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𝓟airing : yelena belova x wife! reader

wife! yelena who steals your oversized sweaters and then accuses you of stealing them back.

wife! yelena who complains about public displays of affection but absentmindedly reaches for your hand every single time you walk together.

wife! yelena who always eats half your food after insisting she wasn’t hungry.

wife! yelena who has absolutely no shame in stealing your fries while maintaining direct eye contact.

wife! yelena who refuses to admit she’s worried until she’s already texted you three times asking where you are.

wife! yelena who dramatically flops across your lap after a long mission because you’re officially her favorite place to rest.

wife! yelena who quietly checks every exit whenever you go somewhere new before relaxing enough to enjoy herself.

wife! yelena who complains the entire time you’re shopping but somehow ends up carrying every single bag.

wife! yelena who still struggles to put everything she feels into words, so she says it by filling your car with gas before you notice, making your coffee exactly how you like it, or silently pulling you into her side after a rough day.

wife! yelena who jokes that marriage is just agreeing to annoy the same person forever, then looks at you like she hopes forever is a very, very long time.

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Vi was insatiable. Her mouth needed to be on you religiously. Either she was kissing you, lips crashing into yours or she was eating you out as if her life depended on it.

“It’s all mine,” she whispered like she was possessed, her words slurred together like she was drunk when she was not.

Her mouth was on your pussy tonight and she didn’t seem like she planned to breathe at all. Her tongue shoved inside you, nose colliding with your clit every time she tried to push her face deeper between your legs.

“Vi— Violet,” your hole clenched around her tongue uselessly, “slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”

She grunted and needily licked your juices up. She was so fucking devoted to this, she was worshipping you.

Vi spat on your cunt and licked it all up again, groaning at the taste like you were some sort of exquisite meal.

“Ffffffuck!” She parted your pussy lips with her thumbs and pushed her tongue inside again.

The pleasure was too much.

You arched your back and moaned aloud. Toes curling from pleasure.

“Vi…”

She loves the idea of public sex. The idea of flaunting you in front of everyone, or just the idea of making you cum. So, it wasn't shocking to learn about her fantasies with you in the steamy hot water.

Somehow, the sauna-spa has become her permanent office. It's relaxing but you're not sure about the practicality of it. There's a whole different idea in her mind though: finger-fucking you.

Most of her free time is spent shoving her thick fingers into you, watching as the ripples of water respond to your squirms as she hits the spot again and again. At this point, you're sure at least 1% of the water is really just your cum.

Your pussy twitches painfully, feeling the aggressive thrusts of her digits— one you know all too well.

✚ ८ ⊹ starting today, you are a host !! 🍥 ꔫა

✚ f!reader appearence is gender neutral for plot reasons

✚ synopsis : In which you, unfortunately ( or perhaps fortunately ) come across the host club at your new prep school, break a vase, and are forced into labor by 6 boys to pay off your debt. ( Is this even legal? )

Getting into Ouran Academy, an elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful, was not a feat many commoners could achieve. Alas, you did. Quite lucky.

You were currently looking around for a quiet place to study since the library was used less for reading and more for... whatever it is rich kids do.

Strolling around the academy in a drab oversized baggy polo shirt with a loose vest and slacks (because you couldn't afford the ridiculous prices for the uniforms, smh), you find a room labeled Music Room 3.

Perfect! You could totally study here. You gently open the door...

"Welcome ♡!"

Rose petals flutter around as 6 boys greet you elegantly.

You freeze, unsure of what you've gotten yourself into. They're all good-looking men dressed in the Academy's expensive uniforms and look like children of rich families. The complete opposite of you.

You're interupted out of your thoughts when one of them approaches you. A man with purple hair and lavender colored eyes.

"Oh, look, it's the scholarship student! I know you. Y/N L/N, right?" He grins, grabbing your chin. (Ahem, personal space?)

One of the boys behind him, a boy with white hair and a tired look in his eyes, blinks at you slowly, "Are you sure you're supposed to be here? In this school, I mean."

He might as well shoot you with an arrow that says 'commonor'. How crude!

You mutter, irritated, "Yes, I'm sure."

The no-sense-of-personal-space purple-haired guy goes on, fascinated, "Well then, you're a hero L/N!"

You stare in fascination as this man arrogantly goes on and on about how, "Even if you are the top student, you are also the poorest student of the school. People will call you a weed and you will be despised as a lower person! Yes, that's inevitable."

You fidget as he finishes off his rant with, "Don’t worry, I praise the poor! No matter how trashy or mediorce they appear, what's important is a reckless spirit!"

...Does he want to fight or something? You're starting to get seriously irritated at the number of backhanded compliments coming from his effortlessly soft lips.

You stare at all the boys in stunned silence as the purple haired boy continues talking, "Oh. I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Reo Mikage, that's Nagi. Those are Rin, Sae, Isagi and Bachira. We're the host club!"

You cross your arms, waiting for him to finish now that he's set off again. "Uh, righttt."

Reo perks up, circling around you, "I cannot believe the rumoured student is gay. No matter! You're our important guest even if you are a guy!" He wraps an around around your shoulder and points to each of the other hosts.

"So, what'll it be? The lazy one," Points to Nagi. "The funny one," Points to Bachira. "The emotionally constipated brothers?" Points to Rin and Sae who glare at him. "The nice one?" He points to Isagi who gives a small wave. "Or..."

He leans way too close, breath ghosting over your lips as he adds, "What about me?"

You screech, jumping away from him and shuddering, "No, no, no, you guys misunderstood me. I don't want—"

Bachira walks over, grinning, "Y/N-chan~ Are you really a hero? I wanna hear stories about commoners."

You snap, yelling at him, "WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO CALL ME Y/N-CHAN!?" Then, once you've calmed down, add softly, "Anyway, I was just looking for somewhere quiet. To study. In peace. Preferably away from other men."

Bachira sulks, dragging his feet towards Isagi, "Y/N-chan got mad at me..." Isagi pats him on the back in reassureance.

You decide that's enough and start walking backwards when you bump into a stand. The vase on the stand tips over and—

Crashes onto the floor in bits and pieces. You stare in horror when Rin and Sae stand to your side, muttering.

"Now you've done it. The rune vase was supposed to be featured in the school auction." Sae mutters.

"We were going to start the bidding at eight million yen." Rin sighs, clearly exasperated.

"Eight.. Eight million…?" Your blood runs cold. "I’ll pay it bac—"

Sae scoffs, "Can you? You can’t even buy your own uniform. What's with your clothes anyway?"

You pout, "I couldn’t find anything else that looked like a uniform..."

Nagi turns to Reo, "What would you like to do, Reo?"

Reo lets out a smug chuckle, dramatically sitting on a chair with one leg crossed, "Do you know this proverb, Y/N?"

You shake your head slowly and he goes on, "When in Rome, do as the romans do… if you don’t have money, pay with your own body! From now on, you are the Host Club’s dog!"

You imagine a dog barking in your brain.

A... dog?

Your spirit practically leaves your body and floats high up in the air.

All of the struggle you went through for entrance exams and studying... just to be stuck in a room with 6 rich boys to use you as their lackey.

This can't be legal. Right?

a/n: reo's bday was a few days ago so YAYYY

ok all the boys in the host club are isagi, bachira, reo, sae, rin and nagi

since they have their own personalites this kinda different from the original ohshc

i havent finished the show yet but its good like theres a few eyebrow raising moment but cmmon ITS GOOD

“Cause I always had a vision of us standing like this”

Moon Prism Power, Make-up!