‧₊˚✧ ❛[ fireworks when we collide ]❜
ft. seible, freodore, zeal ginjoka, kaelix debonair (separate) x f! reader — by the beat, nijisanji en
╰₊✧ you and your boyfriend are unable to keep focus on the new year’s event, turning your attentions away to celebrate with a bang instead ┊2.8k words
contains: smut!! 18+) dom by the beat & sub reader┊celebrity au! (seible) fingering, limo sex, (freo) giving oral (zeal) jealousy, receiving oral (kaelix) unprotected piv
➤ author's note: happy belated new year!! (the depression that comes with it is crazy, idk how anyone manages to do resolutions, and my family hates to see me have free time, this is four/five days late and very bad help.) to another year of writing, this fic is sponsored by meli (ilysmmm)
you had just spent hours getting ready for this new year’s gala, personally doing your hair and makeup all nice after putting on a custom-designed outfit which was sure to have the press fall to their knees when they see you stepping out onto the red carpet. there’s always a special magic when it comes to curating your own look rather than sitting in a swivel chair for hours on end for artists to style you, and although you loved to see what they had planned for you, you preferred to be reminded of how things were before your name became considered “a-listed.” it kept you humble instead of allowing the fame to get to your head, which you were always fearful about whenever people tried to insist on serving you without having you lift a finger. the last thing you wanted was for the public to think you were too self-centered or narcissistic, but you also said that the last thing you wanted was for your look to be ruined before you could make the most out of it, and now you were wondering what the point of all that time and effort was for if your boyfriend was just going to ruin it anyway.
━━━ .°˖✧ seible - 7:33pm ˚₊ ⊹
there’s no possible way for the chauffeur to have any idea of what was going on in the backseat of the limousine a mere few feet behind him, but there was still a part of you which was slightly nervous that the soundproof and blacked-out divider that separated the two of you from him was suddenly defective for some reason. imagine if the poor older man was merely pretending to be oblivious to avoid embarrassment or getting fired from this cushy job you gave him, you think you would be the one dying of humiliation.
your boyfriend, on the other hand, is just as shameless as ever, not giving a single damn whether or not the other man was aware of your ungodly actions, only caring about the adorable reactions you were showing with your shyness. every little mewl and moan from the way his long fingers were curled up inside of you spurred him on to do more, pulling up your dress past your waist while sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck.
it’s almost like he’s making it his mission to ruin your appearance, your perfectly sculpted hair falling out of place, your lipstick smearing with sight imprints left on his pale skin, and the fabric of your outfit getting all wrinkled. at least there was an overly convenient towel hidden away in one of the compartments of the vehicle, laid out underneath where you sat so that none of the evidence of your arousal would stick to your dress or the leather seats of the car.
he maintains a slow and teasing pace, thrusting his digits in and out in accordance to his will rather than yours, making you curl your manicured toes in your high heels and roll back your eyes with every rub of your clit. you could feel yourself becoming more desperate as time passed, knowing that if you didn’t reach your peak before the ride was over, then you wouldn’t have any time to adjust yourself and would be walking out onto the red carpet looking dazed and frazzled in a lust-induced haze. seible would never allow it, adamantly declaring that he’s the only one who gets to see you in such a state, but if worse comes to worst, at least he knows that the reporters were stupid enough to believe it was an intentional design, and he would be able to get infinite entertainment from the memory.
“you,” you managed to groan out, “are going to be in so much trouble when we get home.”
through the ringing of your ears as your orgasm arrives and crashes throughout your body, you could hear him giggling girlishly before continuing to steal your breath away with another kiss. it’s not that he didn’t believe in the legitimacy of your threat, already sure that in a couple of hours, even when you’re both tuckered out from all of the partying, then he would find himself on his hands and knees with a collar around his neck for you to pull around on a leash.
there might even be a little golden bell that rings every time he moves, and along with the sound of him begging for your forgiveness, it will all be music to your ears. no matter the case, he’ll gladly accept his punishment when the time comes without a single word of protest, but for now, once he has you all cleaned up, he’ll help you look just as perfect as you did when you stepped into the limo, utilizing his strangely steady hands to help fix the makeup he ruined, and when you finally step out to the adoring crowds, you’ll be looking like the stunning goddess you truly were with his arm wrapped possessively around your waist.
━━━ .°˖✧ freodore - 8:26pm ˚₊ ⊹
people have been complimenting you nonstop ever since you stepped foot into the building, saying that you were practically glowing in a way only an angel come to earth would be, and while you gave all of them your sincerest thanks, there was a certain someone with turquoise hair who never said anything at all. he didn’t need to, drinking in your appearance from afar, silently admiring you because he fears that there was nothing he could say that was appropriate to speak in public.
he isn’t the only one who has his mind running wild at the moment, because he looks more dazzling than he has any right to be, and your jaw nearly dropped when you saw him under the sparkling chandelier rather than the white potlights of your shared home. both of you would often complain how lackluster the male attire tends to be at events like this, just wearing a nice suit that has been worn a dozen times before and calling it a day, so freo takes the time needed to customize and style his outfit so that it’s anything but simple and sleek, looking like a walking work of art that you needed to take a bite out of for your own sanity.
while he knew he looked good, he didn’t think he looked good enough for you to be acting like a borderline rabid animal. not that he minded, of course, he was extremely flattered that you found him so irresistible that you needed to shove him into a nearby broom closet because you needed to feel his skin underneath all those layers, but if he knew you would be behaving like this, then maybe he would have placated you before you both left the house.
although, he isn’t sure it would have worked to begin with, not when he’s slapping a palm over his mouth to prevent any moans from slipping out while you’re sucking the soul out of him. he likes to pride himself in remaining calm in all situations, including this one, but it’s nearly impossible to accomplish when you’re expertly bobbing your head along his length while looking up at him through those innocent half-lidded eyes as if you weren’t doing something so dirty at the moment.
still, he couldn’t prevent the little mutters that managed to escape to fill the silence in between the sinful yet glorious sounds you were making with your mouth enveloping his cock— little ‘uhs’ slipping out along with blurred words of praise, telling you how good you were at this and how good you were making him feel. this was his own heaven on earth, shaking like a leaf in the wind at the way your tongue would flatten against his underside and swirl against the angry red tip.
“f-fuck,” he groaned, unable to stop the rare swear from popping out, subconsciously jerking his hips into your mouth, “god, i’m so close.”
a little smile came to your face at the little tidbit of information, knowing that when he starts using words as dirty as his actions, he’s going to burst in barely half a minute. it didn’t matter if you sped up or maintained your pace, as long as you didn’t completely draw yourself back from him, so you continued to snake your tongue around his shaft and run your mouth along his length until the familiar hot flood of cum filled your mouth, which you gladly swallowed as a job well done. by the time you both left and rejoined the others, they were none the wiser about why your lips appeared to be a bit swollen and why his waves were a little off, simply brushing it off as nothing they shouldn’t be concerned about.
they didn’t even notice how the two of you seemed to be a bit more lovey dovey with each other like a high school couple would be, holding hands and smiling a bit too brightly at each other, but that’s just what comes when you meet your soulmate, they suppose, the light never fizzes or goes out.
━━━ .°˖✧ zeal ginoka - 10:52pm ˚₊ ⊹
“when are you going to be done? is the boss really going to have you working all night? it’s been hours…” you whined, resting your face in your palm.
your boyfriend has been behind the bar table ever since you got here, which has been hours ago. talking and socializing with your friends was nice, watching him work while getting wine drunk was fun, but now, you just wanted to spend time with him and him alone instead of just watching him mix drinks and serve them to customers. besides, some of them were getting too brave with the liquor in their veins, having the audacity to flirt with him right in front of your face. arguably, they probably didn’t know he was taken in the first place, but when you were just about slam your glass down and slap one of the patrons in the face, zeal suddenly reached across to grab your wrist and pull you out back, taking you to a completely empty breakroom before locking the door behind him.
“don’t you have ten more minutes until your break?”
“don’t you know that i’m all yours and that you don’t need to fight random people for my attention? besides, could you imagine what the press would say if you suddenly beat up some rando?”
for fucks sake, must he always be so flirtatious even when you’re high strung? you were half-tempted to be a little brat who pouts before leaving him high and dry for pissing you off after smiling too sweetly at guests, but he knows all too well how to handle you when you’re mad at him, and getting on his knees with his face buried in between your thighs is a sure-fire way to make you completely forget about your anger.
he’s a bartender, of course, he’s paid to look handsome and to be nice to all the customers in a way that made them feel special, but there wasn’t a single one of them that he wanted as much as he wanted you. he’s been thinking about this the entire time he was serving them, how he’d much rather be celebrating new year’s eve in bed with his beloved, but he’ll have to settle for tongue-fucking you in the place where he usually naps in between shifts. the thrill of it all and the way you pull at his dark locks is enough to make up for the lack of comfort, although it probably doesn’t make too much of a difference for you when your mind is starting to swim with pleasure.
while he adores the way you glare when jealous and the attitude you develop, he adores even more how quickly you shut up in favor of moaning when he flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, expertly eating you out with the same vigor he uses when shaking up his drinks. it doesn’t help that your sweet nectar was his drunker than any gin or tonic could make him, mindlessly lapping up your arousal dripping from your slit as if it was the only sustenance a starved man like him would ever need. he’s just as addicted and mad with lust as you are, maybe even more with how turned on he got when seeing your hand balled up in a fist ready to throw and decided that he needed you right in that very second, sneaking away before his shift was even over.
it’s embarrassing how just a minute of having his mouth on where you wanted him most was enough to make all of your annoyance disappear like it was never there, but he’s so talented with his tongue that you don’t think that there would be a single person in the entire world who won’t be the same. not that anyone would know, not when he’s all yours.
━━━ .°˖✧ kaelix debonair - 11:59pm ˚₊ ⊹
celebrating the new year and counting down to midnight with friends while absolutely sloshed is always fun, but many suppose that it becomes a little repetitive after a couple of dozen times, so no one batted an eye when you and kaelix retired from the party early, assuming that you both were just going to head to bed and try to sleep off the booze as well as through the barrage of fireworks when the clock strikes twelve.
while that may have been the original plan, your energy was quickly revitalized when your lover suddenly climbed on top of you before you could doze off, kissing you in a way that was getting you all hot and bothered embarrassingly fast.
it’s much more vulnerable than it would have been if you recklessly fucked at the gala in a hidden corner. you were changed into silk pajamas without an ounce of makeup on your face and much more shy than you usually were, a sharp contrast from the confident aura you were radiating earlier. it’s not that you find yourself outright unattractive, but when you’re always under a microscope and a possible target of scrutiny at any given moment, you’ve become much more reserved when you’re not adopting your famous persona.
regardless, kaelix prefers you this way, the real you, instead of the glamorous act you put on when on television (even though he loves it very much as well). he’s quick to strip you of all your clothing, peppering kisses all along your body, and moving everything so fast. there isn’t any real reason for him to be rushing things. maybe it’s because of the invisible deadline of midnight, maybe it’s because he just can’t help himself in the moment, but when he finally sinks into you with a low groan, he can’t help but feel grateful for going home early rather than sticking around the party. he wouldn’t be able to fuck you even half as comfortably if you were both hiding out in a bathroom or storage closet as he could in the comfort of your shared bed.
and god, he’s so big, there are a few seconds of pain at first that could have been prevented with a little more prep, but it doesn’t really matter to you when the stretch quickly becomes so unbelievably pleasurable in a way you couldn’t explain as he began to thrust into you at the most perfect pace, a skill he’s learned to master ever since you both started being intimate. you could practically feel him pulsing inside of you like a heartbeat, as well as every ridge and the curve of his cock filling you up.
his hands moved in between your thighs to spread them apart, allowing him to stare mesmerized at the way your pussy swallowed him whole, his glasses slipping off to the edge of his nose as he looked down. it slowed down his speed, making you whine at the lack of friction, attempting to lock your legs around him to get him back on track, and it took him a couple of seconds to do so when he was so busy admiring your erotic beauty.
he wasn’t even fazed by the sound of cheers and fireworks going off outside, unable to think of or focus on anything other than you. you were hardly any different, ignoring all of the chaos of the new year happening and simply wiggling your hips against his because, as much as you love being adored like a princess, you also wanted to get fucked properly.
so he obeys like an obedient pup after the few seconds of distraction, but first, he lowers himself to place a tender little kiss on your nose, letting out a soft chuckle at the way your face scrunched up. “happy new year, my love.”
