SHARED MY BODY AND MY MIND WITH YOU
SHARED MY BODY AND MY MIND WITH YOU
→ Leon broke up with you because of his emotional baggage, not wanting to drag you down into his trauma-induced misery. He didn’t usually date out of his line of work anyway, he hated himself for involving himself with someone so innocent. But when he gets a voicemail at an awfully late hour and listens to it, he nearly broke driving laws to get to your place. He still loves you, that much is certain. Your body and mind are like a second nature to him
CW: MDNI, fem!reader, pwp, one sided breakup, angst, description of leon’s self guilt and sabotage, heavy mentions of marriage, centered around Leon rather than the reader, reconciliation, lovemaking–gentle sex, crying, very small religious snippet, he eats you out, unprotected p in v, implied aftercare + implication of a better future
WC: 5.3k
Note: i think…this is my favorite fic that i’ve ever written. breaking my pink blog theme with this and actually capitalizing letters um…i had to set the tone okay. i actually started working on this in january to cope with some things, but i didn’t make much progress until recently!! the title’s a lyric from the song ‘cruel world’
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Leon has a rule: never get emotionally involved with anyone who isn’t in his line of work. The reason behind that is self-explanatory. It's too difficult to accomplish. All his baggage holds him down, and he’s always away for long periods at a time and then returns back with body aches all over and has to hibernate for a while. What does he truly have to offer?
He did it anyway.
You managed to romance him, granting him a fleeting glimpse of happiness and a chance at self-love. Lingering caresses, meaningful eye contact, soulful conversations, an audience to his jokes, the key to your heart — you gave him everything.
Breaking up with you was painful, the second it was all said and done and you were out of his sight, he broke down crying. That was what he deserved, that’s what his mind told him.
It was easy for Leon to disappear from your life, just as quick as the snap of his fingers. He was never around that much to begin with. Your efforts in reaching out to him were futile if he was halfway across the world dealing with another abrupt assignment, or if he fell back into the habit of nursing a drink in some run down bar without contacting a soul.
But no amount of alcohol could make him forget about you these days. The memories of you were too strong to be diluted.
“What about this one?” Curiosity had dripped from your question, your fingers gently feathered across the healed up scar on his left shoulder.
Leon was almost an open book when it came to you, he truly cherished honesty in any relationship, whether romantic or platonic. Guilt weighed on him for having to limit certain answers to only the surface details. It felt wrong; it felt like he was keeping secrets from you and keeping you in the dark. But it couldn’t be helped, not when you weren’t in the same line of work as him. Most of the contents of his work were confidential.
After all, at this point the two of you had only been dating for half a year. How could he burden your mind with the harsh realities of everything that wasn’t known by the general public?
The two of you were naked, tangled under the sheets. No sex or anything, simply getting familiar with each other’s bodies and exploring with gentle and cautious hands.
“1998, shot on duty.”
The memories were still fresh in his mind. People say that forgetting a traumatic event is common, people dissociate to cope and shield their brain. It was the opposite for Leon. All the screams plagued his mind like a damn mantra, no way in hell would he ever be able to forget anyone’s voice.
Either that, or his mind made up fantasies about what could’ve been between you both. Domestic bliss. Buying a house together. Shy talks about how many kids you guys wanted. The memories haunted him. He wanted it back.
He even bought a ring. A beautiful one that he was meant to display to you when he sunk onto one knee and popped the question that would hopefully bind the two of you for life. The one that he was supposed to fidget with whenever he held your hand as the two of you planned your wedding, whether it be simple, grand, or to elope.
He kept it safe even after he broke up with you, he couldn’t bear to throw it away because of the sliver of hope that maybe one day he’d still get the chance of putting it on your finger. He felt like a fool. Sometimes he opened the box up to reminisce. It tugged at his heartstrings when he saw how rough his own fingers were in comparison to the smooth metal, from his years of physical exhaustion and training. God, he wished your hands would never get all battered like his.
He thought about you so much that you were the star actress in his nightly dreams.
The worst ones were the nightmares, though. Like the one that had him turning in his sleep tonight.
It all replayed in his mind. Your facial expression when he broke up with you out of the blue — the way the smile on your face had faded into a frown, your glimmering eyes contorting into that of disheartened ones. The way you looked at him with such a concoction of emotions. The pitiful chuckle that escaped your lips along with a nervously spoken ‘what?’ Or maybe it was the prolonged silence afterwards that killed him. It felt like hours until he got a proper response from you, one that was drowned out by the drumming of his own heart and the pulse that formed in his ears.
Usually he got to the end of it, but tonight he was abruptly woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. A blessing in disguise, maybe. Regardless, he was a bit irritated, he had always been such a light sleeper.
“You’re kidding…” Leon let out a heavy sigh, trying to rub the sleep away from his eyes. He didn’t even want to answer, too tired to even think about the possibility of being called to the field. No way in hell did he want to be met with Hunnigan’s voice and some intel he didn’t feel like remembering.
He let the phone ring, and eventually, blissful silence filled the room again. If it was dire, he knew he’d get another call soon.
Instead, he heard his phone vibrate not long after. He muttered out a curse before reaching for his phone, seeing that a voicemail was left. He didn’t bother reading whose number it was. Christ, the message was 5:06 minutes long.
Whatever. He played it aloud, resting his forearm over his face as he listened in.
“Hey Leon, it’s me…”
Fuck.
He fully sat up on his bed, so quickly it could’ve given him whiplash.
“I miss you. Still think about you every day. I don’t know what I did wrong…you probably aren’t even listening to this. I just…I don’t know.” a sigh. “The clock hit 12 and um, well today’s the anniversary of the day you asked me out. Maybe you don’t remember. I think you do though, you were always good with dates.”
Leon knew the voice of a broken person when he heard it.
No. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to let you go and then you’d see how much life had to offer, how any other person could give you a better and more stable relationship.
How could you be hung up on a man like him?
It was instinctual. He shuffled out of bed, body reacting before his mind and reaching for a clean pair of clothes from his closet. He left the voicemail playing in the background, it filled his lonely house. His heart was racing so loudly he couldn’t even hear the sounds of the wind outside or the creak of the floor with every step. All he did was change and brush his teeth before he drove over to you.
Thankfully, the roads were empty and the highway was free of traffic or else surely he would’ve been pulled over.
Thinking rationally wasn’t necessary when it came to you, not when he just got punched in the gut with a load of nostalgia and gut wrenching heartbreak.
He has always been yours, even during the separation. His heart hammered within his ribcage when he pulled into your driveway, his body moving in a hurry out of his car and towards your door. No hesitation.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ten seconds felt like ten minutes, but eventually the door swung open.
Your pretty face filled the focus of his pupils, his expression softening. You looked like a deer in the headlights, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
Oh, my sweet girl. There she is.
His hands itched to reach for you, to hold you in his arms and spin you around, nuzzling his nose against yours like old times — like some romantic drama. He hadn’t watched one in a while, they reminded him too much of you. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Leon's hair was messy. It was a sight you had seen many times: his bed hair. Those emotion carrying eyes of his were contrasted with the lifeless bags under them. He came over so damn quickly he hadn’t even taken the time to make himself look composed.
“Leon? What are you…” You couldn’t even finish your thoughts. You felt nothing yet so much at the same time, perhaps from the shock of it all. You brought two fingers to the pulse on your neck to make sure you were awake, and hadn’t somehow fallen asleep after your call and voicemail to him. The thundering pace of your pulse confirmed that you weren’t off in dream land.
“I got your voicemail,” He responded, sounding remorseful. “Had to make sure you were alright. Uh…can I come in?”
You continued staring at him like if he was some sort of supernatural being. If you reached your hand out to touch him, would he disappear? Or perhaps your limb would go straight through him as if he was transparent.
You snapped out of it and nodded. “Yeah, come on in.” Hesitation clouded your tone, not out of wariness but because you had no clue what the hell was going on. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, at least not in person, only through photos and videos you still had saved on your phone from when the two of you were dating (going through them was part of your nightly routine.)
“To be honest…I wasn’t expecting you to even hear my message.”
You stood there awkwardly as he entered, closing the door afterwards. Your apartment still smelled the same, a wave of comfort washed over him despite the circumstances, his eyes darting around at all your belongings. This was once his safe space, like his secret haven.
You sat on your couch, waving him over. Your legs felt like jelly, no way could you be standing for this. He followed, sitting on the couch cushion on the opposite side from you.
“My ringtone woke me up. I thought you were a coworker of mine at first but…I’m glad you weren’t.”
“Glad, really?”
“Yeah.” He gave no further context, at least for that minute.
Silence hung in the air, time became still. Either way, the shared glance between the two of you broke the tension, you were both thinking the same thing. Your minds were linked, seeking reconciliation, every circuit of neurons buzzing with your shared proximity.
He rested his elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. Everything felt surreal, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, afraid he’d disappear.
“I’m…I’m sorry about the way I ended things.” There was a crack in his voice, he was so desperately clinging onto the ideology that he shouldn’t wear all his heart on his sleeve. He failed every time though, his words had wavered.
“I know.” You truly did.
“How?”
“Because I know you, Leon. It hurt, and I found myself wondering why you would just up and leave after what felt like such a meaningful time. But I didn't ever think you did it with mal intent.”
You should be demanding answers, hell, he could even take a few slaps to the face. Maybe his guilt ridden self preferred that to your sweet treatment. Did he even deserve to be met with your understanding? This self-pitying mindset he harbored is what had led to this in the first place.
“You’re right. I didn’t mean to hurt you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do.” Were his efforts in explaining himself getting across? “I thought it was better this way. I'm…broken.”
Trying to convince him that he isn’t ‘broken’ was futile, all you could do was beautify it instead. You scooted closer to him, clasping one of his hands between yours. “All you see are your faults, but I was seeing you entirely, not just for what you do in your job or the images that keep you up at night.”
His hands felt the same. Calloused in areas he couldn’t help like his knuckles and his palms, but well-kept in the nail department. He looked down at the physical contact, putting his other hand atop yours, his thumb grazing tenderly at your skin. Familiar territory.
“It’s hard not to.” He admitted, his eyes feeling glossy all of a sudden. “My job is my life, it drags into every other part of my life.”
“How did it drag into our relationship?”
He truly didn’t know how to answer that. The times he shared with you were the best experiences of his life. He finally got the chance to pull out his cardboard box full of romantic movies to watch with the lover he had been waiting for his whole life, you. Countless nights spent cooking together in your kitchen, full of laughter and playful bickering, and some harmless food fights. Grocery shopping together with laced fingers, just a sneak peek into domesticity. God, he yearned for its return.
“I don’t know. I constantly had to leave and got no vacation time either. Let’s see…I had to keep a lot of information confidential. It kinda screams ‘this’ll all make a girl run the other way.’”
How wrong he was, he ended up leaving before he could get abandoned, as if that would’ve happened, though, you never wanted him out of your life.
“That wasn’t true for me, Leon. I wanted to be with you. I just hope I wasn’t a burden on you.”
That hurt. A dull ache spread across his chest. He pulled you close, tucking you against his side.
“Don’t say that,” His instruction was soft spoken, his lips brushed against your cheek. You were never a burden, he always shut you out, thinking that his heart was full of thorns and you’d prick yourself if he let you get too close. That, perhaps his sorrow was contagious and his poison would flood your veins.
Words of comfort weren’t his strong suit, but he tried his best. He had to. “You weren’t a burden. Never were, and never will be, okay?”
It felt so good to have you against him, his gaze was set on you, searching for any indicator that you were uncomfortable. You leaned your shoulder against his shoulder though, nuzzling against him. Pensive silence followed.
Even with the somber undertones filling your apartment, your heart was bursting. He was here, back with you. Holding you like he used to do after you had a particularly stressful day at work, or when you had an argument with one of your close ones.
The long separation made familiar carnal desires spark to life, along with the itch to bring them to fruition.
“I’m glad you’re here.” You murmured to him, but your wavering voice caught his instant attention.
You were on the verge of tears, oh dear. If you started sobbing, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold back from crying either.
Leon didn’t waste a second, pulling you onto his lap, one of his hands stroking the back of your head, his other arm wrapping around your back.
“What are you thinking about?” He needed to know. You had always been the most verbal, whereas his feelings usually showed on his face or body language.
“About how much I missed you.” You respond, running your hands up and down his arms, squeezing at his muscles. “And how unreal this feels. And…” Your eyes flicker down to his lips. “I wanna kiss you, Leon…and y’know.” Make love. “Like old times.”
Oh.
“Are you sure?” Leon hadn’t intended for the night to play out this way. He needed to make sure you were actually thinking straight with the pool of emotions you seemed to be drowning in. To be fair, he was drowning too.
It was midnight, your bodies burned for one another.
“I am.” You uttered those words with such finality, eyes set on him.
This wasn’t some impromptu longing for his physical connection, you had been craving it for as long as the two of you had been separated. To feel him in the purest and most tender way possible, nestled against one another and eliciting feelings no one else could.
The pads of his thumbs rub circles against the fat of your hips. He's looking up at you, his eyes are unable to hide a flicker of yearning and affection. Expressive, his pupils dilated and his eyebrows slightly raised. He blinked slowly, like a cat showing utmost trust to its owner.
He looks at you like he worships you (he does.) Get him on his hands and knees, he’ll mumble your name like you’re his god and he’s praying to you, all his sins out in the open and his scarred body for you to look over and judge. He’ll be vulnerable with you if that means you’ll forgive his wrongdoings and give him a second chance. You must be a merciful god, no doubt about it.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You murmured, cupping his face. His gaze was hypnotic, sending a wave of security down your body. It almost felt as if you traveled to the time before he shattered your heart into pieces of glass.
“Like what?” He couldn’t help it. Not like he had a mirror, anyway. His face was usually tense, brows permanently furrowed and eyes narrowed from being attentive all the fucking time, his lips a straight line, jaw anything but relaxed.
Not right now, though. Never with you. Everything in his body softened and loosened up around you. Well, with the exception of his dick but that was another matter.
“You know what I mean. Like…like you still love me.”
Leon didn’t know what to say. The words died in his throat while every fiber of his being wanted to say ‘I do.’ The same words he could’ve voiced out standing across the altar from you. His brain short-circuited.
His pause came across as ambiguous to you, to mask the pain, you kissed him. Like a chocolate on a hot summer day, he melted in an instant, turning to mush, holding one side of your jaw and matching your pace.
The two of you mingled like two puzzle pieces. Your chest was flush against his, one of your hands finding his hair and pulling on it, earning a drawn out groan from him. It went slow for the first five minutes, some occasional pull backs for breath, shy smiles in betweens, before going back in like the act of kissing was needed for your pulses to continue, your hearts beating as one.
“Mmph.” Your whimper made him shudder, oh how he had missed that noise. His other hand got a bit more confident, resting on the small of your back, moving up towards your ribs then back down, almost resting on your ass.
He felt a surge of heat settle in his groin, aching to give you all the pleasure you deserved, to make you feel cherished and known. To knock any misery out of your head and replace it with euphoric sparks and reassurance. To be one with you again, if you’d have him.
He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open. “Bedroom?”
A nod from you was all it took. He didn’t let you get up, instead holding your ass as he stood up, his lips back on yours as he carried you to your bedroom like he owned the place. His mind still had the spatial layout, it worked out and he eventually placed you onto the middle of the bed oh so delicately.
You knew what was coming, already taking your clothes off in a haste as you heard his belt come undone, the sound of his taking his shirt off, and his boots being kicked off.
It wasn’t long until he was on you again.
Leon took his time to look at your body. He was all too familiar with it, knowing exactly where certain beauty marks were, or the places that were sensitive to even the slightest fan of his breath. His fingertips ghosted over your sides, sucking in a sharp inhale as his eyes roamed all over, studying you as if you were his muse and he was about to draw you. “So beautiful…”
His lips had traveled all across you once upon a time. Leon had a great memory, perhaps one of his best features, though also his downfall. At times like these, it comes in handy. It almost seemed like a hazy flashback to the nights he had you splayed on the bed, pressing his lips against your forehead and making it all the way to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
He wanted to mimic the memory. “Need to taste you. Can I?”
“God, yes.” You agreed in a heartbeat, body already feeling all tingly at the anticipation.
He littered open mouthed kisses from the middle of your chest, all the way down to your end of your stomach, making your body ignite with flames and mind flood with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. What day was it? Month? Year? You couldn’t remember, just desperately hoping this wasn’t some realistic feeling dream. You’ve had those too often, and if you woke up without him by your side, you felt like you would die from heartbreak.
He hooked his arms underneath your thighs to pull you close. His fingers dug into your thighs as he took another look at his favorite pretty cunt. He missed this. Missed you. Missed having you grind yourself against his face until he couldn’t breathe. Missed having his heart race from the angelic noises you blessed his ears with.
His nose pressed against your clit, applying light pressure as his tongue lapped at your slit, gathering the dew there. Geez, he really got right into it. Your eyes rolled back, your stomach tensing and your back arching. You could die right now by your (ex) lover’s tongue, what a way to go.
On the occasion that he opened his eyes, he’d look up at you through his light lashes — he swore you looked like an angel from his perspective.
“What is this? Your last meal on death row?” You were joking, but god…he really was making your mind go blank, he knew just all the right buttons to press.
“Oh, so you think I’m a criminal?”
Like always, you reached for his hair, pushing it back and hearing him growl out of contentment. He gave your clit gentle sucks before flattening his tongue against it and flicking it, his head moving side to side, repeating the process again and again.
One thing about Leon? He always found a way to turn you on by being vocal. His noises were muffled and sloppy but you could feel the vibration of all his whimpers and growls against you as he took his time eating you out. He was getting off to pleasuring you, and that fact alone made it so much hotter.
Your thighs were trembling, threatening to close in and squeeze his head. Leon placed one of his hands over your lower abdomen, applying light pressure with his palm and coaxing you into your orgasm.
It didn’t take you long to get there, you hadn’t felt a tongue on you in ages, he was your last.
“Leon, I’m—“
He already knew.
“That’s it, make a mess all over my face.” It sounded like a demand but instead it came across as a pitiful and desperate plea.
How many times had he been in this position? Lying on his stomach, your taste on his tongue, chin dripping with his drool and your wetness, feeling your body trembling…he couldn’t even count how many. But it was enough for him to know your body like no other.
He kept going even after your thighs started squeezing in on him, even with the way you unintentionally tugged at his hair enough to have him rutting against your sheets. He made sure to make your orgasm feel good, lapping at you all throughout until he heard a whine leave your lips and he felt you weakly push his head away — he didn’t want to overstimulate you and hurt you.
He finally took a breath, one that filled his lungs with satisfaction as he propped himself up on his elbows before sitting up. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his blood pump south with the way you were still composing yourself, your legs twitching all cutely and your torso rising and sinking with each deep breath you attempted to take.
“Do you wanna…” Your eyes flitted down to the prominent tent in his pants, feeling a stirring in your stomach already.
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I mean…only if you want to.”
With his belt already in some corner of the room and his fly down, all that was left was discarding his pants and boxers down. He fished his wallet out and pulled a packet from it before doing so.
You were too distracted eyeing his now exposed dick, gulping. It had been a while. But a certain wrapper noise caught your attention. A condom. You had always been careful with him in the past, but you wanted him inside him without any barriers. To feel him entirely, his skin against your insides.
“Don’t, please?”
“But–“
“I need to feel you, Leon.”
“Already being a bad influence on me? What am I gonna do with you?” His jest was met with your roll of eyes, but the corners of your eyes crinkled, happy he was already comfortable enough to bicker a bit.
He pet your head, gazing fondly at you as he awaited your response.
“I just want to feel you as close as possible. I don't know how to explain it. You can pull out at the end…I dunno.”
You didn’t need to explain further, because he felt the same. He kissed your forehead, whispering “okay.”
Getting in between you and in position for missionary, he continued peppering kisses all over your face. He couldn’t hold back, he had so much to make up for, he owed you at least a thousand more. He pushed into you, a breathy moan leaving his lips, it felt like he had just entered the pearly gates. And the way your jaw hung open in a silent gasp told him you felt the same.
“You alright?”
“Mhm, keep going.”
“God, I missed you…” His thrusts made the bed creak, adding to the assortment of sounds of two bodies joined as one: skin against skin, high pitched gasps and occasional throaty groans, nails scratching against Leon’s back and leaving red marks in their wake, a subtle noise, but there nonetheless.
“Yeah? How much?”
“Too much. Could never get you outta my mind.” He admitted, burying his head against your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses all over, smiling when he felt you squirming. “Dreamt about you every night. Every…every morning I woke up, I thought you’d still be by my side.”
His response knocked the breath out of you, God if you could have him closer than physically possible, you would. This was the closest you’d be though, his tip hitting your g-spot, his body flush against yours, it was just the two of you in this never ending universe.
“Leon…Leon…fuck.” You called for him like you needed him to prevent you from crumbling.
He pinned one of your hands to the side of your head and laced his fingers between yours, his head remaining against your other side, raspy grunts and incoherent praises rumbling against your ear. He gently bit your earlobe, tugging at it and sending a shiver down your spine.
Despite all his self doubts, Leon knew how to love, how to send another person to cloud nine and make their head fuzzy with sheer euphoria. He wasn’t fucking you, he was loving you, there’s a clear difference.
His lips trailed to your jawline, eventually reaching your lips and initiating an uncoordinated make out session, the sound of dazed out whimpers and quiet growls mixing together perfectly.
He was getting there, his pace more erratic than before, his hand squeezing yours tightly. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your lips, speaking in between rushed pecks. “Prettiest girl in the world.”
You managed to smile at that. “Yeah? Well you’re the prettiest boy in the world.”
You could’ve said handsome. Or hot. Or cute. But Leon was pretty, that was always the first thing that came to your mind. He was like a model, surely some agency would have tried to recruit him if he were actually in broad daylight more.
“Mm.” He liked the compliment. No more words were exchanged after that, he was focused on feeling you. Feeling the way you took all of him like it was nothing, clearly the two of you were physically made for one another.
There was no going back from this, Leon couldn’t bear the thought of getting a taste of happiness yet again and then falling back into a hopeless pit. He wouldn’t push you away again.
You were already sensitive from the way he had made you cum on his face earlier. You pulled away from his kisses, your head thrashing side to side against the pillow instead, your hips desperately bucking to meet his.
“Leon…”
“Just let go for me, you can do it.”
Moans ripped from your throat, your nails leaving crescent indents on his skin as your body writhed underneath him. Leon couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you came, his own stomach feeling tighter and tighter until he followed suit.
“I love you.” He let it slip at the very end, his mind too dazed and his emotions for you running at full blast. You would’ve replied if not for the way you were in awe, watching the way his eyebrows furrowed, his head tilted back, his mouth let out the raspiest grunts as he pulled out and came. Fuck, he couldn’t be real.
It was only then that Leon’s head cleared. He felt his heart sink to his stomach, had he said something wrong? The moment died down, he felt uncertain about how you’d react. Regardless, Leon took a moment to admire you in your flushed state before leaning down to kiss your head, then lying down beside you and pulling you to his side.
You were all dazed with his confession lingering in your head.
He still loved you. Maybe it was obvious, but hearing it aloud was a completely different feeling.
All the suppressed emotions between the two of you were being put on the spotlight. Your eyes brimmed with unshed tears, you tried to blink them away, but you failed.
Leon wished your eyes hadn’t gotten glossy and that your lips hadn’t tugged into a small frown. It made his heart physically ache. Heavy hearted, that’s what he felt like, swallowing to try to alleviate just how sore his throat felt all of a sudden. Guilt bubbled in his stomach because he knew he was the source of your tears.
He kissed away your tears, welcoming the salty taste of them.
He couldn’t tell you not to cry, he wasn’t in the position to. All he could do was reassure you instead, curling his hand into a fist before rubbing soothing circles onto your back as he watched you curl against him.
“Hey…”
“Sorry. I didn't mean to start crying. I just…you still love me? Did you mean that?”
“It’s okay. Just let it out, I'm here for you.” He had your head tucked underneath his chin. “And yeah…I never stopped.”
“I love you too.”
He wasn’t leaving this time.
Maybe that ring he held onto would find its true owner soon.
You, his sweet girl.
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Tonight was a big night. After months of wallowing in self pity you’re finally doing it. You’re finally going on a date. You’re not expecting to find love on the first try or anything, you just want to dip your toe in the dating pool. Maybe even splash around a little bit. A hot makeout session and maybe even cuddles would be nice. Nothing serious, just a small ego boost from a nice guy.
It had been forever since the last time you were on a date. You didn’t know how to dress for one anymore so you just wore your favorite outfit. Was it really girly? Yeah, but it looked cute and you felt confident. Nothing could make you feel more beautiful than your sparkly pink body con dress. The fabric stretched over your hips just right, tapering in to hug your thighs and accentuate your coke bottle figure.
As you gaze in the mirror you realize this is the prettiest you’ve felt ever since your ex husband cheated on you. You scan yourself up and down as you soak in the figure of a woman you had since forgotten. A tear begins to well in your eye before you blink it away and grab your bag to leave.
You head to the restaurant and wait at the bar for your date to arrive. After your second tequila sunrise you decide to slow down, not wanting to be drunk before your date arrives despite how calming the liquor is to your nerves. You chase the lime wedge around the bottom of your glass with the tiny ink colored straw when you hear a woman clear her throat. You begin to stand as your eyes glance up to meet the hostess.
“Evening miss, your table is read-”
The small woman gasps as a strong hand comes down on your shoulder pushing you back into your seat.
“She won’t be needing that table. Now scram.”
Her tiny frame, after a quick nod, disappeared from view as she slipped through the crowd that mingled around the bar. Hand still pressed on your shoulder, there was suddenly a warm tickle in your ear.
“Now just what do you think you’re doing here?”
“Moving forward”
“Oh no sweetcheeks, you’re not moving anywhere. Did you really think I’d let my wife go outside wearing that slutty get up?”
“I’m not your wife anymore.”
“You’ll always be my wife. When will you realize that. I own you, sweetie?”
You shove his hand off of your shoulder and make to stand up and leave when his other hand grabs you.
“Not so fast, babe. We’re not done here.”
“Yes we are.” You say, ripping your arm out of his grasp. “Now, I need to call my date and reschedule seeing as you’ve officially ruined my mood.”
“Don’t bother. He’s not coming.”
You freeze and turn around. “What did you do?”
A coy smirk grows beneath his mismatched eyes.
“Kakashi, what did you do?”
“I gave that twerp a proper warning outside to stay away from my wife.”
You let out a huff in frustration. “I’m not your wife!”
“YES YOU ARE!” he boomed the words so loud that the restaurant fell silent.
Your eyes flick around the room in embarrassment. “Our nullified marriage license would disagree.” You give one more glance around the bar. “Can we please not have this fight in public?”
“We wouldn’t have to fight at all if you’d just let me come home.”
”You’re not coming home because you cheated Kakashi. You broke our marriage the moment you stuck your pecker inside another woman. Don’t blame me for the fruits of your labor just because they taste bitter.” You grab your purse and start to head towards the door.
“There you go with your high and mighty speech again.”
“Leave me alone Kakashi.”
“No, not till you see reason.”
“You’re the one who needs a reality check.” you say haughtily as you walk away.
Kakashi is hot on your tail as he once more grasps your arm. He pulls you out of the restaurant, dragging you down the street.
“Kakashi let go of me! Let go!” Your arm tries clawing him off of you but he drags you into a vacant alleyway and shoves you against the wall. Your hands are pinned against the rust colored brick on either side of your face. Hot breath fills your ear with that sultry deep voice.
“What were you going to do with that little punk, huh? All slutted out in your favorite pink dress? Were you gonna let him touch you?”
Kakashi rolls his hips into you and you feel that familiar sensation of fear and arousal blended together.
“Were you gonna give my pretty lips away to some other man?”
He lunges in to kiss you, swirling his tongue around your mouth before biting down on your lower lip. Tears splash down your cheeks during his forced passion. You didn’t want this. You wanted an awkward first date with a nice guy, but instead you’re trapped under your toxic ex husband.
Kakashi lets go of your wrists to grab covetously around your waist, pulling you in and squeezing you against his defined chest. His kiss becomes more desperate while you vainly attempt to push him off of you.
“You’re never going to find someone else who knows you like I do sweet cheeks. No one else will ever satisfy you the way I do.”
His lips ghost over your cheek and trail down to your chin. You can’t help the way it steals your breath.
“No Kashi.”
“No baby, you don’t get it. We belong together.” He starts kissing your neck, softly lulling you into a state of compliance. “We still have a future together.”
“Kakashi, please.”
“Please what baby? What does my good girl want?”
You didn’t know what to say. You wanted him to stop and leave you alone but you also wanted him to keep going and touch you the way he used to. What he says is true, no one makes you feel the way he does. No one can make your skin flush the way he can. No one makes your legs shake like he does.
“Come on baby, what does my sweetcheeks want?”
Your eyes close as you breathe “Kiss me.”
“Gladly”
He restrains your hands above your head with one hand even though you were no longer fighting him and with the other her laces his fingers through your hair just above the nape of your neck. He pulls your head forward till your face is crashing into his, squishing your nose against his in a searing kiss. He rubs his pelvis along your hip as he sucks on your tongue, pulling it from your mouth into his. You moan into him and he knows he’s won back his little wife temporarily.
“Moanin like a little whore, huh? Is that what you are?” he teases “You daddy’s little whore?”
You look up at him through your lashes hating how much you loved how he degraded you.
“Yeah, you’re daddy’s whore alright which means I get to take these.”
Kakashi’s hand slips from your hair and pulls up the hem of your dress, phishing underneath for your panties. He rubs his fingerpads over the fabric, massaging your clit and making you squirm. Just when his hand works you into a fever, he slips under the elastic band and yanks them down to your knees where they fall to the asphalt in the dark alley, pooling around your shoes.
“Now she’s dressed like a whore.” he whispers into your ear as he brings his hand up to cradle your heat before dipping his pointer and middle fingers past your folds. A gasp slips from your lips and the cocky smirk on his face makes you twist in frustration. He loves the control he has over your body. He loves how he plays you like a fine tuned instrument. His fingers disappear inside of your gummy interior as he buries them deep within your walls quickly and repeatedly. You moan and squirm in his grasp. The squelching sounds from under your dress become louder with each stroke of his hand.
“Please Kashi, slow down, I’m gonna…” but you were growing too dumb from his hand to continue.
“Gonna what baby?”
“M’gonna…gonna”
“Speak sweetcheeks”
You choke out your next words, “m’gonna cum”
Your eyes cross and a creamy substance surrounds Kakashi’s knuckles. He withdraws his hand and smells his fingers, loving the sweet stench. Lapping up your tangy juices from his knuckles, he licks his lips before feeding you his fingers to finish it off.
“Looks like someone remembers who she belongs to. Let's get my slut home.”
“No wait!”
Kakashi pockets your underwear before pulling the skirt of your dress above your hips and exposing your entire sex. He then slings you over his shoulder so the whole street would see your bare cunt as Kakashi carried you to his car.
“Kashi, put me down!”
One arm hugging around your kicking legs, with the other he buried his knuckles back into your slit, finger fucking you into silence as he walked.
“Kashi, s’so embarrassing” you whisper between gasps, head dangling upside down while one hand claws at his shirt, the other clutching your purse.
Many sounds of surprise and disgust were heard from onlookers but Kakashi didn’t care. He relished in the power. He enjoys embarrassing you the way you embarrassed him in your meaningless divorce.
As he carries you into the parking garage a group of drunk men saw you and catcalled. Kakashi asked them if they wanted a taste of your gushing wet pussy and two of them agreed eagerly.
“Kakashi, no!”
“Quiet slut!” he yells with a harsh smack to your ass.
You whimper as the stranger’s hands run up the back of your thighs and grip your stinging cheeks before you feel his steamy breath against your labia. He laughs before diving his tongue into your unconsenting cunt. The man moaned from your sweet fluids and began to bury his face in your warmth.
“Say thank you, Y/N”
“T-thank you, ahh!”
His tongue began scooping out your tangy arousal before his friend became impatient and pushed the man away to get his fill. Both of his hands came down on your ass as he stood behind you and began to suck on your clit.
“Don’t just moan like an ill-mannered whore. Thank the man.”
“Thank you sir!” you say through clenched teeth.
“Thank you for what?” Kakashi barked
“Thank you for sucking on my pussy!”
You scream and shake before more cream comes dripping out of your entrance. The second stranger gladly slurps it up before Kakashi continues walking you to his car. Your freshly wet sex feels cold against the night air as he makes his way through the garage but your face is hot with embarrassment.
Once you come up to the royal blue Corvette he sets you down, both hands cupping your face to kiss you tenderly before he spins you around and bends you over the hood of his car.
“You love being a little slut. Look how wet you are cause some strangers wanted a snack.” Kakashi slapped your plush behind violently, making you scream.
“But you’re done being their toy. Now it’s my turn.”
He slaps you again, both the sound of the sting and your scream reverberate off the concrete walls. Kakashi hurriedly unbuckles his pants to free his raging cock from its confines. He presses the tip to your folds which part easily for him, welcoming him back to his rightful home.
A whorish groan spills out of you as the familiar stretch loosens your silky walls.
“Yeah, that’s right, groan for your daddy.”
You close your eyes and hum, the embarrassment ebbing away slightly as his strokes satisfy an itch that you cannot scratch all on your own.
“That’s right baby. Remember me? Remember how good I make you feel?”
You try to ignore him as your body reacts in bliss. You didn’t want his words tainting the utter euphoria it is to have him inside of you.
“No one else can do this to you. Not like I can.”
“Please shutup.” you slur between gasps as he pounds into you with loud wet slaps.
Your hands had been bracing the hood of his car but your outburst of sass made him steal your wrists and pin them behind your back. With one hand he restrained you, with the other he fisted your hair just like in the alleyway.
“Don’t you dare speak to me that way, little slut.”
He snarls and though you hate him, you loved how rough he was being with you.
“I’ll speak to you however I want, cheater.”
“You’ll respect your daddy.”
He pistons into you to quiet your retort as your hips collide with the car’s paint over and over. You can’t help the way he causes you to unravel when speared on his dick like a spit.
“You’re mine sweetcheeks. Always will be.”
He pulls your hair as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a grunt of discomfort from the tug and it only reaffirms his control.
Soon he stands up to his full height again before pumping away inside of you. Your eyes cross as you feel your legs give out from the intensity of the throbbing in your cunt. Each harsh thrust steals your breath away till you babble on his cock and cum comes gushing out.
“See baby? All mine.”
He takes you and shoves you into his passenger side seat before slamming the door shut.
“Hey! Kakashi, let me out!”
Kakashi rounds his car and gets in the driver’s side.
“What the hell? You have the child lock on? Are you insane?”
He doesn’t respond. He only turns over the engine.
“Just cause we fucked one time doesn’t mean we’re getting back together. I just needed to get my rocks off.”
“Stop being a brat. We’re going home.”
You were livid. He was quite literally abducting you and you had no way of stopping him. You groaned knowing you were at the mercy of his sick mind and were going to have to pay for an Uber to come back and get your car whenever he released you from his dumb games.
“If I hear any more of your sass that pretty pussy’s gonna get it once we’re home.”
You purse your lips together before chewing on the inside of your cheek. This man is out of his mind. He’s delusional. He seriously thinks you’re just gonna go along with all of this?!
He pulls up to the house, opens up the garage and parks inside. You wait not so patiently for him to round the car and open the door for you.
“Fine, I’m home now. You can leave.”
Kakashi’s hand swiftly strikes your face. You cup your cheek in shock.
“Don’t tell me to leave my own home.”
The glare you give him would frighten most but he’s completely indifferent to your rage.
“I’m not leaving my wife or my home ever again.” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you close to his face. You can smell the hint of mouthwash lingering on his tongue as he speaks. “Do you understand? You’re not moving on from me. Ever.”
The way he snarls at you almost makes you believe he cares. Like he must love you but alas he doesn’t know how to love. He only knows how to fuck and it’s easy to get them confused.
“Drop the act Kakashi. This was just sex and you know it.”
He spins you around so he is behind you. One of his hands comes up to your neck and the other to your chest where he gives you a good squeeze.
“This isn’t just about sex and you know it. Now walk.”
The two of you stumble to your once shared bedroom and he throws you down on the mattress. Climbing in, the springs give way under his weight and he positions himself over your body.
“I’m gonna take good care of my pretty baby. Gonna make sure she’s satisfied like a good husband.”
You roll your eyes in response and he slaps your face once more. You look up at him gobsmacked. “I said to stop behaving like a brat.”
Kakashi pins your arms above your head and lunges in for your lips. His mouth strays from your lips and greedily explores your body, licking and nipping your neck, collarbone, and chest. His hands slide from your wrists up your palms and his fingers slip between yours. Your back arches up, pushing your chest up into his. He grinds up against you, mindlessly relieving his aching member while he happily invites his lips to roam wherever they please.
You fall back into your old ways, moaning as your skin is tickled by him. Was he a walking red flag? Absolutely, but did he know how to touch you?
“Yes”
Kakashi groans as he lifts your dress, pulling it off of your figure. You raise your hips and then your shoulders as he drags the fabric up and over your head. Your naked silhouette lay bare beneath him and the drool quite literally falls from the corner of his mouth.
You feel the warm droplet splash your skin as he unbuttons the front of his pants. Hands brushing up along your sides, sliding under your shoulders, and clutching your back. Muscular physique pressing against your form before he lines up his tip.
It slowly pushes past your sopping lips before parting your gummy interior, seeking to bully against your cervix and push his precum up into your uterus. Soft little mewls sputter from your mouth, clenching around the girth that has always brought you ecstasy.
A creamy ring already forms around his base and he can feel the coolness of the bedroom air with each withdrawal as you paint him in an increasingly thick coat of your arousal. The chill is a stark contrast to the warmth of your walls that he plunges back into rhythmically.
He is never letting you go again, no matter what you say. You will stay by his side. He will ensure it. Thoughts of moving back in and living out the rest of his life with you consume his mind. His pounding triples in enthusiasm and your body is pushed up the bed slowly.
Your hands move to clutch his chest when he flips you to your belly. One leg is settled between his knees and the other is bent by your waist. The angle’s deep and stroking a spot so sweet you forget about the other woman who broke your marriage.
The blankets scrunch from your fingers clutching them tight as you brace yourself for his beating. Snapping hips pummeling into your cheeks as you look back at the towering frame behind you.
“Yes sweetie, you can cum. You don’t have to ask.”
Your eyes squeeze shut as your legs quake beneath him. Fluid drips down onto the bed from the pleasure that rips through you leaving goosebumps in its wake.
Still shaking from the aftershocks, Kakashi grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffs it beneath your hips, then closes your legs between his own.
He falls to all fours, thrusting up into you with every drop of passion in his body. Your sensitive cunt clumps around him unable to handle how his mushroom head pulls along your silken interior. Your moans echo around the room, body twisting in pleasure. Curses flow from his tongue as he grunts, dropping to his elbows to kiss the back of your neck.
Little ‘I love you’s’ are whispered into your ear as punctuated thrusts slam into your abdomen. His seed bursts all over your walls coating every centimeter of your insides. Kakashi rolls you on your back, swinging your feet over his shoulders and continues fucking his hot fluids deeper, leaning down and tilting your pelvis up to keep his spend inside. He lets himself grow soft in you as he keeps you pinned beneath him.
His soft pointed nose nuzzles behind your ear, and you feel his grip on your arms tighten before he says the words,
“I’m coming home for good cause this baby’s gonna need a father and I know you’re ovulating today.”
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happy birthday, satan <3
!! nsfw !! minors, blank, ageless blogs will be blocked !!
afab! reader, use of pet names (darling, my love, good girl). soft, loving sex, fingering, praise, no dynamics (just luv :’)), unprotected sex. (if i missed anything pls let me know)
you whisper it out into the darkness of your room, staring unseeingly at the ceiling above you, wide awake despite your best efforts, hoping for your lover’s support.
“satan, are you still awake?”
silence for a moment. you almost feel guilty, wanting him to join you in your misery of being exhausted but somehow unable to rest properly. you’d both worked equally hard, after all, sorting through the piles of books in one corner of his room that had started to prevent the door from opening all the way - you were the one who’d insisted on organizing them and giving away extraneous titles, an arduous task you know he’d only agreed on (though still, rather begrudgingly), because it was you who’d suggested it.
no matter how clever, or tough, or unbothered he tried to appear, satan is always ever soft for you, the only being in existence who could bring him to his knees in no more than a breath.
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#PRAISE !
;feat. gepard, jingyuan, blade, welt, dan heng, + luocha/afab!reader
;cw. praise kink, sexual content, no gendered prns used
a/n. i didn’t get the welt fic done but i hope that this will make up for it <3
contents on individual characters parts!
all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.
cw: pussywhipped!gepard, wet&messy, squirting
! GEPARD — heady, slurred praises babbled out in the heat of pleasure.
The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your wet little pussy was intoxicating. Every time he sunk balls deep, you would gush messily around his cock. Just the sight of that creamy ring around the base of him had his head spinning, making him feel like he was drunk.
All the exhaustion that he had come in with from a hard few days of work completely evaporated the second he walked through the door and had you pawing eagerly at him. You whimpered and whined so sweetly, telling him all about how you had been wet all day, making a mess in your little panties and that you needed him to finally satiate you.
He knew you had been playing with yourself long before he had come home. Your pretty pussy was so sensitive and messy, swollen and open from your own fingers working you open in hopes of achieving an orgasm even close to the kinds your precious boyfriend could give you.
He was all too eager to pin you down to the bed, a firm hand around your throat to keep you still as he bullied his fat cock into your needy little cunt.
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Saturday Lunch
18+ content, Minors do NOT interact
Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader
Summery: As Sasuke's loving older sister, you would pick him up after Team 7 was finished training for the day. His sensei becomes infatuated with you and takes things too far when you invite him over for Saturday Lunch at the Uchiha compound.
Warnings: NSFW, NONCON, slight yandere, fingering, unprotected penetration.
Word Count: 5.5k
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“Sasuke!” you waive as you walk up to the young group of ninja.
Sasuke grumbles your name in embarrassment as you approach him and his teammates.
“Remember to thank your sensei!”
“Thank you Kakashi-sensei.” he mumbles, barely audible
“Thank you captain!” you beam at Kakashi, while draping your arm around your little brother’s shoulder.
The man immediately flushes. A light rose dusts over Kakash’s cheeks as he returns your thanks for picking up his student.
“Are you coming to lunch tomorrow?”
You kindly direct your question at the tall silver haired man.
“I wouldn’t miss it.” He hums, his eyes practically closed from his smile hidden beneath the mask.
“Come on Sasuke, Mom and Itachi are waiting.”
“What about Dad?”
“He’s out tonight. He had responsibilities to take care of in the Hokage’s office.”
You and your little brother continue talking while you head towards the Uchiha compound. Kakashi watches as your hips sway with each pace. Your arm affectionately draped around your little brother as you walk him home.
You always did that. Pick your brother up and walk him home. Ever since Itachi was no longer able to do it. You’d take his place so that Sasuke wouldn’t feel too forgotten. Kakashi knew in his soul that it was partly because it gave you an excuse to come see him. How could he forget your infectious sweet smile? The way your cheeks swell as your lips stretch to reveal your pearly whites. It made his heart stutter each and every single time.
The problem is that it seemed your smile stole the attention of others too. Kakashi knew these men for what they are. Greedy selfish perverts, undeserving of your soft, gentle gaze. It fueled him with anger when he’d see them stare.
You were more than a pretty face. Everything about you was perfection. He couldn’t stand to see how the scum would approach you and try to steal a moment alone. Tugging on your delicate hands to guide you away. When that unsure look spreads over your face Kakashi takes the opportunity to step in and give them a death glare for so much as thinking impure thoughts about you.
You were grateful to him for always being so kind. Stepping in when normally your older brother Itachi would. You viewed him as a stand up guy and a great role model for your little brother.
However, Kakashi knew what those looks of appreciation really were and he lived for them. Feeling the high of your relieved eyes and happy gaze. Living for the days when your musical voice would thank him and invite him with the team to lunch at the compound. You were destined to be his wife. He would not allow anyone to get in his way.
Always around by happenstance. Always ready to grab you by the waist and pretend to be your boyfriend. Always lurking over your shoulder to scare away pervs with his piercing gaze. Always casually toying with a kunai or shuriken whenever a man is nearby.
He laid his claim over you clear as day. Well clear to everyone…except you.
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It’s another Saturday at the Uchiha house. You and your mom hurriedly prepare as much food as possible before all the guests arrive. You grab the leaf to your table, doubling its length, and grab the extra seat cushions out of the nearby closet. All shoes are stacked neatly by the door and you hear the timid voice of a pink haired kunoichi over your shoulder.
“Uhh, Y/N?”
“Hi Sakura!”
“I-is Sasuke here?”
“Yes, of course! He’s in the back with Itachi.”
A huge smile covers her face as she goes to follow your little brother like a lost puppy. You swear she’s so cute, obsessing over him. It makes you laugh how your brother pretends to hate it but you see how he allows her to touch him. One day he’s going to admit how much he likes her…one day.
You hear another knock at the door. You turn around and it’s their charming sensei.
“Hi Kakashi.” you softly sing in greeting
“Good Afternoon, Y/N.”
You completely miss how his voice lowers as your name rolls off his tongue. You give him a peck on the cheek to say your thanks for coming as he stoops over to take off his shoes. He offers his help in finishing preparations and setting the table as he always does.
Next thing you know, you hear the boisterous sound of one golden haired boy running in through the front door, throwing his shoes behind him as he runs towards the back of the house looking for his friend and rival.
Both you and Kakashi exchange looks as you giggle at Naruto and his antics. That’s when you hear a light rap at the door. You give Kakashi a look of confusion before walking over to the door.
“Oh hey, Setsuna!”
“Hey! I found that one wandering around harassing the neighbors so I decided to walk ‘im over for ya.”
The man blushed and scanned up and down your body as he talked to you. Kakashi clenched his teeth feeling a vein pop out of his forehead. The man was looking at you with hunger. Couldn’t you see the disrespect he showed for your modesty? Undressing you with his eyes and imagining himself with a woman who didn’t belong to him. Kakashi was sure the man imagined he had more of a claim over you, being an Uchiha and all, but Kakashi had no intention of rolling over and letting anyone sniff around what was his.
Kakashi walked up to you and laid his arm over your shoulder.
“Hey Kakashi.” Setsuna said somewhat nervously, eyes darting to how Kakashi was holding you.
“Hi”
“I’m sorry, I didn't realize you had so much company over.”
You shrug and in the process casually slip Kakashi’s arm off your shoulder, walking towards the door.
“Yeah, it’s Saturday lunch and we always invite Sasuke’s team.”
“Well I better let you get back to it.” He says flirtatiously but with eyes that continue to glance back up to Kakashi’s glaring face just over your shoulder. You reach out and rest your hand on his bicep.
“Well thank you for dropping off Naruto. We appreciate it.”
“Yeah” Kakashi grunts, “thanks.”
You move to close the door and turn around to a stoic Kakashi.
“You okay?”
He glares at the door for a bit before coming to his senses. He blinks a few times as his eyes focus on your face.
“Hm? Oh, yes. I’m fine.” his throat was dry and his words unconvincing. You give him a questioning brow but soon the kids come into the dining area anxious to eat.
A chorus of “Thank you for the food!” is heard around the table before everyone dives in. You eat happily, eyes dancing over the kids and your family.
Your father only stays for a few minutes however, before he pulls Itachi into a far corner of the house. The two of them seemingly are talking about private information regarding the future of the clan. Stuff that you, as their daughter, are not privy to.
About halfway through the meal you excuse yourself to use the restroom. Without knowing it, Kakashi’s jealous gaze wandered over to you as you turned to leave and head down the hall.
After a few moments Kakashi excused himself as well, following after you, lost in his thoughts.
You had touched another man. Why?
You shrugged off his arm. Why?
You didn’t seem grateful to him for coming to your aid. Why?
He needed answers from you and he needed them immediately.
You come out of the bathroom and collide into Kakashi’s chest. “Oof, uh, oh hi Kashi” you smile sweetly, but your smile quickly falls as you look up at Kakashi's scowl. “A-are you okay?”
“Do you want him?”
“W-what?”
“Do you want him?”
“Want who?”
“Setsuna”
“No?”
“No?” Kakashi asks raising a brow
“No.” you say more sure of yourself
“Good” Kakashi purrs.
You give him a questioning and startled look.
Feeling relief and a wave of affection for you, Kakashi steps forward, closing the distance between you two. You turn so as to slip past him but he just uses the opportunity to press his arms into the wall by your face. You swallow as your eyes zero in on how Kakashi is caging you in. You start to feel nervous and when you look back up in Kakashi’s eyes you are met with a predatory gaze that makes you shrink.
For the first time ever, you feel afraid of him.
“Kakashi, what are you doing?” You whisper, trying to give him an out and end this awkward moment.
“I’m claiming what’s mine.” he whispers in your ear, pulling back to flash you a masked smile.
“W-what’s yours?” you swallow again
“Oh come now” Kakashi breathes into your neck. “You can’t possibly tell me that all those smiles when you pick up your brother are just you being nice.”
His fingers graze your waist before grasping your wrist. You whimper under his light touch.
“You can’t tell me that you keep inviting me to your house because you’re not interested in me, sweetheart.”
You continue to shutter as his fingers lightly draw a line from your wrist up your arm, tracing all the way to your shoulder.
“...and the way you call me captain.” Kakashi closes his eyes as he groans at the memory.
You’re barely able to breathe as his figure looms over you, having you cornered in the hall. Your eyes keep shifting towards the dining room where everyone is eating and talking. You believe your dad and brother will be back at any moment and catch the interaction.
“Tell me sweetie, which room is yours?”
He purrs the words into your ear. Your eyes squeeze shut as your arm points to the second door on the right.
He spins you around, facing your room. Kakashi’s hand finds its place lightly wrapped around your throat while the hand that’s now snaked around your waist keeps you tight against his chest, walking with you towards your room.
Once inside he slides your door closed and rips his mask off his face, discarding it on the floor. He presses gentle kisses on your neck while standing behind you. Continuing to push his lips against your shoulder over your clothes.
He breathes deeply, inhaling your scent as he tightens his grip, possessively hugging you. You belonged to no one else. Just him. You never invited those other men over, just him. You showed him how you viewed him as family by constantly bringing him to the compound. Even if you weren’t married yet, he knew that’s what you wanted. You made sure he spent as much time in this part of the village as possible so he'd feel at home when the time came.
He readjusts the hand on your throat, allowing his slender fingers to swipe up to your cheek and turn your face towards his. “Tears of joy my love?”
He held you too tight for you to shake your head ‘no.’ You were so scared of what he would do to you. You weren’t strong like your brothers. You weren’t a fighter. You were simply a kind woman who loved her family and always tried to show love to others.
“Let me make you feel so good baby. Let me do that for you.” he cooed into your ear.
Kakashi was simply drunk on the idea of being alone with you for the first time. His fingers slowly undid the buttons on your sweater, pulling it off of your shoulders as his lips ghosted over your cheek.
“I love you baby and I know you love me too.”
Silent tears continue to stream down your face as he lifts your shirt over your head then turned you around to face him. His hands, so gentle but so violating. They slide up your sides and brush over to your chest. His hands cup the weight of your breasts, swiping his thumbs over the nipples, making them stiffen.
You watch as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, clearly turned on by your figure. He chews on the soft skin as he moans at the way you feel, so delicate and fragile in his hold. Somebody to protect. Somebody to be gentle with.
His hands travel down your navel to your pants. His digits undoing the top button and lowering your zipper. Fingers slipping under the waistband and pulling it down over your tender rear, allowing the fabric to pool at your feet.
Kakashi kneels before you. His arms wrapping around your waist and hugging your naked frame. He presses his face against your stomach as one of your hands goes to push his shoulder and the other his face. When your hand lands in his hair, trying to peel him away from you, he simply lifts his face to your tear stained gaze, love etched into his eyes. He kissed you at the base of your pelvis, his mouth dangerously close to your sex. You shudder and try to push him off again. But he ignored your shove, his lips instead brushed against your skin and pressed a tender kiss on your hip. Then another at your belly. His lips working their way up your center towards your jaw.
As you accepted your fate you felt a strange feeling. The front of your mind had a shift and all of your senses heightened. Your body must have swayed because Kakashi pulled back. A wide smile stretched over his face. His thumb wiping away some of the tears.
“You’ve activated your sharingan. That’s incredible baby.” He kisses your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”
His lips drop to your ear, kissing the shell, “I can’t wait to teach you how to use it.”
Your…your sharingan…You activated your sharingan…
The stress of the situation brought it out of you. You start to feel brave. You have the strength of your clan. You can be strong like your dad and brothers. You begin to struggle and try to push Kakashi off of you but to no avail. He merely chuckles at your futile attempts and walks you closer to your bed.
“Sweetheart, we can save role playing for later.”
Kakashi kneels down one more time, pulling you down with him so that you are kneeling, straddled over his lap. His hands sit firmly on your hips as he holds you down to rut his hips up against your bare sex. He closes his eyes and softly groans. You see drool drip out of the corner of his mouth.
You try to fight his grip and get up but he holds you in place. Curse your weak body. Curse your tiny muscles. You couldn’t move! You couldn’t escape. But you could feel his bulge push up into you. You could feel it through his pants. The dark fabric gets soiled from your fluids as Kakashi rubs himself against your naked folds.
Your maroon eyes observe him in slow motion. You see every ragged breath he pulls, every silver lash as he blinks, you watch how his tendons twitch as he grips you. He closes his eyes while he leans in to recapture your lips. You are everything he’s been yearning for. His tight grip readjusts to hold around your waist and his other hand resting against the back of your head, pushing your face into his.
He leans forward so that he lowers you down, your back sinking into the mattress resting on the floor. Your hands push against his chest as he hovers above you. He only smirks, delighted by your adorable efforts.
“No need to be shy, sweetheart.”
His kisses a trail over your cheek and jaw then over to your neck. His hand sliding down to your thigh, rubbing up and down, feeling how soft your skin is.
Your breath hitches as you hyperventilate, so terrified of how exposed you are under him. His palm slides up your core to your breast, fingers closing around it. A needy whine slips past Kakashi’s lips, feeling how the tissue gives way to the pressure as he squeezes.
“I’ve been dreaming of you. Wondering how soft you would feel.” He expels all air from his lungs. “It’s even better than I could have imagined, sweetheart.”
Kakashi kneels above you, pulling his shirt off and lowering the waistband of his pants. He fishes inside his briefs and pulls out his member. You see the tip glistening with precum and watch as he smears it over with his thumb.
“This is for you baby.” he says in a deep voice.
The sound so soft and gentle but brimming with delusion. He leans over you once more, lifting the same thumb to your lips, glossing your bottom one with his fluid. You watch as the visual of your lip sheen with his cum steals the man’s breath away. You begin to tremble under him, knowing what comes next. He rubs his length against your labia, manipulating how it touched you at the base of his shaft.
Seeing that you weren’t wet enough he let go of himself and instead sunk one of his long fingers into your entrance. He immediately felt how warm it was, biting his own lip at your temperature. Your trembling only increases. He sinks a second digit into your warmth and begins to stroke. Small cries coming from you as he moved.
You wished this was consensual. You wished it wasn't your first time. You wished this feeling was had under different circumstances.
You clench around him hard. Your walls trying to keep him out.
“It’s okay, love, I’ll prep you. I’ll stretch you out to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
The tears continue to silently fall as your hand grips his bicep, nails digging into him, leaving bruises where each of your fingers rest on him. He didn’t mind the pain though. He felt it romantic. You were leaving your mark on him. Your bruising grip laying claim to his skin.
His fingers slide in and out of you. Though you remain tight, fluid starts to form. Slick is generated by the motions, lubricating the area for his rock hard length eagerly waiting for its turn. He spreads his fingers inside of you. With a scissoring motion he tries to loosen you up. Make room for his manhood, but you restrict around him just as much. He slips in a third digit causing you to throw your head back and moan. The noise slipping out of you and leaving Kakashi’s dick throbbing.
The motions of his hands increase. They move faster, burying himself up to the third knuckle as he works your gummy walls trying to prepare you for his love. The ultimate show of affection.
He genuinely wants to pleasure you. He flips his wrist and hooks his fingers upwards. You moan a second time, feeling how he hits a sensitive spot as his fingertips drag along your walls. You reach your hand to your chest, feeling yourself the exact same way Kakashi just felt you. Squeezing down on your own tit as you close your eyes, embarrassed and shocked that you’re capable of feeling pleasure in this moment.. Kakashi’s speed increases till he feels you flutter around his fingers. A warmth spreads over your lower half. He slows down, still stroking as a ring forms around his knuckles before he fully pulls out.
When he does, you open your eyes and look over at his beaming face. His pupils dilate impossibly wide as he looks at his hand, lifting the fingers to his face and smelling your essence on them. You watch him drag his tongue between the fingers, licking up your slick before sinking them into his mouth.
“Mmm, so sweet.”
You swear you see his eyes cross as they roll back into his head. When he's done lapping up your cream he brings his attention back to the task at hand. He has one hand on the mattress by your waist and another at his base, beginning to line himself up with your quivering hole. “Wait!”
You plead, hand grasping his wrist near your waist.
“It’s okay my love. I’ll make you feel good like I did just now.”
You feel shame and fear take over before his tip lightly touches your lips. The mushroom head sinks in slowly stretching you out and taking your virginity. Kakashi groans just a tad too loud at the feeling of your walls caging around him. He’s absolutely in heaven and when he looks down at you with his lovestruck eyes, he sees your mangekyou staring back at him.
The act of forcibly taking your chastity fuels you with so much emotion that your sharingan immediately evolved. The affection on his face became immensely deeper. He genuinely was in love with you and overjoyed to see your eyes. His own brimming with so much love that he began to thrust into you. Both his hands now placed by your face, your hands shot up to his forearms to steady yourself. Biting at your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming at the pleasurable pain.
“It’s okay sweetheart. I’ll go slow.”
He kept true to his word. Pushing up inside of you with deliberate strokes, prodding at your squishy spot, forcibly pulling moans out of your timid mouth. He was gentle, treating you like you might break beneath him, respecting your lack of experience. At least in his mind. He gives you time to adjust to his size as he stuffs you with his girth.
His hips slowly back in and out of you, guiding his manhood with each shift of his pelvis. Your eyes are scrunched with tears pricking at the corners, Kakashi kisses them where the tears fall.
“It won’t hurt much longer.” he cooed with a peck to your cheek
He continues his slow rutting into your slit. You chew on your bottom lip, starting to feel the pain ebb away and a comforting friction take its place. Your entire core was still tight from tension but Kakashi, seeing your discomfort, softly kisses you. Working his peach skin gently against your trembling lips. His mouth lightly licks your cheek and skims over to your jaw before trailing feather light kisses over the expanse of your neck and chest. Dropping his weight to his forearms so that his hands could embrace you as his languid strokes eased in and out of your once chaste hole.
He hums happily into your chest, “I love you so much.”
“S-stop.” you cry
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“S-stop saying such t-things. Y-you don’t mean it.”
“But I do. You are going to make an amazing wife and our children will be extraordinary.”
You whimper beneath him as he continues. “You can keep your last name and proudly stay an Uchiha. I’ll move here to the compound with you. You won’t have to give up anything for me. I promise to provide for you, to love you, and to honor you.”
As his confession comes pouring out of him, his strokes gain speed. His emotions start to get the better of him and his tender touch fades away.
“K-kakashi…” you begin to whine out of protest but it dies in your throat. His increased pace begins to bring satisfaction in a way you weren’t expecting. His member deliberately massages you in places that make you moan and coil in pleasure. It’s not possible, you tell yourself. He’s a delusional rapist but as his tip brushes against that spot you never knew existed till now, you feel the fear slip away from your mind. Your fingers grip him at his shoulders, the sensation between your legs fogging your mind and stealing your thoughts.
He brings his face back up to yours to nuzzle noses, happily accepting your touch. His pace increases steadily, soon turning into a proper fuck. Your eyes begin to widen and sweat falls from your brow. Your chest bouncing with each collision of Kakashi’s hips into yours.
Not knowing what to do with yourself, you wrap your legs around him and your fingers sink into his skin tighter, the pleasure heading straight to your chore.
“That’s it, baby.” His once frightening voice suddenly sounds honeyed. “Here, let’s try another angle.”
Kakashi gently pulls out of you and you feel the cold air contact your wet folds, realizing suddenly how soaked they are. His large hands guide you onto your stomach and pull up your hips. Aligning himself behind you, he sinks in, eyes nearly crossing at the feeling of you wrapping around him once more. But this time it’s better because this time you’re squeezing him out of arousal rather than pain. Instead of pushing him out, your walls were sucking him in and he felt dizzy from it.
Hips pulling back before pushing in, rolling into you, making you squirm. Kakashi lowers himself to whisper in your ear.
“Does that feel good?”
“Mhm” is all you need to squeak out to make a smile split his face in two.
“Now arch your back f’me.”
He requests it so delicately that you forget how this entire situation started. As soon as you change your position, tilting your hips towards the mattress, an instant wave of heat washes to your core. He sunk into you deeper with a room-filling groan.
You were terrified someone would hear and it causes you to restrict around him.
“It’s okay sweetheart. I know the walls are thin but Naruto and Sakura are being loud. No one can hear us.”
You quietly nod. He loves how meek you are. Just a gentle soul sent to this earth to bless its creatures with your kindness. You resume arching your back and the way he sinks in knocks the breath out of your lungs. Kakashi continues to lean over you and hum in your ear.
“You’re doing such a good job. Just like that.” You feel your face flush at his praise.
Kakashi finally lifts up, looking down on you and surveying your small figure bent over below him. One hand purchased on your hip and the other rubbing large circles over the soft flesh of your behind, his eyes drank in the view, coveting how your body looked below his.
He rocked back and forth, beginning to reestablish his pace from earlier. The new angle completely changing the feeling of how he fit inside of you. A gasp slips past your tongue as he slips in all the way up to the hilt. Kakashi bites his own lip at the sweet sound and the feeling of your tightening grip around his manhood.
The more he stroked into you, the more you sank into the position. Rocking your hips back into him, lowering your head down to the mattress. The feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable and the thoughts about how handsome the man behind you is began to creep towards the front of your mind.
For a moment you decided to look back at Kakashi. The stolen glance had you lose your breath. He was gorgeous. Flawless milky skin covering a network of toned muscles. Veins threaded in and out of them, drawing your eyes from his hands, up his arms and to his shoulders. Your eyes take a moment to truly adjust to the look of him without a mask. You spot just how square and sharp his jaw is. How his lips are a bit swollen from him biting them and how a beauty mark sits just below them. His hair, though a bit of a mess compared to his normally pristine swooped style, still soft and fluffy. You moan, feeling him as you truly see him.
A smirk tugs at Kakashi’s lips. “You like what you see?”
You blink and nod your head.
His smirk breaks into an all out smile. His hands readjust and grip your hips tighter. Thrusts gaining speed now that you seem more comfortable. He bottomed out in you and rolled his hips. You drop your head back down on the mattress, moaning loudly into the sheets, praying that no one outside can hear you.
Kakashi looks down on you with lidded eyes, heavy with lust. He lifts a hand, bringing the palm down on you with a light spank. You grunt and clench around him on impact. You hear a whimper come from him. He truly could not handle feeling you squeeze around him like that. After months of pining, he had you wrapped around him perfectly. He did it again, getting the exact same reaction. Not wanting to get caught, he doesn’t risk spanking you further but the wet slaps emitting from where you conjoin give away your activity just the same.
You spread your knees wider and sink your spine lower, earning a grunt from the silver haired ninja. He thanks you by leaning down and settling his middle fingertip over your clit and swirling it around. Your breath hitches.
“Ah…thank you” you whisper, just barely audible over the squelching from your entrance.
Sweat is rolling down Kakashi’s chest and dampening your brow. The hand squeezing your hip slides up to your breast and lifts your chest off the mattress, pushing your rear flush against his pelvis as he snaps into you. Your head rolls back and your eyes close. How he greedily gropes your breast, expertly whirls around your bud, and stokes against all the right spots, it all feels so overwhelming. You reach one hand to massage the other breast that he wasn’t touching and place your second hand over his hand between your legs. Your breathing becomes heavy as you soak it all in. Basking in the hot, wet, sensation of him taking you from behind.
His lips ghost over your neck, “On your back for me, baby”
You dumbly nod your head ‘okay’ as you reach your arms down to the mattress and roll yourself over onto your back. Kakashi centers over you and pushes your legs up into your chest before thrusting back in. This time he went impossibly deep.
“Nagh!” Your eyes snap shut as you struggle to take him.
“You’re doing so well baby. You can do it, you can take me.”
He encourages you in his deep husky voice, low with lust. You open your eyes and he sees how your carmine gaze is glossed over, looking so innocently up at him. It’s enough to pluck his heartstrings. He feels his chest become impossibly tight as your delicate fingers grab a hold of his biceps.
“Hands around my neck sweetheart”
You pout your lips and nod, quickly grasping at his neck, allowing your fingers to thread into the bottom of his hair while you cling onto him. Kakashi slaps up into you, pace steadily increasing as his excitement gets the better of him. Your eyes begin to roll back and your lids close. The softest little moans slipping past your lips as he feels your legs start to quiver underneath him.
Kakashi lost his composure, feeling you cum around him. Your walls fluttered closed, milking him as if you needed him to fill your womb with his seed.
His face twisted in pleasurable agony. He tried desperately to hold on and let you finish your orgasm before he satisfied his own but he couldn’t hold on any longer. He had to pull out and quickly paint your stomach so as not to start a family with you just yet. He groans at the idea of breeding you and claiming you by putting his baby in your belly. The thought makes his cock twitch as he finishes pumping his ropes onto your stomach.
He falls forward, leaning his forehead against yours. Both of you panting as you look upon the other’s face. Kakashi’s eyes drop down to your lips and you reach yours to meet his. You suck on his lip and let your teeth sink into it. Kakashi swears he feels his heart stop when he pulls back, slowly freeing his lip.
“I love you” he whispers into your face.
“Then take me on a proper date.” you whisper back, eyes returning to normal.
Kakashi flashes you a toothy grin. You can see his sharp canines and how sparkling white his teeth are. This man really is gorgeous.
“We should get back before they miss us.”
“Agreed. Let me clean you up.”
Kakashi stands up and redresses himself prior to slipping out of the room. He goes to the bathroom and grabs a warm washcloth, then sneaks back into your bedroom. He massages your legs and then your feet, before kissing all the way up your body. He insists on helping you put your clothes back on, then takes your hand in his and kisses it.
His eyes lift up to meet yours before he faces the door. “Do I have to go back out there and pretend I don’t have feelings for you?”
You look down at where your fingers intertwine with his. “Don’t let go of my hand.”
The words coming out in the form of a whisper. The puppy dog expression you are met with melts your heart. You swear you almost see him cry as he pulls you into a hug.
“C’mon, let’s go.” you urge
He releases you and you step out into the hall together, reentering the dining room only to be greeted with three young disbelieving faces…
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finding out you’re pregnant on the day of toji’s big mma match
tags —nsfw, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cum dump, pet names, riding, dacriphilia, cum slut, cockwarming, mood swings, morning sickness,
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one thing that always calmed toji was definitely being deep inside his most precious person. feeling you squeeze around him had his stomach clenching, lips clashing with yours as you whined.
“my dicks fuckin’ melting,” he pants. he had you in so many different positions, absolutely wrecking your body. currently he had you in one of your favorites. especially after missing him after he’d been away for so long. his hand laced in your small one, squeezing it with each sharp thrust. holding it beside your blessed out face.
“gunnu c…cumm,” your eyes flutter, your free hand held his face, lips falling open as he kissed you, groaning as he picked up the pace, your back arched up, legs crossed behind his back as he angled your hips up. he felt himself slide deeper inside letting you suck him in.
“remember the shape of my dick, pup?” he chuckles, sitting up on his knees to grab your hips, thumb falling over your swollen clit.
“mmh just know y-yours, toji!” his thumb circles your bundle of nerves watching you cry out, legs trembling.
“good girl,” his grin had your stomach bursting with joy, you love him so much. so much. your fingers reach out, desperate for his touch. “still so needy after all this time.” he takes your hand, leaning over to kiss the soft digits. your eyes are crossing as you feel your legs tremble. “my pretty wife…” he cooes, only making you tremble at his deep voice.
“shit, squeezin me tighter than usual!” you almost knock the wind out of the man as he crashes his lips, drinking your gasps and tears as you tremble around him. “trying to push me out?” he slaps the outside of your thigh as you cum around him.
“more cum,” you kiss his lips, sucking his tongue, playing with his scar as your eyes gloss over, too dumb to think of anything else.
toji pushes your legs higher, sinking deeper as the squelching of your pussy echoes in the bedroom. “love you, love you toji…toji—ah” your pretty chants has his body heating up and dick throbbing even bigger. you feel every vein that bulges around his fat girth and his big tip kissing your cervix.
“if you keep acting like a needy brat, ‘m gonna bust soon,” his voice is strained. he fell deeper than ever, your eyes crossing as toji practically drools into your mouth. your tight pussy around his throbbing cock only had his tongue lolling out.
“mph ah ‘s big,” the large bedroom balcony was wide open as the cool night breeze swept your moans.
“want it please,” you held him so close. arms squeezing around his sweaty neck as you kissed his pretty scar—
“gun kill me,” he felt his stomach tighten, dropping his sweaty head into your neck as he gives a few more very sloppy thursts, until he’s twitching unbelievably hard, hips stuttering inside as his tip sprays long ropes of cum.
“feels so warm, toji,” you lick his ear as toji hums, lazily rolling his hips inside you as he breathes heavily against your neck, a few strained groans coming out when he feels you clench, filling you up.
“take it all,” he pushes up, leaning over your face as he pants, your fingers holding his face as you pull him to your lips.
“I mean you’re still cumming—“ you suddenly squeal, toji flicking your clit causing your body to jump.
“don’t be all snarky,” he pants over your lips, your tongue hangs out as toji deepens the kiss. sucking your tongue, making your cream ooze around his bulging cock some more.
you rub your tummy as toji groans, pressing a hand over yours and pushing down, making you whimper. he was filling you up so good. you loved the feeling of him cumming inside you.
once his dick runs dry, he rests beside you, pulling you closer. your deep breath falling even as you two fall asleep.
toji kept his soft cock deep inside you, holding you close to his chest as you slept. the warmth and closeness wasn’t something he’d admit out loud, but he needed it.
A couple weeks go by, as you roll over to your side. your stomach hurting as you extend an arm out, only to feel an empty bed.
“to…ji…” you feel another uncomfortable churn before suddenly tripping out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom, quickly falling in front of the toilet as you throw up.
you miss toji, you almost whine. why was he gone so early? you don’t think much of it. instead you go about your day until toji comes home. leaning on the man as you sit with him on the couch. he’d gained some weight for the weigh in tomorrow, so he was bigger than usual.
“you went harder than usual last night,” you mumble in his side. toji looks over, noticing the healing bruise around your thighs, his big hand gliding between your legs to rub the skin.
“i thought i heard someone cry for it to be harder,” he snarks.
“well like ya, but i have a shoot tomorrow,” you mumble rolling over so you were hugging toji.
you were more affectionate than you usually were, toji notes. you’ve been attached to him since he walked in. sitting beside him as he bathed, helping him get dressed, now you’re all over him. wasn’t this was your favorite show? is your period soon?
“you feelin alright?” toji runs a hand on the back of your head, petting you gently, your arms still wrapped around his shoulders.
your leg glides across his lap, nuzzling yourself onto him even closer. “mhm.”
he wraps an arm around you pulling you closer as he continues watching. you’re quiet, maybe you were just tired…you were wearing his sweater and sweats, but he could feel you trying to get closer to him.
“you’re needy tonight, pup,” toji grunts, feeling your hand down the front of his pants, playing with his semi-hard on.
“just missed you,” you kiss his ear, toji hums snaking his own hand down the back of your sweats and slipping a finger inside you from behind.
it didn’t take long for his fat cock to be nuzzled deep inside your dripping cunt.
“something happen today?” toji holds your cheek, the other on your hip helping you bounce on his lap. your ass slapping down on his firm thighs, whining at how big he is.
“why do you keep asking that?” you huff, getting annoyed with his questions. “just…uh, wanna feel you,” your nails dig into his shoulder, head falling back as you chase your high.
“you’re acting…”
“what?” you squeal feeling toji grab the back of your neck pulling you to his lips. you cry as he kisses you aggressively.
“I’m asking how my wife is, don’t act like a child,” he snaps, making you whine, clenching around him. toji groans getting worked up and helping you fuck him faster.
he could never get tired of this view. your head thrown back as you held his shoulder and the other hand holding his wrist that was playing with your tits. you were so fucking beautiful. your eyes fluttered as you cried out and cumming with a shake, letting him spill inside you again.
usually you would cuddle into him and let him soothe a hand over your back, but instead you stood up, his cock slipping out of your holec immediately watching his cum ooze out, still sticking to his tip, as some more cum slid down to hos base. your hand cupped your pussy and headed to the bathroom.
“baby?” he leans over the couch, puzzled.
“haveta pee,” you mumble, discarding your sweater and the door shuts.
toji follows a couple minutes later, grabbing a towel to clean off before tucking himself. he looks over seeing you in the shower. sliding the screen open, you hum looking over your shoulder.
“you’re worrying me here, did something happen? did i do something?” toji was horrible with words, but that doesn’t mean he’s a complete fucking idiot. he thinks he can read you pretty well especially having married you. likewise. yet, this is the first time he’s seen you act so…moody.
“worried about what? we just had sex?” you wash the conditioner from your hair, opening your eyes to look at the man. he looked so confused.
“dunno,” he mumbles. he wanted you to confide in him. is he really that bad with emotions that you can’t tell him what’s going on? “can you tell me you’re okay?”
“I’m okay,” you smile softly, quickly easing his nerves, but he can’t help but look at you longingly.
“c’mere,” his hand reaches out, cupping your face and pulling you close. “gimme a kiss.”
you smile as you walk closer, away from the water, to lean high up meeting his lips firmly. he’s leaning down, holding your face as he continues kissing you. he couldn’t get enough of you, his hand stroking the back of your neck as you hum, rubbing your fingers on his wrist.
toji still had his guard up. you were in fact “okay”, but you seem more irritated one second, but suddenly okay the next. he checked your temperature and you seemed fine.
“she’s been really moody,” toji chugs some water as he leans against the ring.
shiu doesn’t bother to look up from his ipad. “what did you do?”
toji rolls his eyes. “thanks.”
“did you forget her birthday, leave your dirty socks in the kitchen?”
toji fixes his gloves. “who do you take me for? you’re no help.”
“she could just be sick for your ass,” shiu shrugs, looking up to laugh at toji’s annoyed expression.
“fuck off.”
your head was pounding. heart thumping out of your chest as you sat on the cold tile floor. your lips trembled, hands running cold….no way….no way…..
“hon, he’s asking about you! you alright in there?” shiu’s hand knocked on the door.
of all the days to find out your pregnant, you had to find out now. you couldn’t hold back and wait until tomorrow…but you were nervous! you couldn’t wait—
you inhale sharply. “I’m fine.”
the moment you step out though, your eyes immediately scan around, overstimulated by all the people moving around, the coach warming up toji, shiu answering calls—
“you alright, baby?” toji is loosening his muscles as he looks up at you, ready to head out as they try to push him out the door . you don’t even realize how your legs automatically carried you to him. “baby?”
you’re an idiot, truly. because the way his hand stroked the back of your neck and the way his voice sent your stomach fluttering.
“i have to tell you something….” you bite the inside of your cheek. no, you couldn’t tell him now, that would be absolutely disastrous.
“ya, quickly,” his thumb caresses your cheek, waiting for you. instead you only lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him to your lips. his lips automatically open as you kiss him feverishly. you pull away breathing for a minute. toji’s eyes are slightly open watching the way you squeeze your eyes shut as you kiss him….“you alright?”
your breathing heavily, before forcing out a tight lipped smile. his brow quirks even more concerned as you nod. “f’course…stomach just hurts a bit,” you peck his lips again before letting him head out.
your eyes follow him as he glances over his shoulder. he was concerned, he still couldn’t figure out what was going on. maybe something happened at work? but you haven’t complained about anything, which you always do if there’s a problem—
“you got this toji, make sure to keep your guard up after his left hooks!” his coach yelled in his ear as toji stepped into the cage. his arms snapping out, before stepping up to the middle. his eyes immediately ventured out, scanning the front row to find you. you weren’t looking at him…
“scared to look at me, king?” his opponent mocked, practically making toji roll his eyes into his skull.
once they shook hands and the round began toji was in the zone. his fist colliding with his opponents stomach then face. sending ripples through his body. it was always impressive watching toji move around the cage, his feet carrying him so fast you could barely keep up.
your heart felt like it was about to leap from your chest, and not in a good way. would toji even want a kid? he’s in the highlight of his career, he wouldn’t have time for this…are you even ready?!? you’ve been with toji for awhile, but you never imagined having kid so early, did you even discuss it with him. would he think you’re not ready??
toji took a hard elbow across the face, knocking him to the ground.
“FOUL!” the ref shouted. your eyes were filled with worry. you like watching toji fight, it was exhilarating, but this time you felt sick.
toji’s eyes seemed to find you immediately. ready to get back up, but he stopped breathing for a second…..the simple gesture of your hand on your stomach…he felt his heart beat a little faster as he unconsciously, almost automatically, connected the dots in his head.
“oh fuck.”
the eye contact you made said absolutely everything. it was too easy reading you. his stomach churned, his fist slammed into his opponent. he couldn’t think, taking hits he would normally dodge. your hands falling over your face as toji kept getting beat, over and over and over—
what is going on?!? toji was screaming at himself. stop thinking! just move!
with every ounce of his being, toji used it to land a direct blow across his opponents head, immediately knocking him out on impact. the ripples of his muscles, sent a wave of adrenaline pumping through his veins. and the only thing he could do was shove the flooding people coming into the cage, not even letting the ref grab his hand to announce his victory.
your eyes blew wide as toji fell to his knees in front of you, immediately between your legs as his hands grabbed your waist, staring up at you with bright green eyes. his chest was heaving, blood still trickling from his split lip and cut eyebrow.
“toji, congratulations!” you immediately try to wipe the blood with your sleeve, not caring that you spent so much on it. his dark green eyes were blown, immediately falling on your beautiful lips, congratulating him over and over—
your heart stops. his lips press softly on the back of your hands. kissing so gently…. he’d normally go for your lips and shamelessly deepen it—
“don’t be nervous,” he speaks softly, surprising the living hell out of you. he’s never been so soft after a match. but the look in his eyes immediately told you…he knew.
“I don’t know if I’m ready…” your head dropped, you couldn’t be a mother, you’ve fucked up so many times! you lost your keys just a week ago and accidentally got on the wrong train home after a long day!
toji tilts your chin. “and your career—“
“do you wanna keep it?” he asks, tilting his head not breaking eye contact. your stomach was churning even more. you felt like throwing up. you never gushed about having children, nor did you ever wish to have some. but it’s weird….its weird because you felt really warm inside. you didn’t know why your mode was shifting, why you were okay, but the sureness in toji’s eyes—having him come immediately to you.
you could only nod, biting your cheek so you wouldn’t cry, but covering your face with your free hand. the mma victor could only smile, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the audience and reporters around had no clue what was happening, but everyone was swooning at how gentle toji was being.
“I’ll be the one to fuck it up, so don’t worry.” he teases.
you hit his chest. “don’t say that.” you take your hand off to look at him, he had a light flush on his cheeks. you’ve never seen him so calm after a match. “you sure?”
“kids are annoying brats, but if it looks like you…,” you roll your eyes. “what did you think was gonna happen?” you quirk a brow.
your breath hitched as he leaned his face close to your ear, his voice low, similar to how he spoke to you when you’re intimate. “your pretty eyes always filling with tears if I don’t stuff you full with my cum.”
your face burned red as his hand stroked your neck unbeknownst to the cameramen and reporters all waiting for toji to return. “can’t remember a time where you weren’t begging for it deep inside.” his hand travels down to your lower stomach!
you felt your legs closing as you hid your face in your hand, trying desperately to compose yourself, but my god, this man was so absolutely shameless.
“wonder what day of me pumping your tiny pussy with my cum was the one that struck gold—“
“toji,” you almost cry out only for his ear, so unbelievably hot from embarrassment you couldn’t breathe. “are you trying to kill me?!”
“of course not, pup, i was just reminiscing,” he laughs, pulling away to hold your face.
you roll your eyes at his amused faced. “haha, fuck you. so mean,” you shove his shoulder back making the man laugh, as he leans forward, tilting your chin to capture your lips.
he winces for just a moment, his cut lip stinging as you taste the metal on your tongue. you loved kissing him. your ears still hot as toji pulled away, his hand slipping down to hold yours as he walked with you back to the reporters. he did not take his hands off you that entire night.
when videos and photos were released, fans were deep diving to try and read toji and his wife’s lips. desperate to know what was so important.
but was only confirmed at his match a year later, when he stepped into the cage and gave a wave to his wife and little baby sitting on her lap.
PART 2
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Runaway Bride
~Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader~
Word count: 3165
Content warnings: arranged marriage, readers parents are mean, gender roles, patriarchy standards, arguments, super feminine wedding gown the whole 9 yards wedding stuff there, panic attack, kissing, leon driving (shits scary okay)
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