face is really red.”
“What did you expect after kissing me like that!” He clamped his hands over his mouth, face turning another shade darker.
“What? I didn’t kiss…” You looked over to the die, feeling a heat crawl up your neck. “C-can you feel that?”
Hands still over his mouth, he nodded. You realized you had been performing your luck ritual the entire time you had been playing with Chance. He could feel it. Every. Single. Time.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You felt terrible, doing that to him without asking.
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He said softly.
“But then I kept making you uncomfortable! Kissing you without your consent, ugh. I’m so sorry, Chance.” You gave him a sad look that pierced his heart. That wasn’t what he meant at all!
“I never said I was uncomfortable.” He composed himself somewhat.
“Huh?”
“I might have liked it…” He trailed quietly.
“What was that?” You couldn’t make out what he said.
“I like it!” He blurted. “I really like it when you kiss me.” His face grew red again as he waited for your response.
“Y-you do?”
He nodded sheepishly.
“Yeah. It feels… nice. Really nice.” He bit his lip nervously. “You’re always so soft and sweet.”
“Oh.” Your face was burning.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” He gave you an apologetic look.
“Chance…” This time you were nervous.
“Yes?”
You leaned down toward his face. Arms planted on the headrest of his chair.
“Can I actually kiss you?”
“I-I mean technically you are ‘actually’ kissing me…” He stuttered out, eyes flitting between your eyes and lips.
You gave him an unamused pout.
“You know what I mean. How’s about this? Can I give you a reciprocated kiss? One that you also participate in?”
“Yes. Please.”
With that, you pressed your lips to his. Chance froze up at first, eyes wide at the fact that this was happening. Leaning into the kiss, his eyes fluttered shut. You let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against yours. Soft and plush, perfectly meldable with your own.
With your tongue, you teased at his bottom lip. Gladly, he slightly opened his mouth for your tongues to intertwine. A low groan left him as he tasted you. So fucking perfect.
The man pushed the chair away from the table, letting you sink onto his lap. Your hand trailed up his neck, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He moaned against you at the action. His own hands trailed over your body, mapping out your slopes and curves. Ultimately they landed on your ass, giving it a quick squeeze. You giggled against his lips, pulling away to get a good look at him.
Face still flushed with kiss bitten lips and blown out pupils. He stared up at you like you were a goddess that was granting him a blessing. That was sure how this encounter was feeling. Something that he had only dreamed of.
“You’re so handsome.” You pressed kisses against his jaw and down his throat, making him shiver.
“And you’re beautiful. So perfect.” He pressed a kiss to your lips.
Leaning your forehead against his, you smiled. Then an idea came to you. Biting your lip, you wondered if the man beneath you would oblige to your whims.
“Chance…”
“Hmm?”
“When I kiss your die, where do you feel it?”
“Oh, um, I guess on my face? Like a whisper against my cheeks and the corner of my lips.” He let out an awkward chuckle.
You shifted off of him to grab the die, then returned to his lap. Holding the die in front of you, you looked over the numbers.
“So what would happen if I kissed the other numbers?” You asked, gaze hungry.
Oh, oh, this was hot. So fucking hot. Chance thought just kissing you was a dream come true. You wanting more from him? That was merely a fantasy.
“I suppose I would feel you kissing me on other parts of my body.” He answered. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen. You only ever kissed the 20.
“So if I kiss the one.” You brought the dice to your lips, pecking the side.
Chance giggled at the feeling. Right on the bottom of his foot.
“I take it that was your foot?”
He nodded, excited to see where this was going. Already feeling himself growing semi-hard in his pants as he watched you in anticipation.
You pressed a kiss to the five, eyeing Chance’s response. He twitched under you with a whimper.
“Where was that?”
“My left thigh.”
Okay, so if five was the left thigh then… you pressed a kiss to the six.
“R-right thigh.” He groaned out. Having your lips on him like this was something else.
It was probably a good thing you never kissed the other numbers. He was sure you would make him cum from just kissing him alone.
“So if six is your other thigh then that must mean seven or eight is likely your-”
“What if we avoided that area?” He cut you off, a nervous sheen of sweat on his forehead.
“Why’s that?” You leaned in, giving him a deep kiss.
“I-I just…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Chance, would me kissing the dice equivalent of your crotch make you cum?” Wow, just right out with it.
“Y-yeah, yeah. It would. I’m gonna be honest. With the way that you’re already going at it, I’d probably cum just from you kissing me.”
“Really?” You sat upright, eyes sparkling.
He nodded, blushing furiously.
“Could we try it?” You bit your lip.
The thought of having the man fall apart just from you kissing him had you riled up. You could feel yourself growing wetter at the thought. Seeing him squirm from your kisses before coming undone. Oh, that was very appealing.
“You want to?” He was surprised.
“Yeah, I do. Only if you want to.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.” He wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Your tongues tangled with each other as you moaned.
Pulling away, you brought the dice back up to your face. Eyeing the numbers, you decided to go for the 19. You gave it a slow kiss, watching Chance as he shivered and moaned. The feeling reached a sweet spot on his neck that had him keening. He was pretty sure he was addicted to your lips now.
You continued to press kisses to various numbers. Loving every whimper and moan you managed to get out of the man. Occasionally you would lean back in to give him a proper kiss on the lips, only to return to tease him with the die.
Chance could tell you were avoiding the seven and eight. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“P-please.” He groaned through gritted teeth as he felt your lips on his chest. “I need you…”
“Need me to what?” You teased with a smirk.
“Kiss the seven and eight. Please.” He begged, squirming beneath you.
“Hmm. Good boy.” Oh fuck. That had his dick throbbing.
Slowly, you brought the die to your lips. You pecked all over it, then finally pressed a kiss to the seven. Chance cried out at the feeling. Your lips right where he needed them. Feeling them press against his throbbing length. He was sure the next one would be the last he needed. You gave another slow kiss to the eight. It was his undoing. Cock twitching in his pants, releasing a sticky load into his boxers. His hands gripped at your hips as he rutted against the feeling of your lips.
“Oh f-fuck.” He stuttered out.
You pressed your lips to his, then kissed all over his face. The man melting into your affection.
“How was that?” You asked softly.
“Amazing. Perfect. Wonderful. Perfect. Did I mention perfect?” He chuckled.
“I’m glad I could give you that.” You picked up the die again, giving it a peck on the 20.
“Guess I’ll be keeping my lucky shot tradition for our other games.” You gave him a sweet smile.
“Oh sweetheart,” Chance pulled you back to him, “did you think playtime was over?”
synop: On a mission to find a cursed item, you feel a terrifyingly powerful presence that has your cursed technique going wild. The cause of the energy appears to be a man you presumed to be dead, Yuji Itadori. Over the next few months, you find yourself running into him. Each encounter has you growing closer and closer, making you question what your draw towards him is all about...
a/n: Finally dipping my toes into jjk fics cause I love the series and Modulo Yuji has stolen my heart atm.
Reader's Cursed Technique: Ninetails Cursed Technique
The user gains the senses of a fox as well as nine tails that can morph together and split apart. They can sharpen into points, turn into blades or bludgeoning objects, and can be used to restrain. The fox spirit's senses can detect cursed energy through sound and smell, making it easier to track down cursed spirits.
Just ignore it, just ignore it… You shivered at the sensation as you jogged onward. Your ears and nose picked up on the sound and scent of a MASSIVE amount of cursed energy. By now, it had been following you for around fifteen minutes. It wasn’t the original curse that you were currently after. Just a few blocks ahead, you could tell it was lower grade. Easy pickings for you. However, you didn’t know how you would fare when you had something coming from behind that rivaled special grades that you had encountered before.
It made you curious though… Why hasn’t it attacked me yet? There was no way it hadn’t picked up on your cursed energy. If anything, that was the reason why it was following you. Considering your current mission, you couldn’t very well suppress yourself. The only way to keep your senses keen was to utilize your technique. Fuck… You were certainly stuck between a rock and a hard place. If you try to hide, you would lose the signal for the lower grade curse. If you kept going, you would only continue to amplify your energy. Especially when you were going to slay the curse in order to retrieve a long-lost item.
Grimacing, your ears pulled back in annoyance. Your tails shifted rapidly as you thought carefully about your next moves. Whatever was following you was hot on your tail, though it didn’t appear to be running. Just keeping a close enough distance to pick up on your energy. A few meters away in an abandoned building sat the curse you were looking for. You were an exemplary sorcerer, you couldn’t give up now. There was no way your supervisors were going to let “I was being chased by a REALLY big and scary curse! You have to believe me!” be a plausible excuse for failure of a task so small. Especially when you had no way of obtaining proof without getting injured.
Just keep moving forward. It hasn’t attacked… yet. You let out a sigh, ears perking back up to register your target’s accurate location. A scent trail was strong, indicating you were right on the mark. Continuing your jog, you focused on getting this task done as quickly as possible. Sure, running away was a bit cowardly, but you did not believe for a second you could handle this immense cursed energy on your own.
Reaching the building, you read the weather beaten signage above a rusty garage door. Old Yeller Cannery, an old factory that canned dog food. From your time back home, you recalled the origins of the title. A smaller version of yourself ended up bawling their eyes out at the dog's tragic end. Considering your family’s cursed energy derived from canid spirits, it wasn’t a particularly enjoyable story. Shaking your head, you pushed forward.
With your cursed energy, your tails lifted up the rusty garage with ease, though not with silence. A loud creaking sound rang out through the empty alleyways surrounding you. Sucking in a breath, you waited for any movement. Ears twitching side to side, you hoped that you hadn’t made your situation worse. Thankfully, the energy that was following you had appeared to stop a ways away. Good. Now, stay there.
Walking inside, you passed through a loading dock filled with decaying cardboard boxes. Inside were old rusted cans of dog food, long past their expiration dates. Through a broken door, you headed into the factory. Machinery was frozen in time. More cans of dog food were scattered along the floor, all of them opened and eaten by animals. Empty cans sat on conveyer belts, never reaching a point to be filled. Dust covered all of the pieces. Passing through, you wondered what had occurred to suddenly stop production. Immediately answering your question was the squelching sound that caught your attention.
Across the room, you saw a large black mark on the wall above a cracked rectangular opening. On the ground were two broken doors. Knobs on the side of the wall indicated it had been an oven. Looking around, you noticed there were scorch marks surrounding the area. An old fire extinguisher was on the ground, dropped in a haste with the labels scorched off. The squelching sound rang through the factory again, the source came from within the oven. It was there; you could see the outline of its cursed energy through your heightened senses. The curse reeked, a mix of mildew and what you assumed to be old dog food.
Steeling yourself, you pressed onward. The curse in front of you wasn’t the concern. After your investigation, you realized you had stopped tracking the other curse. Right now, it was above you. Likely hanging somewhere on the upper floors of the factory. Or, it was on one of the many pipes strung about the facility. You were too scared to look up, tails puffed up and twitching at the overwhelming energy radiating from the being. Still, it hadn’t attacked yet. You weren’t going to wait around to see if it did.
Reaching the entrance of the oven, the disgusting scent of the curse had your face contorting. It was about ten feet away, easy enough to catch. Reflexively, your tails shot out, piercing the curse. Easily, you pulled it towards you. When it was a few feet away, you realized, it was not as injured as you expected. Pulling back, you managed to dodge as it lunged for you.
The being was a mushy amalgamation of dogs, rats, and human faces. The grotesque features pulsed and quivered along the body. On the front of the curse was a protruding snout that was sniffing the air as it growled. Purple liquid oozed from the wounds you had pierced into it. From within its body, you could feel the cursed energy of the item you were looking for. Just end it! You screamed at yourself as you felt the other cursed energy above you suddenly dart nearby.
Raising your tails, you formed two into a sharp blade. Quickly, you sliced at the head. It fell off with a splat, becoming a mush of dog food. However, you hadn’t managed to kill it.
“What the hell?” You exclaimed to yourself, your voice echoing around the room.
The now headless curse turned to face you, rearing up to lunge. Splitting your tails, you fanned them together into flat blades, similar to butcher’s knives. Jumping up, you arced your tails, then slammed them down into the curse’s body. They hit the ground with a thud before you pushed the pieces apart. It seemed to do the trick, though the curse appeared to be moving. It was likely the cursed object that allowed it to remain alive. One of your tails reached for the orb-like object inside one of the halves, snatching it up. As soon as the item was removed, the remaining parts crumbled into the dogfood mush.
Sighing, you took the orb into your hand. With one of your tails you wiped off the food, then shook off the remains from your other tails. Looking at the object curiously, you wondered what it was. A decent amount of cursed energy radiated off of it, but you weren’t told the exact details of the item. It was a translucent orb, perfectly spherical. Inside appeared to be a brown liquid. As you pondered on the item’s purpose, you suddenly felt a cursed presence behind you.
Immediately, your ears and tails shot up, fur puffing with fear. With shallow breaths, you found yourself unconsciously turning to face whatever the being was. There was no escape now, only time to fight. Teeth bared, an instinctual growl reverberated from your throat. An attempt to become scarier than the thing you were about to face. When your body had fully turned, you were surprised.
In front of you was a person. Their face was covered by the hood of a white jacket. The only feature you could make out was the scar at the corner of their lips. Lips that were smirking at you. Though, it didn’t seem like a menacing expression. More like… impressed.
“You’re a fast thinker.” Their voice was low, masculine.
While it didn’t seem like they planned to attack you, your fox instincts weren’t letting you take any risks. Teeth still bared, you spat out your words. “I have to be. In case I come across–”
“Cursed energy like mine?” He let out an amused huff, making you twitch your tails in irritation.
“Yes.” You said lowly, trying to push past your instincts.
Taking in a deep breath, you somewhat managed to calm your racing heart. Your tails slightly drooped, but were ready to strike. The cursed energy still frightened you, but you managed to ease your concern.
“Your technique. It reminds me of someone.” The person began to walk around you, inspecting you. From under the hood you briefly caught the flash of their eyes. You felt as they looked over your tails as they whipped around. “An old mentor of mine.”
“That’s impossible. The last person from my family to teach Jujutsu in Japan was my grandmother.” There was no way this guy was over the age of thirty.
“So you are a Canis?” They said your last name, making your tails shoot up again.
“H-how do you know that?” Your teeth bared, your body now prepped to strike.
The person stopped in front you, shrugging casually. “Cause your grandmother was the one who taught me.” They reached for the hood and pulled it back, revealing their face.
Immediately, your tails fell and your ears pressed back as you stared at the person before you with wide eyes. Though he was somewhat older, you recognized his face from photos your grandmother had shown you. The pink hair alone was unmistakable. “Itadori…?”
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “That’s the name… don’t wear it out. Heh.” He shuffled slightly.
“I didn’t– That’s not– How?” Your voice was strained.
“It’s no secret I’m not an ordinary sorcerer.”
“I’m aware. But I never heard anything about you, I assumed you were–”
“Dead?” He finished for you.
You nodded solemnly.
“Some know I’m alive, others don’t. I don’t really care all too much about it.” He tried to appear nonchalant, but there was an edge to his voice.
This felt too casual for such a big reveal. There had to be something more to this. Suddenly, you realized you needed to ask him something. “Why were you following me?”
He perked up at your question, a boyish grin on his face. “I picked up on your energy. When I saw you, I recognized your technique.” He shrugged. “Guess curiosity got the better of me.”
“That’s it?” You didn’t know why you felt somewhat disappointed.
“Did you want me to have a different reason?” He raised his brows, looking quite curious.
“W-well…” You looked away, sheepishly as your ego felt somewhat bruised.
“I just wanted to see why another Canis showed up here, and what you were doing. That’s all.” He stepped closer toward you. “I think you’re pretty cool.” It wasn’t an expected compliment, especially not from someone like him.
“Cool?” That seemed like an odd choice of words.
“Like I said, you’re a fast thinker. I don’t believe I would’ve found the solution to your predicament quite as fast when I was your age.”
Wait a minute… It now dawned on you that the man before you was the embodiment of “looks can be deceiving.” He appeared in his twenties, but was actually decades older than that. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. He looked so young, not a single wrinkle on that face. Behind those eyes, however, you could see the burden of time.
“There it is.” He let out a soft sigh. “It takes a bit for the realization to hit. I’m not exactly the picture of senile.”
“You don’t behave like it either.”
“At least I have the cynicism of an old man.” He chuckled, watching for your reaction.
“How so?” At this point, you found yourself to be increasingly curious.
“Mmm.” He tapped his chin, pondering on your question. “I think I’ll save that for another time.”
“Huh?” You cocked your head to the side, ears flopping along with it.
At the sight, a wide grin split on his face. He laughed, his eyes scrunching shut in a way that had your heart stuttering for a moment. Again, he looked so young. When he came down to chuckling, he ran his hand through his hair with a content sigh. “That’s something I never thought I’d see again.”
“What?”
“Your grandmother used to do that all the time.” He demonstrated cocking his head. “Gojo always made fun of her for it. I always thought it was pretty cute. Guess it runs in the family.”
“Right.” You felt your throat tighten at the mention of your grandmother again.
“Well, I’ll see you soon.” He turned, waving his hand at you.
Lunging forward, you grabbed his arm. He stopped, eyeing you over his shoulder. Realizing your abrupt action, you let go and shot your arms up. “S-sorry! I just… What do you mean?”
“Hmm?”
“When you say you’ll see me again, what do you mean?”
“It means I plan on seeing you again.”
“But you don’t even know my name.” Why did you care? When this began you were petrified by the man. Now, you were suddenly excited by his prospective attention?
“You’re right, sorry.” He turned back, offering a hand to you. “I’m Yuji Itadori, and you are?”
You grabbed his hand, feeling a spark jolt through you. Shaking it, you gave him your name.
“Nice to meet you.” He said your name back, making heat flare to your cheeks. “I’ll see you soon.” With that, he took off, leaving you alone in the cannery.
It was two weeks later that you encountered the man again. Finding yourself sprinting through back alleys as you tried to catch up to a rampaging cursed spirit. The damn thing caught you off guard, managing to get a jab into your right arm. A searing pain along with gushing blood had made it impossible to move. With how quickly you were moving, you didn’t have much time to focus on using your reverse curse technique. Instead, you were hoping your tails would be enough. Looking up, you realized that was exactly what you needed. Electrical wires strung about would aid you in catching up to the curse. Extending your tails, you looped around one of the wires, then swung yourself forward. It reminded you of a superhero that you couldn’t quite put a name to. Someone that you had watched an older movie from. Remembering the specifics didn’t matter at the moment, not when you were gaining up on the curse. One final swing had you landing right in front of it. Tails sharpened to points, you stood up to face the beast. Quickly, you began to repeatedly stab and slash into it. Swinging your body around hurt, but it was the best way to finish this job quickly. Finally, the curse slumped over and crumbled away.
Catching your breath, you were reminded of the wound in your arm. The pain shot through your body as your adrenaline faded away. Looking at the damage, you felt your stomach sink. It had been a long time since you had received such a severe wound. Bile crept up your throat as you took in the sight of exposed bone. Before you could slump over and throw up, you felt someone grab ahold of you. Warm hands grasped at your stomach and back, pulsating energy through your body. Nausea dissipated as you watched the muscles reconnect and the skin heal over your arm. When it was fully sealed, the hands gently released you.
Turning around, you were met with a familiar face. As soon as you realized who it was, your fox spirit immediately went on guard. Tails shooting up and hardening to points as a growl rippled past your snarling lips. Realizing you were safe, you took a long deep breath. As your heart rate dropped, so did your tails.
“Sorry.” You let out a tired sigh. “You’re cursed energy is pretty intimidating.” You rubbed your now healed arm, running your fingers over the fresh skin. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” Yuji said as his eyes trailed over you. “That was a nasty wound.”
“You didn’t have to do that though.” You dropped your hand. “I have reverse cursed technique too.”
“I know. But it looked like you were about to chuck your lunch before you could get to it.” He chuckled as your cheeks bloomed red.
“I might be a bit squeamish. It’s not a particularly enjoyable sight when you can see your bones.”
“Fair enough.” Yuji moved closer to you, his proximity made you look up at him. “So I still frighten you?” He eyed your tails that were twitching due to his approach.
“I’ve met you one time. It takes a bit before the Ninetails Curse gets used to energy like yours.” You mumbled sheepishly, hating how much power your curse’s instincts had over you.
“Aren’t foxes supposed to be predators? What do you have to be afraid of?” Yuji had gotten even closer to you, now even more curious.
“Did my grandmother never explain her technique to you?” You quirked a questioning brow at him.
“No, not to me. At least not directly.” Yuji recalled being trapped in his own body. “But she revealed her hand to Sukuna.”
“Oh.” You didn’t need to ask for more.
“Yeah.” Yuji shook it off, smiling softly at you. “Back to my original question though…”
“That foxes are predators?” You asked, glad to move to a different topic.
“Yeah.”
“Foxes are predators, but they aren’t the highest on the food-chain. They have other creatures to be aware of.” You eyed Yuji up and down, shivering at the sheer power he emanated.
“So, you see me as a predator then?” Yuji’s curiosity surprised you, no one had really delved much into what your cursed technique was. At least not like this.
“The Ninetails does, yes.”
“But do you?” He pressed a finger to your sternum, making you realize how close he had actually gotten to you.
Your heart rate sped up at his touch, the finger against your skin shot a searing heat through your body. Wide eyes looked up at the man who now appeared much taller than you had originally perceived. Looking down, you felt heat rush to your cheeks. “I don’t think you’re a predator.”
“Interesting.” Yuji removed his finger, then you felt his hand move up to your cheek. Cupping it softly, he encouraged you to look back up at him. “Can I pet you?”
Jumping back, your tails shot up in defense as your ears sat flat. “Eh?!”
“Sorry!” Yuji raised his hands up to show he wasn’t a threat. “I just thought that might help you not see me as something to fear.” His eyes were filled with regret as he chewed his lip nervously.
“Oh.” Your body relaxed, and you walked up to him. “Do you think that would work?”
“Only one way to know?” He motioned for you to come closer, his hand clenching closed then opening. Indicating he wished to pet you.
Though it felt demeaning, perhaps he could be onto something. After all, the part of you that was concerned about the man was your animalistic side. Maybe treating it as such could aid in you relaxing around him. You stood in front of him, then leaned your head towards him.
“Please don’t tell anyone about this…” You muttered, already picturing what your peers would say if they caught you in this position.
“Your secret is safe with me.” He sounded a bit too enthused about the current scenario.
A warm hand rested on your head, then softly rubbed. Fingers reached behind your ear giving it a soft scritch. The feeling had your ear twitching. Oh. That felt nice, really nice. Without thinking, your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned in toward him. A content rumbling sound reverberated from your chest when he added his other hand to scratch behind your ear.
In front of you, you felt Yuji’s chest jump against your cheek with an amused chuckle. “Are you purring?”
Eyes shooting open, you stepped back from him. Cheeks flaring red, you tried to come up with an excuse. Mouth opening and closing, you realized there were no words to explain outside of what he had realized.
“I-I can’t help it!” You exclaimed.
“It’s okay.” He spoke softly. “I just thought it was cute.”
Cute. He said that before when referring to your other fox-like traits.
“I don’t normally let people do that.” You admitted, making you wonder why you just let a practical stranger do such an intimate act with you.
Yuji didn’t seem surprised though. Like he knew you were going to allow him to do that. Or maybe he was so hopeful that you would, it didn’t phase him when you accepted the request. That was a trait your grandmother had shared with you. Perhaps that was another factor. His shared history with you. A tie to a person you missed dearly. One of the last ties you had.
“Your grandmother would’ve never let me do that.” It was as if he could read your mind. You wondered if he could, there really was no way of knowing what his cursed energy could do.
“She would be pissed if she knew I let you.” You let out an airy laugh.
“Do you regret it?” His eyes scanned your face, trying to get a read on what was going on behind those sharp eyes of yours.
“No.” You said it quickly, surprising yourself. “I don’t know why…” You trailed, wondering what your motivations for doing so were.
“Do you have to?”
“I would like to.” You looked up thoughtfully. “I don’t know you.”
“I don’t know you.”
“You act like you do.” Your gaze returned to his. Connecting with those soft brown eyes, you felt your heart jolt. What is going on with you? You asked yourself.
“Do I?” Yuji cocked his head.
“Yes.”
“Hm.” He straightened himself up. “I’ll see you soon, little fox.”
Once again, he left you. This time, the faint feeling of his fingers ghosted behind your ears.
It was only a few days later that you ran into him once again. Rain was pouring down as you scampered down the streets of Shinjuku. Streetlamps illuminated the water as you splashed through town. Unaware of the weather, you hadn’t prepared for the downpour. Blinking water out of your eyes, you tried to find a place where you could dry off. On the side of the street you spotted a building with a large overhang. Making your way over, you didn’t notice the man already standing beneath it. Once you were out of the rain, you rubbed your face. Beside you, Yuji watched as you shook the water off of yourself. Grabbing the end of your shirt, you tried to ring out as much as you could. It wasn’t very helpful, so you wrapped your arms around yourself to curb the chill now filling your bones.
“Why don’t you use your tails?” Yuji’s voice made you jump.
Suddenly, your ears and tails appeared in response to his presence. “Christ, Itadori! Give a girl some warning next time.”
Yuji didn’t say anything, waiting for you to respond to his question.
“I don’t like to use my cursed energy if I’m out in public unless it’s necessary. I have no idea if an unaware curse user will see me, and I would rather not give someone a heart attack.”
“But you use it all the time in the city.”
“When I’m hidden away in back alleys and abandoned buildings. Not when I’m in the middle of the street.” You motioned to the various pedestrians walking by. A chill ran through you again, making you curl your arms back around your body.
“I see.” He began to unzip his jacket, then placed it over your shoulders.
You looked up at him with surprise, heat rising to your cheeks. “You don’t have to–”
“You’re gonna get a cold.”
“I can heal–”
“Just take the jacket.” He said your name in a commanding tone, face stern.
“Geez. Okay, okay.” You waved him off before slipping your arms into the jacket. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.” He said, before his hand landed on your head.
You didn’t jump away. Instead, you leaned closer to him as your eyes fluttered shut. Rumbling came from your chest once more, making him smile softly. His fingers reached to scratch behind your ears, then slipped to the sensitive insides. The tip of your ears twitched, but the deeper scritches had you practically keening. A small chirp sounded from your throat as Yuji continued.
Behind you, your tails wagged with content. One of his hands left your ears, reaching behind to feel for one of your tails. As soon as his hand touched the fur, your tail snapped into action. With impressive speed, it sharpened to a point and stabbed through the man’s hand, pinning him to the wall. Hands over your mouth, you stared at him with a wide-eyed shock. Quickly, your tail retreated. The tip was bloodied as you had torn a large hole in his palm. The tail shook, whipping blood onto the ground.
“OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry!” You squeaked out, reaching for his hand.
He let you take it, watching your response curiously. As you wrapped your hands around his, you sent reversed cursed energy into it. The tendons and skin pieced back together as you rambled out apology after apology.
“I’m sosososososo sorry! I didn’t know you were going to–, I didn’t realize–, I–” A finger to your lips shushed you.
“It’s okay.” He said softly, then pointedly looked down at his fully healed hand. He hesitated pulling out of your grasp, almost like he wished to stay. Opening and closing it, he looked over your work with an impressed nod. Flipping it back and forth, you saw the wound was closed. “See, no problems.”
“But I-!”
“That was on me.” He patted your head, ruffling your ears. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking.” He let out an awkward chuckle.
“M-my tails are super sensitive…”
“And the Ninetails spirit sees me as a predator.” He let out an amused huff as you nodded at his conclusion. “So, what kind of predator am I?” Leaning back, he slipped his hands into his pockets. Brown eyes looked at you expectantly, putting you on the spot.
“I don’t know? Like what kind of animal would you be?” You cocked your head to the side, confused.
“Sure. What kind of predatory animal am I?”
“This seems a bit childish.” You didn’t really like thinking about the man before you as someone dangerous. Especially since you were actively working to change that natural response of yours.
“Just try to humor me, yeah?” He chuckled as you grumbled with a pout.
“Why do you want to know?”
Pushing off the wall, he walked right up to you. One of his hands lifted up, then he flicked your ear. “If I know what you see me as currently, then maybe I can act differently.”
“Why? What do you get out of this?” Your ear twitched as he lightly flicked it again.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“You like to not answer them.”
He hummed thoughtfully to himself. “I like talking with you.” Reading your mind, he interrupted you before you could ask your next question. “I think you’re interesting.”
“So I amuse you.”
Shrugging, he nodded his head side-to-side. “I guess you could say that.” Leaning down, he was practically nose-to-nose with you. “Is that such a bad thing? I think you probably find me somewhat…” His eyes locked with yours. “Interesting too.”
“And you came to that conclusion because…?”
“Because you haven’t stopped talking to me yet. Even though part of you is terrified of me.” He leaned back, a spark of amusement in his eyes as he took in a light blush dusting your cheeks. “Something’s keeping you from scurrying away every time I come by.”
“You might have…” You chewed on your bottom lip, wondering if you should really be this open with a man you barely knew. “...somewhat piqued my interests.”
“Only somewhat?” He raised a questioning brow.
“Yup. Only somewhat.” You lied, a teasing smile playing on your lips.
“So, what predator am I?”
Eyeing him up and down, you flitted through the options in your brain. While the fox did have predators, there weren’t many. Mountain lions and lynxes tended to be the most common due to their advantage in the winter, but Yuji was no big cat. No, those soft eyes were more… dog-like. Perhaps a hound? No, he didn’t seem like the type that enjoyed being controlled by someone. More like a person that would take charge himself. Ah, yes.
“A wolf.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Process of elimination… and a feeling.” You shrugged, unsure of how to explain your thoughts.
“A feeling…” He murmured, though it felt like he had internally moved on to a different subject.
The rain had lessened, now just a faint drizzle hitting the tin roof of the overhang you were under. Leaning your hand outside, you felt the slow splashes hit your skin and drip down your fingers. Wiping your hand off, you let out a sigh and shrugged off Yuji’s jacket.
“Looks like it’s died down. I gotta get going.” You held out the article toward him, but he waved you off.
“Keep it. You’re still soaked.”
“But–”
“I’ll get it from you another time.” He placed his hand on your head and ruffled your ears, an action you were growing used to. “See you around, little fox.”
“Catch you on the flip-side, lone wolf.” You winked at him. “That’s what you old-folk say, right?”
“I think you’ve aged me a few more decades older than I actually am.” He shook his head with an amused chuckle.
“Meh, close enough, right?” You let out a laugh of your own, feeling your chest tighten as you spotted the way he was looking at you. Before you decided to make a mistake, you took off into the night.
Alone in the rain, Yuji recognized a new stirring within him.
It took a month before he appeared again. A long and disappointing month. The absence made you realize that you had begun to enjoy the short periods of company from him. Though you didn’t allow yourself much time to ponder on it, you did sometimes wonder if there was more to your feelings than just “interest.” When you spoke with Yuji, it felt like… he saw you. Everyone else only saw your potential, what you could be. The perfect protege of your grandmother, master of the Ninetails technique. While Yuji had recognized your lineage, he didn’t expect you to be like her. In fact, he seemed surprised at the similar idiosyncrasies you shared with her. Instead of informing his opinion about you, it looked like the realization only made him a bit nostalgic for the past. The man was a breath of fresh air, to say the least. Keeping him on your mind was becoming a bit of a problem though.
A swift kick to the chest had you slamming down onto the floor. Your tails weren’t fast enough to stop the impact, making you land hard on your ass. Rubbing your back with a groan, you pushed yourself up.
“You’re distracted.” The woman sparring you said, eyeing you up and down with concerned brows.
“Just have some things on my mind…” You readied yourself in a defensive position.
“Some things?” She reared up a kick to the side of your face that you dodged. “Or someone?” Her voice was accusatory.
“Things.” You wanted to leave it at that.
“Right.” She didn’t believe you, but you knew she wouldn’t question you unless it was necessary. Considering you had been managing your missions just fine, there was no need.
From the dojo doorway, a man cleared his throat loudly. Your ears flitted in the direction of the sound, your body following.
“You’ve got a new mission.” He strode up to you with a notice in hand. “A special grade has been stirring up trouble in the Shinjuku red-light district.”
You plucked the paper from his hand, scanning the message. Special grade curse: appears as multiple scantily clad women. Twelve men have disappeared in the last week. That was all that was written in the note.
“Is there anything else?”
“That’s all we have.” He motioned to the paper.
“I see. I’m assuming it has a stronger effect on male sorcerers?”
“We are unaware of its full abilities, but prefer to be cautious.” He waited for you to make a protest, but none came.
“Alright. I’ll head out in a bit.” You waved to your sparring partner, then headed out to get ready.
Through back alleyways, you swung across pipes and powerlines to reach your destination quickly. Yet another abandoned building was waiting for your arrival. This time it was the remains of a love hotel. Hopefully, this curse wouldn’t cause you too much trouble, but you weren’t keeping your hopes up. It was clearly blood thirsty, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be too happy with you destroying it. Multiple women… God, you hoped that meant they were attached to one curse. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you focused on searching for the cursed energy. Swinging through the air, you lifted your nose. Two scent trails appeared. One had become very familiar to you, meaning the other was your true target. Catching the cursed energy, you smiled to yourself. Feeling almost giddy, you let out an amused laugh. I was wondering when you’d show up again.
When you arrived, you were surprised to find that there was nothing left for you to do. Standing alone in the center of the ground floor was Yuji. On the ground around him were the remains of the cursed spirit crumbled into dust. Noticing your arrival, he looked over his shoulder and up at you as you sat on the second floor banister.
“I didn’t take you for one to steal jobs.” You said, a teasing lilt to your voice.
“I need to talk to you.” His voice was serious as he turned to face you directly.
His darker tone had you stiffening, the Ninetails spirit puffing up with fear. An action that the man caught, but he wasn’t surprised. Sucking in a long, deep breath, you eased the lashing of your tails. Hopping down to his level, you walked up to him.
“You’re wearing my jacket.” He looked at the white article on your body.
“I didn’t know when I would run into you.” You shrugged. “So I’ve just been wearing it out when it’s colder just in case.” You took it off, holding it out to him.
“I’m glad you got some good use out of it.” Yuji slipped the jacket on himself, a soft smile on his lips as he felt the residuals of your body warmth on the fabric.
“So you stole my job to talk to me?” You returned to the previous topic.
“I did.”
“About?”
“Why don’t we get something to eat first.” This was odd. Yuji seemed almost… nervous.
“Okay…” You trailed, but decided against prying. He was the one that wanted to talk, after all.
Before exiting the building, you stopped your cursed technique. Yuji watched as your ears and tails receded into you, leaving you in your human form. Though your appearance only slightly changed, it felt like the man was studying you. It made you slightly self-conscious, but you didn’t understand why. Does he not like me in this state? Your eyes widened at your own words. LIKE you? What the hell was that about? Why would you care?
Yuji hadn’t stopped watching you, looking like he was trying to get a read on your thoughts. Questions swirled in his brain as his eyes trailed over you. Nodding to himself, he let out a soft huff. Appearing to be satisfied with what he noticed, he pushed onward and opened the door.
The man led you to a kabob stand down the street. The scent of chicken and shrimp had your stomach audibly growling, making you blush with embarrassment.
“Guess it was a good thing we decided to eat.” You cringed at yourself.
“Get whatever you want. It’s on me.” He nodded at the skewers on the grill.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” You reached for your wallet, but couldn’t find it.
Smirking, Yuji pulled it out of his jacket pocket. “Nice try.” He then pulled out his own wallet, and offered the stand attendant some cash.
You picked out two kabobs, and Yuji grabbed four before he directed you back into the alleyways. Inside, you allowed your cursed energy to flow through you again. Your ears and tails flared back to life. Again, Yuji eyed you during the transformation.
“Let’s head up there.” He pointed to an unattended balcony on a tall building.
Nodding, you used your tails to pull yourself up. Landing on the railing with a thud, you heard the balcony slightly screeched. Just as loudly as you, Yuji hopped into the space. It shook for a moment, making your tails reach for a steadier object to hold onto. Once the vibrating stopped, both of you let out a sigh.
“I’m not the most graceful type.” You laughed at yourself.
“I can’t say I’m any better.” Yuji rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Leaning over the balcony railing, you looked down at the alley below. The small amount of lighting in the area cast a blue glow on the ground, though there wasn’t much to illuminate. Taking one of the kabobs, you ripped off a piece with your sharp canines. A delicious savory flavor hit your tongue, making you audibly moan.Yuji watched as you enthusiastically scarfed down the rest of the kabob. The final swallow had you sighing with content.
“Wow. Those are really good!” You held up your second kabob, ready to tear in for more.
“I’m glad you think so.” He ripped off a piece of meat, then swallowed it with a thick gulp.
“So, you wanted to talk?” You asked before biting off more of your own kabob.
Nodding, Yuji finished chewing. “I do.”
“About?”
He paused, leaning further over the railing as he thought carefully about his next words. Turning to face you, you saw concern furrowing his brows. Those deep brown eyes filled with worry. “What would you do if you lived in a world without curses?”
That was an unexpected question. It had you growing concerned, your throat now dry. The piece of meat you had swallowed struggled to go down. Thumping your chest, you eased it to your stomach.
“I never thought much about it before.” You answered honestly.
Really, you never had any time to think about it. As soon as your technique was revealed, your training began and didn’t end. Day after day and night after night of regiment became your life. All to ensure you would become the proper descendent of the Ninetails technique. No time for rest, and no time for fun. Not when there was a world to keep safe from cursed spirits.
“I think I would find a talent to be passionate about.” You recalled the various things you had been able to explore as a young child. Till you never had the time to try again. “Maybe find out I’m really good at some obscure sport. Become a synchronized swimmer or something.” You giggled, imagining yourself in a frilly one-piece suit topped with a flora swimcap. “Though, that’s just a dream of a time gone by.” You tapped on the metal railing thoughtfully.
“What if it wasn’t?” There was a nervous edge to his voice.
“That’s not possible.” You shook your head. “People are shitty, and shitty creates curses. A lovely cycle that creates non-stop fun for us sorcerers.”
“But if it could be possible?” He seemed like he was almost pleading for you to believe in this impossible future.
“What’s the point in dreaming if it isn’t?” You didn’t want to get your hopes up. “Besides, it would fuck up so many clan members. I couldn’t have that.” You shook your head, thinking of your family. “No, that would be selfish of me.”
“I think it’s okay to be selfish sometimes.” His voice was soft as he placed his hand on top of yours.
The contact had you shivering, but your tails weren't ready to strike. Instead, they began to wag slowly. Afraid of your body’s change in response, you took your hand back. “N-no, it’s not. Not for me anyway. I have people to look out for.”
“You’re the next Canis Clan leader?” He asked, though he already knew the answer.
“I am.” You nodded solemnly at the admittance. One that you tried to avoid thinking about. “My older sister is running the clan till I make my pilgrimage back home. Just like my grandmother, I need my formative training to happen in Japan.”
“Then you’ll head back?”
“Then I head back.” You paused, wondering what this conversation was really about. “Is that all you wanted to ask me?”
“For now, yes.”
You looked at him, feeling as if there was something unsaid hanging in the air. “Itadori… Do you know something I don’t?” A dangerous question, but one you wanted to know the answer to.
“I don’t know.” His voice was sad as he looked off into the distance, breaking your heart.
Perhaps it was empathy, or maybe just instinct, but you found yourself suddenly embracing the man. Your arms wrapped as tightly as they could around his large frame as you pressed your face against his chest. For a moment, he looked down on you with surprise. Gently, he wrapped his own arms around you and pulled you close to him. Together, you embraced on the balcony for what seemed like ages and no time at all. Appreciating this comfort though there was still an uneasy awareness of the unknown. It didn’t seem to matter for now. Not when the two of you were gripping onto each other like life-lines.
Leaning his chin on your head, he mumbled, “Thank you.” Pulling back slightly, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
The tender action had you looking up at him with wide eyes. Your gazes connected then flitted to each other’s lips. One of his hands slid up your torso, then cupped your cheek. His thumb lightly stroked at the skin, slightly catching at the corner of your lips. They slightly parted, the action making Yuji’s tongue dart out to lick his lips nervously.
Heart racing, you watched as he slightly leaned in. Your breath caught in your throat as you questioned your current reality. There was no way this was actually happening, right? As your mind raced, his face closed in on yours.
Yuji stopped himself, lips just barely brushing against yours. Still softly stroking your cheek, he muttered, “Another time, little fox.” Pulling back, he took in the sight of you breathless.
Bright eyes glimmered up at him, though they briefly flashed with disappointment. Shaking yourself out of the stupor, you muttered back. “Guess I’ll catch you on the flip side, lone wolf.” Your face cracked into a teasing smile that had Yuji smirking back.
“I’ll see you around…” His hand pulled away from your face hesitantly. “By the way, you can call me Yuji.” Pulling himself onto the railing, he shot you a wave, and took off into the night.
You were left alone on the balcony, the ghost of his lips still brushing against yours.
Two weeks had passed, and you had just finished dealing with an awfully shit day. You needed something to get your mind off of the piss poor job you had done. A younger sorcerer had accompanied you to stop some lower grade curses. A younger sorcerer that you hadn’t been warned was extremely inexperienced facing curses. As soon as you entered the empty subway system, you were swarmed by a large group of low grade curses. It was easy enough for you, your tails slashed at anything that flew by. However, the kid that had joined you was struggling immensely. Not only had they never fought a curse before, they hadn’t even SEEN one. At the sight of the massive swarm, they had gone into freeze mode. Unable to move, they were quickly taken over. Thankfully, you managed to get the curses off of them, but not before they injured the young sorcerer badly. You had to take time and energy to heal them, then you had to return them to Jujutsu High before you could finish the mission. When you returned to the subway tunnel, you were done with the day. Quickly, you dispatched the remaining curses.
Now, you were walking downtown looking for a club to escape to. A quick stop at your apartment had you changing into something a bit more revealing. Though you doubted it, there was a slight hope that you would run into a certain someone. Regardless if that wish came true, you still looked damn good.
Drinking didn’t affect you much, but surrounding yourself with blaring bass and dancing bodies seemed to give you what you needed to relax. Eventually, you found yourself in front of a club you hadn’t visited in awhile. Through the open door you could hear the raucous sounds of clubgoers with waves of bass pulsing. Perfect. Flashing your ID to the bouncer, you entered into the party space.
Making your way to the bar, you decided to treat yourself to something sweet before you headed to the dancefloor. A bartender leaned toward you, motioning for you to give your order. Shouting above the music, you asked for what you wanted, and they nodded. As your drink was being made, you didn’t notice the man at the other end of the bar speaking to another bartender. The bartender walked up to the man that was making your drink, muttering something in his ear. Turning around, he walked up to you.
“The gentleman at the end of the bar says to put your drink on his tab.” The bartender nodded toward the figure leaning over the bar.
“Huh?” You looked at where he motioned to, then felt your heart stutter.
There he is… Perhaps dreams do come true. Yuji was thrumming his fingers on the bartop as he looked at you. He was dressed nicer than you had seen him before. A tight-fitting button down with some nice jeans. When your drink was sat in front of you, he motioned for you to join him. Picking up the beverage, you sauntered over.
Each step toward the man had heat prickling through your body. Why was he here? You had never met in a space like this. It felt intentional, there were no coincidences when it came to Yuji Itadori. The man purposefully found himself at this club with you.
As you moved closer and closer, your heart rate sped up. Yuji’s eyes never left you. They trailed over your body, appreciating the tight-fitting outfit you had put yourself in. His gaze lingered just a bit too long on certain assets of yours before flitting up to meet yours.
“Hey.” Your throat felt dry as you greeted the man. Nerves fired through you.
“Hey.” His voice was low as he drank in the sight of you.
This felt wrong. Too intimate. Though you were surrounded by people, all you could focus on was him. With the way he was looking at you, it seemed like he was doing the same.
Lifting up his glass, he clinked it against yours in a quick toast. Bringing it to his lips, he swallowed the entire thing in one gulp followed by a sigh. “So you don’t drink?”
“I don’t like to. It doesn’t do much for me. I process alcohol too quickly.” You sipped at your own drink, feeling a bit sheepish.
“So, why are you here?” That curious glint you had grown accustomed to flashed in his eyes.
“I just like it.” You nodded to yourself, looking around the space filled with jiving bodies. “It’s a bit exhilarating."
“You like dancing?”
“I do.”
“Do you want to dance?”
You tried to see if there was anyone on the floor that was single. From what you could see, most people were already partnered up. “Doesn’t look like there’s anyone to dance with at the moment.”
“I meant with me.”
Taken aback, you looked at him in surprise. Does he? No, no way, right? Shaking off the brief moment, you decided to play it cool. “Need me to teach you some moves, old man?”
“I thought I was a ‘lone wolf.’” He chuckled.
“Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.” You shrugged your shoulders with a chuckle of your own.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
For a moment, you sat on the request. Sure, this could just be a dance. Looking at Yuji though, you didn’t think that was the case. His gaze never left you, drinking in your being as if to not forget the sight. He stared at you with intensity, a deep hunger behind his eyes. A hunger that appeared to be screaming for you. It somewhat frightened you, but enticed you at the same time. Like you would gladly be eaten by him.
“Okay.” You breathed out shakily. “I’ll dance with you.”
He grinned, brightening at your words. Offering his hand, he nodded toward the dancefloor. Tentatively, you took his hand. A familiar spark shot through you at the connection, but Yuji didn’t let you linger on the feeling. Grasping your hand tightly, he pulled you through the crowd of people. Spinning you around, he pulled you up against him chest-to-chest. His hands landed on your hips, and he began to sway your bodies to the music.
Both of you were buzzing with energy. Something had been building ever since Yuji had followed you to the cannery. Something that made him keep coming back, wanting to get closer. Something that had you unknowingly yearning for the man’s presence. Now that you had him here, you really didn’t want to let him go.
A warm hand brought you out of your thoughts, tilting your head to look up at him. Yuji stared down at you intensely. A reminiscent scene as his eyes darted between your gaze and your lips. This time, it seemed like he wasn’t stopping himself.
Leaning down, soft lips met yours. Fluttering your eyes shut, your arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling him tighter against you, you deepened the kiss. Yuji’s heart stuttered as your tongue teased at his bottom lip. Softly groaning, his mouth slightly parted and allowed your tongue to dip inside. Lightly, you lapped at the tip of his tongue. A hand curled into your hair tightly, making Yuji take control of your actions. He shifted his head to the side, tongue gliding against yours before tangling them together.
The two of you slightly parted, a string of saliva splitting as your mouths disconnected. With the occasional flash of light, you spotted the red burning on Yuji’s cheeks. The sight emphasized how youthful he still appeared, but it made your chest tighten nonetheless. You couldn’t help but feel like kicking your feet and twirling your hair at the notion that the man was even remotely attracted to you. There was more to it though. This wasn’t just an attraction, it felt more complex than that. Or maybe you wanted it to be.
His hands moved back to your hips, gripping them tightly. As you were pressed against him again, you felt your thigh brush against a hardness through his pants. Red bloomed on your cheeks at the feeling. Looking up at Yuji, you saw he was smirking at you. Well aware of what you were feeling.
Leaning down, he spoke lowly in your ear. “You look surprised…” He purred, then nipped at your earlobe.
“Ah!” You squeaked at the painful pleasure. “I-I just didn’t…”
“I’m not physically an old man.” He chuckled, knowing exactly where your mind was at.
“I didn’t think it was appropriate to ask an elderly person if they were impotent or not.” You crossed your arms over your chest with an embarrassed huff.
“I mean, I can prove it.” He cocked his head to the side. “If you want.”
You didn’t have to think twice before you were nodding profusely. At a shocking speed, you found yourself pressed up against the wall of a back alley. Cool brick hit your exposed skin, making you shiver. Looking around, you couldn’t recall where you were currently located within Tokyo. The club was likely blocks away from where you were. Not that it really mattered to you all that much.
Yuji cupped your face, crushing his lips against yours. This kiss was different, desperate. His tongue immediately searched for yours, making him sigh as he tangled them together. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers scraping lightly at the back of his head. He groaned at the feeling, then nipped at your lower lip. You keened, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat. One that Yuji swallowed with his mouth, as he continued to press hot kisses to your lips. Realizing he was becoming a bit too energized, he slightly pulled back from you.
“I’m sorry.” He let out a shaky breath, as if he was trying to get himself under control.
“Why?” You gently cupped his cheek, making him look at you.
“I–” He sucked on his tongue, sweat prickling on his forehead. For someone with so much life experience, he thought he would be better than this. “I can’t help myself around you.” It felt like a childish confession.
“What?” You gave him a confused look.
“You have been driving me insane.” His eyes grew serious. “Ever since I first saw you, every part of me,” he motioned up and down his body, “has been desperate to have you.”
You didn’t know what to say. No one had ever exclaimed to feel such a way for you.
“I want– No!” His exclamation had you jolting. “I need you.” He said your voice with a desperate plea. “There’s just–”
“Something about me?” You finished for him.
He nodded slowly. “Yes.”
“You’re uh… Not the only one?” You let out an awkward chuckle. “If that makes you feel any better.”
“Really?” He was surprised, but you weren’t sure as to why.
“Yes, Yuji.” When you said his name, chills ran down his spine. “I have felt somewhat… Drawn to you. And every time I see you, it’s gotten worse.”
“Worse?” He blinked a few times, looking somewhat offended.
“Yes, worse.” You huffed, thinking about the last time you spoke. “Leaving me on the balcony like that…”
“Oh.” He looked at you sheepishly. “I didn’t…”
“It’s fine. I’m not one to hold a grudge.”
“Let me make it up to you…” He trailed leaning back in toward you.
Fluttering your eyes shut, you accepted another kiss. It felt almost natural to meld your lips together with his. The soft pressure had you sighing with content, making you melt into his hold. Warm hands slid down your body. One landed on your ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze before looping your leg around his thigh.
“You know…” He murmured against your lips, his hand now trailing up your inner thigh, “I think I want more.”
You leaned back, to get a good look at him. “I thought we were here to test out the goods?” Your gaze flitted down knowingly, landing on the outline pressing against his pants.
“True, true.” He smirked against your lips, pressing another deep kiss to them. His hand slipped under your skirt, fingers petting over your dampening panties. “But I want to make sure you’re ready to take me.”
You were about to say something witty, but cut yourself off as a whine escaped you. Deft fingers added more pressure against your heated sex. Pulling your panties to the side, he pet directly over your bare pussy. Sliding a finger through your folds, he swirled his fingers around your clit. Groaning, Yuji pulled his fingers to his lips. With wide eyes, you watched as he split the digits. Your slick split in strings between his fingers, before he pressed them into his mouth with a low moan.
“Fuck.” He breathed out, slamming his hand next to your head. “You taste good.”
His fingers returned to your pussy, this time sliding inside of your tight hole. Biting his lip, he let out a choked sound at the feeling. In his pants, he felt his cock twitch at the prospect of filling you up. Slowly, he worked you open. His fingers mapping out your gummy walls, curling right into that sweet spot of yours that had you crying out. Scrunching your eyes shut, you moaned softly. Yuji watched you fall apart on his fingers, his eyes drinking in your quivering form. It had been so long… too long, since he had felt this kind of ecstasy. And he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
Each press of his fingers inside of you had a familiar heat flaring in your core. It would only be a matter of time before he brought you to your peak. Though it hadn’t been as long as Yuji, you also had been without this kind of stimulation for a long while. Your sensitivity was extremely heightened.
He focused his fingers on your gummy sweet spot, memorizing every sound that passed through your lips. Adding his thumb, he circled around your clit while pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. The thigh slung around his leg was shivering as you neared your climax. Your soft walls fluttered around Yuji’s fingers, making him smirk to himself.
“You close, little fox?” He purred, pressing a peck to your lips.
Unable to find words, you nodded desperately.
“Cum for me.” He practically growled. “Cum for me, and then I’ll take you.”
His words had you shooting to your finish. White hot pleasure coursed through your body, as you shook in his grasp. Crying out, your pussy tightened around his fingers. Slick spilled out of your pussy, drenching his fingers. Your hands gripped tightly onto his shoulders as you allowed the wave of pleasure to wash over you.
Removing his hand, Yuji quickly undid his belt and lowered his pants. Using your slick, he lathered up his cock. Lifting you up with ease, Yuji had you wrap your shaking legs around his waist. He wasn’t here to tease, he needed to feel you. In no time, he was lined up with your entrance and sliding in. The action had you crying out again as the head of his cock smushed deep inside of you. Looking between your legs, a pathetic sound passed through his lips. A milky white ring circled his cock, the sight alone had him almost cumming.
Looking up, he locked his gaze with yours. Your eyes were wild and dazed as you looked back at him. He took the opportunity to press a deep kiss to your lips. As your tongues tangled, he slightly pulled out. Without warning, he slammed back inside. A long moan was swallowed by his his mouth as he began to fuck you while keeping your lips connected. Gripping tightly onto your thighs, he forced you up and down on his cock.
Slightly pulling back, he let out an amused huff as you chased his lips. Without kissing, your tongues slid against each other. It was overwhelming. An almost animalistic sex between you as your body responded to his with desperation.
“Y-yuji!” You squeaked out at a particularly deep thrust right into your sweet gummy spot.
“F-fuck yes.” He groaned, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. “Say my name again.”
“Yuji…” Your eyes rolled back as the man built up another orgasm in your core.
“Again!” His voice was strained, eyes pleading with yours.
“Yuji!” You cried out at another deep thrust.
“Yes! Yes!” His eyes were wild, as he watched you bounce on his cock. “Cum for me. Please. My little fox.” He sealed the plea with a sloppy kiss.
With a bruising grip, he pumped his cock in and out of your sensitive hole. Each thrust had your clit brushing against his pelvis as the head of his dick slammed into your sweet spot over and over. Pure pleasure coursed through your body as your next orgasm grew bigger and bigger. He felt your pussy flutter around his length, spurring him on further. A final thrust against that deep spot had you shattering.
With a loud cry, your pussy clamped down around his cock. Another shock of pleasure flooded through your body. Your pussy tightened, and your body shook with the feeling. He felt you spray hot slick on his lower body, which made his hips stutter. No way… He looked down at the drenched mess covering both of your thighs. With a low groan, you felt Yuji’s cock twitch deep inside of you. As he gritted his teeth, a rush of warmth filled you. His cock spasmed, pumping out long loads of cum from the hardest orgasm he ever experienced. Tucking his head into your shoulder, he let out a long groan.
After a moment, his cock settled down. He didn’t pull out right away, keeping himself locked tightly with you. Hot opened mouthed kisses were pressed up and down your throat as the both of you came down from your highs. Catching Yuji’s lips, you curled your fingers in his hair to keep him in a deep kiss. Sharing panted breaths you tilted your faces side to side to continue capturing each other’s kisses.
Gently, Yuji lowered you to the ground. When he released you, you fell forward. Thankfully, he was fast acting and caught you. Your legs were extremely wobbly as you tried to stand again. Gripping your hips, the man held you up securely.
“I might’ve done a bit too much.” He chuckled awkwardly.
“Oh, that’s not true at all.” Your voice was slurred as your brain was fuzzy and cockdrunk. “I can take more than that.”
“Really?” He gave you an unconvinced look as he was still holding you up.
“Just because I’m a bit wobbly on my feet doesn’t mean I can’t.” You scoffed at his lack of belief. “I’ll prove it to you.” A coy smirk played on your lips.
“Is that so?”
“Guess there’s only one way to find out…” You purred, before pulling him toward you. “If you’ll have me, that is…” You were suddenly concerned about being too forward.
“Oh, you’re not getting away from me anytime soon.”
(Professor! Nanami x F! Reader x Professor! Higuruma)
synopsis: Too much time has passed since you and Hiromi have been with Kento. Hiromi decides the perfect way to catch the other man's attention is by sending him a sex tape. Nothing about this could go awry, right?
words: 5.2K
includes: nanamixf!readerxhiguruma, professors!au, communication studies, teasing, sex, oral sex, making out, cum swallowing, squirting, creampie, , multiple orgasms, overstimulation, sex tapes, porn, masturbation, smut
a/n: Ya'll I'm sorry it's been forever since I've posted a fic. I'm kinda burnt out because of my thesis, so I've been in a bit of a creative writing rut. Anyways, hope you enjoy! This is smutty, no minors!
"C'mon sweetheart, just one more time." Hiromi groaned against your neck as his cock was buried deep inside of you. "Gotta show Kento what he's missing out on, yeah?" A hot breath fanned against your face as he bounced you up and down.
In front of you stood a phone, haphazardly propped up against a picture frame. The front -facing camera was capturing your intimate moment with Hiromi. You could see yourself on the screen, eyes glazed over and mouth hung open as moans tumbled out. Behind you Hiromi was fucking you at a relentless pace, desperately trying to get you to cum on his cock for the umpteenth time. You don't know how many times you had finished. By the time Hiromi had finished eating you out, you were practically a puddle.
This was all Hiromi's idea. Kento was neck-deep in research, meaning he didn't have much time for either of you. Outside of the occasional chaste kiss, you hadn't received much intimacy from the man. Hiromi wished to change that. After two glasses of wine and the start of a makeout session, Hiromi got the grand idea to record the two of you having sex. Pulling away from your lips, a trail of saliva snapped between the two of you. Hiromi's eyes glistened as the light bulb went off in his brain.
"You're scheming." You stated as his eyes darkened when they trailed over you.
"I was just thinking…" The hand that was on your hip slid to your backside to cup your ass. "We could share our exploits with Kento."
"Share our exploits?" You quirked a suspicious brow, though you felt a flare of heat rush through you.
"You know, record ourselves and send it to him." He kissed up your throat, landing a peck on your lips. "I know you love to send me plenty of your own… activities." He smirked as your cheeks grew heated.
"That's because you asked for them." You huffed. "Kento has never requested anything like that from me."
"But you would give him some, wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would." You kissed Hiromi. " I want to make you all happy."
"Is that all?" He gave you an unconvinced look, cocking a brow.
Sucking on your teeth, you pushed yourself back. With a sigh, you slumped back toward him. "And I think it's kinda hot." You bit your lip, eyes darting away sheepishly.
"You like knowing I touch myself to those pretty pictures?" Hiromi grinned against your lips.
"Perhaps."
"And what if you knew Kento was doing the same?"
"How do you know he wouldn't outright reject the content?" Your brows furrowed into an unsure expression.
"Because I know him." Hiromi lapped at your lower lip, pulling you into a deep kiss. "And I know he is very attracted to you."
"Are you sure you're not just projecting how you feel about me onto him?" You batted his chest lightly.
"Are you fishing for compliments?"
"I don't have to fish." You leaned down, kissing a sweet spot in the crook of his neck. "You freely provide the bait. And I know when to bite." You nipped at the spot, earning you a groan.
"I enjoy the way you respond to my words." Hiromi smirked cockily. "Discourse is very important to you, after all." Hiromi gave your ass a cheeky slap, shooting more heat to your core.
Rolling your eyes, you let out a chuckle at the action. Cupping his face, you pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Pliant as ever, he accepted the kiss, deepening it as his tongue tangled up with yours. Softly, you groaned into his mouth as he lightly lapped at your tongue. One of his hands moved to your head to control the kiss. His lips left yours, leaving a heated trail down your throat. Nipping at your sweet spot, he made you let out a surprised squeak. You pulled back to get a look at him. His gaze was hungrily watching you with anticipation. Under your crotch, you could feel his cock straining against his slacks.
With a hooded eyes, you spoke in a sultry voice: "So why don't we send a little message to Kento then?"
In his campus office, Kento pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Shaking his head, he looked back up at the paper in progress on his computer screen. Hours of staring at the blue light had his eyes aching, but he pushed on. Fingers returning to the keyboard, he clacked away. At this point, he was too tired to actually be writing anything of substance, but he needed to get something down. When he finished he could rest then return to the work tomorrow.
Just as he finished, his phone lit up with a notification from Hiromi. Briefly glancing at the message, his interest was piqued.
Take a look at this.
From his lock screen Kento could tell there was some attachment on the message. Glancing back at his paper, he contemplated giving himself a brief distraction. The strain on his eyes was beginning to grow into a headache. Though he'd be moving from one screen to another, a small break would benefit him. At least that's how he gave himself an excuse.
When he opened the message, he saw there was a video attached. Pressing play, he let out a gasp and immediately paused the video. The stilled image was of you looking up past the camera with a cheeky grin. Your hands were working at Hiromi's pants, a prominent bulge clearly in the frame. Looking around his office, he searched for anyone within it. Keeping an ear out, he waited to see if there was anyone outside. Though he heard no footsteps, he decided to be safe and grabbed some headphones. Once they were on and connected, he let out a shaky breath. He should not be watching this at work, yet, he still pressed play.
You let out a nervous giggle, eyes sparkling up at Hiromi. "I've never done this before."
"What are you talking about?" Hiromi could be heard behind the camera. "You've sent me plenty of stuff."
Kento felt a slight tinge of jealousy at the statement, but knew it wasn't malicious. After all, he never asked you for anything.
"I meant record myself having sex, Hiromi." You stuck your tongue out at him.
Hiromi chuckled lowly and cupped your face with his free hand. Thumbing your lip, he spoke lowly, "There's a first time for everything, right?"
"I feel like you're being smug about it." You giggled, then pulled his pants down.
"Am I not allowed to be excited?"
"You're allowed." You ripped down his boxers, revealing his cock. Wrapping your hand around it, a surprised groan came from the faceless Hiromi.
Cupping his hand over his mouth, Kento stifled his own groan at the sight. His own cock was straining in his pants. Looking down, he bit his lip as his mind contemplated next steps. Looking back up, his eyes zeroed in on the currently unlocked door. Quickly, he ran to lock it then sat back down with a thud. Soon his pants and boxers were pushed to his thighs as his hand wrapped around his strained cock. Grabbing his phone, he pressed play.
Your lips kissed up Hiromi's length, earning you a pleased hiss. After kissing the tip, you wrapped your lips around it. As your tongue swirled on the underside of the tip, Hiromi groaned. The groan turned into a choked out moan as you swallowed down his entire length. Letting out a pleased hum, you slid back and popped him out of your mouth.
"Tease." Hiromi huffed.
With a smirk, you licked up his length. "You love it." You swallowed his length once again, giving him no time to retort.
As you bobbed your head, you kept your gaze up. Occasionally, you made eye contact directly with the camera. The sight of your doe eyes looking up at him made Kento softly moan. God, you were gorgeous. His cock twitched in his hands as he felt the phantom feeling of your lips around his cock. If only had you right now…
A hand gripped your hair, controlling your actions. Behind the camera, Hiromi groaned. He felt himself growing very close. The thought of what Kento would do with the footage had the man feeling much more sensitive than usual. He decided to play with the man that would be on the other side of the screen.
"Fuck, Kento. She feels so good." Hiromi's voice had you looking up at him. "Keep going, I'm close." You began to bob your head faster. "Fuck, gonna cum in that pretty mouth. Bet you ah– bet you wish you could do the same, don't you, Kento?"
Hiromi's words were working, as Kento felt a flare of jealousy heat up in him. But dammit, he was loving every moment of this. God, he was such a pervert. Even if he tried to hide the darker aspects of his sexual proclivities, he couldn't truly keep them away. Knowing that this was your first time recording sex was so thrilling. Allowing himself to indulge in the perverseness was a necessity in this scenario. It was what you and Hiromi wanted from him, after all. His hand tightened around his cock as he pumped in time with the bob of your head.
You continued to suck off Hiromi, feeling heat flare in your core at each moan and groan you pulled from the man. His cock twitched in your mouth, indicating he was close. Your tongue slid along the underside of his cock followed by a swirl around the tip. With that, Hiromi burst. Hot and throbbing, his cock shot out ropes of cum down your throat. He couldn't control the camera as his body lurched forward with a low groan. When his cock settled, he pulled away from you. You grinned up at him and the camera that had you back in frame. Opening your mouth, you revealed you had swallowed everything. Along with Hiromi, Kento groaned at the sight.
"Fuck, you're too good to me." Hiromi offered a hand to help you from the ground. "Why don't you strip down for Kento, yeah?" He asked, stepping back to get your full body in the frame.
"As you wish." You blew a kiss and shot a wink to the camera. As cheesy as the action was, it still sent a flare of heat through Kento.
In somewhat of a strip-tease, you removed your work clothes. Though you weren't in the most appealing set of underwear, it didn't seem to matter to the men. When you reached for the clasp on your bra, you let out a struggling huff. As you unclasped one of the hooks, you felt the other re-clasp on a different set. Sticking out your tongue in concentration, you manage to free the hooks and slipped off your bra. Triumphantly, you held up the article, making Hiromi chuckle.
"Had a bit of a struggle?" He asked as he walked up to your now naked form.
"Just a bit." You pinched your fingers together.
The scene was endearing and sexy, making Kento's chest bloom with warmth as his cock twitched at the sight of your body. Fuck, he hadn't realized how badly he needed you. Both in the bedroom and overall socially, he had been distant. It was only now that he recognized how distant he had made himself. That would have to be rectified.
The following scenes had Kento's mouth watering. Hiromi set up the camera to get a perfect view of your body as Hiromi ate you out with fervor. Kento watched the profile of your form thrash and moan as the man between your legs worked away at your sex. A light sheen of sweat had you glowing under the golden lamplight, giving you the appearance of an ethereal sex goddess. Fuck, did Kento wish to worship you like Hiromi was.
By now he had your body memorized. His tongue expertly slid between your soaked folds, slipping up to swirl around your needy clit. Breathy moans escaped your mouth as he sucked the pearl between his lips. As he teased at your clit, his fingers dipped into your needy hole, curling against your sweet spot.
"Hiromi!" You cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
He smirked against your sopping cunt then continued his ministrations. With each pass of his expert tongue, you felt heat build up in your belly. Licks up your folds, sucks to your sensitive bud, the fingers pushing deep inside of you had you nearing the peak very quickly. Your hand flew to Hiromi's head, fingers curling in his dark locks. He groaned against you as you tugged on his hair. Unconsciously, you chased your high, hips thrusting against his mouth. A swirl around your clit had you breaking. White hot pleasure coursed through you, making you cry out. Moan after moan tumbled out of your mouth as your body writhed in ecstasy. Between your legs, Hiromi continued to eat you out. His tongue languidly lapped at your cunt.
Kento groaned at the sight of your orgasm, but he knew it wasn't over. Hiromi loved to make sure you were very satisfied. Both of them got off on your pleasure, but Hiromi seemed especially into how much he could make you cum. There were times that you had to rip the man off of your cunt. It was like he could just spend an entire day between your legs and be content. Kento understood the sentiment, but had some self restraint… some.
By orgasm four, Hiromi allowed you to push his head away. When he pulled back from you his face was covered in your slick. His eyes were drooped in a lustful haze. He crawled on top of you, then deeply kissed you. Tongue dipping into your willing mouth, you tasted yourself on his tongue. Both of your moaned, then Hiromi pulled back. Pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes asked you for permission. His cock slid against your dripping cunt, the tip hitting your sensitive clit. Nodding, your eyes widened with how quickly he accepted your response. In one push, he filled you up. Eyes squeezing shut, you cried out as the tip of his cock smushed right into your sweet spot.
Cupping your face, Hiromi pressed a kiss to your wavering lips. "Hey." He spoke softly as he slowly rocked his hips. "Look at me."
Blinking your eyes open, you made direct contact with his hungry gaze. Your heart stuttered at the sight of deep lust within those dark eyes. He continued to rock into you, making sure his cock pressed perfectly inside of you. His dark happy trail provided delicious friction to your clit, making you moan. Pressing a deep kiss to your lips, he swallowed the sound. When he pulled back, he suddenly remembered that this was being recorded. Glancing at the camera, he decided to have some fun.
Pulling out, you let out a whine. He pulled you up, chuckling at the pout on your lips. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I just want to make sure Kento has a good time too."
He manipulated your body, settling behind you. With a hand around your throat, he pulled you up. At this angle, you saw the front-facing camera was on, giving you a view of yourself. Hiromi slid into your cunt with ease, causing both of you to moan. One hand was on your hips, and the other on your throat for leverage. He pumped in and out of you, the tip of his cock pummeling into your sweet spot. With each thrust, your breasts bounced from the impact.
Kento groaned, holding himself back from cumming. He kept getting so close as he watched the video. Sweat was beaded on his brow as he concentrated on the images before him. While he was gladly indulging in this viewing experience, he knew he would need to experience the real thing soon.
You were close again. Each push into your dripping cunt had heat flaring in your body. Hiromi moaned as your pussy clenched around his cock. The camera picked up on your slick as it dripped down his cock. The man behind you kissed up your throat then tugged on your ear with his teeth. In a gruff tone, he commanded: "Cum for me."
With a cry, you felt yourself reach that peak once more. Your body shook in Hiromi's arms as your cunt spasmed around his length. Hiromi groaned, holding back his own orgasm. He needed at least one more before he finished. He wanted you a babbling mess to give Kento a challenge to the same.
"C'mon sweetheart, just one more time." Hiromi groaned against your neck as his cock was buried deep inside of you. "Gotta show Kento what he's missing out on, yeah?" A hot breath fanned against your face as he bounced you up and down.
You saw yourself in the phone. Eyes glazed over, your mouth hung open as a stream of moans poured out. With the little strength you had, you nodded at Hiromi's request. Inside of you, you felt his cock twitch violently. His thrusts were more erratic. Though he wanted to make sure you finished against, he was unconsciously chasing his own pleasure. Thick fingers sloppily slid circles over your overstimulated clit. The sparks of pleasure were what you needed to reach that final high. With a scream and a spray of slick, you came on his cock once again. Hiromi groaned, spilling into you as he finished alongside you. Hot ropes of cum shot inside of your spasming cunt. You moaned at the feeling as it added to your overwhelming orgasm.
The sights and sounds of the two of you cumming together had Kento doing the same. Hot spurts of cum coated his hand as he covered his mouth. Groans were muffled as he kept cumming. It felt like it was never ending, his cock throbbing with each sticky rope. Eyes wide, he gasped at how hard he had cum. Lifting his hand, he stared at the spend dripping down his skin. Realizing where he was, he quickly grabbed tissues and wiped himself down. With the items discarded in the trash, Kento leaned back in his chair with a sigh. Despite his orgasm, he wasn't satisfied.
~.~
A knock at your apartment door made you jump with surprise. You weren't expecting anyone, and Hiromi wasn't one for surprise visits. Peering through the peephole, you saw a disheveled looking Kento impatiently tapping his foot.
"Kento?" You opened the door, only to be pushed inside of your apartment.
Kento shut and locked the door behind him before pushing you up against the wall. His chest was heaving and his eyes were wild as he took in the sight of you. You stared up at him with wide eyes, heart hammering in your chest.
"Do you have any idea what you've done to me?" He asked, voice breaking in desperation.
"W-what do you mean?" You asked.
"That damn video." He practically growled.
You blinked up at him with confusion, then realized what he meant. "We sent that to you over a week ago? Hiromi thought you didn't even look at it."
"I have watched it every day." Kento admitted, red blooming on his cheeks.
You felt your own cheeks heat up. "Oh."
"Yeah." He had you caged in. "It didn't help that you've been teasing me all week. Those little skirts and dresses. Clinging onto Hiromi all of the time. You love testing my patience, don't you?"
"What?" You shook your head. "I assure you, I haven't been doing anything to intentionally set you off." You weren't lying. Truly, you had behaved as you always did.
"Cut the bullshit, you don't just send me… that and expect me to believe that you haven't purposefully fucking with me." His gaze grew dark, making you shiver.
"I haven't." You gave him a pout, narrowing your eyes. "After all, you didn't say anything about it until now. We thought you didn't like it."
"I didn't like it."
You gave him a confused expression, wondering if he was fucking with you now.
"I love it." With that, he grasped your shoulders and pulled you into a deep kiss.
After a moment of surprise, your eyes fluttered shut and you reciprocated the kiss. Kento took control, his tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with yours. After weeks without a taste of you, he shuddered with a groan as his tongue slid against yours. One of his hands curled into your hair, pulling your head back to get access to your neck. He kissed down your throat, occasionally sucking against the sensitive skin.
"Kento…" You breathed out in a soft moan.
"Fuck, I need you." He reached for your hand, pulling it to his crotch. "Do you feel how badly I need you?" His other hand slid down your torso and dipped into your pants. His fingers slipped between your already wet folds, making him groan. "You need me too, don't you?"
You nodded, eyes darting to his lips before you chased them. He kissed you back, his fingers pushing into your pussy. Eyes rolling back, you moaned into his mouth. You gave his pulsing cock a squeeze over his pants, making him groan into your mouth. Pulling his fingers out of your pants, he brought them to his lips. He made deep eye contact with you as he slid them into his mouth.
"Fuck." He groaned. "You taste so good."
"Yeah?" You breathed out, feeling your pussy pulse at the sight.
"Yeah." Suddenly, he grabbed your body and whipped you around.
Though you were surprised, you let him push you further into your apartment. You ended up in your kitchen, your torso pushed against the kitchen island. Behind you, Kento ripped down your pants and panties, revealing your dripping cunt. He moaned at the sight and slipped his thick fingers back inside of you. At the intrusion, you squeaked out in surprise, but it quickly turned into a moan as he pet against your sweet spot.
"If you don't mind…" You heard Kento shuffle behind you. "I would like to record this."
"Yeah?" You looked behind you to see Kento holding up his phone. He grinned as you made eye contact, making heat flare in your core.
"Gotta send something back to Hiromi, since he was so nice to record your latest encounter."
"That wasn't our latest encounter." You teased, but your gloat was short-lived as Kento picked up the pace.
He hummed thoughtfully. "Is that so?"
You nodded with a whimper as his fingers focused on your sweet spot. That didn't appear to sate Kento, as he clicked his tongue admonishingly at you.
"What was that?" He stopped moving his fingers, making you whine.
"Yes." You weren't going to tease the man. Not when he was as pent up as he was. "We met up on Thursday."
"And what did you do?" His fingers pumped in and out of you again, making you sigh with relief.
"He got me dinner." You moaned as his fingers slid over that gummy spot. "Then we went back to his place."
"And what did you do there?"
"We fucked." You bit your lip.
"How?"
"Huh?" You looked over your shoulder at him.
He held up the phone, looking at you expectantly. Though he was desperate, Kento didn't appear to be in any rush.
"How did you fuck?" That knowing smirk on his face indicated his willingness to tease, even if you weren't planning on reciprocating. You supposed it was only fair considering the fallout from the video.
"I sat on his face and rode him." You said.
"Didn't wish to record that one?" His voice held a bit of disdain, but you couldn't tell if it was because Kento was left out of that sight or the overall situation.
"We didn't think of it." You moaned as Kento's fingers continued to work at your sweet spot. "C-considering you didn't–" You gasped as you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.
"I didn't…?" He grinned as he watched you fall apart on his fingers.
"D-didn't say… ah! Youdidn'tsayanythingback!" You whimpered as his fingers forced you closer and closer to the edge.
"Are you close?"
Nodding, you whimpered. "Y-yes."
"Cum for me then. Or should I say us?" Kento chuckled darkly. "Considering this will be for Hiromi."
At the mention of your other partner's name, your body shivered as pleasure coursed through you. You cried out as slick coated Kento's fingers. He felt your pussy tighten around the digits, making him groan. The feeling had him picturing the way your perfect pussy squeezed around his cock. The thought made his length throb with anticipation.
When you came down, Kento sucked off your essence from his fingers. As much as he enjoyed playing with your body, he was ready for the full event. Gripping your hair, he lifted you off the countertop. Reaching around, you saw his phone's camera was front facing. Leaning his head in the crook of your neck, he kissed up your throat and nipped your ear.
"You're gonna hold onto this." He waited for you to grab the phone. "And I'm going to enjoy you." He kissed your neck. "Make sure you keep a good shot, yeah?" He asked, knowing full well how difficult of a task he just gave you.
He pressed your body back onto the countertop. Stretching out your arm, you tried to get an angle that included both of you in the shot. Through the phone, you watched as Kento undid his pants and slid them off. The hot and heavy weight of his cock slapped between your ass cheeks. Gripping his cock, Kento slid himself between your thighs. Your slick drenched his cock as he started fucking himself against you. Each slide ended with his cockhead smushing into your sensitive clit. The sparks of pleasure had you whimpering. Pulling back, he notched the thick head in your entrance. He felt that first ring of resistance tighten around him, making him grin.
"Ready?" He leaned over you, making eye contact with the camera.
You nodded, but that wasn't enough. Kento shook his head, eyes narrowing at your response.
Recognizing his expression, you rectified your response. "Y-yes, Kento."
"That's what I thought." With that, Kento pushed his entire length into you.
Eyes widening, you let out a surprised gasp as he filled you to the brim. The phone shook in your hands, almost falling out. Kento couldn't have that. Gripping your wrist, he stilled your wrist as he shot you a look of warning through the camera. With you set up correctly, he began to properly fuck you.
Within the frame, you could see your face and Kento's body as he fucked in and out of you. Your eyes were glazed over as you grew cock drunk from the feeling of him filling you up so perfectly. The thick tip of his cock smushed right into that gummy spot. With each hit, you struggled to keep the phone from shaking and falling over.
Kento grinned as he watched you try to keep yourself composed. Just like Hiromi, he had your body memorized and he knew exactly how to get you to lose your composure. It was certainly cute to watch you try to maintain it however. Leaning over you, he ground his cock right into that perfect spot. White hot sparks of pleasure bloomed the heat in your core. You whined, looking straight into the camera as Kento fucked you closer and closer to the edge.
"Why don't I give Hiromi a better look?" Kento asked, to which you happily agreed.
Taking the phone from you, Kento flipped the camera again. He focused on the space where your bodies were connected. His cock slid in and out of your dripping pussy. A white ring formed around the base of his cock as your slick coated his length. Biting his lip, Kento groaned at the sight.
"Too bad you're missing this, Hiromi." Kento thrust harshly into you, making you cry out. "She's so close."
Your pussy fluttered around him, indicating your impending orgasm. As each thrust brought you to the edge, your hands scrabbled for purchase on your smooth countertop. You could tell it was going to be a big one. With how cock-drunk you already were, you knew you were going to go blank if you didn't have a way to ground yourself.
Behind you, Kento focused on making you cum. While he tried to keep the camera shot clear, he was struggling to focus as your pussy pulsed around his cock. As you neared your climax, he was nearing his. He knew when he felt your pussy tighten it would be over for him.
The phone picked up the moans and groans as well as the shot of Kento's cock disappearing into your dripping heat. You whined, that heat in your belly flaring hotter and hotter. Pleasure sparked through your being with each thrust into your sweet spot. Squeezing your eyes shut, you cried out. This orgasm he was building up within you was surely going to leave you a total mess. As if you hadn't already been messy with the way you coated his fingers with your slick.
"Cum for me." He growled.
As always, your body listened to the demand. With a cry, your body spasmed as ecstasy flooded your veins. Kento didn't let up, forcing your orgasm to last as he purposefully fucked into your overstimulated pussy. You were sobbing against the counter as your body became extremely overstimulated. Sparks of pleasure continued to prolong your orgasm, making your pussy clench tightly around Kento's cock. It was too much for him to handle. With a low groan, he filled your pussy with hot ropes of cum. The feeling of his release had you softly moaning with content.
Kento stopped the recording with a long sigh. Setting the phone down, he leaned over your body to press gentle kisses down your neck. Your torso was splayed over the countertop as you attempted to catch your breath. Blinking your eyes rapidly, you came back down to earth. Over your shoulder, you made eye contact with Kento. He gave you a shy smile, behaving somewhat sheepishly.
"Sorry if that was…"
"A lot?" You added in a breathy voice.
"A lot, yes. I'm sorry if that was a lot."
"Don't be." You leaned up on your elbows.
Kento pulled out of you, a trail of his spend sliding down your leg. He helped you stand up as your legs were very wobbly. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he felt a warmth bloom in his chest as you smiled softly at him.
"So…" You grabbed his phone from the counter. "You gonna send it?"
~.~
At his own apartment, Hiromi was watching TV when his phone lit up. Opening it up, he clicked on the message from Kento. When he saw a video was attached, he let out an amused huff. Before pressing play, he pushed down his sweatpants. No time like the present, right?
Breaking the Illusion to Come Back to You (Jack Wilder x F!Reader)
synopsis: It's been two years since you've seen your best friend, Jack Wilder. After seeing news of his death, you are shattered. That is until he appears perfectly fine in your apartment in need of help...
words: 5.1K
includes: jack wilderxf!reader, now you see me, childhood friends to lovers, love confessions, sex, oral sex, orgasms, creampie, slapping
a/n: no minors! This was a fun one to write as it's been an old hyperfixation that has returned. Hope you enjoy!
Huffing and puffing, you crouched behind a large stack of cardboard boxes. Hopefully, you couldn’t easily be seen in the alleyway. Jeering from just outside of the area caught your attention. The shrill laugh of a young girl as she sprinted down the alley. Another set of racing footsteps followed her. Holding your breath, you crossed your fingers. You watched the bodies zoom by through a crack in the boxes, then let out a sigh of relief.
On the other end of the alley, you heard the girl shriek and giggle.
“Gotcha!” A boy’s voice echoed between the brick walls. “Now, where’s that slippery sister of yours?” He chuckled menacingly, making your heart rate shoot up.
“I dunno. She never tells me, and you’ll never find her! She’s the best hider!” You smiled as you listened to your sister hype you up.
You were fairly skilled at hide-n-seek, but she was also terrible when she was a finder. Though, you couldn’t really fault a six-year-old for not being as skilled as her older sister.
“We’ll see about that.” The young boy said before exiting the alley.
Even though he was gone, you weren’t going to move. You wondered how many of the other neighborhood kids he had caught. It was too risky to leave just yet. You needed to hear his shout of defeat before you came out. That was until you heard the yell of a familiar voice, your father calling you and your sister in for dinner.
Damn. Seems like your time was up. You wondered what meal had been cooked up, stomach growling at the thought. It was probably for the best that you forfeit this game.
Pushing out of the boxes, you made your way toward the alley exit. Just outside, you felt a tap on your shoulder.
“Found ya!” Your friend, Jack had a bright grin on his face.
“Only cause I hafta go home!” You stuck your tongue out at him.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” He winked, then proceeded to mimic your father’s voice. “Better get inside! Dinner’s gettin’ cold!” Jack chuckled at the dumbfounded look on your face.
“See! I told you it would work!” Your little sister appeared behind him, grinning mischievously.
“You little cheat!” You laughed, then chased after your sister.
She shrieked and giggled before you managed to tackle her. Her laughing grew frantic as you used her weakness against her: tickles.
“I’m sorry!” She squealed between bouts of laughter.
“Yeah, you better be!” You huffed, letting her go.
“It’s not her fault you’re so gullible.” Jack sauntered over to you, offering a hand to help you up. Just as you were about to take it, he pulled back, making you land on your ass. “Psych!” He laughed at your scowl.
Rolling your eyes, you stood up and dusted off your pants. Just before you could throw a jab at him, your father’s voice cut through the air. This time it was real.
“Dinner time girls!” He shouted from the doorway.
“This isn’t over, Wilder.” You shot him daggers, though a playful smirk danced on your lips.
“The fun’s just begun!” He winked at you before jogging down to his house.
A terrifying scene lay before you on the TV. Flames surrounding a car, an officer attempting to pull out a body before it exploded. Inside, a person you hadn’t seen for years. Jack Wilder.
The damn idiot had to get himself wrapped up in a life of crime, just to have it end like this. Burned alive after being chased by the cops.
Blinking hard, you tried to will the growing tears away. However, they fell. Fat, hot drops flowing down your cheeks in an endless stream. How could he?
Looking at your phone, you flipped it open. In your recent calls, you scrolled through all of the ones left unanswered. Each one holding the title of Jack.
Despite his lack of response, there were two dates he messaged: you and your sister’s birthdays. Always sending you a Happy Birthday! :) and Tell your sis Happy Birthday from me! He never responded to your messages. It felt odd. Why only then? You were so close then he dropped off the face of the earth two years ago.
Then, it hit you. Of course, how could you be so blind. The Horsemen. That’s why.
You wondered how it even got so far. How those silly card tricks turned into pickpocketing, and finally robbing the largest insurance tycoon blind.
It wasn’t something that truly made sense, but you decided to call the dead man. Airing out two years of bottled up grievances. As soon as you speed dialed him, it went straight to voicemail.
“Hey, I can’t come to the phone right now, or maybe ever! Catch ya later!” It was followed by a bright beep.
“Jack, I know you’re dead, but fuck you. How dare you do this to me! You think you can just disappear then die? I have been there for you for everything, but it seems like I didn’t even matter to you! Running away without a word, to what? Be a fucking criminal magician! How do you even get involved in something like that? Learning card tricks just to become a figure on the international most wanted list? Look where it landed you now. I know I called you an idiot in the past, but this time I mean it. You are so…” You huffed in frustration, tears streaming from your eyes. “So, so fucking dumb! I have been waiting to finally see you again…” Your heart squeezed in pain. “But you just had to go die. I never even got the chance to—.” You were cut off, using up whatever was left of the space in his inbox. “Please call again another time.” Snapping your phone shut, you tossed it onto the couch. Grabbing a throw pillow, you shoved your face into it screaming. When you pulled back, you saw mascara streaks staining the pillow case. Throwing it to the side, you expected to hear a thud, but were met with a gasp instead.
“I mean, I didn’t expect you to be happy, but I never thought you would speak ill of the dead.” There he was, a shit eating grin on his face as he lounged on your couch like he owned the place.
Storming up, you open palmed smacked him across the face. He took it like a champ, only letting out a groan.
“Guess I kinda deserve that…”
Rubbing his face, he was still grinning. The sight only made you more furious.
“Jack! What the fuck?!” You gritted your teeth, a swirling of many emotions making your brain hurt. “H-how? I saw what happened.” You clenched your hand over your chest.
“Decoy car, cadaver, I think you can put the rest together.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
Grabbing his shoulders you ripped him up from the seat, shaking him vigorously back-and-forth. “I thought you were fucking dead!” You yelled, tears streaming down your face.
“Whoa, whoa!” He grabbed your arms forcing you to stop shaking him. “It’s okay. I’m not dead!” He tried to reach and cup your face, but you smacked his hand away.
“I was grieving! I thought my best friend died in a fiery explosion!”
It had now dawned on Jack how much he had fucked up by leaving you in the dark. Still, it was a necessary evil. As he thought about what to do, you paced your living room furiously. Continuing to throw jabs at the man.
“I’m sorry.” Soft words made you pause, feet padding to a stop.
Across the room you stared at him. His expression was forlorn, those sad puppy-dog eyes unable to look at yours.
“I didn’t mean— No, didn’t want—” He grumbled to himself. “This wasn’t how this was supposed to go!” He threw his hands up in exasperation.
“How this was supposed to— Jack, why are you here?” You had suddenly realized the predicament you had now found yourself in.
If anyone found out that you were harboring a wanted criminal… There was no way you could afford a lawyer. Your life would be utterly ruined.
“I needed a safe house. And…” He gestured around your apartment. “You were the only person I could think of.”
Despite the chaos, his words shot straight to your heart. After all this time, the first person he thought of was you. You felt like you were sixteen again. The image of Jack before you melting into his awkward teen self. Back then, you would’ve done anything for him, because you knew he would’ve done the same. Seems like times never really changed. Even if he faked his death.
“Okay.” You let out a long breath. “You can stay—.”
“Yes!” After pumping his fist, Jack walked up to you with open arms. Raising a hand, you stopped him.
“But, you need to tell me everything. And I mean everything.”
His eyes widened, but he nodded. With his acceptance of your terms, you fell into his embrace. He squeezed you in a tight hug, eyes shut as he took in your presence. It had been too long, much too long. He almost forgot just how right it felt to be with you.
Jack shared it all with you. How it began, the tarot cards, the abandoned apartment. Meeting the magicians he admired greatly. Then came the big plan, multiple heists elaborately set up to take down a corrupt insurance company.
“I made sure your little sister got money too. She was at the show.”
Your eyes widened, she never told you she had gotten money. Two years ago she was diagnosed with leukemia, the insurance company denied coverage for necessary treatments. This led to your parents going into a huge amount of medical debt. When she went into remission it was a sad celebration. Sure, the cancer was gone, but the future looked so uncertain for her and your family. You did what you could to help them, but you could only do so much.
Now that you thought about it, you realized she hadn’t asked for your help recently. Likely because she had received thousands to get rid of all of the debt. However, you felt a bit saddened by the fact that she hadn’t informed you of this news.
“She never told me.”
“Most people would hide the fact that they received a significant sum of money through a robbery.”
“Fair enough.” You nodded, though it still didn’t ease your concerns that much. She still could have told you. “What now?” You looked at him, attempting to get a read on your old friend.
“The final steps of the plan.”
“Is that all I’m going to get?”
“It’s all I can give you.” His eyes were sad.
Shaking your head, you let out a scoff.
“So I let you stay here as you fake your death, risking my own safety, and you won’t even grant me any details?”
“It’s complicated.” He reached for your hand. At first you took it back, but the sadness on his face made you place your hand in his open palm. He grasped it, thumb softly trailing over the top. “I’m already putting you at risk. If I tell you more, you will be even more involved.” He sighed. “At least if we get caught we could spin it that I’m holding you hostage. If you know more, they will get it out of you.”
“The less I know, the better.” You conceded.
“Exactly.”
Sighing, you gripped his hand tightly.
“Can you promise me something?” You asked softly.
He waited for you to finish your request before answering, he didn’t want to make a promise to you he couldn’t keep. It wasn’t in his nature to break a vow.
“When all of this is over, tell me everything.” You smiled at him. “I’m sure you’ve been dying to brag about your exploits to someone other than the Horsemen.”
Jack beamed at you, chuckling lightheartedly. There it was, that old teasing that annoyed the hell out of each other. God, he forgot how much he had missed it. How much he had missed you.
“I think I can manage to do that.” He said. You quirked a brow at him, waiting for him to acknowledge the rest of your statement. He let out an amused huff, that classic smirk playing on his lips. “And I have been wanting to tell you all about it.”
That had your heart swelling in your chest. He didn’t want to tell just anyone, he wanted to tell YOU.
Perhaps that shouldn’t be too far-fetched. After all, the two of you were your neighborhood’s magician duo. Jack was significantly more talented, but you had managed to learn a card and disappearing coin trick. It still entertained your younger cousins to this date. Jack however, was an absolute genius when it came to magic. Performing tricks you couldn’t even begin to figure out. Always managing to pickpocket you without noticing. Vanishing out of nowhere. Somehow discovering the ability to throw cards with an almost deadly precision; that one gave you quite the nasty papercut when he was first practicing.
“I can’t tell you what comes next, but I can tell you how I evaded the FBI.” He grinned mischievously, clearly proud of himself.
“Is that how your little car chase started?” You crossed your arms over your chest with an unamused look.
“Maayybee…” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, avoiding your hard gaze. “It was pretty cool though.” He turned back to you with a grin.
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh yeah.” He scooted closer to you on the couch, buzzing with energy. “This one guy, oh fuck, what’s his name…” He snapped his fingers trying to remember. “Ah, whatever. Doesn’t matter his name, he’s been after us the whole time. They found me at our hideout apartment, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.”
“You fought the cops?!” Again, perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised. Jack had always been a scrappy guy.
“It wasn’t very fair, for them at least. Used my disappearing act and my cards to throw them off.” He reached behind your ear, pulling out an ace of spades. “And I’ve gotten real good at my mimicry.” He cleared his throat, changing his voice. “Look at me I’m an FBI agent! I couldn’t even manage to beat a lil’ ole’ magician. It’s all just silly party tricks!”
You stared at him dumbfounded, mouth agape in awe.
“How long did it take for you to learn that?”
“Mmm a few sentences, give or take.” He waved his hand in an uncertain motion.
“Sentences?!”
“Sentences.” He nodded with a smug smile.
“No fucking way.”
“You heard my skills.” He leaned towards you, the proximity making you blush. “Yet you still doubt me?”
Scowling with discomfort, you shoved your friend away. In turn, he threw one of your throw pillows at your face. It smacked right on your forehead, making your head fall back. After taking a moment to recover, you let out a hearty laugh. Grabbing the pillow from behind you, you tackled Jack. Straddling him, you pressed the pillow against his face smothering him.
“So you REALLY wanna die, eh, Wilder?” You jeered.
The man easily shoved the pillow away with a chuckle. The action removed your stability, making you land on top of him. Your faces were extremely close. Skittering up, you tried to hide your deep blush. Jack didn’t let you get far, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you back down against him.
“Ah, ah. No you don’t.”
“Jack…” You murmured, turning your face away from him.
“C’mon… I finally get to see you and you're trying this again?”
“This? Again?” You moved your gaze, locking with his.
“You know…” His eyes darted away, then back to you. Nerves had him chewing on his lip. “Us, this. Our back-and-forths. Dancing around…”
“Dancing around?” You pressed him, feeling your heart rate speed up.
There was no way, right? No way that the man before you was about to tell you the thing that you had wanted to hear from him since high school. Those late nights on the rooftops of your homes, counting the few stars you could see and sharing your hopes for the future. The school dances where you were always each others’ date since you were best friends, even if it was extremely awkward and intimate during those slow dances. Him telling you that kissing another girl for a school play didn’t mean anything. You hadn’t thought of it at all, yet he still wanted you to know. Neither of you had a serious relationship. Little did you know, it was because you were both waiting for each other.
“Do I really have to spell it out? We’re not in high school anymore…”
“Then just say it, Jack.”
“I’m in love with you. I have been, for a long time now.” He watched your response, concerned as your brows furrowed with worry. “And I know, or at least hope, you feel the same.”
Again, you were filled with a confusing mix of emotions. Anger; why did he wait until now? Sadness; so it took him joining an international band of criminals to finally confess? Happiness; dammit, did it really matter the circumstances that brought you here? At least you were finally here. It was settled in your mind.
Without hesitation, you pressed your lips to his. He let out a surprised sound, then melted into your kiss. His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against yours. Softly, you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip. Accepting the invite, his mouth slightly opened. The two of your tongues tangled together as you let out tandem moans. Pulling away, you looked down on him with admiration sparkling in your eyes.
“I do feel the same.” Realizing you had been caught up in the moment, you let out a frustrated huff. “And of course you decide to confess to me now.”
“No time like the present, right?” Your shift in demeanor didn’t appear to bother him in the slightest.
“Don’t die on me.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “You’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled into the kiss.
The two of you ended up in your bedroom, you found yourself being tossed onto your bed. The rusty springs creaked loudly under the sudden pressure. Jack crawled on top of you, the bed groaning even more. Both of you paused, cracking smirks and cackling at the awkward noises. He pressed up and down on the bed, still chuckling at the noise.
“Guess we can’t really stay quiet.”
“Sorry, mattresses are expensive.” You shrugged. “Besides, I’ve been waiting way too long to not enjoy this to the fullest.”
“So you’re a virgin?” He shot a cheeky grin down at you.
You shoved your hand into his cheek, pushing him away playfully.
“I’m not a virgin, FYI.” You stuck your tongue out at him, which he took as an invite. Leaning down and tangling his tongue with yours as you let out a surprised gasp. “Jack!” You sputtered, wiping off the shared saliva surrounding your lips. “Gosh, you’re gross.”
“I couldn’t help it. Your tongue was just begging for more.”
“Guess times don’t really change.” You teased.
He let out a chuckle, recalling the memory that you were referencing. The two of you were dared to kiss by neighborhood kids. Neither of you knew what you were doing, both going off of what you had seen on television and in movies. Jack took that advice from Hollywood, and tongued your mouth from the start. The event left you feeling very against the notion of kissing ever again.
“I think I might have a few new tricks up my sleeves.” Jack smirked at you.
“Prove it, my mysterious magician.” Your voice was sultry, making him visibly shiver.
“Prepare to have your mind blown.” He winked, then pressed a deep kiss to your lips.
His mouth continued to trail hot kisses down your throat. Noticing your clothing was in the way of his affections, he pushed up your shirt. You finished the removal, ripping it off and tossing it to the side. At the sight of your bare chest, Jack let out a low whistle. Red bloomed on your face as his eyes trailed over your exposed skin.
“You’re staring…” You muttered, your arms about to cover your chest.
“C’mon, don’t be like that. I’ve waited years to see your tits…” He gave you a pout.
Rolling your eyes, you planted your arms at your sides. “Better?” You huffed, though you couldn’t help the smile growing on your lips.
“Oh, much better.” He swooped down, kissing your lips then trailing to your exposed chest. Hot lips wrapped around one of your nipples, making you push your chest up with a surprised cry. One of his hands cupped your free breast, tweaking the nipple. Relishing in the moans and squeaks he drew out of you, he continued to play with your breasts.
Eventually, he continued onward. Slowly kissing down your stomach, lips landing at the top of your pants. Lifting your hips, you helped him pull off the article, leaving you only in your underwear.
Taking a moment of breath, he pulled off his shirt, revealing an extremely toned torso. Your eyes widened as you took in the surprising reveal. In a shocking turn, Jack appeared almost sheepish. Chuckling awkwardly as he waited for you to say something.
“P90X?” You giggled.
“Nah, pilates.” He grinned.
“When did you get hot?”
“Are you saying that I wasn’t hot this whole time?”
You nodded your head side to side, with an unconvinced whining sound.
“I mean, you’ve always been cute.” You smirked cheekily.
Rolling his eyes, he leaned in to kiss you. Your tongues tangled together, eliciting shared moans between the two of you. He certainly was significantly more skilled than he had been in his youth. Expertly teasing your lips and the tip of your tongue, dipping in just enough to feel wonderfully pleasant.
Jack was still in donning his pants, something you decided to remedy. As you reached for the button, your hand brushed over the bulge in the fabric. Choking out a gasp, you were met with another new surprise from the man.
“Christ, you’re fucking huge!” You pulled back from him, looking down at where your hand was now cupping at his crotch.
“Seriously?” He was beginning to become frustrated at these intermittent interruptions.
“Yeah! I just didn’t picture you’d be hung like a horse.”
“I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.” He scoffed.
“No, I can already tell.” You eyed the bulge again. “Guess there’s only one way to really find out…” You bit your lip, reaching for his pants again.
He let you strip him down, proving your previous statement. His thick hard cock lightly slapped against his lower stomach. The sight alone had you whining pathetically. Fuck, he was huge.
Of all of the times you had pictured yourself getting with him, you hadn’t actually put much thought into what he was hiding below the belt. It was likely that your imagination would not have done him any justice. Not with a mouthwatering sight like that appearing in front of you.
Before you could do anything, Jack had you pushed onto your back. Warm hands spread your thighs, before hot kisses trailed up your legs. Reaching your thigh, you felt a sharp nip at the sensitive skin. Leaving a small mark, he moved up to where you needed him most. He pressed a kiss over your clothed heat, the small sparks of pleasure had your hips jolting. Quickly, Jack removed the final barrier between him and your pussy. Groaning, Jack took in the sight of your glistening glory. Your pussy slick with want, just begging for him to have a taste. Who was he to not indulge in that request.
Without warning, he dove in. Tongue swiping through your dripping folds, making you cry out. He licked up a stripe, swirling around your clit. Then, his tongue dropped down, diving into your sensitive hole. Fuck, it had been too long since you had gotten some, and your body was making you feel every bit of his ministrations tenfold. Each lick against your heat pulled out moans and whines from your throat. Sounds that Jack had only ever dreamed about, never believing he could hear them for himself.
Not wishing to end this real-life experience, Jack continued to play at your pussy with his tongue. Languidly lapping up and down, occasionally circling and sucking on your clit. He watched you writhe in ecstasy before him, memorizing every action that made you squirm with pleasure.
Soon enough, you felt a familiar heat beginning to burn inside of you. Embers bursting into flames with each lick against your pussy. With the way he was going at it, you didn’t know how long you would last. Never before had anyone even got you remotely this close to climaxing so quickly, you had barely even done it yourself. Perhaps Jack had learned quite some new tricks when he had been away from you.
All it took was a final swirl around your sensitive nub. Your entire body shook, making you cry out. White hot pleasure coursed through your body, making you scrunch your eyes shut. Thighs clenched around his head, shaking as you rode out the earth shattering orgasm the man had bestowed upon you. As you came down from the sudden high, he lightly lapped away. Aftershocks of your orgasm shot through your body, making you shiver with a soft groan.
“T-that was unexpected…” You let out a content sigh, leaning on your elbows to look at him.
His head lolled against your thigh, a slick stained grin on his face. It was clear he was pleased with himself.
“The show’s not over, sweetheart.” He crawled up to you, pressing a heated kiss to your lips.
“Mmm, can’t wait to see your next act.” You kissed him back, tasting yourself on his tongue.
As you continued to kiss, you felt him line himself up with your soaked heat. The sensitivity brought about from your orgasm had your hips jolting. Your slick folds teased at the head of his cock, making Jack groan. Slowly, he pressed in. His thick cock filling you inch by inch.
“F-fuck…” He breathed out shakily.
“Mhmmm…” You felt your eyes roll back.
Both of you let out moans of satisfaction. You reveled in the fullness that you were being indulged in, and him shaking as he felt your quivering walls clench and unclench around his cock.
The thick tip of his cock smushed deep into your sweet spot, making you keen. Your bare chest brushed against his as you cried out. Above you, Jack smirked. His chest puffed out in pride as he watched you writhe beneath him with pleasure.
The show was far from over though. He pulled out, then shoved his cock deep within you again. A brutal pace had begun, hitting you right where you needed him most. That gooey spot was hit over and over again, his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit with each thrust. Both spots began to grow that pressure within your belly. Each hit had you moaning louder and louder.
In your head you whispered an apology to your neighbors, but you could barely give a damn about your noise when the person you had ached for the most was providing you with ecstasy you couldn’t even imagine was possible. Yet, here you were, pussy being pummeled with pleasure.
Jack groaned as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure beneath him. How many nights had he spent imagining this exact scenario? Nothing he could dream up would match reality. Hearing your sounds of pleasure, feeling your heat pulsing around his aching cock. No, there was no machination he could form that could come close to this. Finally, finally… He gritted his teeth, holding himself back from just busting within you. It was becoming difficult, but he needed to feel you finish. Have your cunt tighten around his length. Hear your scream of ecstasy as he brought you to the edge.
Thankfully, your orgasm was nearing. Your whines growing closer together as his cock fucked deep into you. Making sure the tip kissed right into your sweet spot with each thrust. Looking at you, he couldn’t help but press a deep kiss to your lips. Only slightly pulling back to mumble sweet nothings.
“You look so good like this. Like you were made for this…” He purred, then groaned as he felt you tighten around him. “You like that?” He smirked against your lips before kissing you once more.
At this point, you couldn’t conjure up words. Only nodding as he brought you closer and closer to your climax. Each press sent pure pleasure coursing through your body. The pressure in your core continued to grow, then you felt it burst. White hot pleasure had your body shaking as you cried out. Your sounds of pleasure were swallowed by Jack’s mouth as he pressed a deep kiss to your lips. Groaning, he spilled inside of you. A satisfying heat filled you as you climaxed together. Your pussy milked his cock as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Thighs tightened around his middle, holding him close to you.
Breathing heavily, you came down from your highs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Jack looked into your eyes. A bright grin was on his face as affection lit up in his gaze. You couldn’t help but press a kiss to his lips.
“Wow…” He breathed out.
“Wow.” You nodded with him.
He cupped your cheek softly, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, he couldn’t help but keep looking into your eyes. His heart swelled at the sight of you staring back at him with deep affection. You shared another deep kiss before pulling apart.
As he slipped out of you, you both groaned. A sad loss, but one you had a feeling would be refilled shortly. Flopping down beside you, Jack was still catching his breath.
“Thank you.” He croaked out.
“Thank me? I should be thanking you.” You chuckled, turning to look at him lovingly. “How did you get so good at that?”
i don't recall if i've popped a req in here , so disregard if i already have requested something from you
but i was thinking about your chance fic 'with a taste of your lips' and i was thinking ,,,
could we get a chance x gn!reader who has an oral fixation ? not even a sexual oral fixation , just likes to keep their mouth occupied a lot (chewing on things, rubbing things against their lips, etc) .
maybe the reader has a habit of rubbing whatever is in their hand against their lips , and this time just so happens to be chance's d20
just a little thought 🤭🤭
bonus; here's a silly <3
Love this idea! Thank you for the request! And the art is absolutely adorable!
I did add a bit that was inspired by this drabble from @juicyasstender that was inspired by With a Taste of Your Lips... Inspiration inception!
Just a Taste
synop: You have to keep your mouth occupied and find the closest object is your D20. When Chance abruptly leaves the room, you discover that he can feel what you do to his die body. With this newfound information, you decided to have some fun...
words: 4.7K
includes: chancexgn!reader, masturbation, fondling objects, thigh fucking, orgasm denial, dom!chance, reader has a "hole" and "sex"
a/n: Guys, I love this concept that the objects can feel when you interact with their object form! Also, this is smutty. No minors!
“Stop biting your nails, you’re gonna get yourself sick.” Your mother snatched your hand from your mouth.
“I can’t help it!” You whined.
It was true, you had a natural inclination to put whatever was in your hands to your mouth. Which in this case, happened to be your actual hand. When your mother released it back to you, you looked over your nails. Bitten down, almost bleeding. Even in your little childhood brain you knew this was likely a problem.
“I suppose we can try and find something to help.” Your mother sighed.
This issue probably came from your father, who also had issues with keeping things out of his mouth. Especially his fingers.
“How about gum, hmm?” She eyed the stand over the grocery store conveyor belt. “You’re old enough to have that, right?” She looked down at you.
You shrugged, pretty sure you had tried it once before.
“Yeah, you’re old enough.” She snatched a pack of bubblegum, adding it to the rest of the groceries.
When you exited the store, she handed you a piece. You popped it into your mouth and began chewing, finding the sensation quite satisfying. Thus, you had found at least one way to curb the need to comply with your oral fixation.
Almost two decades later, you sit at your home office. Back to old bad habits, fingers in your mouth. You had been forgetting to purchase gum with your groceries ever since you couldn’t leave the house. Seeing the stand at the checkout was always a visual reminder, one you no longer had to aid you. For now, you found yourself chewing at your nails, or fidgeting with a nearby object on your lips. The latter happened to be less dangerous to your unsuspecting fingers.
“You know, you’re gonna get sick if you keep doing that.” Mac sat in front of you as you typed away at their keyboard.
“You sound like my mom.” You said, pulling out your thumb and inspecting it. A ragged tip of your nail greeted you, the skin around it red. “Though, you’re probably right.”
“Phoenicia, could you add spearmint gum to the grocery list for the weekend?” You asked your phone.
“You got it!” She cheerily spoke, putting the item on your list.
While you wouldn’t have your oral aid for a few days, at least you remembered to add it this time.
For now, you would have to find something else to keep your mouth occupied. From your peripheral, you spotted your lucky D20. The object had witnessed its fair share of days dancing upon your lips. Occasionally receiving a nibble.
Shrugging your shoulders, you picked it up. Returning to your work on your computer you brought the die to your lips. Unaware of what exactly you were doing.
From the end of your desk, Chance sucked in a groan. Feeling your lips ghost over various parts of his body. Eyes narrowing, he sent a glare to Mac. Of course they had to point out your habit. Leading you to unconsciously teasing him.
Ever the people pleaser, Chance would never let you know how your actions affected him. He could only picture how embarrassed it would make you. Instead, he forced himself to suffer in silence. Watching as you brushed your lips over his die body, shivering with each touch.
Looking to your side, you spotted Chance hunched over behind his GM screen. Peeking over, you saw him looking up at you with a red face.
“S-sorry!” You sputtered. “I swear I wasn’t trying to see what you were working on…” You obviously lied.
“Mhmm, sure…” He held in a groan as you rubbed the die across your lips, feeling a kiss against his chest. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind during our next session. Your character is at what…” he glanced down at his notes, “17 hp?” He gave you a cheeky grin, glad that your discussion of G&G was distracting him from what you were doing to his body.
“Whaaaat??” You shuffled around your desk, looking for your character sheet. “Ah shit.”
There it was, “17/85 hp”. Ugh, you’d probably have to take healing potion if you were planning on not dying next session.
“If you hope to keep your mortal soul, I suggest not looking over the screen.” He teased.
Despite his mind’s attempts at pushing away the feelings moving though his body, you still were affecting the dice greatly. The red in his face growing darker and darker with each press of your lips to his body.
You spotted his flustered state, concern on your face.
“Is everything alright?” You turned back to him, die still pressed against your lips.
His eyes darted to your mouth, then to your eyes.
“Uh, yeah.” He choked out.
This was beginning to become unbearable. Then, of course you just had to do it. That one habit of yours that had him going absolutely insane. With just the smallest amount of teeth, you nibbled on the 19 side. Chance let out an audible groan as he felt your teeth graze the sweet spot in the crook of his neck.
“You sure you’re good?” You pulled the die from your mouth, setting it on the table. Reaching for Chance, you placed a hand on his forehead. His skin felt extremely hot to the touch.
“I-I’m fine! Really!” He brushed your hand away.
“Your head is really hot. You sure you’re not sick?” Worry, furrowed your brow.
“Us objects can’t get sick, heh.” He brushed you off again.
“If you say so…” You left it at that, returning to concentrating on your computer.
The die was back to your mouth.
No, no, no, not that side! Chance practically melted into a puddle as your lips pressed to his seven side. Feeling a soft warmth press right against his rock-hard crotch.
Suddenly, the man shot up. The red still burning against his cheeks. You and the other objects gave him a concerned look.
“Ah, um, if you’ll excuse me!” As nonchalantly as possible, he cupped his hands over his crotch, then shuffled off into whatever space he lived in, one that you had yet to see.
In his little home, Chance rubbed a hand down his face with a groan. How much more of this would he be able to take? Sure, he managed when you didn’t know of his living existence. He was easily able to run off and take care of himself. Now, with you being able to see him, it was significantly more difficult to hide. However, admitting what you do to him? Oh, he absolutely could not handle the embarrassment that would bring you.
For now, he would have to manage it the only way he knew how: jacking off when you weren’t looking.
Sitting down with thud, Chance cupped himself over his pants. Giving himself a tight squeeze, he let out a satisfied moan. Pulling down his pants and boxers, his hard cock flopped out against his stomach. Gripping himself tightly, he began to pump at his length. His thumb brushing over the underside of his reddened tip.
As he ran his fist up and down he thought about you. About your lips on him. Ones that he could still feel right now. You pressed the six side to your mouth. A kiss pressed against his thigh, making him moan. Then you slid the die to the seven, making his cock jump. Fuck. Precum beaded at the tip of his cock as he felt your lips on him.
The mixture of your mouth and his hand would have him cumming in no time.
Then, there it was again, your teeth nibbling on the die. This time on the 12 down his chest. As you moved the die along your lips, you pressed against his lower stomach.
With you no longer being around, Chance let himself be loud. Moaning and praising your actions as you made him near his climax. Each pump of his cock emphasized the feeling of your mouth on his body.
A final press of your lips to the seven was his undoing. His balls tightening, then long strands of cum bursting out of him. Coating his hand with warmth as he continued to overstimulate himself with more pumps.
“Ah, ah, fuck. You feel so fucking good.” He moaned out. If only you knew…
As you sat unaware in your office, Mac snickered knowingly. Turning away from where Chance had run off to, you gave them a confused look.
“What’s so funny?” You asked.
“Oh nothing…” They trailed, eyes dropping to the die at your lips.
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Your eyes narrowed. “Spill.”
“Aww, but you’re so fun to tease.” Mac leaned their hands on their knees, cocking their head playfully.
Narrowing your eyes further, the computer conceded with a sigh.
“You know we can feel you interacting with the objects, right? It’s not like I’ve gushed over your double-clicking or anything…”
“Yeah, I thought that was obvious.” You said, unsure of where this was going.
Mac coughed into their hand, motioning at the object pressed against your mouth. Eyes widening, you removed the die. Placing it down and lifting up your hands as if it were something extremely delicate.
“You mean…” You sucked in a harsh breath, eyes wide. “He, he felt…”
“Everything.” Mac finished for you.
“Oh. Oh no.” Your eyes were filled with horror at the realization.
“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Mac waved you off.
“Why shouldn't I worry? I’ve been mouthing at Chance without even knowing!” You groaned, making your head fall into your hands.
“Why do you think he hasn’t told you?” Mac gave you a pointed look.
Peeking through your fingers, your eyes widened again. That’s right, he hadn’t ever told you. This wasn’t a habit of yours that just began, you had been doing it for years. Yet, Chance, not even once, had told you.
“He likes it?”
“I mean, all of us kinda do…” Mac trailed. “However, Chance has been one of the luckier ones you tend to play with.”
“What am I supposed to do now that I know this?” You asked, voice cracking.
Inside you were filled with a weird mixture of embarrassment and intrigue. On the one hand, you had literally been kissing and nibbling on Chance’s body this entire time. On the other hand, Chance had never said anything about it. Which could mean that he liked it, or he could be absolutely mortified about it.
Thinking on it though, you remembered his state earlier. Red in the face and stuttering. It didn’t seem like the embarrassed kind. More like the flustered kind. Then there was the fact that he had run away. Run away while covering his crotch… Oh god… He liked it!
A lightbulb went off in your head, and a mischievous grin grew on your face. One that Mac caught. They quirked a brow, wondering where your head was at.
“Care to share your thoughts? You’re giving me that look you get when you come up with something new for a self-insert fic.”
“Oh, I have some ideas…” You chuckled to yourself.
Chance had always interested you. He was one of the very first items you came across when you first received the Dateviators. At first sight, you were pretty much smitten. The personified D20 charming you immediately. It didn’t help that he was quite the flirt, especially when he was in his GM mode.
Having the knowledge that you were able to affect him in such a way, well that was a fun surprise to say the least. A surprise that you would be taking advantage of.
You glanced at the calendar on your computer, letting out an amused huff. In just two days, you would have your next session with Chance. A session that you will be enjoying greatly.
When Chance returned to the office, you had already left. While part of him was disappointed, another part of him let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t know if he could face you after what he had just done. Little did he know, you were about to make things worse for him.
For the next two days you decided to make sure you were right about your suspicions regarding Chance. Continuing to play with his die by your lips whenever you were in the office. Testing out different ways to mess with your favorite D20.
With each press of your lips to the die, you watched him out of your peripheral vision. Every time he felt your mouth on him, his face grew red and his breathing grew labored. He did his best to hold himself together, but found himself running off to take care of himself before things got too bad. If you continued to mouth him like that, he surely would cum in his pants. While his condition was certainly embarrassing, he could not be seen doing that.
Every reaction you gained from him, you catalogued in your mind. Making sure you knew exactly what got him going.
From your observations, you found that each side of his die resulted in a response from a different part of his body. You noted that the seven and eight elicited more intriguing results.
Soon enough, the day of your next G&G session arrived. Across the table you sat with a smirk. Looking at you over his screen, Chance raised a questioning brow.
“What are you looking so smug about?” He asked, fingers below his chin as he attempted to get a read on you.
“Oh nothing… I just know how I’m going to get my way this session.” You said, the smirk turning into a cheeky grin.
“Is that so?”
“It very much is.” Your finger messed with his die on the table.
You watched as he began to shuffle in his seat uncomfortably. Tracing around the six, you saw him shudder. The feeling of your finger stroking over his thigh, almost making him keen. He managed to hold himself back, a blush begging to bloom on his neck.
“R-right, we’ll see about that.” He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Anyways, shall we begin?”
“We shall!” You gave him a soft smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes. Instead, something else swirled in your irises. Something that had Chance shivering.
He cleared his throat again, then cracked his knuckles. Surely he could make it through his session, right?
Very quickly, you proved him wrong. The die brought to your lips as you concentrated on Chance’s storytelling.
“So, you’re currently fighting against a group of undead skeletons and a necromancer in the kingdom’s cemetery. Right now you are 17 health. It is your turn to go…”
As you looked over your character sheet, you pressed your lips to the die. An action that could be seen as wholly innocent, though the intentional placement of your lips was most certainly not. The 10 slid over your bottom lip, making Chance feel a kiss upon his lower belly. The feeling made him visibly shiver.
“Hmmm…” You moved the die to the six side. His thigh received the warm caress of your lips. “I think I’ll pop a healing potion for now.” You set the die down.
When you released your hold on the die, you swore you heard him sigh. This was torture for him. Blissful, sexy torture, but torture nonetheless.
“Okay, roll your two D4 please.”
You rolled the dice, earning you five points of health back. When you finished your roll, Chance’s D20 returned to your mouth. The man let out a huff at the feeling.
Looking at him, you caught his gaze. Pupils blown out, mouth slightly hung open as if he was trying to catch his breath. Just a dusting of red on his cheeks as he held himself back. Catching your gaze, Chance was taken aback. There was a knowing look in your eyes.
He watched as his die moved over your lips. Then, your fingers twisted it around. The seven side now pressed to them. Keeping eye contact, you added more pressure. Kissing the die deliberately.
Chance let out a soft grunt, doing his best not to moan out as you mouthed at the die equivalent of his dick. Then, you were mean. Tongue lightly flicking out against the number.
There it was in your eyes, that mischievous, knowing look. One that had a smirk written on your face as you toyed with the die.
You knew! You fucking knew!
As if your tongue wasn’t enough, you moved the die again. This time nibbling on the 19. You watched with amusement at Chance lifted his neck to the feeling of your teeth scraping along his throat. Then, you set the die back down.
“Y-you,” Chance caught his breath, “you regain five points of health back.” He croaked.
“Awesome. I’d like to use my bonus action to prepare to dodge.” You said, that smirk still on your lips.
“Of course.” He did his best to regain his composure.
It was now the enemies’ turn, in more ways than one it seemed.
“One of the skeletons is going to attack you with its longswoooord, oh!” Your tongue was back on the seven. “It, it-” His face had gone bright red now.
“It what?” You pulled back the die, a small strand of saliva breaking away as you did so.
“It hits!” He gasped out as your tongue returned.
Why was he continuing to let this go on? He knew, oh he knew why. This was only something he could dream of. You knowingly teasing him. However, he knew it would become unbearable if he didn’t do something about it.
“You didn’t roll though, how did it hit?” You played coy with another cheeky grin.
“It just does.” He said through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing as you returned to pressing the die against your lips.
“Does it, now?” You nipped at the five, the feeling of your teeth hitting the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh.
“F-fuck. Yes it does!” He slammed his hands on the table, pushing himself up.
As he lifted up, your eyes darted to the prominent bulge in his pants. The sight had your mouth watering. Oh, you could get used to this. Moving your gaze up, you shivered as you met Chance’s eyes. They were dark, filled with hunger.
His hands gripped at the table harshly. Fingernails biting into the wood as he tried to keep himself composed.
You didn’t stop messing with his die. Mouthing around various sides, just slightly avoiding the numbers that would stimulate his sex. A teasing smirk on your lips as you trailed the die along them.
That darkness in his eyes grew as he let out an audible groan. How much more could he take before he snapped? By now he had to be close to his boiling point. With his shivering body and labored breathing, he would crack soon.
Staring straight into his eyes, you flicked your tongue out on the seven. There it was, a spark of something even deeper in Chance’s eyes. Want.
With what little composure he had, Chance marched over to you. Your eyes trailed to his chest as you watched him inhale and release harsh breaths.
Giving him an innocent bat of your lashes, you looked up at him with a confused stare. Cocking your head to the side as you read the frustration on his face.
“Is something wrong?” You asked sweetly, pressing the die to your lips.
“Get up.” It wasn’t a question, it was a command.
“Why should I?” You decided to tease, see how far you could really push him.
“Because I’m not asking.” He placed a hand on the back of your chair, leaning his large frame over your body.
“Maybe you should.” You kissed the six of the die. “It’s polite.”
“Get up. Or I will make you.”
Oh. Well that was certainly new. Something that you were very interested in.
“As you wish.”
He moved away, letting you stand up. As soon as you were on your feet, the man walked you back. Pressing you against your office wall, making you let out a sharp gasp.
“What’s this all about?” You cocked your head with a coy smile.
“You and I know very well what ‘this’ is about.” He practically spat.
He was now nose to nose with you. Hot breaths fanning your face as he pinned you to the wall.
“What exactly am I supposed to ‘know’, Chance?”
The die in your hand returned to your lips. You gave it a little nip, watching with amusement as his eyes scrunched shut with a groan. Opening them, you were met with that deep look of want once more. It had you shivering.
“Care if I show you?” He asked lowly.
“Be my guest.” You feigned an air of confidence, but couldn’t help the slight waver in your voice. His dominating presence had you squirming.
Slowly, he leaned towards you. Lips puckered to kiss you. Fluttering your eyes shut, you leaned in. Only a low chuckle met you. Instead, Chance’s head turned to kiss up your jaw and down your neck. The featherlight kisses had you letting out soft whines.
When his mouth reached the crook of your neck, he gave you a soft bite. The feeling had you yelping, making Chance bite you again. This time, lightly scraping his teeth up your neck.
When he pulled away, he appraised his work. Dark marks now forming around your pulse point and sweet spots along the column of your throat. His thumb lightly brushed over one of the bruises as he let out a satisfied huff.
“Now, do you know what I’m talking about?” He leaned toward you with an amused hum. Loving the way you squirmed from his close proximity.
But he couldn’t win that easily.
“No, I don’t know.” You grinned at him, eyes sparkling teasingly.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed your wrist. Holding up the hand that held his die in front of your face.
“Don’t try to play coy. I know you know.”
“You still have yet to tell me what I ‘know’, exactly.” You teased.
“Fine.” He let out a harsh breath. “I can play this game too, you know?” He released your hand.
His own warm hands slid up your body. Softly caressing you. Leaning in, he whispered into your ear.
“Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you want me to keep going…well…” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see.”
“I won’t stop you.” You cocked your head to the side giving him a challenging stare.
With the dice in your hand you brought it to your lips, giving it a kiss on the seven side. You watched Chance shudder and groan at the feeling.
Suddenly, your hand was pinned to the wall.
“Do that again, see what happens.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
With surprising strength, Chance flipped you around. Shoving your chest into the wall. From behind, you felt him press against your body. The outline of his hard cock pushed against your ass.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” He breathed against your ear. “Do you know what it’s like?” He groaned, grinding himself against you.
“Know what, what’s like?” You asked quietly.
“What it’s like,” his hand slid down your torso and teased over your pants, “to be touched, but you can’t do anything about it.”
Gasping, you tried to cross your legs as he cupped over your sex. With his thigh, he pushed your legs apart. He tsked you with a click of his tongue.
“Nuh uh, you’re not running away from this.” His hand returned to playing with you over your pants. “After all, I couldn’t run away from you.”
“B-but you did. You always left the room.” You looked at him over your shoulder, shivering at the lustful gaze deep in his eyes.
“I certainly tried. But I couldn’t really escape you. Not your lips, not your kisses, your tongue, the biting.” He emphasized the final word with a bite to your shoulder.
“Ah, mmph!” You moaned as his hand continued to cup over you. Teasing you with light strokes and squeezes.
As he continued to touch you, you felt yourself growing more and more aroused. Needing some type of friction to assist you. However, Chance didn’t appear to care all too much. Enjoying the sounds of your whimpers and moans as you helplessly took what he gave you.
Pulling his hand back, you let out a whine. From behind you heard the shuffling of his pants. Chance let them hit the floor. Looking over your shoulder you moaned at the sight.
Chance stood there, his cock out and standing proud. His length, thick and delicious looking. Fuck, you needed it.
For a moment, Chance watched you. His hand wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping away. Beads of precum dripping down the shaft. The amused smirk on his face indicated how much he enjoyed watching you squirm.
“Chance…” You let out a groan.
“Yes?” His voice held a teasing lilt.
“Please…”
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please just do something!” You whined, dropping your head in exasperation.
“I am doing something.” He groaned, gripping his dick tighter and pumping faster.
“You know what I mean!” You huffed in frustration.
“Do I? You didn’t seem to understand what I was telling you earlier.” He stopped touching himself.
Pressing his body against yours, he spoke into your ear.
“So tell me,” he purred, “What. Do. You. Know?” You felt his cock press into your backside.
“I know! I know that you can feel what happens to your die!” The time for teasing was over, you needed him, NOW.
“Was that so hard?” He chuckled, placing a soft kiss under your ear.
Quickly, Chance pulled down your pants and underwear. Warm hands grabbed at the swell of your ass, giving it a squeeze. One of his hands trailed between your legs, cupping your bare sex. The action had you jolting. Every part of your being was on fire from his teasing. Buzzing with an ever growing energy that you wished to dispel.
Pushing between your legs, you felt Chance’s thick cock. He groaned at the feel of your plush thighs squeezing around his length. The head of his cock brushed up against your awaiting hole, but he didn’t push in. No, instead he continued to fuck your thighs. Gripping them tightly as he thrust in and out. His cock just barely teasing your sex as it brushed past. You whined at the lack of friction, but the man behind you didn’t let up.
He moaned as he continued to fuck between your legs. Occasionally teasing your hole, but never entering you. A smug smirk on his face as you looked over your shoulder with a glare.
“Chance, please!” You cried out as he brushed up against your most sensitive parts. “I can’t take it. Please just fuck me!”
“No.” He said lowly as he continued to pummel himself between your legs.
He leaned over your shoulder, biting into it again.
“You’re gonna take me like a good little slut. Since you like teasing me like one. So, no whining or complaining.” He growled into your ear before nipping it lightly.
“I can’t take it!” You felt tears of desperation prick at your eyes.
“Yes you can.” He moaned, feeling his climax grow nearer.
“N-no! It’s too much! Please!” Your whimpers only spurred him on.
Forcing your hips back he fucked between your thighs over and over. Cock brushing up to your hole for the barest amount of friction.
With a final pump, he let out the lewdest moan. Cock spraying out ropes of cum, painting your thighs white. His arms wrapped around your middle as he shook with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
His lips pressed soft wet kisses up your throat. Warm hands caressed at your sides.
Slipping out of your thighs, he groaned lowly. Turning around, you saw the man red in the face. His chest heaving with labored breaths. Despite his tired state, he gave you a smirk.
He pulled up his pants and walked up to you. Gripping your chin, he brought your face to his. Softly, he pecked your lips. Giving you just a taste of him. He let you go, then turned to walk away. Throwing a cheeky grin over his shoulder, he spoke.
synop: You and Chance decide to play another session of G&G. Little do you know, a special tradition of yours has him feeling all sorts of hot and bothered. i.e. You discover Chance can feel when you kiss his die.
a/n: Here's the second part for my lovely readers. Thank you for all of the love from the first one! This is pure smut! No minors!
“Oh? Did you have something else in mind?” You ask Chance with a hooded gaze.
His face turns red as he tries to find the right words. So much for his attempt at taking control. Seems like he’d remain putty in your hands as long as you were sitting on his lap.
Taking advantage of the pause, you pressed your lips to his die. Leaving a long kiss against the eight side, eliciting an overstimulated whine from the man below you. His cock jumping at the ghost of your lips.
“Ah! Fuck…” He gazes up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna get me hard again.”
“Is that a problem?” You gave him a cheeky smirk before bringing the dice back to your lips. Leaving a trail of kisses along his body, ending with his cock.
He whined again, grabbing your hips tightly with his hands. So that’s how you want to play?
His pleading syrupy gaze suddenly turned dark and calculated. Licking his lips, he pressed you closer to his body. Now back to a dominating mindset. At the move, you felt your heart rate pick up.
Leaning up, he pressed wet kisses up the column of your throat. One kiss hitting your sweet spot, making you keen. Pressing your breasts against his chest. Warm hands trailed up your shirt, cupping and squeezing them. You felt so soft. With nimble fingers, he teased at your nipples. On his lap you squirmed with a whine. Your crotch brushed up against his re-hardened length. Both of you groaned at the feeling.
“C-Chance…” You breathed out shakily.
“Hmm?” His eyes remained dark and hooded. The lustful gaze made you shiver.
“What are you doi- oh!” He pinched your nipples.
“What do you want me to do?” He asked lowly.
Oh, this was certainly a change of pace. The man that had been writhing and whining below you just mere moments ago was suddenly very, very confident. Perhaps it was a case of post-nut clarity. Regardless of the reason, you knew you wanted this. Wanted him. Badly. However, it didn’t seem like you could form a coherent sentence when your mind was soaking in his dominant manner.
“Oh, um, I…”
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” He gave you a knowing smirk.
“N-no? Ah!” He pinched your nipples again.
“Then why won’t you tell me what you want?” He lifted up your shirt, pressing soft kisses up your belly and sternum.
Pulling back, he raised a brow. Waiting for you to give him an answer.
Biting your lip, you tried to come up with something. There was nothing coming to mind though. So many options of what he could do was overwhelming. Flitting your eyes around, you wracked your brain. But no conclusion was to be found.
A warm hand took yours, grounding you. Chance brought it up to his lips placing a tender kiss against your palm.
“I can choose. I am your Game Master, after all.” He winked at you with a smirk.
How that phrase managed to be the sexiest thing ever? You have no idea, but it had you soaking your panties nonetheless.
As if he could read your thoughts, Chance dipped his fingers under your waistband. Tenderly brushing over your panties he groaned. Those dark eyes looking back into yours with a hunger that had you shivering.
“You’re soaked.” A blunt statement said in a husky voice that had you reeling. “I bet I could easily slip in and fuck you right now.”
A long moan escaped you as you felt his fingers press harshly on your clit through your panties. His thick fingers continued to tease over your clothed sex. His ministrations making you grind against his hand. Your body desperate for more friction.
A strong hand forced your hips to stay down, making you take the teasing motions.
“Look at you now, not so high and mighty anymore, yeah?” He chuckled lowly. “Think you’re the only one that’s capable of teasing?”
“N-no.” You hiccupped out as he lightly flicked over your sensitive nub. Still over your panties.
Fuck, this was frustrating. You gave him an irritated pout. He used your expression as an opportunity. Kissing you slowly, then nipping at your jutted out bottom lip. Quickly, you caved. Allowing his tongue to take over your mouth. Greedily lapping against yours with a groan.
When he pulled back, he smirked. Eyes memorizing the dazed look you held. A flush on your cheeks as your mouth hung slightly open, just begging for his tongue to tangle with yours again.
All in due time…
First, he wanted to try something. Strong arms looped around your thighs, making you lock your legs around Chance’s torso instinctively. He lifted you off the chair with himself, then lowered you onto your office rug. His body pinning you beneath him.
Slowly, his warm hands pulled off your shirt. His eyes studied you for any objections. When you nodded in approval, he quickly discarded the garment. As he looked over your exposed torso, he whistled lowly. Letting out a quiet “Holy Crit!” That you just barely made out.
You weren’t wearing a bra under your shirt. Allowing the man to see your bare glory. Again, you were like a goddess in his eyes. One that he desperately wished to worship.
He looked at your hand that was holding his die and grabbed it. Pulling it to your lips, he gave you a command.
“Kiss it.”
You obeyed kissing the die on the number five, the sweet feeling of your lips on his thigh had him shivering.
“Again.”
You nodded, kissing the 10 this time, right on his lower belly.
“Mmmph.” He held back a moan, bringing his attention to you. “Everywhere you kiss on the die, is where I will kiss you.” He watched your eyes light up at the thought.
Before you could turn the die to the eight, his hand stopped you.
“Ah, ah! Not so fast, sweetheart. Any number but the seven and eight. Got it?”
As you nodded, he released your hand. Above you, he motioned for you to continue. Deciding to start safe, you pressed a kiss to the 19. Chance let out a content sigh, then leaned down. Soft lips pressed into the crook of your neck. The kiss landing right on your sweet spot, making you shiver.
This time, you pressed a kiss to the six. Chance shuddered, cock jumping and the touch on his thigh. Looking down he gave you a smirk and airy chuckle. What a tease.
“May I?” He asked, hands resting at the top of your pants.
“You may.” You nodded a bit too enthusiastically.
Slowly, Chance peeled down your pants. He chuckled at your panties. A pair that had G&G graphics covering them.
“Were you expecting something?” He questioned with a smirk.
“Not necessarily. They’re comfy. But do you like them?”
“I love them.” He was being honest.
Maybe it was his love of the game, but you in nerdy attire did something to him. Something that had his cock straining even harder than before. As much as he enjoyed your underwear, he decided those had to go too.
Now you lay before him full bare. A mouthwatering sight to say the least. Between your legs your pussy glistened with want. Slick dripping onto your thighs.
Following the little game he had begun, Chance kissed your inner thigh. Earning him a whine. As he neared your sex, he let out a low groan. You smelled so fucking good. He couldn’t wait to get a taste.
Putting the dice to your lips you kissed the 14. Chance felt the kiss on his bicep. Tenderly, he lifted your arm, placing a kiss there.
When he pulled back he was met with your gaze sparkling with adoration. His heart swelled in his chest. Leaning back down, he couldn’t help it. He pressed a deep passionate kiss against your lips. Your hands went to his head, fingers carding in his hair.
You continued to kiss the die, and Chance’s lips would follow. Trailing down your neck to your breasts. Tongue teasing at your nipples before continuing further. Featherlight kisses down your belly, on your thighs and arms. His mouth on you felt like bliss with only kisses. You wondered how he would feel elsewhere…
His hand slid down between your thighs. Thick fingers teased at your slick lips and he groaned. You were absolutely drenched right now. All because he was kissing you.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, letting out the most lewd moan you had ever heard. It had you practically gushing.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He moved to kiss you again, tongues tangling with the aftertaste of you.
“I want more.” He growled lowly. “Kiss the eight and seven.”
You followed his command. Kissing the spots on the dice with a long press. He clenched his eyes shut and moaned as he felt your lips press against his length. He kissed back down your belly, then stopped between your thighs.
Spreading them, he groaned. The sight of your slick, needy pussy was too much. He desperately needed a taste. So he dove in. Kissing and sucking at your lips and whining at your taste. Unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He would gladly get drunk on your weeping cunt if you would let him. As of now, it seemed you would.
Your body jolted as he began to eat you out with fervor. Whines and moans escaping your lips as he lapped away at your folds. The feeling of him moaning against you had sparks of pleasure travel through your body. It was pure ecstasy.
With what little thought you had left in you, you managed to bring the die back to your lips. This time trying something new. Sticking out your tongue, you gave it a light lick. Between your thighs Chance let out a low groan. You licked the dice again, earning you a moan.
“Oh, oh. That…” Chance lifted himself up from between your legs. Lips glistening with your slick.
He leaned himself over you, then pinned the hand holding the dice down. His gaze was dark and hungry.
“If you keep that up, I’ll cum again.” You spotted a twinge of worry in his eyes as he said that.
“Is that a problem?” You cocked your head to the side.
“Yes.” He said lowly, like he was holding himself back.
“Why’s that?” You bit your lip with a smile.
Leaning next to your ear, his hot labored breaths had you shivering.
“Because I won’t get to cum IN you otherwise.” He trailed kisses down your jaw as you whined at his words. Feeling a smirk on his lips against your skin.
Lifting up, he took a long look over your naked form. He hummed in approval.
“Now, may I get back to my meal? You’re quite delicious.” He winked at you, a flush on his cheeks.
You nodded, and he slid back down between your legs. Immediately, his lips returned to your pussy. Licking stripes up and down your cunt had you writhing and moaning. Occasionally he would flick his tongue over your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. His actions were making a heat grow within your belly. The licking flames of pleasure would soon turn into your climax.
The man wrapped his strong arms around your thighs, pulling you as close to him as possible. Burying his face in your pussy, licking through your folds quickly. He nosed at your clit as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. It felt like he was one. There was no way he wouldn’t be addicted to your taste. Especially when him tasting you had you making those lovely noises that were shooting straight to his cock.
With each pass of his tongue over you, you felt the heat grow more and more. Till it was becoming too much. You knew it was going to snap soon.
“C-Chance, ah! I’m ah!” You couldn’t make a coherent sentence, instead focusing on the pure pleasure coursing through your body.
Chance groaned against your heat, pushing you over the edge.
Thighs locking around his head, your climax had you gushing over his face. Which Chance lapped up gratefully. Accepting every and all of the offerings your body had to give.
With slow licks, he helped you down from the high. Your body buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. Legs shaking and breaths labored.
Before Chance pulled away, he pressed a kiss to your clit that had you yelping at the overstimulation. He smirked, crawling back over you. Leaning down, he pressed a wet kiss against your lips. Making you taste yourself on his tongue. It had you shivering with anticipation.
For a moment, Chance paused. Taking in everything that had occurred so far. You beneath him, shivering from your earth shattering orgasm. His cock, straining against his pants after all of your teasing. Fantasy was one thing, but this reality was something he never could have thought up.
Bringing him back to you, you gave a kiss to the 20. Chance feeling your lips on his cheek, gave you a bright smile. It was interesting, the shift between the man’s playful and dominant side. Not that you minded, all of it just made you want him more. It seemed like he wanted you too.
Looking down, you could see the outline of his hard length pressing through his pants. With a cheeky grin, you trailed you hand down his chest to his crotch. Giving his cock a soft squeeze through his clothes. He whimpered as your hand worked him through his pants. As soon as you started, he made you stop. Pinning your arm back. A wild desperate look in his eyes.
As quickly as he could, the man stripped himself of all of his clothes. Leaving you staring at him open mouthed. You trailed your eyes over his body. He was fairly fit with a tight and broad chest, but had a bit of a soft tummy that had you drooling. Trailing further down, your eyes widened. Oh, he was large. Extremely thick. Almost concerningly so. However, you looked down between your own thighs. Yeah, you could probably handle it at this point. Probably.
Chance crawled back over you. Warm hands slid up your thighs as he closed the open space between your bodies. The head of his cock was hot against your pussy lips. He teased you, brushing up against your clit. His movements make you keen, raising your hips to grind against him. With a strong hand, he pressed down on your stomach. Forcing you to take his teasing, a satisfied smirk on his lips.
He leaned down, giving you a quick peck. Then he lined his cock up with your weeping entrance, just barely pressed in.
“Ready?”
There was a brief hesitation on your face as you realized you weren’t using any protection. You were on birth control, but there was still a chance…
As if he could read your mind once more, he let out an airy chuckle. Hand cupping your face tenderly, he reassured you.
“I’m a personified object. I can’t get you pregnant.” He gave you a soft smile.
“What if you could?” You genuinely wanted to know.
The question had his face blooming red. Getting you pregnant… it wasn’t like he never thought about it. What object wouldn’t dream of a reality like that?
“Uh, well. Um, I can’t, but I have thought about it once or twice.” He bit his lip, nervously.
“You’re not the only one.” You shuffled beneath him, feeling the head of his cock press into you more.
Pulling him down to your face, you gave him a deep kiss. He groaned as your tongues tangled.
“Now,” you breathed against his lips, “please fuck me.”
“Mmm, since you asked so nicely.” Slowly, he pressed into you.
Wet warmth greeted his cock, as he moaned. You felt fucking amazing. Soft, warm, wet, perfect.
You felt similarly as he filled you up perfectly. His length hitting every part of you perfectly. The head of his cock just pressed against your gummy sweet spot.
After you both adjusted to the feeling, Chance began to move. Slowly pumping in and out of you. Both to not hurt you at first, and to make sure he didn’t bust right away. You felt fucking amazing, and he felt like he could cum at any second. While he was very excited to cum in you, he desperately wanted to feel you cum around him. Your pleasure was his top priority.
Beneath him, you were a moaning, writhing mess. Hips jolting up to meet his thrusts as his cock continually pressed against your gummy spot. His pelvis brushed against your clit in the most delicious way. Every movement he made had pleasure coursing through you. If he kept this up he would get his wish soon enough. Your pussy spasmed around him with each thrust, making him groan.
Each pulse of your pussy made his cock twitch inside you. Above you, Chance was a moaning mess. Letting out sounds of pleasure that shot straight to your core. Knowing you were making him feel as good as he was making you feel made you feel, well, amazing.
“You are perfect… oh!” He moaned out.
In your hand, you realized you still held his die. Deciding to have some fun, you brought it back to your lips. Placing a kiss to the eight side had him shuddering against you. His eyes were wide as he realized you had brought the die back into the fold. The mixture of feeling your pussy and lips on him was very unique, and felt amazing. Then you made it better, tongue flicking out against the eight side.
The action had him shuddering against you. If you kept this up he was certainly going to cum before you. So, he had to make sure that didn’t happen.
Lifting your legs, he shifted them onto his shoulders and folded you over. Putting you in a deep mating press. The head of his cock now brutalizing your sweet spot with perfect precision. Each push against you had you crying out. The pleasure growing that heat in your belly once more. He continued to pound into you, shooting sparks of pleasure through your body.
“S-so deep…” You mumbled, cock drunk.
“Yeah? You like that?” He groaned at the feeling of your pussy tightening around that. “Bet you’re gonna cum soon, huh?” He was babbling at this point now. The only thing on his mind was making you reach your peak. To have you screaming and clenching around him. Just so he could fill you full.
“I l-love it, mmmph…” Your eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook your body.
Any moment now you would cum. He could tell. The way you were pulsing around his throbbing cock, oh you wouldn’t last long. Just what he wanted. Then he could follow, spilling into you.
God, he wanted it so badly. He hadn’t realized how badly till he had you folded over beneath him. Cock abusing your overstimulated pussy with thrust after thrust.
“C’mon, please.” He moaned, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “Cum for me, cum for me and I’ll fill you up. Just like you want.” He panted, trying desperately to hold back his impending orgasm.
His words had the heat in your belly hit its peak. Body shaking with ecstasy as your climax flowed through you. Sparks of pleasure shooting from your clit through every nerve of your being. It had you screaming out and clenching around Chance.
With the feeling of you clamping around him, Chance came. Hot ropes flooding into you as he continued to ride out both of your orgasms. Each pump of his cock making you whimper with overstimulation.
With a groan, his body relaxed. Gently, he unfolded himself from you and placed your shaking legs back down onto the floor. He lightly laid his body over yours, cock still stuffing you full. Both of you twitching with aftershocks. Letting out soft moans and whines as you came down from your highs.
When you returned to earth, you brought the die in your hand to your lips once more. Placing a soft kiss to the 20. Chance nuzzled your nose, then placed a soft kiss against your lips.
“You know… as much as I enjoy you mouthing my die. I think I prefer the real thing.” He gave you a sweet smile.
Hi there👀 how would you feel about writing a Mateo manta x reader oneshot with steamy cuddles/ SLIGHT somnophilia(reader is awake to consent #CONSENTISSEXY)
Hope ur well<3
This was a cute prompt! Thank you for the request!
In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold it Can Be
synop: The power goes out during an ice storm, and your house is FREEZING. What better way to warm up than with your favorite blanket, and maybe he can help you have a blissful sleep while doing so?
words: 3.1K
includes: mateoxfem!reader, cuddling, power outage, consensual somnophilia, smut
a/n: This includes smut! No minors!
Hope you like this one! Let me know your thoughts!
Brrrr…
Blinking awake, you pull the covers up tighter around you. It was freezing. Slowly, you make your way out of bed. As your feet hit the floor, you cringed. So cold!
You pluck your glasses from your bedside table and put them on. Ready to figure out why your house feels like a freezer.
“Hector, what’s going on? It’s like an icebox in here.” You pull the duvet from your bed and wrap yourself in it.
“I’m sorry, my love. It appears the ice storm has made the power go out.” You hear his sultry voice from the vent.
You groan in frustration. Turning to your alarm clock, you see it flashing 3:08. You reach for your phone on the dresser seeing that it’s currently 3:47. Almost an hour since the power went out. Of course this would happen when it’s absolutely freezing outside.
Rummaging through your dresser, you grab some fuzzy socks and warm sweatpants. You also grab a sweater from your closet, then make your way to your breaker box.
Opening the closet door, you are met with the sounds of arguing. Inside the Breaker Box club, Volt and Eddie are bickering. The latter man is actively working on the electrical unit. Presumably trying to restore power to the house.
“Eddie, I don’t understand why you’re attempting to do anything? It’s the city power grid, not you.” Volt sighed, shaking his head at the overworked man.
“I’m aware, but I can at least try to do something!” He grumbled through gritted teeth.
Despite you aiding the men, it appeared that Eddie had returned to his old ways. Feeling the need to fix everything, even if he had no control over the current circumstances.
Clearing your throat, you caught the men’s attention. Both turning to you with surprised expressions.
“Good morning, dear! It’s quite early for you to be up!” Volt greeted you, attempting to ease the tension.
“Good morning to you too. How are you guys holding up?” You leaned against the wall at the club’s entrance.
“Oh just fine!” Volt remained cheery despite the circumstances.
“You sure?” You raised a brow at him.
Eddie sighed as he stood up and dusted himself off. You could see grease stains on his shirt and bags under his eyes. You were pretty sure the man had been up all night.
“It doesn’t seem like you guys are doing ‘just fine’.” You said pointedly.
“We’re just trying to get the house back up and running.” Eddie said.
“You do know it’s the city’s electrical infrastructure that’s at work right now, right?”
“Oh trust me, I’m aware. If I could have a word with the controls at the power plant…” Eddie let out a yawn. “ Well, they’d hear a lot from me about keeping things running.”
“If I want to keep my house running in tip top shape, I think that some things might need to let themselves have a break.” You admonished Eddie. “Especially if they have zero control over the current circumstances.”
“Thank you! That’s what I’ve been trying to say this whole time!” Volt narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “Perhaps you’ll actually listen to our homeowner?”
Eddie looked between you and Volt, then sighed in defeat.
“You two like to team up on me often, you know that?”
“It’s because we care, Eddie.” You gave him a small smile. “Now, please, get some rest.”
“I should be saying the same thing to you. It’s what, three am?” Eddie huffed at you.
You waved them off, visibly stifling a yawn.
“Don’t worry about me. It’s too cold to sleep.” You tell them, despite feeling a wave of exhaustion hit you. It really was too early for you to be up.
“That’s our live wire, a hypocrite.” Eddie gave you a knowing smirk.
“Whatever, go get some rest, guys.” You allowed yourself to yawn this time.
“Hopefully you will do the same.” Volt said before wrapping an arm around Eddie and ushering him to the back of the club.
You decided to also take your leave, exiting the club and entering your freezing home.
As you left, your phone pinged with a message. When you pulled it out, you groaned in frustration.
Valdivian customer 127600, we regret to inform you that a power outage has occurred in your neighborhood. Your estimated restoration time is 8 hours. Us at Valdivian Energy are here to aid you. If you have any questions, please answer with QUESTION. If you wish to expedite the restoration process, you can pay a one-time fee of $250 dollars to shave off one hour of restoration time. To expedite restoration answer with RESTORE. Thank you for choosing Valdivian Energy!
Eight hours? Surely you would freeze in that amount of time.
You walked up to a window, looking over the frosty landscape as a shiver ran through you. Hopefully the house would be able to handle the cold for a while.
You made your way through the home. Doing your best to make sure things would stay warm. Lighting up Dante to get some heat in your home. Passing by the sinks in your home, you turned them on just barely. Last thing you needed was bursting pipes.
When you were finished, your whole body was shivering. You swore you could see your breath puffing in the air. How did it get so cold inside so quickly?
Kneeling in front of your fireplace, you held out your hands to the small fire you made.
“Lookin’ pretty chilly, hot stuff.” Dante spoke to you from the embers.
“It’s fucking freezing, man. Of course I’m chilly.” You weren’t really in the mood for teasing at the moment.
“Just trying to lighten the mood.” He raised his hands up with a shrug. “Maybe you could wrap yourself up in something warm?” He eyeballed the blanket on the couch behind you.
A bright smile grew on your face. Of course! The cozy comfort that is Mateo would hopefully have you warmed up in no time. Plus, paired with your bed, you could go back to a peaceful sleep.
Standing up, you cracked your back and walked over to where your blanket was sitting. Currently cuddled up with some inanimals. When you sit beside him, he gives you a warm smile. Opening his arm, he gestures for you to snuggle beside him. An invitation you gladly accept. Easily sliding into his warm body, sighing with content at the heat you’re now syphoning off of him.
“Wow, you’re freezing.” He said, pulling you even closer.
“I know, the house is so fucking cold. And power won’t be restored for forever!” You practically sobbed.
“Is that why you’re up this early?” His face was filled with concern. Your comfort was quite the top priority for him.
“Yeah. Couldn’t get back to sleep after waking up in an icebox.” You were attempting to hint at needing his assistance.
“Do you want me to help you with that?” He leaned toward you, making your cheeks heat up.
“Maaaaybeee?” You gave him pleading eyes.
“You know, you can just ask? Or better yet, grab me and take me up with you.” He chuckled lightly before cupping your chin. “You know how much I enjoy being wrapped up with you.” He leaned in, placing a soft peck against your lips.
You pressed up against him, humming at both the softness of his lips and warmth of his body.
“Do you want to go upstairs with me? So I can go back to sleep?” You ask sweetly.
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“Of course, just let me make sure the inanimals are safe and warm.” It always warms your heart, how caring he was for the unique creatures within your home.
He proceeded to make sure the inanimals had everything they needed during this outage, then returned to you with a soft smile. Offering his hand, he helped you up from the couch. Wrapping your arms around the man, you pulled him in for a tight hug. Sighing into his comforting warmth. He let out a content sigh himself, pressing his chin over your head to pull you in further.
After a moment, he pushed away. Whining, you tried to go back in, but he stopped you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be here. But we should be getting you back to bed. Shall we?” He motioned to the stairs.
“Alright, but as soon as we’re in bed you’re wrapping that cozy body of yours around me.”
He let out an airy laugh and grabbed your hand. You pulled him upstairs with you, then bounded to your bed. Plopping down, you pat beside you. Mateo scooted in, wrapping his arms around your torso.
Realizing how intimately close he was gave you a new idea on how to stay warm. Leaning in, you pressed a deep kiss against his lips. His eyes widened with surprise at the sudden action, then fluttered shut as he enjoyed the kiss. Softly, your tongue pressed against his lips. His own joined yours as he let out a soft groan. You always tasted so good.
Wrapping one of your legs around his lower body, you pulled his hips flush against yours. Through his pants you could feel he was already growing semi-hard. Smirking, you pulled away from him. Admiring the flush now dusting his cheeks and the swell of his kiss-bitten lips.
“What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”
With that, you turned away from him. Pressing your backside into his crotch. A move that had the man groaning.
“I am going to sleep. I just wanted a goodnight, well I guess, good morning kiss.” You smirked as you felt him shuffling behind you.
“Is that so?” He pressed a kiss to your neck, making you shiver.
“Mhmm… but if there’s anything else you wish to do to keep me warm. Be my guest.” You craned over your shoulder to look at him with a lustful gaze.
“Anything?” He asked lowly.
Hands gripping your hips pulled you flush against him. Against your ass you felt his full erection straining. Exactly what you wanted.
“Anything.” You confirmed before giving a quick peck then turning back around.
With Mateo wrapped around you, you did feel significantly warmer. Sleep had begun to take over, your eyes fluttering closed. Slow breaths left you as you drifted off into a blissful sleep.
From behind you, Mateo was itching for more. His hands softly brushing over your dozing body. He loved this.
Not too long ago, the man had confessed a kink of his that he had been too afraid to voice before. Most of the time he was fairly vanilla. Often enjoying missionary to watch as your face contorted in bliss at the pleasure he was giving you. So this confession had somewhat surprised you. Though based on the type of person he was, it wasn’t too surprising.
Mateo really, really wanted to fuck you while you slept. Something about you feeling secure enough to sleep next to him had a fire burning inside his loins. He loved the idea of making you cum on his cock as you enjoyed a good rest and blissful dreams. Hopefully him fucking you would aid in making your night time thoughts pleasant.
With you needing to sleep and needing his aid, might as well give the man what he wants, right? Not that you didn’t want it either. The thought of him using you while you slept also had your thoughts running wild. Wondering what it was going to feel like when he filled you up as you rested. Would you dream of him? How would cumming around him feel? It was… exciting. Something you would gladly participate in. Especially considering it would make the man extremely happy.
When your breathing became even, Mateo decided to check how deeply you were asleep. In a quiet voice he called your name. You stirred a little, ass brushing against his cock. However, you didn’t wake up.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Mateo let his hands wander over your body. Warm hands trailed underneath your sweater, cupping your breasts. Again, you stirred but didn’t wake up. His fingers swirled around your nipples, making you keen in your sleep. Ass pressing up against him again. He groaned at the feeling, then began to move his hips against you. His hands continued their journey along your body, now dipping into your sweatpants. Thick fingers reached down to tease your sex.
He moaned at the feeling of your sopping cunt as he continued to dry-hump your ass.
“You’re so wet, and you’re not even awake.” He said in awe to himself.
It would be so easy to just pull your pants down and slip inside you, but he didn’t want to let himself get too carried away. After all, he wanted you to stay asleep for this. Can’t be interrupting your beauty rest.
Instead, he decided to tease you a bit. Slowly, he pulled down your pants and panties. Then pulled his own pants down. Hard cock flopping out onto your ass. Skin to skin he grinded his hips against you, then he lifted one of your legs. Making sure you hadn’t woken up, he paused to listen to your breathing. Still even breaths, good. He slid his cock between your thighs. Pressing against your dripping pussy.
“Oh, oh.” He let out quiet moans at the feeling of your slick against his length. Desperately trying not to pummel himself inside you.
Slowly, he began to move his hips. His hot cock sliding between your folds. The head teased against your clit making your hips unconsciously jolt with pleasure. In your sleep, you let out soft moans with each bump of his cock on your sensitive nub. Mateo could feel your pussy growing wetter and wetter as he continued to fuck between your thighs. His eyes rolled back in bliss at the pleasure your sleeping body was granting him.
“Fuck,” He kissed your neck. “So good, you’re so good to me.”
You continued to moan in your sleep, not stirring awake. Your hips shifted slightly, and the tip of Mateo’s cock caught the entrance of your pussy. The feeling made you cry out, but you still didn’t wake. Mateo took this as his cue to continue. Pushing the rest of his fat cock into your sopping cunt. Loving the long whine that escaped you when he was fully nestled in.
For a moment he sat there. Cock filling your warm pussy. Plush walls squeezing against him in the most delicious way. The man felt as if he had died and gone to heaven right there.
Eventually, he began to move again. Pushing in and out of you, cock hitting that perfect gummy spot within you. The feeling had your body shivering and moaning. Mateo, soothed you with warm hands that trailed over your sides. Oh he was absolutely loving this. Bringing you pleasure while you remained comfortable, a dream come true. The feeling of you squeezing around him was also a plus. Pure pleasure coursing through him with each thrust into your pussy.
As quietly as he could he let out soft moans and whines. Making sure his cock kept hitting that lovely sweet spot of yours. Every one of your moans shot straight to his cock. He could feel his climax nearing, but wanted to make sure you came first.
Thick fingers reached around your front, finding your clit. In sloppy circles, he pressed down against the nub. Sparks of pleasure shot through you, making your cunt clench around him. The tightness around his cock indicated your orgasm was near.
He thrust in and out of you with long strokes, cock reaching so deep inside you. Fingers continued to circle your clit, making you cry out. Mateo wondered how you were still asleep through all of this, but was thankful that you were. He hoped that you would wake up utterly satisfied by his ministrations.
“C’mon, please…” He whispered against your ear with a hot breath. “Please cum for me.”
It took a few more strokes and presses against your clit, but after a particularly hard thrust against your sweet spot, you were gushing around him. Mateo whined loudly as your cunt clenched around him. Your body shivered as your orgasm rocks through you. Involuntarily, your hips thrust back against Mateo. Riding out your orgasm in your sleep as you let out breathy moans and whines.
At the feeling of your climax, Mateo thrusted faster inside of you. The feeling making your cunt grow overstimulated, but he was so close. He huffed as he chased his own high. Thick cock twitching within you, threatening to unload at any second. With a final thrust, the man let out a whine. Cock shooting out hot ropes of cum within you. His cock twitched at the sounds of your whines. Your body enjoying the feeling of being so full. Oh, he was going to be addicted to this.
As he came down from his high, he checked up on you. When he tried to call your name, you didn’t respond. Instead, you stayed asleep. Little whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you dreamed. He stayed inside you as his length softened. Loving the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him.
As he stayed inside with his arms wrapped around you, Mateo felt himself begin to drift off. Eyes fluttering shut, he allowed himself to join you in a blissful sleep. Content with plugging you full of himself.
Later in the day, you blinked awake again. A feeling of satisfaction washing over you as you yawned. You tried to stretch, but found yourself pulled flush against Mateo. Little snores escaping him as he nuzzled into you. The adorable sight had you smiling.
After a moment, you realized you were feeling very full. Lifting up your duvet, you saw that the man was still shoved deep inside of you. Cock hard once again. You hummed at the feeling, shifting slightly to feel the head of his cock brush up against your sweet spot.
The action had Mateo whimpering awake. His cock extremely sensitive after staying inside you for so long. He opened his eyes, meeting yours looking at him over your shoulder.
“Have a good rest?” You asked teasingly.
He nodded, giving you a kiss on the neck that had you shivering.
“Yes, very much so.” He smiled softly.
“Care for a round two?” You shifted your hips for emphasis, earning you a loud moan.
In response, Matteo thrust up into you. You cried out as he pushed against your gummy spot.
The two of you hadn’t even realized that the power was back on.
so i just read you DateEverythingChanse! X Reader and fell in LOVE. it was sooo so good and genuinely one of the best Date Eveything pieces that I’ve read!
And since your request were open; could you write some Eddie Volt x Reader. And maybe pull some of Volt in there?
(This is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so idk what more info you would need.)
-🐄
Oh I really enjoyed this one! I love, love, love Eddie! Thank you for the request!
An Old Fashioned for the Live Wire
(Part 1)
Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4
synop: You were just hired as a new bartender for the Breaker Box.
One of your bosses, Eddie is kind of an asshole, but part of you also kind of likes it.
The two of you push and pull at each other, but when will it become too much? And should you even go after someone like him?
words: 7.4K
includes: eddiexfem!reader, age difference, boss/employee, drinking, choking, manhandling, smut, oral, dead parent mention.
a/n: This one is a bit on the tabooer side. Hope you enjoy! No minors!
Also, Volt will be getting his flowers too. Don't you worry your pretty heads.
Harsh summer sun beat against you as you made your way downtown. A job interview that you pretty much had in the bag was awaiting you at your destination. Just a few more blocks and the beginnings of a facial sunburn, you found yourself in front of a bar. Beside the door a familiar face stood tall.
“Uncle Dorian!” You exclaim, running to embrace him.
He gave an “oomph” of surprise followed by a deep chuckle before returning the embrace.
“Thank you so much for this!” Chin on his chest, you looked up at him.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’m always lookin’ out for you.”
Pulling away, you smoothed down your dress. Dorian nodded at you and proceeded to open the door to the bar.
Much to your chagrin, it was very hot and stuffy inside. Looking up you could see an AC unit, but it wasn’t running. You gave Dorian a confused look, and he sighed.
“I can’t believe this place always keeps falling apart.”
“Oh same old Dorian, not understanding the character that is the Breaker Box.” A man with long stark white hair made his way over to you.
“More like Broken Box…” You mumbled, earning a laugh from Dorian.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that. Considering our dear Dorian gave you quite the glowing review.”
Your face grew red with embarrassment. This man was obviously one of the owners of the establishment.
“I apologize. That was rude of me. May we start over?” You offered your hand and an apologetic look.
“Oh I could never say ‘no’ to a face like yours.” He takes your hand and gives it a kiss. A spark sends shivers up your spine.
“The name is Volt.”
From behind you comes a grumble. Dorian’s expression now formed into a stony one. He briskly walks up between you and Volt.
“Now, I don’t want any funny business. My girl needs a job, that’s all.” He said lowly.
Volt raises his hands in defense.
“Apologies, Dorian. I did not mean to be so forward. There will be no funny business, I swear.” He gives you a wink.
Across the bar you hear a scoff. You can’t make out where the sound came from till a head pops out from under the bar.
A tanned man with shaggy dark hair appears, looking perturbed. His steely gaze moves between Volt and Dorian, then lands on you. You grow self-conscious, feeling as though you were being studied. Part of you wondered what he saw.
“Ah! Eddie! How lovely of you to join us!” Volt looped an arm around your shoulder, ushering you to the bar. “This is…” He paused for you to give your name.
You said your name, offering out your hand over the bar. Eddie looked down at your hand, then back at your eyes. Raising his hands, you realized they were covered in grease.
“Such a lovely name. She’ll be our new bartender.” Volt squeezed your body toward him, making you squeak.
“Wait, I’ve got the job?” You were surprised, this was supposed to be an interview.
“Of course, like I said, you received a glowing review. And we could do with someone like you around.” He released you from his hold, giving you a sultry once-over.
“You’re hiring her without an interview?” Eddie asked gruffly. While it was a question, he seemed unsurprised at Volt’s decision.
“ I must take my leave, now.” Ignoring the question, he gave you a curt nod before turning on his heel and striding up to Dorian.
Over his shoulder Volt left a final remark.
“Oh, and Eddie, since you’re not busy, you can train her before tonight.”
Eddie let out an incredulous scoff, a look of disbelief on his face. His dark gaze flitted to you, to which you shrugged your shoulders. You didn’t ask for this either, and honestly would prefer otherwise. Being trained by a man that clearly held disdain for your existence didn’t seem like the grandest of times.
“Not, busy…” He mumbled, before grabbing a towel.
“Don’t worry, I should be good. You can continue with whatever you were doing.” You tried to ease the tension coming from him.
“Nice try, sweetheart. But you will be working.”
“I never said I wasn’t, you were just clearly in the middle of something.”
“I know a person trying to get out of work when I see em’.” That coldness in his eyes sent an icy chill through you.
“If you say so…” You pouted.
Eddie washed his hands, grumbling to himself the entire time. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit the new girl. Even if you were attractive. Wait, what was that? The man gave you a once-over. Taking in your pretty face and curves. Yeah, you were quite the looker, but that was beside the point. You were also clearly used to having everything handed to you. Dorian helped you get the job, and Volt gladly gave into it because of your looks. Tale as old as time. Hopefully you were at least competent at learning the ropes.
“Alright, let’s teach you some of the basics.”
From behind the bar he pulled out a shaker and jigger, pointedly setting them down on the counter. It almost made you roll your eyes, but you decided to play along. See how far this would go.
“Do you have any bartending experience? And I’m not talking about making yourself a gin and tonic, I mean actual experience.” He spoke to you gruffly.
Wow, he was kind of an asshole. Regardless, this could be entertaining. Lord knows you needed something interesting to handle.
“Sweetheart, I’m headin’ out.” Dorian walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Okay! Eddie is gonna teach me the basics of bartending!” You said, a sickly sweet smile on your face.
Dorian gave you a confused look, opening his mouth to say something, then catching the look in your eyes. Deciding instead to keep his mouth shut.
“I hope that goes well. Don’t cause too much trouble.” He planted a kiss on your cheek and you returned one to his before he headed out of the bar.
“Looks like it’s just us now.” Eddie sighed out.
Gazing around the club, you realized Volt had vanished. Likely in a different room, leaving you alone with a man who did not want to be here. Whatever, you would just trudge on through this “training”.
“Show me what you got.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. Face watching him expectantly.
“Right, one of our more popular drinks is a Moscow Mule.” He spoke patronizingly to you. Now, that did irritate you.
He spotted that irritation as your eyebrow twitched.
“Is everything alright?” He asked.
“Everything is perfectly fine. Please, continue.” You waved at him to keep going. “Though I do know what a Moscow Mule is, and how to make it.”
“Good for you.” He said sarcastically.
“What’s your problem, man?” Alright, this was getting a bit TOO annoying.
“I don’t have a problem.” He said quickly, a calculated gaze steady on you.
“Clearly, you do. Despite the fact that we just met, you have some issue with me.” Your jaw clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have any issues with you.” The statement was somewhat true, but there was something he wasn’t saying. “I just prefer that Volt not hire a nepo baby without consulting me as well.”
“Nepo baby?” You asked incredulously.
“Yeah, Dorian got you the job. You didn’t even need an interview for it. Therefore, nepo baby.”
“Dorian helped me find the job, my skills ultimately got me the position.” You jabbed a finger in his face with a snarl.
“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes at you.
Grumbling, you made your way behind the bar.
“Ugh, whatever…”
Standing very very close to the man. With a wave of your hand you motioned for him to continue. A glare emblazoned on your face, complimented by a cute pout. Eddie’s eyes flitted to your stuck out lip, then back to your eyes. Thankfully, you hadn’t noticed the involuntary action.
“Well, are you going to show me how to make a Moscow Mule or not?” You pressed, poking him in the arm with a harsh jab.
“Hey! Jeez, let me get to it.”
I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here, I don’t want to be here… His mind droned on.
The man took out a copper mug, then quickly poured vodka, and lime, adding ginger beer in the end. With a little flare, he put a mint garnish on the side.
“Voila.”
You gave faux applause, lips pressed into a thin smile.
“How impressive.”
“Look, I said I’m showing you the basics.” He sighed.
“And you’re doing a wonderful job.” You said through gritted teeth.
“And it looks like I won’t have to continue anymore.” Eddie let out a sigh of relief.
Entering the front door was a woman with bright ginger hair. When she looked over to the bar, a bright smile lit up her face.
“Oh finally! Volt said he had hired a new person!” The woman strode over, offering her hand over the bar. “Name’s Beverly, but you can call me Bev!”
You took her hand, giving it a nice firm shake. Taking the time to give her your name as well.
“Pretty! Well, I can’t wait to work with you!”
“Lucky for you, that starts now.” Eddie said, waving you two off and walking toward the back of the club.
When you could no longer hear his footsteps, you turned to Beverly. Frustration knitting at your brows.
“What the fuck is that guy’s problem?” You asked, exasperated.
“Eddie?” She bit her lip. “He’s a bit closed off, I’d say.”
“Doesn’t give him the right to be an asshole.” You huffed, crossing your arms.
“Oh, Volt didn’t talk to him about you, did he?”
“From what I could tell, no. Then Volt left me in the man’s care.”
Beverly let out a low hiss, her face cringing at the awkward scenario you just shared.
“Well, you’re with me now! So we can enjoy our time getting to know each other, and I can teach you the ropes.”
“I only need to learn how to use the register.” You said bluntly.
“Really? Cause I overheard Eddie about the basic-” You cut her off.
“I was only amusing myself with that. I’m a fairly good mixologist.”
“Is that so?” She seemed unconvinced. “Why don’t you show me what you got?”
“Sure thing, whatcha thinking?”
Tapping her chin, she tried thinking up some drinks to have you make. After a moment, she perked back up with a smile.
“Alright, I’ve got three. Gin Sour, Paper Plane, and Sazerac. Think you can handle those?”
“As long as you’ve got the ingredients, I can make them.” You cracked your knuckles, preparing yourself.
“I also want you to make them as fast as possible.”
You bit your lip with worry. That gin sour she requested would take a bit, but you had a feeling she knew that. Regardless, you would do your best.
Bev gave you free reign of the bar. In the fridge you found a carton of egg whites along with fresh lemons. Into a shaker you added the ingredients, then began the semi-long process of dry shaking. Shaking something for a max of twenty-seconds might not seem like a large task, but if you had a dozen other orders, it could cause issues. Still, in order to make the drink properly, you had to follow the proper steps. Eventually you poured the drink out, even adding a lemon peel as garnish.
Pushing the drink to Bev, she grabbed it and took a sip. A content smile on her face.
“Good, now the Paper Plane.”
Spotting the Aperol, you plucked that from a shelf. As you made your way around the other liquors, you kept your eye out for paper or a napkin. Out of the corner of your eye you noted some sticky notes. Bingo.
Quickly you added all of the ingredients into the shaker and went to work. Straining the drink out into a coupe glass, then quickly making a paper plane out of a sticky note for garnish.
Bev took the drink, grabbing the plane and throwing it in your direction. It spun in the air before nose diving straight down. Both of you chuckled at the sad display. Bev had a sip, nodding and looking at you.
“Pretty good, but ease up on the lemon a bit.” You nodded, noting her advice for later.
“Alright, time for the Sazerac.”
You grabbed an Old Fashioned glass, then searched for some Absinthe. Trailing over the liquor bottles you couldn’t see it. Trying other cabinets, you couldn’t find any there either. You gave Bev a confused look.
“Where’s the Absinthe?”
“Oh, we don’t typically carry it.”
“Really? But you guys specialize in craft cocktails?”
She shrugged her shoulders then waved you on to continue. Turning back to the liquor bottles, your eyes landed on one that could work. Plucking the Herbsaint from the back, you spotted Bev giving a slight nod. You gave the glass a good wash, then moved onto crafting the rest of the drink. Stirring cognac, simple syrup, and bitters together.
Again, Bev tried your drink. A pleased smile on her face after she set it down.
“Very good.” From behind her, she pulled out a bottle of Absinthe. An amused smirk on her face at the reveal.
“You were testing me.” You chuckled.
“I certainly was, and you certainly passed. You really were pulling on Eddie's leg.”
You shrugged.
“Guilty.”
“Don’t be too hard on him.” Beverly paused, letting out a long sigh. “He’s got a lot on his plate.”
You spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for opening. Cutting lemons, and dumping ice. Beverly showed you how the register worked, and you were good to go for the night.
As it was the middle of the week, you weren’t expecting a large crowd. Though you wouldn’t be facing the busiest time of the night since you started your shift early. You felt a little bad leaving Bev alone, but you were feeling exhausted.
The end of your shift neared closer, and a familiar face returned to the front of house. You could see grease stains on his clothes. Eddie plopped himself down at the bar, watching you and Bev converse during a lull period. Clearing his throat, he caught your attention. Beverly waltzed over to him with a smile.
“Eddie! What can I getcha?” She said cheerily.
“Actually, could I get the new girl to make it?”
You and Bev shared a knowing look.
“Sure thing, think you can handle it?” There was a slight teasing to her tone, you did your best not to smirk. Instead nodding.
“Of course.” You walked up to Eddie, face scrunching as you saw the state he was in.
Extremely disheveled, sweaty, and fairly dirty. You wondered what exactly he was doing that brought him to look like this.
“What will you have?” You asked.
He gave you a questioning look. Wondering why you were suddenly so confident.
“I’ll take an Old Fashioned.”
Grabbing a mixing glass, you plopped a sugar cube inside, followed by the other drink ingredients. You made sure to stir everything well. You poured it over a glass with a large ice cube in it, then slid it over to him. Turning around, you made yourself your own.
Eddie waited till you were finished, head cocked in confusion. You returned to him, drink in hand. Then you offered your glass out to him, an amused look on your face. Eddie realized what you had done.
“I see. Do you always like to play dumb?” He let out an airy chuckle, raising his glass to yours.
“Only to people who see me as dumb.” You clinked your glass against his and took a sip.
Eddie followed, letting out a pleased hum at the taste of the drink.
“I see why Volt didn’t need to interview you.” He pulled your glass out of your hand. “But that doesn’t mean you get to drink on the job.”
You pulled the drink back.
“I’m off the clock now, and I get a free drink with the job.” You took another sip.
Walking around the bar, you sat beside the man.
“Think I’m just a nepo baby now?”
He waved his hand in a “maybe” motion, to which you scoffed at.
“Dorian still did have some sway in Volt’s decision. He does provide us with our bouncers, after all.”
Rolling your eyes, you finished your drink.
“I’ll admit, Dorian was a foot in… well, the door. However, I still put the work in. He would never vouch for me if he wasn’t sure of it.”
Eddie shrugged and nodded.
“I suppose, but I know he’s sweet on you.”
“Ugh, don’t make it sound like he’s in love with me.” You scrunched your face up in disgust. “He’s my father. Adoptive father.”
“Adoptive father that you call, ‘uncle’?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit of a long story.”
“Fair enough.”
That took you aback. People tended to be a bit more curious about your relationship with Dorian. The fact that Eddie just left the conversation as is had made you a bit irritated. Eye twitching before you shook your head.
“Whatever.” You lifted yourself off the bar with a groan. “Well, I’m heading out. Have a goodnight, Bev!” You waved, and walked away. Paying no mind to Eddie.
He watched as you left, eyes drawn to the sway of your hips as you headed out of the club. Finding himself a bit transfixed to the way your body moved.
“Smooth, Casanova.” Bev said as she dried glasses.
Eddie gave her a confused look, pointing at himself. She nodded, then motioned her head to the door.
“I’m not into a brat seven years my junior.” He said, finishing his drink.
At that, Beverly raised a brow.
“Sure, hon.”
The next shift, you came in at a much later time. Entering the club, you greeted Beverly with a wave. Volt was present for your arrival. Once again, upping the charm as he greeted.
“How lovely to see you.”
“I work here now, it’s kind of expected.” You shrugged.
You heard a scoff from the stage. Crouched behind one of the speakers, Eddie was working with some wires within it.
“I can leave, let you guys deal with your one bartender.” You threatened, making Volt audibly gulp.
“Now, let’s not be too rash.” He glared over at Eddie. “He just hasn’t gotten enough rest, have you?” Eddie matched his glare.
“I’ve gotten plenty.” He turned back to the speaker.
“Whatever.” You said, turning to the bar.
The rest of the night was uneventful. The Breaker Box had a one man band crooning like Elvis Presley for the live entertainment. While he certainly wasn’t the best, it was at least somewhat entertaining to watch on the slow night.
As you worked the bar, you couldn’t help but feel as if there were eyes on you. Every time you looked around, you couldn’t spot who it was that would be making you feel that way. There was a sneaking part of you that believed your dark haired asshole of a boss might have something to do with it. Occasionally catching his face just turning away as your eyes scanned the bar. He appeared to be working on some small electrical panel in the back corner of the room.
The night winded down, and Eddie left his work to come up to the bar. You made him the Jack and Coke he requested, sliding it to a very disheveled looking man when you were done. Seemed like going ragged was a common occurrence for Eddie.
“So what exactly is your job here? Besides telling me what to do.” You asked as you wiped down the bar in front of him.
“I fix things.” His cold stare looked at you over the glass.
“That’s it?”
He slugged back the rest of his drink and sighed.
“Yes, that’s it. Any more questions, sweetheart?” He asked sarcastically.
“No, I’m not too curious about your going ons.” You turned away from him, smirking as you heard him grumble.
“You know what, I’ll have you stay after close. I’ve got something I need help with.” He said lowly.
“What?” You whipped around to face him.
“You. Stay. After. Close. Kapeesh?”
“My shift is over after two.”
“And I have the ability to fire you.”
Clenching your fists, you willed yourself to calm the angry energy growing within you.
“Fine.” You hissed.
Eddie gave you a smug smirk, nodding at your response with approval. When he turned his back, you stuck your tongue out at him. While you were annoyed at him for making you stay late, there was an odd curious part of you buzzing.
Perhaps you needed to admit it to yourself. Even though you barely knew the guy, Eddie was hot. And maybe there was another part of you that enjoyed the push and pull you had already developed with the man. Something that made you feel like a school girl kicking her feet and twirling her hair.
Shaking your head, you pushed the thoughts away. No, you shouldn’t think of your boss like that. While it wasn’t technically illegal, he was fairly older than you. Not to mention the inherent power imbalance of him being your boss. Yeah, this one would just have to remain a taboo fantasy.
Closing time came, and Beverly left you with a wave goodbye. Volt also made his way out of the building. Before leaving he spotted you waiting at the bar.
“Do you need someone to take you home?” He gave you a concerned look.
“Nah, Eddie asked me to stay after close to help him with something.”
“Is that so?” Volt looked over at the spot Eddie was sitting at, narrowing his eyes at the man.
“Yeah. Not ideal, but he is my boss too.”
“I suppose.” Volt shrugged on his long coat. “Don’t stay too late.”
“You got it!” You saluted Volt, who smiled politely at the action.
Now you were alone with Eddie. Thick tension was growing in the air around you. Making your way from behind the bar, you walked up to Eddie. He was still working on the electrical panel. Eyeing you up and down, he waved at you to take the seat in front of him.
It felt like forever before he finally spoke as you were left twiddling your thumbs in awkward silence.
“I’m almost done.” He said gruffly.
“Cool, cause I’d like to go home soon.”
“I’m sure you do.” He didn’t look at you.
“Whatever.” You huffed.
The man stopped what he was doing, setting the panel and tools down. He pressed two fingers to the bridge of his nose.
“You do that quite often.”
“What?” You were confused.
“‘Whatever’. You say it whenever you wish to push past an uncomfortable conversation.”
“What are you, a therapist?”
“More like an observer.” He shrugged nonchalantly and returned to his work.
“Perhaps you could observe the fact that I am exhausted.” You grumbled.
“Noted.”
“Ugh, whatever.” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment at the words.
“There it is again.” He chuckled lowly. The sound shooting straight to your groin.
“Do you really need my help tonight, or did you just keep me to hold me hostage in a nonexistent conversation?”
“I do need help, but I think you can have just a bit more patience.” He pinched his fingers together to emphasize his point.
“Just tell me what I need to do to get the job done.”
He looked up at you, but didn’t give an answer. You grumbled again, huffing and crossing your arms. This man!
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Eddie seemed to be pleased with the progress he had made on the panel. Pushing up from the table, he stretched out. Cracking his back and revealing the lower part of his stomach. A dark line of a happy trail peeking out. Quickly you averted your eyes, but not before Eddie caught you. He decided to keep it to himself though, only revealing his thoughts with a coy smirk that had your face burning.
“Alright, let’s get some bulbs changed out.”
He walked over to a storage closet, pulling out a very rickety looking ladder.
“See why I need help?”
“Someone to hold the death trap that looks like a ladder?” Your eyes widened with concern.
“Oh, no. I won’t be stepping on this thing.” He chuckled watching your face drop. “I’ll be the one holding it.”
“Like that makes me feel better.”
“Let’s just get this done, live wire.” He smirked again.
He walked over to the stage, setting the ladder up. Holding it down, he motioned for you to come over and climb. Looking over yourself, you realized you were wearing a dress, and only had your panties on underneath.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be the one that climbs?” You did your best to act sweetly, batting your lashes at him.
“I already told you, I’m holding. Now, c’mon. The faster you get up there, the faster this gets done.
“It’s just, I’m wearing a dress.” You clenched the fabric in your hands nervously.
“So?”
“So, you’d be able to see up it!” Your face turned red.
“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not lookin’.” For emphasis, he faced down. Dark hair flopping with his head. “Don’t forget to grab the bulbs.”
Tapping your foot in irritation, you gave a grunt of defeat. You leaned down to grab a box of bulbs.
“Fine.” You walked up to the ladder. “You better keep your head down.”
“As you wish.”
Rolling your eyes, you began your ascent up the ladder. Praying the man beneath you would not look up. When you made it to the top, you reached up. Thankfully the bulb in the light wasn’t too far away. You unscrewed the bulb, but as you were pulling it out of the fixture a small spark hit your hand.
“Fuck!” You yelped.
From below, Eddie looked up just in time. Seeing you wobble and fall off of the ladder. Quickly, he managed to catch you with a grunt. In his arms you stared at him, wide eyed.
“Are you okay?” He breathed out in relief that he caught you.
Slowly you nodded, then looked at your hand. Your pointer finger turning red with a burn.
“Shit. Did you get shocked?”
“I think so.”
“Fuck, the lights aren’t supposed to be hot. I swear to god if the wiring was messed with again…” He paused, realizing that you were still in his arms and injured.
Slowly, he let you down to your feet. Then he grabbed your hand to inspect it. It looked like it was just your finger that was injured. He sucked back an annoyed groan. This wasn’t your fault. It was the fault of the OSHA violating idiots that had owned the place before he and Volt took it over. And now those issues had injured someone. If Dorian found out…
“Are you okay?” You asked quietly. The tender tone of your voice catching him off guard.
“Uh, yeah. The most I did was pull my back.” He stretched his arms up. “Better than having you break yours though.”
“Yeah.” You were staring at him awestruck. Perhaps saving you was the bare minimum, but the action had you smitten regardless.
“You good?” He was concerned at the look on your face. Did you get fully shocked?
“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Shaking your head you pushed the thoughts of him away.
“Good, good. Let’s get you patched up and heading home.”
Eddie grabbed hold of your unharmed hand, sending a shock through you. Oh no. He pulled you to the back office. Rummaging around, he managed to find the first aid kit. Inside he spotted some burn cream and bandages. He took your finger, spreading some cream around the burn. A cooling sensation hit the spot immediately, making you sigh. Tenderly, he wrapped a bandage around your finger. Making sure it wasn’t too tight. When he was done he brought it to his lips, giving it a soft kiss. An unconscious movement, as if it was something he needed to do.
The action made your face flare red. Eddie’s cheeks became ruddy as well. Unsure of why he did that.
Looking up at you had his face flushing harder.
“Uh, a kiss makes it better. Right?” He tried to deflect.
“I-I guess.” Shaking your head, you narrowed your eyes, questioning his motives. “It’s just not something that I would expect from a guy who’s been an asshole to me.”
“Asshole?” He let out an airy chuckle.
“Yes, asshole.”
“Newsflash, live wire; you’re no angel either.”
“Whatever.” You grumbled.
“See! You and your ‘whatevers’.”
“I don’t understand why it’s a problem.” You practically spat.
“Frankly, it’s a bit disrespectful.”
“Oh I’m sorry, I guess I should respect my elders, shouldn’t I?” You said sarcastically.
He yanked you toward him, nose to nose. You hadn’t realized he still had a grip on your hand.
“Yeah, a brat like you should.” He practically growled.
The close proximity had your face flushing again. Unconsciously, your thighs clenched. Eddie smirked at the action. Licking his lips as he looked back at you. Your eyes were wide, body shivering at the close proximity. You attempted to regain your composure.
“I-I’m not a brat.”
“Of course you would think that. You’ve gotten everything handed to you. Bet you think you deserve it all.”
You scowled, lip in a pout. One that Eddie realized he desperately wanted to kiss and bite. Fuck, this was… electrifying. Something he hadn’t experienced in years. Was it wrong to go after his subordinate? Maybe. Did he want to? Absolutely.
“I said, I’m not a brat.” You tried yanking your arm back.
Eddie tutted, keeping you locked with him.
“WHATEVER, princess. I’m sure you can go run off to uncle Dorian and be treated just right.”
Looking at your eyes, he realized he might have gone too far. He let go of your hand, which you snatched back. Rubbing your wrist you turned away. You blinked away tears.
You didn’t know why, but his words hurt.
“I’m going home.” You said quietly.
Oh shit. He knew he fucked up.
“The only reason Dorian treats me the way he does is because my dad is dead.” You still were faced away from Eddie.
“I didn’t…”
“I know.” You peeked over your shoulder at him. “But now you do.”
You exited the office quickly, not turning back once. Eddie was left alone and miserable. Why did he feel the need to press you so much? He barely even knew you. And now, it’s likely he fucked up a good thing.
You and Eddie avoided each other the next week. You couldn’t tell if you preferred that or not. Whenever you would cross paths, he’d do his best to exit the area as quickly as possible. You would do your best to make yourself invisible. Eventually, you couldn’t stand it though.
The distance somehow made the man more enticing. Perhaps it was the fact that he gave you the space you clearly needed, or maybe it was something else entirely.
While your last conversation with him hurt, you couldn’t get the man out of your mind. Was it inappropriate? Probably. Did you care? Not really. The moments before your outburst in the office had made you feel… things. Things you wished to explore further. Specifically with your boss. So after multiple days of avoidance, you decided to fuck with him.
It was a fairly busy shift, so you decided to have some fun. Popping one button of your shirt to give just a peek of your cleavage. With your patrons, you put on a bit of a show. Flirting with everyone. Making sure everyone got a good look at you. Complimenting whoever you could, making them blush at your words. Even teasing about giving your number out.
Out of the corner of your eye you watched as Eddie made his way closer and closer to the bar throughout the night. When he reached you, he spoke lowly. Jaw clenched in frustration. Exactly what you wanted.
“You’re staying after close. I’ll meet you in the office.”
“As you wish, sir.” You said, your eyes growing dark. The look made Eddie shiver.
He shouldn’t, but fuck, you were making it so difficult. He should have just continued to give you space, but he couldn’t help feel the same pull that you did. Something so enticing, all he needed was a taste. Just one, that’s all…
Eventually, the bar closed. You told Volt and Bev that you were asked to stay late again. While Bev paid no mind to it, Volt had given you a questioning look. Bright eyes trying to read you. When it seemed he couldn’t get a read, he shrugged his shoulders and headed home.
When it was just you, you geared yourself up for your confrontation.
Making your way to the office, you shook off your nerves. Reaching the door, you gave two knocks. A muffled voice called out from the other side.
“Come in.”
Behind the desk sat Eddie, his head perched on one hand. Eyes dark as he watched you enter the room. When you shut the door behind you, the man motioned for you to sit in front of him. He was trying to maintain a neutral expression, but you could see the tension in his jaw. Teeth clenched together in frustration.
“Did you have a good night?” He asked lowly.
The way his gaze remained on you had you shuffling uncomfortably. Looking up, you gave him your best naive expression.
“I did, yes. Why do you ask?”
“Do you think your behavior was appropriate for this establishment?” While his words maintained an air of professionalism, he practically growled them out.
“I don’t know what you mean? I was just being friendly with patrons.” You gave him a sweet smile, a knowing glint behind your eyes. “I apologize if anything came off as misconstrued.”
“Oh come off it.” He scoffed, pressing his hands on the table and pushing himself up. He walked around the desk to you. Leaning against it, eyes steely and cold.
“Again, I don’t know what you mean.” You batted your lashes at him, earning you another scoff.
He leaned down, hand reaching for your chin. Lifting your face to look directly at him, you had to swallow down a gasp.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you acting like a whore.”
Sputtering at his words, you batted his hand away. You stood up, glowering at him.
“Is that better or worse than a brat? Cause I think it shouldn’t matter how I act.” You huffed. “It’s a bar, decorum isn’t exactly a prerequisite to work here.”
His jaw clenched again. His eyes darted to the door, then he moved to turn the lock on the knob. The action made your eyes widen and heart race.
Turning to you, he stalked up. Face now almost nose to nose with you.
“Do you want to know what I think?” The low timbre of his voice had you shivering.
When you didn’t answer, he chuckled lowly. His hand returning to your chin, forcing you to face him.
“Well?”
“W-what do you think?” You stuttered out, eyes locked with his.
“I think you need to be put in your place.” His hand moved to your throat, lightly squeezing the sides.
He pulled you even closer, lips barely grazing yours. Sparks flew through you at the soft touch.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” He murmured against your lips.
Taking the opportunity, you pressed your lips against his. A low groan escaped the man as he pressed his lips against yours, taking back control. His tongue pressed into your mouth, making you whimper. He tasted like whiskey. Hot, heady, and fucking delicious.
Pulling away, he left his hand around your throat. A handsome smirk on his face as he took in your state. Disheveled, breathing hard, with your pupils blown wide out. Oh, he could get used to seeing you like this.
Using the leverage on your neck, he maneuvered you back onto the desk. Placing himself between your legs, he pulled you in for another kiss.
When he pulled away again, you managed to find your words.
“W-what…” You took in a shaky breath. “What exactly is my place?”
Nipping your lip, he groaned.
“With me, as mine.” He looked over you possessively. “Say it.”
Your face burned bright red, you almost shook your head. The look in his eyes had you deciding otherwise.
“I’m yours.”
“Good.”
With that, he pressed his lips against yours again. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue tangled with yours once more. Oh, this was dangerously addicting.
Clenching your thighs together, you tried to gain some friction. You could feel how wet you already were, and how you were burning with need.
Against your lips, you felt him smirk. A warm hand reached for one of your thighs, spreading it apart. He slowly trailed his hand up your thigh, making you shiver. Up your skirt his fingers reached your drenched panties. Hips jolting, you moaned against him.
He groaned at the feeling, slipping his fingers under the fabric to gather some of your slick. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he held back a whimper at your taste. The dark gaze in his eyes had you shivering again.
“You’re soaked. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”
Embarrassed, you looked away and nodded. The hand around your throat gave a warning squeeze.
“No, tell me.”
“I’ve wanted this.” You breathed out.
“Prove it.”
Letting go of your throat, Eddie reached for the belt on his pants. Easily sliding it off and dropping it to the floor. Following his hands, your eyes widened at the very prominent bulge in his pants. Licking your lips, you clenched your thighs again.
He unbuttoned his pants, sliding them past his thighs. His boxers followed shortly afterward. His cock sprung out, a bead of precum at the tip. Oh, he was very large. A nice length with a lovely curve that you could already imagine inside you.
“On your knees.” He commanded, to which you obliged.
Shakily you slid off of the desk, and onto the hard floor of the office. His cock just inches from your face. Mouth watering, you gazed up at him. He smirked, pressing the tip against your lips.
“Open.”
Opening your mouth, you let your tongue flop out slightly. Slowly, he slid his length into your awaiting mouth. The wet warmth made him groan. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he began to fuck into your mouth. Spit bubbled at the corner of your lips. With a thumb, he swiped it up. Watching him suck your spit off of his thumb had you whimpering around his length. Wetness was pooling into your panties as the man used you.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you?” All you could do was respond with a moan.
With a pop he pulled out of your mouth. Using the hand on your hair, he tugged you back up. Turning you around, he forced you face down onto the desk. Flipping up your skirt, he groaned. Your panties were soaked through. He slid them off of you, exposing your pussy to the cool air. You whimpered at the feeling, then moaned as Eddie began to tease your sex with his cock. The tip sliding between your drenched lips, catching on your clit.
“So fucking wet.” He groaned, staring at your pussy.
Slowly, he began to press into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling. Yeah, it had been a while for Eddie. Your tight wet heat had him shivering. His length was hitting all of the right spots within you.
When he felt you were sufficiently ready, he started to thrust in and out of you. Obscene squelching sounds filled the room. Against the desk your moans were muffled as you were being fucked dumb. That wouldn’t do. Eddie grabbed your hair, pulling your head back. The action making you moan loudly.
“That’s right.” He groaned in your ear, before leaving a trail of bites and kisses up your throat.
At this angle, his cock was hitting that one perfect gummy spot within you. Every press inside makes you sputter out moans. A tightness was building up within your core. Pleasure coursing through you as you let the man use your body.
“Mine.” He nipped at your ear. “Say it.”
“Y-yours, I’m yours!” You cried out.
“Damn right.” His thrusts grew faster.
Dexterous fingers trailed down your front. Hands cupping your breasts before trailing under your skirt. He began circling your clit as he continued to fuck you. Each press of his cock accompanied by sparks of pleasure from his fingers.
In his arms you were an absolute mess. Mouth hung open as a stream of moans escaped you. Gaze glazed over, just taking everything the man gave you. Your wet heat twitched around him as you felt your orgasm building up to a peak.
“Fuck, you’re close. Aren’t you, live wire?” The nickname had you whimpering.
You nodded, letting out a long moan as his cock hit just the right spot within you.
“Why don’t you cum on my cock then, yeah?” His voice was ragged. You could tell he was nearing his end as well. Likely holding off till you finished on him.
A perfectly placed swirl around your clit along with a thrust had you shattering. Screaming at the pure pleasure coursing through you. Clenching around Eddie had him following you. Stuttering out groans as you felt his cock twitch inside you. Hot ropes of cum filling you with a satisfying warmth.
Both of you groan at the feeling of your orgasms subsiding. A warm hand cups your chin, turning your head back. His lips meet yours in a messy open-mouthed kiss. Your lips capture the overstimulated moans he lets out.
While you both catch your breath, you feel his hands trailing over your back and sides. A surprisingly comforting action that has you sighing with content. You don’t see it, but a soft smile makes its way to his lips.
Eventually, Eddie pulls out of you with a groan. Some of his spend trailing down your thigh. A sight he would memorize for… later purposes. Helping you up, he smooths down your skirt. The look in his eyes is soft now.
He kisses you slowly, this time it's almost sweet. Like he didn’t just fuck you like a whore two minutes ago. When he pulls away, his eyes trail over your neck. He winces as he sees the bruises he littered over your throat. Guess it was time for turtleneck season, in the middle of summer.
“Sorry about that.” He gives you an apologetic look.
“It’s alright.” You wave him off a satisfied smile on your face.
“Let’s getcha home, yeah?”
Nodding, you let him escort you back to your place. Both of you buzzing, wondering what comes next.
The next day, you show up to work clad in a stuffy turtleneck. Praying desperately that no one would notice your odd choice of outfit.
As you prepare for the night, a large presence appears next to you. Looking up, you see Volt looking down on you expectantly. A smirk playing on his lips.
“Have a good night?” He asked, smirk growing wider.
Your eyes widened.
“Uh, yeah. I-I guess.”
“You guess?” He let out a dramatic sigh. “Did Eddie leave you dissatisfied?”
His words had you choking on your own spit. Sputtering and blushing, you stared at him in disbelief.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Really?” He reached for the collar of your turtleneck, pulling it down.
Clicking his tongue admonishingly, he gave you a knowing look. Brow raised, waiting for you to say something.
“I hit myself on something.” You covered up the spot on your neck.
“So be it.” He placed a hand on his hip, enjoying the embarrassed blush that had reached your cheeks. “I’m just disappointed I wasn’t invited to the party is all.”
Mouth agape, you watched as Volt strode off. Leaving you alone with a new aching between your thighs.
