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Tanjiro runs his fingers through his hair while letting out a sigh. He couldn't help but feel bad for Inosuke; he seemed so stressed out, and he couldn't blame him. He'd been rejected by his good friend and apparent "gay awakening", and sprained his ankle, which prevented him from practicing for his upcoming dance showcase. If it were him, he'd be ready to claw his hair out. Walking home in the tight, frosty air as he gets closer to his destination, he can't help but feel dread, with how the upcoming trip is right around the corner.
Honestly, maybe his intrusion on their family trip would make whatever stress he was sure to be feeling worse. Maybe Tanjiro could come up with some excuse for why he couldn't go.
… He pauses at the door of his apartment.
No. He agreed to it, and it might prove tough for Mr. Douma to recover his money for the accommodations for a fifth person. And when he opened the door to his apartment and saw inside, he had even more reason to go on this trip.
Nezuko and Zenitsu were on the couch. Nezuko turned so her back was against the arm of the chair, and her thighs were draped over Zenitsu's as they looked to be scrolling through someone's laptop together.
They had been riding a high of pure bliss from the fact that they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, they were no longer keeping it a secret, and the fact that they had spent Christmas, aka second Valentine's, together. It seemed like every day they invented a new way to make Tanjiro cringe. Pet names, baby voice, being so close you would think they were trying to merge into one being, was only the start of Tanjiro's anguish.
He loved both of them, really, and he loved that they were in love. But he didn't love that he had to be there most of the time to witness that love when he was still in the mourning period of his last love and had just rejected the love of a very good friend of his. It was starting to feel a bit targeted at this point, not like he would actually say anything about it, it wasn't really all that bad, and his things against it were deeply personal issues that he needed to work on rather than be salty about the cringe shit his friend and sister do daily.
And you may think that the overabundance and severe lack of love may balance each other out, but that simply wasn't true and only resulted in a sour mood. So he had been spending plenty of time anywhere but home. Cafes to study, the library, the gym, but he had to come home sometime, come home and accept whatever sickeningly sweet couple shit his sister and friend were getting up to.
"Lay it off a bit, guys, please."
"Oh, don't be like that, my goody good giant foreheaded friend," Zenitsu cooed at his friend, but they nodded and moved off to privacy.
Tanjiro toed his shoes off at the genkan and let out a sigh as he made his way to his room. His lips were rolled into a line as he side-eyed his sister and Zenitsu, discussing getting body pillows for each other. The dread he previously had for this trip with Inosuke's family had transformed, and the new year's getaway now seemed like a shining ray of hope to get away from Nezuko and Zenitsu. Did he want them to have a good relationship? Yeah, of course he did.
However, he underestimated the feelings of pure weirdness it would be seeing one of his best friends and his sister cozied up and flirting all the time.
It was a few days before the trip, and Tanjiro was making sure he had everything that he needed. He was going to be prepared, even adding a mini first aid kit just in case someone may need it. extra boxers (the entire drawer, just in case ya'know) and a personal towel, even though he was sure they would have some, and whatever else in his room that he thought he might need for his bag.
Meanwhile, Inosuke was quickly working on getting out of the crutches and back to normal as soon as possible, which wasn't too hard since it was only a sprain. He was already basically almost healed up, having his mom buy him a brace to be extra cautious. It helped get him away from the crutches much sooner. It helped for the moment to try to get his mind off everything he was dealing with.
It was the day of the trip, Tanjiro was checking his bag and checking twice to make sure he was not missing anything important.
Inosuke texted him about his family having their driver swing by to get him (because they can afford a driver), but he declined and took the train instead. Outside sat a sleek black car. It was large and not too conspicuous, but clearly cost a little more than a nice crisp 10000 yen bill. A man was standing outside the car and wordlessly took Tanjiro's bag, sticking it in the trunk. After seeing his bag nestled comfortably in the dark compartment behind the seats, Tanjiro walked up to the house. Knocking on the door and waiting for a few moments, announcing his arrival.
He was greeted by a tired-looking Gyutaro, who greeted him and ushered him inside.
Kotoha made sure that every one of her kids, and Douma, had everything packed away and ready to be put into the car. They were all prepared and ready to go when Douma finished talking to Ume.
Ume leaned against the bannister of the stairs, listening to Douma.
"Go to work and back, no friends over, no parties, no Muzan, if you need something call," He had a knowing look on his face as he spoke, like he would know if anything went awry while they were gone.
Inosuke headed down the stairs, passed Ume, wearing a warm-looking hoodie and baggy pants. He glances up at everyone and looks over at Tanjiro, pausing for a moment as they just stare at each other. Tanjiro suddenly remembers why he was worried about coming to their family trip, about growing feelings of awkwardness. Unfortunately, it was far too late for him to suddenly fall ill and need to stay home. But he supposed that a little bit of awkwardness was better than seeing his sister and his best friend cuddle up so much that you would think they were trying to fuse into one being.
This would be a good opportunity; hopefully, on this trip, they could put to rest all the tension and go back to normal.
Hopefully, that would be easy.
They all then got loaded up into the car and got comfortable. Of course, Tanjiro and Inosuke were sitting side by side. The car ride didn't seem to get any better. Inosuke pulled out a Nintendo Switch from his bag, and when the console turned on, it was clear that he was already in the middle of a game.
Tanjiro looked over curiously at the screen."Is that Final Fantasy?" He asked, his voice low so he wouldn't disturb anyone else. Inosuke hummed, not looking away from the screen. He was locked in a fight, but from the looks of it, he was losing.
"Damn. I can't get past this fight," Inosuke let out a vexed sigh as he waited for the game to load back in.
"Want me to give it a try?" Tanjiro offered, looking over at the dark-haired boy beside him.
"Yes, I'm so sick of Emerald Weapon." Inosuke groaned as he rolled his eyes. So Tanjiro gave it a go and lost. It had been a while since he had played Final Fantasy, so he was, of course, rusty. Then Inosuke gave it another go. Their heads were borderline pressed up against each other as they coached themselves through the fight, before finally, it was over.
They high-fived, congratulating each other before coming back down to the reality of rejectee/rejecter.
The car ride was mostly quiet after that, a steady stream of the radio playing at a background volume made it so that it wasn't completely silenced.
Gyutaro was slouched back in his seat while passed out, closed off from the world via his own headphones. Kotoha was rubbing her stomach while just enjoying the peacefulness of the car for the moment. All while having some conversations with Douma whenever he would check on her and the baby yet to be. Douma was on his phone, doing last-minute checks on things and people to make sure work was in good hands during his break.
After everyone eventually falls asleep at different times. Tanjiro wakes up to the feeling of the car coming to a stop. Looking around and rubbing the sleep off his face, he sees that they are finally at their destination. Everyone piles inside and gets to their room in the suite, and unpacks a bit. It was a simple, few words exchanged here and there before Inosuke and Tanjiro were both sitting in the suite's common area just doing nothing, decompressing maybe, but that's not what Douma saw when he walked past them. Taking a few steps back to peer into the entrance, he spoke.
"Oh, don't be boring, you both should go out and explore a bit. " Douma says to both of them, yet for some reason, Tanjiro feels a pang in his chest when he hears it.
Tamjiro looked to Inosuke; he figured that he would just follow his lead about where to go. The two walked out of the room, side by side, sort of ambling down the hallways in complete silence.
"So what does this place have to do?" Tanjiro asked, trying to get some sense of himself in order. Insouke looked at his phone to see what was around the area. Anything would be better than nothing, so he said the first thing that came to mind, which was at the top of the page of his search.
"There's a spa thing, and it has a hot spring, there's a convenience store down the street, and there's a park about fifteen minutes away." Tanjiro didn't want to do anything that would come off as too simple; maybe they should do something to get their minds off the fact that their friendship was teetering on the edge of collapse.
"We could spend the day at the hot springs, and then get something to eat on the way back." He gave the other a short smile; perhaps that would work for both of them, or he'd find something else that they could do.
"Yeah sound like a nice way to start the trip off." The two of them get ready to head out, which doesn't take long.
They both just walked and walked in an awkward set of silence until they got to their destination. What else is there to do besides getting naked and vulnerable with each other? Maybe the spa part would ease their nerves, or it would make things more awkward, but only the experience would be able to tell that much.
"So you dance hip-hop and…stuff. Does that mean you like American culture?" Tanjiro asked, even if the way he said it made him want to bite his own tongue off and choke him to death. But maybe he was being too harsh on himself; he's supposed to be chipper, fun, and a friend who's not boring.
"I guess so, haven't really thought about that." The response was dry, but at least he had responded at all.
Ugh, gotta do something to cheer him up, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when I'm the reason he's acting like that in the first place. Tanjiro is lowkeynuinely on the verge of a meltdown. Oh, he needed that spa badly.
"Right… this is the place." They both came to a stop, heading inside one after the other.
"Hello, do both of you have an appointment?"
"No."
The sweet older lady helped them book an appointment.
"If you both would strip down and lie down with a towel."
There was a changing curtain for them to get undressed in, and it didn't take long before they were both laid out on their individual tables. They both did this in silence, an awkward film of nothing was building ever more between them.
They got their messages in silence. Only having moments to let out sighs and groans of relief as the employees worked their magic.
Before they knew it, the whole thing was over, and they were heading to the hot spring with not much work exchanged between them.
"That was nice."
"Yeah… it was."
"This is good, as well."
"Yeah, it is."
Tanjiro could tell this was going nowhere, biting his lip, he sank a bit deeper into the water. The warmth hugging him where he couldn't seem to. It was a good comfort. Especially when the creeping insincerity is clinging to him.
He likes Inosuke, at least in the kind of way he wants him to be happy. He'd even go as far as to say he wants to like him back the way he does. Since it would be easier, then the guilt and pity he was sure Inosuke would not want him to be feeling for him. But he can't… at least that's what his brain is telling him.
He just wasn't good enough to make Inosuke happy.
I wasn't good enough. The thought made his eyes start to burn, but he blinked it away the best he could.
That's why he couldn't accept his friend's feelings.
"This is fun, relaxing." Inosuke broke him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm at peace."
"Really, you don't seem all too relaxed."
"What. Oh, I'm just thinking about all the peace I'm having right now."
"You know you're terrible at lying."
"Sorry," Tanjiro sank even more into the water, so that his chin was getting soft ripples of the water, and he was breathing in the stream.
"We can leave. In fact, it might be best if we do." Inosuke was already making his way to the edge of the hot spring.
"Yeah, guess we should." His fingers were already pruned up, it was getting colder as the day came to an end,
Gyutaro was texting Ume on the phone, and they both felt for what to them seems like having ruined their kid brother's single known friendship. They felt obligated to at least do something to help them a little, even if the best they could muster was several apologies and some food.
Gyutaro cared enough about the whole fuck up, but not enough for it to ruin his own trip experience. He was going to enjoy himself, that's for damn sure. He was going to go out and have some fun.
Inosuke and Tanjiro get back, looking no less at peace and relaxed for their time out. It makes Gyutaro cringe with guilt.
That was more than enough of a sign that he should GTFO and go out to enjoy the nightlife. (Greatest brother of the year, right?)
Douma just got done tucking his lovely pregnant wife to bed so she could get some extra rest. Right on time to see the brooding pair move to walk right past him.
"Hey, can I have a word with you?" He grabs his son's shoulder.
It made him a bit tense, but he nods, and they both head to talk in a different room. Meanwhile, Tanjiro leaves them to their conversation while he goes to bed. Douma waits for Inosuke to sit first before joining him under the Kotatsu table. It's pretty cold these days, especially at night.
"So what's the serious face for?" Inosuke broke the silence, watching as his father moved closer to place a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"I just want you to know that your mother and I love you very much."
"Yeah?"
"And it doesn't bother us who it is that you love. Woman or man…I mean, I get it, I've seen your teacher Tengen before." He clears his throat, and he gives a bit of a firm pat on the back.
"What?"
"Be who you are, for your pride. I love you, son." Douma gets up, leaving Inosuke blinking in confusion and embarrassment. Goosebumps formed on his arms were enough of a sign for him to call it in for the night.
He looked outside to see the speckles of snow falling past the window.
The night was silent, and snow filled the streets. Piling high, Gyutaro got stuck out in the cold, caught up in the growing storm of white. Thankfully for him, he got some help from a kind stranger, so he won't freeze to death at the very least.
The snow, snowed… snowfully.
Bring a chilled barricade into the night, one thick enough to halt any later activities for the next day.
They were snowed in, only finding out about it after it was much too late to do any salting.
The morning came with a blinding sheet of reflected icy snow, with a deceptive, thick blanket of the prettier, more desirable fluffy snow.
The only thing left for them was to enjoy each other's company until it melted some.
You were dating the invasive man who was the HQ's residential designer. August Stilza. He loves, for the most part, is loud for you, out in the open for all to see. He makes sure that he can appreciate you whenever he gets the chance to. But the one thing that he was good at keeping under wraps the most was how much of a pervert he is.
Like his need to have you at any convenient moment. A quickie here in his fitting room, getting handy when no one's looking while you both eat. To even find time to push up against you while you cuddle up together.
All these things lead up to this moment.
You are already in bed for the night after helping teams as a supporter. An oversized shirt and undies were all you had put on since it's been pretty hot in your room lately. But who would have guessed that it was a mistake that would lead to this happening in the middle of the night?
August just finished with some of his designs earlier than expected and was wasting no more time to head over to your room. Hand on the handle, you had left it unlocked, another mishap on your part. August let him on and gave you the curtsy of locking the door for you. He takes his shoes off at the door and undoes his ponytail, his blonde hair cascading down past his shoulder blade. His shades were off the moment he had a place to put them down on your desk.
Next was his shirt and the baggy pants. He just wanted to cuddle, at least that was the internal thought when he had lifted the cover up to scute up beside you. He couldn't help but stare up at you in the oversized shirt you were wearing. He crawls in to be with you and pulls you up into a snug hug. He just loves you so much, and in his eyes, you were everything he needed.
He kissed your cheek and closed his eyes—but it seemed that his body had other plans. He didn't want to disturb you, but he needed you. He kept his eyes closed as if trying to will his erection to go to sleep with the rest of his body.
Scooting closer and closer, until the two of you were fitted together like two pieces of a puzzle. August pulls you more into him while your limp body fills the space between you. He let out a sigh as he shifted more to get comfortable with your flesh around him. His face was nearly nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He was so close that he could breathe your scent in.
Damn, this boner just wasn't going away.
He rocked his hip into you, like a boat rocking in the ocean; it was slow and mostly unintentional at first. Tilting his hips up, he pressed the curve of your clothed cunt. The heat of you was almost overwhelming.
He let out a shaky breath, which made him realize more so what he was doing. Oh.
He was already thinking up an apology for when you wake up. You shiver, and it makes him pause. Were you feeling this just as much as him? He peppers kisses on your neck and shoulder.
"I love you, I love you so much, fuck" August whispered into your warm ear as his hand lightly caressed your front.
Pinching your nipples through the thin night shirt. Hearing you sigh came from your sleeping form, only egging him on. His other hand inches toward your stomach, then a bit lower to your panties.
Touch you through your undies, slipping the fabric to the side to swipe a finger across your goods.
August might’ve felt bad; he was feeling you up like an old pervert if it wasn't for the fact that you were clearly enjoying it. Already wet around the finger, he hadn't even pushed into you yet. Would this wake you up? He wasn't sure, but he wanted to find out.
He slowly pushed the single digit into your entrance, so warm surrounding him, he moved in more until he was knuckle deep. All your body manages is another set of shivers and a small sigh. You fluttered around his finger, sucking him in. His thumb pressed at your clit here and there. Just enough to have you soaking his hand, making adding a second finger with no push back.
At this point, his dick was starting to hurt, but even now, he wanted to give you the attention and appreciation he could muster. Precum was making his boxers sticky, and it throbbed every brush and push he felt against you made him want to moan. He was holding back at least the best he could manage.
It was chipping away at him, and at some point, he had taken both your top and panties off. He wasn't sure when. Your nakedness made you shiver. His fingers start to move at a faster pace, and you start squirming more and more.
He takes a moment to slip out of his boxers. Using his free hand to stroke his cock as he fucked up into you with his fingers. Pushing into you, sliding down his cock. Then, pushing his fingers out, his other hand moved up to his tip. Repeating this over and over until your walls clench around his fingers. He was panting, and he added a finger to your clit.
Your eyes were twitching, and your back pushed into him while you came on his fingers.
"So pretty, so perfect, god! I love you," he bit his lip and retracted his fingers from your cunt, tasting you on his lips when he brought them to his mouth.
"Baby, what are you doing?" You mumble, still wrapped in sleep, pressing your legs together.
"I'm couldn't help it. I'm sorry." He mumbled the apology over and over again, and the best whisper that he could manage while peppering kisses along your exposed skin from your shoulder blades to your neck, and even a few on your cheek.
"You could've just woken me up," you rub the sleep from your eyes. Your legs were slick and sticky with your cum. But the heat was only starting now and building up more.
"But you looked so pretty sleeping, I didn't want to go wake you yet," he pouted a bit, while crawling over to be in front of you.
"Pervert," you lean up to kiss him.
"I know" the kiss you share was slow, still embedded with sleep, but filled with all the need that August has been holding back.
The need that was already fusing with your own. August moves on top of you, seemingly not able to take his hands off of you. Squeezing your hips, chest, and stomach like it was his favorite art piece. A project that he would never tire of.
August moves in between your legs, parting them slowly, his eyes never leave your form. He rubs his cock along your folds, slowly up and down a few times, before pushing the tip inside of you. He pulls out and pushes at your clit, his tip slick with your juices.
"Just put it in already, baby." You pull him closer to you and whisper in his ear, and then kisses his cheek before he pulls back.
His back flexes as he bottoms out inside you fully. Your cunt is welcoming like a home he never wanted to leave. It flutters around his cock in a needy squeeze. You both shudder at the feeling. The sleep was finally starting to leave you, having you wanting.
He moves his hands across your body before they find placement on your waist. He has a surprisingly strong grip on you as he holds you in place; his hips start rocking into you. His hair dripped down, tickling your skin with every sway. Eyes staring up at him while he fucked up into you. The room was quiet, except for the hushed sounds of your pleasures; moans, groans, and pants from both of you.
You feel like you were getting close already, and it was most likely from the fact that you were still sensitive from cumming on his fingers before this. His strokes move faster, causing your bed to start to shake more and more. You have to stop yourself from wrapping your legs around him and locking him in place. Your thighs pressed against his hips as you felt like you were about to cum all over again.
"Getting close already, beautiful," He was panting like he wasn't already getting closer himself.
You nod, and it was like your cunt was agreeing with your statement by clenching around his cock. He lets out a breathy chuckle before moving down to layer kisses over your chest and over your face.
The kissing was messy and uncoordinated, open-mouthed as your tongues rub against each other. You were breathing in each other's breath as you exchanged silva. As you cum around him during the kiss.
He pulls back from the kiss in a reluctant manner so he can focus on the thrust. They were getting rougher and needier as he worked through your high and triggered his own.
"Can I… can I, inside?" He whimpered, and it made you short-circuit. You looked up at him to see the way water pooled at the tip of his eyelashes from getting ready to cry.
You thumb the tears away, letting out a coo at him. "Yes, you can."
It doesn't take much longer as he pushes his hips flesh against yours and fills your insides. You both let out a string of moans. It takes longer for him to pull out of you.
You walk down the halls of cleaners' HQ, it's empty. Nothing new for you, and you like that. At least you do sometimes, most times even, but these days, you wanted something different, a distraction was a must.
You've had nothing to do but think about how you got here in the first place, at least for the time being, while you waited. Your backstory was your happiest moments, you think.
How generous of you to be patient with your human friends —those friends that you haven't met yet.
Your tiny hands wrapped around the gift that your mom and dad gave you. A smile plastered on your face as you looked down at the fat book they had handed you. A delighted chortal escapes as you open the book. This is your first gift in a long while, and it wasn't even your birthday. You trap them by their legs to hug them both by their waist, keeping them in your kid's grasp for a few moments longer before they move away.
You open the book to see the array of stickers, from front to back. Every five pages seemed to have a different theme; from what you could tell, some were cute, and a few were either creepy or bordering on outright scary. Flowers and other plants, bugs, witches, and knights, animals of all kinds, and a couple of different stars and such. You were beaming, happy as could be, at the variety you had at the tip of your fingers.
For the days to come, you were all in your head, making up little stories for the stickers and placing a few around your home where you would be able to look at them all the time. It helps you stay entertained throughout the long day when both of your parents have to leave you alone so they can go to work.
It was great!
You would find the perfect place to put them down, never wanted to waste a single one, and took them everywhere you went. Which was like out to stores and whatnot, but still, it came with you at all times.
When you got older, just early teens, it was no different… That was until you watched your parents leave for work and never come back. They didn't abandon you, no, that wasn't it, but in a way, they did. You were just a kid, and now you were left alone.
A trash storm that truly had come out of nowhere had it, and your parents were among the casualties. You had seen them when you had left out to get some bread to eat, you had stumbled on them, or at least part of them, their bodies crumpled under the trash of what seemed to be a new, unmoving pile that they were stuck in.
Being still a kid, you don't know what to do, how to process all this, so you deal with the sway of confusion of emotions the only way you know how.
You give each parent a single sticker.
Appetite gone, you're heading back to your home hungry and alone.
But you don't give yourself time to process your parents' death, you were alone all the time anyway, so you should just focus on your survival. You can take care of yourself for the most part. How hard could it be from what you were doing when your parents went to work?
You'd steal for food and stay in your now-empty home, you stay hidden the best you could, and stay to yourself, but the loneliness is getting to you. An idea that comes to mind to fix your problems. Every time you needed to feel less lonely, you would find a place on the wall of your room to place a sticker and talk to it until you don't feel lonely anymore. It made you smile, and helped you get your complicated feelings out when you would talk about them to each stickers.
They were your friends.
It was becoming a routine, a habit to hold your book of stickers from plants to knights and witches and cats and dogs.
One day, you had a bad day after getting beaten up for stealing. It's a habit after getting jumped, you crawl into the alleyway to hide a bit, and you find a flat wall to place a Jester sticker down. But something different happened, the sticker peeled off much to your dismay, and with a quick flash, a real-life Jester was by your side. Making a few joking faces and jiggling with each step before He picked you up and carried you home, and for the first time, you weren't alone.
You fall asleep, like you couldn't control your depleting energy after being tucked in, and wake up to see that the Jester is gone. Panicked about being abandoned again, you looked everywhere in your home before looking through your book to see that the Jesters sticker you had used was back in your book. In fact, your sticker book looked a bit different, sharper at the edges, and a bit bigger, but it was still your book.
You place it down again, desperate and shaking in your movements, and once again the sticker comes to life. The happy Jester pets your head and spins time with you again, even makes a meal for you, this time the Jester can speak here and there. You tell him your woes about the bullies, and the Jester feeds your despite being basically a teen at this point. And asks you if you could show him where and who the bullies are. You say yes, but is overcome with sleepiness. The Jester sighs but tucks you into bed to disappear the second you fall asleep.
In the morning, you walk up alone again. This time, you know where to look, you place your sticker of the Jester directly onto the back of your hand, and the Jester then appears. Really, to set out in the plan of his master's will, the Jester looked stronger, bigger even, with the chipper smile that was for you.
They go out together, people watch and look, but once little old you point out the bullies, the Jester springs into action. Taking out a long twirling ribbon, the Jester strangles the bullies. Muffled screams and a choking sound hit your ears. You quickly realize your Jester friend was going to kill them, so you tell him to stop, and he does, a smile on his face. Proud of themselves. You learned that you have to be careful with your feelings when it comes to your power to make friends come to life.
You summoned a flower crown sticker to give to the jester. As a thank you for still being there to protect you and being there for you. Then you go home, together. You are having a happy time and using more different stickers. The next day, they were all so different, and you learned that too many make you pass out. The different types of stickers had different skills, personalities, and sentience. Like your Jester.
However, you learned that after the 5th time you tried to put the Jester sticker, it wouldn't stick to anything and therefore didn't summon the Jester. You cried and screamed in confusion at the loss of the sticker as it then crumbled. It was like the same emotions you were welding up the same as your parent. You tried to summon a few more friends that you had before, and any of the ones that were at the after five limited would end up the same as your jester, not sticking and then soon crumbling before your very eyes.
You cried a lot, and all you did was lie silently in bed for the rest of the day and the subsequent night.
You spent every day after that checking the empty slots that several of your stickers had been in, and couldn't cry any more tears for the grief anymore after a while. You didn't, couldn't be alone again, so you risked the fates of another sticker, a new, untouched one to fill the void despite the fear that they would end up the same way. You lost your grasp of being able to control your emotions after this point. Becoming a tad unstable.
Was there a chance they would come back to you?
A year later, dealing with the grief of losing hope and trying to keep hope that they will come back. You had more or less dealt with your loss, if not a bit poorly.
But then you see that a few of your stickers have come back— no, most were still gone. Out of the many you had to watch crumble, a total of ten had reappeared in your sticker book, repeating the process one last time.
You were only lucky (for now) to see the Jesters stick back in their place. But you wouldn't dare re-stick him now, at risk, he wouldn't come back for real.
If you use a sticker too many times (more than 5 times), the sticker loses its adhesive side and can never be able to be placed again, and then soon after disintegrates. There is a long cool-down, a year before you have a ten percent chance to have that sticker reappear, and if it's gone, then it's gone. Always holding out that bit of hope that they will stay with you despite the low odds. A perpetual cycle of loss and hope that you would try and hold out, only to either be disappointed or to restart your grief process of the only thing you had.
Everything you love eventually crumbles is the mentality you would fall into.
To protect yourself.
Years later, you were in no man's land in your mid-to-late twenties, and you had learned a lot about your power, this gift. Looking for some kind of tool to repair a hole a troll had made when you had summoned them out of your book. Looking through trash, a mask on your face, and just your luck, a trash beast appeared. You were fortunate up till this point, but now you were in danger.
Fear took you, and the old familiar habits of needing protection you had flipped to the Jesters' page and pulled out. The Jester was happy to be back, but after defeating the trash beast, he was for sure gone for real this time as you watched the Jester crumble in your arms as he thanked you for letting him be of service to you in a hug.
Your stickers work in a matter of getting "ripped" or too damaged to keep fighting, they will crumble and won't be able to be used again.
Then by chance, the cleaners were nearby and saw the fight. They offered you a job, and between your sadness of loss, you jumped to the next thing.
But as you got the job, it became clear what team you should end up on, as your personality and overall nature of using your vital instrument was one that seemed best to be left to its own devices, you ended up in team Danger. You were strong, that was for sure. A few other stickers, teaching you fighting skills as a kid, unconventional fighting styles mixed into one, made you a bit of a wild card, mixed in with the fact that no one knows what one of your stickers will do until it's out in the real world.
Now you sit, twiddling your thumbs like you were in a new environment, despite this being a place you have been plenty of times. But you were doing something new, like talking to people, like real people, and that was new.
Four people: Enjin, Rudo, and two supporters, Follo and Gris.
"Who the hell is this?" Rudo looked you up and down for a moment.
Rudo gets hit on the back of the head by Enjin, assuming the rude comment.
You scan them all, but your eyes drift off to two adults. You weren't good with children, or at least you don't think so. That is Enjin and Gris. You stare at them point-blank and unblinking. Enjin makes a face of unease, and Gris speaks first.
"It's nice to officially meet." You give him a full tooth smile.
"Yes. That's nice… to you all, meeting. Me." You nod, and you get the rundown of what you would be doing for them. Help them deal with a trash beast that is somehow splitting into two and then four and so on. Easy work, and you were sure you could have done it all yourself, but whatever.
"Let's go," You tell them, expecting them to follow behind or get left behind. You already have your book in hand, caressing the hard cover from the front. They were all piling inside a car, but you didn't like cars. Muttering something about how you would just follow behind them.
You summon a knight and a horse sticker; you would rather do something familiar. The knight extends his hand and helps you get to the house behind you. The four of them stare at you, like you had summoned a giant monster when all you did was have yourself a travel buddy, and they will also do some of the fighting.
You head out at full speed to the location, and they follow suit with Enjin driving like a crazy person. Making it at the same time is not what happened; in fact, when the boys get there, they can already see that you're fighting.
You were kissing up on your sticker book while you watched your animated stickers take care of the trash beast. Giggling a bit while you distract yourself with the threats around you.
That was until a smaller trash beast came up and took its maw and bit you in your side. You tease up, and your stickers focus their attention on you to protect you. The rest of the crew runs up towards you. It's really just Follo and Gris while Rudo and Enjin take care of the few remaining beasts.
You're guarded.
Holding your wounds to stop yourself from bleeding out. Your hands shake, and your visor gets blurry with tears as panic seems to seep into your being.
You scream—Gris pulls you into his arms, whispering to try and keep you calm, comforting you enough for him to distract you while Follo does some light patching up of the gash. It stung, but it wasn't like you were paying much attention in a way to notice. His care is almost familiar to you, like when you were a kid, and it lulls you to sleep in a matter of moments.
They take you back to HQ, and Eishia heals you up and has you spic and span.
You place a hand where the gash once was. You don't tend to get hurt the way you did, at least not enough to incapacitate yourself.
Gris comes to check on you. Whether it's mere obliteration, you don't care; seeing him is like a switch flipping in your head, and it has your heart thumping with glee.
"How are you doing?" He asked you while standing by your bedside, you couldn't help but want to grab his hand and pull him closer.
"I feel much better than I did before." You play with the ends of his fingers, you're pleased when he doesn't pull away. It must mean he likes you to, right?
"That's great to hear." He pulls away from you, and it makes your eyes twitch.
"You're my only visitor so far, I wasn't expecting any to be honest." You grab his wrist, a deadpan stare on your face, before you really look up at him. "I make a lot of people nervous, you know, so I'm surprised you came to see me."
Gris looks down at you with the kindest expression he could muster; it almost looked like he was constipated while he tried to smile through the discomfort. He wanted to laugh a bit at your comment, not in a mean way, of course, but just at the irony of your statement while you had him stuck in your hold. A grip with strength that was definitely not necessary for the circumstances. You didn't seem to realize how this could be fun, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Really?" he smiled in a way that almost made his cheek hurt. "Not getting that."
You blink up at that, he might as well have said that he was in love with you here and now. A confession might have made your heart sing less than it is right now. In fact, you weren't hearing much else, not paying attention to when you let him go or the fact that he was saying his goodbyes and get well soon much more quickly after. None of that mattered. Not a single bit of it was important as you replay his lovely voice on repeat. You don't make him nervous, which means he likes you, which in turn means that you were only mere moments from I love yous.
You get out of bed wanting to head to your own room, wounds be damned.
The next day was all the time you could wait before scouring the HQ to see Gris again. He was eating with all the other people in the dining hall. You don't dare go in to see him, no matter how much you wanted to. It was just too crowded for your liking, like everyone was in here to prevent you from showing your appreciation to this man who had saved you. Had woken you up from the dull life you had created of being lonely with all your sticker companions.
You peek out through the doorway to just watch him. So close yet so far away. Once crowds of people move in and out, you follow. Watching as his person leaves all the unknowing that you were just behind him. You were just a few bits away, always just out of sight when you needed to be. You could just go up and talk to him, but how would you learn so much about him if he were aware. You wanted to see him in his most natural moments. This was your perfect moment. People tend to act like their true selves when it comes to being all alone.
It gets late into the night, and all you have done is spend time with your beloved. What a fun hangout it was, at least that's what you would assume a real hangout would be if you two actually spent time together. But whatever, he may not have known about it, but you've got to find out where his room is.
A spot that you couldn't have been happier to find; a room tucked away where all the other supporters tended to be. He was one of the first rooms, but not the direct front. It means that you wouldn't have to walk past many other rooms to get to his. When you went to visit him, that is.
He comes off so serious at times, but you can see as plain as day that he was a kind man.
Gris was heading out of his room to start the day when he stumbled upon you on the ground. In front of his room.
"Oh…What are you doing?" He takes moves back a little, leading on the door frame of his room.
"I… came to get… you." You panicked a bit, and you look like you're some kind of pervert trying to peek. That's kind, exactly what you were doing, but that's not the vibe you were trying to give off. At least not this soon.
"Right, okay, did you need something?" You wanted to scream or crawl away. Maybe both were an option.
"COULD YOU GO ON A MISSION WITH ME?" What the fuck are you talking about? There was no mission at the moment, and you sure as hell sound crazy asking someone to come with you, a loner who is supposed to like going on missions solo. Also for the yelling.
"Is there a mission today?" Gris asked, eyebrow raised for a moment.
"No… but, I thought that maybe having a second pair of eyes is better than one or ones that are… fake?" You knew that anything you really needed, your stickers could do, especially the ones that were sentient enough to do just about anything you willed them to. But you had to think quickly on your feet.
"Why me?"
"Because you saved me." You really mean it. He saved you, literally speaking, but you also feel liberated in more ways than one, and it was all his doing. It hasn't been a moment you felt so secure with someone in such a long time. It was a comfort not even your most beloved stickers could compare to. This living, breathing man, who won't abandon you.
You would make sure of that much.
"I'm sure anyone would have done the same."
"No, I really mean it, so thank you." You wanted to hug him.
Getting up from your comfortable position on the floor, you stand, dusting off the crumbs on your person. Before pulling him into an unsolicited hug, it was far too short for your liking, but you got so excited and ran off to go back to your room.
You go to talk to your sticker book. Just ideal chatter about the growing crush you were so obviously having. Then you realized that you never got an answer from Gris about joining you as a second pair of eyes on your next mission. You cursed a bit. However, the more you thought about it, the more you believed it may be too risky to have someone you care about on a mission that was suited for your skills. But you can always protect him, keep him close, and then you won't have to worry about it at all.
Gris moves with caution around you, not that it was noticeable, just a subconscious idea to be a bit careful. Yet he is open to interacting with you; he enjoys talking to you at times. He likes you for the most part, but it wasn't that much different from the way he likes most people.
You get what you want; you had stopped listening to the boss, if only for a while, when it came to the mission best fit for your innate army. You had one condition to work. Being Gris with you. There was a lot of bull shitting on your part, saying something along the lines of needing a calm mind and helping you get comfortable around people with a welcoming and easy-to-talk-to person. It was the truth for the most part, even if it was a massive excuse to have more moments around Gris. Getting him used to your closeness, getting him used to the way you act, and having him be used to you in the rawest forms.
What he doesn't know are the things you do when he's not aware, like watching him sleep. He just looks so peaceful and unbothered, and you couldn't help but watch him one time, which then turned into a few times, and that then turned into a carefully created routine of breaking in and entering. You don't see the issue in this; you're just watching him to keep him safe. Anything could happen.
Any moment of doubt didn't get a chance to last long. You asked a few stickers, the ones that tend to be more people like what you were doing, and well… all of them said there was nothing wrong with it. You weren't hurting anyone, and what he doesn't know can't affect him. They even said if they were Gris, they would be happy to have someone watching over them the way you do.
Gris didn't get much of a say in having to work with you; it wasn't like he got to do much work at all. Yet when you noticed that you seemed to make an effort to let him do the work, he was proud to do. Helping with disaster relief and helping people get out of danger. All under a watchful eye, of course. Your sticker soldiers seemed to follow you constantly when you went around. It was unsettling, if anything, and charming in an odd way.
He was at the end of the day, enjoying your actual company, even if the proximity is a bit forced. He can tell that you like him, just not how much. He was starting to like you, too. He found himself not out of obligation and not even out of general care, but a growing affection to help comfort you.
Comforting you when you would lose one of your stickers, that is. It was a mostly uphill battle each time. Trying to bring you back when you lost your sense of reality, consumed by grief. He'd remind you that he wasn't a sticker as odd as that may seem to most. It did work wonders on you. This was the constant; he was your constant factor. something that wasn't going to just up and vanish after five times of needing him.
You couldn't contain yourself much longer; you didn't want to stop at just watching him sleep or keeping tabs on him from a distance. He was dropping hints to you as far as you can tell, and you didn't want to wait a second longer.
You slam a frog sticker on the ground, and it jumps up from the floor and runs to look at you. It's droopy-looking, and she's about the size of a bear, taking up the whole hallway.
"I need you to go grab Gris and bring him to his room for me." You pat its moist head, and it jumps away, leaving the ground vibrating in its wake. You miss him and haven't seen him for half of 24 hours.
While the helpful frog goes to get your man, you need to make sure there are no distractions. You want to keep your biggest obstacle distracted. That being Enjin, who seems to be far too buddy-buddy with Gris at times.
You set up a trap… A harmless trap, but a trap nonetheless.
You go out to place a candy trail down a hallway until it leads to where the kids were hanging out. Rudo is your target.
"Hey…Kiddo, I have some candy." You do your best not to sound like a sleazy kidnapper.
Your eye twitched as you attempted a smile while displaying some of the candy you had.
Rudo goes ape shit— moving on the attack while you get out of the way, and toss the candies in the direction of your carefully spaced trail of other treats. Now you just need to tell the single mother to handle his kid, and you're home free for the treat that you desired.
You find Enjin, thankful enough alone for you to want to approach him.
"You don't seem to worry much about Rudo, otherwise you would be with him right now." You sway in front of him with a smirk; you don't bother stopping.
"The hell do you mean by that?" He tenses up, the grip on his umbrella tightens up, and the gears are running at the fullest capacity in his head. Was that a threat? As if on a queue, a roar of screams. It seemed to be Zanka. You watch him run off in the opposite direction from you, while you head to meet up with your froggy pal, who has your gift.
Gris was tied up, to say the least. You let your frog return to your book when you closed the door behind you.
You tend to be very affectionate with him openly when you are alone. Hence, you basically tried to crawl under the slime of his shirt while you moved closer to him.
It's intense, all-consuming, and it makes his heart beat between his heart and the affection of his own. When did you get this close? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that you let a giant frog kidnap him back to his room to do who knows what.
Alone they were now, and you had barricaded the door moments after locking it.
"I miss you. Did I already say that?" You make yourself comfortable as a second skin on him. Crawling in front of him to look him dead in the eyes.
"I wasn't all that long, was I?" It technically wasn't that long, but you didn't do any night watching of him. So he was gone much longer in that aspect. You got distracted with a conversation with a sticker, and next thing you know, it was closer to the time everyone gets up than going to sleep.
"I want to sleep with you," You tell him while holding his face. He tensed up, but didn't pull away when you started to lean in closer to him. A slow peck on his forehead is what you give him. Rather soft for how intensely you spoke to him.
Gris places a hand over the one you have on his face, leaning into your touch before putting his other hand on one of your cheeks. He handles you with such care and warmth that you can't help but want to keep him all to yourself. Your foreheads touch as you just sit and be in the moment.
"How far will you let me take this?" You tilt your chin, but at him, getting ready to kiss him for real at any moment.
"I'm not sure. But I trust you. So I'll let you know if you go too far." That was all you needed before you take him in a miss.
You give him no time to get used to one pace. The kiss was needy, fighting each other for a heated moment of something that you both had pent up. You bite him between moments of needing air. Trading catching your breath with never leaving your mouth from him. A wet kiss in a moment where your lips brushed against each other, to you moving down inch by inch when Gris pulled away to breathe.
His cheek, back to a string of kisses, then his jaw, followed by more kisses. Which would have you both panting, and in that time, you were in his neck, his collarbone. Taking off his shirt and then undoing his pants while getting distracted by having your tongue rub on to each other. You like how he tastes, and that has ideas running in your head while you move down fully.
Gris moves to get onto his bed, and you follow between his legs. kissing him in a manner that was far more biting as you traveled upward.
Not one for the cutesy foreplay, that would have taken for too much time for your liking. You shove his boxers down with his pants, letting them pool at his feet before he steps out of them.
Gris pushes at your shoulder to hold you back from moving. He lets out a groan, and his whole body shudders when you swallow him whole. His eye twitched, and his teeth clenched as he tried to gather himself. You moan around him. Feeling like you were in might have died and made it up past the sphere in the sky. You do your best to wait for him to let go of him, but it doesn't stop you from sucking around him and hollowing your cheeks to provide a tight space from him.
"Wait," He said halfheartedly. It was only a matter of time before he would be cumming with how you were acting. You didn't give him a second yet again to get used to the stimulation. So his lack of getting much play with their busy life was already becoming too much for him.
You looked up at him, moving to pull off of him when you felt it. His cock twitched a few times as a short warning before he filled your mouth with cum. It made you so excited to have gotten him off so far, and the redness that overtook his face was even more of a turn on than you could admit in works.
Gris wanted to crawl away and disappear, but he felt more trapped than he did with the literal barricade in front of his door. He felt all too hot, all too sweaty, and he was embarrassed. His face was red as his quick post-nut clarity had hit him.
He was almost surprised that he let you do this and that he didn't last very long being in your welcoming mouth. He was giving control of this easily to someone who clearly didn't have it all there most days.
You looked like you were ready to go for more, but he didn't think he had it to end him in the moment. He didn't even want to think about the embarrassment of trying to do you after that.
"I think that we should stop for now." He looked away from you. The hungry look on your face as you swallowed his cum. You stop after that, seeming to be on cloud nine. Pulling away from him, letting him fix his clothes. This was fine.
You tell yourself, you were honored even. It pleases you to know that you can satisfy him even for a moment, and besides, you can always try again at another time.
You couldn't stop thinking about Gris; in fact, you were even more amped up than ever before. You really wanted to have another moment with Gris. Yet everything seems to be in the way. From work that you had to do, to work that the supporters had to do.
Heading to Gris's room was like second nature at this point. You head inside without a care, breathing in the air of his room as you close the door behind you. Grabbing a shirt from his dirty clothes, it smells like him, and you feel as if you could get high off the scent. You roll onto his bed, melting into his sheets. You throw your own shirt off, not thinking much about it, while you put on his dirty shirt with a giggle.
You reach into one of his drawer, a pair of his boxer shorts. You felt a bit breathless at this point. Your heart is drumming loudly in your ears. You shimmy out of your pants and undies, replacing them with Gris's boxers. You were fulling in his clothes now. While your own clothes cascaded over the floor of his room.
You couldn't think about anything but think about how fast you made Gris cum not that long ago. You wanted to do it again; in fact, you wanted to do much more with him. That was occurring on your head for the past few days.
You slide your hand into his boxers to touch yourself.
You were already wet, swiping your finger over the moistness of your entrance. You spread the juices over your cunt, making sure to have your clit nice and slick before giving it the desired attention. You closed your eyes as you pushed a finger inside of you slowly. Letting out a soft sigh, you start moving the digit. You pull the end of the shirt a bit more so you can keep the scent near.
You were adding a second to yourself while fingering yourself. You had already ruined the boxers at this point. The sound was getting louder as you pushed them faster into yourself. You fluttered around your fingers, and you were getting more into it as you lay out in Gris' bed as if it were your own.
You scream a half-choked-out sound that was mostly a moan.
Gris is quick to close the door fully behind him, locking it as he tries to process what it was he was seeing—what you were doing. In his room, in his bed, and even in his clothes.
"Wha- what are you doing?" You don't know what to say; you were caught in the act of your debauchery. You close your legs and sit up so fast that it makes you dizzy.
"I'm sorry." You panicked, removing your hand from under the boxers, your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss, and your hand is wet.
"You're touching yourself in my bed and in my clothes." He takes a few steps closer to you, past the shock of what you were doing; he finds this pretty arousing. You look cute with how embarrassed you were and the way you were babbling out some half-baked string of excuses.
You could cry with how ashamed you are right now, and if you were being honest, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. What could you say? You were like a deer in headlights, just waiting to be hit by some unsuspecting driver.
"Get up," You stand bearing yourself in front of him, ready to be kicked out.
"I'm sorry," You mumbled out one last time. He doesn't want to hear any apologies from you; he wanted answers, but he was starting to realize that he wasn't going to get any.
"Be honest, do you do stuff like this often?"
"Not this exactly…" You were hesitant. You could die, you felt like you wanted to the more you anticipated some kind of rejection.
"Elaborate," He spoke slowly.
"How so?"
"What else are you doing when I don't know?" You watched him frown.
"I like to watch you sleep." You pressed your thighs together. Your body feels so hot at the moment, embarrassment, fear, lust, it was all swarming you like a bear to honey. It made you dizzy like you were gonna be sick at your confession, the more it sat in the air.
He lets out a groan, which surprises both of you. It was a sound he didn't mean to let out; he was hard. He was sure that your craziness was starting to rub off on him. He should be horrified that you have been watching him, invading his space when he doesn't know. He should still be upset about the fact that you were touching yourself in his things.
He moves you so that you can stand with your back against him.
"I don't know what else to say." He pulls his fingers into the boxers that you were wearing. Cupping your cunt in his warm hands. Your legs are threatening to buckle. "Is this what you want?" He pushed a finger into your entrance. What? You almost got whiplash from what was going on, but you answered him anyway.
"Yes," You squeak, parting your legs for him to give him more access. You melt into him while letting out a moan. He pushes the finger in, moving at a slow, almost teasing pace. You don't dare beg him for more; you don't deserve it for what you've done.
"Is this what you imagine? Or do you want more?" He felt like he was also getting breathless, and he wasn't even going much past getting to be knuckle deep into your warm.
"More," You speak beside yourself. He gives you a second finger, thrusting in a few times before pulling out of you. Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you let out a shaky sigh akin to a whimper.
"Why did you decide to put on my clothes?"
"I like how you smell." You watch him get down in front of you. You like a lot of things about him, apparently.
"I like how you smell, as well, you know." He slides the boxers down so he can get a full look at your dripping cunt.
He places one kiss on your mound, a soft experimental kiss to see how you may react. He closes his eyes, breathing out your scent as he kisses you. Open mouth kisses one by one after the other. Dripping onto his mouth, you could feel like you were dreaming. He stops every time your legs try to give out. You take a moment to breathe, steady your legs, and he gets back to work.
His tongue parts open your folds, you melt, and let out a set of moans. His face was wet with your essence. His chin flexes as he eats you out. You grip his blonde locks to ground yourself, keeping you from falling over onto him. You were so close. He moans against you, you shiver, he feels so good.
It gets more intense as he adds a finger into you, pushing in more inch by inch. He got into a teasing rhythm as he angles his wrist to finger you and eat you out while you stood. Gris pushed into your walls to make sure you were nice and ready for him. You clenched around his digits as he finger fucks you. It was too much while being too little at the same time; it was driving you insane.
"Please don't stop." Your legs started to close as you cried out from your climax.
He's drinking you up as you cum around on him. You tremble as he picks you up and puts you down on his bed. You were panting almost.
You watch as Gris works quickly to get out of his uniform. You stare like a starving animal, looking down at his print. It was all you expected from the nights of staring at his sleeping form, that wasn't the same. It was even nicer to see him on full display.
"I don't plan to stop just yet," he gets into bed with you. He gives you a soft kiss on the cheek, then one on the lips. You could taste yourself on his lips. Sliding between your legs, he gives you soft kisses over your stomach and thighs.
He slides up to kiss your chest, licking up your sternum, and then kisses your neck. All the while, he was getting comfortable between your legs. He uses one of his hands to line himself up with you. Feeling his tip brush up against your cunt in a way that pushes at clit and makes you shiver.
"I love you so much since I first met you. "You wanted to tell him before you lost the words to do so. You already knew you would be in heaven just being able to do this with him; it was no telling what. If anything, the fact that you were able to admit it aloud scared you. Your fear was creeping in, and it made you tear up a bit. You don't know what you would do without him. You may be crazy for thinking it, but you would even trade your deepest treasure if it meant you could have him forever.
"Really, " He kissed your cheek when he noticed the tears starting to form in your eyes. He was so gentle and careful with you, even now. Hearing you say that made him realize fully that he did love you as well. But he wanted to tell you in a far more romantic manner than saying it while bottoming out inside of you.
His face was red at this point, and his ears felt hot.
You both let out a string of bated breaths as he filled you up. You hold him tight in a hug, as if letting go may make him crumble away the same way your stickers do.
"You don't have to say it back, just don't leave me… please." You whine out in his ear, and you almost start to feel a bit pathetic at your desperate declaration.
"I'm not going anywhere," He slips his hand under your waist, pressing his face into your chest. "I love you too, and I'll spend every day if I have to proving that I'm not going anywhere." He has you a forehead kiss. He can feel you clench around him; you are so warm, wrapped around him.
You couldn't help it; his words were turning you on even more than you could imagine. You couldn't think of anything else besides how you wanted him to fuck you now. He seems to catch the thought in your mind. Rocking his hips slowly just to watch you already melt from so little. He was going to make sure that all those worries of yours would long be forgotten, at least just for the moment.
He grabs your hips and moves to pull almost completely out of you, then moves into you again. You both feel the pleasure he was creating, and you both can feel how wet you are for him, how sensitive and needy. You were sucking it up, the heat of each other as you move with one another like one.
The sound of panting and moist skin connecting in his room. It was a loving and sensual pace that Gris was giving you both. You don't know if you will last much longer. He didn't know if he would last long either. He trailed kisses over the places he could reach, and you did the same when you could focus long enough.
The end was getting closer, together.
Your back arched up into him, and the sound you made was so loud that Gris had to move quickly to cover your mouth. He rocks his hips a few more times before sliding out of him so he doesn't cum inside of you.
You both can wish that he could, but it just wasn't a smart idea to do so. He uses the boxers you were using of his to clean him up. Then he leans down beside you and pulls you close to his body.
You could fall asleep in his arms, but you didn't want to look away from him.
"Rest up, I'll still be around when you wake up." He kissed your shoulder.
How could you deny him, this man who had you so head over heels for him.
Summary: So you head to a bar and meet a handsome, tired man, and decide that he will be your vice, and on the way, you become his.
Note: This story was written with POC readers in mind but its pretty inclusive for any fem reader.
Word count: 7,400
Tags: POC Reader-Insert, No Use of Y/N, Flirting, Mutual Pining, One Night Stands, Strangers to Lovers, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Falling In Love, Scent Kink, Dry Humping, Multiple Sex Positions, PIV, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Pillow Talk, Post-Coital Cuddling, One Shot
Higuruma is a busy and tired man.
Working all the time on one case after another, all of which are draining his mental capacity. He ends up spending whatever free time he has at a bar or doing who knows what else. Trying to tread the line between drinking for pleasure and drinking to distract himself. He did a lot of toeing the lines from one thing or another to simply feel some kind of stimulation.
You are also tired, busy just with your day-to-day, and needing a vice of your own from the constant desk work, or organization you partake in. So you head to a bar and meet a handsome, tired man, and decide that he will be your vice, and on the way, you become his.
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The bar was dim, with low lighting, and a hum of chatter that easily fell into the background as it mixed with the vibrations of music playing over the TVs. It wasn't crowded, it never really was. That's why Lawyer Higuruma Hiromi liked it thus far. Cold but not too cold, empty but not too much, and had good booze despite the low, cheap price. He sits at the bar's counter in a way that he could engage with the bartender respectfully, without the looming obligation of actually needing to have a conversation.
He checked his watch for no particular reason; it wasn't like he was waiting for something or someone. A tick was more so what it was, looking at the time as if it would force time to create something new to fill in space. It doesn't, in fact, it never does.
Higuruma is nursing his pineapple screwdriver; it would most likely be his only drink for the night. He wasn't a lightweight, but he could already feel the start of a buzz from the vodka. He lets out a tired sigh. The eye bags under his eyes were dark, and his hair was tousled from the constant finger combing he does in his day-to-day.
Your muscles whined with strain, but the mental ache caused by your what feels like endless drabble you did as desk work was much worse. Deciding to ignore the physical, you settle on getting a drink at the bar that was close to your apartment. Still in the sleek, long black pinup dress you went to work in, you head inside the establishment. The dress felt too tight in moments like this, as if it was trying to expose your work life persona for what it was, a farce. Yet that little persona seems to have seeped into your regular, in a way that it was starting to feel like a second self.
Too uptight, too cautious, and all too much of a strain on your person, you were forgetting how to carry yourself in a way that was for you. Not just for work or for others or even society as a whole, but solely in a selfish manner.
Seating yourself in the middle of the bar's counter, you sit directly under one of the dim lights. The warm iridescence bounced off your warm skin, moisturizer acting as a reflector in a honey-like glow. You take a beat to look around the bar, surveying your surroundings. Just to see who else was around in the shared space. Maybe you can have a chat; there's no point in making drinking alone any more depressing than it already is.
Your eyes land on a particular man.
A simple thought crosses your mind.
You were here to let loose. Based on the closed-off body language you could see from this clearly stressed individual, you wondered if he was here for the same reason as you. You were most likely staring at this point, not that you were sure he would have noticed the way he was looking down at his drink like it owned him some kind of answers to some deep-rooted philosophy.
He looks sad at first glance in a way that fills you with relatable hunger; he's hot, alone, and you read body language well enough to see that the tension in his body is definitely a long-term feature. It makes you wonder what he was going with him that you move before you can punk yourself out on a social interaction.
Higuruma turns his gaze to face you, if only a little, he can see you approaching him from the corner of his eye. They scan you the same way he would read over one of his cases; he sips his tall drink while giving you a once-over. You fill out your dress nicely, it's a classy outfit, and you carry yourself in a confident manner. You remind him of someone you would see in the firm he works at or another passerby in a courthouse.
He bites the inside of his cheek; he doesn't want to be reminded of work right now. If he did, he would have done overtime. Once you had taken a seat beside him, he looked down at his drink, which was halfway empty from his sipping.
There was just silence between both of you; the bartender occupied himself with cleaning a random spot on the counter. You think about this man, who was he? He was closed off from the jump in a way that had you thinking you should abort your socialization mission. But if you don't take a jump to let loose now, would you ever do it?
You order a drink, a strawberry daiquiri, it's cool and sweet on your taste buds as you take small sips from the straw. You take this moment to think about what exactly you wanted from this fine man. You have never done a one-night stand, but a part of you thinks it could be a needed jump in the right direction to let loose and distract yourself from the stressor of life.
You don't see any other men around the bar that would be your interest, so you decided to taste the waters with this tired man, only a few inches away from you, to see if there is any chemistry for you both.
"Mind if I ask something a bit cliché for a conversation starter?" You decided to break the taut silence between you. No one would get anywhere if neither of you spoke. You soothe the drumming of your heart with nerves while you wait for him to speak.
His eyebrow twitches, but he tells you he doesn't mind even if he does a little. You like his voice; in fact, it goes straight south, but you don't let it show. You were never bold enough to avoid hiding something, like how pent up you were; it actually surprises you with how something so simple as a deep gruff voice could have any effect on you at all.
Hiromi thinks you smell good; it's a strong scent that is radiating from your person, even with the gap between your seats. It almost makes his mouth water as if he could taste it; he couldn't fully get an entire breakdown of what it is, but he can pick up on the lemony undertones it has. He gives you more of his attention so that you can ask your question, and while he does, he enjoys the way the light of this dim bar seems to hang in your favor the same way the sun would. It makes your skin radiate even a bit in the low light bulb.
"So do you come here often?" You smile at him, and he almost snorts, but he catches himself.
"I have as of late. Do you?" He doesn't match your smile, but there is the faintest interest in his eyes.
"I might start if I can have someone to hold a conversation with." You watch him nod at your words, and you observe his face from his large, sloped nose and his spiky, short, dark brown hair.
You both go back and forth, chatting about anything but the work you do, besides the base-level need-to-know information. He was a lawyer, and you were a simple desk worker who did everything in the workplace with no signs of a raise for the extra labor. You liked his honesty, and he liked that despite the lack of depth in carrying a burden like he was. You both were still relating to one another. It made him feel better in a way, about his circumstances, and you felt a bit better about your own.
Through this simple yet pleasant chat, both of you were having it seemed like one notion was making itself prevalent in your head, that you wanted the Hiromi Higuruma who stood in front of you. Just something casual is what you tell yourself; you want fun in the moment, something you wouldn't have to worry too much about. No strings, no issues, right?
Higuruma can tell your flirting at least a bit; you were keeping them up in the air, leading, but still giving up space for push back on his end. He gets what you're doing, but the why is still up in the air for him, so naturally, he pulls back a little. He couldn't right, or rather, he shouldn't. But you were so tempting, from your looks to your smell, tempting.
You could seem none the wiser in the turmoil you were causing him in this moment. While you sip your strawberry daiquiri, it's like a cool itch to your mouth.
He was never one for beating around the bush; he wanted truth, and that was just how he worked.
"What's your objective in our interaction? You trying to sleep with me?" He watched you choke on the current sip you had in your mouth as it went down hard. You blink as if you've done it a few times and control your breathing.
"I am. I want to try something new. I've decided thus far that I want that new thing to be you." He gets what you mean more than enough. Your tone is serious, open, and inviting with an undertone of hope.
"We'll have to see what happens tonight." He gets it. He justifies it all with this being potentially the simulation he needs. He wants to try new things himself, things he would normally not have even considered. You would be a distraction much stronger than booze could ever be.
You smile at that, making your interest in each other more apparent as time goes on. The music of the bar seemed to fade out as you talked to each other.
"You said it yourself, we both need to let loose from the workaholic lifestyle, if only for tonight. Nothing more or less if we both come to an agreement." He actually gives you a fond smile; he was amused.
"It's a good pitch. However, I'd like to add to it that this may be a form of us both having some midlife crisis that we were both mutually having."
"Alright, smart ass. You have a point, but even then it doesn't matter, does it?" You work on finishing your drink.
"All lawyers are smart asses in a way, but I guess you're right, it doesn't matter. Wanna get out of here?" He tells you, and you both quickly drink the rest of your drinks. You move to pay, but he stops you and pays first.
"Thank you." Walking out of the bar together, you meet with the cold nighttime breeze. Your body felt really tense on the way, like a schoolgirl about to confess to your crush or the type of nerves you get when you're about to have your first time.
You head inside, and he closes the door behind him. You turn to face him, inching closer, and he does the same. You hold hands, intertwining your fingers; his hands are warm, and you can feel the veins on the tips of your fingertips. Leaning in to his person, you let go of his hand. Caressing his cheek slowly and tilting your head to the side so that you both could kiss.
Hiromi can taste your drink from your moist lips. The gloss on your mouth made both your lips sticky. Each press of your colliding maws was slow, breathy, and heated. He moved to pull your body flush against him, deepening the kiss that you both shared. Gasping for air, this break in the slow, shaky kissing was the turning point. The kiss becomes more open-mouthed, you bite his lip a bit, and he groans as he pushes you into the counter. Even if this wasn't a good idea, it felt so right, and your pent-up seals were begging to be unscrewed by some literal screwing.
It was like both of you were vibrating with a growing adrenaline, shaking in a way that you feel like you can't contain yourself. Your heart was stuttering more than you have ever with words, and you wish you could have kept your mouth shut, but you can't be so lucky as not to embarrass yourself when being asked an important question.
"You okay? Can I undo the top of your dress?" His voice seems to have gotten even sexier than it has been at the bar. His voice was oozing with need for you.
"I'm good… yes… are you okay?" You did stutter, horribly, as you spoke with the ends of each of your puffs.
"I'm more than good, you smell so fucking good and look even better. My mouth is literally watering for you." He was diffidently hard in his slacks, you can feel it as it presses into you here and there. Higuruma frees one of your breasts from your dress. Leaving a firm kiss on you while he palms your tit.
"Higuruma, I'm on fire, and it's your fault. You're so handsome." You kiss the bridge of his nose and then his jaw before going back to his lips.
"I'd better make up for that then." The kiss was an amorous tangle. You were trying to breathe each other in. Neither of you wanted to pull away as if you couldn't; it was as if you could, but both of you would fuse into one at any minute.
You trip a bit as you both move closer to your bedroom, only to stop at another wall to kiss each other again, which makes you realize that you didn't even turn on a single light in your home. Both of you were cast in the natural light that seeped into your apartment through the windows.
He runs a hand down your back, and before it snakes its way past your side to encompass your exposed boob. Leaving a trail of warmth from his hand like a phantom vestige. You huff while your lips match the now familiar rhythm. He grips your hips tightly next, guiding you against the outline of his cock. It was almost like a dance, you were both drawn in, the sway of your hip to see if you could get a taste of what he would feel like sliding between your folds and teasing your clit.
The image it creates for you was enough to get a diminutive whimper that was half a moan. He tilts his hips into yours to keep them connected through the many layers that you had between the heat that the action was developing. While his hands were occupied with moving your groin into each other, you grabbed a hold of his face so that you could keep the sloppy make-out session going.
Higuruma pulls his face away from a moment with a couple of elated breaths of his own while he picks out a new surface to feel you on. He gives you a peck before guiding you both back onto a table, and gives you one more soft peck before flipping you around. Your round ass is now pressed up to his print just the way he wanted you to be.
You bend over the table a bit to press your rear more into him. You can feel him even more from behind, and he has more room to rut into you like a horny virgin. He has the thought to just hike up your dress and fuck you in your living room, but he thinks you deserve better than that. It's the least he could do when you were being his perfect little distraction, the stimulation he was looking for. Besides, it probably wouldn't be too comfortable in the future to have been fucked against a wooden table.
You settle for just getting handsy with you through both of your clothes. His hands continued their slow, heated exploration of your butt and hips. Hiromi lets out a groan, leaning over you, breathing in your scent with a huff.
"You smell so good it's making my cock twitch." He emphasized it by pulling you back into him so that you could feel the play he was throbbing in his pants. You wiggle your ass on him, and he lets out a hiss before bringing you up to his level.
He keeps his touch above the fabric for most of it, and he takes your exposed titty. Higuruma greeted his teeth, he feels like he could almost cum on touch if he wasn't careful. He kissed you right below the ear, which makes you shiver. It was so sensual, something light, but it felt so intense. His kisses follow the outline of your jaw as he leaves a trail of affection in their wake. His hand squeezes your breast a bit harder, his thumb brushing over your hard nipple. He pauses to whisper in your ear, and you almost think he has caught on to the fact that you found his voice so attractive.
"Can I leave marks?" He asked against your skin, nuzzling into your neck with his nose. You tell him yes, not really thinking about it too hard, depending on how dark he makes them, so it was best that you tell him to keep the hickeys are low and out of the way, something. Even now, you were worried about your work appearance, which made you frown a bit.
He keeps it to the shoulder at first, letting out a hum of acknowledgment. He could respect that, of course, and he respects you enough to make sure he keeps each mark he makes low. He tilts over to give some attention to your boob. He sucks on the skin, intentionally letting the marks form around the slope of your breast, and then an array of them just below your collarbone in a way that it looks like a constellation.
You bout felt like you were about to combust, so you took his hand and led them through the layout of your apartment and into your bedroom. It's even darker than your living room, but it doesn't matter.
"Can you… eat me out." He takes a second to undo this tie and his suit vest.
"Move to the edge for me." He asked you while pulling back his sleeves, and you clenched around nothing; he was so effortlessly attractive.
Moving to the edge of the dress, your dress was already pulled up out of the way, your panties on display, and you were grabbing your waistband—Higuruma grabs your hands to stop you. You remove his hands and watch him as he pushes your legs wider open for him.
He places a peck on your pussy over the fabric of your panties. His hand hovered over your thighs for a moment before he played with the plush fat of it, giving it a couple of squeezes and even a few bits. He breaths you end, the smell fully you, a musky human scent that was mixed with the aromatic essence of lotions and perfumes. He darts his tongue out to lick a long, slow stride over where you needed him. From your entrance to your clit, it makes you jump.
He presses his nose into you while he laps up your cunt through your panties, taking deep whiffs of you while he does it. It makes him groan, and he palms himself through his pants. Your natural scent was so hot to him, it's like he can pick up on the kind of say you had, the sweat from a day's wear. From your work to the bar to right here in this very moment, where he got to taste you. He could tell he was leaking in his boxers from just being able to spell you and kiss your clothed cunt.
Higuruma pulls your panties to the side to suck and gives open-mouth kisses at your entrance. You let out a girlish whine and buck your hips up into him while he keeps you still. He was getting hungrier for your taste. He worked relentlessly, licking you in wet strokes while his nose pressed more into you. He bobs his head and moves small circles to give attention to your clit. The obscene sounds alone were enough to make the slick squelch of his mouth between your thighs get louder, and those helpless little whimpers spilling from you were so cute, if not also super sexy.
He used a shaky hand to undo the button and zipper of his pants; his cock was starting to hurt from how hard it was. Freeing himself, he let out a breathy sigh against your skin. His cock is heavy, more on the longer side than thick, but it's sculpted in a way that you know it will feel just right inside you.
Trying to pull his attention back to your needy puss by closing your thighs around his face, his tired eyes shift down to look at you. Moving your hand to run through his spiky hair. You were panting, chest rising and falling while you took heavy breaths. His face has a sheen of your slick on the lower half of his face.
Higuruma closes his eyes and gives your clit more pressure as he tongues your gooey entrance. His free hand pumped slowly, just to tease and give some engagement to his neglected cock, precum dripping down his length as he gave him a few pumps at a time. His hips jerked in rhythm with his tongue, each stroke of his cock timed perfectly to the deep plunges his tongue was giving your pussy. The combined sensations, your taste on his tongue, your moans filling the quiet room, and the tight grip around his own cock, were driving him wild in a way he doesn't remember feeling before.
He could feel precum leaking heavily now, mixing with sweat as he pleasured both you and himself. He lets go of himself to push two fingers inside you at once to straighten you out. You felt like you could cum at any moment at this point, and you were surprised you were able to even hold out as long as you were. You just didn't want this to stop yet, wanted to stay on the cloud of pleasure for as long as he was willing to dive into your ocean of pleasure. To please you in such a passionate way, just by asking him.
Your legs trembled a few times, and your breath skipped here and there. Like you were gasping for air, you couldn't reach, and your face twitches and shifts to try and catch up to the man between your legs.
Hiromi noticed every tiny tremor, every hitched breath; your body was teetering on the edge, even in sleep. His tongue redoubled its efforts, lapping at your clit with sharp flicks while two fingers pushed inside deeper to curl just right against your walls. The wet sounds grew louder as his fingers descended deeper, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made your thighs shake violently. He could feel it, the tension coiling tighter and tighter beneath his mouth.
"Oh shit," You hum as you feel your eyes get glossy as if you were tearing up from how good this was all feeling.
Hiromi's fingers strained against your heat, each thrust met with velvety resistance that made his cock twitch painfully. The way you clenched around his fingers or tongue was maddening. His tongue never stopped working your clit, his nose pressed up into you as he sucks hard in tandem with the deep curls of his fingers.
You cum with a whimper and with your body vibrating, he pulls his finger out, he quickly shoved your panties back into place, ensuring they were thoroughly soaked with your release. The sight of them clinging to your sensitive skin, still twitching from the aftershocks— it sent another wave of heat through him.
"I want these later," he says, kissing your thighs, pulling away to admire.
You squirm in them, the cooling sensation making your head buzz and making you feel extra sticky. One last lingering look at his handiwork, your damp panties now ruined. He pushes his finger against your cunt, giving one more swipe to see how it was trying to become one with you.
You spend a bit of time staring at your ceiling, breathing hard, and trying to get the twitch of your eyelids. He was just watching you for a moment while taking off his button-up shirt.
"Want me to return the favor?" You asked him with shaky breaths.
"Don't bother, I need to be inside you." You moan at his words; they are dripping with lust for you and a desperation that he couldn't hide behind his close-knit exterior.
Both of you shuffle out the rest of your clothes, and you mentally say your goodbyes to this plain pair of panties you ruined. With his help, of course. You roll to the side to grab a condom from your personal drawer. It has a few other items that you may be collecting some dust on by now. You smile as you're glad you don't need to use them tonight. You already got your nut after all, so it won't really press you if you miss another.
He slides the condom on nice and slow, before getting between your legs. Giving your folds a few stipes has you realize how sensitive you really are. Drag his tip to push at your clit and then a bit into your entrance, and then repeat. Pushing his tip inside with a stern thrust until he was fully bottomed out within you. Letting out a few bated breaths has you a bit lightheaded. You were far too sensitive and pent up that you could feel yourself getting close to another orgasm with the first few thrusts.
He lets out a groan of his own as he feels the way you flutter against him, sucking him in, and a nice, welcoming warmth that somehow makes him feel at home. You pull him close, and it was almost like you two were lovers, husband and wife, and not just two strangers who decided to go at it after a bit of chatting at a bar.
He grabs your hips to control his thrust at an even pace, which has a vehemence that makes your bed shake. Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and he ruts into you with his eyes closed. You trace leisure patterns over his formed chest. Your own breast bouncing about with the shakes of your body, your legs squirm as you get close to tipping over.
You feel like you could have passed out this time around, your whole body tensing and trying to relax. Your back arched and fell, and you curved into yourself, while you cum around his cock, closing around him like a vice. You caused his movements to lose their constant rhythm, his kisses, his teeth, and he moves a bit faster to chase his own pleasure.
"You okay?" He mumbles as he leans down to swallow your moans and kiss and suck on your breast.
"Yes," You nod and melt into him as he cums with a few firm bucks of his hips. He takes a few moments before carefully pulling out of you. He peels off the condom and throws it away carefully. Then you guide him through your things to get you a towel, and he wets it a bit with some warm water.
You extend your arms out to him, beckoning, and he scans your slick form somehow, radiating a glow even in the dark. He helps carefully clean you off with the damp part of the towel, then goes over you again with the dry part with even more care. You let him take care of you. It's nice while he pats you dry before he slides his arm under you and pulls you into a hug. Both of you cuddle up in your bed, which now feels a bit damp from sweat. Not that either of you cared about that fact.
You both breathe in each other's musk, just taking in the silence, a peaceful silence. His hand rubs along your bare skin slowly, kissing you on the tips of your shoulder and hands, and pulling you closer to him as much as you can. Melting against him while you interlace your fingers with one of his own.
"Even now, you smell so good." He breathes you end slowly with a please hum.
"I smell like sex." You look back at him, bumping noses in the process, while you turn over to look up at him more.
"I know that doesn't change my statement," He let out an amused puff while he played with a coil of your hair. He was careful not to pull on it when he did.
"Stay the night, won't you?" You asked with a hopeful expression. It made you giddy to have this man in your bed, this experience, and even to this moment right now.
"I will… I definitely want to." He tells you, his voice low as if he reveals that he wants to stay as much as you want him.
"We both needed this, didn't we? I feel like I can really relax with you." Higuruma's chest tightened at your admission; a wave of affection hits him when you say. He kisses your cheek for a moment while he agrees with you that he needed this, and he was at peace.
You side out of his hold to use the bathroom, your legs throb with a tender stiffness that feels too good, like a good workout. You come back to him with a happy hum; you sure weren't acting like this was a one-night stand. This felt natural, real in a way that you didn't want to lose.
You both get lulled to sleep soon after, the comforting talk falling into a murmur of sighs and snores, resting soundly like two lazy cats for the entirety of the night.
The sun seeps through the window as you wake up, still tangled up in Higuruma's arms and legs. You stare at his sleeping form, and you would have assumed he was an early riser, but here he was still claimed by sleep. You don't want to get up just yet, and your body is still heavy. You run a light trace with your fingers over the creases of his arm, then up until you reach his face. His brows were void of worry, and his lips were slightly parted; he looked so calm at the moment, especially in contrast to when you first saw him at the bar.
Your light touches seem to have caused him to wake, with slow movements, blinking into reality before shifting to look at you. You almost think that he was going to fall back to sleep. But he gets up slowly, untangling himself with you before running a hand through his hair.
"Morning, handsome, hope you slept well." You test your voice out for the first time today, and it's a bit hoarse from excessive use.
"I did." He tells you with a tired voice. Your bed is soft, and your body is warm, so he slept very well, actually.
You both get dressed after a shower to wake yourself up, and then you wish him goodbye as he leaves to go on his merry way. You have a cute, fluffy robe draped over your body, leaning on the door to watch him go. Once you head back, you make yourself a simple breakfast while watching TV. There wasn't anything really that interesting on, and you just end up watching something you've watched at least several times over.
You pick up your dress that you had left on the ground among other pieces of your clothes, but your panties were in fact nowhere to be found. You were a bit pressed about the theft, but it wasn't like he didn't tell you he was going to take them. You wondered what he would use them for, but you don't have to guess what would happen to the undies you have lost.
The next few days were back to the hum buzz of work life, back to the smiles and 2d chats with coworkers. Between the papers and reports, you had to do it; you can't help but think about the fun encounter you had with the tired lawyer Higuruma.
He was in the same boat, and that wasn't good in his place of work, between taking the precise care to go over a case file. He can easily work and focus when he's at work, but any breaks or off time would cross his mind. It was like you were occupying a space in his head whenever he would start to feel the weight of his work.
You both had good chemistry; that much was true.
So what would be the harm in wanting to see each other again?
To hope that they would see each other again.
When either of you gets a chance, you would hang out at the bar for a little while to see if you could meet by chance again. However, it seemed like their schedule just weren't aligning with each other. Both of them were just about ready to give up on you ever meeting again. That it would all end up just being a one-night stand encounter after all, where neither would meet again.
You were on your way out of the bar for the umpteenth time, not having gotten anything besides a single shot; you were definitely being desperate, and it was about time you started doing something other than trying to will a meeting with a guy who laid good pipe. You were mentally scolding yourself on the way out that you jump when a pair of arms stopped you from colliding.
Of all the people, it had been the man you were embarrassingly smitten with.
Higuruma Hiromi.
"Oh… It's you." You hold back from cheesing like a little kid and keep your voice tame. You only managed to do one with your voice.
"It is…"
"Glad to see you around with the living still." You mostly joke.
"Yeah, guess getting a chance to see you again kept me going." He tells you with a low tone, and you are awed a bit at his comment. It was sweet just as much as it was relatable.
"Yeah? I can't say I haven't been thinking of you either." You tell him honestly.
Your talk was mostly just you all catching up with each other, making you realize how boring both of you seemed to be. It gives the vision that you could mix things up together for both of you if he were willing to agree to the idea you had in mind.
"How about this, Mr. Higuruma? We exchange numbers and agree to something casual that gets us to keep seeing each other from time to time. " He pauses for a moment before pulling out his phone from one of his pants pockets.
"Sounds like a plan to me." You exchange numbers, and you text with a simple spelling of your name, and then put your phone away.
The two of you head out of the bar together, you could start your new friend with benefits arrangement now since you were both so willing to see each other.
"I plan to return the favor for the last time," you say while tracing a finger along the dip of his jaw.
Once you take him to your bedroom for the second time, start undoing his clothes between kisses to his face. Hiromi lets you take the lead, being able to drop his guard and simply be able to basically turn his brain off was really a blessing on your part. Each layer of his outfit was abandoned either on your bed or on the floor, and once you have more access to his skin, you lick him. It makes him shiver, and he closes his eyes as he melts into the gentle exploration of his taut form. Open-mouth kisses to his pecks and nips at his stomach get him hard quickly; it was like you had a skill, a switch to flip and turn him on.
He lets out light sighs and huffs while you amp him up with anticipation for what was to come. Hopefully, that would be him. Your lipstick is leaving vibrant marks on his light skin. Then you undo his belt, and he helps you pants him, his cock springs free in front of you. It was almost like it was bigger somehow, up close and in your face. You kiss his tip as if he were an ice cream that you were about to devour. His precum acts like a layer of gloss as you give him a teasing peck.
You drench his shaft with saliva before taking him fully in your mouth. Your eyes never leave his face for long. It was very hot the way he was becoming puddy in you… Well, your mouth.
"So good," you hear him hiss out with a breathy moan.
You bob your head to a nice rhythm that he seemed to react the most to, and you let him buck his hips here and there as he gets closer to filling your mouth with his seed. You grip his thigh as you swallow him entirely, filling your mouth as he reaches the back of your throat. Your throat tries to close around him, sucking him in more and getting a bit teary-eyed as it tries to trigger your gag reflex. You watch him cry out for you, and you can feel him throbbing in your mouth, and he cum down your throat.
You let out a few pants as you let him loose with a wet pop.
Hiromi was quick to pull you up to him once he could move again. It was like you had hypnotized him, and once he could, he would ruin you all over again.
You both get into a sexually charged routine where, whenever you both have free time, you hang out at one of your homes, eat a meal together, or do something meal-related before having sex. Throughout the few months when you could, you both seemed to spend time together. Getting closer with each other both mentally and physically, even when one was more obvious than the other.
On a Tuesday, you let Hiromi bend you over his sofa while he fucked you from behind. With him. Your juices were dripping on your thighs while his dick slipped into you at an almost feral gait. You circle your clit while he fucks you, and you flutter around him, each throb joined with a sound of desire.
Another day when you both have a Wednesday free, you get to be on top, grinding yourself on his pelvic bone, rocking your hips to fuck yourself on his length. He had to keep himself from bouncing you up and down his cock. But Hiromi, if anything was a patient. You start going from grinding to rocking to fully bouncing on top of him. You had your hands on his chest to help guide your movements better. Your thighs were burning so much that they shook with adrenaline, and your cunt spasms at the same time you feel his body reach his own climax.
You both seemed to have work on every Thursday, so in some shape or form, you can kiss a chance to do much of anything besides texting each other. You catch yourself a few times getting giddy with text and happy to just chat about other things that weren't sex related.
Friday, what seemed to have been a month out since the last time they saw each other, was met with a passionate meeting with a couple of walls in Higuruma's home. He has you pressed up against a wall, he's holding you up with surprising ease, you knew he was strong, but you weren't small, so it was something to get you even hotter. He kisses you with a sloppy tongue while he fucks up into you. As you get closer to cumming you bite down on Hiromi's shoulder while your long nails dig into his back. It makes him tumble over the edge himself, with a string of breathy curses as he fills his condom, and you follow after, both of you end up having to collect yourselves when it's over, and you share a bath.
Saturday was a romantic night for both of you; you had the closest thing to a date thus far, even if it was a stay-at-home kind of thing. A movie night and a cuddle deep into the night, where you almost didn't have sex, and when the heat between you both grew warm. He pulls you into his lap, and you continue to cuddle. You moved together in slow, sensual strides, you were holding hands and kissing at such an unhurried pace. You almost feel the need to say I love you, the thought crosses your mind in a way that makes your heart drum loudly in your ears. The only sounds that echoed throughout the house were bated breaths and the music of the end of the movie. You didn't even care that you both didn't have any protection in the moment, you could take something later.
Sunday, you both were in the throes of cuddling up together while he fucked you from the side, which was most likely the final mental straw you had left. You want to bite the bullet and go ahead and confess, so when he pulls out his cum a pretty contrast when he cums across your brown skin, leaving both of you breathless. He moves first to clean you up, already knowing the layout of your house by this point. He cleans you up, and once he is done, you roll over on your back.
"I don't think I can keep doing this." You told him, half-muttering into your pillow.
"What?" You turned to look at him a bit, and you watched as he physically deflated while he went through several things in his head.
"I think… I want more." Your face felt hot as you said it.
"I get what you mean…I definitely like you more than just getting to fuck you. But let me think a bit first." He tells you honestly that he knows this is a valuable topic, and he wants to make sure that he does what's right by both of them because he doesn't want to mess anything up.
With this, they both turn their perspectives to something more romantic and slow. They go on a regular date thing. It's hard, in a way that's like a new divorcee trying to get back in the dating pool after 20+ years of marriage. Clearly, they hadn't been doing much of this for a while, so they have to be patient and open as they navigate something that was hopefully going to be a stable long-term relationship. To try things out outside of a casual FWB but as a working unit to see if they can do something more.
All the while together, they learn and grow with each other as they work on taking healthy steps to be better to themselves.
Hey can you make a hybrid fic where Sukuna is a farmer, or something like that and reader is the hybrid that keeps trying to eat his livestock so he punishes her 🤤
Wolf Turned Dog
Tags: leash + collar, degradation, rough sex, biting, scratching, hybridAu, dubcon, humiliation, teasing, manhandling, pet play, name calling, oneshot
Sukuna lives alone, at least in the sense of people that is. He wasn't void of work or company; plenty of livestock kept him busy enough every day. From cows to sheep and chickens, as well as all of them keep him on his toes. What more could a man want if not a huge hunk of land and a house he owns fully? A wife, maybe, but that wasn't on his mind, especially not now when he was dealing with a pest problem. A guard dog would be a better investment in his current plight.
You… are the pest.
You had almost killed one of his sheep, got to two of his chickens, and he had to put down a calf because of you. All over the past months, he was sick of you.
"Greedy bastard." He kissed his teeth as he had to clean up your mess from the last kill— his calf. Sukuna is pissed, and he hasn't even actually seen you in full. Only enough of you to know that you were one of those hybrids. The undomesticated kind, unlike the ones that end up like house pets and zoos.
You needed to be dealt with, here and now.
Farmkuna goes off to his nearest store that has what he needs; it's several miles out in his truck. Buys a few things to try and keep you away. Clearly, they weren't working as he had tried before, so now he was going to take a more active measure with a trap and collar.
He does his rounds around his farm, making sure everything is in order. Then finds a spot to place the trap for you. He also set up a camera to make sure he could be alerted when you got stuck. A smirk lands on his face as he knows that you would be caught the next time you tried to fill your belly with his livestock.
A few nights passed before he was alerted about something—no, you had been caught. Sukuna's large form moves to get you, his tools in hand. You were his now.
When he saw you, like really saw you, he paused to give you a once-over. More or less a few glances over. Ogling you, visage matted, naked, clawed, and baring gnawing teeth, your rounded ears pushed back as you growled at him, and your tail flared with fluff and fear. The air was faint with dew and sweat, high alert, you were caught.
You had never been caught before, and by a human no less. There was no telling what he was going to do to you. Looking up, you try to intimidate him, hoping that it will give you time to escape.
Sukuna moves with purpose, collaring you up with a thick choker. You barely have a chance to do much besides rip up his shirt a little when he is close enough. He doesn't flinch, just shrugs the shirt off and tosses it onto you. Humans were iffy about nakedness, and you hardly knew why, but you assumed that's why he took it off, or maybe you actually did do some kind of damage, and now he didn't deem the shirt good enough for him to wear. It smells like him, rich in his scent and warm, that flees from one body to the next.
A flannel you don't know how to rebutton. You slide the arm parts on and keep it pushing.
The farmer unhooks the trap, and you waste no time; you try to make a run for it, only to get choked out in the attempt. The more you yanked away, the tighter this collar got. You whimpered, and that only seemed to make his smirk grow wider. He may be a human, but he was radiating the energy of a beast.
Your tail curls around your leg, and your ears flatten. Were you going to die?
He tugs on the chain connected to a metal chain. He pulls you forward, and you're fast to follow, lest you get choked.
Next thing you know, is that you're on his porch. chained up like a house pet. What the fuck. You weren't some dog. He leaves you hooked up to the fence while he heads inside.
"Take the shirt off," he says, staring down at you, not kind in the slightest. Probably still mad about you killing some of his animals. But how could anyone blame you for following instincts for easy food, and girls gotta eat.
You peel it off, and he takes it and drops it on the fence.
You gasped and sputtered out a silent sound as a huge bucket of water was dumped over top of you.
You glare up at the human ass, only to lengthen the whole process of him trying to clean you. Why? You couldn't tell.
By the end of all the water pouring and scrubbing and at least one good bite on his tattooed wrist, however, you were a bit defeated, nonetheless. All a bit disorienting. Once you were cleaned, he dragged you inside his home, muscles locked into action as you fuck up his pouch with your claws. He muttered a curse at you.
The inside of his home was warm, but the floor felt so cold on your damp skin.
"What am I going to do with you?" He cleaned up his wrist, which bears your mark on it. You stare at it for a moment too long, and you can't help but think it looks good on him, wondering what a few more would look like on him as you are distracted.
To lost in your fantasy, you stop paying attention.
"Bitch, I'm talking to you!" Sukuna was right in front and glaring down at you. He grips your face, hard; your lips and your cheeks are puckered.
"What" you attempt to speak, but it came out muffled and your throat hoarse, from lack of use. You are forced to look up at him in his grasp; he's handsome, just as much as he was scary.
"Oh~ so you talk— Well, now it's time for you to listen." He sits in a chair, pulling you with him, seated right between his legs. Sukuna thinks about what he could do; you needed a lasting lesson for all the trouble you caused him.
He lets go of your face, replacing his hand on the metal of the leash connected to the collar you had on. Sukuna caresses your face before pinching your ear.
"Oh," you snarl at him and shift your head away from him. "Look, I'm sorry." You don't meet his eyes.
"Are you now? Didn't seem that way when you took bites out of my calf. " He grimaced at you. "Or killing my chickens… or my sheep." He added on with a few more things.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry for that, I can't give your animals back." It's true they were long and gone, and that is the issue.
"Yeah, so you're gonna have to make it up to me." How did he expect you to do that exactly? You were worried to find out. He pets your head, the same way you would pet a dog before asking them to perform tricks for your entertainment. "You're going to become my guard dog."
Huh?
"Guard…dog." You blink at him; he was cheesing at you like this was some big joke. It wasn't funny.
"That's right, pet. You're getting tamed." Oh, he was crazy, you think to yourself.
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Sukuna was very serious in his comments about trying to tame you, but you weren't making it easy. You are a wild animal after all, no matter how human you looked or acted; those animal instincts found their way to shine through. The first thing he wanted to tackle was making sure that you didn't kill any more of his animals.
You are trying to fight off your instinct for the sake of your safety, and you have learned it fast or else. It was weird how much this human has the ability to assert dominance over you the way he does.
One day, Sukuna caught you getting ready to pouch at one of his animals early on, and his solution was to kick you in the back and pin you to the ground.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He adds more of his heavy body weight onto you, causing a whine to be squeezed out of you.
"Nothing…" Your lies were so obvious that not even you believed them. Your tail swayed as if there wasn't anything to worry about, like his shoe wasn't dirtied, the shirt that he gave you, it wasn't like you cared about the shirt anyway.
But him stepping on you was not appreciated, not one bit, but he would only use your squirming under him, that you weren't taking him seriously.
"Don't lie to me, you mangy mutt." He used your tail to pull you back towards him. You howled out in pain at the feeling, tears welling in your eyes.
"Stop! That hurts," You growl at him. He just thinks that it's amusing.
"Oh yeah~" He gives your tail another tug, and you shirk. "I can do much worse if you try to eat any of my animals again, got it?" It wasn't a request; it was a warning, a single demand that was in your best interest to listen to.
"I'm sorry." He lets your tail go after that, and you let out a short sigh before he drags you back inside by your collar. He lets out a hum before letting go once the two of you are inside the house.
You take the shirt off that he gave you, leaving you naked as the day you were born yet again. You hold the shirt up, looking at the dust and gunk that was left behind from Sukuna's shoe.
He turns around to see that you have nothing on besides the collar, and he pauses.
"The hell are you doing, stupid?" His eyes trail up and down your figure. Heat falling down to his crotch, he moves to fix his pants with a frown. Thinking that something was definitely wrong with you in some way or form.
"What's your problem?" You huff at him. He couldn't possibly be mad for something he caused. Alas, that was exactly the case, it seemed.
"Watch your mouth," he gruffs at you while he inches closer. But his voice held no real malice here, at least. In fact, he was radiating an intense body heat that you could feel the sticky aura clinging to your own skin.
You zip it.
Sukuna, before he gets the sense to stop himself, he grabs a handful of your breast in his hands. Your back arched into his wide hands, filling them in with your chest; a breathy whine escaped you as he squeezed.
His chest rumbled with a hum. He traces his nails into the flesh of your tits before he moves to pinch your nipples. Your mouth trembled, and you bit your lip to keep the sound that bubbled in your throat.
"I'm going to bed," He noticed you holding back, and it seems to get his senses in order, and he pulls away while kissing his teeth.
You watch him go up the stairs to his room, your tail wags slowly, and your ears flatten at the same time that you can feel the arousal of his actions forming between your legs. You were standing in place in his living room as if he were going to simply come back to finish what he started.
But you realized that he wasn't going to, so you moved to join him upstairs. crawling upstairs on all fours and sneaking into his room while he slept.
His breathing was slow, and your eyes twitched to hear any movement or sound to hear him. Your eyes dilate to see in the dark, and you inch closer and closer. Sukuna looked so peaceful while he rested, and you moved to crawl onto his bed.
You press your naked body into him, taking in his scent. Just straddling him over the top of his thick blanket. What were you doing? What would be achieved from doing this? You didn't really think too hard about it until now.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sukuna wakes up, voice groggy with rest and a scowl across his face. He sits up, causing you to fall back with a oof.
You had been caught, and Sukuna looked pissed.
You try to scamper off, knocking over a vase in the hall as you dip out of his room. He quickly gets up after you, following you as you get closer to the stairs. You could assume that you were about to get murdered by him. That you had truly fucked up and you were going to die. Before you could even descend a single stair, he grabs you, causing a yelp to pierce the halls.
He had your hair and one of your sensitive ears in his hand, dragging you back into his room.
"Wait, what did I do wrong?" Your claws dug into the wood of his floor.
"You don't think it's weird, watching me sleep." Sukuna didn't really have much to be mad at besides being woken up at first, but now you had torn up his floor and broken a vase, and that had caused his tired state to reach an irrational anger that he was going to take out on you.
"First, you're going to apologize for being in my room, then clean the mess you made."
He plops back on his bed and forces you onto his lap. He lets go of your hair and gives your ears a gentle caress as if a silent apology for having grabbed hold of them. It makes you shiver the— a shape flat hand his your rear.
"Ah!" You jump but don't dare move in case he does something worse than a slap.
He brought his hand down again and then again to the same spot, and you were sure that there was a red mark forming on your bottom. Your tail curls away from his movements. Hiding the growing wetness that was trying to form for a second time. You don't know what this human was doing to you, but his constant dominating presence was making you dizzy.
You keep muttering your apologies, and he stops spanking you to run a hand on top of the mark of his handprint. Once you were sure he was done, you moved to clean as he watched you with unmoving eyes. Cleaning up the glass of the vase and your carving of the floor, the best you could. Once you were done, he gave you one of the blankets on his bed, threw it on top of you, and then he kicked you out of his room.
You go to sleep on his couch; his blanket smells so much like him that it lulls you to sleep in no time.
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You were left thinking, if this is the kind of stuff that happens, that causes hybrids to end up being dominated. Most of the farm animals were still wary of you, but you were keeping them safe now, Aka not eating them. The Farmer, Sukuna, was very serious about making you a guard dog in place for you to repent for being a pain in his side and making sure you stayed in line. You didn't try to escape. He keeps you on a tight leash, literally and figuratively, but hey, you have a place to stay that wasn't in a hole in a tree, as well as easy food.
Easy food if you didn't think too hard about the fact that you had to put your pride aside to get said easy food. Begging and waiting and then more begging were in your routine, so you were sure that he was getting off to all of this.
He would cook, and you would watch him cook after making sure all the animals were in their proper place for the night(of course, this was after he had already checked himself), then he would set two plates. You would watch him eat like a hungry pet waiting to get permission to eat. Pass, you would scoff at the notion of needing permission to eat, but you learned that lesson already when he made you eat off the floor for eating without his say.
He'd eat at least half of his plate of food before even glancing at you on your knees beside him. Your tail wags on its own a few times before you grab it.
"You happy about something?" He pauses his eating.
"No." Your tail is trying to betray you. You want attention, that's all, but who in their right mind would tell someone like him that?
He looks away from you to take another bite of his food, and he tells you that you can eat, so you do, taking place in the chair right next to him. You scarf down the food, and while you gorge yourself, your tail starts wagging again.
Sukuna talks it in his hand, pulling it in his direction. A shiver runs up you, and you yelp.
"You think you can just wag that tail of yours to get whatever you want? That I've forgiven you for all the mess." Your body was facing away from him; it made your ears tingle at any sound he was making.
Your ears flattened against your head, and you looked away while you chewed. "…No. I didn't even do anything," you grumbled.
"Exactly, pest. You can't even muster a thank you," Sukuna said with a grimace. A thank you for what exactly you didn't even know.
"What am I thanking you for anyway?" That makes his eye twitch at this.
"For keeping your ass in my home. Being so generous to give you work and not send you off to some zoo." He slumps back on his chair.
"What exactly am I supposed to do to thank you?" You hold your tongue from pulling a mocking tone as you speak, but it comes out that way since you seem to lack a filter.
"How about you stop running that fucking mouth and put it to use elsewhere."
You can get what he means more than enough; you were a wild animal after all. It doesn't take a large testament of intelligence to get that he wants to fuck you. Shifting your weight to move between his legs, you trail, brushing at the underside of the table. Resting your head on his lap and looked up at him.
Sukuna looked down at you with a smirk. You lick his pants a few times, causing your tongue to dry against the fabric. You drool as you watch his cock get hard from under his pants, creating a prominent tent. He lets out a hiss before pulling them down to show off his sculpted dick, veins out in a decorative display.
You don't get to waste time admiring it for long. Sukuna pulls you forward onto him. You kiss him, then lick him before taking him in your mouth. You fight your urge to run your sharp teeth along him as you swallow him up.
"You fucking suck at this." He scoffs with a breathy huff, running his hand through your hair to pull you off of him with a quickness. He shouldn't be surprised at the end of the day, since you were a hybrid.
His cock springs back with a wet sheen of spit. His tip is a haughty pink that almost matches his hair. Sukuna pulls you off the ground and hoists you up on his shoulder as he moves to throw you on the couch.
He lies you down on your back, looming over you. Your heart was beating, and your eyes constrict as if you were on the prow.
"Looks like you can't even show your gratitude on your own… useless." He pulls one of your legs up to your shoulder and sinks his teeth into your calf. Hard.
"OW!" You howl out.
He then added another, and then another, each one holding the same intense verve. Yanking away from him, you stare at the marks that he had littered across your leg for a few moments. They felt like they were stirring something up within you. Like each animal instinct was choking up at the surface. You could see each indent that his teeth made on your legs.
You jump him, he stumbles back, and you are on top of him, drooling and with a hungry look on your face. Your claws dig into him, and he looks up at you with an equally lustful gaze. He runs a hand between your legs to see how wet you are. It was enough, he'd manage.
"Trying to mount me like the beast you are, huh?" He slaps the side of your thighs like he was egging you on.
You pant as you lean down to bite a deep mark into the flesh of his shoulder. He yanks you back by your hair, and you whine, but it was already too late for him, as you had already decided that he was yours.
"Why'd you pull me away?" You move to try to lick the mark, but he keeps you firmly in place by your curls.
"Who gave you the right to bite me bitch?" He pinched your face roughly. Playing with your cheeks for a second before letting your face go.
Your eyes sparkle, and your tail wags a bit, and you slide back into his cock, angling back so that his tip is trying to push inside you. His grip loosens, and you both let out a needy sound as you move to get him inside. Eventually, he was all the way inside, bottoming out at the hilt.
You selfishly rock your hips, focusing on yourself before, your cunt flutters around his cock, and you look down at him. Sukuna was staring at you with an expressionless face, holding your hips tightly as you basically hump him like the bitch in heat you were becoming. He finds it almost amusing how you struggled to truly get the relief that you wanted. He liked watching you fail to get off so much that he didn't even bother holding back his laughter. You pause and whine out at him, your nails scratching into his skin and causing red lines in their walk.
"Help me!" You pant and slam your hip into him a few times, as your thighs burn with energy. Your tail is swiping back and forth in a restless manner, and your nails pricked into his skin as you held on to him.
"No," He laughs in a breathy sound as he slaps the side of your thighs to roughly tease you. A devious grin crossed his face as he slumped back on the armrest of the couch. He wants you to struggle; he likes to watch you pant and shake as you try to ride him.
You growl at him, but it was so lackluster that he couldn't even bother saying anything about it. It was all in your effort to try and keep going, despite the burning of your legs that was somehow finding its way into your lungs. Your skin was sticky with sweat, and your inner thighs were moist with slick. You tilt your hips in a way that makes your cunt spasm in a way that was needy, wanting, and unsatisfied.
"Please… Help me." You whimper, falling onto his chest as you lose the energy to keep moving your weakening legs. You kiss his chest with open-mouth affections.
"Fine, fine, fine," He groans, more so for the loss of what was starting to be a good rhythm for him. He could tell you were also enjoying the sloppy riding from the white rings and gushes of your loud pussy. Sukuna sits up, flipping you over so that you are folded into yourself so that he can fuck you from behind.
"Gonna do you like the animal you are." He pushes into you. No point in denying himself or you, he guessed. Sukuna snatches your tail in one hand and the other on your hip. He rams into you roughly, setting up a mean pace that keeps the oxygen in your brain low and mind fuzzy.
You were drooling on his couch cushion and moaning like there was no tomorrow. Your whines and whimpers weren't nearly as loud as the plapping that both of your hips made as he slams into you. Clenching around his cock every time he bottomed out of you caused you to tremble all over again. It wasn't going to be long before you came, and Sukuna would let you only because he was close himself.
Granted, Sukuna was gonna cum soon himself, he doesn't get much play being a farmer by himself doesn't leave him much option. He could almost thank you for all the headaches you had created for him with how good your body was for him. Your walls hugged around his cock in such a smug manner he would have thought you were squeezing him on purpose; if you were competent enough, that is.
You whine as he tightens around your tail, but he wasn't going to let up since you were fluttering around him so much. Clearly, you liked it enough to be cumming around him this much.
Reluctantly, he pulls out of you once you are done with your climax. The last thing he wanted was to get you pregnant.
"Get on the floor, hands up." He groans out as he fist his cock in an intimate hold. With a few pumps into his hand, he shoots his loud into your face and hands. He moans, his pink hair damp and his eyebrows furrowed as he closes his eyes while he cums. He kissed his teeth when he watched a few blobs land onto his hardwood floor.
You let him cum on your face and hand, you were still panting from your high, and his seed sticks to your skin in a clingy warmth. Your ears perk up, and your tail wags as you get to watch the elated look of pleasure on his face. You bring your cupped hands to your face and bring the leftovers of his semen. Licking your palms clean like a dog would its bowl of water. Sukuna watched as you did, and it almost got him hard again at the image of you cleaning his cum off yourself.
"God, you really are a dog, make sure you lap up the stuff on the floor while you're at it." He moves to leave, cleaning himself off before deciding to busy himself with other things while still being nearby to watch you. As if he couldn't be bothered with all the moments you had shared.
You get down to the ground as you bring your mouth to the floor. Slurping up the cooling nut that hit the ground until it was all gone. Bobbing your head as you lap up each cooling strip of his cum.
"That's right slut. Drink it up," Sukuna was sure that you would be doing a lot of this kind of thing, where he has you physically and metaphorically looking up at him. In your place as his little guard dog.
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A fae king putting an enchantment on fem reader he has a fancy for. When she sleeps she sleepwalks to his domain and sleep fucks him. He cleans her up and she sleepwalks back home and wakes up unaware of what happened.
You were so pretty, so cute, and perfect. At least that's what Jamaru thought. Or as you knew him, Jay, your very kind neighbor. They liked to watch over you, that was all, nothing weird or creepy.
Leaving you little gifts and making sure they hear your door when you're out late at night. They always greeted you when you ran into each other, and they stayed mindful to be as courteous as they possibly could, so they were your favorite neighbor.
You would take them happily, eating each delicious snack and drinking whatever drink, with no care in the world. Maybe you should have been more cautious than you were, but they were your nice, welcoming neighbor. The treats lingered on your tongue for the rest of the day whenever you had one.
You looked so tired as you made your way into a home, you wanted to blow off a bit of your work-life/ everything stress that you were currently getting a surplus of these last few days. But whatever she was about to start ovulating soon, so she was going to go to town behind the closed doors of your home.
You undress, shower, and head to bed. You know you wanted to relieve stress and such, but the moment you crashed onto your bed, you were wrapping the covers around your naked body, and you fell asleep within a few minutes of trying to find something to get off to.
Your body shifts in place as you drift off to dreamland. When you had pulled a pillow between your legs, your dream had taken on a more sensual nature. You were humping your pillow like a dog in heat as you, in tune, were pressed up against someone in your dream. Letting out soft, sleepy moans that escaped your lips. The dream person you were on was whispered in your ear; it was hot against your skin, causing it to prickle up your hair. The voice is smooth yet husky and feminine and masculine all at once, as if the voice had come from more than one person. Your body was pressing your thighs tighter against the pillow.
You wake up with a shiver, body hot, and a bit out of breath as you wake up before you even get close enough to feel satisfaction. Your alarm was going off, meaning you would be spending the rest of the day pent up, and you would just have to ignore it while you were at work.
A day off far and in between with nothing really better to do, has you bored, so bored that you go downstairs to grab any mail you may have gotten, most likely junk mail and bills you may have forgotten, or maybe even a notice from a subscription you didn't know you were still paying.
Heading to grab them, you're surprised to see your favorite hall neighbor, who was also getting his mail. They are handsome, almost too close to perfection as far as you could tell, and they always seem to have time for you. Plain old you who is still in their pajamas, you.
"Morning, beautiful. " They turned his head in your direction, eyes boring into you as his words almost made you snort for a moment, if it didn't make your heart sputter for a second.
"Morthing…um Morning. How are you?" You fuck up your words and hope they won't say anything about it. Which they thankfully don't.
"I'm good, got no plans today," Jay told you while they closed his mailbox. You wished that they would invite you over or something along those lines. It says you had a crush on them, which would probably be an embarrassing understatement.
"Wow, really, same, got the day off, and I think I'm just going to lounge around the house." You smile at him while unlocking the little mail, glancing inside to see the little mail that you did actually have in the little compartment.
"That's fun, I plan to bake some more treats for the day, I'll stop by and give you some when they're done," they tell you with a smile.
"oh you don't have to. " You grab the envelopes.
"I insist, otherwise they might go to waste," they say a bit more firmly as they wave you goodbye and leave for their residence.
You also leave for your door after getting the mail, and watch a few cheesy movies after a shower. You do some light cleaning, dishes, and whatnot before a knock chimes on your door. Answering it, you see that it's Jay, with a cake slide in hand, and your mouth forms an O shape.
"Would you try it? I think it might be too sweet," they hand you the slice, which you happily take and move to your kitchen to get a fork. His eyes never leave you as you move to try it, like they couldn't miss you taking the first bites of the treat they had made.
You take the first bite, and it almost melts in your mouth, soft, homey somehow, and you shiver a bit. It is sweet, but it was almost addictive because of how sweet it was. You were sure that if Jay wasn't watching, you would have dug into it without a second thought. Letting out a sigh as the first bite is swallowed, you look over at Jay, who is still standing at the entrance of your door, watching and waiting for you to say something.
"It… It's really good. If you told me you were a professional baker, I would believe you. Thank you, " they smiled at you when you said that, his teeth picking through as it spread.
"I really appreciate that. I can get you more whenever you like," they told you and waited for you to nod before leaving for his home. You finish the slice of cake, licking your lips, and go about your day, thinking about how nice it was that Jay would give you something they baked, and how happy you would be if they planned to let you taste other treats that they made.
You collapse onto your bed yet again after your long day. It was even later for you to come home since you had to make sure to feed yourself by going shopping, and now you don't even have the motivation to actually cook a real meal. You order something instead and KO on your bed after a short shower. You fall asleep a couple of hours later.
In the night, you yet again seem to stir to life, and action possesses your limbs as you get up and slump. You walk into the living room, lying on the couch. In your dream, you were wrapping a cloud over you like a blanket, but in reality, it was one of your pillows.
But then you seemed like your dream had taken yet another sexual turn, with the clouds turning into tentacles, but then it turned into a person, and anyone could make the assumption of what could happen next. You were sure that it may have been the same one from the first dream. You were on the strong thigh of a person you couldn't quite get the features to unfuzzy themselves in your vision.
You, at some point, get up and brush up against the armrest of the couch; it felt good, so your body moves to repeat the motion. You were humping the couch like a dog in heat, grinding your clit into the couch. You take a step back, tripping over the carpet and stubbing your toe. causing you to wake up yet again, with moist thighs and a fading need.
But now that you had woken up, you could have sworn that the person you were grinding on might have been your neighbor, but even though they looked a bit different, ethereal even.
Jay was reading a book in their natural form, their long hair cascading down their chair and stopping barely above the floor. They had just gotten back from his real home; it felt like they were gone all day, and all they could do was think about you. The human right across from him. Jamaru could spend his days watching you if they really wanted; you owed him that much, if not more. They were a generous king, however, and they knew you would come to him like you were supposed to soon enough. They just didn't know how soon it would actually be.
When they heard knocking at the door. It was pretty late, so who the hell could be knocking at his door?
They shifted his form back to his human disguise as they walked to the door. When Jay opened the door, they weren't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't you standing at the door with the strap of your satin lace cami falling off your shoulder and in your panties.
Jay's eyes blew open as they grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, quickly shutting the door behind the two of you.
"What are you doing out this late, and wearing just that?" They basically whispered and yelled while they looked you up and down. From your thighs, and the slight wet spot of your panties from the first signs of arousal. Jamaru's eyes wandered up to the loose cami strap handing off the smooth skin of your shoulder. They couldn't help but think this was a bold plan to fuck him, and they certainly wouldn't refute that. They guide you to one of the couches, leaning you down on the cushions.
You were sure you were dreaming, and in that dreaming you had the freedom to be bold and take action. Everything was fussy, but you were telling Jay how you thought he was hot, confessing at the door like you were some schoolgirl in a romance movie. Jay drags you inside, mumbling something you can't quite make up and then he kisses you.
Jay wasn't going to pass you up, and if things go according to plan, they won't be letting you go either.
"Mmh— Jay…" You moaned softly as you leaned against him. You were so cute like this, nuzzling your head against his chest, your soft hair tickling his skin, and your warm breath. Jay reached out a hand to gently caress the side of your face.
Just being able to touch your skin like this had its perks. Jamaru slips out of his own first layer of clothing, as well as his shift, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. They were still in his human form, but who knows how long that would last. His cock pushed against his boxers, trying to escape from the front.
Jay was trying his hardest to be patient for your sake, human for your sake, though deep down they was ready to burst at the seams and take you fully. To mark your body as his true self, like they had been preparing you to be accustomed to in your dreams.
He let your body do the talking, letting you raise your hips to try to reach him while Jay pressed up flush against you. When they pulled away, his ears twitched as if even in human form, they were tuned into the sound you would let out. He'd give you what you wanted soon. Jay moves to pull off the soaked panties you were wearing.
You wanted to kiss him, and so your sleep-ridden form placed sloppy, limp kisses wherever it could reach on his form.
But of course, Jay didn't think that anything was going to beat being balls deep inside of you, and it seemed you were making all the efforts to let him know that's what you wanted as well. Your hands slide up and down his body in a lackadaisical manner, all the while your legs were trying hook around him with all you might. Jamaru shimmies out of his boxers with one hand before lining up to fill you up the way you wanted. The way he needed.
Your warm, wet walls are what greet him, hugging him so wonderfully, the slick liquid of your pussy drips down his shaft, mixing with his precum and creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock.
They let out a long sigh in your ear, closing their eyes before leaning down. Jay's lips tickled over your skin. It was warm and soft; your cheeks were plush, moist with saliva. They nibbled at your skin, lips trailing down to meet your lips. A breath escaped his lips, and they shuddered. This was so exhilarating, being able to touch you, to hold you, to kiss you. They had dreamed of this moment from the moment they met you. Jamaru pressed his lips to yours once more, thoroughly savoring the taste.
Pull almost all the way out before rocking back into you. His nails started to reform, but he was careful not to break skin with them. They kiss your neck, then jaw, before he was peppering your face with his affections. He keeps up a steady rhythm that was already setting him up for failure. You just felt too good, and he has been waiting for something like this, something like you, for so long that he could hardly contain himself.
Your eyes fluttered behind your eyelids but didn't open, and you let out a faint hum as your hips moved on their own for friction. If he was being honest with himself, Jay was on the brink of cumming already. His head slid past yours, you rested on your shoulder, his lips parted, teeth pressing into your supple skin. Fuck! he had to hold on; he wasn't a damn two-pump chump.
He pushed you back against the couch, pinning you down and thrusting into you roughly. As he slowly let some of his control vanish, his hair grew longer, spilling over his strong shoulders and pooling beside you on the couch, while some dangled right above the floor.
Jamaru's heavy balls slapped against your ass, and his dick grew longer, bullying its leaking head into the deepest parts of your sopping cunt. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against each other, and the squelching of your pussy with each and every thrust.
How did you manage to be so alluring all the time? There was a thin sheen of sweat over your body, and with the dim lighting, it made it look like you were glowing for all intensive purposes. Jay found your scent intoxicating; he could get drunk off of it. He dug his face deeper into your neck, taking in your scent, nipping and licking at your skin. You were so perfect like this, speared open on his cock, enveloped in his arms, and moaning out cute, sweet noises.
And you were all for him.
Jay cursed, his stuttering out of rhythm, and hot sticky ropes of cum spilled inside of you. His mind was blank aside from the knowledge that he was cumming inside of your Just that knowledge made the experience heightened to levels of pleasure he never thought possible. His hips slowed to a stop before he finally pulled out, and the second he did, he already missed the feeling of being inside of you. Jamaru watched, mesmerized, as your glistening heat clenched and around nothing, sending out pearly globs of semen. Seemed like you missed the feeling of him inside you as well.
Jamaru easily picked you up with one arm and flipped both of you over so you were on top with your plush thighs straddling him. He wanted to make sure you were fully satisfied, even if you might not be able to tell until later. Leaning in, Jay gladly captured your lips for another kiss. He could feel your body jolt with energy, so he could tell the enchantment was working. The mix of all the gifts and his magic was working wonders on you. That didn't mean he wasn't going to savor this. His tongue slipped past your lips with ease. The two muscles wrap and writhing around each other, moving in tandem.
Your dream was reaching all new heights, you felt like you were on top of the world, when in reality, you were on top of your neighbor. He moaned into your mouth when you sank onto his cock, guiding yourself down his long length. It wasn't the easiest, but you managed, even in the state you're in, you're just that wet. Your cunt was practically drooling down him and on to his groin as well as making a mess of your inner thighs.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Jay panted. Seeing you like this took Jay's breath away. Your eyes were rolled back, he could tell that much as they twitched behind your eyelids, lips puffy and glistening with drool, body glowing under the low lights.
"You're so beautiful, my darling, maybe I should make you my fae queen. Hah- you'd like that, wouldn't you? Then you could be stuffed full of my fat cock twenty-four-seven."
You were under hypnosis and dreaming, but you did let out a moan, which was enough of a reply for him. You leaned down, your hands resting on his strong pecs, and your nails digging into his skin as you bounced up and down. The ribbed feeling of this dick was like nothing you'd ever experienced. You're panting, really like the air was being hit out of your lungs every time you bottomed out. Legs shaking when you would rise back, but off of them.
Your thighs were burning, but you wouldn't stop even if you could've. Not when you were so close, you could feel it deep inside of you, the heat welling up inside, the coil turning tighter and tighter. Fuck, this was the best wet dream you'd ever had; you'd woken up by now. And it felt so real too, the stretch of being split open by such a large cock, the fat tip pressing against your sweet spot every time you came down, the slick sticky wetness between your thighs.
Your cunt was so slick that if you weren't paying attention, you might slip right off. But that was the best part about a dream, you didn't have to pay attention too much.
Jay grabbed you by the waist, his hips matching yours to thrust in tandem. From the way you were clenching around him, he could tell you were about to cum.
"Cum for me, darling."He moved to whisper in your head.
And as if you actually heard him, you did, you cunt spasming around him, length, juices spraying out and dribbling onto his belly. Your legs shook, and your arms gave out from under you, causing your body to lie flush against Jamaru's warm chest. You wrap weakening arms around him as if he were a stable pillow, one that's warm and lulling you into an even deeper sleep.
He wrapped his fluffy wings around your body. At the very least, the two of you could stay like this for a little while. Just holding you in his embrace for a few moments, placing a kiss on top of your head. You were his, and it created a resonating happiness that couldn't help but grow stronger for you. He really did love you.
After ten minutes or so, Jay wiped you clean and even used some magic to make sure you were the same as when you came. When the coast was clear, he sent you back across the hall to your own apartment, tucking you safe and sound in bed and locking the front door behind him.
The next day, you greeted him with a smile as you ran into him on your way to work.
"You look well rested," Jay commented.
"Yeah, I haven't slept that well in ages. I think I had a pretty good dream, too. Shame I forgot," You didn't really know why, but your heart was racing more than it normally does when you got to interact with Jay.
"Yeah, that's too bad, but hey, dreams recur, so maybe it'll happen again, and maybe you'll remember next time." He gave you teethy smile, one that you always love to see on him, and you returned it.
Royal Blue | Prince Suguru Geto x Prince Satoru Gojo
Summary: Two families that had not gotten along beforehand set up the only available children they had for a political marriage with their single sons.
Two kingdoms were on opposing sides, and many of the wars had both nations on the brink of collapse. So, the kings decided that they would do the one thing that they could to stop the wars: join their families together. The main problem is that neither of the kings had any daughters to marry off to the other’s single son.
The Gojo family had already married their oldest son off to another family a few years before the wars got too bad. The Geto family had a daughter who was the Gojo’s son’s age; however, she had gotten sick and passed away only a few months before the kings decided to go through with this very treaty was settled. Furthermore, Geto’s youngest daughter, who was still in single digits, was out of the question to get married to the Gojo’s available son.
The next best thing was to have their sons get married for everyone else's convenience, even though they hadn’t met each other long enough to remember each other's eye color. The two young men were to be wed by the end of two weeks. In light of their non-optional engagement, they will be in a smallish cottage to acclimate to each other before their wedding day. How considerate of their families.
Satoru Gojo, the youngest son of the Gojo family, was already heading to the cottage in a carriage full to the brim with his clothes. A bored expression came over his face as he thought about who his bride-to-be was going to be. His parents didn’t tell him much about who the person he was going to be with. It was something he was just going to find out when he got there. A smile grew on his face as a part of him was far more excited than he wanted to admit.
Suguru Geto, on the other hand, was already there at the cottage, looking around the place, or at least he was watching as his knights looked around the place to make sure this wasn’t some elaborate trap he had walked himself into. He was in a dark suit, sitting down on one of the cushioned sofas. He didn’t want, nor liked to be kept waiting, but his betrothed was still nowhere to be found, and it was frankly pissing the man off. So much for first impressions; Suguru was forming opinions in his head about who he was going to have to marry.
Once Satoru got to the cottage, he walked over to the front door and opened it, quickly acting like he owned the place. A tired blonde man carrying all of Gojo’s things behind him.
“Hello, my wife-to-be, approach, greet me.” Satoru peeked into the cottage and shouted, looking around for whom he would be wedded to. The two people inside freeze and look over at the first two at the door. A moment of silence is shared by everyone, eyes widened as the two princes came to a shocking revelation.
“Wait,” Suguru muttered, a frown forming on his face.
“You aren’t a lady.” Satoru raised an eyebrow and looked over at his blonde companion before pointing in front of him.
“Kento, explain what the hells is going on here.”
“By the looks of things here, it seems that the person you are marrying is the Geto family's Prince,” Kento explained, loud enough for both Princes to hear.
“It would have been nice if Father said something about this beforehand,” Suguru muttered to himself.
“So basically what you're saying is that we're both suck into a queer marriage. I was fine with the arrangement, though this is really pushing it,” Satoru complained while he went and sat beside the other Prince. The guy he was going to have to marry and bed became real in his mind now that he was right in front of him.
“You were fine with getting arranged married.” Geto gave the other man a side eye, confused about how he could be so fine with someone else choosing who he had to be with. Especially when it was something he had fought against the idea of. The reality is that the only reason they were at this cottage for a bit to meet each other was that Suguru didn't want to get married to a stranger. Now that he was fully in the situation, Suguru felt like his point of the matter was correct.
“I mean, with the thought of getting married to some fair maiden without doing any of the work for it, then yes.” Gojo shrugged, looking at the long black hair of Suguru that was tied up in a diplomatic style. Thinking about the serious way the other prince holds himself.
“So you're a loafer on top of everything else that's going on here.” Suguru held back a groan and pinched the space between his eyebrows.
“I am not! And what do you mean on top of everything?” Satoru glared at the other man; he had half a mind to stand up as an instinctual way of establishing dominance.
“I mean that you're a loaf on top of the fact that our families have loathed each other for generations, and honestly. I can see why our families don't like each other.” Suguru said while rolling his eyes.
“I'll have to agree with that, I've never met someone so judgmental as you; We know not each other.”
At this point, both princes had raised their voices as they continued to go back and forth with one another. Standing up from the sofa to get into each other's personal space. They both seem to get under the other's skin far easier than either would have liked to admit. At some point, both of the personal guards had broken up the conversation with a statement of their own.
“All of your things are put up for you both.” Suguru's guard spoke first.
“Oh, thank you, Miguel.” The man nodded and walked to the other end of the house.
“Another thing of note is that there is only one bed in the master bedroom. It is, however, big enough for both of you,” Kento told them, standing beside Miguel.
“You have to be fucking kidding me.” Both princes said in unison as they looked at Kento in shock.
“Sorry to inform you that I am not,” he says calmly.
Both princes walk over to the master bedroom. It was a decent-sized room for the small cottage, but also far too small for the men used to large open spaces. The bed was a queen-sized bed with several layers of silk-mixed cotton sheets and bedding.
“I guess one of us could sleep on the sofa.” Suguru looked over to the sofa and cringed. It was definitely not a real option, considering how small it was; only a child would be able to rest on it.
“Yeah, no, you want to try and sleep on that little thing, I sure as hells am not.” Satoru walked into the room and flopped onto the bed.
“Don’t lie on the bed with your outside clothes and filthy body,” Geto yelled and walked over to grab Gojo off the bed with a frustrated strength before he could get much of any of him onto the bed.
“I am not filthy, let go of me!” Satoru clamored and half shoved Surguru off of him and was now standing at the edge of the bed.
“Stop nagging me. If you're going to take the role of an overbearing maiden, at least wait until we get married first.”
“Shut up! I am not nagging.” Suguru stepped back from the white-haired prince, a bit warm in the face.
There was a long silence between the two of them, awkward and a little tense, where they kind of just stood there. Neither of them spoke for the next couple of seconds, just staring at one another and looking at each other and taking in their betrothed's appearance. They were both dressed in diplomatic attire, their royal suits fit for public appearances. Satoru was already loosened up and had wrinkles in places from lying in bed and being pulled. Suguru was still unkept with his long hair tied back into a low ponytail that rested on his shoulder.
“I’m peckish.” Satoru broke the silence and quickly walked out of the room to the kitchen.
Suguru followed after him, and they both went into the cute kitchen. It looked to be full of many things that gave it personality and took up space. Neither of them had too many skills for everyday life, having been cared for and pampered all their life. Gojo takes longer than necessary to make a simple sandwich for himself and Geto. He slides the plate over to Suguru, and they both eat the sandwich. They were stuck in silence yet again as he just ate the food that he had made while standing and looking around the kitchen.
“This tastes like shit, pungent to say the least,” Suguru muttered while still finishing the sandwich.
“You jest. Why is your plate empty? Hold your tongue. I didn’t have to make one for you.” Satoru rolled his eyes and finished his own food.
After several different tense and otherwise awkward interactions with one another, they took time to get ready for bed, respectively. It was late and time for bed. They both stood inside the room looking at the single in silent contentment.
“So, which side would you like?” Satoru asked while lying down on one of the sides of the bed.
“Why bother asking if you're just going to lie down first?” Suguru lies down on the other side and faces away from Satoru. There was a slight frown on the other’s face; he also turned his back to the other prince. They both take a long moment to fall asleep, listening to the silence and each other’s breathing until they both fall asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing.
Suguru is the first to wake up. He tried to get up, but he couldn’t. He looked back to see that he was being used as a body pillow by Satoru, who was hugging the other prince tightly. He turned his head to look at Gojo; his face was close, and Geto couldn’t help but stare at him and take in the features of his face. His white hair was messy, with some falling to the side; his white eyelashes were long, and his face was soft and flushed. Drool dripped a bit from his soft lip. Suguru was lost in his thoughtless stare, and he didn’t notice that his shifting had woken up the blue-eyed prince.
“You trying to kiss me in my sleep? Didn't take you as a pervert.” Satoru broke the silence, and it caused the other one to look up at him.
The wide-eyed prince glanced up at Suguru, watched as Gojo leaned closer, his eyes half lidded. Each movement made things feel as if time was slowing down for both of them. Was this going to happen, like, actually? Geto takes a few seconds to blink out into reality. He snakes his hand free to shove the other away. Gojo was pushed pretty much off to the corner of the bed, landing on the ground with a thud.
“Don’t even try it… I wasn’t trying anything either.” Suguru sat up, face and ears flushed pink, and got up to get ready for the day.
The moments throughout the week seem to be on repeat. The two men got into a routine with one another, and it wasn’t the easiest. They seemed to butt-heads on most days, but also tried to get along for the impending marriage.
It was when they started talking about their future thoughts about where things didn’t get along. They seem to have differing ideals when it comes to future diplomatic plans, and it seemed to be the last few days where they would butt heads more than not, every time the topic was brought up.
“There is no way the people would even consider that a good idea. Do you want to end up on spikes the moment we get crowned?” Gojo shook his head before leaning against the wall of the small living room. He felt like it was moments like this that he wished he could just leave this cottage and go back home, calling the whole thing off.
“Your idea is no better than mine; in fact, it is thoughtless and unaffected! It would take several years and become a burden for everyone who would have to continue funding this nonsense.” Geto took a step closer to Gojo, and a frown, almost scowling look was on his face. The mix of frustration in his body language was tense and defensive as he had to watch the nonchalance of Saturo, which was pissing him off even more.
“Your ideas are reckless, have you no self-preservation, can’t lead if you’re dead, and with this bullshit you’re talking about, that’s what it’s looking like.” Geto slides up from the place where he was standing tall.
The two go back and forth until they are right against each other. They were both trying to one-up the other. Their once serious conversation turned into a yelling match about whose better at what.
"Well, I'm far better with the ladies, popular, liked, respected, and not to mention handsome. " Gojo stood proudly in himself.
"You act as if that even matters; you won't be getting married to any woman because we're stuck marrying each other." Geto watched as the pride in the white-haired man deflated like a sad balloon. He was right; it was still something that was looming over them both. They looked over at the calendar that one of their knights had managed to update every day of the task to be.
Five days left until they would be wed.
"It honestly feels like a whole lot of nothing has happened. I still know basically nothing about you." Satoru admitted that the only things he knew about his soon-to-be were all the formalities and written journals about his family.
It wasn't anything real; titles and representations were only a part that made up the person.
"May I make a suggestion, my prince?" Nanami said while cleaning up some small things.
Gojo nods and waits for his servant to answer, and Geto also waits to hear what is going to be said.
"Talk to each other without fighting among yourselves. Since it seems as if that is a foreign concept to you two." Kento smiled at the two princes.
"I'll make you a jester with this humor of yours." Satoru smiled at Kento while giving him a side eye.
So that's what they do for the next few days, as they inch closer to the deadline of their wedding. starting as an awkward what do you like to do to favor foods, then a moment. They were getting closer, even just a bit. They fight here and there, but it was all in the fun of banter. It was all they could do when it came down to it. Their servants weren't just there to help keep things clean and stocked, but also to make sure they were that the princes didn't leave this cabin.
The two of them were leaning on each other, or rather, Satoru was lying on Suguru while he tried to read a book that was in their cottage. Gojo was in the mood for closeness, as he had been for the last three days.
"Attend to me." Satoru fluttered his white eyelashes as he whined a little. It was quite in sound, but it was right in Geto's ear and all too distracting to read his book.
"What is it you want me to do?" Suguru leaned into Gojo's touch and closed the book he was trying to entertain himself with.
"Are you ready for our wedding? It's near." Satoru asked while scooting closer.
"As ready as we can, but I am ready to leave this cabin; it has gotten dull fast."
"That, I can agree with."
"One more night and we'll be home free from one cell to another, right?" Gojo let out a dry laugh before snaking his arm around Geto's shoulder.
"I am still trying to think about whether I'm ready to wake up to your face every day or not." Suguru smiled back at Gojo as he joked back in a monotone voice. They go back and forth a bit as they tease one another, and some way somehow, it's their conversations stray into the topic of their wedding night.
"I think that's something that can wait for when the moment is near and ready to happen." Satoru stuttered a bit, and he was blushing like a fair maiden.
Geto takes his words as just that; clearly, he was a bit shy on the idea of what was to come, and he could take in his request to wait to talk about it until later. But either way, it would have to be decided if not even a bit. For now, they can sleep and let tomorrow take them into a new era.
The wedding was formal, performative for the people of their nation to see the realness of their union. Gojo and Geto adored in whites and royal blues, and rich in their colors that seemed to fit both of them so well. Both their families were at attention, eyes pricingwiths shape clinical glances waiting for all of this to be officially over, at least for them. As some would have to be more diplomatic as well for them, on the nighttime observers who would take them to their shared wing of their home.
They went off after the ceremony, being walked to their room like they were going to run off at any given point. Stopping at the door of their destination, the overseers pause, not saying a word as they wait for them to go inside. The silence was loud, but they know its there duty despite the fact that they were two dudes.
They were alone in the room; that is, Gojo was quick to move first, taking his shoes off with a pent-up sigh.
"So how is this going to work? Can you secretly get pregnant?" Satoru traces Geto's forehead, pulling him closer only for the moment to push a strain of hair back and look into his eyes. Staring into his dark eyes, taking in his mostly neutral facial expression, among a few other things.
"No." He looks away with a smirk.
"You're Pretty." Surguru looked at him as he said that. His eyes were averted, and his ears were pink.
The space suddenly felt stuffy, so Geto moved back a bit, going to sit down on the bed; it's soft.
"So, how are we doing this?" That was the question.
"We can just take things slow and play by ear on what feels right," Gojo said as he moved to sit beside Geto.
Satoru moves to take the lead in their first kiss, slow, heated, and experimental. They sit beside one another, shoulders pressed close and breathing in the same tune as they exchange the growing passions between them. Geto inches his hand from the white strands of hair of Satoru to the goosebumps that he was creating on the neck of the other man. They pull away for a moment, gathering the fleeting breaths that they were holding back with their first kiss. Suguru was the first to pull back a bit more desperately than initially intended, but it wasn't like that mattered in the moment.
"Seems like someone likes kissing me." Gojo didn't take much time to dwell on this sly comment as he moved to take off the vest and other assortments that made up his wedding shirt, suddenly too hot for the clothes he had on for their wedding.
As his hands moved to pull Suguru back into another now-sloppy kiss, he worked to undo the shirt of the long-haired man in tandem with his mouth. Longing not to pull away in his head, wishing for a stronger capacity to not need to breathe.
Their shirts cast away to the floor of the room, their bodies shifting the silks of blankets of the bed into a heep incapulating their bodies, only making their actions of affection more than literally aflamed with warmth.
Wrapping up in the first layer of bedding made their kissing seem juveinal like they were enjoying the secrecy of lust or love. The pounding of their hearts made everything feel like it was going too fast or edgeingly slow all at once.
The truth be told, neither of them really knew what they were doing. New amorous wants buzzed like a swarm at their fingertips. Each kiss, each peck, and each shared moment was leading to the promise of more.
They both pull away, having the same objective in mind, getting out of their slacks as fast as they could, so that they could get their hands back on each other, not liking the hunger where their hands were to fade away.
Satoru's undergarments were creating a tent, his precum, embrassingly so, drenching the fabric. Suguru was not much better than his counterpart, hard against his boxers and and casuing the cloth to stretch and create an outline of his girth. He was big, but Gojo wasn't lacking in the department either. He, however, was definitely not as big as the former; it made him feel more average in comparison to his size.
"You seem to be thinking too hard about something." Suguru moved to free Satoru from his from the sticky confines of the underwear. The precum line, like a web the drooled out of him. Suguru licks his lips slowly like an animal on the prowl, and he was, in a way, kissing a light trail from his neck to his collarbone, then back up to his neck to add decorative marks across his pale skin. He croons out, faint a breathlessly as he gets marked. The vestige of the marks lingered moments after Suguru moved to the next spot.
Satoru moves to Suguru, the black-haired man, leans into Gojo, letting him paint his skin with dark marks and love bites across his shoulder and neck. His curious hands wanted himto be as naked as he was, so he moved to shimmy the other out of his tight boxers.
"Can I?" Gojo asked, needing a moment to breathe and wanting to get some sound to hit his ears that wasn't just his own.
"Yes," Geto let out a groan more at thesimple thoughts of being able to feel Gojo's hands on his cock.
Satoru wrapped a hand around the base, the fuzz of hairs bristle against his hand. He then used his other hand to spread his precum around the tip of his shaft, blue eyes staring down at the glimmering of the clear liquid to drip down to his other hand and seep under his hand to the base. He traces the prominent veins he has along his length, it twitches against his fingers, and Geto moves to get comforable underthe forein touch.
The feeling of someone else's hands on his dick was new, more intense than his own, and making him throbbing even more in the experimental grip that Gojo had. He was just about to get impatient with the far too light touch he was getting, despite the loving and completely focused look he had on his dick.
Gojo looks up at Suguru as he places his hand over his own, making a much firmer grasp.
"Can you move… please." Sheepishly, he turned to the ceiling of the bed as he asked.
Satoru didn't need to answer or speak to know he shouldn't keep him waiting much longer; they had plenty of days ahead to test their sexual limits together and whatnot, but now was the time for them to get lost in each other and experience new highs from one another. So he moves his hand, letting Suguru guide the pace and tighness.
Flicking his wrist up, sliding up his cock, then moving down and twisting his hand a bit in a cranking motion ever so slightly. Then, repeating the motion and getting the rhythm of stroking him. Suguru's eyes flutter shut, and he lets out a throaty groan. Pulsating against the friction, he runs a hand through Gojo's hair, giving simple, silent praise for his efforts of just jerking him off.
Gojo felt like he now had a goal to reach as he watched the Geto start to tense and untense here and there. He uses his other hand to give his balls light attention, caressing them, squeezing and playing with thema bit while tryingto keep up with stroking his cock. He seemed to like the action, so he repeated the motions. Keeping a consistent pace at his cock while switching up the action on his nuts.
Suguru's body started to tremble as he got closer to the peak.
"wait… I wanna… Inside of you," Gojo had to blink the words into his head. He may have missed the keyword, as he moaned between the statements. But the other part caused pause, he wanted to finish inside him.
"wait you want me to let you inside me?" He looked down at his dick, aching for release. "Like you doing me like the maiden…Why" He was truly puzzled on how he would be fit for being the bottom when Geto was the pretty one fit for him to breed the same way he would be expected to with a lady. He wanted to protest the notion, but he had nothing to refute.
"You seem to be dripping enough for it to reach below, so it should be easier to get you prepared," Suguru said as if it were the simplest thought.
Truth be told, Gojo was leaking an excessive amount from his cock, wet to the point his inner thighs were getting the slick friction that had trailed past his taint.
"I'll show you." Geto moved Satoru onto his back, placing his head on a plush pillow and parting his legs. His drool cock was on full display, along with the mess they were creating.
He moves Gojo onto his back, trailing a hand down his chest, taking a moment to twist his nipples to tease the sounds of submission out of the other. His blue eyes were staring, bright, waiting, and wanting, and parting his legs for Suguru. To see him, feel him, let Suguru absorb all the emotions of vulnerability and lust and so much more, he couldn't quite say out in words.
Gojo watched as Suguru placed a kiss on his wet cock before using the slick of his prcum, before he used one finger to gather up the moisture, and he circled his ring slowly, letting it get wet enough to slip in a finger. He pried his way into Satoru as he let out almost a half scream once his finger made its way deep enough to be knuckle deep.
"Did that hurt? too dry, too fast." He started to carefully pull out, but Gojo stopped him with a whine once he disconnected. However, he does his best effort to get to his senses to grab a small bottle of body oilthat they were sure had been left on purpose by the people who had prepared the room. It was no larger than a pocket watch, clear and faintly spelling of flowers.
Geto takes it from him, placing a few drops of it onto his mixing the oil with Satoru's slick to have him thoroughly wet enough to take more than just a finger for a few moments. He replicates the motions of slowly pushing his finger into him. He was wet beforehand, but now he was practically sliding right in, all the way with a simple push.
Thrusting the single finger in and out, and repeating, Suguru kept his dark eyes on him the whole time, wanting to watch as his body would tense up when he pushed him deeper and how he would shiver as he slid out. He kept up the motion until his finger was pushing its way into his hole with no resistance.
Suguru then pulled out all the way, placed a kiss on Satoru's pelvis, and added a second finger to the mix. He wanted to know if he was doing it all right, if his partner needed more or less, but upon opening his mouth to ask such things, Gojo let out a breathy, shrill sound before covering his face with his hands. clearly embrassed he stalled his pace a little, using his other hand to caress his thigh in a soothing gesture.
"Noo don't stop~," Gojo complained from behind his hand. He didn't know how to explain that he had hit a spot that felt so right inside him that the slight touch had made him feel like he was about to erupt right in that very moment. "Can you go back to that spot?" sheepishly, they asked.
"Yeah, let me know which spot." He pushed his fingers back into a few spots and waited to be able to get a response. Once he did, he continued to ram into the spongy spot in his canal with focus. Satoru's body quaked with energy, his head was fuzzy, his white eyelashes twinkled with the crystals of tears, and his face was flushed.
Satoru sighs, pants, and moans, but it all seems to choke out an assortment of sounds as Suguru moves down grab Geto's cock, and strokes him in tandem while fingering him. His fingers would push in, and his other hand would move up his shaft.
Suguru dives down to litter kisses along Satoru's pelvis and then tip. He curled his fingers that were inside, stretching and pushing open his walls and entrance. All while giving his cock kisses and short sucks before he started to make out with the shaft. Open mouth kisses alone each vein and suck on the sides before, and mixing is precum either his own spit.
He pulls him into his moist, warm mouth. Taking him fully came relatively easily to the dark-haired one. He swirled his tongue on the underside of his length. Slurping up any stragglers of precum and saliva.
"I'm going to pass out at his rate" he whimpered out in a voice that was sure to be a sign it would be hoarse later on. He bucks his hips a few times, and Geto pulls almost all the way up except for his tip before gobbling up the whole thing again while raming his fingers against his prostate.
He then fills Suguru's throat with sticky white liquid. The overstimulation goes straight to his cock as Geto swallows all his cum. Satoru let out a hiss before Geto disconnected himself and pulled his fingers out.
"Can you flip over?" Geto watched as a Gojo rolled over in front of him, pushing up his ass to him and inadvertently arching his back for the other. If he weren't so lusted out, he could assume the white-haired would feel humiliated in a position like this.
Suguru uses his wet hand of Gojo's slick to stroke himself a bit before adding the rest of the small vial of oil on his cock and then pushing the tip of him at Satoru's entrance. They both let a symphony of music, croons of their debaucherous efforts were sure to have escaped the single confines of their shared room and out into the hall.
He would push an inch more before almost pulling out and then going in a bit deeper again until he was all the way seated inside. He began to really start to move inside of the other man once he felt his how clenching up and fluttering around his girth, sucking him up his essence.
He trails his hand up to the small of Gojo's back, pushing him deeper into the arch as he thrusts into him in wanton. He was sure he could and most likely had cum a second time without his brain being able to register it. He was almost jealous of the fact that Suguru hadn't cum yet, all the while he was working up what he was sure would be a dry third.
"Ahh~" Saturo sings. If Geto were to find out too much, he was enthralled by the feelings of pleasure; he was sure to be chagrined. But wasn't like he could hold back the sounds to actually attempt to hide the fact that he was getting off to this. The way his hold around his hip and the gliding hand moving up, and his other side leaving a phantom touch in its wake.
Geto trails his fingers from Satoru's hip to the short tufts of hair. He gets goosebumps, clenching around the girth around him. Gojo's skin flushed a deep pink, and at some point was blathering out random comments and mantras of appreciation. "It's so good...so full...need more," he was losing control of his own tongue. He turned his head, vision blurry with tears, to try to look back at Suguru.
Suguru pulls out of him slowly, thankful to have fought the urge to cum inside him right then and there. He flips the other man, letting them get a good look at one another and gather the evident state of being wrecked with passion. Neither were exempt from it. Suguru's hair was stuck to his wet skin, his pupils dilated, and panting like a thief running from a storekeeper.
"You came again." Suguru almost sounded smug as he pushed himself back into Gojo's willing anal cavity.
Satoru was a mess from head to toe, his hair damp, his eyelashes clumping together after the tears that were drying stains, his skin flushed with arousal and embrassment and his cock twitched for the attention, waving its flag so that Geto could see the spectacle he had made at some point; cum fused with his stomach and their bed. Both were certain that this would come to a flowery end soon, by the way Suguru shivered with a groan, and almost collapsed onto Gojo upon bottoming out again. As well as the whine that leaves Satoru and arches his back as well.
Geto then gripped the other's hip to stabilize him as he ruts into his man like a feral animal in heat; he bites his lip, letting out gruff puffs of air, and his fingers were creating tiny crescents with his nails. However, his hands' placement didn't stay there long as he pulled the almost boneless male into his arms, colliding his lips with his in a heated and sloppy kiss, first attempt missed, but he didn't care, instead pulling Gojo's check bewteen his teeth for a little nibble before giving the kiss a second attempt. He makes it the second time, pressing his lips in sync with him, propelling himself further inside of Satoru.
"So, close, just a bit more." Geto was the one to let out a few breathy comments and moans of his own. His hips stutter here and there, but he seems to still be keeping up with the pace that he had set for railing his husband.
Gojo wanted him to be tilting over the edge just as much as he was, and he wanted to see the face he would make when he cums inside of him. So he does the only thing his fuzzed-up mind can think of and pulls on the long black inches of hair. It does exactly what he wanted as both he and Geto topple back down to the mattress, and Suguru paints his inside with the warmth and happiness of a long-lasting marriage. Satoru lets out a few breathless hums, and he arches up into Suguru.
He looked down between them, and sure enough, there was little new mess from his orgasm, having drained his balls all onto himself and their bed from the second time, leaving little left for their collected end.
"We can call the servants a few moments later to draw us a bath and clean the bedding." Suguru makes no real effort pulling out of his partner, only pulling him into a air tight hug. breathing in his scent of sex and just taking a few moments to let them both relax without the adrenaline of their activities.
For now, they could stay just like this, running their kindom could wait a few nights. Right?
One of Paul’s many, many children was heading to a massage place, so Daughter Vesper walked into the parlor. Paid for a session and eventually got a room, and she was greeted by a familiar face.
“Leorio! You work here.”
“Its you, Vesper D” He smiled
“It is i, but seriously you work”
“Yes i work here and i'm gonna be the one rubbing up on you”
“Please never work like that again.”
“Sorry, but yeah I'm gonna be the one giving you a massage.” Leorio started to wash his hands and nail.
“Ok so what should I do?”
“Um well based on what you paid for a full body massage I would suggest you strip down and i'll get you a privacy towel.“ He explained with a level of professionalism she didn’t think that head in him honestly. His comment made her blush a bit and she started to feel a bit self-conscious.
“Ok” he hands her the towel and she starts to undress.
“Lay down on the table when you're ready.” You did what he said while making sure that he didn’t see anything he wasn't supposed to see.
Daughter Vesper was nice and comfy on the table, Leorio dripped oiled into his handstand and made sure that they were well lubricated before peeled back the towel a bit to reveal her back. She was a bit insecure because she was sure that he could see her stretch marks. Leorio ran his hands down her back and she shivers.
“This is definitely not the time to say this but how have you been lately” you let out a faint sigh of relief as he got a knot out of your shoulder.
“I’ve been doing fine, doing a lot of baking I guess.”
“And you haven’t brought me any,”
“weLL i didn’t know you worked here.” her voice spikes when his hand massages her thighs.
“Well then i'll just go over to your place and get them,”
“Do you remember where I live?”
“Unless you moved i should know it…but text it your address just in case” he said as he worked magic on the soles on her feet.
“I'll text you,”
“Good, good, great,” he kept working out the rest of your tension and knots on your body, and before she knew it, the session was over. She felt way better and lighter just about everywhere on her body. She moved to get dressed, keeping the towel on over her chest.
Will "Sweater Holders" be continued or is it already continued elsewhere? I'm hooked😄
It makes us so happy that there are fans for sweater holders. Yes, it will be continued; it is also being posted on AO3, but it's the same amount, and it's posted at the same time. Apologies for the long wait.
Hi! I hope you're doing well! I know you have Kinktober coming soon so idk if its too late to ask this request. Could you do a Ghostface gangbang?
Reader goes into a haunted house and comes across a dark room with flashing lights and several Ghostface lining both walls. They begin to touch, grab, and fondle her.
Inspired by this tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT6EKoSJy/
Tags: Dub-con. Female Softdom. Seduction. Come swallowing. Body worship. Thick thighs. Thigh worship. Thighjob. Unrealistic sex. Rough sex. Doggy style. Riding. Standing. Pinned. Deep penetration. Multiple orgasms. Double Penetration. Creampies.
You were going to a haunted house, dressed up in a cute yet slutty outfit to hopefully take some pictures with the scare actors after your run of the place. It was a local and mostly free-roam maze-type haunted house, and even though you weren't going with any of your friends, you were going to make the most of this event. You have a small bag of what you deem the essentials and a mostly abandoned camcorder for some of the aesthetic pictures and videos.
You paid for your ticket online, so there wasn't much to do but get to this place, but once you got there, you were surprised to see that there weren't a lot of cars or people nearby, like you had expected. Then again, the ticket was on the pricer side, and online there is apparently a section at a time that can go at a time.
Oh well, it just means you're more likely to get those pictures after you go through, and maybe even during.
"Which color band would you like for experience tonight?" You look down at the colors: white, yellow, and red. You wanted a fun and messy time, so you went for the red one.
You walk to the front and put on your little wristband, and they wish you luck and have fun, and you venture inside the haunted house. At the start of your trip, you watch as the doors close behind you. You keep walking, and at first, you have a few cheap scares, and people are grabbing you left and right. You jump, scream, and giggling about as you enjoy yourself.
Then you stepped into a new room, you were honestly a bit lost at the moment, going up and down stairs, and had no idea if you were on the first or third floor of this haunted house. The light flashed and strobed, and what you could tell was that it was a large, open room. You can kinda see figures lined up by the walls as you move forward. The lights then switch to a dull light for a few minutes.
In the moments of the dull overhead light that doesn't fully light up anything besides what it's directly under it. However you do make up a few makes a clocked body: the classic ghostface mask, a bloody one, the devil one, the dirty aged up one of the original, a sliver one, and even the one from scary movie with its tongue out, as well as one that was wearing a difference clock as the hood had stripped parts but the mask was similar to the original.
You step closer down the hall, and the lights go back to flashing about. You look around, turning yourself in a circle a few times, and don't notice the cluster of ghostfaces getting closer to you.
Then you scream when you get grabbed from behind, dragging you back only a few steps. You turn back to see the aged masked ghostface tilting its head at you. Backing up, you only managed to accidentally back up into another person who pushed you forward. It was the scary movie one, and he let out a deep chuckle and pointed past you.
Whipping you to see the bloody mask, and he grabs a hold of you in a tight hug, you try to shift away, a mix of excitement of this little scar and a bit of genuine fear for what's to happen next.
"Ah ah ah, Missy," what sounds like a voice alteration device echoes in the flashing room.
The lights were disorienting you, beyond the pushing and shoving had you off balance. You let out a nervous giggle at the attractions. Then you were surrounded by a bunch of masked men.
The silver mask man grabbed you by the shoulder, and you stumbled to the left halfway and almost fell into the men. He runs that hand that was on your shoulder down to your arm and into your hand. The man holds yours for a moment before letting go. It was deliberate; you tilt your head up at the sliver mask. But you don't get much time to stare with the next pair of hands getting a hold of you.
You yelp when you feel a gloved hand run up your exposed thighs. Looking down, you see the other Ghostface with the classic mask; his outfit had more parts and colors. You think you recognized the outfit from a game. He was looking at your legs, or at least you think so, since you can't see any eyes in the darkness or flashing light.
"You go to a lot of places dressed like this?" Another ghostface spoke, but it was hard to tell since they all sounded mostly the same, and the mask doesn't show any moving mouths.
"I sure hope so, it'll make our time together even more fun," Another said, not to you, really, but to the other Ghostface circling you like predators.
The game ghostface slaps the fat of your upper thigh, and it stings. You jump to step back, only to get stopped by the red devil mask ghostface. All seven of them were closing in on you. The original grabs a hold of your hand and pulls your arm with the red wristband up for them all to see. You let out a nervous sound at the ring of whistles, laughs, and howls that came from the men.
"Well, isn't this just perfect?" The devil mask chimed in from behind you, still holding you mostly at the waist/hips, and the grip only tightened more.
"Okay, how fun, think it's time for me to continue through the haunted house," you didn't even sound that sure of your words as the internal panic spoke for you.
"No, we don't think so. In fact, we have plenty of sounds we can still pull out those lips of yours." The aged man moves a hand along your cheek and chin.
"Among other things, too," speaking as the lights went off for a few seconds before flickering back on.
"We have a lot in store, and you're going to be along for the ride." You shiver at the way it was said, like all too many hands were making the words have an innuendo.
As if a test of faith or a joke from the haunted house plunged into darkness in the circle of the masked ghostfaces. You blink a few times, thinking that the lights were going to flicker back on, but they don't just yet. Waiting for the lights to come back on, you feel a few important things. Someone had bitten your ca, hard enough to leave a mark on you, and another gloved hand was traveling down south onto the seams of your lacy panties that pushed at the line of your pussy. You jumped, breathing hard as fourteen different hands were groping and touching you everywhere. You can also hear the collective shifting and breathing of the men. You were overwhelmed in the dark, heart beating quickly, eyes fluttering in a way to try and adjust to the darkness.
Then the lights basically flash bang you when they flicker back on. You swivel the best you could with a hand in your bottoms. The one who had their hand tracing your slit through your panties was the aged-up mask ghostface, and he snickers at you. The bit mark maker was from your current thigh resident, the game Ghostface. His outfit's ribbons and strings tickle your skin.
"I can't keep playing these games of feeling you through your clothes." The red devil spoke, and that was the only warning you git before you ripped open your shirt from the buttons. Your bra was the only thing left hiding your breasts.
"Ooh~ looks like the bra matches your slutty panties." The silver mask spoke, who was also squatting down at your legs.
"I can feel how warm you're gonna be." The scary movie mask chimed.
"I'm already getting hard," the classic ghostface said while unclasping your bar and pulling the cups up onto your collarbone.
"Why don't you do something then, any of you could really, I can definitely handle whatever it is that you throw. " You proclaim to the circle, as far as you can tell, this is still a part of the haunted house, and with the red band on your wrist, they could be more adventurous in their actions.
"Oh, really, we'll see how much you're holding up by the end of this." The aged masked man spoke in your ears while pulling your panties to the side so he could push his fingers inside your entrance.
You moan out as you feel thick leather fingers moving inside you, the tips of fingers pressing into your walls. The lights were strobing on and off while the aged Ghostface mask man's incursion on your pussy. Distracted by the texture of the glove and the movement of fingers, you don't notice the scary mask movie crouching down to bring his mask face to your cunt. You blink down at him after letting out a moan, feeling lips wrapping on the bit of fabric of your panties over your clit, kissing you through the disheveled underwear.
If anything, it was frustrating since the way your panties were already pushed to the side, it wasn't that much effort for him to actually suck on your bare clit, yet he was making sure to kiss over the lace that covered you just slightly now. You let out a whimper, wanting to feel more.
"Just take my panties off," you were already blathering out your words as you got lost in the teasing and prodding at your pussy.
They listened, and your panties were gone, and you were not going to see them again. Scary movie was brings his tongue to your cunt still while two fingers were shifting into you one after the other. He was teasing your entrance with his fingers and then back to your clit. Sharp teeth and definitely a long tongue circled and curled his nub as you get ate out while being fingered. The scary movie mask moves closer, taking up enough of the open space between your legs to that had the aged mask pulling out of you. His fingers pull your folds apart and you feel a thick and long tongue filling up the space of is your walls like a tentacle.
Teasing your walls you moaned loudly, however you couldn't get lost in the pleasure when the bloody mask and your classic mask Ghostface take out their cocks, moving closer to you with expecting dicks. You grab each one with one of your hands, giving each one a stroke all the while trying to wrap your head around the feeling on the scary movie mask's was tongue fucking you with the unnaturally long appendage. Your sounds were letting out a string of sounds, all the more frequent.
"You getting close slut?" The game mask tease while rubbing up and down the meat of your thighs.
"Shut up" You managed to get out, you didn't want to hear the teasing words when you were trying to focus on your impending climax and he was distracting you from getting off on the other Ghostface's face. You squeezed your hands over their cocks that are in your hands.
"oh no you don't " Right when you were about to cum your body does a full rotation. Your body swivels down, the wind catching your hair and your grip on the other guys loosened. A whine escapes you, legs pried open and held up by strong ribbon tendrils, denying your orgasm or the dignity of being able to close your legs to hide how wet you are.
"Put me down!" you yell out and the only respond you got was someone kissing your teeth.
"How about less talk back, yeah hun." The DBD Ghostface slaps your has before caressing the mark then moving down to your legs. Your upside down, off balance and trying to get out of the grasp of the ribbons.
"Your at the perfect angle for my cock babe," you watch as the red devil mask move in front of your face. You look at his cock, it was thick a vibrant red color like his mask there were ridges down the bottom and what look like a its thicker at the base.
He pushes the tip into your mouth, it spread your mouth wider as he fills your mouth, the texture was undoubtedly unique. you push your tongue on his tip as he was inside you. Game Ghostface was pressed up on your thigh, murmuring inside of the mask about how nice your legs are, how warm they are and a bunch of other stuff still while holding you upside down. You suck off the red mask, holding two cocks again as they thrust into your hands. Sliver had his hand around his dick and jerking off in the direction of your chest. You watch the sparkling sliver mask while your sucking this monster cock like your life depended on it, using each moan and groan as your guild on if you were doing something right or not.
The game Ghostface use his tendrils to pull your legs together so he can use the slickness of you cunt to fuck your thighs. His tip pushed at your clit every now and then while hes gripping your thighs. His balls tapping the back of your thighs as he thrust into the crevice of your thighs. Everyone was getting close except you in the current moment, weather you were jerking, sucking if part of you was being used as a freshlight they were close, and about to cum either in or on you.
DBD cums first, his cum gets all over the inside of your thighs, so much so that there was a webby set of strings shown when they pull apart. You let put a hum around the cock in your mouth as Red mask shoots down your throat, you gag a bit at the amount but waste no time swallowing in down. The Aged mask and the Classic mask spill into your hand and Sliver jerks off a bit more until his cum lands on to your tits and chin. You were covered in cum in several places, your body sticky and wet with their liquids. The tendrils let go of you and your body lands on top of one of the Ghostface and partially the haunted house floor.
Before you have time to react your leg are being wrapped up against your thighs and you arms are tied up behind your back. You you were bound and spread open for the men in the ghostface masked men.
"That's more like it," one of them whistles and then a few other murmuring in agreement.
"Gonna have all theses holes slut so be be ready" even though they're all wearing mask you feel one of them spit on your backside then a single leather gloved finger. He thrust the finger in and out of your now wet hole. You hiss out a groan.
"This all you got, I'd hardly say its all that" you'll let out a breathy laugh that can put more like a string of airy breaths.
"Well see how you really feel when you get what your hungry for" the classic ghostface mask rams their fat cock into your pussy, hard and face. You were being held up by his hand on your hips, fucking into you like a sex toy, you moan out, getting lifted up and down while sliver uses the movements to thrust into you with his finger as he add a second into your ass.
You try and bully today out of the restraint but every moments felt like they were getting tighter.
The aged make grabs a needy handful of your breast with a playful jiggle. All the while you feel a sharp slap to your rear, then your body was pulled backwards with one quick motion, still while still being thrusted into.
"Time to quit this song bird for a bit. But be sure to moan around my cock all you want" the bloody mask ghostface taps your neck before pushing his cock balls deep into your mouth.
Your cunt clenching around the classic ghostface as he kept giving you. The fluttering of your puss and trembling of your body was the only warning they got with a dick muffing your sounds. You cum around the classic ghostface and he rewards you with one a few rough and deep thrust before cumming inside of you.
"Yeah that's it, look at you taking ask my cum like a good girl" he told you with a path, and in all honesty you were distracted from cum and getting cummed in by that you didn't know the bloody masked ghostface was going to follow soon after.
He fucked you face, pushing into your throat that was triggering the works of a gag reflex you try to hold back on. Tears pooling in your eyes as strokes he was using your mouth for, he then cums down you esophagus forcing you to swallow it all or choke. He pulls up with a pleased ground when he notice your mouth was empty. He pats your cheek probably a bit to hard and moves for the next guy to take you.
"Yeah I've waiting nicely and ill," you get flipped over to your stomach still in your tight binds that basically had you suspended up a bit of the ground like a prized turkey. You feel the tendrils vibrate against your skin as the game ghostface pushes into your pussy. Sliver mask moves in and takes your ass, he slams roughly into you and your body is tilted between DBD Ghostface and the Sliver anniversary mask having you seesawing you on their cocks. Leaving you full at all times. Your moans were loud and slurred over at the same time you were sure you're drooling.
"Looks like someones mouth is needy," You see the quick jumping movements of the Scary movie mask pushes his mushroom tip part your lips. You had three cocks inside of you now.
You're getting passed up and down at an odd angle as your get fucked in your ass and pussy and each movement would pistons you forward on to the cock that was in your mouth. Your already going to cum not long after the first one at the constant way they were making you feel stuffed full. You slurp around the cock in your mouth as they moved into you at different pace.
Your body shakes as you cum a again, fast in a weak muffled cry from your orgasm. They follow right after and stuff you full of their cum, and when they pull out of you the and leaving their seed dripping out or all your holes besides your mouth as had swallowed. You felt liken you could have KO-ed right then and there but it didn't seem like any of the ghostface were ready for you to tap out on them just yet.
Aged mask tugs at your binds and DBD mask lets you loose, your limbs snap back to neutral and before you can even stretch out your being bend over and arched up and back shot ready. He pushes into your cum filled cunt and starts a slow yet hard pace into you. He slaps your ass over and over after every few thrust, your legs immediately start to shake form overstimulation and you cum in a matter of seconds of him fucking you.
"Ooh that good huh?" Devil masked cooed at you.
"Ready to tap out yet, doll?" Classic mask spoke and you can feel the effect of embarrassment at all of their comments.
"I think its cute how fast you just came." Bloody mask added with a poke to your breast.
"I'm not done with you just yet but you can cum on my cock all you want." He keep thrusting into you, at his slow and hard pace. You can feel him fully in you, every twitch and throb and how he pushed just close enough to hit your cervix again and again.
"Should we give her a rest." One of them asked right at the same time as he cums deep into you, directly on to your cervix.
"I don't think so, I wanna see where all that bark went." He sits on the ground and taps your legs, you let out a weak whine as move you body on top of the red Devil masked ghostface.
"I'm not out of it yet and I will take you." Stuttering out and lining his cock with your entrance.
"That's it slut, lets see how good you ride me." You let out a whine as slide down the unnatural cock that this demon had.
You whimper out as you start to move up and down, the texture and size stretching you out and hitting your cervix. You start slow, legs already shaking with exhaustion, you wanted a small break so between each thrust you did some grinding your hips against his.
"You struggling? You give up already." He teased you.
"You wish" You pant out, whole body sweating and shaking and your head felt dizzy. You were lying through your chattering teeth and tried body on how much more you could handle much longer. You weren't going to you let them know that so you keep riding the monster cock that keeps pushing deep inside you.
"Well since your so sure your handing us how about you help us out some more." You feel the classic mask shove his cock into your cheek waiting for you to open your mouth for him. He takes the moment to take up the space inside your mouth when you let out a moan.
You were sucking off Classic mask and Bloody mask moved to join your already full mouth. You circle your tongue around each of the tips in your mouth all the while still bouncing on cock. You feel like your about to ass out and your riding was getting sloppy. The Red mask knew you weren't going to last much longer no matter the facade you were so happily putting on. Your pussy wasn't going to lie and it was telling a different story with the way it was clenching on his cock like a vice.
You left light headed, and you falter to a point of stopping. The Red mask grabs a hold of your hips and starts moving up into you nice and deep. You pull off the cocks in your straining mouth, letting out a loud cry while you cum on his cock. Your eyes gloss over, and you go limp at the same time that he cums inside your pussy, painting your insides white.
"Look whose finally waking up. " your ears strain to hear for a second.
You get reawaken by some slaps from scary movie Ghostface patting your face. While your dazed you look up to see the seven men jerking off above you. Blinking around the circle jerk that they were doing above you.
Your whole body was weak and trembling from the orgasms that you had over and over in the last few hours. One after the other each Ghost face came on top of you. Landing on your tits, face, and thighs and you were basically a mess once they were all done.
The lights fickler off for a second then a bright overhead cuts on making you close your eyes.
"See you later toots" One of them side while the voice faded out.
You blink a few once they were done cumming on you and when you did all the men were gone, leaving you sticky and naked.
You get redressed and have to stumble out of the haunted house with sore and shaky legs, It was a great experience in the moment but maybe the mess wasn't fully worth it since you were stuck with nothing to clean yourself with beside the inside of your own clothes that you still had to put on.
You immediately strip back down and get into the shower, to clean yourself up. While you drift passed the mirror and see a dark mark on your back thinking it was an array of bruises you pay it no mind. But once you got out the shower you take a closer look and see it was not just a large bruise your saucy haunted house encountered but something else. A tramp stamp, a mark you had never had before was on your back and it wasn't something you washed off from your shower.
"What the fuck" You muttered before trying to get a better look at it.
"Looks like the mark worked"
"Yeah and this place is much nicer than the haunted house or that last place before that"
You wipe your head quickly to see some of the ghostface posed up in your house.
"WHAT THE FUCK" You had unknowingly invited a bunch of these not so human Ghostfaces into your house.
Summary: In the life of a higher-ranking courtesan, you have plenty of opportunities to do things your less fortunate sisters of the Verdigris' house simply can't, and who would have thought that just being in the right place at the right time would get you the opportunity to sleep with someone you would never have thought possible as the Moon prince.
Word count: 4400
Tags: first time, fingering, teaching, virgin Jinshi, dominant reader, prostitution, scented oils, body worship, hand job, blow job, cunnilingus, PIV, Pinning, kinktober.
Potential light novel spoilers.
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You are a higher-ranking courtesan; in fact, you spend most of your time doing the same work as the princesses. You have your fair share of fun in the sensual work, and you can't see yourself doing anything else besides this. You were lounging about today, much to the old lady's displeasure, but with how you're priced. It wasn't like you weren't busy the same way the lower-ranking or abandoned street courtesans were.
You dress up, best assets out, and take the few patrons who could afford you. While at least a quarter of the time, if you're lucky, you weren’t even sleeping with them. Just a game or two here and there, or reading a story and singing a song. While you watch your less fortunate sister's work hours, taking men for their pleasure.
If anything, you somewhat enjoyed your job as a courtesan.
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You walk over to Maomao's little shop in the back of the Verdigris.
She was always doing something interesting in her work; she was mixing some herbs and grinding me down. She looks at you and pays you no mind in her efforts to make whatever concoction it was that she was brewing up.
"What are you doing?" You slide over beside her, wrapping yourself around her.
She was like a little sister to you, the same way the other princesses saw her as such. Maomao squirms about in your hold but doesn't put much effort into it, and she ends up giving up for the most part to continue her work. You watch her with a curious eye and don't say much else.
Meanwhile, Jinshi was taking a trip to see Maomao; he missed her and craved her attention. He also wanted to talk to her about the whole incident, as it had been on his mind ever since their kiss was shared, even under the circumstances under which this kiss had come into fruition.
"Oh, look who it is, come for pleasure?" The old crone perks up upon seeing the beautiful and rather rich man, hoping to squeeze even a drop of coins into her pockets.
Doing his best to stay out of the way to avoid the old bat's pressuring advances to spend his money and sleep with one of her courtesans. He declines, of course, and scampers to the little apothecary shop so he can see his future wife.
She grumbles out, but always takes her job as a madam in stride, and since she can obviously tell he liked Maomao at the very least, she follows him to her back shop. Watching him enter and eavesdrop at the door for a moment to strike.
Jinshi, with a bright smile, beams into the shop to see Maomao, but pauses when he sees she's wrapped up in the arms of someone else. That person being you, obviously. His smile drops, and he pauses with a mental fog and gloom about him.
You glance up at him first, taking his rather depressed demeanor has you a bit put-off to the point that if you didn’t know who the man was, you'd assume he was an ill customer of your dear sister. Either way, you know he's hear for Maomao, but that doesn't mean you have to leave just yet.
The beautiful man grumbles before clearing his throat. You, still wrapped around Maomao, tap on her shoulder.
"Please answer the poor man, his moping is sad," you half-whispered to her, and she finally looked up at Jinshi.
"Is there something you need?" Maomao asked the same way she would have with any other shop-goer.
"We need to talk…" Jinshi's face flushed, and his tone was between firm and stumbling.
"Alone," You can feel him glaring at you. All it really manages to do is get you to sit up more. Were you afraid of this man? Potentially, to some degree, when it comes to his status, but because of a simple glare in the fits of jealousy, you were used to that by the hundreds.
She glances between the moon prince and you. Contemplate how she can handle the conversation she knew was coming up with the least stressful outcome.
Maomao sighs.
"Can you get us some jasmine?" She knew you would come back, and that was what she wanted, just in case. Just like you're sure that she already had some Jasmine stored in one of her shelves, but you don't say anything.
Nodding, you leave the shop, closing the door behind you. Looking over at Granny, who has her usual scowl on her wrinkled face. You both look at each other before you saunter off to get the item for Maomao. Not commenting on her eavesdropping.
You come back with the dried jasmine plants and see that the old hag has gotten up to her antics and came to interrupt them when she felt the opportunity to make money. Like a shark with blood, she felt a shift in the enclosed room and came barging inside.
You place the plants on the table and sit down to try to gather what you missed.
"If you even think about it, you better pay!" The old lady said, tapping her pipe on the table.
You make Maomao and Jinshi a cup of tea using her hot water. Watching the way the man stumbled to try and find the words to defend himself from what was missed on your end.
"If you really cared, you would have some experience under your belt," the termagant lady spoke again with raised gray brows.
Maomao agrees aloud, mostly to get him off her back because she doesn't want to deal with talking about the inciting incident. After all, she doesn't fully think he likes her for some reason. She only sees herself as someone not fit for what it is he desired in the first place.
Jinshi sinks into him at Maomao, basically agreeing that he needs to have experience before they can be together.
"…fine," Jinshi's resignation felt loud on everyone's ears, even his own.
He caves out of spite, along with the fact that he hopes it may make her a bit jealous. It's what he's telling himself, at least. Also, because he decides that he could get some practice before he does anything with Maomao, especially after the kiss. He doesn't want her to win him over again like last time; he wants his future wife to be the one who wants to lose control whenever they get together. Who crumbles under the other's touch.
You can already hear the upcoming words that the virago was going to was going to say, so you stand up. Looking Jinshi up and down, like an animal on the prowl, and speaking up before the hag can call any of the other princesses.
"If you so wish, I will take care of you for the evening." Walking up in front of him to bow.
He tenses up a bit and looks at you and then a Maomao as if he were contemplating actually doing this. He was already pulling out the coins from his bag and wishing that he had convinced Gaoshun to come with him better. Yet it was far too late now; he had somehow let himself get into the grasping jaws of hungry beasts.
Granny is beaming with all the money that was set aside for her to count. You, on the other hand, were leading him out of the apothecary shop that Maomao owned and giving her a wave goodbye while promising that you would take care of him for her. She doesn't say anything, her lips pressed together with a short nod.
You take his hand and lead him to your room. You can tell he was nervous; his body language was rigid, and he looked like he was between overheating and potentially crying. If you had super hearing you were sure that you'd hear his heart beating out of his chest.
You burn some incense and then guide him to the plush bedding; no words are exchanged, and Jinshi just watches for the most part as you set up the room for him. The smell of the two incenses hits him only faintly: a woody scent that has a warm musk to it, while also being a bit spicy. Jinshi doesn't even notice that you had grabbed your favorite body oil since his eyes are closed.
Loosening up your outfit to let the top part fall a bit more undone, you then tap his shoulder. He looks over to you, eyes drifting down to your nearly exposed breast, ready to fall free and flash him.
"We can go at whatever pace you like. Start with a massage. I can tell you've never done this before." You speak in a soft yet sultry tone, leaning on his side.
"What? How did it go? Is it really that obvious?" It was like he came to the full conclusion that it was, in fact, obvious that he was down bad and inexperienced.
"It's alright. That's what we're here to change." You pick your words carefully and still put on a calm voice for the tense man, fluttering your done eyelashes at him.
He lets you see his bare chest, and you drench your hands in the lavender-scented oil. Rubbing your hands together before and shooting behind him to place your hands on his shoulders.
You grip his shoulder, nice and firmly, before kneading him, before taking both hands and moving down his sculpted arms. Your chest on his back as you reach his hands from behind. Holding him, you push the point in his hand.
Jinshi's eyes shoot closed, and he lets out a moan that has his face flush. Why did the feeling of you pushing your fingers into his hands feel so good? He also felt far more relaxed under your exploratory touches. The scent of lavender makes him calmer. In fact, the smell felt like it was everywhere, a mix with the sandalwood, bleeding its way all over you, your bed, and your room.
"Please teach me. " Jinshi said in a hushed tone. It makes a smile grow on your face, and you move in front of him.
You take his hands in your own.
"Let's start by you picturing the person you desire to be most." You know he was going to have Maomao in mind; the only question is to see how he plans to act and treat her, and all you need is to have a basis for what he may know so far.
He moves and grabs your wrist and bends you over onto the bed. You are left blinking, only being brought back to the reality of his actions when he leans down to bite you.
You hold him back a bit before he can. Looking up at the way he straddled you, as even you were a little flushed.
"Rather strong for a first approach. Too strong, probably." You both sit up, and he looks very embarrassed at messing up. You rub the light soreness that your wrist had gotten. If this were a different time with a more experienced man, you may have entertained the roughness, but now was not the time.
"Sorry, sorry," he shook out in a breath, looking at the line he had created on your wrist. Scolding his aggressiveness that seems to creep up whenever he gets impatient and eager. Just like how he was when he got his kiss from Maomao.
He nods and mellows out a bit, only to go wide-eyed when you start to free his lower half from his clothes. Once he is fully naked, you take in the full beauty of his heavenly body. You have to hold yourself back from feeling up his body even more and giving him a full-body massage. Caressing his soft skin, long purple hair, nervous eyes, and hard cock.
That has you licking your lips, dropping to your knees between his legs.
"First, we need to know what you like for yourself." You waste no time getting a delicate hand around his pretty cock. Running your hand down his length, kissing up his base to his tip, and licking him in a teasing manner, he bucks his hips up a little, but you can tell he's trying to stay still in your efforts.
You place a peck around his tip, and his body does a full shutter. He watches you without a word. Curling your tongue under his tip like you would trace a lid with your fingers. Then you pull away so you can speak.
"Communicate with me. Tell me what you lick and don't," you inform him, while spreading the small beads of precum around his tip. You lighten up at the shine it gives it after.
"Please more," he mustered out, not fully knowing what it was he was asking for in the current moment. However, it is still a start.
"Like this?" You start stroking him slowly, up and down, from the base to the head with the tilt of your wrist. He lets out a moan, and his hair slips off his shoulder when his head lolls backwards. He nods weakly, but you wanted to hear him say it, so you slow down a bit, stroking him only halfway. His eyes widened from their close state, and he burst out.
"No, please, yes, I liked it, please don't stop," he babbled out, and you don't waste any more time finding a pace that had him trembling again. You jerk him off, twisting your hand as you move out and down, like a rotating axle.
You look him up and down from your position on your knees. Taking him in all his beauty. He was so majestic looking; his eyelashes long, fluttering between being open and closed, ears and cheeks a pretty pink, and his lips a bit wet and swollen from the constant biting he was doing to try and hide the music of his moans, he was sweating, and even that helped his appearance, the small beads on forehead dripping down his sculpted eyebrows, and his purple hair sticking and messing to his face and shoulders.
You kiss his thighs, trailing up back to his cock, into your mouth fully. Jinshi moans loudly, unbothered and without the nervousness that he had when he first came into your room with you. Taking him down to your base and he lets out a cry, tears beading in his magnetic eyes. His eyes twitched and started to roll back, and you grab a gentle hand to his balls and massage his sack as you bob your head on his shaft.
"You are so beautiful." You watched as he got close to cumming, taking him back in your mouth, and he throbbed in the entrance of your throat. You don't get much of a warning after the throbbing before he's shooting down your mouth, you take all of it, tasting the salty yet somehow sweet flavor of his cum invading your throat. Mostly due to his pampered and curated diet as a nobleman of such high standing.
You pull off of him with a pop, a bit of disappointment starting to grow as you feel like he was probably done after his first ever blow job. Jinshi was panting, teary-eyed, as he gathered himself after his first assisted orgasms. You look down at his cock, surprised to see that he still seemed to be growing strong with a new erection. While you stare at everything from his veins and flushed tip, and pulsing balls.
He looks down at you, awaiting something new, something more, desires swirling in his eyes. "Well, now that you know a bit on your own pleasure, it's time for you to learn to service. You can never please her if you in many ways that satisfy." You were already getting into the bed, stripping down out of your silky robes until you were bare in front of him. You have been naked in front of countless men and high-class guests; this was nothing new.
Yet for some reason, his stare does make you shiver. He looked ready to pounce and melt into the throes of pleasure with you. You meet his eyes, gathering yourself like the professional you are. You fall onto your back and wait for him to get close as you spread your legs open like you've done many times before. This was a bit different, though, with the way Jinshi's eyes were locked on the gloss of your cunt, ears hot as they eagerly wait for any instructions or guides so he can be hands-on.
You were already wet from sucking him off, your puss was shimmering with your juices, you trailed your fingers, spreading out the juices of yourself. "You're going to use your tongue for this." You stuck your tongue out just for show before pulling it back in. You use your fingers to dip into your entrance and spread your juices up to your clit.
"Move similarly to my fingers. I'll guide you once you start your practice." You circle your clit a few times and let out a huffed breath. Jinshi was entranced, trying to put your hand movements in his head and memory.
Eventually, you can feel yourself building yourself up so you deem that the best time to pass the touch and hand the pretty man put his face in it. You feel the lead to explain a bit before just pulling him down into your snatch.
"Think of is a lady's garden, each spot of pleasure is the petals that you want to caress, lick, and taste." You stiffen as he leans in closer, but make sure not to stop touching yourself. You weren’t the virgin after all, so there was no point acting like one.
Jinshi didn't want to wait any longer; the vindictiveness that was fueling him into action had taken over. He could read, listen, watch, and be verbally taught many things, but it means nothing if he couldn’t practice. He wanted to act, and once you gave the go-ahead for him to try, he started by licking your wet hand of your slick and sucking your fingers clean. He lets out a breathy groan, and the first taste, but it was only an appétizer to what he was going to get to indulge in. He takes no more time after the teaser to move face down into your core.
Jinshi starts with inexperienced kisses, which turn into open-mouth kisses and licks before he gets the rhythm and patterns you had shown with your fingers. You moan, and he enjoys the nectar of your folds. His movements were feeling more calculated as he got the hang of things; he was using your sonorous moans that hit his ears. He runs his tongue into you, tasting your entrance and then dragging up to your clit. You sing out, head falling back on the array of pillows of blankets. Your sounds were egging him on, and he pushed his face more into you in an effort to see if he could make you scream.
You guide his head to where you want him, running your delicate hands through his soft, silky locks while also praising him on his practices. He felt on top of the world and lost in his efforts all at once. You shook and got ready to work into orgasm as the chord snapped. Jinshi is sucking on your clitoris, you finish on his chin and lips, you break his growing ego with a statement.
"Is it also important that what may work…for me may not work for others… so be. Sure to ask for feedback," you spoke between moaning and trying to catch your breath as Jinshi ate you out. He was doing great for you; even in his inexperience, he was getting the hang of your cunt. But a man full of himself is a man of little. Based on your experience, it was better to crush the unnecessary pride in how work so that he can grow to keep learning.
Your words do seem to have the desired outcome. Now, he was thinking super hard about how he could use this skill to make Maomao come undone and how he could get her back in a way that makes him cum his pants from just a kiss. But for now, he can focus on you; it was the least he could do for all the help you were giving him. He slurps up the taste of your orgasm until you are pulling his drooling mouth from your snatch.
You had both come, and now it was on to the main course.
You pull him onto his back, straddling him, and grab his cock to line up with her entrance. You didn't want to wait; you couldn't wait any longer. You needed to feel him inside you. Pushing him inside you slowly as you both let out a loud sound of pleasure. He parts your walls with his width, and once you slide all the way down, you can feel his length threatening to kiss the deepest part of you. You pant out, it felt so good as his perfect cock was made to be inside someone, and for the time, it was you.
You start a slow bounce for yourself first so that you can get off and get close to your orgasm, since you know he may cum first if you're not too careful. You were riding his cock, his hands were gripping the sheets that still smelled thickly of lavender and sandalwood. Only now starting to mix in the smells of your earthly body's sweat. Jinshi was trying his hardest not to give in to what he was feeling, but the way your walls enveloped him had him seeing flowers and stars. You are a courtesan after all, this was your job, but he was going to learn all that he could before he kicked the pleasure bucket. You were sucking him in, and he grabs your hips to try and ground himself.
"Oh, your cock feels so good, think it's the best one yet." Your thighs slap back onto his, and your pace starts to pick up as you get lost in the feeling of his dick. Every time you slammed down on him, you were sure he kissed your cervix.
Jinsh was beaming with the praise that he was getting as from you, grinding your hip into him. Using him to get closer, it was nice to see from his perspective, the way your body shook and the moans you let out, and your breasts jiggling in front of his face like they were trying to hypnotize you.
You were in the pleasure zone, and now you can look down at the way Jinshi had as he was lost in the feeling of you ready to get off, that he looked like he was ready to blow himself. Knowing that he was supposed to be learning, you didn't want him to cum just yet. You circle your clit as you carefully pull off of him, as you watch him whimper out at the cool air now on him.
"As much as I want to cum riding you, it doesn't leave much for your learning." You keep a calm motion on your clit so you don't lose too much of the high you were on.
"Besides, you can expect your future wife to do all the work for you, and I couldn't let this beautiful cock go to waste from not knowing how to use it." You trace a hand along the line of his pecks. He nods at your words even though her was a bit upset that you weren't on his cock anymore. He lets out shaky breaths and tries to collect himself before he gets on top. He holds your legs open before moving to line his cock with your entrance. You help him slide into you now in missionary, you feel him push inside you at in even more intimacy than when you were fucking yourself on him.
Jinshi was moving inside you, and you could tell it needed some work. He was moving like an animal in heat, rutting into you roughly. You hold him, telling him to slow down, start slow, and guide him to have a good rhythm. He pulls all the way back before dragging his cock back into you. It was much better this time, and you can feel yourself clenching and fluttering around him now that he is moving consistently. He closes your eyes, gripping your hips like a lifeline as he fucks into you.
"Much better, making me feel good." You wrap your hands into his hair and around his shoulders.
You go back to pinching and touching your clit, muttering a side note that he should touch you or any other partner here while he was making love or lust. He picked up the pace, getting faster and harder, which was making your head spin. Your sounds get louder, and so do Jinshi's moans as well. Getting close, you clench around him, and it was the stepping stones to him cumming, half inside you and half onto your stomach and breasts as he pulls out a bit too late.
He falls beside you, and you turn to caress and massage his moist skin. While you can remember you add the final lesson of your session for him. Talking about the importance of aftercare for his partners. Even though you can manage without it list time and that the small conversation was enough. While explaining what that could be and look like, you help him clean up first and get dressed, and he helps you clean up a bit, and you dress yourself.
Then you wave him on his way.
"Come back any time and I'll teach you anything else you may desire to know." He nods, and you rub his arm and watch him beaming with a new light and the smell of sex that you left behind, clinging to him with the scents of lavender.
You find ways to enjoy your job as a courtesan, but you hope that you'll get to do something like this, with him, just maybe.
You stepped into your cold apartment and slipped your shoes off. It was silent in your apartment, aside from the sounds of the a/c. This was how it usually was, considering you lived alone. Walking to the small kitchen, you opened the fridge and took out some leftovers, and popped them into the microwave.
You sat on the couch and scrolled through Instagram on your phone. There were a few funny reels, some AI slop that you promptly blocked the account it came from, and then you saw that one of your friends posted something.
They were out to dinner with a big shiny rock on their finger. The caption read 'five years spent with my best friend and partner, can't wait to spend the rest of my life as your wife.' Best friend? That was your role in her life, not some man! As you scrolled on and it seemed all you were seeing was your friends being happy and in love.
You groaned; you were happy for your friends, but you were jealous at the same time. You were so lonely! When was it your turn to kiss and fall in love? You couldn't remember the last time you even went on a date. Clearly, scrolling through Instagram was a mistake. You took your empty dish and placed it in the dishwasher. Maybe a sweet treat would cheer you up. You grabbed your keys, phone, and wallet before putting your shoes back on and locking the door. There was a 7/11 fairly close to your place, so you decided to walk. You acquired a pint of ice cream, some chocolate, and some salty chips to balance out the sweetness.
On your way back, you looked over to see the most obnoxious flier you had ever seen. 1-800-Sexy-Times? It looked like a scam if you'd ever seen one. But you took a picture of the flier anyway; at the very least, you could send it to your friends for a laugh.
You got home and scrolled through Netflix for a good movie. You put on something you thought would be interesting, but you did not realize that this movie was also very erotic. Did you see the TV-MA rating? Yes, yes, you did, but you thought that it was for the violence.
You rubbed your legs together, damn, you needed some dick bad; that was your real problem. You looked back at the picture of the flyer to see if it was a scam. What was the worst that could happen? If it were a scam, you'd just hang up and block the number.
You dialed the number, and with every ring of the phone, your heart rate increased until it finally stopped. A velvety, smooth voice came through the other side of the line.
"Hello, love, thank you for calling Sinful Delight. What brought you to us today?" The voice asked. It sounded masculine and so sultry. It was like they were whispering right up into your ear; you swore you could feel the heat of their breath caressing the edge of your ear, but maybe that was just your ears burning out of embarrassment.
"I… um, I called because I just wanted to see what this was all about,"
"Wanted to check it out, huh? That can't be the only reason, though, can it? You can be honest with me," they spoke.
"I was a little lonely, that's all," You admitted, quite embarrassed.
"See, that's it, there's no shame in admitting you want a little companionship, that's what we're here for, darling. Let's be good friends, okay, you can call me Salren."
You thought that was a little strange, you figured that there sort of call escorts usually had really plain-jane names, but maybe this place was different.
"So love, what are you doing right now?" Salren asked
"I'm just watching a movie,"
"That sounds fun. Are you in bed or on the couch? Are you cozy?
"I'm no the couch. Cozy? Maybe halfway, I'm still halfway in my work clothes."
"Your work clothes, huh? Are you following dress code, or is it something sexy?"
You looked down at what you were wearing; there were very vague lines for the dress code at the office you worked at, and you used those lines like a jump rope.
"I'm not sure sexy is the right word, but my boss did say that I show up to work like it's fashion week or something."
"So what do these runway-worthy clothes look like today?"
"Um, a very fitted white collared shirt with a navy vest over top, and a two-piece pinstripe suit, but the pants and jacket have been long abandoned,"
"Oh, so you came prepared for this call huh? You sitting on your couch touching yourself through your underwear right now?" Salren teased, clearly holding back a snicker.
You could feel your entire body grow hot. The conversation had been so normal up to this point, you had completely forgotten that this was a call escort service.
"N-no…"
"We'll why not, darling? You can put me on speaker or use your other hand, but just feel yourself. Caress your body up and down."
You did as they instructed, taking your hand and feeling your body up and down. You didn't know why exactly you were going along with this. In fact, it felt a little embarrassing and silly. Maybe because you had nothing better to do. You ran your hand from the middle of your chest, down your stomach to your side, before you curved your hands around and caressed the inside of your thigh. You let out a light gasp. You didn't expect to be nearly that sensitive from just touching your inner thighs. You never put this much effort into touching yourself before; usually, you just went right to playing in between your cheeks.
Your stomach was wound up and fluttery, just from a few simple light touches and tickles between your thighs. You're face was growing warmer and warmer by the second.
"It feels good, right? Now I want you to touch yourself, I can just tell you're the type that likes it up the butt, don't be shy, just make sure it's over your underwear, okay." The voice let out a sultry laugh but quieted down to hear you shifting around to get into a finger yourself in your hole or at least tease it until you got the permission to go past your undies.
You push the fabric against your hole as if you were trying to finger yourself through it, it wasn't working obviously, but it did a few bated breaths from escaping your lips. Teasing yourself wasn't something you really had done before this call, and now you feel like you were depriving yourself of the thrill that comes with it, the anticipation of when you would be able to actually push a finger inside your twitching hole. Getting the hang of the teasing, you use your other hand to part your legs a bit more open, and to just feel up your warm skin.
"Those sounds are telling me you want more… is that true?" Their voice brings you back to reality a bit, and you nod before thinking about how you need to speak.
"Yes, can I?" Your voice came out in a desperate tone that had you blinking in mild surprise.
"Who am I to stop such a nice and needy voice like yours?" Salren cooed at you through the phone as well as the faint sound of a purr.
You don't waste time thinking about it, however, as you pull two fingers into your mouth and make sure that they are nice and moist before slipping them underneath your underwear and to your entrance.
"Yeah, there you go, let's start nice and slow for me." You can almost hear lip biting as they said those words to you. Pushing one finger into yourself, you shift a bit to give some peace to your wrist and get to push the finger in deeper.
You did exactly as told by Salren, push your single finger in and out of you slowly before adding you. Eventually, you got into a good rhythm, moaning into the phone. As you touch yourself, you hear the voice on the other line getting heavier, and you can't help but wonder if they were also touching them self to the sounds of you.
"You sound so good right now, I'm starting to get antsy. Don't stop." Salren's voice was hot, and it almost felt like you could feel their breath fanning your face through the phone.
You curl your fingers a bit, feeling your walls flutter around the digits and wishing that you had something bigger than your fingers to make you feel more full. Letting out more sound as you get closer to getting off, you close your eyes. Your ear feels extra warm from your phone as you work yourself up more and more, thrusting in and out of your hole. Clearly, you were distracted by your pleasure and didn't notice the array of smoke and mystical things happening in the mist that was enveloping your body.
Your heart was racing. What the hell was going on? You didn't even know how to describe what was going on. There were shadowy tendrils wrapping around your body, preventing you from moving. In another scenario this would be really hot but you had no idea what was going on, were you gonna die?
By the time everything stilled you were sure you weren't on your couch, you couldn't see your surrounding but it felt like you were laying face down on silk satin, your arms and legs were tied by the wrist and ankles, not uncomfortably but just enough that you couldn't move from your star-fished position.
"You look so much cuter in person, love," said a familiar voice that you didn't even know was there. You don't even know what that the voice wasn't just coming from your phone until, you felt a warm hand trail down your leg and stop at your inner thigh.
"Salren?"
"Yes, it is I, Salren, Incubus of the underworld here to bring you to anal ecstasy,"
You blinked under your blindfold, what the hell was going on here, were you secretly about to be sold on the black market to some sicko? or was this actually the voice that brought out those lewd sounds from your lips just a few moments prior.
"Excuse me?"
"It's a joke, partially, this is how I have ready and willing partners to keep my energy up, no point in being on the prowl when they're always going to be someone ready and willing to go to boneburg. You are willing still yes?"
"i'm not going to die right? Like this isn't exchange for all my vitality or soul right?"
"No, I am not going to take your soul. And you're not going to die, that isn't how this works,"
"Then I'm still willing,"
"You don't have anymore questions?"
"Nope, you said it the best yourself, lets go to boneburg, poundtown, bootyborough,"
Salren didn't waste any time after that, their hands were warmer than you expected, groping and grasping at your ass cheeks, it's like your sense of touch had been amplified by ten, every millimeter of skin that their fingers ran over seemed to be comsumed by pulsating with pleasure. Was it it because you were hyper aware of being touched? or was it Salren's power. Either way you were going to enjoy it to the very last minute.
Salren, parted your cheeks, then you felt something on your hole that made you clench. Warm, long, wet, and wriggling. You let out a yelp. The texture was so familiar, was this… their tongue? Your suspicion was soon confirmed when Salren's face slid between your ass and their lips connected with your asshole, their tongue twisting in a spiral over your hole. they licked a stripe over your hole. FUCK. Your body was trembling, why the hell were you so sensitive?
In fact your entire body was so hot, you were panting. Salren's tongue prodded at the entrance of your hole. You were so tense you needed to relax so it wouldn't be a fight to get in there. you figured Salren figured the same thing because they switched back to just licking over the surface and sucking. Whorrish noises were escaping your mouth, uncontrollably so.
Salren hummed, "I think you're ready for my tongue now, are you ready?"
"Yeah," You said taking a deep breath. You felt Salren tongue poke at your hole, making it's way deeper and deeper into. It felt too good, the way his was licking your walls like they were mapping it out and going deeper than anyone one else could have, definitely further than you would have been able to reach with any current toys you had or your fingers.
He lets out a loud slurp as he pulls out of your hole to lick a messy trail around your rim and before giving a kiss to your entrance and then sticking his tongue back inside you.
Yor were taking shallow breaths in and out. You were close, you could feel it, but just as you were about to tip over the edge salren stopped.
"Why'd you stop?" You said far whiner than you had intended to.
"It'll feel even better if you wait and it'll provide me with more energy. Just hold out a little longer love, you're doing so well,"
This went on for so much longer, you were crying, it felt so good, but it you knew that cumming just once would feel so much better. Salren's tongue was reaching every possible crevice in your hole. The amount of slick viscous fluids between your cheeks was enough to fill an extra large lube bottle fit for a size queen trying to take home the bad dragon grand prize.
It felt like it had been an eternity, in reality it had probably only been like five to ten minutes but all that time with amplified by ten. You were fighting against your constraints. You're lets were desperate to cum. Wiggling your ass, arching your back, and doing anything you could to find a modicum more of stimulation.
Finally, Your entire being was taken over by the wonderful all consuming feeling of an orgasm, it was so much all at once. you caught your breath. Your heartrate return to a safe pace after a couple of seconds.
"You taste so good just after one orgasm, love, I can't wa until you can barely take it anymore of the pleasure i plan to inflict upon you,"
Your stomach lept into your chest when you felt a slippery tip slide between your rear. Was this what you thought it was? Were you going to be fucked into overwhelming submission by an incubus.
Salren thrust into you, it was a feeling like nothing you'd yet to experience, it was a fairly regular feeling tips, maybe larger than the usual but not uncomfortable. Their penis had ridges and bumps along it. They rubbed along every since part of your anus, your hands were clenching the silk sheets, and sweat rolled down your forehead. Salren went slow at first, their pace picking up as you relaxed around their shaft.
Your stomach was pulsing with warmth and pleasure, winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment. The wet slapping sounds of Salren's thighs against the globes of your ass bounced off the walls. Every time their thighs connected with your rear it jiggled vigorously.
The cord snapped, you came hard, the tight ring of muscle that made up your ass clenching tight around Salren's textured cock. You're toes flexed, and curled and the waves of pleasure washed over you. You couldn't hear anything aside from the wanton, moan you let out, your head thrown back. They slowed down but they didn't stop, it was too much, you had just come, but you couldn't close your legs, you're only outlet for the all consuming stimulation was the cries, whimpers and mewls coming from your voice.
"You sound son sweet my dear, does it feel good?" Their silky voice sending shivers down your spine.
"Yes, yes it feels so good, I can't take it," You cried, your blindfold was cold against your hot skin, wet from your sweat and tears.
"But we've only just begun? Do you wish to stop?"
You shook your head vigorously. "No I want you to keep pounding into me until I can't walk, until i can't think straight!"
You had now way to know but it sounded like Salren had a smile on their face. "Your wish is my command. " They said the snap of their hips into yours emphasizing their words. They fucked into you hard, and rough , their fingers holding your hips tightly. You came two more times that way, then they fucked you slow, their hands running over your body, slightly tickling you. their hands coming to play with the parts between your thighs, you didn't toy with them all that much so you were only that much more sensitive to the touch.
Finally after sweating up a storm and cumming all over yourself Salren pulled out. Your body relaxed, sagging into the mattress. Then suddenly you were back on your couch, fully naked, phone in hand.
"I hope you had a good a time as I did. I won't need to feed for a while, and i sincerely hope you call again."
"But I don't even get to see your face?"
"Sorry my dear, maybe another time, I have to keep my intrigue,"
"Another time?" you questioned.
"I supposed you didn't notice, see that mark on your belly?" You looked down, and sure enough there was a sick cybersigil heart tattoo looking mark just an inch below your belly button. Glowing a magenta color and faintly warm.
"What's this?"
"I marked you, that way all the other demons know you're mine, and thanks for calling sinful delight,"
