Two of Hearts
Summary: You become Yumeko’s house pet. She orders you around, but also loves to tease you. At first, you dislike her, but over time, you realize how much you love to be ordered around… Especially by someone like her.
Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Obedience, Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.4K
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Sounds of footsteps quickly surround you, but you pay no attention to them. You drill your focus into your opponent, Yumeko, who stares back with a small smile on her red lips. She never seems nervous, which makes you gulp. Her eyes don’t leave yours. She doesn't even bother to flick her eyes down to look at her cards in her hand. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, hesitating about the next move. You tilt your chin down and observe the cards in your hand. Taking a short breath, you place two cards down- two pairs of kings. That is the only move you could make. You slowly look up. Yumeko nibbles her bottom lip to stop herself from giggling. There's a shimmering shine in her eyes. She chuckles as she places a pair of aces onto the table. You feel the blood drain from your face.
“H-how did you…” You stutter in disbelief. Your head jerks to the side to watch the ranking TV. Your number drops 50 levels, leaving you to be her house pet with -10,000k debt. You start to regret betting such a high risk… but Yumeko kept tempting you to do more.
Yumeko’s eyes darken slightly while she watches you panic. Yumeko loves to analyze people. She enjoys observing the subtle movements in a person's body language. Especially someone like you. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration. How are you going to get out of this debt? You’ve never lost so much before. Tears start to swell up in your eyes. The house pet necklace feels heavy in your hands. She almost felt pity for you.
She gets up from her seat, lifting her hands to stretch.
“That was fun,” She chirps before walking away. You jump out of your seat in worry.
“W-wait!” You gasp. Yumeko stops in her tracks and turns around with a confused expression. You drop down to your knees, a poor attempt to beg to play another round. All your pride is out the window. Her face slowly switches to a smile again. She stands with her hands behind her back. Her chest peeks out slightly underneath her slightly unbuttoned white top. Her long black hair falls past her shoulders. Her eyes have the glittering shine to them again. You immediately jerk your head down.
“Please, just one more round,” You beg. She tilts her head innocently. Her lips pucker slightly as she thinks. After a few seconds, you see her black shoes come closer to your knees. She bends over, her skirt hiking up. From the closeness, you could smell the sweet perfume she had on. She reaches and grabs the house pet necklace from your hands. You turn your head up to watch her in confusion. She pulls the strings of the necklace and then places them over your head, causing your breathing to hick. The house pet tag hits your chest, and it feels like a punch. She straightens her back to get a view of you. Your cheeks are red from embarrassment. She hums in delight and slowly shakes her head.
“Not yet… I need you like this,” She softly explains. She twirls around with the tip of her foot and struts away. You watch her speechlessly. Her hips swing side to side.
𝓭ouble or nothing 3, bet
࿇ yumeko manages to capture kira’s favourite pawn, but not before the president marks her territory
࿇ cw; nsfw insinuations, language, dom/sub dynamics, kinky ahh kira, sweet flirty yumeko, yumekira sandwich cont.
“what’s with the whole…” runa struggled to find her words, lips wrapped around her lollipop. from across the quad, the three of them made no effort to conceal the fact they were staring in judgement. upon kira’s order, you held an umbrella. the president, herself, had a hand hooked under your arm, just standing and watching the lively quad. “…bodyguard thing?”
unlike the way most house pets would be handled, you were often strung by kira’s side, with her hand on you one way or another. she never punished you, even when you’d make a mistake or two as you learnt your new duties, she would just tease, getting off on the power she held over you. and poor riri always seemed to be caught in the flirtatious crossfire.
“can kira not breathe without touching her?” chad scoffed, shaking his head in disapproval, envy seething from his pout.
“i hear jealousy, chadwick.” runa teased, poking his arm. he shrugged her off, sneering. she scoffed at his attitude, tongue dragging against her lolli. “oh, don’t give me that shit, you’re just pressed you didn’t get to make y/n your house pet first.”
“yes! i am! do you know how long i’ve been trying to get that sweet dime on a date? she rejected me, the chad-man. like, how much better can you get?” he huffed, slapping the candy out of runa’s hand. the girl whined, socking him harshly in the arm. still, he seemed hung up on the complaints spewing from his lips. “now kira stalin over there will never let her go, and the chad-man is left lonely, without y/n’s sexy face on his.”
“wow. holy issues. maybe y/n likes her toys less desperate.” dori snapped, “try not being a manwhore.”
“hey, if you think you know more about bagging babes than me, then i’d love to see your roster.” he held his hands up, pursing his lips. “at least i get some, i don’t jerk off to hidden cam footage of that spade house gambling-virgin you stalk.”
Found your secret pool, Faramir!
The proportions in this drawing are FUCKED and I couldn’t be paid to care
