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Chapter 1
Cherry blossoms dance around me, obstructing most of my vision. But I could never miss the marvel of a man in front of me. He reaches a hand out to me, his amber eyes exhuming warmth, and affection. Twinkling just a bit as he has a few tears in his eyes, but I won’t tell anyone. I extend my left hand to him, taking his offered hand and reach up with my right. I step forward a bit, reaching upward to reach the height needed. I brush just underneath the middle of the deep purple burn on the left side of this beautiful man’s face brushing away the tear underneath his eye that has escaped. My beautiful man. I’ll never get tired of saying it. My sparkling gold and midnight black robes accentuated with flecks of red, a nod of acknowledgement to my and Zuko’s people.
A beautiful gold crown with black trim, blue sapphires adoring the peaks (a nod to the tribe that took me in), and an exquisite ruby set in the middle adorns my head. My hair, normally a cascade a black locs down my back, now in an elegant updo, with twists and loops all throughout. And my neck, adorned with my betrothal necklace, a midnight black choker, with a stunning shining ruby in the middle and accents of gold holding the ruby in place, all but screaming who I belong to.
“Firelord Zuko,” says the monk presiding over our ceremony. “You have a duty to your kingdom, to the people of this nation. But above all, you now vow yourself to this woman-” He turns to me, and I feel the stares of almost all of our loved ones. Sokka -seconds away from blubbering, barely holding it together clutching a tissue-, Toph – who’s looking fondly in our direction, a vision herself in Emerald green and beige robes, Katara – who’s openly crying, albeit silently, looking upon us with the utmost of contentment, happy that her sister in all but blood and one of her best friends, finally get the happy ending they deserve. And Aang – holding Katara’s hand, with Momo sitting regally on his right shoulder, beaming at us excitement plastered on his features.
“-Cari. Cherish her above all else, and nothing can overcome the pair of you. Let no one come between you, and you’ll be an unstoppable force.” He turns his attention to me. “Cari. Men are stubborn creatures. Be his rock, as he is yours. When his burdens become too much to bear, be his source of shelter, as he is your source of warmth. You were two souls,” He lifts our hands up, our fingers intertwined, revealing our tied wrists with red silk. “-but are now one. And must move together in life, as such.” A tear drops down my face, as Zuko reaches up with his free hand to wipe it away, mimicking the same gesture I did for him moments before.
“I hope that’s a tear of joy.” He quietly jokes in that deep rumble of a voice that I love so much. A puff of air forces itself from my nose before I can stop it. “Definitely not.” I tease. He fakes a pout and I bite my lip and smile, forcing the sound of pure joy back down into my chest. “Do you take each other as your Beloved, to have, cherish, protect, and love, above all else?” “We do.” We say in sync- never straying our gaze away from the other. “You may now kiss.” The monk releases the red silk, and Zuko immediately steps forward, grabs my face with both hands, leans down, closes his eyes and takes me in a kiss so deep, I can feel it sear itself into the depths of my soul. I reach up, my eyes slipping closed as well, tilting my head up and standing on my tiptoes, grasping my husband’s wrists in mine. My mind quiets, all cheers, clapping and general celebration falls deaf to my ears.
Wrapped up in the moment with my husband, I don’t even feel him release my jaw and sneak his arm around me. So it’s a shock when suddenly my body is molded to his, our atoms converging into each other, wanting to merge into one just like our souls. I come back to when I hear wolf whistling, and feel my husband lightly touch my lips with his tongue, hands feeling the curve of my waist. Tongue seeking entrance into my willing and welcoming mouth but trying to be somewhat elegant about it in front of his -our- subjects. He is the FireLord after all. We’ll have a separate reception with just friends of course, where we’ll likely get into all types of debaucherous activity. My cheeks warm at the thought, mischievous thoughts immediately filling my brain. Zuko chuckles lowly, and my body reacts to it. My breath hitches and my stomach flips. Gods, that chuckle of his is so sexy.
He looks at me with so much fondness. The warm golden brown of my skin seemingly glowing in the warmth of the sun. My mahogany eyes sparkling with wonder in the light of the sun. His thumb traces the curve of my jaw as he gazes at me, his almost alabaster skin a contrast to my warm sun-kissed skin. Suddenly he ducks down and knocks my knees out from under me and cradles my back, and my breath escapes me in a surprised gasp. Holding me bridal style, he walks down the aisle, beaming with pride and a rare -to everyone but us- but radiant smile gracing his sharp, pale features. I trace his jaw, taking him in. His ebony hair falling down his back in waves, with his little topknot sitting neatly atop his head, affixed with a fire emblem. A rain of rice and cherry blossom petals surrounds us, the cheers of our friends getting closer and closer until-
“Cari!” I start, flinching as I quickly rise from my day dream. “What?!” I lash out, annoyed at the interruption of what seems to be the only peaceful time in my day nowadays. “Sheesh, what turtle duck crawled into your rice porridge and pissed?” Sokka pouted, coming up to rest his elbow on my shoulder, standing at an angle. My eyes go dead and a comically large sweat drop begins from my hairline down my face, a sigh falls from my lips before I can catch it. “Sorry Sokka. I’m just lost in thought.” “Thinking? You?” He snorts, and I drop my head a bit, a dark shadow falling over the top of my head, obscuring everything from the nose up. “Kidding, kidding.” He falls onto the bench behind me, pulling me down with him.
“Seriously though, what’s up? You seem kind of droopy lately, even for you.” I straighten, my countenance twisting into something of displeasure. “I don’t droop!” “You’re the definition of black cat energy. With a dash of golden retriever when drinking fire wine.” “Oh shut up.” I mush him and rise, gazing longingly at the sky before I turn, giving Sokka my full attention. “What did you need?” “Need? Neeeeed?” I roll my eyes at the upcoming theatrics and turn, heading back knowing full well he’ll follow me. As always. I tune him out, some of his comments filtering their way through, his voice becoming white noise. Sokka has been like this since we were kids. Letting his mouth do the talking to fill the silence or mask his emotions. Whether it be nervousness, anxiety, anger, whatever. But I can always count on him when it comes to it. His quick thinking, insightfulness, and I hate to say it…genius when it comes to inventions, has gotten us and the gang out of numerous deadly occasions.
“ I can’t come visit my favorite freaky water bender?! Anyway, Katara needs you. She has a client at the clinic she needs you to look at, after the speech.” “Jesus don’t say that so loud?? People are gonna get the wrong idea. Anyway, thanks Sokka!” I rise up on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek and start off in the direction of the heart of Republic City. Had I stayed a second longer, I would have noticed the faint warmth coming to his cheeks. “Y-yeah sure.” His fingers were lightly touching the spot where my lips just were. Faint giggling from the bushes causes him to freeze, turning in a rush, his hand forming into a fist. “Get out of the bushes! What are you guys even doing following me?!” “Sokka and Cari sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” “Alright that’s enough! Don’t you kids need to be in school?!”
J quickened my pace, breaking out into a jog. Damn. I got so caught up in myself, Katara’s speech slipped my mind... The capital building finally entering my vision, I break through the tall red and orange doors, Katara appearing in my view. A sigh of relief escapes me, knowing that I’ve made it on time. Katara turns at the sound of the ginormous doors bursting open, and upon seeing me, relief is shown in her expression as well. “You made it!” We walk toward each other meeting in the middle, and embrace. Breaking apart we hold each other at arms length, her shoulders in my hand. I take her in, a vision covered in various shades of blue robes, a small orange belt around her slim waist. Her long dark brown hair pulled back in an elegant braid, a white and sky blue band surrounding her forehead and tying off in the back. Her forearms are covered in what seem to be grey cloth bracers. Her normal staples like her satchel of water around her waist, and her mother’s betrothal necklace, present as always.
“You look great Katara!” “Me?! Look at you!” I shrug her off, wearing my normal attire almost identical to hers, but gold with accents of black instead. I come from a distant land, though not totally different from the Water tribes in this land. My people bend water, but we don’t need a source to pull from. I was an outlier in my village at first, my bending taking a little longer to manifest, but when it did, we found that not only could I bend water without needing a source, I can blood ben, without needing a full moon. Hence Sokka’s “freaky bender” comment. Word got out, and outsiders came looking for me. They burned my village to the ground in search of me, but I was already gone. Snuck out in a fishing boat, watching my village get smaller and smaller, while the plume of flames grew higher and higher.
My mother knew it would happen eventually, so she shipped me off to a distant land, different from us, but still family. A woman she met in her travels, and spent a significant amount of time with, the pair becoming fast friends, and eventually best friends. Separated by time and duties. Kya, Katara’s mom. So although we may not be actually blood related, she’s my sister in every sense of the word. Always looking after me, (even though I’m a few years older than her) with Sokka always coming along with us, determined not to be left behind. Even if it was his little sister and her weird new friend. As children, we’d sneak off to practice our water bending. Thankfully my mother had time to teach me the basics and a bit more before she…well..
I shove those thoughts aside, my arms falling from her shoulders to hold her hands. “I’m guessing my brother found you, then?” She asks and I snort. “Yes, yes he did. He said that you have a patient that you need me to look at?” She nods. “Yes, I think he has a sickness in his blood. Can you perform a scan on him, and see if there are any abnormalities?” I shrug, hearing an attendee give us the signal that the main doors are about to open. “Sure. I’ll head out after the speech. I know Baldy is coming back tonight, I don’t wanna be anywhere near y’all or your room.” I smirk, both of us turning to face the opening doors. She shoves my shoulder real quick, her brown cheeks tinging with a hint of red.
“Oh please. Like if Flameo Hotman weren’t on his way back from a weeks long journey you wouldn’t try to jump his bones.” “Shut up Katara!” I looked around, hoping no one heard her. She snorts. “Tch. You both are about as subtle as two saber-toothed moose lions mating. Even Toph can physically see the sexual tension rolling off you two in waves. The only people who’re unaware seem to be you two.” I roll my eyes, starting to tune her out as well, it’s a skill I’ve developed over the years. Please. Even if it were true and Zuko harbored a fraction of the feelings I had…have…for him. What could we do? He’s the Firelord. It’s not like he can marry a woman from a foreign and completely wiped-out tribe… “Hey.” I look to my left, and Katara is looking at me with those eyes that see too much.
“Stop. I can-“ “Oh look at that, it’s time.” I interrupt her before I can start spiraling. The doors open, and we step forward. The people of Republic City before us, cheering once we step into vision. We walk forward with smiles on our faces, and I look out into the crowd. Katara’s speech is becoming white noise in the background, I’ve listened to it so many times I know when the signal is coming. My mind wanders to my friends, the only family I have. It gets depressing sometimes. Not knowing where you come from, who your people are…were. But I have found my own family, and I know my mother would be happy.
“We remain united! As council representatives, we are honored to be here today, celebrating the anniversary of Republic City. And the opening of Unity tower, a symbol for all people!” I take a deep breath and raise my arms, feeling the molecules of water and oxygen in the air,and bend them to my will. Creating a water scythe, I twist my body while walking a few steps forward, moving my arms in alternating circles and gaining the momentum needed for my scythe to slice through the ropes holding up the banners of all nations about 100 feet above us. On the left side, I release the Fire and Air banners, and Katara releases the Water and Earth banners on the right. We turn to thunderous applause and cheers and give each other and the citizens a smile. “Look! It’s the Avatar!” We heard a tiny voice from the crowd. We look up to the sky, and see none other than Appa. A smile graces both of our faces and we run forward while Appa lands. “Momo! Appa!” We say in unison. Momo flying around chittering above us before he lands on my shoulder. I snuggle his cute little lemur face, and hear a deep grumble behind me.
“I could never forget about you big guy!” I ran to Appa, Momo breaking off and flying to Katara. Jumping up into the air as high as I can, and land on Appa’s fur. All tension leaves my body as I cradle this gentle giant, his fur as soft as a cloud. “God, fine. I guess I’m just not here.” I laugh and open my eyes, Aang already at Katara’s side, both of them giving me teasing looks. “Oh. Aang. Hello.” He rolls his eyes and opens his arms, and I shoot into them as well, while laughing. My arms wrapping around his neck, and his wrapping around my waist, squeezing me tight and lifting me slightly. “What took so long Baldy?! Did the little stone statues give you a run for your money??” He chuckles, patting my head like an actual old monk. I screw my face up at him and brush his hand off. Doesn’t he know not to touch a woman’s hair? I know he be pulling Katara’s but…
“Actually, I ran into a militia group. The Denied. I wanted to talk to you both about it.” He says, turning to Katara. I tilt my head to the side. “Sorry Baldy, I’ve got a patient that needs scanning. How about y’all come find me…after?” I say with a knowing smirk on my face and lilt to my voice, cutting my eyes to Katara, who’s looking anywhere but at us. Aang goes as red as someone of his complexion can get, and he starts rubbing the back of his neck. “A-After what? I don’t-“ I laugh and shove him good naturedly. “Uh huh. Come find me later!” I turn and begin making my way toward the hospital.
Though they’ve come a long way as a people, it still unnerves some. The way I can bend both water and blood to my will, without help. So when Katara has a patient who needs…blood work…she comes to me. Not everyone is as accepting, but no one seems to be prejudiced enough to let themselves die. Funny that. My ability not only gives me the chance to bend blood, but I can identify abnormalities in it as well. Whether it be poison, plain old sickness, pregnancy, or too much oxygen. I can feel it. It comes in handy in times like this.
Arriving at the tent I begin to make quick work of my patient. A middle aged bearded tan man, a light sheen of sweat covering his face. I give him a small reassuring smile. “Hello sir, my name is Cari. I’ll be doing a quick body scan if that’s ok with you?” His eyes open as much as they can, and he looks over at me. He tries to muster up a smile, even on what he thinks is his death bed, and shrugs. “Can’t see how it’ll do much good, pretty lady. But do what you must.” I give him a reassuring smile. “No need to give up so easily sir.” I move closer to his cot and raise my hands to his head, concentrating on him. Feeling the platelets, white and red blood cells, mitochondria -the powerhouse of the cell- cytoplasm, plasma, everything. From head to toe, I identify the problem. Keeping my face neutral, I pull away, moving to grab ahold of the chart that Katara keeps for every client.
“That bad huh?” I exhale a puff of air from my noise, not exactly a laugh but an amused huff. Katara prefers to coddle her clients. I have the opposite approach, and she isn’t here to stop me. “I won’t lie, it’s bad, but not life threatening.” He sweat drops. “You’ve got a bit of venous congestion. But. Thankfully we caught it early. You will have to endure at least 3 rounds of leeches, and blood transfusions to reup. You need plenty of rest, food and water.” He attempts to give me a smile, some of the tension leaving his body. “Th-thank you.” “Just like that? No questions?” He shakes his head. “You…I know you. I know what you can do. There’s no one better.” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Your people…” I almost drop his chart. “What…what do you know of my people?” He gives another smile that looks like it takes all of his energy. “Healers…killers…warriors…protectors…” He reaches a hand out to me, and I grip his sweaty hand, while my own shakes.
“S…S…Sonem…” “Sonem?” That’s all I get before his body gives out, and he faints. I feel like screaming and tearing my hair out, but also jumping for joy. Never…I’ve never encountered anyone who had knowledge of my people and where I come from…but can this man be trusted…Before I can spiral too deep into thought, Katara enters. I give her his chart, and quickly bolt, ignoring her calls for me. Keeping my head down and doing my best to not be seen or stopped, I hightail it to my house, slamming the door shut behind me. I sprint to my bedroom upstairs, into the bathroom. Ripping my clothes off, my robes and sashes suddenly feeling too constricting. My skin is on fire and I can’t breathe. I-I…someone finally can give me some kind of insight! Answers to over 2 decades of questions! What if there were survivors? And I haven’t even bothered to look, content with the peace accomplished with my friends and some other nation, while my own could be struggling…or thriving…
A pang of hurt hits my chest, and I scrunch my eyes closed, shoving a fist into my chest trying to relieve the pressure. I take a deep breath and shakily run myself a cold bath, hoping to shock my body into clarity. I sink into the tub quickly, the almost frigid water prickling my skin, sinking into my bones and making them ache. My mind has no choice but to quiet down. I can breathe again, the fog starts lifting from my brain. I hear clicking... I look up, toward the window above my tub, and see a welcome presence. “Momo?” He spreads his wings and jumps, gliding fully into my bathroom. Gazing at me with his big round eyes, sparkling like emeralds, he chitters again sadly. I raise a hand up, bending the water off my hand, to avoid getting him wet.
“I’m alright buddy…just a bit…shaken.” He chirps happily, flying up to my head, perched on the messy bun of locs atop my head. While I spend a few seconds petting him, his twitching tail catches my attention. There’s a white scroll attached. “Mm? What’s this?” I unfasten it, freeing him and quickly reading over the note. “Ah fuck!” I exclaim, and clamber out of the tub. Momo in a tizzy because of my sudden upheaval screeches and flies back out the window he came in. I rush out of my bathroom, a fluffy towel encasing me. Running into my closet, I grab the first outfit I find. A golden off the shoulder crop top with a sash and black flowy breathable pants with cuffs at the ankles. I grab a black hooded cloak lined with gold, and fasten it right underneath my collar bone. I take a satchel and pack the essentials as quickly as possible. Aang is alone, and about to do something questionable…
Chapter 2
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The click of the front door thunders in Spencer's head as his knees hit the carpet. The apartment cold and quiet without you. It was as if you took the life that once pulsed through the walls with you.
Spencer gasps, breaths coming out in short puffs as he grabbed the doorway.
You left.
Really left.
Walked out the front door type of left.
What was he supposed to do now?
Sure you said he would see you later but..
His chest tightens as his brown eyes flicker around the room. He needs to calm down.
The..the 54321 technique, just like the one you taught him.
1 your make up on your vanity. Lipstick knocked over.
Um five..five things he can see.
2 the new book he gotten from thr library down the street. One you recommended.
3 the blue curtains you picked out when you moved into his apartment.
4 his shoes, brown ones the you pulled out from the closet and placed by his bedside for Rossi’s wedding.
5 the picture of the two of you in New York. A impromptu vacation that you insisted he needs after prison.
Four things he can hear.
1 the refrigerator soft him in the kitchen
2 the birds outside chirping
3 his phone ringing
Wait his phone is ringing. Spencer rips his phone out of his pocket, his hands trembling. He swipes right, without looking at the caller id.
“Y/n?” A deep chuckle rumbles through the speaker. “Hate to disappoint pretty boy.” Spencer looks at his phone, staring at the contact photo.
“Derek? Is..is everyone.. Savannah, Hank..?” Spencer blurts, using the doorway to stand up. “Woah Spencer slow down. We are okay.”
“But..” Derek clears his throat. “Spencer listen, Y/n texted me.” Your name echoed in his mind. Of course. Despite him hurting you, you never failed to stop looking out for him. “Now kid, tell me what happened.”
Falling onto the bed, Spencer tells Derek everything, from the case to you walking out the front door.
“Okay kid, that was a lot. First off, I am glad you are alright. Second,” A car alarm beeps through the open window.
“Do you have feelings for JJ?” Spencer jerks at the question, recoiling as if Derek punched him through the phone.
“No of course not. But my mind keeps running through scenarios that could have happened.”
Derek sighs. “Don't do that Reid. Don't do the what ifs. That'll kill you.” Spencer's swallows down the fresh waves of tears trying to force their way up.
“Look kid, are you happy with your life?” Spencer thinks back, every memory with you flashes through his mind.
You visiting while he was in prison. You forcing him into the kitchen, declaring the best way to deal with insomnia was baking. The bookshop dates. The way your nose twitches when you sleep. The smell of your shampoo. Your smile. You.
“Derek, I love her.” Derek chuckles, as if it was the obvious truth. “Then go get her, pretty boy.”
The ceremony was breathtaking. Krystall’s white dress looked absolutely stunning, leaving Spencer imagining you and him in their place, holding hands as you poured your love into words in front of all your loved ones.
Matthew and Luke spin Penelope as Rossi throws his head back laughing. Spencer looks around the room, searching for the one person he wanted to see.
The corner of his mouth tugs up as Spencer spots you. Laughing at whatever Emily said, you take a sip of whatever cocktail Penelope made. You look so happy, so beautiful.
A throat clears behind him, making Spencer turn around.
“Spence, can we talk please?” He huffs, looking back at you but to his disappointment, you were gone.
“Have you seen Y/n?” JJ frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. “No but didn't she come with you?”
With a huff, Spencer tell her minimally about this morning.
“You told her?” JJ whispers, panic laced in her voice. Spencer glares at her, offended that she would assume he would this a secret from you.
“Of course I did. I would never keep a secret from her, especially something like that.” JJ flinches at the double meaning, stepping backwards.
“Spencer.” He shakes his head, holding his hand up. “We got into a fight and I need to find her. Now if you excuse me.” Spencer walks away, ignoring JJ’s calls for him to stop.
His chest tightens as he spins on his heel, unable to find you. “Reid? You alright?” Luke asks, placing a hand on his arm. “Y/n? Have you seen her?”
Your laughter floats the the ballroom, his head snaps towards the source. You walk out of the bathroom, arm linked with Penelope's as you lean into her side.
There you are.
His heels click against the floor as he crosses the room, determined to speak with you.
“Spencer!” Penelope exclaims, pulling him into a hug. Spencer laughs, chest deflating as you look away, the spark in your eye dimming.
“Can we talk?” You hum, picking at your fingers. “Not right now Spence. I wanna dance.”
Before you could run away again, Spencer pulls you onto the dancefloor.
“Spencer.” He shakes his head, swaying to the music. “Please just five minutes and if you still want me to go, I will.” You nod sharply, lips still pursed.
“I love you. You brighten each and everyday like the sun. In fact, you are my sun. I exist only to orbit you, and you alone. No one else matters. No one.” Spencer says with such conviction that leaves you misty eyed.
You shake your head, turning your head to wipe the corner of your eye, only to find JJ watching the two of you over the top of her empty wine glass.
“You know why it mattered,” Spencer says, turning your attention back to him.
“It bothered me that she told me now. Now when I am finally happy and so devastatingly in love with you. I don't feel as if I missed out on anything. I don't want to spend my life with JJ. I want to spend my life with you. The one person who gave me everything. Peace, love, a sense of self outside being a genius.”
Spencer’s hand cups your cheek so delicately that you weren't certain he was actually touching you. “I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to spend the rest of my life, repenting for hurting you. I-”
You shake your head, a small watery laugh falling from your parted lips as tears stream down your rosy cheek. “Are you sure? I don't want you to regret anything.”
Spencer chokes on a whine, as he leans down, resting his forehead against yours. “Never could regret it. Could never regret you. Want to know a secret?”
At your sniffle, Spencer whispers how he planned on proposing tonight after the wedding. In the library, beside the bookshelf with your favorite book, the ring hidden inside. How both Rossi and Krystall gave their blessings.
“Truth or Dare?” Spencer whispers. “Dare.” You mumble, hand carefully placed on the back of his neck, fingers playing with his hair.
“I dare you to spend the rest of your life with me as wrong as you want.”
You giggle, shaking your head. Spencer smiles at the sound, heart fluttering as you nod.
“This better not be the proposal Spencer Reid.”
He shakes his head, pulling your lips to his, whimpering as you pull him closer. God he missed you. He nearly lost you and for what, a stupid game or truth or dare.
“Not a chance. The real proposal will be greater than you came ever imagine.”
Blurb: Reader is ,unknowingly, the wife of a criminal. Spencer Reid is tasked with unfolding the web of lies her husband has placed her in. Somewhere along the way, the lines get blurred.
Content: Sexually explicit. MDNI
Word count: 5.3K
When Spencer Reid first invaded your carefully coordinated life, you were swirling a glass of Pinot noir and contemplating how you would use your husband’s platinum card to make up for another missed date.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked, already reaching for the stool on your right.
“No, go ahead” you mumbled, barely taking your eyes from the counter. Then you smelled his cologne, something dark and musky. Taking a sip of your wine, you glanced at the stranger beside you.
He looked nothing like the men your husband associated with. He had a head of shaggy hair and an almost innocent look you hadn’t seen in years. Best of all, he stared directly into your eyes.
You raised a perfectly manicured brow at him. You weren’t stupid. Nowadays,only men who wanted business with your husband or wanted in on his secrets would dare to approach you.
“I don’t usually come to places like this,” he admitted, his slender fingers drumming against the bar. His voice was smooth and slow, like he was weighing every syllable before he let it leave his lips.
You finally turned your body slightly toward him. “And yet, here you are.”
A small, almost sheepish smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah. Here I am.”
The bartender slid a drink in front of him—something neat and simple. You took the chance to really analyze the man beside you. He wore a crisp white button down shirt with pristine black slacks. No flashy jewelry- he didn’t seem to be in the business of men like your husband.
“I’m Spencer, by the way, forgive me if I’m being impolite”
You took his outstretched hand and watched as he placed a ghost of a kiss on your knuckles, but his eyes were looking past you at the mostly empty bar. You waited until he finished scanning the room to tell him your name.
Spencer wrapped his fingers around the glass but didn’t take a sip.
You leaned in, intrigued despite yourself. “So, what brings you here? Business or pleasure?”
A quick look at his waist revealed a subtle bulge under his belt. A gun. Maybe he’s law enforcement.
He hesitated, but just barely. “A little of both.”
There was something about the way he said it, the way his gaze flickered across your face like he was already reading you. Like he already knew why you were here - alone, swirling expensive wine in a designer dress bought with dirty money.
You should have turned back to your drink. You should have finished it, and gone home to the penthouse where your husband wouldn’t be waiting for you.
Instead, you met Spencer Reid’s eyes and asked, “And which one am I, detective?”
Shock flashed across his face but he quickly schooled his features. “Observant,” he murmured, squinting his eyes slightly like he was reevaluating you. “But I’m not a detective.”
You hummed, wrapping a finger around a stray coil that escaped from your puff. “CIA then? No…FBI?”
His lips pressed together, neither confirming nor denying, but that was answer enough.
“You must know who my husband is.” It wasn’t a question.
Sadly, you thought you knew who your husband was until a year ago when all those lucrative business deals came to light for the fraud they were. Now he was busy covering his tracks and had no time for you.
Spencer exhaled, his fingers tapping against his untouched drink. “I do.” He waited for a beat. “How much do you know?”
You let out a soft laugh, taking a slow sip of your wine. “I know why a man like you might be looking for him, but the details are all hidden from me.”
Spencer studied you, waiting, as if he didn’t know whether to believe you.
You swirled the deep red liquid in your glass before setting it down. “If you’re wondering whether I love him, that’s hardly relevant.”
He shuffled a hair closer, voice barely above a whisper “And if I’m asking whether you’re willing to help me?”
Your pulse jumped, but you didn’t let it show. You weren’t naive enough to blindly trust this man.
Instead, you studied your French manicure, gleaming against your brown skin.
“That depends,” you mused, “Help you with what, exactly?”
Spencer reached into his pocket, producing a card. He slid it across the bar, his fingers brushing yours- warm, steady, but deliberate.
“Call me any time, night or day,” he said simply.
You lifted the card between two fingers, turning it over. Then you tucked it into your clutch, and snapped it shut.
You picked up your glass, taking one last slow sip before standing. “Have a good night, Agent.”
…
Weeks after meeting you, Special Agent Spencer Reid was dozing off on a jet somewhere over America when his phone rang.
“Hello?” He grumbled, forgotten documents fell from his lap as he shifted.
“I’m sorry. This is stupid, there’s just no one else I can call that he hasn’t blocked out of my life and he’s a complete psycho-”
“Hold on.. let me just…slow down and tell me what happened”. He sat up straighter.
You swallowed hard around the ball in your throat, then opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out.
“Okay, you don’t have to talk. Just breathe with me. Deep breath in…” he filled his lungs up loud enough for you to hear and draw a shaky inhale.
“And out…”
You followed his lead and more warm salty tears flowed down your face but your throat hurt just a little less.
“He-he put a knife to my throat,” you finally whispered, your voice strained. “I thought he was finally going to snap and kill me”
A sharp inhale from the other end of the line
“But he didn’t,” Spencer said, his voice softer now, deeply aware of how delicate your situation was, “You’re safe for now?”
You glanced around the dimly lit bathroom where you had locked yourself, gripping the edge of the marble counter. You caught a glimpse of the bags under your eyes. The result of sleepless nights looking over your shoulder.
“For now,” you murmured.
Spencer sighed in relief “You did the right thing calling me.”
A bitter laugh almost slipped past your lips. “I don’t know about that.”
“I do,” he said firmly. “You’re stronger than you think. And you’re going to get through this,I can help you”
Something warm unfurled in your chest at the certainty in his voice. You weren’t used to someone speaking to you like that. It had been a while since you felt like you had any control over your own life.
“I need you to listen carefully, okay?” Spencer continued, his tone turning more focused. “We need intel on his next move; who he’s meeting, what deals are happening, anything you can get.”
You sucked in a breath. “He keeps all that locked up; passwords, secured files. I don’t even know where to start.”
“You don’t have to,” Spencer assured you. “Just get close enough to hear. Watch where he keeps his phone, his laptop. If you can get access to his schedule, that’s even better.”
“You’re asking me to hand over my husband to you on a silver platter. What do I get?”
Spencer didn’t hesitate. “I’m asking you to help put an end to this. To protect yourself. What you get is freedom, a whole new life away from the mess that man has put you in”
You should have been terrified. Maybe you were. But there was something else, too. The way he spoke to you, the way he guided you through your panic, it did something to you.
“I’ll do it,” you whispered.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
You felt your face heat up and fought the small smile creeping onto your features.
You shouldn’t have liked the way that felt. But you did.
…
From that point on you were your husband’s shadow. You were dutiful and doting and willing to comply to his every whim if it meant you were close enough to hear his plans.
When it was safe, you and Spencer would talk on the phone or he would send notes through the officers assigned to watch your house, some more personal and sweet than you would expect.
After sitting in on a lunch meeting at the office, you learnt that there were “assets” to be received four weeks from now. But that’s all you knew because your husband and his partners would talk in code around you.
Using your secret second phone you texted Spencer to meet you urgently at your favorite place - the library.
The library was quiet, the scent of old books thick in the air as you traced your fingers along a random spine, pretending to read while you waited.
You felt him before you saw him—Spencer moved quietly, but there was the feeling of his eyes on you. Then, suddenly, a hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you between two tall shelves.
“You’re reading Alice in Wonderland?” he asked,, amusement lacing his voice as his eyes flickered to the book in your hand.
You smirked, slamming it shut. “I had to pick something to look busy.”
His lips twitched. “Did you know the writer, Lewis Caroll, had a neurological disorder that caused strange hallucinations and affected the size of visual objects, which can make the sufferer feel bigger or smaller than they are. So in a way he was Alice”
You blinked at him, momentarily distracted from the danger of your situation. “Wait, really?”
He nodded, and the corners of your mouth curled slightly. “That’s kind of… interesting.”
He looked surprised. “You think so?”
You shrugged. “I just didn’t expect a criminal profiler to be into children’s literature”
“I didn’t expect a trophy wife to be into it either,” he shot back with a small grin.
You gasped at his attempt at a joke but before you could reply, the sound of footsteps made you tense. Spencer’s hand pressed against your lower back, guiding you swiftly into a small, dark broom closet.
It was tiny, barely enough room for the two of you, and suddenly, you were much too aware of how close you stood. His breath was warm against your cheek, his chest barely an inch from yours.
“Tell me what you found out,” he murmured, his voice low.
You swallowed, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating. “At the meeting, the hospital CEO, Daniel Grant, was there. So was one of my husband’s finance partners.”
Spencer’s expression darkened. “Which partner?”
You told him the name, and he went completely still. “He was in the news a few months ago. His niece has kidney failure and she’s on the transplant list.”
The pieces snapped together in your mind, but Spencer was already moving, pulling out his phone. “Garcia, I need a location trace on my suspect and Mr. Daniel Grant. See if they’ve traveled together recently.”
There was a pause, then a muffled response from his tech analyst. Spencer’s brows pulled together. “Three cities. All places where people have gone missing in the past two months.”
Your stomach churned. “Oh my God.”
He met your eyes, his own filled with something determination. “It’s organ trafficking. That’s what they’re shipping. Your husband is harvesting organs and selling them to the highest bidder.”
You took a shaky breath. You knew he was a criminal, but this was something else.
Spencer reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, discreet recording device. “You need to get him talking. Try to get a direct admission of what he’s doing.”
You hesitated. “If he catches me, I might be up for auction by the end of the week”
“He won’t.” Spencer’s voice was steady, reassuring. “You’re smarter than he thinks. Just slip this into his office, somewhere he won’t notice. I’ll handle the rest.”
You nodded slowly, taking the device and slipping it into your pocket.
Spencer’s eyes lingered on you, something unreadable in them. Then, before you could process it, he leaned down and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to your cheek.
The warmth of it spread through you, and when he pulled back, he looked just as stunned as you felt.
“Shit. I don’t know why I did that,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
You studied the tiles under your feet. “I don’t know why I liked it.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Look, before this goes any further, you gotta know I’m no more good for you than your husband is,” he said quietly. “What I do is dangerous in a whole other way. You don’t want me.”
Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to step back. To nod.
And then you turned and left, even as the ghost of his kiss lingered.
…
“How do you feel about balls?” You asked with your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder.
“Excuse me?” Spencer was busy squeezing water out of his hair from his early morning shower when you called.
You giggled and sprinkled more flour onto the rolling pin you were using to prepare cinnamon rolls.
“He’s having a gala this Friday. It's masquerade themed. We do it every year as a charity event for the hospital”
The ‘he’ in question was in the office finishing up plans.
Spencer hummed, “And you think that would be the right time to apprehend him? Is he showing signs of running off?”
“Well, we usually go a on a trip out of the country after the gala, so he’s probably been using the event as a cover up for-”
“Yes!” Spencer exclaimed around his toothbrush, pausing to spit out toothpaste, “Didn’t he give away like 500 bicycles last year? What’s the big gift this year?”
You carefully cut the cinnamon roll into the desired pieces and placed them on the baking tray while you thought.
“Um…I think I heard them saying anatomy sets”
Spencer went silent on the other end of the line.
You frowned, wiping your flour-dusted hands on a towel. “Spencer?”
“Anatomy sets,” he repeated slowly. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. “As in, like… models of organs?”
“Yeah, like those little fake kidney models they give to med students.” You shrugged, unaware of the shift in his tone. “It’s a whole thing about education and inspiration for future doctors. Why?”
Spencer felt himself getting excited. “Because our inside man just confirmed that an ambulance will be at the gala for a technology demonstration. And according to your husband’s latest conversation with his finance associate, the one you recorded, his ‘special gift’ is being dropped off in that ambulance before it gets taken to the hospital.”
Your stomach dropped. “Don’t tell me he’s putting a real kidney in the boxes…”
Spencer’s voice was thrumming with energy. “Yes, you brilliant woman. Then they’ll claim it’s from an accident victim or something to make it look like a perfectly legal organ donation - so it can go directly to his partner’s niece without raising suspicion.”
You pressed a hand to your forehead, heart racing. It made perfect sense. The hospital had a long waitlist for transplants, and donors had to go through an extensive screening process. But if an organ miraculously became available at just the right time that was just the right match, no one would question it. They’d think it was a stroke of luck.
“This is why he’s been so calm,” you whispered. “Even knowing I’m watching him, he still thinks he’s untouchable.”
“Not for long,” Spencer said darkly.
You swallowed, gripping the edge of the counter. “So what do we do?”
“We let them follow through with the drop.” He explained steadily. “We let them put the organ in the ambulance. That’s when we strike before any of them had a chance to run, and before he can run off with you.”
You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “We’ll need people inside.”
“The team will be there,” Spencer assured you. “It’s a masquerade, which means we can blend in. No one will suspect a thing.”
You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply.
This was it. The final move.
For the first time, you felt a spark of hope that this nightmare would soon end.
“You’re going to be okay,” Spencer said quietly. “We’re almost there and it’s all because of you”
You gripped the phone tighter, his voice grounding you.
“I don’t think I can take all the credit” you smiled to yourself, “wait…what are you gonna wear?”
“…It’s a surprise”
“Oh, come on. Please?” You pouted
There was a pause, then you could swear you heard the smirk in his voice, “I’ll save you a dance”, then the click of the call ending.
…
The masquerade gala was dazzling and the air was thick with laughter and music. Your husband moved through the crowd like a king holding court, completely unaware that his empire was about to crumble.
The tiny recording device felt like it was burning a hole through your dress. You had it. Proof of everything—the meetings, the payments, the horrifying logistics of how the “assets” were acquired and shipped.
Your palms were damp, nerves threatening to consume you as you stood at the edge of the ballroom, watching, waiting for your moment. You ran your hands down your black satin that hugged your figure perfectly.
Then, you felt it.
A familiar presence behind you, the faintest brush of warmth near your shoulder. And then his scent; dark, musky cologne that made you feel warm all over.
You turned before he could speak, your heart slamming against your ribs as you looked up into deep brown eyes beneath a sleek black mask.
He tilted his head slightly. “Dance with me?”
You nodded, afraid that if you spoke you might accidentally confess your feelings for him.
Your fingers slipped into his, and he pulled you effortlessly onto the floor, one hand settling at the small of your back, guiding you through a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
The room blurred, the noise fading as he pressed closer, his lips barely brushing your ear.
“Do you have it?” he murmured.
Your heart pounded as you reached between you, slipping the recorder from your pocket and tucking it against his palm, fingers lingering just a second too long.
His grip tightened, a silent reassurance. “You did good,” he whispered.
A shiver ran through you. You shouldn’t have cared what he thought. But you did.
You swayed together, bodies pressed closer than necessary, moving in perfect sync. Every brush of his fingertips against your waist sent heat curling through you. Every glance, every shift, felt electric, like the entire room had disappeared and it was just the two of you.
Then an icy chill poured over you at the sound of an unwanted voice.
“Darling.”
The word snapped through the air like a whip.
Your husband.
Spencer pulled back immediately, his grip loosening, though his eyes stayed locked onto yours.
Your husband extended a hand, waiting. “Come now.”
You exhaled shakily, slipping your fingers from Spencer’s grasp, stepping back into the life you were about to leave behind.
But not for long, at least that’s what Spencer promised you.
Your husband led you up to a podium and removed his mask. He told the guests about the gifts they had chosen this year and invited everyone to head outside to see the newly renovated ambulance he was also donating.
Your hand was held tightly in his as he led you to the parking lot. With the cool night air flowing through your neatly braided hair, you took one last look at the people around you.
“I need the restroom,” you murmured, your voice even.
Your husband barely nodded, already turning back to the awe of onlookers.
You didn’t look back as you walked away. Even with the sound of undercover officers drawing their weapons and shouting instructions.
Tears blurred your vision but you kept walking until you came around the other side of the event venue, face to face with Spencer Reid standing with one hand on his gun. Behind him was a getaway car to take you to a safe house.
You collapsed into him, and let yourself cry. He wrapped one arm around you, and used the other to open the back door and place you in the car.
“I got you, sweet girl. It’s all over” he whispered to you, rubbing your back in soothing circles. He slid in beside you and shut the door.
When you finally calmed down enough to look him in the eyes, you almost couldn’t bear the open and concerned expression that stared back at you.
He slowly lifted a hand and wiped away a rogue tear.
“Okay let’s get you out here” he smiled softly and reached for the door but you grabbed his hand
The words spewed out before you could stop them,
“Wait. I know you’ve been so caring towards me because it’s your job. You put bad people away and I appreciate it but if this is the last time I see you I have to tell you-”
Soft, warm lips molded to yours and silenced your racing thoughts. The world went fuzzy, all that existed was the smell of his breath as you inhaled and the feeling of his large hands on the sides of your face.
Spencer pulled back slightly and rested his forehead on yours, shallow breath tickling your cheek.
“Me too,” he said.
He took your hand and placed it on his tie, using your fingers to pull it open, all while he stared into your eyes. He let the unspoken words linger for a beat.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked finally
“Yes… please” you whispered, afraid to break the bubble around you two
Spencer pulled you back in by the side of your neck and kissed you again, slower this time. You savored the feeling of his lips, titling your head to let him in deeper. He curled his tongue into your mouth, taking the breath from you. He used his thumb to pull your mouth open more then took your tongue between his lips and tongue to suck it.
Arousal pooled deep in your belly, and your toes curled in your heels.
With a wet smack he released your tongue and turned your head to the side. He rubbed his nose over the side of your neck, deeply inhaling your perfume.
“Smell so good” he mumbled into your skin. He pushed the strap off one shoulder then kissed from behind your ear to your collarbone. He made his way back up, sucking and biting this time, then soothing the abused skin with a blow of cool air.
You arched your back against the seat, sweat pricking at your brow. A soft moan escaped your lips that made Spencer smile against your skin.
He made his way to the other side of your neck and lavished it with the same attention. Your dress now hung precariously low, your nipples almost on display.
When he found a spot behind your ear that made you let out a long breathy moan, he grinned deviously,
“Right there, huh?”
You hummed in response but Spencer wasn’t satisfied, he pushed down the top of your dress and exposed your nipples. He gently grazed the palm of his calloused hand over one and you flinched at the shockwave warm pleasure spreading from your chest.
“Oh…you’d rather me touch you here?”
He moved over to the other nipple and just barely kissed it, “Or here?”
But you were distracted. Eyes screwed tight and writhing in your seat, that just wouldn’t do. He immediately stopped touching you and leaned back to started undressing himself.
Confused at the sudden pause you opened your eyes to see Spencer taking his shirt off.
“W-why’d you stop?” You panted, squeezing your thighs together.
“I thought you didn’t like it. You never answered my question” he put on an air of nonchalance while unbuckling his belt. You were paying rapt attention to the bulge under his zipper.
“I did like it, it just felt…”
Spencer put a finger under your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, “Felt what?”
“Too good” you admitted.
He sighed softly and took your hand in his, raised it to kiss the inside of your wrist, “There, that’s what I wanna hear…” Spencer kicked off his pants, leaving him in just boxers. “Now come sit here”
He grabbed your waist and helped you to straddle his lap. The change in angle forced you to look down into his heavily lidded eyes.
He leaned in and nuzzled his nose between your breasts, licking the skin there.
While his hand worked your dress further down your body, he slowly kissed a circle around your nipples, careful not to touch it directly. You whined at the lack of attention where you needed it most
He hummed thoughtfully and spoke directly to your right nipple, “Is this perfect little nipple perking up just for me?”
It took all your remaining brain cells to answer him, “Yes it’s just for you, Spence”
Finally, he slid his warm, wet mouth over your nipple and sucked hungrily. With one hand he cupped your other breast and rubbed your nipple gently with his thumb.
Heat erupted over your chest, you felt your heartbeat between your legs with every lap of his tongue.
Then he switched to the other side, leaving a dark purple hickey on the underside of your breast.
Your hips moved on their own, grinding down your eager cunt onto his clothes bulge. He grinded up, meeting your movements with groans around your tender nipple.
When he was satisfied, he released it slowly between his teeth and the sensation had you teetering on the edge of overstimulation.
Spencer took your lips between his to distract you while he tore your gown open, revealing your lace panties underneath. You gasped at the sound and tried to cover yourself but he was quicker than you. He held your thighs apart on his lap and looked down, licking his lips like a lion about to devour prey.
He used a single finger to touch the outside of your panties where they were damp with arousal. You sighed softly and he pressed his fingertip over where your clit was nestled and your legs trembled in anticipation.
Spencer looked back up into to her eyes and wrapped a hand loosely around your neck, “Can I taste her?”
You nodded frantically. He squeezed his hand just a bit tighter, “I need words,sweet girl”
“Yes, you can have whatever you want” you told him
He grinned at that and pecked your lips one more time before he turned sideways then pushed you back until your upper body was lying on the seat. Your legs remained in his lap and he pulled up your groin to meet his face, leaving you almost upside down with your head pressed on the door.
Spencer pulled your panty to the side and marveled at the sight of your cunt on display to him.
“So pretty” he whispered to your labia before he placed a gentle kiss there. Slowly he started lapping up the wetness there. His tongue sliding between the lips to massage the throbbing walls inside. He barely stopped to take a breath. Switching between stroking you inside with his tongue and sucking on your clit, he had you crying out loudly, your toes curling and back arching impossible further up.
While your eyes rolled back he slid a finger into your tight heat, twisting and curling until he found the spot that made you shake.
He slowly increased to three fingers curling up into that rough spot inside while rubbing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. The sound of your pussy slobbering over his hand was drowned out by your cries of pleasure.
With one last expert stroke on that perfect spot inside Spencer switched to sucking right below your clit like a straw. Stars burst behind your eyes and your thighs locked up while you jerked against the pleasure. With big gulping breaths you rode out your orgasm, finally opening your eyes to see Spencer’s satisfied and wet face.
He put down your legs and repositioned himself to crawl above you, held up by his elbows on either side of your face.
“Was that good baby? Think you’ve had enough?”
Your blissed out smile almost faded when you felt the ghost of his clothed cock brush on your leg.
“Nooo, I want it” you wedged your hand between your bodies to grab hold of it.
He chuckled at your eagerness. “Alright, you can have it” He sat up briefly to remove the last of his clothing and it sprang free. His long creamy dick with a pink fat mushroom tip stared back at you and your mouth watered.
Wasting no time, Spencer nestled back between your legs, pressing your thighs as far apart as he could in the enclosed space. He held his dick in his hand, swiping along your slit and catching the hood of your clit on each swipe.
“Spencer please, I need it-”
You were cut off by your own moan when he pushed the tip past your entrance while he groaned at the squeeze of your walls around him.
“Biiiiig stretch” he talked you through it as he pushed inch after inch inside. The tight grip pushed his skin back but he kept going, hungry for more of you.
“Ah- ah-, it’s deep” you mewled while staring up through hooded eyes.
He pushed the very last bit inside, the tip bullying your cervix with each shallow rock of his hips.
“I know baby, you’ve got a perfect little pussy but I gotta make it fit, okay?” He leaned in close, putting his chest on yours and meeting your open panting mouth with delicate kisses.
Gradually, he started longer and deeper thrusts, drawing out pornographic sounds from you. Your head rocked against the inside of the car door but you didn’t care.
With a tilt of his hips, Spencer found that spot inside you and massaged it over and over with his hard dick, until your eyes were screwed shut and your kisses turned into moaning into each others’ open mouths.
Spencer sat up slightly, grabbing the underside of your knees and pushing your legs up to your chest. Looking down at your puffy cunt and spat on it, then used the spit to rub your clit with the same speed as his thrusts.
He used his body weight to fold you even further, hitting you spot deep and hard with a hand wedged between you pinching and rubbing your clit.
“That’s it, let it go for me,” he commanded you.
Shaking from the immense heat coiling inside you, you thrashed your head side to side and finally released a noiseless scream as your orgasm took over.
Your visions blacked out and your hips pounded from the rush of blood. You reached around Spencer’s sweat slick back and held tight while he chased his own release.
“So good…so perfect…” he grunted into your neck.
When he finally came inside you, his teeth clamped down on your neck.
After a few minutes of lying there in blissful silence, Spencer pulled out slowly. He was satisfied to see his cum leaking out of you.
“Are you okay?” He asked while he helped you put your dress back on.
“Yeah, I’m great…” you said while you looked around for your panties “It’s too bad this will never happen again.”
Spencer smiled to himself. He would let you believe that for now but deep inside he knew now that he had a taste of you, he could never let you go.
A look at your life with Spencer through the eyes of his team mates
Warnings: none really, just fluff, the team being observant, adult objects (condoms, alcohol, etc.,), not a warning but a note: reader isn't in the BAU but she works in the FBI, through Emily's POV
“I wasn’t expecting an invite from you, Reid. Thanks for having me over.” The front door to the apartment opened. Emily was holding a bottle of cheap wine that she grabbed from the liquor store down the street when she realized she forgot to bring a house gift. It was a close call too, she was literally driving past it when she realized and had to make a very hasty u-turn.
“It’s no problem, thank you for coming! Derek, Garcia and Hotch are in the living room, Rossi’s in the bathroom and JJ’s coming late. Her loss though, I think she’d really enjoy Interstellar and if she comes late I know she’s going to complain. Come in, just take your shoes off if you don’t mind.” Emily nodded, after Spencer gave her a light side hug and accepted the bottle from her.
He wore a white tee-shirt, pajama bottoms, and smelt fresh. His hair was damp as well, like he’d showered a few hours ago but his hair is so thick that it takes a minute for it to dry. She noticed his light shrug, as if it wasn’t his preference but he would take it anyways.
Ghosting through the threshold, she bent down and slipped off her boots. She heard light chatter, music, smelt a vanilla and sea salt (it was a rough guess) candle burning, and heard the clatter of pots in the kitchen.
She couldn’t help it, her analytical mind working before she could stop it. Sometimes she would find herself profiling strangers even when it was rude. And profiling your coworker who invited you into his home was very rude.
Spencer’s shoes were thrown on the floor, one knocked on its side but still close together. As if it was an attempt on his end to be some sort of neat. Pairs of heels, pumps, boots were lined on the shoe rack but after doing a quick count, she noticed something. There were far more womens shoes than there were mens shoes. About six pairs of men's shoes to a 10 women’s shoe ratio.
Aaron, David, Derek make three, and the other three were clearly Spencer’s. Pen’s shoes obviously were one of those female shoes. The bright purple heels sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the browns, blacks, and deep reds of the female shoes.
‘Enough Emily, stop being rude.’
“Your house is beautiful Spencer.” She couldn’t help but look around in slight awe. She wasn’t expecting Spencer’s house to be so…neat? No, that sounds mean. Neat in a way that didn’t seem like it was all Spencer. Sure Spencer’s little unique touches were sprinkled about the apartment and she was still standing at the doorway.
There were pictures of nature hanging on the wall, of a young black woman standing in front of a large pond far from the camera. She wore a pink baseball cap and had her hands flung out as if to emphasize how big the pond was. Who was that? A secret lover? She looked familiar, like a face Emily had seen in passing.
“Oh thanks. I just moved in a few months ago so not everything is fully set up.” Spencer called from the kitchen, and there were three clicks from the stove. Then he slid out, wiping his hands on a towel. As she walked through the house, she noticed more.
Potted plants with lush green leaves, knitted plant holders hanging from the ceiling, a red and dark blue patterned rug on the floor in the hall. From where she stood, she could see there was a small dining area. A nice wooden table, with papers and files scattered all over.
She found her way to the living room and saw her coworkers engaged in whispers on the couch. More papers and files were on the small tables on either side of the couch, a contrast to the neatness of the rest of the house.
“Hey everybody, what’s up?” Emily asked. Heads snapped towards her, and she noticed Penelope’s eyes curved up in a mischievous grin.
“Hi! Come sit, come sit.” Penelope motioned next to her, Derek and Rossi sliding over to make room for her.
“Did you make it in okay?” Hotch asked and Emily nodded while she slipped onto the brown leather sofa. A dark purple hand knitted black was thrown over the back of it. Did Spencer take up knitting or was this just a nice purchase?
Spencer plopped down into the brown leather armchair and rested his feet on the pouf in front of him. Emily noticed how spotless the glass coffee table in front of them was.
The whole house was ridiculously clean. The wooden floors sparkled, the carpets meticulously vacuumed, the TV sparkled and the speakers next to the TV were flawlessly dusted. The large oak bookshelf that was up against the wall that was closest to the kitchen was also dusted and the books neatly organized.
When would Spencer have time to clean his house so thoroughly? They were on a mission all of last week, got back two nights ago and have been at work since then. Sure, it’s Spencer he could just be very clean but the way things sparkled, it was clear they were cleaned merely a few hours ago.
When they did go home it was late at night and they were back at work early the next day. Did he spend his whole Saturday afternoon scrubbing his floors, and preparing to cook for them? Spencer wasn’t the type to have a housekeeper, especially when he does his work all over and you can’t exactly leave FBI documents in the eye of the eye of a random house keeper.
“Sorry about the paperwork, I still have to set up my study. I have to put up my desk and everything.” Everyone voiced a consolation, some variation of ‘I don’t mind’ or ‘you should see my place’.
“Not the handyman?” Derek teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Spencer chuckled and shook his head. Spencer’s been smiling a lot more lately.
“I like keeping myself out of the hospital. Did you know every 45 minutes a piece of furniture falls on someone, and 25,000 people a year are treated at the hospital for a furniture related incident?” Spencer rattled off, emphasizing the numbers with his fingers.
Before anyone else could say anything, the doorbell rang. Spencer glanced back at the door, before he sprung to his feet with enthusiasm like he was expecting Emily and Penelope exchanged looks, giggling while Rossi lightly rolled his eyes.
“Of course he knows that. Also, did any of you know that Spencer moved to a new place?” Derek asked.
“Well I knew. I know where all of you live. But it was very considerate of him to invite us over.” Hotch nodded, taking a sip of a bottle of water. Not Spencer’s usual brand but she did notice a switch some time ago. From Purelife to Poland Spring.
“Did you see the coat? Hanging by the door rack?” Penelope whispered, motioning for everyone to come in closer. There was a devilish twinkle in her eyes, her brain working overtime.
“What, you think he has some… extra company? A secret lover?” Rossi chuckled. Of course she noticed, but she just thought it was Penelope’s.
“Maybe! Do you think?” Penelope asked excitedly, her hands flapping around with enthusiasm. Oh Penelope, ever the romantic. Derek giggled next to Penelope. He was lightly smacked by Penelope as a rebuttal and he giggled as if the slaps tickled him and they heard Spencer’s reapproaching foot steps along with an extra pair of heels.
They all turned, eager to see who it was. Would it be the woman in the photo? His mom? Someone else?
“JJ!” Emily exclaimed when the final member of their team came in. She twisted around in her seat, happy to see her friend. JJ wasn’t able to make it on their last assignment so it had been a minute since they’d seen her. For people who practically live together, spending almost every moment together while at work was normal. They’d all fallen into a natural balance of being around each other. Of course they’d missed JJ while she was out sick.
“Hi!” She held her arms open for hugs, while the entire team voiced their hellos.
“Sorry I’m late, the grocery store was ridiculous. You wouldn’t believe what I saw, some lady's ex boyfriend came there and she called the cops on him like right there in the store. Apparently, he gave her something on purpose. She got on the speaker and called him ‘Dirty Dick David’. And then they fired her for playing with the mic that way!” She told her story while passing out hugs and then plopped down in the opposite arm chair across from the one Spencer was sitting in before.
“What?” Spencer laughed while he sat back down.
“Right there it happened.” The whole team was laughing and Emily remembered that this was why she got along with her team so well. The easy laughter was so simple and refreshing.
“Woah, right there is insane! I guess she was sick of him.” Emily leaned slightly into Penny, allowing herself more comfort
“Imagine being at work and your ex who purposely infected you with something shows up to both you? I’d be pissed too.” Derek chuckled.
“I’ve been through three wives and never got a reaction like that, Dirty Dick David certainly had it coming.” Rossi added before they all laughed even harder.
Then there was a loud ringing noise. Spencer’s phone was going off and he patted himself down, lifting himself up checking to see if he was sitting on it. Then he got up, his face making a tiny expression like he could finally recall.
“I’ll be right back guys.” He ran into the kitchen and Penelope pulled everyone into a huddle.
“Okay, here’s what you missed JJ, you ready?”
“I’m ready?” She asked with an arch eyebrow and a nervous smile.
“There’s a bunch of lady stuff around here, like a coat and I don’t know if you saw the shoes but there are a lot of lady shoes. Rossi was in the bathroom and saw a bunch of lady stuff too, like a special face cleanser but he didn’t wanna snoop. I think he should’ve gone for it but whatever. Also I don’t know if you know but I know that Spencer doesn’t cook.
His house is also really clean like really really clean like it was just clean but when would he have gotten the time to clean it? I mean we got off work like three hours ago. Running theories? Spencer has a housekeeper, a secret girlfriend, or his moms visiting. Got it? Okay, got it.”
JJ blinked after Garcia’s rapid rundown, Derek nodding like he was able to keep up with that and Hotch all around looked displeased.
“We are guests in Spencer’s home, don’t go looking through his stuff. Maybe Spencer likes that stuff, that’s not any of our concern.” He frowned with a crease in his eyebrows.
“Yeah Garcia, besides if Spence did get a girlfriend then I think that’s great for him.” JJ chuckled and Derek rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.
“I’m back! I picked up the shrimp and some wine. I also got some beers if you want any. The coolers are for me, you can have one but don’t take any of the pink ones. I like those ones.” A familiar voice sounded through the house.
The sound of socks hitting the floor padded through the house and a young woman walked in. The woman from the photo more specifically. Her hair was in long braids that curled around her waist. She was gorgeous, a red scarf was wrapped around her neck to protect her from the chilly winter air. More specifically she was familiar.
More specifically she was from a different team. More specifically a member of the HRT. The Hostage Rescue Unit. They’ve seen Spencer speaking with her a lot. They’ve teased him for their closeness multiple times, and knew they were a bit closer. But Emily didn’t know they were such close friends. For her to just walk into his home this way.
No offense to Spencer but when Emily said she was hot, she meant she was hot. Like she just stepped out of a magazine. And she never thought Spencer would have it in him to pull. Spencer was certainly nothing to sneeze at but my god was this woman attractive.
She was making her way through the house, to the kitchen lightly waddling. She held a bag of groceries and as if she could feel all the eyes on her she turned.
“Oh hi! I’m sorry, I ran out to the grocery store. I didn’t realize we ran out of shrimp but the food will be done soon.” She beamed at them and put one of her hands on her hips. And Emily did as profilers do. She profiled even if she didn’t truly mean too. She was wearing pajama pants, and a puffy coat that was zipped open to reveal a white tank top. Above all she radiated joy, confidence and comfort.
“It’s nice to see you again.” Hotch cleared his throat, and she nodded at the members of the BAU.
“You got the shrimp?” Spencer called, coming out of the kitchen, slipping his phone into the pocket of his pants. He came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively angled her head to his and pushed herself up onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on his lips.
Penelope was on the verge of exploding, her mouth open in a wide grin. She let out an excited squeal. The two agents jumped upon hearing the high pitched noise and everyone on the couch turned to face her.
“What?! Oh my god, when were you gonna tell us?!” Penelope asked, bounding up from the couch. Spencer looked confused above all as Penelope raced towards him and his apparent girlfriend.
“I didn’t think I had to, we weren’t exactly shy about it.” Spencer laughed as he looked at Penelope basically bouncing up and down in front of him. She giggled and Penelope paused.
“Dude we thought you were just friends?” Derek questioned from the couch. Spencer shook his head, looking more and more shocked by the second.
“So how long has this been going on?” Emily asked with a laugh. She had to laugh! How could she not be happy for Spencer? He looked so happy, he literally hadn’t stopped smiling since she came into the door and they kissed.
“Like a year? I mean, I know we jumped the gun with moving, but my lease was up and I decided that this would work and I couldn’t find anywhere close enough to work. We decided to go for it.” Spencer added, scratching the back of his neck.
“You guys really had no idea? I mean I tell you guys that we go out every weekend, I have a picture of her on my desk. We literally come to work together everyday.” Spencer exclaimed, motioning around with his hands.
“I don't see you that often at work, they probably don’t really notice those things.” She rationalized to him and rubbed a hand over his chest. He never moved his hand from around her waist.
It all made sense. The candles littered around the house, the small basket of yarn and needles on the floor next to one of the arm chairs. The food even smelt too seasoned to be like anything Spencer could cook, the photos that Emily was just now realizing were taken of Spencer. The romance novel that Emily saw sitting on the glass coffee table. How spotless the entire house was. The shoes, the coat, Emily was just mad at herself for not recognizing the photo.
“Well. Way to go Reid, I didn’t know you had it in you.” She smirked at Derek’s remark and stood on her toes again. She whispered something in Spencer’s ear and he cackled with his mouth open in shock.
He was turning a bashful shade of red and his voice squeaked as he sent her away.
“I’ll be finished with your food soon, you guys.” Trailing into the kitchen, Spencer glanced over as if to check if she needed anything.
“Oh gosh, you didn’t have to cook for us! Thank you so much!” Emily exclaimed, realizing that she was just sitting there like a fish with her mouth wide open.
“Let her cook, why not enjoy dinner and a movie?” Rossi joked. It seemed like the shock had dissipated and JJ giggled, her blonde hair shining like the Sun and Emily noted how her entire face lit up like a star.
“Honey, can you come help me with these groceries?” Spencer nodded, following her into the kitchen. They watched, waiting to watch them fully go into the kitchen. Then like little girls at a sleepover, they leaned back into their huddle.
“Wow!”
“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves.” Hotch tried to keep the peace before his team of impatient agents ran rampant. Emily herself felt like she needed answers and she needed them now.
“Did you see the way he looked at her? They’re so cute, I had a feeling when he came to work that one time smelling like perfume and wearing the same clothes but they were like all up on each other.” Penelope whispered excitedly.
“I always knew opposites attract. You know they make a handsome couple too.” The excitement died down for a second and everyone had to look at Rossi. Who even used that phrasing anymore?
“You’re so old, Rossi.” JJ giggled and Hotch shook his head. Rossi smiled playfully, the way he always did when they made fun of him for being ancient.
“What do they even talk about? I mean sure they have stuff in common but for a whole year? I wasn’t expecting that!” Emily exclaimed.
“Reid’s never short on things to talk about.” Derek teased and Penelope swatted him again.
“I mean I noticed he’d been a bit happier but I wasn’t expecting this! I guess you just never know.” JJ added in, glancing over to the kitchen to make sure the two weren’t standing right there.
“We can find out what they talk about.” No one wanted to admit it but they wanted to snoop so bad. So bad that when Penelope suggested it the best thing to do was to stop talking and be extra quiet so they could hear. Even Hotch, slowly reclined.
Over the clatter of pans, the soft clinking of bottles and things being put away, and dishes being taken out they heard her voice.
“Emily brought us some wine. Pink.” Spencer’s voice broke through and Emily tensed up. Oh god, what if they hated the wine?
“Oh my favorite. I’ve always liked that Emily. If it wasn’t for you, I’d go for her.” She laughed and plopped something into what sounded like a liquid.
Derek made some funny eyebrows at Emily and Emily felt her cheeks heat up. JJ and Penelope both grabbed each other to stifle a laugh. As bad as it was to listen to your teammate and his girlfriend's conversation, they couldn’t stop.
“Aw babe don’t pout.” Then a kissing noise.
“There’s that smile. Also I picked up some condoms, we were down to six and you know we go through those like crazy. Speaking of which, I was thinking, do we really need those? I mean I’m on the pill and at the rate we go we’d save more money just not having sex. To be honest we spend a bit too much money on that stuff anyways and I don’t want to replace another bed frame. I like this one and we literally just got it. That or we just need to stop having sex so often. The call is totally yours but that bitch who works at the front cashier keeps looking at me funny everytime she sees me walk up.” It took a moment for everyone to process what she was talking about. It really took a moment. An identical frown spread over both Rossi and Hotch, and Derek had to put his fist in his mouth to avoid cackling.
Oh god, this was an awful idea. Now there was just awkward silence. None of them could say anything even if they wanted to.
“So my options are death, death or going raw?” Spencer whined immediately. Emily focused her eyes on something else instantly, the patterned carpet on the floor, the TV that was showing different scenery as it was in rest mode.
“Oh my god, you are so dramatic! You’re not going to die if we don’t have sexy every day.” The sound of a spoon clattering down and then she broke out into a fit of giggles.
“But how do you know!” He whined again.
“Like I said, it's your choice. It doesn’t really matter to me, I’m just sick of always having to go to the store. And you’re squeezing my ribs.”
“I like your idea. Besides, we have abortion money.” She gasped softly and then broke into light laughter. JJ’s jaw dropped open and Derek snorted before he covered his nose. Of everything that was expected it wasn’t that.
“That’s awful, baby.” She scolded and Emily got a mental image of the two. Was she standing in front of the stove, the smell of food wafting through the house, Spencer standing behind her with arms wrapped firmly around her? If Emily wasn’t so uncomfortable right now her mouth would be watering. It would also warm her heart to hear how happy her friend was.
“I’m sorry.” He joined in on the laughter.
“Oh my god we’re being awful host! Plate up the soup and I’ll pour the wine.”
Once the two came back out, it was hard to even look at Spencer knowing that he had apparently helped break a bed frame. Even if he was holding trays of the most mouth watering gumbo.
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Prompt/Summary: Aaron Hotchner’s sister moves in for the season.
Pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Hotchner!Reader, Aaron Hotchner x Sister!Reader
Requested? Nope
Spencer remembers the first time he heard your name. It was shouted angrily across the bullpen by Sean in an effort to defend his own actions.
“Don’t patronize me, Aaron. You didn’t act like this when Y/N dropped out of med school,” Sean argued from his place at the bottom of the shallow staircase.
Something in Hotch’s features shifted defensively, “That was different, and you know it.”
Sean rolled his eyes, and Hotch continued, “Look, all I’m saying is you're 25 years old, and it—“
“You know what? Don’t profile me, Aaron,” Sean interrupted, pointing accusingly at his older brother before turning on his heel and storming back through the glass doors.
The air became awkwardly tense as Hotch helplessly watched his brother leave. The bullpen emptied seconds later, and Spencer refocused his attention, vaguely taking in the information that there was yet another Hotchner who went to and then left medical school.
———
After that, Hotch mentioned your name as sporadically as any other members of his family.
“Y/N will be here for Christmas, and Jack is excited.”
“I have to mail my sister’s birthday gift or she’ll send me a woeful letter about being abandoned.”
“My sister sent us all food for working late.”
Spencer wasn’t one to pry, so he would always just nod along. Taking in her kindness and tidbits of information, eventually allowing letting it all to fall to the back of his mind. It was months before he heard your name again, when JJ questioned everyone’s weekend plans Wednesday morning as they waited for Hotch to come in and start the briefing.
“This one’s a doozy so, I hope it won’t interrupt your weekend plans,” JJ said as she passed out files around the table.
“I hope not, I just got a new couch and was hoping to break it in with a fine lady or two,” Morgan chimed in with a sly smirk on his face.
Emily grimaced, “Ugh, remind me never to sleep over.”
“C’mon, Em, you know you’re welcome anytime. The more the merrier,” he winked, sending light laughter through the table.
“Pass, I’ll be shopping this weekend — sample sales,” she smiled.
“Oh, count me in. Will’s on a stakeout so I’ve got all the time in the world,” JJ said excitedly.
“Girls day!” Penelope clapped her hands together, “I’ll get an itinerary together while you all are away,” she told them, already tapping on her phone.
“Spence, you wanna come? We’ll be near that new bookstore…” JJ offered before trailing off upon realizing his gaze was focused on the window where they could see Hotch speaking into the receiver of his cell with a smile on his face.
“Reid?” Rossi spoke up from his place, interest finally piqued.
“Yo, pretty boy?” Morgan prompted.
“Have you ever seen Hotch smile so much on the phone?” Spencer asked, ignoring their questioning.
“Only if he’s talking to Hailey,” JJ said.
Rossi nodded before adding his own guess, “Or Jack, maybe. He’s not doing that thing with his hands like when he talks to Hailey.” Eyebrows raised in his direction, “What? I’m good at my job.”
“Oh! Or maybe it’s—“ Peneople began before getting cutoff by Hotch’s catlike entrance at the back door.
“Let’s get started,” he spoke, slipping his cell into this breast pocket.
“Of course but first, any weekend plans sir?” Penelope asked innocently and Hotch blinked at her before taking his seat.
“Yes, my sister is moving to New York City and I’m helping so I’d like to be back by Friday,” he urged, eyes flicking to JJ’s still-standing form in front of the board.
“Right so, this unsub…”
———
Though you were nearby now, Spencer didn’t actually meet you for several years, after the team wrapped up the the terroist case in New York.
You rushed into the hospital while Aaron received his check-up the next morning after things had mostly settled. You woke up startled by your brother’s sudden call from an unknown number, and after living in anxiety with the shootings and bombings, you were happy to hear his voice. You barely dressed, throwing on a pair of wash day sweats and a Planet Hollywood hoodie you swiped from Sean, and whatever slip-ons were closest to the door.
You fussed over him when the nurse left, double-checking his temperature and making sure he wasn’t in too much pain.
“Y/N I’m fine,” Aaron argued, moving to stand but you pushed on his shoulders to keep him in place.
“Fine? Someone tried to blow you up Aar, that’s not fine,” you argued checking him over again, taking in all of the bandages and weary look in his eyes.
You were about to administer a concussion test when the curtain was unceremoniously pulled open by a wide-eyed young man with shoulder length brown hair. He looked between you both, confused.
“Ah, sorry, the nurse told me where you were. I didn’t know I wasn’t your first visitor,” he spoke to Hotch, eyes skating over your features momentarily as he tried to place you.
Hotch took the distraction as a chance to stand and begin to collect his belongings.
“Reid, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N this is Dr. Spencer Reid, he’s a member of my team,” He spoke working his arms discreetly into his suit jacket.
Spencer gave you a small smile and wave as recognition crossed over his face and you were suddenly very self concious as you waved back. Your cheeks heated under his brown eyes, he was far too attractive to be meeting in a serious situation and dressed like some kind of escapee.
“Nice to meet you, Doctor. No handshake right? I’m assuming you’re here for pick up,” you glared at your bother.
Spencer’s face morphed briefly in surprise, eyes quickly darting between the pair. He has never heard someone talk to Hotch like that—except maybe Rossi and he certainly didn’t expect it from someone who looked as young as himself. Hotch stared back at you, and Spencer glanced at his watch before lightly clearing his throat. You looked at him a beat later, and he quickly thought that your eyes were achingly beautiful with a gaze so intense he had to look at his boss again to refocus.
“Yeah, we have a final debrief at 1PP before we can go,” he explained.
That was enough for Aaron to push past you, “Of course,” he nodded, “And Y/N, I’m fine and I really do need to go.”
After a moments hesitation, you caved, “Fine but listen to the Doctors, Dr. Reid included,” you threw a tiny smile in his direction, “And text the second you’re home.”
“I will.”
“Promise?” You held out your pinky and he didn’t hesitate to interlock his own with yours.
“Promise,” the finality in his tone settled your nerves a bit.
You all walked out of the hospital together. You pulled Aaron into the tightest hug you could and smiled at Spencer once more and gave one last wave.
“Nice meeting you, Dr. Reid. Get him back in one piece for me.”
“Promise,” Spencer found himself saying and a soft chuckle fell past your lips as Aaron looked at the younger man with a question in his eyes.
Spencer didn’t care as his eyes followed you all the way until you took a corner and disappeared. Even as you left his field of vision, he had a feeling he’d never forget you.
THE CASUALNESS OF THAT COLLIE SLIPPING RIGHT OUT OF THEIR COLLAR. That dude is a Willing Participant of this walk and by god everyone else is going to follow the RULES.
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Summary: Satoru and Suguru are a happily married couple. Satoru is your older brother and yet, due to circumstances, you’re having an affair with Suguru behind his back. But that’s not all that’s afoot in this situation…
Disclaimer: SatoSugu X Fem!Reader. Cheating/affairs galore. Twincest.
You huffed, the chill of the air causing your breath to leave your lips in a white puff. You tapped your foot on the ground impatiently, contemplating ringing the doorbell two more times just to show the residents that they needed to hurry up. Your grip on the bag in your hand tightened, paper crinkling a bit against your palm.
You perked up once you heard footsteps approaching and the sound of the lock being undone, pushing the door open before your brother could even get a word in.
"Woah! Relax, firecracker." Satoru said, moving out of the way just in time so the door didn't smash against his face. Not that there was much risk of that happening considering his infinity.
"S-Sorry!" You said, not feeling apologetic at all, "But it's freezing cold out there! Would it have killed you to open the door faster?"
"It literally took less than ten seconds for me to come get you."
"Ten seconds too many. I texted you that I was close. Why weren't you waiting by the door?"
"Oh, I'm so terribly sorry for my blight, Princess!" Satoru mocked despite helping you take your coat off, the heat in the house slowly tampering your shivers, "Would you like me to run you a hot bath for your troubles? Or perhaps madam would prefer the finest glass of champagne to warm her up?"
"Yes and yes."
Satoru rolled his eyes as he hung your coat up, ushering you in once your shoes were off, picking up your suitcase. You looked around, humming in approval over the decor, "It's only been a month but I like what you've done with the place! Big improvement."
"Oh, don't give Satoru any of the credit now."
A third person walked out from where the kitchen was, the smell of yummy food following him. Suguru walked upto you and gave you a quick and polite side hug, "You know I did all of the work."
"Hey, it was my credit card that paid for everything." Satoru said, moving forward to poke Suguru on the cheek, "I contributed."
"And you looked good doing it." Suguru purred, pinching his husband's cheek back before leaning forward and giving it a kiss. You rolled your eyes at their instant affection, making them chuckle.
"I'll keep this in the guest room." Satoru said, gesturing to the suitcase in hand, "Suguru is almost done with preparing lunch but I still need a shower so you better not start without me."
"You got it, boss." you said with a mock salute, "...but seriously, thank you guys for letting me stay here. I promise I won't be a nuisance."
"You're family. You're never a nuisance." Suguru said, ruffling your hair but your brother had to chime in with a laugh.
"Don't speak so soon baby. Give it a few days and she'll be raiding your sweets and then blame the dog for eating it." Satoru teased to which you clicked your tongue and tried to kick him.
"That was one time you ass! And we were like five!"
"And it was still one of the funniest things I've ever experienced."
"It's barely been minutes and I'm already regretting my decision."
Suguru laughed, enjoying the sibling banter, "Satoru, stop teasing her and go take a bath."
"I'd go a lot faster if you join me~"
"You know that will only take longer."
"Ew. Yuck." You grimaced, "Not in front of me, please."
"Get used to it. It's all downhill from here." your brother teased. With a friendly shove, Satoru walked away, presumably to keep your luggage in your room before he hopped in the shower.
"How was the Kyoto branch?" Suguru asked as he led you towards the kitchen, a pot of miso soup still on the stove.
You shrugged your shoulders, a tired sigh leaving your lips. "Tough. Busy. But pretty good. Those kids have a lot of potential."
You didn't work as a teacher in Jujutsu high like your brother and Suguru but instead, you were often behind the scenes. Even though it is a school about Jujutsu sorcery, there was still a lot of legal and operational management that had to happen. You were one of the staff overseeing a lot of things but your main job was to make sure the student experience was as smooth and educational as could be.
Your job this time around was to organize the logistics of the upcoming tournament where the Kyoto and Tokyo branch will go up against each other and luckily, you had a brother who lived in Tokyo and so, you didn’t need to splurge on staying in a hotel because lord knows the school wouldn’t cover those expenses for you.
"Hey, let me know if I can help with some-mmph!"
Suguru suddenly surged forward, one hand cupping your jaw, another arm around your waist before he pulled you flush against him and kissed you. Your eyes widened as his soft lips pressed against yours, kissing you like he was trying to eat you whole. He groaned as he got to slip his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with yours in a familiar routine. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your chest pressing against his as you made out with your brother- in-law, the sound of your lips and tongues smacking against each other echoing through the still air.
But you quickly came back to your senses, gasping against the kiss before you unwrapped your arms. You gripped his biceps, pushing him and finally, Suguru parted from you.
"Fuck- I missed you." He groaned, leaning forward to slot his face against your neck, taking in a deep breath before he plated his lips on you again. You squirmed, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning as he cornered you against the counter, one hand gripping the tile while the other was still holding you.
"S-Sugu!" You gasped as he licked your neck, the man knowing how sensitive you were, "W-We talked about this! We can't- hah- we can't do this anymore..."
"You expect me to live under the same roof as you and keep my hands to myself?" he asked like you had just asked him to grab the moon, "Not a chance."
"You have to!" you scolded, whimpering as he continued to mouth at your neck, the part of you that you knew he enjoyed teasing, "You're married to my brother!"
"Come on pretty. That didn't stop us before." Suguru reminded, "Fuck. Turn around."
You scolded yourself for complying as Suguru grabbed you by the waist and made you face the counter, your hands now splayed on the marble as he pressed himself against you. It wasn't rocket science to know what the hot, hardening thing pressed up against your ass was, especially when Suguru leaned over your body, pressing himself flush against you before he started rutting his hips.
"See what you do to me?" he groaned deeply against your ear, "I wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the door."
"S-Sugu- please-" you whimpered, so weak against his hungry, hungry desire for you, "We have to stop- Satoru will c-catch us."
"You know how loud he is when he enters a room. We'll hear him before he catches us." Suguru said with far too much confidence, "Be good for me, baby."
You felt so pathetic as your will crumbled under his words, under his touch. The guilt ate up at you but not enough to make you want to actually stop. Suguru was humping at you wildly, giving your clothed ass a few mean thrusts before he suddenly pulled away. You blinked at the loss of his warmth, almost begging him to come back but you watched as he suddenly sunk down onto his knees behind you.
Uh oh.
You shivered as his hands started to run up your leg and slide underneath your skirt, bunching up the fabric as he went up and up before he caught what he was looking for. Gripping the waistband of your panties, he started to peel it off of you, a greedy look on his face as he told you to step out of them. Your nerves were on fire, anxiety shooting through you as you made sure to pay attention in case Satoru were to walk in. The strongest sorcerer in Jujutsu history- he could easily blast away the two of you with his powers if he found out about this monumental betrayal.
Of course he wouldn't but-
"Bend over babe. Arc that back for me."
Your legs shivered as you did what you're told, pressing your chest against the cold tile but you barely registered it. Your breath felt hot as your panting only increased as Suguru pocketed your panties before he started to lift your skirt up. He pushed it up and over your ass quickly, cursing under his breath as your bare sex was exposed to him.
"There she is~" he purred, leaning forward to plant a kiss against your ass cheek, "My favorite girl."
"Just- shut up and get this over with!" you hissed, face flushing red with shame and arousal. Suguru laughed before he gave your ass a mean spank, making you gasp. "You're dripping already. Don't act like you don't want this as badly as I do."
With that, Suguru grabbed both your cheeks, squeezing them a bit before he parted them more to show off your weepy kitty. He licked his lips, hunger in his eyes as the thumb of his left hand reached down to grip at your pussy lip before he pulled that too, truly exposing every nook and cranny of your cunt.
"Perfect."
Suguru leaned forward and planted a greedy, open mouthed kiss to your cunt which instantly had your knees wobbling. You brought a fist upto your mouth and bit your knuckles as Suguru started eating you out passionately. He was always wicked with his tongue, knowing just where to lick and suck to have you whimpering.
"Mmph- fuck yes-" he panted between sloppy kisses and greedy licks, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he did, "Tasty little pussy- mmwah~"
You could feel the blood rush to your ears, the sound of his tongue slurping up your juices and your own panting filling your senses. You thought back to how you wound up in this situation to begin with - where you were having an affair with your own brother's husband but a suckle to your clit had your thoughts dissipating, unable to focus on anything else but his mouth on you. Your knees trembled and at some point, the table was holding you up more than your own legs.
“Mmmph, baby~” he moaned, sucking a lip into his mouth, “I can tell you- mm- missed me too. So needy for me~”
He slid his tongue inside you and you almost drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your skin. You quickly let go though as you didn’t need Satoru noticing it and asking you how you got hurt. You placed your forehead against the cold tile of the counter, body shaking as his tongue worked its way into your pulsating hole, his hands greedily grabbing at your ass cheeks. It has been a few months since you last slept with Suguru but your body clearly remembers how easy it is to submit to him.
“Fuck. I need you.” the man growled as he stood back up. You almost mewled at the loss of his mouth on you but the clink of him unbuckling his belt got you to snap your head back at him.
“Wh- here?! Now?!” you hissed, watching as he pulled his cock out and- oh lord you forgot how thick he was. You gulped down the saliva that pooled in your mouth, scolding yourself for being such a depraved whore that the situation wasn’t deterring you as much as you wanted it to.
“Yeah. I can’t wait anymore. Suguru said, one hand gripping your waist while the other held his cock steady, your brother in law moving forward so the tip of his leaky cock kissed your dripping wet entrance.
“W-We can’t!” you whined, “Satoru could be here any- oooohhh ah- ah- fuck-”
Suguru started to slide inside you and you almost saw white. Your fingers clenched uselessly against the counter, trying to grab onto something to ground you into reality. His cockhead popped in before he slowly drove more and more of himself inside you. He let go on his dick once he was in enough, opting to use that hand to gently press it over your mouth.
You cried against it, your moans muffled by his palm as he just pushed and pushed, your hole stretching to accommodate him. Eventually, his hips were pressed flush against your ass and both of you moaned simultaneously once he was balls deep.
“Oh fuck. Oh…fuck!” Suguru hissed softly, his face a beet red and his grip on you tightening, “You feel so good- I forgot how- ah- how tightly this pretty pussy hugs me.”
You couldn’t even say anything in response. All you could hope and pray for is that Satoru takes his infamous long showers and won’t be walking in on the two of you. Pushing your skirt down would have been easy enough but this- with Suguru’s cock inside you- there’s no amount of quick thinking that would save you.
Suguru pulled out a bit before pushing back in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the familiar sensation. Your body clearly missed him like she was welcoming back an old friend, your cunt gushing around his length. He leaned over you, pressing his front against your back so he could snuggle his head against your neck, muffling his own moans as he started rutting into you.
“Missed you.” he panted against you, hand still tight over your mouth, “Missed this. Missed us.”
You hiccuped at the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin, his heavy balls swinging and kissing your clit every time he thrust forward. You didn’t say it out loud but you missed him too. Suguru just had a dangerously intimate knowledge of your body, breaking you down with just a look if he needed to. He was daring and greedy, never one to shy away from his desires and he knew your morals were bankrupt enough to enjoy this with him.
“Are you- mmph- still on the pill?” he asked, nibbling at your ear which made your heart skip a beat. You knew you shouldn’t but you nodded, knowing full well why he asked.
“Good. Okay. Fuck.” he continued to pant against you, the two of your bodies getting in sync with each other. The riskiness of the situation only heightened the sensations and you found yourself being driven to climax, your cunt squeezing down on him tighter. Suguru could feel it too as he suddenly pulled away from you. You took a deep breath as he took his hand away from your mouth but you gasped as he suddenly grabbed your hips before he really started pounding into you.
If the noise before was suspect, the sound now was downright diabolical.
Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap
Your could feel your ass rippled with each aggressive thrust forward, Suguru amping up the tempo as he fucked you silly. His cockhead kissed your cervix each time, making your eyes water from the sensation. Juices ran down one leg as he fucked you like an animal - like a man on a mission.
“Cu-Cum- gonna-” you babbled softly, drool threatening to pool out of your mouth.
“Cum for me, baby.” Suguru groaned, his dick throbbing inside you, “Cum. Cum. Cum!”
Not needing any more instruction, you came. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a spine tingling orgasm washed over you. Your pussy sqeeeezed around him, clenching from the force of your climax, sticky juices spurting out of you. Your fingers locked as you convulsed, using all of your energy and will power to not make a sound. You were so taken by your own orgasm that it took you a second to register the sensation of something warm pouring inside you.
Suguru bit his lower lip as he came, balls clenching as he pumped his seed inside you. He usually lasted much longer but considering the circumstances, you couldn’t really blame him. Besides, the faster he came, the safer it was for you.
“That’s it- good fucking girl!” He panted, hips pressed flush against your ass, his own body trembling from the pleasure. Once he was spent, he slowly pulled out, the sound of your pussy fighting to keep him inside making your ears burn. He popped, cock slick with cum and juices, hanging between his legs spent and satisfied. You stayed there for a second, catching your breath as the guilt slowly started to creep back in even as Suguru pushed your skirt back over your body and rightened your clothes.
“My p-panties-”
“Oh, they’re mind now, baby girl. You better tighten up and make sure you don’t drip my cum on the floor.”
You whimpered. You forgot how mean Suguru could be.
“...On your knees. Clean me up.” he whispered, before he grabbed your arm and you went along willingly, as you always did. Even in your dizzy state, you slid down to your knees and just as you opened your mouth, he slid in. You groaned at the taste, a mix of both of your juices, a trademark taste of infidelity.
“We’re going to have so much fun.” Suguru promised, petting your hair as he cleaned up his cock with your mouth, “I can’t wait~”
~~~~~
The steam seemed to follow you as you exited the bathroom, your hair wrapped in a towel. Your pajamas sat loose on your body, your skin twinged a light pink from the heat of your bath. You took extra time to wash out the cum and sweat on you, the guilt unable to be washed away along with it.
The three of you enjoyed a lovely dinner, sitting by a table that was a mere foot away from where you were bent over by your brother's husband. You laughed, chatted, gossiped and everything in between, almost forgetting what you had just done. It didn’t help that Suguru didn’t seem to hold any remorse if the way he was playing footsie with you under the table was anything to go by.
You gnawed at your lower lip as you sat down by the vanity, plugging in the blow dryer before you aimed it towards your damp hair, your mind spiraling. You couldn't believe you were doing this. Sleeping around with Suguru behind Satoru's back was the ultimate betrayal. You were doing something awful to your loved one- consciously making the decisions to fall deeper and deeper down this depraved rabbit hole. Of course, Suguru was to blame as well, but you were both guilty in this affair.
Perhaps under 'normal' circumstances you would have confessed to Satoru. Fall down to your knees and beg for his forgiveness while informing him that the man he chose to marry was a dirty pervert who held no guilt or remorse over betraying his spouse in such a monumental manner and with his husband's little sister, nevertheless.
But, despite all of that, you knew you couldn't say anything.
Because of course, the situation couldn't be as simple as that.
It was 2 AM when you woke up. You groaned, eyes tightening before you slowly started to blink them open as you started to wake up but you were confused as it was still dark out. You were about to push yourself up when you quickly noted the warm weight pressed against your body as well as the not so subtle bump underneath your blanket.
You hissed as something wet and warm swiped over your skin as you pulled the blanket up to see what or rather who was underneath it.
"Satoru, what are you doing?"
Your top was pushed up to your collarbone, leaving your breasts bare to the night air. Satoru simply hummed as he continued to lap against your hard nipple, long eyelashes tickling your skin as your other breast was gently cupped in his hand.
"Feeding. Duh."
"Your-" you hiccuped as he suddenly sealed his lips around the nipple and started to suck, gentle pressure on your sensitive buds, "Your husband is in the other room! What if he wakes up and - hah- searches for you?!"
"Why would he assume I'm here?" Satoru asks between suckles, "He has no reason to come to your room."
God you hoped that was true. If Suguru were to wake up and find that his husband wasn't in bed, chances are he'd want to sneak into your room to play with you just for the thrill. And if that were to happen, there would be truly no explaining it.
"But, in any case, I've locked the door."
You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding, body heating up as your brother suckled your boob gently, like a baby trying to feed. He was just as spoiled and bratty as he was when the two of you first started fooling around together all those years ago. And despite being a married man, it was a habit he refused to change.
“Satoru we can’t-” you huffed at the irony of the situation and that this was the second time you were having this argument, “We can’t do this anymore! You’re married and plus- we’re siblings!”
“Oh, really? I had no idea.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” you clicked your tongue, pulling on his ear as punishment, “I’m being serious! This is such a- mmph- huge betrayal.”
“Oh, come on.” Satoru said with an affectionate roll of his eyes as he used his grip on you to push your breasts together, “ You knew what you were getting yourself into. We’re going to live together for a month and did you actually believe I was going to keep my hands to myself?”
Satoru snorted at your silence, the way your mouth opened and closed pointlessly as you searched for a reply being a sufficient response for him. He shoved his face into the tight heat of your cleavage, pushing your boobs together even as he snuggled into the gab. He let out a soft brrrr sound as he motorboated you, truly indulging himself in your body.
“You have a-” you hiccuped as he pulled away from motorboating to instead run his tongue over your right nipple now, “A husband! What- the two of you aren’t fucking enough so you need your little sister?”
“Fuck- it’s so hot when you say it like that~” Satoru purred as he flicked your bud with his tongue, “Suguru’s great. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect man. But I need you too. It’s as simple as that.”
Tits still squeezed together, Satoru opened his mouth wide before taking both nipples into his mouth at once, eyelashes fluttering as he gave you a toe curling suck that had you slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from squealing.
“Sa-Satoru…this is so w-wrong…”
“We’ve known that for a long time.” he said, “Why stop now?”
You knew why. Both of you did. You were siblings. He was married. You were secretly sleeping with his husband. This situation was fucked up on every level imaginable.
But yet, when Satoru slid inside you, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt in awhile.
Clothes strewn on the floor, the two of you embraced each other's naked forms as your older brother took you. You wrapped your arms around him, whimpering at the familiar sensation of his hot, hard cock kissing your insides. The intimacy of bare skin pressed against each other, heat and sweat combining into one. The thrill and the excitement of this tremendously taboo relationship still felt as exhilarating as the first time the two of you crossed this boundary.
Your nails dug into the skin of his back, only to immediately pull away as you couldn’t leave any marks on him. And it took you a second just as Satoru was sucking on your neck- that he couldn’t leave any marks on you either.
“N-No marks!” you hissed, shrugging your shoulders up to push him away before he left a hickey behind.
“Why not?” he asked with a lilt in his tone that made your ears burn, his bright blue eyes sparkling in innocence- a tactic he knew works on you.
Because i’m fucking your husband and he’ll obviously notice a hickey he didn’t put on me.
“I-I’m living with Suguru too now.” you said, “And I haven’t l-left the house today. He’ll figure it out if he sees a m-mark.”
“Then I'll mark you where he can’t see.” Satoru proclaimed, leaning down to kiss at the fat of your breast clearly ready to leave at least a bite mark on you but you had to push him away again.
“You can’t! We-” you hiccuped as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, “We can’t risk it. You never know what h-he might notice and-” you pulled out your own tactic as you hugged him while simultaneously locking your legs around his thrusting hips, “I don’t wanna get caught, Toru. I wanna keep doing this~”
Satoru hissed, his eyes widening and his cock throbbing inside you. He hugged you back just as tightly, two siblings locked in a naked, sweaty intimate embrace as his hips picked up the pace, pounding into you recklessly. He also could never say no to you.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re here.” he panted against your neck, balls slapping you every time he rutted forward, “I missed you. You’re mine. Only mine.”
Well, that’s not entirely true.
You continued to bite down your moans, the pleasure of making love with your brother making your mind go blank. You’d figure out this messy situation later. For now, you just wanted to get filled up for the second time today.
The two of you kissed, his tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced familiarity, truly connecting the two of you in all ways. His thick cock was slamming you so deliciously, the two of you knowing each other's bodies like the back of your hands.
“C-Close- I’m close.” you mewled softly against his lips, the space between you two somehow feeling too far.
“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” your brother cooed as he slid a hand down between your bodies to gently press the pad of his finger against your clit, “Cum all over big brothers cock?”
“Please.” you begged, hips bucking as he swiped over the bud, “I need- fuck- missed you.”
Satoru smiled, kissing your cheek, “I know baby. Big brother is here. I got you. Cum for me.”
And you did. Satoru had to kiss you and shove his tongue down your throat to prevent you from screaming the house down from the intense pleasure of your climax. He milked you through it, his strong body holding your trembling form down. He came with you, his whimpers swallowed by your own lips as the two of you crossed the line once again. He pumped you full- his balls throbbing with each load of his seed filling you up.
It was perfect. It felt perfect.
The two of you continued to stay like that even as the adrenaline died down. Lips locks in a messy makeout session of teeth and tongue- his cock still pulsing inside you as you cockwarmed him, the cum inside you heating you up from the inside- arms and legs still tangled in a big, sweaty embrace.
“Mmph. Baby.” Satoru called out breathlessly, “We’re going to have so much fun~”
~~~~~
You placed the last cup of hot coffee on the counter, your own mug nestled in your hand as you took a sip. You knew the other two would be by your side in a matter of minutes so you took the extra time to make everyone a morning cup of Joe.
Satoru snuck out of your room last night after a few minutes of cuddling and a quick jump in the shower before leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully, you fell asleep almost immediately so you didn’t contemplate your situation all that much. But now, clean and with a clear mind, the guilt crashed down on you all over again.
You bit your lower lip as a warm hand gently landed on your ass, Suguru giving you a squeeze.
"...Your door was locked last night." he said softly, confirming your suspicions that he would, indeed, try to visit you.
Yeah cause your husband and my brother was with me, pounding me silly.
"Just...being cautious." you said, shivering as he ran his palm his circles over the curve of your butt, "Satoru was with me so if you show up uninvited- it would be strange, right?"
"I suppose you have a point." Suguru relented. You were surprised at how easy he took it considering you were ready to over explain a situation where Satoru might be with you to play games or watch a movie together but that surprise quickly turned into shame because of course, Suguru would never assume your brother would be in your room to have sex.
"I guess that means we keep fooling around the way we are." he concluded, giving your butt a few soft pats, making your cheek ripple a bit under your shorts, "Or think of a way to get into your bed without it being suspicious."
You shouldn't. Oh you shouldn't. This is the perfect opportunity to put a stop to everything. All you have to do is say no, that your affair needs to end and that you cannot keep betraying your brother like this.
"...I'll text you when it's safe." you say, the shame of it all building up even more inside you. Suguru grinned, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, he leaned down and kissed you. You couldn’t deny the way you melted into the kiss, your shoulders relaxing as he held you. Your gasp got swallowed by him as his free hand came up to grab your breast over your t-shirt, feeling you up shamelessly.
The two of you broke the kiss and again, Suguru looked down the hallway to make sure his husband wasn’t going to walk in before he grabbed the bottom of your shirt. You didn’t even try to fight it when Suguru pushed your shirt up to expose your bare breasts, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down and gave them a kiss. Your nipples were still a bit sensitive from last night so when Suguru wrapped his lips around a nipple, you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stay quiet.
The shirt fell over his head, covering him up as he suckled on you. Both hands were now on your ass and he was groping you without a care in the world, suckling on your nipple like it was a casual activity.
You jumped when you heard the door to the couple’s bedroom close and you started to lightly smack Suguru. He pulled away from you, helping you righten your shirt but not before he gave your tits a final squeeze. He took a step back just as Satoru walked into the dining room.
“Good morning.” he said, voice tired and scratchy as he walked up to the kitchen area. Suguru smiled as he leaned in and the two men shared a kiss.
“You sleep okay?” Suguru asked him as he ran a hand through Satoru’s white locks, “It seems like the two of you stayed up all night.”
You blushed, hiding your face.
“We had a lot of catching up to do.” Satoru explained, “It was good but,” he yawned, “I could definitely go for more sleep.”
“Too bad. Duty calls, baby.”
“I know, I know.”
With a laugh and a kiss to his cheek, Suguru grabbed his cup of coffee, thanking you for it before he made his way to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote before he turned on the TV.
You could tell the energy left behind was thick and you weren’t even surprised when Satoru embraced you, his lips immediately finding your neck as he gave you a kiss. But you pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"We need to talk about last night." you whispered.
"Still thinking about it, huh? Me too~" Satoru purred, either missing or ignoring your hurried tone even as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, "I've missed you, little sis~"
"No! That's not-" you hissed as he suddenly brought his hands up and squeezed your clothed tits like it was something casual, "You can't keep coming into my bedroom! Suguru will get suspicious!"
"Why?" Satoru asked as he shamelessly felt you up, “What’s wrong with a brother and sister hanging out?”
“Why would we- mmph- hang out with the door locked?” you asked, trembling as his fingers flicked over your nipples, “Besides- he’s bound to hear something. I’ll- I’ll text you when it’s safe.”
“Sure, if that makes you feel better.” he said. And then, much like his husband, he glanced over your shoulder to make sure Suguru was still engrossed in the news. With a lick of his lips, he lifted your shirt up, flashing him your tits.
You rolled your eyes as Satoru dived in, clearly driven by lust and excitement over suckling his sister's tits while his husband was close by. You couldn’t even begin to express the fact that he latched onto the same nipple Suguru did mere minutes ago, so the husbands sharing an indirect kiss on your breast.
Dead dove: do not eat! NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!
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🌸 TW: INCEST (father/daughter), jealous/possessive!Toji, reader also shows signs of jealousy/posessiveness, face slapping (just once), oral sex (f. receiving), somnophilia, cnc/dubcon, cheating, spanking (just once), dirty talk (like GODDAMN FILTHY), use of lots of pretty pet names, talks of pregnancy, unprotected sex, FLUFF
🌸 WC: 8.7K
🌸 AU: Your dad will always put you first before his wife, and he finally gets to treat you like the wife he wanted when you're on a short getaway in another country together.
🌸 AC: Thank you, anon, for the scene suggestion! Hope you liked it. Also, part 4 is going to be the last of the series... Any guesses...🤭
<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞 || Part 4 🔞 >>
“You look good, sweetheart,” Satoru compliments when he meets you and your family at the lobby of your favourite restaurant.
You sneak a glance at your father when your boyfriend snakes a hand around your back and leans down to press a kiss to your temple.
Toji is positively glaring at Satoru, sizing him up wordlessly with a ticked jaw.
You smile back at your boyfriend and try to pull your father’s attention to you. “Thank you. My dad chose it.”
It works.
Toji’s dark green eyes slide over your body, savouring the way the white silk hugs your curves and falls loosely and comfortably at your ankles. Even more when you turn on your expensive diamond studded heels he bought this morning and award him with the criss-cross of white ribbons along your back.
He wishes he could just run his hand down your spine, just like what your boyfriend is doing right now.
Something burns in the pit of his stomach.
When you’re shown to your table, Satoru waits for you to choose a seat before taking the spot next to you. Toji picks up his pace slightly to get behind you, quickly pulling out your chair.
His chest blooms with warmth and pride when you gaze up at him with a smile, thanking him sweetly. When he’s pushed in your seat, he goes around the table to do the same for his wife before taking his own chair opposite your boyfriend, who is politely smiling at him like he hasn’t just disrespected his daughter by not treating her like the princess she is.
Too late for regrets now, Toji exhales a sigh and looks down at the menu, ignoring the man he said he wanted to meet.
You’re sitting at the couch having an ice cream, when your father sinks into the cushion next to you. He glances at the chocolate shelled ice cream in your hand.
Lifting a brow, you tilt the stick toward him. “Want some?”
He doesn’t say anything but moves forward to take a big bite of your ice cream, making you gasp and pull your dessert away abruptly. He laughs when you slap at his shoulder.
“Daddy!” you whine, glaring between whatever little ice cream you’re left with and your triumphant father.
He rolls his eyes, though a smile is still playing on his lips. “I’ll buy more.”
“As you should!” you huff, making him turn to you with an amused look. You grumble quietly before savouring your ice cream, “This was my dessert.”
“That I paid for.”
You turn to give him a look, but he only raises an eyebrow at you and makes a show of running his eyes up and down your body.
“What? Want to argue that Daddy doesn’t pay for your stuff?” Toji is amused when he sees that you have managed to pout while chewing on chocolate. “Don’t know how that Saturo boy is going to keep up with the way you spend like it’s Monopoly money.”
You narrow your eyes on him. “You’re doing it on purpose,” you finally conclude, digressing.
Feigning innocence, your father shifts in his seat and spreads his arm out behind you on the cushion of the couch. “What?” he mutters, eyes on the TV screen.
“Saying Satoru’s name wrong.” Toji doesn’t say anything, but you feel his finger twirling around a tendril of your hair. You take another bite of your ice cream and mumble, “He gives me his card to go shopping too.”
At that, your father swivels his head around to frown at you. “But you still use my card,” he accuses.
A grin tugs on your lips, sweet and cheeky. You tilt your head to give him a mock innocent look, like the reason for that should have been predictable.
“Of course. I feel more comfortable spending Daddy’s money. Less guilt.”
Toji feels his face scrunching up into a disbelieving scorn. “How are you ever going to get married?”
You laugh at his reaction. “What do you mean? You love that I use your money over Satoru’s.”
He won’t admit it, but you note his silence, and the way he draws shapes on your nape lightly. All he says after a moment of ambient TV noises is, “You racked up close to 10K expenditure last month, and that was a thousand higher than the previous month.”
You tilt your head slightly to rest on his shoulder and his finger trails up and down your neck slowly. “You’d rather I use Satoru’s card?”
He scoffs. “Does that boy even have the financial capability?”
You’re not surprised he doesn’t care to remember.
“Of course, Daddy. He owns his own company. He’s spoken about what he does many times.”
Toji pauses. “A company big enough to fund your lifestyle?”
You think about hiding the fact from him to save his pride. But you know he can find out on his own anyway. So you bob your head against the ball of his shoulder.
“You know Limitless.”
Despite his silence, you know that he is aware of Satoru’s company. After all, it is one of the up-and-coming pharmaceutical companies of this generation. Even if Toji’s business is in oil and gas, it’s not likely for anyone not to have heard of Limitless in this day and age unless they don’t have access to the news.
“Just let me know if you’d rather I spend Satoru’s money,” you hum as you nibble on the last of the chocolate on your ice cream stick. “He won’t mind.”
“Shut up.”
You lift your head to face your father, only to see him narrowing his eyes on you, his lips set in a straight line like he is mad.
“What?” You bat your eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.
He clicks his tongue when he sees the look on your face.
You gasp when he slaps your cheek lightly and leans in to press his lips to yours.
“You’re such a spoiled brat,” he mutters when he turns back to the TV.
You laugh and snuggle up to his body. “You raised me spoiled,” you counter.
Toji curls his hand that is on the back of the couch to caress your arm tenderly. He sighs and murmurs, “I know.”
The both of you stay cuddled on the couch for a while, quietly watching the show you’ve put on, with you occasionally making comments. Almost half an hour later, your mother comes down the stairs all freshened up from her bath and goes to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. When she leaves, she stops at the edge of the living room, facing you and Toji.
“I booked a trip to Greece with my friends next month,” she announces.
Your father looks away from the TV to focus on her. “For how long?”
“Two weeks.”
Toji simply hums in acknowledgement, but when she doesn’t move, you feel his body shift slightly. You look up at him to see a frown on his face.
“I’m not stopping you.”
Your mother hesitates before nodding. “I know.”
There is something unasked in the air, and your father catches on to it.
“Oh. How much do you need?”
“I think 20K is more than enough.”
Definitely too much more than enough, you think.
But Toji doesn’t even bat an eye when he nods. “I’ll have it transferred to your account tomorrow. Go to bed.”
Your mother takes a step toward the stairs, only to stop again.
“I’ll wait for you in our room,” she murmurs softly, like she hopes her husband won’t hear her.
Toji hums. “It’s alright. You don’t have to.”
You can see the relief in your mother’s visage at not having to “pay back” for what she asked. She nods and finally gives the both of you a genuine smile, chirpily wishing you a good night.
When she’s finally gone and you hear a door close upstairs, you lean away from your father’s body to glare at him. He turns to you, eyes tracing your upset features as he raises his brows.
“And you complained about me spending 10K last month,” you huff.
A smile tugs on his mouth as he reaches out to cradle your cheek and swipes his thumb on the corner of your downturned lips.
“What, you want to compete with your mother?” He laughs when you look away with a deepened pout. He drops his hand to caress your inner thigh. “There is no competition, baby girl. You’re allowed to drain Daddy’s bank account. If you can.”
You stay pouty, so Toji shifts to pull you towards him, easily sliding you on his lap. Your heart races when he takes your chin and turns you to face him. The corner of his scarred lip tilts up gently.
“Wanna go for a short trip while Mom is gone?”
That melts away your cold shoulder. You wrap your arms around his nape. “Where?”
“Hm. Where do you wanna go? I can take two days off work and we can go somewhere nice over the weekend. Has to be close by though.”
“What about Bali?”
“Yeah?” You nod, grinning. Toji hums and leans in. “Done. I’ll have Shiu book flights and all that tomorrow.”
You giggle and press your lips to his awaiting ones, his big hand already moving to rest on the back of your nape. When you pull back, he drops another quick peck on your lips.
“What are you gonna tell Sutaro?”
You ignore his annoying habit of saying your boyfriend’s name wrong, coming to terms with the fact that he will never want to say it correctly.
“That my Daddy wants to do some father-daughter bonding.” You inch closer so your lips are by his ear. “I’ll leave out the fact that the bonding also consists of you fucking his girlfriend.”
Toji’s laughter is hearty and booming, like he is proud to hear that. He tilts you to face him, taking your lips in a long, sensual kiss that has you moaning into his mouth and your hand gripping onto his collar.
“Very good, Princess,” he praises when you part for air.
You grin at him, cute and pretty. Toji slides his palms to rest on your shoulders as he pulls you away from him, his thin eyes appraising you as they glide down and up your body.
“Shall we go to bed, baby? Sleep with Daddy?”
You bob your head. Toji carries you up easily, bridal style. He turns everything off in his wake as he brings you back to his marital bed, throwing you on the mattress the moment he has locked the door to his room behind him.
“You did look beautiful at dinner, my love,” he murmurs, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
You get on your knees and shuffle toward the edge of the bed to meet him as you smile. “Thank you, Toji.”
Your father stands before you as you rest your hands on his shoulders, sliding them down to meet his that are still undoing his buttons. He lets you take over as he cups your face gently, tilting your head up so he can see you clearly.
“You know what would be so hot, Daddy?”
His gaze drops down to your teeth tugging on your bottom lip as you grin up at him. His thumb caresses your chin gently, entranced.
“What?”
Your grin widens. “If you could go down and get those heels you bought me, you could fuck me in them.”
You giggle when he slaps your hands away from his shirt, already turning on his heels to head for the door.
While he is gone, you take everything off, leaving you in the expensive lingerie set that your father also gifted you. You sit on the edge of the bed and lay down, staring up at the ceiling while you wait to hear the click of the door opening.
You don’t even get up when Toji returns, stopping in his tracks for a moment to take in the image of his pretty daughter waiting in his bed. When he reaches you, he gets down to his knee and sets your new pair of heels on the ground.
With gentle, calloused hands that circle around your ankle, he lifts your leg and props your foot on his thigh. Raising your head, you look down to watch your father dip his head to drop a kiss to the inside of your knee, his heated gaze searing you from under his bangs.
Toji is careful as he puts the high heel on for you. He does the same to the other leg, and when he’s done, he slides his hands up your legs, stamping fleeting kisses in their wake until he reaches your hips.
His arms snake under and around your thighs, hiking them over his shoulders and pulling you closer until the tip of his nose brushes the lace of your lingerie. Toji leans in to press a gentle kiss on your heated core before pressing his nose into your soft flesh, taking in a deep breath, making you squeak in embarrassment. He tightens his hold on you, knowing you’d flail and try to move away from him.
A low moan of appreciation thunders through his chest. Lifting his head slowly, he locks gazes with you, the scarred corner of his lip tilting up slightly.
“Love the way you smell, Princess,” he confesses as his hand finds its way to your crotch, his thumb swiping over the shape of your soft lips behind the lingerie.
Toji lowers his head again to ghost open-mouthed kisses on the inside of your thigh, his dark emerald orbs still on your beautiful face, your pretty lips parted to let out soft pants, your cheeks flushed pink. When he reaches the line between your womanhood and thigh, he drags the flat of his tongue up along your sensitive skin.
His scarred lips latch on the fat of your pussy obscured by the lace of your panties. You moan softly at the warm moisture of his mouth.
Slowly, very slowly, Toji takes his time to peel the lacy fabric aside with his mouth, occasionally nudging it with his nose until he finally has your pretty cunt bare and exposed.
He drops a kiss just next to your clit, making you squirm and whine. Smirking, he brings you closer to him as he pulls your legs open wider. This time, he is so close to your pussy that you can feel his hot breath on it every time he exhales.
“Want Daddy to kiss you here, baby girl?”
You gasp quietly when his tongue flicks over your clit. You nod your head. Curling his lips around the sensitive button, he suckles on your clit, a groan reverberating from his chest as his eyes shut blissfully at the softness of your pussy.
Toji takes his time worshipping you with his mouth. Like he would never get another chance to taste you again. The strokes of his tongue are long, warm, wet, loving. He eats you out like a gentleman, though one who’s been starved for days.
When he has your legs quivering and your hips bucking into his face, Toji pulls you closer and kisses you deeper. His stiff tongue dips between your folds and presses into your leaking hole, the muscled appendage twisting and turning like he’s screwing you with it. Your hand flies to his hair and grip on the raven locks, tugging on them. Your father flickers his half-lidded eyes up to watch you panting, moaning and whining like you’re not quite sure what you want.
He parts from your pussy for a moment, only to stretch your seam open with his fingers pulling at your labia. His dark eyes stay on you as he lowers his face, lips on your wet ones again. This time, you let out a long mewl as you lift your hips and press the back of his head closer to your core. Toji smiles to himself at the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he licks a stripe on the inside of your labia, where you’re sensitive and so soft.
“Daddy,” comes your breathy moan. “S’good…”
Toji breaks the kiss, though staying close enough that when he speaks, his lips still brush your sensitive folds. “You like Daddy kissing your pretty pussy, baby?” he coos, slithering a hand away from your thigh to trace a finger lightly down your slit.
A shudder runs through you as you let out another whimper. Toji is so gentle with you, dropping light smooches on your clit, spreading your spit-mixed slick all over your lips.
“Perfect fuckin’ pussy made for me,” he groans lowly, almost like he is speaking to himself as he revers at the way your hole winks at him and more of your juices glistens in the light.
Your father brings his head down again, dark eyes locked on your face as his parted lips meet your peaked clit. He doesn’t close his mouth around the bundle of nerves. Instead, he moves his head up and down, side to side, letting his scarred lips rub against your sensitive pearl. His middle finger circles your warm hole, teasing. You whine and lift your hips slightly, instinctively.
As if that action has made his fingertip slip into your hole, Toji hums when you release a relieved moan. He puckers his lips slightly to press a parted kiss to your clit. He slides deeper between your fluttering walls, bottoming out and curling his finger.
“Daddy,” you breathe shakily, your thighs already shivering around him.
Your father pulls out his digit. He fucks you slow with it. Then adds another finger, stretching you out. Your back arches and your thighs try to squeeze shut. But his imposing build between them keeps them open.
“Gonna cum for Daddy, little one?” he coos, this time circling the tip of his tongue on your clit.
He picks up his pace when he hears you mewl his name, his wrist snapping, his tongue flicking over and over your bundle of nerves.
Within seconds, your father has you trembling as you grasp onto his hair, crying out in the wake of your orgasm, your hips rutting against his palm and tongue, spreading your arousal all over the lower half of his face.
Toji’s fingers slide in and out of your pulsing walls slowly as he drops gentle kisses on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. When your heaving pants turn into deep, steadying breaths, he slips his digits out of your soaked pussy and pulls back to inspect the glistening mess you’ve made on yourself. He hums, satisfied at his work.
As if pitiful that he has to part with your cunt, Toji is slow in getting up and his fingers still linger on your puffy lips, unable to stop touching your honeyed folds.
Your eyes blink dazedly as your father’s hunking figure looms over you. He braces his arms next to your head to lower himself, his lips easily finding your soft ones. You moan into the kiss, your fingers flying up to play with the hair on his nape.
Toji hums against your mouth. “Taste yourself, Princess?”
“Mmhmm,” you bob your head.
“Hot, huh?”
“Mm…”
Toji chuckles. As he presses his lips to the corner of your lips and down the column of your neck, he mutters, “Does your dumb boyfriend fuck you this good with his mouth?” You sigh and tilt your head to the side when he sucks gently on your skin. Your father nudges your jaw with his nose. “Hm?”
“No, Daddy,” you whisper shakily.
He hums again, satisfied with your answer. He trails his lips down your body until he reaches your chest, where he peppers kisses along the cups of your bra.
Toji worships your body tonight in a way you’ve never experienced. The only kind of worship a loving father would do to his pretty daughter.
Your bra straps are peeled off slowly, then the undergarment is unhooked carefully like he is afraid he might so much as scratch you.
Toji tosses your bra aside. His big hands play with your freed breasts, massaging, fondling, squeezing. His head dips lower, lips now on your navel. You don’t realise you’re not breathing as you watch your father, the tip of his nose tickling your skin in his wake.
His touch is light and feathery when he removes your panties. He holds each calf gently as he slides your leg off the lingerie one by one. Finally, the lacy fabric joins your bra on the floor and you’re laying in your father’s bed in nothing but your heels.
His wide hands are calloused and rough as they caress your thighs, lifting them easily to have your knees bent in the air, spread wide for him. Toji’s eyes take their time drinking you in, the position he’s put you in before him. He licks his lips.
“Hold on to your heels, baby,” he whispers.
You listen, resting your arms on your inner thighs, forcing them open, while your fingers grip around the stilettos of your high heels. A guttural groan of approval arises from the back of Toji’s throat.
Toji doesn’t rush in undoing his slacks, just enough to free his raging hard boner. You watch him spit on his dick, stroking it once, twice, before lining his red tip leaking with precum at your pussy.
You suddenly feel nervous.
This feels realer than the three other times your father has fucked you. Maybe it’s the soft lighting that illuminates much more than just the shadows of his face, or maybe it’s the clarity and consciousness of this moment.
But the instant Toji pushes his fat tip past the barrier of your tight hole, all thoughts leave you as you draw in a deep breath and your lips part in a choked moan.
Toji’s breathing is ragged. He keeps his dark eyes on his daughter, watching you getting split open by his girthy length. Pride blooms in his chest when your face contorts into a slightly pained expression as he bottoms out in you, your brows furrowed so cutely, your pretty lips parted to let out moans that sound like music.
He gives you time to get used to his cock, your walls clenching and unclenching around him to accommodate his size no matter how many times he’s entered you before.
“So pretty, my beautiful Princess,” he coos soothingly, feeling your walls flutter around him at the praise. He smooths his hands along your thighs. “Doing so well for Daddy, little one.”
Your mewl lets him know that you enjoy his compliments. Your tight cunt relaxes to wrap your warmth around him now, welcoming. Inviting.
Toji drags his cock out leisurely, his tip scratching against your velvety walls that makes the both of you moan in unison. When just his tip is inside of you, he reverses the action and slides back in. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your fingers grip tightly around thin heels.
Toji bites down on his bottom lip, not wanting to make a sound so he could enjoy the ones leaving your mouth, and the wet noises building from his cock moving between your legs.
He’s glad he made this master bedroom soundproof, even if the intention for it has not been put to action in months, if not years. Because if not for the expensive sound insulation of the room, with the noises you’re making and at the volume you’re going, he’d be surprised if your neighbours, let alone your mother, don’t hear you.
His hips work at a steady, slow pace, until you whine up at your father, a pleading look on your face. He feels the corner of his lip being pulled upward.
He rolls his hips faster this time and you moan his name. “Oh, Toji…”
At that, he leans down to hover over you, lips crashing down on yours, hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you deeper, harder, faster. You’re a messy, loud kisser, and it only turns Toji on even more. His cock throbs between your tight cushioned walls and he pulls away from the kiss, cursing.
“Fuck,” he breathes, stopping his movements when he is buried within you. You whine again and he lifts his gaze up to meet your pouty look. “You’re going to make me cum, Princess,” he admits with a hint of embarrassed laughter lining his words.
You let him give you a peck to your lips before he moves back until he is standing again. He removes your hands from your heels and drags your body closer to the edge of the bed, at the same time slamming you down further onto his cock. The both of you moan at your pussy gripping his cock tightly.
Still buried inside you, Toji moves to grab a pillow, lifts your hips easily, and slots it beneath your ass. Then, he takes hold of your ankles, bringing your legs together as he rests your calves on one side of his chest. You watch your father caress your smooth legs before turning his head to press a kiss to your ankle, dipping the tip of his nose into your skin.
When he tilts his head back to face you, he moves to pull out of your wet pussy. Your thighs press against each other as he enters again. Your eyes are shut in pleasure, lips parted as you moan. Toji tightens his hold around your legs, trying to anchor himself and distract his mind from your clenching pussy that has gotten impossibly tighter in this position.
Your father is slow with each push of his hips. You flutter your eyes open after the fourth stroke. Toji is already watching you, as if he has been the entire time. You frown slightly.
“You don’t like my pussy anymore, Daddy?” you whisper.
Toji stops. Blinks once, then twice. “Why do you say that?” he asks, almost sharply.
You swallow. “Is it different today? Now? Because we know the truth?” When his brows furrow incredulously, you whisper with watery eyes, “You fucked me differently when you thought I was Mom.”
Huh.
Your father chuckles quietly in disbelief as he caresses your shin and presses a kiss to the side of it. “Baby, I want to take my time with you,” he says gently, moving your legs to the bed so he can cage you within his arms, his lips pressed to your forehead. “You look so damn pretty,” he groans. “If I don’t go slow, I’m going to cum in seconds.”
You look up at him, pouting slightly. Toji's tongue laps up your tears. “So you still want me? Over Mom?”
Toji briefly wonders if you inherited his selfish, jealous, possessive personality.
He laughs against your mouth when he gives you a kiss. “There is no competition, baby. You’ll always be Daddy’s number one girl.” When you eventually wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back, he hums and gives you one last peck to your lips. “Yeah, Princess? Aren’t you Daddy’s favourite girl?”
“Mmhmm,” you lift your head to chase his lips with a kiss. “Daddy’s Princess.”
“That’s right,” he coos, dropping a kiss to your nose before moving back, breaking your hold around his neck.
He lifts your legs by the back of your knees again, this time spreading them so each leg rests up on either side of his chest. He keeps his hold on your thighs like a seatbelt, rolling his hips experimentally. You push your chest out as you moan loudly.
Toji starts slow. Then, reminded by your little outburst, he picks up his pace, his dilated eyes on the way your soft body jiggles and bounces with every slap of his hips against yours, your jaw slack as your moans and whimpers fill the air. Toji feels his cock twitch within your warm pussy.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans. He should really close his damned eyes to focus on something else but he can’t tear his gaze off you. “You’re so fucking pretty, Daddy’s going to cum.”
You bite on your bottom lip as you smile coyly up at him, eyes seductive. You feel his cock pulsing in your core.
“You made me,” you say slowly, clearly. “Of course you think I’m pretty. I’m made perfect for you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
This breaks Toji’s restraint.
He hastily brings your legs together again, this time crossing them even, providing his cock more pressure from your tight pussy.
Your father doesn’t start slow. His hips move in a blurring speed, fucking you so hard and deep the slaps of his hips against your ass loud in the room. He is feral now, an animal in heat. He fucks you like he means it, like he hasn’t had release in decades.
You watch him rut his hips greedily into your slobbering pussy, his eyes trained on you like just the view of you moaning from your dad’s cock is enough to get him off. Grunts emerge at his exertion. His fingers are white as he presses them into your thigh.
There’s something so hot about you wearing absolutely nothing but your heels, while your father fucks you, completely clothed, desperately chasing his orgasm.
Tilting his hips at a slight angle, Toji rams into you, discovering that pleasure spot inside you when you fist the sheets and arch your back with a wanton moan.
“Oh, fuck, yes, baby…” your father groans at the closing grip of your pussy.
He keeps fucking you right there, and he sees it. The way your lower belly bulges at every thrust of his hips. He uses his free hand to press down on it, relishing the feel of his cock pushing from within you.
He manages to last for half a minute more before he releases in your pulsating hole that’s clenching and unclenching around him like he’s being milked.
“Yes, yes, baby…” he moans your name as he climaxes, half-lidded eyes on you, his hips still not stopping, his thumb now caressing your lower belly, wondering if he’s imagining the twitch of his cock against your stomach as he fills you with his cum. “Oh, yeah… mm… My little angel, fuck! You make Daddy feel so fucking good.”
And just hearing him say all that has you jerking beneath him, a small wave of pleasure jolting through your body as your second orgasm finds you.
The room is filthy with both your moans and grunts. Toji empties his seed in your fluttering cunt, but his cock won’t stop twitching as he watches you overcome your high.
Eventually, you’re left panting, your dazed eyes not focusing on anything until your father is right in front of you, his face too close. You flutter your eyes close and moan against his lips as he kisses you, deep and loving.
“Shower with Daddy, my pretty girl?” he whispers between kisses.
You immediately nod your head, circling your arms around his neck, letting your father carry you up easily, the both of you still interconnected. Only when he brings you to the bathroom does he break the lip locking and unplug your gaping hole. As he deposits you on the toilet, he stands before you and removes every article of clothing he has, the entire time his eyes on you like he’s giving you a show.
He smirks when he is fully naked and your face is sprinkled with pink. It’s your first time seeing your father’s muscled body like this, so big and thick. So rugged.
He steps closer to you, holding your cheeks together with one big hand, tilting your head up. He leans down and gives you a firm, broad lick on your lips, then a tender kiss.
“No need to get shy with Daddy. S’all yours anyway, Princess.”
Toji pauses when he comes back from the gym, finding the villa eerily quiet despite the AC running, cooling him down from the physical exertion.
He places his key card on the kitchen island as he toes off his shoes and pads to the bedroom, thinking you’d still be sleeping where he left you this morning. Instead, he only sees an empty bed and crumpled sheets. His sharp brows furrow deeply together.
He visits the toilet, only to find it vacant too. His heart rate picks up slightly. Where could you have gone in the hour and a half he was in the gym? And in a foreign country?
He fishes out his phone as he walks back out to the main room, about to call you, when he notices the sliding doors facing the back of the villa slightly ajar. Curiously, he steps toward the glass doors and peers out.
Toji’s heart squeezes with relief when he sees his daughter lounging on a sunbed, head resting on your folded arms as you lay on your stomach. He drinks in the sight of you in a yellow bikini, the fabric so little that it leaves nothing much to the imagination really.
He feels his cock twitch in his shorts. As if to soothe it, he reaches down to give it a squeeze over his pants. Toji is quiet as he cracks the door open wider, stepping out into the warm, sunny morning of Bali island. He closes the door behind him so as not to let the cool air escape from the villa.
He stands next to your sleeping form, totally unaware of his looming shadow above you. In natural lighting, Toji can see the love marks he gave you on your shoulder, your neck, even on your thighs. After all, you’ll have ample time to let them heal before your mother or your boyfriend sees them.
Toji sits on the empty lounge bed next to yours, already reaching out to caress your ass clad in a string between your cheeks. His cock pulses achingly in his briefs. He thinks he might have to ruin this pretty bathing set you have on.
The man removes his sweaty clothes, his thick meat leaking and bouncing with every movement as he crawls over your lounging form. Cautiously, he straddles you, fitting his hot and heavy length between your buttcheeks. You exhale through your nose in your sleep.
Your round globes look so perfect sandwiching his cock between them. The sensation of his dick dry humping you, the friction of your flesh dragging his thin skin, it makes this situation feel so lewd, so wrong. Like he’s doing this without your permission. Exactly like he’s using you without you knowing.
He wonders if this was how you felt when you crawled under the covers next to him that night he first fucked you in his marital bed, thinking you were his wife. Slightly excited, and just a tad bit guilty.
He thinks about you knowing full well your dad was fucking you, while he stayed oblivious. He imagines you enjoying your father’s cock, yet trying not to make a sound that might ring alarm bells, just so he wouldn’t stop.
Toji’s cock grows heavier, thicker between your cheeks.
The man lifts his hips away from yours, this time angling himself to slot his meat between your legs, letting your soft thighs wrap around him warmly. He lets out a ragged breath, trying hard not to squeeze or spank your perky ass.
You moan in your sleep, subconsciously lifting your hips higher a little. He takes this as a sign to move.
Toji fucks your thighs steadily, spreading his precum between your legs. You’re also progressively getting wetter, soaking through your bikini thong and spilling all over him. Soon, Toji doesn’t need much effort to slide his veiny cock against your core.
He groans when you squeeze your legs together instinctively, moaning when the mushroom tip of his dick drags against your soft flesh.
Toji can’t help himself now. You’re so pliant beneath him, so unsuspecting even as you continue napping.
He is careful as he pulls the bikini thong string aside and guides his cockhead to your familiar entrance with a beefy hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He rubs his precum all over your hole, letting your juices mix, teasing your hole before he eventually slips inside.
Toji lets out a groan as he tips his head back. You still haven’t roused. But the deeper he enters, stretching your warmth wider with his tip, your breathy moan cuts through Toji’s pleasured haze.
He shifts himself and leans down with his hands planted next to your head, penning you within his big frame. He leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your temple, trailing more down your face as he sheathes deeper inside you.
Your moan is loud and needy now, but your eyes still closed. Toji decides he wants you awake. Wants you to talk to him as he fucks you.
“Princess,” he murmurs gently in your ear. You don’t respond.
He pulls out slightly, only to tilt his hips at an angle and roll his hips forward. He shuts his eyes when your pussy clenches around him at the change in position. Your mewl is squeaky and breathy.
“So pretty in the sun, my little girl,” he moans into your ear, dropping a kiss to your cheek. “My beautiful Princess…”
Your walls tighten around him subconsciously. He pushes in deeper, groaning as he does so.
“Perfect baby girl,” he coos, feeling you squeeze around him again.
He drawls your name in a moan as he bottoms out deep in your cunt, your warmth so inviting that he drives his hips deeper, wanting to bury every millimetre of his cock inside you.
“Princess,” he tries again. When you only moan incoherently back, he slides his hand down the side of your body and tightens his fingers on your hip. “Baby. Wake up, little one. Can you say Daddy’s name for me?”
You stir slightly. Toji circles his hips, grinding his crotch against your ass, his grip tightens on your flesh. You moan as your walls flutter and soak his meat.
“Come on, baby girl,” he coos. “Wanna hear your pretty voice, Princess.”
At that, your brows furrow slightly and your hips move, pushing back against his as you gain consciousness. Toji watches your long lashes flutter open. You tilt your head and blink sleepily up at him. He grins.
“Morning, my love,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
You return the kiss, only to gasp and choke on your breath when a warm, thick rod drags out of your drenched cunt, only to pound back into you.
“D-daddy!” you gasp.
Toji moans. “Yeah… Talk to me, baby girl. Lemme hear your voice.”
“Toji,” you whine. “You’re so big…”
Your father laughs, straightening his back like he’s proud of that. As if your voice has just given him a shot of adrenaline, his hips snap faster and harder against your ass.
You moan loudly. “Mom doesn’t know what she’s missing out on.”
You’re too fucked out to even realise what you’re saying.
Toji laughs, louder. He fucks you deeper, spurred on by your sweet voice and your slurring words.
“‘M so lucky to wake up to my Daddy fucking me,” you mewl, rocking your hips back against him.
“Fuck,” your father hisses.
He’s about to cum and Toji forces himself to stop. You feel him slip out of you, so easily due to how wet you are. You whine at the empty feeling in your lower region, only to yelp softly when your father tugs on your hip.
“Ass up for me, Princess,” he mutters in a command.
Your movements are languid as you do as he wishes, palms and knees on the sunbed, your ass high in the air. His big hand is on your hip again and you turn to watch him tap his heavy dick on your wet pussy, the string of your bikini bottom stretched over your round flesh.
He drags his fat tip up and down your slit before he positions himself where he belongs. Toji flickers his dark green eyes up to meet yours.
“Talk to me, baby. Daddy wants to cum to your voice,” he groans as he sheathes himself between your soaked folds again, letting your warm wetness embrace him tightly.
Your body arches and a loud moan ripples through the morning air, your head tipped back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your father curses at the sight of his pretty girl welcoming his cock in her cunt. When he has entered you to his hilt and you’re heaving moans and mewls, Toji brings his palm down to strike your ass, hearing you squeal and watching your fat jiggle.
“Let Daddy hear you, baby. Tell me how much you enjoy my big cock.”
You’re a babbling mess as he snaps his hips against your ass, fucking you deep and fast.
“P-please, Daddy!” you cry out loudly. “Want you deeper… Mm, fuck! Faster, Toji… m-more!”
Your dad smacks your ass and gives it a hard squeeze as he groans. You’re so fucking loud now that you’re not in the confines of your home. Where it’s just you and your father, known to the resort staff as a loving married couple.
You fuck back against his cock. Toji curses under his breath when he feels himself twitch inside you. He’s close.
“I feel you so deep, Daddy,” you mewl. “Gonna cum, hm, Daddy? Gonna fill your baby girl up with your seed?”
A pornographic moan arises from the base of your throat when he fucks you faster, pursuing his climax as if motivated by your words. You don’t even know what you’re saying now.
“Daddy’s g’na put a baby in me,” you breathe wantonly.
When Toji stops, the fucked out fog clears from your mind and you realise belatedly what you’ve said. The whole world seems to have stopped spinning when the silence between the both of you stretches for a few more seconds.
You swivel your head around to try to take those words back, or at least try. “Dad— oh! Mm…!”
You gasp and moan when he slams back into your orifice, his body curling behind you to reach for your arms. He pulls you back into his chest, his rough palms caressing down your arms to fit his fingers between yours from the back of your hands. He presses his cheek to your temple and you shudder at his warm breath in your ear.
“Y’want Daddy’s baby, sweetheart?” he growls, gyrating his hips slowly in a grind against your ass. “What’re you g’na say to your stupid boyfriend? When your belly is swollen with Daddy’s baby?”
You let out a shaky breath as you let your head fall back to rest on his collarbone. “Gonna make him take care of our child like it’s his,” you confess breathily. “Make Satoru think he knocked me up and gave me a baby…”
Your father grunts in your ear.
The mere thought of putting a baby in his pretty daughter makes him feral.
It’s so wrong. But the image of you walking around with a big belly, yet no one actually knowing that it is the love child you’ve made with your father. Just the thought of it makes Toji’s cock swell even bigger.
He tightens his arms against yours, locking your body against him. He starts pistoning his hips, fucking you with animalistic speed, grunts rumbling through his chest and into your back.
Your body is his to use, your brain too numb with pleasure that you can’t seem to form a thought, much less a command to your body. Your father turns his head to press his parted lips to your temple, grunting against your skin as he exerts more force.
“‘M’unna cum,” Toji groans into your temple.
You whimper when he moves forward and wraps your intertwined hands around your waist, holding you in place. Every stroke of his hip is longer, yet he is rutting his cock into your pulsing hole so fast that all he feels is his tip grazing your entrance before pressing up against your cervix.
“Fuck, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby,” he slurs against your skin, drunk on your fluttering pussy, lost in the moans and whimpers you make. “Squeeze my cock like a good girl, Princess. Ah, fuck… there we go. Take all of it. G’na give you a fuckin’ baby. Shit!”
In the next few thrusts, Toji groans your name and tilts his head to press his nose in your hair, taking deep breaths of your scent as he pumps his cock juice deep inside your cervix, staying buried to the hilt. His moans are shaky and his hips can’t help but twitch with one last thrust when your pussy clenches tightly around him, as if never letting him go.
“Fuuuck, baby girl,” he drawls lazily as that mindblowing numbness fades away and he is brought back to the present. He tightens his fingers around yours as he moans into your hair with a wet kiss. “You’re so fucking hot.”
You relax completely against the hard planes of his muscles and your father hums as he moves back to rest on his heels. His hands that are still holding you now slither across your waist and wrap around your body. He guides your connected hands to your lower belly.
“Do you think it would be a boy or a girl?” he mumbles, like he really is thinking of your unborn baby being conceived at this very moment.
You hum, turning your head and nuzzling your forehead in the column of his sweaty neck. “Want it to be a boy,” you murmur drowsily, your body now losing that electric pleasure and falling into a familiar somnolent state of rest. “Handsome like his Daddy…”
Toji huffs out a quiet chuckle that blows a few strands of your hair into the air. “I’d pity our son,” he plays along. His thumb caresses the soft skin below your belly button. “Never gonna have a girlfriend good enough when his Mommy is you.”
Toji is walking back from the toilet when he notices with a frown, two young men standing in front of your daybed, definitely chatting you up. A fire burns in his chest when he sees them laughing and getting comfortable with you.
You’re seated sprawled on the cushioned bed, posture relaxed, your smile friendly, your body language confident. He feels a muscle in his back twitch.
But when he gets close enough for you to sense his presence, he watches the way your eyes light up with relief, your grin genuinely happy. You sit up as he reaches the bed, and you immediately circle your arms around his waist. The guys turn to regard the newcomer.
“Toji,” you purr up at him, looking so pretty in the red bikini set you had to change into after this morning’s wake up call. “Some new friends were waiting for you.”
Your father’s hand naturally moves to rest on your shoulder in a sort of possessive claim. He frowns at you, eyes burning with annoyance. But you only continue beaming at him.
“They were scared to come up to you,” you explain gently. “But they just wanted to know your workout routine.”
Toji stares at you for a few seconds, not saying anything. Then he blinks and darts his eyes to the two men, who are smiling nervously at him.
“Yeah, hi, sorry,” one of them apologises hastily. “We’ve been bulking and doing all kinds of healthy shit but we can never achieve the kind of physique you have.”
The other one nods rapidly. “Yeah, it’s kinda insane, actually.” He can’t help dropping his gaze to trail over Toji’s broad chest and defined abs. “So insane,” he breathes, almost awestruck.
“They came from that daybed,” you add chirpily.
Toji’s vision follows the direction you’re pointing at, and he locates a big lounge sofa. The only spot in this beach club that has the most concentrated number of males. Good-looking ones at that, too.
He almost feels like slapping himself.
His guard lowers as he turns back to face the two men. Toji holds out a beefy hand. “Toji,” he introduces, though he still sounds as hostile as ever.
The two men introduce themselves as they shake his hand. Then, you tug on Toji’s forearm as you shuffle backward on the daybed.
“Come, sit!” you welcome, waving your hands at the empty half of the bed as Toji takes his place next to you.
You immediately move to curl up next to him, his thick arm around your frame like a protective armour. You rest your arm on his shoulder and lean your cheek on the back of your hand as you gaze at Toji.
You are giggling as you admit to him, “They said they waited for you to leave so they could talk to me, because you were too scary looking.”
The two guys erupt in a frenzy of explanations and apologies, at the same time huffing and whining at you for spilling their secret. Toji feels his lips quirking in amusement. He reaches out for his beer bottle and takes a long refreshing drag of it. He glances at the drinks in their hands.
“What are you drinking? Let me get you another.”
Before they hurry to reject the offer, you smile and explain, “His way of apologising and making peace.” They still look like they’re going to decline, so you add teasingly, “And he doesn’t take rejections very well.”
And so, Toji orders them a new round of drinks. For the next 20 minutes, you’re stuck listening to Toji and the two men discussing and sharing workout routines and diet tips. They’re such nice people, so respectful and friendly, that Toji buys them another round as they stay for another half hour, this time chatting about other topics that include you too.
When they’ve decided they’ve intruded long enough and have gone back to rejoin their friends, Toji gets a server to send them an expensive bottle of champagne. The whole table turns to cheer in your direction, thanking the both of you for the treat.
Your father finally stretches out his limbs now that you’ve got the whole bed to yourselves, an arm folded behind his head, the other still around you, though you’ve also moved to lay down next to him. Your head is on his shoulder, a hand on his chest, leg hiked up to rest on his thigh. The arm around you shifts slightly to cup your ass.
“Bet you were livid when you saw them talking to me, weren’t you?”
Toji rolls his eyes and settles them unseeingly on the people in the big pool in the middle of the beach club. He doesn’t say anything, so you reach up to trace the scar on his lips.
“Bet you thought they were hitting on me, didn’t you, Daddy?”
“Shut up,” he snarls.
Your giggle when he widens his mouth to snap playfully at your finger makes his chest bloom with warmth. He glances down to see you grinning cheekily at him. He clicks his tongue and you squeak in surprise when he reaches out to pinch your nose between his knuckles.
“Not my damn fault you’re so fucking pretty,” he grumbles, finally admitting to your accusations. “Can’t let my guard down around you for a second.”
“Or, what? The wolves are gonna come get me?” You laugh.
You’re still smiling against his lips when he leans in to kiss you, his loose hold on your ass tightening slightly for a publicly appropriate squeeze.
“Yeah,” he mumbles against your lips. “Wolves in the form of stupid young boys who think they stand a chance against me.”
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1) uses literal slave labour in countries like Kenya - Once again, Black slaves are being used to "improve" the world with absolutely no care to their welfare or wellbeing. In fact, they're being deeply traumatised by the images and information they have to see as they load all the info into the computers. So slavery and trauma. Good job.
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Frankly, that should be fucking enough for everyone to make it stop. But no.
2) emits an absurd amount of CO2 and uses a crazy amount of power and water, and is quickly undoing what progress we've made against climate change.
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3) destroys communities with the e-waste-- primarily marginalised communities- Once again, screwing primarily Black neighbourhoods
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4) steals material from people with no compensation or credit. Most recent example, ScotRail stole the voice of a voice actor for their announcements and refused to notify, pay or credit her. They've recently backtracked on this because of the backlash, but they've got away with it for some time.
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5) It's bad for your brain, with one study saying it 'atrophies' your brain, and another that 'warns of a phenomenon known as "mechanized convergence," in which reliance on AI leads to less diverse and creative outcomes. As more users accept AI-generated suggestions without sufficient scrutiny, there is a growing concern that originality and contextual nuance could be lost. AI’s tendency to generalize information may lead to homogeneity, where different individuals working on similar problems arrive at nearly identical solutions — often missing the complexity that human insight can provide.
Other key concerns include:
Decline in independent problem-solving skills – With AI handling much of the cognitive heavy lifting, workers may find themselves engaging less with deeper analytical processes essential for innovation.
Increased risk of misinformation – AI models, despite their advancements, still generate errors, outdated information or biased responses that require human oversight to detect and correct.
Reduced diversity in thought – Overreliance on AI suggestions can lead to standardization, minimizing original perspectives and creative approaches'
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There are multiple sources for all of this-- these are just one or two links to prove my point. The fact is, there are dozens and dozens of sources for each of these, I just ran out of energy.
But all this means
FUCK AI. and fuck the people forcing it on us, fuck the people using it.
