Take Responsibility - Denki

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• Pro-Hero AU, Denki x GN!Reader
• 1360 Words
• Warnings: Smut, Smut Smut. If you are not 18 or older, please do not read.
• Authors Note: Requests are still OPEN! Refer to guidelines on my blog for rules. This is my birthday present to myself, LOL.

+Denki comes home late one night and is in a certain mood. You wake up to him coming into the room. He crawls into bad with you and proceeds to make a mess of you and himself.

I had fallen asleep early that night. We had been messing around a bit but Denki had to go out on a late mission and told me not to wait up. So I threw on one of his shirts and went to bed. I was woken up by the bedroom door shutting and opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach and saw the clock read 2:30am.

“Denki?” I called out in a sleepy voice. I pushed up on my elbows slightly, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s me baby…” I felt the bed dip and Denki crawl over me. I turned over to look at him. Once level with my eyes, he leant on his forearm next to my head with his other hand on my waist.

“What…” I went to ask, setting my hand on his chest.

“Sh, baby…” He leant in close, ghosting a breath over my lips before kissing me hungrily. I whimpered underneath him, barely being able to keep up with his pace. His hand lightly traveled down my leg and back up, catching the hem of my (his) shirt with his thumb. He pulled away and I tried to follow his lips.

“Hey!”

“Haha. Soon enough sweet darlin’.” He said. I watched him look me over in the dark. “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He leant down and traced the shirt collar with his tongue. I gasped, arching my back and squirming under him. “Oh, do you like that?”

“Yes!” I tried to pull him into a kiss but he kept his distance. I whined and he just laughed in response. His hand moved back down and traveled between my legs, purposely missing the spot I needed him most. He pushed my thighs apart and slotted his hips between my legs. I could feel his hard length pushing against me.

“What should I do next darling?” He kissed my neck and slowly rolled his hips into mine. My mouth dropped open before I bit my lip.

“Anything, please. Just… touch me, love me, kiss me.” I grabbed onto his neck. He let me pull him down this time. My kiss to him is very needy. I whined against his lips as he rubbed circles into my hips. I bucked up into him and he gasped against my lips.

“Shit baby.” He pulled away as his hips moved against mine. I kissed down his jaw before searching his neck for his sweet spot. He gave a particularly hard thrust when I nibbled just above his collar bone. I attacked that spot and shivered as he moaned.

“Denki, please. I need you.” He pushed up onto his hands, still grinding against me.

“Uh, do you know? I couldn’t tell.” He joked. I hit him in the chest before running my fingers through his hair. I toyed with the black bolt.

“I want you.” I whispered.

“Then you’ll have me.” He smiled. He hooked his thumbs in my underwear before pulling them off. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes. I trailed my eyes down his toned chest until I got to his v-line. He was just about to pull off his briefs.

“Let me…” I sat up and pushed his hands away. He stood up on his knees and I pulled them off. His cock bobbed before standing at attention. I looked up at him through my lashes before licking a long stripe from base to tip.

“Shit” He hissed and I felt him grip my hair. I wrapped my hand around his shaft before slowly pumping him. I teased the tip with my tongue before blowing on it. My head was pulled back roughly. “Now, no teasing.”

“I’m sorry.” I tried to go back to his cock but he instead pushed me down. He lowered himself back down. He kissed me and I felt his fingers at my entrance. I moaned as he slipped two fingers in. I bucked against his hand. “More.”

“Patience baby. Don’t want to hurt you.” He whispered. He slowly prepped me adding another finger for a bit before pulling them out completely. He then reached behind my head and came back with a condom.

“Denki, hurry.”

“Impatient tonight?” He asked while slipping it on.

“You’re the one that woke me up and got me all hot and bothered so take responsibility.” I snapped, yanking on his hair. He hissed and dropped down to hover just above me.

“I will then.” He smirked and pushed in in one go.

“Ah, Denki!” I moaned out, my hand finding more purchase in his hair. He grinded his hips slowly against mine while I adjusted to his size. His fingers had nothing on his dick. I gasped and he get his forehead on mine. “Pl-lease.”

“Alright.” He pulled his hips back slightly and pushed forward again. I whined and bucked up into him more. He chuckled and pinned down my hips.

“Denki!” I went to protest but was cut off by a hard thrust. A moan forced it way out of my lungs as he set an ungodly pace. I clutched onto his back, nails scratching his back.

“Dammit Y/N…” He said breathlessly. He angled his thrusts and lifted my hips higher.

“Ah! Denki, right there!” I gasped. He straightened up and I ran my nails down his chest.

“That feel good, baby?” He asked breathlessly. I nodded furiously, basically mewling at the pleasure.

As he went fast and harder, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, just moans of his name. I hiked my legs up higher on his waist pulling him closer. I reached up and cupped his cheek. He opened his eyes to meet mine and his were completely clouded with lust. I’m sure mine matched his.

I slightly tugged on his hair and he seemed to get the hint because he dropped down and planted his lips on mine. His hand traveled down and rubbed me slightly. I gasped and tightened around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasped against my lips. His hips stuttered before he picked up his pace. The sound of slapping skin, heavy breathing, and muffled moans were filling the room. It wasn’t long until I felt that familiar warmth tightening in my belly.

“I’m close, Denks.” I said, pulling away from his sweet lips.

“Are you know?” He asked. I nodded with a whimper. “Mmm…” Suddenly he tapped my thigh, sending a small voltage through me.

“Denki!” My back arched off the bed.

“God dammit, that was hot! Got to admit I’m close too, babe.” He nipped at my neck and ear. “How about we cum together?”

“Yes.” I nodded furiously.

“Come on then baby…cum with me.” He gave one hard thrust hitting all the right places and I fell over the edge.

“Denki!” I screamed.

“Shit, Y/N!” His hips sputtered before going still, cumming hard. He lightly kissed at my neck, grinding his hips as we both came down. He pushed up and pulled out slowly. I whined from the sensitivity. “I’m sorry baby.” He kisses my chest and tummy before getting up.

“Fuck.” I moved up the bed and laid better on the pillows. “Denki.”

“I’m coming back, my love. Patience.” He called from the other room.

“Okay.” I murmured as I tried to pull the blanket over me slightly. Denks came back with stuff to clean me up. He shushed and cooed at me as I flinched from the sensitivity. He disappeared for a moment before coming back and he hopped into bed with me.

“Damn, you always amaze my baby.” He whispers as he cuddles up to me, burying us in the blankets. I bury my head in his neck and completely relax into his arms.

“I try.” I joked. He chuckles and nuzzles into my hair and breaths in. “Did something happen at work that you needed some relief from?”

“No. Just wanted my darling baby.”

“Okay.” I kissed his collarbone. “But know that I will be getting you back for the teasing later.” I felt him shiver under me and smirked.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said in an excited tone before we both drifted off.

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A/N: I just saw the Joker and I just HAVE to write a story about it, so here ya go :). I am thinking of maybe making a part 2 of this, so just let me know if you like that idea! 

Genre: Joker!Taehyung, Angst, smut, oneshot (?)

Paring: Taehyung X reader

Word-count:6.5k

Warnings: Sexual content, groping, kissing, pinning, smoking, slapping, name-calling, Stockholm-syndrome.

Summary:You’d never thought you had to face the well-known criminal: the Joker, since he always targets rich people. Still, somehow the tables turn when you go to the famous club ‘La Farceur’ and to be faced with (maybe?) your worse nightmare.

Masterlist

‘Again, the so-called ‘Joker’ has raided another bank. 9 people have been shot during the raid, which of 4 have died. 20 people are badly wounded. This has been the fifth time this two weeks. How long do we have to wait for someone to act on this?’ 

You attentively watch the news as you see the blurred images of the man, who calls himself ‘the Joker’, and who does so much terrible things. You can’t imagine someone being so devilish; he doesn’t even do it for money you’ve heard. He is pure evil; he does it for his own satisfaction and happiness. People like this really do exist, which normally isn’t the case. People often do bad stuff because of lack of money or something, but he has all the money now and still continues to do bad stuff. Maybe he’s in depth with someone, it must be. It’s the only logical explanation. 

‘That guy is plainly sick’, you hear your friend comment from beside you, eating cereal just like you are doing. It’s really a tradition for the both of you to watch the news together in the morning, making that your bonding-time as roommates. Discussing politics and such. ‘He must be on some shit’, Lisa continues before taking another bite. You huff before agreeing, that man can’t be right in his mind. Or maybe he was fucked up in his childhood by his father or something, anything. Luckily you’re not likely to ever have to face him, being a student. He mostly targets rich people, like banks and stuff. Well ‘being rich’ is something that you certainly aren’t. 

‘He does have something hot though, I don’t know what’, Lisa comments, making you laugh out of disbelieve. ‘Damn Lisa, going out with criminals now hm?’, you tease her and she nudges you back. ‘I mean, it’s kind off wild. It isn’t a boring relationship, that’s for sure.’ You laugh even louder at that. ‘Well, true that honey. Still wouldn’t be my first pick though’, you response, shaking your head.   

The both of you finish your food and get ready for your first class. You walk to the campus together, talking about anything you could think of. You’ve really grown to like Lisa. You’ve now been roommates for 5 months, you being the somewhat silent person and she being the outgoing on. You really always need one of the two between friends, otherwise it won’t work. She takes you out to parties and you make sure she goes to school. You’re always together, having grown a strong bond together.

‘So, still up for some alcohol tonight? How about a bar or something?’, Lisa suggests and you nod. ‘Why not? It’s not like we have anything else to do.’ She looks with exciting eyes at you. ‘Wow, really? Thought you would’ve refused. Do I see a new woman in front of me?’ Lisa takes a step back as she looks at you in awe. You chuckle, lightly punching her shoulder. ‘We don’t have any tests or assignments, so why not? Therewith, I haven’t gotten laid in ages. It’s time’, you confess, carrying a frustrated face. She frowns. ‘How long’, she asks and you hold up 5 fingers. She gasps as she stops her pace beside you. ‘No… I’m so sorry for you. Why didn’t you tell me?’ She puts an arm around you as she still has a worried face, making you huff. ‘Well damn, it’s not something to discuss on a daily basis.’ You look around you to see if anyone has heard your conversation, being slightly embarrassed. You don’t see anyone, except this big guy standing along the sidewalk. He does kind of seem odd to you, but you decide not to pay any attention to him and to continue your walk with your worried friend.

You both arrive at the class, entering as Lisa keeps on asking about your sex life. ‘Lisa stop! I will get laid tonight and I will be okay.’ You stop her ramble. She pouts before agreeing. ‘Okay, but you’re going to have to put my sexy clothes on. A normal skirt wont do it with this mission’, she notes and you scoff. ‘Whatever makes you satisfied’, you say before you let yourself focus on the class, which is just about to start.

‘How does one own such a tight and short dress’, you complain as you walk down the street, trying to pull your dress further down. Lisa holds your arm hooked around hers, pulling you back up. ‘Don’t bend down like that, your boobies will maybe pop out doing that’, she giggles as she shakes her head. You scoff, not liking this outfit only one bit. Yeah, you want to get laid. But like this, it’s kind of cheap and that’s not really what you had in mind. You just want a one-night-stand, but not with some gross dude. He needs to have class and be a gentleman. But knowing Lisa, she doesn’t really mind about that. And there is nothing wrong with that; the girl has needs too. Your standards are just different.

You arrive at the familiar club ‘Le Farceur’, being one of the hottest clubs in the city right now. You often come here, knowing you’d get the optimal club-experience. You’d be surprised how many clubs aren’t great at all. Some clubs have old gross men on the side who keep on looking at you with there old eyes. Others just have awkward young people who don’t know how to party nor to throw one. ‘Le Farceur’ really knows how to do it having: great DJs; cute barmen; great lights and a beautiful dance floor made out of glass. You love the club and you always feel like you walk into another universe.

‘May I get that coat?’ The doorman asks and you nod, giving him exactly that. Lisa also gives her coat to the other man standing a bit further in the hall. You can already hear the music dancing off of the walls. When you take a turn to Lisa, you already see her flirting with that very guy. You don’t know how she does it with that much ease, you simply can’t. You can already hear Lisa say: ‘What makes you different, makes you special.’ Yeah, say that to the girl who will stay alone forever in her little house with her thousand cats.

‘Ready?’, Lisa asks as she approaches you. You nod and the both of you enter the hall. The club is already full with sweaty dancing people. The smokers are fully on and everything looks blurry as you enter the room. Immediately Lisa grabs your hand and pushes through the crowd, trying to find the bar at the other side of the club. The music is loud as you walk through the people. Some people are singing, some are talking with their friends; some are trying to flirt with others. You like this, it’s as if anyone can finally let loose in this room. There are no worries, just maybe the growing feeling that you might throw up because of the many drinks one has taken. No tests, no pressure from school. Just loud music and beautiful people around you.

‘You want the usual?’ Lisa asks and you nod. You look around as Lisa starts ordering. You can see a few familiar faces in the crowd, being people you know from school. You’re not surprised, this is a well-known club. Everyone at the campus talks about it. About people who have hooked up there, or even split up.

‘Here you go, one tequila shot, a lemon and some salt. Let’s go!’ Lisa yells after putting some salt on your hand. You immediately lick it off of your hand, shot the tequila through your throat and put the lemon in your mouth. You frown out of disgust, but then laugh because of the thrill it gives you. Lisa mirrors you exact, making you laugh even more. The both of you do a few more shots before heading to the dance floor, dancing together before Lisa finds a very handsome young man to dance with.

You can feel yourself getting drunk by the second, loosing up and dancing more freely. You let yourself focus on the music, though you don’t know the song.  You don’t really care though.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you turn around. A tall guy stands in front of you. You giggle as you take a step closer and you can recognize his face. It’s the guy from this morning, he was standing along the sidewalk. I guess he did hear us talk and probably wants a peace. He looks mysterious, having dark glasses and this black suit on. It’s like he’s straight out of Man In Black. You just know he could take you just the way you’ve needed someone to for the last 5 months. A strong tall guy, maybe even a gentleman.

He now firmly holds your arm, almost painfully as he start dragging you through the crowd. You don’t know how to react, but you’re kind off too drunk to know how. You start pulling on your arm, hoping that the guy will just let go. It’s now that you’re beginning to panic, what does this guy want? Why is nobody stopping this guy? People see me right? They see me getting dragged out of the crowd? Or maybe I’ve done something wrong and is it security trying to escort me out. I just can’t remember myself misbehaving.

You arrive at a door in the corner of the club. The guy has been silent the whole time as you were trying to follow his fast pace through the crowd. You want to be sober so you could try to make sense out of this, but you can’t. You’re stuck being this drunk fuck that’s busy trying to keep her balance.

‘Who are you?’ you manage to get out. The man doesn’t answer and just starts dialing some number beside the door. You figured he is taking you in there. But why? This can’t be something bad, right? People didn’t just let a girl dragged through the club only to get raped. Or do things like this happen this easily? Thinking about it, drunk people don’t really keep an eye on others around them. So it’s possible. You begin to pull harder on your arm, even wiggling in hope that he magically let your arm go. The guy grunts, making the grip on your arm tighter. You let out a small yell out of pain, body falling in each other. You try to stay up, but together with your drunk mind you can’t really keep it that way.

You hear a soft beep and the door in front of you opens. The guy drags you through the door and closes it behind you. He didn’t come along with you; you’re just alone there in this room, that’s what you think at least. You don’t dare to look up; you just look down at your hands, which you can’t quite get focused because of the alcohol that flows through your system. You do notice the room is pinkish and the floor from is wood. Your eyes slowly make their way up and you now see a white carpet on the ground. Something like a sofa is on the end and a little coffee table on the side.

‘He hasn’t hurt you, has he?’ You suddenly hear someone say at the end of the room. Your body shocks by hearing this sudden voice. It does sound familiar, like you’ve heard it somewhere before, but not face-to-face. The voice doesn’t give you a good feeling though. You want to look up, but you’re a bit too dizzy to do so. At this point you don’t really know what’s real anyways.

‘You look weak, I didn’t fucking ask for a weak one’, the person says again, talking in a irritating manner. You frown, still looking down. ‘Then why don’t you fuck off’, you reply, not caring for the words you are using. You slowly sit up, finally finding your balance. You scan the room. You notice how the walls are red, the black ceiling and the golden decorations around the room. At the side you see a pole and you realize this must be some sex-room. At the end you see a big sofa with a man sitting on it. He’s sitting with his legs crossed and his head hiding behind a newspaper. You frown as you start to scan the man. He has a colorful appearance, wearing some form of a suit. You can even see the top of his head, showing a green color or maybe blue? You can’t really see that well, not with the blurry vision thanks to the alcohol. You do see some kind of smoke surrounding the man and when you start to smell, you just know it’s a cigarette.  

‘So you are feisty’, you hear him say with a smug sound. You scoff, trying to prove you’re not scared, but you fucking are. You don’t know what to do, but you do know this man has power.

Then his newspaper goes down and the painted face looks back at you, a cigarette resting on his lips and showing a cocky expression. Your eyes go wide and your heart starts to race a million times faster than it already was. It’s the fucking maniac. The guy you’ve now seen for months upon months, doing terrible things against the nation. It’s the man who has stolen billons of dollars from rich people and not hesitating to make a few kills for it.

He has a dark grin on his face, as he looks you up and down, standing up from the couch in the uncanny manner. You move your body as far as possibly away from him, that being your natural actions. How the fuck did I get in this situation. You try to move further back, but your head still tolls by the alcohol you’ve been drinking merely moments ago. He walks up to you with a fast pace, making you scared. He knows what he is doing and he loves it. He loves to make people scared.

He crouches down beside you and grabs your hair, pulling it back harshly so you look into his eyes. You can hear a soft thud beside your face, being it the cigarette he puts out on the wall you’re pressed up against. His face is very close to you now, his lips hovering above yours and breath hitting against your skin. The smoke is still coming out of his mouth when he starts speaking.

‘I’ve heard you that you are looking for something naughty, my ‘lady ’, he says with a low and dark voice, now letting himself sit down on your lap. You don’t know how to react to this, but your body does the job as you feel a certain warmth stream through you. You feel yourself now breathe much louder and your body wants something, you can feel it. You know the feeling all too well, maybe even loving the adrenaline flowing through your body that goes with it.

No, stop (y/n). It’s just the alcohol. You can’t feel this way towards this ‘man’.

The Joker smirks down at you upon seeing you struggle underneath him. He yanks your hair back ever so slightly, exposing your delicate neck to him. His eyes meet yours, still as dark as they always are, before he reaches down and gently kissing the exposed skin, surprising you with the gently touches. It’s not something you’d expect from such a masterminded criminal like him, the Joker. Your body shakes as you let yourself embrace the tinkling feeling on your skin, which are vastly changing into sloppy kisses and making you moan ever so quietly. Why is he so damn good at this?

‘Let’s see what you’ve got, baby’, he whispers into your ear after parting his lips with your neck, he even had inspected the red skin it had turned to. Suddenly he yanks on your hair as he stands up himself, forcing you to get off the ground. You let out a small whine as you try to follow his forcing moves. He pushes you towards the couch, not so gentle anymore, and bends you over right on that spot. You inhale sharply upon this action, but you don’t fight it for some reason. Your brains are telling you to scream and kick your way out of it, but the alcohol is letting that voice fade into the background together with the pounding noises from outside the wall, where people are still dancing and shouting along the music. The only thing you can focus on now is his groin pressed up against your ass, feeling so thick and long, and the way it makes your body ache for more.  

‘You know what ‘Le Farceur’ stands for baby?’ His hands are finding its way around your butt, tracing soothing circles and making it hard for your knees to stay up. Then, with no warner whatsoever, he pulls his hand up and lets it down with great force against your ass. You let out a small high-pitched moan, making yourself again amazed at the way this man can make you weak like this. You can hear him laugh behind you, cocky that he could make you feel this hot by only slapping you. ‘It stands for ‘the Joker’’, He says, both hands groping you harshly, your body pleading you for more. You lean into him as he does so and you can’t do anything but to plead out your pleasure.

‘F-Fuck daddy.’

You feel another slap on your butt, but this time a bit stronger and with more passion than before. You hiss this time, not feeling any pleasure by that, rather pain. But not the kind of pain you want to run away from. Your arms almost give in by the force of the slap. He grabs your hair again and pulls you up straight against his body, his hard cock pressed up against your butt with more force. You can already taste it on your mouth.

‘who?’ He asks as he moves his hips forcefully against your ass, making your back to arch into him. You love this, you love the way he makes you dripping wet, the way his cock forces its way against your ass and making you hope you didn’t have any panties on.

‘J-Joker’, you reply, almost moaning, as he remains to move against your ass from behind you. You can practically feel the way he smirks behind you, eyes printed on you as he does so. He lets go of your hair slowly, his fingers wondering down. He touches every single feature of yours, beginning from your neck, down to your arms and gently groping you and making you rill all over. His hands grab the soft fabric of your dress and pull the strings over your shoulder. The newly exposed skin are immediately marked with his wet kisses, making you arch into him. You want to be closer to him. He doesn’t react to it, he just continues his way down, letting the dress slowly slide off your body. You feel nervous as he does his action, too much anticipated and wanting him to fuck you already. You even let out a soft whine, hoping he would punish you or anything, but he doesn’t. A mastermind indeed.

When your dress finally hits the ground, only wearing your panties now, you can feel his hands caressing your breasts. You can hear him grunt when he start pinching your nipples, pleasure getting ahead of him as he does so. You hum when he gropes your breasts with more force, pulling you closer against his body and you feel his dick again close against you. He is such a tease, being so slow with you, not fucking you immediately.

‘Patience my baby girl’, He whispers into your ear as he lets go of you. You let out a small noise, feeling so naked and untouched when you don’t feel him against you anymore. You want to turn around, but you can hear a disapproving sound when you almost did. ‘No can do, baby doll. Patience I said’, he instructed and you obeyed. How hot he might be and how much you want him inside of you, he still is one of the biggest criminals. He is still dangerous and you wouldn’t want to get actually hurt by this little game he is playing with you.

You can hear something hitting the ground, some kind of fabric maybe. You don’t really know where he is in the room since the noise from outside is still pounding through the walls, music and talking people getting right through. It makes you even more wet upon knowing he’s about to fuck you so hard while people are right there outside. Oh, you want him to. So badly.

‘Lay down’, you suddenly hear from behind you. You say as you are told, lying down on the sofa in front of you. First you sit down, making eye contact with the man in the room and you are not upset with what you are met with. He is standing in front of you, fully naked. His body is painted with thick caramel-colored muscles, shining under the dim-pink lights around you. His legs look strong and his chest looks so inviting, something you want to have a taste of. His cock is standing strong and proudly, looking so good and delicious. You just know he’s going to fill you up the way you want him to and with that dazzling expression, he is promising he will just do that.

‘You like what you see, don’t you baby?’, He declares as he sees your longing eyes, finally laid down on the sofa. You swallow back your words, knowing you can’t get too excited. You’ve learned your lesson now; you won’t let him tease you that long again. You need him right now and toying with you is definitely not the way to go.

Your eyes are widened when he decides to slowly walk up to you, making your body ache of desire. His muscles move strongly, but still so delicate. You hate the fact that you can’t see his face, though you still find the façade kind of exciting. His eyes still look dark when he finally reaches you, like he is fucking you with them, but not touching you yet. You squirm on your place, trying to calm yourself down and to net get too excited.

In one swift move he had placed himself above your waist, his dick throbbing as you can basically taste him. He is so close, you just have to lean forward and you can just-

‘No no, sweetheart. I’ll guide you’, he says as he pushes you back on your place, making you whine once again. You knew you shouldn’t have whined that much, because suddenly his eyes looked angry, making you shiver. He grabs your hair once again and yanks it back. There flew a shot of pain through your neck, since he has bend your neck over the handrail. You let out a small yell upon feeling that, but before you could say anything was his face already close you yours.

‘Whine fucking once again and I will snap that neck.’ His threat got through to you and you just nod, eyes wide open, as you feel terrified. He sits back on your waist as he suddenly puts a cigarette in his mouth, lightening it with a small lighter. You look at him with awe as he pulls his hair back and taking a deep inhale of his cigarette. Though he had just threatened you, you still think he is so beautiful, in some ways.

‘Now, darling. Open wide’, He says as he suddenly closes the gab between you and his cock, his body now placed above you. You open your mouth as far as you could, your hands finding its way to his cock and placing it right in your mouth. You can hair him grunt as you lick his dick wet, making it ready for you to suck on. You begin slowly, making your mouth hallow as you let him enter your mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his skin, but still the way it’s so delicious. His hips slowly begin to rock with your movements, making a pace onto your mouth. You can now smell the smoke again and when you look up, you see him exhaling all that smoke out of his lungs.

How can one be so damn hot when smoking?

You begin to suck, making slurping sounds with your mouth as you do so. It’s now that he grabs your hair and starts to moan a little upon feeling your mouth surrounding his cock. You make sure your hands are making rotating movements around his dick while sucking him dry. He feels the urge to go faster, so he starts pulling your head and you let him guide you. His pace is fast and it’s not easy to keep on sucking, so you instead make your mouth hallow again and let him go as deep as he wants. He loved that move and immediately makes use of it.

‘Yes baby, let me fuck that mouth hmm’, he grunts as he rocks his dick as far as he could into your throat. You make gagging sounds and you have to gasp for air, but somehow that makes him hornier and he only goes faster by it. You don’t really care about it, you want him to abuse your mouth like this.

‘Fuck I need that pussy.’ He thrusts his dick as far as he could into your mouth for the last time, staying there for a few seconds, making your gasp as you almost past out for air before releasing you. You lay back as you have to come to your senses for a few seconds and look back up, seeing his cocky face with his dark eyes. He again blows out some smoke as he had just taken an inhale from that cigarette. It makes you frown in the haste of the moment, thinking of how bad smoking is. But it occurred to you that he isn’t a healthy man and that a cigarette is probably the least of his problems.

He puts the cigarette down on the edge of the coffee table beside the sofa. You look at him, anticipating on his next actions.

He grabs your hips and lays you on your belly in one swift move. He then pulls your hips up, leveling with his cock. He starts dragging his cock against your damp panties, which you sadly are still wearing. Your body leans into the touch and you start to wiggle your ass, hoping he would feel more tempted to fuck you. Instead he lets his hand fall down on your butt with a great force, making you exhale sharply and feeling the way your skin burns under his touch. If anything, that made you want him even more. You could never find a better sex partner than him.

‘P-Please’, you breathe out, arching yourself into him again. He presses his dick further up against you, rubbing up and down. ‘Please what, my princess’, he asks and you immediately reply. ‘Please… Joker’

He suddenly pulls your panties to the side and you are met with something other than his dick. You can feel his tongue gliding between your folds, licking up and down. Your body sinks down and your ass perks up, wanting him to hit certain spots. He finds your clit with ease and his hand begins to toy with the little nub, making circular motions. You moan into the sofa as he finally gives you the relieve you’ve been searching. He even ads another finger into the mix, inserting it into your hole. His fingers a tall and thick as it moves through your insides, hitting al the right spots when hit curls inside of you. Nobody has ever known to pleasure you like this, not even once.

Through all of this he hasn’t stopped to taste you and even groan when he does so. He seems to enjoy you so much; he has never felt such passion with anyone before. Nobody ever really wants to fuck him, he is the Joker nonetheless. They are always afraid of him; so he often has to force them, really, and after that probably kill these women. But you, you have the same kind of crazy mind like he has. The way you want to stay good, but for him you’d do everything. His little slut. And no way he will throw that away. He will keep you, his own little whore to enjoy.

Your body begins to shake as he keeps on pleasuring you and you feel great heath rising in you. You can’t help yourself but to reach behind you and grab his hair, you need to hold something. In return, he grabs that hand and forces it down beside you and pushing your ass way further back so he can insert his tongue into you. Out of pleasure, you begin to moan loudly, calling his name multiple times. He keeps on thrusting into you and rubbing your clit when you finally come, the heath finally bursting out of you and leaving you breathless on that sofa.

You can feel his eyes on your back, probably smirking for the thousandth time as he sees you laying there, body still weak as you’ve just cum. That rest didn’t take long as he turns you back on your back and pulling your legs upwards, hooking them on his shoulders. You look up into his eyes, still breathing loudly as you do so. He looks back in yours, an uncanny grin on his face as his cigarette is back in his mouth. He blows some smoke out into your face, making you cough slightly. His grin turns into a small laugh upon seeing you like this, taking another inhale before taking out the cigarette and connecting your lips.

You inhale the smoke into your lungs as he kisses you with all the passion he has to offer. Your tongues immediately connect an you again can feel his cock pushing up against your entrance, making your inhale against his lips. He explores your mouth with his tongue as he slowly rocks his hips up and down, feeling your wetness against him. He grunts and his breath begins to make a pace. He makes one swift move, putting his cigarette back down before saying: ‘You really are one special slut, aren’t you my love?’

With that he suddenly thrusts his cock inside of you, breaking your lips apart as you inhale sharply. The pain shoots through your body, not being used to his size and also not having had sex for a couple of months. You grab his arms out of discomfort, nails digging into his flesh and making him his too. He stops moving by that as he looks at you, expression filled with passion, though you can’t see it since your eyes are tightly closed in pain.

‘Easy baby doll, relax’, he says, leaning down to your ear. He slowly starts kissing you on that spot, trying to make you focus on his lips and not on the pain that shoots through you. Like magic, you can only focus on his kisses and you start to hum in enjoyment. You thought he wouldn’t stop for you to adjust, but he does. That isn’t something the ‘Joker’ would do, is what you thought. Maybe he is just a big softy from the inside?

As his kisses become rougher, his hips slowly start to move, at first a bit rough, but slowly better and better. You begin to moan against his shoulders as his pace goes faster with the second, eyes frowning by the pleasure it is bringing you. Your arms find their way around his neck as you try to get him closer to you, smelling his scent and savoring it in your memories. God, you hope you can remember this tomorrow.

His pace has gone up again and is now pounding into you, skin making loud noises against each other in the room. Your moans are just as loudly heard, slipping through your lips when you are not kissing his neck. You love the way his body is so close to you, how he feels so good and big inside of you. He fills you up better than you’d thought he would. Everything is better than you’d thought, he is the perfect man. He knows just the right ways to please you, like how he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you. Damn Joker, you look like a criminal but fuck like a goddamn god.

‘Fuck, you are so tight and so good. So well behaved, my little doll’, he mutters under his breath as he grabs your throat, putting a soft pressure on it. You feel the way your air ways are getting blocked until you can barely breath and you can’t help yourself but to moan. You want him to own you like this, to make you his slut. ‘Such a fucking freak.’ His eyes are so dark as he leans down to kiss you again, hand still on your throat and hips slamming into yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself as the pleasure rushes through you, heath again growing inside of you.

It’s then that he pulls out of you, making you pout as he does so. He smirks down at you before he grabs your legs and unhooking them from his shoulders. He sits down on the couch, legs spread widely as he grabs his still-lightened cigarette from the little coffee table. He takes another inhale before exhaling again, letting the smoke wander into the room. You look at him in awe as you sit right up, admiring his looks again. His silhouette looks so beautiful from this angle and the smoke seems to almost dance around him.

‘Take a seat, darling.’ He really loves naming you things and it always seems to work on you, since you get wetter every time. You do as he tells you and sit on his lap. He looks up at you, silent as he observes every single detail of your face, taking a few smokes a he does so. He then leans in to slowly lick your breast, making circular movements around your nipple. You hum in pleasure as you push your panties to the side and lining his dick up with your entrance. You slowly sink down on it until you can’t get any fuller. He grunts against your breasts, loving the feeling of you around him.

You move your hips up and down, slowly building up. He keeps on looking at you as he takes his inhales from his cigarettes, making you feel enchanted by his state of being. He does it just so well.

He puts his cigarette down again and starts to move with your hips, making a faster pace. You now are breathing loudly again as your body works hard to keep the pace that he wants and you can’t help but moan loudly because of it. He grabs your hips as he bounces you up and down his dick, making wet noises with your pussy rushing against his skin. He seems to love the noise as he keeps on trying to go harder into you. You pull your head back as you get lost in the pleasure he is giving you, body slightly beginning to tremble as the heath slowly grows into you. It only takes a few hard strokes for you to cum even harder than the last time. Your pussy clenches by the feeling and your body twitches, as you can’t help but to fall into his arms. He holds you, but doesn’t lose his pace as he also finds his own high. He makes a few hard thrusts as he suddenly comes into you, dick buried deep inside of you as he does so.

You both breathe loudly as you lay on top of him. He holds you tightly against his body when he still makes the last few strokes inside of you. He wants to burry that cum very deep inside of you, you’re his and that’s where his cum should be too.

‘Crazy girl’, he breathes out into your neck and you can’t help but to chuckle at that. You’ve just fucked the Joker, the person you basically hated. But you couldn’t get enough of him, though he might be a criminal. This must be some Stockholm syndrome or something.

‘You’re now mine, baby girl.’

Your eyes widen for a second, but then you realize that you probably don’t have a choice. He’s one of the bad guys and is probably the best one there is. You don’t have any input in this. That’s what you tell yourself at least. What’s really going on is, he fucks well and he feels good with you. You know it’s not good for wanting him, but it’s the plain truth and you actually don’t give a shit about it anymore. 

‘You will live with me, you don’t have to do anything but to fuck with me like a good girl’, he says before leaving small kisses on your neck. You hum by the feeling, again tingling your neck. ‘I don’t care, as long as I stay with you’, you answer and he huffs. ‘You really are my crazy doll, aren’t you?’

He hooks your legs around his waist, dick still buried inside of you and standing up. You cling close to him, as he seems to walk to a wall, pinning you up against it and pounding a few times into you, making you moan by the similar sensation. Then he continues his walk towards some door and opens it without hesitation, you still clinging onto him. A man is standing there, the same man who had brought you into this room. You widen your eyes and you try to hide yourself, but instead you only hear the Joker chuckle. 

‘We’ll be staying here for a couple of hours, get it done’, he says to the man before closing the door again. He lets you slowly slide down, his dick now out of you as he pins you to the door, which has been closed. He looks deep into your eyes with a small smile, looking like a different person.

‘Cause I’ve finally found my soulmate.’

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Pairing:Victoria De Angelis/Reader

Summary:Requested! Y/n lives for the wild nights and fun she has with the musicians who come play at the venue, but no one quickly becomes her favorite quite like Victoria. 3rd POV.

Content:mentions of alcohol, smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI), office sex, oral, fingering, tribing.

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Her feet were sore, eyes tired, and back aching.

Y/n’s nights were filled with flashing lights and loud music. Every night she did the same thing ad nauseam: promise herself she won’t drink and enjoy the show, just attend to business as usual. But, she’s in her 20s and was stupidly put in charge of the club that was her father’s dream.

The Pink Pepper was born just ten years before she was. Her father, having grown up in the 60s and 70s always wanted his own version of The Trip and the Paradise Garage. He held onto that wish for more than a decade and even after he got married and had a kid. It was a staple in the family, but it was never something Y/n looked at with admiration in her eyes. Her brother, on the other hand, bragged about being the future owner and taking over the family business. Their father had his sights set on turning over the owner’s key to him as soon as he turned 21.

But, no one was expecting Mark to want to become a lawyer. His father owning a club where notable acts had performed was a great way to brag in high school, but the moment he turned 18 he switched up overnight. Y/n was more mad than anyone else because that meant her father was going to turn to her, and Y/n just can’t say no to anyone.

And, that’s how she ended up here with the owner’s key stuffed in her bra and a cold drink in hand. She hadn’t even hit her mid 20s yet she oversaw everything. Having this business blatantly handed to her made her head spin. She shadowed her father for a good three years before he completely retired. Y/n figured it wasn’t all that bad since she didn’t have a clue what she wanted to do after high school. More schooling after the four years she had sounded brutal. This gave her something to do while she figures out what she wants to do for the rest of her life. The Pink Pepper may be a family thing, but she can’t see herself doing this when she hits her 30s. Maybe they can find a long lost cousin whose dream was to always own a music club. But, for tonight it’s just Y/n.

Tonight’s act was on stage doing a soundcheck. Y/n was not in charge of what acts get booked, something that was one of her father’s favorite things to do. She let one of her father’s long-time partners book the acts as he knew the vibe of this club better than her. She would of course welcome every band and opening act with open arms. She also had wandering eyes and a nasty habit. The first rule of a job is to not sleep with your co-workers, but there isn’t a rule against sleeping with band members.

She just couldn’t help her — she was like a kid in the candy. Someone in a band, often tall and very charismatic, would come to her after a show, a light sheen of sweat on their body, and talk her up. It felt like a win-win situation because they’ll be gone by the morning and she doesn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of seeing them again. She didn’t know if she would get so lucky this week. Tonight’s band is Maneskin; it’s written on the venue’s letter board and on the gig posters on the wall. It was another band she hadn’t heard of that wouldn’t stop her from getting lucky tonight.

“Doors open at 6 tonight, Y/n,” Frank, her father’s long-time business partner, reminds her. She absentmindedly nods her head as she watches the band get in a song or two for practice. Her eyes are scanning over them like they’re prey. It’s rare that she has this many options, but her eyes keep falling on the blonde. She sticks out like a sore thumb because she’s the only woman in the band. Her face is missing the heavy make-up that she has on in the posters. Also missing was the flamboyant get up. Y/n was surprised she has never heard of them since they’re similar to other bands that have played here before. They looked like they stepped right out of the 1970s; her father would love them.

“Okay. I have something to take care of before we open, so you won’t see me until the house lights go dark.”

The kind thing to do, what Y/n always does, is introduce herself to the band before they’re coming off the stage like a sweaty mess. Today she won’t have time to do that, but she heard the band will be sticking around after the show for quite some time. She assumes that they’ll want booze and have a few girls coming backstage like every other band that rolls through town and performs at The Pink Pepper.

Y/n’s concentration was hazy as she tried to finish up some things before tonight’s concert. Her mind was in the gutter as imagined, ending the night with warm skin gliding across each other and moans of pleasure. It’s been so long since she’s gotten off and tonight had to be the night or else she was going to explode. She had her eye on the lead singer, but they’re always harder to get to since they usually get snatched up by some woman who is dedicated to the life of chasing after rock stars. Every time she weighed her options, her mind kept going back to the blonde bassist. There was something striking about her even in her plainclothes as she practiced. Y/n wondered how it would be to kiss, and how it would be underneath.

She was disrupted from her thoughts when there was a knock at her office door.

“Show’s about to start!” She heard from the other side of the door. She doesn’t necessarily have to go up and watch the show, but what could she possibly accomplish when there’s loud music and she’s hornier than a hormonal teenager? Her only option was to go out there and enjoy the show with the rest of the crowd.

-

Loud, hot, and sexy.

Y/n was in awe watching the band she never heard of work their magic on stage. They had the audience moving and under some sort of trance. She herself couldn’t escape from it either and she instantly understood the hype of this group. The venue was completely filled, the show selling out in a matter of minutes. Even just a few seconds of interacting with them before they went on had Y/n wanting more. The lead singer was very charming, so it wasn’t hard to see how he could command a crowd in the way that he does.

“Don’t enjoy yourself too much,” Frank says in her ear over the music, “this place is going to be a mess afterwards! I already saw two people leave beer cans on the ground! So don’t get yourself into trouble like you like to do!”

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes at the nagging she was on the receiving end of. Frank was similar to her father and she considers him like an uncle. He knows that Y/n likes to do more than just say hello to the band after the show is over. He usually leaves before 11 and leaves the rest to the younger people on the crew.

Yes, the venue will be a mess, but that’s what the day after the concert is for. Everyone is usually too tired to do anything other than a half-assed job. That’s not something she’s concerned with right now. She can’t pull her eyes away from the stage, particularly the blonde bassists. Y/n hoped to get a chance to speak to her tonight. They have quite the entourage with them, but that never discouraged Y/n.

Security had to deal with a few rowdy patrons, but other than night, the night went great. The crowd loved every moment and Y/n enjoyed herself too. It’s rare for a night to go this smoothly. There is always something that pops up that changes everything, whether it’s big or small. She hoped that things would go smoothly for her too when she joins the band backstage. She checks on the workers at the bar and watches as the stage crew begins to strike the stage before she heads backstage.

The waiting lounge was filled with people. Many of the faces were familiar, having come with the band earlier today, but there were some new faces. Y/n found herself lingering at the entrance of the lounge, almost a little bit afraid of joining in on their fun. Usually she fits right in with the bands that play, but for some reason she just observes them from afar. She hasn’t been doing this for too long, so this group of people left a great impression on her. She’s never considered joining a band (she doesn’t find herself to be musical at all despite most of the members of her family being musicians), nor has she wanted to tour the world, but something about this specific set of people make those things enticing to her. She wouldn’t make as much as she does now being a tour roadie, but why is she considering it just to get close to this band?

“Oops, I’m sorry!”

Y/n didn’t even realize someone had bumped into her, she was deep in her thoughts and was swimming in them. The guy looks remorseful, but he did her a favor by bumping into her, he brought her back to reality.

“It’s fine. It’s my fault for standing in the way like a statue she jokes,” she takes in his appearance and instantly recognizes him once her senses fully come back to her. He’s the band’s drummer. He was shirtless and the light beading of sweat on his skin made him glisten a little bit. Y/n felt like she was in high school again talking to her crush. “I was in the way,” she says with a stupid laugh, “it’s my fault.”

“No, I wasn’t paying attention at all, it’s my fault,” he says with a warm smile. Y/n quite honestly doesn’t care about an apology, she just wants to stare at his face. His ruined makeup is giving her ideas that she shouldn’t be having. “I’m Ethan,” he says as he extends her hand.

“Y/n,” she responds as she takes his sweaty palm and shakes it.

“Y/n [Y/l/n]? You own the place, right?” He sounded like he was impressed, but Y/n doesn’t think owning The Pink Pepper is more impressive than touring the world in a famous band.

“Sort of. It was my father’s and now it’s my responsibility. I’m kind of just like a nepotism baby,” she attempts to make a joke but she instantly hits herself mentally. She’s a grown woman, why is her brain short-circuiting just because she’s standing in front of someone who’s very attractive.

“I’m sure you’re not,” he reassures her. “The venue is amazing; a very homey feel to it but that’s the best part about it. Thanks for letting my band play here tonight.”

“It’s no problem. The talent buyer was very adamant about getting Maneskin on our stage. He said he slaved over getting you guys here.”

“It means the world to us,” he says with a warm smile before turning his head to look at the people gathered in the lounge. Y/n can’t help but stare at how his hair cascades over his shoulder. Her weakness for men in long hair is turning her into a complete mess. “Come and grab a drink with us,” he offers as he points to the mini-bar that keeps many musicians satisfied when they come to play here.

“Oh I shouldn’t,” she says as she waves him off. She shouldn’t, but that has never stopped Y/n before. It’s almost a tradition for her to get plastered with the band after a show, but she hesitates right now. It’s completely out of character for her to deny any invitations to join the after party.

“C'mon,” he grabs her hand and guides her towards the bar without waiting for him to deny him again. Y/n doesn’t protest, too surprised by his bold actions, but a smile spreads over her face.

He parses through the small group of people gathered around the other members and to the bar.

“What kind of girl are you? Whiskey, Vodka? Tequila?”

“I’ll just have a cranberry spritzer,” it wasn’t her usual choice seeing that Y/n actually liked to drink with the bands that play the venue, but she felt too nervous to be drinking right now.

“You sure?”

The last thing Y/n wanted to do is come across as boring for not drinking tonight but she nods her head yes.

“Early morning tomorrow,” she explains.

“Suit yourself,” he says as he begins pouring his own drink.

For the first time in a long time, Y/n was feeling out of place. She can’t relate to any of these musicians that swing by and play at The Pink Pepper but she felt like an intruder and she couldn’t understand why. She scans the room and sees the other members, Damiano on the couch and the guitarist she has yet to meet next to him. Damiano and Thomas are in sight, and Ethan is right here in front of her, but notably missing is that blonde bassist. Y/n didn’t catch her name yet nor has she formally met her. Her eyes wandered around the room to look for her. She probably looks distracted to Ethan, but he doesn’t notice. He’s talking to her and Y/n feels a little bit bad about not being totally focused on him. He’s cute, gorgeous actually, but her mind is occupied with someone else.

Y/n has to snap herself out of her thoughts and keep herself grounded. Ethan talks to her for another 30 minutes before he’s whisked away by someone else. He was very sweet, flirting with her heavily, but Y/n seemed fairly oblivious. He promised to catch up with her later in the night, but Y/n was beginning to feel exhausted. It’s rare, but sometimes she feels embarrassed by her efforts to get close to someone in a band just to have one night of fun with them. She was feeling weirdly out of place when earlier she felt confident going into the night.

It was easy to slink away from everyone else when they were distracted. However, she was stopped dead in her tracks when she almost ran into someone.

“Shit!”

“I’m sorry!”

Y/n felt so clumsy tonight, just bumping and running into everyone. After pulling herself together she realizes it’s the blonde from the band.

“I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry,” she says with an apologetic smile. The first thing Y/n notices about her is her thick accent. Then her eyes move up and down to look at her outfit. Y/n felt a little shameless just ogling her right in front of her face; she just couldn’t help it.

“I’m just super clumsy today,” Y/n says with a nervous laugh, “I keep bumping into our guest for the night.”

“This place is great, we really enjoyed playing here,” she says on a whim and it makes Y/n’s skin heat up. She usually plays coy when someone compliments the venue, but the presence of a pretty girl made her want to show off a little bit.

“It’s a great place, my father invested a lot into this place and he had many great acts playing on that stage. I was thrilled when he asked me to take over the family business,” she’s lying through her teeth but she has told bigger lies to get laid.

“That’s wonderful.”

A blanket of silence falls over them which makes the atmosphere feel awkward. The blonde shifts on her heels while Y/n looks around the room. She feels like a bad party hostess not being able to come up with something to say, but now that she’s in front of her, she realizes just how pretty she really is.

“I didn’t get to formally introduce myself to the band earlier which is a pity,” she says quickly to gain control of the situation, “I usually do, but I got caught up with some stuff. My name is Y/n, the owner.”

“Victoria, the bassist.”

She extends her and Y/n takes it. She stares down at where the skin meets and can’t help but lick her bottom lip. She was becoming hot all of sudden.

“Victoria, that’s a nice name. My cousin’s name is Victoria,” Y/n doesn’t even have any girl cousins, she’s just lying to not look like a shy idiot.

“Your name is pretty too. Pretty name for a pretty person.”

There was something about all four members that were so charming. The accents definitely helped, and for some reason so did the messy eyeliner. Y/n was absolutely charmed by Victoria, but she has been since the soundcheck, she admits to herself.

“I caught the soundcheck, and the concert, you guys sounded great at both.”

“What did you think? I’m dying to know your opinion. You say we sounded great, but I’m curious to know if you really enjoyed it or if you just say that to every band member that comes to town.”

Victoria was teasing Y/n and she was good at her. She made her feel like she was being interrogated but the smile on her face was extremely playful. Y/n felt like she was experiencing whiplash just talking to her. Never does she stumble over her words like such an idiot. The situation is only made worse when Victoria unbuttons her blazer and reveals her bedazzled crop top. It was so hot in the lounge that Y/n’s mouth was dry and she didn’t blame Victoria for wanting to peel the layers off.

“I enjoyed it. I really did. Every second of it.”

Y/n was not looking Victoria directly in the eyes, nor was she even looking at her face. Her eyes were trained on the bare skin of her chest and the sweat that was cooling. She was in a similar condition to Ethan which wasn’t surprising since they shared the stage together. Y/n felt dirty and that shameless side of her was beginning to dredge up.

“Hmm, that’s good to hear,” she hums. That smile has never left her face and it haunts Y/n. Y/n has seen hundreds of bands come through since her father would actually let her in the venue and never has she felt so intimidated. It was usually easier than this, but also at the same time she’s never been so attracted to the person she had set her sights on for the night. Victoria just feels so different, so fresh, from what Y/n is used to. She’s usually handled with a lack of care and just an object for fun. She takes responsibility for putting herself in situations like that but she’s just searching for fun too. “Did you talk to Ethan about the show?” Victoria continued, forcing Y/n to bring her eyes up to her face at the mention of the drummer’s name.

“No…no. He just walked with me to the mini bar and offered to make me a drink, but I declined.”

“You don’t drink?”

“I do, I just wasn’t feeling it tonight.”

Victoria nods her head in acceptance of her answer.

The burning question that hangs over their head makes Y/n uncomfortable. Victoria is now leaning against the wall and staring directly at Y/n with all of the confidence in the world while she looks away as if she’s a shy little girl. Victoria can tell that this is not Y/n’s usual nature. She can feel it just by the way Y/n dresses and how she carries herself when she walks around the venue or when she comes into the lounge.

“Yeah, I saw you with Ethan at the bar. He seemed into you.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

Y/n did notice, but she just doesn’t want to talk about him at the moment, not with Victoria right in front of her. She was more concerned with if Victoria was trying to flirt with her and she is leaning towards yes. Victoria was able to read through Y/n’s awful poker face. For a moment there she thought that Ethan was going to get lucky with Y/n, but then she walked away from him. Victoria swooped in to have her chance.

“He was all over you,” Victoria reminded her. “I thought you were going to kiss him.” Her voice is light as she speaks, as if she’s just joking, but she isn’t.

Victoria is exaggerating, Y/n is sure of it. Yes, Ethan was really friendly and talkative but he didn’t get close to her, not as close as Victoria is to her now. Y/n feels like she’s being tested and that causes her to rise to the occasion; she always becomes energized in the face of a challenge.

“He’s cute, but not my type,” at least not her type for tonight.

“Then what is your type if Ethan isn’t?”

“I’m not into him, I’m into you.”

A tinge of pink lights Victoria’s cheeks up and it’s not because of the heat. Coincidentally the little bit of alcohol she had was beginning to get to her at the same moment Y/n made her confession.

“Is that so?” Y/n nods her head in response and Victoria hums. She looks around to see if anyone, her bandmates included, are observing the two. Everyone is caught up in their own thing and Victoria is surprised by how loud a room of 15 people can get. Now is the perfect time to ask, “is there another room for us to go to?”

-

There are 4 other green rooms in the building that are much smaller and private than the main lounge. However, Y/n takes Victoria to her office. There was just something so fun about hooking up in the place where she does business instead of on one of the old couches or a stuffy tour bus.

“Damn,” Victoria nearly jumped when Y/n began pushing stuff off of her desk but her breath was quickly caught by Y/n kissing her again. The mix of alcohol and flavored chapstick was enough to make the both of them dizzy. Y/n blindly grabbed at her while Victoria was much more intentional. Muffled moans and grunts fill the room as Victoria pushes Y/n back to urge her to sit on top of the desk. Y/n complies, never letting her lips break apart from Victoria’s. Her skin felt on fire — her whole body felt that way too. It’s so much fun to be able to her way but it’s so much sweeter with Victoria.

Y/n doesn’t want to stop moving her lips against the soft pink ones but she can’t help it as her body is desperate for some air. A deep breath from her is followed by a gasp when Victoria doesn’t miss a beat and plants her face in her neck and begins kissing the sensitive skin. Y/n groans and throws her head back feeling those spots get nipped at when she’s desired intimate touch for so long. She can’t remember the last time she has gotten laid but thank God tonight is different. She places her hand on the back of Victoria’s head and plants her face deeper. Victoria’s tongue darts out and licks Y/n’s skin. It was damn near sparkling from the light in the lounge and she wanted to get a taste of it so bad when they were out there. Victoria had so much restraint when she was in a room with her bandmates and tour personnel, but now that her and Y/n are alone she can have her anyway she wants.

“Fuck…that feels so good.”

Y/n was so turned on it almost hurt. She arches her body to press herself harder against Victoria. She snuck her hand under the blazer and touched the exposed skin of her waist. Her entire get-up was hot but Y/n wants to see her naked so bad. Her hands slip down between the two to play with the zipper of her pants. Victoria giggles against her skin, leaving one loud kiss before pulling away.

“I’m supposed to be the one undressing you.”

Victoria pushes her hands out of the way and begins unbuttoning Y/n’s blouse herself. One by one they come undone to reveal Y/n’s bra. Victoria pushes the black fabric off of her shoulders so Y/n is completely topless. She wastes no time reaching her arms around to unbutton the bra, exposing Y/n completely. Y/n gasps when the cool air hits her skin and her nipples become embarrassingly hard. She never gets the proper chance to react with Victoria because that warm, wet mouth of hers is attaching itself to her right nipple.

“Oh god…just like that,” Y/n coos.

It’s such a simple pleasure yet she feels like she’s going to cum already. Victoria pays attention to the details of Y/n’s body and what gets her going. She spends her time sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it lightly with her teeth. She uses her other hand to tease the left nipple and grope her breast. She slobbers all over Y/n’s flesh, making them messy. Y/n can’t believe how needy the blonde is as she gets Y/n all wet and messy; though she’s not complaining about that whatsoever. Victoria switches to the other nipple and gives it the same attention. But when she takes the flesh between her teeth this time, she slightly pulls at it. Y/n winces from the slight bout of pain that shoots through her. It’s like little sparks are frying her nerves.

Victoria pushes against Y/n until her back is against the wooden desk. The cold top stings against her back. Victoria doesn’t move her mouth away from Y/n’s tits at all. She switches over to the left one again but this time sucks on the skin of her breast instead of the nipple. That wild look in her eyes and the harsh sucking of her mouth proves that she wants to leave a mark on Y/n. She’s territorial, even if this is just for one night.

Seconds later she pops her skin out of her mouth with an audible sound that echoes in the room. She kisses between Y/n’s breasts and creates a trail of kisses straight down her body. Every single kiss feels like a flutter. Y/n arches her back when Victoria gets closer and closer to her jean-covered pelvis. She lets out a giggle when Victoria kisses a particularly ticklish. The blonde looks up at her with almost a goofy smile before giving her skin one last kiss.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Victoria’s voice is nearly a whisper but Y/n hears her loud and clear. The blonde begins to undo the button and zipper of her jeans to get her completely naked. “You act so shy, but I know this isn’t your first time doing this. You’re not innocent, but you’re holding back for me — it’s cute.” She pulls her jeans down her legs and Y/n is left only in her panties, but not for long as Victoria hooks her fingers in the elastic and begins to pull them down. As she makes Y/n completely nude, she continues, “but, I’ll bring out that wild side in you.”

Y/n holds her breath when Victoria’s wet tongue glides along her slick folds. She tries so hard not to make a noise in fear of someone hearing them, but Victoria is doing her best to hear her whimpering and moaning. Her tongue lashes at Y/n’s clit before she’s giving it long licks. Her tongue is teasing but that’s only because she wants to see the version of Y/n that likes to take control; it’s trapped inside of her but she knows it’s there.

Nimble fingers run through her hair before Victoria feels nails grazing her scalp. Y/n pushes them in a little bit deeper causing slight pain. Victoria hums against Y/n’s sex from the pain and it makes Y/n moan louder. She makes a mental note of how Y/n seems to like the mix of pleasure with pain. Victoria places her hands on Y/n’s inner thigh before raking her own fingernails against her sensitive skin. The sensation makes her shiver. “Again,” she calls out and Victoria does it again just like Y/n asked for.

Y/n’s hands fly to her nipples and she pinches them to continue that sensation of pain coursing through her body. Her clit throbs against Victoria’s tongue and she feels like she’s going to cum already. It would be embarrassing to already gush against her mouth, but she knows what she’s doing.

“You’re mouth…you’re mouth,” Y/n whimpers as she struggles to get the words out. She’s seeing stars; white hot and so warm.

Two fingers prod at her entrance before sliding in with so much ease due to how slick her cunt is right now. Y/n moans louder and her thighs nearly trap Victoria between them. Victoria looks up and sees the utter bliss on Y/n’s face. She can’t help but get an ego boost from the sight of her like this; her mouth open with small moans somehow escaping. Her tongue laves her sensitive clit as her fingers do most of the work inside of her pussy. Her walls are warm and delicate around Victoria’s fingers and the blonde is loving the feeling of her fingers rubbing against Y/n’s sweet spot. The thighs keeping her warm and fucking her hair up are trembling and Victoria is making it her mission to make Y/n cum within the next minute, or even in a less amount of time if she can.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Y/n cries out. Her brain turns to mush as she revels in total pleasure. No one, at least not in recent years that she can remember, has given her pussy this much attention. Victoria treats her like a precious fruit or coveted delicacy. Y/n doesn’t know if Victoria hooks up often and if she treats all of them like this, but Y/n feels pretty lucky and special.

Victoria can tell that she’s close. It becomes harder to pump her fingers in and out of Y/n without resistance but she still preserves. One little curl of her fingers and she’s got Y/n hooked. The beauty beneath her is squirm as her orgasm hits her hard. She grabs onto the back of Victoria’s head again and keeps her face buried in her dripping cunt. Victoria keeps fingering her through her orgasm. Her lips wrap around Y/n’s clit and she sucks harshly which forces a strangled cry to crack from deep within Y/n’s chest. Victoria is satisfied and she isn’t even the one who got her pussy eaten.

Y/n can only handle so much before she’s pushing Victoria’s head away and clamping her thighs together, shutting them tight so the blonde could no longer have access. Victoria is somewhat worried about the action, but she quickly finds relief when Y/n roughly grabs her by the lapel of her blazer and drags her close to her body. Y/n’s lips come crashing into hers and they begin to move their lips in an intoxicating dance. Y/n gets the full taste of herself off of Victoria’s lips and it’s so hot. She feels so turned on that she can go again despite just cumming a few seconds ago.

She hops off of her desk and walks Victoria backwards until she falls onto the couch in the office. It’s not in the best shape, but it will get the job done for tonight.

Victoria is breathless from the kiss and Y/n doesn’t give her a chance to catch her breath as she straddles her on the couch and captures her lips again. She wildly pushes the blazer off and tries to get the crop-top off without any problems. It’s probably expensive, but Y/n doesn’t care. She’s desperate to feel Victoria’s naked body against hers. Victoria begins to match her hunger and she’s helping Y/n pull her own clothes off. The crop top comes off and soon enough she’s shimming out of the pants that match her blazer.

“You taste so fucking good,” Victoria comments on the one thing that was on her mind the whole time she was between Y/n’s thighs. She tastes so sweet, something the blonde will always remember.

Y/n giggles against her lips before tugging at Victoria’s panties. It took them a shorter amount of time to get Victoria naked versus getting Y/n naked earlier but that’s because Victoria has awoken the beast inside of Y/n. Y/n doesn’t waste anymore time hesitating or letting her nerves get the best of her. She slides her leg between Victoria’s and places her pussy right on top of hers.

“Shit,” Victoria moans only for a few seconds before Y/n is kissing her again.

Y/n moves and swirls her hips feverishly as the taste of herself on Victoria’s lips becomes the most addicting thing she’s ever tasted. She toys with Victoria’s hard nipples as she rides her. Their bodies feel hot and sticky as their slick cunts roll over each other. There is something so primal and dirty about this that Y/n loves. Her tongue slides into Victoria’s mouth as she kisses her like she’s trying to claim her. Y/n touches her like she’s possessive even though she’s well aware that this is just for one night. But, she likes to pretend that this moment will last forever. She’s become a pro at pretending.

“Y/n?”

The knock at the door startles them both, but it only slows down Y/n’s movements instead of bringing them to a complete stop.

It was Frank outside of the door, probably looking for Y/n to take care of some pointless thing that can wait until the morning.

“Uh, yes?” Her voice almost cracks which would give her away instantaneously. This is not the first time she’s been caught in the act, but right now it’s just so much harder to control herself.

Victoria chuckles against her collar bone before sucking on her skin covering the bone. Y/n lets out a breathless sigh that can’t be heard from the otherside of the door. She has her moans under control, she believes. That is until Victoria harshly grabs her hips and begins to grind their cunts together harder. Y/n brings her fist up to her mouth and bites down on it to muffle her moans as Frank’s stark voice talks to her from the other side of the door. She doesn’t even register what he’s saying because Victoria is making her feel so damn good.

“I’ll do it tomorrow,” Y/n blurts out before muffling herself again.

“You sure? You might want to take care of it tonight.”

“Tomorrow!” She says forcefully.

There was a grumble outside of the door, but then she heard the shuffling of feet away from the door. Y/n felt relieved but then she looked down at Victoria who had a devious look in her eyes.

“We almost got caught,” Y/n whispers just to be cautious.

“I don’t care,” Victoria retorts and it was obvious that she didn’t because her voice didn’t lower in volume. Victoria has the completely unapologetic air around her that Y/n is a sucker for. She groans when Victoria begins to kiss her skin again and is grinding hard against her again.

The friction paired with the feeling of their slick thighs bumping together is delicious. Victoria’s hard nipples poke into Y/n’s skin with every single movement. It was hard to distinguish whether the room was getting hotter or if they had just captured each other’s heat. Y/n finds Victoria so sexy and her touch so demanding. She is exhausted from the long day and her body is sensitive, but something keeps her going and she bets that it’s Victoria’s hand on her hip and moans that motivates her.

Victoria was getting close to reaching her high too. She couldn’t stop looking at Y/n’s face and the look of pure bliss that was on it. Victoria was almost jealous of her, she wanted that same bliss to spread throughout her entire body like it did for Y/n. It all felt so good and intoxicating. Her hips were moving absentmindedly. Her and Y/n were dripping and creating a mess of themselves. Everything was hot and sticky.

“I’m gonna cum again,” Y/n whines in a bit of disbelief. Two orgasms in one night sounded like such a foreign idea to her, but it was happening. She couldn’t believe it but that familiar feeling was stark in her belly.

“Good girl,” Victoria coos, reaching up to grab Y/n’s face to force her to look her right in the eyes. Y/n was speechless, her mouth hung open as she was caught in what felt like a fire in Victoria’s gaze. “Cum for me again,” Victoria continues.

She sets something off in Y/n, her orgasm triggered by the encouragement. She moans without any concern of getting caught. Her cries of pleasure fill the room. Victoria’s orgasm follows soon after and she joins in with her to create a chorus of moans.

No matter how much it is, how overwhelming it is, they keep moving their hips until both are fully satiated. Y/n’s legs feel so sore and she wonders if she’ll be able to walk out of here normally. She gets off of Victoria and sits back on the opposite side of the couch trying to catch her breath. Victoria is giggling at the completely fucked-out look at her face.

“Was that good?” She asks as if she doesn’t know what Y/n’s answer is going to be.

“It was fucking amazing.”

Y/n throws her head back as Victoria giggles. Her neck rests somewhat uncomfortably against the arm of the couch as she stares up at the ceiling. It must be pretty late and Victoria’s bandmates are probably looking for her, but neither want this moment to end.

Victoria looks at the clock on the wall and it reads ‘1:17’. The band is supposed to be heading out soon. She hates to bring it up to spoil the moment, Y/n looks so relaxed right now, but she has to go soon. She stands up and begins to grab her clothes. Y/n watches her from her spot on the couch without saying a word. The writing is on the wall and she fully understands how the rest of the night is going to go. It always goes like this, but this time it feels much more bittersweet.

“I should probably head home,” Y/n explains as if she’s trying to make the situation less awkward, “I have to be back here early tomorrow morning.”

“I had fun,” a half-dressed Victoria says with a smile. She hands Y/n her pants as a kind gesture.

“Me too. I haven’t had fun like that in ages.”

“Same. I don’t usually hook-up with anyone on the road, I’m usually too tired, but you fell into my lap and I couldn’t pass you up.”

Y/n averted her eyes from the blonde to hide the sheepish look on her face. She didn’t want to feel special about being a hook-up, but she felt an intense feeling in her stomach after Victoria made her revelation.

“I don’t have much time left here, but give me your phone. I’ll put my number in your phone.”

Y/n was slightly surprised at Victoria’s request, but she obliged. She put the rest of her clothes on as Victoria saved herself as a contact in Y/n’s phone. Realistically there was a slim chance that they would ever meet again, but Y/n holds onto the fact that there is a chance.

“I’m in there,” Victoria says enthusiastically as she hands Y/n back her phone. Y/n takes it and gives her a curt nod. Victoria can sense a little hesitance in Y/n’s movements. She doesn’t want tonight to end so quickly either, but there is no other option; the band has another show two nights from now. “Hey,” Victoria calls out to her before grabbing her hip. Y/n didn’t know what to expect but she didn’t expect a hug from the Blonde, nor did she expect her to kiss her. Usually the warmth of a hook-up ends when the clothes come back on.

Y/n holds onto the kiss as long as she can. She wants the minutes to pass, hours even. It feels so good and she doesn’t think she’ll ever forget the feeling of Victoria’s lips on hers.

Victoria pulls away and rests her forehead against Y/n’s.

“You have my number. Don’t lose it, okay?”

Y/n simply just nods.

“Good girl.”

Victoria kisses her cheek one last time before quietly leaving the room where she spent an hour in heaven.

Office Affair

Pairings: Red Velvet Irene/Reader

Summary: Irene was at the top of company until a new girl, Y/n, came along. She struggles with that, but she finds away to knock Y/n down a few pegs.

Content:AU, slight enemies to lovers, office setting, dom!Irene, smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), semi-rough handling, oral, fingering

Irene remembers a time where she was on top in the division at the company she has worked at for years. She worked tirelessly to get to the point where everything she did felt effortless and her bosses were praising her for even the simplest task completion. Every month when it was time to announce who had the highest sales of the month, it was always Irene’s name being called as the company’s best seller. She didn’t care that her other co-workers would groan whenever her name was announced or that they really didn’t like her; it’s not her fault she’s good at what she does.

But, she got lazy. She rested on her laurels for about a year and when the new girl came in and blew her out of the water, she was absolutely dumbfounded.

She hates everything about Y/n. She hates that she’s so popular, she hates that people flirt with her in the office, and what she hates the most is that shehas her top spot. Irene didn’t care about being liked, but she wanted to be respected. However, since Y/n joined the company and took the title of Top Sales, that respect people had for her began to falter. It wasn’t fair how everyone disliked Irene for being so good, but for some reason they didn’t feel the same way towards Y/n. Her feelings of contempt for her only grew when she learned how nice Y/n was. She’s always smiling, bringing in donuts and coffee for everyone. Irene remembers when she came to the office and there was a coffee already sitting on her desk.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind that Ed told me you don’t like coffee, so I got you an iced tea instead!” Y/n came prancing around the corner as if she planned to be there when Irene strolled up to her desk. She had that stupid smile on her face. The one that Irene wanted to smack off, but instead she just gave Y/n a fake smile and thanked her for the drink.

This was not the last time Y/n made an attempt to be her friend. She could tell that Irene didn’t like her, but she kept trying despite Irene not budging. Irene does not like how she just waltzed in her and was loved when she had been working for so long to be respected. She had no idea who Y/n was either. She could be some nepotism or trust-fund kid for all she knows, but nothing really came up when she googled her.

“Irene, your sales have been slacking. What’s going on? You used to be the best performer on the floor.”

Irene hated that her boss talked to her like she was a little kid. Her performance didn’t slip, she’s actually hitting the same numbers she had months ago. It’s just that Y/n joined the company and is somehow outperforming her. She felt slightly guilty about wondering if Y/n is opening her legs and doing a few favors for some of the business men they frequently meet. It wouldn’t be that far-fetched, but she’s sure people thought the same about her when everything she earned was on her own merit and not because of what was between her legs.

“I haven’t been slacking. My numbers haven’t changed.”

“And that’s the problem. If you need me to move you to another floor, I could always do that. They’re seriously under performing on 5 and could use someone like you to be an example.”

No. Irene was not going to do that.

She was on this floor for a reason, it was for some of the best people in the company. She’d be damned if she gets moved to floor 5 with a whole bunch of strangers just because her boss wants her to be a fucking “example.”

“I don’t want to do that. I’ve been working on this floor for years,” Irene made sure to keep the tone of her voice in check. The last thing she needs to do is yell at her boss and end up without the top spot in the company anda job.

He just sighs and looks down at his desk before taking his glasses off. It is very obvious that he doesn’t want to give up Irene and still sees her as a very valuable asset in the company. He truly doesn’t want to see her get moved to another floor when he likes to work with her closely.

“Okay. You don’t have to switch floors, but I do want you to work on a project with Y/n. You two should get to know each other. You could be very unstoppable together.”

Her boss tried to make it seem like he was doing hera favor when in reality Y/n would be lucky to be in the presence of Irene. No one knows the ins-and-outs of this company like Irene. Just because she’s gotten lucky with a few months of the highest sales doesn’t mean she has Irene’s outstanding reputation. Playing buddy-buddy with everyone in the office and trying to impress some guys in the 40s with bad marriages means nothing to her. She wants to reject her bosses’ offer so bad, but she stands there tight-lipped and nods her head in agreement.

-

“I hope you like blueberry muffins because I bought some!”

It was almost 9 o'clock in the morning yet Y/n was so bright and shrill. Irene, who had a headache from drinking too much wine the night before, wanted to tell her to shut up. There was no way a person could be bubbly all the time yet Y/n was smiling at her, holding a container of fresh blueberry muffins. Irene took one just to be nice, but they were inciting for someone who is trying to ignore their hangover. Eating it would seem like she’s accepting Y/n’s friendship.

“I color-coded everything in the folder. We have three weeks until the presentation and if we follow my schedule, we’ll be done by the end of next week! Then after that we can just refine it and voila! We’ll be prepared!”

They were to work in Y/n’s office per their bosses’ instructions. Irene was annoyed that she had to be out of the comfort zone of her own office. Y/n’s office decorations reflect her personality: blindingly colorful and too much. Irene wondered how she could get work done without being distracted. Her eyes kept going to the things on the wall and the knick-knacks on top of her filing cabinets. None of the other offices look like this.

“I already typed up the notes. There’s no need for the color-coded folder. We’re professionals…we’re not in college anymore.”

“Oh…okay!”

Even when she was being a bitch to her, Y/n just smiled through it. As the hours went by and they worked on this project together, Irene wondered if it was all an act Y/n was putting on. Irene has met a lot of people in her life, but no one quite like Y/n. She’s a cute girl, just kind of annoying. Irene bets she’d be the type of girl that can only shut up when she’s in bed. She seems like the type to get all shy and try not to moan too loudly in fear of embarrassing herself which is ironic considering she doesn’t care about being loud and embarrassing in social situations. Irene was curious about whether one of the guys on the floor got to her already. They’ll try to hit on any woman that steps on this floor. They tried it with Irene when she first joined the company. They called her an “ice princess” for not wanting to fuck them because they have entire wives and a few kids at home. Y/n, however, was receptive to their flirting, but she didn’t take it as flirting. She thought they were just trying to be her friend and get along with their newest co-worker. She was so oblivious to them wanting to fuck her that it was almost comical.

“What time do you want to take a break?” Y/n asks after some time, interrupting the silence between them as they worked beside each other.

“Doesn’t matter,” Irene answers shortly.

“Okay!”

This sort of back and forth went on for hours. Y/n asked a question and Irene gave her an answer with annoyance in her tone, but Y/n always responded with an enthusiastic “okay!” Irene felt like she deserved a raise after having to deal with Y/n. She’s a good worker, and they are getting a large chunk of the project drafted, but god is she annoying. Irene wonders how she made it through both undergrad and graduate studies without having her soul crushed. She was so bright and bubbly that it almost made her naive. It’ll only take a few more months of working at this cutthroat company and her shiny disposition will be dulled.

“I think we worked long enough,” Irene says with a sigh.

That is a complete understatement. It was nearing 8 pm and nearly everyone in the office was gone. Irene wanted this project to be over so she worked tirelessly on her part of the project. She felt like she was in college again and was stuck with the most annoying girl in class. She only got a 30 minute break from Y/n for lunch before they had to get back to work.

“Oh. Are we going to continue tomorrow?”

“We don’t have a choice, do we?”

It was a stupid question, but even Irene was too tired to put a little extra edge in her voice. She began to pack up her things when Y/n stopped her.

“Do you like me Irene?”

Irene was stumped by the question. Why would a grown woman ask such a thing? Well, Y/n can’t be older than 25, but still, she’s not a little girl.

“Do you really think that’s an important question to ask?” She cocks a brow at the girl who is now becoming shy.

“It’s just that…it’s just that I really admire you, but people say you’re mean and I don’t want to believe them.”

Of course he coworkers would say something like that about her. Irene doesn’t know if they’re jealous or bitter, but she isn’t surprised that they would try to “warn” Y/n about her.

“First thing about working here is that you don’t worry about what your co-workers say about you. I’m here to do my job and I do it quite well. I don’t care if I come off as a bitch.”

“Oh…oh wow. That’s kind of admirable,” Y/n says with a nervous laugh. She doesn’t have the same view on life like Irene, but maybe it’s important to have in a work environment like this. So many of them men who are nice to her on the floor are never there to help her when she needs it – they just want to ogle at her tits. “But being liked is a good thing too.”

“Our boss and business partners, that is all that matters. I’m not concerned with appeasing to some sex-deprived men.”

Y/n found herself re-evaluating her approach to work. Irene was so successful, so she must be doing something right.

“I always liked you Irene,” Y/n admits. Irene looks at her intently which makes Y/n adverts her eyes to save herself from the embarrassment. She continues on, “they would say mean things about you, but I always liked you. I think you’re the best at this company.”

Irene was taken back by the confession. Thank god that Y/n was looking away or else she would see the stupid look on her face, her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted from the gasp that escaped when Y/n finished talking. She knows from Y/n’s attempts of being her friend that the younger woman doesn’t have any negative thoughts about her. Irene is feeling conflicted right now. For some reason the confession makes her weak because she loves the potential power she has over Y/n.

“Hm, well maybe you could learn a thing or two from me,” she says with her confident disposition coming back.

It pains her to say that she realizes just how cute Y/n is right now at this moment. She’s always considered her a pretty woman, but the shy girl that hides behind that bubbly personality is doing something for her. She could probably do anything to Y/n and she would enjoy every second of it.

“Youreallyneed to learn how to work the office without kissing up to everyone.”

Irene steps closer to her. Y/n looks up at her when noticing how Irene is closing in on her. Y/n takes a few steps back, but Irene continues to walk forward. Y/n’s body is stopped by the desk and she’s trapped by Irene. Irene looks her dead in the eye, a slight smirk on her face.

“You could learn a lot from me.” Irene truly means that.

Y/n still has that stupid smile on her face, as oblivious as ever despite her seemingly becoming a little self-aware.

Irene couldn’t help herself. It was just so easy to follow through on temptation. She was pushing Y/n down against the desk and lifting up her work skirt in a matter of seconds.

“I-Irene!?” Y/n asks in disbelief. She stares down at Irene, thinking that this might be a dream and if it’s not then Irene must come to her senses soon, right?

“Shut up,” she says firmly.

Irene eyes Y/n’s panties and notices the wet patch on the cotton. She felt absolutely smug knowing that she caused it. Her fingers hook in the elastic band of her panties and pull them down. She’s rough as she does it too, nearly ripping her panties at the seams. Y/n gasps at the cool air hitting her body, but that gasp soon turns to a moan when Irene licks at her pussy.

“Oh my god.”

The power she has over her makes Irene feel invincible. She has Y/n underneath her and she must be turned on by Irene being somewhat rough with her because her pussy is so wet. If she would have known this would be the way to shut Y/n up then she would have done it a long time ago. Her co-worker is trying her bestto hold back her moans, even clamping her hand against her mouth until Irene pulls it away. She loveshearing those weak moans.

Y/n looks down at Irene and sees her peering back up at her. Irene has a devilish look in her eyes and Y/n knows she’s smirking. She’s in a state of disbelief that this is happening, and she’s really shocked that she’s enjoying it. Irene knows what she’s doing with that tongue of hers and she knows it’s making Y/n weak. She grabs Y/n’s leg and places it on her shoulder while pushing the other one wide open with her leg. Her tongue laps at Y/n’s folds, getting a sense of her taste and she tastes just as sweet and innocent as her personality. Irene is lapping at her like she’s hungry and she would be embarrassed by herself if she wasn’t enjoying reducing Y/n to nothing so much. Her legs are shaking against her and Irene feels smug knowing that she’s the one doing this.

“You’re pussy is so wet for me,” she teases as she pulls her mouth away from Y/n’s cunt.

Irene pushes her finger past the resistance of Y/n’s slit and pushes it deep inside. She watches Y/n throw her head back and let out a groan.

“It’s only one finger, princess. Is it too much for you?”

Y/n is delirious from Irene teasing. She babbles like an idiot when she is simply just trying to say ‘yes, it’s too much’. It’s too much, but her body needs more.

Irene slips in another finger and her two fingers fit so snuggly in Y/n’s pussy. Her cunt is so warm and wet that Irene finds herself getting turned on from this. She bends over again and sucks on Y/n’s clit while finger fucking her pussy.

A hand comes to the back of her. Y/n is so greedy, but Irene isn’t going to let her get away with that. She grabs onto Y/n’s wrist and pulls her hand away from the back of her head. Irene is the one in control here – she needs the control. Just because she’s the one pleasing Y/n and down on her knees between her legs means she can be so needy.

Irene’s knees rise up off the ground as she slightly lifts herself to hover over Y/n while still sucking on her clit. Her knuckle bumps against the bottom of her chin as she picks up the pace. Her fingers pounding in and out of Y/n’s pussy without stuttering. She’s really doing a number on her cute little co-worker. Y/n is whimpering, trying the best to hold back her loud moans. The office is now empty, but she still fears getting caught. Irene, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind getting caught. It would be such a sight to see for one of their desperate co-workers.

She wants to tease Y/n so bad for whining like a bitch in heat, but she can’t pull her mouth off of her cunt. She tastes so good that Irene can’t get enough. Every time her fingers move out of Y/n’s pussy, more of her arousal seeps down Irene’s hand and slides down her wrist until it stains the cuff of her blouse. Her mind is addled with thoughts of doing more than this with Y/n. She could do a lot of things to her and the girl would probably enjoy it. She didn’t think her co-worker was such a desperate slut despite being so desperate for friendship and approval.

“Oh god!”

Y/n sharply inhales as her pussy clenches tightly around Irene’s fingers and she’s cumming. Her body becomes weaker by the second and she lays her back flat against the desk. She stares at the ceiling as she toils out of pleasure. Now that she has cum she’s beginning to realize where she is and what this situation is.

Irene’s mouth is now longer on her clit, but those fingers are still deep inside of Y/n’s pussy. She curls them and agitates them just a little bit just to get Y/n riled up again. She lets those sweet moans fall on her ears one last time, getting her to the point where she may be almost ready to go again, but then she swiftly pulls her fingers out. She pops them into her mouth and sucks Y/n’s cum off of them. If Y/n was looking at her, she would definitely die of embarrassment.

Irene stands up and looms over Y/n, looking at her as if she was pathetic.

“Get up. We gotta go home,” Irene talks to her as if nothing just happened.

Y/n is still reeling and unsure if she’ll be able to stand up and walk steadily. But, Irene’s voice is so commanding that she obeys. She’s an absolute mess. Irene gives her the decency to look away while she’s searching for her panties and making herself look somewhat presentable.

Irene pulls her skirt down and grabs her work briefcase. She doesn’t want to be here for another second.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Smut..cold. hard. detailed smut. I WILL RUIN YOUR DAY AND YOU WILL THANK ME DAMNIT! Dom Keigo? Well Heat Keigo, assertive azz boi

Also it’s implied you’re wearing a skirt.

LEGGO!

…

Jeanie, your good friend sat with you as you explained yourself to the nurse, Dr. Malina. Her face twisted in curiosity as you explained what the hell was going on with you. You were nervous as fuck even trying to talk about it. What was wrong with you and how were you gonna fix it.

“Mrs. L/N, Miss. King. What seems to be the issue.”

Jeanie nodded at you, letting you know it was okay to talk first.

“Um…My erm down there, is acting up.”

“Are you pregnant? Ovulating?”

“Oh no!” you shook your head. “Nothing like that.” you laughed nervously. “Um, it started this week. I’ve been really sensitive, maybe a little…I have no clue. This hasn’t happened before.”

“Okay Miss. L/N. Has anything strange other than hyper-sensitivity been happening? Has your quirk been acting up?”

“I can barely touch…it without being sensitive, and this isn’t a period thing because that’s never happened to me before.”

“Have any large changed happened to you this past year?”

“No, not really.” I shook my head.

“No new people, you haven’t moved apartments?”

“I moved in with my boyfriend?”

Now that you thought of it, you recently moved in with Keigo Takami known as Hawks. Recently, you haven’t seen him though. He could barely look at you without dropping something or even walk past you. It was just this past Saturday that you were starting to feel this way.

“Have you two ever been intimate?” she asked.

“I mean yeah.” you shrugged. “But not lately-”

“Not within the last…say week and a half?” the nurse asked.

You looked at Jeanie who seemed to be thinking. Thinking very hard to the point where her eyebrows were knitted together.

“Hey, Y/N. You don’t think Keigo has anything to do with this?” she asked. “Maybe I’m wrong but do you think that maybe he’s…y'know-”

“I don’t follow.” you replied dumbly.

“Honey.” the nurse laughed at your naivety. “By sensitive, do you mean turned on? Aroused?”

“Um…yeaaaahh?” you trailed off.

“Everytime you look at your boyfriend, do those feelings get worse? Has he been acting off, heavy breathing-”

“Yes!” you nodded. “Something like that!”

It wasn’t long before the nurse was asking you more and more questions.

“My dear!” she laughed. “You aren’t sick and there’s nothing wrong with you!”

“Really?” you sighed with relief. “Then what’s the issue?”

“You’re in heat! Whatever’s happening to your partner is obviously happening to you.” she laughed.

“W-what? THAT’S EVEN WORSE! HOW DO I FIX IT WOMAN!?”

“Honey, it’s just a way of saying you want your partner, it’s okay to act on it.”

“Easy for you to say.” you sighed.

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“Hey!” Keigo took you into a tight hug as soon as he opened the door. “I heard you went to the doctors office from Jeanie, you alright?” Obviously not, seeing as how you knocked instead of using a key to get in.

“I…uh-” you trailed off. “I…ngh-” you suddenly dropped to your knees.

“Baby!” he looked down in surprise as you whimpered.

“K-keigo. I’m so-sorry.” you cried. “I didn’t know what else to do. It’s getting worse.” your rested your head against his knee as you hugged his leg. “I’m so ashamed.”

“Y/N, slow down! You’re not making any sense!”

“The nurse told me it was normal but I don’t know anymore-” you stammered. “Fuck-”

“Y/N, babygirl you aren’t making any sense.” Keigo slid his fingers under your chin and made you look up. “Calm down…and tell me what’s wrong.”

“She said I was in heat-or something.” you squeaked. “She said it was normal because you were in it t-too?” you whimpered. His silence after that made you feel even worse. “I’m so sorry-”

“How long has this been happening?” he asked.

“Since last week.” you breathed.

When you looked up, Keigo’s face was still. He wasn’t smiling or frowning. In fact, he wasn’t readable at all. “Now, why would you ever need to apologize for needing some cock inside you.”

“Hm?” your head shot up in his direction.

“Awww, are you my naughty baby. You’ve been struggling without me because you’re afraid I’m gonna think you’re a little whore, aren’t you?”

“Keigo~” you tried to make words as his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“I didn’t know you were suffering that badly.” he bit his lip, tilting your chin up to look at him. “I wish you had told me earlier…woulda made this past week a whole lot more bearable.” he laughed. “I’ll be honest I didn’t know being in heat would affect you too…so I guess I should be sorry about that.”

You were completely thrown off.

“Why don’t you come in and show me just how bad you’ve been havin it.”

You barely had it in you to stand, so you had to crawl. Being in front on him was too-

As Keigo closed the door, he helped you stand to your feet. You had to lean against him though.

“Naughty naughty~” he sang. “Were you planning on telling me about this, baby? I was wondering when you were finally coming to tell daddy you were aching for him.” he led you to your shared bedroom. His eyes were shifting hues under the light, turning dark with lust. “Does my baby want to play with my fat cock? Maybe get knotted a little by me?”

“Ngh- Huuh-” you chest heaved as you were set down on the bed.

“You’re so cute.” he bit his lip. “The way you’re holding onto me is making me want to fuck you so hard.” his jaw went slack. “Why don’t you play with that pretty pussy, hm?” He stood there and watched you, watched your fingers hike up your clothes and crawl between your legs. “That’s right, rub your clit for me.” he smirked. “Right through those cute panties.”

“K-keigo.” you whimpered. “P-please.”

“Little Y/N can’t take some teasing, hm?” he laughed. “Bend over my bed, let me see just how bad it is.” he strode up and helped you turn over. He stood behind you and hiked up your skirt. “Awww~ Is that wet spot from you pissing yourself or are you just glad to see me baby?” you couldn’t see, but you could tell he was smiling. “I wish you knew how many times I jacked myself off thinking about you this week. I’m glad to know you were suffering without me too.”

“You’re so mean.” you squeaked.

You could hear his gasp. “Baby, look at you.”

“N-no! Don’t look at it.” you attempted to pull it down, only to feel him grab your hands.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare…cover yourself up. Your clit is so swollen.” there was shuffling for a bit, only to be welcomed by warm air against your sex. “Are you that turned on? Do you want me to eat this pussy?”

“K-keigo!” your legs shook.

“Shit, you’re so sensitive. If I touch you anymore, you’ll fall the fuck apart…mmf-” you felt him drive his tongue into your slit. The feeling caused you to bury your face into the bed and muffle your moans.

“Awww baby~” Keigo laughed. “I’m only licking you. All I’m doing is dragging my tongue up this cute pussy.” he hummed. He drew his tongue up your head, laughing maniacally. “So good~” he moaned into your sex. “You’re getting it all over my chin. Does it feel that good when I flick my tongue against your swollen pussy?” he cooed in a babyish voice. “So sloppy- So fucking cute.” He moaned against your sex.

You suddenly felt something else rub against you.

“You’re covering my cock in your mess, baby. You like it when daddy rubs against your?” Keigo abruptly turned you around so that you were laying on your back. You felt his ease himself inside your wetness.

“I wonder if my big fat cock will fit inside.” he seethed, gliding his fingertips down your stomach. “Come on, you can take it. You’re such a good girl for me, you can take it.” he praised. “Can you feel my dick stretching you out? Hm?” bit his lip.

“K-keigo! F-FUCK-” you helped as he buried himself inside you.

“Damnit Y/N. Am I even gonna be able to move.” he grunted. “You’re tightening about my cock. Fuck, come here!” he moved around so it was him that was sitting on the bed, and you were sitting in his lap. He crashed his mouth over yours, muffling your moans with his tongue.

“Awww you’re dripping.” he snarled. “You’re so fucking sexy.” he moaned. “Come on, take my load. Take all this cum, huh? You’re gonna be dripping for weeks, pretty baby.” he groaned. His thrusts only got deeper and deeper. You could feel his thickness against every wall.

Suddenly, you were welcomed by an unbelievably hot feeling inside me.

“FUCK! BABY-” he snarled. “Take all that cum baby. Fucking take it.” he breathe after a while. He tightened his arms around you. “You’re such a good girl.” he bit his lip. He crashed his mouth over yours again. “My pretty baby.”

“W-why didn’t you tell me?” you leaned on his shoulder.

“I didn’t want to force you into anything, but I guess I didn’t have to worry.” he hummed. “I love you baby, so much.” he kissed your lips. “Just like you’re gonna love this round two.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t feel you cum on this cock…and we can’t have that, can we baby?”

…

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I AM NOT SORRY! I AIN’T NEVER BEEN THE FUCK SORRY! WHAT’S UP! You hoes bet not come up calling me freaky YOU’D DO IT TOO…same bitches who wanna be a Weasley Twin sandwich leave me alone alright?. (Also bit of an AU )

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…

“Are they arguing again?!“ You sighed loudly. “What is with them?” you groaned hearing the two bicker back and forth. “They have some big problems.” you shook your head watching Nico shake in her shoes. Poor girl looked like she was about to blow a fuse hearing the two brothers shout insults at one another. 

“I don’t know but if they don’t shut up while I’m trying to work I’m gonna-” she began, tightening her grip on a screwdriver. You instantly rushed to her side. “Why I outta-”

“Easy tiger.” you put a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down for a second.” you chuckled. “Maybe they’re arguing over who gets to take over the hunt for tonight.”

“Well they’d better figure it out soon.” she seethed. “Hearing them is starting to make my skin crawl. You’d better prepare too. You want you energy up if you’re gonna get me some sick parts.” she perked up a bit, which made you shake your head. “Maybe a discarded head or something?”

“I’ll do my best. What you got for me today, anyways?” you joined her behind the work counter. 

“How does a baseball bat with a bunch of devil-proof nails stickin’ out sound?!”

“Now you’re speaking my language.” you cheered. “Let’s see it!”

…(Meanwhile)

“I swear you always do this, Vergil!” a disgusted Dante spat. “Once again, you are trying to get in my way.”

“Excuse me! I think not.” the older brother spat back. “Don’t think I intend on backing off because of your little schoolboy crush.”

“Y/N would never fall for filth like you.” Dante snarled. “Just face the facts, man.”

“And she would be interested in you?” Vergil laughed. “You really should have been a comedian, little brother.” he turned his nose up. “Let’s face it, you aren’t on her radar of suitors either.”

“If that weird kid with the damn annoying ass bird can garner her interest I sure as hell can.” Dante snapped.

“Still one more person she prefers over you, dear brother.”

Dante resisted the urge to punch Vergil across the nose. The last thing he wanted to do was alert you or make Nico upset. “You don’t know her like I do. She’s sweet and kind and way out of your league. I’ve heard how she talks about you! She can’t stand you.”

“You don’t know that. She could be just trying to spare your feelings.” Vergil rebutted. Although there was a part of him that let him to believe his sibling was telling the truth. “She hasn’t spoken the highest of you either, in case you’ve forgotten. She always seems to comment on how immature you are despite your age.”

“I’d rather her hate me forever and avoid you than have you dig your claws into her with your tactics.” Dante hissed. “I don’t care if she doesn’t love me…but to know she would ever choose you over me…” he stopped talking. “Stay away from Y/N Vergil. I’m warning you. She’s young, innocent, pure. Unlike you, ya piece of shit.” he huffed one last time before pushing past him.

He walked back towards the van, huffing and complaining to himself. How dare that slimy asshole even think for a second he could get anyone like you on his side? Vergil must have been dreaming.

Or maybe Dante was just hoping he was. He was pleased to find you hopping out the back of the van swinging your bat. The look of pure joy on your face made his heart flutter. 

“Hiya Dante!!”

“Hey, Y/N! Excited for tonight?”

“Yep! You joining the hunt? I wanna show you my sick skills!” you played with your bat.

“You know it babe.”

…(Later on that night)

“Y/N look!” You turned your head to Nero who was holding a demon skull. “I’m here to haunt you!” He made a bunch of creepy noise and made it pretend it was flying.

“No! You’ll never take me alive!” You began running ahead as Nero chased you. 

“Grrr I’ll get you!” you could hear him behind you, laughing at the top of his lungs. You could hear the crunch of his boots against the ground. “You can run but you can’t hide Y/N!” You bolted ahead of Vergil and Dante, who looked less than pleased. 

“Nero NO!!” you laughed, hopping over a fire hydrant. “You throw that at me I will swing!!”

“Hey! Would you stop acting like a bunch of children for three seconds!” an annoyed Vergil snapped. “I haven’t the patience for your silly games.”

“Shut up, old man.” Nero caught up, glaring potholes into his father’s head. “Don’t get mad that I get all of Y/N’s attention and she won’t even look your way.” he threw an arm around your shoulder. “You’re just jealous she’d rather hang out with me than you.”

“How dare you speak to me that way!” Vergil began lashing out.

“Guys calm down.” you stepped between the two. “Nero come on, we have a job to do.”

Nero smirked at his father. He knew his old man had a crush on you. He thought it was pretty weird, considering you were much younger than him. He also knew Dante had a thing for you as well. It was exactly why he, Nico, and Lady made it a mission to make sure they wouldn’t sink their claws into you. (Not so much Trish…she didn’t care enough to interfere unless it affected you negatively…give it a few days….oops, spoke too soon)

Vergil met your eyes. You felt a bit guilty. You knew this was a big mission and you were goofing off with Nero. It wasn’t even that bad to be honest, he just hated seeing his…son…of all people getting close to you. Vergil instantly felt like a jerk. He didn’t mean to make you sad, he was just…ugh. Damn him and his anger.

“Vergil.” Dante made his presence known. “Leave Y/N alone.” he came to your side. “Nothing wrong with having a bit of fun.” he practically replaced Nero’s arm with his, swatting his arm off you. 

“Whatever.” Nero scoffed. “Come on Y/N. Don’t let the oldies slow you down.” he began walking ahead of you three.

“Hey Nero! Wait up-” You attempted to jog, only to be halted by a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, why don’t you walk with me for a while?” Dante began leading you down the street. “If a demon comes along, I’ll make sure to protect you.” He threw an arm around your shoulder. “I’ll protect you from the bad guys.”

“I can take care of myself.” You replied. “But thanks, Dante.” You shyly shrugged Dante’s arm off you. “Hey Nero! Wait for me!” You ran up.

“Smooth move, idiot.” Vergil smirked at his brother’s rejection. “But watch how it’s really done.” the cocky man walked ahead of his brother. “Hey, Y/N…”

Before you could fully catch up to Nero, Vergil stopped you and made you walk with him. “Yes, Vergil?” you smiled politely. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think I’ve have the chance to compliment you on your stunning good looks today.” he smiled at you.

“Umm, no offense Vergil but I’ve been knuckles deep in monster parts and devil blood, I’m the last thing you should consider stunning or good looking.” you replied sheepishly.

“Insecurity is an ugly monster.” he hummed thoughtfully.

“…I’ll remember that.” you felt the heat rush to your face. “U-um….bye now!” You looked at the devil skull on the ground. “TAKE THAT!” you used your bat to swing it like a golfball at Nero’s arm.

“HEY! You’ll pay for that Y/N!” Nero yelled, starting to chase you down the street. You laughed as you ran down the street. 

…

“ALL RIGHT Y/N!!” Nero thrust his fist into the air as you jumped down from the balcony you had been fighting on. 

“Thank you!! and FUCK YOU!” you kicked a random head sending it flying into a garbage can. 

“Not bad for a human-”

“NoT bAd FoR a HuMaN!” you mocked Nero. “Come on! We’re making great timing!!” 

Vergil watched you as you ran ahead of the bunch. You could definitely hold your own ass. You were truly amazing. When that demon had grabbed you and he was gonna go into demon mode to save you, before you he could even take another step you had already made it down. 

What did Nero or that V fellow have that you didn’t? Why did you enjoy being around him so much? He watched you two laugh at the top of your lungs. Damn, if he started holding your hand, he’d go ballistic. 

Meanwhile Dante was cheering you on inside. You could definitely keep up with him. Surely you’d be happier with Nero…he was closer to your age. He didn’t care…as long as you didn’t end up with Vergil. He’d forbid it.

Another bloodbath later and everything was done! You had high fived Nico as you hopped back on the van. 

“Could you drop me back home? I am in desperate need of a shower.”

“Sure thing Y/N!” Nico threw everything you had gotten for her in the workshop. “How’d it go?”

“Y/N kicked ass of course. I could barely get any hits in.” Dante laughed, plopping down.

“Keep up next time.” you shrugged, setting your weapon down.

“Your smugness will be your downfall, little girl.” Vergil scoffed at you. 

“You’re one to talk, Vergil.” you found yourself speaking back. The van had already sped off while you were speaking. “Every word out of your mouth is something smug.” you glowered.

“Watch it! I’m old enough to be your father.” he warned.

“Oh…I’m so scared…daddy.” you rolled your eyes.

Vergil froze. What the- How the- Why the…He didn’t even register the van coming to a stop and you jumping down. Dante on the other hand was green with envy. If anyone had a daddy kink it was him! Where did Vergil get off coaxing such a phrase from your lips! That should have been for him…now he was mad.

The van door closed leaving a strange chill over the older Sparda men.

“If you two idiots love Y/N so much why don’t you either team upor shut up.” Nico glowered, noticing how dull the mood was. “If there’s only one Y/N, do what siblings do and fuckin’ share already.” she huffed.

“Dude! Y/N isn’t some kinda toy!” Nero protested. “I forbid you two from going near her!” he tried to put his foot down. He’d be damned if his best friend be manipulated by those two.

“I’d rather die again than share with this…idiot!!” Vergil snapped.

“I’d rather die this instant!” Dante one-uped his brother.

…

The two practically fought to get to your door. Vergil grabbed Dante’s leg and Dante tripped Vergil in an effort to get to the door first.

You were surprised to see the two there, breath heaving. It made you sort of embarrassed to have shown up to the door in a bathrobe.

“Guys?” you raised an eyebrow. You combed your fingers through your hair to work out the knots.

The two paused. Your body was nearly completely soaking wet, so you obviously had just gotten out the bath. Having demon senses, they both could feel the warmth radiating off you. 

“Any reason you two are fighting at my door? My neighbors are old ladies, they could call the cops if you aren’t careful.” you joked.

Vergil watched a singular water droplet run down your neck and drop into your cleavage. Dante always wondered what your living space looked like, it was definitely a highlight of you from what he saw.

“Y/N! We have an issue….and you need to solve it for us.” Vergil coughed.

“Um ….okay?” you raised an eyebrow. “What can I do for you-”

“Who do you see as a potential romantic partner? Me or Vergil!” Dante finally came out with it.

“Pardon me?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“This oaf and I have been vying for your affection since we saved your life 5 months ago and you became a part of this little organization.” Vergil sighed. “Either you know and you ignore it or you’re more ditzy than I thought?”

“Vying, for my affections?” you raised an eyebrow. You suddenly hugged yourself, feeling very exposed. “Nero wasn’t kidding?”

“Nero told you!?” they both gasped in surprised.

“Yeah…he did. That’s why I thought he was full of shit.” you laughed. “B-but um..I guess not.” you giggled.

“That little-”

“BRAT” “ASSHOLE!”

You watched as the two began griping about Nero and how he couldn’t leave well-enough alone. 

“So…you two…with me?” you tilted your head to the side. 

“I’ve loved you longer.” Dante piped up. “When you uncle called me up to handle an extermination and you just hid behind a wall the whole time…how quickly you changed your tune.” he laughed.

“Well I love Y/N for the person she is inside! She has a pure heart?”

“That you can tarnish?” Dante fired back.

“BOYS!” you called over them. “I swear you two are more brotherly than you think.” you shook our head.

Suddenly, the phrase ghosted over their heads. 

Do what siblings do and share….

“Y/N…may we come in?” Dante stepped forward.

“We have matters to discuss.” Vergil followed.

Poor, unknowing, innocent you.

“Sure, just lemme get dressed.” you made room for them to walk in.

“Don’t worry, darling…this is strictly business between us and you.”

(Probably gonna do something Nero related soon)

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I wonder if I’m still gonna get to heaven.

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WARNINGS: YOU AND JASON MAKE A SEX TAPE YA’LL IF YOU THINK THAT AINT ENOUGH OF A WARNING IM NOT RESPONSIBLE OF ANY WRECKED PANTIES

“Tell me what you want.”

You felt your skin almost scrape off of your flesh caused by the carpet against your knees. Your breaths turned short but heavy as your current state made your heart race out of your chest, your hands seeking sanctuary, or just anything you can grab on, when all you can do writhe and tremble on all fours. Your back was arched as much as it could, though you couldn’t really do much but feel the long, hard drag of Jason’s cock inside your clenching walls. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head, feeling the intense, never-ending tremors that got you hooked on like nicotine. His large hands grabbed you by your waist, arching you even more to further push your ass up.

You felt a sharp sting when Jason’s hand slapped your ass so hard and good that you almost came right at that moment. “I said,” he leaned down and whispered into your ear, “What do you want me to do, babygirl?”

His hot breath almost burn against your skin, contrasting to the cool sweat that dripped down to your neck. “I want you to make me come!”

You felt another sharp sting on your ass, “Then look at the camera, beautiful.”

At that, he raised your head up by grabbing a fistful of your hair so you’d look at his phone positioned right in front of you. It was your idea, actually. And fuck, did you not regret it.

The camera on his phone felt like a sharp eye watching, like Jason was inside the device itself and was watching you through the lenses. And as if the feeling that shot up throughout your body when he’s fucking your throbbing pussy didn’t already feel good, the fact that you were being recorded made it so much hotter, You couldn’t help but feel sexy, almost as much as he says you are.

“You look so hot. Just look at the camera, babygirl.”

He gripped your hair tighter, letting you feel the sting in your head that added up to all your bodily pleasures. You started moaning like a porn star and could feel his cock throb and getting harder and harder at every thrust. You clenched around him so good that he let go of your hair and moaned out so sexily that you recorded it in your own head to help you when you needed something to get off to. His cock was so hard and thick that you briefly wondered how much your thighs are gonna ache after this.

Then he shifted your hips, and that’s when you were an inch close to a powerful, explosive orgasm that will surely rip you to pieces. The tip of his cock repeatedly hit that spot inside you. “Jason!” you screamed.

He had no mercy. He gripped your hips even harder, fucking your numb opening so hard, your moans could be heard from the next block. He slapped you one more time, and that’s when your body gave out, giving you one of the most intense, spine-tingling orgasms you’ve had in your life. All that, and you just happened to be capable enough to look at the camera the whole time, and Jason just couldn’t wait to get his hands on that footage.

You collapsed on the ground, feeling that shocks and aftershocks that made you high. You couldn’t move for a few good minutes, laying on the carpet with your ass up and exposed. You were so weak, so wonderfully fucked that you needed time to process just how good it was.

Jason came back with a towel and wiped your thighs off from your cum (you just happened to squirt a whole lot) and off the carpet. You still didn’t have the energy to move, so close to passing out before you felt Jason’s hot lips on your neck, then down your back. He traced your spine with his tongue before moving back up to your ear.

“You did so well, baby,” he smiled, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. You smiled and hummed to his soft caress, embracing you from behind.

He stood up and you gathered the strength to get up from the ground. He took the phone from the chair it sat on and stopped the recording. That’s when you noticed he still had an awfully hard cock. He still hadn’t come.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you playfully before he pressed on his phone and you heard yourself, gasping and crying louder than you thought you did. A blush suddenly crept up your cheeks, until you noticed Jason get even harder than before. His cock was throbbing, and the sight just made your mouth water.

You crawled in front of him and looked into his eyes. The video kept playing, and your moans only seemed to get louder. He didn’t dare take his eyes off the screen even when your hand was wrapped around him, rubbing smoothly at first so he wouldn’t come immediately.

He let out a groan, and you felt his hand grip your hair once again. He guided your head to his cock, and you couldn’t help but smile as you kissed the tip.

WAIT FOR A PART TWO PEOPLE THERE’S MORE!!!