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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”

Little Slayer /// Uzui Tengen x Fem reader

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: After a difficult slaying you find yourself stumbling to a familiar mansion to be taken care of for the night

Word count: 4k+

Warnings/tags: !Some Spoilers from manga! Exhibitionism, reader is bisexual, Poly ship, She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, SMUT 18+ Only

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Being one of the newest demon slayers meant being sent on missions no one else would ever consider. On your way home for a very taxing slaying, you depend on your crow to guide you to the safe house for somewhere to sleep for the night as you were in no condition to defend yourself. Stumbling your way through a dense forest you nearly sobbed when you were able to see the brilliant purple flowers surrounding a familiar mansion.

Barely able to stand let alone walk you use your blade as a cane, hobbling down the dirt trail that opened up to the estate. You wander through the maze of wisteria trees leading to the arched entrance, not having enough energy to stop and admire their beauty.

The stone path to the house was hard to navigate using your sword as a cane, the small gaps in stone trapping your sword when you pressed your weight down. This made the short journey take longer than you wanted to admit.

The mansion ahead was built in the traditional Japanese style letting you see light through the shoji. When you squinted your eyes you could see vague shadows moving around in one of the rooms near the center of the house. You let out a sigh of relief knowing at least someone was still awake to let you in.

When you reach the steps leading into the home you immediately strip off your blood-soiled outer clothing not wanting its stench to get anywhere near the inside of their home. You fight back tears bending down to remove your zori and bandages covering your legs. The rush of surviving another demon has worn off leaving you to feel every cut and bruise marring your skin.

You could hear mumbling inside the home but did not want to yell out your arrival just yet, needing to take a minute to gather your emotions. The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of them.

“Tengen!” A loud feminine voice yells inside the home, “Someone is at the door, are we expecting visitors.”

You could hear nothing else inside the house before the door slammed open revealing the retired Hashira. He was wearing his night robe, his hair free around his face. Despite the pain you smile weakly, happy to see him again, “Sorry for the interruption.” You wince, pressing your hand to the wound on your abdomen, “But I need some assistance.”

Behind him, three pairs of eyes peek around his body. You could hear a quiet gasp as they take in the state of your body. Before Uzui can open his mouth to respond six hands immediately descend onto your body.

“What happened!” Makio yelled, gently poking the blood-soaked bandages around your left arm.

“You look awful, how long have you been out on your own?” Hinatsuru questioned at the same time. Her gentle hands grab ahold of your upper arm and lower back to help you support your weight.

Poor Suma already had fat tears rolling down her cheek, wailing as she fell to her knees to wrap her arms around your waist. You use what little strength you had to pat her on the shoulder and try to reassure all of them.

“I am alright, it looks worse than it really is,” You coo, plastering another weak smile on your face, though you were sure it looked more like a grimace.

Uzui scowled looking unconvinced. He walked over to where the four of you were huddled and crossed his large arms over his chest as he looked down at you with one eye, his other covered by a jeweled patch. You shift your weight under his gaze, ignoring how small you felt around him. He towered over all of you, your head not even coming to the middle of his chest.

He bends, tilting his head as he takes you in, “How long have you been traveling in this condition?”

You cough to clear your throat, “I’m not sure,” you wince at how gruff your voice sounded, “The demon I was sent after was much stronger than was expected.” You gesture to your bloody clothing, “It took a few days to take him down.”

Uzui's lips lift into a snarl, “If the demon was stronger than your level you should have aborted the mission and had another slayer complete it instead of putting yourself at risk.”

Your gaze falls to the ground, your eyes growing heavy with unshed tears, “I thought I could handle it.”

Soft reassuring words were mumbled around you as his wives tried to bring you comfort but he was right. The second you lost the fight the first time you should have sought reinforcements. If the demon had not slipped on your blood when running towards you there is little chance you would still be on this earth.

He sighed, his shoulders slouching, “I will ready a bed for you for the night,” He turns and enters his home without another word. You bite your inner cheek to prevent yourself from letting the tears fall.

“He is just worried about you,” Hinatsuru said, petting your back, “When you left the last time we were all so worried. Every night we made sure to have one of us stay awake in case you were to find your way here again.”

Your heart swells, knowing they cared so much about you was one of the greatest feelings in the world. Your first visit to the retired Sound Hashiras estate had been much less eventful than tonight. You were returning from a small mission taking out a newly turned demon. Your crow insisted you take the rest of the night off, leading you to the estate. You would have never guessed how one little action could have changed the entire course of your life. The nights you spent with them were some of the best of your life.

Hinatsuru had made sure to cook for you every night, she claimed it was to get your strength up but you were almost positive she enjoyed watching you eat as much as you enjoyed eating her food. When you were not eating Makio was testing you, constantly finding new ways to improve your skills. All the while Suma never left your side, attached to your hip as you explored the estate.

Uzui watched all of this with amusement, even taking the time to show you a few of his own moves when Makio was taking a break. At the end of each day, you all gathered for dinner, telling each other stories and listening to Uzui reminisce about his time in the demon slayer corps.

When dinner had long finished and talking turned into yawns you retired to your room, saying goodnight to your hosts as they filed into their shared room. When you laid your head to sleep you never got any rest, instead, you were blessed with the sounds of rapture emitting from the room next to you.

Makio, always so eager, was usually the first to initiate their lovemaking. Her rough and aggressive nature fell away as she begged her lovers for attention. Suma, so eager to please would answer her calls first, taking the time to bring Makio pleasure while the other two also worked each other up.

After the first round of cries died down it was not long until the entire house filled with moans once more. Uzui, always the overachiever, made sure each of his wives was screaming out his name before he let out his own groans of pleasure.

The first night you were able to resist the temptation to bring your hand down and stroke your needy cunt but listening every night for weeks broke down your will to resist until your soft moans started to bled with theirs, making a beautiful symphony.

But when it was all died down and the unique family held each other close you rested alone, the feeling of emptiness suffocating. How you wished someone loved you how they loved each other.

Your days continued as normal, the five of you falling into a schedule leaving little time for you to dwell on your single status but when the time came for you to be called away for another mission you instantly were filled with dread. You did not want to leave the safe paradise you had come to privately call home.

You waited to tell them about your departure until dinner that night, not wanting the last day you had with them to be full of tears. In the morning when it was time to leave the wives helped you pack your bag making sure you had plenty of food and bandages. Makio had even insisted she would come with you to assist but thankfully Suma and Hinatsuru managed to talk her out of that idea.

Saying goodbye was unbearable, they each held you tight in their arms taking the time to say a private goodbye. When it was Uzui’s turn to bring you into his arms he pulled you close, resting his hand on the back of your head. “Do not do anything foolish while you are gone,” he brought his hand around to settle under your chin, “Be sure to return here after you finish this mission.”

You smile, “Is that an order?”

He smirks, squeezing the fat on your cheek, “Yes I, the God of flamboyancy, command you to return to me once your mission is complete. After all, there is still much I must teach you about being flamboyant, you are still only a beginner.”

You laugh bowing slightly, “Oh mighty one your wish is my command.”

They all waited outside the house as you left, only going inside when you were long gone. Three months would pass before you would find your way back to their home covered in blood.

“But he is right,” you mumble, thrusting yourself back into the present, “I should have called for help earlier, the only reason I am even alive right now is that the demon slipped when he ran after me. It was a freak accident that kept me alive not skill.”

Makio laid a punch onto your unbandaged arm, “That is ridiculous! It still took skill to take down a demon. So what it slipped and fell, you still had the mind to use the opening to make your move.”

“She is right!” Suma cried, wiping the tears off her cheeks, “You are a skilled slayer, anyone can see that.”

Hinatsuru hemmed in agreement, “While it was not the best move to pursue a demon much stronger than yourself, it does speak to your skill that you are still alive.”

You slouch your head, “I guess,” you look to the door, “Do you mind if I have a bath before bed I do not want to soil your sheets.”

“Of course,” Hinatsuru gently guided you into their home, the other two following close behind after gathering your belongings.

They each file into the small bathroom, helping you remove the stick bandages as well as the rest of your clothes. You were too tired to care as they removed your undergarments leaving you with nothing to hide your nakedness.

At the sight of the many cuts to your skin Suma once again began to sob, “We should have let Makio go help,” she cried, helping the others gently scrub the dried blood from your skin.

“If the demon was not already dead I would rip its head off with my hands,” Makio growled, scrubbing the skin of your leg aggressively. “How could any being be willing to hurt someone as sweet as you.”

Hinatsuru took to washing your hair, her delicate fingers patiently working out the filth that had gathered in the strands. Your eyelids grow heavy with each soft touch as the women lavished you with attention. Soon each blink was a small battle your head falling forward, too heavy to hold up.

“Don’t fight it,” Hinatsuru gently ordered, letting you rest your back against her chest, “We will take care of you while you rest, you are safe now.”

You weakly bring your hand up to brush your fingers across her cheek, appreciating the care she gave. She brought her own hand up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers to hold them there a moment longer. “Sleep,” she placed her hand back down on your stomach, “we will all be here when you wake up.”

You close your eyes, only for a second but when you open them again you are in a completely new room. Feeling surprisingly warm for your condition you try to lift your upper body and look around the room but a heavy weight on your chest stops you. Squinting you could make out the soft black hair of Suma as she rested her head on your chest. Turing your head to the right you also have another presence behind you. Judging by the length of the hair you were almost positive it was Hinatsuru.

You try to keep your breathing calm, ignoring how your heart pounded against your chest. They were just making sure you were ok that is all, there is nothing weird about this. They do not really want to share a bed with you, this is all just a sweet gesture from friends.

You needed to escape before your thoughts started down a path of no return. Maneuvering out of their hold was nearly impossible. Suma when you started twisting to move down wrapped her surprisingly strong arms around your waist anchoring you in place.

Hinatsuru was no better, her hands were wrapped around your upper arm and tightened with even the slightest movement. There was another hand settled across your hips but the blanket prevented you from making out who it belonged to.

You lift your head to peek over her shoulder and your heart nearly stops. Uzui was lying on his side, his arms resting around Hinatsuru’s waist. You follow the large arm and your heart nearly burst out from your chest. The large warm hand resting on your hips belonged to the retired sound Hashira.

Your chest started to rise and fall rapidly, wheels in your mind moving so fast they created smoke. This could not be happening. You squeeze your eyelids closed trying to rationalize what was happening. This is normal right? You were sure they were just making sure you were alive, after all your wound had looked rather scary.

Yeah, that’s it. They were not cuddling you for pleasure. But that did not mean you could not pretend for a minute? You relax into their hold and for a minute allow yourself to imagine a life where this was your normal.

A soft smile appears on your lips picturing how after every mission you would return to them. Suma would cry when she sees your wounds, taking the time to kiss every one of them insisting it will make you feel better. Hinatsuru would cook for you while Makio finished applying the bandages.

Tengen would watch this all with soft eyes, waiting for them to patch you up before taking you gently into his arms, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, and listening closely to your recollection of the slaying.

When you all finish dinner you would retreat to bed like you were now only it would not be to sleep. You wonder if Makio would beg you to touch her as she does to Suma, tightening her callused fingers into your hair as she lowers her hips to settle on your face, letting you use your mouth to tease her sweet cunt.

Tengen would join in on the fun, using his thick fingers to stretch your hole open for him while you were distracted, smirking as you whine into Makio’s pussy.

Makio would squeeze her delicious thighs around your head as you explore her soft sex, using your nose to tease the engorged bud while your tongue thrusts into her hole, trying to focus as Tengen added yet another finger.

Hinatsuru would join next, bringing her soft fingers around Tengen’s length to pump her hand in time with the fingers in your tight hole watching as he stretches you open.

Suma would rest her head on Tengen’s other shoulder, her own fingers making lazy circles around her engorged clit, watching you with fascination.

Only when he was sure you were relaxed enough would Tengen bring the head of his cock to your entrance, pressing into you slowly to give you time to adjust to his girth. When the head of his cock kissed the end of your hole he would draw his hips back, watching his slick cock leave before slamming his hips forward his eyes hazy from pleasure.

Your moans would be muffled by Makio now grinding against your tongue, her juices coating your face as Tengen used your tight hole. There was no need for him to use his hand on you as he fucked you senseless, Makio’s eager fingers were already stroking your clit as she rode your face.

They would all watch you fall apart, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your back comes off the bed. Tengen would continue to thrust into, only slowing when his fat cock finally released inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum while Makio convulsed above you.

He would not say in you for too long, his stamina higher than anyone in the room. Poor Hinatsuru was his next victim, her sweet high pitch moans filling the air as Suma cleaned your sloppy cunt with her tongue, letting you recover from having your world turned upside down.

A soft snore shot you back into reality. Fuck, you bring up one hand to cover your eyes, ashamed about your thoughts. You had no right to think about them like that, they had been nothing but kind to you, spending hours caring for you, feeding you, even clothing you. It was wrong to insert yourself into this complete family.

With renewed will you inch your way out of the entanglement of limbs, slipping down under the blanket where you could leave from the end of the bed. The cool air assaults your skin, your body already too cold from blood loss. Your heart ached, wanting to return to the warm safe cocoon you were in earlier.

You quietly scramble around the house, searching desperately for your soiled clothing. They had to be around here somewhere, you could not go into the freezing night weather wearing only a sheer robe.

You let out a sob of relief when you spot the clothing strung up over embers, clean from the blood that had stained it earlier. You did not deserve their kindness.

You fold the robe, place it on a chair so you can change into your uniform. Putting on the clothes of a demon slayer made it easier to dissociate from the fantasy earlier, it reminded you what your true life was like. You were not a housewife of a retired Hashira, you were an active demon slayer who needed to be on the top of their game.

Gathering your sword from the stand by the door you attach it to the wrap on your hip, ignoring how the added weight placed pressure against the wound on your hip.

Opening the door without making noise was a tricky task, you had to inch it open, sliding through the small opening you made. You push down the grief at leaving, this was for the best, nothing good could come from being around them.

“It is not very flamboyant for a guest to leave without thanking their hosts,” Uzui unmistakable voice chided from above.

You spin on your heels looking up to see him perched on the roof, his hand resting on his knee as he crouched. “The girls will be very upset tomorrow when they wake up to find you gone without a word.”

“I-I still need to complete another part of my mission,” you lie, looking down at the ground, “You all looked so peaceful I did not want to disturb your sleep.”

Uzui leaped off the roof landing directly in front of you, “Do not lie to me,” he brings his hand to under your chin forcing you to meet his gaze, “Tell me the real reason you are leaving and I will explain it to the girls when they wake up.”

You open your mouth to give another lie, one more believable but his all-knowing eyes stopped you in your tracks. Nothing you could say except the truth would get you out of this.

“I needed some air,” you finally answer hoping it was enough of the truth to satisfy him.

He stepped in closer, his body blocking out the entire world, “So why did you change back into your uniform and sneak out of the house?”

You try to look away again but his hand held you still, “I want the full truth little slayer.”

“Uzui,” you whisper hoping he will give you mercy, “please let me go.”

“Did it have something to do with your sweet whimpers from earlier?”

Time stands still, your mind racing to understand what he was saying. Your eyes widen in horror as you realize what he was talking about.

He laughs, “Don’t look so distraught, we all enjoyed listening to you while you had your little fantasy.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you screech, trying to back away from him.

“What a flamboyant dream that must have been to make you moan like that.” A large smile spread across his face. “Were you dreaming us? Imagining how we would each take turns playing with your breedable body making you sing our names over and over until you were too fucked to move?”

“I was not moaning, Uzui, you must have been hearing things”

“Tengen,” He corrects, “I want you to call me Tengen.”

“Tengen,” a shiver runs through your skin saying his first name for the first time, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Ah little slayer that is the second time you have lied to me,” He points to his ears, “It seems you have forgotten who you are speaking to, lie again and I will have to remind you.”

You grow desperate knowing he can read into every small movement you made, “Tengen, please, I do not want to go down this path.”

“Oh but I do, this is the most interesting thing to happen since my retirement.”

“This is not a game,” you hiss wrapping your arms around your waist, trying to focus on your breathing.

“I know it is not a game,” his eyes soften, “Do you really think we would do all this for just anyone? You are precious to all of us. Suma sobs when you leave waiting by the door for hours hoping maybe you will come back. Makio spends hours training hoping to distract herself until your return. Hinatsuru will retreat to the kitchen, cooking foods she knows you enjoy to have ready in case you come back.”

Your chest squeezing making it hard to breathe, “And you?” you ask before you could stop yourself, “What do you do when I leave?”

He smiles weakly, “wait for your return. Sometimes I will join Makio in training, I have a reputation to uphold after all. Other times I will join Hinatsuru in the kitchen, she has taught me quite a few tricks in the kitchen.”

“Though when we all miss you the most is when we retreat for the night to the bedroom.”

Your breath hitches waiting for him to continue.

“Our lovemaking is not the same without you serenading us with your divine moans from the next room.”

“You could hear me?” you whisper, too entranced by his words to feel embarrassed.

“Yes little slayer, we could hear everything. Every little moan you tried to muffle with the pillow,” he smirks, “ You always gave up hiding it by the end of the night, it was always my favorite part, listening to you find your own pleasure.”

He steps in closer now only inches from you and leans over, his face now directly in front of yours, “If you were in my bed we would play with you for hours, listening to you cry out our names over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak.”

“Then when we are all too tired to move you would rest in our bed warm and safe. This is my dream little slayer, so tell me, what is it your desire?”

He was offering you everything you had ever wanted all you had to do was tell him the truth and yet when you opened your mouth to answer nothing came out.

“Tengen I-”

“You do not have to answer now, take some time to think about what you truly wish for because once we get a taste there is no going back. I will never let you leave my side again little slayer if you agree to become mine.”

He pulls a small bag out of his robe and lifts your hand placing it in your palm, “A small gift for your travels.” He closes your fingers around the bag, “Something to remember us while you are traveling.”

You look longingly behind him were the three others are resting. You did not want them to think you abandoned them.

“Don’t worry I will explain to them why you left,” he releases your hand “The sun is rising so you should be safe to travel but do not push yourself too hard.”

“I won’t,” you mumble, placing the bag into a small pouch on your belt.

You back away from him and bow unable to think of anything to say to show how you were feeling.

“I expect an answer soon,” he orders returning to his boisterous attitude, “and at least one letter a week while you are traveling otherwise I may have to refresh my tracking skills.”

For a second the image of Tengen hunting you filled your mind sending a tingle to your lower stomach, “I promise.” you choke out, your face burning once you realize he most definitely noticed the distraction.

His red eyes gleamed watching you squirm, “I will hold you to that.”

anyways this is what this blog is ABOUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*grabby hands* dilf!nanami hcs..

DILF!NANAMI

match up ꑘ dilf!nanami x nanny!reader [afab + fem!reader, she/her prns]

tags/warnings ꑘ age gap [reader is 26/nanami is 37], mentions of kids, illness comfort, alcohol use, pet names, domesticity kink, marking [hickies + biting + scratching + m.receiving], sex toys [vibe], oral [f.receiving], mating press, overstim, aftercare-ish

ro's notes ꑘ hehehe now honey yk me so well 🤭 also i may have flushed this one out since i love it sm but i hope u don’t mind 🤧

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose hand was practically forced when it came to hiring a nanny, his promotion taking precious time away from his twins, yuuji and sukuna. “i’m sorry, boys, but i’m sure you’ll love them. i’ll only hire the best for you two.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who shocked you the second he opened the door to his apartment, his sharp jaw and handsome features making you stutter out your hello, him returning with, “you must be ms. [y/n]. nice to meet you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who found it hard to dislike you even at your newly constant presence, because even when the kids were at school, you were there, cleaning the house or asking him if he needed anything from the market. “well, suk wanted some mango and yuj some strawberries, so would you like a fruit with your “school” lunch like them.” the smile and giggle making his heart pick up pace

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose favorite weekend activity was quickly going to the park with you and the twins, loving how you would tease and pick at them but still give them the encouragement and support they needed “yuuji your hairs a mess—come ‘ere so i can fix it, baby.” “sukuna, look at me for a sec and why don’t you tell me why you’ve started crying, hun.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who started to depend on you on more than just an employee level, enjoying your ‘non-nanny’ days when the twins would spend the night at their friend, megumi’s home and you would sit with him on the couch and talk for a few hours “mmm, i see. so your boss wants you to newbies work? doesn’t seem fair.” even falling asleep on his shoulder one night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who began to care for you quicker than expected, your kindness and optimism oftentimes overtaking his pessimistic, tired days, leaving him to yearn for your return from picking up the twins from school. “don’t rush,” is what he’d tell you but may have paced back and forth in front of the main window while he waited when he should be writing emails

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who reveled in your presence during the summer months when the four of you traveled to the Netherlands for some time away from the city—Nanami saying the reason was that was were his great grandfather was from. “i’ll be honest with you,,,i’ve never met that man in my life but it is beautiful here, isn’t it?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who loved having your bedroom next to his rather than across the apartment, loved hearing your music play when you showered, hearing you murmur to your family over the phone, and dance around when you got tipsy late at night

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who forced you to the doctors when you got a cold, sending the boys to the old couple next door that had been dying to spend the day with them

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who then let the twins have a sleep over so he could sit by your bed that night and rush to the bathroom for cool wash cloths when you gained a fever, then falling asleep with his head at the foot of your bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell ill shortly after you got better and was possible too ecstatic to have you dozing off on his bed after taking his temperature instead “such a cozy sleeper,” he thought before joining you in slumber

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was accidentally too touchy one night, putting his hand on your lower back and kissing your cheek before you left the kitchen to get ready for bed, saying, “goodnight, sunshine.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was knocking on your bedroom door after a day of the two of you playing with the kids in the garden. “mr. kento? i’m in the bath, but you can come in.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who nervously walked toward your bathroom, only to pause outside the open doorframe, twisting to rest his back against the wall. “a bath? you never take those.” “well after my shower i was feeling a bit sore.”

“hm…im sure there’s a spa in town. you’ve been working so hard. why don’t you take the day off to enjoy yourself, get a massage?”

“mmm, i don’t know.” and maybe there had been a two time empty wine glass sitting on the edge of that tub. “i don’t think i’d want anyone but you to touch me when I’m so close to be naked.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fumbled the bag he soooo desperately wanted. “uh, some other time. I actually came to ask you something.”,

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had successfully stumbled through asking to make you dinner when the boys would be with the neighbors for a few days. “it’s almost time to head back to Tokyo—wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for us so far.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fed you a homemade meal and a bottle of wine that left you sitting on his lap, playing the his unbuttoned white shirt, chewing on your lip while his smooth voice washed over you. “your voice is so sexy,” you slurred, pawing at his chest. “it’s like…fuckable- want your voice to fuck me, mr. nanami”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who let you kiss on his neck while holding your hips still, “why don’t we get you to bed?”, only to learn you had fell asleep and he would be trudging through the house with you in his arms to put you to bed

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who refused to have the childish “i’m embarrassed and i’m sorry” from you, quickly correcting that if he hadn’t enjoyed it you would’ve known and the bruises in his neck was a lasting reminder of how long he let you kiss and suck at his throat

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who wasted no time in taking the chores off your hands for the next couple of days and him standing over the sink, washing the dishes, shouldn’t have made you ache as much as it did

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who was suddenly aware of the vibrating sound coming from your bedroom; he’d heard it before but now that he’d pieced it together he may have tried to listen a bit closer

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had knocked on your door and now had one of your legs over his shoulder while he sucked on your clit and licked through your folds in the middle of the doorway “such a pretty thing,” was muffled because of your hands keeping his head buried in your cunt

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who did his best to be loving when he got you on the bed, did his best to fuck you slow and sweet, “it’s been so long, [y/n].” but your pleas for him to be more rough broke his resolve. “i’m begging, kento. i wanna cry- make me cry, please. please, fuck me harder.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose blonde hair was messy with sweat while your hands clawed at his back. “hell, you feel so good and your fucking nails.” his thrusts forced you to grab ahold of the headboard to keep from having your head slammed into the wood.

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who took pride in pressing your legs to your chest and pumping loads of cum into your drenched cunt “you’ll take it all, won’t you?” loving how you screamed, “yes! yes, i will.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI whose eyes caught the vibrator sitting on your nightstand and quickly pressed it against your clit and watch you try and squirm away “c’mon stay still, beautiful.” “‘m tryinggg.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who had you cum over and over till tears left your eyes to grace your cheeks. “kento- I’m- I can’t-” “i know, i know. one more for me, alright?” him, stroking your cheeks so lovingly like he wasn’t making you gasp for air and grit your teeth

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who, with ease, made you a mess on his dick, leaving you shaking against his chest after you had both came for the last time. “just relax. i’ve got you, dear.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who couldn’t have been happier to wake up next to you, your hands wrapped around his bicep, face squished against his bite mark covered shoulder. “love,,,we’ve got to get up…wait- uh, how do you feel? can you move?”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who made you breakfast in bed before running to the grab the twins from your neighbors. “i’ll be back right.” then listening to sukuna ask if you could come with them next summer. “hopefully and hopefully she’ll come with us when we go to Malaysia.”

ꑘ DILF!NANAMI who fell quick and even harder when you returned to Japan, ready to remove your nanny title to something more and closer to his heart. maybe even move your room closer to his

ꑘ AND DILF!NANAMI who had thoughts of proposing just a year later with a simple ring like you requested and at a bar in Malaysia where he had taken you on your first date of many dates “i think i wanna spend the rest of my life with you, move the out with you, travel with you, retire with you, do everything with. you..”

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Thinking of 21+ Toge Inumaki who makes you come whenever he wants

"Can't anymore- no more-- Toge please-"

"Hmm.." he hums to himself and gets between your legs, removing the vibrator he's been pressing there for what feels like hours, with endless orgasms, some so hard they've left you all but melting in a puddle of your own arousal.

Sliding his fingers through your mess, sinking them into you, he seems to be inspecting.

A mischievous smile crosses his face and he curls his fingers, hitting the plushy spot inside you that makes your legs shake.

"T-To-ge-- Toge- wait-!!"

And with that grin and the pure devilish look in his lilac eyes, you know what he's going to do.

Unzipping his turtleneck, he leans right up close to your pretty face, making direct eye contact with his fingers knuckle deep inside you and he utters-

"come"

It makes him giggle every time he does this. Seeing you helplessly squirming, your cute hole gripping his fingers from his words alone.

He thinks this is what his cursed speech was for all along. He's found its purpose.

"come" again, he keeps going, seeing the sweat begin to glisten on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face, the sheets getting soaked.

And that's when he has another brainwave straight from hell.

He wonders if you'd mind.

Well, in this state he's sure you'd do anything even if he gave you a choice.

So he stands up from the bed, watching your dazed and confused expression for a moment, until his next command comes-

"on your knees"

And he watches your face shift from hesitant, shocked, and finally landing on... aroused.

He was right.

He knew a little freak like you would love this.

Now, he makes you come over and over until you're moaning and drooling all over him, giving the messiest head he's ever received.

But he knows you enjoy how he torments you, so he got cocky and started doing it in public.

Standing close enough so only you would hear, whispering directly in your ear-

"come"

And that's all it would take, to have your body shaking in his arms, biting your lip to stifle the moans. Sometimes you'd even try to hide your face in his chest, but he'd just push you back gently and continue as if nothing happened.

Every time he does it, he can't help but think about that perfect, dripping pussy, the slick that's pooling in your panties, then running down your legs by the third or fourth time, and it gets him undeniably hot.

He can't help but take pleasure in this, smiling to himself all day, when you're out shopping, getting lunch, or meeting friends.

Your friends do wonder why he looks so happy all the time...

YOU HAVE (1) NEW REQUEST FROM @GOJO SATORU . . .

WANNA PLAY SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN?

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NEW MESSAGE @WARNINGS : f. reader, college!au, frat party / exhibitonism, teasing, kind of academic rivals / enemies to lovers, seven minutes in heaven scenarios that are def longer than seven mins, alcohol mention, dirty talk, creampie, fingering / pussy eating.

(1) ATTACHMENT @WC : est. 5.2k

NEW MESSAGE FROM EMMIE @GAROUJO : hewo this is the first fic from the seven minutes in heaven series, hopefully you guys enjoy ‘n feedback is v much appreciated since this is the longest thing i’ve ever written — pls enjoy ><

cocky, confident, insufferable, aggravating… (unfortunately) handsome, these were a few words that came to mind when you thought about gojo satoru.

he’d been in your class since you’d started here — unfortunately at the desk that was straight infront of yours and you say it’s unfortunate because as it happens, you both have never gotten along.

he was a smart ass and a know it all, and you don’t know what you did in a past life to deserve his teasing but it had gotten to the point where you seemed to be his only means of entertainment, having to hold back a gag at how sickly sweet he is to everyone else.

but every single thing you did, satoru had to do better—beat your tests scores, offer to help teachers before they asked you (suck up), deliberately asking you difficult questions he knows you’re gonna struggle to answer in presentations, just so he can see you trip up a few times.

he’d lean back only to scribble on your notes when he’s done taking his own—after trying and failing to use your hand as a sketch book first, steals some of your snacks or lunch with a wink and a honeyed, irritable comment about how “sweets are good for stimulating the brain.” he was so annoyi—

“hey! you still here with me?” suguru shouts, raising an eyebrow at your spaced out form as he waves his hand over your eyes—snapping you out of your daydream to bring you plummeting back to where you’re stood right now, at your rival’s frat party.

“sorry, spaced out.” you hum in response, trying and failing to pretend that you hadn’t just completely zoned out whilst unfortunately staring at the gojo satoru you’d just been mentally cursing.

the same guy who’d also noticed you staring a while ago and is now shooting you one of his annoyingly, handsome smirks before he’s turning and deliberately throwing an arm over the girl opposite him, the same one who doesn’t hesitate to lean into his chest because not only was he annoying but he was also irritably popular, especially with girls—

—not that you care, you want to roll your eyes, flip him the bird but you know that’s what he wants, so you turn your eyes back to your bestfriend as he takes his place beside you instead before you feel suguru nudge at your shoulder.

but if you were to meet satoru’s gaze once more, you’d see that it had quickly found its way back to you, and there’s a ghost of a frown on his features this time instead of his usual cocky look.

“you feeling okay? don’t look like you’re having a good time.” the dark haired male hums, leaning forward to meet your gaze from where it’s drifted away from him and you know you can’t hide your irritation, he always knew—but as wound up as you were, there was always a drop in your guard around your bestfriend.

“sorry, yeah i’m fine.. just bored i guess—“ you eventually reply, and you hear suguru click his tongue before he’s grinning good-naturedly down at you and pushing himself off of the counter, rounding your figure until he’s standing opposite you.

“yeah, i’m sure bored is how you’re feeling—do you forget i’ve known you forever, i can read your mind at this point.” your bestfriend laughs, shooting you a humoured grin before he’s tilting his head towards the living room and urging you to follow him.

“come on, you’re bored right? atleast make an effort to have some fun.” you can’t help but scoff in amusement at suguru’s playful words but you still find yourself following him, allowing the warm air from the bustling frat party to roll over your shoulders.

you pass between beer pong tables and other drunken students, classmates and people you’ve never even seen before alike, even find yourself passing by satoru and his group of friends—or fans you guess you could call them. but you never take your eyes off of your best friends back, almost certainly feeling a white-haired male’s shameless gaze burn into you until you’re out of view.

you don’t know why you’re struck with a sudden wave of anticipation and nerves as you finally stroll into the living room, almost colliding with suguru when he stops abruptly, his lips pulling into a grin before he’s laughing at the confused look on your face.

you know what this is, a single empty beer bottle in the middle of the floor and classmates dotted around different areas of the room, most already giddily drunk while they’re giggling and gossiping at every victim the bottle chooses before they’re whisked away into what could potentially be your own personal hell.

“trust me, just sit.” suguru grunts, his eyes on you again before he’s dropping onto the couch and pulling you down with him until you’re not very gracefully falling into the cushions, and he’s drawling out a “we’re in” that’s immediately followed by obnoxious whistles and whispers from the other students in the room.

you open your mouth to protest—not that you even know what you’d say—but before you can you’re instantly cut off by another “make that three.” followed by a sudden weight on the other side of the couch when you feel the cushions dip, right next to you.

you know that voice—that honeyed tone and the starry eyed glances and jealous looks that are suddenly being sent your way, not towards you, no—but towards none other than gojo satoru from where he’s sat next to you, deliberately knocking his thigh against yours with how obnoxiously he’s manspreading and leaning back with a knowing grin.

you want to ignore satoru, deciding to choose peace when you cross your arms over your chest and turn your attention back to the bottle in the middle of the room—you want to, but ofcourse he has other plans when you feel him lean towards you, his chest pressing against your side.

“lucky for you, there’s not a way for me to win this one. wouldn’t want to see you cryin’ again…” satoru drawls, feigning disappointment even though his words are still smooth but you can basically hear the grin on his lips, immediately turning to him with nothing short of a scowl before you’re leaning away.

“hey, it’s your turn.“ suguru grunts from his place beside you and you can’t help but roll your eyes, not even at him, but because you can already feel your blood beginning to boil, so you’re hissing out a “spin for me, sugu.” and turning your venomous gaze back to the person who actually deserves it while your bestfriend shrugs and does as you ask.

“i wasn’t crying because you got a higher score, gojo. don’t give yourself so much credit.” you reply sharply, a mocking amount of sweetness in your voice and you’re pretty sure you notice the sides of satoru’s lips twitch in amusement at your reaction before he hums.

“oh? thought you looked so pretty when you cried too.” satoru sighs out—teasing, tilting his head back to look over your face from behind his round glasses and the grin on his lips is almost pleased in a way that has you wanting to scream, like he’s taunting you but unfortunately for you mostly, you’ve never been one for backing down from him.

you tilt your body towards him, muscles tensed and you’re sure there’s a deep, less than flattering frown on your face that immediately shows just how much he gets to you when you bring a finger up to point at the irritatingly pretty male opposite you.

“you know what, gojo! i really—“ you begin, but your sharp sentence is immediately cut off by an obnoxiously loud round of hollers and hoots as you freeze, eyes wide just as you’re about to push your index finger into satoru’s chest and the shit eating grin on his face seems to stretch even wider, his own amusement shining through when he narrows his eyes at you, tipping his head towards the bottle on the floor that’s so obviously pointing straight at him.

“well would you look at that. looks like you can win this. come on, you don’t need to try contain your excitement.” satoru grunts, tilting his head as his large palm suddenly wraps around your wrist and pull you up from the couch along with him.

you want to kick and scream, preferably at him but you’re still in shock—this was your own personal hell, and that’s only confirmed when you turn to get some—any assistance from suguru and he’s only raising his hands and sending you a sympathetic look that says you told me to spin for you.

you feel like the rooms spinning, your skin feels like it’s burning underneath satoru’s palm but his hold is still gentle enough where you could break free if you really wanted, but maybe this would work in your favour—a quiet closet with your academic rival and at this point, probable nemesis where you can really give him a piece of your mind? yep, this was gonna go horribly.

satoru’s laughing as he starts to almost impatiently pull you along, shooting playful looks towards the students that seem to be lining the way towards your dreaded destination. until you’re both standing in front of some dingy frat closet that you’re pretty sure hasn’t seen a vacuum or a mop in months, years even.

“you scared?” the white-haired male teases and it’s his words that immediately snap you out of your haze, the same words that have you huffing before they’re reigniting the blaze in your veins and you’re basically pushing him into this stupid, dark closet with a grumble about how absolutely done with his shit you are.

“7 minutes!” you hear someone call from the other end of the door before silence falls in the darkened closet, it’s bigger than you’d expected but not huge—there’s space for you to stand opposite satoru but not enough, he’s still long, 6’3 in stature and imposing, you almost sway from where you look up at him and he’s taking up so much space that you’re almost sitting on the counter top behind you (that’s probably supposed to be full of cleaning supplies) to keep some distance between you both.

“didn’t know you were so eager to get me in here, sweetheart.” satoru drawls and you’re irritation feels like it returns in waves, pinching between your brows before you take a few deep breathes. but when you catch the smallest glance of his stupidly, handsome grin you can’t help but feel the last thread of your sanity snap.

“would you just shut up, gojo? just be quiet.” you bite, sighing (probably a little dramatically) before you lean back—eyes narrowing at the old lightbulb on the ceiling that’s just barely giving you any light, while satoru raises his hands in faux surrender opposite you and whistles at your sharp comment.

“i hear you.” he replies but the tone of his voice still has you grumbling before you keep the silence between you both for what feels like an eternity, eventually letting your emotions run riot on your tongue once more, and you don’t know if it’s because you feel suddenly nervous, or because you can still see him sway impatiently across from you before he’s whistling obnoxiously.

“you’re so annoying, you know that?” you grumble, almost timidly and it makes you want to smack yourself but instead you choose to scowl at the white haired male, watching him push himself up from the wall opposite you. “did you ask me to be quiet just so you could make fun of me? so rude.” satoru replies, his tone almost playful and you don’t miss the way his eyes sweep over you briefly before you scoff.

“aww, expect me to kiss your ass instead?” you return, an equal amount of mocking sympathy in your tone and the comment actually pulls a more genuine sounding laugh from the man, a sound that has you straightening up in a way that seems foreign around him.

“oh, is that an offer? i don’t tease you because i hate you, you know.” satoru breathes again and you feel yourself shuffle at the suddenly heavy atmosphere in the closet. his tone shifts at the end of his sentence this time, it’s low and his words are languid and it makes you hesitate before you speak again.

“then what the hell is it?” you ask, curiosity thick in your words and you can’t hide the way your frown softens.

“nuh ugh, not so fast. think you can lock me in a closet with a pretty girl and i’ll spill my guts? you gotta earn that.” satoru goads, and you think you deserve another smack when you feel a smile twitch on your lips at his words, but you expertly hide it behind a passive expression on your face.

“think you can lock me in a closet with you and i’ll fall in love when you call me pretty?” you sigh, shooting him a humoured grin before he’s shrugging his shoulders and looking at you over his glasses again.

“why? you tempted, princess?” satoru drawls, he’s clearly checking you out—blatantly, making no effort to hide the way his tongue peeks out to roll along his lower lip before he’s stepping closer with heat in his eyes.

you feel yourself shudder with anticipation with each step he takes and you suddenly feel like you could drown in the crystalline, blue tones of his gaze but you can’t help but feel suddenly self conscious as he drinks you up—not that you’d ever let him know that.

“you wish, gojo.” you squeak, but your tone wavers and you know satoru hears it before he’s humming to acknowledge the sudden shift in your demeanour.

“yeah? that obvious?” he sounds so honest, and it makes your heart flutter and your stomach flip—your throat bobs in a swallow and you wish you could say it was bile, but you know it’s not when your brow arches at his words, like you’re deciding if he’s still teasing you or not, and he knows he has you when you bite on your bottom lip.

“wh.. what?”

but still surprisingly, it’s slow when satoru reaches for you—like he’s giving you the opportunity to stop him before his hand is sliding along your back and hooking around your waist to pull your body against his chest. it’s a strong pull, but not disorientating, yet you still feel your skin burn hot where his long fingers are pressing through the thin fabric of your dress, and it feels like it moulds even closer to the shape of your figure—almost like there’s nothing between his palm and your skin.

you scoff his name, resting your palm against his chest and he gives you a few moments, an opportunity to push him away—to yell at him or cuss him out but you don’t, so he shoots you a softer, tilted grin, before he’s leaning closer and brushing his lips against yours.

“hmm, don’t believe me? i can prove it.” satoru hums, allowing his lips to ghost over yours from where his finger is suddenly hooking under your chin and tilting you towards him, like he’s tempting you with the forbidden fruit but as much as desire is burning in your stomach, he’s still annoying.

“you’re such an asshole, goj—“ you gasp when he finally kisses you, cutting off your sentence before it replaced with a breathless exhale and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue past your lips, allowing it to glide along your own.

he tastes like spearmint and strawberry soda and it reminds you that he’d mentioned he wasn’t a drinker—which means the way satoru’s holding you, touching you, kissing you—is being done with a completely clear mind and suddenly you feel something ignite in your veins before you’re pulling him closer.

you feel a coiling pleasure that’s been building between the teasing jabs and playful rivalry tighten delightfully, his hand squeezing your waist only making it burn brighter.

you whimper against his lips and the sound drives satoru closer, practically pinning you against the small countertop behind you both until it’s squeezing against the back of your thighs.

“hmm, so cute.” satoru groans and the deep drone of his voice curls down your spine, you can’t pull yourself away from him—not that he’s helping, with the way his strong grip keeps you in your place against his chest, his large palms exploring the topography of your hips, down your waist and up your thighs from where he’s pinning you onto the surface beneath you.

“satoru.. just fuck me.” you plead against his mouth, a honeyed edge to your voice that you hope will sway him—something you’d never thought you’d say while you breathe heavy with him, and satoru feels sticky at the words, his first name, spoken against his lips. he feels his cock twitch and thicken behind his pants and his thumb squeezes into your skin before he’s licking into your mouth; burying soft groans into your skin like they’re secrets and he’s losing himself in the dizzy spin of the room.

“yeah? fuck, gotta be quick then.. don’t think i’ll hold back on you.” he grunts and the kiss breaks wet as he stands, taps on the back of your thighs to help hoist you up onto the counter top before you jump eagerly and he’s slotting himself between them.

your fingers tangle in his hair once more and satoru can’t help but continue kissing you, the hem of your dress slinking up with his wrists, slender digits squeezing at the fat and muscle it reveals as his hands stroke up your thighs, pushing your dress up until you’re legs spread around him and his fingers are trailing closer to where he needs to be most.

it happens so fast when you feel satoru push your panties to the side messily and the first swipe of his finger between your folds is purposeful, but rushed, dragging the rough pad of his finger beneath the hood of your clit as he rolls the sensitive bud and you twitch, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt before the wet disconnect of his lips from yours has you whimpering softly.

“those sure are some pretty sounds, all for me? aren’t you a sweet thing.“ he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, like he knows you were gonna snap back at him as he spreads you wider. he keeps up the same pace and pressure until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside, groaning when he’s not met with much resistance.

his fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy when you watch him fall onto his knees between your thighs clumsily. he shifts one over his shoulder as he keeps you spread, ready and accessible for him while he gazes up at you from under long lashes.

“look at you, princess. so pretty for me.” satoru groans, his tone still playful despite the trembling undercurrent and he smirks when he angles his fingers inside of you up with angled purpose, like he wants to map out and memorise what makes you keen, brushing them against the spongy spot inside of you until you’re slapping your palm over your pouty lips in a sorry attempt to muffle how needy you sound.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up.

it’s languid the way he pumps his fingers in and out of your wet heat, complimenting it with kitten licks like he’s tasting a dessert for the first time except you’re so much sweeter. you’d be embarrassed if the music on the other side of the door wasn’t so loud—the deep bass doing wonders for covering up the lewd squelching sounds accompanied with his slurps and smacks that are currently echoing around the darkened closet.

satoru continues to sink his fingers into you, swirling tantalising circles into your clit with his tongue while his fingers drag more slick out, making a sloppy mess between your thighs as he laps it back up and buries his face into you with a loud swallow—every noise so much messier and lewd while your hands grab and curl in the snowy peaks of his hair and he hums in amused approval.

he licks into your pussy with a hunger that’s so uniquely him and you almost choke on a babbled cry of his name as you tremble, feeling him flatten his tongue against your sensitive bud before he’s sucking it gently between his lips and pulling away with an exaggerated pop that has butterflies pooling in your stomach.

your pussy throbs around his digits and he breathes a warm sigh across your skin, your eyes clenching tight as your thighs quiver against the width of his shoulders and your head drops back as his bright gaze cuts up into you. feeling him drag his tongue in slow, thorough swirls over your clit as your hips rock side to side.

“gonna be the fucking death of me.” satoru tells you, crooking a smile against your folds but it’s a confession mostly to himself as he works you with practiced precision, watches your hips twist under his touch before his body leaves you suddenly and he pulls away to break through the suddenly suffocating layers of his clothes.

“what happened to that smart mouth i like so much? don’t worry, sweet girl. ill make sure the only thought in that pretty little head is me.”

a ragged sound that’s supposed to be an insult leaves you at his words and suddenly you feel drowsy and pliant as he quickly reveals the soft planes of ivory skin, shoving his slacks down just enough for his cock to spring out and smear precum along the skin of your thighs.

he is gorgeous, moonlight hair messy where it falls over his face, his hand sweeping it back before he’s stepping forward and shooting you a tilted grin, that’s still a little cocky and you suddenly feel like you can’t get enough air with each breath.

“wish i could’ve stretched you more, pretty. but we’re running low on time here.” satoru sighs with a growing smile, hissing when he feels your fingers wrap around the base of his cock like a wordless reply—a plea, almost begging for him to finally fuck you and who is he to deny you of that.

“hurry up—i need you, satoru.” you manage and you feel him grab you in a strong grip before he’s wrapping your thighs around his hips, but any other words are choked upon when the fat head of his cock finally finds your flexing cunt.

you gasp and satoru groans as he sinks carefully up inside you, his hands squeezing and pulling your hips closer to his as your back arches. his cock feels like it sinks into you forever, he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

his fingers grope just a little too hard at your hip, dragging you along his cock as he forces your walls to spread open for him and he feels something ache deep in his stomach, desire heavy in each laboured breath he takes as he tries to keep a firm grip on his composure.

“so tight, princess… you’re already doing so good for me.” he groans, voice low and you can only reply with a sound that’s high pitched and needy when the weight of his hips finally rest against yours and he bottoms out.

it almost hurts how deep satoru reaches, but he’s warm and it lights a fuse that fizzles into something that feels even better, and he feels his toes and fingers curl when you bear down on him eagerly.

he finally pulls his hips back, dragging his cock out of you and your pussy squeezes down tight on him in response, like it’s trying to lure him back inside, tightening around each inch you lose as his fingers dig bruises into your hips and he rolls them back into you, beginning a steady pace with another slow withdrawal.

a whimper leaves you when you feel satoru’s head dip towards yours, his body leaning over you to smear a few kisses along your jawline, working your hips to meet the encouraging pull of his huge hands from where they’re messaging your hips.

the pace he’s sent isn’t fast, but the force behind each thrust is—his huge stature making your body clap against his as he kisses over your skin, teeth nipping at your neck playfully before his lips are gliding along the sensitive spots that have you twitching.

“sensitive, aren’t you? and feel so fucking good. you’ve been keeping this pussy from me for so, long, sweetheart.” satoru goads, emphasising his words with a few sharp thrusts, before his pace inevitably speeds up when he hears you grumble under your breath and he groans again, gripping so tight into your skin that he’ll surely leave bruises.

“s-satoru, you asshole—“ you finally manage to respond, whispery and choked off, but you can’t deny the physical reaction you have to his words, your tight cunt baring down tight around him and you both gasp before his breaks off into a laugh, his pace stuttering as he curses roughly, follows it with a few teasing thrusts.

“huh? what was that? harder? aren’t you greedy?”

and he gives more to you. has given more to you than he has to anyone else, and you bask in it and give back all that you can as he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. he inhales the sweet familiar scent of your perfume that’s now mixed with his cologne and he feels something carnal boil in his stomach.

satoru repositions his feet and takes up a pace that’s a little faster, rougher, pounding into you mercilessly as he marks your skin as his—leaving blooming marks between soft kisses along your neck and jawline and a groan kicks out of his chest when the harsh slap of his hips makes your thighs tighten around him, and you feel your own hips tremble along with your lungs.

“fuck—sound so pretty f’ me, wanna keep you all to myself, my pretty girl. now don’t hold out on me, y-yeah?” satoru tells you, his praise dripping through your rocking body and down your spine and it feels like he ignites something in you. he makes your insides curl and ache as your lips drop open to moan his name and his own ragged breathing cools the spit over your ignited nerves.

your nails dig into satoru’s forearms, pressing as you arch your back against his chest, “g-gonna cum—“ you gasp, lips parting in a pretty o-shape as pleasured tears gather at the corners of your thick lashes, and he pulls away to allow his gaze to jump from your creaming pussy to you, and he feels like the breath is punched from his lungs at how pretty you look lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

“yeah? let me feel you, princess…need all of you, fuck! give it to me.” he smirks, scratchy and growly, letting his fingers trace along your sweat slicken skin to roll your puffy clit as he continues to pound against the right spot inside of you, lighting sparks through your body and your nerves feel like they’re singing under his touch.

you’re more than eager to give into him after a few more clapping thrusts, arching your back as you whine long and wordless for him. the hot rush of bliss and warmth settling over your skin when you cum, the fluttering press of your pussy throwing you into an orgasm so intense you see white behind your eyes.

“f-fuck—fuck, look at you, pretty girl. that’s it.” satoru grunts, his cock flexing and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbling low in his throat as his body curls over yours with a sharp groan—pinning you to the cool surface beneath you.

you feel like the moments after stretch on forever, the room now filled with nothing more than you’re ragged pants as you both try to catch breath, his bigger body blanketing yours until you’re groaning and pushing him off gently—but the gesture pulls a chuckle from the tall man over you that’s still a little breathless due to the lack of air in his lungs.

“satoru, you’re heavy!” you huff, lips curling into a smile when you hear him groan and pull back to frown at you, cheeks plumped as he feigns a pout but you can still see the way his smirk is trying to break through.

“hmm, you didn’t mind it a minute ago.” satoru purrs, usual teasing lilt returning to his words before he’s leaning forward to peck you once on the lips with a grin and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

“you forget we’re still in a closet.” you scoff and you watch his eyes narrow at you before he’s smoothing his large hands down your dress—helping you make yourself look a little more disheveled before his fingers are hooking under your chin for the second time that night.

“you act like that’s gonna stop me, pretty—“ satoru hums but just as he goes to lean in for a kiss you hear a few sharp knocks against the door of the closet, the sudden noise making you jump away from the snowy haired male, making him chuckle before he’s throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you back into him.

“times up, get out.” you hear a gruff voice call and despite the still heavy pound of the bass, you know it’s suguru and you feel your body burn hot when the reality sets in on what you’ve just done—where you’ve just done it, and with who.

but satoru doesn’t look or even seem phased, watching him lean back to sigh before he’s pulling you closer into his side, fingers tightening in your skin like a silent reassurance as his gaze falls back on you.

“aw we gotta leave so soon? try not to look so disappointed.” he goads, but his tone seems lighter when he smiles at you, but you still can’t suppress the playful roll of your eyes because despite the way he’s just given you a taste of heaven, he was still the same irritatingly, (handsome) satoru.

“what do you mean so soon? it ended a while ago so you owe me satoru. get out here and quit hogging the closet!” suguru calls again, clicking his tongue and you feel satoru’s hair tickle the places he’d marked on your skin earlier when he melts into you with a carefree “whoops”, smearing messy, wet kisses against your shoulder before his long limbs are hanging over your body.

“so, you gonna admit you’ve fallen in love with me yet, pretty girl.. or do you need more convincing?”

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eren yeager | smut, slight fluff, angst if you squint | aristocrat!au

wordcount: 5.8k

content: upper class shenanigans, softdom!eren, fem!reader, oral (receiving), penetration (missionary and doggy), rough sex, pet names (princess, beautiful, etc.), crying, dick drunk reader, daddy kink, eren is a liiiittle pushy and an asshole (just a tiny bit), both of them holding a very weird hatred for each other (idk how else to describe it), unprotected sex (use protection kids)

― synopsis: being the heir of the biggest company in paradis holds it's challenges but no one prepared you for eren yeager

note from pooh: this turned out to be longer than expected lmao, writing smut after a long time is so hard omg i never know what the hell to say, hopefully it's not that obvious. i'm not too happy with it but i'm so over re-writing it at this point hahaha.

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“Oh don’t look so glum,” your mother chastised, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Enjoy yourself my love.” Her diamond earrings glistened in the warm candle light cascading from the chandeliers of the grand ballroom. She was an angelic vision in her lilac dusted gown, the same diamonds as the ones in her ears speckled through the fine fabric like dew on flower petals.

You sighed, sipping from your recently refilled glass of white wine. “Easier said than done.” Your gaze moved with the dancing crowd below you, dots of assorted colours and jewellery, black, white, green, pink. You hadn’t seen him yet.

She chuckled at your seriousness. “Do you really think hiding yourself away up in the balcony is going to solve your problems?”

Yes. “What else am I supposed to do?” You sent her a questioning side glance.

“Oh I don’t know… go down there? Dance? Mingle? God forbid you have fun.” She positions herself at your side against the banister, dress brushing against your own.

Silently you leaned your head on her shoulder, a scent of vanilla and roses floating from her skin. “Is he here?” You whispered as you played with the delicate lace on your sleeves.

“He is.” She replied solemnly, resting her head on top of yours.

Your heart sank as her words solidified your anxiety. Of course he was here, how could he not be?

The man in question was one Eren Yeager, son of Lord Grisha and Lady Carla of Maria. A man who had been a thorn in your side since you were children. Lord Grisha generated his wealth from his medical practices littered across the country, this was valuable to your family, valuable enough to do business with.

Your parents thought it a good idea for you and Eren to become acquainted, being about the same age, maybe something would blossom. Though the only thing that did blossom was the growing hatred between you both. You somehow were always getting on each other’s nerves, so much so that you began to despise him. It started with small childish things, hair pulling, petty fights over trivial topics like who got to have the last of everything, but when you hit adolescence he made it a point to make a snarky comment no matter what you were doing.

“What the hell happened to your face?” He’d scowled at you one afternoon while you lay idly in the grass reading a book. It just so happened to be the same day your mother decided you were old enough to start wearing makeup.

You threw him an irritated look. “It’s makeup.”

“Your mother let you leave the house looking like that?” His shadow covers your face as he leans over you curiously, running a finger along your cheek.

“Piss off Eren!” He laughs as you throw your book at his face, easily dodging the hardback.

It was even worse as you came of age to actually date. He somehow managed to wriggle his way in and meddle with all your potential suitors, spreading rumours, interrupting dances and private conversations. There was a time everyone believed you’d slept with all of your father’s business partners, of course it wasn’t true but that didn’t stop your parents from losing their minds over the allegations. Your reputation was an important one, it was make or break in this dog-eat-dog world you were born into. You never really did find out who or where that rumor came from, but you had a funny feeling Eren had something to do with it.

“Maybe he’ll behave himself now that he’s in public.” Your mother continued.

“Fine I’ll go, but if he says anything out of turn...” You looked to her, finding no trace of disapproval, just her soft features watching sway of dresses below.

“You’ll be fine.” She shifts to stand upright again before kissing your temple. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She smiles, disappearing through the curtain draped over the entryway of the balcony.

Sighing, you down the last of your wine and readjust the bust of your dress, smoothing over the lace that hung off your shoulders, dress twinkling in the light like stars at dusk. With a deep breath you found your way to the staircase that led onto the ballroom floor, hesitating at the top as you watched a parade of colour flutter by. You had yet to see Yeager, you reassured yourself. And hopefully you’d go the whole night without the misfortune of running into him. As you began your decent your mother’s words echoed through your mind one last time.

What was the worst that could happen?

Foreign and familiar faces welcomed you with curtseys and bows of reverence while you walked through the crowd, head held high and a bright smile on your face, greeting your family’s many business partners.

Being the heir to one of the largest companies in all of Paradis held a lot of responsibility, the primary one, being the picturesque daughter your father sought you out to be. Proper, intelligent and scandal-free. Something that was already hard to do in a sea of people who fed off of gossip.

“Lady y/n.” A kindly voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Could I interest you in a dance?” Jean Kirstein - the newest addition to your fathers growing list of associates- greeted you coyly with a hand outstretched in invitation.

You gave a half-smile “Of course.”

He was a handsome man to say the least, with tussled blond hair and a smile that had butterflies churning in your stomach. His suit was a classic black and white three piece, a teal tie bringing a pop of colour that complimented his alluring hazel eyes.

With one hand in yours and the other securely on your waist, he whisked you out onto the dance floor, taking the lead as he began moving you in time with the music. His gentle gaze never left yours as you floated across the floor effortlessly, touch warm against your hips that he guided in a rhythm that met his own.

“You’re quite good at this aren’t you?” Your playful expression made him chuckle.

“Of course my lady,” he replied, spinning you before continuing. “I had to make a good first impression didn’t I?”

The tempo rose with the changing routine and it was time to switch partners. He laid a soft kiss on your hand before releasing you in another spin, a laugh bubbling in your chest as you landed in the arms of your next partner.

“Good to see you’re enjoying yourself my lady,” your smile faltered as you looked up to see the face of the man you’d so desperately tried to avoid all night. “Don’t look so upset, frowning was never a good look on you?” A smirk hung on his lips as he towered over your smaller frame, loose hairs framing his face as he pinned you with mischievous eyes.

“What are you doing here, Eren?” You spat, feeling your skin tingle where his touch slowly made its way down the small of your back.

A huff left his chest. “I was sent an invitation? Why were you hoping I wouldn’t come?”

“Yes,” you retort. “I was hoping for a night of peace.”

He extended an arm and spun you in place, then roughly pulled you back into his chest. “You and I both know that’s never going to happen.” There was a knowing undertone in his voice, a tone that you knew always held bad intentions.

“Why must you always ruin my night?” You carped, trying your best to maintain your composure. There were too many important people around for you to make a scene and not face the consequences, but the longer he spoke the closer he was to pushing you there.

He dipped you low and your gaze caught Jean’s, who smiled at you softly while dancing with a women in red. How you yearned to be back in his arms again.

“So you and Kirstein? What’s that about?” Eren nodded to the man in question as he brought you back up again. Your breath nearly left you with how close his lips were to your own, too distracted by that fact you didn’t even register his question.

“What?” Your brows furrowed at him as you took a step back to put some distance between you.

He met you with an icy expression. “Are you and Jean...an item?” He pressed, voice faltering at the end as if it pained him to even say those words. Why did he care?

“No, he’s an associate of my father’s, why does it matter?” You answered honestly, unconsciously moving your hand from his shoulder to his chest, running your index finger over the key shaped pin on his jacket collar.

“You seem awfully fond of someone who cleans horse shit for a living.” You catch him glance over his shoulder to where you could only assume Jean stood, not missing the irritation in his voice.

“He does not,” your hand smacks his chest. “He runs the biggest transport company in the country, horses are just one of his divisions.”

Eren rolls his eyes at your defensiveness. “Oh so you do like him. I didn’t know you enjoyed the smell of horse shi-”

The song comes to an end and you break away from him before you do something you’d regret. You opened your mouth and closed it again, fist balling at your side as everything you ever wanted to say became stuck in your throat. For all the belittling, the mocking and the embarrassment, you wanted to let him have it, but something held you back. Your tongue was stiff as he watched you with an inscrutable expression, waiting for you to break.

Instead your face softens, an equally unreadable expression etched upon your features. “Thank you for the dance Eren, good evening.” You said simply, giving a final curtsey before turning your back to him, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

With a hastened pace you pushed your way through the sea of guests, odd looks cast your way as you haphazardly bumped into a server holding champagne, making you lose your balance. The glasses clattered to the floor with a loud shatter, most of it spilling on your dress in the commotion as you landed on your hands and knees in the liquid. The crowd around you gasped and sneered, encircling your distressed figure, on the floor, apologetic and frantically searching for an exit. You saw Eren among them, a taunting glint in his eyes, as if he enjoyed seeing you like this. Beneath him.

You were mortified.

“Y/n! Are you alright?” Jean’s voice broke your fixed gaze. The man knelt down to help you up, taking his hand in yours. To his surprise you tore your hand from his, offered him a pained smile and curtsied half-heartedly.

“Excuse me.” You choked before speeding up the staircase, uncaring of the array of murmurs and snickers that followed your abrupt and dramatic exit.

This was his fault, Eren fucking Yeager. You cursed as your feet blistered in the tall heels you’d been wearing the whole night, reduced to hobbling down the long hallway, body stick and damp from alcohol. This was the worst that could happen, you thought. As if being ridiculed wasn’t enough he had to go and add insult to injury with his stupid fucking face mocking you from the crowd.

Was this his plan? To rile you up so much that you’d slip up in front of everyone that was important to you? To your family?

“Fucking Yeager!” You growl, stepping into your room and slamming your door shut behind you. You began pulling pins from your hair tossing them onto your vanity in frustration, strands falling over your shoulders as you kicked off your shoes in the process. You were done with this evening, with everyone and everything associated with it.

As you finally tore the last pin from your hair you heard a knock at your door. “I’m not accepting guests at this time!” You called out, frustrated with the ties on your dress. There was silence, then another knock. “Go away!” A string of curses fall from your lips as your fingers continue to slip against the silky fabric. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse.” You sigh. Then you heard your door open. “I said go away-!”

The source of your fury stood leant against the door frame, an arrogant aura emanating from his figure as he watched you struggle to undress. “How unladylike-”

The shoes you had discarded on the floor found their way into your hands and you aimed for his head, disappointed as he narrowly dodged object. “Get out!” You glowered at him, other shoe in hand ready to throw.

He gave you an incredulous look, smoothing the loose strands on his forehead displaced due to evading your attack. “Are you insane?!” He shouts, picking up the shoe you’d just tossed at his face.

You threw the other shoe, this time at his groin, to which again he narrowly dodged. “Have you not had enough of making a fool of me today? You had to come up here to see your work first hand?” You’d given up on your calm façade, letting your emotions spill as you saw fit in the privacy of your room.

“You’re blaming me for that disaster?” He brayed, both of your shoes now in his palms.

“Of course this is your fault!” You spat callously. “The constant degrading, the fucking agony you put me through every event. You love to humiliate me every chance you get! And for what? Your own twisted sense of humour?” Your chest heaved as you found yourself mere inches from him, breast almost against his in your fit of rage, defeated tears spilling down your flushed cheeks.

You hated to cry, especially in front of Eren but at this point you couldn’t think of anything else to do. The pained attempt to stop the tears from falling ended in hundred more flooding out, you couldn’t bottle it all up anymore, not this time.

Silence filled the room, save your shallow shaky breathes and his deep ones. His face was once again unreadable, eyes scouring yours, for what you didn’t know. Abandoning your shoes on the floor, his hand brushed a stray lock of hair that curled at your collarbone, grazing the skin there as his now softened gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your watery-eyed glare. The touch set goosebumps upon your skin as he continued up your neck to your jaw, wiping a thumb over your tear stained cheek.

“Let me make it better.” He breathed onto your lips, pleading eyes piercing into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip tenderly, time slowing as his lips met yours. He walked you backward further into your bedroom by your hips, closing the door behind him with an audible sound that reverberated off the hinges. His hand shifted to caress the back of your neck, pulling you into him further to deepen the kiss, moulding against your lips as he used his other hand to loosen the knot in the ties of your dress.

When the back of your knees hit your bed you parted, out of breath and thinking bit clearly. “Eren,” you sighed, forehead against his as your breathing fell in time with one another. “Please, we-” He places a kiss on your cheek, turning you around to have better access to the back of your dress.

“Shh.” He whispers. His fingers pry the ties free and from their loops and he watches your body visibly relax, finally released from the confines of the material. Softly he pulls the fabric from your arms and down your waist till it became a pool of colour on the carpeted floor. His jacket and tie join it as he flicked the first few buttons of his shirt open to expose the tanned expanse of his chest.

You felt oddly vulnerable in your underwear, even if this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you this way, his gaze still painted a flush upon your skin. Instinctually your arms came up to cover your bare chest, breasts almost spilling from between them.

He chuckles, neck lowering to plant a kiss on your shoulder as he smooths a hand over your stomach. “I’ve seen you like this plenty of times but you still hide from me.”

His fingers played with the waistband of your panties mindlessly, lips continuing their way up your shoulder. The heat of his touch has your mind going fuzzy, losing yourself in the way his hands trailed over your skin, familiar with every mark, every crevasse, every curve your body had to offer. Your lips part in a gasp as he bites into the soft flesh of your neck, sucking a dark bruise into the skin. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

He turns you back around to face him, pushing you onto the mattress softly. His hips nestle between your thighs as his body envelops yours, pressing his hard-on against your clothed pussy.

“Eren.” With a sigh your hips squirm beneath his, attempting ease the arousal rapidly pooling at your core.

“Yes, sweetheart?” You lose your voice at the way his mouth paths down your collarbone, laving marks into the depths of your skin. His hands find yours still covering your chest and pries them away, entwining your fingers to pin your hands above your head. Beneath his intense gaze the flush on your skin deepened, struggling to keep still while your heart threatened to beat out of your chest. He looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Y/n.” He whispers mindlessly against your skin. Before you could answer him a gasp caught in your throat as his tongue encircled your nipple. He released your hands to cup your tits, rolling the other bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Keep them there.”

Your back arched unconsciously, rubbing yourself against his cock — still uncomfortably strained against the zipper of his trousers — causing a deep groan to sound from his throat, the sound alone making your clit throb.

“Fuck, Eren.” Digging your nails into your palms you struggled to keep them above your head, as you whined. It was embarrassing the amount of power he had over you, the way a simple flick of his tongue birthed an impossible ache between your thighs. After doing this with him for this long you’d think it’d have worn off by now.

“That’s it beautiful, say my name.” He coos, continuing his assault down to your thighs. His fingers curl around your panties and guide them down your legs, letting it join your dress on the floor.

A breathy moan escaped you as he wastes no time drawing a long strip from your entrance to your your clit, moaning at the way your arousal danced on his tongue. Pushing your thighs apart he did it again, dipping his tongue into you this time to gage your reaction.

Those sweet sounds he craved for weeks finally fell freely from your lips, like music to his ears. He drank in every gasp and every whimper as your head lulled back and your back arched, still obeying his instruction as your fingers dug into the bedsheets.

His cock twitched as you began rocking your hips into his face, matching the pace of his tongue fucking into your dripping cunt. How did he always end up here? Back in this position, on his knees, between your legs, savouring the way you tasted like it was the last time he’d ever get to experience it. How tightly did you have him wound around your finger? Pretty damn tight apparently. As much as he tried to deny it, push you away with insults, humiliation and bickering he always found himself here, worshiping your pussy.

He hated you for it.

“’Ren, please. Please, please, please, fuck.” Your thighs strained against his hold, trembling as you continued fucking his face.

Fuck, he could listen to you beg forever. “What do you want princess?” He asked in a husky tone, planting tender a kiss on your inner thigh. His eyes were glazed over, a deeper green than they were on the dancefloor. Fingertips ghosted your entrance as he waited for your reply, his breath on your clit making you clench around nothing.

“I need you... I need you inside me, please.” You panted desperately.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath as you open your legs wider for him. “Look how wet you are.” The way your arousal dripped down your ass and onto the sheets made his mouth water, the view never got old. Reluctantly pulling away from you he finally rids himself of his clothes, sighing softly as he finally freed his cock from the confines of his pants.

The sight had your mind reeling. He reminded you of an art piece, like marble where the finest detail was carved to perfection. His skin glowed in the candle light, glistening in a thin veil of sweat with your arousal still on his lips — rosy and plush. Muscles pulsed as he reached behind his head to pull the band in his hair, freeing a cascade of long dark hair onto his back and shoulders.

He hovers over you, lips ghosting yours as he guides his cock through your folds with a hiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“I’d hope so.” You reply with a cheeky grin, laying a kiss on his chin.

You yelp as his hand slaps your ass harshly, the sound reverberating off the walls. There was a handprint now burning red on your ass. “What was that for?” You hiss, trying to move your hips away but find them pinned to the mattress under his weight.

He bites your neck in reply. “For being rude.”

“Oh piss off.” He raises a warning brow as you roll your eyes.

Again he smacks your ass as punishment, this time harder in the same place. “Do that one more time, see what happens.”

The sting of your ass seemed to have clouded your judgement as you proceeded to take him up on that challenge. “Fuck yo-!”

Before you could finish your rebuttal he shoves his cock into you without warning, completely filling you to the hilt. Your hands find his shoulders instinctively, embedding crescent shaped marks into his skin. The sound you made was a mix between a gasp and a moan, both in shock and pleasure at the sudden intrusion.

“I’m sorry what were you saying?” Eren chuckles beside your ear, smirk evident in his tone.

A shaky breath leaves your chest. “I hate you.” You grumble in reply, the words coming out breathier than intended.

He shifts to rest his forehead against yours, a shit-eating grin still on his face. “If you hate me so much…” The pause is met with a harsh thrust of his hips, sending another moan tumbling from your lips. “Then why am I the only one that’s able to have you like this?” Your breath hicks as he repeats the same action, nose brushing his as he moved.

You didn’t have a real answer, it’s not like you didn’t seek sex from other partners, you did, but none of them could compare to the man before you. There was something comforting in how he knew your body inside and out, your expressions, the way your skin flushed under his touch, every moan and stutter. You trusted him with your body as he did you with his, but in doing so it fed into an addiction, one that could only be satisfied by Eren.

“Who said you were the only one?” You teased back.

His breath hit your nose as he huffed out a laugh. “No one can make you feel the way I do. Admit it.”

It was your turn to laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. Anyone can do what you do, you’re not special.”

“Oh really?” His cock twitches inside of you, hips moving at an agonisingly slow pace. “Like who?”

“O-others, why do you need to know?” You stutter out, unable to draw a realistic name from the top of your head.

“I’d like to know who my competition is. That is if they even exist.” Your skin tingles as his nose traces the curve on your cheek. Eren knew exactly what that stutter meant. You were a liar. But that didn’t make going along with it any less entertaining.

“Of course they exis- fuck!” Pleasure overwhelms you as he hits a familiar spot, fingers playing with your clit as he continued his strokes.

“Mmm.” He groans against your cheek. “You know how much I hate lies y/n.” His pace doesn’t let up as he speaks, fingers and cock moving in time with one another, a sweet harmony that had you struggling to maintain your fragile composure.

“I’m not-”

Spank.

“Stop lying to me sweetheart,” he warns again upping the pressure on your clit. “Who’s the only one who can make you feel like this?” You could barely think, let alone speak as he continued his ministrations. Your pussy was a sopping mess, so much so that the lewd sound of your wet cunt taking his cock was audible with every delicious stroke.

Your breath fanned against his neck, hot and fast between moans and whines. The longer this went on the quicker your resolve dissipated and soon you were at his mercy. “You ‘Ren, it’s you.”

“I’m sorry?” He smiles, leaning his ear to your lips. “Say it again I don’t think I heard you.”

“Fuck, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this ‘Ren.” You repeat begrudgingly between breaths.

“Good girl.” With a kiss to your cheek he leans back on his heels, letting his cock slip out of you. “Turn over for me.”

Obediently you flip over on your hands and knees, chest brushing the mattress as you position your ass in the air. You feel him move over you, watching as he retrieves two pillows at the head of the bed to place under your hips, to which you happily lay on.

His hands slip themselves into the crease where your hips met your thighs, memorising the way your back arched in this position. He proceeds to run his thumbs over the small of your back, parallel to your spine before his grip tightens slightly and he’s pushing your hips into the pillows. Slowly he eases into you, moaning at the way your pussy engulfed him eagerly, tightening as inch by inch he drew deeper.

"Holy fuck, ‘Ren!” You cry, nails clawing the sheets. It was like he was in your stomach, if that was even possible.

His tongue paths it’s way up your spine, leaving spaced open mouth kisses on your skin till he reaches your ear. “Does that feel good princess?”

You could only moan in response, heavy breaths wafting your hair that had fallen over your face. He wasn’t even moving but he still managed to turn your brain to mush.

With a chuckle he pecks your shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” His hip shift slightly, drawing a string of whines from your throat. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Mhm.” The weight of his body leaves yours as he sits back up, pausing to give your ass a squeeze. “And what if move like this?” His hips draw back slowly before pushing back into you with a force that almost knocked the breath out of you. “That feel good to baby?”

“Yes, fuck it feels so good daddy.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to let go and fuck you into the bed the way he knew you loved. Hard and rough. Using your back as leverage he pressed into your skin, grip tight around your waist as he watched your ass ripple with every slap of his hips against your own.

You were so damn intoxicating it wasn’t even a joke anymore. There were days he’d actually miss this, miss you. Your face, your scent, your taste, how your pussy felt as it squeezed him at every inch, it was like you were made for him and vice versa. He’d never actually tell you any of that though.

This wasn’t love. It was sex, reoccurring mind blowing sex.

“Fuck, yes, yes, yes, yes!” By the way your toes curled he knew he was hitting that sweet spot along your walls. Satisfaction swelled in his chest at your cock drunk form scrunching the sheets between your fingers, losing your voice in the pleasure surging through your body.

“That’s it sweetheart.” Cooing, he slows his pace to pin your hands behind your back, trapping your wrists in one hand and using the other to play with your clit. “You love this dick don’t you?”

Mindlessly you reply. “Yes daddy, so deep in my pussy.” At this point you would say anything, do anything if he asked you to. With the way his dick kissed that spot inside you over and over it was hard not to lose yourself, to let your eyes roll back and just take it.

“You feel so good princess, fuck you take me so well.” He looks down to where your bodies met, almost cumming at the sight of you creaming all over his cock. Your nails were digging into the back of his hand that still pinned your hands to the small of your back, grip tightening as your thighs tensed.

“I’m gonna cum, I-I’m gonna cum.” You whine with a hick.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over this dick.” He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer as you grew tighter with each passing stroke, but he needed you to cum first, he needed to watch you come undone on his cock.

“Eren!” You hold onto his hand for dear life as you fall over the edge, your whole body tightening as Eren fucks you through your orgasm, fingers still softly caressing your clit.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He praises, out of breath, soon following with his own high. White hot ropes of cum painted your insides as a variation of your name fell from his lips in an incoherent mess. Normally he’d never be caught dead cumming inside if it was any one else but because it was you he bent that rule.

You groan softly as your body grew heavy, sinking into the soft mattress. Almost ready to pass out then and there you feel Eren shuffle behind you, moaning as his cock slides against your walls, slowly drawing from your warmth.

He falls onto his back beside you with a sigh. “Come here.”

“Mmm.” You groan, still fucked out and limp with flattened pillows under your hips probably damp with his cum as you felt it leak from your hole.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you forward effortlessly by your arm, cradling you in his side. There was a long silence as you both lay there listening to the rhythm of each others breaths, content in the comfort you had both built after months of this routine.

When all this first began you refused to even look at each other after the fact, getting dressed and leaving the room immediately. But one drunken night when you woke up to find him still there beside you, arm around your waist and pulled into his chest, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. It soon became normal for you to lay like this, naked and vulnerable, listening to his heart beat.

“You okay?” He questions, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Tired.” You sigh softly. Your fingers traced the grooves of his chest, circling his pectoral mindlessly.

He exhales heavily. “Feel better?”

With a chuckle you trail your finger down his abdomen. “A little.”

The look he throws you has your smile grow wider. “Only a little?” He turns on his side, resting his head on his hand. “Still lying to me.”

“Gonna have to try a little harder than that, Yeager.” Teasingly you tap his nose, laughing at the way he frowns at your simple gesture.

He caresses your face with his free hand, running a thumb over your rosy lips. “You really think I don’t know you after all these years?” The question was longing, like he was reminiscing every encounter you two ever had.

“I didn’t think you paid that much attention after all these years.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“I’m observant.”

“You’re a nuisance.” You corrected, but despite your insult the smile never left your face.

“You love me.” The rebuttal caught you off guard, unsure if he was joking or not as his tone remained serious.

“Are you drunk, Yeager? Why would I ever love you?”

His face draws toward yours knowingly. “You wouldn’t still be here if you didn’t.”

“I-I could say the same for you.” You deflect, gesturing to his figure.

Did he really want to admit his feelings for you, after having pushed them down for so long? Did he even have feelings for you? When he saw you on the dancefloor for the first time tonight his stomach erupted in a flutter of butterflies. Not to mention when he watched the way you smiled and laughed with Jean. Who the fuck was he anyway? Some cooperate kiss-ass who shoveled shit for a living. Transport, what was Jean’s transport company compared to the medical empire Eren was managing? Is that what impressed you? What you liked? He followed the way Jean’s hands glided along your body, like he knew where to touch you, how to make you…

“Eren.” Your soft voice breaks him from deep thought. You look at him with those eyes you do, the ones that somehow manage to break his resolve every time.

“Let’s get you to a bath.” He smiles at you sadly, laying a kiss in your forehead and getting up from the bed. His fingers rake through dishevelled hair before offering you an outstretched hand.

You witnessed the way his green eyes dulled as they bore into yours sullenly. His expression was placid, unreadable as it always was when he decided to shut you out, an action you’d become all too familiar with as you came back to the reality of the situation.

Not wanting to question him on it you take his hand. “Lead the way.”

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30 Love

precis. katsukis’ old, he’s had his heart broken a plethora of times and is ready to give up. That’s until a pretty girl who’s been through the ringer herself prances into his life through a shitty dating app.

pairing. bakugou kastuki x female reader

word count. 4.2k

warnings. fem!sub!reader, degrading nickname (whore), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, face sitting.

+ navigation | inspiration: shitty dating apps

You were nervous about seeing him again.

Only meeting Katsuki a few weeks prior after discovering each other on a ‘wealthy singles’ dating app and chatting. You’d been seeing each other about every other weekend since. Now, you were meeting him again, but this time would be even more special… you smiled, reminiscing over the soft tone he’d use for you whilst on the phone and the beautiful letters he wrote.

Not to mention the sinful pictures he had attached to quite a few.

Bakugou Katsuki was definitely not shy about his muscular body and well-hung manhood, which made you feel free within yourself. you had always been reserved, but there was nothing more you desired than to be wild with the right person to help set you free. What drew you to him were not the pictures of his body, but his hidden sensitivity. As you laid on your patio, bathing in the moonlight; fragments from a drunken memory slipped back into you mind. Well enough we’re you able to remember a conversation where the self proclaimed brute confessed his hurt about his last relationship, when his girlfriend left him for an older man.

That was the moment you realized he was indeed a brute, uncensored, and nothing short of boorish. But he was also tenderhearted, considerate, and fragile. He could fall deeply in love with someone he cared for. It didn’t take long for you to not only realize in your mind but your heart as well, that you wanted nothing more than to be with a man like Katsuki.

So here you are, about to meet him for only the fourth time, and thinking that you knew him better than your ex-husband you were married to for 8 years.

You drove for a long distance and his directions were perfect. You pulled into the park gate and saw the tennis courts he described. Your hands were clammy, leaving a moist fog on the black steering wheel as you pulled towards the parking lot. He was there, standing outside his vehicle, looking up at the sky. You smiled despite the nervousness. He was wearing white shorts and a light blue loose fitting polo shirt. His sunglasses covered his vermillion eyes, which disappointed you. Distinctly remembering how full of passion and intensity they were…and how deeply vermillion.

You parked several cars down and took a deep breath before getting out. As you approached, he looked down and smiled. It was a warm, comforting smile that made your tense shoulders drop, finally at ease. He took off his sunglasses and put them on his shirt, the simple gesture made your heart leap as he gazed upon you, almost like he put a spell over you. The blond wrapped his arm around your waist and grabbed your chin with the other, pulling your head up to meet his lips. He kissed you passionately, tongues wrestling for dominance and it was only right to let him take it. Bakugou reached down and cupped your bottom in his large, rough hand. Normally he wasn’t such a pervert, but your ass’d been on his mind since the day he swiped right…

"Are you ready to play?" He taunted, knowing full well he was better than you at the sport.

"Won’t you take it easy on me, Kat-us-ki?" You purred his name, hoping to break him down.

"We're just here to have some fun, not to get ready for the U-17 world cup." He replied with a snicker.

It had been a while since you had played so your game was rusty, but nonetheless enjoyable. It felt nice getting outside and running around, not to mention the killer smiles you were rewarded with every hit to the ball, he made you feel like you were in high school again. Suddenly, while you were reaching to hit a ball, you felt your ankle give way. You went down hard and instantaneously grabbed your ankle, unsure of the damage. You had sprained ankles before and knew that this wasn't one of the worst, but it was going to be a little painful to walk on for a day or two. You felt a hand on her shoulder as Bakugou knelt down beside you.

"Shit, are you alright? Can you walk?" He asked, holding your calf.

"I dunno… it hurts," she bit your lip, resulting in slurred speech. Though you knew you could walk off the court if you had to, it was tempting to see how he would react to the situation so you played helpless. His reaction was not at all what you expected, much to your delight.

You felt yourself being lifted into his strong arms, concern obvious in his eyes. As he carried you off of the court, you laid your head on his shoulder. The smell of his bourbon cologne surrounded your head and clogged your nose, and though strong cologne usually angers you, you couldn’t help but to relax into his arms. Also taking into notice how close his hand was to your breast. Your nipples became erect at the thought of Bakugou touching them. You found yourself wishing he had moved his hand higher when he lifted you, but quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as he neared an empty space of the park. He gently set you down on the soft grass under the shade of a large oak tree.

"I'll be right back," you have a simple nod and pushed your hands down to readjust your ass on the ground.

Bakugou walked to his car and opened the trunk, pulling out a cooler. He carried it to where he had laid you and set it down beside your hip, then went back to his vehicle to search for something else. You saw him take a deep breath and walk back towards you.

"I don't have anything to wrap the ice with so I'm going to use my shirt.” He said with an apologetic expression, but it was much to your delight.

Bakugou lifted his shirt and placed it on the ground. He began placing cubes of ice from the cooler onto it as you concentrated on his muscular chest and broad shoulders. Bakugou worked out regularly and was a weight lifter since high school. His chest muscles flexed as he reached to position you to be more comfortable. Your face was right in his chest. you instantly felt turned on as your pussy began to slick. It wasn’t your fault, he was sexy n’ rugged and you could see power in all his movements. As you sat watching him, looking him over, you felt completely safe with a man like Bakugou.

A rush of extreme cold against your sprained ankle brought you back to reality. He moved it around your ankle slowly, gently. You sighed as he cared for the injury and laid back and your elbows, still observing him. His concern was overwhelming and you felt a burning inside of you. Sure enough, it was your pussy now leaking through your undies. Slowly, you moved the uninjured leg apart, allowing your skirt to scrunch and open a view to your crotch. You knew if he looked up he would see your tiny thong. You felt naughty, yet passionate at the same time.

“I’m gonna be okay, right?" you asked.

"Yeah, s’ nothing major." he stated, but his words were cut short as he went to look at you. You knew he had seen them but was trying to ignore it. "You’re gonna be okay." he replied, a dark red blush freckled over his face. "It feels much better," you smiled, staring directly into his eyes, feigning innocence.

"Well it's a little swollen," he gulped.

"Uh, when I asked how it looked, I wasn't referring to my ankle, Love" you admitted.

You looked down at your skirt and pulled them all the way up, then going back to slide your thong to the side, exposing your beautiful, freshly waxed pussy to him. He took a deep breath and she could see the passion in his eyes. Bakugou reached into his shirt and took an ice cube out. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone was watching. Sitting between your legs, he began to run the ice across your calf. Then higher he moved the cube, the colder you got, and the wetter your cunt grew. You could not only feel the wetness from the ice running down your leg, but could also feel your own wetness dripping, and a knot forming within you.

"I think that I am more attracted to you than I have ever been to a man and I can't believe I'm saying or doing this." You hissed, rubbing your hand up and down his bicep.

"I feel like I’ve known you forever, m’ so comfortable with you, Katsuki… Every time I think of you I get goosebumps. Want you, want you to make love to me."

This said, Bakugou moved the ice higher just to your swollen lips. you gasped loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. Your lips met his in a deep kiss— It was a soft, slower kiss. You could feel his hardness against your leg as he lay on top of you while your tongues danced. Then he pulled back slowly, gently biting your bottom lip.

"I think we should go to your place and work on my ankle some more," you teased.

"Good idea. Can ya’ drive?"

"Yes, just help me to my car."

You followed him to his house, heart beating in your ears. You hadn't been this excited in a long time, yet you felt something inside that made you warm all over. He pulled into the driveway and you parked beside him. Bakugou approached as you opened the car door.

"You'll have to unlock my door," he said, handing you the key.

You took the key from his hand and he leaned into the car, sliding his left arm under your legs and his right around your torso. His hand rested, again, just beneath your breast. As he lifted you, you could feel the cold of his watch over the top of his hand and your nipples instantly became erect once again. They popped through your thin white tank top. You could feel yourself tingling between the legs and squeezed them together in an attempt to heighten the intensity. You wanted to feel his compassion and concern along with his enormous cock. you pushed your lips to his neck and kissed him softly, letting your tongue glide over his skin. It was salty from the sweat and that turned her on even more.

You unlocked the door and turned the handle. Bakugou closed it back with his foot. You glanced around at his home. This was your first time at his. The house was very nice and clean, which made you giggle. You’d never been with a man that kept things in such good order. Katsuki carried you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit from the sun's penetration through the cracks in the drawn shades. He laid you on the bed softly and you pulled him in by his shoulders, kissing him. You pulled his wet shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Sitting up, you pulled your own top off, leaving only your sports bra. You slowly removed it, smiling at his warm gaze. He stood in front of you and began to unbutton his shorts.

Your heart was racing and hands were shaky, but you patted his hands away to unfasten the button yourself, slowly unzipping them. You could see his hardness standing straight up; his huge penis was just coming over the top of his briefs, and it was still getting harder. Slipping your fingers inside, you pulled down his briefs and Bakugous’ large cock flopped down from its weight. His 7-inch dick was perfect, you thought to yourself. As he stepped out of his shorts, you couldn't help but wrap your hand around the base and pull it to your mouth. You found yourself loving the sensation of fondling his penis and loved even more sucking it. It was warm and hard, throbbing in your mouth. You felt your panties being slid down your body and the skimpy soaked thong followed.

“Let up.” and you did, dragging his duck out of your mouth and looking up at him for further instruction. But they never came, instead, he pushed you down onto the king sized bed and his tongue and lips kissed your belly and legs. When he laid down, you flipped positions so that your pussy was directly over his face. His fingers tickled the inside of you smooth shapely legs and you spread them further. You opened your lips over the head of his monster, taking him as deep as you could, tongue circling his head. He moaned and slid his tongue inside of you. You felt the wetness on his tongue as he slid it between your lips. His two fingers replaced his tongue and began to gently massage your g-spot. With his free hand, he spread your pussy lips and pulled back. Then, you finally felt his wet tongue circle your nub. You were in heaven.

The pleasure was so intense you stopped sucking him and rested your head on his muscular thigh. You had never felt such direct, intense stimulation. Your toes curled as he sucked gently on your clit and his fingers rubbed inside. He began to lick faster; always making sure you clit was soaked. You tried to fight the orgasm, wanting to prolong his heavenly touch. But as he sucked on your clit, you felt yourself explode. Digging your nails into his calf, you sat up and pushed your cunt deeper into his face, rolling and bucking as convulsions of pleasure consumed you. He continued to jugg his fingers inside, then, slowly pulling them out.

You turned around and dug your hands into his shoulders to keep him seated, if your mind wasn’t so clouded you wouldn’t be thinking he couldn’t move under your grip. He allowed you to be in charge, and careful of your ankle, moved you directly between his legs. You hungrily took his extreme boner again into your mouth, taking his balls in one hand and using the other on his shaft as you moved her mouth over him. You needed to please him as much as he had pleased you. You moaned over his organ and made sure it was nice and wet with saliva before using your hand. It was slick and slid effortlessly up and down. Bakugou groaned deeply, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“Feels great, babe.” Bakugou whispered, encouraging you on.

You put his engorged round head back into your mouth and let him thrust into your mouth. It felt naughty yet so good to have him sliding his stiff dick in and out of your mouth, however he wants. You always heard from men that women should act like whores in bed and you wanted to be his whore. You pressed hard on his gonads and could feel his orgasm building as he continued fucking your mouth.

You looked up longingly into Bakugous’ eyes and cooed, "Cum in my mouth baby, wanna taste you and swallow it all."

Bakugou nodded in agreement and whispered, “Gonna give you what you want, gonna, fuck…”.

He smiled as you attacked his thick rod with your mouth and hands again, moving your head quickly up and down his long shaft. you slurped around his dick and added your own saliva as your mouth watered. You pulled him straight up and began licking the shaft with your slippery tongue. Left hand grasping the base of his cock and squeezing it tight, restricting the blood from returning to the rest of his body. The veins of bakugou’s hard-on bulged as his cock became evermore engorged with blood. His cock’s large purple head turned 3 shades darker as it became rock hard. You skillfully and gently licked the sensitive underside of his cock’s head, still clutching his prick in your left. Katsukis’ eyes rolled to the back of his head as you attempted to swallow his now huge, stiff head.

His breathing quickened and he let out a low moan. With your right hand, you grasped a fist full of bakugou’s balls and gently tugged them down as you squeezed. You could feel his cock pulse in her mouth and jerk as his huge phallus began its orgasm. His hot spunk shot to the back of your throat as his cock pumped it’s cream from his balls. You began kneading bakugou’s jewels, making sure to get every drop. He shot more cum into your waiting mouth. You collected as much as you could hold along with his cock in her mouth and swirled it around with your tongue coating the shaft of his stiff penis. You fought to get every drop, all the while, holding it in your mouth. His tool spasmed a few more times then fell to rest.

Bakugou groaned a sigh of extreme pleasure. You moved her mouth over him slowly causing him to shiver and jerk. Not to be denied, you continued yanking on Bakugous’ cock to squeeze out every last drop held in its shaft. Several drops oozed out of the tip of his head and you slurped them up. your mouth, now filled with his warm cum shot, felt very slick over his dick. You bathed his shaft with his own cumshot and exposed your work to the blond as he looked up. Stringy lengths of cum attached themselves from his cock and your mouth. You both laughed. You finished the fabulous blow job by slowly licking clean every last inch of him as it slowly fell limp on his stomach.

"Gonna take a minute for me to fill back up,want a massage?" he stretched.

He placed a towel on the bed and dropped one on the floor beside them. Placing you on your stomach, he adjusted the pillows for your head. Leaning over, he reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a blue bottle. You heard a click and then his hands rubbing together. When he placed them on your back they were slick and you could smell something pleasant, but unknown to her. He moved his hands over your back and shoulders, pausing only to add more oil to his hands. He moved down your body and began to massage your calves, careful of the hurt ankle. He then moved his way up your legs. The combination of the slickness of the oil and the firm pressure of his hands began to excite you. You spread your legs slightly, knowing he could see the wetness.

"Y/n, I want to tell you something. I don’t know how I really feel about you, not in a bad way, but in a way that I have never felt before... I don't want to scare you off but I know I need to be honest. I fucking adore you. They way you laugh, smile, god fuck— the way you look at me like I’m some king.” Although you couldn’t see his face, you heard his tone. His words sound genuine, but he’s pained to continue. You had never heard such honesty and realized that you probably never would. You felt a tear roll down your cheek and she turned to him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Katsuki. I love what you said. I only wish I had the guts to say the same to you. Know that everything you said is felt within me about you." you pulled him to you and kissed him softly. Your eyes welling with tears as you cherished the moment. When you regained your composure, you whispered softly in his ear with a slight sniffle.

"What happened to my massage, baby?”

Bakugous’ hands went back to Your legs as he continued the massage. They moved up just to your pussy and stopped. You wanted to feel his touch badly, but realized he didn't want to get any of the oil inside of you. You smiled again at his consideration and moaned as his hands began to massage your ass. Wiping his hands on a towel, he reached into his dresser again, this time pulling out a smaller bottle. You heard a click and this time didn't hear his hands rubbing together. When you finally felt his hand, it was directly on your pussy. He had placed some kind of lubrication on his hand and was rubbing your with it. Your pussy felt so slick as his fingers glided over your clit, causing your body to shake. He rubbed for a few minutes, teasing your entrance, then moving to hover on top of you.

You could feel his large hard on between your ass cheeks. He placed more of the massage oil on his hands and began to rub your shoulders. This time, he also moved himself between your cheeks. You noticed that he was slick and that he must have placed some of the lubrication on his cock.

As his stiff dick began sliding between your cheeks, you tried to arch her hips to get his head into your pussy, but he was keeping it just out of reach. Bakugou continued to cruelly tease you as he massaged your shoulders. Suddenly, he leaned forward, kissing the back of your neck and shifting his hips. He was now at your opening, once more you tried to push back on him but it became apparent that you did not need to try. He slowly pushed forward. The enormous head of his cock piercing your dripping pussy.

You let out a sigh as tour vagina stretched to accommodate his thick cock. Bakugou grabbed your hips and slowly pushed in the length of his shaft. Your pussy felt so tight despite how slick it was. He kept inserting himself until his hard on was completely inside. You were so full, feeling him press against your cervix— his thickness was painful, but so fucking good. He began to move his hips in slow circular motions. Your hole was so slick and hot that he had to move slowly, in fear that he would fill your pussy to early. Knowing he wasn’t gonna last any longer with the way your ho pussy clenched around him, he bit your neck softly and sent you over the edge, your cunt grasping his large organ even tighter as you came.

"Fuck me, baby. All yours." You moaned, pulling your knees up and arching your back to take his cock better..

He was still inside and began to build up a rhythm. You could feel his balls slapping your clit as he thrust himself into her. He reached forward, pulling you up to him by your nipples. He squeezed them gently as he continued to thrust his thick shaft into your cunt. You felt yourself building up again as his pace quickened. He began to moan loudly and thrust himself deep inside of your soaked snatch.

With reluctance, he pulled out. He wanted to be looking into you's eyes when he came. Pumped with adrenaline, he tossed you over with brute strength and moved between your legs. He shoved his cock back inside you once more and got down to your level. He began to kiss your lips, cheeks, eyes, and neck. You felt so close to him, the sweaty heat between your bodies made it feel like you were melting into him, and as you, him. You moved your hips in rhythm with his and could feel his tension building again.

"Need you to cum inside of me. Make me yours." you sighed, wrapping your arm around his neck.

"Gonna cum inside…" he huffed out.

"Look into my eyes." you whined, pulling his chin to make him face you.

—and just as you thought, his eyes were glossed over with lust. You held eye contact with him anyhow and didn’t let him move. The emotion you were both feeling was overwhelming. As Bakugous’ orgasm became eminent, he closed his eyes.

"No! look at me when you cum. I want to remember this moment forever." you whispered

Katsukis’ eyes opened and when he saw the look in hers, he could no longer hold back. You could feel his dick swell even larger inside of you. Your pussy, stretched wide around his enormous penis, clamped down hard. His cock again erupted as you felt it spasm and pump another load of hot sperm up from his balls. It was more than you could handle as you came with him. Your orgasm sent you groaning as he smiled while spearing your pussy. The room was filled with moans of passion. As you finished, you laid back comfortably on the bed and he rested on top of you, his massive tool still inside.

Every once in a while, you felt his cock produce a slight spasm. You turned her head and kissed him. Bakugou slowly pulled his still erect cock out of your swollen, dripping pussy with a noticeable slurp. You both laughed at the strange sound.

You were both spent, but he still managed to pull out some strength and flip your body to the side, pulling your back to him and becoming the big spoon. You fell asleep in his arms dreaming of the next time you'd be under him, hopefully, after the nap was over.

plug me | issei matsukawa

× a/n : this is my addition to the ukai nation ' take a ride with me ' collab ! i wasn't exactly pleased with my writing this time around, but im going to post anyways, so i hope you'll all enjoy it.

× summary : you and your plug issei have had the hots for each other for quite awhile.

x warnings ! : f!reader, weed, selling weed, plug! mattsun , usage of weed / marijuana , sex under the influence , oral fem! receiving , finger sucking , degradation , face slapping , dub con? (a little, just in case) , mentions of male masturbation , vaginal penetration , squirting , he finishes inside, not proofread. let me know if i missed anything <3

matsukawa had always had some sort of thing for you, whether it was just him thinking you were cute, or fuckable, he had always had eyes for you. of course you hadn't exactly noticed, convinced that a guy as attractive as mattsun wouldn't be interested in you, instead, he was just nice.

but god was it the complete opposite. you'd never know how many nights he'd fisted his cock thinking about you, just after you had left from buying a bag from him. how many times he'd turned down girl after girl, having only you occupying his mind.

it was obvious to his roommate hanamaki, who observed every grin on issei's lips when you would text. he'd notice the way mattsun would change his clothes before you arrived, obvious when he watched issei throw extra buds of weed into your sacks time and time again.

this time though, makki wouldn't be around to witness it, having gone to stay with family for a little while, issei had been left alone. this thought circulates in the back of his mind as he stares down at your form through a slightly cracked front door, brows raised up slightly as he fights every urge to look your body up and down, dressed up real cute in one of those velvet night sets.

"hey sorry i didn't text.. i forgot. can i get a quarter?" you ask so sweetly, so saccharine that he couldn't possibly say no even if he had wanted to. your keys jingle in your hand as you clasp both hands together beneath your bust, and this time, issei deliberately looks you up and down, tongue poised between his teeth. he licks at his bottom lip, allowing the door to swing all the way open, revealing his white tank top and grey sweatpant clad body. "course you can, sweetheart. come on in,"

he turns on his heel, silver chain resting pretty on his chest glinting under the porch light for just a split second. you feel your heart hammering in your chest as you step in behind him, eyes surveying the all too familiar layout of his apartment. you feel flustered from him even just looking at you, a hand coming up to rub at your cheek.

you take a seat on his couch, and moments later he sits down beside you, a scale and a jar of weed in his hands. the cushions dip in beneath his weight, and issei makes quick work of measuring out your desired amount of greenery. to avoid staring at him, you fumble around with your wallet to pull out a twenty dollar bill,

"you got any plans tonight?"

you nearly drop your wallet at his deep baritone suddenly meeting your ears, his expectant gaze right on you as he puts your weed in a zip lock bag. you go braindead for just a quick moment, staring at him dumbfoundedly as you process his question, too worked up already.

he grins, eyebrows raising up. you feel dumb, but he thinks you couldn't be cuter. "no.. was probably just gonna smoke and go to bed.." you trail off, looking away from him and across the living room area. your attention is only drawn back when the bag of weed is placed in your lap, issei's long fingers then reaching for the bill in your hand. there's a moment of silence as he pauses, eyes locking onto yours over the exchange of money in your hands. it's like he's building up courage, lips parting to speak as the crisp twenty finally slips from your grasp and he folds it into itself. "then do you want to share a blunt with me before you go?"

issei feels the corners of his lips curling into a wide smirk, watching as your pretty little eyes widen to the size of saucers. you're so dumb innocent, the way you open your mouth to speak yet no words come out, leaving you gaping like a fish out of water.

you want to ask why, why he would want to smoke with you. why everytime he even glances at you your cunt clenches around nothing and flutters. but the only thing that you can get past your lips is a, "s-sure." to which he smiles, yet another breathtaking grin. your heart is hammering in your chest as he packs the weed into a wrap, bringing it up to his lips before pausing and looking over at you.

"you know, you're my favorite customer."

he says this casually, nonchalantly as if it wasn't anything at all. matsukawa keeps his eyes on you as he drags the tip of his tongue over the edge of the blunt, wetting the paper and smoothing it up with his lip as he uses his fingers to roll it tightly. you swallow down the lump in your throat, feeling rather /hot/ as you watch him continuously lick at the joint. "i-i am?"

his lingua follows the seam of the blunt all the way from one end to the other, brows raising with sheer amusement because this was exactly the question he was hoping you'd ask, exactly the moment and opportunity he had been waiting to seize.

he remains quiet for a moment, igniting his lighter and running the flame over the blunt to dry it. he keeps his gaze locked onto you, looking through the orange hue that flickers over his frontispiece from the lighter. instead of answering your question, he leans forward with his knees on his elbows, brows raised up to his hairline. "don't act clueless sweetheart. you're pretty and dumb, but you can't be that dumb."

"but i don't—" the blunt is presented to you, rolled precisely and tightly. you go to take it, hesitantly and tentatively, but issei suddenly pulls it back, "nu-uh. ill light it for you. now go on and wrap those pretty lips around it for me, yeah? behave and ill tell you why you're my favorite." his eyes gleam, looking at you as if he's a predator and you're his prey. he bites down on his bottom lip with his front teeth as you finally take the blunt into your mouth, lips plump and glossy. issei leans even closer now, bringing the lighter up to the other end,

"you're my favorite cause you're so good. so pretty, always wearin' those little outfits when you come to see me. all dolled up, just for me." he grins, flicking the lighter and bringing it over the blunt to light it. he watches as the edges begin to curl and the weed begins to glow with heat, "you just want me to smoke you out and fuck you dumb, isn't that right?"

was he wrong? absolutely not. but, who wouldn't want to fuck their ridiculously hot drug dealer? issei was.. different. the way he acted, the way he talked, moved, carried himself. he was unlike any other man you had met before. it sparked something within you.. the desire for something more with the guy who regularly sold you weed.

you hadn't been trying to catch his attention, initially. for awhile, you just admired him when you had the chance, bought your weed and went home. it was only after a visit to buy weed in which you had brought a friend, had she convinced you that issei liked you. she swore by it, claiming that it was obvious in the way he looked at you. soon after, you began purposely seeking his attention, and making more frequent visits to his apartment.

the smoke that enters your lungs burns, it always does, but it burns just right. it wasn't too strong, not suffocating, but it's issei's words that make you choke, sucking in a bit too hard and a bit too fast. he pulls the blunt back, lips pooching into a pout. "aw, too much? stupid little baby can't even take a hit?"

it's raunchy, the way those mean words made you cunt throb, the way his behavior has your cunt leaving a wet, sopping spot beneath you on his couch. you inhale deeply after exhaling the rest of the smoke, looking up at him with glassy eyes. you knew where this was headed, what he wanted and what he meant by saying you were his favorite. how dumb would you be to pass up this opportunity?

you nod your head, fingers reaching up to splay across his lower stomach, cleverly using that as a crutch to help you move closer to him. "need your help, issei."

"yeah?" fuck, you were such a little tease, already riling him up like that. cock already pressing against the cloth of his sweatpants. he's grinning, bringing the blunt to his lips and taking a deep hit. he holds it in his lungs, free hand taking a tight grip over your chin. he uses his thumb to pry your lips apart, and in a strained voice he tells you, "open."

you do as your told, but not before sealing your lips around his thumb and sucking for just a moment. when you finish, he leans forward, moving his thumb and holding onto your face even tighter. you feel the brush of his lips against yours, and before you can react, he's exhaling all the smoke he was holding in right into your mouth.

long, slightly rough digits squeeze your cheeks tightly as he watches you suck in the second hand smoke. "good girl." you already feel buzzed, just barely lightheaded. you smile with lidded eyes, and when you've held the hit in your lungs long enough to be satisfied, you pucker your lips and slowly blow it across his face.

between hits off the blunt and lips continuously clashing, you find yourself topless and splayed across the cushions of his couch, the smoke that the two of you had been blowing out now thick in the atmosphere of his apartment.

issei's chain thumps against his chest as his own shirt slides over his head, a smirk playing on his lips as it drops to the floor and he leans over you, trailing his lips from the edge of your bare hip all the way up to your lips. you let your hand cup his cheek, fingers running through his curls as you pull him in for a kiss. he grips your side as his lean waist settles between your legs, hard cock resting comfortably against your cunt.

the way your lips move against his feels as if it's in slow motion, smacking together and tongues poking and sliding. he grinds against you, eliciting a gasp from you that he more than happily swallows. he kisses you one last time, pulling back with a sharp inhale and a "fuck" as he takes in the sight of you, laid out on his couch half naked and pretty, so sweet and syrupy it could have given him a cavity.

"real pretty for me, aren't you?" he asks with a rhetorical tone, eyes glancing downward as he buries his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and pulls them back, elastic snapping against your skin sharply. you keen, desperately lifting your hips up off the couch. he takes this opportunity to tug your bottoms halfway down your thighs, enough that he's able to easily glide them over your knees and throw them aside.

almost immediately you bring your hands to cover your face, far too embarrassed by your soiled panties that were exposed for him to see. he cups your pussy, not even phased by the warm cloth sticking to his skin. issei grinds his palm into your hypersensitive clit, "look at me while i play with your sloppy pussy."

two digits slide up and down the shape of your slit, panties wet and malleable. he toys with the wet cloth just a little more, soon peeling it away from your body. it drags down your thigh, leaving a glistening trail of slick across your smooth skin. instead of dropping your undergarments to the ground, he slides them into his pocket. he doesn't give you the opportunity to call him out on it, because he's spreading your legs and leaning forward, a strong hand placed firmly on your knee.

the warmth of his tongue laps at your thigh, licking up any smear of your juices greedily. the room around you spins, and even with issei tonguing closer and closer to your cunt you can't help but squeeze your eyes closed, head falling back in tandem with the first stroke of the tip of his tongue against your clit. "oh god—"

you don't know if you're sensitive because your high or if you're just that hot for matsukawa, but you don't have the right mindset to figure it out, spine delicately arching as he flattens his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves, slowly working himself deeper and deeper between your lower lips. fingers fly down between your legs, gripping and tugging at his curls to which he gives you a low and throaty groan. it reverberates through your pussy, and when your legs dare to snap shut he's prying them open with an iron grip over the back of your knee, gaze intense as if he's telling you not to do it again.

theres a kiss placed to your apex, and then another and another until he's sloppily tonguing and sucking, flickering against your entrance before gliding back up. your mouth hangs agape, only silent squeal and the occasional gasp leaving it while you gush and writhe against him, coming closer and closer to your peak.

just as soon as you begin to feel your orgasm building up in your gut, issei brings two fingers up to your tight little hole. he sucks down on your clit with a vacuum like seal as he plunges them both deep inside, eyes nearly rolling back at the way your cushiony walls close in around them.

he feels impatient, but as much as he'd like to shove his sweats down and shove his cock inside of you, he knows he's got to get you prepped. especially for the first time the two of you would be together like this.

with quick precision he curls his fingers up into that tender spot he knows is there, rubbing the pads of his fingers against it repeatedly. he breaks the seal of his mouth on your cunt when he feels you tense up, a sharp cry breeching your gaped lips. he's moving quickly to hover above you, eyes trained on your face as he pumps both fingers in and out of you. issei's palm slaps against your cunt, over and over again with only milliseconds between as he jerks his hand even faster.

"m— im gonna cum!"

with those words, the trembling of your thighs can't be held back anymore, hips grinding against his palm, desperately chasing that teetering orgasm. issei watches, even stops the movement of his fingers just to see you finish this way, all by yourself as you ride his fingers. he only crooks his finger slightly, giving just enough pressure that you finally break like a dam, gushing against his hand.

"fuuuck!" he groans loudly, fucking his fingers into you until there's nothing left, until his hand comes to a slow stop, and he carefully slips them out. issei crawls up towards you, fingertips pressing against your lips and smearing your cum all over. they push past your lips, and like a good little slut you clean them off, bobbing your head up and down and swirling your tongue.

issei couldn't be more pleased with how compliant you were, watching as you lick and suck your own cum from his fingers. he hums with satisfaction, digits popping from your lips with a thin sheen of saliva connecting them. his free hand pushes at the waistband of his sweatpants, getting them down just low enough to tuck beneath his balls. he sits back on the couch, his phalanges that drip with your spit wrapping around the base of his cock and pumping leisurely.

the sensitive skin soon glistens with your spit, cock tall and leaning slightly. the tip is a angry red, precum forming in beads that roll down his slit and the underside of his cock, shaft tan and smooth. you feel your breath hitch as you watch him, as you watch the precum slide past his balls and disappear into his hair. it's like he's moving in slow motion, a large hand coming to pat his lap and signal you to come on over. "you'll be a good girl and sit on my cock, won't you?"

"yes daddy." the response is almost immediate, shocking both you and him. he grins widely, legs spreading father apart as he sinks down lower on the couch. mattsun runs his hand along the back of your leg as you straddle his waist, bracing one arm on the headrest of the couch while using the other to reach behind you and find his cock. your throat constricts as you swallow thickly, the sheer size of his length having not slipped by unnoticed. you rub the tip back and forth along your slit, collecting some of you arousal that leaks from your slightly prepped hole.

once, twice even three times his cockhead swipes past your entrance, before finally it catches and pops inside. your eyes widen, eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. "nngh— fuck–" you grip at his shoulders, nails lightly biting into his skin from how tightly you hold onto him. issei takes ahold of your hips, tilting his head back slightly in order to look at your face through amused and lidded eyes. he liked it, liked watching you struggle to sink down on his fat cock. he liked the way your eyes have already begun to water, the way you whimper.

he eases himself inside of you slowly, rolling his hips upward and working more and more of his cock through the tight muscles. sweat lines your skin in a thin layer, inner thighs and legs aching from how long you've had to hold yourself in this position. you feel ridiculously full, like ten tons of pressure against your cervix.

when issei's hips finally meet with your skin, he lets out a gasp, being fully enveloped in the warmth of your cunt. tears are streaking down your cheeks, lips trembling as you part them to speak, "s-so full!"

"you can take it." it's a clear statement, not a suggestion or a question. his hips are rearing back down before you can even protest, almost immediately setting a steady pace. your breasts undulate with every thrust, every bounce upon his cock. you're held in place just like that, squealing and thrashing as mattsun throws his pelvis up into you.

it only takes a few thrusts before you cum again, the stretch and pressure just about forcing it to gush against him. he releases your hip to grip you chin, squeezing tightly and then pulling back to sharply slap you across the face. the sting brings heat to the surface of your skin, the shock causing you to choke on the moan that had been trapped in your throat. "didn't fuckin' tell you to cum again."

for a split second, issei considers going easy on you, but the sudden tightening of your pussy around him after he's slapped you changes his mind. he reaches a hand around to the back of your head, grabbing the ends of your hair and tugging so that your head bends back. he grunts, feeling his balls begin to pull up as he nears his release, "should fucking make you clean up the couch shouldn't i? going and making and mess like that without even asking for permission."

you nod your head, agreeing to every statement like a good little slut. your walls clench and convulse around him, and with a particularly sharp tug to your hair you feel that knot in your stomach become dangerously tight yet again. inhaling deeply you claw at his chest, "gonna cum again, please—!"

he's pleased with how quickly you learn, granting your lease with a quick nod of his head. matsukawa releases your hair, hand coming to press tightly against the back of your head in a sloppy kiss. he's scooted up to the edge of the couch, holding out until he feels you coming undone once again. he uses his free hand to push down on your hip with all the force he has, rocking you back and forth over his cock. you're held in place yet again when he cums, groaning hotly into your mouth and grinding until you've milked him for every last drop.

slowly but surely, issei's hips still, fingers loosening on your head and hip and allowing you to slump over onto his shoulder, arms and legs limp. his chest heaves, leaning back with you until his back meets the cushions. he's lost his high, gazing up at his ceiling because fuck he can't believe he's just done this with you. he pushes on your shoulder, leaning you back to get a good view of you, "you alright?"

you nod with a wide smile, glowing in a post orgasmic glow. you lean down and capture his lips in a kiss before pulling away with a hum, "mm, can we smoke again?" and issei can only grin wildly, because he's finally found someone that can match his crazy.

# when his child comes home with a love letter !

✫ ft: dad! akaashi , sakusa , atsumu , kuroo , iwaizumi , suna

✫ a/n: the kids are in elementary school (so think kindergarten & 1st grade!) i don’t specify that reader is a parent for the sake of not using gendered terms such as “mom” !!

✫ AKAASHI is a bit surprised when his son shows him the love letter, urging him to read it. keiji looks it over and nods along as his son tells him about the classmate he got the love letter from. he has to admit, it’s quite cute seeing his shy and collected boy so happy about a little sheet of paper covered in hand-drawn hearts. “how about we right one back?” keiji sits his son down beside him and helps him write a polite letter thanking his classmate for professing their feelings to him. and as his son scribbles out the words in his childish handwriting, keiji smiles to himself, wishing he had the courage to write love letters when he was a young boy.

✫ SAKUSA can’t help but feel disgusted. every morning, he drops his pretty girl off to school, little bows in her hair that looks like his, to learn, so why is she coming back home with a pink heart-shaped paper covered in “i love you”s? she walks up to him and holds up the letter, giggling and smiling as she tells him about the cute boy who sits across from her. “you’re too young for boys, angel, why don’t we write each other love letters instead?” he kisses her cheeks repeatedly as she swings her legs back and forth in her seat, making the prettiest letter for her dad.

✫ ATSUMU tells his daughter about how he “used to get a lot of those in my day.” to be honest, atsumu is kind of upset that his daughter got a love letter (from a boy who probably picks his nose, he thinks). she’s still young — he wishes that she’d give all her love and attention to her dad, not some random boy at school. he hides his feelings, though, and tells her, “of course ya got one, my baby’s the cutest!” and when she pulls him in for a hug that night, giving him a kiss on the cheek as she does every night, atsumu feels secure knowing that she’s so loved.

✫ KUROO chuckles when his son tries to hide the love letter behind his back. of course, he sees it and proceeds to ask him about it. his son tells him that a girl gave it to him during recess, and that he wants to ask her to be his girlfriend. kuroo prides himself in knowing that his son got his confidence. “we should get her something, yeah? what about a spelling book?” kuroo’s son glares at his dad, feeling oh so offended that he insulted his soon-to-be girlfriend. but being the incredible dad he is, kuroo sends his son to school the next day with handmade chocolate covered pretzels and a pat on the back (for good luck).

✫ IWAIZUMI feels embarrassed when his daughter comes home with a love letter. how is he supposed to tell her that these are grown-up things? he chuckles at the thought of a little boy writing her a love letter. he never wrote love letters as a kid (he always had trouble expressing his emotions to those he loves). and even though hajime wants to tell his daughter that she shouldn’t be receiving love letters, he decides against it. “daddy, can we invite him to watch godzilla with us?” how can he say no when his favorite girl wants to spend time with her dad, as well?

✫ SUNA simply looks at his daughter in awe, mouth gaping slightly, as she jumps around and giggles at the drawing of her and her classmate. he takes the love letter from her, mumbling that it “isn't even a good drawing.” but she's having fun with her little schoolgirl crush, so he doesn't say anything else. that night, he goes to her room to see what she’s up to before going to bed, and she tells him to help her choose the colors for her drawing. of course, he sits down cross-legged on her purple carpet and hands her crayon after crayon so she can finish her own love letter before she goes to bed. with a kiss to her head, he just hopes her dreams will be full of memories of her and her dad.

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