Cut To The Chase

PLAY WITH ME, JEAN.

   ITS foul when he purposefully speeds up the pace of his hips when he knows Eren is passing by the dark room only illuminating blue LED lights, giving you no chance but to moan louder, unable to help it. What if he left that crack in the door on purpose? Most likely, he did. And, he did. An obvious sign that he wanted Eren to realize he's the one that gets to fuck you, make you cum—not him.

"Did you see the look on Levi's face when I hit that touch down?" Reiner commented, popping a few skittles in his mouth and forming a wide smirk. "He was pissed as fuck."

"Too fucking bad, he needed a taste of his own medicine," Connie chuckles, retrieving the blunt from his hand before taking a puff out of it himself.

"Yo, Eren! What we doing here, man?" Connie shouted out, waiting for him to reply before he emerged back into the basement, a big white box in his hand. "What's that?"

"Anybody up for a game?" He had asked, everyone's attention on him.

"Depends on what it is."

"There's this game I bought online, right. It's underground, meaning that it's probably fucking illegal. It's limited players, only two at a time so we have to take turns. I figured we should test it out."

"What's it called?" Reiner asks.

"Stay Alive."

"So it's a scary game then, seriously? Did you test it out at least, like for yourself?" Connie hopped in, fixing the beanie on his head.

"Nah, I just said we could all test it out." Eren rolled his eyes.

"So basically you were too much of a pussy to see what this game was actually about?" Connie snickered, snatching the black case away from him, noticing that it didn't have a picture, just a black and red disc.

"I wasn't, though."

"I'm suppose to believe that?"

"Shut the fuck up. We playing this or not?" Eren raises his brow, eyes lingering over to your presence, watching you completely zone out into the dimmed screen of your phone, legs bunched up to your chest as you tried to contain the grin on your face, biting your lip and giggling quietly. You hear Eren clear his throat before saying your name, "y/n?"

"Mhm?" You hurriedly slap your phone face down on your thigh, looking up at him with attentive eyes. Eren squints at you, his eyes traveling over to an unusually quiet Jean who sat across the room from you on a bean bag chair directly facing you, his legs spread which he shifted in and out, taking a swig out of a bottle of E&J, eyes glued to his phone just like you were.

"Oh, the game? I'm good, I'm just gonna smoke and watch you guys," you smile.

Eren then asks Jean, who proceeds to give him the same answer. "I'm good, man. Maybe later."

Eren grows slightly annoyed when your attention flys right back to your phone, unaware of the scowl on his face as you smile at your screen, a new message popping up.

jean

better stop making it obvious before they find out.

you

I don't care.

jean

you should. you know who has a thing for you.

you

who? eren?

jean

no, connie. who else?

you

we're just friends.

jean

he looks at you the same way I do.

you

how do you look at me?

jean

don't pretend you don't know.

you

tell me.

jean

come here and I'll show you instead.

You peak your head over your phone, hiding your smile with the object as you watch Jean's dark eyes burn into your face, whispering 'no' to him. He chuckles, mouthing, 'come here' and using his finger to call you over, a seductive grin plastered on his face. Your face felt hot, your legs tempting you to walk over to him right now. Neither of the guys could see you two since you sat far behind them. They had chairs pulled up to the wide projector screen, backs turned to you as they laughed and smoked, the harsh clicks of buttons on their controllers sounding the area of Eren's mancave other than the low tone of R&B music.

All of you made it to Eren's after a homecoming game, celebrating a win since all the guys were on the team, Reiner being the captain and scoring the final touchdown. Even though the guys were here, Eren wanted to spend time with you the most. Unfortunately, you were too busy entertaining Jean to notice. As he played the game, he repeatedly side-eyed the two of you, purposely turning his chair slightly to the side to watch. Jealously formed in his chest as he sees you stand to your feet and make your way over to Jean, crouching next to him on your knees and snatching the bottle of liquor from his hand with a smirk, chugging some down as Jean leans forward to hover his lips over the center of your neck, breath hitting your skin. You flinch and giggle, leaning back, nearly falling before his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you onto his lap.

Clearly, Eren had feelings for you for quite some time, and they grew the longer time passed. You kind of guessed it since he was super touchy and protective over you, and Eren started to take the hint that you wanted to remain friends since you never made a move or responded back to his flirtatious actions. Seeing you with Jean was a different level of hatred. He didn't necessarily like Jean. Sure, he invited him over and always hung out with the rest of the crew, but that was only because of you and them. He had small interactions with him and that was it. Did he dislike Jean because of your feelings for him? Only fifty percent.

You and Jean never spoke a word about your relationship. It wasn't anyone's business to begin with, but, your small friend group grew curious. Connie and Reiner already made assumptions that the two of you were fucking, they also knew Eren liked you, but it's not like they could force you to like him back. You never felt that way about him. As gut-wrenching as it would be to say to Eren's face—you only thought of him as a brother.

   It was something that happened based on curiosity and the persuasion of weed. One night when Connie threw a party at his place, you and Jean hung out on the patio talking about anything and everything. Until the conversation of sex popped up, and neither of you were taken off guard. You both thought the same, and that's all you wanted. You added your contact in his phone and from that point on the two of you talked—more like sexted.

Both of you were incredibly busy, so you never had time to go through with the things you told one another. The things he said he would do to you, how he'd touch you, have you crying his name, begging him to fuck you—and so much more you couldn't even fathom. The sexual attraction was insane, making your bodies throb whenever you were around each other. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. It was torture almost, listening to him groan and whimper over a phone screen as he fucked his hand and praised you while you cried and pressed your vibrator to your clit, moaning his name.

You couldn't count how many times you FaceTimed each other just to get off. The desperation heightened the longer the two of you were apart. Jean went to a different college, so it was a miracle whenever he would come around to see you on campus. But whenever he did, you were usually around the guys, or Eren, so there was never any alone time. Jean picked up on Eren's vibe toward him. His obvious looks of 'back off' when he was next to you, playing this as some sort of rivalry when Eren had no clue that you were practically ready to climb on Jean's face before his.

Eren clenches his jaw as he ties his hair up into a messy bun, aggressively bouncing his leg and knocking down two more shots, turning his back entirely, having enough of what he was seeing. Connie and Reiner were too high to pay attention, screaming at one another as loud gunshots from the game rings in their ears. Jean has his wide hands flat on your stomach as you inch your face closer to his, his thigh inching up to hide the reflection of his hand pulling the zipper to your jeans down. Your hand wraps around his wrist, eyes interlocked as his long fingers slide into your panties, pressing two flat on your aching clit.

A moan you let out makes Jean grab the back of your head to grip your hair out of surprise, brows arching as you shift your hips and weakly mewl his name between his neck, coming closer and throwing your arm over his shoulder, nails scratching at his back. Your thighs clench, applying more pressure on your clit as he rubs circles dangerously slow. Jean grows harder in his briefs obnoxiously barricading his throbbing cock.

"Keep doing that and see what happens, dollface," Jean grins. The two of you try to be as quiet as possible, Jean glancing over to see that they were all still distracted with the game, reaching his hand down your jeans to grip your ass, bringing you close and smoothing his hand up and down your clothed thigh. You whine pathetically, locking your lips with his, the two of you sloppily kissing, rushing your tongue over each other's desperately, lips smacking.

"I got you wet like this? That easily?" Jean breathes, humming as your mouth drops and you grip onto his shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fist the moment he dips his thick fingers inside you and curls them upward, massaging that spot perfectly.

"J-Jean, let's go upstairs," you begged, grabbing his forearm to stop his movements.

"Can't hold back anymore?" He licks his lips.

"Fuck no," you whisper, giggling afterwards. Jean slowly pulls his fingers from you, slipping them into his mouth while staring you dead in your eyes, his own fluttering.

   "Let's go."

"Wait, let me go first. Wait fifteen minutes," you say, standing to your feet and fixing yourself. Jean clears his throat, watching your hips sway as you begin to walk away, trying to hide the erection in his pants.

"Ay! Where you goin'?" Connie catches you, your flustered appearance well-known as you turn your head to see him and Eren staring at you.

"Bathroom. Lady issues," you respond quickly.

"Bring me a beer on your way back, yeah?" Connie pouts. You smile adorably.

"Gotcha."

   Next thing you know, you’re locked beneath the man you’ve practically been begging to fuck forever. He already has you near done. Coming up the stairs moment after you and meeting you in this dark room, laying on his back and letting you take control of his face you fucked just like you daydreamed of doing. Eren's footsteps are eerily prominent, droplets leaking from your eye sockets from the unbearable pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. Knowing he’s outside that door makes Jean throw his head back and pound into you harder, until you’re squelching around his cock and you memorize the feeling of him throbbing deep inside you. When you raise your hand to cover your mouth, trying your best to shield your moans out of embarrassment, Jean instantly snatches it away and pins it above your head.

   "You think because someone walked by, you can stop screaming my name?" Jean slams harder, knocking the breath out of you, your nails clawing at his lower back the harder he fucks you, trying to keep your grip on him. "Louder, baby."

Fuck, you can’t. Eren could still be listening. How do you know it’s him? Who else would be irritated enough to follow the two of you and see what you were doing. Either way, it was too late to hide what was going on. It’s disrespectful to say the least. You’re getting fucked dumb by a man he despised in his own home, on his parents’ bed while his best friends are downstairs. Part of you didn’t care, the other half felt a little guilty. Though, he makes it worth the risk. The way he has your thighs spread apart, pinning them to the bed while he works his cock into you with steady rolls of his hips, letting you feel every vein, every throb, that perfect curve that hit just the right spot.

The lights suffice as he hovers above you more, eyelashes sticking together, drool sitting at the side of your blabbering mouth. You wouldn’t shut up. Not that he wanted you to, and definitely your lack of ability to do so. All those months of talking and you knew he’d live up to your expectations. He wasn’t a bullshitter. He told you he’d fuck you good, and he is.

   "Hm? What's my name, princess?” Jean runs his tongue over your lips, humming with an arched brow, waiting.

   "Jean," you gasp, biting your lip as you tremble, already on the verge of cumming. He reaches between where you two meet, pressing his thumb against your sopping clit and rolling as he holds you down, knees completely flat to the bed as drills into you. Your toes curl, your eyes scroll back, and your arch riding higher.

   "That's fuckin' right, baby,” Jean licks his lips, lowering his lips by your ear. “Let him know so it’s real.”

By betrayal of your own body, you move your hips with his each time he grounds his cock deeper, clit stimulated against his bare pelvis. He’s disappeared completely inside of you. Although Jean had a foul mouth, at the same time he managed to praise you, still being gentle with you even after tossing you around. Soft kisses to your temple, stroking the side of your thigh, asking if you’re okay. He was the sweetest. Yet that same man switched like a light the more he stayed inside you, your legs locking him still as you shake beneath him. Whimpering out his name, his breath on your neck and ears, sensitive areas that only made you wetter.

“You’re cumming for me, dollface?” Jean sets his face back in front of yours, staring you down as he salaciously locks his lips with your own, swallowing down your lustful noises and becoming one.

“Yes,” the sound of your voice is unrecognizable. Astonished with yourself. Jean chuckles, ringing in your ears.

“I’m cumming for you too, baby,” he’s groaning louder, hips becoming sloppy as he thrusts lazily, maintaining that roughness. He pants, your clit pulsating when you witness him dropping his mouth open once his eyes twitch. “See how fast you got me there? You’re so fucking sexy.”

ate per usual

all yours

when it came to your safety, onyankopon played zero games. if he felt even the slightest bit of worry he had no problem getting you from wherever you may be. there have been times where you’ve been walked out of parties, stores, and even something as little as a smoke sesh with your girls. if ony felt you were unsafe you were going home no questions asked, and you honestly didn’t have an issue with it. feeling a sense of pride in having a man that cares so deeply for you. that was until tonight…

the two of you were at your friend ivy’s place for her big housewarming party when you were getting weird stares from a couple hating ass bitches. ivy didn’t want her party to be small so she told each person she invited to tell some friends to come as well. which led to this weird ass bitch brielle hearing about the party and deciding to curse everyone with her presence. brielle was an old fling of ony’s that he been cut off like a year ago, but she’s so thick in the head that she still runs her mouth about him to this very day. you, being the classy woman you are, have been ignoring the bitch because it honestly was sad of her to be acting like this, but today she reached her limit.

when you and ony first arrived everything was great. “heyy bitchhhh. so glad y’all could make ittt.” ivy screamed as she welcomed you and ony into her new home. ony greeted her with a small “wassup, thank you for havin’ us” before letting you have the floor, walking towards jean and connie to talk. “hey boooo. this place is niceeee you gotta let me spend the night sooon” the two of you talked for awhile before she let you go to get a drink from the kitchen. as you filled your red solo cup halfway with casamigos you noticed some girls approaching where your boyfriend and his friends were. before being able to move, you were stopped by sasha, mikasa and.

sasha was the first to talk. “you peep that shit right?” she said, nodding her head towards the girls. you knew if one of your friends was going to say something about what was going on it would be sasha. mikasa was on the quieter side, but best believe when it came to you she didn’t play either. “yea i see em. that bird ass bitch and her lil flock of pigeons tryna play games” the three of you watched as brielle and her little sidekicks were all up in you boyfriend’s faces. brielle being the main one, lightly hitting ony’s chest while she laughed. her red bussdown was flowing behind her as she pushed it over her shoulder, purposely trying to bounce her tiddies as she “fixed” her hair.

being the levelheaded woman you are, you decided against approaching them. knowing that you’d probably knock the bitches head off her shoulders if you went anywhere near her right now. so you pulled out your phone and sent ony a quick and simple text. ony looked at his phone almost immediately, knowing it was you who texted him since he had it on dnd for everyone else.

my wife💐

‘tell that bitch move around or ima drag her outta here omm😐’

as soon as he read the text, ony lifted his head and began searching for you. soon he locked eyes with yours, excusing himself from whatever conversation was going on and making his way to the kitchen. “what’s wrong now?” is this nigga dumb? did he not just see and feel that bitch being weird touching on him? “nun bruh just tell that hoe to keep her distance. that hair look new and i’d hate to have that shit on the floor” as the two of you conversed you couldn’t help but peep ivy and her friends start to mug you and your girls. eventually making their way towards you. before you can even point it out your thoughts were cut off by sasha. “yea i’m finna flip dis hoe. got me all the way fucked up.”

ony watched your friends start to remove their earrings and adjust their clothes, and being the nonconfrontational man that he was he decided it was time for you to go. “go tell ivy we leavin’ and wait f’me in the car ma. i’ll get you a slice of ca-” “nah i’m good right here.” you cut him off, eager to see what this bitch was on. as they approached y’all you see that sasha and mikasa were quick to be at your side, standing face to face with each of brielle’s friends. “you got a problem wit me shawty?” brielle smirked, looking you up and down and taking pride in pissing you off. but your mouth was smart and even though it got you in trouble with your man, there was nothing you couldn’t handle when it came to other people.

“nah but you seem to have a problem that i got the nigga you want” you spit back with a smile. you could see that your comment got under her skin. she was rolling her eyes as she replied. “nah ion got a problem when i know i can have em right back anytime. like last saturday for instance.” this bitch is a liar and you knew it. laughing at loud as both her and your friends looked at you confused. last saturday ony was home the entire day, and you can only remember it so vividly because he had you face down in the mattress for cursing him out over being late to brunch. you also remembered it so vividly because he recorded most of it on your phone. “tuhh bitch please pick a different lie because you know damn well he was with me. now are we gon sit here and chit chat or you tryna take this outside cause ian really with allat talkin’. ”

before the bird could reply, ony stepped in the middle of yall and tried to play the mediator. “y/n. get in the car, now. and brielle, what we had been over for a long ass time now. give that shit up and move on.” you backed down, feeling that no bitch was worth getting into it with your man. you were lowkey tired of being the bigger person, but knew i’d be better this way than just fighting and possibly ruining your friends party. as you made your way around ony, you gave brielle the illest mug ever to let her know that even though you’re leaving, you still ain’t no bitch. it wasn’t even five seconds since you left the kitchen where you can hear the bitch starting up again. “i don’t know why you still dealin’ wit that bitch. don’t you miss me ponpon?” brielle said in a baby like voice.

“nah chill wit that bitch word bro. and you really needa stop running your fuckin’ mouth bout her too cause i may not be here next time to stop her” you smiled while ony shut that bitch down. you knew he was more on the calm side so hearing him raise his voice a little turned you on. “oh please nigga you know damn well her shit nowhere as good as mine. used to have your soul leaving your body and allat. you can act like you don’t miss me but ik that dick think otherwise.” that was it for you. it was in the blink of an eye when you were dragging that bitch outside by her hair. honestly you needed whatever glue she got bc her shit wasn’t moving an inch. as you pulled her down the steps of ivy’s porch, you felt ony trying to grab at your wrists.

“mama let her hair go right now.” he yelled. you whip your head to the side, face to face with your man as he stared at you with a warning in his eyes. your fingers instantly straightened before brielle dropped to the ground. the stare this man was giving you made your heart start pumping rapidly. through his eyes you could tell that he was saying “don’t test me”, and you had no intention of finding out what would happen if you did. it was almost instantly when ony grabbed the top of your arm, quickly walking you to his car. most of the people were already outside, migrating there as they watched you drag brielle from the kitchen to the porch. ony opened your door and you sat down, ready to leave this whole day behind already. before you could close the door you heard brielle yapping again.

“fuck you bitch you can have the nigga. ain’t nun but a piece of dick anywayssss.” you hopped out the car and sprinted towards brielle with a quickness. as she seen you approaching she tried to square up but her hands were trash. punches were flying from everywhere, connecting right to her face every time. you honestly didn’t really care too much about what she said about you, but when it came to your boyfriend there was a line to be crossed. and she stomped right over it. “keep. my. man. name. out. your. fuckin’. mouth. bitch.” she was now laid on the floor with her arms shielding her bleeding face while you continued to throw blows her way. sasha seen her friends inching up about to jump in and shut it down immediately. “if you move anotha inch ima start swinging too. we don’t do nun of that jumping shit so i wish you would try so i can fuck you up right here.”

her friends looked at each other before back up completely, not wanting any problemsm. before long you felt strong arms wrap around you, lifting you off the ground and away from brielle. you were thrown into the backseat of ony’s car before he turned the child lock on, not being able to trust you to not open the door and attack again. he made his way to the front seat and threw a handful of tissue towards you from the glove compartment. the two of you were driving home in complete silence as you wiped your hands clean. usually your man would be lecturing you right now, but there was a calmness to him that frightened you. “umm…are you mad at me?”

he ignored you, asking his own question instead. “why do you get so jealous?” he mumbled, glancing at you in the rear view mirror. you rolled your eyes, acting as if what he was saying was the most ridiculous thing in the world when in actuality, he was right. you knew that ony and brielle been done way before you even came in the picture, but the thought of him even being with her made you feel a way. ony knew you very well and he could tell how you were feeling regardless of what you did or said.

“mama how many times i gotta tell you i’m only yours huh? why can’t you just trust me?” his grip on the steering wheel tightened as he kept replaying the nights events over and over again in his head. “how you expect me to trust you when you okay wit letting bitches be in your face? bitches you used to fuck!” you yelled, holding back tears as you moved your gaze out the window. ony opened his mouth to speak, but decided against going back and forth with you any longer. “we’ll fix this at my crib. not finna argue wit you in the car”

when the two of you made it to his apartment, ony wasted no time, leading you to his room before sitting you down on his lap. “so why you don’t trust me?” he asked, his handing running all over your back as he awaited your reply. you looked at the ground tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you tried your hardest to keep your voice from wavering. “i do” ony sucked his teeth at your words, lightly grabbing your chin and facing you towards him so you could see the knowing look he was giving you. “don’t lie mama, you said it in the car. why don’t you trust me?” the tears you’ve been fighting finally broke free as you quickly covered your eyes and sobbed into his lap. “i-it’s not you pa. i-i was just a little jealous b’cause you were letting her….her-” your cries took most of your breath from you, making you have to stop in the middle of your sentence so you can take a breath. “sh sh sh i get it baby. how you want me t’fix it huh?”you shrugged your shoulders at his question, not having an idea on how he could make this horrible night any better. “a-any way you can”

a soft smile made its way to ony’s face as he lightly pushed you down on your back. he removed your bottoms before slowly getting on his knees. “this way okay?” he asked, chuckling at how you eagerly nodded your head as an answer. it wasn’t long before ony had you a blabbering mess, his fingers digging into you slowly as he took in each of you pretty face expressions. “say it again baby” your back was arched off the bed as you repeated the words ony planned to have to chanting all night. “y-you’re all mine shitt” your moans made his dick grow stiff in his pants as ony looked at the sight of your glistening wet pussy. he quickly pulled his fingers out, laying his tongue flat on your clit before eating you out sloppily.

the feeling of his skilled tongue made you scream as you pushed and pulled on his head. “again” he mumbled into your pussy, too addicted to fully take his mouth away as he looked up at your pretty face. “all mine daddy a-all mine” ony sucked softly on your clit, letting his tongue run all over it in his mouth to quickly grab an orgasm out of you. his tactic worked, making him smile as he felt your juices begin to rush out of you and wet his chin. “good girl mama”

ony stood up in front of you, taking in the sight of your post orgasmic glow as he rubbed himself through his sweatpants. the sight of his bulge made you whine in want as you slowly leaned up to free him from his pants. ony quickly grabbed your hand, giving you a soft expression before lightly pushing flat onto the bed. “s’not about me right now mama. let me do this for you ‘kay?” you nodded your head at his words, making ony give you a like tap on your thigh to make you jump. “lemme hear your voice” at the sound of the small “yes” you gave him, ony slowly freed his dick from the confines of his sweats before lining it up with your tight entrance. “say it again”

“you’re all m-….ohmygoddd” the feeling of his thick dick sinking into your walls made a pretty cry fall from your lips. your back arching off the bed as your hand quickly flew to his wrists. ony didn’t let up, his pace slow, but his thrusts deep as he dug into you with love. “yea m’all yours mama. who dick is it?” your eyes were already at the back of your skull. small whimpers falling from your lips as you tried your hardest not to let your mind drift off into the clouds. “s’m….s’mine daddy” your words were slurred as you felt his dick begin to kiss your cervix in a way that made you want to scream. “ooouuu fuckkk”

ony’s pace began to quicken. the force of his quicker thrusts making your body begin to jerk a little on the sheets. he slowly pulled up your shirt, freeing your perky breasts before leaning down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples. the feeling of his wet tongue on the sensitive bud making you grow wetter as you caressed the back of his head. you knew there would be marks in the morning, but you didn’t care. letting your man prove to you how much he loves and cares about you through making sweet love to your body. ony released your nipple with a small pop before moving up to your neck.

the dark purple marks were already beginning to form in both of the areas as he slowly moved his lips to your ear. “say it again f’me mama. don’t want you t’forget” as ony waited for your reply, he leaned up from your body, staring down at you lovingly before pulling out of you completely. you matched his gaze, your brown eyes big and watery as you told him the words he longed to hear. “you’re mine” with that ony flipped you onto your stomach, quickly thrusting back into you before fucking you at a fast pace. his dick kissed all the right places in you as you cried out into the air. “oh…oh my goddd daddy right there!” ony smirked as you continued to moan for him. he just started and you were already ready to make a mess all over the sheets. the sloppy sounds of his dick stroking your pussy ringing through the air as proof.

“s’too soon, need you t’hold it f’me ma. can you do that?” you quickly nodded your head, earning you a hard snap of his hips that made you yelp in pleasurable pain. “what i tell you before? talk t’me baby” he was pounding you into the sheets now, your back arched to perfection as ony kept a hand on your back and another at the top of your ass. “i….i can hold it daddy” a smile spread into ony’s brown features as he listened to your whiny voice. your pussy fluttering as you felt his thumb rub over your tight hole. “you want me to?” he asked, chuckling at how quickly you whined out a “yes daddy….please”. ony moved his hand before letting his spit drip from his mouth to your ass.

lightly rubbing his spit outside the brown hole before he lightly fed it the tip of his thumb. you moaned at the sensation, throwing yourself back on him to get more if his dick along with poking your ass out more. “greedy thing” he groaned before fully sheathing his tumble inside of you. the sight made his dick twitch as ony began to fuck you harder and faster. occasionally stroking your puckering hole with his thumb to keep you on edge.

“you trust me now baby?” he breathed, the sight and sound of your pretty moans and even prettier body making it hard for him not to want to shoot his load deep inside of you. “y-yes daddy….with my life”

“you gon cut out the jealousy shit?” ony began to pound into you, using his free hand to push your arch down deeper as he quickly fucked the both of you closer to your orgasms. “mmm..mhm n-no more” the feeling of his long dick repeatedly hitting your g spot made your legs shake under you as you began to soak the sheets under you with drool. “say it one more time for me beautiful and we gon cum together” tears fell from your eyes at the rush of emotions flowing through your body right now. the feeling of love and trust being the most powerful as you felt the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“you’re all mine”

his redemption | 02 | bakugo x reader

synopsis ⤸

after unknowingly moving in next door to a renown gang-leader, you are thrust into a foreign world tainted by the scars of his past. will you be able to help him redeem his sins before they finally catch up to him?

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fem! reader, 18+, dark fic, gang au, gang-leader! bakugo, doctor! reader, one night stands, friends with benefits, unrequited feelings, mutual pining, smut, graphic depictions of violence, kidnappings, mentions of blood, dubcon

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so, i had planned to get this chapter out much sooner, but i kinda had a mini hiatus (oops). but! it’s here—finally—n i really hope that it’s worth the wait, bc almost a quarter of this wc is smut, smut, smut. enjoy!

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two:

you do not see nor hear any sign of bakugo for over three weeks. 

the morning after his disappearance, you’d thrown out the bedsheets—the fabric stained an ugly shade of crimson—cursing between gritted teeth all the way to the outside dumpster. but despite your grievances, the medicinal instinct that festers inside you prevents you from resisting the urge to wonder at just how well his injuries are healing. he’s just a stranger, you try your best to remember, but that doesn’t stop the way that your stare seeks out the chipped green paint that coats the surface of his apartment door when you leave for work each morning. 

since the day that you’d moved in, new neighbour denki has taken to inviting you out for drinks, enthusiastic as he insists upon the notion of the two of you getting to know each other better. neighbours should be friends too, he’d gushed. or something along those lines; you hadn’t really been listening, because at that exact moment, you could have sworn that you’d seen a flash of blonde hair out on the balcony. without warning, you’d pelted down the hallway, denki gawking after you, baffled, as you yanked the door open with an unnecessary force. 

and much to your annoyance, the balcony had been empty. 

after peering over the railing, craning your neck both left and right—just to see if he’d walked off down towards the gardens—you’d heaved an exaggerated sigh before returning to denki, shoulders slumped with disappointment. 

the blonde had scratched the back of his neck, sheepish at the look on your face, but still dared to ask, ‘so, uh, drinks? on friday?’

‘friday,’ you had relented, giving confirmation without much thought. 

and so, right now, you’re balanced upon your tiptoes to lean closer to the bathroom mirror, applying a clear lipgloss to match the thin coating of mascara that had been hurriedly brushed over your lashes just a few moments before. dressed casually, you’re not all that bothered about putting in too much effort into an outing that you’re not really in the mood for, and yet, thinking of the boyish grin that had brightened denki’s face when you’d agreed has guilt forming somewhere in the depths of your stomach. the blonde is sweet enough, from what you’ve gathered, and you definitely aren’t opposed to befriending him, so, despite your lack of enthusiasm, you check your hair and makeup one last time before shuffling out to the bedroom to slip on your heels. exhaling, you make your way out of the door, locking it shut before you click, clack your way down the hall towards denki’s door. 

you barely manage to tap your knuckles against the door once before it flies open to reveal a dark haired woman, with equally as dark eyes that narrow slightly as she greets you.

‘new neighbour, i assume,’ she stretches out a hand towards you and you accept the handshake, forcing a smile. you haven’t a clue as to who she is, and she seems to have guessed your line of thinking, as she then reveals her name, ‘i’m jiro.’ 

‘nice to meet you,’ you offer, shifting on the spot, tension locking your spine rigid. she’s still staring at you, open with her blatant show of distrust, but you’re soon freed from her scrutiny as denki suddenly appears, beaming brightly as he bounds out into the hallway. 

‘hey!’ 

lips parting to greet him, you’re smiling once more, only to clam up as soon as the blonde bounds forward, wrapping his arms around you into a tight hug that forces a stuttered, surprised laugh that is choked from out of your mouth. bewildered, you catch jiro’s gaze as she watches with a bored expression, ‘he’s had a few already,’ is all she offers. 

‘oh,’ you manage to exhale, returning denki’s hug with less vigour, patting his shoulder once, twice, before retreating from the embrace. 

‘didn’t think you were gonna come,’ he pouts, before pointing to jiro, his grin widening, ‘have you met jiro yet? she’s my friend—whose a girl. she’s my girlfriend.’ 

you’re unable to ascertain as to whether he means that literally, but still, jiro’s cheeks appear to redden at this statement and you’re unable to stop the way that your mouth tilts into a gentle smile, ‘i have, yes.’ 

‘idiot,’ jiro grumbles, shoving a hand against the small of denki’s back, pushing. ‘let’s go, else we’ll be late.’ 

denki takes off first, dragging you along with him, and on the way out, you blink towards number 34, stare lingering upon the silver-coated numbers nailed into the door’s surface as denki tugs you towards the exit. jiro is close behind, having securely locked the apartment, hands stuffed into the pockets of her hoodie as she walks at a much more leisurely pace. 

when the three of you reach the bar that is conveniently situated just down the road from where you now live, after choosing a booth that is furthest away from the entrance, you are, admittedly, grateful when you receive your choice of drink in record timing. sipping at your flavoursome cocktail, you peer around the tropical themed environment, soca music playing in the background. you’re still new to the area, so you’re unfamiliar with this particular establishment, but it doesn’t take too long for you to decide that you appreciate it, despite the crowd of people that seems to grow larger with every passing minute. 

‘so,’ denki leans a little closer, so close that you’re actually able to recognise the faint scent of alcohol on his breath, ‘how are things at the clinic?’ 

nose crinkling, you’d almost forgotten that you’d told him about your line of work. allowing your purse to slip from your shoulder and onto the seat beside you, denki watches as you relax into the plush leather of the back of the booth. ‘it’s been a long week,’ you admit, attempting a smile that you hope will hide your exhaustion. ‘a very long week.’ 

‘betcha glad to get a drink down ya,’ he grins toothily. upon glancing down at the froth-rimmed glass that’s been abandoned on the table, you see that he’s already finished his first beer, eagerly awaiting his second.

you manage a small laugh, ‘it’s very much needed.’ you notice that jiro has barely touched her drink, not really paying attention to the conversation as she stares off to the side, eyes glazed over. blinking your attention back toward denki, you take another sip of your drink, ‘what about you? how’s work for you?’ 

denki waves a hand dismissively, ‘still on probation ‘cause of my contract with the agency. i don’t see why they won’t just hire me—the kids love me already and i’m amazing.’ 

you hadn’t been at all surprised when the blonde had told you that he was aiming to be a teaching assistant in the sports department at the local primary school, during a conversation that the two of you had had when he’d politely offered to help shift the seemingly endless stack of moving boxes into your apartment. it’s just the type of job that suits him, you think, and you don’t doubt that the kids like him—hell, you’re already warming up to him. 

‘they have regulations,’ jiro reminds him, suddenly joining the conversation. ‘they can’t just ignore them just because you happen to be good at your job. you’re still learning.’ 

‘well, i’m way better than the guy they actually have,’ denki protests. ‘he’s, like, seventy and can’t kick a ball at all. what the hell does he know about football?’ you hide your smile as jiro mumbles a comment that doesn’t reach your line of hearing. but denki seems to hear, a devilish grin playing the corner of his mouth. ‘that’s not what you were saying last—’

jiro manages to silence him by aiming a particularly hard jab to the blonde’s ribcage, but denki simply explodes with a loud bark of infectious laughter, only silencing when the waiter passes by to hand out the next round of drinks. you haven’t yet finished your first, choosing to quickly down the rest of it when you see the fresh glass that jiro slides over to you. 

and for the next few hours, the three of you consume a lot more alcohol than you had initially planned. 

by the time the clock on your mobile phone reads past one am, you’re a little more than tipsy. your temples are throbbing as your cheek presses to the palm of your hand, elbow precariously balanced upon the edge of the table, and you will yourself to remain awake as you watch denki challenge jiro to a game of cards. from where they got the stack from, you don’t know, beyond out of it to bring yourself to care. 

it is halfway through their third game when you sense someone watching you. the bar is now a lot busier than it had been when you’d first arrived, now crammed with a body count that is too large to sum up; most dancing, others nursing drinks at the bar. the volume of the music is now louder, so much so that you’re even struggling to hear your companions’ voices as they bicker over their game. 

‘you’re cheatin’!’ denki slurs heavily, but you aren’t paying enough attention to ascertain the accuracy of his accusation. 

eyes glancing around the bar as thoroughly as you can manage whilst this inebriated, you recognise that you’re searching for a needle in a haystack. it’s dizzying, looking at so many faces at once, and after a just a moment, you’re about to give up, only for your gaze to suddenly land upon a familiar face. 

kirishima stares right back at you from his seat at the bar, the stool beside him, empty. 

and much to your surprise, his welcome is almost immediate, his head tilting to beckon you forth, inviting you over. you hesitate, unsure. however, you’re also drunk, and so very curious, and so, it takes all of two seconds for you to stand from your seat. 

‘where you goin’?’ denki bellows over the music. 

‘i just saw a… friend,’ you blurt quickly. ‘i’ll be back in a minute—save my seat!’ 

denki nods, looking a little hesitant to let you go, but then jiro is distracting him with a touch to his cheek and his gaze is shifting, softening as he looks at her instead. you’re grinning, deciding to take your purse with you, snatching it from the spare seat before weaving through the crowd until you reach kirishima. 

he’s still staring, you realise, reluctantly perching upon the stool next to him when he points at it. he’s drinking alone, you note, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey as he leans a little closer so that you can hear him speak over the music, ‘what d'you want to drink?’ 

shifting in your seat, you’re hesitating again.  you don’t know this man, and yet, you’re unable to understand why his presence comforts you so. maybe it’s the alcohol that you’ve consumed, or maybe it’s the briefest of smiles that pulls at the corner of his mouth, but without meaning to, you’re already beginning to let down your guard. 

‘a woo-woo,’ the apples of your cheeks feel warm, self-conscious of the girlish choice of drink, even more so with kirishima looking at you with an amused quirk of his brow.  

‘’m not even surprised,’ he comments, before flagging down the bartender and reciting your order. as you wait, you fish into the depths of your purse for some money, holding it out to kirishima, who immediately rejects it. ‘this one’s on me,’ he insists when you stammer a protest, going as far as pushing the money back into the palm of your hand. dejectedly, you realise that he’s not going to allow you to pay, and so you drop the money back into your purse, zipping it shut with an exaggerated sigh. the bartender returns with your cocktail and kirishima hands over a paper-note that values a lot more than what your drink costs. ‘keep the change,’ he offers, and the bartender nods once before disappearing to tend to another customer. 

taking a long sip of your drink, you welcome the familiar rush of alcohol as it warms the back of your throat, looking up to watch kirishima down the remaining dregs of his whiskey, appearing to be much more sober than you are. swallowing down another mouthful, you sit upright, pushing back a loose tendril of baby hair that tickles the nape of your neck. the exhaustion that weighs on your shoulders is heavy, only accentuated by the alcohol that buzzes a fire in your stomach, and your eyelids blink rapidly in an attempt to keep you alert. 

‘didn’t know you were pals with jiro,’ you just manage to hear the low drawl of kirishima’s voice, his form towering as he leans closer so that you can hear him better. eyes darting over to where the couple are huddled together—still engaged in their increasingly heated game of solitaire—your head tilts. he doesn’t elaborate as to how he’s acquainted with jiro. 

a shoulder raises, ‘denki is my neighbour. he invited me out for drinks.’ your words slur, the syllables dragged along with each lilt of your voice, but that doesn’t stop you from consuming more of your beverage. it was free, after all. kirishima orders another drink—beer, this time—and you are surprised, bewildered, when the bartender doesn’t charge him. they must be more than acquaintances, you conclude, despite the fact that you (wrongly) suspect kirishima as a man with few friends. the two of you drink together in a comfortable silence, and it isn’t until the clock ticks past two am that kirishima offers to walk you home. stumbling as you scramble from your stool, you make to decline, ‘i-it’s okay. i’ll walk with—’

only, when you spin to flag down denki—pretending that the motion doesn’t make your temples throb horribly—to your drunken horror, he’s nowhere in sight. and neither is jiro. 

kirishima’s hand dares to touch your elbow, tugging you to his side to prevent you from falling over. ‘i sent them home.’ 

your neck cranes as you attempt to squint up at him. baffled, you struggle to recall him committing such a feat, but, struggle, you do, because as drunk as you are, you’re certain that you haven’t seen him talking to neither denki or jiro tonight.

a large arm curling around the width of your shoulders, kirishima is already steering you towards the exit, and you are given very little choice in the matter, reluctantly allowing him to accompany you home. there’s no harm, you relent, considering the fact that he already knows where you live, the short walk home quiet, save for the click-clack of your heels upon the pavement. when the two of you come to a halt at your front door, you just remember to offer a quiet thanks, muted around the slur of your tongue.

kirishima leans against the doorframe, suppressing a bemused twitch of his lips as he watches you attempt to push your key into the lock. it takes several tries, your fingers trembling, but eventually, the lock clicks, the door inching open when you push the palm of your hand to it. but before you step inside, you loiter, pupils dilating as they focus onto kirishima once more. 

‘how is he?’ 

the redhead regards you with an expression that you can no longer read. 

you swallow thickly, eventually deciding that he’s not going to answer as several long seconds pass by without a word shared between the two of you. 

‘he’s better,’ he breaks his silence, eyes watching as you kick off your heels by the door, exhaling a moan of relief as the pads of your feet mould into the carpeted flooring. ‘told you—he’s had worse,’ he pushes his weight from the wall, making to leave. 

absentmindedly, you tug at the blossom shaped keyring that ochaco had gifted you some years ago, the charm catching the light that shines in from the hallway as it dangles from your keys. 

‘make sure he takes the tablets i gave you,’ you mumble, brows pinching together because of the headache that is beginning to throb at your temples. you press an index finger to your lips, bile rising to the back of your throat.

kirishima stares at you, hesitant, ‘you good?’ 

waving a hand, you dismiss his concern, but when he still doesn’t move, you force a smile, assuring him that you’re just fine. 

‘hm,’ he hums, eyes narrowing, dubious, as if he doesn’t believe you. but you’re already beginning to close the door on him, barely managing to remember to thank him once again for walking you home. key twisting into the lock once more, you don’t bother to check if he’s actually left, hurrying to the kitchen to pour a large glass of water in the hopes that it’ll quash the nausea that churns at your stomach. 

it’s when you’re sat on the settee, downing a third pint when a thundering knock at the door startles you so much so, that you almost spill the remainder of your drink as you rush to place the glass down onto the coffee table. forcing yourself to your feet, you press an index finger to the bridge of your nose, and the ache that throbs there is now muted, but still very much present. marginally sobered by the consumption of water, you’re able to make your way down the hall, unlocking the door with ease this time, allowing it swing open. only, the face that greets you is one that has your brows twitching upwards, surprised.

bakugo leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he peers down at you, watching as you stare right back, unsure of how to greet him. kirishima had been right; the blonde looks miles better than he had when you’d last seen him. his eyes are heavily lidded, idle as they drag along the length of your body, pausing upon the stretch of your legs as he takes in your lack of attire, and you think that you can vaguely remember managing to pull your jeans off not long after you’d finished the first pint of water. 

clad in just an oversized jumper, you squirm under his stare, thighs pressing together just as your arms raise to cross over your chest. 

‘shitty hair said you were drunk,’ bakugo drawls, breaking the silence. the low baritone of his voice travels through your ears and settles right into the pit of your stomach. grimacing, you avoid his gaze, pointedly focusing on the fact that he refers to kirishima as ‘shitty hair’. 

licking at your dry lips, your toes buried into the carpet, you fail to notice the flick of bakugo’s eyes focusing on the shape of your mouth, your own trained in on his abdomen, where his t-shirt hides the injury that you’d stitched just a few weeks ago. 

‘can i check it?’ 

his spine is already straightening, making to follow you inside with an eager step forward just as you stumble backwards. quicker than you can process, his hand darts out, the width of his palm curling around your arm, steadying your balance in order to prevent your fall. the heat of his hand is scorching, rivalled only by the warmth that burns beneath the surface of your skin, your cheeks burning. murmuring a thanks, you tug yourself free from his grasp, shifting to the side to allow him to pass. he glides past you easily, already disappearing down the small hallway and toward the bedroom, leaving you to lock the door, where you lean against it as you gather your resolve.

what are you doing? 

you try to focus on the fact that he’s a stranger—god damn it—hesitating with your fingers curling around the hem of your jumper. blinking in the direction of the bedroom, you debate on as to whether you should just kick him out and demand that he gets himself checked at the hospital instead. but you’re no fool. even in your drunken state, you have enough wit about you to understand that that stab wound was no accident. someone had hurt him, deliberately, and because he’d been so stubbornly adamant on no hospitals when you had suggested it the first time, it’s hard to not jump to conclusions. still, you can’t stop yourself from suspecting that his lifestyle isn’t entirely on the legal side, especially if his scars are anything to go by. 

no, you decide. for a reason that you dare not dwell on, for now, his treatment is your responsibility.

and so, you wobble on the tips of your toes as you reach to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen cupboard, swallowing thickly as you shuffle your way into the bedroom. to your surprise, bakugo is already sat the end of the bed, his shirt scrunched beneath the fingers of his left hand, and you will your gaze away from the expanse of his tanned chest, temples throbbing as you move to switch the bedroom lamp on, shifting to kneel before him. 

the heat of his stare is molten, lids heavy as he regards you with an expression that you can’t decipher with your head spinning like this. your hands shake as you reach for the makeshift bandage that either he—or kirishima—has wrapped around the sharp lines of his torso, gently peeling it from his skin with an apprehensive crinkle of your nose. pleased to see that your stitches are still in place, you hum as you lean a tad closer to inspect the wound, the caress of your breath tickling the cut of his muscles. it’s scabbing nicely, you note, using your thumb to gently press around the wound, pausing when his abs constrict, a low grunt huffed out over the top of your head.

‘sorry,’ you mumble, turning your attention to the first aid kit. mind still fuzzy with intoxication, you’re a little slow with opening it, squinting as you busy yourself with cleaning around the wound before applying a fresh bandage—much neater than his own, if not a tad wonky due to your inebriation. ‘’s healing perfectly,’ you tell him, voice quiet. 

his next inhale is sharp, twisted around the shape of a soundless snarl as you press against a particularly sore spot, making sure the bandage is fixed in place. ‘great,’ he spits, glaring. 

‘if you want,’ you start, clearing your throat when your words begin to slur once again. ‘i can check it again next week… the stitches should have fallen out by then, but, uh, just in case…?’ 

‘’kay,’ is all he replies with, grabbing at the fabric of his shirt. he’s yet to make a move to put it back on, watching you pack the first aid kit away with sluggish movements. 

‘okay?’ you repeat, bleary eyed as you focus your stare upon his face; you hadn’t expected him to actually agree. 

the corner of his mouth twitches, and again, you’re subjected to a heat that prickles the back of your neck, the reds of his eyes narrowing as they focus on the nervous bob of your throat. ‘so,’ he grunts, expression morphing into one that is less friendly. ‘i still owe you.’ 

you frown, ‘don’t want you to owe me.’ it then occurs to you that you’re still knelt before him, and for a moment, it feels as if your headache is worsening, your index finger massaging at your temple. ‘i did it because i wanted to.’ 

that, and it’s hard to say no to someone who is bleeding all over your bed, you daren’t add. 

it is bakugo’s brows that form a frown this time. 

‘i don’t like owin’ people,’ he insists. he shifts on the mattress, as if ready to stand, only to stiffen when he also clocks onto the fact that you’re still knelt before him. ‘what’s your price?’ 

your eyes flicker a little lower, focusing on the shape of his mouth before you blink, vision a tad hazy, your cheeks warm.  ‘nothing.’

‘people don’t do anythin’—‘specially not savin’ someone’s life—for free,’ he argues, eyes hard, jaw wound tight. ‘tell me what you want in return.’ 

you can feel the beginnings of annoyance prickling at your nerves, fists clenching where they rest on your bare thighs. you suddenly feel a lot more sober. ‘i’m a doctor, which you already know—how do you know that, by the way?—saving lives is kinda what i do.’ 

he dodges your question, nostrils flaring as he demands, ‘tell me what you want.’

again, your gaze is slipping lower, blinking towards his lips once more, before your eyes snap upwards, focusing on his. and much to your surprise, the reds of his irises have darkened to a burning crimson that has the depths of your stomach knotting with something akin to molten lava. or so you think—maybe the alcohol is warping your ability to read expressions?

but apparently not, because now he’s leaning forward, the length of his spine curling as his ribs shift to accommodate his position. stupefied, you watch as he looms over you, the width of his thighs shifting—parting, you note with a dry swallow—and he’s so close that you can hear each inward drag of his breath as he inhales, lungs wheezing with the effort. 

intoxication has your pupils dilating, the blackened orbs widening as his fingers twitch, his breath fanning across the slope of your cheek as he repeats, the low drag of his voice catching on the rise of a barely concealed groan, ‘tell me what you want.’ 

and then, before you can process what you’re actually doing—because, really, what the hell are you doing?—your hands are reaching up, the tips of your fingers brushing against his skin as they dance along the length of his jaw. you’re hesitating, however, hands frozen where they rest upon his cheeks, appalled by the audacity of your own actions. you make to pull away, but before you’re given the chance to regret what you’ve done, his hands come to hold yours in place, the lengths of his fingers calloused and ridiculously hot against the backs of your own. unblinking, his eyes bore into yours as he slowly guides your hands down his face, tracing along the length of his neck, allowing you to feel the thump, thump, thump of his pulse beneath the pads of your fingers. 

up close, you dare to trace your thumb over the plush of his bottom lip, ignoring the jump of your heart when the corner of his mouth curls upwards, the stretch of his mouth forming into the shape of a smirk. your fingertips trace the annoyingly perfect ridge of his nose, brushing over his cheekbones until you press against the beauty mark on his chin, so minuscule that you’d’ve missed it if not for the fact that he’s encouraging the exploration of your touch as he leans a little closer. 

maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just because he’s stupidly, ridiculously, unfairly beautiful, but your gaze is awed, welcoming the wiggle of his fingers curling into the strands of your hair. he pulls, the length of your neck exposed as it stretches to follow the way that he forces your head back, his own lowering until his mouth hovers just centimetres from yours. his gaze is smouldering as he studies you, licking his bottom lip at the sight of your hair wrapped around his fingers, your eyes heavily lidded—with intoxication or lust, he cannot tell. 

‘tell me what you want,’ he murmurs, breath ghosting over your lips. he feels the way that you tremble against him and he shifts closer, trapping you between the broad stretch of his thighs.  

your hands are stroking over his collarbones, his eyes closing briefly at the sensation of your skin tickling his. still kneeling, you have to stretch to reach for his shoulders, your arms curling around the back of his neck, fingernails scraping against his scalp as you pull him closer. 

‘you.’

he immediately complies, mouth moulding to yours, hot and wet and feverous. the taste of him is overwhelming, dizzying, the glide of his tongue urgent as it explores the shape of your mouth, your toes curling into the carpet as he does so. the crooks of your fingers gripping his hair, twisting until he’s groaning, the blunts of his teeth dragging over your bottom lip, nipping until you’re gasping along with him.

you know that you’ll probably regret this in the morning, but all second thoughts are thrown out of the window as he reaches for you, hands suddenly grasping at your waist and hoisting you—with an ease that makes your head spin—up, up, up, until you’ve joined him on the bed, legs curling around his waist. kissing you until you’re struggling for breath, his fingers are sneaking beneath the hem of your jumper, a groan rumbling from the back of his throat as one hand grips you with an impressive strength, the other skimming against your stomach, all knuckles and wide palms. his fingertips reach to trace the curve of your breast, and the steady pace of your kiss now falters when you pause to gasp into the sharp jut of his jaw. 

you thank the gods for your intuitive decision to forgo a bra this evening, keening as his thumb—wetted by a quick swipe of his tongue—brushes over the peak of your nipple, pinching until you grace him with another breathy sigh that pitches when his teeth drag over the pulse at your throat. you know that it’ll bruise, and still, you encourage him with an experimental roll of your hips, your clothed pussy seeking a friction that can only be sated by the bulge that is rapidly hardening with each brush of your groin to his. grunting, there’s a perspiration that is forming on the nape of his neck, one that is ignored in favour of him rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger, tongue expertly tracing circles down to the length of your collarbone, his hair tickling at your nose. you’re stifling a giggle, abdomen tensing and your tits bouncing as he huffs, feigning annoyance as he grumbles something about you ruining the mood whilst hiding his widening grin with a press to your sternum. his lips seek yours again, his fingers ghosting over the dip of your waist, and your breath catches on a moan when his hips jut, rolling, teasing. 

the palms of his hands splay themselves over the curve of your rear, encouraging the slow grind that has your thighs clenching with the effort. beneath you, his breath stutters, a short, strained groan punched from the bottom of his stomach, one that vibrates the bump of his adam’s apple as he tugs you up and down his pulsing length, his cock burning a ferocious heat through the cotton of his sweatpants. the drag of your pussy is one that has his blood humming, one that entices a pitched mewl—which he swallows down greedily, selfishly—his tongue tracing yours, bare chest warming yours as he reaches to tear your woollen jumper up and over your head. 

unceremoniously, it’s discarded upon the floor, and he’s fumbling for the tie on his sweatpants, shoving them down just enough so that you now feel the naked inferno of his cock, insistently pressing against the crook of your thigh. stomach coiling with excitement, your lungs expand and contract, struggling to suck in air fast enough, and struggling further so when he’s tonguing at the roof of your mouth like that. there’s a gentle stroke across your hip, his knuckles bumping along your inner thigh as impatience has him roughly tugging your underwear to the side. nerves have you tensing at the first touch, his index and middle fingers slipping between your velvety folds, delving into the pool of sap that drools from the very hole that he seeks. your legs tighten around his waist, aware enough as to not bump against his bandage as you adjust your knees, and that’s when you realise that he’s watching your face closely, your eyelids fluttering when the width of his fingers breach the opening of your pussy, gummy walls contracting around the bump of his knuckles that gently twist inside you. 

desperate, you cry out against his mouth, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip once more, your nails biting into the corded muscles of his biceps. it isn’t long until his fingers are withdrawing, your hips chasing after them, a whinge of protest spilling out of your mouth before you can muffle it. he’s chuckling breathily, deeply, breath hot on the shell of your ear. 

‘patience.’ 

and you don’t have to be patient for long. he’s guiding the length of his cock past the tight stretch of your cunt in one long thrust, his eyes screwing shut as he hilts, balls pressed tight to the plump of your rear, a chest-heaving groan expelled down the canal of your eardrum. the tickle of his public hair brushes over your clit, your toes curling just so, and hunger has your hips rolling, seeking friction. 

‘f-fuck,’ bakugo grunts, sweat trickling down his jaw as he inhales a stuttered breath. he withdraws slowly, testing the tremble of your thighs, before his hips cant upwards, harder, faster with each stroke. 

he sets a brutal pace, his grip bruising as he fucks into your dribbling heat over and over and over, and above him, you moan loudly, able to do very little other than cling on, fingers scrambling to find leverage upon his shoulders. he crushes your mouths together, tongue rapidly seeking yours as you attempt to keep up with his kisses, dizzied with the scent of him; addicted to the taste of him. the two of you are a tangle of limbs upon the bed, the room beginning to ooze with the stench of your alcohol-infused act, his name repeatedly slurred past your lips as your pussy secretes a mess that aids the wet schlick, schlick, schlick of his balls slapping against the round of your behind. your skin is damp—sticky—with the tantalising sap that seeps from the fluttering walls of your cunt, creaming a mess around the width of his slick-coated girth, and this only seems to spear him on, the slick sound of your connection accentuated with each rough drag of his hips as he drills into the pulsing heat of your cunt at such a pace that you struggle to catch your breath. 

abruptly, he stills, cock buried within the cushioning of your inner walls, the scratch of his pubic hair grinding over your clit—just right there—encouraging the sudden snapping of the coil in your stomach. nails digging into the meat of his shoulders, your tone pitches, keening on the syllables of bakugo’s name, your toes curling where your legs are crossed behind his back. your legs tremble as he fuck, fuck, fucks you through your climax, groaning as your juices aid the slip-and-slide of his cock drilling in tune to the flutter of your gummy walls that tighten around his base with a cheek-warming squelch. the sensation is addictive, even with the trickle of cream that is pooling a mess all over his balls, and it’s almost with regret when he can feel the tell-tale electric bite that jolts deep in his abdomen, a sharp warning of his fast-approaching peak. 

he shifts to lie flat on his back, dragging you along with him with a choked moan when your fingers knot into the tresses of his hair, pulling. the curves of his muscles bulge, biceps tensing as he shifts you higher upon his lap, both of his arms encircling the circumference of your waist in order to hold you in place as his pace becomes sloppier with his yearning need to come undone. 

clit thrumming with oversensitivity, you breathe a whimper into the warmth of his neck, suckling at the sweat-dampened skin as his cock repeatedly pistons its way past the aching opening of your cunt, the new angle coaxing a sharp cry against his collarbone. he exclaims something utterly guttural in reply—a groan, or a growl, you can’t decipher—evidence of his own bliss spilling past his lips as he chases his own climax. it doesn’t take much longer, his hips slick with sweat as he comes undone with a bellow, his seed finally claiming home inside the snug curve of your cunny, painting the plush of your cervix white. he’s loud, gasping and choking in between a series of growls that serve to encourage the weak throb that pulses between your legs, thrusting once, twice, thrice, until his hips falter, prick beginning to soften until it finally slips free from the safety of your cunt. there’s a gush, followed by a tacky, drooling web of opalescent that oozes from between your folds, the puffy shape of your pussy now swollen with arousal as it clenches, releasing another seepage of semen that dribbles a path onto the mattress, leaving a sticky, glistening mess in its wake. fighting to catch his breath, his grip tightens, his fingers splayed as his palm strokes over the length of your spine.

spent, his head rests, the apple of his cheek pressed to your shoulder, panting as his fingers rake over your sweat-drenched hair. your weight is slumped atop him, weak-kneed and breathless, and there, the two of you remain, embracing until the tempo of your pulse dwindles into a pace that doesn’t make your head spin. it is you who moves first, detangling your limbs from his and standing upon trembling legs when you rise from the bed. he seems reluctant as he allows you to withdraw, fingertips brushing over the dip of your back before you step out of reach, his eyes narrowing in on the way that the muscles of your thighs protest, aching as you both begin to fix your clothing back in place. 

a short while later, you’re guiding him to the door, hyperaware of the weight of his stare that lingers on the blemishes that litter your throat. the door is unlocked with a click! and you’re expecting him to make his escape immediately. however, to your surprise, he’s leaning closer, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, before moulding his lips to yours, greedily tasting the inside of your cheeks yet again. his thumb soothes a calloused path down the slope of your chin, fiery irises burning into the depths of yours before he tears himself from the comfort of you, sauntering down the hall towards the exit, not looking back. you loiter by the doorway, watching until his head ducks, disappearing from your line of sight, before you retreat into the safety of your apartment, legs quivering as you slowly make your way back to your bed. 

you awake the next morning, regretful, his mark tainting your skin. 

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false pretenses, hange zoë

so im absolutely obsessed with this thank you for putting this idea in my head😰😵‍💫wish i could tag u anon </3

original request here [X]

pairing: college au - engineering student!hange x student!female reader - they/them pronouns for hange, afab anatomy for both

summary: the best way to get what you want is to do it yourself right?

warnings: listen this is real slutty ok, explicit sexual content 18+ minors dni - loser lesbian!hange (hange has that autistic nerd rizz), its always the quiet ones, r thinks she’s slick af, poc friendly- no physical descriptions of reader, kinda-bratty/switch!reader (r gets v subby) top-leaning!Hange, strap, dirty talk, nicknames, munch activities, fingering, finger sucking, cunnilingus, praise, brief asphyxiation, i cant think of anymore

wc: 4.9k (not proofread)

an: excuse the shitty engineering attempts im not a stem girl!! hope y’all enjoy <3

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You watched Hange from across the library, gazing over their features as they frowned. Brow creased as they solved equations that your professor had so kindly left everyone to complete after your seminar. Sometimes you’d catch their teeth nip at their bottom lip, in pensive thought.

Hange wasn't around many people, not that you saw anyway, usually kept to themselves or with the same two friends you'd seen them with. Their head often deep into a book or back hunching over a desk working some form of assignment, headphones placed over their hair.

Looking over their face, you studied Hange's strong jaw, the way their slender hand held up the weight of their head as the other scribbled down notes into their notebook. The sluttiest black tank top layered underneath an unbuttoned white dress shirt, draping over baggy brown straight-leg pants. Hair up with so many layers resting against their cheeks, framing their lovely face as multiple strands plumed out from within the hair tie. Their amber eyes lay under small, thin, glasses atop their nose. God, that nose. Perfect to sit on. Perfect to ride to holy heaven.

If it wasn’t clear, you'd had a bit of an eye on Hange for the last semester, they had transferred from a different university a while back. Upon seeing them for the first time, you wanted to speak to them. Their slightly introverted nature had made you keep your distance, though, but it was getting harder to fight the urge to go talk to them. I mean, how weird would that be? Hi, I know you don't know me but I've been obsessed with you since you transferred here? Yeah right.

No, you had to be more creative than that.

You needed a valid reason to speak to Hange so that you didn’t come across as the world’s biggest creep. Luckily for you, Hange was by far the smartest person on campus. Grades always incredibly well above average, scoring top marks in every assignment they’d submitted. So much so, that the professor had pretty much already taken them in under his wing. Due to their helpful nature and extensive knowledge in a fair range of fields, your professor was preparing Hange to be his TA after graduation. Oftentimes, passing Hange over to tutor students in his classes that lacked the grades that were expected of them at this stage in the course.

And even more luckily for you, you seemed to be really struggling with the new module. Or at least that’s what your alibi was. Who needed to know that your grades had actually been consistent passes? You were pretty strong at your theory, but you had only slightly slacked off in your classes during your professors teachings of mathematical methods and linear equations. It couldn’t hurt to get a bit of extra assistance to fill in the missing gaps.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you walked up to Hange, they barely noticed a presence beside, music blaring through the headphones, until your shoes came into their peripheral vision, spotting the black boots right beside the chair.

Their gaze followed up your bare legs, eyes slightly widened as they realised you were indeed about to induce a conversation with them and not just wandering past to get to an actual destination. They removed one cup of their headphones off their ear, holding it up with their fingers so they could listen to you. You noticed the multiple bands resting above their knuckles, bulky metallic rings varied with different patterns and weldings.

“Oh, um— hi?” Hange spoke, slightly confused, they had been deeply distracted into their equations, not anticipating someone coming to speak to them. Definitely not you, of all people.

“Hey, um— sorry to ruin your flow, but I was wondering if you could,” hesitance struck you, feeling your carefully planned script fall apart under Hange’s gaze, eyes still wide and nodding their head as a prompt for you to finish, removing the headphones fully to rest the band on the back of their neck. Why are they so hot, you thought, fumbling over yourself. “If you could tutor me with this module, you’re the smartest person in this place according to Mr. Fritz,” You joked, softening your words with a meek giggle. An attempt to make not make it seem like a big deal even though you could feel your heartbeat thump in your ears and throat.

“You can totally say no, of course,” you quickly added, after realising you didn’t actually offer them an out, not wanting to pressure Hange into having more on their plate than there already was.

Hange’s eyebrows pulled together, lips split as a wash of suspicious perplexity strained their features, only for a second before returning to normal. Back to their friendly warmth with an amiable smile stretched on their lips.

“Sure, I’d love to help,” Their eyes held yours, you to let out a faint breath of relief. “I’ve got a few things to do on campus for a while, but, I can meet you after?”

“That’d be great, thank you!” You offered to exchange phone numbers for ‘easier communication’ to plan around Hange’s schedule, before duly proposing that they come over to your dorm, as the library closed after five o’clock, and your roommates were gone for a week-long field trip.

“I’ll let you know when I’m on the way, then,” They smiled, an amused smirk etching itself on their lips before they could help it.

“That’s perfect, I appreciate it,” You beamed, “I’ll, um, leave you to your equations,” You stepped away, turning around to make your exit from the library. Hange didn’t miss the way your eyes fell onto their lips for just, perhaps, a little bit too long than was deemed socially conventional, or the way you seemed to grow flustered as they stimmed with their fingers. Hange’s gaze followed you as you walked on, trailing down to your exposed legs underneath a short skirt that hung over thick, sinuous thighs. Hange looked back down at their notebook, as they chuckled, shaking their head with endearment at your crafty deceit.

Hange certainly isn’t stupid, due to their proximity working with the professor, they were painfully aware of the more… problematic students in Mr. Fritz’ class. You were never one of them. In fact, he had even used some of your past assignments as example guidelines for the newer students. Needing help with the easiest part of the module? No way were they believing that.

—

A knock at your door, and you smoothened the fabric of your clothes, hoping to reduce any lingering creases or maybe even just to calm your nerves. You had tidied up, making your bedroom look more presentable and less like a cove of disordered chaos.

Opening the door, there stood Hange, handsome and ravishing in all their tall glory. A hand reached up to stabilise the one strap of their backpack that hung on their shoulder, the other strap dangling behind. You tried to stop, you really did, but you trailed over their figure, lured into their nonchalant stance that just exuded casual confidence as they looked back at you, an eyebrow cocked up.

Breaking contact, you welcomed them in, Hange dropped their backpack onto the floor to relieve the weight of all the heavy textbooks from their shoulders. Hand raising back up to remove the headphones from their neck, placing them atop their bag, hooked on the top handle.

You sat at your couch, leaving enough space for Hange to comfortably place themselves on. Trying to be discreet, you watched as they took off their dress shirt, hanging it on the arm of the couch, you presumed Hange was using the layer against the slightly cooler breeze outside— you couldn’t lie, you were kinda glad to see it off. Hange’s bicep was well sculpted against their black tank top as it melted into toned forearms. Tanned and strong. There was a brown cord bracelet dangling from their wrist as they rested it on their propped up knee. God, I’m no better than a man, you thought.

“So, what’d you need help with?” Hange pushed up their glasses with their ringed index finger, you wondered if that was something they often did subconsciously before beginning a task.

“Linear algebra and probability theory,”

“Hmm,” Hange nodded, a short tug at the corner of their lips, leaning their elbows on the top of their thighs, “Yeah, that stuff is pretty hard, but,”

“What did you score on the last exam?” Hange turned their head your way, amber eyes meeting yours, with a devious look.

You froze, shit. It felt like a trick question, surely Hange didn’t know the score you totalled? Surely, Hange didn’t know that you were just seven marks from a full score? It almost felt as if they were luring you into a trap; to see if you’d double down with the lie and continue with this facade or if you’d crack and admit defeat. Lose-lose either way, you’d end up embarrassed or having to make yourself look incredibly foolish.

Voice breaking in your throat, you held eye contact. Whereas Hange’s was steady and sharp, yours felt like you were just exposing yourself further the longer you remained silent.

“I-I don’t remember,” A neutral answer, you decided, totally not because you had been rendered nonverbal, clearing your throat and seeing the way Hange’s lips stretched fully into a knowing smirk.

“Hmm, you don’t remember,” They were definitely mocking you now, voice low, humming and melodic as you felt the thunder in your chest beat. You looked down at your thighs, fingers fiddling with a loose hem on your skirt.

“Getting the impression I wasn’t invited over for some homework,” They chuckled, leaning back against the support of the couch, arm stretching over the top.

One sentence and it was out in the open, the illusion you thought was so deceiving completely shattered as your true intentions came to light. Yup, embarrassing, just as you thought.

“So, why don’t you tell me the actual reason you invited me over,” If the last sentence was a stab to your confidence, this one was an extra twist in the wound. Hange was smirking at you, the mirthful look in their eyes showing you that they were relishing in your embarrassment and flustered face.

You swallowed a deep breath, feeling your skin ignite both with anticipation and nerves so lethal you almost wanted to bury yourself underneath the seat, never to be seen again.

“I, uh—“ you mumbled, the script had truly crumbled, you had no plan B apart from just spewing out the truth. You’d die before you had to do that.

“You seem a bit flustered,” Hange hummed, leaning on the back of the couch, as their thighs came to spread, “Why’s that, hm?”

The unlevelled confidence that radiated from them just seemed to further your own unease. It wasn’t often you felt that way, usually being the one to initiate flirtations with others. Yet, everything about Hange just seemed to drag you into a state of bashfulness, totally out of character as you failed to make eye contact.

“Will you look at me, love?”

You ceded, eyes meeting, as you let out a sigh. Hange placed a testing hand upon your bare knee, tentative runs of their thumb over the skin. Soft, Hange thought. The feeling eliciting shivers down your spine, warm waves down to your core, reducing you to a state of feeling unreasonably touch-starved. Hange gazed down your thighs, deliciously covered by the fabric of your skirt, moistening the edge of their upper lip with the tip of their tongue, before flickering their eyes back to you.

“What is it you really want?”

Fuck. A short gasp escaped your throat as their hand trailed up, fingers reaching underneath the hem of the short skirt. Hange was toying with you, no doubt about it.

“I… I wanted to speak to you,”

Humming, their hand moved further, “Why?”

“I found you…” you paused when their fingertips skimmed over your panties, your thighs twitched. “C-captivating, needed a reason to speak to you,”

Hange chuckled, as they leaned forward to reach the bottom of your ear, your breath hitching as their lips ghosted over the skin.

“You could’ve just asked, pretty,” Hange’s voice whispered against your ear, as you closed your eyes. You were so down bad.

“Think I haven’t noticed you, huh?” One light kiss at your skin, “Think I haven’t seen the way you stare at me?” Another kiss, ever so gentle that you almost melted into them, biting back a needy groan. Hange’s hand squeezed at your thigh, fingers towards your centre, just barely grazing over the fabric.

“I mean—god, darling, if you wanted me to fuck you that badly all you needed to do was ask nicely,” Hange’s teeth nipped at your lobe, drawing out the skin with it.

“So, ask me nicely,”

Another squeeze at your inner thigh, and no longer could you withhold the groan that you’d been holding back. You were fighting so many demons right now, hesitant to verbalise your inner desires. Hange remained near your ear, licking at the soft skin. Fuck it.

“I want you so fucking bad,” Your voice came out so much whinier than you expected, used to hearing that tone from others, but never from yourself.

“Aren’t you gonna say please?” They chuckled, dragging it out, teasing. Hange eyed the pout at your lips, the slight frown in your brows—could tell you were used to getting what you wanted easily, to not submitting. They planned to fix that.

“Fucks sake—please, Hange,” You pressed your thighs together, trapping Hange’s hand as they gripped you, as a prompt for them to do something, anything.

“Better.”

With their other hand, the one not currently trapped in between your legs, Hange grabbed at your hip. Kneading over your hip bone, where the dainty zip of your skirt dangled. The sensation caused your thighs to loosen autonomously, as Hange opportunely released their hand an inch. Slipping underneath the hem of your damp panties, fingers teasing at your slit, collecting your slick.

“You this messy just for me?” Their sinful, warm words made you shiver, goosebumps down your arms as they hit your ear. You wriggled, skirt rolled up to your hips, exposing your panties. Messy, indeed. You were growing impatient as you attempted to roll your hips into their hand, craving contact. Hange’s fingers recoiled, pushing from your slit pulling the fabric with as they tutted. Tightening their other hand on your hip once more, stilling your movements.

“C’mon, surely you’ve figured out how this works by now,” Hange’s words sounded so sweet, if it wasn’t for the absolute torture lurking underneath. Eager to tease and play with you for as long as it would take for you to actually listen and cede. With a brattish groan and a sigh, you nodded.

“Words, darling, use them.”

“Y-yes, shit—all for you, Hange.” Voice breathy, avidly impatient. Your core leaked more slick when it clenched, totally ruining your panties as it clung to your folds. The sight absolutely delectable. “I need you so bad—can’t take it,”

There it was. Finally.

“Was that so hard?” Hange hummed, a satisfied smirk creeping over their lips as they teased a finger down your slit, only slightly breaking through your entrance. Pressing your lips against theirs as you whimpered into the kiss, biting at Hange’s plump bottom lip.

“Now then, be a good girl and stay put.”

Hange pressed their finger fully into you, soon adding another two once they saw how keenly you were taking them already, walls wet and ready. Your head fell into Hange’s neck, meek moans spilling from your mouth as their slender fingers hit the back of your squishy walls.

Without removing themselves from your warm heat, Hange cased a hand at your ass, pulling you on top of their lap. Using their clothed thigh to rut their fingers up even further, other hand forcing your hips into gyration against them. The friction from their jeans hit against your sensitive clit and with their fingers inside you, you were a hot mess already. Needy and desperate from their heartless teasing.

“Ah—that’s…fucking good,” You hissed, as Hange lapped their tongue down your neck, before sucking, branding you with many dark marks leading down to your chest.

Catching the hem of your shirt, you threw your arms up to discard it, revealing your breasts to the room’s cool air, heaving up and down with heavy breaths. Hange almost moaned at the sight of you, shirtless with a short skirt pooled around your hips, draping over their knees. Of course you weren’t wearing a bra, they thought. As Hange thrust their fingers into you, their mouth wrapped over your nipples, flicking over them with their tongue. Nipping lightly over the peaks. You arched your back into them, feeling yourself grow closer, the tension in your abdomen building as you bit your lip.

Your hips lost their rhythm, aimlessly chasing the feeling of Hange’s fingers deep within you. Languid gasps and breathless moans escaping your lips. So, so close to your peak until the sensation was suddenly stripped away, leaving you totally empty. Hange removing their fingers, you could hear your own slick cry as they did, your walls tensing.

“Wha-“ You were a bit dazed, a truthfully a little annoyed, you had been so close.

“You’ve not earned it yet,” Hange laughed, clearly relishing in your frustration. They liked this, liked making you destitute, left wanting. Hange had every intention of fixing that sugared insolence they could see within you. Had every intention of tearing it inside out.

Hange reached down to their leather belt, maintaining eye contact as they unclasped the metal peg, lifting you up off their knees slightly to pull their jeans down, before removing their tank top. Their chest rose up and down, bound beneath a black binder. You could see their own centre soaking through their underwear. You ogled their figure, groaning as your sinful thoughts worsened. The kind of imagination that would surely commit you to purgatory indefinitely.

Hange pecked your charming pout away, before bringing their soaked fingers up in front of your mouth. Spreading your lips open with their thumb, shoving it inside so you could taste your own slick on it. Their other fingers followed suit.

“Clean up your mess,”

Hange watched you, your lips bruised and plump as they split to allow entrance for their index and middle finger. Sucking your juices off them as you moaned, gagging as they hit the back of your throat. Brows pinched and eyes brimmed with tears from the hot burn. Hange’s thumb pressed against your bottom teeth, pulling your jaw open, a line of drool slipping out from the corner of your open mouth. Hange would kill just about anyone for you, they thought. Irreversibly addicted to you, your needy eyes and the way you fell to follow their orders.

“So beautiful,”

Hange hung over you. Looking into your glassy eyes, with the hold against your jaw, pinky finger at your chin, they held your mouth open, spitting on your tongue.

“Swallow.”

You did. Quite happily as you groaned, muffled as your mouth was stuffed. Feeling yourself grind against Hange’s bare thigh, your core clenching around nothing as you yearned for the feeling of their fingers back inside you. Your inner thighs completely soaked, spreading it all over Hange’s bare legs.

“Such a good girl—so obedient for me,” They hummed, relieving their attack on your mouth, taking their fingers out and grasping the back of your neck, “Wonder if anyone else has ever slut you out like this, hm?”

You shut your eyes, leaning into their touch as you whined out a passive ‘No’, shaking your head to Hange’s question, not fully trusting the strength of your own voice. Fuck, you were totally gone, lost in salacity and paralysed by your own thirst. Almost brain-dead as your desire thumped in your ears, and throbbed at your core. About to explode from your own ardour as it’d eagerly been building up. Hange was divinely addictive, a substance you should never have risked trying. You could never possibly go back now, too ruined to ever possibly go to anyone else. Totally and utterly hooked on Hange.

“Aw, look how docile you are now, pretty.”

Hange kissed at your neck, coming back up to meet your lips again as you mewled against them.

“H-Hange— please, need more,” You squirmed against their lap, “Can’t take it, need to cum so badly,” You were finally begging, hesitation leaving you to fend for yourself as Hange had you right where they wanted.

“Yeah? How do you want it, baby?”

In between strained breaths, you pointed to your drawers. Strategically placed next to the couch, as Hange reached over. Chuckling once they saw your strap in its resting place.

“This what you want?”

Nodding, you rutted against Hange’s thigh, forcing some friction to rub against your clit.

“Please, fuck,” You sobbed, visions of Hange stuffing you with your strap forcing you to squeeze your thighs against Hange’s lap.

“Since you asked so nicely,”

Hange gently nudged you off their lap, to allow them to slide the harness over their thighs. You sat beside them, legs folded underneath yourself. Hand placed delicately on the side of their head, pressing sweet kisses down the skin of their neck as they adjusted the harness to fit around the circumference of their thighs. Hange shivered under your lips, eyes shutting as they indulged in the sensation for a moment, cursing as you began to lick under their lobe. You were delightful.

Hange’s hand danced along your thigh, fingers streaming past your slit as they groaned at how unbelievably wet you were.

“You’re fucking sublime,” They groaned, dragging you over their lap, hands ripping both the skirt and your ruined panties off your legs. Hange laid their back on the couch, folding your bare thighs over their jaw. You bit your lip in keen anticipation, it was almost as if you had manifested this.

“Fuck—Hange, I’ve dreamt about this for so fucking long,” Your legs twitched above Hange’s face, as a radiant smirk shone on their lips.

“Yeah? Thought about this?” Their hands clung around the plush skin of your ass, fingers squeezing tightly. They pulled you on to a steady stream along their face, teased a lick up your folds before your slit was pressed down against their flat tongue, lapping up your slick as their nose rubbed over your clit.

“F-fuck, so much—was just like this,” You gasped as you rode Hange’s face, watching dumbly as their face contorted with gluttonous solace. Eyebrows creasing as they focused on eating you out. You crumbled, finally feeling some release after being teased for what felt like many unbearable hours. Truly, it was better than you could have imagined, Hange’s fly-aways catching on their cheeks and the sides of their face as they grew dampened, your slick slapping their cheeks and fogging up their glasses from splatters and wet heat.

Resting your hand on their knees for stability, your fingers acted on their own as you came to reach underneath the strap that was dangled in the air, waiting to be used. Your fingers came to meet Hange’s folds, sliding easily past their sensitive labia, nearly as wet as your own, aching. Having been unbearably turned on since they saw your body’s visceral responses to them.

“That’s—so fucking hot, shit,” You whimpered, lost in the feeling of Hange’s insistent tongue slowly flicking deep against you and the way their centre seemed to just suck your fingers right in. Hange let out a muffled, guttural grunt into you, the vibrations making you clamp your thighs tight against their head. You almost felt apologetic, if it wasn’t for Hange, who seemed to get riled up by the very prospect of being choked out by your luscious thighs. Oxygen supply decreasing as amber eyes rolled into the back of their head, toned arms pulling you closer against them. Leaving behind marks on your skin that outlined where their fingers had been digging in.

Whilst simultaneously, you were plunging your fingers knuckles deep into their entrance. Your body leaning back as you bucked your wrist against them, fingers curling inwards against their walls. Hange’s eyes were stuck on you, watching as your body rocked against their mouth. Head hung back and breasts perked up as beads of sweat trickled down, illuminating your skin, the fine hairs around your stomach standing upright. Looking properly, they spotted a few moles scattered on your stomach, your lips were swollen as they bit out mutters of curses under your breath. Still trying to return the favour even despite feeling ruined. How divine.

The sight alone brought Hange to their knees, hazy pleasure erupting through them as they felt their body tremble. Truthfully, Hange seldom let people touch them, opting to typically give rather than receive, yet they felt like giving you permission to do whatever you wished with their body. They were so hypersensitive, extra responsive under your ambrosial touch. Debauched gasps melted into your core, still lapping at your slick as they rode through their own peak. Shuddering, as they seized their thighs against your wrist.

“Did you cu-“ Your excited, breathy voice was cut off by Hange grabbing your wrist, ripping your fingers out of themselves from overstimulation, their centre tensing with arousal dripping down their folds. Hange nodded as an affirmative, you could tell they were slightly stunned. Hange held your wrist against your back, elbow folding over as they lifted themselves up. Disconnecting your slit from their mouth, and moving you around as you returned to facing each other, your legs resting over their lap once more.

Hange’s spare hand caressed your jaw, uniting your lips together as they melded over yours. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, slipping their tongue into your mouth. You whined as they angled the tip of the strap over your folds, your slick lubricating the plastic. Hange was frenzied, desperately needing to see you stuffed with the silicone length. Elated from their own high, their words grew more depraved.

“Need to fuck this pussy,” They rasped, voice at the lowest frequency you’d heard from them, “Prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,”

Your lips parted as Hange slipped the tip inside, stretching your walls out as you gripped onto their shoulders. Hissing as you adjusted to Hange burying themselves into your tender flesh. Sinking yourself down on the strap as your hips undulated against them, pressure building up again within your abdomen as Hange fucked the strap deep into you. Tip massaging over your inner walls, repeatedly hitting that same spot that made your breath catch in your throat and your vision go white.

“Fuc—keep going, pleas—please,” Mewling, you shut your eyes, eyebrows furrowing as your nails came to scratch at Hange’s back. Your words coming out in broken sobs, tears spilling down your cheeks as you were split apart on your own strap.

“So full—Hange—“

Hange sucked against your neck, then licking over the sore spots.

“Taking me so well,” Hange praised, voice sweetly laden with saccharine honey, “Sat so pretty on my cock,”

“ngh—Shit-I-I’m gonna come,” You were shaking, thighs trembling and abdomen twitching. Finally about to release after being so cruelly edged twice. The expression on your way was picture-worthy, fucked out and wanton.

“That’s it,” Hange kept rutting up into you, muttering praises, “Come all over me, baby,” A nibble at your earlobe and you were done for. Your climax reached you, tensing up your spine, mouth agape as you shuddered, face contorted.

“You look so pretty when you come,”

Your core tightened as you spilled out your release; the force pushing the strap out from inside you, squirting all over Hange’s lap. The hardest you’ve ever come in your life.

Hange didn’t relent just yet, making sure to fuck you through your peak so you could ride every second of it. When you finally stilled, your head fell onto Hange’s neck, murmuring softly against their clavicle. Sighing, you lifted your head up, greeting Hange’s half-lidded eyes with your own. A beat and Hange reconnected your lips together, gently kissing you as you came down. Mind still fuzzy and reeling. Their hands caressed your hips, thumbs running down your skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Hange whispered, pressing a tender peck down against your swollen lips, “Wish you would’ve talked to me earlier,”

You laughed, breathy and uneven, as bashfulness struck again. Once the cloud of lust had settled, you were left with nerves, that doe look back in your eyes as you weren’t quite sure what to do now. What if Hange never wants to see you again? After all of this, you don’t think you could handle being emotionally ghosted. It was unlike you entirely, but the interest in Hange remained, simmering as you relished in their tight hold— a hold that almost promised you it wasn’t going to leave. You dared to dream.

“What are you thinking about?” Hange muttered, resting their forehead against yours, eyes closing.

“Um…” You hummed, hesitant, “This, I guess, I’m a little… nervous,”

“I guess I am, too,” They chuckled, pressing their head closer, hands still setting your skin aflame, “But, i-if you’d like to, I wanna take you out,” Pausing, “On a real date, that is, not under false tutoring pretences,”

You pulled your head back, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to stretch, an attempt at masking the hopeful beam in your eyes.

“I’d love that.”

—

listen u guys 😭 someone pls sedate me or give me a lobotomy cos what am i meant to do when i PINE over 2d characters

let me know if u guys enjoyed <3 i love to read ur comments and inputs

─ BIRTHDAY GIRL

gojo, geto, nanami, toji x fem!reader (separately)

trigger warning: overstimulation, dirty talk (geto), use of handcuffs (nanami), public s!x, degradation (toji)

༘♡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

you wake up by the feeling of a soft tongue running against the skin of your inner thigh. opening your eyes slowly, the first thing you see is gojo's face, squishing his cheek against your thigh, lazy blue eyes watching you with a glint of adoration.

"morning beautiful." he whispers just before placing a kiss over your clothed pussy.

"w-what time is it?" you ask weakly, your legs already slightly trembling.

"who cares? today's your birthday, we can do whatever you want, we got all day..."

you watch him slowly raise his eyes at you again, smirking mischievously and you can feel his hot breath against you.

"so..." he begins to talk while running his fingertips along the curve of your hips. "what do you want, mmh?"

he's really asking that when his lips are a few centimeters away from your pussy.

"your mouth, I want your mouth..." you whisper to him and he smirks again.

"where? here?" he teases, taking your hand to kiss the back of it. "be more specific baby or else I can't give it to you..." he laughs at your disappointed face and whines a little as you gently tug at his white hair to bring him closer to where you need him most.

"hereeee satoru, need you here." you almost groan in frustration, lifting your hips in the air in a needy way.

"oh here?~" he murmurs just before kissing your hidden pussy, this time using his tongue to wet the soft fabric of your panties.

you feel the tip of his tongue circles around your clit and it makes you shiver, your eyes are already rolling back even though he barely touched you.

gojo loves to tease you, sometimes he makes you beg just for a kiss, but today's your birthday, so he will be nice, at least at first.

bonus:

he brings you gifts in the morning. a lot of gifts. even more than usual. clothes, jewelry, perfumes, flowers, books, nintendo switch, pokemon cards, anything you want, he got it.

༘♡ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you know your boyfriend has a thing for edging you. he likes to deny you for hours and hours, makes you cry and beg in frustration until you sound like a broken record, saying "please" over and over again... he just loves it when you're so horny and sensitive that he could make you cum just by blowing air on your pussy. but on special occasions, he like to do the opposite, it's his way of spoiling you on your special day. he's so nice isn't he?

"su-suguru wait! you're... you're being mean!" you cry out, your trembling body trapped against his chest.

"I don't think your pussy agrees with you sweetheart, look how she's spasming when I remove my hand, she wants more..." he mocks with a wicked grin.

your skin burns with embarrassment at his words, talking about your genitals as if they were a real person. you'd be jealous if you weren't so overstimulated right now.

slowly, he puts two of his fingers inside you again and you moan at how full you feel just with his fingers alone.

he brings his mouth closer to your ear and you get goosebumps through your whole body, his lips almost touching your skin.

"come on lovely, give me one more I know you can." he whispers as he licks your earlobe.

"too much... can't..."

you squirm between his arms, your left hand desperately holding onto his forearm as his muscles flex while he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb toying with your clit. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts your chin up so he can look at your face.

"you can still talk now can't you? mmh... looks like you're still using that brain of yours, let's fix that sweetheart."

while fingering you, he slides the thumb of his other hand in your mouth and you start sucking on it without even thinking, half lidded eyes trying to focus, your vision blurry as you can feel your sixth orgasm of the night coming. he smiles, flicking your clit a bit more harshly.

"cum sweet girl, you deserve to feel really good on your birthday."

bonus:

he takes you to your favorite restaurant <3 and he's smart enough to fuck you AFTER your date unlike toji 💀

༘♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

nanami knows how to listen, it's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. he listens and remembers everything you tell him. so of course he remembered when you confessed that some day you'd like to be tied up to his bed during sex. and tonight, for your birthday, he has decided to indulge that fantasy of yours. at first he thought it was a bit silly, the smile on your face when he handcuffed you to the headboard of the bed made him laugh a little. it's only when he finds himself kneeling between your legs, facing you, watching your eyes darken with lust and the way you're already tugging at your restraints that he realizes his position. he has you under him, completely helpless, at the mercy of his teasing touch and his insatiable mouth as you impatiently wait for him and he suddenly feels like the luckiest man in the world. he caresses your thighs lovingly and starts to kiss your stomach, making his way up to your chest to bury his face in your sweet tits, licking and giving gentle bites to your soft skin. you whimper and squirm, quickly realizing how frustrating your little fantasy is going to be and he seems to notice.

"what is it? already giving up?" he asks and he smiles when you shake your head. "that's my girl."

he keeps kissing your body until his lips meet your own, taking your breath away with a sloppy kiss and you gasp in his mouth when you feel his knee against your pussy.

"work for it baby, show me how much you want me." he orders, his voice soft but firm and you can only obey.

swaying your hips, you start grinding against his knee, softly moaning, looking away with embarrassment when you see him looking down at you, hypnotized by the way you're moving your body.

"you're doing such a good job baby, keep going, wanna know how desperate you can get for me."

bonus:

nanami never takes breaks from work, except for your birthday. he takes you on a weekend where you both can relax and have some sweet sweet sex in a jacuzzi 🤤

༘♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

you thought he was being weird as soon as you showed up in the outfit you had carefully chosen for your date at your favorite restaurant. he just looked at you from head to toe and nodded. he didn't even squeeze your ass when you walked past him and you ridiculously felt a bit sad about it. you should have known better, really.

now he's grabbing your hips with his big hands and forcing your body down onto his throbbing cock in the driver's seat in the middle of the restaurant parking lot.

"m'sorry baby, I just can't resist you, you look so fucking good in that outfit." he moans in your ear and you have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

he lowers one of his hands to grab your ass and he starts thrusting inside you, his cock rubbing all the right spots, making your thighs tremble and your eyes water.

you feel his other hand threading through your hair, forcing you to look down where both of your bodies are connected.

"look at the mess you've made honey, it's all over me. does getting fucked in a car turn you on that much?" he asks and he smiles when he feels you trying to meet the cruel thrusts of his hips while looking away from the view of your pussy soaking his cock.

you whimper when he pulls at your hair, forcing your head down once again.

"answer me. does my little slut like to get off to the thought of getting caught while I'm fucking her pretty pussy?"

and despite shaking your head you can't lie to him, almost salivating at the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the fabric of his pants while he keeps slamming his hips against your skin.

"fuck yes! yes I like it! I like it so much!" and he laughs at your dumb voice, seeing you so cock drunk never fails to amuse him, especially when you make such shameless noises with the rear windows half open... he'll tell you later.

bonus:

this car sex session leaves you both panting, sweat sticking on your foreheads, your hair all messy and let's not even talk about the cum dripping out of you right now. so you both decide to go back home and toji orders food from the restaurant you were supposed to go to.

SOFT DOM

kento nanami x fem afab reader

desc: usually you run into him at the local bakery... you weren't expecting to meet him at a place like this.

cw: 7124 wc, canon divergent AU, dom / sex worker nanami, sub reader, BDSM, bondage, impact play (crop usage & ass smacking), condom use, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, brief nipple play, groping, oral sex (reader & nanami receiving), facesitting, multiple orgasms (reader), biting (from nanami), mention of hair pulling, mention of bruises, dacryphilia, spit / drool mention, pet names (darling / sweetheart / etc), reader refers to nanami as sir. lemme know if i missed anything.

a/n: thank you to the lovely patchy (@potionpeddlerpatchy) for comming this piece !! i think this is my first time writing for nanami ? i hope i did him justice <33 !!

18 & UP CONTENT. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. THANKS.

“Two melon breads and a coffee, please.” You heard the all too familiar order spoken by an all too familiar voice. 

You didn’t even notice him a few spots ahead of you in the line. Usually you would keep an eye out for him whenever you visited this bakery, as he frequents it at similar times of day as you. But today your mind was a bit preoccupied. Your thoughts were filled with a mixture of excitement and anxiety due to your Friday night plans. 

“Next, please,” called the girl working at the counter — an indicator that the man you’ve been secretly admiring must be on his way out. 

You quickly looked to the floor, feigning interest in the tiles beneath you. You caught a glimpse of his leather shoes as he passed you. You didn’t hear the bell from the door, so you assumed he went to sit at one of the tables. This wasn’t his usual routine — normally he would get his order and leave. 

Once at the counter, you got your order and an iced coffee. You headed towards the tables, coffee in one hand and the small box of baked goods in the other. You looked towards your usual table — the one you would go to sit at every time you came here — but there was already someone seated at the table. 

It was him. His back was facing you, his shoulders broad even without his jacket on. 

You momentarily stood like a deer in headlights — where were you supposed to sit now? Sure, there were other tables open… but you were so used to sitting at this specific table that it felt wrong to sit at a different one. You took a deep but subtle breath, deciding to make due with the booth seat in the back of the bakery. Your main concern now was having to pass this mystery man of yours. 

You were so caught up in wanting to get to your seat that you didn’t even notice him get up and partially block your path. Just as you were about to pass him, he stood from his seat, bumping into you in the process. 

You let out a startled yelp, spilling your thankfully iced coffee all over his shirt. You barely had any time to admire the way his wet shirt clung to his toned body, preoccupied with apologising and grabbing napkins to try and wipe his shirt clean. Despite the napkins and fabric of his shirt being a barrier between you and him, you could feel the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. 

“I am so, so sorry! I– Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. He must be upset. You never considered yourself to have a chance with this handsome stranger, but now it definitely felt like you wouldn’t have a chance with him. 

A far too gentle chuckle and rough hands wrapping around your wrists brought you out of your cocoon of self loathing and pity. “No need to apologise. I should be the one apologising. I should’ve checked my surroundings before getting up. Are you okay?” 

He looked down at you, his gentle gaze partially obscured due to his sunglasses. He noted the way tears form in the corners of your eyes, the way your bottom lip jutted out and the way your brows were furrowed upwards. He brushed away an inappropriate thought, asking you once more if you were okay. 

“No, I, I’m fine. But your shirt. It’s ruined,” you paused for a moment, “I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. Or for a replacement.” 

“That won’t be necessary. It’s a cheap shirt. I can replace it myself.” Despite his blunt words, there was something so calming about the way he spoke to you — about the way his hands held your wrists so gently. 

“At least take my contact info if ever you need some help in the future.” You pulled your wrists from his grasps, digging for a pen from your bag. You gave him no opportunity to decline as you wrote your name and number down on one of the dry napkins. 

As you went to hand him the napkin, he gave you a business card. 

“Let me buy you another coffee.” His smile was faint, but there. 

“Oh, that won’t–” you didn’t get to finish your reply. 

“I insist,” he looked down at the napkin with your name roughly written on it before proceeding to say your name. 

You let out a soft defeated sigh before nodding. “Okay… but the next time I run into you… in a less physical way… I’ll cover your order, okay?” 

“Alright then.” He chuckled once more before heading to the counter to get your replacement coffee.

You couldn’t help but pout as you looked at the business card in your hand. Nanami Kento. What a nice name, you thought to yourself. You let out a soft chuckle, noticing how his name oddly matched the way his hair was styled. 

It took only a few minutes for Nanami to get you a new coffee. He also gave you two melon breads which you weren’t expecting. Nanami briefly apologised for not asking you what coffee you wanted — he said he’ll be sure to get the right order the next time he sees you. 

The two of you spoke briefly, making small talk whilst also trying to find out more about one another. Eventually he had to leave and you had to start on the work you brought along on your laptop. He gave you a brief bow, a nod and a small smile before he exited the bakery. You watched him through the large windows of the bakery, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sight of the coffee stain on his shirt. 

After Nanami had left the bakery, you quickly finished up what little work you had, enjoyed your pastries and the coffee he bought you. 

It wasn’t long until you found yourself standing in front of the door of the club you’ve been anxious to visit. You were no longer wearing your business casual attire from earlier, instead wearing something more appropriate for the nightlife. Despite your excitement, you struggled to get your hand on the doorknob. What if it ends up being a sketchy place? What if they don’t accept walk-ins? But your friend reassured you they do… 

Your internal struggle was quickly interrupted when an awfully tall man put his arm around your shoulder. You couldn’t help but jerk away from him, an accidental yelp leaving your lips. 

“No need to worry, sweet thing. I work here. You’re new, right? Come with me.” 

You could barely get a word in as the unknown man escorted you inside. His over the top personality stood out just as much as his white hair. He kept asking you questions. What were you looking for? Are you a sub? Do you prefer it rough or gentle? What’s your type in men? In women? 

“It’s my first time here and you’re talking too much!” You blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up for the umpteenth time today as the clerk at the counter glanced over to you. 

The white haired man chuckled, patting your shoulder before leading you to the clerk. “Ask for Kenjiro. He’s your best choice as a first timer.” He winked before disappearing through a door that you could only assume led to the dressing room for the employees. 

You awkwardly stood at the counter, struggling to look the clerk in the eyes. “I’d like to ask for, uh, Kenjiro, please.” 

“You’ll go with Kenjiro, hm? Is it your first time at this kind of establishment?” The clerk didn’t seem bothered by your obvious anxiety. 

You nodded in response. The clerk only hummed before continuing to get your bill ready. You ended up asking for a two hour session, hoping that the longer session would give you more time to ease into everything. You hoped that it wasn’t a mistake to accept the recommendation from the white haired stranger. 

You were soon given a card and were told to wait for a few minutes as they prepared a room. You noted that the “Ken” in Kenjiro used the same character as the “Ken” in Kento. Maybe this was a good choice. 

It wasn’t long before you were escorted down a rather long hallway — you didn’t expect the place to be this big. You were led into a dimly lit room with a mostly red and black interior. The large bed seemed to be the most familiar piece of furniture to you in the room. You noted the hooks on the bed frame, the ropes adorning the walls and the table with neatly laid out items you could only assume the purpose of. 

You were left alone long enough for you to take a seat on the bed, breathing deeply to try and curb your nervousness. 

It wasn’t long before the door to the room opened and a broad shouldered man entered. Despite the dim lighting, it didn’t take you long to notice exactly who it was that entered the room. 

Even with the decorative mask covering half of his face, you could tell who it was. He wore the same watch as earlier in the day. Though messier, his hair was parted at the exact same spot as this afternoon. There was no doubt about it. The man standing in front of you was Nanami Kento. 

“I, uh– Nanami?” You stammered out, getting up from the bed to be a bit more levelled with him. 

He didn’t say anything, only letting out a deep sight before removing his mask. There was no point in hiding his face if you knew who he was.

You stared at each other for a few moments, tension building up and filling the room. “I’ll cancel the session, sorry…” You didn’t give him time to respond, instead trying to move past him to the door. 

Before you could even get a proper grip on the door handle Nanami had his hand planted on the door, preventing you from opening it. You felt cornered between him and the door, but you didn’t feel anxious anymore. “I’m fine with this if you are.” His voice was gentle from behind you. 

You could smell his cologne — it was different from the one he wore earlier in the day. His breathing was slow and steady, but hot against your nape. 

“I haven’t done this before…” You spoke after a while. “I mean, I’ve had sex before but I haven’t done this before.” 

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll make sure you don’t regret picking me.” 

You turned around to face him, your back now pressed to the door. You nodded as you looked up at him. He removed his hand from the door, instead holding it out for you to take. You placed your hand in his and allowed him to guide you to the bed, to talk you through the concept of safewords despite you already knowing what they were. You allowed him to undress you, to caress your skin with his big, warm hands. 

Once you were left in only the lingerie you bought specifically for this night, Nanami pulled you against him. The leather harness he wore over his dress shirt was cold against your skin. You felt exposed compared to him who was fully clothed, only his face and hands were left uncovered. 

He placed a hand on the small of your back, pushing your body even more into his. His other hand trailed along your side, a finger hooking into the strap of your panties that ran over your hip. He pulled it before letting it smack back against your skin. You hoped you didn’t flinch. 

“You said you were okay with bondage, yes?” You nodded in response to his question. The hand at your side squeezed your hip, briefly leaving an imprint on your skin after he pulled it away from you. Nanami stepped back, retrieving some of the rope you had assumed were only for decoration. 

It wasn’t long before he was in front of you again, now draping the rope over your skin and tying it in intricate knots. His knuckles ghosted over your skin as he worked. You couldn’t help the shiver that ran through your body. 

By the time he was done tying the last knot at your wrists, you felt like your legs could give in beneath you. Nanami was attentive as he trailed his fingers along the rope that adorned your skin. He pressed against it, indirectly pressing against your skin. A part of you wished he would just touch you instead of only touching the rope. 

When his hands did finally meet your skin, there was a new barrier hindering the skin to skin contact you were hoping for. He was wearing gloves — cold leather gloves that felt rough against your plush skin. 

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips or the way you pouted. With your hands tied down you couldn’t even attempt to touch his face — the only place with bare skin of his available. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at him, an evident displeased look on your face. “I want to feel you against my skin.” 

Nanami only chuckled, leaning down until his lips only barely ghosted over yours. Just as you tried to fill the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. A gloved hand wrapped around your jaw, “You need to earn my touch, sweetheart.” With that he pushed you down onto the bed.

With your wrists tied together and connected to the rope that sat snuggly between your pussy lips, you were unable to cushion your fall, landing flat on your back. Thankfully the bed was soft beneath you. 

In an attempt to sit upright or even scoot a bit further up on the bed, the rope running along your slit tightened as your hands tried to help you move. The moan that left your lips shocked not only you but also Nanami. He had barely even done anything to you — and hadn’t even touched you in this moment — yet you were moaning so lewdly. 

The friction of the rope pressing the lace of your panties further into your dampening cunt made you squirm. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to keep moving your hands to feel more of this or if you just wanted it to stop. 

“Now, now.” Gloved hands took hold of your wrists, bringing them downwards to stop you from pleasuring yourself. “Who said you got to feel good yet, hm? You only get to feel good when I allow it.” He squeezed your wrists before giving the flesh of your thigh a slap. You yelped at the sting — but it didn’t hurt, it felt good. 

“Sorry,” you pouted, not making eye contact. 

His hand came down onto your thigh once more, making your body jerk. “Sorry who?” He leaned over you, hand kneading the flesh he had just hit. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” You felt his warm breath against your cheek. You looked at him from the side, unable to get yourself to turn your head to properly face him. 

“Good girl.” The brief praise from him made your insides tingle. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together only to have them blocked by his knee. 

“Now then,” Nanami said, switching your positions so that he was on his back and you were sat on his thigh. His hand pressed to the soft skin of your stomach to stop you from leaning down onto him. He knew he wore the gloves to tease you, but at this moment it felt like a punishment he unknowingly set up for himself. He so desperately wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingertips. 

His hands moved to your sides, thumbs massaging circles into your hips as he pressed you down onto his thigh. You couldn’t help but moan as he guided your hips, forcing you to rub yourself against him. 

With each movement of your hips the rope tightened against your clit, making you whine even more. Your hands were planted on his upper thigh as you attempted to keep yourself upright. You could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath you with every loud moan that slipped past your lips. 

“Keep going.” He removed his hands from your sides, instead stretching his body to the side to grab something that was just barely in his reach. You were too busy chasing an orgasm you had no permission for to notice the leather crop in his hand. 

You gasped feeling the cold leather of the crop run up along your stomach until it was situated between your tits. You arched your back, leaning forward as you moved your hips in such a way to get that perfect friction against your puffy clit. You were so close. You weren’t paying much attention to Nanami or the crop tracing your skin, too focused on the heat building up inside you. 

You were close. Your legs trembled and your heart felt like it could pop right out of your chest. You could feel your climax creeping up on you. You were so close. Just as you moaned out for your anticipated orgasm, Nanami hooked his finger beneath the rope leading down to your cunt. He tugged on it, giving you that last push to get you over the edge. 

You cried out, moaning his name as your entire body jerked with pleasure. You dug your nails into the firm muscle of his thigh, tiny white stars clouding your vision. 

You were forced out of your state of bliss when you were roughly turned onto your back, Nanami caging you between himself and the bed. You were still moaning and whining, the tremors of your release still coursing through you. 

“Who said you could cum?” Nanami’s voice was low and his breath hot against your skin. He was close enough for you to kiss him. Nanami pulled at the rope, causing you to yelp at the pressure that was put on your clit. He wasn’t satisfied with how long it took you to respond. “Answer me. Who gave you permission to cum?” He pulled at the rope just enough to put pressure on your clit without actually making you feel good. 

“No one…” You struggled to get the words out. You didn’t look at him, your face turned to the side to avoid his heavy gaze. 

“Hm?” He tugged at the rope yet again, making you jerk your hips upwards and into his. You were only pressed against him for a moment, yet you were sure of what you felt. He was hard. He was hiding his lust well despite the way his cock bulged against the restraints of his pants. 

“No one, sir.” You forced yourself to look at him. Despite having come here inexperienced and without a clear idea of what you wanted, you couldn’t help but want to tease him for his arousal. “But, sir, how could I hold back when you’re like this?” You lifted your thigh to press against his crotch. 

Despite his attempt to keep himself composed, Nanami couldn’t stop his body from reacting to your touch. A soft groan left his lips and you could see the way his jaw clenched. It only made you want to tease him more. Nanami’s hips rutted forward into your thigh as you pressed up against him again. Another groan could be heard. 

“Stop that.” His eyes looked dark, predatory as he looked down at you. 

“Make me.” You didn’t stop, instead rubbing against him harder and faster. 

Nanami had to stop himself from acting on his impulses. He so desperately wanted to just grab you by the hair and drag you off of the bed — to shove his cock down that disrespectful little mouth of yours and shut you up. He wanted nothing more than to make you cry and drool around his cock as he fucked your throat. 

But he knew he couldn’t do that to you yet. You were still just a beginner. He didn’t want to make your first BDSM experience a negative one. So instead he grabbed onto your thigh, big hands squeezing your plush skin as he pushed it down. “Don’t test me, sweet thing.” 

His grip on your thigh was bruisingly tight. It made you squirm. “What’s my reward if I obey?” 

“You don’t get punished.” He stood up, standing at the edge of the bed as he admired your body. 

You couldn’t lift yourself up due to your hands being restrained. Any attempt at sitting up only causes the rope to tighten against your clit. Nanami chuckled as he watched you struggle. You pouted, “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, sweet thing.” He leaned over you and for a moment you thought he would help you up, but instead he only grabbed the crop that was lying just a bit past your head. He placed the crop between his lips before moving onto the bed again, sitting on his knees. He pulled you closer, draping your legs over his thighs and pressing his clothed cock to your cunt. 

You gasped as he grinded against you, struggling to hold back your moans. The fabric of his pants was rough but somehow still felt good against you. You couldn’t help the way you let your hips move in sync with his. 

Nanami hummed in disapproval, steading your hips with his hands as he ceased with his own movements. One hand held your waist, gloved fingers pressing into your skin. With his other hand he lifted up your bra, uncovering your tits. He squeezed the one and then the other, eliciting soft whines from you as he massaged them. He let go of them only to take the crop from between his lips. Nanami traced spirals around your nipples, eventually letting the tip of the crop rest on your left nipple. 

Your body felt tense yet relaxed all at once as he kept teasing your nipples. It wasn’t long before both of your nipples stood upright — hard and perky. You knew the cool air against your skin played no part in helping them harden. It was all because of the way Nanami used the crop. 

You yelped and your body jerked when the leather tip of the crop smacked against your nipple. You weren’t expecting that. The hand on your waist came up to squeeze your free nipple, massaging the erect nub before pinching it just enough to not cause pain. Whilst your one nipple was being teased with his gloved fingers, the other was being nudged and ever so often smacked by the crop. 

Though he enjoyed the way you moaned and squirmed in response to his teasing, Nanami knew you had a limited amount of time. He had so much more that he wanted to do with you. He could probably spend hours teasing your pretty tits… but he had other things in mind as well. He didn’t know if this would be the only time he’d get to have you like this. He couldn’t pass up on an opportunity like this.

He set the crop aside for good now, lifting you up and onto his lap. Your tits were at perfect level with his face, allowing him to plant kisses along your chest with ease. One hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you close to him whilst the other squeezed at your tits. 

Nanami pinched and massaged your one nipple between his gloved fingers whilst his mouth latched to the other. Your moans and cries only prompted him to keep going, to graze his teeth ever so gently over the soft nub between his lips. 

Your body couldn’t help but react to his touch despite your mental protests. You’ve been admiring this man from afar for so long and now… now you’re showing him the lewdest parts of yourself. You so desperately wanted your hands to be free, to be able to rake your fingers through his hair and feel his skin beneath your fingertips. 

“Please… I need more,” you whined, begged. 

His suckling at your chest stopped only to continue moments later. You were about to whine, to protest once more until you felt the hand at your back move to the restraints around your wrists. You hoped he would untie them, that he would allow you to touch him too. But he didn’t. Instead he just teased you by taking one of your hands into his own, squeezing it gently. 

His movements ceased once more, “What do you want me to do?” His voice was low and sultry. His breath was warm against your spit coated nipple. 

“I want to touch you. Please.” You hoped your pleading was enough. “I want to feel your skin against mine. Please let me touch you.” 

“Alright.” He was fast, easily lifting you up and adjusting your position to what he wanted. But still, he didn’t free your hands. 

Your new position wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting. You were still on top of him, but this time your knees rested on either side of his head, giving him the perfect view of your dampened underwear and the rope that spread your pussy lips ever so slightly. With your hands still tied, you couldn’t even keep yourself up. Your head was laid almost on top of the bulge in his pants. 

You gulped at how close you were to his cock. Even though it was clothed and restrained, you could tell it was big — bigger than you had expected. 

“What should I do?” You tried to look back at him but couldn’t. 

“You wanted to feel my skin against yours, right? Then go ahead.” His hands squeezed at your thighs, making your body jerk. He noticed the way the rope tightened and the way your thighs tensed in response. 

“But my hands—”

“Use your mouth.” He gave you no time to complain or whine. 

You sniffled, somewhat upset that you couldn’t touch him the way you wanted to. You struggled to manoeuvre your body in the way you wanted. You used your mouth to try and unbuckle his belt. But you couldn’t do it. The metal was hard and cold. 

“I can’t get the belt off… please…” You whined. 

He sighed beneath you, hot breath blowing against your cunt. You wanted to squeeze your thighs shut in response but couldn’t due to his head being between them. “Fine then.” His hands left your thighs and moved down to his belt, unbuckling it with ease. “The rest is up to you, sweetheart. Start here.” He pressed a finger to the button of his pants. “Undo that first. Then here,” he traced the zipper of his pants, “The rest you can figure out yourself, I hope.” 

You mumbled out a displeased “yes” only to be answered with a smack to your ass. You tried to hold back the yelp that left your lips but ended up unsuccessful in your attempt.

“What was that?”

“Yes, sir,” you grumbled out. 

His one hand rested on the fresh red print on your ass, massaging the soft flesh as the other toyed with the rope leading down to your cunt. 

You struggled to keep yourself composed, soft whimpers escaping your lips with every nudge to the rope. You used your mouth to undo the button of his pants. You struggled to unzip his pants, but eventually got it down. It wasn’t hard to get his boxers down as his achingly hard cock assisted you with the task. 

It was a lot thicker than you expected. The veins adorning his cock were thick and pulsing, guiding your line of sight up to the pinkish tip of his cock. He was leaking precum already. The tip of his cock was fat, but smaller than the girth of his cock. The hair at the base of his cock was neatly trimmed and similar in colour as the hair on his head — a bit darker, maybe. 

You gulped at the sight — and size — of his cock. You wondered if it would be able to fit. You’ve never been with someone this thick before. 

“Come on, get to it, darling.” Another smack came down onto your ass, making your body jerk. 

You moaned as the rope tightened against your clit once more. You didn’t say anything in response, only leaning forward enough to press your lips to his leaking cock. It was warm. The precum was sticky and stuck to your lips when you pulled away. You attempted to adjust yourself a bit before taking his cock properly into your mouth. Or at least as properly as you could. 

The tip wasn’t too hard to wrap your lips around, your tongue nudging at the leaking slit. You could feel Nanami’s abdominal muscles tense beneath you. You took a bit more of him into your mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue. The veins on his cock were thick and protruding. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint where they were with your tongue. You did your best to take as much of him into your mouth but struggled nonetheless. You’ve barely gotten half of him into your mouth and already your jaw was hurting. 

A sudden nudge at your cunt made you jerk forward, taking more of him into your mouth than you were ready for. You gagged around his cock, choking at the sudden intrusion you weren’t ready for. You pulled your mouth off of his cock, panting and coughing. 

“What are you–” You weren’t given an opportunity to finish your question as the rope and your panties were moved to the side. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved that the pressure against your clit was gone, or if it was a disappointment. 

Another whiny moan escaped your lips as something wet and warm forced its way between your folds. Nanami took his time to taste you, licking along your slit and lapping at your slick folds. You tasted better than he expected. 

“Keep going.” His words were muffled against your cunt, but you knew what he said. He didn’t say anything else, only squeezing your thighs as he kissed along your folds and lapped up your sweetness.

You struggled to keep yourself composed, moaning as you forced yourself to take his cock back into your mouth. Your moans sent vibrations around Nanami’s cock, causing him to moan against your cunt in return. You couldn’t tell if his moans were forced to tease you or if they were genuine. Either way you had to keep going. 

Just as his tongue worked its way past your folds and into your wet hole, you worked your lips further down his cock. You knew there was no way you could fit all of him into your mouth without the risk of ripping the corners of your mouth. So you had to try something else. 

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, squeezing your lips around him and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked. You pulled your mouth off of him before starting to lick and suck along the length of his cock. You traced the tip of your tongue over each vein, moaning in response to the way he nudged his tongue against your clit. 

Your mouth settled at the base of his cock, sucking and kissing the soft flesh as you moved up towards the tip. You took his leaking tip back into your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around it. You swirled your tongue around it, nudging at the leaking hole ever so often. 

You wondered if he was close. He was twitching so much and it seemed like his mouth had gone still against your cunt. His moans were no longer loud or teasing, instead low and breathy. His fingers were digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. It stung and you were sure that it would bruise, but you kept going. 

“That’s enough,” Nanami spoke with a clenched jaw. You ignored him and kept going, swaying your hips above him to tease him even more. 

You cried out as he pushed you off of him, quickly pinning you beneath him. His eyes were clouded and glossed over as he looked down at you. He sat up, taking off his gloves before he started to untie the rope adorning your body. You wondered if he was mad. Was this his way of telling you he was done? 

Your questions were quickly answered once you were untied. He pinned your hands above your head with one of his own. His other hand was already between your legs, fingers nudging in between your folds with ease. He coated them in your slick, nudging at your clit before sinking two fingers into your hole. 

“Listen when I talk,” he growled out the words, his jaw tight as he spoke. 

You couldn’t respond to him with words, too occupied with holding back your moans as he mercilessly pumped his fingers in and out of you. As his fingers curled and spread inside you, his thumb worked your clit. He wasn’t gentle nor slow, roughly massaging your sensitive nub whilst his fingers kept pressing against that swollen and spongy place inside you. 

You felt like you were losing your mind, crying and moaning his name as you squirmed beneath him. You couldn’t even squeeze your legs shut as he kept them spread open with his own legs. You were too busy trying to run away from your nearing climax that you didn’t notice the way he looked at you, the way he bit at the inside of his cheek to keep himself under control.

Nanami wanted to do so much more than just this. He could feel the way your walls tightened around his fingers, the way your breath hit his face with each of your moans, the way your thighs pressed against his. He kept fucking his fingers into you, ignoring his more sadistic desires as he kissed along your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin.

It wasn’t long before he had you come undone around your fingers. Your moans were louder than before. The way you squirmed and struggled against him could make Nanami go feral. He groaned as he sunk his teeth into the nape of your neck. It wasn’t enough to draw blood but more than enough to leave a visible mark. 

Despite you having just came, Nanami kept massaging your clit with his thumb, hoping to force one more orgasm out of you before he would get to properly take you. He didn’t have to wait long for another surge of pleasure to rush through your body. Your hips rutted up into him as your body convulsed with pleasure. You swear you’re seeing stars. 

It almost felt like too much. You didn’t have any time to recover from the first orgasm before having the other forced upon you. Even after Nanami let go of your wrists and pulled his hand out from between your legs, you were still trembling and twitching. 

“Ready for the main course?” Nanami spoke but you couldn’t quite tell what he was saying. Everything felt like a blur. You saw him take something out of his pants’ pocket before he pushed his pants and underwear down a bit more. He lifted his shirt up, keeping it between his teeth to stop it from falling down. It seemed like he was putting on a condom.

Despite your blurry vision, you could finally see his bare skin. His stomach was well toned, but his abs weren’t as prominent as you expected. There was a healthy bit of fat layered over the muscles. Along with the thin trail of hair leading up to his navel were protruding veins. You wondered how you missed that detail. The glorious view in front of you was soon covered again by his shirt. You tried not to grumble. 

“Ready?” You felt the tip of his cock press against your cunt. With your panties still pushed to the side, Nanami slowly pushed further into you. Thanks to the way he so relentlessly finger fucked you, you weren’t as tight as before — otherwise he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit inside you. But even so, the stretch still left a sting as he pushed further into you. 

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs by the time he was fully buried inside you. Your nails were digging into his shoulders as his fingers dug into the already bruised flesh of your sides. You couldn’t even get out a moan, only panting and breathing heavily as you tried to keep yourself together. 

“Good girl,” Nanami praised, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You’re doing so well, darling.” He kissed the corners of your eyes, tasting your tears on his lips. He never knew something meant to be salty could taste this sweet. 

Slowly Nanami started to rock his hips back and forth. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to go faster in order to lessen this aching feeling inside you, or if you wanted him to keep at this pace — for him to keep moulding your walls to the shape of his cock. You could feel the largest vein at the belly of his cock pulsing against your insides, like a heartbeat. 

Even with the thin condom he wore, it still felt like there was nothing between the two of you. You could feel his heat inside you. It felt like you were burning up from there where the two of you were connected so intimately. 

A loud cry left your lips as Nanami rocked his hips forward faster than before. And then he pulled back only to push forward once more. He was picking up his pace. 

You couldn’t keep up with him. You tried rolling your hips in unison with his, but he was going too fast. Nanami ended up taking hold of your hips as he sat up. You could no longer feel his breath on your skin, but you could see just how broad his shoulders are and how his shirt was dampened with sweat. You were a bit dissatisfied by the shirt covering his abdomen.

Despite struggling to keep yourself present, you reached out to tug on his shirt. “Take it off.” You pulled at it before lowering your hands to where the two of you were connected. Your body jerked when you touched yourself. You were still so sensitive. You ran your finger over your clit, moaning at the stimulation whilst keeping eye contact with Nanami. 

The sight of you touching yourself beneath him, the way you looked at him and teased it… it was almost enough to send Nanami over the edge. But he knew he couldn’t let you know that. Instead he flipped you over. Now you were on top of him, his cock buried deeper into your cunt than before. 

“Take it off yourself, sweet thing,” he said, referring to his shirt. His hands were on your hips, guiding your movements. 

“Fine. But I’m not replacing this one.” You lifted yourself enough for only the tip of his cock to still be inside you, moaning loudly. You weren’t sure what compelled you to rip his shirt open instead of just unbuttoning it, but it didn’t matter anymore. You had your hands planted on his stomach to keep yourself up. His skin was warm beneath your palms. You could finally touch him properly.

With his hands still squeezing at your hips, you started to lower yourself down onto his cock again. Despite being amazed by your newfound boldness, Nanami couldn’t get a word out. His eyes were locked on the way your tits bounced up and down just as you rode his cock. He couldn’t hold back his moans anymore. 

Soon both his and your moans were filling the room. You could tell you were close. Just like you could tell he was close. His abdominal muscles seemed even harder than before and the way his cock twitched and pulsed inside you was a dead giveaway. 

Just as you were finally starting to find the right rhythm at which to bounce on his cock, Nanami rutted his hips upwards, lifting his lower body off of the bed as he thrusted up into you. His hands squeezed at your hips even tighter than before as he lifted you up only to slam you back down into his rutting hips. 

The way you moaned, the way your mouth hung open and the way drool formed at the corners of your mouth — it all had Nanami in a trance. He kept fucking up into you, hitting that spot inside you over and over as if he’s known your body for longer than you have known yourself. He knew at just what angle to thrust up into you. 

He could tell you were close. You could tell he was close. 

Your bodies moved together in an almost primal manner as you leaned down to plant your lips onto his. Your moans mixed together as your tongues intertwined and toyed with each other. 

It wasn’t long before you came undone on top of him. Your walls spasmed around him, your juices coating his cock even more than before and dripping down his balls. The squelching from between the two of you struggled to compete with the way you moaned into his mouth. He kept fucking you despite your release, chasing his own instead. 

Just when you thought he would cum you were tossed onto your back. He pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty as your walls squeezed around nothing. He moaned as he pulled the condom off, tossing it aside with little care for where it landed. He didn’t have to fist his cock for long before thick ropes of his seed coated your stomach. He groaned at the sight of your skin covered in his release. He pumped his cock a few more times, imagining that it was your cunt milking him dry instead of his hand. 

“Fuck,” he breathed out, laying down beside you once he was sure he’s emptied every drop of his cum onto your skin. You watched the way his chest rose and fell, not noticing him watching yours do the same. You were both panting, out of breath as you admired each other quietly. 

“Next time you want to do this,” Nanami broke the silence, still panting, “just give me a call and I’ll be there.”

END NOTES.

thank you once more to patchy for this comm !! it took me forever but i think the end result ended up much better than i expected !!

do not copy, translate, repost or claim my writing as your own. & please do not share it on sites other than t.umblr.

18+ content, minors dni.

the category is men who cannot resist seeing you in a skirt. they beckon you close, make you sit on their lap. they rest their hands on your thighs, but two seconds later they've got one hand between your legs and the other holding your waist in place. two fingers push your panties to the side and tickle your clit until you're wet enough for them to slide their fingers inside your warm walls. they scissor their digits inside you, all the while blaming you for making them so horny for choosing to wear such a slutty skirt. in the end, you're left a disheveled, quivering mess, who can't help but want more.

JEAN KIRSTEIN · EREN YEAGER · PORCO GALLIARD · CHUUYA NAKAHARA · DAICHI SAWAMURA · TETSURO KUROO · HAJIME IWAIZUMI · ATSUMU MIYA · TOJI FUSHIGURO · RYOMEN SUKUNA

Bakugou and his bitchy girlfriend who can match his fire with ease. The two of you bicker nonstop and honestly most of his friends don't see the appeal in you, you're constantly scowling at everyone while you type away at your phone and you always make him leave their group hangouts early.

But Katsuki could care less, you call the shots during the day all you want because you and him made a deal. You hold the power when you're in public- in private? You're his sweet little stoner who just wants to be fucked and cuddled in that order. He's the only one who gets to see how sweet you are for him after a blunt and a few orgasms, and he's possessive enough that he wants to keep it that way.

pantalone and ( prime ) dottore pamper you

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

cockwarming, size kink, slight infantilization, slight threesome, unspecified relationships, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, slight humiliation, basically they’re dressing you up for a ball

i might write a signora + arlecchino x reader sandwich tomorrow. my demons just took over, here, PHEW 😮‍💨

“p-please… can’t sit still anymore…”

“sh, shhh my darling,” pantalone hushed against your tears. his voice was calm and gentle like the wind, even with his touch to match. he made you feel safe, as if peace could somehow envelope your body in this cold, dark palace.

“but you’re doing so good for us already,” dottore whispered from behind. as you sat on his lap, your back to his front, he landed two pats on your left thigh, making you jolt. the two men in the room didn’t even try hiding their light laughter at your little reactions.

such evil, they were—having you sit still on dottore’s lap with his hardened cock inside of you. he was too big for you. even his hand, which now squeezed at your thigh, was so large. his natural grip alone kept you pinned down and squirming on his lap.

his shaft was so warm, you could feel it pulsing against your own throbbing walls. and you were sure he could feel it—the way your insides squeezed him so nicely.

“i’m going to continue,” pantalone told you, planting the sweetest of kisses on your cheek. “okay, princess?”

he gave you a kind-looking smile when you nodded your tear-soaked head, before eventually progressing. the ninth harbinger then lowered himself to his knees, hands moving to gently grab at your ankle. he looped on the most delicate yet extravagant thigh garters you had ever seen up your leg—one that could be fitting for even her majesty herself.

and yet here he was, putting such an expensive jewelry on you.

“do you like it?” dottore hummed against your neck. “we thought it would be so fitting for a doll—though, pantalone is more of a stylist than i…”

“oh, you needn’t to flatter,” said pantalone quite passively. to gain better access, he suddenly lifted your leg upwards. your upper body pressed back into dottore’s chest as a result, pushing you down deeper on his cock.

you practically let out a cry at the penetration, and almost immediately at the sound, dottore’s rough hands planted themselves on your hips. his hands, oh archons, his hands. those rough fingers, though gloved, were pressed hard against your skin. they rubbed right at your pelvic bone, forcing you steady. they were so steady and controlling, sticking quite true to his surgical and scientific background.

his cock twitched inside of you, and you found yourself flinching still as pantalone secured the garter around your thigh.

“it’s pretty on her, isn’t it?”

“truly,” dottore agreed, his fingers moving down to lace through the fabric. you shivered—if he wanted to, he could rip it from one stretch of his hand alone.

pantalone contentedly sighed, “im glad. she’ll look so good at the ball tonight once we’re done with her.” he leaned in, playing a light, almost loving kiss at your puffy clit.

when he stood up, his hands moved to unbutton your top clothes, likely planning on changing your attire next. icy air bit at your bare skin so harshly, you felt like you’d freeze to death while these rich men stayed warm in their coats.

and yet as you shivered, both men couldn’t resist to put their hands all over your naked body. it was almost as if they were holding back all this time—pantalone’s sweet demeanor turning into one where his hands grabbed and twisted at your tits like you were their sex doll.

and perhaps, maybe they like dressing you up just for that.

gn guys 😨

/ not proofread

this is everything

reiner braun is a man that knows everything! Not some Ivy Leavue scholar or Harvard graduate but he was so smart. He’s the man that could easily identify four different types of cows whilst in passing if you see a pasture full of cows…even when the average person wouldn’t think of such a thing! “Well let’s just say I have a lot of experience..” He’s the man that could hear your car make the slightest sound and tell you what the issue is before you even have time to pop the hood.. “..you know that transmission is gonna go at any time..park that thing until I have time to fix it.” Hell, he could even tell you what a variety of herbal medicines that can be mixed in the event that you can't get to a pharmacy or otherwise. He could look at a plant and tell you if it were poisonous or if it could be useful. “..sorry, I know this stuff seems weird. I grew up on a farm with eight other kids and we were taught real young how ta’ search for herbs and stuff.” But perhaps the thing that he was most knowledgeable on..were all matters pertaining to your body. Sometimes, it seemed as if he knew them better than you knew yourself. He knew the things that made you tick, that turned you on and what made you fall apart in his grasp. Reiner could sense when you were needy..tensing up and whimpering at the slightest touch. He knows that you need to be placed in his lap and fingered slowly..in no rush to go anywhere and taking all the time in the world to bring you to your peak. His fingers bent right at your hilt as he shoved them knuckle deep and pressed that sensitive core. He can sense when you need that pretty little brain shut off and to be brought to a gushing orgasm.. “..keep yer’ legs parted, baby and I promise I’ll take care of you..” and he knows when you’re having a bad day and although he wants to handle you with the utmost care, he knows what you need more than anything, is a rough fuck. To be pounded into the mattress with a hand to the back of your neck and that plump ass ricocheting against him. Making you grasp the sheets and scream his name. Until the only tears you were crying were those of pure pleasure. Begging him to go deeper so that you couldn’t feel anything but him deep within you. Inflicting small amounts of pain in between just to really get you excited. That tightness swelling around him and you leaving all of your frustrations on those silk bed linens in a pool of juices. He knows you’re not going to stop, even if you’re overstimulated so he slows his strokes to a medium pace and lets you ride it out on his cock, for as long as you need to..

“It’s okay, darling. We can take all night if that’s what ya’ want. I always know what’s good for you.”