You and Mondo have been in the same boat for a while now, crushing on each other for ages to the point where everyone knows but the two of you!
Mondo Owada x shy!chubby!fem!reader
Non-despair AU
Word Count: 4394
Request for @merykitten <3
You sighed dreamily at your desk as you laid your head down, your cheek pressed against the cold fake wood. You had been staring at Mondo for the past few minutes and luckily he hadn't turned around, yet.
Chihiro who was sitting in front of you laughed a little and poked your cheek.
“You’re staring again.” He smiled and followed your gaze, even though he already knew who you were looking at.
“I know…” you sighed. After letting your gaze linger for a few seconds longer you turned your head away, instead looking out the window.
“I think you should just tell him. It’s been almost two years.” Chihiro looked between you and Mondo. “I would just hate to see you miss your chance." He sighed.
“… I wish I could tell him, but any time I get close to him I clam up and can’t say a single word.” You pouted and let out a deep heavy sigh like the world was bearing its entire weight on you.
At that same moment Mondo turned around. He made eye contact with Chihiro and smiled and then his eyes slowly shifted down to you. A light blush quickly dusted his cheeks and he zoned out while simply staring at the back of your head.
His eyes slowly trailed down your body, he watched as you sat up and leaned forward. He saw the way your full chest pressed against the desk and he wondered what it would be like to feel you hugging him. The feel of the soft rolls of your body pressed against him as the two of you laid together and-
“Mondo! I am speaking on very important matters please stop staring at-“ Mondo quickly scrambled to cover Kiyotaka’s mouth.
“Shut the hell up man!” Mondo yelled. He waited a little before moving his hand from Kiyotaka’s mouth.
Taka looked at him confused for a few moments before he let out a hearty laugh. “I forgot! My bro has a crush!” Taka smiled.
Leon who was sitting on a desk right across from them burst out laughing while Mondo looked like he was gonna kill Taka with his own two hands.
“Leon! This is no laughing matter! Feelings of the heart are very important.” Kiyotaka crossed his arms and shook his head at Mondo.
“I said shut the hell up! Both of you!” Mondo’s blush wasn’t gone but he certainly looked more mad than flustered now.
“Do not use such crude language bro.” Kiyotaka sighed and shook his head at Mondo disapprovingly.
“Oh I’ll show you crude language!” Well with that it wasn’t long until Mondo devolved into a cursing fit that Kiyotaka tried to excuse, but it quickly grew to be too much for him to allow to slide.
You has turned back to see them. When you started listening again and heard the laughter coming from Leon. You smiled and laughed softly while watching them, it was a little louder than you intended and it seemed that was just enough to catch the attention of Mondo.
He paused, slowly looking at you. Your laugh sounded something akin to angel choir to him.
"S-sorry." You muttered. To you, you were too loud and distracting him. To him, you were a voice he always searched for and just managed to find these time.
He wanted to tell you not to apologize, wanted to tell you to laugh at him more please, wanted to tell you how your laugh is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. But all the words died in his throat and his feet stayed firmly in place while just staring at you.
You gave him a slight nod and a little smile as an apology before turning back to Chihiro. "I fucked it up." You sighed.
"That's not true. I'm sure he was just wanted to laugh with you." Chihiro sighed and shook his head. He wished he could get it through to you that you most certainly had this in this bag.
Mondo sighed and sat back down in his seat. He would definitely try to talk to you today. Well that's what he said but that couldn't be further from what actually happened.
Unfortunately for the both of you the rest of the day continued like normal, you with your group and Mondo with his. The bridging gap between the two of you was usually Chihiro, but it seemed like even he wanted the two of you to talk to each other on your own for once.
But that didn’t get anywhere as it was now the end of the day and you were packing up without having said a single word to him. You let out a deflated sigh.
“Heya y/n!” You were brought out from your deflated state by an excited Aoi. “Do you wanna go the store with me? I’m all out of donuts and Sakura is too busy to go with me!” She sighed dramatically but ended with a little giggle.
“Oh, um, sure.” You smiled and grabbed your bag. The way home was a bit long but making a little stop should be ok. That’s what you thought at least.
"Is she busy with training?" You hummed as the two of you started making your way out of the school.
"Yeahhhh. I was supposed to train with her but then I completely ran out of donuts and I can't train on an empty stomach." She sighed and you nodded along to her every word.
The two of you stopped at a bakery not too far from school, it was her favorite, she talked about this place non stop. She ordered probably a dozen donuts with a big smile on her face while chatting up the cashier.
“Mmmm that’s so good!” She hummed happily after getting her fill and you shared a smile with her.
"I'm glad you like it." Your smile softened around the edjes, just happy to be keeping her company and talking a little while she worked on stuffing her mouth. The two of you sat down and talked until it grew dark, the passage of time not even real to the two of you.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to keep you this late! I can walk you back." Aoi sighed as she looked up the sky through the window, finally noticing just how dark it is.
"Oh no its ok! We go the opposite direction anyways." You smiled a bit, happy she was planning to walk you home at least.
"Oh... that sucks." She sighed. "Well I'll see you in class tomorrow then!" She waved and walked off. You waved back and watched as she disappeared into the distance.
You hummed a soft tune as you grabbed your headphones and put on your music, leaving one ear open as a safety precaution as you began the walk home.
For a while your walk was fine, calming even. Taking time to listen to your playlist full of happy romance songs and maybe even spend a little bit of time daydreaming about you and Mondo in one of these songs.
But your dreamy state was quickly ruined when you heard a wolf whistle. You sighed internally and just kept walking, hoping that this had nothing to do with you, hoping that it was joke or an accident, or honestly anything else. Unfortunately it was none of the above.
“Where you going sexy?! Came hang out with us!” A guy yelled. The same
You wined and froze up in fear. It took a few seconds of silence before you were finally able to walk again but by that point he was already standing in front of you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low with a menacing growl to it that made your stomach churn. His hand came down and grabbed your shoulder making you yelp out and look down.
His hand on your shoulder moved up and he snatched your headphones out your ear.
Not too far away Mondo was sitting with his gang members. They were supposed to be out for a ride but one person wanting a smoke broke turned into everyone deciding they needed a break for something so they stopped here.
That little yelp of yours made Mondo’s ears perk up. He pushed up off the wall he was leaning against and took a few steps forward, getting a good view of the road and trying to see where the sound would come from.
“Hmm…” he didn’t see anything, somehow missing you entirely until he heard your voice again.
“P-please take your hand off me!” He instantly knew it was your voice. Your voice that sounded shaky but not in that nervous way he had come to memorize, no this was something different. You sounded terrified, so scared that make it made his stomach lurch and his fists clench.
Mondo immediately went into action and began storming over there. “Get the fuck off my girl!” He was talking before he managed to think about his actions. His rage in the moment outweighing any shyness he would have felt otherwise.
The sound of that caused Mondo’s crew to all perk up. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their eyes to you and Mondo.
“Your girl?” The guy scowled at Mondo as he slung an arm around you.
“My girl. You heard me shit head!” Mondo grabbed you by the arm and almost like something out a shoujo manga you came tumbling right into his firm chest and his big strong arms. He wrapped an arm around your waist and glared at the guy who was bothering you.
“If she was really your girl why does she look like she’s about to fucking blow.” The guy laughed, and he wasn’t entirely wrong. Your face was one of pure shock and apparently you were flushing so hard he could even see it with just the light from the street lamp.
Mondo pulled back a little and looked at your face. Seeing your expression made him finally realize the words coming out of his mouth. His arm loosened around your waist but he didn’t let go, he wouldn’t let some ass trying to brother you be the thing to deter him now.
“So what? Got a problem with her being shy?” Mondo huffed and you fell back against his chest, really too stunned to try and move. "See how she’s not pulling away or yelling at me to leave. That’s how you can tell she actually likes me fuck face.”
He was right, but also from the sheer shock of it all you couldn’t bring yourself to try and utter anything.
The guy reached out and grabbed your shirt, pulling you back and out of Mondo's arm which has loosened.
"L-let me go!" You yelped and tried to squirm away.
Mondo grit his teeth and both his fists clenched. "Get the fuck off her!" His body moved quick and he punched the shit out of the guy.
"Ow holy shit!" The guy's hands flew to his face and he cupped his cheek where he was just hit.
Mondo grabbed your hand and pulled you away from that who was still withering in pain.
What Mondo failed to realize was that his entire gang was watching and they had seen everything. They were cheering and clapping as Mondo and you grew closer and closer.
His face went a full bright red and you slowly turned in and looked at him. Luckily for him you were no longer under the street light so you couldn't see just how red he had become. You were also in the same situation just flushed red and happy the light wasn't on the two of you.
His steps quickened and he walked ahead of you, still not letting you go though. He had a wobbly happy smile but it was also mixed with a scowl. He was so happy just getting to hold your hand but he needed everyone to shut up.
The rowdy and overall excited behavior just became louder and louder as the two of you got closer.
“Everyone shut up!” Mondo yelled. This pulled a few snickers and laughs, but eventually everyone fell silent and quietly went back to their own things. They got the message, don’t stare, so most of them didn’t and ones that did tried to make it less obvious.
Mondo huffed as he led you over to his bike. He cleared his throat as he turned to face you.
“I’ll take you home. I don’t want anyone else bothering you.” He grabbed his helmet and put in your head, strapping you in to it before you could refuse.
“Wa-wait you don’t have to! And it looks like you’re busy…” Your voice was barely higher than a soft mutter as you turned to look around at his gang.
“These shit heads will be fine. Now get on the damn bike!” His face was going redder by the second, somehow you were just the cutest thing ever with his helmet on. For once he was happy he kept that thing.
“… I’ve never been on a bike… Do I just get on?” Your hands shook slightly. Your nerves taking over more than the excitement of the situation. This was something you had day dreamed about, just to be surrounded by so many people you didn’t know and shaken up from a creep bothering you. A part of you wanted to cry, another wanted to run away, and the last wanted to jump straight on to the bike for a chance to hold Mondo close.
You did none, instead staring at the bike like it was some foreign object.
“Ah shit, uh.” Mondo sighed as he thought of how to explain it for a few seconds but nothing really came to mind. He pulled down the little foot pegs and then moved to stand in front of you.
Without warning he grabbed you by your hips and lifted you like he lifted weights heavier than you, which he probably did.
“Oh…” your voice came out soft and you blushed more. God something about how he was able to lift you effortlessly sent butterflies straight to your stomach.
He hopped on the bike in front of you kicked up the stand.
“Wrap your arms around me tight!” His voice came out louder than he intended. Getting to act cool and lift you like that made him feel like he actually was your boyfriend.
You nodded and did as told, leaning forward against his back like you had seen in movies and wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Fuck…” he muttered to himself. He didn’t take into account that you’d be pressed against him and the curves of your warm body would mold into his back. Holy fucking shit he has only ever dreamed of this before, he never thought this would be real or that it would feel so heavenly.
With a gulp he put his hands on the handlebars and leaned forward. He looked around and nodded to Takemichi, putting him in charge, before zooming off with you on holding onto him.
The ride started out quite hard for you, you froze up and your hands clenched on his shirt. It was too fast and something entirely new.
"Hey... Uh, how do I get there?" Mondo finally spoke up after a bit of the ride.
"Oh! Right!" You giggled a little and finally looked up. Your eyes grew wide and you became mesmerized as you stared at the lights and the buildings as you blurred past them.
You may have been scared but your amazement outweighed any other feeling in this moment. "It's so beautiful..." You were talking to yourself but Mondo still heard, smiling to himself.
It took a while, with you getting quickly distracted and him having to remind you about directions every so often.
Once he finally made it to your place, he slowed the bike to a stop and then kicked out the stand. He got off first and lifted you again, gently sitting you on the ground.
You stared up at him and watched as he focused in on unstrapping your helmet. It messed up your hair a little, but not enough for you to actually care.
“I-“ his voice came out way too quiet this time. “AHEM! I’m sorry, the helmet fucked up your hair.” He put the helmet on the back of the bike.
You giggled and shook your head a little. “It’s fine.”
Then you both went silent again. Silently looking at each other and then looking away, just trying to find the right words.
“I, uh, thank you so much for today!” You looked down as you practically shouted, a hand coming up to cover your mouth when you finished. “Sorry…” you muttered.
“There’s no need to thank me. How could I just let some random guy bother you like that? I wouldn’t be able to call myself a man if I just watched that!” He looked away, trying to hide that he was starting to blush, but luckily for him the light of the street lamp wasn’t bright enough for you to see it anyways.
“Thank you for bringing me home as well.” You smiled brightly.
“Hey, don’t fuckin…” he was going to tell you not to thank him again but the second he saw your smile his voice trailed off and he went silent. A slow nod replaced the words he was going to say.
Then the silence settled over the two of you again. Neither of you ready to leave but neither of you quite sure of what to say next.
“… I’ll see you tomorrow in class then. I’ll bring you cookies or something as a thank you.” You broke the silence, giving him a little wave s you turned around and started heading towards the door.
Before you could get far you felt something graze your fingers.
“Hm?” You turned around meeting Mondo who was mid reach, trying to grab your hand.
“I, um… shit!” He cursed at himself. Hating how he just couldn’t get his act right around you.
Since he couldn’t say the words, instead he grabbed your cheeks and closed the distance between the two of you, kissing you.
Your eyes opened wide just as his fluttered shut. Your hands curled into fists around your jeans and you stilled up like you were frozen.
Mondo pulled back, flushed and looking proud until he saw the frozen state you were in. His expression dropped.
“Sorry.” He looked down, he knew it was too good to be true.
“N-no! Wait! I’m sorry.” Your hands flew from your jeans up to his hand, holding one of his in both of yours.
“I just never thought that would happen.” You paused and gulped, it was now or never. “I’ve liked you for almost a year now Mondo! Please don’t go!”
He turned and looked down at you, with this proximity you could almost feel the heat from his face.
“Wh-what?!” His eyes were the widest you’ve ever seen and you nodded quickly. “I’ve liked you too!” His voice somehow managed to get even louder.
“Oh my god! I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream!” You sighed happily and felt your body relax as the nerves subsided.
“Will, uh, will you be my girlfriend then?” Mondo spoke quickly and began frantically looking around like you would immediately tell him no.
“Of course! Oh I can’t believe this is real!” You squealed. His strong arms quickly wrapped around you and he pulled you close against him.
You went silent and stiffened a little. It took a few moments before you were able to relax against him and wrap your own arms around him.
He pulled slowly, just enough that he could look at you. He refused to let go of you, he needed to hold you for the rest of his life.
“C-can I… fuck!” He cursed at himself, it sounded like it came from the depths of his soul. “CAN I KISS YOU AGAIN?” He yelled with wide eyes as he stared at the ground behind you to lock the fuck in.
You couldn’t help but laugh, even as your hands moved up and cupped his cheeks. You nodded and closed your eyes, waiting patiently for him to close the space.
Mondo leaned in and kissed you again. It was soft despite the light roughness of his lips.
Maybe it was how soft your lips were, or maybe it was the fact that you were both teeming with happiness and overjoyed, but he just couldn’t stop kissing you. One kissed turned into two, and two turned into four soft gentle kisses.
Every kiss felt like a confession of his feelings, and every soft touch of his hands starting to slowly roam your body just felt like little bursts of confirmation. He didn’t stop kissing you and feeling you even as his hands moved over your sides, hips, stomach, back, shoulders, arms, hell even the chub of your thigh. Anything he could touch he just had to feel.
Then his hand moved up a little, just enough for him to grab your ass. His fingers curling into the flesh causing you to gasp. That gasp was all he needed to slowly push his tongue into your mouth.
You let him lead, letting him explore your mouth until he felt he had felt enough. Then his tongue slid across yours, a little yelp slipping out in the process.
Your eyes shot open, then his followed right after. “Did I scare you?” He panted softly.
“Just felt a little weird.” You moved your hands from his face to wrap around his neck.
He nodded. “I-I’m gonna do that again.” He sounded more like he was convincing himself than telling you.
“Can you move your tongue along mine?” You nodded and just like he said, another kiss was placed upon your lips. This time you opened your mouth for him, giving him access to slip his tongue against yours. You froze for a beat and then started to copy his movements. A soft grunt coming from him that went straight to your core.
The sweet kisses turned passionate and deep and the only thing you two could hear was the sounds of your kiss.
His hands started to roam again, groping everywhere and making your head spin. A practically high pitched whine slipping from you when he grabbed your breasts.
Mondo froze when he heard you, a sound his brain could never even think to conjure up. Something so sexy and lovely he wished to hear it every day.
You pulled back and looked up at him. "Sorry. Do I sound weird?" You smiled nervously.
"N-no!" He yelled. "You sound... hot. Like really fucking hot." He mentally face palmed, he could speak better than that.
You nodded and your flush grew a bit darker. This time you leaned in first and kissed him again. You tried to lead, but after embarrassingly fumbling around for a moment he took over.
The bout of confidence he gained taking over the kiss was enough for him to comfortably have one hand kneading your chest while the other sat on your hip. He consistently pulled whines from you and your felt your body growing hotter by the second.
"Mmm M-mondo...!" You gasped and managed to press yourself even closer against him. Close enough that you could feel how hard he was pressing against you.
Then the light flipped on in the house. Both of you stilled instantly when the new source of light flooded your eyes which had been in the dark for hours. You both quickly pulled away and looked at the other, now finally able to see just how red the both of you were.
The door flew open and your mom rushed out in her pajamas. When she saw it was you and one of your friends she had met before she let out a heavy, relieved sigh.
"Oh my goodness y/n! I was worried sick." She leaned against the door frame dramatically. "You weren't home and I hear so many loud noises outside, but it's just my baby and her friend." She smiled and waved to Mondo who gave her a little nod and waved back.
She had met him before during a class group project, something about exploring others talents, something not important right now.
“Ah hi mom! We just lost track of time. I’ll head on in.” You grabbed your bag and made your way up to the door, stopping halfway when you remembered everything that just happened. Your eyes softened and you turned back to Mondo with a smile while tapping your phone in your pocket, signaling for him to text you.
“I’ll see you tomorrow. Get back safely.” Your voice, your body language, the way you spoke, everything about you was just so soft and perfect and even in this moment where you were telling him bye, Mondo felt like he couldn’t get enough.
“B-bye.” His voice cracked. His face burned red and his fists clenched at his sides as he inwardly cursed himself. “… wasn’t fuckin’ manly…” he muttered.
You giggled and stood next to your mom in the doorway, the two of you watching as Mondo got on his bike and sped off.
When you finally entered the brightly lit house with your mom she turned to you with a little smirk. She opened her mouth to say something but instead just laughed a little.
“Huh?” You raised your eyebrow at her and she shook her head.
“Nothing dear. Good night.” She smiled and headed back down the hall to her room.
Your eyebrow raised as you went up to you room. You wondered what could have been so funny as you began putting up your stuff and grabbing your pajamas.
You walked into the bathroom, ready for a nice warm shower but as you stopped in front of the mirror you finally understood what she thought was so funny. Even after having a few moments to calm down you were still flushed a deep red, your lips were swollen, and your shirt was rumbled from where Mondo's hand had been.
The crazy party last night left you fucked up and highly annoyed with everyone trying to tell you what to do. Now even your roommate is breathing down your neck when you just want a chill day.
Ibuki Miodia x toxic fem!reader
Modern College AU
No talents
Word Count: 2283
<- Part 1
Loud. Ringing. Blaring. Holy fucking shit.
You opened your eyes, slowly blinking. Not even able to see the world around you as you reached around for your phone to cut off your god awful alarm. Why the hell was that even on. You sighed and rolled back onto your side, laying there with your now silent phone tucked against your chest.
You let out a small sigh as you pulled your phone back to the check the time. You squinted hard as the light practically burned your eyes. Once your phone brightness was turned down completely and you could see that it was still early you decided doom scrolling in bed would be the plan until your head at least stopped throbbing. Well that was the plan until you heard a heavy knock on the door.
“… Come in…” you groaned as you sat up, it felt like your head was gonna implode.
"I made breakfast. I know your hangover is horrible and you wont eat until around dinner time." Your god given roommate Kyoko walked up to you with a plate in hand, a simple breakfast she made for you.
“Yeah I got absolutely fucked.” You sighed and grabbed the plate from her hands. Not bothering to look up at her or cut on a light as you started eating.
“Yes I know. The video was all over my Instagram. I was also home to watch you drink yourself into a coma.” She had a little sigh in her voice as she sat down on the bed.
You paused mid eating and looked up at her. You saw that concerned twinge in her gaze that always meant she was going to question your life choices. You rolled your eyes and put the fork down. “Fuck off Kyoko we’re not doing this.”
“Fine if you don’t want my help I won’t give it.” Kyoko stood up and faced the door. “But I’m sure you go drunk last night you don’t even remember that you called her until her bandmates blocked you.”
You completely froze, all functions just stopped within that moment.
“I did what now?” You slowly looked up at Kyoko who turned back to face you with a small smirk. She knew this would get you to listen to her.
“You drank so much I’m surprised you didn’t get alcohol poisoning.” She turned back to you and sat down on the bed.
“Yeah I know that much I can feel it in my head. Get to the point Kyoko.” You went back to eating but much slower this time, slow enough that you'd be able to fully comprehend everything she was saying.
"Well after you drank just about all the alcohol you had lying around, you cried about how dearly you missed Ibuki. After that you called her no less than twenty times while sobbing." You groaned and flopped back on the bed, chewing whatever was in your mouth while lying down.
"Somewhere around the twenty-first call Leon, I believe, blocked you. You didn't stop calling though the calls just stopped going through. Then you decided to try and call her on Instagram so I took your phone before you ended up blocked on everything. If you'd like proof I have a video." Kyoko fished her phone out of her pocket and smiled.
“No no no, no!” You put the plate on your bedside table and curled up to try and hide away from your shame.
The room settled in silence for a moment as you tried to regain your memories of the previous night.
"... You wouldn't be in this situation if you just asked her out." At her words you uncurled yourself from your ball state and looked up at her with a deeply tired expression.
“Why does it always have to be me? Why can’t she ask me huh?” You raised your eyebrow.
"Cause when she did you said no."
“I was dating a guy at the same! That’s cheating Kyoko, don’t tell me you condone cheating?!”
“Firstly nobody knew you were dating him and secondly you’ve been cheating on every partner you’ve had with Ibuki!” That shut you up. She wasn’t wrong either. Saying Ibuki was your favorite vice wasn’t a far stretch.
“Well shit… I’m just not ready for a relationship yet.” You huffed and laid back down, starting to rub your temples that had felt like they were pounding.
"I do not understand why you're so against being with her, but if you won't then let her go." Kyoko's voice softened towards then end. It was obvious she felt bad for Ibuki, hell everyone felt bad for Ibuki.
“No.” Quick, short, and the end of the conversation because that was all you had to say. You couldn't give her a reason when you didn't fully understand it yourself.
Kyoko stood with a sigh. “When she leaves you to be with someone who actually wants her don’t come crying to me.” And with that she left you alone in your room.
You sighed, despite the fact that she was right, your blood felt like it was boiling. Who was she to try and dictate your love life? You didn't ask her opinions, she stumbled into this and started giving her own opinions.
"She wont even confess to the guy she likes, what the hell..." You muttered to yourself, somehow believing that made her the least qualified person to tell you what to do.
You huffed and grabbed your phone from where it had become tangled in the sheets. You slammed back down on to your side, bad choice that made your head hurt like hell, but you pushed through it and began looking through what looked like millions of notifications.
“… holy shit.” You muttered as you began looking through everything. Text from your bandmates, a few people you were talking to asking what was up with you and Ibuki, a few stay text messages, someone asking when your next performance was, and lastly a text from Ibuki, good to know you were no longer blocked.
You pulled your phone up closer to your face as you swiped away all the notifications but hers. You'd get to the rest later. You looked at the time stamp, hmm a few hours ago. She's such an early riser.
'Hey I unblocked you'
'Ibuki knows you're still sleeping cause you got like totally wasted but Ibuki hopes you feel better'
And there was a message from about thirty minutes before you woke up.
'If you need anything I'm here'
'I can grab you anything'
You smiled as you looked over the message. She was just so cute. You hummed and cut your phone off, not bothering to respond, you never did. Not to her or anyone else for that matter.
Your happy blissful moment was only temporary though as the pangs from your hangover began to set in again. You groaned softly and closed your eyes, quickly falling the trap that was your warm blankets as you drifted off to sleep.
When you woke up again it was much later in the day. It was definitely mid afternoon from how the sun was lighting up your room, but at least you felt normal enough to function.
Grabbing the dishes from breakfast, you took them to the kitchen. The blinding fluorescent lights hurt but not as much as it should have, that nap was definitely a life saver.
You hummed as you plopped down on the sofa and decided to maybe respond to messages this time.
'Hey bukiiii'
'my head is pounding :('
'come cuddle me'
You were gonna throw your phone to the side and find something to watch but you were getting a notification not even ten seconds later.
'No Ibuki will be coming over. Lose her number'
'Sorry that was kaz'
'I'll be over in like thirty minutes'
You scowled a little and rolled your eyes. All her bandmates were overly pissing you off.
'Bring ice cream'
You sighed and this time you did throw your phone on the other side of the sofa. You didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, just extremely tired of everyone giving their opinions on you and your best friend.
You grumbled and spent the next thirty minutes flipping through YouTube. Trying to find something that was interesting and didn't include someone with a youtuber accent. You sighed, your eyes felt heavy, but then you heard a familiar tune as a knock at the door.
"The first song Ibuki wrote, the first metal song you had ever sang and the song that made you realize you wanted to a singer and led to the band you were in today. You smiled a little and hummed the tune, Ibuki used to play it all the time.
"It's open!" You called out from the sofa, wincing from how loud your own voice was.
“Hiyaaaaa!” Ibuki smiled as she came running in with a plastic bag in hand.
“Shhhhhhh. My head." You pouted a bit.
"Oh shit. Ibuki's sorry." She nodded and put the plastic bag down on the table. She turned to look at you a big grin on her face as she leaned down and gave you a tight hug.
"Mmmmm." You hummed and wrapped your arms around her, melting into her warm embrace.
Ibuki laid on top of you and your hands began to slowly rub up and down her back. Her cheek nuzzled against your chest and the two of you laid there in silence. Just comfortable in each other’s arms.
“Hey buki, you love me right?” Normally Ibuki is the first to speak, the first to break the silence with some silly question or an ask for a kiss, but this time it was different. Her head shot up and she nodded quickly.
“O-of course! I love you so much!” She smiled brightly. “Does this mean we’re gonna start-“
The lock clicked. Before Ibuki had a chance to finish her sentence you had pushed her off you and practically launched her onto the other side of the sofa.
“I have a guest.” Kyoko’s voice wasn’t loud but Ibuki knew that was the reason she had been pushed away.
Her expression dropped and she looked you at you with wide eyes and a deep frown, but you too focused on who was at the door with Kyoko. She felt her heart basically shatter. How could you care so much about the opinion of someone you don't know to throw her off like that? This was something she asked herself frequently.
“Oh hello Ibuki. I didn’t know you’d be coming over today.” Kyoko gave a small wave.
Ibuki was silent for a moment, only pulled back to reality by the sound of her name.
“H-hey Kyoko! Ibuki decided to come by to nurse her poor best friend back to health!” She quickly smiled brightly and threw herself on you in a much more friendly way.
“Ibuki you’re too loud. I just told you my head hurts.” You sighed and pushed her off again.
“Sorry.” She let out a nervous chuckle.
Kyoko blinked then turned her gaze to you, her eyes stared daggers into yours it was like she was trying to tell you something but you weren’t quiet grasping the message.
“Me and Makoto will be in my room. Please text me if you need anything.” With that she walked off with a shorter guy following behind her.
You watched the two of them walk off until they disappeared into Kyoko’s room. “Ok, they’re gone.” You turned to Ibuki and went to wrap your arms around her but she pushed you away.
"What the hell?" Your eye twitched. Everyone was just pissing you off today.
“Why’d you push me off?” She looked over at you, her eyes wide and slightly wobbly like she was on the verge of tears.
“Cause I didn’t know who Kyoko was bringing." You sighed and reached out, pulling her over onto your lap. "Don't start this Ibuki lets just cuddle and watcha movie. My head is killing me." You sighed.
Ibuki nuzzled against you and sighed. She knew she should say more, should question why you even wanted her here if you were just gonna push you away but instead she just silently laid their against you. Something that became more and more common for the loud and excitable Ibuki.
buki nuzzled against you and sighed. She knew that not all best friends were this close, hell none of them should kiss the way they do unless they’re secretly dating.
God she wished the two of you were secretly dating. Wished she could tell her friends that it was all just an act and that you really did love her, but she couldn’t lie to them. So instead she laid there in your arms, staring at the wall and trying so desperately hard not to cry.
She wanted more from your relationship. CRAVED it at every waking moment, hell you could even be counted as her muse. But at this point she genuinely doesn’t know how long she can keep this up. How long she can do this and act like it doesn’t kill her inside every time you push her off or post someone else.
Shit. She doesn’t even want to think about what'll happen if you actually leave her.
“… kiss?” Ibuki looked up at you.
You nodded with a little smile as you pressed a soft little kiss to her lips. Your lips were so soft against hers, and being so close she could smell the lingering perfume on you. The perfume she brought you.
Ibuki gulped hard as she pulled away from the kiss. She was absolutely fucked.
❤︎ SYNOPSIS: you and kastuki invite eijirō on your two-year anniversary trip to hawaii. unfortunately, you’re quite the tease. are you the asshole?
❤︎ CONTENT: alternate universe - modern au, one bed trope (kinda), teasing, alcohol, grinding, choking, handjobs, everyone is impatient and horny, switch!everyone, nipple stimulation, hair pulling (eijirō), panty ripping, fingering, edging (f receiving), crying (eijirō), penetrative sex … 18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: thank you so much for 2k followers, what the hell?! i'm flabbergasted, befuddled, and overall, extremely thankful.
♫ NOW PLAYING: she is my drug, amaarae.
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r/AmITheAsshole
u/cyberch!ck69
AITA FOR ASKING MY BOYFRIEND'S ROOMMATE TO BE A THIRD WITHOUT ASKING MY BOYFRIEND'S ROOMMATE TO BE A THIRD?
lemme explain.
i [26f] and my boyfriend [26m] have a crush on our roommate/best friend. it was a secret i was planning on taking to my grave, because best friends can be hot sometimes, but i wasn’t about to do anything about it, either. then, my boyfriend got like really really drunk one day, and confessed. snot and tears and all. (don’t tell him i said that.) he explained that he still loved me, but he also kinda-sorta loved his best friend, and honestly, it was kind of a relief? like, cool, so i can keep liking him too.
we had a plan to make him our third. it didn’t work, but it was a plan. a seduction plan that failed miserably bc apparently his roommate is a goddamn saint and probably the bestest friend anyone could ever have and won’t do SHIT. so, we made a new plan—take him with us on our two year anniversary trip to hawaii. simple. easy.
except…my boyfriend thinks that i already talked to him about being a third, but i really haven’t. i just invited him on the trip hoping he got the hint LMAO
i don’t think he got the hint.
am i the asshole?
serious responses only. LOL
miyanolovessasaki
i’m…a little confused…
alienqueen
Rip the bandaid off and tell him girl, because what happens when y’all get there and he’s not down?
jetblackwings
RESIST DARK REUNION, ACCEPT YOUR URGES (nta.)
s.geto
I have a question.
Eijiro was working out when you came to him with the…proposition.
Yeah. You.
“Hey, Eiji,” you ask, poking your head into the room. Eijiro doesn’t hear you, but he sees you, and takes a headphone off before racking the weights.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Eijiro still sweats anytime you’re in his relative vicinity. He’s gotten better at it, but you make eye contact like a motherfucker—staring past red irises and into his soul, perceiving all the secrets he keeps safe, in little boxes with little organized titles. You make him want to spill his guts.
“Kat and I are going to Hawaii in a few weeks, and we're wondering if you could come,” you smile, unassuming and confident, like Eijiro doesn’t know what’s in a few weeks. What date it is.
The two year anniversary of his fucking suffering.
(Technically, you’ve only been moved in for a year, but his suffering began the day you and Katsuki met, so.)
“Oh, um, are you sure?” Eijiro wipes clammy hands on his basketball shorts as you enter the room and take a seat on the exercise bench. You literally have clothes on, a casual sweatsuit fit, and Eijiro’s already drooling. He needs to get a grip.
(Or a girlfriend, his brain helpfully supplies, but that’s not fair to his hypothetical girlfriend. Not when Eijiro has yet to find anyone that measures up to you, holy shit—)
“Yes,” you giggle, like his response is strange. Eijiro’s brain is busy reeling, busy trying to decipher what this invite really means, that he misses your next sentence.
“Sorry—what did you say?”
“Just that it’d be more fun if you were there,” you wave your words off like they’re unimportant, but they are so, so important. Eijiro still doesn’t know what to make of it, though, and eventually gives up. He licks his lips and nods dutifully. He shouldn’t go—it seems like a very bad, not so good idea to go, but will he? Absolutely.
He can picture it now: you and Katsuki, late at night, getting down and dirty in the bed across from his, as quiet as you can, while he squints through closed eyes and jacks himself off into a pathetic state. And then, he sleeps in it, because what the fuck is he going to do—get up to clean himself off? Tell on himself?
“Okay, then I’ll go,” he smiles, and tries his best to hide the myriad of emotions pressing in on his lungs. Excitement, nervousness, confusion. Misery. It’s like Inside Out, but worse.
“Okay, great!” You clap twice, adjusting to, for some reason, get more comfortable in your seat. “Do you mind if I stay to watch?”
Eijiro waits for the other ball to drop. For you to explain that Kat is in the shower, or not even home, and you’re overwhelmingly bored—but, no. Nothing. That was the end of your sentence.
What the fuck.
“Yeah, sure,” he says, a little breathless and a lot confused. You stay for the duration of his workout, quiet as a mouse, and just…watching…
Eijirō nearly drops the barbell on his toes.
s.geto
I have a question.
cyberch!ck69
i have an answer.
s.geto
What do I do in this exact scenario if I’m the boyfriend?
The resort is so nice.
The lobby is open and airy, with poles instead of walls, and leads straight to the beach. Eijirō can see it. Can smell the salt in the air and hear seagulls squawking over food. As Katsuki talks to the concierge and checks in, Eijirō looks out to see calm and blue waters, poorly tamping his excitement with an impatient, bouncing foot. He, also, promptly pushes the last time he went to the beach out of his mind. Nope, not even thinking about it.
“Race you to the sea?” You ask, saddling up beside him. Eijirō shrugs.
“Sure.”
Immediately, you take off—leaving your bags behind and everything—and out the opening that leads to the water.
“Wait, right now?!” Eijirō squeaks, and looks to Katsuki, who isn’t paying either of you much mind, too busy barking at the concierge about something, probably their organizational practices, or another thing equally as trivial.
Eijirō makes a break for it.
He sees you weaving and cutting past cabanas, tripping over blankets and children, and follows the path your feet left in the sand, stomping them five sizes bigger. You’re both still sweaty in airplane clothes that are in no way conducive to these temperatures, but he makes it work—even if he ends up with sand in his sweats in the process.
It isn’t difficult to catch up to you, all things considered. Eijirō feels bad, debates on letting you win—until you turn around and stick a tongue out. Then, it’s fucking on.
“Gotcha!”
He snatches your waist just before the sea, swinging you around in tight arms before you can cross the imaginary finish line. After putting you down, he steps both feet into the ocean and cheers at your pout, doing a little victory dance.
“Aha! I win, I win, I wi—hey!”
Eijirō gets a face full of salt water, drenching him down his side and deepening the shade of his grey sweatsuit. The water is warm, but he chokes from shock regardless, and turns to look at his perpetrator with a new challenge in his eyes. You gulp.
“Wait, I didn’t—fuck!”
You whine when he pours a handful of water over your head. You accept your fate, sighing with your head down and hands open. Your white shirt sticks flush to your body, giving Eijirō the pleasure of revealing your bra underneath, and that’s—
“Oi, the fuck are you two doing?!”
Katsuki comes storming up to the shoreline, shaking sand out of his slides and grumbling with every other step. You and Eijirō stand in the water, white wake pooling around your ankles as the tide starts to recede. Katsuki huffs.
“It was his idea!” You point at the redhead to your right, who gapes at your audacity. For that, you get another handful of water over the head. “Wha—c’mon!”
“No, you both c’mon,” Katsuki hisses, pulling out three cards from his back pocket. “Got the room keys. You Dumbasses can frolic in the ocean afterwards.”
You two grouse, but agree. Because, Eijirō’s sweatpants stick to his thighs most uncomfortably, starting to stiffen from the salt—and you need a better shirt, preferably one that’s not white and wet and doesn’t highlight your bra beneath. So he can be sane again.
(He can’t help but feel like that sentence was all ‘Eijirō, Eijirō, Eijirō’ but also, guys, please—)
Katsuki walks to the hotel room with two soggy cats in his wake.
The pathways are just as open and airy as the lobby, with no walls on one side to provide a proper outlook to the ocean, and numbered rooms on the other. Theirs is on the top floor of the hotel, and luckily, not much of a shuffle from the elevator.
The room is just as nice as the hotel.
It’s spacious—Eijirō wouldn’t even classify it as a room, but a small apartment. There’s a kitchen and living room, all matching in a calming mahogany wood. Wood floors, wooden ceilings, wooden…wood, until everything but the soft furniture melts into one cohesive image. A pair of sliding doors lead to a balcony spanning the whole room, including the one bedroom—
Um.
“There’s only one bedroom,” Eijirō asks, because the hotel must have made a mistake. Not only is there only one bedroom, but one bed. The bed is big, sure—like, an Alaskan fucking King, more than enough to fit three comfortably—but this isn’t his anniversary, too.
(And yes, he knows his earlier fantasy is contingent on him technically sleeping in the same room, but the same bed is just—)
“Mm,” Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement. That’s about all he gets before you two drag your suitcases inside the bedroom, leaving Eijirō hovering in the doorway. He can sleep on the couch. That’s fine.
“What’re you waitin’ for, Shitty Hair,” Katsuki grumbles as he starts folding his clothes away, and to be honest, he isn’t exactly sure. Maybe for someone to tell him where to go.
“Yeah, c’mon! Feel the bed, it’s so comfy!” And, you’re jumping onto it back first. You hit the pillows with a muted pfft, and Katsuki immediately jumps into action.
“You’re all fuckin’ wet, get off,” he swats at your feet in encouragement, but you kick his hands away, and snuggle on top of the covers. When swatting fails, Katsuki starts to lightly tug at your legs. You don’t budge, and he stands over you with a warning in his eyes, hands on his hips.
“Babe.”
“No.”
“Baby.”
“No, Kats, I’m comfy.”
You wiggle deeper into the mattress, and Katsuki growls. He goes for your legs again, but a foot shoots out to kick him in his knee, his bad knee, leaving his leg to buckle. He catches himself before he falls with hands on either side of your head. This feels like a very intimate, very domestic situation that Eijirō should not be privy to, and yet, he is. Every day.
He’s okay. He’s fine, really.
“Move your ass,” Katsuki says after a long inhale through the nose, carefully, voice low and words over-enunciated. “Or, I’ll move it for you.”
You groan, but loop your arms around Katsuki’s neck like you aren’t going anywhere. With a laugh in your eyes, you bite back a grin. “No.”
“Fine,” Katsuki huffs, picking you up by the waist. You squeal, legs wrapping around his torso as he carries you to a desk in the corner of the room and drops you rather unceremoniously. You don’t let go, though. He doesn’t make you. “You piss me off.”
“Wow, my boyfriend is so big and strong,” you whine, completely overexaggerating, while caressing Katsuki by his shoulders. You giggle when he sighs.
“Shut the ever-loving fuck up. Please.”
“Why?” Your hand snakes from his shoulder to tangle in the nape of his neck, and Katsuki shivers. Eijirō lingers in the doorway. “Like it too much?”
Katsuki stands there for a second, relishing the feeling of your hands. His eyes flutter shut as your fingers card through his hair with something precious, and his next grumble has a lot less fire in it. “Do you wanna go to the beach or not?”
Finally, he unsticks you himself, with fingers around your wrists. You squeal at the sheer mention of the beach, squirming off the desk to start getting ready. “Ooh, yes! I’m gonna get all the Piña Coladas!”
“Let’s start with one,” Katsuki says, pressing a kiss to your temple before he resumes his unpacking. Why he insists on moving into every hotel he’s stayed in is lost to Eijirō. All he knows is that he’s happy his torture is over. For now.
“Are you gonna keep standing there like a weirdo?” Katsuki says, eyes focused on his activities. Eijirō knows it's directed at him—he’s the only one lingering. The only one ‘standing there like a weirdo.’ Eijirō grabs his things.
“Right. Right.”
cyberch!ck69
talk to them?
s.geto
You’re useless.
cyberch!ck69
fine then, suffer in silence idgaf
When Eijirō finds time to get over himself, he realizes there is something about this that feels way too natural.
“That lady is staring at me weird—I’m gonna fight her.”
“No, you’re not,” Katsuki grunts, and grabs your hand before you can even consider getting up. Eijirō doesn’t really expect you to—you only say these things to give Katsuki a hard time, and he always falls for it, hook, line, and sinker. To the point that Eijirō is starting to think maybe he wants to. That maybe, that’s the whole point. “That’s just how old people look. They forget it’s fuckin’ rude to stare.”
Despite the all-inclusive resort, you three spend the first night eating out at a small restaurant not too far away. It’s a quaint and quiet barbecue spot, with cheap liquor and decent food. You insisted on going out, seeing the town, doing something, and despite Katsuki’s passionate argument—‘the whole point of an all-inclusive is to go fuckin’ nowhere’—he caved quick once it was two against one. (What? Eijirō wants to see the town, too—and he has a soft spot for cute girls with even cuter pouts.)
“I think that would count as elder abuse,” Eijirō says, once swallowing his food and getting a look at your newly proclaimed enemy. Empty shot glasses litter the table, some in stacks of three to make room for the food, and everyone sways a little from it all.
“Definitely does,” Katsuki sniffles and nods. He’s the most obviously drunk at this table—face flushed a bright pink and shirt collar askew. “Definitely would go to jail for it, too. I dunno how to get you outta Hawaiian jail, Babe.”
“Boo! Bribe them,” you heckle, throwing a big thumbs down in Katsuki’s face, and getting in the way of his barbecue chicken sandwich. Katsuki grunts and swats at the air twice until your thumb goes away. “Ooh! Or we could tunnel out, like El Chapo, or those guys from Alcatraz—”
“Those guys tunneled from the inside-out. ’M not going to jail with you.”
“Well—wait, no,” Eijirō says, gesturing to you. “What if we tunnel from the outside, and you tunnel from the inside, and we meet in the middle—”
“Omg, omg, I need spoons and a poster—”
“And, people are naturally corrupt, y’know, I’m sure there’s someone we could find to smuggle it inside—”
“You’re not goin’ to jail,” Katsuki groans through grit teeth, pointing at you, before his finger shifts to his friend across the booth. “And you’re not helping her escape from jail.”
“Oh wow, my boyfriend hates me,” you nod, picking at your food with a fork. Katsuki snatches a cherry tomato off Eijirō’s plate and stuffs it between your lips to keep you quiet. You spit it back out. “Would you even love me if I was a worm?”
Katsuki chucks his head back like this is a question you’ve asked many times before, and groans with nothing but pure frustration. “The fuck does that even mean?”
“It means ‘would you love her no matter what,’ Bro!”
“Thank you, Eiji,” you nod solemnly, suddenly, like this is a life-or-death conversation. “See? He gets it.”
“I’m gonna,” Katsuki incenses, looking at you with something heavier than just annoyance, something Eijirō, unfortunately, has seen too often to not understand—arousal. Suddenly, Eijirō feels like he’s shifting in the doorway of something unknown, again. Katsuki grabs your cheek and pinches. “You’ve been pissin’ me off all day.”
“Oh? And what’cha gonna do about it,” you smile smug past the distortion. Katsuki lets go of your face, and pats the sore area twice. Eijirō looks down at his plate. He’s not even here. He doesn’t even exist. (But, is he watching this entire interaction with one eye open? Perhaps.)
“You don’t wanna know,” Katsuki grunts in passing as he returns to his sandwich. Eijirō lets out a soft breath. This is going to be a rough trip.
“Well,” you say after a few moments of silence, clapping your hands together like they’re cymbals, calling to attention. “Now that I have a sufficient amount of liquid courage in me, it’s time to tell Eijirō the thing.”
Katsuki freezes—as does Eijirō.
“You didn’t tell him the thing,” Katsuki grumbles, looking at you like you’ve grown two heads. “I thought you told him the thing.”
“He’s here, isn’t he?” You argue, but when Katsuki’s look doesn’t budge, you deflate a little. “…I chickened out.”
“Again,” Katsuki adds with a sigh, running a hand over his face. Then, he redirects his gaze to Eijirō. “No wonder you’ve been acting weird.”
“Um,” Eijirō releases his own food to put hands in his lap. Would ‘the thing’ explain why he’s here in the first place? Because, if so, he’d like to know. “What thing?”
As you steeple hands in front of your face, Eijirō takes a sip of his Sprite. Sprite always tastes better when it comes in a cup instead of a can. He doesn’t know why—something about the fizziness, the freshness of it all. Honestly, he prefers Cherry Sprite, but that’s because he really likes cherry, and strawberry, and honestly, most things red, now that he thinks about it—
“I wanna watch you fuck her.”
Eijirō spits out his Sprite—he’s sure some came out of his nose with the propulsion, Jesus fuck—and possibly soaking his shirt in the process.
“I’m—sorry, what?”
Despite Eijirō’s respiratory distress, Katsuki watches with relative bemusement. You pass him a napkin, and Eijirō takes it thankfully.
“What part of that didn’t you get, Shitty Hair.”
“No, no, I—” Eijirō gives himself a few more seconds, a few more deep breaths, and slips half a grounding technique in there, just in case. “Just, like—I think I heard you correctly, but I’m—but I’m really not sure—”
“I wanna watch you fuck her,” Katsuki just…repeats, like Eijirō’s entire world hasn’t flipped on its axis. Like Atlas isn’t officially hanging upside-down, with his legs in the sky like a dying bug, flailing for any sort of friction to upright himself.
“So—” Eijirō starts, and coughs twice into a napkin before redirecting his question. “Why.”
“Because he thinks you’re hot,” you whisper, cupping a hand over your lips so Katsuki can’t read them. Not that it matters—you’re not muttering very quietly. “And so do I.”
Eijirō’s not sure if his face gets red, but he feels it, that heat. That overwhelming sensation to burn and melt away into nothing, and he’s simply trying to tamp it down, keep it safe, so he doesn’t end up making a fool of himself in this very nice, very clearly family-owned establishment.
He nods, though. You bet your ass he fucking nods.
He’d be stupid as fuck to pass this up, and Eijirō Kirishima does not take his curse words lightly.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
jetblackwings
RESIST DARK REUNION, ACCEPT YOUR URGES
kusuo_saiki
why are you everywhere i go
jetblackwings
fate, bro
Your energy is endless, and the next stop is a club.
It goes how it always does—you want something, Katsuki says no. Eijirō says it’s not that bad. Katsuki says fine.
The club is more packed than he expects. It’s not too far from the hotel, the place is full of foreigners, tourists looking for a good time on vacation, and then some. The theme is somewhat tropical, with warm orange lights, a smoke machine, and tree ferns in every corner. You hold onto Eijirō’s thumb and Katsuki’s wrist, yelling over your shoulder and above the heavy afrobeat that makes the floor rattle under his feet.
“Let’s go to the bar!”
“Where they sell overpriced shots?!” Katsuki yells back, almost immediately. You roll your eyes. “Absolutely not!”
And yet, you drag both of them closer to the bar, and further from the front door.
“I just want one,” you holler, and pull out that irresistible pout Eijirō loves so much. Fucked. He’s fucked. “If it’s really that deep, I’ll buy them!”
The bar counter is vaguely sticky, and the four working bartenders look a mess, screaming over the music to grab something, but no one can hear. There are two seats open—Eijirō takes one, Katsuki takes the other, and you take Katsuki’s lap.
“’M not letting my girlfriend buy me a shot,” Katsuki huffs, and pulls his wallet out from his back pocket. After waving a bartender over, he grumbles, “Three shots of Kauaʻi Coconut Rum.”
“Oh, boohoo,” you whine, dropping your head back on his shoulder. Then, with one eye open, “Eijirō would let me buy him a shot.”
“Hey! Don’t bring me into this,” Eijirō chuckles, resting a forearm against the counter. Sticky. Immediate regret floods his system, but he’s made his bed and proceeds to lie in it.
“Am I wrong?” You lift an eyebrow. Eijirō stutters.
Because, if a pretty girl bought him a shot, would he let her? Yeah, probably. And, if you bought him a shot, would he let you? Absolutely.
But, that’s neither here nor there.
“Shitty Hair…”
“Guys, I’m not a part of this,” he whines, and as if on cue, their shots slide across the counter. Everyone grabs hold of theirs.
“Okay, wait, wait, I wanna do a toast,” you sniff, a little wobbly. You lift your shot glass, waiting for the rest of them to follow suit. Eijirō doesn’t hesitate, and while Katsuki grumbles, he raises his own. Then, with your chest, you yell, “To me, getting plowed!”
Katsuki drops his head on your shoulder. Thank God you made the toast before they took shots to the head, or Eijirō would be choking all over again.
“Baby, you can’t just—”
“Why would you even—”
You pay their plight no mind, chucking your head back as you swallow the shot. Eijirō follows; he needs one after that, and is wildly unsatisfied when he realizes it’s watered down.
Katsuki sets his glass down with a clink and a growl.
“’Kay, can we fuckin’ go, now?”
“No!” You bark, sliding off his legs unceremoniously. You slip a little, and Eijirō catches you by the waist before you can stumble into him, and tries not to think about how well you fit. When he lets go, he still feels your warmth burning into his palms. His fist opens and closes on his thigh. “I wanna dance!”
Katsuki leans his head back, and groans.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Eijirō!”
You both say his name at the exact same time, like he’s been deemed the official tie-breaker—like it’s his fault you two argue like an old married couple, and he needs to fix his mess. When Eijirō shrinks in his seat, looking at Katsuki, both of you know what his answer is.
“Fuckin’—fine,” Katsuki huffs and stands almost as clumsy as you. You giggle a yay, and take Eijirō’s hand before he has a chance to stand.
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” you bounce. Eijirō comes stumbling behind you—because, for someone with little feet, you move real fast—and you find a corner of the dance floor to make your own.
The beat grows in volume and aggression the closer they get to the dance floor. With a steady grip on both of their hands, you start jumping up and down, yanking at their arms to bounce with you. Katsuki grumbles something with a straight face—Eijirō starts hopping along, until it’s a two-person mosh pit, with Katsuki’s unimpressed shoulders jerking under the weight.
“C’mon, Kat!” Eijirō yells over the music. Katsuki looks at him, but his feet are firmly planted on the ground.
“Please,” you whine when he doesn’t budge. Eijirō thinks that Katsuki’s arms would be crossed if they could. “You’ll have fun!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. His heels rise and drop, slowly, completely against the beat, and without the balls of his feet separating from the tiled floor. “This is not fun.”
“Because you’re not doing it right!” Eijirō says, tugging him closer. Katsuki stumbles forth. “You gotta jump!”
“It’s too late for this shit,” Katsuki huffs, but jumps. Once. “I don’t know how you two are grown-ass adults with this type of energy.”
You quit your jumping, chest heaving in a pant, and sweating skin glistening under halogen lights. Eijirō follows suit, a little less out of breath, but you were going hard. Katsuki exhales, thankful his torture is over, for now.
The song changes into something slower. Not too slow; a trap beat still hides underneath, but slow enough to calm his hammering heart. Eijirō has always loved clubs—enough alcohol to make people friendly, the humid atmosphere from too many bodies in one place, the way the music is all-consuming enough to block out the buzz of the world…
Eijirō shakes himself out of his reminiscent stupor to see Katsuki draped over your back. His hands hold your hips steady, swaying, and while you aren’t grinding, you’re pretty damn close.
You grab Eijirō by his shirt.
The redhead takes a deep, steadying breath. He’s not sure whether it's the alcohol or the sight that makes his head spin. Maybe, it’s the fact that he’s included, for the first time.
All he knows is that he really, really does not want to fuck this up.
No pressure.
His hands find your hips, running over Katsuki’s. He looks at his friend, double-checking if this is okay, if he’s crossing a line. Katsuki’s nose is in your neck, brushing against your jaw, utterly unbothered. He takes it as an O.K.
You hum, arms wrapping around Eijirō’s neck to the best of your ability. He’s not sure you’re even standing, simply leaning your weight against Katsuki, and trusting Eijirō enough to keep you from falling forward. There isn’t much space for you to, anyway. Your chin is pressed flush against his chest, looking up at him like he has something you want, and he’s not exactly sure what to do about that.
He lets a ‘fuck’ slip, quiet enough to fit under his breath and completely involuntary. It’s not his fault—your lip gloss glistens in the shifting light, and he can’t stop looking at it. Katsuki mutters something into your neck, and you giggle, hips shifting forward so you can grind against Eijirō, too.
He’s losing his mind, a little.
Because, this feels better than he could’ve imagined—you fit better than he could’ve imagined. The alcohol, the lights, and the faint fog soften the edges of everything, to the point where it feels like he’s walking in a very vivid dream, like he’ll wake up at the most inopportune time, sweaty, sad, and probably rock hard. Katsuki groans under his breath, and Eijirō finally peels his eyes away from your face to notice that his friend isn’t doing much better.
“God, this is fuckin’ hot,” Katsuki grunts, and you giggle with a bottom lip tucked between your teeth, eyes way too bright with excitement. Eijirō huffs a laugh.
“Cool, ‘cause I was thinking the same thing.”
Katsuki grunts again, and grinds into you harder, heavier. You don’t stumble forward, but you would’ve if the redhead weren’t there to take the brunt of the blow.
One of Eijirō’s hands starts to wander.
Completely of its own volition—he was totally content to keep them at your sides, swear—it caresses your waist, running up and down, contemplating the feel of your skin under your dress. He takes another deep inhale, for his sanity.
Katsuki, on the other hand, lost his sanity a long time ago.
One of his hands leaves your hip, too—the one that’s not still trapped under Eijirō’s own—sliding up your stomach, over your breasts. Eventually, it comes to rest at your neck. Eijirō knows when he squeezes, because as his wrist flexes, your eyes bulge, then melt. Eijirō simply tries to memorize it all—the wild look in Katsuki’s eyes, the entreating one in yours—just in case this is a one-time thing. Or, if you change your mind.
(This isn’t a one time thing, nor are you going to change your mind.)
While Eijirō doesn’t hear your whimper, he does feel it. Which is torture to someone who’s heard your moans through the walls for the past year.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Katsuki hums to himself, shaking his hand on your neck until your head bobs. Then, carmine eyes turn to Eijirō, piercing through the aimless float of smoke. “Ain’t she?”
Eijirō remembers the first time Katsuki asked him this question a couple of months ago, at the beach. He had an answer then, but didn’t want to say it. And, he’s got an answer now.
“Yeah,” he breathes, watching your body curl in between them. His thumb comes to pull at your lip, smearing lip gloss across your cheek in the pattern of his fingerprint. “Bet she’d look even prettier with something in her mouth, though.”
“Fuck.” Katsuki groans like the sound is punched out of his gut, and his hand on your waist tightens. Eijirō feels it and follows suit. “I wanna fuck. Like, now.”
Eijirō laughs, throat tight and voice hoarse from arousal. “That can be arranged.”
And, you—you’re just happily swaying between the two of them, eyes lidded and humming along to the music. Like you were built for this, built to handle both of them at once, and, that thought is—
Eijirō takes another deep breath, squeezing your side once more before stepping away.
“Hotel?” He asks. You and Katsuki nod and respond at the same time.
“Hotel.”
geordo.s
fascinating. is this how peasants live?
cyberch!ck69
PEASANTS?
kurapika.chu
You're slightly the asshole—not because of what you did, but because you didn't tell him beforehand.
eren.exe
mmmm idk if you’re the asshole tbh
When you three get back to the hotel, though…
“I don’t wanna fuck tonight!”
Katsuki’s got his shirt halfway off his head, cloth still stuck around his elbows, as he looks at you like you’re clinically insane.
“Fuckin’ what.”
“You heard me!” You giggle, collapsing into the bed with your club clothes still on. Everybody is reasonably drunk, at this point—and Eijirō starts to wonder if you’re having cold feet. Katsuki is quick to put that worry to rest, though.
“No,” he huffs, taking the rest of his shirt off, before he starts pulling your legs like he was earlier and wagging a finger in your face. “No—no, we’re not doing that shit again.”
You lift your head, voice gargling from the awkward position of your neck. “What ‘shit’?”
“You’re fuckin’—you’re fuckin’—” Katsuki stutters in the way he always does when immensely frustrated, and growls at the ceiling steadily, before starting again. “You’re fuckin’ ‘oh, let's wait, it feels so good if we wait.’ I’m not—no.”
Katsuki mocks your voice, as nasal and high-pitched as he can muster, and it earns him a hearty pillow to the face. He snatches it away, reddened face growing deeper in frustration. And Eijirō, who’s still a little confused as to where he’s going to sleep, lingers in the doorway once again.
“Like…edging?”
“Yes!” Katsuki points at his friend, now borderline pacing. “Except—except it’s fuckin’ worse. She’s a tease—it’s teasin’, that’s the fuckin’ word!”
“I’m glad we could come to that conclusion together, Katsuki,” you sit up with a bright smile. Then, kicking a leg out, “Now, help me take my shoes off!”
Katsuki groans, and looks at you with deflating shoulders. His pacing stalls.
“Are we really not gonna fuck tonight?”
“Nope!”
“Fuck!”
“Well, we are here for about a week,” Eijirō tries to placate with a shrug. “We have time.”
“Plus, when we get back,” you nod, kicking the heels of your feet against the bed. Eijirō didn’t know ‘when we get back’ was an option, but he’s most definitely not complaining. You lift your foot again. “Shoes.”
Katsuki grumbles something else that Eijirō can’t quite hear, and gets down on one knee. Your shoes are confusing to look at—they’re heels, with straps that wrap around your leg and end just below the knee. Yeah, if Eijirō wore those all night, he wouldn’t have the energy to take them off, either. As Katsuki starts to undo the bow at the top, you look at Eijirō, and lift your other foot.
“Shoes.”
“Oh, you want me to—”
You nod. “Shoes.”
Eijirō passes the threshold and mimics his roommate—gets down on one knee, and pulls your foot to his thigh. You let out a satisfied hum, nodding your head twice, like somehow, Eijirō’s added presence satiates something. What that something is, though, he isn’t quite sure.
“You happy?” Katsuki grunts, halfway done unlacing. He glares at you, but you just smile lazy and pat both of their heads.
“Mhm,” you nod. “Very. My good boys, taking care of me…”
You sound tired, and Eijirō snorts as Katsuki’s blush deepens. “Don’t fall asleep on us, now.”
“’M not,” you slur, resting a head on your shoulder. Katsuki slides off one shoe, and Eijirō takes the other. You wiggle your toes.
“Y’still gotta change outta this, though,” Katsuki grunts on his way up, snapping the strap of your dress. You whine, collapsing back into the bed with an exhale.
“No! I’m sleeping naked!”
“And, that’s fine,” Katsuki snorts in a soft voice, leaning over you. “Y’can’t sleep in this, though.”
You whine. “Why not.”
“’Cause,” he tugs at the bottom of the dress, “this shit was expensive. I know, ‘cause I paid for it.”
“Ugh,” you groan, loud and drawn out, before sitting up again. “Fine. Someone’s gotta unzip me, though.”
Katsuki runs the zipper down the back of your dress. Eijirō just…turns around, unsure where to put himself, opting to change as discreet as possible. You huff once free, hobbling towards your suitcase with your dress still on but unzipped, only to realize—
“Uh oh…”
Katsuki, who’s already gotten ready for sleep—no shirt and grey sweatpants—looks at you and huffs. “What.”
You turn to both of them with a guilty smile, still uncomfortably hunched over your suitcase.
“I forgot my pj’s.”
Katsuki sighs long until his Adam's apple pops. “Y’gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
Your awkward grin just widens. “Oopsie?”
“Well, I don’t have a fuckin’ shirt for you to wear,” Katsuki drops arms at his sides, and proceeds to fold his clothes from today and put them away. “Like, literally. I brought fancy ass vacation shit—I didn’t bring a singular t-shirt.”
“You can wear one of mine!” Eijirō says, a little too quick for comfort, but what can he do about it? He already blurted it out. Your eyes light up, though.
“Really?”
“Yeah, one sec—”
He stands from his seated position on the floor (don’t judge him; he doesn’t know where to sit), knees popping, as he makes his way to his own suitcase. He files through the plethora of t-shirts he brought— that’s all he wears—and tosses one over his shoulder without even looking at it. You catch it with your face.
“Thank you!” You sing-song. Eijirō looks over his shoulder to give you a thumbs up, only to realize you’re fully stripped save for your panties, and very quickly looks away.
“Yeah, no problem,” he mutters weakly. When he closes his eyes, he still sees you naked, so he starts folding his clothes back into his suitcase like he’s Katsuki Bakugō, instead.
“Ooh, this is soft!”
Eijirō finally deems it okay to look—hoping you’re not just, like, feeling his shirt in your hands, but actually wearing it. Except, this sight isn’t much better. You’re only in his shirt, the Crimson Riot one. It’s beyond oversized, collar loose and hem ending mid-thigh. Eijirō tries not to think about it too much.
(He’s thinking about it. Oh, he’s totally thinking about it.)
Katsuki’s already on the bed, propped up on an arm. When he sees the shirt's design, he snorts.
“When are you gonna get over that comic book character?” He grunts, like Eijirō’s hair isn’t still red.
“When are you gonna start being nice to strangers?” Eijirō asks as he gets up, brushing stray carpet lint from his basketball shorts. Katsuki barks a laugh.
“Fuckin’ never.”
“Exactly,” Eijirō nods. You flop into bed right beside Katsuki, who wraps a steady arm around your waist. Eijirō takes a deep breath. Someone tell him where to go. Please.
It’s like you hear his internal battle. You pat the open space next to you, enough room for one more person, and Eijirō swallows. Wait, so like—
“Are you comin’ to bed or not, Shitty Hair?”
Yeah, okay. Yep.
Eijirō slides in right next to you, slow and awkward in case either of you wants to change your mind. You don’t. Katsuki reaches behind himself to turn the lamp off, and suddenly, everyone is plunged into darkness.
“Hi,” you giggle as Eijirō lays his head on the pillow. He snorts.
“Hi.”
“Hi, bye, goodnight—if we’re not fuckin’, go to sleep!”
You swat Katsuki’s bad attitude away, looking over your shoulder where his head nestles. “Okay, okay. Got it. G’night, Katsuki.”
“Good fuckin’ night,” he grumbles, but when you purse your lips, he meets them with his own. Then, you turn back to Eijirō, who’s lying uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, putting enough space between you and him to fit a tiny person.
“G’night Eijirō,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his waist to tug him closer. He lets you, sliding an arm under the pillows, right along Katsuki’s.
“Goodnight.”
Then, you purse your lips again, waiting for a kiss.
Eijirō hesitates.
And, apparently, you don’t like hesitation. Your puckered lips turn into a pout. “Kiss.”
Eijirō stifles the butterflies in his belly, and leans in.
Your lips are soft, warm from alcohol and the evening’s activities, and then, they’re gone.
Eijirō lays his head back on the pillow, rightfully worn out. A long flight, a beach race, a dinner, a club, new information—his head is still reeling, trying to catalogue it all, but he’s only focused on one thing. You.
With a yawn, Eijirō gets comfortable because he’s allowed.
“Night, Ei.”
Katsuki’s voice rings low through the quiet room—quiet enough that Eijirō sort of assumed both of you had fallen asleep already. The hand running on the underside of his arm squeezes it, three times.
“G’night, Kat.”
Eijirō squeezes him back. One-two-three.
t.kageyama
i have yet to decide whether im too old or too young for this app.
geordo.s
fascinating. is this how peasants live?
cyberch!ck69
PEASANTS?
cyberch!ck69
PEASANTS?????
Eijirō wakes up to you and Katsuki whispering like little conspirators.
“Ugh—who let me drink so much last night?”
Sunlight escapes through thick curtains, cut into thin lines and scattering the room in patterns. Eijirō’s slightly startled for a second, before remembering where he is and, more importantly, the events from last night.
‘I wanna watch you fuck her.’
Right. Right.
“I don’t wanna hear shit,” Katsuki yawns beside you, scratching his stomach. “We tried to cut you off. You said, and I quote, ‘Don’t tell me what to do, I’m a grown ass woman.’”
“Oh,” you say softly, dragging hands down your face. “Yeah, I kinda remember that.”
Your back is facing Eijirō as you pillow talk with your boyfriend, and in a way, it feels like he’s looking through the crack in the door again. Except, he’s allowed to look through the crack, maybe step through it a little, and does just that.
Eijirō nods his bird nest against the pillow and lifts up a sleepy fist. “Work hard, party harder.”
“Hell yeah,” you nod, looking over your shoulder to fist bump him properly. While unconscious, he scooted closer, leaving you squished between two hard bodies. You aren’t complaining, though. With a voice raspy from sleep and screaming over club music, you smile, “Good morning, Eijirō.”
Katsuki grunts in acknowledgement, coffee-less and therefore relatively silent. Eijirō beams. “Morning, everybody. How’d we sleep?”
“Ugh, great,” you say, melting deeper into the covers. “Like a baby.”
“No, you slept like a menace—kickin’ me and shit,” Katsuki grumbles, placing hands on your waist to tug you closer regardless. And, it’s a little weird—seeing Katsuki so overwhelmingly unguarded. So soft.
“Oh, that’s what that was?” Eijirō wakes up feeling bold this morning, and tests the waters, wrapping an arm around your waist, too. It runs along Katsuki’s until it dips below, resting just above your belly button.
“Maybe,” you say, a little guilty. “But, it’s not my fault! I picked up the habit because Katsuki starfishes, so I subconsciously kick his legs back together. See?”
Eijirō has never seen someone kick so hard laying down in his life.
It’s actually pretty impressive—how you manage to know exactly where Katsuki’s foot lies, and aim with utmost precision. He sees Katsuki’s leg reel under the covers as he hisses in pain.
“Ah—the fuck? You’re not the only one with a hangover, y’know.”
You let out an evil little cackle, but kiss Katsuki on the forehead to placate him. He hums in satisfaction. Placation: successful.
“How’d you sleep, Eiji?”
“Like a rock,” he huffs, and snuggles closer. For warmth, he tells himself. Because he’s allowed.
“Good, good,” you wave over your shoulder, and yawn. “’Kay, well I’m gonna go back to bed—”
“Hell no. We’re fuckin’ now,” Katsuki grunts, eyes still closed and face still swollen. He’s half awake. You pout while Eijirō snickers, and the blond peeks an eye out. “Fuckin’ what.”
“Nothing,” Eijirō hums, shaking his head. He presses his chin into your shoulder to see Katsuki better. “You just seem impatient.”
“I am,” Katsuki makes a pained groan. “I’ve waited a whole goddamn year. Now, Baby—strip.”
A year?
You whine again, giving Eijirō absolutely no time to do the math, to understand the repercussions of what Katsuki confessed. Shit, maybe he should go back to bed too. Just to, like, sit on that information for an hour or two.
“I don’t wanna,” you pout, dragging out the last word in the most obnoxious tone you can muster. “My head hurts. Later.”
“When is later,” Katsuki over-enunciates, clearly hanging on by a thread. You shift under the covers, ass pressing against Eijirō’s crotch, and—oh. Is that morning wood?
“Later is…later,” you huff, tucking the fluffy hotel duvet under your chin. Then, with another wiggle of your ass, “You’re not the only one having a hard time, you know.”
Eijirō juts his bottom lip in a pout, and tightens his hand on your stomach to get you to stop, please. Because, Katsuki was right about one thing—not being able to fuck you is torture. And now that Eijirō knows he can, it only makes it worse.
“Hey,” the redhead whines, because, low blow. It’s a low blow from you, and a low blow from his body for telling on him. It’s a low blow from the gods, who put him in this situation to begin with. “Not cool, Dude.”
“Are you really gonna call me dude when your dick is pressed against my back,” you snort, and Eijirō hears Katsuki’s breath hitch. Feels the arm on your waist squeeze a little tighter.
“Yeah,” Eijirō licks his lips, watching your hips fall into a light and slow but steady pace. Katsuki’s hand slides to your back and drags a light line down your spine. “You’re being mean.”
Because, what’s the point of grinding if you don’t wanna fuck?
“I can be meaner,” you say, with a smile flashing over your shoulder. Eijirō whimpers as you push more weight into him, and keep pushing. He looks at Katsuki for help, but he’s busy watching your body curl, too.
“Nah,” Katsuki huffs, getting comfortable on the pillow, and pats your side. “Now y’get to handle what I’ve been dealing with for the past two years.”
All Eijirō hears is: at least it’s not me.
And, honestly? Fuck him for that.
“This is horrible,” Eijirō laments after a sharp inhale, rubbing his face into your neck like it’ll make him feel better. It doesn’t. If anything, he’s flooded with the scent of you, more than he already was, and it makes his dick jump in his shorts. Nudging you in the side, “Okay, c’mon—no more.”
“But, I thought you guys were horny,” you tease, the lilt in your tone undeniable. “I’m just taking the edge off a bit.”
You're pressed flush to Eijirō now—even the slightest grind, and he’d feel it. Except, nothing about this is slight. It’s heavy and hot and makes his breathing pick up in the way only one thing can.
“This isn’t—this is, like, sharpening the edge,” Eijirō reasons aloud, huffing into your shoulder. “This is like dangling me over the cliff, and being like, ‘oh, don’t fall.’”
You cackle at that, like you know. Another roll of your hips, then, “You can stop me if you want.”
Eijirō whines, loud and long and pathetic, because you don’t understand—he cannot. You feel too good, too real, too solid, and as someone who’s been dreaming of this all year, no, Eijirō cannot simply stop you.
You giggle when he doesn’t, when his hands scramble for your sides instead, sitting above Katsuki’s just like last night. And, at the thought of last night, Eijirō pulls you a little closer. He doesn’t know how long he can take this before returning to his natural state—weak, pitiful, and overall, severely down bad.
After a little longer, room filled with human humidity and heavy pants, you stop grinding. Sit up.
“Okay, I should probably get breakfast to help my headache,” you yawn with a hand over your mouth. “Before I fall back asleep.”
Katsuki gets up on an arm, hair still flattened on one side from sleep. “Y’gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.”
You smile, innocent and polite, like you aren’t the bane of their existences. “Anyone want anything?”
“Fuckin’—you, the fuck,” Katsuki huffs, tugging at your midsection to bring you back under the covers, but you don’t budge. Instead, you peel his hands off your hips.
Then, you crawl out of bed, on all fours and face first, and Eijirō is forced to watch your ass move in his Crimson Riot shirt, panties slightly askew. He’s so close he can taste it, and just watches at the overhead fan. He won’t know if he can’t see. (And, if he knows, he’ll lose his mind.)
You throw on a pair of sweatpants, and you’re out the door with a click. Eijirō and Katsuki are left with the hum of the AC and a very silent room.
“Cold shower?” Katsuki grumbles, staring at the ceiling with something wistful. Eijirō nods.
“Yep.”
akira.aaaaaah
this poor guy, ik he’s stressed
zenitsuckthesenuts
oooh lemme be a fourth
kid.death
What the fuck is wrong with people?
Eijirō doesn’t know why you left him and Katsuki alone like that. Also, cold showers suck.
So, they didn’t take one.
“F-Fuck, Dude, holy shit—”
Thanks to the wetness from constant running water, Katsuki’s hand slides easy. The tile is cold against his back, but Eijirō sweats anyway, arm pumping as his own hand glides smooth along a cock that isn’t his.
“Why the fuck are your hands so soft?” Katsuki pants into his neck. He has Eijirō pinned to the side of the shower, just out the way of the spray. This is a moment of severe weakness, and Eijirō hopes what happens in the shower, stays in the shower.
(Katsuki can always touch his dick, though. Not that part.)
“Lotion, Man,” Eijirō says past a breathless laugh, droplets sliding off the sharp ends of his hair and rolling down Katsuki’s shoulder. Eijirō’s face flinches in pleasure, and while he tries to keep his sounds to a minimum—this is still a little weird, this is still just his Bro—little squeaky whines slip from his lips. He was more desperate to get in Katsuki’s hands than he thought. “How are your hands so rough?”
“’Cause I’m a man that works with his hands,” Katsuki postures, and Eijirō snorts.
“Kat, you have a desk job.”
“Shut the fuck up, and cum already,” He grunts, lips moving against Eijirō’s neck in a way that makes him shiver, even if it’s accidental. Katsuki’s grip gets tighter, and so does his.
“You can’t rush orgasms, Dude,” Eijirō says, tries to say, but ‘dude’ turns into a really embarrassing whine he hopes was drowned out by running water. He knows it wasn’t. “That’s, like, Sex 101.”
“I’m not fuckin’ rushin’ it, she’s rushin’ it,” Katsuki says behind a deep growl, and Eijirō’s cock jumps. “We’ve got five minutes, tops.”
Eijirō knocks his head back into the tile, a little too hard, and winces at the feeling. Katsuki’s head falls off his shoulder. Shower smoke fogs the glass doors and curls toward the one canned light in the ceiling.
“I know, I know,” he whines. He’s not even standing on his feet anymore—fully leaned against the shower wall, with Katsuki keeping him upright at his front. And, Katsuki’s dick is so pretty. It’s curved and flushed and just as glossy and pale as his skin. Eijirō watches pre-cum bead at his tip before sliding down the shaft, running down Eijirō’s knuckles and disappearing in the slide. Katsuki’s cock jumps, too. With a weak grin and a lilt in his voice, Eijirō asks, “I turn you on, Dude?”
And Katsuki, whose eyes are trained on Eijirō’s own dick, finally looks away to huff in his face. “You already know the answer to that question, Dumbass”
Eijirō bites his lip. He wants to hold onto Katsuki, more than he already is. He wants a hand on his hip, gliding over those shower-slick muscles Eijirō remembers him working so hard to get, wants to see how easy it is to redden his skin, wants to see if his nipples are sensitive. He wants…he wants—
“Shit, I’m close,” Eijirō pants, eyebrows folding. He looks at Katsuki. “Are you close?”
“Stop askin’ stupid questions,” Katsuki grunts, but leans forward a bit. Incrementally—but enough for Eijirō to notice—like he’s melting. Then, an afterthought, “Not cummin’ before you, though.”
Eijirō wheezes a laugh, tight and bright and a little bit bitter. “Dude, now is not the time for a competition.”
Putting a hand next to Eijirō’s head, on the slippery tile, Katsuki’s eyes flit down to his lips. Return to his eyes. “Now’s definitely the time for a competition.”
“No, Bro,” he shakes his head, then licks his lips—because Katsuki keeps looking at them like he wants something. And, y’know, maybe Eijirō’s eyes slip a little, too. “’Cause then I’m gonna try to hold out. We don’t have time for that.”
“Then cum,” Katsuki says, like it’s easy, and suddenly much closer than Eijirō remembers. Katsuki’s smile turns cocky, and that’s the exact moment he knows he’s screwed. Or, maybe it’s when Katsuki drags a thumb along his jawline. “Be a good boy for me, and cum.”
“Oh, that’s not fucking fair,” Eijirō whimpers, finally caving and grabbing Katsuki by his waist. “That’s not fair at all, Kat, I—”
“Awh,” Katsuki coos and clicks his tongue. The thumb on Eijirō’s jaw lifts his head, and he can feel Katsuki’s condescending breath on his lips as he says, “’S okay, Ei. Just let go.”
“I—”
Knock, knock, knock!
They jump apart. Eijirō slips on water and nearly falls on his ass. Katsuki catches him, though.
“What are you two doing in there?!”
Your voice is muffled by the door, but still sounds just as lovely. The hands Katsuki has around his waist tighten.
“Fuckin’ showerin’!” Katsuki hollers, voice echoing off glass and tile. He lets go of Eijirō, and turns the shower handle from hot to freezing. Under his breath, he grumbles, “Nosy.”
“I heard that!”
“Good!”
horihori
nta, GET THAT DICK BITCH
yurikatsuki’sno1hater
Yuri Katsuki is a professional figure skater from Hatsetsu Japan, certified by the JSF. At age 18, he moved to Detriot to train under Coach Celestino Cialdini, only to come back and LOSE TO THE MUCH SUPERIOR AND EXTREMELY HANDSOME YURI PLISETSKY SUCK MY DICK
cyberch!ck69
what does this have to do with anything i just said?
yurikatsuki’sno1hater
It doesn’t
Unfortunately, before they both realized you were going to be a tease, Katsuki signed everyone up for snorkeling after breakfast. And, he takes his reservations very seriously. Especially ones with thirty-dollar cancellation fees. Thirty dollars each.
“Move your asses, we’re gonna be late.”
(And, Eijirō is really trying—to move his ass. But, it’s extremely difficult to stuff a rock-hard dick into awfully short swim shorts, and then hide it. He’s trying.)
They end up arriving about five minutes late, which isn’t late for the hotel, used to dealing with people on vacation with lax schedules, but it is late for Katsuki. Being on time is late for Katsuki.
The instructor gives them routine warnings and directions—stay away from the coral reefs, keep within the buoys, don’t wear anything shiny, remember to avoid breathing through your nose. Katsuki thinks the last one is self-explanatory, but people are dumbasses.
Katsuki didn’t realize how much of a dumbass he’d look, though, in goggles too big and the snorkel a comical thing next to his face. Somehow, Shitty Hair makes it work, and that pisses him off even more.
Snorkeling was fine—it was fun. Though he’ll never say it aloud, Katsuki liked looking at the different types of fish while floating on the water's surface. Eventually, Eijirō returns to the beach, too tired from last night’s activities and probably a little horny, opting to lounge on a chair to catch a tan. The tide slowly pulls you and Katsuki into a small grotto, still within the buoy's boundaries, and that’s where you two take a breather.
“This is fun,” you smile, picking the goggles off your head and stuffing them into your hair. It leaves your snorkel in a wonky position. “There are even fish in here, look!”
You point to the shallow waters lapping at your feet from where you’re standing on the rock. Katsuki watches your ass protrude as you bend over.
He might’ve made everyone go snorkeling, but there’s still only one thing on his mind.
Katsuki hums, but he’s not even looking at the fish. He’s looking at you—how minimal sunlight bounces off your wet skin and makes it shine, how your fat bends and curls with every shift, how you turn to him with bright eyes, like you forgot the whole point of this trip in the first place.
When Katsuki pushes you against the rough cave wall, he doesn’t know why you act surprised.
“Wha—Katsuki!”
His mouth is on yours before you can get another word in, clammy hands gripping your sides as Katsuki gives you a taste of your own medicine. Your kisses start out soft, broken by giggles, but Katsuki very quickly brings you down to his level—fucking desperate.
“Kats,” you whimper, and Katsuki moves to your neck, dragging his tongue along your pulse point and making you shiver. You press at his shoulders, but it’s not enough to push him away. “Kats—we shouldn’t—someone could walk in, or—”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Katsuki growls. One of the hands on your hips slowly snakes lower, grabbing the side of your swimsuit bottoms and tugging upward until you can feel it strain against your clit. You huff, looking up at him with that swell in your eyes he loves so much, so he tugs again.
“Kats—”
“I’m tired of your shit.”
His other hand slides upwards, wrenching your bathing suit top to the side and freeing a breast to tweak a nipple. He can feel your breath puff on his bare skin as you sigh, lolling your head to the right just enough to give him more room to work with. And, work with, he does.
After too much tugging and teasing, Katsuki dips a hand beneath a damp waistband. He needs to feel you—and groans when he finally does, because holy shit, how are you so wet.
“You drive me crazy, y’know that,” he grunts, fingers slowly rolling over your skin in a way you deem pleasurable. Your eyes flutter in response. Katsuki presses harder. “Prancin’ around in practically nothin’, and you still won’t lemme touch you.”
You let out a moan too loud for a public space, cracking against craggy cave walls and echoing through the grotto. Your hands find his shoulders for purchase, wrapping around his neck in a way that almost chokes, but Katsuki barely feels it. No, all he feels is you, and the swell of his dick.
“And here you are, all fuckin’ needy,” he huffs a laugh, grin scraping against your skin, bending it in his wake. Your hips buck, so his hands still. “Ah-ah. You’re not cummin’ yet.”
You whimper, licking your lips and panting, huffing, with your askew top shuddering with every exhale. Goosebumps rise on Katsuki’s skin, flatten into nothing, then rise again.
“Kats, please—”
“Please ain’t gon’ get you anywhere, Princess,” Katsuki growls, free hand finding your chin to lift it, while the other continues its steady ministrations between your legs. “You played with me—now it’s my turn to return the favor, right? Like a good boyfriend?”
Katsuki’s words are mocking enough to make you shiver in the way he loves, and your nails dig into his shoulders tight enough to leave crescents in your wake. The sting runs straight to Katsuki’s dick, and stays there.
“F-Fuck you,” you manage to hiss, lacking vitriol and replacing it with ecstasy and an undercurrent of annoyance. Your hips hitch again, so Katsuki stills again.
“See, that attitude right there is the reason you’re cummin’ last, tonight,” Katsuki’s grip tightens on your cheeks enough to make them squish, enough for him to feel the groove of your teeth through the skin. His hand is wet with you, now—fingers fucking soaked, and all he did was rub your clit for about five minutes. You whine.
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, tonight,” Katsuki over-enunciates, hoping to bury it in your thick skull that you’re not getting an orgasm until the moon is high in the sky and everyone has returned to their rooms to knock out—you can sing with the crickets, for all he cares. Your face curdles into a pout between his fingers, the pout that lets him know you now understand that you’ve bit off more than you can chew. Katsuki clicks his tongue. “You’ve been actin’ a brat this whole damn trip. Y’don’t just get shit ‘cause you asked for it, y’get shit ‘cause you work for it.”
With that, Katsuki releases your face. You collapse against the cave wall, bathing suit still twisted and goggles hanging on your head by a strand of hair.
“I’m not being a brat,” you scoff, gathering yourself and your bathing suit, with a slightly unsteady voice and shaky hands. “I—I was…poetically and sexually inclined, okay, that’s not even—”
“Baby,” Katsuki grunts, and levels you with a look.
“…Yes?”
“Shut the hell up before I fuck you right here.”
s.geto
Okay, how do I ask them?
cyberch!ck69
YOU’VE COME CRAWLING BACK I SEE
s.geto
Nvm.
After snorkeling is lunch. After lunch is a lei-making class. Katsuki tore half the carnations with hands that aren’t built to handle delicate things, and you spent the whole time being a tease. Eijirō just tries to focus on his lei, because if he focuses on anything else, his mind drifts to you, and suddenly, the flower in his palm is missing a few petals. After that, staying true to Katsuki’s itinerary, is a dinner and a luau.
“Eiji—come take a picture of me!”
They’re getting ready for dinner, and per usual, Katsuki is the last one ready. You’ve had enough time to find and pick a hibiscus flower to tuck behind your ear, matching the same shade as your strapless wrap dress. It’s not as tight as last night’s—thank God—but just as revealing, especially when you bend over like that, holy fuck—
“Sorry, had to fix my shoe.” You stand, brushing off the bottom of your dress in two firm strokes. “Ready?”
Eijirō has a vice grip on your phone as you walk towards the balcony. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard—
Now, the sun is setting, fingers of orange and pink receding past the horizon. The sun is setting, but it’s still hot enough to give you that faint sheen, sweat or sparkle, as you lift a leg and pose. Your eyes glint in a way that’s nothing short of teasing—and while Eijirō assumes it’s for the camera, it damn sure feels like it’s for him.
You go through a few poses, all against the balcony railing. Eijirō’s knees hurt from trying to get the perfect angle, and when he hands back the phone, you smile. His mantra remains loud and true:
Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard—
“Wow, you take pictures so much better than Kats,” you amaze while scrolling through the images. Something akin to pride swells in his chest. Something also swells in his crotch.
Which is, like, totally not okay—drooling over the fact that he’s better than Katsuki at something. To you. When you’ve been the one dating Katsuki for the past two years, when it’s very clear you love him. But, Eijirō is stupid, and his brain is fried from severe blood loss over the past twenty-four hours.
“Thank you,” he smiles, and watches you swipe through pictures over your shoulder, pointing at one. “That one’s my favorite.”
It’s somewhat candid, of you in the middle of turning around to watch the sinking sun. The look on your face is nothing short of blissful—relaxed, at peace—and despite the looseness of the dress, your ass pokes out in something teasing, tantalizing, something—
Eijirō Kirishima needs to chill the fuck out. He knows this.
But, it’s hard. Hard when you drag your nails down his stomach in passing and say good job, hard when Katsuki grumbles at both of you to move it because they’re going to be late (like it’s not his fault), hard when he’s sat at a long table on the beach with strangers and dancers flanking both sides.
Eijirō is hard.
Fuck.
“Get your fuckin’ hand off my knee,” Katsuki grunts at you. You’re sitting between them, which is both the best and worst place to be—best, because Eijirō gets to be close to you. Worst, because Eijirō gets to be close to you.
And, he’s not the only one hanging by a thread—Katsuki has been pissy all day. He’s been mean and angry and a live wire just waiting for something flammable. (More than he already is.) And you, you’re starting to regret the grave you dug yourself, Eijirō thinks, because you wanted to fuck after snorkeling, wanting to fuck after lei making, but Katsuki keeps saying tonight.
“No,” you whine, and paw at Katsuki’s thigh in a way that you know will annoy him. “I wanna touch you.”
Your hand is also on Eijirō’s knee, but he’s not strong enough to move it. Just weak, and sitting in said weakness, feeling your drifting touch burn a hole in his skin. It’s a lot, honestly.
Katsuki grumbles, but doesn’t say much more, instead bouncing his other leg with an impatience that makes it seem like he doesn’t even want to be at the dinner in the first place.
Loud drums batter, accompanied by the patter of feet on sand and the swish of skirts. All of it falls into one noise, something steady and white, as your thumbs start rubbing circles on the inside of Eijirō’s knee. As it starts rubbing circles higher than Eijirō’s knee.
“What are you doing,” he asks. The food can’t come fast enough. The sun can’t fall fast enough.
“Nothing,” you say, in that tone that definitely means you're doing something. A lilt. Eijirō exhales sharp through his nose.
“Y/N…” he says warily and debates taking his leg away, knocking your hand off, anything. A stronger man might, but not Eijirō. Not today.
“What?” You pout in offense. Eijirō eyes the people next to him, then across, in hopes you get the message. You don’t.
Or, you do, but really don’t care.
“Baby, seriously.”
Eijirō looks at Katsuki’s lap to notice he’s not going through this alone. If anything, Katsuki has it worse, as you squeeze and pull at his thighs under his shorts, with no care for who might see or what they might say. There’s a sick sense of camaraderie that comes with the sight. At least he isn’t suffering alone.
“Oh, have I been banned from touching you guys, too?” You huff, a little bitter, a little like the thought is an impossibility. Where the hell is the food?
“At this point, yes,” Katsuki growls. He picks your hand off his lap and pins it to the table. The second he lets go, your hand falls back to where it belongs. His inner thigh.
Eijirō is tearing up the inside of his cheek. Soon, you’ve moved further up on his thigh too, drawing absentminded shapes that induce shivers. He whines.
“What if we…like…skip dinner.”
“We’re not skippin’ this shit, ‘m hungry,” Katsuki grumbles while crossing arms over his chest. Eijirō groans, but his stomach rumbles in agreement.
“Fuck.”
“So, I can keep touching y—”
“No.”
Both Katsuki and Eijirō take your hands and place them on the table. You giggle, but relent. The food doesn’t arrive too long after.
s.geto
Nvm.
cyberch!ck69
just TALK TO THEM
s.geto
Absolutely not.
s.geto
I need a five step plan, preferably one that doesn’t include me sitting them down and baring my soul.
cyberch!ck69
i give the fuck up
When they get back to the room, Katsuki slams you against the wall. Hard.
“Y’thought that shit was funny, huh,” he says in a low voice typically reserved for the bedroom—Eijirō knows, he’s heard it—and you bite back a smile and fail, wrists pinned to the wall above your head.
“A little, yeah,” you breathe, and Katsuki starts working his way down your neck. “You were the one who said ‘tonight.’”
“And you were the one who said no yesterday,” Katsuki huffs. He picks you up by your hips, tosses you onto the bed and, without a second thought, points and says, “Eijirō.”
Eijirō scrambles on top of you like there’s no tomorrow.
He presses you into the bed and kisses you heavy. Eijirō doesn’t even care about being polite at this point—he knows he’s allowed, you’re allowed, and takes what he needs because he can.
Your hands run up his sides to tangle in red hair, tugging, giggling when he whimpers, then tugging again. Everything fits so easy, like you were meant to be under him in the first place, made specifically to be slotted between his body and the bed.
So, maybe Eijirō’s treating you with all the impatience of an overzealous puppy, sue him.
Katsuki sits in the hotel’s standard cuck chair, slowly palming himself over fabric to relieve some pressure. Eijirō catches him out the corner of his eye, suppressing a grin when Katsuki lifts an eyebrow as if to say, what?
With a strong grip on your chin, Eijirō forcefully redirects your gaze to your boyfriend, the one impatiently writhing in the chair with a hand over his pants. Eijirō’s lips make their way down your neck, skating over a small hickey easily disguised as a bug bite that he knows wasn’t there last night—which makes him wonder what happened in those seven minutes you two disappeared during snorkeling.
(To say you came out of that grotto disheveled was an understatement.)
“God,” Eijirō breathes, mostly to himself, as his hand slides down and beneath your waist, arching your back just a little, just enough to be provocative. You get impatient when he doesn’t move fast enough, with lips still hovering by your collarbones and dress still on, and you yank his hair in admonishment.
“Hurry up,” you huff, and though it’s quiet, it rings in the vaguely silent room like a cry for help. Eijirō’s lips spread in a grin along your clavicle.
“What if I wanna take my time with you, though?” He pouts, and moves lower, but not by much. Just enough to give you false hope. His fingers play with the hem of your dress, lightly squeezing and tugging but never removing. Again, just enough to give you false hope.
You whimper, hips rolling into his stomach as you try to find some sort of friction. Eijirō tuts and pushes your knees down, one by one. He’s not gonna lie—a few more thrusts, and he might snap. With a deep inhale and exhale, determined to take his time because he doesn’t know when he’ll get this chance again, he starts moving down your body a little faster. A little.
He still has to get you back for teasing him all day.
When his hand finally dips under your dress, you sigh in satisfaction. Your arms wrap around his neck, nails scratching short hairs at his nape and sending light shivers down his spine. Eijirō’s eyes flutter shut as he mouths over a clothed breast, relishing the way your breath hitches underneath his lips.
“Respectfully, Shitty Hair, hurry the fuck up,” Katsuki grunts from the corner. Eijirō looks at him—there’s a flush running past the collar of his shirt, lips glossy with spit and chest heaving with impatience. Eijirō feels the balance of control shift, and grabs hold.
“Respectfully, Kat, I think I’m gonna take my time,” he smiles, and while the verb phrase I think gives room for argument, Eijirō hardens his voice until he’s sure Katsuki knows that isn’t the case. I think is a placation.
Katsuki snarls, but sinks deeper in his chair.
Eijirō unwraps your dress—unwraps his present, like it’s his birthday, his anniversary—and kisses down the valley of your chest. Both hands lift to cradle your breasts, shaking them on either side of his face and chuckling when you whimper. He thumbs over one nipple, obsessing over the way your body jolts, and takes another deep inhale like he can smell your arousal from here.
Eijirō takes your nipple into his mouth, next.
You choke out a moan, body strung tight from denying yourself the thing you want most, and your hips struggle to kick under the weight of Eijirō’s body, but they do try. He groans, hugging your waist to keep you from jolting, and sucks.
“Ah—fuck—”
You gasp when his teeth skirt your areola, light enough to soothe but tight enough to graze. Katsuki groans in his peripheral.
“Yeah? Feel good, Baby?” Katsuki pants past a clinch in his throat. You nod and whimper, eyes screwing shut, and he coos. “Yeah. Looks like it.”
You whine and tug at Eijirō’s head again. Not necessarily to instill pain, but to, “Move. Move, Eiji.”
Eijirō’s lips leave your breast with a pop, as he gazes at you with lidded eyes and a lazy smile. He’s exactly where he wants to be.
“Move where?”
You let out a strangled groan, something made of pure annoyance, as you try to push his head down. Eijirō doesn’t budge.
“You know where,” you huff, wiggling to work your knees out from under his body, to frame him and thrust up. ”My pussy, Eijirō—please, I swear to God—”
And, since you asked so nicely—
Eijirō keeps playing dumb, but runs a hand to cup between your legs. You're wet to the touch, through the panties, and he takes his third deep inhale of the night in an attempt to ground himself. It doesn’t work.
Eijirō is unwell.
He feels your pussy twitch under his palm, and he feels dizzy. The room spins, sways, does all the things a room is definitely not supposed to do—like the world kept spinning, but Eijirō stopped moving within it—and he drops his head to your shoulder in hopes it’ll stop. Holy shit, this is actually happening.
“Y’good there, Red?” Katsuki snorts, and honestly, Eijirō shakes his head.
He keeps playing with your pussy, though. A fucking war couldn’t stop that.
Eijirō sits up so his voice isn’t muted by your skin, so he doesn’t have to repeat himself twice. “I feel like I’m about to pass out.”
“Oh no,” your face turns from ecstasy into worry in a second, and your hands let go of his hair to cup the softer angles of his face. Eijirō melts into the hold. “Are you okay? Do you want to stop?”
He shakes his head, pinches your clit. Your body shudders. “No, no. I’m good.”
Eijirō takes another deep breath. His head still spins, but in a good way—a way he can lean into. So, he does, and rips your panties off in the process.
“My—hey!” You pout as Eijirō throws the useless cloth over his shoulders, forgetting about them the instant they leave his palm. He can’t look at your pussy yet, needing a breather and taking it, exhaling with his eyes closed.
“Someone’s impatient,” Katsuki grunts under his breath. Eijirō huffs a weak laugh. Opens his eyes. God, your pussy is pretty.
“You literally just told me to hurry up.”
“And?” Katsuki huffs. Eijirō hears the clink of a belt, the shifting of cloth. He looks up to see Katsuki working his jeans down to his thighs.
“And nothing, Dude,” Eijirō smiles. Then, he touches you.
“Fuck,” he whines, melting on his knees as you whimper beneath him. It’s something simple—just running a finger through your folds, testing the waters—and you feel better than he ever imagined. On his fingers. He starts to get dizzy, again.
“She feels good, doesn’t she,” Katsuki groans, slightly more breathless than when he last spoke. Eijirō swallows, then nods.
“Yeah, I—” his breath shutters as his train of thought runs into a wall and smashes into a heap of metal. His thumb runs over your clit, lightly, seeing what makes you squirm and what doesn’t, but he’s half-busy reeling in the unbelievability of it all. You, the most unattainable woman he’s ever met, so far out of his league, his best friend’s girlfriend, is here, laid flat and naked in front of him because you want to. What the fuck. What the fuck. He bites back a moan as he watches your eyes flutter, hips slowly picking up their pace as you rock between his hand and the headboard. “How’re you feeling, Pretty?”
The pet name just kind of…slips right out. And, while he probably shouldn’t be calling his best friend’s girlfriend Pretty, he also probably shouldn’t be touching her like this. And Katsuki shouldn’t be sitting in the corner, touching his dick, like this is all perfectly normal.
Eijirō dips a finger inside you.
You flex and flutter around him, clenched, enough to make him wonder how he’s supposed to fit in the first place. It feels like you’ve cut off his circulation, but…to his head. Somehow, he’s getting no blood to his brain—maybe, because it’s all going to his dick—and Eijirō whimpers as he starts pumping a finger, only for you to grip tighter on his way out.
“Oh my God,” he drops his head, eyes fluttering closed as he realizes, “I’m not gonna survive this.”
“Chill out, Shitty Hair; you’ve only got one finger in her,” Katsuki snorts, enjoying the visual of Eijirō losing his mind when he hasn’t even done anything yet. “Just wait ‘til you make her scream.”
Yeah. Eijirō might need to speed things up a bit.
He inserts a second finger right next to the first, and groans. It’s tight. No wonder he could hear Katsuki’s moans through the walls.
Speaking of moans: you’ve been letting out quiet whimpers the whole time, body writhing and breath hitching all cute. But, Eijirō crooks his fingers, and then—fireworks.
Your eyes rocket open, round and wide, and your stomach flexes. You release a moan that’s punched straight from your gut, loud and wanton and exactly what Eijirō has heard through plaster. Your body squeezes and shudders as he focuses on opening you up instead of pleasure, because if he focuses on pleasure, he’ll—
“Rub her clit,” Katsuki huffs. Eijirō looks over to find him pumping himself with a slow and steady pace, dick exposed and looking just like Eijirō remembers from the shower. The urge to lick it remains strong. When he moves to pull his fingers away, Katsuki tuts. “At the same time, Dumbass. What, can’t multitask?”
Honestly, in this situation, Eijirō isn’t really sure.
He keeps his mouth shut, though—whatever embarrassing ramble that sat on his tongue is swallowed—and does as he’s told. The hand resting on your waist drops to your clit, and you squeal.
“There she goes,” Katsuki mutters, with all the predatory satisfaction of an animal at the top of its food chain. You splutter and kick a leg on reflex, and Eijirō sort of has to fight to keep his hands from slipping.
“Eiji,” you scramble for his shirt, holding on tight and keeping him close, “I need you to fuck me—like, yesterday.”
“Then you should’a had him fuck you yesterday,” Katsuki huffs, and Eijirō isn’t sure if he’d be a really good or really bad porn director in another life. Maybe both. “Put in a third finger.”
Eijirō does, and your eyes roll.
“Fuck,” you whimper, and your grip tightens. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Stop touchin’ her.”
Eijirō removes his fingers.
You groan, slamming a heel into the mattress in frustration, and glare at your boyfriend across the room. “Kats—I hate you.”
You’re too out of breath for your words to have any fire in them, so Katsuki just smiles, slow and languid as he rests a chin on his hand. “What’s wrong, Princess? About to cum?”
“You know I was,” you huff, glaring at the ceiling. And Eijirō is too busy looking at the flexing mess between your legs, because, holy shit, you were about to cum, like, all over his fingers—
Eijirō needs to see that. He needs to see that, like, now.
“That’s too damn bad,” Katsuki snorts, then his eyes cut to his roommate. “Keep touchin’ her.”
Eijirō does so, and with a renewed vigor.
He stuffs three fingers back in so quick you yelp in surprise, body curling into his as he works you open. The little sounds you make are heavenly, breathy and whiny and everything he’s dreamt of and more. Eijirō notices when you get close to the edge, this time—the way your eyes flutter, and you squeeze around him like you don’t want to let go.
“Stop.”
You whine again, and this time, Eijirō whines along with you. He wants to feel it, so, so bad.
After a few moments of panting, you lick your lips, “Kats, I—”
“Doesn’t feel too good, does it,” Katsuki grunts, but he’s still smiling just as wide as before. At least someone is having fun. Eijirō, meanwhile, is a hot mess, because all he wants is to feel what he’s heard (and seen) for ages. And, his dick hurts.
You groan, fists squeezing into cute little fists on your forehead. “Why do you have to be an ass?”
“Me?” Katsuki scoffs. “I’m just givin’ you a taste of your own medicine, Sweetheart. Eijirō, you can move.”
It takes you longer to reach the edge than the second time. Maybe, you’re holding back—or, maybe you know it won’t be allowed—but Eijirō’s arm is working overtime until it cramps. He’s sweating now, the shorter hairs sticking to his face in funny designs, but Eijirō Kirishima is nothing if a quitter. He feels it again—the tightness—and looks to Katsuki, who says nothing. Maybe, this time, he’ll let it slide. This time, Eijirō gets to see it, feel it, taste it—
“Stop.”
Eijirō groans louder than you do, and drops his head to your shoulder.
“Kat, let her cum,” Eijirō practically begs, eyebrows bowing and lips quivering against your neck. You feel it, and your breath hitches.
“What?” Katsuki acts like he can’t hear him, but Eijirō knows he does.
“Let her cum,” he huffs after lifting his head off your sticky shoulder, looking at Katsuki with the most pleading face—the most pathetic face—he can muster. “Please.”
Katsuki scoffs, eyes narrowing at Eijirō like there’s something to study. There’s not; the answer is obvious—he’s sitting in between the legs of a pretty girl, unable to give her what she wants, eyes wild and chest heaving like he’s had any friction at all.
“Why?”
“I wanna feel it,” Eijirō says, quick enough to be embarrassed about it later.
Katsuki clicks his tongue.
“Fine.”
“Oh, thank fuck,” Eijrō sighs, hands officially moving with an end goal in sight. It would be cruel of Katsuki to deny both of you again, but Eijirō knows he’s not going to—the hand on his dick is moving faster, now. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”
Eijirō wonders how many times he can make you cum. He wonders what you’ll look like after the first, second, third—how much your body might quiver, what you could sound like without a wall in place. All it does is fuel the fire in his belly, running straight into his muscles until his hand moves at a numbing pace. As your voice pitches, so does the pace of your breathing.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”
“Cum for us, Baby. Cum for Ei, make a mess all over his fuckin’ fingers.”
Eijirō doesn’t even blink.
He just watches as you unravel, starting at your edges and ending in your middle, as your body arches and hips flick. Your pussy squeezes around his fingers tighter than he thought was possible, and your face—God, your face—contorts in ecstasy because of what he did, his fingers. Eijirō can confirm that it's better up close. So much better.
He kisses you before you can come down, out of pure impulse and want. You moan into his mouth, hands lifting to quiver by his cheeks, an attempt to hold them, and it’s just so cute.
Eijirō’s fucked. Though he knew it before, he definitely knows now. He’s not going to be able to exist without this, anymore.
Note: Never make Katsuki mad, like, sexually.
Because, when Katsuki can’t cum, nobody’s fucking cumming.
“Kat, Dude, please, c’mon,” Eijirō wheezes into your neck, but he doesn’t really care whether Katsuki can hear him. Katsuki will do what Katsuki wants—it’s like whining to the weather.
Your pussy is squeezing the life out of his cock. You’re on your fourth orgasm, and Eijirō is on none, even though he didn’t do shit. This is a type of torture he’s woefully unfamiliar with, like he’s getting punished for being attracted to you in the first place. He didn’t do shit.
Katsuki has moved from the chair to the bed, cock still in hand. Eijirō can’t even be cheesy about it, can’t even look to the right and ask, need a hand, because he’s gripping the sheets for dear life, like they might take pity on him. But, sheets don’t bargain, and if they did, they’d write a contract for him to get the hell off.
Katsuki coos, both at Eijirō’s strung-up state and your fucked out one. You’ve got no fight left in you, instead uselessly whimpering and clawing at his back like he can save you. Spoiler alert: he cannot.
Katsuki thumbs at the high points of Eijirō’s cheeks, “Awh, y’want it that bad? You’re cryin’, Red.”
Eijirō sniffles. Yes, he knows he’s crying—despite the heat in his face, he can feel it.
“Yes,” Eijirō hisses between grit teeth, “I’m literally dying, please—”
Katsuki chuckles something dark, grabbing Eijirō by his cheeks and forcing him to look up—and suddenly, he's drowning in carmine eyes. Is Katsuki closer? It feels like he got closer.
“Hold out a little longer,” the blond says, in a voice softer than the bed you lay on, and Eijirō really isn’t sure what to make of it. He’s close enough that Eijirō can almost feel the tongue licking his lips, feel his breath as he says, “Y’gotta make her cum two more times, at least.”
At least? Eijirō’s going to die. Eijirō’s going to die from an arrhythmic heart and overexertion, and it’s going to be Katsuki’s fault.
(But, hey—he’s dying in Hawaii, with you below him, so how much can he really complain?)
Eijirō wheezes out a light and pathetic ‘ah’ in place of what was supposed to be a curse, but he really doesn't care anymore. Not when you blink up at him with watery eyes and palm at his chest, all weak like he did that.
“Eiji…” you whimper, exhausted and sweating into the bed. “Jus’ one more. Please.”
Eijirō’s hips stutter, but they don’t stop.
“Fuck,” he gasps, hands turning into fists in the sheets. He’s not allowed to touch you, not allowed to make this go faster—but God, does he want to. “Fucking fuck—this is so unfair.”
“She’s insatiable, ain’t she,” Katsuki says, letting go of Eijirō’s face to cradle yours, to thumb over your cheeks all soft while he plows into you with every fiber of your being. “’S one of my favorite things about her.”
You whine but don’t do much else, bottom lip sliding from behind your teeth to make room for the sound. As your pussy convulses around his cock, you gasp, soft fingers sharpening into nails to dig into the fat of his back and leave raised red lines in their wake. Eijirō’s going to look wrecked on the beach tomorrow, and that thought is just—
Katsuki grunts with a nod. The hand on his cock starts moving with purpose, now. “One more.”
Eijirō wants to touch it.
He wants to touch Katsuki again so, so bad, but he can’t, not with his hands full with you—not when he can’t cum yet. The ball of arousal is already wound tight in his stomach; one wrong tug, and it will unravel.
“I can’t—” Eijirō wheezes, voice breaking as he falls forward, catching himself with a hand beside your head. The other hand is busy holding your hips up, because you can no longer do it for yourself. “I can’t—”
The room is filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, pants heavy and hot enough to fog a warm glass, predatory groans and whiny whimpers. Eijirō keeps making sounds he’d rather not, but he’s too far gone to even register them. Katsuki’s saying something—his mouth is moving—but all he hears is the rush behind his ears.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Eijiro whimpers, in slight disappointment, but it was inevitable. He feels that tingle in his fingers that lets him know to pull out, and—
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
Katsuki’s voice snarls into focus, grabbing Eijirō by his hair and tugging so hard his back bends.
“I can’t, I’m not gonna—”
“You can, and you will,” Katsuki says with a finality that leaves Eijirō no other choice. And he’ll be damned if he loses this opportunity—he wants to fuck you again, and again, and again, until you’re properly satiated and leaking out of every hole you have. Eijirō whines through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry,” he sniffles, and another tear rolls down his cheek. Katsuki licks it up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t d—”
But then, you’re squeezing around him with shaky legs, and Eijirō’s shoulders sink in relief. One more second, and he would’ve—
“Oh, fuck!”
Eijirō cums so hard his vision blacks out—whether it's from closed eyes or pure blindness, he doesn’t know—and his hands scramble for something, anything to hold onto. One hand ends on your hip and the other on Katsuki’s thigh, digging bruises in his thumbprint as veins pop in his neck and he floods your system.
Eijirō pumps his hips a few more times, slow but sure. He’s sure he’s making noise—groans, whimpers, whines—but he can’t hear much except for the throb of his heart and Katsuki’s own orgasm, feeling something lukewarm splatter against the fingers still resting on his thigh. Eijirō breathes himself back into his body, through his nose and out his mouth, and finally, pulls out.
His dick jumps, and squirts twice like it’s got more in it. Eijirō can confidently confirm that it does not.
He collapses right on top of your body.
“Holy shit.”
“Holy shit is right,” you swallow, voice raspy and crackling on the edges. Katsuki collapses next to him.
“That was fuckin‘ good.”
You three blink at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you squirm under the redhead, so he rolls onto your other side.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you decide aloud, shaking your head. Your eyes are still closed—and you’re still coming down, body twitching every few seconds in places Eijirō didn’t even know you could. “You two are carrying me everywhere.”
“That can be arranged,” Eijirō huffs, still out of breath. Weakly, he reaches across you and taps his roommate. “…When I can walk. So, Kat, you got that.”
Katsuki groans, somehow also exhausted, like he did any of the work. “Fuck you.”
“No,” Eijirō shakes his head, neck still weak and loose from being tense for so long. “You made us fuck for hours. ‘S your punishment.”
Katsuki grumbles under his breath but doesn’t outright lament. Eijirō gives you a slippery smile, and lifts a fist. You meet it with your own.
A few more seconds of catching breaths, of opening pores for cool air and listening to the steady rock of the ceiling fan, and then:
“Hey, Eiji. Wanna be our boyfriend?”
Katsuki shoots up. Suddenly, he has energy.
“We’re not fuckin’ askin’ him like that!”
You don’t really have the energy to argue, so you raise a placating hand and push it into his face.
“How’re we s’posed to ask ‘im, then?”
You slur your words, and Eijirō doesn’t blame you. Tomorrow, he’ll panic about the new information—probably cry a little—but it’s the middle of the night, and he’s already half asleep from exhaustion.
“Fuckin’ properly, the fuck do you mean?”
Katsuki seems really stressed about this, Eijirō thinks distantly. He should probably answer before he knocks out, slowly sinking into a post-orgasm haze he’s not necessarily trying to escape anytime soon.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair—you’re not accepting it until we do it right. When we get back.”
Eijirō snorts weakly. “Okay.”
That night, everyone falls asleep with bone-deep satisfaction. The next morning, Eijirō does cry a little—but he promised Katsuki he won’t accept until you two do ask him properly, whatever that means. That doesn’t mean he’s not dying about it, a little.
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Your husband is finally going to play along with all the fantasies that have been plaguing your brain.
Gundham Tanaka x fem!reader
Non-despair AU
18+
Word Count: 4123
technically a part two of this but they don't need to be read together
CW: Hair pulling, stepping, dick/pussy slapping, dick chasing, multiple orgasms, name calling, oral m!receiving,
You could feel the hesitation behind his movements as he pushed you down to the ground. You laid out dramatically on the floor and looked up at him with big eyes as your teeth sunk down into your bottom lip.
The heavy stomp of his boots moving closer made your stomach flutter.
“A-ah I’m sorry my lord!” You looked up at him, trying so hard not to smile because you were genuinely enjoying this.
He reeled his hand back but quickly dropped it once his eyes met yours. Instead of what he originally planned he grabbed your hair and pushed your head back.
You gasped and looked up at him.
“Get down you feeble mortal!” Gundham’s voice boomed and your stomach fluttered with anticipation for what you believed to be the main event. His boot came down on your back, hard enough to push you down to lay flat on the ground.
“Y-yes my lord!” You moaned and drooled at the feeling. His heel pressed in slightly, making you bite your lip to try and suppress the whimper bubbling in your throat.
“Not even a succubus from the ninth layer would stoop this low for pleasure!" He pushed his boot in hard one final time before taking a step back. "You fiend!"
You used your hands to push yourself up. Your eyes hazy as you stared up at him while panting and drooling.
“S-sorry my lord! It’ll never happen again!” You slowly crawled in front of him on your hands and knees and bowed before him.
"Prove it mortal." He had a hint of meanness in his tone that you hadn't heard in ages. "Lick my boot." Your eyes widened, this wasn't planned but fuck if you weren't totally into it. Now it makes sense on why he insisted on buying new boots.
You leaned forward and began to kiss and lick the pristine black surface of the boots. Your eyes were wide and staring up at him for approval the whole time, that alone was enough to make him twitch in his pants.
Once he was satisfied he gripped your hair once again and yanked you up.
"Since you covet your master I will make you face my true wrath!" He shouted with a loud maniacal laugh. "Open your mouth."
You obeyed, mouth quickly falling open to watch as he moved to unbuckle his pants. He moved painfully slow. His fingers rubbed over the leather on either side of his belt, then slowly at the metal buckle. You sat there with your mouth open as instructed but that didn't stop soft needy whines from making their way out your mouth.
He slowly pulled the belt through the first loop, his thick scarred fingers rubbed the leather in a circular motion. A motion that was very familiar to you and made heat rise straight to your core.
Your mouth formed into a small 'o' shape, no longer where he demanded and he didn't like that. Your head fell forward slightly, almost unconsciously chasing over his dick that you wanted so bad in your mouth.
He pushed your head back with a rough shove. “Harlot. Even a lady of the night would have more shame than you.” He glared down at you, his voice holding a little growl as he talked. Both things at the same time made your stomach flip, causing you to slowly rock back and forth against the floor. Just anything to quell the burning heat inside you.
“S-sorry master.” You looked down and trembled slightly. You were trying to contain how excited you were but to the man standing above you it looked like you were crying and that was more than enough to make him freeze up instantly.
He quickly crouched down to the ground and cupped your face. "Was that too far my lady? I deeply apologize!"
“Hm? No.” You shook your head a little. Gundham calmed slightly when he saw that you weren’t crying.
“You were trembling. Has my power become so strong that even the dark lady fears me?!” His eyes widened in horror and you leaned into his hands with a little giggle.
"I was trembling cause I'm excited." You smiled at him and slowly bat your lashes. You blushed a little, slightly embarrassed to say that out loud, but it had to be done.
Gundham nodded and he leaned in to place a few soft kisses on your face and jaw. "Color?"
“Green.” You hummed and reached up, rubbing your nails against his undercut.
He nodded slowly and placed a lingering kiss against your lips before he started to stand back up. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.
“Your apology means nothing when you’re dripping all over my floor!” His voice boomed as it did earlier and his hands found their way back to his belt. Already pulling it through the second loop and rubbing the sides of the leather once again.
“I’ll clean it up master! I deeply apologize!” You bowed your head and groveled at his feet.
The tip of his boot tapped at your chin, causing you to slowly look up and meet his angry glare. His eyes sharpened and focused in on you as a deep scowl settled on his face.
You couldn't help but bite your lip and grind down harder against the floor.
“Disgusting.” He huffed out in a forced cold tone and dropped his belt to the ground, it would seem he was done teasing you with it. “Lift your head slut. You will not escape your punishment!”
You quickly sat up straight and watched as he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough for his cock to spring free. He was already so hard and big for you, the tip an angry red just how you liked it.
"Mmm..." You licked your lips and leaned in slightly.
“Open your mouth.” His tone left no room for arguments, like you would even try, this was right where you wanted to be. You did as told and opened your mouth wide.
One of his hands tangled in your hair and the other cupped your cheek. His touch was light and gentle despite how mean he was supposed to be right now. His thumb caressed your cheek as he slowly pushed his dick into your mouth. He was much more caught up in the moment than in the roleplay itself, completely forgetting he was supposed to be mean for a few moments there.
You gripped onto your night gown as stuffed your mouth full, quickly hitting the back of your throat and making you gag a little. Once he was completely in you began to slowly bob your head, but he quickly ceased the actions by gripping your hair tighter.
"Don’t move. This is a punishment.” His voice was deep and low, as his hand cupping your face moved down to rest on the back of your neck.
You looked up at him as he began thrusting his hips, going much slower the pace agreed on for today. You whined softly and tapped his leg, that whine earning a grunt from him.
“J-just give me, a moment.” He moaned, his voice sounded like he was melting.
Your warm mouth always made him feel like he was losing his mind and right now was no different. He bit his bottom lip and changed his stance slightly, just doing anything to make him feel like he wasn't going crazy. Unfortunately nothing worked. His last ditch effort was a deep breath he took in as he slowly reeled his hips back to begin pounding his dick down your throat.
You gagged, your eyes watered, and your hand that was tapping on his thigh switched to grabbing onto his pants in a matter of seconds as his tip started to abuse the back of your throat. Salty pre cum slid down your throat completely forgoing your chance to even taste it like you normally would.
You knew in the back of your mind that your throat was gonna be sore later but you couldn't find it in you to care. The first thing at the top of your mind right now was how good his cock felt slamming into your mouth, and the second was how could you please him more? You answered that question by running your tongue along the sides of his dick when you could, and flicking your tongue over the tip when he reeled his hips back.
Tears dripped from your eyes as they fluttered shut, leaving a little trail and stain on your cheeks. Seeing you cry always put Gundham at a pause, his hips stuttered when he noticed and he immediately took to slowing his pace. He took a second to really look at your face, trying to gauge if he should completely stop, but in doing so he saw the lust just radiating off you in waves. Your eyes opened slightly, half lidded and dilated as your tongue swirled around his tip and your dropped your hand from his pants, moving up your leg to start rubbing yourself through those little lace panties you had on that were sticking to you like another skin.
He let out a long shaky breath upon realizing how much you were truly enjoying this. He sped back up much to your excitement, and then went even further, shoving himself down your throat at speeds so quick they made your clit ache.
You rubbed and rubbed to try and quell the ache that was slowly consuming your body. An ache that spread into a gut wrenching need where anything you did was never enough. It wasn't him and without him touching you, your body just couldn't be satisfied. You whined in between gags, needy for more but also content where you are.
The sounds of your whines went straight to his dick. "Oh f-fuck!" He moaned as the hand he had on the back of your neck pushed you forward slightly, like this would help him get deeper. Like he was going so fast and pushing so deep that his balls slapped against your face over and over. His head tilted back as he moaned out more and his fast thrust became more wild than orderly.
"Sh-shit! I'm, ungh, gonna cum..." He cursed and bit down on his bottom lip. Your eyes shot open staring up at him as you worked your tongue faster on his dick while your fingers sped up on your clit.
Seeing your lust filled eyes, wide and trained on him is what finally pushed him over the edge. You watched as his mouth fell open while he slammed into your throat one las time. He came, mostly down your throat with a loud moan that made your pussy clench around nothing. As he pulled out the last few spurts of his cum hit your tongue and you savored the taste, rolling your hips down on your fingers like you hadn't already had it committed to memory.
You opened your mouth, didn't even need to be asked, you just knew to show off just how full your mouth was. Once he made eye contact with you, you swallowed it all with a little moan that him already twitching back to life.
Gundham sighed as he slipped off his trench coat and let it hit the floor. His boots were heavy and slow against the floor as he mosied over to the bed and crashed down onto the edge. His legs spread and he waved you over.
"Here, now." His voice left no room for argument or any back talk. Your stomach flipped as you began crawling across the floor. Finally seeing him play mean like this was something you had craved for ages and it was sexier than you could have ever imagined. You settled between his legs and nuzzled your head against his thigh.
“You’ve done an abhorrent job and left your work unfinished! Whore.” You raised your eyebrow but understanding quickly dawned on you when he grabbed his dick and you saw the cum covering the sides and the base. "There's still cum on you dick. You failed to clean your lord properly." He flushed a slight pink, definitely embarrassed but you were eating it up.
“Oh!” You licked your lips, then remembered to play scared. You leaned in slightly and looked down at the ground. “I apologize my lord!”
Then you felt it. Without a word he slapped the sticky cum covered tip of his cock against your cheek. Your pussy clenched, you bit your lip, your breathing picked up, and some unholy little squeal left your lips.
“All you’ve done today is apologize. But your apologies mean nothing when your actions do not change.” He continued to slap his dick against your face, even smearing his cum all over your face.
You whined, you needed him back in your mouth now. You had to clean him and make things right, but he just wouldn't let you. He had you open mouthed and chasing after his dick, but every time you got close he would grab you by the hair and pull you just out of reach once again.
“Please, please, please!” You whined and rubbed your hands up and down his legs, nails digging into his pants a little. “Please let me lick it clean, please!” You drooled and moved one of your hands from Gundham’s leg down to your still aching core.
“If you wanted it so bad you should have done it when you had the chance.” His gaze was cold as he looked at you try to touch yourself. His boot quickly stopped your hand, stepping on your arm and keeping it stuck against your thigh. Keeping your finger just barely out of reach from your clit.
His cock slapped across your face one more time, making you mewl out. “Horny cock drunk whore.” Gundham sighed and moved his boot off your hand, you immediately moved to rub your clit.
“Stop.” Gundham grabbed your arm and another whine escaped your mouth. Ripping away those few fleeting moments of pleasure made your head spin with need.
He sighed deeply and leaned down, lifting you up by your waist and pulling you onto his lap. You spread your legs immediately, ready to take his big cock that was pushing right up against you. His tip was literally kissing your clit, he was so fucking close, and that was all you could focus on.
So it caught you a little off guard when one of his arms came over your shoulder and grabbed your breasts while his other hand came down and slowly rubbed your clit. You squirmed and pushed your hips against his dick, earing a soft grunt from him. Yes this felt great, but you needed more, this just wasn't enough.
“Stop moving.” His voice was deep and his words sounded final, like you'd have a price to pay if you didn't listen, but that didn't register, not as fast as it should have. So you kept on squirming and whining when-
SLAP. The sound reached your ears before it registered in your body. You let out a shaky moan as his hand slapped down against your pussy, sending a shock through you that made you gush with arousal like your panties weren't already soaking wet.
Y-yes master.” You mewled and just like that he went back to playing with your clit. Rubbing, pinching, pulling, and rolling it between his fingers to make you moan. He did this until you started to squirm again, you just couldn't take anymore.
Finally his fingers dipped lower and two of them pushed inside you. It would have started to quell the ache inside you if he didn't move so unbelievably slow. It felt like it was trying to tease you to the point of instanity.
“Gundhammmm, I want your cock! Please fuck me!” You completely forgot to call him master, your brain too hazy to even care about the roleplay anymore. Luckily, he was a benevolent master, and his top priority was always your pleasure so you wouldn't be punished for this.
“My cock? You think you deserve it?” His hand that was kneading your breasts slipped under the top of your night gown. His fingers began pinching and pulling at your nipples.
“Mhmmm!” You moaned out and nodded up at him. “P-please I deserve it!” His hand began working faster, but unbeknownst to you, giving you his dick was not currently an option.
“Hah! Now you’re lying to me. You disobey your lord, THE overlord of ice and claim that you deserve more! Don't make me laugh." His deep angry voice felt like it was surrounding you as he started to pound his fingers in and out of your pussy as fast as he could. His palm repeatedly slapped against your clit as he fucked you crazy.
“Wa-wait! H-holy shit!” Your brain felt like it was being fried in real time as you began pushing at his hand, trying to get some solace between his big fingers and his palm all against you at once. “Oh my f-fucking god!” You squealed as the pleasure began to overtake you.
Your body felt like it was tingling as your back arched up and you came all over Gundham's hand and lap. Your first reaction was to relax, you came meaning it was time for soft touches and a slower pace, but your husband had a different idea.
Since you came his fingers were able to slip in and out of you even faster. That paired with the fact his fingers started pounding into your g-spot made your head loll back and your mouth fall into a perfect little 'o' shape. Your back arched up once again and you gripped at the bed and Gundham's thigh.
He leaned in and began nipping and marking on your neck. “You can barely handle a single hand, yet you think you can handle my cock.” He laughed haughtily.
You let out a loud moan of some incoherent moan, it sounded like a slurred together version of ‘too much’, but nobody could ever truly decipher whatever nonsense you said.
You felt your body tense up all over again, the overstimulation getting to you as your eyes snapped shut and your toes curled. You didn't even realize it but you were cumming again. This time you squirted, hard. So hard in fact that it hit the floor. The sides of your vision went white and your body felt like it was ascending to the pearly gates.
You started to tremble and twist and turn, almost like you were trying to escape. Gundham's hand didn't stop moving for a single second, even when he added a third finger and stretched you more. Since he didn't stop, the only idea your little fucked out head could come up with was to run away.
You tugged at the sheets and tried to pull yourself off his lap, trying to escape in any way possible.
“You dare try to escape me?!” Gundham yelled, his hand slipped out of your night gown and his bicep wrapped around your neck and he squeezed a little. Squeezing just enough to hold you in place and make it a bit harder for you to breathe.
Your hand grabbed at his arm but you didn’t tug at him. Well you did, but it was weak and you could barely manage to grip his arm, you were just to overstimulated by the brain melting pleasure. Pleasure that melted your brain so much, it wrapped back around to where you started, that intense crave of his cock and a crave for more.
You stared to buck your hips up against his hand, it was slow and lazy but it was more than enough to make Gundham's eyes widen. "Does my lady still crave more?!" The roleplay long forgotten as he started to spread his fingers, stretching you wide in a way that made you whine between moans.
"M-more, hahh!" You moaned while kissing on his bicep, trying to coax more out of him with his favorite soft kisses.
“Yes, whatever you ask for my lady." He pulled his fingers out, gaining a pathetic whimper from you. "Patience." He hummed and kissed the shell of your ear.
His bicep unwrapped from its place around your neck and he shifted to holding you. With a little tired grunt he stood up and lifted you, taking you over to the dresser. He held you up in front of the mirror as he slowly moved you back and forth, making you grind down against his cock.
“Mmn, p-please…” you mewled and looked at him in the mirror, your eyes big and pleading.
“Mm, I find myself being unable to resist you any longer. My dark lady.” He purred, his voice a deep rumble in your shoulder as his cock head pushed at your entrance.
You pushed your hips down, helping him slowly work inside. With a soft grunt his tip was nestled in the warmth of your cunt and he began slowly thrusting.
You pouted and looked at him in the mirror, the slow pace mildly pissing you off. You huffed as you began squirming and pushing back on him.
"I a-apologize." He grunted and moved you a bit closer to the dresser, pushing one of your legs up on it. His hands held your hips tightly and his face pushed into your shoulder, biting down on it as he began slamming his hips against yours.
You yelped as the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room. Your head fell forward and you gripped the desk tightly. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You squealed and your cunt clamped down on his dick, making his moans louder as he worked even harder to continue fucking you at this pace.
His eyes fluttered shut as he slammed all of his cock inside you, slamming against your g-spot so hard your eyes rolled back. The wave of another orgasm washed over you and came all over the dresser and floor, soaking both in your cum.
Your mouth fell open, drool running down the side of your mouth and your moans growing louder. You also began to try tears of pleasure from how overwhelmed you were.
Gundham's eyes were trained on you, he watched you in the mirror as he picked up pace. The sound of skin slapping and the squelch from your pussy grew louder. He didn't say it but if you took a second to look at him in the mirror it was obvious he was losing it and hanging on by a single thread.
“C-can I cum inside? Oh please let me cum inside!” His voice was higher, breathier, and he sounded so desperate to cum in your pussy.
“Mhmmm cum, I-in me.” Your speaking voice was a trembled murmur, the loud moans and throat fucking from earlier already starting to take their toll.
Gundham nodded and pushed his cock deep in you. His tip pushed right up against your cervix as he filled you with his cum. Filling you with a warm gooey feeling that felt like home.
“Oh fu-fuck.” His voice trembled and he took a shaky breath in. He leaned you both against the dresser and used everything he had left to hold you both up as you tried to relax a little.
The two of you stayed their for who knows how long, giving you both a chance to calm down and catch your breath.
“… Th-thanks for doing, for me.” You croaked out weakly.
Gundham leaned forward and pecked you on the cheek. “No need to thank me. I also enjoyed it. Now let your throat rest, my dark paramour.” His grip on your hips tightened as he began to slowly pull out, a groan slipping from him. You whined and your toes curled as you felt the gush of his cum dripping out of you.
He leaned back a little, watching as his cum dripped down your thighs and you clench around nothing. Some part of him always enjoyed seeing the aftermath, but another part wanted to stay inside you. To make sure that you would always be full of his seed.
"... Ahem..." He cleared his throat to bring himself from his dazed staring. You slowly looked up at him as he lifted you into a princess carry in his arms.
"Let us bathe." His face was bright red as he walked to the bathroom. You smiled and nuzzled your head into his chest. You felt him bend and heard the soft sound of the running bathwater. A nice comforting end to your sexy role play.
Being a fuck buddy to the number one academic weapon in your department and the rumored bad boy was not simple but you worked them boy day and night with the ultimate hope to eventually have them both at once.
Byakuya Togami x fwb Fem!reader x Mondo Owada
Modern College AU
No Talents
Word Count: 8297
CW: Double penetration, no condom, choking, oral fem!receiving
Being a top student was not an easy thing to maintain. Loads of classes, studying, and making sure your calendar is always filled out. Which of course you do gracefully, but you can only do but so much when your competition for that number one spot was THE rich notorious prick with a stick up his ass. Byakuya Togami.
Byakuya Togami is the only person who beats you out in grades. He's effortlessly bumped you down to salutatorian, and the worst part? He couldn't even give a damn. He just acts like it was the order of the world, the way things should be, just like a breeze on a sunny day.
Which well, I guess it is. He would be in the headlines everywhere if the only son of the Togami corporation was losing out to someone the media had never even heard of.
Honestly what really grinded your gears was how he always seemed so surprised that you could keep up with him. Case and point, the first time you ever had an actual conversation with him.
Class just finished, mid term grades were out, and most people in the room looked like they were signing their death certificate. You on the other hand were overjoyed, a perfect score that spoke testament to the hours you poured in to study groups and late night study sessions.
"Wow, you actually managed a perfect score." You internally groaned as you looked up to see the annoying blond himself, but seeing him wasn't the real issue. The real issue was that he sounded genuinely impressed, like he didn't believe this was something you could achieve.
"Of course I passed. Are you that surprised someone could get the same score as you?" You raised your eyebrow up at him and Byakuya scoffed.
"Same score as me? I got an 105 for the bonus question and pointing out an error." Byakuya chuckled and turned to walk away, but he paused before he did. "The exam was a little hard." He shrugged and walked off.
"What?" Your eyebrow raised and you watched as he left.
That moment had always confused you, but it also solidified in your mind that maybe Byakuya wasn't as bad as you originally thought. You later learned that you were completely wrong, but by that point you were completely stuck with him as his study/fuck buddy.
Since you two have majors within the same department and you THOUGHT he would come around and grow nicer with time, the two of you began to study together and help each other out when possible. Well, it was more like he helped you study and took care of your body while you gave good head and terrified his little stalker. She played a mean game of hide and seek whenever you around, giving Byakuya the peace and quiet he craved.
Today the two of you were in a study room in the library. It was supposed to be the two of you anyways, but Byakuya was currently trapped on a call and sitting outside to handle that. Soooo you took a break, you deserve it, the two of you had been studying and he had been staring at you like he wanted to eat you. So you felt like a break would be nice before he came back in here.
You hummed a little tune as you pulled out your phone, the first notification that caught your eye was a text from the campuses resident bad boy. Mondo Owada. You personally wouldn't call him that cause he was the furthest thing from it, being quite protective and sweet in your eyes, but that wasn't something many others saw.
Others couldn't, or just wouldn't, look past the fact that he's the leader of a big biker gang. People did say that they did everything from selling drugs to weapon trading, but that was all lies! At least as Mondo told you, this was all baseless rumors and you were inclined to believe him from the way his jaw almost hit the floor when you asked him about that stuff.
Your phone pinged and you smiled as you responded to his text, quickly getting absorbed in the conversation and not noticing when the door slowly opened back up. You didn't know as Byakuya silently walked in and stood over your shoulder, reading your texts that consisted of Mondo confirming when you were free to work out and obvious flirting between the two of you.
"Are you dating Mondo?" You jumped. His voice was so close, almost right in your ear. You slammed your phone down like you were doing something wrong and whipped your head around to look back at him.
"You scared the shit out of me, holy! Warn a girl next time." You swatted at him as he sat back down next to you.
"If you are dating him I can see why your grades have started to slip, and why you've started to text me in the middle of the night." Byakuya pushed his glasses up and opened his sleek silver laptop to look at where they left off in the notes.
"Firstly, my grades are not dropping! Second, I'm not dating Mondo... though that doesn't sound too bad." You sent one last text and put your phone down, biting your lip as you thought about Mondo bending you over the work out equipment and fucking you into the weight bench.
Byakuya's flicked to you and then quickly back at the laptop, he knew what the look on your face meant. He knew he wasn't the only one you called late at night.
"Doesn't sound too bad?" He scoffed. "He's a hooligan. In the one conversation I had with him he threatened me and ended punching someone else. Abrasive meat head." He sighed.
"Are you talking about that thing with you where Makoto stepped in? Cause he told me that went a lot different. Like you started calling him dumb after he asked for help on an assignment." You raised your eyebrow at him and Byakuya nodded.
"Well it sounds like he finally got something right. Getting upset about the facts doesn't make them any less true though." Byakuya shrugged.
You sighed and shook your head, you knew it was no use trying to get through to him. When he believes he's right the only thing that'll change his mind is cold hard evidence and you were not about to show him your evidence that Mondo was truly a sweet guy.
The two of you fell back into the rhythm of work, a slow steady drum of the tip of your pen on your tablet and the soft scratch of his pencil on paper. This soft quiet moment was only interrupted by his hand snaking over to rest on your knee. His thumb slowly caressed your knee in slow circles, his soft delicate hands felt soothing on your skin.
Maybe you were wrong, maybe he was nicer than you originally thought, maybe he has grown nicer over time, or maybe he just had a big soft spot for you. You didn't bother wracking your brain for an answer, instead splitting your attention between your notes and his comforting touch.
Ding. The sharp sound of his email on his laptop and your phone went off at the same time. You reserved checking your phone for after the study session or during breaks so Byakuya checked his email for both of you to see. Both of you quickly scanned the email but Byakuya was the first to react, an annoyed huff leaving him as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Ooo a group project, that takes a load off my back." You put your pen in the holder on your tablet while Byakuya sat up straight again.
"We don't know that yet, we can't pick the groups. You could be stuck working with two rocks for all we know." He pinched the bridge of his nose and used his other hand to scroll down to see the groups of three they were all placed in at random according to the details of the email.
"... But it looks like that's not happening cause I'm working with you and Mondo!" You smiled and picked up your phone to immediately text the third member of your group about these arrangements.
"This was something I truly wanted to avoid." He sighed. He picked this class to avoid having to do a group project, something he had told you many many times before.
"Yeah cause you suck with people. If it was anyone else you'd just piss your group off." You laughed a little, both at what you said and at Mondo exclaiming his heavy dislike for having to work with Byakuya.
"I don't 'suck with people'." He sighed and looked at you but your head was buried in your phone. "My issue is, they are inefficient and dumb, and they don't realize that." He paused and looked at the list again.
"And to make matters worse I'm stuck with a meat head who doesn't even come to class." Byakuya took his glasses off and tossed them to the side on the table. The clatter drew your attention up to him.
Short blonde hair framing his face perfectly, thick black lashes, an annoyed look set on his sharp and delicate features, a stressed look in those piercing blue eyes. You forgot just how pretty he is. You moved your chair closer and leaned against him.
"It's just one project, we'll get through it quick. I promise." Your voice was soft and right in his ear. He flinched when he felt your hand lay on his thigh, slowly rubbing up and down.
"No. I refuse to work with him." Byakuya turned and looked at you. The two of you locked eyes for a few moments before he turned away. A blush didn't cover his face or anything, but the tips of his ears were burning a light red.
You laughed a little and slipped off your chair and under the table. You were gonna make him completely forget about any issues with the project. You just had to have them together.
A day or two later you stood in the gym Mondo worked at, whenever the two of you worked out together he always got a private room and would play personal trainer. Today you were working on arms, well right now you were spotting him while he was showing off and bench pressing a weight that was pretty similar to your own.
"You knowww, I already know you could lift me. No need to show off." You smirked as you stared at him from above.
"Don't try and change the topic." He effortlessly put the weight back down on the bar and sat up.
"But I already know how you feel about the project. Yada yada you don't wanna work with him." You sighed. "But unfortunately for you and him the groups are set in stone and we will have to work together." You walked around the weight bench to stand in front of Mondo.
You didn't notice it but his eyes raked down your body, taking in the way that tight little elastic workout outfit hugged your curves. He didn't want to stare but every time he looked away he just found his eyes going right back to you. So instead of looking away he just brought back up the project, hoping you wouldn't notice, but you did. You felt his stare, his sharp eyes piercing every part of you like he could look through your clothes.
"I'm glad you like my little workout set, I wasn't sure if you'd like this shade of purple." You smiled and ran your nail around his knee in a circular motion.
He nodded and gulped, trying to think of what to say because currently his head was empty. He flushed a deep red and nodded again, forgetting he already did that. "Yeah, its uh, its cute!" His voice was much louder then he planned, practically yelling in your face.
You giggled and your hand slowly rubbed up and down the exposed skin of his leg and a little under his workout shorts. He cleared his throat and went quiet, it took him a full ten seconds to remember what the two of you were previously talking about.
"Uh, shit, right. I refuse to work with that prick. He has a stick so far up his ass I don't even think a doctor could reach it." Mondo huffed and got off the bench, he grabbed the spray and cleaned the bench. "And who cares if he's rich! He'll still fall if I kicked him in the nuts just like every other man." Mondo huffed.
"You two are so alike yet so different." You hummed and moved closer, leaning on his bicep.
"Even if you don't wanna you still gotta work with him." Your hands ran up and down his muscular arms. "If you don't then my grade will drop and I'll be sooooo sad." You looked up at him with a while and pout, putting on a fake pitiful display.
Mondo huffed and covered your face with his hand, pushing you back slightly. You couldn't see it behind his fingers but he was an even deeper shade of red then he was earlier.
"Fine fine whatever but don't expect me to talk to that fucker. And get the fuck off me!" Mondo huffed and turned away as he led you to the next machine the two of you were going to try.
"Well you kinda do have to talk to him, but whatever you say." You hummed and pulled out your phone to start booking a study room in the library.
"Why are you so excited about this anyways?" Mondo grumbled as he set up the machine at a suspiciously low weight for what you assumed was for himself.
"Having you two in the same room has always been kinda a dream of mine." You winked at Mondo and put your phone in your pocket. "I guess it's pretty selfish, but its what I want." You rubbed a finger down his back muscles.
He didn't respond. Honestly if he did it would be him asking what that rich brat has that he doesn't so he decided instead of getting into that he'd keep his mouth shut.
He stepped back from the machine and smiled at you. "You're gonna be hitting a new personal record today!" His hand came down and slapped your back, hard enough to send you forward a little.
"Oh... no, that's alright, I'm not hungry." You gulped as you looked at the weight he set, it was just a little higher than your last record and even that was still a struggle sometimes.
His hand moved down from your back, both hands grasping onto your waist and moving you closer to the machine. "You have to do this!" His grin was wide and his voice loud with excitement.
You looked up at him, his hand placement making your stomach do flips. "I'll hit this pr if you fuck me after." You leaned back against him, still staring up into those purple eyes.
Mondo cleared his throat and looked away, his hands began slowly massaging your hips. "Y-yeah!" He almost yelled, a little too eager. "Fuck..." He muttered and his eyes darted around.
"Then I guessss, lets hit this personal record." You sighed playfully and pressed a few kisses against his jaw and neck.
After that fun-filled day in the gym, it was a while until you saw Mondo again. Your work load increased and you needed to study a lot more, meaning that most of your days were spent crammed in study rooms with Byakuya or different friend groups. This kept up until you got all the project details one class period, this class Mondo was actually on time for. It seemed like this day would be a miracle handed down from the heavens itself.
You, Mondo, and Byakuya all in a small study room with them each sitting on either side of you. Oh this was what you had been waiting for! Now you just needed to find the right time to set the mood.
“I’ll handle the research, you can do the formatting, and we can leave the presentation to… him.” Byakuya's voice brought you from your thoughts. It was obvious he was already upset, arms already crossed and the tone of his voice double proving that he was thoroughly done.
“Just the presentation!?” He slammed his hands down on the table and leaned forward to glare at Byakuya. "I can do more than that!"
“I don’t trust that pea brain of yours to handle anything more imporant than that. Even giving you the presentation is risky.” Byakuya shrugged like it was the truth. “If you were capable of handling this project I would have said so, but you’re simply not.”
“Of course I’m fucking capable! Don’t act like I’m a dumb ass!” Mondo stood up and yelled at Byakuya.
“A hit dog will hollar.” Byakuya looked up at him and Mondo reeled his hand back, definitely getting ready to punch the shit out of Byakuya.
"Stop it!" You yelled, loud and annoyed enough that it caught them both off guard. They've heard you yell before but not like this.
“You’re gonna sit down and we’re all gonna work on this project together!” You didn’t yell this time but your voice was loud and heavily annoyed. They started sighting, ruined your good mood, pissed you off, and made you as dry as the desert in less than a minute.
Mondo sat down, sucking his teeth as he did. He rested his head on his palm and looked off to the side staring at the wall.
Byakuya dropped his crossed arms and looked off in the other direction, staring at the little monitor in the room that his laptop was casted to.
The three of you sat in silence for a bit. You trying to calm down and the other two trying to figure out when they would be good to try and talk to you again.
Once you felt the buzzing sound of the laptop and the soft blowing of the AC had gone on long enough you were about to explain how you thought the project should go, until a soft knock cut you off before you could start.
You sighed and got up to open the door, being met with one of the student staff for the library.
“Hi uh, a lot of people have said y'all are really loud and stopping them from studying. I have to ask y'all to leave.” The staffs voice was soft and very very hard to hear it seems like they liked this just as much as you did. Silently you nodded and walked back to where you were sitting, packing up your stuff.
You were the first out the room with Mondo and Byakuya following close behind, they followed you all the way out of the library and to one of the tables outside.
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance running rampant through you to the point you wanted to scream. “Come on guys. Where the hell are we supposed to work on this now.”
“Uh we could go to my place.” Mondo shrugged, part of him forgetting Byakuya would also have to go.
“I refuse to be caught dead in a gang hideout." Byakuya pulled out his phone, a silence settled over them as he sent a few messages. “We will go to my apartment. Follow me.”
“No.” You pushed away from the table. “You two have pissed me off today, I’m going to my room. We’ll work on this another day." You walked off, rubbing your temples as you did. Everything was starting to piss you off, from how bright the sun was to much the paving on the campus walk ways sucked. You NEEDED to be away from them before you blew up on them, bad.
Both boys stood there slightly shocked staring between each other as you walked off.
“Fuck…” Mondo muttered.
“This is all your fault.” Byakuya sighed.
"My fault?! You're the one that's been acting like a bitch all damn day!" Mondo yelled at him, his fist balling up and his teeth gritting together.
"Your yelling is what got us here in the first place you numbskull." Byakuya pushed up his glasses and turned to leave. "Oh and stop talking to y/n. You may be texting her all the time but I'm the one she's always with."
"She texts me in the middle of night to satisfy her so obviously you're not doing enough!" Mondo chuckled with a smug little smirk.
"It sounds like she just texts you for a late night fuck. Such a side life." Byakuya walked away before Mondo could say anything, leaving him to storm off so he wouldn't try to follow Byakuya and throttle him.
You didn't talk to either of the boys for quite a while. You needed a few days to cool off, hang out with other people, and return to your usual self.
Once you did finally feel like you could tolerate them again you made a group chat and sent your address. Giving them the room number to your dorm and the time they should arrive.
While waiting you cleaned up, ate, and took some time to lay out everything yall needed to work on this project. You hummed while pushing the finishing touches, only to be interrupted by a heavy knock at the door. You slid across the floor in your socks and looked into the peephole, smiling a little when you saw Mondo.
You took a step back and opened the door, smile growing as you got to really look at him. He was dressed casually, sweatpants and a t-shirt, but his hair was down, that was new.
"Shit, you look good." You stepped back and let him in, his face going a little red. He grumbled and stepped into the room, shoving a box of chocolates into your hands.
"Sorry... about the other day." He cleared his throat and looked away, following you back into your room.
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, and thanks for the chocolate. I'll make sure we have fun with these." You winked and popped a piece of chocolate into your mouth before putting the box in your mini fridge.
“Y-yeah… don’t thank me!” He grumbled and sat down on the floor by your desk.
You pulled a few snacks and also set them on the desk, some bags of chips and a can of soda just incase anyone wanted it. You stopped after putting the snacks down, staring down at Mondo who was looking at something on his phone.
God he looked so hot lounging around like that. His print was already visible, that alone was enough to make you throw out any ideas of working on the project. To make things worse his shirt was clinging to his muscles.
"... Fuck." You muttered and reached out, running your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp in a way that made him lean into your touch.
"You should wear your hair down more, it's hot as fuck." You hummed and pulled him closer, his head rested against your thigh.
"Glad you like it." He muttered with a grunt and put his phone down. He looked up at you, the two of you holding eye contact as the tension in the room raised.
You bit your lip and that's all Mondo needed. He reached up and grabbed you by your hips pulling you down onto his lap, but the second he was about to lean in and kiss you there was a knock on the door.
"That's probably Byakuya. Damn he's early too, did you both feel bad about what you did?" You slowly pushed off Mondo, your body feeling warm and malleable as you slowly walked to the door, your hips swaying as you went.
"Shit!" Mondo huffed and laid back on the carpet. He honestly forgot Byakuya was coming, he was so ready to have you on the bed and serve you some hair pulling, eye rolling, make up sex before Byakuya even got here.
You giggled a little at Mondo as you opened the door. Your favorite blonde standing there dressed as casually as someone as rich as him could be. As you stood there drinking in the expensive fabrics sitting on his body, your eyes stopped at his hair.
"Ooo you switched it up too. Love the ponytail on you its so cute." You stepped back to let Byakuya in, his eye twitched when you said the word too. He wanted to get here first but Mondo always had to be in the way of his plans.
He sighed and wrapped a quick arm around you, hand on your waist as you led him to the room. He could tell from your body language that you couldn't give a single fuck about that project right now.
"Very quaint." Byakuya sighed and moved his hand from your waist, going to sit in your desk chair. His warm touch lingered at your side as you pushed the door to your bedroom closed.
Mondo scowled as he watched Byakuya pull away from you, he grumbled something under his breath and sighed. "Y/n, are you dating this fuck face?" Mondo pointed his thumb at Byakuya. After what the blonde had said to him the last time they met, Mondo found himself becoming extremely irritated at even the thought of Byakuya. So, when he was early, then touching on, THEN saying something about your dorm, it made his blood boil.
You shook your head and stood in between both of them. Byakuya scoffed and glared down at Mondo, who glared back at him. "No, but it doesn't sound too bad. He's super pretty and loaded, I'd never have to lift a finger for the rest of my life."
"That's not true, you'd become an integral part of growing the family business." Byakuya looked up at you with his arms crossed, but his expression didn't hold the same glare as earlier, now it was just the normal amount of annoyance on his face.
"Sounds like office sex waiting to happen. I love a risky setting like that." You placed a hand on Togami's neck and slipped a finger or two under the collar of his shirt.
"Fuck this." Mondo huffed and stood up, he went over to the door and slammed it open. His eyes widened, he definitely didn't mean to use that much strength, but maybe it was a good thing he did. He heard the soft shuffle of your socks on the carpet and felt your warm hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, if you really don't like it that much I won't joke about it anymore." Your voice was soft and made him feel like his angers had been completely justified.
"It's just, you deserve better than that angry ass wipe!" He groaned loudly.
"Well, look who's talking." Byakuya rolled his eyes. "You just can't stand the thought of me because your silly little crush it too much for you to bare."
"Well you like her too!" Mondo yelled and his fist balled up, he desperately wanted Byakuya to shut the hell up.
"So? Do you think I'm like you and would get angry over someone stating obvious facts?" Byakuya smirked and tried to hold back a little snicker, failing miserably at it.
Excitement bubbled deep in your core. You had inkling both of them liked you, but with this confirmation you wanted to see how far they would go. If they would do anything like fulfilling some of your fantasies maybe.
"Ladies, ladies," You held your hands up and smirked a little. "Don't fight. Let's settle this the good old fashion way." You walked over to your lofted bed and crawled on top of it.
"Join me." You winked at them and pat both sides of the bed next to you.
Mondo was the first to hop on the bed, he was at your side in practically no time. As a reward for his eagerness you leaned in and cupped his cheek as you kissed him, finally giving him that kiss he missed out on a bit earlier.
He didn't start off slow or try to ease you into it, he was practically trying to devour you whole as soon as your lips touched. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he began to work his tongue all around your mouth, trying to claim you before you even had a chance to kiss Byakuya. Mondo slipped his hands and pulled you onto his lap just as Byakuya hopped up on the bed.
You felt him smirk against your lips as his grip on your hips tightened. The sounds of you kissing echoed throughout the room as Mondo cut his eyes over at Byakuya with a smug look like you had already picked him.
You pulled back with a soft pant. Mondo snickered, but his triumph feeling didn't last for long because Byakuya's slender fingers were wrapping around your neck and tilting your head back until you were about to kiss him from your spot on Mondo's lap.
"Mm, open-" he cut you off with another kiss, rheumatically moving his lips against yours. "ah, open your-" He cut you off again right before you could finish your sentence, another kiss keeping you from fully finishing your sentence.
You gave up honestly, instead deciding on an approach with much less words, like just pushing your tongue into his mouth. Unlike normal instead of just letting you have your way with the kiss, he pushed back today. He drew soft moans from you as he put in a little effort to fight for dominance, his hand caressing your neck as he did so.
Byakuya pulled back, not for long though, just for a moment to rip you off Mondo's lap and have you settle onto his own.
Mondo's eye twitched, he huffed and looked away from the two of you, grumbling something under his breath. He wasn't watching but just the sounds alone made him feel like he would lose his mind if he couldn't touch you, so he grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you out the kiss with Byakuya.
"What the hell." He glared and watched as Mondo bit your bottom lip and pulled it back before pulling you into another heated kiss. It was much more overwhelming this time and you could tell he was totally trying to show off, prove that he was better.
Mondo started trying to pull you off Byakuya's lap, but he quickly nipped that in the bud. He kept you firmly planted on his lap at the cost of helping you turn around so you keep kissing Mondo, but he didn't let that go on for much longer either, pulling you back into his chest once he was tired of the scene in front of him.
"Your verdict. Who are you picking?" Byakuya's hands sat on your waist, slowly massaging.
Mondo watched you with wide eyes as he panted and tried to catch his breath. Both of your lips being red, swollen, and kiss bitten showing just how hard he was trying to keep you interested in him.
"Welllllll, if you two are really opened minded I don't need to pick." You flashed them the sweetest smile you could muster while starting to grind down against Byakuya.
Byakuya and Mondo both quickly looked at the other and sighed. They were so alike and so different at the same time. "Fine." Byakuya was the first to speak. Your sweet smile stretched even wider as your gaze focused in on Mondo.
"Fucking, fine. Whatever." He huffed.
You pressed a quick kiss to Byakuya's lips, and set out to do the same thing to Mondo, but he grabbed your cheeks and held you in place as another sloppy make out ensued. You rolled your hips back against Byakuya and his nails began to slightly dig into your skin, leaving little crescent mark impressions. One of his hands stayed on your hips, but the other began to snake up your body and under your shirt at a painfully slow pace.
You twitched and squirmed into his touch, trying anything to get his hands to move faster in the way your heated brain wanted. Your movements only grew more needy as Byakuya unclasped your bra with one hand and slid it off. He massaged your breasts slow and lazily while avoiding touching your nipples.
You leaned back against his chest and pulled away from the kiss much to Mondo's disappointment. "Byakuyaaaa." His name slowly rolled off your tongue in a way that made his dick twitch.
"He loves when I say his name like that." Yo smirked at Mondo, mouthing 'watch this' as you bounced your hips on him, gaining a strained moan that was just on the verge of something higher, something closer to a whine.
"This is what you get for teasing me." You snickered a little. Mondo laughed as he watched you torment the blonde under you.
Byakuya huffed and his other hand went back down to your hip, holding you still in a tight grip.
"No fun." You sighed as he leaned in to kiss you, mostly to shut you up.
While being kissed breathless by Byakuya, Mondo got in front of you. He leaned over Byakuya's long legs while leaning down and lifting your shirt just enough to slip his head under it. Mondo kissed from your stomach up to your chest and then over your breasts, leaving a trail of bite marks and hickeys as he went. His head stopped when he made it to your chest, pausing for a moment before running his tongue around your nipples and making you moan into Byakuya's mouth.
Your hand came up and rubbed his arm, nails digging into it slightly when he started to suck on your nipples. When a particularly loud moan slipped from you Mondo pulled back and pulled your shirt off, he needed to see your expressions.
You pulled back from the kiss, sighing about the marks already taking form on your body. "It's way too hot out for this!" You whined and pushed at Mondo's head, but while reprimanding him, Byakuya started doing the same thing. He shoved his face into your neck and sucked marks onto your neck, shoulders, and even a bit of your upper back.
"It's too hot to cover up!" You pushed at the both of them. Byakuya didn't move but Mondo used the push to let you guide his kisses down your stomach and to the waist band of your pants. He nipped at the band, teeth grazing your skin while his hands worked at the buckle of your pants.
"Ah!" You gasped, your fingers curled into his hair and sent strands of it all over the place.
"Mondo, pull her pants off." Byakuya's voice was softer than usual but he still had that same commanding tone to it.
“What the hell else do you think I’m doing? Writing a fucking letter!?” Mondo huffed and glared up at Byakuya.
Byakuya rolled his eyes. “I don’t care what you’re doing. Pull her pants off.” He repeated, much more forceful this time.
“Just fucking boring.” Mondo huffed and unbuckled your pants, yanking them down and tossing them to the floor.
Byakuya grabbed your legs and spread them wide, all that flexibility training with Mondo really paid off cause he pulled at you like you could hit a split. He spread your legs wide until your panties could barely cover your pussy, leaving you completely exposed.
Mondo’s hands slowly rubbed the insides of your thighs, his thumb dipping into your soaked pussy and spreading your juices on your own thighs, just to lean in and lick it clean.
Byakuya huffed and leaned up slightly, just enough to grab Mondo by his hair and push him down. Shoving Mondo’s face into your pussy, forcing his mouth over your still clothed cunt.
Mondo tired to pull back but surprisingly Byakuya has a strong grip, strong enough to continuously keep his head down. So with a huff he gave up and started licking over your already soaking wet panties.
“You taste so fucking good.” Mondo grunted and leaned in closer.
“M-more!” You moaned out and tugged at his hair.
Byakuya moved his hand from Mondo’s head and slipped it down your thigh until he hit the edge of your panties. He pulled at the band, letting it snap across your skin. Probably to distract you from the fact that his fingers were making their way closer and closer to your clit. You didn’t even notice until you felt slow tight circles start being rubbed into your sensitive nub.
Mondo moved down a little, since Byakuya was pleasuring you he couldn’t be outdone. He didn’t bother pulling your panties to the side, he just slowly slipped his tongue inside you, your panties clinging to his tongue and following it into your hole. Once his tongue was fully in the first time he changed up his pace to something more his style, something fast and deep and enough to make your head spin.
Your back arched up off Byakuya slightly and squirmed. There was so much happening at once you didn’t know whether to ask for Byakuya to speed or Mondo to slow down. Your head felt hazy as another string of moans left your mouth.
“Relax, stop fighting it.” Byakuya slowed his hand even more drawing a whine from you only for you to tense up again when Mondo’s quick tongue thrusted back in. “You brute stop going so quick!” Byakuya sighed, he looked like he was entirely fed up.
Mondo pulled back with a scowl. He moved your panties to the side and replaced his tongue with his fingers, two of which that began quickly pounding in and out of you.
You gasped, your back arching more as his fingers moved faster and were most certainly thicker. Big ass hands.
“Can you stop telling me what to fucking do. I have a way I like to pleasure her, so sorry it doesn’t fit your take it slow bullshit.” Mondo didn’t realize his hand sped up as he argued, but you most certainly felt it. Your moans grew louder but they were too busy arguing to even notice.
“Starting slow and working your way up is the best way to pleasure anyone and keep your own stamina. It’s not my fault you don’t know the first thing about sex, but I guess it’s my fault for trying to use logic on a ogre like you.” Byakuya huffed. The circles he rubbed on your clit grew sloppier and faster, his finger even hitting the slide of your clit in a way that made you clench around Mondo’s fingers.
“G-guys! I’m g-gonna cum!” You grabbed onto Mondo with one hand and Byakuya with the other. “Moreeee I’m s-so close!” Your nails dug into them.
Mondo smirked at this request. “See she wants more!” He pushed a third finger into you and began to pound them deep inside you to the point your toes curled and your eyes blew wide open.
“Because she’s on the edge. You know nothing.” Byakuya rolled his eyes. The tight little refined circles returned but he was moving much faster this time.
“T-too much!” You squealed and your eyes snapped shut hard as you came all over Mondo’s hand and left your panties absolutely drenched.
You panted heavily and slumped against Byakuya. A small whine falling from your mouth as Mondo pulled his fingers out.
Byakuya moved his hand from your clit and pulled your panties off, tossing them somewhere in the room.
“Are you strong enough to ride me? Answer quickly.” His hands returned to your hips, but not to rest there, it was obvious he was about to manhandle you from his grip.
“Uh, huh? Y-yeah?” You looked up at him with your eyebrow raised.
“Good.” Byakuya moved you off his lap and hopped off the bed.
“Strip.” He commanded Mondo as he quickly took off his clothes and put them on your desk.
“Huh why the fuck are you telling me to strip?” He raised his eyebrow.
“We’re going to settle this once and for all. Strip.” Byakuya sighed and went to pull out his ponytail but you grabbed his hand.
“Leave it pulled back it looks so sexy.” You bit your lip as you looked at him.
Byakuya flushed a slight red but still left it. He got back on the bed and laid back on your pillows. He pulled you onto his lap and you finally took a moment to realize that, damn he’s unnecessarily hot. Your hand rubbed down his chest, rubbing his abs and you admired the slight muscles of his arms, but you gaze stopped at his dick that was oh so close to you.
“Fuck… you’re long.” You bit your lip. Your hands slowly stroked his dick, a few slow pumps to draw soft moans from him.
You felt the bed dip behind you, your head whipped around to be met with the big muscles of Mondo Owada.
“Holy shit…” your eyes started at his arms that were so muscular and big. You’ve seen them before of course but this was different, seeing them while imagining being pinned between him and Byakuya was a totally new feeling. Then his chest, his abs were so defined and perfect and led to his big beefy muscular thighs. Your eyes traveled back up to his dick, eyes going wide from how big he was.
"You two are gonna split me in half..." You looked down at Byakuya who just rolled his eyes.
“You will be fine.” His hands returned to your hips and pulled you closer, pushing your pussy right against his dick. He slowly bucked his hips up, rubbing his cock up and down against you.
Your hands rested on his hips as you began to rock against him.
“Mondo, h-help her.” Byakuya covered his mouth to try and stop another moan from slipping past his lips, unfortunately he was too late.
Mondo’s hands gripped your waist and he helped you lift up. You hovered right above Byakuya’s cock and when Mondo let go of your hips you sunk about half way down, a loud moaning spilling from your mouth as you did so.
“Wa-warn a girl next time!” You whined back at Mondo. You leaned forward, raising up a little so you could have a little more control of how you wanted to move.
“Sorry…” he leaned forward and kissed down your back, it started sweet and innocent until he started to suck marks on your back. You’re gonna look absolutely beat up later.
You started slowly bouncing up and down, taking your time to get used to working on half of his dick. While you bounced your ass moved up and down against Mondo’s dick, reminding you of that crazy monster that has to go inside you next.
Once Byakuya believed you were comfortable enough he bucked his hips, working more and more of his cock inside of you. Your thighs trembled and your arms wobbled, you should have told him no earlier but it was too late to go back now.
“Byakuya, I can’t do itttt!” Your moans came out whiny as you unconsciously moved your hips up and down. Your brain slightly foggy and not even noticing that you hadn’t stopped.
Byakuya sighed and tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you down into a kiss. He opened his eye and looked back at Mondo, he used his free hand to motion for Mondo to push you down, and despite not wanting to listen to Byakuya, he still did it.
A loud moan ripped through you as you were suddenly pushed down to be flush with Byakuya thighs and hips. Byakuya sucked on your tongue and bucked his hips up, fucking you in a hazier state of mind with every single thrust.
“Ngh, fuck! So full!” You pulled back from the kiss and rested your head on Byakuya’s chest to try and ground yourself.
Byakuya snaked his hands down your body and grabbed your ass. Spreading your checks to help give Mondo a better view.
“Well what are you waiting for?” He raised his eyebrow.
You were a little confused on what was happening until you felt the head of Mondo’s dick push in next to where Byakuya was slowly thrusting.
“Sh-shit, yall are gonna break me.” You moaned out as he pushed deeper and deeper into you, stopping at about half. If you felt full before now you were stuffed. Just the slow thrusting from Byakuya was enough to make you feel your impending orgasm because of how full you were.
Mondo’s arm wrapped around your waist and he started to slowly rub your clit.
“Too much! I’ll fucking cum!” Your voice grew higher and your back arched as you started to tremble.
Both boys slowly thrusted in and out of you. Mondo worked himself deeper and Byakuya slowed his hips a little to keep you feeling consistently overwhelmed.
With the sharp snap of his hips Byakuya slammed into your g-spot, sending you over the edge with a loud moan that ripped through you. You drooled, your eyes were blown wide open, and your mouth hung open. You didn’t even realize you were cumming until you felt the warm liquid drip down your thighs.
“F-fuck, oh you got tighter! Fucking r-relax!” Mondo moaned. He said for you to relax but his hand didn’t stop for a single second on your clit. He was pushing you into overstimulation territory that made your head go empty.
Byakuya’s hips stuttered and he bit his lip hard. The feeling of you cumming on his dick and clamping down around him was so good he wanted to cum right then and there
You panted heavily as you began bouncing your hips slowly. A part of you began craving more of them and so to get that you thrusted back against them.
“Oh f-fuck.” Byakuya’s voice cracked as he cursed. Something about hearing him actually curse made your stomach drop and your hands tingle.
“Mondo,” you looked back at him your eyes wide and your pupils extremely dilated. “Haah, fuck me m-more!” You moaned out while continuously moving your hips.
“Whatever you want, pretty.” Mondo grabbed your hips to hold you still, gaining a whine from you, but that didn’t matter because he shoved the rest of his dick in you in one quick thrust.
You arched your back and basically a scream left your mouth as the tip of his cock nuzzled deep inside you.
“H-hurts so good!” A squeal followed your scream, god your throat would be sore later.
Byakuya moved Mondo’s hands off your hips and replaced them with his own.
“Choke her with your bicep. She kept staring, might as give her what she wants.” He tried to continue to sound nonchalant, but he was panting and flushed a deep red. His voice could only stay but so steady when he pushed deep against your walls.
You were too fucked out, your head too far gone to even register this conversation.
Mondo grunted and wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you back until you were against his chest. Your pants grew heavier and your tongue lolled out of your mouth.
Mondo and Byakuya made eye contact with each other and then both started thrusting into you extremely fast, one filling you at all times, and both of them pounding into your g-spot.
You came for the third time that day, this time coating them both in your cum. You didn't even know you were cumming until it happened, white pushing at the edges of your vision. Your head lolled forwards and you moaned as loud as your voice would allow with Mondo's big beefy arm around your neck.
“I-I’m gonna cum.” Byakuya moaned and he lost rhythm, his hips moving quickly and haphazardly.
“M-me too.” Mondo moaned right in your ear, that sent sparks through your body.
Byakuya was the first to cum, he pushed as deep as he could inside you and painted your walls white. Mondo took a bit longer but he wasn’t too far behind him, also cumming inside you.
Your eyes fluttered shut and your body went limp. You were so fucking tired, it felt like you could pass out on spot.
Mondo released you from the chokehold and you flopped over onto Byakuya while panting even heavier than earlier.
The two slowly pulled out and Mondo watched as you leaked a mix a cum that covered you and Byakuya.
“Ugh, we’ll clean up after she’s sleep.” Byakuya huffed and rubbed your back.
“We did a number on her…” Mondo looked at the marks covering your body and his hands ghosted over them as he massaged parts of your body.
“Yeah and she loved every second of it.” Byakuya shrugged.
“Sure did.” You muttered with a weak tired smile on your face.
“So, about picking one of us?” Mondo leaned over to the side to see your face better.
“Uhhh we’ll worry about that after I wake up.” You stuck your tongue out a little at him and relaxed against Byakuya’s body as him and Mondo’s hands lulled you to sleep.
❤︎ SYNOPSIS: eijirō feels like he’s going insane. he wants to fuck his best friends girlfriend, but, like, also his best friend? is he the asshole?
❤︎ CONTENT: f!reader, alternate universe - modern!au, slight perv!kiri, domestic fluff, eiji feeding kat grapes on the beach (no i wont elaborate), semi-unsanctioned voyeurism, blowjobs, penetrative sex, riding…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.
❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i need perv!kiri like i need air. eijirō cry count: 7
❤︎ NOW PLAYING: this is why, paramore.
read on ao3 | 5k words | masterlist.
r/AmItheAsshole
u/redredriot
AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?
okokok. hear me out.
i [26M] have a best friend and roommate [also 26M]. i’ve known the guy since high school and we’re pretty close (obviously, best friends) but hes like, my best-best friend, yk? the bestest. i love the guy (platonically) and idk what id do without him, so i really dont want to fuck that up.
now. my best friend has a girlfriend. shes super sweet and nice and makes him so happy. like soooo happy. like i didnt realize my bro could be so happy. but thats besides the problem. the problem is that she moved in. and shes a good roommate, im not complaining about any of that, but also like…shes hot…?
which is fine. its sooo fine and cool and i would never do anything that got in the way of my bros relationship. i love him!! (platonically) but the problem is that she lives here. she eats in our kitchen and takes naps on the couch and walks around with no bra and tiny shorts and i’m LOSING MY MIND
i feel bad. i definitely FEEL like an asshole bc its like im j some misogynistic asshole that cant stop viewing women as sex symbols, but i swear its not my fault. i literally found one of her panties in my laundry load im going to cry.
but yeah. AITA??? i feel like the asshole depending on the day. is there a help line for this???
suckmyclituchiha
dude, no. NTA as long as you keep it in your pants.
notthatkentakakura
Mmm a little? I feel like you shouldn’t have a crush on your best friends girlfriend…
gogogokudolls
NTA. I fear we’ve all been there, my guy
6ixeyes
How gay are you for your bro????
Eijirō’s moving out. That’s the only logical course of events.
“Katsuki—! Oh my God—”
Eijirō groans, sinking a head into his hands. He threads fingers through his bright red hair and tugs. He’s going insane—he’s going to be in a straight jacket in two years if he doesn’t leave right now, this isn’t even fair, this is—
“Oh fuck, right there, right there, right there—”
What is the fucking point of walls. What is the fucking point, when it sounds like you’re right here.
Maybe, you guys don’t realize he’s home. Which is fair—by the time he got back, you two were already hidden away in Katsuki’s room. He should send a text, or knock on the door to be like hey, shut up please, or at least, put headphones in. But, no—instead, he chooses to torture himself, listening to you whine on his best friend’s cock.
“Yeah, Baby? You like that?”
The headboard slams hard enough to rattle the wall, and Eijirō debates on crying. He wants to see. He wants to see so bad that it hurts.
He suffers that night, just like he does all the others. Reddit doesn’t help, and neither does the throbbing between his thighs.
Eijirō likes to make breakfast. It’s the only meal he can make, really, other than chicken and rice. And broccoli—he can make broccoli. But, since you moved in, he likes making breakfast for a different reason.
“G’mornin’, Eiji.”
You come in yawning, bleary eyed and bra-less, just the way he likes. He doesn’t let his eyes drift the expanse of your thighs for too long—just enough to remember until tomorrow morning. Until he sees you in those shorts, again.
“Hey! How’d you sleep?”
Because, he slept horribly. He fell asleep halfway through the sex marathon, and doesn’t know if he had a wet dream, or heard you past the fuzz of slumber. Either way, he fell asleep at two and woke up at six, wholly unrested.
“Mm…good…” You stumble over to the fancy coffee machine he bought for Katsuki’s birthday last year. You maneuver around the kitchen with half a mind, and Eijirō tries to avoid burning breakfast. God forbid Katsuki wakes up to the smoke alarm in a panic, worried the world is on fire. You open the fridge to get water, nearly hitting yourself upside the head with the door, and Eijirō snorts, catching your forehead from his spot by the island.
You sniff, blearily blinking up with a nod as a thank you. “What’cha making?”
“Pancakes,” he grins, gesturing to the freshly poured griddle. “Try not to concuss yourself before then?”
“No promises,” you mumble past a sleepy smile, and its cute enough to make his heart hurt. He returns it, hoping it comes across less endearing than he feels. You shuffle closer to watch pancake batter bubble under the heat. “Ugh, pancakes are gonna hit. Thank you.”
You let out a moan, one that sounds a little too similar to what he heard through the walls last night. He focuses on flipping the pancakes with an unsteady hand, refusing to feel the edges of your molecules when you get too close.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he preaches with a laugh, and you nod vehemently in agreement. The coffee machine starts to whirr.
“Yeah, ‘n if not for you, I’d be having straight coffee for breakfast.”
“That’s…horrible,” he realizes aloud, and you snort in response, collapsing your face into his arm. His arm, which is, now, nearly pinned between your breasts—and Eijirō wants to cry for the twentieth time this week. “You should definitely not do that.”
“But, I don’t even like breakfast,” you whine, jutting out a bottom lip. Eijirō takes a very deep breath, before flipping the last pancake. He fucks it up, and the battered side folds in half.
Then, he remembers what you just said, and frowns. “You eat it, though—I’ve seen you.”
“I eat your breakfast,” you argue sleepily, and the coffee machine beeps for attention. You leave to grab the full cup, leaving his right side much colder than you found it. “You cook good breakfast.”
Eijirō isn’t fully sure what you mean by that, but beams nonetheless. “Thank y—”
Katsuki stretches in the kitchen doorway. Languid like a cat, with arms above his head, and groaning loud enough to startle. He’s shirtless, and Eijirō does not see the purpling hickey on his neck. Does not.
Katsuki waltzes over to you and drapes himself across your shoulders, eyes swollen and voice rugged from sleep. He steals a kiss from your cheek before asking, “Coffee.”
You hum, lifting the mug closer to his collapsed self. “Want some?”
Katsuki scrunches a nose and shakes his head, only for his face to end up in your neck. “Not from you.”
That earns him a gasp and a flick in the forehead, both of which Katsuki takes in stride. He snickers into your skin, biting behind your ear until you yelp, with a hand tight around your hip to ensure you don’t squirm to far.
And, it’s sickening.
It’s sickening, because these are the moments when Eijirō doesn’t quite know who he wishes to be—you, or his best friend. Katsuki mutes a smile in your skin, and Eijirō wants to feel it, but he also wants his hand on your hip, and he wants, he wants—
“Oi, Shitty Hair—the pancakes are on fire.”
Eijirō looks down at charred circles he once called pancakes. He wants to cry.
With a snort, Katsuki moves past you to grab a plate. Then, he’s nudging Eijirō in the shoulder, and the redhead starts plating the useless ones with a pout.
“I can’t believe I messed up the first batch,” he whines, because now they’ll have half the amount they normally would for leftovers. And, he was sort of hoping to not cook breakfast tomorrow. (Though, he’s not as sad about it as he’d like to be—which makes him even more annoyed with himself, in turn.)
Katsuki just rolls his eyes, setting the burnt plate aside, probably to let it cool before throwing it away. “What the fuck was so fascinating outside?”
Eijirō’s eyes flicker to the window he was allegedly looking out of—he doesn’t really remember, to be honest—and irritation floods his being tenfold as he huffs, “Dude, literally nothing. Literally zoned out.”
Which is a half-lie—he did zone out—and luckily, Katsuki’s back is turned to grab the bowl of batter, so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. Eijirō can lie, as long as he isn’t looking Katsuki in the eyes.
But, Katsuki turns around with a knowing smirk, like he does know it’s a lie. That makes Eijirō doubt his lying capabilities.
“Uh-huh,” he hums, and starts pouring pancakes in perfect circles while barely looking. Which, Eijirō thinks is wholly unfair—he has to really lock in, and even then, they come out vaguely dinosaur shaped. Don’t ask him why. He doesn’t know.
“Ooh! I want a heart pancake!”
Katsuki eyes finally leave Eijirō—thank God, he can breathe now—to narrow at you. “…Baby. I just poured the last one.”
But, Katsuki knows you’re not going to let up, as does Eijirō. You have that look in your eyes when you want something, and want it now.
Before you can even open your mouth, Katsuki’s warning, “Wait for the next batch.”
You whine and melt, propping your chin onto the island counter with the biggest pout known to man. The most effective pout, because Eijirō would fold for it time and time again, if he had the chance.
“But, I want it now,” you whimper, and while Katsuki sighs out of his nose, Eijirō has an idea.
He walks over to a small cupboard, the one with the straws and syrup cups, and dips a hand between both for a container of toothpicks. Thanks to Katsuki, they always have some on deck—because, every time they go out to eat, Katsuki is convinced he has something in his teeth, and simultaneously convinced that everyone is lying to him, including his phone camera. So, Eijirō sacrifices one of Katsuki’s holy toothpicks to bend a bubbling pancake into a heart. It only kind of works.
“Fuckin—no, Shitty Hair, y’gotta start from the middle an’ go down—”
“No! Start with the edges first! If he takes too long, my heart is gonna have a round bottom!”
“…Y’know who else has a round bottom—”
“Finish that statement and you’re fired, Katsuki. This is serious business.”
Eijirō Kirishima cannot function under this conditions.
“Guys,” he chokes, looking down at what is now a squiggly mess of pancake. It looks nothing like a heart, but definitely an accurate depiction of how Eijirō’s heart feels—squishy and out of shape and useless. Like an amoeba. Or a blobfish.
Yeah. His heart feels like a blobfish.
“I give up.”
He releases the cake-covered toothpick, and it sticks to the counter in a quietly depressing splat. Katsuki huffs, shoving him out of the way to snatch the toothpick and try himself. And, try he does.
But, the issue is that the pancakes are cooking quick—the others have already been flipped and now, they’re almost ready. Meanwhile, the flailing heart shaped pancake is burnt around the edges and gooey in the middle, but they’re still committed.
Eventually, the three of you look at the burnt ball of dough with a sigh.
“We tried. On that front, we get an A, right?”
“If you look at it from the side and squint your eyes…it, like…kind of looks like an actual heart, so I say yeah.”
“…It looks like shit.”
You all prepare to eat the successful pancakes in a dejected silence. You end up cutting a heart out of your pancake instead. Eijirō eats the corners.
6ixeyes
How gay are you for your bro????
redredriot
um. probably gayer than i should b.
6ixeyes
Wait, srsly
Beach is bad. Beach is horrible—Eijirō will never beach again.
‘Guys, I wanna go to the beach,’ you said. ‘It’s so hot today, it’ll be fun,’ you said. ‘Eijirō’s going to be so miserable, and have to fight a hard-on the entire time,’ you didn’t say. He should’ve seen it coming.
Because, if he can barely handle you in pajamas, how the hell is he supposed to be chill while you practically prance around the sand in a bra and panties. He’s going to cry.
And, Katsuki—Katsuki isn’t helping one bit.
“God, fuckin’ look at her,” he groans, adjusting the sunglasses on his nose. You’re in the water alone, because Katsuki refuses to (’I’m not gettin’ fuckin’ wet just to have fuck-ass sand stick to me—no.’) and honestly, Eijirō would join you if he wasn’t suffering. “Ain’t she a pretty li’l thing.”
And like, what is Eijirō supposed to say to that? What is the socially correct thing to say when your bro is frothing over his girl. Do you agree, and possibly look like you want to fuck her, or do you not agree, and by proxy, call his girlfriend ugly?
Eijirō decides not responding is the safest option. He focuses on the self-help book in his lap, but he’s can’t read right now. The words rearrange into something accusatory, and it’s undeniable:
YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE.
Fuck.
“Don’t know how I bagged that,” Katsuki mutters to himself, before reclining underneath the umbrella. Because he burns too easy, and the sun makes him sleepy, and—why does Eijirō know this? He doesn’t need to know this.
“Awh, c’mon dude,” he shoves Katsuki in the shoulder from his seated spot in the sun. His words come out stilted and awkward, because how do you let your bro know he’s a catch without letting him know you’d probably be down to suck his dick. “You’re, like…hot. You guys are the same level of hotness.”
Katsuki snorts, and rolls his head until it’s facing Eijirō. He cracks an eye open. “D’you think I’m hot?”
Eijirō chokes on air. What kind of question is that.
“I mean,” he blows a raspberry and shrugs, and suddenly, can’t look at his roommate. He watches the horizon until you shift into frame, and then, he switches to the sky. “Yeah, of course, Dude. You’re, like, an objectively hot guy.”
“Objectively,” Katsuki repeats, and Eijirō’s eyes dart to the side just in time to see that quiet smirk from earlier return, from breakfast when Eijirō lied before, and he’s starting to worry Katsuki might be onto him. Which is not good. Not good at all.
“Yep, mhm.” His eyes squint into the sun, in hopes it’ll burn his retinas and give him some form of brain-fried amnesia. That would be great. When it doesn’t work, Eijirō finds himself rummaging through the snack bag instead, hoping that stuffing his mouth shut might keep him from saying anything stupid.
“Oi,” Katsuki perks up. “I want fuckin’ grapes.”
Eijirō laughs, nearly collapsing his face into the snack bag when the arm he rests weight on starts to wobble. “Lucky for you, we brought ‘fuckin’ grapes.’”
“I know, that’s why I said it, Dumbass,” Katsuki faux-bristles. “Feed ‘em to me.”
Eijirō swallows.
“Uh, no Dude, feed them to yourself,” he snorts (and very proud of how he played it off, thank you) and grabs a protein bar out of the bag, along with a Ziploc bag of grapes with a melting ice pack in it. He drops them at Katsuki’s side, but Katsuki knocks them over like a petulant cat.
“My hands are sandy,” he says like it’s obvious, and lifts them up. Respectfully, they are not sandy—but ‘sandy’ to Katsuki means that his hands can feel the ‘sand dust,’ or whatever he said, and Katsuki is stubborn. Eijirō knows he won’t have his grapes untainted.
“Then get Y/N to do it,” he grunts, teeth preoccupied with tearing the label away from his protein bar. “She’ll be out soon, I think.”
“No,” Katsuki groans, loud and useless, and grabs the bag of grapes at his side to chuck them at Eijirō’s head. And, chuck them he does—it gets Eijirō in the side of his face, and the flaxen blond snorts at the sound. “Her hands‘re gonna be all sandy and salty. You do it.”
Eijirō scratches his scalp and sighs.
Eijirō Kirishima, at twenty-six years old, is being forced to feed his Bro grapes on the beach like Katsuki is Cleopatra, while you frolic in the water, half-naked and mouth-watering. What series of events led him here, exactly?
“Then just, like…eat it out the bag, or something.”
Katsuki’s eyes narrow beneath his aviators. “If you don’t, I’m telling Y/N that you think she’s hot.”
Eijirō stiffens.
“Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine—fine,” Eijirō huffs, and feels his face go hot as he scoots closer. Katsuki gives him a self-satisfied smirk, like he enjoys watching his best friend fumble like an oaf. Over him—over you.
This is so not fair.
Katsuki crosses arms behind his head while Eijirō pops the Ziploc open. Eijirō’s not exactly sure how to go about this, but once he picks a firm grape with no strange squishy spots (Katsuki will have a fit), Katsuki’s lips part, and Eijirō just…drops the grape right in there. Katsuki’s jaw pops as he chews with a nod, like the redhead did good in finding a grape he deems decent enough. It makes him feel all warm and gooey, like a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, and because Eijirō can blame that feeling on the sun, he lets himself bask in it a bit.
It gets quiet, save for the crashing of waves, music from teenagers seated not too far from them, and the occasional pop of a grape. It’s kind of nice—he finds a rhythm, and space in between Katsuki’s chomps and grabbing grapes to nibble on his protein bar, which is gone quick. He must be hungrier than he thought…We should get actual food soon.
Eijirō zones out, thinking about possible food options and how, honestly, he could go for any of them. Then, he feels something round in his hands, and turns to Katsuki, who’s staring at him with a scrutiny that makes Eijirō think he’s got something on his face. He purses his lips, trying to figure out what Katsuki wants for based off expressions—and finds nothing. He finds nothing that he wants to see, and everything he doesn’t—from the sweat forming in Katsuki’s cupids bow, to freckle in his hairline that darkens with the sun, to the curve of his brows and color in his cheeks.
“…What?”
Katsuki blinks himself out of whatever that was, and the lax expression on his face turns into a scowl as he points.
“Grape.”
redredriot
why does that even matter tho
6ixeyes
Ngl, bc I’m going thru somn similar and tryna figure it out LMAO
redredriot
oh damn my condolences bro
For the third time today, Eijirō would like to know how the fuck he got into this predicament.
You come out the water like a…a fucking beach goddess, water clinging to your form like a sheer dress with sand as an jewelry. The sun seems to agree, as it douses you in something ethereal, something just for you.
Eijirō wants to tear his hair out. He’s already suffering because of one set of sweaty tits, he doesn’t need another—
“What are you guys doing?” You snort after getting enough to see Eijirō hover another grape over your boyfriend’s mouth. The redhead pouts.
“I’m being forced into servitude!”
“I see that,” you laugh, and instead of sitting next to Katsuki, you sit next to Eijirō. He tells himself it’s because you need to dry off, and he’s sat in the sun—not that Katsuki minds, seemingly content on consuming grapes from Eijirō’s hand for the foreseeable future. You squish your wet side into Eijirō’s to get a look in the snack bag, and he shivers for all the wrong reasons.
“Ah! You’re cold!”
Plays it off well, though.
“Sorry,” you giggle, but don’t move until you pull out a fruit roll-up, snatching a grape on the way back. “Damn Kat, you ate all the grapes—fat ass bitch.”
Eijirō didn’t even notice, and looks into his lap—where you just had your hand, mind you—to a severely empty bag, now mainly left with undesirables.
“Oh, right, it’s fat ass bitch now, but later it’s ‘oh my god, Kat, your muscles—oh my god, Kat, you’re so big—oh my god—”
Eijirō is going to die.
Katsuki mocks your voice with an unsteady and nasally falsetto, causing you to reach behind Eijirō, balancing a hand on his shoulder while you try to wack your boyfriend in the head. You miss due to range, and because Katsuki sways his head right with a cackle.
“That is not how I sound,” you hiss, resigning yourself to the other side of Eijirō, even though you could easily walk over to give Katsuki a piece of your mind. He shrugs, eyes flitting to Eijirō, and, uh oh, why is he—
“Oh, that’s totally how you sound,” but he’s looking at Eijirō, like he could confirm, and he doesn’t think the blond talking about how you sound outside the bedroom. Fuck. “Right?”
He’s not asking you—he’s asking Eijirō.
And Eijirō, poor Eijirō, quickly looks out to sea like it’ll put a partition between him and this conversation. Maybe, he should try to burn his retinas again. Maybe, he didn’t try hard enough.
He plays dumb.
“Don’t include me in your couple’s quarrel, Dude!” He says, but its more to the sky. “I’m not even here. I’m a ghost. I’m invisible.”
“Well. In that case,” Katsuki grunts. You squeal as your arm gets yanked in Eijirō’s peripheral, falling behind him and into the sand with a thump. “C’mere.”
“Kat—mmph!”
Who knew kissing could be so loud?
If Eijirō lets out a tear, it’s because his fucking dick hurts.
AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?
u/redredriot
edit: kay my bro is kinda hot but that just makes things SO MUCH WORSE WHAT DO I DO???????
bigdaddytamaki
petition to be a third!
sasakilovesmiyano
Plot-MF-Twist, I’m so invested.
kusuo_saiki
Get a therapist.
redredriot
THATS WHAT YALL ARE FOR
komicommunicatesverywell
Or get a girlfriend!
That night, Eijirō commits a sin.
It’s not his fault—he’s pent up, because you guys are pent up. He had to drive that fucking car, dammit, and had to ignore the fact that he enjoyed watching you and Katsuki makeout in the rearview mirror more than he should.
And, it’s not his fault again, because you and Katsuki decide to fuck in the living room—the living room that his door faces. It’s like you’re trying to kill him, at this point.
So. Maybe, he leaves his door cracked. It’s not like it matters—moonlight spills through the window above his bed, and barely illuminates te edges. While you engage in foreplay, Eijirō gets ready for bed (skips brushing his teeth, because he’s impatient, and so, so horny) and by the time he’s sliding under the covers, you’re sat comfortably between Katsuki’s legs with a full mouth.
“Fuck yeah, Baby—just like that.”
Tucked under his duvet, Eijirō shucks his boxers down to his hips and grabs himself. His eyes flutter at the feeling, underwear and cock soaked enough that anyone lacking context would assume he already came. Meaning, the slide is easy, and he peeks through the doorway and into the lovingly lit living room.
Eijirō shouldn’t be doing this. He also shouldn’t be obsessed with the way his best friend’s cock fits in your mouth. Not all the way, but enough to make you tear and choke and gag. All Eijirō can really see is the back of your head and Katsuki’s blissed out face, both of which he thinks is wildly unfair.
Katsuki shivers, and it’s a full body affair. Eijirō’s hand wraps tight around the base of his dick because, jeez. Give a guy a warning before you do something really hot next time?
Katsuki lets out something akin to a whimper, which was not a sound he thought his bro could make. But now, he wants to hear it again and again, and possibly occasionally be the reason, every once in a while.
You’re not any better—you’re humming around his cock like you’re the one getting a blowjob, and it’s messy, Eijirō can fucking hear it, and it’s driving him insane. Katsuki grabs ahold of your hair and tugs, causing you to mewl, fall further down his cock, then choke. Katsuki groans and Eijirō stifles his own, praying to every God out there that he remains sane after tonight.
It’s a losing battle.
“Yeah? Y’like imagining that this is his cock, huh?” Katsuki takes control, moving your head at his will, and Eijirō’s arm flexes to match the pace. You whine, and Katsuki chuckles. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.”
You huff, irritated, and pinching Katsuki in his inner thigh, which earns you a jolt and a groan. Wow, Eijirō’s learning so many new things today. Like how you get cock drunk easy, and that Katsuki’s a pain slut. And Eijirō, who will never have any use for this information, stores it anyways.
Katsuki tips his head back and moans at something, and for a moment, Eijirō worries he’s been seen. Only for a moment—the ice in his blood is gone as quick as it came as Katsuki’s eyes flit back to you, and melts straight into his dick. No, despite what his dick says, he does not want to be caught—because that would be very, very bad.
As time goes on, he seems to care less about getting caught, too preoccupied with getting his fix. Which, makes him sound like an addict, but it’s not his fault, you guys are fucking right outside his door.
Eijirō nearly cums when Katsuki pulls you off his dick. Debates on it, for a good while.
Your mouth is swollen, with teary eyes to match the gloss of spit and pre-cum on your lips. Eijirō knows, because Katsuki pulls you up and sits you right on his dick, with your back pressed flush to his chest. And, like, Eijirō’s imagined this moment—the moment where he finally sees you naked—but figured it’d be some panicked walk in, a time when he wouldn’t be able to take in all of you and regret it, and most definitely not this.
Your bathing suit is still on, but barely. It’s misshapen and askew and doesn’t cover what it’s supposed to, covers the exact opposite of what it’s supposed to, actually. Eijirō bites back a groan.
“F-Fuck, Kat—’s too big,” you huff, wiping at the corners of your lips like you might be drooling. Are you drooling? Or is it leftover from the fucking amazing head he just watched you give his best friend?
Katsuki coos, clutching you tight to his body like you might scramble. His other hand holds your thigh open, enough that Eijirō can see your entrance stretch around Katsuki’s cock, and he wants to scream.
“You can take it,” he insists, low and heavy, but still loud enough for Eijirō to hear. You whimper and collapse into his chest, and the hand that holds you upright drifts, tweaking and pinching where it deems fit. “Y’wanna put on a show, don’t you?”
That’s the first time Eijirō catches it. A show for who?
You nod, but push at the couch cushions like you regret letting Katsuki in to begin with. Is this how you look every night? If so, Eijirō’s going to need you two to start fucking on the couch more often, ASAP.
“K-Kat, I can’t—”
Katsuki’s free hand finds your clit then, and whatever you were going to say is left to the wind, molded into something choked and garbled and completely unintelligible.
“What’s got you all worked up?” He snorts, like he’s any better, like he isn’t flushed to his chest and fluttering his eyes every time you shift just right. Eijirō squeezes the base of his dick.
You clumsily shove your boyfriend in the side of the head, who’s thrusts never falter. “Fuck you, you know why—Oh my god, Kat, slow the fuck down—”
“No,” he huffs with petulance, before, if anything, speeding up. “You’re greedy—you can take it.”
“It’s—” your leg kicks, seemingly involuntary, and Katsuki laughs at it. “That’s different.”
God, you whine is the same during sex and in the kitchen. How the fuck is he supposed to hear that the same again.
“How,” Katsuki chuckles, and pinches your clit. You squirm and tuck your head in his neck. “How the fuck are you supposed to take both of us when you can barely take me, huh? It’d be worse with Eijirō’s fat ass on top of you—shit—”
Now.
Eijirō has three thoughts, all of which he thinks at the exact same time:
hey! he’s not fat! he’s well-muscled with the right amount of squish!
damn kat…you think his ass is fat, though?
wait. why are we saying his name, why are we saying his name, why are saying his name—
The third thought is the loudest and lasts much longer than the rest, lasts perpetually, actually, and Eijirō almost cums at hearing Katsuki say his name. His actual name—not Shitty Hair, not Fuck-Face or Dumbass, but Eijirō—and while having sex, no less! With his girlfriend! What the fuck is this?!
You moan even louder, like you like that idea, like that’s something you could be into, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that. Katsuki doesn’t seem to care, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that, either. All he knows is that he’s cumming regardless, despite his best efforts, biting tight into the fat of his hand with a strained groan that he really, really hopes no one heard.
He’s so confused.
He still watches, though—watches you cum on Katsuki’s cock twice before he’s stuffing you full with a groan of his own, eyes trained on the gap between Eijirō’s door. Like he knows Eijirō is still watching, even if you two have been fucking for over an hour.
Eijirō waits until you both peel away from the couch and pad into the bathroom before moving a muscle. He finally gets up to close the door, and scrapes at the dried cum on his stomach with an old t-shirt until his skin turns red, and frowns as he watches it flake. What the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—
He needs to update Reddit. He needs to know what to do.
AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?
People are saying your boyfriend is clingy! Are they right? Probably. Do you care? Not at all!
Gundham Tanaka x fem!reader
Pre-despair
Word Count: 915
"Don't you think Gundham is a little clingy?" Mahiru put her hands on her hips and stood in front of you. You looked up from your notebook and cocked your head to the side.
"Uh, no I never thought that. Why do you ask?" You raised your eyebrow.
"Because he is! You barely hang out with just the girls anymore. He's always there!" Mahiru sighed and crossed her arms, a slight pout playing on her lips. "He's with you so much you've basically become a part of his friend group and he's starting to become part of ours!"
"I think that's just normal for a growing relationship? We just like being together." You shrugged and closed your notebook, your notes could wait another day.
Mahiru was about to speak again but the classroom door slid open, the topic of conversation himself walked in and went straight to you like a heat seeking missile.
The heavy stomp of his boots echoed throughout the room as he grabbed a chair from his own desk and moved it right next to where you were sitting. He sat down and grabbed your hand intertwining your fingers. He flushed a light red, already extremely embarrassed but he deeply craved your touch. Next, his free arm slowly wrapped around your waist, his face going an even deeper shade of red.
"Ewww PDA! Get off of her you freak!" Hiyoko yelled from her seat a bit behind Mahiru.
Gundham simply ignored them and rested his head on your shoulder. Your free hand moved up and poked at his red cheeks.
"See this is most certainly clingy man behavior!" Mahiru pointed at Gundham and a deep heavy sigh from the pit of her stomach came out. She crossed her arms and looked down.
You shrugged and sighed. "So whatttttt? I like it. You don't know how hard I worked to get here." You leaned into Gundham's touch and let yourself relax against him.
Your eyes lit up and you sighed dramatically before anyone else could say anything. "It's so much better than when we first started dating, you know. He barely let me touch him cause his skin is poisonous!"
Both Mahiru and Hiyoko looked at eachother with a deadpan expression.
"Ugh no it's not. Don't play into his stupid little fantasies or else people will think you're a freak like him!" Hiyoko huffed, losing one of her closest friends to a freak was truly devastating to her.
You tried to stifle your laughs but they still slipped out. "But it is poisonous! It'll disintegrate you! But not me." You smiled brightly.
"As a high level enchantress myself I'm protected from it's potent effects!" Mahiru sighed and Hiyoko threw her head back as she groaned. They had both heard this part many times before, but you were about to bring a new idea to their attention. "And wouldn't you wanna cling to the only person you can touch?" Your voice softened and you smiled.
"This just sounds like his excuse to cling to you." Mahiru shook her head disapprovingly.
You shrugged. "Even if it is, I don't care. As long as he's clinging to me." You looked down at your intertwined fingers, your face grew warm.
"Well as long as you like it. Butttt, you can't him stop you from hanging out with us!" Mahiru poked your cheek, drawing your attention up to her. She pulled out her camera and snapped a picture of the two of you. Somehow the four dark devas of destruction ran out just in time to be a part of the picture.
She smiled and turned the camera towards you, letting you see the oh so cute picture she snapped. "I guess you two are kinda cute."
"Ooooo! You have to print that out for me! Please!" Your smile grew bright and stretched from ear to ear.
"Of course! I'll bring it to you tomorrow!" Mahiru turned her camera to Hiyoko also letting her get a look.
"I guess... I mean I don't think he fits her!" She crossed her arms, but that was all she had to say, deep down she didn't want to ruin her friends happy moment.
"Are you going to add it to the photo album, my enchantress?" Gundham's voice was soft and comforting in your ear. He was smiling as he rested back against your shoulder and the hamsters crawled between the two of you.
"Mhm!" You nodded excitedly. "The album's almost full so were either gonna have to take less pictures or buy a new album. We take soooo many pictures."
"I will purchase you a new photo album from the ninth layer of hell that will withstand even the end of the world!" The two of you laughed together. You knew that you would never stop taking pictures and would come to have many albums full of happy moments.
Well that's what you both believed. That's what everyone believed. That the happy moments would never end and you'd continue living your school life to the fullest. Nobody knew that you were all wrong, or that those beloved albums would be burned by the two of you. The memories in them were now little more than fragments of the imagination.
Fragments that tried to remind you of the hope in your life. Tried and failed. For there was no hope here. Only the addictive rush of despair, a feeling that filled your veins and fueled your allegiance to the ultimate despair herself.
Hajime frequently spends his free time with you, and today you just so happened to let it spill that you have a one sided crush. You love Kazuichi but he loves another.
Kazuichi Soda x Fem!reader
No AU
Word count: 1491
"I wish he could want me like that..." You gazed out the diner window.
Hajime's brow raised and his eyes widened. "W-what?" He was taken aback by the sudden switch in conversation, from talking about your talent to, well, this.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Just, it's nothing." You turned to face Hajime with a small smile.
"... It's definitely something." He muttered to himself and followed your gaze out the window. There was Kazuichi, Gundham, and Sonia and only two of them were men so he had a 50/50 chance.
"Are you talking about Gundham?" Hajime turned back to you.
"Maybe I'd have a chance if it were." You leaned and rested your chin on your hands. This isn't exactly what you wanted to spend your free time talking about, but you were already here.
"It's Kazuichi. I've liked him for a while now." You sighed and looked at Hajime. His expression contorted, mostly into one of confusion but you could tell he also wanted to support you. He honestly never thought he'd hear the day a girl said she was in love with Kazuichi.
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you see in him?" Hajime raised his eyebrow.
"He's cute, funny, and the sweetest man I've ever met. Some things he does are a little weird but if he found someone who matches him I think there would be no issue." You smiled softly just thinking about him. "I also love talking to him and spending time with him is the best." Your eyes drifted back out the window and your smile dropped at the edges as you watched Kazuichi flush red at something Sonia said.
"Why not confess then? Maybe he hasn't thought about you romantically. A confession would surely get him thinking." Hajime sipped his drink.
"Well of course he hasn't thought about me like that, he only has eyes for her. Plus if I told him it would only make things awkward." You finally teared your eyes away from the window and looked down at your half eaten food.
The silence between you stretched and Hajime tried to think of ways to help you, but you were probably right.
"... Can I be honest with you Hajime?" Your voice cut through the silence and you slowly looked up at him.
"Of course." Hajime straightened up. You sounded more serious than you did just a few moments ago so he knew to lock in.
You took a long pause before finally speaking. "Seeing him devote all his time and affection to her honestly makes me resent her a little..." Hajime's eyes widened and he wanted to speak but he wasn't sure what to say. Admitting that so openly in the killing game was bold, but also made you an easy target for Monokuma who was always watching.
"I feel guilty every time I see her. She doesn't even reciprocate but still finds it in her heart to be nice and try not to hurt his feelings. She's one of the sweetest people I've ever met..." You finally looked up at Hajime to meet his gaze. You two didn't speak for a while as he searched for the right words in this moment.
"I think, it's normal for you to feel that way, and I don't know if you can really fix that." He reached over the table to offer a comforting pat on the shoulder.
"Just don't let that feeling consume you. You two are both still friends and I'm sure if she could she would definitely have Kazuichi turn his sights to you." Hajime smiled as you slowly nodded along to what he was saying.
"But if it ever feels like to much, maybe you should give up. Strong feelings like that could be really dangerous here... and I don't want to lose anyone else." A heavy air drifted over the two of you.
"... Do you think I'd kill her Hajime?" You sat up, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.
"N-no! I just wouldn't want Monokuma to take advantage of your feelings!" Hajime quickly tried to defend himself. He truly did just want everyone to be safe, even if that included ignoring a little of your own feelings.
"Ok... I'll keep that in mind..." You muttered and gazed out the window, this time not at Kazuichi but up at the clouds. You needed time to think, time to settle your thoughts.
.
.
.
"Do yall think y/n spends a bit too much time with Hajime?" Kazuichi watched you from the window outside, staring at you with your head down on the table inside the diner.
"Hmm, not really. I think they're just quite good friends! It's so nice to see." Sonia smiled and peered into the window, smiling and waving at you and Hajime.
"The relationships of mere mortals means nothing to a supreme overlord such as myself!" Gundham crossed his arms like he was too high and mighty to care, but his eyes still followed everyone else's into the window.
"Just say you don't know man." Kazuichi sighed. He finally looked away and crossed his arms. "I dunno man! I just see them together all the time, she barely even hangs out with me anymore..." Kazuichi muttered and kicked at the pavement.
Sonia giggled a little and covered her mouth with her hand. "Then ask her to hang out! You're friends just go talk to her!" Sonia pushed at his arm to try and convince him to do it.
Kazuichi gasped and rubbed his arm where Sonia touched him, his eyes sparkled. "Miss Sonia touched me!"
Her smiled quickly turned strained and she sighed. "Well I have a prior arrangement with Chiaki to attend to so I must be leaving." She gave a curt wave and walked off.
"O-oh, see ya then!" Kazuichi called out and waved back.
Gundham nodded and gave Sonia a small wave.
Now it was just the two of them standing there. One returned to staring in the diner and the other looking at his friend. The silence stretched for a few minutes.
"You've been, more calm around the Madonna of darkness which each cycle of days passed. You only referred to her by that wretched moniker only once today." Gundham flipped his scarf around his neck.
"Ah, yeah I guess I did... I just feel the need to less and less." He looked over at Gundham.
"Is that a bad thing? Does Sonia think I hate her?" His eyes widened, he looked like his worst nightmare was coming true.
"Not at all mortal. I'm sure the Dark Madonna is praying to the gods if anything." Gundham chuckled. "I'm sure she's rooting for you and that mortal woman. I would as well but my simple opinion would be so strong it would sway the gods of love into trying to force you two together!" He looked down and shook his head like his power was simply too much for him to bear.
"So you think me and y/n should be together, but I don't really have a crush on her. We're just friends." Kazuichi shrugged.
Gundham deadpanned. "Maybe you do need help from the goddesses of love..."
"When you grew closer to that mortal you began to seek out the dark princess less and less. You look over joyed when you spend time with her as well. Sounds like a crush to me." Gundham sighed. Kazuichi went silent and started to truly think about it.
"... Maybe I do, but isn't it a bad thing for my feelings to change to quickly?" He shifted his weight on his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets.
"Not at all mortal. Humans are creatures that feel the need to follow their heart. Just... do not treat her the same way you have treated the dark lady." Gundham's gaze was heavy and weighted down on Kazuichi. "If you do I will unleash evils from the first layer of hell onto you!"
"Stop threatening me with weird shit man! I didn't do anything!" Kazuichi whined and moved away from Gundham.
Gundham began to laugh maniacally and decided this was the perfect time to make his grand exist. The wind picked up just enough to blow his scarf behind him and he walked off, still laughing with a smirk.
“What the hell…” Kazuichi raised his eyebrow and sighed as he watched his friends back get smaller and smaller in the distance.
He looked back at the window again, this time the two of you making eye contact. He waved quickly with a bright eyes and a wide smile that reached his ears.
You waved back, a slow small wave with a weak smile that barely pulled at your cheeks.
“… She looks kinda sad…” Kazuichi muttered to himself. “Did Hajime upset her?!” He yelled to himself.
“Ugh I’ll definitely ask her about that later.” Kazuichi ran off to his cabin to collect his feelings.
Maybe its time for Kazuichi to move on. And maybe it's time for him to try that with the cute girl that's been staring at him the entire night.
Kazuichi Soda x Fem!reader
Modern Collage AU
No Talents
Word Count: 4019
It was late, so late that the only people left in the venue was Twilight Syndrome who were still packing up, and anyone who thought they would hit it big and actually be something in a few years. This included Sonia, Gundham's girlfriend, and Ibuki's girlfriend who definitely didn't want to be here. There was also a group of girls dressed in their sluttiest party outfits, and a small group of alt people who heavily fucked with their music.
Kazichi groaned as he stretched his back out before grabbing his guitar case.
"Feels like a lot more people than normal..." He muttered to himself. Not long ago it was just the four of them and now it feels like there was at least one new person hanging around anytime they managed to score a venue to play at.
It was mostly because the music was good, I mean they poured their heart and soul into everything they played, but if you ask the people who frequented the college parties they could often be seen at there's one specific thing that always kept people interested. They were all smoking hot. And everyone wanted a piece.
Leon smashed into Kazuichi's shoulder, making the shorter male groan and glare up at his friend. Leon wrapped his arm around Kazuichi's neck and pulled him close to make sure they were looking at the same thing. A group of girls towards the back, all in miniskirts and studded belts that were basically the same length as their skirts.
"That hottie over there had been staring at you all night!" Leon laughed a little and used his other hand to poke at Kazuichi's side.
He slapped at Leon's hand and looked over at the girl, at you. He looked you up and down but particularly what caught his eyes was the cigarette pressed between your lips and the low cut of your top. Fuck her tits are huge...
Kazuichi shook his slightly to knock himself back in track. That’s wrong. Actually that’s totally fucked.
His eyes flicked over to Leon, trying to look anywhere but at you. “So? You know I only have eyes for Sonia.”
Leon sighed. “Yeah yeah whatever man. It’s been years, I know you’ve thought about moving on.”
Yeah he had thought about it, of course he had, but that was really the extent of it. Why move on when Sonia still talked to him and was in his life? She was always there and always would be.
“You should try moving on with someone that at least wants to fuck you, and this is your chance! She’s been giving you bedroom eyes the whole night, bro.” Kazuichi's eyes shot back over to you. The second he made eye contact you batted your lashes and winked at him.
“Fuck…” Kazuichi muttered. He flushed a deep red. He shouldn’t be contemplating doing this, it was so wrong. You were probably tipsy or high if not both, you probably didn't even want him sober. Fuck none of this was going right... but nothing ever really did go right for him.
"I guess I can go talk to her... but it won't be any more than that! She probably wont want anything other than that once she sees me up close..." He was mostly talking to himself, but Leon was also there to hear. If she's here than shes probably a fan... Isn't that like a power imbalance. Oh my god I'm the worst person ever. Another thing that makes him look like the worst creep known to man kind.
"Hey man, stop selling yourself short! The ladies love you! You just gotta actually talk to them instead of staring at Sonia. What are you gonna do when she starts dating someone?" Leon looked over at Kazuichi and huffed. He was tired of Kazuichi being stuck on Sonia and tired of not hearing epic stories of his boring friends not getting laid. They all sucked.
Kazuichi winced at the mention of Sonia dating someone else. He sighed and put his guitar case down. He pushed off Leon and walked over to you. Kazuichi was going over to someone and it was a huge deal, catching the eye of everyone in the room. Some jealous, others supportive, and a few just plain confused but regardless everyone watched.
“Hey, Kazuichi right?” You didn’t say anything special and honestly you didn’t need to. The soft and low tone of your voice made electricity shoot up his veins and a shudder shoot down his spine. He flushed a light red and nodded a little. God the way she says my name is so fucking- WRONG WRONG WRONG. He huffed and shook his head a little harder this time hoping to clear all his hazy thoughts.
“Uh yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Can I talk to you outside?” He was basically whispering to you. He didn’t want Sonia to notice. Who was he kidding she probably saw him walk over. Of course she was watching and thinking he’s a total shitty sleaze bag. At least that’s what Kazuichi believed.
While yes Sonia was watching, she was rooting for him more than anything else. She hadn’t seen Kazuichi romantically talk to anyone other than herself for the past five years they’ve known each other. She was over joyed to see him finally talking to another girl, honestly she was silently praying this would work out for him.
“Outside? That’s a little unusual, but ok.” You shrugged and put your cigarette out, leaving it in the ashtray. You handed your purse to one of your friends then led the way outside. You stopped in front of the door but Kazuichi grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side of the building.
“Most people just fuck in the car or the bathroom. Is this some public kink you’ve been wanting to try out?” You followed behind him despite being led to a dark and sketchy side of the building.
He stopped and turned to face you. His face was burning a bright red as he let your arm go. “We’re not having sex!” He yelled.
“We’re not?” You pouted and looked down at your cute little outfit. “Then why’d you pull me out here? You could have just ignored me.”
“I uh, well maybe we aren’t… I, fuck!” Kazuichi pulled his beanie down over his eyes and leaned forward a little to hide his face that was growing even redder as time ticked on. How the hell do I fix this??? Just fucking end me
“We’re not having sex! And I’m not just gonna ignore you!” He peaked up at you only to be met with your cute little pout. “You’ve been staring at me all night. So I should talk to you… at least…” He sighed.
“Well that’s sweet of you.” You leaned back against the wall. “Honestly I thought you were kinda staring at me which made me realize how bad I wanted a piece of the cute band guy.” You started twirling your hair between your fingers, trying to do anything to make the moment less awkward.
Once you said that, Kazuichi’s head went blank. You seemed pretty sober, and you were hot as fuck. A sober hot girl thought he was cute? God this was the highlight of his year.
“You think I’m cute… like seriously and completely sober?” You couldn’t see it cause he was still looking at the ground but his eyes started to sparkle.
“Well duh! You’re so cute and I love your style. Plus you’re really funny I’ve seen all your posts!” You were showing that you were a bit of a fan, but in this moment Kazuichi couldn’t register that it was wrong.
He slowly looked up at you, his eyes shining with excitement and a hand covering his mouth. “You’ve seen my posts!?”
“… So you don’t just want me cause I’m in a band?” He was standing still, but the air around him vibrated with his excitement.
“No.” You giggled a little. “If I just wanted to get laid by a guy in a band I would have went after Leon. I think he would have totally done it.” You moved a little closer to Kazuichi and stopped playing with your hair. Your hands came down by your sides. A little too close to his for him to not notice.
“I guess that’s true.” Kazuichi muttered and looked down at your hand. It was so close he could grab it. So close that if he took a single step forward your perfectly manicured nails would be right against his thigh. He visibly gulped and pulled his eyes away from your hand, moving them up until he got stuck on something that originally got him here. Your chest.
“Like what you see?” You bat your lashes at him and took another step closer.
His breath hitched and he finally pulled his eyes up to yours. He bit the inside of his cheek and grabbed on tight to his baggy jeans when the two of you made eye contact. His nails curled into the denim and pressed into his thighs.
“I-is, uh, your offer from earlier. That still an option?” He spoke quickly, his breath coming out in short quick nervous huffs. His heart was beating out of his chest and felt sweat begin to prick at his skin.
“Hmmm? What offer?” You snickered when Kazuichi looked up at you with wobbly lips and wide eyes.
“Y-you know!” He whined and quickly looked down again. He wasn’t sure if you were just teasing or if you truly forgot but whichever it was tugged at his heart strings so hard he wanted to cry.
“I don’t know if you don’t telllll meeee.” You winked and he felt a wave of relief that you were just teasing him.
“You know…” He huffed. “You said you wanted to, f-fuck… c-can we?” His voice grew lower and lower as he continued to speak. He felt like he was gonna throw up and bust a nut all at once.
You started to laugh and that made Kazuichi instantly turn away and started slowly walking away. He felt like he had been tricked.
“Of course the offer is still on the table.” You hummed. That made him stop in his tracks, but he utterly refused to turn around.
“… Wanna head to my truck? I know you said you didn’t wanna do it outside.” His ears burned red. He shoved his hands in his pants to do something with them, but his nails just ended up digging into his thighs from how excited he was.
You moved closer until you were close enough to blow on his red hot ear. He yelped and a hand shot up to cover his ear. He could hear you snicker as he felt the point of your manicured nail run down his spine. “I’m kinda coming around to the idea of doing it outside. It’s super risky.”
“Wh-what if we get caught?” His voice trembled as he slowly looked back at you over his shoulder.
“Isn’t that what makes it hot though?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to purr directly into his ear. “Someone seeing you balls deep in a pretty girl. Seeing how good you make her feel.” You nipped at his earlobe.
“That does sound really h-hot.” He gasped out when he felt your teeth on him.
Kazuichi finally turned to face you. He felt you in his back but he hadn’t realized how close you are until now. Just mere inches away with immediate eye contact that made his head spin.
“Can I, kiss you?” He gulped. The crushing grip on his thighs moved to your hips but it was significantly lighter. Honestly his hands barely touched you. Forget grabbing your hips aggressively he could barely keep his hands steady as he trembled like a leaf.
“Please do.” Your voice was softer, closer, more intimate. Definitely too intimate for what he believed was supposed to be a quickie on the side of a building. But that was the least of his worries as he still leaned in to close the distance between the two of you.
But what Kazuichi failed to remember is that it’s been a really long time since he kissed anyone. Hence why he completely froze up the second your lips touched. You pushed on though, threading your fingers through those pink strands at the back of his head, and slowly moving your lips against his.
Kazuichi pulled back, his eyes wide with embarrassment. “Sorry! It’s just, been a while.” His eyes found the ground once again and he felt like a piece of shit.
“It’s fineeee. Just kiss me again.” You puckered your lips and leaned in.
Kazuichi nodded and laughed nervously. He was so nervous he started letting his nails actually curl into your sides. He pressed his lips against yours in a few small repeated kisses before going in for the big one. His sharp teeth tugged at your bottom lip until you whined from the feeling and let your mouth fall open. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and slowly explored, licking everywhere before his tongue got to tangle with your own.
Your nails curled into his scalp, giving a slight tug as you pulled him closer. A cute pathetic whimper slipped past his lips and you felt your brain physically stutter as heat pooled within your core. Oh he sounded so cute. Ohhhh, you needed to hear more of that.
Something about the little whine made your body feel like it was on fire, it filled you with the overwhelming urge to push him down and dominate him. A man had never made you feel like this before.
You acted on those urges, pushing back in the kiss and fighting him for dominance. Kazuichi's eyes snapped open in shock and he froze up again, he had no idea what to do in this situation. You took advantage of this and pushed him back against the wall.
"Wa-wait-!" Kazuichi whined into your mouth, but that was all he could do as you quickly shut him up by pushing your tongue into his mouth. You grabbed at his hair, pulling him exactly where you wanted him to keep him in place.
A string of high pitched whines left Kazuichi and his legs trembled. One hand went slack on your side while the other dug into your hip, leaving crescent shaped nail marks. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, and couldn't even fight back in the kiss. His brain was being rearranged from the outside by how good he was feeling from just a kiss.
This was all new. He had never felt anything like this ever. None of the handful of girls he had talked to ever really fought for dominance. He's never felt this haziness that made him tremble and crave you at his core.
You brought him somewhat back to his senses when he felt your hand trailing down his body. He tried to look down and watch your hand but you quickly yanked him back into place with your other hand and went back to absolutely devouring him.
You groped him as your hand made it's way down his body. Groping his pecks, down to his chest, and stopping when you finally reached his belt buckle. You savored all his delicious moans the entire way down.
Kazuichi had never known his chest to sensitive until this very moment. When your sharp nails curled into his pecks and flicked over his nipples he felt himself twitch in his pants. Holy shit he didn’t know that could feel so good. If he could think straight he’d be realizing a lot about himself and his sexual taste right about now.
You moved your hand from his hair, needing both hands to pull off his double crossed belts which still proved to be a difficult task to do without looking. It was literally so bad you had to (finally) pull away from the kiss to see what you were doing. While you didn’t want to pull away, this did give you a chance to finally see your work.
Kazuichi panted softly and slumped against the wall, both his hands fell from your hips and just dangled on the wall beside him. His eyes were half lidded and hazy, a mix of your saliva dripped from the side of his mouth, and your lip combo had smudged off on him. The nude and glossy tones were smudged all over his lips as he tried to regain the air in his lungs.
“I-I-“ He gasped for air and took a deep breath. “Miss, p-please. Please do that again.” His voice quavered and he weakly reached out to grab onto your shirt.
Your eyes widened, pupils most certainly dilated, and you smashed your lips back onto his. Teeth and tongue clashing as his grip tightened on your shirt and your hands made their way to the hem of his pants, yanking them down just enough for his red boxers to be visible. You pulled up your skirt and began grinding against him.
Kazuichi’s cock twitched when he felt your warmth pressed against him through the boxers. He couldn’t help but snap his hips up against yours, drawing a moan from you that fed his ego.
His horny muddled brain was trying to decide if he wanted to give up dominance or continue you to fight you for it like he ever had a choice. His fate was sealed and he didn’t know how much he truly preferred it like that.
“Hey Kazuichi! You finished talking to that girl yet?” Leon rounded the corner, all three of you stopping like a deer in headlights.
“Sh-shit man! I’m sorry!” Leon ran around the other corner of the building. Leaving you and Kazuichi to stare at each other and him to fully realize what just happened.
You chuckled awkwardly as you pulled your skirt down. “Maybe we should have went to your truck.” You hummed, trying to lighten up the mood.
“Uh, yeah, haha…” Kazuichi started fixing up his pants, recrossing his belts and most definitely trying to ignore that he was still totally hard, even after being caught.
Holy shit… why did I do that???? I’ve been telling myself that it’s fucking wrong all night! One compliment and I just threw away all my morals holy fucking shit. All his thoughts returned to have him at once. He suddenly remembered why he thought this was so wrong in the first place. His thoughts were absolutely killing him. What would Sonia think? Would she think he’s a whore? He should have picked a nicer spot. Why’d you want HIM so bad you could have anyone. This was probably some power imbalance. And most important of all, why was he so turned on by you dominating him? Was that something he was into?
Kazuichi gulped hard and he looked you up and down. He still couldn’t believe someone as pretty as you just did all that with him.
You reached out and grabbed his chin, cleaning his lips with some napkins he assumes came from your pocket. His mouth fell open a little and once again all the thoughts just left his brain. Just everything about you and you doing this was just so fucking hot to him. His face flushed a deep red and his cock twitched. Lord, words could not describe how bad he needed you.
Once you finished cleaning up he saw you pull a pen from your purse. When the hell did someone bring that over. He was so out of it he never noticed your friend bringing over your purse.
You grabbed him by the arm and pulled up his sleeve, writing your name and number on his arm in the steadiest writing you could muster at the moment. You weren’t totally frazzled like Kazuichi but your pussy was pounding like crazy so you weren’t in tip top shape.
“I always wanted to do that. Writing on someone’s arm, not the making out on a wall.” You giggled a little. “That’s my name and number, call me or text. Or don’t, I’ll still be at the next show no matter what.” You leaned in and placed a glossy kiss on his neck before walking off.
“O-of course…” He watched you intensely as you got in the front seat of the car with your friends. Damn DD? You weren’t entirely sober? Not even a little buzzed? On my god.
He slumped against the wall again and tried to piece everything together in his mind but a lot of just wasn’t making sense. It all felt so surreal.
“Sooooo was she good?” Leon raised his eyebrow as he turned the corner again, this time Ibuki was hanging off his back, both of them grinning at Kazuichi.
“Ibuki was so surprised when Leon said you were talking to a girl! You two were going at it like wild animals over here!” Ibuki laughed
“She was great, she was beautiful… god she was everything. I miss her-“ He quickly shut himself up when Sonia turned the corner. He pulled his beanie down over his eyes and looked toward the ground.
“How’d it go? Did you have fun Kazuichi?” Sonia smiled and cocked her head to the side. She desperately hoped he had some sort of fun.
“Ahem, y-yeah. She was good.” His voice cracked, mentally he was beating himself up.
“Um, am I still driving you home Sonia?” Kazuichi cleared his throat and tried to look as normal as possible. It was obvious to all his friends thought that he was definitely going through it mentally right now.
“Oh yes! Thank you so much.” Sonia smiled and Kazuichi nodded. He used this as his great escape to usher her to the car. He needed to flee everyone and just think, which is what he did for the first half of the drive. Until Sonia interrupted him.
“Kazuichi. I think you should pursue that girl, if she likes you of course.” Kazuichi’s eyes widened and quickly snapped over to Sonia. She was looking at him with a dead serious expression.
“I love you like a brother. You are a dear friend to me and I am sure you know that.” He wined at her words and looked back at the road. “I think this is a good time for you to finally move on from me. It has been 5 years.”
Sonia gasped as Kazuichi slowed down a bit and swerved off road, pulling them to the side and putting the car in park. “I know… I know you’ll never return my feelings, but I don’t even know how to move on.” He sniffled and his hands gripped the steering wheel.
Sonia rubbed his back. “I know it may be hard but at least talk to her. I nor anyone else will hold this against you.”
“No no I can’t. She’s probably been on so many dates and I couldn’t even begin to hold a candle to any of those! I don’t know anything! I’ve barely done anything!” His eyes welled up with tears and the soft tap of them hitting the steering wheel echoed in the car.
She pulled Kazuichi over the middle console into a hug. He cried into her shoulder as she did her best to soothe him. “Then we’ll help you. Help you see her more, help you plan dates. I’m sure everyone would have no issue with helping you out.”
Kazuichi nodded but it didn’t stop his tears. His lack of experiences, the fact that he’s done so little outside of a few sexual encounters. All it boiled over in this single moment and he couldn’t stop crying in Sonia’s shoulder.
They sat like that until he calmed down and finished the drive with puffy eyes and a little more motivation in his heart. Maybe he could be loved despite his lack of experiences there was only one way to find out.
You are Ibuki's childhood best friend and the absolute love of her life, but for some reason y'all aren't dating yet.
Ibuki Mioda x toxic Fem!reader
Modern Collage AU
No Talents
Word Count: 2507
Part 2 ->
There are some names that aren't danganronpa characters. It's just place holder names for characters mentioned in the other fics of this AU.
The set ended with Ibuki doing a dramatic riff on her guitar.
The crowd roared as the party host came on stage. “Everyone give it up for Twilight Syndrome!” There was chanting and clapping as Ibuki untangled herself from the guitar that wasn’t actually hers.
“Make sure to stream them and follow them on instagram!” The host smiled. “Any words from you Ibuki before you go join the crowd?” He pointed the mic towards Ibuki.
“Ummmmmm have fun and watch out for our new single! We’re dropping it on Instagram first I think.” She looked back at Leon who nodded in confirmation. He was happy she actually remembered it this time.
The band waved and made their way off stage as the host introduced the next group. They filtered into the crowd and Leon pulled them into a little circle, it was almost a huddle.
“Alright! I wanna take a girl home tonight, who’s gonna be my wing man?” He smirked and looked between his friends.
“My dark devas await me so I must go.” Gundham turned to walk away but Kazuichi quickly grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Dude, Miss Sonia is bringing Imani. You know, the girl you asked if you could basically court her. What do you think will happy if a pretty girl like that is here all alone? She'll definitely leave with someone elseeeee.” Kazuichi snickered a little. Gundham huffed as he rejoined the huddle.
“Alright so wingman!” Leon clapped and pointed at Gundham.
“I will stay but not for that.. I must entertain the dark enchantress.” Gundham crossed his arms and pulled up his scarf a little.
“Shit, fine. Girls love the dark drummer... ” Leon muttered. He slowly looked up with a smirk and his eyes flitted over to Kazuichi who quickly shook his head.
“If Sonia ever sees me another girl and it ruins my chances I’m killing myself and putting you as my 13th reason.” Kazuichi huffed and grabbed at his beanie, pulling it down slightly.
“Alright… no fun… Ibuki! You gotta be my wingman for tonight!” Leon sounded a little desperate as he grabbed Ibuki's shoulder.
“Yeah Ibuki’s totally got you! You’ll leave with at least one girl on your arm!” Ibuki smiled brightly. Unfortunately this didn't last long because once Leon started looking for a group of girls for them to talk to, you instantly ruined his dreams.
“Oh my god this party is so lit! Wait… What happened to my panties?” The voice was striking, slightly flirty and tipsy. It was your voice. Ibuki would recognize it anywhere. Actually, all of them recognized it. Leon groaned in absolute despair and shook his head disapprovingly. He huffed in defeat, no way was he convincing Ibuki not to leave for you.
“You understand right Leon? It’s not personal, it’s pussy!” Ibuki basically ran off, following the sound of your voice through the crowd.
“We need to stop her.” Gundham grunted and began following behind Ibuki. He was quickly stopped by Kazuiching grabbing his arm and shaking his head.
"It's no use, you know that. She's totally gone when it comes to her. She's worse than me with Sonia." Kazuichi sighed.
“Ah…” Gundham sighed and watched his friend through the crowd with a frown on his face.
"That's the power of toxic lesbian love man. That shit is strong enough to move mountains." Leon sighed
"Toxic love, childhood best friend, band rivals, ex-band mates. Their relationship has more tags than any fanfic I've seen Sonia read." Kazuichi shook his head. The now group of three watched as you were hugged up on this guy, holding his arm and watching whatever drinking game he was playing. You were nursing a red solo cup in your free hand and giggling and whatever that guy was saying.
Ibuki started from afar for a moment. She knew that this was dumb and she needed to move on, but she also knew that she loved you more than anything else. So despite seeing you hugged up some random guy for the umpteenth time she still walked over to you and pulled you into a side hug, pulling you off this random man who looked highly disappointed.
"Hey! Did you like Ibuki's set! I told you the new music was gonna be great!" She rocked the two of you back and fourth, almost like she was trying to distract you from the fact she pulled you off of that guy, but you both knew.
"Yeah, but I think it would be better if you played it with us you know. I mean my vocals are probably better than Leon's, right?" You looked down at Ibuki. She stopped and looked to the side, eyes sweeping the crowd where she watched her friends meet up with the rest of their little group.
"Yeah of course! Your vocals are amazing!" She liked both. You both excelled at different things, but I guess since she has to pick, of course she'll pick you.
You smiled and pressed your cup to Ibuki's lips. She took a sip and recoiled slightly, tasted like straight hand sanitizer, was that a shot in a red solo cup? Her throat burned and her body instantly felt warm.
The guy who was hugging onto your arm pouted slightly and moved closer to the two of you. "Princess, come back. I can't believe you're giving her the drink I made you." He reached out and pushed your hair back.
Ibuki followed his every movement, her jealousy mixing with the burn of the alcohol. She wished she could do more than hug in public and not get yelled at for it.
You laughed and batted your lashes up at him. "Sorryyyy, but she's my best friend. Girl code, you know?" He didn't know, in fact nobody knew what you were talking about it but everyone was too drunk or didn't care enough to question it and that's all you needed.
Her arms wrapped around you tighter and she stared off at the wall, she looked hazy and distant. "Uh, yeah, we've been best friends since like forever!" Her voice started off just as distant as the look in her eyes but in a few words she was back to her normal self with a bright smile.
"Well Ibuki needs to borrow her now! Have fun with your game!" Ibuki switched her grip on your hips to one on your arms and pulled you off before you even had a chance to say something.
"Ibuki where are we going?" You raised an eyebrow, your voice low and no longer as nice and inviting as it was a second ago.
"Closet. To talk." Ibuki kept her words short, she didn't wanna say anything in front of all these people and piss you off even more.
You rolled your eyes and sighed. "There's nothing to even talk about. Just enjoy the damn party for once." You huffed and planted your feet in one spot, bringing you both to a stop along one of the walls.
Ibuki looked down, holding your hand and standing with you off to the side of the busy bustling party. Her shoulders slumped over and she sighed deeply.
"Ugh fine!" You huffed and pulled her into the closest side room which just so happened to be the cramped little closet. You locked the door and turned to face Ibuki with crossed arms. "You get one kiss, then you better calm the fuck down and enjoy the party."
Ibuki's eyes sparkled and she jumped on you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you down into a kiss. Your hands rested on her waist as Ibuki started to lick at your bottom lip. You opened up just a little, just enough for her to slip her tongue in and begin exploring your mouth.
The two of you stumbled around a little mid make-out until your back hit the wall. One of her hands moved down from your neck to grab your shirt. She pulled you as close as she could get you.
Next she slotted her knee between your legs, gaining a cute gasp from you but also making you pull back.
"I said just a kiss." Your voice was stern but with heavy hazy overtones that made you sound more horny then mad.
"That was just a kiss! It was just a little make out." Ibuki smiled up at you and wrapped her arms around your waist.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, but you didn't push her off so this was a big win to Ibuki.
“Don’t be mad at Ibuki! It’s just cause Ibuki loves you.” She kissed your cheek.
"Yeah, i know." Ibuki's expression dropped once again, she looked up at you and opened her mouth a few times to speak. The words died on the tip of her tongue every time she started talking until she looked away.
"Y-you're not gonna say it back?" She muttered lowly and you began to detach yourself from her.
"No, you know how I feel." You shrugged and went up to the door, quickly leaving before she even had a chance to say anything else.
Ibuki sighed and slumped up against the wall. This has been going on for a while and honestly it was wearing on her. Someone who used to be one of her closest friends and the love of her life was now making her feel like she wanted to split her head in half.
There was a knock at the door. Ibuki's head immediately shot up and she peaked her head out the door only to be meet by her bandmates, Sonia, and other long time friend Imani.
"Oh, hey guys!" Ibuki smiled and walked out of the closet, joining in with the group and hanging off her friends shoulders. Just wanting to be close to someone.
“I am so sorry we missed your performance earlier.” Sonia sighed.
"Yeah sorry about that. I'll definitely be at the next performance!" Ibuki nodded and nuzzled against her friends face.
“It’s fine! Y’all saw it anyways at practice! Plus I know you had stuff to dooooo." Ibuki's words turned into a low hum.
You were talking to your bandmates, somewhere across the room but your eyes still managed to find Ibuki. A scowl spreading across your face as you watched her cuddle up to that annoying girl you didn't particularly like. She was always so close to Ibuki and now she had the gall to try and date someone in the band. Yeah they may have been best friends but she was entirely too intertwined within Ibuki's life for you. She needed to go.
You made eye contact with Ibuki, a shiver going up her spine from how icy cold your stare was.
“Hey Ibuki, you good?” Leon's hand sat at the top of her back and he gave her a worried look.
“Yeah of course! Ibuki is totally cool!” She gave a thumbs up. Leon nodded, his hand slowly dropped form her back but the look on his face lingered for a few moments.
He had every right to be worried too, his expression growing deeper with concern as you walked up to the group. Leon wasn't the only one though, everyone was suddenly at attention, watching as you walked up.
“Ibuki, why are you on her?” You crossed your arms and glared at her little friend. Well she used to be your friend too, but that was all in the past now.
"Oh... Sorry." Ibuki quickly detached herself from Imani and looked around awkwardly. How could she express herself if she couldn't touch her friends?
Kazuichi gulped hard and moved a little closer to Ibuki. "H-hey man, lets chill. You know how Ibuki is." He laughed awkwardly.
“Ok? And I don’t want my best friend all over just any random girl.” You rolled your eyes.
“Any random girl? We’ve known each other for years! You know that!” Imani glared up at you, Gundham moving a little closer to her side incase things escalated.
“Did I ask?" You raised your eyebrow and reached out, pulling Ibuki over to your side. Why did she constantly choose to stick around these people when she had you? You scowled at the thought.
"... Best friends? Y'all aren't like a situationship at least?" Leon muttered, he honestly didn't intend for anyone to hear that but he knew he was fucked when he looked up and you were glaring daggers at him.
“Mind your own fucking business. It’s got nothing to do with you." Leon went quiet and looked off to the side.
“Hey don’t talk to them like that. They’re my friends and my bandmates. They're just worried.” Ibuki’s voice was soft and in your ear. You whipped your head around to her and started yelling so loud that half the party had stopped to listen.
"So what? I've known you longer than anyone else here and you still have the gall to try and fucking pick them over me! You know what since you wanna pick a side so bad go the fuck ahead. Them or me!?" You trembled with anger. Normally if you had an out burst it wasn't this bad, the alcohol had your emotions cranked as high as they could go.
“… Are you really asking me to pick?” Ibuki took a step back, standing between you and her friends. Her eyes were wide and her bottom lip trembled, she could break into tears at any moment now.
“Yeah I am. Pick!” You placed your hands on your hips. Ibuki looked down, she looked between you and then back at her friends.
“I… I love you, but I’m not gonna leave my friends.” Ibuki bit her bottom lip hard, doing her best to hold back the sobs that wanted to so desperately escape. She took a step back and gave you one last look.
“I, um, just text me when you’re sober…” Ibuki turned away and joined her friends who began to move her away from you and this party. By this point people has started recording and this would be everywhere before the sun began to rise.
“Wh-what! Ibuki! Come back here!” You yelled and followed after them.
Gundham broke off from the group and stood in front of you. "Please stop, you've hurt her enough and its late. Everyone is recording as well." You had never heard him speak until now, and something about the deep tone of his voice sounded so real it finally helped you realize that you had done this in front of everyone.
You didn't even have a rebuttal, there was nothing else you could say. You thoroughly made a fool of yourself.
"And please do not contact her if you are going to continue to play with her feelings. Ibuki is treasured and we cannot stand to see how you make her feel." With the fwip of his scarf he left. You were alone in the middle of this shitty party with all eyes on you.
knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..♡ (bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
Your husband's been desperately wanting to breed you and maybe he'll finally get the chance to. But first, he's gotta set up the perfect way to convince you to say yes.
Gundham Tanaka x fem!reader
Non-despair AU
18+
Word Count: 6212
CW: Breeding, cum eating, 69
As the ultimate breeder, Gundham Tanaka spent a lot of time studying the rituals and routines of the animals he has come to spend so much time with. Something he spent a lot of time learning about and adding to his website, was their mating habits. Things like if they danced for their partners or if they gave them gifts.
While this included many many animals, even rare ones most people wouldn't get the chance to be around, it didn't include the most populous animal. People.
Gundham found his knowledge on the mating rituals of humans to be quite lacking. While it wasn't something he worried about heavily, as it wouldn't be added to his website. All that changed when he got close to you though, his lovely wife who he met back in high school and you two have been attached at the hip since.
You've been through just about everything together; thick and thin, sickness and health, better and worse. and teaching him how you didn't and did like to be touched. It took time but now the two fully knew each other inside and out.
Even though you two have explored each other and a plethora of kinks there as something Gundham has always wanted to try. That something, being breeding.
He wanted to breed you, he wanted you full of his cum. He desperately needed to see his seed dripping from your cunt, and even more than that he needed to see you pregnant. He’s always loved the idea of taking care of a child with you. But unfortunately though, he was too terrified to ask.
He knew you'd probably say yes, and the two of you would work out a time and some contraceptives maybe, but he didn't have a ritual for this. He needed a ritual for this, but humans just didn't have one. How else was he supposed to start it without a ritual? Every animal had a ritual. So he simply had to make one.
While you were out one day your lovely husband sat alone in his office scrolling through his website. He was writing down all the animal mating rituals he had observed and recorded, putting if these would be viable or not. Which most were not…
He sighed deeply and rubbed his temples as he pulled off his blue light glasses and looked over the list again. He had a few he was thinking of trying and adapting to a more human experience.
Like the rituals of an Adder snake; they lick and massage their partners body. He could bring out the oils you have and give you a nice deep massage, but is that truly romantic enough?
He could gift you a beautiful meal like a Nursery web spider, but a nice meal wasn’t uncommon between the two of you.
He could sing like most birds but did he even have a good singing voice?
Gundham started marking stuff off his list, nothing felt like it was enough. Nothing felt dark enough, nothing felt like it was quite right for his dark lady.
So he decided to do the one thing he hated most in life, and ask your friends for help. He gritted his teeth and faced the dark barrier around his phone. Fighting off the aura that was holding him back. He groaned like it hurt as he picked up his phone and he dialed Chiaki.
The devas huddled around his phone as they all prayed to every god above that she was awake and would answer the phone. Much to their joy, she did after he called a second time.
“Hm? Hello?” Her voice was soft and heavily laced with sleep.
“Dear mortal, my wife’s closest confidant! I, ahem, would like to ask you for help.” He nervously played with the rings on his fingers like she would deny him.
“Oh, are you doing something for y/n? I should be able to help, I think.” She perked up a little. Surprisingly she was good at planning romantic stuff, he got to witness that first hand when he asked for help with the proposal.
“Yes. I need to do something romantic but also… alluring.” There was no way in hell he would ever tell Chiaki the true reasons behind this.
“Um,” she went quiet, probably deep in thought. “You could do something candle lit! With like, that dark purple like you.” She yawned.
Gundham quickly wrote down her words. His eyes widened like he had an epiphany. “Yes candles that’s it!”
“Ow…” Chiaki muttered and moved the phone back from her ear.
“Well I hope whatever you’re planning goes well. I’m gonna get back to my game.” She hung up before he even got to say bye.
Gundham turned to his devas and held out a hand.
“Come my four generals! We must go to the store!” Gundham pulled on his jacket and the little hamsters quickly ran up his arm. He began laughing loudly as he walked out the office, completely forgetting to put away his notebook with his plans laid out on it.
The first store they headed to was the one THE, Gundham Tanaka felt extremely embarrassed going into alone. A lingerie shop. He always felt out of place stepping in here without you, but alas he had to make this voyage alone today.
He searched through the isles until he found what he was looking for, night gowns. Short, loose, and covered in different amounts of lace. He meticulously combed through them in all different colors, sizes, and designs.
He settled on three different ones and asked the devas to pick; jum-p was sleep and picked nothing, maga-z picked the one with a bow on the chest, and cham-p and san-d picked one that had lacy frills along the top.
“Of course this is absolutely perfect! I’m sure the dark queen will love it.” He put back the other two options and the devas went back into his jacket as he picked a nice pair of dark purple panties for you, then went to the counter to pay.
The next stop in his voyage was a local alt store. He needed a ribbon just the right shade of purple and he was hoping to find a nice trinket for you. Something akin to an otter gifting a shiny rock.
He hummed as he walked around the shop, for once too focused in to get distracted by anything that could be added to either of your collection of items. After he found a spool of ribbon that was the perfect shade of purple, he moved on to the hard part. Finding a nice little trinket.
He looked through everythinggggggg! Pokemon cards, keychains, jewelry, clothes, shoes, pins, anything you could think of and honestly none of it felt right to him. Until on his way to pay for the ribbon he noticed a glass display case. Inside were elaborate jewelry boxes in a multitude of colors and designs.
“That’s it my devas. She’ll definitely love this.” Gundham smiled as he looked at a box that was specifically in your favorite colors. He called someone over to grab it and paid for both items.
Now it was time for the last thing on his list, dessert. He didn’t want to do a big meal, but feeding you expensive chocolate seemed like the perfect way to set the mood. Just the thought of it did something to him, getting to hold you while feeding you luxurious chocolate. It sounded amazing.
He walked into the chocolatier shop, your favorite one at that, and he began looking over what they had today. The two of you frequented this shop so he was quickly met with waves and the person behind the counter explaining what they had on display today.
Gundham listened intensely and went into deep thought about choosing which to purchase. There were so many great options and so many he wanted to try feeding you. He ended up settling on an assortment consisting of hearts, roses, and stars.
After making sure he had everything he finally went back home. Your car wasn’t here, you were still out meaning he had more than enough time to set up.
“Hm? Did I leave that door open?” The area where his brows should be furrowed and he peaked in the office. Nothing looked out of place so he just closed the door.
He hung up his jacket, his devas now running around on the floor behind him. “Now! Let us prepare, the ultimate ritual!” He laughed loudly and struck a maniacal pose.
He laid out everything on the kitchen counter and started with the order in which he brought everything. He grabbed a nice black box you two had kept for some reason and folded up your new little nightgown. He folded it up and tied the box with the purple ribbon he brought. He placed the box in the middle of the bed and put a little note on it. His dark cursive hand writing looked like some old gothic font on the pink sticky note.
Next, was the jewelry box, he’d give you that as soon as you got home so it remained on the counter. He grabbed a few of his own jewelry pieces you particularly liked and put them in the jewelry box.
Lastly, was the chocolate. He put it on top of the fridge so you wouldn’t notice it. He’d bring it out later when the time was right.
The ideas were starting to flow to him but he knew he was short on time and you could come home any second now. He grabbed his ritual candles and a lighter and shoved them into the closet, hoping he could set that up after you put on the items he brought. Maybe you could even do it together.
The final thing he needed to do was pick out his own clothes. This always proved to be a hard task in these important and low on time moments.
Gundham sighed and he flitted through his side of the closet. His bandaged arm was covering his mouth as he was deep in thought.
A little squeak pulled him back to reality as san-d had managed to climb her way up into the closet and onto one of his shirts. “Yes! That’s genius!” Gundham grabbed the shirt and san-d, rubbing her as a thanks.
“This will be perfect.” Gundham smiled and grabbed a pair of dress pants. Simple, but he’d flair it with his jewelry. He felt like a peacock getting ready to flair its feathers.
He just finished picking out everything just in time too because he heard the jingle of your keys in the door. He ran off to his office, outfit in hand. He did want to greet you at the door, but he was afraid the second he saw you he’d clam up and spill his entire plan. You just always knew when something was up.
“Gundhammmmmm?” You called out with a slight hum in your voice as you came through the door.
“Oh, I guess he’s not here.” You sighed to yourself and walked off to your room, putting away the clothes and other things you had brought throughout your outing.
After putting everything away and grabbing your pajamas for a shower, you noticed a black box on the bed. You raised your eyebrow and picked up the little note sitting on top of it.
‘My Dark Queen,
Inside the box before you is a garment I have prepared for our ritual tonight. Please put it on for me,
Your Beloved Overlord.’
You smiled at the letter and opened the box. “Oooooo scandalous.” You admired the little black night gown and rubbed the soft material in your hands.
You took it with you into the shower and when you came out you were no longer alone in the bedroom. Your husband was standing there and in purple dress shirt with two buttons open, black slacks, and some of your favorite pieces of jewelry to see on him. Your eyes flitted down to the beautiful and intricate jewelry box in his hand as you walked over.
“What’s the occasion? I know I didn’t forget our anniversary or my birthday.” He gently pushed the jewelry box into your hands and you opened it.
“Ooo I get to keep these?” You looked down at the pieces of his jewelry that you frequently wore
“Of course. These pieces have been cast in my protection spells and will rid you of all evil spirits near by when you wear them!” He smirked and began slowly rubbing up and down your arms.
“So are you gonna tell what this is for or should I guess?” You looked up at him and closed the jewelry box. A knowing little smile playing on your lips.
“It’s for, ahem,” he cleared his throat and his face went slightly red, like usual. “Our mating ritual.”
“Mating ritual? Oooooo!” Gundham grabbed the jewelry box from your hands and placed it to the side.
“Would you like to help me with the finishing touches?” He grabbed his lighter, you gifted it to him actually. It was all black with white designs.
“Of course.” You smiled. Gundham placed his lighter in your hand.
“All wild beasts have a ritual when it comes to mating.” His face flushed red as he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you up against him. Your back softly bumping his chest.
“We may be more than this plane of existence can bear, but our shells are still that of mortals who are no more than wild beasts themselves.” He led you over to one of the candles so you could begin lighting them together.
“Light it.” His voice was soft and deep in your ear. His hands slowly caressed your arms and side as you began walking around the room with him to light the candles he placed around every corner of the room. It ended in a circle but all the candles were placed at different heights and equal lengths away from each other. It was a perfect mix of decoration and ritual.
“Thus we must also follow a ritual in this sacred dance. A ritual that will tie us together completely at a spiritual level.” He chuckled, throwing his head back like he was laughing loudly. Suddenly the lights went out, he must’ve planned this as well, and the room was left in a nice warm light.
“I thought we’ve been tied together on a spiritual level since the weeding.” You spoke in a teasing purr as you looked up at him over your shoulder.
“Ahem, it’s to deepen the connection!” He swept you off your feet into a princess carry. You laughed up at him as he climbed onto bed with you in his arms. He grabbed a familiar box of chocolate while getting comfortable with you on the bed.
“Oh my goodness is that-!”
“Yes! Behold I have procured your favorite chocolate in these shapes that symbolize my love and affection!” He dramatically opened the box and grabbed your hand when you reached out to grab one.
“You needn’t lift a finger my dark lady.” He grabbed a piece and fed it to you. You ate slowly and savored the chocolate, piece by piece.
You curled up against his chest and licked the slightly melted chocolate off his fingers as he pressed a heart shaped piece against your lips. You held the piece of chocolate in your mouth and pulled him down into a kiss, sharing the candy between the two of you.
The chocolate quickly melted between the two of you, dripping down your chin. He pulled back from the kiss and licked up the remaining chocolate that got on your lips.
“It tastes even sweeter on your skin.” Gundham purred against you. He went to feed you another piece of chocolate but instead you moved his hand away. He raised his eyebrow and you straddled his lap, you needed to be serious for a moment.
“Gundham, I know you wanted to tell me something. So what’s up?” Honestly you already knew what he wanted, leaving your plans out the open wasn’t a good idea, but you wanted to hear it straight from him!
Now, this moment was beautiful and all and you absolutely hated to ruin it but, you could cuddle and eat chocolate after he tells you how bad he wants to fill you. You’ve been waiting for him to tell you this since you saw it in his notebook earlier.
“O-oh.” His face turned a deeper shade of red and he looked to the side.
“My dark queen throughout all the time we’ve been together there has always been a slight barrier between us!” Pause for dramatic effect. “Please allow me to eradicate this barrier!” He was bright red from his neck all the way up to his forehead.
“I ask your permission to let me embrace you without the usage of a condom. At least just for tonight.” He finally looked back up at you, being met with a smirk.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask that for so long. I was starting to think you’d never wanna see me pregnant.” You put a dramatic whine in your voice as you brought a hand up to rub his exposed chest.
“No! I think about it all the time!” He quickly blurted out, way too fast to stop himself.
“Oh? You doooo?” You had a teasing tone as you laughed a little and moved your hands up to wrap around his neck.
“Most people think about a domestic life with their wife. With little ones running around and maybe grandkids one day.” Your fingers began rubbing over his undercut. He did think of these things, yes, but that’s not the same thoughts that consumed his brain and led to this moment right here.
“Do you think of that, or do you think of me here, on this bed, stretched on your cock as you cum as deep as you can inside me.” You rolled your hips down on him, you could feel him harden on the inside of your thigh already.
“Or maybe you think about me dripping with your cum? My pussy filled to the brim and can’t hold anymore.” Another quick roll of your hips. “Or my personal favorite. Us curled up, your cock and cum filling me as we drift off to sleep.” This time he bucked his hips up with a groan.
“I do. I think of all of those.” He admitted softly and leaned his head down into your neck, trying to hide his flushed face and his embarrassment of admitting that.
Your fingers moved up and threaded through his hair, pushing it down into and his face. He looked up at you, white pieces of hair falling in front of his eyes.
“Please allow me to do that to you tonight.” His voice was desperate like he needed this despite you already telling him to go ahead.
“I already said yes silly. If you keep talking to me like that I’m gonna get you pregnant instead.” You laughed and pulled his face up.
The area where his brows should be furrowed slightly and he nodded, fully believing that was something within your magical skill set.
You laughed a little more and let him begin to maneuver you around. The chocolate was put on the nightstand, and you were laid on your back.
He began to hike up the little night gown, pushing it up your thighs and pooling it around your stomach. His big warm hands caressed your body and the cold rings on his fingers brought a nice temperature change.
He began slowly massaging your thighs. He was going slow, a bit slower than normal. In all honesty he was nervous and extremely scared. He hadn’t been this nervous since your honey moon where he was afraid someone would file a noise complaint.
“Would you like me to help?” Your voice and soft hands rubbing his shoulder snapped him from his nervous haze.
“I-!… If you don’t mind…” Any other time he would have scoffed and claimed that ‘an overlord such as himself doesn’t need help pleasing his lady’, but his nerves were really getting to him.
You nodded and got up to sit on his lap, the two of you now face to face as you straddled his thighs.
You leaned in and pecked his lips, it was quick, short, and sweet. It was way too quick for him though. So he cupped your cheeks and leaned in, kissing you again.
You let it last a little longer before pulling back again, a teasing smile playing at your lips as he huffed. After another quick peck on the lips from you, he was now using his grip on your face to hold you still as he kissed you again.
This time it was a deep sensual kiss that he wouldn’t let you escape from. His tongue pushed into your mouth, slowly claiming the space that had been his for years and would be for many years to come. Your tongues tangled, you worked slowly against him, letting him do most if not all the work.
You said you would help him but once you started teasing him it seemed like his anxieties just vanished.
“Mmh, why do-” You gasped. He pushed his tongue back into your mouth, he was very focused on not letting you move away. You pulled at the buttons of his shirt to try and get your message across but he was too focused.
You pulled back again, panting and covered his mouth. “… Take your clothes off.” You moved your hand from his mouth and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He pushed your hands away and began taking off his shirt himself. “I’m sorry my queen. I told, you needn’t lift a finger and yet I keep asking for your help.” He looked absolutely distraught as he worked off the buttons of his shirt.
You began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. “You are the lord and I am your lady, we are a pair. It’s only right that I help you.” You smiled as you tugged his pants off, revealing his hard cock that sprang out as soon as it was free of the confines of the black slacks.
He groaned softly as the cold air hit his dick and you began slowly stroking him. Gundham grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, pulling you until your clothed cunt was right against his dick.
“I know we’re a pair, but I still must apologize.” His hands travled up from your sides and under the night grown, rubbing your sides all the way up until he was able to grab your breasts. You moaned softly as he rubbed your nipples and gave them a slight tug.
You slowly grinded up against him, your thin thong doing basically nothing to stop him from slipping and sliding against your folds.
The two of you were both moaning and panting as you each focused on pleasuring the other; your hands moved faster whilst he pulled your nipples a little harder.
Gundham could on like this forever, he was one of the most patient people you had ever met, you on the hand? You needed to feel him more. Now.
You pushed your panties to the side and slowly sunk down on his cock. A moan ripped through you as felt every vein pushing against your sensitive insides.
“Oh god!” Your head fell back.
Gundham’s hands went back down to your waist, he held you in position as you slowly rolled your hips down on him.
“Oh fuck! It’s so, ngh, goooooddddd.” You leaned forward and rested your head against his shoulder.
His grip on your hips tightened and he began slowly moving you up and down.
“Oh my goodness.” You leaned up a little to purr right in his ear.
“You could totally use me like a pocket pussy.” A few whines slipped past your lips as he slowed, a little shocked by your words. “Make me your personal toy.” You nipped at his ear lobe which now felt hot to the touch.
You opened your mouth to say something else that would catch him off guard, but before you could speak his hand covered his mouth. One hand on your mouth and the other using all his strength, causing him to grunt more and become more vocal, to guide you up and down on his dick.
You licked his hand and pulled it up to start sucking his fingers. Sucking down to his rings and holding eye contact with him.
You watched as he turned an even deeper shade of red. His hips stuttered and then, he pushed deep inside you, causing you to gag and moan around his fingers.
“M-my lady, why must you, ngh, plunge all my senses into the,” He shuddered and let out a moan that sounded like it came from the depths of his soul. “Carnal lust that’s raging within your body?” He bucked his hips up faster and his nails dug into your side.
You pulled back off his fingers and slammed your hips down on him. His head tipped back and his back arched.
“Holy sh-shit!” A tremor went through his body causing his voice to shake and stutter.
His hand that was in your mouth shot down to your hips, holding you still while he caught his breath.
“Did you almost cum?” You panted and purred in his ear. He nodded slowly and took a deep breath.
“My dark lady has been possessed by a succubus.” He panted and quickly slammed you back on the bed. Your eyes widened and you gasped, his dick hitting against your walls from the quick sharp movement.
“It seems I must satisfy this succubus to get my lover back.” He pushed your knees up by your head and held them down. Honestly you weren’t flexible enough for this, but the burn in your thighs added to the pleasure and made your head spin as you squirmed.
Gundham took another deep breath, he needed to calm himself a good bit so he wouldn’t cum as soon as he started moving. But once he was calm, he didn’t start slow like usual. He started slamming his hips against yours in quick deep thrusts. He knocked the air from your lungs a second time making you tug and pull at the only thing within your reach, the sheets.
“Aah! Fuck!” The slight burn in your thighs and the way he pounded into you just stacked pleasure on top of pleasure making you feel even hotter and even closer to your peak.
Gundham, the ever persistent and loving man that he is, thought that somehow he wasn't giving you enough. Sooooo, he quickly snatched your night gown down, exposing your breasts. It was so quick your leg didn’t have to realize it wasn’t being held down anymore. You didn’t even realize it happened until you felt the cold air of the ac on your perky nipples.
His hand quickly returned to your leg, and his head came down. He started sucking on your nipples. That along with the onslaught of pleasure had you on the verge of tears. You weren’t on the verge for long though, one particularly deep thrust sent you over the edge and you let out a loud sob as tears started to slip down your cheeks. You came all over his dick without even attempting to stutter out a warning.
Even though you came, he didn’t let up for even a second, if anything he just started going harder. You had reached your peak, so he felt he had now earned the right to reach his and fill you up just how he wanted.
His mouth popped off your nipple and went to your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks around your neck. He always felt the need to have the world know that you are his dark lady, so the night is never complete until you have bites and hickeys all over you.
You gripped the bed harder and pulled at the sheets, causing them to pop off the corners of the bed, but neither of you noticed or cared. Honestly the sheets had to come off anyways with the pool of sweat, your cum, and his pre-cum dripping between the two of you.
“G-gundham…” You mewled. He pulled up and kissed away your tears.
“T-tooo muchhhh!” Your moans turned into loud whines as you tried to squirm away. His body weight pressed down on you and held you into position as he began to piston his hips even faster.
“J-just a little, longer.” His nails dug into your legs.
You whined and pulled at the sheets to try and cope with the overstimulation as his cock began drilling straight into your g-spot. Your eyes shot open and your back would have arched up if Gundham wasn’t keeping you flush with the bed.
He leaned up, making him push down on your legs more, the pain making your clit throb. He did one final dramatic deep thrust as he painted your insides white with his cum. He let go of your legs and slowly pulled out, his cum oozing out slowly.
Your legs finally slammed down onto the bed. You panted heavily and went to say something to your husband but stopped when you saw the intense stare he was giving you. Or more specifically, giving your cunt that gushed with his seed.
You missed the way he gazed over your entire body. Taking in your entire tired and sweaty body. He thought you were gorgeous, but his eyes did stop at your overflowing pussy. It was just a sight he had never seen before, and it made him absolutely mesmerized.
You spread your legs a little wider for him, giving him a better look and making the cum gush out of you a little more. “If you take a picture you can look whenever you’d like.” You purred and rubbed your foot against him.
His eyes snapped up at you and widened at the thought of taking a photo.
“… N-no!” He definitely thought about it. “A picture could never capture the beauty you hold within this moment.” His hands shook slightly as he grabbed your hips.
“You sure you don’t wanna take a picture? You’re hard again just looking at me.” You giggled and looked him up and down.
Gundham quickly shook his head and got off the bed. He was flushed a deep red, like normal honestly.
“Please ignore that… it’s time to clean you up.” Gundham began hurriedly grabbing sheets and towels from the closet. “I have satisfied my dark queen and rid you of the succubus plaguing your body!”
You leaned up on your arm and watched him. You sighed and rolled your eyes. “What if the succubus isn’t gone? Huh?” You raised an eyebrow and watched as he stopped and looked back at you.
“Gundhaaaaaaam, come hereeee.” You spoke in a cute little purr and leaned over the side of the bed. He of course came as soon as you asked, how could he not? His gorgeous wife was purring for him on their bed.
Once he was close enough you pulled him down on the bed and pushed him onto his back. You crawled over him, and sat on his face.
“Since you’re so worried about cleaning up. Clean me up while I finish this guy off.” He didn’t even have a second to question your words because your mouth was on his tip almost instantly.
Your tongue swirled around his tip, you pondered teasing him but those thoughts were shut down when you felt his tongue on your clit. Your brain short circuited and your eyes fluttered shut as you just settled on sucking his tip and anything else you could get in your mouth before you started moaning.
Your brain was quickly turning to mush every time you tried to change up and do something new to pleasure Gundham. Every time you even got an idea his tongue and fingers would poke and prod at your pussy in some way. You were gonna deep throat him but then his fingers spread your pussy apart and he began to slowly work his tongue in and out. He took his role of cleaning you out very seriously.
While he wasn’t fond of eating his own cum he couldn’t deny that something about the taste of you two mixed together made his cock twitch in your mouth repeatedly.
You took this as a sign and just gave up on trying to do anything fancy after he repeatedly ruined your plans. So instead you settled on sucking what you could fit in your mouth and lazily stroking the rest. Your hands moved slow on his cock but your grip was tight and made his toes curl.
He muttered something into your pussy, whatever it was vibrated straight through you and made you shiver. You let out a soft moan as you pushed down against Gundham’s face, trying to get his tongue deeper which he happily did.
You began moaning and whining around his cock, the vibrations going straight through him and making him shudder.
The two of you kept at this subtle back and fourth of one upping the other in pleasure though neither of you noticed, too distracted by their partners moaning voice.
That was until Gundham started fucking you with his tongue and fingers.
“Oh my god!” You moaned around his tip and your hand paused, squeezing his dick a little too hard. Pre-cum dripped from the tip and he pushed his fingers deeper, deep enough for you to feel his cold rings against your hot skin.
His tongue and fingers thrusted at the same time, making you feel extremely full and then so empty you couldn’t help but whine.
“Wa-wait so-so good!” You rolled your hips down against him, and took him back into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down his length, hoping that would encourage him to go deeper.
Which it certainly would have if he wasn’t cumming the second you began deep throating him. Once your throat was stuffed with his dick he was cumming buckets. Your eyes widened as it shot down your throat making you gag and tear up as you pulled back off his cock.
You looked back at him. You had cum all your mouth and a hazy look in your eyes that made Gundham feel the worst for cumming first. That made him work even harder.
He shoved his face in your pussy and had his tongue and fingers working overtime while his other hand reached up to rub at your clit.
Your moans grew louder but you didn’t let this stop you from overstimulating your husband, returning what he did earlier. Your tongue slowly worked up and down his cock, cleaning up any cum that was still on him. Your moans getting louder was just the cherry on top too. The vibrations from it went straight through his dick and his skin felt like it was on fire.
He panted heavily and shook. His fingers slowed slightly so he turned to the one thing he didn’t want to do. He raised his hand and swiftly smacked your clit.
“F-fuck!” That was the final push to send your buzzing body over the edge and for you cum all over his tongue.
You slumped against his thighs with your back arched up and mewled while he licked up your remaining juices.
“You re-really should do that more.” You panted heavily, your voice still extremely shaky.
Gundham didn’t respond, instead he sighed and smacked your clit again, a little lighter this time. He knew you liked it but he couldn’t truly get into it, even now he felt bad.
“Feels soooooo good!” You mewled and nuzzled against his leg, body still buzzing slightly from the pleasure. You two laid there panting softly until he regained his strength and got you turned around. He gave you a soft little kiss on the forehead once he got you face to face. He hummed as he fixed your night grow and made you look as put together as you could in this moment.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss to his cheek. “Your mating ritual was hot. I loved it.” You leaned in, rubbing your nose against his.
“Next time I'll plan something even more magnificent.” He smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips.
You smiled and rested your head against his chest. “Maybe then you’ll finally use me in the way I’ve been talking about.” You wink up at him and he quickly turned away.
“… Maybe…” He muttered under his breath.
“Really? Oh my god! Don’t make me wait too long!” You squealed as much as your tired voice would allow.
His arms wrapped around you and he began slowly rubbing your back. You’d for sure get the answer to that question another day.
What happens when meeting Toko for the first time after reuniting with Byakuya after the killing game? Will you be at each others throats or will she fall for you as well?
Byakuya Togami x fem!reader x Toko Fukawa
No AU this time
18+
Word Count: 5891
CW: cucking, smut, cum eating, oral m!receiving
One of the biggest roadblocks for Toko's relationship (in her head) is Byakuya's fiancée.
While never married because of the world going to shit from Junko and class 77-B. You were still in fact very real, and very much alive to everyone's surprise.
Anyone who had been around long enough for Toko to try and say some crazy shit to Byakuya would have at least heard about this mystery woman. He never failed to remind Toko and anyone else that he was in fact taken with a sleek band on his ring finger. Though this happened less and less after everyone regained their memories.
After making it out the killing game and getting settled into the future foundation Byakuya began to come to terms with the idea of you being dead. You were quite competent, but he didn't know how anyone could survive this.
That was until a few days later when a group got back from a mission. Nobody expected to see you reporting back dressed like you came straight from a secretary office in the middle of the apocalypse. You had the biggest diamond probably in the world on your ring finger and nobody seemed to be phased be it at all.
When he saw you the unthinkable happened; Byakuya went up to you, in this room full of people, and hugged you. Like a serious full hug. He missed you more than anyone could ever get him to admit.
Once you realized that it actually was your long lost fiancée who you thought you'd never see again, of course you hugged back. There were gasps, particularly from those who just escaped the killing game with him, and anyone who had a conversation with him long enough to find out he was dick. But there was also one very angry grumble.
"Woah! That's his fiancee? I thought she was like dead!" Yasuhiro yelled and Aoi smacked his arm.
Byakuya let go first, realizing that he was around a room full of people. He pulled you out of the room, the other survivors following y'all out because they also wanted to meet you.
Truthfully, Byakuya wanted to monopolize your time. I mean it had been so long, but he couldn't get rid of everyone in this moment. He sighed as you started to introduce yourself to everyone, explaining your talent and everything else.
"If you're an ultimate why didn't you go attend hopes peak?" Makoto cocked his head to the side a little as he spoke.
"The plan was to cultivate my talent a little more in a private setting and then transfer during my final year to graduate with Byakuya and then have the wedding. Unfortunately things obviously didn't turn out that way." You checked the time on your wrist watch and hummed, it was calculating and something close to what Byakuya would do.
Toko glared at you the whole time. She often wished for you to be dead, but luckily for you she was extremely unlucky in every part of her life.
You were going to say something, a girl who was nothing more than an intern was glaring at you for standing with your fiancée. You of course needed to set things straight, but then Byakuya put his arm in front of you and stopped you.
"It's not worth your time." He glared at Toko causing her to immediately back off and even run off. She went to sulk and mutter in a corner.
You nodded, catching the dynamic that seems to be set here. You don't remember hearing anything about her before the tragedy but I guess that was for now obvious reasons. Oh well, there was more important things to be done.
That first meeting with Toko wasn't the worst but it was also far from the best. The next time you would run into her would start a weird pattern of her always trying to challenge your position as his fiancée.
It was just a normal work day. You and Byakuya were doing something that concerned the NEO World program, mostly watching and trying to find some sort of way to interact with the now stuck students to try and set it back on track.
On this particular day everyone's favorite intern was running errands, particularly getting Byakuya a coffee even though nobody asked her to. She was smiling and giggling as she peaked into the control room but her whole demeanor changed when she saw you passing him a coffee mug. A mug she just noticed you sip out of moments ago! How could Byakuya stand for this? He wouldn't if he knew about it. At least that's what she believed.
She smirked and walked in the room like she finally had something on you. "M-master! She dr-drank your coffee! She drank out t-the same cup as you!" She pointed at you accusedly while trembled under Byakuya's gaze. She still managed to glare at you like you done and over with though.
"So? She's my fiancee. I don't see how this concerns you." He immediately got back to work. Toko trembled with anger and bit her nails. She looked back up at you, ready to say something but she stopped in her tracks when she saw you glaring down at her.
Your eyes cut sharp and you held eye contact with her as you grabbed Byakuya by the back of the head and pulled him into a kiss. You kept eye contact with her as you pushed your tongue into his mouth.
His eyes widened in surprise. He stared at you in shock, you stared at Toko, and she stared at the both of you while trembling and blushing.
You pulled back, leaving your red lipstick all over Byakuya's lips. You smiled at Toko and she ran out the room on the verge of tears and also with some new found emotions bubbling inside her.
"Don't do that in public ever again." Byakuya looked pissed and grabbed a napkin to wipe your lipstick off his lips.
"Aw but red is just your color Togami." You laughed and leaned against him. One of your hands played with the ends of his hair. "I'll make sure to save it for the bedroom then." You used your free hand to get back to work, looking over the stuff about the NEO World.
Toko may have ran out the office but she didn't go far. She stood just by the doorframe, just close enough to peak in. She was bright red, and trembling, but she also felt warm and tingly all over.
The mug fell out of her hands and shattered on the ground, coffee spilling all over the floor. That was her final straw and she went running back to her room to hide away. Even if she had work to be done, nobody would notice if she hid away for a few moments.
That was the first of many times this would happen. It became a common occurrence for her to show up and get humiliated by you in front of Byakuya. Every time she came a little closer to understanding what she was feeling for you.
With her around you two more and more, and with you thinking shit was funny and sweet (cause it is) you would always have to do something. That something usually being touching Togami, just anywhere at all. It was most often his hair, or even taking his glasses. Oh she hated and loved to see you in his glasses.
Today though, you might have taken things a little too far.
Toko was trailing behind Byakuya, carrying a stack of papers that needed to be read through and approved. He made it to the control room where you were supposed to be. You were in charge of watching class 77-B today and he didn't want to leave you alone. There wasn't much anyone could do, but at least you wouldn't have to watch them struggle alone.
He sat at a desk right next to yours and Toko put down the large stack of papers off to the side of the desk.
"Master, wh-why are you working here?" Toko looked over at him, genuinely curious. Before he got a chance to answer, the distinct click of your heels came from down the hall. It pissed her off but excited her all at the same time.
You took a sip from the coffee mug in your hand, leaving a red lip stain. Byakuya grabbed the mug from you and took a sip of it for himself.
“Thank you.” He hummed and got started on the paper work that needed to be handled first. There was surprisingly a lot of paperwork when dealing with trying to rebuild the world.
You sighed in frustration as you tried again to get in contact with Chiaki or Usami. Nothing has been working since Junko took over, but it's better to try and fail than to never try at all. After a few minutes of nothing working, again, you huffed and plopped down in a chair.
Toko didn't leave like you all thought she did though. She stood in the door way, peaking in on you two, and watching closely.
“Anything new?” He didn’t bother looking up.
“With them, no, but Mahiru and Peko's vitals seem to be fine despite what happened in the Neo World.” You took a seat and began looking through some papers.
The two of you worked in silence, just long enough for Byakuya to feel comfortable and believe it was just the two of you there. His hand gently rubbed your knee. You smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Your lipstick is going to be all over me." He sighed and pulled his hand back.
"Just the way I like it." You rolled your seat closer to him and kissed his jaw. It started light and playful but then you saw tufts of purple brown hair, a possessive streak flew through you.
She peaked in more and the two of you made eye contact while you leaned in and sucked a mark onto Byakuya's neck. You were quickly pushed off once it was done, but it was totally worth it.
"We've talked about this." He sounded highly annoyed, but when didn't he.
"I know I know, but she keeps staring at me." You laughed a little and Byakuya huffed and went back to work.
Toko hid behind the wall again. Her legs were shaky and she drooled while thinking about being stuck between you and Byakuya and being berated by both of you. She stuck around in this hazy state until you two left for lunch. Once you were both gone she slipped back into room.
Her hands tingled with excitement as she sat in Byakuya's chair. She giggled at the warmth still lingering in the chair and rubbed her legs together. Once she relaxed, her eyes flittered over the desk, stopping at the mug on the counter.
She picked up the mug on the desk and slowly put her lips over where Byakuya's had been. She giggled and her legs felt like mush as she took her first indirect kiss.
Her second one came moments after when she noticed your red lipstick stain on the cup. She placed her lips over where yours had been and her toes curled. She panted as she rubbed her legs together a little quicker.
Next she slowly slid her tongue around the tip of the cup. This counted as an indirect tongue kiss, right?
You were heading back to the office, just to take a quick check on the NEO World. You stopped when you got to the door way, watching as Toko sucked on the rip of a mug and rub her thighs together.
She was too far gone to notice the distinct click of your heels, hell she was too far gone in her fantasy to even notice you standing in the door watching her.
"...Toko?" Her eyes widened and she hopped out of the seat. The mug went flying out of her hands but she caught it just in time. She swallowed hard and looked you up and down.
"Y-yes?" Her legs still felt weak, she had to lean back against the desk to keep from falling.
"Having fun with my cup?" You raised your eye brow and walked up to her, grabbing the mug and standing right in front of her. You weren't too much taller than her but when you glared down at her Toko thought you were larger than life itself.
"Y-yes master." Her voice was shaky and she trembled while looking up at you.
Oh, you? Master? That was new. You hummed and took a step closer, closing the distance between the two of you. She whined just from the proximity alone and she grabbed the desk to try and steel herself, it didn't work.
You smirked and grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks together. You pulled her closer and let your nails dig into her cheeks just a little.
"Master!" She panted heavily with hearts in her eyes. Her knees buckled and she fell against you, her face resting in your chest. You pushed her down into the chair she was in earlier and leaned back on the desk.
"Tonight I'm going to leave the door to my bedroom cracked. Don't come in, just watch from the door. Understand?" You purred and reached out, smoothing Toko's hair back, noting just how cute she is. She nodded along to your every word like she was hooked.
"Now run along, you have work to do." You dismissed her with the wave of your hand and she did as told. Running off with the mug back in hand and her legs still wobbly.
Not even a full five minutes later Togami returned with your food in hand and placed it on the desk.
"You. What did you say to that girl that's got her so giddy?" Byakuya looked annoyed as he sat down in his seat.
"I told her she could watch us."
“WH-“
“Shhhhh. I just told her I’d leave the door open. She’s so cute and it’d be so much fun.” You smiled up at him and Byakuya rubbed his temples.
“I should have called off the engagement when I learned you were such a weird freak.” He let out a deep sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Aw come onnnn, it's just a little fun, please?” You got up and walked over to him. You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly massaged him, while slotting your knee between his legs, oh so close to his crotch.
“I’ll suck your dick, and ride you all night long.” You purred.
Byakuya blushed a little. A very rare occurrence. He looked around to make sure there was nobody else near by, even though he already knew you were the only two there.
“Your legs will get tired so I’ll end up doing all the work anyways. So what’s in it for me other than a blow job?” His hands grabbed your hips, god his hand placement made your stomach flip.
“Are you saying having sex with your gorgeous fiancée isn’t enough?” You pouted and cocked your head to the side.
“If Toko gets to watch us, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” You sighed and looked off to the side before the idea hit you. “So, all the stuff I mentioned before, AND a sexy full body massage.” You pushed your breasts a little closer to his face to get the full meaning across.
“… Deal.” He was about to pull you closer but then the sound of shoes threw him off and he pushed you back just enough for it to not be considered indecent.
You looked at the door and smiled to Makoto who was standing there. “Hello Makoto. Did you need something?”
“Um yeah I came to get some papers from Byakuya.” He smiled at you as he walked up to the two of you.
Byakuya held out the papers without even bothering to look at Makoto. Makoto sighed and waved as he walked out.
“You two have a good night.” You smiled back and waved.
“… Oh we will.” You giggled to yourself and ran your fingers through Byakuya’s hair.
Byakuya sighed and you both went back to work. You can't have fun later if you don't finish up everything now. Everything else from here was a little broing and monotone. You finished up work, closed and locked up, and then showered. You two also wore matching silk pajamas, something that Byakuya insisted on.
Now you were cuddled up in bed, the fun started. Y'all were tangled within eachother in a slow make out session. Your tongues moved together and the soft panting in the room grew louder and louder.
He moved down to kiss at your neck and your fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull him even closer than he already was. His glasses were crooked and pushed up slightly as he began unbuttoning your top to kiss down your chest.
This was his favorite part of the night, though he'd never admit it.
He began to leave marks all over your chest, adding them to the array of marks he had already left all over your skin from previous nights.
Just as you were starting to relax and melt into it, you saw the door move slightly. Yes you cracked it a little earlier, but now just the person you invited finally arrived.
You pushed the blanket off of you and closed your eyes. Now getting to fully relax as you let your fiancée work his magic.
Everything was soft and slow, it was very romantic minus the onlooker he hadn't yet realized was here. Byakuya sucked marks onto your skin while he had one hand massing your waist and the other rubbing loose little circles on your nipple.
Then the door creaked and Byakuya rolled his eyes. He stopped in his entirety and sat up, staring at the door.
“Get in here. Now.” His voice held no room for argument. You held back a little laugh and rapped your arms around his waist.
Toko slowly shuffled into the room and closed the door behind her. She was already flushed red and very jittery. She was so excited to be even closer than she thought she would be.
Byakuya pointed to a nice fancy chair in the corner of the room. "Sit there. Shut up. And don't even think about touching yourself." He huffed and glared at her as she shuffled over to the cuck chair.
“Oh Byakuya, calm down.” You purred and ran a hand up his shirt, slowly rubbing his chest. You hummed and made eye contact with Toko as you unbuttoned his shirt with one hand.
She squirmed in the chair but didn’t dare make a peep.
Byakuya sighed and turned his attention back to you. “This is your fault. I’m mad and not even in the mood.”
You sat up and pushed him back on the bed. “I’ll fix that. Just relax~” You straddled his lap and slowly grinded down on him. The only clothing either of you had on was now the silk pajama pants, making you feel so close but also so far.
As you grinded down on him Byakuya could feel your warm wet cunt so close, way too close for you to have on panties and pajama pants. You smirked down at him and that more than enough to get him twitching under you.
“See~ told you I’d fix it.” You winked down at Byakuya and took his glasses. You put them on and rolled your hips down against him faster. His hands came up and gripped your waist as he began guiding you exactly how he wanted.
Seems your plan had worked, and he completely forgot about your little audience who was sitting on her hands to comply with the rules she had been given.
One of his hands stayed on your hips while the other moved up and pulled you down into a soft kiss. You slowly worked your tongue into Byakuya’s mouth. Soon, that soft kiss turned into a hot open mouth make out with heavy breathing and his glasses sliding off your face.
You pulled back and looked down at your creation. Byakuya stared up at you with a flushed face, lips swollen, and slightly squinting.
“God you’re so hot.” You pulled his glasses off as you moved down in between his legs.
“Keep them on.” Byakuya pushed his glasses back towards you. He pulled off his pants and you came face to face with his angry red tip that was dripping precum.
“Well this is new. If I knew you liked me in glasses so much I would have kept mine.” You hummed as you placed a kiss to his tip. Byakuya was too worried about your soft lips on his tip to even bother coming up with a response to what you had to say.
His fingers curled into the curls of your hair and he used all his will power not to shove you down at this exact moment.
Your nail slowly traced up his veins while you sucked on the tip and held eye contact with him.
Byakuya trembled. Despite how good he was feeling now he had a sinking feeling in his stomach like you were about to fuck with him.
And he was completely right.
You didn’t take more than the tip in your mouth. Hell you didn’t even fully wrap your hand around his cock. Just some sloppy kisses, and enough pleasure to make him feel like he was going to lose his damn mind. God he should have just slammed your head down from the start.
“Dearest, please.” His voice cracked and your eyes immediately shot up to him. “Stop teasing me. I can’t take anymore.” He panted. His fingers gripped your hair, giving a slight tug.
You felt a gush of warm hot arousal between your legs with his voice cracking AND grabbing your hair. Your spread your knees apart slightly, giving someone a beautiful view of your pajama pants sticking to your wet cunt.
You leaned down and began doing what Byakuya wanted, well kinda, in a way. You didn't start sucking but you opened your mouth wide and looked up at him. He knew what you wanted.
Byakuya began pushing your head down on his cock. Using his grip on your hair to bob you up and down at the long drawn out pace he loved. When you realized it was the same rhythm he used to fuck you, your cunt couldn’t help but clench around nothing.
As he began to gradually move you faster you reached back and began rubbing at your clit through your night pants. You moaned and gagged around his cock. Oddly the sound always made his ego grow, if that was even possible.
He let you up for air for a few seconds before pushing you down to deep throat his cock. The gradual build in pace and how much you took into your mouth became something you controlled more than Byakuya after a certain point.
One of his hands fell out of your hair to grip the bed and the other’s grip tightened. He left everything else in your control, though you didn't really notice. Your brain was too hazy and lost in the fog as you continued the pace he liked on auto pilot. By this point you were quickly deep throating his cock, going from the tip to the base as fast as you could.
“Ju-just like, ugh, that!” Byakuya groaned and bucked his hips, accidentally pushing himself deeper down your throat. Your nose hit those trimmed tufts of blonde hair over and over again.
You gagged and pulled up for air again. Panting heavily while stroking his dick, trying to pull him closer to his orgasm. While calming down a little you got the bright idea to replace your hands with your breasts, so you lifted up and did just that. Wrapping his dick in that soft plush heat which caused him to throw his head back in pleasure.
“I’m so close!” He moaned out. Now both of his hands were gripping at the bedsheets. His hips bucked up quickly, pushing his tip against your lips until you were finally ready and began sucking on it again.
His breath grew ragged as it went up in pitch, and with one final suck on his tip paired with your breasts moving against him, he came all over your chest and face.
You slowly pulled off of him with a hum and a seductive tilt to your voice. “You gonna fuck me now? I’ve been waiting all night.” You slowly rubbed his thigh.
Byakuya reached out and scooped the cum off your face. He pushed his fingers into your mouth and the two of you stared at each other while you cleaned his fingers and swallowed it down. Opening your mouth to show him that it was all gone.
Byakuya grabbed his glasses off your face and put them back on. He was still panting a little. “God I just came. Give me a second.” He rolled his eyes.
He was going to offer to eat you out or something, just to give himself a moment, but then his eyes landed on your forgotten audience in the cuck chair.
“Toko come here.” She shot up almost instantly and ran to the side of the bed you two were closest too. “Hands behind your back. Clean up her chest.” Byakuya slipped off the bed and pulled you to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Oh wow I never thought you’d allow something like this.” You laughed a little. "Maybe a threesome could be next on the list?" You raised your eyebrow at him.
"Don't push it." He scoffed and went to grab a condom. "You know I don't, but I need a quick break before you try and ride me to the afterlife." He rolled his eyes and you just winked in response.
You turned your attention to Toko and motioned her closer with your finger. Once close enough you grabbed her by her necktie and pulled her into your chest.
Her eyes went wide and she giggled happily as she began licking Togami’s cum off your chest. You leaned back on your hands and let out a relaxed sigh with closed eyes as her long tongue worked over your breasts.
For some virgin with no love life her tongue worked absolute wonders on your nipples. It was teasing and slow and then rough and fast. She just kept switching back and forth between the two.
You looked down at her with half lidded eyes. You started to slowly rub yourself through the absolutely soaked pajama pants.
“See how good you’re making me feel Toko? Good girl.” You purred in a breathy tone as you started moaning and squirming.
Toko’s face was flushed a deep red and her tongue continued to swirl around your nipples. She was flushed a deep red and her hands twitched wildly behind her back. She couldn't stop herself and she reached out and grab your hips, her excitement causing her to dig her nails into your side.
"Stop." Byakuya sneered and crawled back onto the bed. “Back to your chair.” Toko ran off with a whimper and Byakuya pulled you onto his lap. He pulled your pants off and tossed them to the side.
Toko immediately dived for your pants and started licking and sniffing at that huge wet spot.
Byakuya rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his lovely fiancée. He cupped your face and pulled you into a surprisingly soft kiss. His mouth moved slowly against yours while he grinded his cock against you. This was looking a lot like earlier, the only thing different now was that he started trying to dominate you in the kiss.
His tongue was so deep in your mouth, as if he was trying to devour you, so you fought back. Which resulted in you two meeting in the middle for a steamy open mouth make out.
He slid you a now opened condom that you rolled onto his dick. Once it was on he pulled back from the kiss, but not before you could bite and pull at his bottom lip. He let out a little moan between the feeling of that and your pussy against him.
He pushed you back on the bed, your head almost falling off the edge of the bed. He sat on his knees between your spread legs and had your legs on his sides.
“Oh? What happened to me riding tonight.” You cocked your head to the side a little.
“You won’t last long. You’re gonna get it all the way in a few times, cum, and then ask me to do the rest.” He sighed. You faked a pout but didn't even bother to put up an argument. Instead you focused on what you really wanted and began rolling your hips down in an attempt to get him inside.
He held your hips still in a strong grip and began slowly pushing in. The slow stretch and his length hitting all the right places was what you had been craving for so long. You moaned and your hands came up to rest on his arms.
“Come closer Byakuya, let me hold you.” Your voice was airy and just on the verge of another string of moans as he began to slowly pull out. Starting with the same pace he used to guide your head earlier.
Starting out painfully slow until you desperately craved more. He fulfilled that craving but only a little, just enough to make your head hazy.
“Byakuya, more!” You whined and tried to tug him closer to hold him. His hips stuttered and he bit his lip. He leaned down enough for you to wrap your arms around him, but he didn’t change pace.
You pulled him into another kiss. This time you controlled it. Your tongue was all over his mouth in seconds. His brain felt like it was fried between trying to keep pace and beat you in this overly competitive kiss.
His hips stuttered again, you whined, he pushed back in the kiss, and suddenly he was off pace. Suddenly he was fucking you much faster than he originally planned. The slap of skin grew louder, it was like he lost control of his hips.
You had a fucked out smile on your face, you won, and Byakuya was too lost in the pleasure to realize he had lost.
Your legs wrapped around him and your heels dug into his back any time he tried to pull out more than you allowed. He grunted every time your heels pushed into his back, just to piston his dick back deep inside you and try it again.
He was hitting every single sensitive spot so deep inside you. Every time he slammed in you were seeing stars and trembling like crazy.
With one particularly deep thrust his tip slammed into your g-spot casuing your to arch your back up off the bed and your legs to pull him closer. Pulling him impossibly deeper into your warm clenching cunt.
“Re-relax! Stop, ngh, gripping me like that!” Byakuya moaned and buried his face inside your neck. He began sucking and biting on your neck to keep quiet. He was so lost in the moment that he completely forgot he wasn’t supposed to leave visible marks, and you were far too out of it to even think of stopping him.
You gripped his shoulders and clawed at his back, a sensation that always managed to feed his ego. So he did what any man should do, and sped up.
You threw your head back as pleasure began building in the pit of your stomach. “G-gonna cum!” Your nails clawed deeper, leaving bright red marks in their wake.
Byakuya pushed in balls deep and began pounding you as deep and as fast as he could. He was also close to the edge but he needed you to cum first, so one of his hands came up and began pinching and pulling your nipples while he moaned in your ear.
“T-too much! Too, fuck, much!” You moaned loudly. You were so close and it felt like you could cum at any moment now, but the final thing that pushed you over the edge was his other hand coming over and rubbing quick tight circles on your clit.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his back as you came all over his dick. Soaking the sheets between the two of you.
With a few more deep quick thrust Byakuya was buried deep inside you as he filled up the condom he had on. He bucked his hips a few more times to ride out his high and extend your own. The result left your skin feeling like it was buzzing and he was left feeling perfectly content as he pulled you close. He rolled the two of you onto your side and cuddled close, his dick still buried deep in you, making you whine a little.
You both were laid there for who knows how long, just cuddling and panting until your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down. He gave you a kiss on the forehead as he slowly pulled out of you. One last whine slipping from you, and he got up and was about to throw the condom away. That is, until Toko stopped him.
“P-please! Please let me have the co-condom! A-and the sheets, I’ll clean the sheets too! Please master.” Toko pleaded up at Byakuya.
Byakuya looked over to you and you nodded. He sighed and his face scrunched up as he gave her the condom.
Toko blushed and trembled as she began licking your juices off the condom. She poured Togami's cum into her mouth, getting to taste the two of you mixed together. She moaned and hugged herself as shocks ran through her body. You could see her own juices roll down her thigh.
“Ew.” Togami rolled his eyes and grabbed a new pair of sheets.
"Aww did you just cum." You purred from your spot on the bed. She slowly nodded and you laughed. "We have to do this again Byakuya. She's so cute." You got off the bed, your legs still extremely weak and shaky so much so that you had to lead against Byakuya.
“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes.
Toko took a few moments to calm down before shakily walking over to the bed and taking the sheets and blanket for herself. "I-i'll return them tomorrow. C-Clean." Her voice was more relaxed, still on the verge of another moan.
“Yeah knock yourself out go have fun.” You waved her off and Toko happily ran out the room. Also taking your pajama pants with her.
Byakuya quickly changed out the sheets and picked you up so you wouldn't fall.
“I think a nice shower is due.” He sighed.
“Yes that sounds perfect.” You smiled and leaned against him.
Your first time meeting the drummer of your bestie's band. He's totally got the hots for you.
Gundham Tanaka x Fem!reader
Modern Collage AU
No talents
Word Count: 1886
The first time he met you was on some random Tuesday where he had band practice. The second he stepped out of his last class for the day, around 2pm Sonia was there to greet him. She always seemed to be free.
"What have you summoned me for today? My dark devas are awaiting my arrival with their feast for tonight." Gundham raised his eyebrow at Sonia as she led him across campus.
Gundham didn't recognize this side of campus, he's never been here. He didn't even realize where they were until he saw a sign that said something about the college of arts
"Ibuki asked me to pick up her friend. I decided to get you as well since you also have to come to practice today." Sonia checked her phone and double checked the building number before walking in.
Gundham nodded. He had most certainly forgot about practice today and was planning to take the devas somewhere, but I guess that would have to wait.
As they walked Sonia looked at the practice room numbers while Gundham was looking in the practice rooms himself. He was very intrigued by watching people put on their own performances within the confines of a single room.
Sonia's steps grew quicker and happier as they got closer and closer to the room number that was in her messages.
"Here we are!" She ran up to the one of the rooms and looked into the head to floor glass windows.
Gundham was slow to catch up with her. His steps were heavy and his belt chain rattled with every step took he took. He wanted to see what Sonia was so excited about so he stood next to her right in the window.
His world seemed to slow in the exact moment he laid eyes on your dancing figure. He couldn't hear the music in the room but his brain filled in the gaps, adding in some sappy love song that fit the gaze he had directed towards you.
He had never seen anyone as gorgeous, as graceful as you were. His heart skipped a beat, or multiple beats. He couldn't care right now.
"G... Gun.... Gundham!" He jolted and looked to the side at Sonia who had a knowing look on her face. He didn't even realize she had been talking to him. Gundham gulped and tried to tune out Sonia laughing at him.
"I-is that her...?" His voice was soft, the softest Sonia has ever heard, maybe even the softest it's been his entire life.
"Huhhhhh? What was that?" Sonia had a teasing tone in her voice.
Gundham cleared his throat. “Is this mere mortal our new singer for today?” He crossed his arms and spoke in a louder voice. His voice was practically booming within the quiet hall.
"Yupp that's Ibuki's best friend and also the girl you totally have a crush on." Gundham was going to respond but by this point you had definitely noticed them and Sonia was waving you over.
"We can't stay long, I've gotta clean up and change but you two can wait in here." You hummed as you began picking up your stuff and moving everything to the corner.
Sonia sighed and cupped her cheek. "Aw, I was really hoping to watch you preform. Ibuki always talks about how good you are."
"You totally can another day, it's just really booked today and I don't wanna bleed into someone else's time." You hummed and grabbed a duffle bag from the corner where everything else.
"When I come back I'll introduce myself properly to you. Sorry Im in a bit of a rush." You smiled at Gundham and all he could do was nod. Your gorgeous smile now forever burned into his brain, it was something he never wanted to forget.
The room was dead silent until you disappeared down the hall.
"She is an evil temptress trying to use her mind control to seduce me! That's the only explanation!" Gundham yelled and crossed his arms. He spoke as if this was fact when it was far away from the truth as you could get.
“Oh! She's just so pretty she bewitched you in thirty seconds flat!” She also spoke as if this was fact, because this time it was.
Gundham sighed. He had no rebuttal so instead he would change the topic.
"... You said she's been to our shows, how come I've never seen her? I’d never miss a woman with that much… power." He pulled his scarf up over his nose to hide his blushing face. Unfortunately his scarf could only do so much when his entire face was a deep red shade.
“Well probably because she goes to the after show dinners with us. Unlike someone!” Sonia huffed.
“I have familiars to take care of, a website to update, and assignments to complete.” Gundham huffed and looked away.
“We all know you go home and go straight to bed. I know your bedtime Gundham!” She moved closer and got up in his face. With her heels on, their height difference didn’t even exist, making them eye to eye.
“You two are such a cute couple.” Your voice cut through their bickering and caught them both off guard. They both turned to look at you, Gundham moving much faster than Sonia.
He felt his heart clench as he took in your outfit. At that moment he felt like you were his soulmate. You had this whole punk preppy look going on that set his heart ablaze, and the fact that you had on the same belt chain as him made him feel like he was gonna throw up in the best way possible.
"Ooh you look so cute!" Sonia took in all the little accessories and hair clips you had on.
“... U-um… w-we’re not a couple.” He muttered into his scarf. He felt like he would die, but he'd hate it even more if some misunderstanding happened.
"Oh that's surprising. Well I guess you are warming up to the idea of Kazuichi." You nudged Sonia with your elbow and she sighed.
"it is very complicated at the moment." You nodded and grabbed your other bag out the corner of the room.
"Oh right introductions!" Sonia quickly changed the topic so she wouldn't have to think on that any longer. She clapped her hands together.
You hummed with a nod and stood up straight, brushing off your clothes and making sure you looked in nice. He thought you looked perfect, though he couldn't say that now.
"I'm y/n its nice to finally meet you! I've seen you at the concerts and small shows but you're always gone so early."
“Ahem, I am Gundham Tanaka! Supreme overlord of ice! Remember the name well for it will one day rule the world!” He crossed his arms and yelled loudly. He hadn’t introduced himself like this in a while, but the overwhelming embarrassment and new things he was feeling caused him to rely on something he knew. Something he was familiar with.
Sonia giggled a little. She hadn’t heard this since their highschool days, so it was a little throwback.
"Well its nice to formally meet the overlord of ice an enchantress of fire myself." You gave a curtsey. Part of him wanted to ask you to marry him right now.
"An enchantress? I knew I felt your power! You are quite strong." He had a smug look on his face as he nodded, as if he knew it from the very beginning. In a way, he sorta did.
Sonia wanted to give you two more time to interact, knowing Ibuki would monopolize your time and Gundham would definitely leave after practice, and Gundham definitely needed this. But Ibuki was blowing up her phone.
"Ah Ibuki's telling us to hurry it up." Sonia sighed. You nodded and began leading the two out of the room. Your time was basically up anyways.
The three of you made your way to Ibuki's place. The conversation on the way mostly consisted of you and Sonia talking. No matter how much Gundham wanted to talk he felt utterly too embarrassed to talk to you.
You arrived at Ibuki's place and walked right in. She never locked the door. It was super unsafe and you were always telling her not to do that but alas here we are.
“Ibukiiiiii I’m here!” You dropped your bags in the living room and walked off to the garage where your best friend would most definitely be.
She was sitting on the floor with Kazuichi playing cards. You hugged her from behind and looked over the cards in her hand.
“Oh my gosh finally! I thought I was gonna die of boredom!” She grabbed your arms.
“Hey! I’ve been here the whole time!” Kazuichi looked at Ibuki with a hurt expression.
“Well yeah, but I wanna play on my guitar!” Ibuki stood up, keeping your arms wrapped around her neck as she carried you around the room while walking over to her guitar.
“They’re so close.” Gundham stood in the doorway next to Sonia. He watched you. He wanted to do that with you.
Before Sonia got a chance to respond Ibuki was waving the two over, telling them to hurry inside for practice.
Sonia sat in her seat while Kazuichi and Gundham got to their instruments. You stood by Ibuki with a mic in hand and lyrics for the song just incase you forgot them.
Honestly it all sounded great, which was surprising as this was your first time singing with everyone. You weren't a perfect singer but your voice was perfect here. So perfect in fact that Gundham was starting to believe everything about you was perfect.
You and Ibuki didn't notice, but Sonia and Kazuichi could sure as hell see how Gundham just couldn't pull his eyes away from you with that love struck look.
The song came to an end. You smiled, very happy that you didn't fuck anything up and Ibuki was preparing to run it back so they could do it again.
Gundham had other plans though. As soon as everything stopped he stood up and walked over to you.
"Need something?" You looked up at him
"Gundham we gotta run the song back!" Ibuki grinned.
Gundham took a deep breath and dropped to one knee. He grabbed your hand and pressed his forehead to the back of it.
"Please allow me to get to know you with romantic intentions! You are a most gorgeous enchantress and I cannot focus without getting this off my chest!" He looked up at you, holding eye contact with you.
Your eyes widened in and you blanked for a moment. Kazuichi was ready and waiting for you to reject his us.
"Um, sure. I'm not really talking to anyone right now." You shrugged.
"Thank you." Gundham took in a deep shaky breath and walked back to the drum set.
"Does this mean you'll finally come to the after show dinners Gundham?!" Ibuki bent to the side to get a good look at him.
Gundham flinched and grabbed his drumsticks. "... Maybe." He didn't want to go, but would he to spend more time with you? Certainly.
"Yay!" Ibuki cheered. "You have to come to every show now y/n! This is gonna be so much fun!" Ibuki started playing a guitar rift she learned to express her overwhelming natural excitement.
She restarted the song and since she was so hyped up you all were stuck practicing two hours longer than normal.
Stuck in the hot summer heat and honestly it's already starting to get to your head.
gundham tanaka x fem!reader
Non-despair modern AU
18+
Word Count: 4422
You might not pick this up from seeing him from afar (or seeing him in all his layers), but Gundham Tanaka is big. I mean yeah he's obviously tall, 6 feet is nothing to scoff at, but I mean biggggggg.
You weren't able to fully realize this until the summer hit. In those hot summer days you would sit in the shade and watch him work with his animals. This became your favorite past time. Getting to see your boyfriend without all those layers always felt so taboo.
His scarf and jacket laid discarded to the side, his shirt was no longer tucked in, and god those sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. Your eyes scanned over his body, mostly watching his arms while he moved heavy bags of high quality animal food. You bit your lip and played with the straw in your ice cold sweet tea.
He grunted as he moved a particularly heavy bag. It made a loud thud as the bag hit the ground next to the other ones. He stood up straight and pulled his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face.
You whistled lowly, but that apparently wasn't low enough as he turned and looked over at you. You waved with a flirty little smile, and he walked up to you.
"My dark paramour, how are you fairing? It feels as if this heat was sent from the depths of hell itself to torture me during my time with the magical beasts." He looked distraught as he reached out and touched your face.
"I'm fine, my lord." You winked up at him and grabbed a semi-cold water bottle off the ground. Gundham blushed and looked away, he always loved when you called him by his moniker. He grabbed the bottle of water from you and drank half of it. The other half of the bottle got poured over his head. His hair somehow remained in tact but the top of his white shirt was drenched.
The wet shirt clung to his skin and gave you the perfect vision of his shoulder muscles, glistening biceps, and strong upper back muscles. You bit your lip and crossed your legs. God, you could barely tare your eyes away from him.
He cleared his throat to grab your attention. Your head snapped up to him and you leaned forward, letting your cheek rest against his hip. His hand came down to play with your curly hair.
"You should go rest inside. This heat is unbearable my lady." His deep voice was just so comforting. Despite saying you were fine moments ago it looks like he's still worried, like you'll melt in this heat or something.
"Go inside? If I do that than you poured water over your head for nothing." You looked up at him. "Someone has to watch those delicious muscles." You hand slowly rubbed his thigh, but you were quickly stopped with a gentle grab. He always stopped you right as you were having fun, but seeing that red face of his always brough your spirits back up.
"It'll take me a while..." He looked back at all the other work he had to do and things he had to move around.
"It's fine I'll wait." You pressed a quick kiss to his side. Gundham nodded and leaned down, he kissed the back of your hand before turning away and going back to what he was working on.
You leaned back in your patio chair and sipped an ice cold tea while watching him. God, you cannot wait to get a piece of him as soon as he's done, but that seemed to be a lot further away then you originally though.
A few hours passed. Your cup was long empty and it felt like it was only getting hotter. Your brain felt like it was melting thanks to being double teamed by your sexy boyfriend and the sun. This paired with the fact that you already didn't care to hide it ended with you openly ogling Gundham and him looking back at you to make sure you hadn't lost it yet.
You pouted and slipped out of your chair, going to get some more tea. Hopefully that would make you feel at least a bit better. The house was nice and cold. It immediately cooled you down, but unfortunately it wasn't enough to cool down your pussy, or your head.
You watched from the glass sliding doors as the heat seemed to be finally taking it's toll on your partner. He pulled off his shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off his face. You gasped and bit your lip. Of course you've seen him shirtless, but shirtless and dripping with sweat under the hot sun was something extremely rare and extremely hot.
You grabbed your drink and headed back outside, you needed to be closer to admire him fully. He turned and glanced over at you, your eyes lingered on the other for a few seconds. He was making sure you saw him, he pulled his shirt off more for you than for himself.
Since this was for you, you made sure to take the time to admire his back. He didn't have a lot of scars from the other animals on his back, most of the ones that were there are form his favorite animal, you. Yeah there was a few scratch marks on his lower back from larger dogs and a few small scrapes left from his hamsters, but the real smoke show was left by you; still red scratch marks on shoulders and upper back.
Just as you were about to be tossed into another fantasy of being bent in half in this exact chair, your alarm went off. It was time to bring everyone water again.
You slipped back in the house and while preparing numerous water bowls, you got a perfect idea of how to make Gundham work just a little faster.
After a bit you began bringing out the water. At first he didn't notice, until he saw a glimpse of your upper thigh. He did a quick double take. Oh, those small shorts and that even smaller shirt he thought he had hidden away. He absolutely couldn't bare to see you in it. It felt like his heart was being gripped from the depths of hell and being tugged out his chest. He grabbed his chest and grunted.
You put down the last of the water bowls and turned to him.
"Oh my goodness, my dark lord! Are you ok?" You ran up to him and grabbed his arms.
"I am fine my lady." He took a deep breath and held eye-contact with you for a few moments before your shirt started to take affect on him. His eyes ended up drifting lower and you smirked. Just like you planned.
Gundham blushed as he looked you up and down. His hands moved to grab your waist and his fingers ghosted slowly up and down your sides. He leaned forward and pressed his head into your neck. You pressed your body against his and rubbed his shoulders and back.
"Gundham, my lord~" You purred to him. It felt as if you had finally won, and then suddenly he was gently pushing you back.
"Come onnnn Gundham!" You whined and pouted.
"I fear your seduction won't work on me today dark enchantress!" He put on a confident smile. You just rolled your eyes and stared at him until his smile started to falter.
"As soon as I am finish my lady. We'll, ahem, make love into the night." God for a man with just as high a sex drive as you, it was crazy to see him so shy about intimacy.
"Don't keep me waiting too long, or the overlord of ice will be sleeping with the magical beasts." You walked off back to your seat and went back to sipping your tea.
That was an hour ago. It was hot and muggy, you were horny, and you felt like you could blow up someone. You let out a long sigh and stared your partner down, god he is fucking gorgeous. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was your own thoughts, maybe it some evil combination of both. But you finally had enough.
You quickly unbuckled your shorts and shoved your down to the wet spot on your panties and began slowly rubbing. You leaned back, your eyes half lidded and stared at every part of him. You moved your fingers under your panties and began rubbing your clit as you thought of how hard you could be getting fucked right now.
His big beefy arms wrapping around you, holding you, lifting you. Oh my goodness. You sped up and bit your lip.
His bicep around your throat, whiled he fucked into you from my behind. Fuckkkk. You moved down, pushing two fingers inside you with a soft gasp. You started out slow, mimicking your boyfriends movements, but this felt nowhere as good.
This was actually hell. Having an attentive boyfriend was good for every moment but this one. You had grown so used to him and his fingers that yours just weren't enough anymore. To small compared to his thick long fingers.
Ooohhh his big fingers with his cold rings still on. The cold metal pushing inside you as well. You sped up, trying to imagine that it was him. Which surprisingly worked a bit, drawing loudly whines from you.
Which just happened to be loud enough to draw the attention of your favorite overlord. He turned to you. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed a few times.
He's seen you masturbate before, but never like this. Never with your hand down your pants as you stared at him with the purest form of lust known to man kind. He grunted and looked back at his work, continue working or fuck the beautiful love of your life who looked like she was losing her mind? I think the choice is clear.
You watched as he walked up to you. You were gonna say something, maybe apologize? maybe beg for him? But the world may never know because before you had a moment to do anything he was grabbing your hands and pulling them out of your pants.
"I apologize for letting you wait this long." He sounded solemn as he dropped down to his knees on the patio concrete. It sounded like it hurt but he didn't look affected at all. He leaned in and began licking your fingers clean, holding eye contact with you the whole time. He pulled off your fingers and kissed up your arm, which switched to him sucking marks into your skin when he hit your shoulder.
"May I have a moment to shower before we go further my dark queen?"
"No." You didn't even give him a second to think about it. He just nodded and next thing you knew you were being lifted and carried to the bedroom the two of you shared. The feeling of his arms wrapped around you and the anticipation of what's to come had you a squirming mess in his arms. Your panties felt like a slip and slide.
"I do need a moment to wash my hands. I refuse to sully you with my unclean hands. I accept any punishment if you deem I take even a second too long." He put you down on the bed and you wasted no time stripping. He kicked off his boots and pants as he headed to the bathroom. You grabbed the condoms and even started opening them while he rolled his bandages off as quick as possible. The water came on, the soap bottle could be heard, and soon he was standing in front of you in all his naked glory.
You smirked at him and crawled to the edge of the bed. He was already flushed that permanent shade of red as you kissed along his waist and grabbed his dick. He was already painfully hard, and you wanted that in your mouth.
You began slowly stroking him and were about to take him into your mouth, when you were pulled back by a firm grasp on the back of your hair. Your stomach dropped and you began grinding down on the bed. He looked down at you with care and love.
"No. I'm going to pleasure you all night. I don't deserve your service." He let go of your hair and got on the bed. He sat back and pat his thigh.
You crawled over to him and got comfortable on his lap, grinding down on his cock and pushing back against him. He did his best to ignore the aching feeling as reached down and slowly rubbed your thighs while spreading them open. You twitched and squirmed from the slow drag of his cold rings on your burning thighs.
He held one of your thighs up as his other hand trailed down your inner thigh until you were trembling. His finger slowly rubbed your clit and pulled back quickly. You bucked your hips and whimpered.
"Gundham if you don't stop fucking playing with me." You panted and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed you slowly moving against you and keeping the steady pace on your clit. As soon as you started to relax everything suddenly shifted; his finger was back on your clit, rubbing quick circles until you gasped, he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth, it felt like he was trying to devour you. He pushed his tongue down your throat and didn't let up on your clit for a single second.
You pulled back from the kiss and panted heavily while letting out moans that your partner swallowed up seconds ago.
His hand traveled down, he slowly pushed two fingers into your hole while his thumb stayed intent on bullying your clit. Oh those cold rings where right you wanted them to be. Your toes curled and you pushed up into his hand. This is what you were craving earlier. God his fingers felt great.
"I apologize again for making you wait my lady." His deep voice sent a shudder through your body. He bit at the shell of your ear and licked over the bite mark before leaving a few more.
"Apology not accepted!" You squeaked and rambled out quickly. "N-not until, your dick is in me!" Your voice trembled and you grabbed the blanket under the two of you.
Gundham gripped your thigh that he was holding and lifted it higher, spreading you out more in the process. Before you could ask what he was up to he shoved a third finger inside and began pounding his fingers in and out of you.
"Holy-" Was all you could get out before you were cut off by your own moans. In the front he was pounding you like crazy with his fingers while in the back he was grinding his big dick against your ass. His thumb on your clit worked tighter and faster circles. Your head felt like it was spinning.
"G-gonna cum!" Your free hand grabbed his leg, your nails sinking into his skin and leaving crescent shaped marks. You squirmed, fuck you were so close...
Then it stopped. Gundham quickly pulled his fingers out. You whipped your head around and glared up at him.
"Gundham what the fuck!" Your mad tone turned into a yelp as he flipped y'all around and manhandled you into a spread out position under him. The way he easily threw you went straight to your cunt making you lick your lips, suddenly you weren't as mad anymore.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you up towards his face. Gundham shoved his face in between your legs and started with a light appetizer first, sucking on your clit like this was his first and only meal of the day.
Your mouth formed into that perfect little 'o' shape as you moaned out and your fingers threaded through his hair, effectively ruining it after it lasted so long. You tugged him closer, probably close enough to drown him in your cunt.
Gundham moved down a bit, just enough to push his tongue into your hole. He thrusted fast and ran the tip of his tongue along the sensitive spots on your walls.
Your back arched up off the bed and at the same time you began hearing the shlick of his hand speeding up and down his cock. He was stroking his dick at the same pace he was using to fuck you with his tongue.
You didn't have time to focus on that though because he moved his hand that was wrapped around you over to your clit where he started rubbing quick circles on it once again.
"S-so close..." You mewled and rolled your hips down against his face. This time he didn't stop or slow down, instead he let you do whatever you wanted. Which just consisted of pulling him impossibly closer and trying any way possible to get his tongue deeper inside you.
Your eyes snapped open and your entire body trembled as your orgasm crashed down on you. You covered your boyfriends face in your juices but that didn't deter him for a single second. If anything it seemed to spur him on more as the sound of his hand grew louder and his tongue in your cunt got faster.
You whined and pushed at his head as you tried to squirm away. He wasn't budging an inch though.
"T-too muuuuch!" You whimpered and tossed your head around, side to side. Trying to find some way to cope with the pleasure.
"J-just a little more..." His voice cracked, and every word he spoke sent shivers up your spine. "So close." He groaned. He moved his finger off your clit, giving you a little room to breath, but at the cost of that his arm wrapped back around your waist, keeping you from moving away at all.
You already felt your next orgasm building up and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. His tongue just barely brushed across that sweet bundle of nerves and that was enough to have you cumming again. This time you weren't alone though. Gundham came all over his hand with a particularly loud and broken moan. The sound sent sparks through you and you pulled him up by his hair a little. He held eye contact, moaning and huffing while licking up your juices and riding out his own high. His movements were much slower but he didn't stop yet.
You mewled and twitched while weakly pushing at his head. You felt sparks in your brain from the overwhelming pleasure. After just a little longer of getting to see the fucked out look on your face he FINALLY pulled back. The two of you took a moment, just staring at and admiring the other.
You sat up and your eyes stopped at his already hard again dick. "... You just came." You were too tired to hide the excitement in your voice.
"Well when I have a lover with the beauty of a succubus sent straight from the depths of hell it's only natural that my mortal shell react!" He chuckled and you giggled while moving closer to him. You grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand up to your mouth. You started slowly licking and sucking his fingers and palm, slurping up all the cum on his hand.
Gundham's dick twitched as he watched you. He grabbed your hip and pulled you up on his lap. You giggled a little and started to grind down on him.
"Don't forget the condom." Your voice was airy and just on the verge of a moan. He grunted and huffed. Despite how much he didn't want to he still reached over and grabbed a condom you opened as soon as you mentioned it.
You took the condom from his hand and slowly put it on him, letting your fingers rub across his veins and tip while his fingers were still in your mouth. You pulled off with a 'pop' and batted your lashes up at him.
"I'm going to start slow." He hummed and kissed your shoulder and collar bone. He started to slowly rub his tip against your folds.
"You always start slow." You whined a little and tried to get his tip inside you.
"I do not wish to hurt you." He muttered against your skin. Your efforts soon succeeded and you managed to get his tip pressed right up against your hole.
"That'd be sexy." You purred and began to slowly sink down on him. "Mmmph, my lord, step on me. Hit me." The thought of it had you moving quicker and quicker, already bouncing your hips with a rhythm. But your fun was stopped, like always, as a pair of strong big hands grabbed your waist and held you still.
"Slowly my queen." He purred into your skin and began sucking marks on you. He guided your hips up and down. Up all the way to the tip and back down to the base, oh so painfully slow, over and over and over again. Despite the slow pace the fact that he fully filled you made your brain feel hazy.
He leaned up and moved his arms from your waist to wrapping around you. Holding you close in his big muscular arms. You wrapped your arms around him and you started at each other while slowly moving and moaning.
He started by rubbing his noes against yours, then a kiss on the nose, next one on the forehead, and he continued kissing every part of your face but he left your lips for last. Starting with a little peck on your lips and letting the kiss linger for a moment longer very time until your eyes fluttered shut. Then he kissed you deeply. Pushing his tongue into your mouth and slowly claiming every part of your.
Your head turned to mush and your hips stuttered as it felt too much like melted butter to keep up the rhythm.
Luckily your boyfriend knew just what to do. He laid you down on the bed without breaking the kiss and began thrusting into you, moving a bit faster than you were moments before.
Despite how much he loved kissing you he was the first to pull back. Instead his face went down to your chest, sucking your nipples and leaving marks in basically every other spot.
"More more moreeee!" You whined and wrapped one of your legs around him. You pushed your heel into his lower back to try and push him deeper.
Gundham nodded and took a deep breath. He wanted to just increase a little at a time, draw this out as much as possible maybe, but he knows what you want. He began pounding into you, slamming his dick into you as deep as he could.
“Fuck! You’re soooo deep~!” Your voice was bordering on screaming and your head lolled to the side. He was pounding your g-spot fast enough to send you into another squirming frenzy with that familiar feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
The loud slapping of skin filled the room, the bed frame was begging for help, and the headboard repeatedly slapped against the wall, but somehow he didn't hear any of it. He was completely focused on the sweet sounds of your voice and trying not to cum from the overwhelming feeling of your cunt. The loud squelch of your cunt made his dick twitch inside you every time he registered the sound.
In the middle of a particularly loud moan Gundham grabbed your face and pulled you up to meet him in the middle for another kiss. Teeth hit, tongues clashed, and both of you moaned loudly into this desperate and messy kiss.
You pulled away first this time. You threw your head back in pleasure and your legs trembled as you came without warning. Your scream was cut off by a tongue being pushed back into your mouth.
You squirted all over his dick and clamped down on him. That encouraged him to give a few more hard thrusts into your g-spot before the feeling pushed him over the edge and he came into the condom. He muffled this particularly deep moan with the kiss he wouldn't let you escape from.
You two laid there making out for a few more moments with Gundham still buried inside you and slowly jerking his hips. You pulled back and let out a broken pathetic whine. He whined and slowly pulled out, almost instantly missing the warm heat of your body.
Despite how hazy his brain was, and how much he didn't want to be apart from you he still got out of bed and went to get stuff to begin clean up. This was a routine he was used to. He tossed the condom and went to get a blanket.
"Clean up later..." You were still trying to catch your breath as he walked back over with a blanket in his arms.
He leaned down for another nose kiss which you gladly returned and he lifted you a little with one arm. If you weren't so hazy that would have got you squirming all over again. He grabbed the soiled blanket and pushed it on the floor. He put a new clean blanket over you and slipped into bed next to you.
His big arms pulled you flush against his chest and you nuzzled into your personal heater. You put your leg up on his thigh and smiled up at him.
Gundham raised his eyebrow or where it would be. You gently grabbed his dick and pushed it inside you.
"You succubus-!" He started but you shushed him. You let out a deep sigh.
“It’s been a while since I’ve felt you without a condom.” You hummed and kissed his collar bone. “Sleeping with your dick in me is fine! Won’t be the first or last time anyways.” You winked up at him.
He wanted to say something, maybe even move a little but instead he just closed his eyes and pulled you back into his chest.
The two of you cuddled up together and fell into a nice deep sleep.
A beautiful end to those horrible hot summer work days.
it makes me sick how many parallels satosugu and itafushi have and then there’s the fact that gojo had to kill geto to save people while itadori had to help megumi live to save everyone
