HELLFIRE ISNT HOT ENOUGH

HELLFIRE ISN’T HOT ENOUGH

MAFIA! JASON TODD X READER

Warnings: F! Reader. fxf sexual relations, voyeurism, swinging (?)

↳ SMUT Fic ::  My reader is a spoiled brat that gets spoiled. 

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The satin blood-red dress clung to your figure as you fidgeted with the diamond collar that spelled Princess in big bold letters. The valet held your door open greeting you with a cordial smile and an outstretched hand. 

Heels at the courtesy of Christian Louboutin clicked on the pavement as you linked your arm with Jason’s, entering through the back entrance of the club.

Nights in Gotham this quiet were a rarity, the patrons that loitered around the corner quelling their cigarettes gave Jason a nod of acknowledgment as he held the door open for you. 

Tonight was meant to be an important business transaction for him, he didn’t share the details to which you didn’t pry because frankly, the situation didn’t pique your interest. He just needed you here for good luck, or so he says. 

 As the gentlemen spoke in hushed tones over whisky and ice, you noted the mostly empty venue and abandoned stripper poles as the ladies had all gone home for the night. 

In an attempt for entertainment, you stealthily ran a hand up Jason’s inner thigh only for him to shoot you an unamused glare, “Will you die if I don’t pay attention to you for five minutes?” You huffed in response.

A half an hour passed before in walked your favorite couple, Kori in a skin-tight purple mini dress and Roy dressed as if he’s in witness protection. Roy took a seat with the men intensely listening as they caught him up, and you stood to greet Kori. 

After the embrace she pushed your hair out of your face and stared at your cleavage; “You make the dress look good” She said with a smirk. 

The dynamic between you, Jason, Kori, and Roy was quite simple; you were two pairs of couples that enjoyed hooking up with each other from time to time. It was casual and fun, they were close enough to feel like family and most importantly, Jason trusted them both. 

When the men had to go out of town you and Kori had to find ways to entertain yourselves. Her - being far bolder initiated and with Jason’s permission, the rest was history. 

You may wear the collar, but Jason was very much the one on a leash; He thought you could tilt the room with your beauty, actually, he knows you can, he’s seen you do it. The evening glow of the dimly lit room did nothing to hide that; you make it a point to flutter your lashes a few times for emphasis. To him at that moment, the glitter in your lip gloss sparkled like a million tiny stars. 

“Daddy, can I go play with Kori?” You posited, with a pout. 

Jason could never refuse any of your requests. 

Her enigmatic green eyes never left yours, walking you backward till your thigh hits the edge of the pool table. The 6tf bombshell ran a hand over your breasts, to your waist until she got a firm grip on your ass. 

The diamonds on your collar caught her eyes as she grabbed you by the neck with the other hand, and pulled you closer “Prettiest Princess I’ve ever seen” She declared with unparalleled confidence. 

She comes in close for a kiss and you take the opportunity to grab her tits and massage the soft flesh. The action elicited a delightful moan out of her, she tasted the same as she smelled - of cinnamon and green apples. Your touch was different from Roy’s or Jason’s, you could give her something they couldn’t. 

While Kori could have her pick of the litter when it comes to men, many were quick fucks or one-night stands. With women, she favors companionship the most.

Kori is fond of your dainty, soft-spoken nature as well as your bratty attitude. She could take you shopping, finger you in the dressing room, then send you home to Jason. She trusts you with her heart and values your advice. To her, you were a friend held in the highest regard. 

Kori’s fingers lingered on the soft material of your dress for a moment.  A clamorous sound tore through the room as she ripped the dress straight down your body, well that’s one way of getting it off you thought. “I thought I didn’t feel any panties under there, glad I was right,” She notes. “Yeah, I left it at home when I heard you were coming” you quipped back. 

She spread your legs until she was standing in between, watching in anticipation of what she’d do next. She got chest level with your pussy as she began to rub one of her tits between your dewy lips gathering your wetness on her nipple. 

She hosted one of your legs above her shoulder to help you chase the friction better. The world faded into a haze forcing you to concentrate on nothing but the feel of your clit grinding on her nipple and Ari Lennox’s pressure drifting haphazardly in the background. 

Kori’s massive tits were a blessing to humanity and she knew it. Looking down at her you were completely at her leniency, unblemished smooth skin burning hot with the color of the Sahara desert after it’s set ablaze by the evening sun. Bewitching emerald eyes like the saving grace of green in an oasis, and red waves that would make Medusa avoid her gaze in shame. 

The Tamarian crawled on the pool table, laid back motioning for you to sit on her face. You peeled her panties off as you scaled up her body and threw the well-used panties at Roy with a wink; he effortlessly caught it along with a whiff of her aroma. 

Thigh on each side, you lowered your clit to her mouth which she delicately began sucking. The redhead was a pro at this, Kori was a giver and her skillful tongue would have you undone in no time. 

It must have been quite the display because whatever meeting the men were in, came to an end. Jason, at the head of the table, now cradling his glass of whisky and ice enjoying the show. 

You held his gaze and pornographically moaned his name grabbing a fist full of fiery locks, deliberately pushing her further into your pussy.

Jason took that as an invasion and came over to you, without breaking eye contact he attached his lips to Kori’s nipple, savoring the last taste of you on her areola. Roy on the other hand had his jacket ready for this party of four to finish at home. 

As Kori got up, you and Jason both licked her clean of your juices and you whispered thank-yous between quick kisses on her soft lips, she deserved it after all. Your naked form was only clothed by the smear of Kori’s red lipstick on your pussy until Roy draped his jacket over your shoulder. He picks you up bridal style and kisses your forehead smiling tenderly, “Good girl.”

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“Devil is a Woman” | Thomas Shelby x Reader

SUMMARY: The devil has put her eyes in her next victim, but this time is different. This time she found an interesting toy. The man she has her claws on is at her mercy and he would do anything for her. Even take the life of an innocent one.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ok. This has to be one of the largest one shots I’ve ever done. This is inspired by the song The Devil is a Woman by Bishop Gun, for the Halfway 2K event of @runnning-outof-time . I think I might get a little bit out of the lyrics of the song…maybe (Special thanks to @notyour-valentine for helping me with the last details)

CONTAINS: Smut, Insults, arranged marriage

WARNING: +18, mentions of suicide.

WORD COUNT: 3,460

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“Devil is a Woman”

”That girl is trouble” Arthur said as he pointed his cigarette at the girl dressed in white sitting at the bar as his brothers looked in her direction, she had an innocent aura, she smiled coquettishly at a boy who had surely bought her a drink so he could talk to her and secure his place as her companion for the rest of the night “It is rumored that she is behind the suicide of that guy who was found a couple of days ago hanging near the river.”

Tommy took what was left of his glass before looking at his brother “They are only rumors Arthur”

”Do you even know who she is?” he exclaimed in a more exasperated tone. “She is the daughter of Colonel Edwards”

The Edwards were a family decorated by the crown for their services in the war. They lived in the wealthier part of London. So far away from the filthy streets of Small Heath

“Less than two years ago, they were involved in the death of a man who also ended up hanging by his own hand, soon before sending their only daughter far away to dispel the rumors, that’s rather suspicious”

John looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, "How do you know all that?"

"People talk brother"

"That doesn't mean everything they say is true," Tommy added. Knowing that his brother would spend his time talking about gossip and rumors like an old lady, he would have stayed working in his office. He had better things to do.

"Speaking of the devil," John whispered, announcing the presence of the girl approaching them. Apparently leaving her companion behind.

She stopped standing in front of them, while she smiled slightly "Good afternoon guys” her eyes fell directly on Tommy “Can I speak with you Mr. Shelby? In private?"

With his serious face, he looked into her eyes. Apparently she wasn't intimidated by him. She kept her smile while holding her gaze "Are you a whore?"

It was nothing out of the ordinary for women to come up to him and offer him a good time.

Her smile disappeared and her gaze turned like the fire that intended to burn him, more stronger than the shots of whiskey he used to drink. “Because if you are not you’re in the wrong place”

"I'm here to talk about business" she said leaving aside that friendly sideways attitude she showed a few moments ago. "Not every woman who comes up to you wants to suck your dick, you know?"

John and Arthur just stared at the scene before them silently. Nobody expected that answer, a common girl would have been embarrassed, would have blushed and then left without saying anything about it.

No one dared talk to Tommy like that, no one. Either she was very foolish or very brave.

"I'll come talk to you in your office tomorrow morning, I think I have something that might interest you" and without waiting for an answer, she left the place.

And just as she said, she showed up at his office early in the morning. Her gaze remained like a burning and living flame that had not been extinguished since yesterday. Well, she wouldn't look at him kindly after he had called her a whore.

It was a bit disconcerting how her appearance deterred her attitude. She was wearing a pastel pink dress, and had round doll-like eyes like the baby dolls that his sister Ada wanted when she was a child.

A doll talking about business with a gangster, what a funny and ironic game.

“For a price my father will get your enemies out of the way”

Tommy just listened to her and watched intently. His father could be a very powerful ally or threatening enemy. Apparently he had interests in his business. It was not surprising that high-ranking people were involved in illegal actions for money purposes.

“He might even get rid of Campbell and the people involved in the case.”

“And what does the colonel ask for in return?”

“Thirty percent of the proceeds from the stolen guns”

Tommy chuckles while exhaling the smoke of his cigarette. “Then there is no deal Miss Edwards”

She just looked at him silently for a few moments with thoughtful eyes. “Alright then, I think it's something that can still be negotiable” she got up from her seat “I'll talk to my father and I'll come later then”

Before she could turn around and leave, Tommy spoke again. “Why doesn't he himself come to negotiate instead of-“

”Instead of his whore daughter?” she blurted out in a dry but sarcastic way.

Apparently she didn't let go of how he had addressed her the day before at the pub.

Tommy sighed “I didn’t mean that”

“Yesterday you didn't say that about me Mr. Shelby” It was time to end this meeting, she didn't want to get an empty apology from him. “It's time for me to go now. I'll talk to my father and then I'll meet with you again. I know you would prefer to speak face to face with him, but you will understand that he cannot let them see him with you for the moment until he feels that you are a trustworthy man.”

She headed for the door to leave at once.

“Are you free tonight?”

She was already about to turn the doorknob to get out of his office

“Why do you ask?” She was suspicious of the reason for this unexpected question but she still wanted to hear him say it.

His aura of confidence was still standing, which connoted that he didn't care in the least bit about answering.

“Would you mind if I invite you to dinner?”

He didn't know what he had just gotten himself into.

5 months later

Y/n visited his parents from time to time. Once a month to be more precise. She still wasn't coming back home, after all her name was still being entwined with the suicide of Edward Johnson, the son of general Oscar Johnson.

Father and son participated in the war, and it was expected that they would experience the same effects as the rest of the men who fought against the Germans in the most infamous war that has been seen so far. Nightmares, insomnia, depression and suicidal thoughts were some of the effects caused by this traumatic event.

But despite that, he looked like a man in the prime of his life despite everything that happened. Therefore, it was totally unpredictable to find his lifeless body hanging by his neck with his sheets from the window of his room, not a note, not a last message. A truly scandalous event. Many attributed this act to the trauma generated by the war, after all it was not uncommon for former soldiers to take their own lives after witnessing the massacre that caused the death of many innocent men.

But many others got suspicious about the lovely girl that used to hang at his arm while she smiled at him warmly. Just giving him a piece of her love and affection that he couldn’t really have. She took the broken pieces of a lost and sad man to put them together and just for fun she broke him again, making it ashes and with nothing to repair to form even half of the man that was left. But of course, people could just spout words into the air without any proof, but sometimes some rumors could turn out to be true.

The Edwards were having tea in the living room, it was early fall so it was cold enough to be in the garden “Looks like there was another incident around Small Heath a few months ago,” Colonel Edwards said, emphasizing the pronunciation of incident. It was clear where he wanted to go. “A man hanged himself near the river”

“What do you want to get at with this?” Mrs. Edwards asked. If she didn't, her husband was capable of spinning the whole thing with hints for the rest of the day. This time Mr. Edwards addressed his daughter directly, who was sitting across from them both. “Did you know that man Y/n?”

She seemed unfazed by the question, as if he had only asked her if she wanted the last piece of the pie instead of directly accusing her about the death of a poor factory worker. "Would it change anything if it were?" she lifted her cup to her lips to absorb the tea. That seemed to be more interesting than that question.

Her mother was the one who addressed her this time "Did he leave any note or farewell letter?" Having taken a sip of the tea that was starting to get cold, she finally looked up at her mother. "He didn't leave anything, everyone believes it was a forced suicide, it's not uncommon for people to die in that place every day," she said firmly. Y/n already wanted to forget that topic. Low-class trash that no one would remember was not worth giving importance or attention to.

His father seemed satisfied with her answer. "Good, we don't want it to happen like last time"

"I'm only staying here for three days, you don't need to call" Y/n said as she looked around to make sure prying ears didn't hear who she was talking to.

A serious voice answered on the other end of the line "You didn't call me" there was a brief pause, she assumed that he was expelling the smoke of his cigarette. “You said you would call when you arrived”

"I didn't see it necessary" a lopsided smile formed on her rosy lips "the great Thomas Shelby has important things to do after all"

"I took the day off, so today you are the only matter of importance that I have to attend to."

She laughed lightly "Oh incredible, I am of great importance to the great king of Small Heath, I am flattered."

Despite not having him in front of her, she could visualize his smile generated by her sarcastic comment. "Have I ever made you feel otherwise?"

She let out a small laugh "Of course not, you know that"

It was already night, Y/n and her mother were in the living room by the fireplace while they read. It was already a habit between the two, after dinner they both spent time together before going to sleep while her father spent time in his office.

"You spoke to a man on the phone earlier in the afternoon, didn't you?" Her mother asked, breaking the silence in the room.

"Why do you ask if you already know the answer mother"

She scoffed “I can tell you like him” Y/n lowered her book and looked at her mother with a raised eyebrow. “And he likes you too”

If only she knew that man was smitten, no, enamored with her daughter.

“I doubt that,” she answered. “He is one of the men my dad is getting involved”

The older woman just nodded her head “I see” she closed the magazine she was reading a moment ago “His name is Thomas Shelby isn’t it?”

Y/n looked at her with a surprised face “You were listening” she claimed.

“Just enough darling, his name is getting known all over Birmingham” she turned her gaze to see the burning flame in the fireplace. ”He will go far, I tell you. From what I heard is that he is an ambitious man that will do anything to have what he wants” she returned her knowing gaze to her daughter “Don't get involved with this one”

Y/n gave her a quizzical look “Not this one uh?” She closed his book and put it on the small table next to it.

The woman sighed “You are engaged remember that”

“Dad didn’t mention any of it so far” talking about her engagement wasn’t something that she looked forward to.

“He will soon,” her mother responded. “Just because he sent you away temporarily doesn't mean your marriage plans are no longer in place.” she looked at the unpleasant face of her daughter to sigh again.

"Fuck, Tommy," Y/n moaned, threading her fingers through his hair and guiding his head against her pussy as she grind her hips against his mouth. "Right there." She pants, whimpering quietly when his tongue settles on her clit, rubbing relentlessly. "Just like that,"

But then almost as fast as her release approached he pulled away, standing abruptly.

They looked directly at each other for a brief moment while he quickly rids himself of his pants and underwear, before sliding into her in one thrust.

“You couldn't even wait to get your hands on me, didn’t you?” she hissed at the sweet pain as Tommy leaned over her. Their foreheads touching each other.

Her legs wrap around his waist instinctively, giving him deeper access.

“I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, causing his words to collide with the skin of her neck . “Fuck”

He keeps increasing the pace and they exchange moans, from one mouth to another.

“I’m close” she cried softly of pleasure while trying to hold onto his shoulders and neck as his hips slam onto hers “Tommy I’m close!”

“I know love, I know” he panted.

With a couple more hard thrusts she came around him, her walls clamped around his cock. Tommy grunted against her neck, his movements were fast and rough as he made sure to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible.

She could tell he was close to his release as well, his cock twitching inside of her making her yelp with that delectable feeling. And then with an animalistic groan he came.

Both of them panting heavily, Tommy pulled out and lay down next to her.

“You couldn't even wait to take my clothes off?” she said, looking up at the ceiling trying to regulate her breath.

“You didn’t complain about it” he responded with his husky and raspy voice.

Despite the tiredness and the throbbing between her legs, she got up from the bed to fix her clothes. “I have to go now”

Tommy turned around to look at her while she was fixing her black suspenders. He didn’t even bother to take them off “I want you to stay”

She stopped arranging her dress to look at his blue sapphire eyes “Is that an order or a declaration?”

He smirked “I only well sleep when you stay” he sighed like the words were difficult to slip out of his lips “That’s a declaration”

She smiled lovingly “You really don't know the power of your words Thomas Shelby”

“Dad, I never thought you would call so soon” She had a vague idea why her father had called her only a few weeks after her brief visit. He no longer used to call her as an intermediary for his business. Now he was talking directly to Thomas, so he didn’t need her anymore for that.

“Henry Coventry will arrive in England the next monday” She froze in her place. Y/n didn't know what to say. “It's time for you to return home” He said it without further ado.

He wasn't supposed to arrive after half a year of his trip. Why now?

Henry Coventry, the first male child of the noble Coventry family. The Edwards and the Coventry were always united families. They promised that one day they would get together as one, to assert the surname Edwards to the nobility and the Coventrys to ensure allies in the military. Before being able to consummate this union the young nobleman undertook a trip of several years around different countries. Thanks to that Y/n made her commitment almost nonexistent. For this reason she never took the men who approached him seriously. They were only a temporary distraction for her. She deluded them, making them believe that her heart belonged to them, only to snatch that ilusion in the worst way.

Now this news was a blow to the reality that had crashed deeply in her guts.

This would not end like this. She will not allow it. Her only way out was to get rid of her fiance.

“Give me some time. There are some issues that I must attend to before returning.” she said, trying to sound as firm as possible.

“Alright then” There was a brief silent pause. “It would be best if both of you lived together before the wedding.”

A small lamp gives light to the dark room. Just enough, not too much, to make the pair of lovers hugging naked in bed exposed to the night. The faint light touched her back and part of her arm until it reached her hand placed on his chest. She could feel his beats. He was calm, for now.

Her soft voice shake his being when the calm silence of the night breaks with the least expected words

“I'm gonna get married”

Y/n could feel his heart begin to beat strongly. She was waiting for him to get angry, to demand an explanation in a furius way, but he only stayed still without pronouncing any word.

She passed her fingers through his skin before looking up at him. His eyes had an indescribable look.

“I will come back to London” she whispered “My fiance is waiting for me”

“This is how you do it isn´t it?” His eyes remained perched on hers. “You make them believe that you love them and then feed on their pain just for your pleasure”

She carefully placed her chin on the back of her hand without taking her eyes off him as well

“This engagement wasn't my decision” She expected that at any time he would push her abruptly, but it did not happen. She brought her face to his slightly, until their lips were about to touch. “I always belonged to him”

She began to give him small kisses

“I never belonged to you, I never belonged to myself either.” she said between their lips “I belonged to that man since the beginning.”

He began to correspond to her kisses, being intoxicated by her.

”I don’t want him” she panted in his mouth almost like a plea “I want you” their noses touched “I want to be yours” she made a trail of kisses from his mouth to his chest, stopping at his heart, laying her cheek on him and looking up once again with her enchanting dolly eyes “While he exists I will belong to him”

After making love all night Y/n left Birmingham as if nothing had happened. It was all part of their plan after all. Although Tommy let her go, they would soon be together again.

As her father told her, she moved to one of the properties that belonged to the Coventrys with the man that was supposed to be her future husband.

He was a total gentleman. Very attentive and kind with her, so much that perhaps it gave her a little shame with what would happen with him. Just a little.

The wedding date was already established. It will be in summer, within six months. That gives them enough time to make the execution without any inconvenience.

Or that's what they thought.

After three months Y/n realized that she was pregnant.

“Tommy, it’s me, can you hear me?” She took advantage when Henry left in the afternoon to visit his family to call him without the risk of being heard.

“Yes, I can hear you” hearing her voice makes him feel calm.

She sighed while rocking back and forth her feet “Things turn out to be more complicated that we thought”

The plan was carefully thought to not raise suspicions, so having time was key, but apparently not everything would turn out as expected. “I’m pregnant” she was twirling around the fabric of her imported dress. A gift from her fiance, a purple silk dress.

This changed everything. This changed absolutely everything.Tommy tried to keep his composure to think of the best solution. Now things could go wrong if they get caught.

“We're going to have to rush things up” he pondered, unable to stop the rush of possibilities and chances they still got.

“I can't stand being in here without you Tommy” she complained “I need you” Y/n tried to sound as convincing as possible.

“I need you too” he responded “Be patient, soon it will just us, just us love, think about it”

“Fuck, I don´t want to wait” she whined.

“It will be soon okay?” he responded “I promise…I love you”

She smiled “I love you too”

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Omg i think hopper just died inside

Billy Hargrove x female hopper! reader smut /fluff where the reader is hopper/Joyce’s daughter (Byers /hopper family dynamic) and the reader has been sneaking out at night to get railed by billy. One day hopper is patrolling around lovers lake and the reader and billy are going at it and hopper taps on the window with his flash light telling Hargrove to cut it out but doesn’t know the reader is there, but one day when el, Jonathan, the reader, will, hopper and Joyce are having a family dinner Jonathan keeps poking fun at the reader for spotting her with billy in the hallways at school but she says it’s nothing and they continue with dinner. As they finish up Joyce spots bruises (like hand mark shaped bruises which were ovbvi from billy and hers sexual encounters) on the readers neck and she gets worried that billy may have done something to her so asks her what happened thinking the reader got hurt, and the reader keeps telling her it’s nothing and then hopper walks in and sees the bruises too and starts raising his voice so she tells them that no one hurt her and she explains without exposing and they catch on, and hopper realizes that she was the one with billy that night.

okay so i saw this come in and immediately i was actually excited to do this bc i already see it going in my brain, and technically i have one ahead of this and im so so sorry bc i was not expecting this to take me two whole days to write but omg here you go. this definitely has to be one of the longest ones ive ever written and i definitely want to do a part two bc i think it turned out super super good.

let me know what you think bby !!

warnings: minors do not read. sexual plot, choking, bruising, semi-public sex, almost getting caught, please wear condoms, this is purely for fictional pleasure only! Also fluff, angry parents, sibling dynamic! alot of flabbergasted hopper at the end lmao.

anywhore, i present you:

Part Two

' NOT PARENT FRIENDLY ' billy hargrove x female! reader

Now look, you were a good girl okay? You kept your head down, your grades up, you stayed out of trouble, you did the right things, you were co-captain of the Hawkins High Cheer squad, and you were the best big sister you could be to Eleven, who adores you almost more than she adores eggos. But that didn't mean that you didn't know how to be a bad girl, because believe you me, good girls are just bad girls that haven't been caught. Well, that is until tonight however, or almost anyway.

Your father was working the night shift, policing the now oddly quiet town of Hawkins through the evening and into the early morning hours, and you figured it was the perfect time to sneak out and see your boyfriend who was only your boyfriend in secret, which upset you but god you were addicted to him in ways that you didn't even think were possible to become addicted to someone.

In other words, he had you dick whipped. But even besides that, you had been drawn to him. Sure, he was a dick and a half at all hours of the day when he was around people who weren't you, and you knew that that was just a front because he didnt want to look weak around them, he didnt want them to see him the way his father did. It made your heart hurt for him, but you knew he didnt like to talk too much about it, which is why you hardly ever asked and chose to cherish the moments you had alone with him, where he was sweet and loving, almost dorky even.

Billy Hargrove wasn't what people thought he was, and you just wished you could show that to the world some day, but you couldn't. With a sigh you finish brushing your hair and turn to your little sister with a flourish. "What do you think, El?" You ask, looking at her hopefully. You had done the bare minimum of lip gloss, and had slicked your hair back with some barrettes, hoping you looked cute but still innocent enough, something that always manages to drive Billy crazy.

Eleven laid on her bed, reading a book on her stomach as you primped yourself in your shared mirror. "We're not supposed to leave.." She says, looking at you. "But you look pretty..you always look pretty."

"Sweetie, what dad doesn't know won't hurt him." You says, leaning against the dresser for a moment. You knew you were risking alot, you'd never been on your father's bad side before and sure enough this would be the thing that would put you there, but you were willing to risk it, in your teenaged brain it was completely worth the wrath of your father if you got caught. "Can you keep a secret for me?" You ask, just as a car honks from outside. You perk up, that was Billy. You had called him half an hour ago and as usual, he was punctual. "Please, El? I don't get to see him any other time.."

El nods, just as Billy honks a second time and you squeal, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before running through the dark living room and out of the front door.

"About damn ti-" You cut him off mid sentence, giving him a nice long kiss, your hand in his hair. You pull away from him, noticing the slightly dazed look on his face. "What was that for?" He asks, reversing out of the driveway.

You shrug, buckling your seatbelt. "I missed you." Is all you say, giving him a small, happy smile. He says nothing, but places his hand over your thigh, giving it a nice squeeze with his large, warm hands.

Billy wasn't a sweetheart by any means, but he did have is sweet moments, and one of them seemed to have been tonight. He decided that he'd take you on a little dinner date and brought you to your favorite pizza parlor, where he even ordered your favorite pizza for you while you went to the restroom because even though he hated to admit it, he really did know you that well.

You sat across from him, gabbing on about how your day had gone, telling him about how you wanted to sucker punch your co-captain after she had been mean to some of the newer girls on the team, you really hated her some times. He sat and he listened, something that you absolutely loved because you knew that he was actually listening. You looked at him for a moment, your face flushing. "Im sorry, I'm talking to much..you could've just told me to shut up."

Billy looks at you, a small smile on his face. God, he really did like you more than he had planned to. "Nah baby, I love it when you tell me about your day." He says, his voice soft. Billy wasn't usually this quiet of a person, he always has something to say so you knew that something must have been bothering him. The bruise forming on his jawline told you that he must have gotten into it with his dad before he came to get you, it was small, and if you didn't know his face so we'll, you wouldn't have noticed it. "What?"

You shake your head, knowing that he didnt care to talk about his home life, and you didn't like to pry, but you wished you knew how to help in some other way beside getting your dad involved.

"You ready?" He asks, grabbing his leather coat off the chair next to him before grabbing your hand. He has been craving your embrace all day, and he had been looking forward to your call all night.

You nod, following him to the car.

You loved your nights with Billy, infact, some days you even craved them, though you often worried that he used your time together as a way to get his frustrations out about what went on at home, his anger at his dad being vented out during your sexual encounters.

You didnt stop him, you didn't mind the pain, hell it actually made your orgasm all the more better and tonight was no different, though he was alot rougher than he had ever been before.

Once you had gotten to lovers lake he had wasted no time in pushing you to the back seat, giving your ass a smack as you climbed between the front seats, your ass on full display for him.

He was on you in seconds, his mouth kissing yours roughly, his hands gripping you tightly. You pushed his clothes out os the way as easily as you could, your legs spread around him as you pushed his jeans down past his hips, his beautifully thick cock springing free from it's confounds.

You hum appreciatively at the sight, looking up at him as you wrap your hand around it, giving it a nice long stroke. He grinds his hips up into your hand, enjoying the feeling of you touching him. He groaned, his kiss moving from your lips to your jaw line, and down your neck, slowly rising your shirt above your bra as he lets his hands cup one of your breasts, kneading it gently with his fingers. You buck your hips up, rubbing against him at the contact.

You could tell that he was trying to be gentle, sweet even, and you loved the gesture but you knew what he needed, you let go of his cock, taking his face in your hands. He looks at you quizzically, worried almost. You brush your thumb over the still forming bruise, that's harder to see in the dark of his car, and you meet his eyes.

"Fuck me, Billy..whatever you need to do, however you want me..please, baby.." He closes his eyes, a long breath coming from his nostrils.

He opens them again, his hand going up to your hair, running his hand over the top of your head. He knew exactly what you meant, and honestly, without even knowing it, in that moment he had completely fallen head over heels in love with you, because how could he not when you're the only person that had ever seen through him like that? "Are you sure baby? What if I hurt you?" He asks, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to stop, that maybe you wouldnt want him anymore afterwards.

You shake your head, giving him a small smile. "You won't, Billy.." You says, giving his face a light squeeze between your hands. He nods once, his lips lingering over yours in a gentle kiss almost as if to say thank you.

You definitely didn't regret your choice in the moment, and god you were on your way to your third orgasm, his hips snapping into your pelvic bone almost meanly at this point, your leg cocked over his shoulder, damn near unable to breathe with the way he was applying pressure to your neck with both hands, you just knew his fingers were sure to leave lingering marks and fuck if the idea didn't turn you on farther.

You knew he was getting closer to his orgasm because the meaner he got, the harder he choked, the deeper he fucked you and the louder you got, was usually his tell that he was about to fucking explode.

"Good fucking girl, y/n, good fucking girl letting me fuck you so meanly." He grunts out, his hands still gripping your throat, fuck if he wasn't turned on farther by the fucking dumb little blissful smile you wore on your perfectly plump lips in that moment, or by how red and flushed your face was as you stared up at him. He wondered if he had finally fucked your brain to mush. "Such a pretty little whore taking my cock like it's nothi-" The sound of something knocking on the passenger side window interrupted the two of you and Billy stopped immediately.

"It's almost midnight, Hargrove, cut it out and take the poor girl home." You hear your father's voice call from outside, your eyes going wide. Billy is smart enough to cover you with his body, incase the chief happens to look inside. You give a squeak of fear, wondering if the two of you had been officially caught. You bury your face in his chest, squeezing his biceps in the hopes that your father wouldn't recognize your hair if he happened to look inside. He knocks on the window again, and it sounds like he's using his flashlight, you can see the beam cutting through the rear window. "Zip it up Billy, I'm not playing."

"Yes chief, I understand.." He calls back, trying hard to make sure you stay covered. "Do you mind like, going back to your car though, no need to watch us get dressed, Sir.". Your dad lingers for a second, but you hear his footsteps start to walk away, crunching on the gravel that littered the ground.

"Holy fuck that was close, Billy." You breathe, your legs shaking in fear, or maybe adrenaline. You really weren't sure which. Billy moves off of you, pulling out of you. You can't help the whine that escapes your throat at the feeling, already craving him all over again.

"Oh trust me baby, we aren't finished with this yet.." He says, giving you a cocky smirk as he buttons his shirr before stuffing his cock back into his pants.

You struggle with your shirt, still weak from the fear and from your two orgasms that has honestly rocked your fucking world. He looks at you, almost cheesily smiling at you. He loved it when he made you weak like that, he loved being able to shower you with aftercare, something he'd never wanted to do with someone before. "Here baby.." He says, pulling you closer to him. He helps you with your bra, and your shirt before helping you pull your skirt back down your body. When he's done he gives you a sweet, gentle kiss before helping push you back to the front seat.

"Thank you, Billy.." You say, settling into your seat. You watch him climb back over, settling into the front seat. You shiver a little, it had gotten cold by the lake and without the warmth of his body you were quickly chilled. Without a word he reaches behind you and grabs his jacket from the back, wrapping it over your shoulders.

He drives almost wordlessly, only talking to ask if you're okay, and thankfully you make it home quickly. He pulls info the driveway, and stops. You turn to him. "Im sorry our night was ruined.." you says, feeling horrible. You should have thought more before you told him to go to the lake, you had forgotten that your father was out patrolling tonight.

Billy shrugs, looking at you. "I had a great time, baby.." He says, leaning back in his seat. He watched you, taking in your beauty for a moment, a smile on his face. "maybe that's not the way I wanted it to end, but it wasn't ruined."

You smile, look away awkwardly. "You know, we wouldn't have to sneak around like this if you would just let me tell him about us.."

Billy sighs, he knew that you hated that your entire relationship was a secret, but god he was terrified that your dad wouldn't let him see you again, or that your friends would find out and convince you that he wasn't good enough for you. "I told you baby, I'm not parent friendly.." He says, he sees your face fall, if only for a second before you gather yourself up again.

You give him a smile, leaning over to kiss him gently. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby." You say, although really want to scream how much you love him as you get out of the car.

Eleven is waiting for you inside, her eyes go wide at the sight of the large leather jacket around your shoulders. "Dad's going to ask questions when he sees that." She says, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in fear. You take the coat off immediately, completely forgetting that it was on your shoulders. "And that! Are those his finger prints?"

The next morning went by as smoothly as it could have, you covered what you could of Billy's fingerprints on your neck, although most of the time was spent staring at them almost longingly. He'd left marks before but he'd never left bruises, you hadnt even realized he had been choking you that hard last night.

What couldn't cover in concealer and bronzer, you covered with a turtlenecked long sleeve shirt, it was chilly enough out that morning that you could get by with it without being asked too many questions. You threw on a pair of jeans and your favorite pair of shoes, making sure to stuff his coat into your bag before heading out of your room just in time for a car to honk out front.

You give your dad a brief kiss as El scrambles to get her things, he was leaning against the kitchen counter sipping his morning coffee. "See you for dinner dad, let's go El!"

Jonathan waited for you in the driveway, and smiles when he sees you. "It's a little extreme for turtlenecks, don't you think, Y/N?" He asks as you slip into the front seat, El getting into the back with Will.

Ever since your dad has started seeing Joyce, you and Jonathan had become close, you'd consider him a close friend, and you kind of wished you could ask him for advice about your relationship but you knew he wouldn't keep the secret, he would take it straight to your dad.

"Shut up, it's totally cold enough!" You say, looking at him weirdly as he pulls out of the driveway and heads towards the schools.

It doesn't take long before you're there, and once he's parked you get out of the car immediately, on your way to search for Billy, ignoring Jonathan shouting something after you.

The halls are filled with Hawkins High students, most of which know you. You give them all your best peppy smile, even throwing in a wave to a few of them, you loved being a cheerleader but sometimes it was exhausting having to smile so much, especially when half of the student population never expected to see you in anything but a happy mood.

You find Billy at his locker, which wasn't too far from Jonathan's. "You forgot this, Hargrove." You say, pulling his coat out of your bag, hoping that nobody would take it the wrong way since he still didn't want people knowing about you guys yet.

Billy turns, surprised to hear your voice, he looked you up and down, amused look coming across his face. You tried not to stare at the bruise under his jaw, it was darker than it had been last night. "It's still a bit warm out for a turtleneck, isn't it baby?" He asks quietly, leaning on the locker door slightly. He smirks as your face turns red, you hold his coat out for him. He pushes your arm back to your chest, you furrow your eyebrows at him.

"Keep it, i like the way you look in it." He says, a soft smile on his face as your face turns redder. You notice someone stop just for a moment as they pass. He had thought about it all night, trying not to notice the look of hurt cross your face when he had reminded you that he didn't want people to know about you guys being together. He was afraid of what would happen if people knew, but he was even more afraid of losing you by making you feel like he was ashamed of people finding out, and he could tell by the look on your face that that was beginning to happen. Besides, he was tired of fucking you in his car, he wanted to take you out on actual dates, and go to all of your football games to watch you cheer, he wanted to sneak into your room late at night like a normal person, and even though it terrified him, he wanted to meet your father like a man, not someone that's been fucking his daughter in the back of his car almost every night. "Besides, it'll keep that Byers boy off your back, I hear he likes to steal people's girls away." He sent a look to Jonathan, who was open mouthed staring at the two of you from his locker, Nancy by his side.

You roll your eyes at him, holding his coat to your chest, breathing in his cologne slightly. You loved the way he smelled, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't sleep with it in your bed last night. "Jonathan is a good friend, he's like my brother now that my dad is dating his mom." You say, but you understood what he was saying without actually saying the words. You honestly couldn't have been more excited, you were practically vibrating in your shoes. "Are you sure?" You whisper, cocking your head at him quizzically. You didn't want him to feel like you were pushing him.

Billy rolls his eyes at you, he hated that you were so selfless sometimes, willing to living so unhappily just so he could be comfortable, but it was also one of the things he loved most about you. "Come here, I miss you." He says, hooking his finger into the collar is the turtleneck to pull you closer. He pulls you in for a sweet, gentle kiss, knowing that almost everyone in the hallways had turned to stare at the two of you. He pulls away, finger still in your turtleneck but pulled down a little. He sees the bruises and his eyes go wide, face paling. "Oh shit, baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.." He whispers, pulling the shirt back up so no one would see. "Why didn't you tell me to stop if I was doing it that hard?" He asks, closing his locker to walk you to yours.

You blush some more, smiling up at him. "Because it didn't hurt that bad, I liked it." You say, deciding to put his jacket on as you walked, making him hold your bag so you could. You actually were cold though, despite everyone's teasing. "I'll have to skip cheer though, I have to wear my hair up..or just put my uniform over my shirt, we do that in the winter anyway..I just didn't think to pack my uniform turtleneck."

The day at school was awkward, and after waiting at Billy's car for Jonathan and the kids to get out, you gave him a deep, longing kiss good bye, damn near spitting out an i love you when Jonathan started honking his horn at you. "I'll call you later!"

You run to his car, climbing into the passenger seat, smiling at Will and El in the back. "Family dinner right? Im starving." You say, situating yourself. You notice Jonathan hasn't started driving the car and you turn to look at him only to find him already looking at you. "What?"

"Billy Hargrove?" He asks, a little unbelieving. "Billy Freaking Hargrove is who you've been sneaking out at night to see?" Okay so you had told him that you'd been seeing someone, just not who you'd been seeing. "Your dad is going to flip his lid, i think he might actually shit bricks when he finds out, y/n."

"I'll handle my dad, Jonathan." You say, looking at him pointedly. "I wasn't planning on telling him tonight, I need to butter him up first." You purse your lips, thinking. You figured you'd have to play a card that you hadn't played in a long time, daddy's little princess. "So, that being said, leave Billy alone he's a sweetheart on the inside, he's just a little rough on the edges."

You ignore Jonathan's scoff and stay silent the rest of the ride, happily getting out once you reach the Byers' house. You could already smell the food cooking and your mouth watered, your stomach growling in response. "God i love it when Joyce cooks." You say, walking into the house.

You make your way to the kitchen, setting your bag down by the kitchen table. "Hey," You say giving the woman a side hug from where she stands at the stove. "Ooh is that my favorite?" You ask, she leans s against you, happy smile on your face.

"It certainly is, how was your day?" She asks, and you grin. You planned on telling her about everything later, she had definitely become like a mom to you and you wouldn't mind the advice you knew she could give. "Oh? What's that grin for?"

"I'll tell you later." You say, going towards the living room, giving her a wink. She just chuckles and turns back to the stove.

You play with El and Will for a couple of hours, different board games coming and going, Will joined in on a few as well, the two of you often made it too intense with your sibling rivalry. You were just about to beat him in candy land when your father walked in.

You jump up immediately and head to him. "Hey dad, how was your day?" You ask, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You didn't notice the look that Jonathan, Will and Eleven all shared with each other or the one that your father gave you.

"Uneventful, thank god." He says, patting the top of your head with one of his beefy hands. "Smells good in here, Joyce!"

It wasn't long before you all sat down for dinner together, you and Jonathan had even helped set the table, you sat across from him, next to Will as everyone started digging in.

The table was quiet for a while, until Joyce decided to make conversation. "So, how was everyone's day?" She asks, looking around the table before landing on you. "Y/N, you seemed like you had a good day.."

You notice Jonathan's shit eating smirk and you glare at him, trying to silently tell him to keep his mouth shut. He stares directly at you as he speaks. "Oh she definitely did, you seemed awful cozy with that Billy Hargrove in the hallways this morning, you were giving him back his coat rig-ow!" You kick him harshly under the table, your strong legs making rough contact with his shins.

"Oh?" Joyce asks, eyebrows furrowed. You notice your dad turn to look at you as well. "He gave you his coat? That's sweet."

You shake your head, your cheeks flushing. "It was nothing really, we did a project together the other day after school and I got cold so he gave it to me, I was just giving it back is all." You say, going back to your food. Jonathan makes a noise and you kick him under the table again, making the silverware shake.

"You sure it was nothing?" Your father asks, looking over you with those quizical eyes that always seem to know everything is a lie. You just nod at him, a mouth of food.

Your father doesn't say anything else, and neither does Jonathan. You decide to help Joyce after dinner, and start helping her wash the dishes. It's warm in the room, and subconsciously you pull at the neck of your shirt trying to give yourself some air, not realizing that Billy's fingerprints were on full display like that.

Joyce is mid sentence, talking about something that you weren't particularly playing attention to, and she stops abruptly, looking at your neck. You quickly snap the turtle neck back into place and excuse yourself to go use the bathroom.

You run down the hall, wondering how much of it she had seen. How the fuck were you supposed to explain that?

"Shit!" You hiss, turning in the bathroom sink so no one would hear you. You calm your nerves, and after a few moments you decide to go back out and act like nothing had happened. As soon as you step out of the bathroom you're dragged across the hall to her room and tossed in, the door closing behind you. "What the hell, Joyce?"

She flips the light on, looking at your worriedly. "Y/N, why are there fingerprints on your neck?" She asks, walking towards you. You sit on the bed, you knew you were screwed. You feel her fingers play with the collar is the shirt for a moment, almost as if she was scared to see it before pulling it down all the way rolling it so it would stay put. "Jesus Christ, these are from both hands..who did this to you? Was it that Billy that Jonathan was talking about? Jim! Jim come to the bedroom!" She yells, you try to stop her, but he's already in the room before it's too late, thinking something had happened.

"What?" He asks, looking around for danger. His eyes land on you and they go wide. "What the fuck, y/n,?! Who the hell hurt you like that? Im going to kill that fucking Hargrove boy-" He says already making his mind up about the situation.

He turns to leave and panicked you tell him to stop. "Daddy, stop!" You say, standing up from the bed. "Nobody hurt me, especially not Billy, he wouldn't ever do that okay?" You say, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of your father going to beat the shit out of him, you knew Billy wouldn't stand a chance.

Jim and Joyce share a look. "What do you mean?" He asks, taking his hand off of the doorknob. He was trying very hard not to be confused by your words.

You look at him, at both of them, your mouth opening and closing as you try to find the right words to say without embarrassing everyone in the moment. "I, um..gee how do i say this.." You say to yourself, looking down at the floor before taking a deep breath and giving both adults a sheepish sort of look. "I..well, to be quite frank, i liked it, okay?"

Both of them were completely confused for a moment, and it seemed to click with Joyce quickly. "Oh..oh.. alrighty then that's..more than I needed to know." She says, fidgeting awkwardly with her close as she tried not to look you in the eye, she didn't actually think that that would ever come out of your mouth.

Your father was taking a little longer, but you could see the wheels turning in his brain as his eyes start to widen. Suddenly he's pointing at you, one hand covering his mouth in shock, fear? maybe disgust? You couldn't quite tell. "Oh my god that was you last night.." He says, the realization finally coming full circle. "What the fuck were you doing out of the house?" He asks before his eyes wide farther. "What the fuck were you doing in the back of Billy Hargrove's car?! Oh Jesus don't actually answer it!" He says when he sees your mouth open. He slides a hand over his face, looking at Joyce almost panickedly, you can see his chest rising and falling almost rapidly, you wondered if he was hyperventilating. "I..I need to sit." He mutters, sinking onto the bed. Joyce takes the spot next to him, and you decide that now is probably a good time to go.

You sneak out of the room quietly and back down the hallway. Everyone is gathered in the living room and then to stare at you. "I think I broke our parents.." You say, not noticing Jonathan's wide eyes, you had forgotten to roll your shirt back up. "It's not what you think!"

Business as Usual

Based of this. Ceo!Kiyoomi x Reader

cw: fluff. smut. breeding. oral sex (f!receiving). reader is an aspiring actress. reader is a foreigner but it isn’t specified from where. ceo!kiyoomi’s most recent business venture is building and opening a museum. probably for tax reasons lmao. misogyny (not by kiyoomi). Kiyoomi’s implied to have issues with his father. men talking business 😫. joke talk of killing.

wc: 3.5k

Ahh, something sweet would be nice…

Kiyoomi’s already squeezing grooves into the back of your thighs before you can formally acknowledge him. “I have a case of chuppets in the freezer you can go at.”

Your gasp is muffled by the floor, half turned from where your bottom half is lazily propped up on the edge of the bed. “You do?”

“You like the strawberry kind, right?” You nod as his fingers creep toward the crotch of your panties. “They’re all yours.”

He can feel the area carpet vibrate from where your groan seeps in appreciatively. “You’re a god, Omi!”

The squeak you let out is pitched as he lands a hard smack on one of your cheeks.

“I gotta meet a couple of investors for lunch so I’m leaving one of my cards for you to order whatever you want from home.” Kiyoomi pulls you apart until your lips part from under your underwear, glistening for him like they should. “But I’ll be back before it gets too late.”

You sway your hips as he pulls your panties to the side, already rubbing tentative circles. “You’re still pretty wet from earlier,” And you can’t help but whine as he pushes two of his fingers inside. “How long do you think you can stay in this position?”

Your eyes nearly cross when he crooks his fingers. “Ah, as long as you need me to.”

His suit pants hiss against the bed sheets as he climbs in behind you, hands still firmly gripping onto your ass cheeks as he positions himself on the bed.

“I got twenty minutes before I need to be walking out the door.” Kiyoomi’s breath is hot against your bare cunt. “So, I’ll try to make this fast-“

The lewd squelching of his tongue parting you from the back would be enough to make you shiver if not for the way he laves you up. Scouring your hole with his hot tongue and groaning at the taste of you, pressing forward to dig himself deeper.

“F…Fffuck! Omi…!”

He’s insatiable as he digs you out with his tongue, lewd as he guides your hips up to tongue at your clit. The depravity at which he slurps you up is so unabashed that you’re already tensing up for an orgasm, and reaching back when he props you up with his hands; zeroing in on your clit to get you to cum in his mouth.

You must’ve already been too riled up from his treatment earlier this morning, it doesn’t take long till you’re nearly sobbing against the floor. Calling for him as he guides you into an orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m-… m’ cumming, Omi!” You pant. “m’cumming! m’cumming!”

The way he grunts into you has another shock wave zipping through the bend in your spine. “Mhm..”

You’re reaching back to push him away when the feeling starts to become overstimulating, but he’s already up on his knees again. Already pulled out of his pants and hungrily lining himself up with your clenching hole.

Kiyoomi doesn’t give you any time to prepare, he’s shoving himself in between breaths and making you choke on your tongue.

He hisses through his teeth. “Oh fuck.” He braces his hands on your sides and starts his pace. “….Oh my god. Fuck.”

Your fingers dig thin miscolorings into the carpet as his thrust knocks the wind out of your lungs. Whining out when he dumps most of his weight on your back and starts grinding in as deep as he’ll go.

He’s in your stomach. “Mhf… angel..” He presses his lips into your shoulder. “You feel so fucking good for me, baby.”

God, the sounds you’re making under him has his eyes rolling back in his head, let alone how you’ve already started milking him for all he’s worth. He could never get sick of this perfect little pussy. His perfect little pussy. So hot and tight and made just for him. He doesn’t even know how he’s gotten this far without it. Especially when he knows how to press all those perfect little buttons on the inside to make you squeal for him.

Kiyoomi supports himself on his arms again to tweak his angle, balls clenching when you start to whine out so prettily. “Kiiiiyomi!”

You reach back so suddenly to push against his button up that he has to pin your arms down to keep you from running away from it. “….s’okay baby you can take it.” He pounds in a few particularly forceful thrusts that turn your whines into hiccuping sobs. “Fuck. Look at you such a…. Good girl for me. Good fucking girl.”

He has to hold himself back from cumming too quickly when you start to clench up. “Omi! Omi! Omi!” You’re shrill. “s’good, Omi! ….m’cumming, Omi! ….I love you, Omi!”

“Oh fuck.. Fucking shiiit!”

You’re already milking him empty when you start to cum. Hiccuping at the way you clench around his hot seed as his thrusts deepen and he fucks you like he’s trying to get it to take. Even reaches into your panties to rub coaxing circles into your sensitive clit just to prolong your orgasm. Grinding himself in until he's certain he’s painted your insides with his spend, and even then he still keeps at it.

He’s still rocking into you when your sobs turn into overstimulated mewls, hot tears making puddles into the carpet.

Kiyoomi lazes a few hot kisses into your inner neck as he softly collides his head with yours. “Mh, I love you too, angel.” He breathes. “So much.”

“You mean it, Omi?” He’s the luckiest man alive.

He finally lets himself fall limp as he peppers a few chaste kisses over your ears. “More than anything.”

He’s never letting you go.

•••••••

There’s a less than usual air of ease around him when he greets Yukko and his associate Kanon.

So much so that the former of the pair lets out a relieved breath as he shakes hands with the young tycoon - and sees he doesn’t revile at the extended contact.

“Sakusa-san,” Yukko bows. “You look better than new.”

Sakusa bows back manneredly. “Appreciated, Yukko-san.”

—-

Sakusa folds his napkin over his lap as they wait for the drinks.

“We’re avid supporters of freedom of choice, the two of us.” Yukko fixes himself in his seat. “It’s a human right.”

Kanon nods. “And your speech on autonomy and liberation at the Kenshin’s banquet really stood out to us. It’s so reassuring to see you setting a standard for this newer generation and putting yourself out there as someone who stands with the people.” He presses. “Very few young men with your upbringing can say that they’re brave enough to do the same-“

“Educated enough, even.” Yukko finishes.

Sakusa pulls his seat closer to his chair. “You don’t have to praise me for something like that. It should be a given.” He hums cooly. As if the speech wasn’t written by his foreigner girlfriend the night before, beat into his head and recited in his ear even as he said it. Not that he doesn’t agree with the message though. “We’re the few people fortunate enough to have a voice when it comes to these things - we should exercise it whenever we get the chance.”

“You’re exactly right!” Yukko waves his finger at him. “There are so very few people like us - like you - who have a seat at the table. And so little of the seats go to someone who means any good with it.”

“Which is why we wanna invest in The International Institution of Innovation,” Kanon adds. “And why we would like to suggest an exhibit to accompany our investment,”

Sakusa nods as they continue. “Japan’s history as - a lot of the world’s history - is ballasted and rewritten with elitist biases in mind. So many little people who’ve done big things, cultural things, buried by mediocrity or the praises of people who lived their entire lives being praised. Worse, having the things they spent their entire lives dedicated to, miscredited to some rich guy who didn’t lift a finger.”

“Our people have worked with a few of the families of these people. There’s a-“ Yukko taps a few keys into his laptop before turning it in Sakusa’s direction. “A few small museums of our own we’ve built in Portugal, Brazil, we have one in an American city you’ve most likely heard of as Las Vegas.”

He reaches over to quietly slide through the pictures. And Kanon huffs a bit in disbelief. - Whoever said this guy was a pain to work with obviously must’ve bumped into the wrong guy. “They’ve garnered a lot of attention in the respective areas. A lot of what they call “Left wing movements” in the United States cite it a lot when referring to landmarks in the state.” Yukko says.

And landmarks they are. If this is what they call small then he must work in a shoebox?

“You haven’t considered opening one up in Japan until now?” Sakusa furrows.

“You know the climate in the world right now.” Kanon sighs. “With the rise of crime, certain political tensions,” There’s a familiar pattern of vibrations that ring off in his pocket, he reaches for it instinctively. “We didn't wanna risk building one in the current political climate and having it destroyed by opening.”

Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “So building an exhibit in my museum is more cost effective.” And he’s not afraid to look as unimpressed as he is. “You know, on the off chance that my museum gets destroyed in this current political climate.”

Well, it’s not like you wouldn’t be able to afford it. “Well, we’re more than willing to do our part on the expenses if something like that were to occur.” We’ll pay what we lose and dip. “And our investment excludes what we’ll pay to build the exhibition.”

“You’re paying to have your names on a plaque.”

Yukko chuckles somewhat. “In short terms, yes.”

Sakusa fishes his phone out of his pocket as their server approaches. “In long terms?”

Kanon slides him the check.

Yup. Sakusa grazes his thumb against that familiar strip of press. Those are some pretty long terms.

“Are we ready to order?”

Sakusa checks his messages as the two men speak before him.

Angel: i hope ur having a good lunch!! i got u a sooprise <3

Kiyoomi: It’s alright. I wish I was home with you more than anything.

Kiyoomi: A sooprise? Now I’m excited.

Angel: i wish you were here too :( i can’t wait till ur back so i can give you a kiss on the forehead

Angel: i hope u like it!! i know u haven’t had it in a while

Kiyoomi: I haven’t had it in a while? What’s something I haven’t had in a while?

Kiyoomi: Oh! Are we talking about the last time you sat on my face?

Angel: we are not, my love. but good guess

My love. He smiles.

“What about you, Sakusa-san?”

Sakusa glances at the server before looking off for a moment, answering curtly. “Okaki, please.”

He nods. “Alright! And anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

He leaves with a bow.

Sakusa inhales deeply as he sits his phone on the table. Picking up the check and holding it before glancing at the two sitting before him. “You two are very generous.”

Yukko raises an eyebrow. “Is there a ‘but’ coming?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’d like to add your exhibit to my museum.”

The two men both let out a collective sigh of relief. Now that the richest twenty-six year old in all of Asia has agreed to have their names engraved next to his on a project like this. - Even if it did cost them an arm and a leg. You know, from the stories they’ve heard, they were expecting to leave with their tails between their legs after offering to impede on a project orchestrated by the most “Pragmatic Rich Kid in the country.” But he’s… surprisingly personable. Even without mention of the sheer intimidation he exudes.

He’s certainly nothing like his father.

“That’s amazing to hear, Sakusa-san. We’re honored.” Kanon sighs.

Yukko nods. “And trust, you will be involved in every part of the construction process. We want to be as transparent as possible when installing this exhibit.”

“Do you have any blueprints drawn up?”

Yukko hums excitedly as he pulls his laptop toward him again, tapping loudly as he searches for the file. “We do!”

Sakusa patiently waits as he fishes through his laptop, glancing at the server as he comes back with their food.

His phone buzzes across the table.

Angel: You better be eating more than Okaki!

He visibly blushes.

Kanon furrows at the expression of the young billionaire in front of him as his associate busies himself with his laptop, following his eyes toward his phone.

Disregarding the text from his girlfriend?! He gasps at the picture on his lock screen.

“Is that _____?” Kanon asks. “Oh god she’s so talented!”

Sakusa nods a little abashedly as he reaches for his phone. “Are you a fan?”

“My daughters love her. Oh well, my sons do too but not in the way my daughters do - If you know what I mean.” He laughs as Sakusa’s back straightens. He knows his sons, knows they’re about his age if not a little older. Knows he might have to have a talk with them one day too.

“We saw her just recently at the Blue Ribbon Awards. Can you believe she won?” Yeah, after watching you work yourself to the bone just to come back with so little to show for it. “I for sure thought Tomomi Minoru would’ve had it.”

I’m sure you haven't heard that a million times.

“But who wouldn’t take it a little easy on a woman like that?”

Or that.

It’s nearly painful how much Sakusa’s trying to keep himself from outwardly scowling. Especially when Kanon starts to open his mouth again, familiar hearts in eyes most men seem to adopt when they’re drooling over the woman he’s in love with. “I’ve gotta be what - twice her age maybe. But we’re all men here? The woman’s a doll. Talk about lucky work. Especially for a foreigner.”

Oh yep, he’s scowling. “I wonder what she looks like in person.” Yukko asks absently. “You think she’s as pretty as she is on T.V. or do you think it’s the make-up they usually cake on there…”

“She’s breathtaking.” Sakusa says flatly.

Kanon tilts his head as Yukko glances over. “You’re kidding? You’ve seen her in person?”

“Yep.”

“Well, I mean,” Yukko sits his laptop back on the table as he reaches for his drink, wincing as he sips. “Sakusa-san’s Sakusa-san. He’s most definitely got the funds.”

“Ohhh. Did you book her?” Kanon chuckles a little slimily. And the connotations of that are clear. So much so that Yukko rolls his eyes when he nudges him. “She’s just old enough for someone your age, right? Still young but not too young.”

Sakusa inhales.

“No. I don’t have to book her.” He admits tightly. “Since we sleep in the same bed.”

The two men freeze in place.

Kanon opens his mouth for a long silent moment until he’s pushing out his breath in little clips of his voice. “O-Oh… You two are-“ Sakusa nods. “Oh! Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry-“

“I hear it all the time.”

“Yeah but it’s still not good that I said it!” Kanon glances at a frantic Yukko.

“We didn’t mean to come off so disrespectfully!” Yukko flushes.

Sakusa shakes his head. “The blueprints.”

“W-What?”

“Show me the blueprints.” He gestures to the laptop.

Yukko clumsily turns it in his direction.

•••••

He’s barely through the door when you’ve already found your place in his arms. And he melts over you like butter, you let yourself be wholly suffocated by him.

You’re warm as you hum into his chest. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, angel.”

“How was lunch with your investors?”

Kiyoomi exhales as you stand on your toes to help him out of his suit jacket, conditioned draft in the air scented by that new conditioner he likes seep into his nose and turn his brain into mush. “It was… lunch with my investors.”

He bends himself nearly in half to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. “They wanna build an exhibit in my museum ‘cause they don’t wanna risk building their own and having some terrorist take it down.”

Your tone is so mirrored to his from earlier that it evokes a chuckle. “So they’ll risk yours?”

“Mhm.”

You mumble something sour into his shoulder. Lucky him he’s well versed enough in your native tongue to understand the phrase “Assholes.”

Kiyoomi kisses hot spots behind your ear. “They’re fans by the way.” He grimaces a little sourly into your neck. “Big fans.”

“Hm? I came up?”

He hums. “Kanon saw your picture on my lockscreen and proceeded to shove his foot in his mouth.” Kiyoomi breathes in a long whiff of you before blowing out temperedly. “Was under the impression that you did bookings.”

You chuff airly as you rub up and down the expanse of his arms consolingly. It doesn't really phase you to be slobbered over by men anymore, hasn’t really since your debut back as a fresh faced eighteen year old. But Omi’s still really new and unkind to the rubbernecking that includes being associated with a woman like you, let alone to love you.

“Bookings, huh?” You snicker as he nods his head silently. “I mean… to his credit I have put on a show for you once or twice.”

He scoffs before pressing one last firm kiss into the crook of your neck and standing up to his height again, pinching your cheek as he starts for the rest of the penthouse. “Yeah, but those are for my eyes only. - And they’ll stay that way.”

Kiyoomi sets his things on the marble of the lounge room table with a sigh. He’s been working nearly every day since the construction of his museum finally came into fruition and he couldn’t feel any less drained from it. Decent contractors have become harder and harder to find in this new age of impermanence and variability, and everybody who’s anybody seems to have their own two cents about his choice of structure or how they could be a part of it somehow. If he were a less honorable man - or a more unsavory man much like one he knows so particularly, he would’ve hired any three star contractor who could draw a decent circle, put all his focus into charming investors, and underpaid his workers just to save a few extra pennies. But he isn’t that. And a businessman like him prefers to be as close to the business as possible; wants to see his efforts turn out the way they’re supposed to.

He pouts a little to himself. But he also wants to spend time with his baby too.

“I’m gonna be beating them off with a stick for the rest of my life, aren’t I?” He exhales. “Is that the price I pay for loving a beautiful woman?”

You press a light kiss into his bicep as you glide for the direction of the kitchen. “Like you didn’t make the cover of Vanity Japan’s Handsome and Wealthy this spring.” You poke. “I’ll have to start burning incense before I visit you at work just so I don’t catch the evil eye from any of your female employees.”

He chuckles a little tiredly as he trails behind. “You’ll be fine in any case. Not like I didn’t start growing Aak the minute we made it official.”

“Very funny.”

“I know right-“ He sniffs.

His mouth immediately starts to water.

“Did you…?” Kiyoomi glances at the plates laid out on the kitchen counter. “Cook?”

You smile brightly. “Sooprise!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to respond.

It smells… heavenly. Like freshly cut ingredients and even spices, pervading the air so warmly that his skin prickles before settling comfortably under his button up and he’s nearly inclined to openly salivate at just the smell of it.

You fish a spoon out of a pot near the stove, scooping the contents of it carefully into a bowl. “I know how long it’s been since you’ve had a home cooked meal and you’ve seemed so stressed lately.” You lean into him when you feel his chest press against your back, reaching up to caress his jaw as his arms fasten themselves tightly around your waist. “So I bought a few groceries instead of takeout and made something from home!”

You can’t help but grin when he starts to dig his nose into the crook of your neck again. “I hope you like the surprise.”

“If you ever leave me I’ll kill us both.”

You guffaw wholeheartedly.

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