Clover

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[clover-writes-things]

MASTERLIST / INFO

I'm still super new to writing, so this is more of a quick list of stuff I have uploaded. Everything I write is an x reader, and atm I won't be taking requests, but feel free to leave anything in my inbox <3

ONE PIECE

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

Doctors and Desk Injuries

ONE PUNCH MAN

King:

Collector’s Courage

Zombieman:

Compatible Conditions

BORDERLANDS

Rafa the Exo-Soldier:

Kiss the Deadframe

Firelight and Scar Tissue

STAR WARS

Garazeb Orrelios:

Untitled Fic

[gothicwatercreature]

i've read a few different fics now where drunk reader accidentally reveals their and law's secret relationship. but what if it was the other way around? what if famously stone cold bitch trafalgar law got absolutely trashed for some irrelevant reason and suddenly can't keep his hands to himself?

imagine him looking around the room trying to focus his eyes (because god forbid someone notices him losing control even in the slightest) and then his gaze lands on you. you're just standing there talking and laughing with someone else and your smile is just as sweet as always and suddenly he's standing up and walking over to you and before you both know it he has stumbled into your personal space and rests his forehead against the back of your head.

you freeze for a moment. because there's no one else who would do that but also it's impossible that it's him because you're in public and this is not subtle. not subtle at all. if anything the gesture is remarkably tender.

and then you feel him start wrapping his arms around your waist and you smile apologetically at the person you were talking to (who is looking at you like you've just grown a second head) and take his hands to stop him as you turn around and look up at him with panicked eyes.

he just lazily gazes down at you and you can already see the corners of his mouth twitch up and then he starts leaning in. you take a step back and he looks at you all drunk and confused and adorable and for a second you swear you can see a pout.

"law, what are you doing?"

he tilts his head.

"what does it look like i'm doing?"

and you almost laugh because even in his obviously delirious state he doesn't fall out of his habit of ever present nonchalance and assertiveness.

he tries to step closer again and you try to hold him back. you hiss:

"it looks like you're about to let everyone in on our secret, captain."

but he's not listening to you, instead he's trying to lean into your space again so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. which must look funny seeing as he has to lean down quite a bit and you're pushing at his chest now, actively trying to prevent him from coming anywhere near your face.

"law stop", you try again.

he doesn't.

"i'm serious", you try to reason with him. "you're going to regret this."

but he's too busy trying to wrap himself around you.

"how much did you drink?"

he pulls you closer.

"law-"

you pause.

because when did the room get so quiet?

you almost feel their stares before you actually see them. you turn around. there's an awful silence that stretches out for what feels like a very long moment. then someone snorts (probably shachi) and all hell breaks loose.

people are screaming, pointing, yelling in distress. some are laughing hysterically. you're pretty sure you see penguin hand money to ikkaku out of the corner of your eye. then ikkaku takes out some more money and hands it all to shachi. bepo hasn't moved in a concerning amount of time. it's carnage.

then law's torso finally comes into contact with your back and he puts his head on top of yours and lets out one of those rare sighs that sounds so content that you momentarily forget the chaos around you.

"i love you", he mumbles into your hair, so softly that no one else catches it. you almost don't.

you sigh and hold back the smile that threatens your lips.

"i love you too."

[enjinsdoll]

꒰ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ enjin had left you weeks ago, but now he’s back at your door - drunk, and absolutely devastated.

enjin had been drunk before. he had been reckless, loud, bleeding, grinning with broken teeth and broken knuckles. he had staggered through alleys with smoke in his lungs and blood on his collar and still managed to make it back to base without collapsing.

but tonight he could barely walk in a straight line. the bottle was still in his hand when he knocked on your door. reluctantly you opened it, and just stared at him.

he looked… wrong. his hair was messier than usual, his coat hung for dear life over his back. cheeks flushed, eyes glossy and unfocused in a way that made your stomach falter instead of flutter. he blinked at you, slow and heavy – then his entire face softened.

“there you are,” he murmured, relief flooding his voice like he had been searching for hours. “been lookin’ everywhere.”

your throat closed at his words. and then he stepped forward immediately with his arms wide open to pull you in. a little bit like muscle memory. but then you put a hand on his chest, and he frowned at the resistance, because the concept of you denying your man body contact was unbelievable.

“what’re you doin’?” he asked, genuinely confused. “c’mere.”

“enjin,” you said quietly, and his name hurt on your tongue.

he leaned closer anyway, trying to nuzzle into your shoulder. “missed you,” he mumbled against your hair. “c’mon. kiss me.”

you swallowed hard.

he smelled like cheap liquor and smoke and the faintest trace of the oil he always carried on his skin. he smelled so devastatingly familiar.

“we broke up,” you said.

he went absolutely still. “what?” he laughed, like you had made a bad joke. “don’t start.”

“i’m not starting anything.”

his hands tightened slightly on your jacket, confused rather than angry. “why’re you acting weird? you mad at me? did i forget somethin’?”

you felt your eyes burn. “you forgot everything,” you whispered.

he stared at you, blinking slow. “forgot what?”

“the fight. the weeks before that. you leaving.” your voice shook despite your effort to steady it. “you said you couldn’t do this anymore. you said i was a distraction. that you needed to focus. that i deserved someone who wasn’t always one job away from dying.”

he stared like you were speaking another language. “i would never say that,” he said offended.

“you did.”

“no,” he insisted, shaking his head too hard. “i wouldn’t.”

“you did, enjin.”

he looked at you for a long moment, searching your face for a punchline. when he didn’t find one, something fragile crept into his expression. “why would i leave?” he asked quietly.

because you were scared, you almost said. because loving me made you vulnerable. because you thought pushing me away was protecting me.

instead you said, “you thought it was the right thing.”

he let go of you slowly. the bottle slipped from his fingers and rolled across your doorstep.

“that’s stupid,” he muttered.

“i know.”

he looked around like the world had shifted without asking his permission. then back at you.

“you’re my girl,” he said softer now. “why wouldn’t you cuddle me?”

your heart cracked open in your chest. “i’m not your girl anymore.”

he swayed slightly. “you don’t get to say that,” he replied, almost childlike. “you don’t get to just—” he gestured vaguely between you. “erase it.”

“i didn’t erase it,” you whispered. “you did.”

silence stretched between you as his eyes slowly filled with tears. it wasn’t the dramatic drunk crying. but the stubborn blinking that failed to hold back the wet shine gathering at his lash line.

“i don’t remember,” he said, voice breaking in a way you had never heard before. “i don’t remember leavin’ you.”

you pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. “i remember,” you said.

he looked absolutely devastated when he reached for you again. “can i… just sit?” he asked. “i won’t kiss you. promise. just… sit.”

you hesitated, then you stepped aside. he stumbled in, collapsing onto your couch like it was the safest place in the world. he patted the space next to him automatically, then froze like he remembered he wasn’t supposed to. you sat anyway.

there was a careful inch of space between you. he stared at that inch like it offended him.

“i was stupid,” he muttered eventually.

“you don’t even remember it.”

“i know me,” he said bitterly. “if you’re not next to me, i messed up.”

you let out a shaky laugh through your tears.

he leaned his head back, eyes closing for a moment. “did it hurt?” he asked quietly.

“yes.”

he nodded once, jaw tightening. “then i’m sorry,” he whispered.

the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. after a moment, his head tipped sideways.

“can i at least hold your hand?” he asked quietly.

you looked at at the drunk stubborn idiot who had broken your heart because he thought loving you was selfish. a quiet sigh escaped you as you slid your hand into his, and he exhaled like he had been underwater.

surprisingly he didn’t try to push his luck and pull you closer. instead he held your hand against his chest and fell asleep like that.

in the morning he would remember everything, and he would have to choose whether to run again. but tonight, with his fingers laced through yours and his breathing slow and uneven against your shoulder, he held on like he had never let go at all.

[spookjoz]

𑣲 𝟏𝟖+ ── 𝐛𝐟!𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 likes to make quick work of you in the jeep to keep himself awake…!

── 𝐜𝐰: 1.8k wc, f!reader, established relationship, road fingering?, lots of clit affection, licking his fingers clean after bcs y’all are just freaky horndogs, dirty talk, language, praise, pet names + use of ‘good girl’, distracted driving smh, porn without plot, lowkey spreading my enjin the finger king™️ agenda.

── 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished since the 17th, and now that I’m off my monthly I think my hormones are back to raging lmao. Have some fingering <33

He just gets so bored, especially during long drives. And when he gets bored, he gets tired—and though steering the wheel and keeping his eyes on the road do typically help to keep him conscious, it always great to have another distraction that’s a little more…riveting.

And wet. And warm. And breathing, twitching, moaning, and whimpering, and calling his name so sweetly—

You get the gist. You’re the one thing that’s most effective in keeping him awake; or that’s the excuse he gives for it every time (and that you accept.)

That’s why you’re not all that surprised when, halfway through a near four hour drive back to headquarters, you feel a big, warm hand clap over your thigh and give it the smallest squeeze.

And you dart your eyes over to Enjin briefly, who’s own are are still glued to the road; but the curving grin on his lips tells you everything. Makes his intention crystal clear.

And by now, it’s routine. Something you’ve come to expect—even anticipate. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip and glance out of the window; it’s still just wasteland on all sides, without the smallest hint of sentient life besides you and your boyfriend.

No trash beasts, no people. Just you and him.

So with a bit too much eagerness, you widen your legs; and Enjin lets out a rumbling, appreciative hum. The first noise made between the two of you in the last half hour.

His fingers are quick and dexterous in the way he unbuttons your pants, and, with fluid familiarity, they zone in on your most sensitive part with diabolical precision the instant they’re tucked beneath the hem.

Oh, no. You just can’t help the little gasp that leaves your lips when he rubs the pads of his fingers over your clothed clit in those small swirls that drive you crazy.

“Hmm, responsive are we?” Enjin mumbles in that cocky little tone that screams he’s completely aware of how skilled he is. It’s so frustratingly hot.

“Just get on with it.” You grit out, cunt already beginning to slicken from his fingers working over your pearl.

“Oooooh—and she’s eager. My favorite combination.” Enjin teases, trailing the pad of his index finger down to press against the spot in your panties that is quickly dampening.

You want to roll your eyes, maybe even give him a little slap to the arm for his cheek. But he’s dancing his fingers in that way that has your jaw going slack, and when he slides the bridge of your panties to the side to gain unfettered access to your drooly cunt, you lose about sixty percent of your coherency.

“Fu-huuuuuck, she’s definitely eager. All pretty and wet already.” Enjin drawls, hot pads slipping through your folds and gathering the slick you’ve already spilled out—which he then uses to once again swirl his fingers around your clit, except with a much smoother and pleasurable slide.

Yep, there goes seventy percent.

“Shit,” you hiss out, thighs tensing in response to his affections. There’s little bolts of electricity that shoot up your spine with each complete circle Enjin draws over your clit, and you feel your gummy walls start to pulse around nothing. Fuck, they’re practically aching; and when you feel your orgasm start to burgeon from Enjin’s fingers, they simply ache more.

Fuck, you don’t know how he does it—how he’s able to maintain such a speed and rhythm that even you can’t manage on your own. How he’s able to draw you so close to orgasm so quickly.

“Feel good, baby?” Enjin presses, almost gleefully, speeding up his fingers and making your eyes roll back. “Do you like the way I play with your clit, hmm? Mmhmm, I think you do…”

Fuck him. Just fuck him. Fucking arrogant sex god.

“I wouldn’t go that far—I just know what my girl likes, that’s all.”

You’re briefly confused at Enjin’s statement. Until you realize you’d just muttered your thoughts out loud—and now there’s the biggest, cockiest smirk on his lips.

You’re in the middle of letting out a groan when Enjin abandons your clit in favor of sliding his fingers down to your slit, and with no warning he sinks them knuckle deep into your pussy.

The both of you vocalize in unison—Enjin with a drawn, rough groan of “fuuuuuck”; and you with a rather embarrassing moan.

“Fuck, baby, they went right in. Hah, holy shit—mmm, you’re so soaked. And just listen to those li’l whimpers… fuck…” He rumbles, voice a touch husky now. The first real sign that he’s even half as affected by the situation as you are.

And fuck. You can’t even help the noises you’re making; can’t even think about trying to bite them back. His fingers piston into you with slow precision, simply opening up your gooey walls and pressing into that gummy spot at the top. There’s a faint, slick squelch that accompanies each thrust, and it has your cheeks heating up.

“Want me to go faster, baby?” Enjin coos, curling those inked fingers up and sending euphoria through your veins. You’re still worked up from the stimulation to your clit, orgasm still eddying just beneath your tummy. “You’re twitching like fuckin’ crazy. You must be getting close, yeah?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod, body hotter than the goddamn sun. Each slide is just so good, so precise. Enjin knows exactly what he’s doing. Knows exactly how to rub, how to curl. Knows which spots to press on and when to do so. The thought of feeling him fingerfuck you faster has your cunny clenching tightly.

“Fuck—god, you’re so hot.” Over your own low moans and squelching cunt, you can hear a few other noises—labored breathing and the ruffle of fabric. You peel open your eyes long enough to glance over, and you’re immediately struck with a chord of panic.

Enjin has completely abandoned the wheel, one hand tucked into your cunt and the other palming over his cock, which tents up his pants like a goddamn flagpole. And the only thing actually steering the wheel?

His knee.

Your eyes widen. “Enjin—”

“I got it.” He cuts you off, a little sharply. He hisses through his teeth and gives his cock a squeeze. “I won’t fuckin’ wreck—this shit’s painful, okay? I’m so hard I could cut steel. Fuck.”

Had he not sped up his fingers to distract you, the anxiety may have swallowed up your arousal; but now, his fingers were pistoning into you so roughly and wetly that your brain starts to turn to mush from the stimulation. So you drop it, and melt back into your seat, letting your thighs spread open even further. Letting his fingers spear to your swollen, soft cervix.

Fuck, it feels so fucking good. To have his fingers spread you open over and over, fucking a straight pool from your cunt that soaks into the seat below you. His rough pads pressing into your sweet spot with every drag—shit, you’re getting so close.

“Fuck—good girl. That’s it. Stay quiet and let me fingerfuck this pussy nice and deep—hah, shit. Mnngggh, good girl…”

You can’t even tell who’s feeling the most pleasure—you or Enjin. His hand works so furiously over his cock, low groans and curses erupting from his throat like some wild river; you swear the jeep may be rocking side to side, though you aren’t sure why.

“Fuckin’—pussy’s divine, baby. Squeezin’ my fingers—god, I just wan’a bury m’cock in it.” Enjin slurs, and the suggestion alone—the phantom stretch of his fat cock spreading you open—is enough to have your legs shaking.

If he keeps going like this—

“‘Jin—‘m close.” You whine, hips starting to rut forward. Each buck has your puffy clit connecting with his rough palm, and it only serves to built that tension even more.

“Fuck, yeah? Gonna cum? Mmm, that’s a good fuckin’ girl—c’mon, make a mess on my fingers. Shit, hell, make sure it soaks into the seat, too—cum f’me, baby; give it to me.”

That’s really the final straw for you—his fingers fucking your cunt, palm pressing your clit, and filthy words falling from his lips. Your vision whites when it hits, slit gushing around his fingers and clit pulsing to the rhythm of your fast heartbeat.

No one’s ever been able to make you cum just from fingering like this—not even yourself.

“Shiiiit, baby—mhmm, I got you. You’re okay, baby. Good girl, just ride it out, sweetheart.”

You don’t even really register the way Enjin is guiding you through the aftershock. You can feel his fingers sliding slowly in and out of your pussy, can hear the warm heat of his voice—but you’re a bit fuzzy right now, body still gripped by searing euphoria.

So it takes you an embarrassing few moments to actually float back down to reality, and the first thing you really register is Enjin’s shit-eating smirk. Like he’s so proud of himself.

Maybe it would look more convincing if the front of his pants weren’t tented and stained with precum. He’s so worked up, even though he doesn’t want to show it with his expression.

But you know how to play that game, too.

You grip his wrist, only twitching slightly when his fingers slide out of your gooey cunt, and guide his tatted hand up. Enjin watches you, smirk still on his face but eyes curious—and you keep the contact steady when you wrap your lips around his dewy fingers.

Enjin’s eyes grow wide as you suck and twirl your tongue around the digits, and the smirk falls from his face.

“Holy shit,” he hisses, gaze darkening. “Holy fuck.” He repeats, like some sort of parrot. “That’s fucking—mmm, shit—that’s so hot, baby.”

You pull your mouth off with a satisfying pop and examine your work. “All clean.” You quip lightly, releasing your grip on his wrist. But it stays in the air, almost as if Enjin can’t use the brain power required to retract it back to his person.

He’s staring at you with an expression that’s a bit unreadable, and his lips twitch, almost like he’s about to speak—

The jeep jerks savagely and there’s sound of metal scraping, and it seems to snap Enjin back to reality. His hands fly to the wheel to right the course, and his eyes glue themselves back to the road.

“Shit,” he hisses, and you draw your legs together and cozy yourself up to the window, a satisfied smile on your face.

Sure, you may be the one whose body feels like absolute goo right now, but you know you definitely won that little game that Enjin so desperately wanted to play.

[clover-writes-things]

Thinking about sex pollen trope with Yamada Asaemon Shion. Like the pollen drains your tao and he can clearly see it dwindling and you both know the only way heal it is bochu jutsu

[southside-otaku]

PLEASE THIS IS GENIUS!! I was already cooking something up for him so I may lowkey write this too omg am I out of my slump?!

[clover-writes-things]

OMG plz i would be so grateful and eat that shit up if you wrote it !!!😩 😭

[clover-writes-things]

Thinking about sex pollen trope with Yamada Asaemon Shion. Like the pollen drains your tao and he can clearly see it dwindling and you both know the only way heal it is bochu jutsu

[notiddygothgf]

✮ PROTOCOL ― Aki Hayakawa x F!Reader

✮ cw/tags: pwp, smut, drunk sex, one night stands (or is it?), coworkers to lovers, NOT EDITED WHOOPS #imrushing to go see the csm movie rn

✮ a/n: i know one of you is very happy to see this. WELLLL AS PROMISED (though ik im late), here is the first installment of the kinktober series (which lowkey may turn into NNN too hehe). this has been absolutely gruesome to right and took me soooo long... @mrshayakawaa, this is our baby. i couldn't have done it without you. ITS NOT EDITED because I realllllly wanted to get this out before I went to go see the new CSM movie so!!! enjoy!!! i'll prob come back and edit it later #sorrynotsorry. hope this makes up for my absence a bittttt x

(ok idk why it wont save the spaces i made between scenes but wtv i give up cuz im running late! i'll fix tn)

✮ wc: 24k

THE MISSION WAS far more tedious than you had planned for. It was an out-of-town mission, too. Some housekeeping that the Kyoto sector apparently was too understaffed to handle. Between the blood, the guts, and the fact that the damned devil exploded and gave birth to what had to have been hundreds of mini devils, it was… well, it was shit. Utterly exhausted by the day’s events, you and your division sat in complete silence the whole car ride over to the hotel.

You sat in the backseat of your supervisor’s car, crammed between Denji and Power (who were, as always, bickering over something stupid), head pressed up against the window to cool down. You were beyond tired, yes, but your mind refused to settle down, and it wasn’t a result of the mission.

In the driver’s seat, Lieutenant Captain Hayakawa – your partner and supervisor – gripped the steering wheel like he owned it. Two big, strong hands wrapped around it, tilted it to the side to follow a curve in the road – for a moment, your eyes betrayed you, following the intricate scars on his skin, the veins on the backside of his hand. On his right hand, which sat atop the wheel, a gash was healing. It was something small, something you probably shouldn’t have noticed, but that was just the thing.

There were a lot of things about him you’d begun to notice lately. The two of you had been partners for quite some time. It hadn’t always been smooth sailing, but the two of you got along fairly well. For the most part, anyway.

He wasn’t easy to ruffle, but when you did manage it – when your teasing hit just the right nerve, or when his calm, responsible act cracked for just a second – you felt victorious. He’d shoot back with some sharp remark, you’d bicker like siblings, and eventually, it would settle into that comfortable rhythm the two of you seemed to share.

But lately… something had shifted.

You told yourself it was stupid, that you were only noticing him this way because of his hair – longer now, tied back in that neat band, that stupid ponytail attracting your gaze far too often. Or maybe it was the fact that you’d been in a dry spell for months, and your mind was starved for any excuse to wander. Yeah. That had to be it.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was simply getting finer with age. No longer was he the broody, short-haired 19 year old you’d been paired with. Now, he was taller, shoulders broader, muscles a little more pronounced. And you… well, you weren’t blind.

And yet, the thought didn’t stick.

Because the image of him standing between you and that thing – unflinching, steady – played over and over in your head like a broken reel. The sharp swing of his blade, the exact way his shoulders squared, the rise and fall of his calm, precise breathing. That look in his eyes that you hadn’t noticed before – focused, unshakable, like nothing in the world could touch him.

He hadn’t faltered. Not even for a second.

The chill of that moment hadn’t left your skin. If he hadn’t been there… if he hadn’t moved in front of you without hesitation, you wouldn’t have been leaning against this car window. Hell, you wouldn’t have been there at all.

He had saved your life.

The car finally rolled to a stop in front of the hotel, the soft hiss of the brakes jolting you out of the half-daze you’d fallen into. You blinked against the neon glow of Kyoto’s streets, the night pressing heavy and damp against the glass.

When the trunk popped, you climbed out with the others, dragging your legs like they weighed double what they should. Denji and Power shoved past each other, bickering about who was grabbing which bag, and you muttered something under your breath before reaching in to snag your own. The straps cut into your palms, the weight pulling you forward, and you nearly bumped shoulders with Aki as he pulled his suitcase free with practiced ease.

You didn’t look at him directly – not really – but you felt him there, just a little too close, quiet as always. The memory of his blade cutting through the dark flashed in your mind again, sharp as glass. You swallowed hard and told yourself not to think about it, not to think about him.

The automatic doors opened with a soft rush of cool air, and you followed behind your supervisor, the marble floor clicking beneath your boots. The lobby was bright, polished, almost too clean compared to the day you’d just had. You were still stuck replaying that moment when you overheard the conversation Aki was having with the receptionist.

“Sorry,” the desk clerk said, polite but firm, eyes flicking up from his computer. “We don’t have any reservations under that name.”

“Fuck, I never actually called, did I?” The young captain groaned, dropping his head against the surface of the counter. “Of course I fucking didn’t,” Then, raising his head up and pinching the bridge of his nose, he added, “Do you… uh… do you have any other rooms available?”

Himeno stepped forward from where she was standing, folding her arms over the counter and leaning forward as if she, too, were desperate to find anything, at this point in the evening.

A minute passed. An agonizing minute, filled with nothing but the sound of keys clicking. Then, the desk clerk pursed his lips. “Okay, yeah, we have some availability. Two rooms. I can do one with two full beds and a pullout, and one queen suite.”

“Is that all you have?” Aki sighed, clearly unsatisfied.

Before he could add anything more, Himeno interjected, “We’ll take it.”

Aki whipped his head around, glaring daggers into her head. “That won’t be enough room for all of us. Someone’s gonna have to share a bed.”

Himeno shrugged. “Two of us take the queen. Three of us take the double beds and the couch, and we should be good,” She paused, then added, “What’s our other option? Keep walking around ‘til we find somewhere to crash? Our phones are dead, Aki. You saw the situation. There’s nothing out here for a while. Suck it up.”

Good point.

“Fine,” Aki sighed, “We’ll take the rooms.”

“Fine,” Aki exhaled, resignation in the sound. “We’ll take the rooms.”

The clerk clicked around, tapped a few keys, then slid two plastic key cards across the counter with a tired smile. Himeno snatched one without hesitation.

“Oh, and I’m not sharing a bed,” she said breezily, already turning toward the elevators. “I’ll crash with the two dipshits. You’re with her.”

Your heart sank straight through the floor.

No…

“You’re joking,” Aki muttered, twirling the key around his finger like it might burn him. But Himeno didn’t even glance back – her laugh trailed behind her as she disappeared down the hall with Denji and Power.

That left you and him.

Don’t leave me alone with him, Himeno.

You tried to swallow the sudden tightness in your throat. “I’m… sure there’s a couch I can crash on. Normally, the rooms have one,” you murmured as the two of you headed toward the second elevator.

Aki pressed the up button with two fingers. “Bullshit. Like I’m letting you sleep on the couch.”

Ugh. You and your damn chivalry, you thought. Of course he wouldn’t.

Still, that wouldn’t stop you from trying.

He’d sooner suffer himself than allow you any discomfort. That was the kind of man he was, and the kind of man you found so frustratingly hard to be around. Because it made your chest tighten. It made you feel seen when you didn’t… want to be.

The elevator dinged softly, the doors parting with a slow drag. You both stepped inside, the air-conditioning in the lift almost too cold against your sweat-dampened skin. Your reflection flickered faintly in the brushed steel walls, your nerves painted across your face.

“Really, I don’t mind the couch,” you tried again as the doors sealed shut, the world outside cut off with a faint hiss. “Aki, you need rest. I’m fine, really.”

His gaze shifted toward you then, just for a second, before returning to the glowing floor numbers above. “And what kind of man would I be if I let that happen? You’re my partner.” His tone carried the weight of finality, but softer underneath, reluctant. “You take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

Your chest ached, a quiet ache you buried quickly before it could show.

The elevator slowed, jolted, and the doors creaked open onto your floor. The carpet muffled your steps as you trailed behind him, your pulse strangely loud in your ears. Aki slid the key into the lock and scanned it, the red light flicking to green with a soft beep.

You held your breath as he pushed the door open.

The room was… a setup. Clearly meant for lovers, not two co-workers stuck out of town after a bloody mission. The bedspread was pristine, two towel swans perched neatly on the duvet, their necks curved into the shape of a heart. The curtains were drawn just enough to reveal a wide city view – lights glittering against the darkness, neon signs bleeding colors into the night.

You blinked, stunned into silence.

Aki dropped his gaze to the room, his frown deepening. “No couch.”

Shit.

You turned slowly, scanning again as if one might magically appear if you looked hard enough. “…I guess not.” You pointed toward the tray left neatly on the counter. “They gave us a bottle of Merlot and the room service number, though. I’ll be nice and buzzed on the floor.”

That earned you a quiet sigh. He let his bag slide from his shoulder and hit the carpet with a dull thud. “I’m showering first. I feel like shit.”

Okay. Tough crowd.

You nodded quickly, anything to avoid meeting his eyes. “Go ahead.”

He didn’t say anything else. Just grabbed the handle of his bag and tugged it closer to the bathroom door before shutting himself inside. The sound of running water followed almost immediately, steady and muffled behind the wall.

You exhaled slowly, as if you’d been holding your breath since Himeno’s declaration downstairs. Your fingers busied themselves unpacking little things, laying them neatly on the counter by the TV: a mini first aid kit, lotion, the spare change of clothes you’d stuffed haphazardly in your bag. You lined them up like the order would keep you grounded, like if everything looked neat on the outside, your insides would stop feeling so messy.

The city lights spilled across the room in fractured patterns, a reminder of how far from home you were, how detached this moment felt. Just you. Just him. One bed.

You glanced toward the bathroom door, steam already beginning to cloud the edges of the mirror on the wall.

What were you supposed to do now?

The room was quiet enough that you could hear the faint hum of the vent, the deeper rush of water from behind the bathroom door. The steady stream of the shower should have been soothing. Instead, it only made you more aware of him. Aki. Just a wall away.

You turned toward the window, if only to distract yourself.

The curtains had been drawn to showcase the view, and it was a view worth pausing for. The city stretched out, streets glittering with headlights that streaked past in ribbons of red and white. Neon signs pulsed against the dark, broken occasionally by taller silhouettes of glass and steel. In the reflection, your face stared back, smudged with exhaustion, softened by the glow.

The rain was starting again. It hadn’t been more than a drizzle when you left the car, but now it pressed harder against the glass, the drops forming streaks that blurred the city lights into watercolor.

You leaned your forehead gently against the cool pane, closing your eyes.

One bed.

The thought circled back, unrelenting.

Of all the possible arrangements, of all of the ways things could’ve worked out, of course this was how it had to be. You cursed Himeno in your head, though some part of you knew she hadn’t done it entirely by accident. She liked to push, to prod, to stir things that might otherwise stay buried. And maybe she thought she was being clever, pairing you off, giving you an opportunity you’d never take yourself.

But she didn’t have to live in the skin of it. She didn’t have to sit with this tightness in her chest, the nervous awareness of every little detail: the sound of running water, the fact that Aki was right there…

You shifted away from the window, arms crossing over your chest. No use getting lost in that.

The steam was starting to seep from the bathroom, curling faintly at the corners of the mirror across the room. It fogged the edges, warping your reflection into something unrecognizable. You hated that it mirrored how you felt – blurry, muddled, not quite yourself.

You tried to focus on anything else. The ridiculous towel swans perched on the duvet, their curved necks touching in a heart. The unopened bottle of Merlot left with two glasses, like the hotel was mocking you. The silence of the room beyond the muffled water, pressing in so thick it almost had weight.

Your thoughts spun out in too many directions. What if he insisted again about the bed? What if he argued until you had no choice but to give in? What if you woke in the middle of the night, both of you too aware of the other’s presence? The possibilities all ended in the same place – your heart racing, your chest aching, your mind refusing to quiet.

You rubbed your hands down your face, frustrated with yourself. 

It was just one night. People shared rooms all the time. It didn’t mean anything. You could survive this without losing your composure.

But then you thought of him again. His voice was low, steady, even when he was irritated. His eyes were sharp but softened by exhaustion. The image of his shoulders tense beneath his coat as he’d argued with Himeno, fighting for something as simple as more space, as if even that was his responsibility to shoulder.

You pressed your palm against the cool glass once more, grounding yourself.

It didn’t matter. You wouldn’t let it matter.

Still, when the water shut off, your body went rigid. The silence that followed was even heavier than before, broken only by the faint scuff of feet against tile. The bathroom door clicked open, and a wave of steam spilled into the room.

Instead of looking back (like the more perverted part of you desperately wanted to), you kept your eyes out the window, trained on the view and definitely not the blurry reflection of his shadow in the window. The rain beat down against the clear panes, cooling your head.

“It’s coming down hard out there now,” You huffed out, breath fogging the glass. “Himeno was right. We would have been out there with no gas in the rain.”

The sound of a bag rustling behind you beckoned your attention. When you turned around, there he was, all six-feet-three-inches of your partner. He was damn near naked, wearing nothing more than a towel around his waist. His chest was bare, and you couldn’t peel your eyes away – again, you weren’t blind. The guy was fucking chiseled, well-defined muscles lining his scarred frame, and you observed him with a strange sort of hunger. Your eyes focused on a droplet of water that trickled down the swell of his broad chest, dripped down his abs and disappeared below the towel around his waist.

Holy fucking shit.

Aki scooped his damp, dark hair into the palm of his hand, slicking it back and out of his pretty face. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

You swallowed, licked your lips, and maybe it was just your hormones talking, but the temperature in the room seemed to climb a couple of notches. “Right,” You cleared your throat, peeling your eyes away from him. “Thanks.”

You weren’t looking. No, you definitely weren’t looking, which is why it was so strange that your mouth felt like it had been stuffed full of fucking cotton. 

Instead of unpacking what that was about, you plucked one of the neatly folded robes off of the bed and tossed it over your shoulder, casting your gaze to the carpeted floor and walking past him.

You closed the bathroom door quietly behind you, like you were scared to disrupt him, to make any sort of noise that indicated you were feeling any differently than you had been a few months prior, before these thoughts of yours had started.

The second you twisted the knob, steam filled the little space, curling against the mirror until it blurred your reflection into nothing. You stepped beneath the spray and tilted your head back, closing your eyes as the first rush of hot water slammed over you. It was almost too hot, almost painful, but that was what you wanted… something to burn away the grime and tension of the mission.

When you reached up to work the shampoo into your hair, a faint pink tint swirled down with the suds. You stilled, fingers pausing at your scalp, and watched as the water carried it away, diluted it, spun it into nothing more than a whisper of red before it vanished into the drain. Blood. Leftover, clinging to you from earlier, soaked deep into strands and hidden against your scalp.

The sight should not have unnerved you. It was part of the job. Every devil left some piece of itself behind. But standing there, watching the water run red, it felt… different than your post mission showers normally did. 

And, no, it wasn’t the hotel shampoo.

You thought of Aki again, the way he had stepped in front of you without hesitation when things went bad, the way his blade had cut through air and gore like it was second nature. The way he always put himself in the line first, as if his body were nothing more than a shield for the rest of you to hide behind.

Always the hero, even at the cost of his own life.

You pressed your fingers into your scalp, scrubbing until it stung. If you could just get clean – if you could just make the blood go away – maybe you could stop thinking about him like that. But even when the water finally ran clear, even when you had rinsed it all away, his face lingered, carved sharp in your mind.

Because he was perfect. The fact of the matter was that he was everything you could have wanted in a man. The fact that you couldn’t have him – even just a taste of him – pained you.

Gently, you lathered up your breasts, being sure to clean your nipple piercings with care. They weren’t new, not by any stretch – about three years old, in fact – but they were sensitive. Himeno had dared you to do them on a whim, and you had lost a bet.

You finished quickly, moving through the rest of your routine in a haze. Soap, conditioner, rinse. By the time you shut off the water, your skin was flushed pink from heat and your lungs felt heavy with steam.

Okay. This is normal.

It’s not like we’re naked, we just… don’t have pajamas.

Yeah. That’s it.

You towelled yourself dry in silence, dragging lotion across your arms and legs in deliberate strokes, like the ritual itself might anchor you back into your own body. Then you shrugged into the robe hanging on the back of the door and cinched it tight, tying the belt in a knot you didn’t trust your shaking hands to undo anytime soon.

When you finally stepped out, the hotel room was dim, shadows softened by the glow of the city bleeding in through the windows.

You spotted him instantly. Aki was outside, on the balcony, leaning against the railing, a cigarette caught between two fingers. The robe he wore hung loosely off his shoulders, the fabric belted low on his hips.

Be strong. You froze for a second too long, breath hitching before you forced yourself forward.

He’s off limits.

Crossing the room, you passed behind him on your way to the balcony. And, no, you didn’t gawk. You absolutely did not let your eyes linger on the broad line of his back, the muscles shifting beneath the robe when he lifted his arm to take another drag. You didn’t think about how solid he looked, how steady, how everything about him seemed carved out of something like stone, and fuck…

You kept your eyes forward. Definitely.

Still, your pulse fluttered like it hadn’t gotten the memo.

“I’m done,” you said softly as you slid the glass door open, stepping into the night air beside him.

Aki exhaled a plume of smoke, eyes tracking the storm beyond the balcony. “I was beginning to think you died in there,” he murmured, voice even, almost indifferent.

“Shut up,” You sighed. “You’ve only got so much hair to wash.”

It was colder out there, for sure, but you could feel the warmth radiating off of him in waves, and that was more than enough for you. You joined him, leaning against the balcony like you weren’t ogling him only a minute prior. Your eyes dropped down to the calm city streets below, to the gentle movement of traffic. 

“Just think. Somewhere in this hotel, Himeno and Denji are probably wrangling Power into the bathtub,” You commented, nudging his shoulder with yours.

I’m trying really hard to not focus on how strange this is.

He huffed out something between a sigh and a laugh. “Never thought about it that way.”

A gust of wind blew in from below, gently moving his hair. He looked prettier with it down, if that were even possible. It felt as if – the moment that damned ponytail came up, it was all strict business. Now, when it was just the two of you out there where no one else could see you, away from the devils, the city, all of it, the air felt thicker. He looked younger, calmer, and the dark strands framed his face like it was intentional.

He took your breath away.

“I think I’m so used to the chaos of their company that I almost… forgot what it felt like to not have to deal with it,” He added after a beat. His eyes flickered between a neighboring building and your face, sapphire pools catching the light of the moon just right. 

“She’s doing you a favor, believe me,” You said, clapping a hand down on your partner’s shoulder. “What do you say we crack open that bottle of wine and relax inside?”

He sighed again, shoulders dropping with the weight of it, “God, I could use a drink.”

He moved quickly after that, stubbing his cigarette out on the railing and flicking it out over the balcony. The two of you stepped inside of the room, closing the sliding door once you were indoors. 

Unceremoniously, you opened your arms and flopped onto the bed. The mattress was plush, soft, sinking beneath your weight. Fumbling around the nightstand, you reached for the TV remote and flicked it on.

In front of you, you heard the soft twist of metal against glass. Aki worked the cork out with steady hands, the faint pop sounding far louder than it should in the quiet. He poured with practiced ease, the deep red spilling into two glasses until the room smelled faintly of wine.

He crossed the room and handed you one, his fingers brushing yours for half a second longer than necessary. You clinked them together with a small grin.

“Think they got any good movies on here?” you asked, flipping through the bland hotel channel menu, most of it pay-per-view garbage.

Aki settled onto the bed next to you with his own glass. He was a respectable distance away, of course, keeping a foot between the two of you and settling for leaning up against the headboard instead of laying down. There was a clear barrier between your body and his. A line that you weren’t ballsy enough to cross.

Still, it would have been so easy to reach over and…

He took a sip, the lamplight catching the flush of exhaustion still high on his cheekbones.

But your eyes stayed on the flickering TV, because looking too long at him in that quiet, dim-lit room felt… dangerous. He was remarkably beautiful, even now. The kind of pretty that made your heart ache – boyish features weighed down by years of stress, dark hair still damp from the shower, framing his face. From here, you could see the faint quirk in his lip as he grimaced at the taste of the wine.

“Doubt it,” he muttered, completely unaware of your plight. “You’re hard to please.”

When he relaxed against the headboard, slouched over ever-so-slightly, the fabric of his robe shifted over his chest, giving way to a glimpse of more skin. Despite feeling like an amish man, you reeled it in, trying not to stare at him.

Because, shit, you could think of one thing that would please you quite easily.

Don’t be stupid.

A laugh spilled forth from your lips before you could stop it – at his comment, at your thoughts, at the absurdity of this whole entire situation. You wound up clicking on some movie you only vaguely recognized the name of, deciding to hope that it would make a worthwhile distraction. If you kept your eyes on the screen, maybe you wouldn’t have to look at Aki. Maybe then your heart would stop its incessant racing.

“We should make a toast,” You commented, watching the black screen fade into starting credits. You swished the wine around in your glass mindlessly.

Aki didn’t look away from the television screen when he hummed, “Mission’s not finished yet.”

“So what?” You teased. Waving your glass around (rather haphazardly, considering the two of you were lounging on a pearly white bedspread and the wine was very red), you added, “Let’s toast… to… to not dying. How about that? A toast to one more day above ground?”

Shit, in Public Safety, every day above ground was something to toast to.

Aki chuckled tiredly, and it was single-handedly the most attractive thing you’d ever heard in your entire life. Still, he lifted his glass up. “To one more day above ground.”

Your glasses clinked when they met in the middle.

The food tray sat forgotten on the nightstand, a mess of half-eaten fries and skewered bits of chicken scattered like the remains of some small feast. Aki had ordered it without asking, like it was the most natural thing in the world, and you hadn’t argued. Drunk food always tasted better anyway.

Now, though, both your appetites had slowed. He was stretched out beside you on the bed, glass still in hand, his body sinking deeper into the mattress than you’d ever seen. Aki never really relaxed… at least, not around you, not in the way that counted, but tonight there was no mistaking it. His shoulders weren’t taut with tension, his jaw wasn’t set. His robe hung loose, the belt tied without much care, one edge falling open to expose the hard line of his chest.

You caught yourself staring. More than once. Okay, maybe even a handful of times. Hell, you were staring right now.

The wine had flushed his cheeks a soft pink, heat bleeding down his throat, and his eyes, normally so sharp, had softened into something half-lidded. He was drunk, though not nearly as much as you were. You could feel your head spinning slightly when you tried to sit up straighter, so you gave in and leaned back on the pillows instead, laughing at nothing in particular.

“You’re–” You snorted into your glass. “You’re way too composed. It’s not fair.”

Aki gave the wine in his glass a lazy swirl, watching the deep red catch the light. “Trust me. I’m feeling it.”

“Liar,” you shot back, nudging his leg with your knee. The contact lingered, neither of you moving away.

He didn’t answer immediately, just turned his head toward you, and for a moment the air went strangely quiet – just the faint hum of the TV. His gaze lingered long enough that you felt your face warm, though whether it was the alcohol or him, you couldn’t say.

For a moment, you had been able to forget about this whole… situation. You. Him. Two bottles of wine deep, sprawled out on a bed wearing only robes. It was ridiculous, by all means, and far too intimate of a predicament to be in with your supervisor.

Yet, there you were.

And when the screen flickered to another scene in the film 

And when the screen flickered to another scene in the film, you blinked up at it – then promptly choked on your sip of wine. Of course. A sex scene. The volume wasn’t even that high, but the moans still filled the room, echoing around the pristine hotel walls, and suddenly it felt like the air had thickened.

You shot Aki a sideways glance, but he was already trying very hard to look anywhere but the TV. His lips pressed together, his jaw tight, like if he didn’t move a muscle the moment would pass unnoticed.

It was so awkward you had to say something. Anything.

“She’s so faking it,” you blurted, gesturing toward the screen with your glass.

That got him. His mouth twitched, and then he snorted softly. “No shit. We’re not watching a porno.”

“You’re acting like girls don’t fake it in the pornos, too,” You giggled softly, “Hell, I’ve faked it before.”

Aki tilted his head, tufts of raven hair falling into his face as he did so. “Why bother?”

“Saves time,” You shrugged noncommittally. Pausing, you took a sip. “And ego.”

“Yours or theirs?” He sighed. In his hand, he swished the glass of wine around. You watched the blood red liquid lap at the sides, never quite daring to spill over. Controlled, just like everything else he did. His blue eyes were hazy, half-lidded, “I think… if I knew a girl had to fake it just to save my ego, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night. I’d rather she just tell me it sucked.”

“Happens more often than you’d think,” You noted with a hum. Shifting your weight onto your side, you adjusted your body until you were fully facing him. Until the moans and clatter on the television screen faded into the background. “Most guys don’t even know what the clit is.”

It was too much. Far too much. You had crossed a line. That much was evident in the way Aki, who had just taken a sip of his wine, promptly choked on the liquid. 

You probably should have apologized for being so crass in front of your boss. However, given the fact that you were inebriated, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “What? We’re all adults here.”

Great. Just dig the hole deeper, why don’t you?

“God, this is wrong. It’s… it’s completely inappropriate,” Aki rolled onto his back, gazing up at the ceiling. “You and I shouldn’t be in the same room… let alone the same bed. We shouldn’t be drinking, and we sure as hell shouldn’t be talking about anatomy.”

“Probably not,” You laughed. The world seemed to sway a bit when you did. “You’re one of those guys, aren’t you?”

You should probably stop asking him that.

“We should be following protocol,” He added, as if that would stop the onslaught of questions pouring from your mouth. “You should be asleep and I should be over there on the floor. Maybe even the bathtub. As far away from you as a captain should be.”

“You should be answering my question,” You tapped a finger against your glass impatiently. “...Unless you’re a virgin, captain.”

You’re gonna get fired. You thought.

But he didn’t fire you. Instead, he actually humored you.

Talk about how inappropriate that comment was and how theres a moment of silence where she holds her breath cuz she knows its out of pocket, but to her surprise aki answers her.

The words hung between you like smoke, heavier the longer the silence stretched.

Your heart stuttered, realization dawning far too late that you had just crossed a line. A dangerous one. Talking to your superior like that? In a hotel room, half-drunk, in robes? You might as well have signed your resignation letter on the dotted line. You swallowed, fighting the urge to backpedal, waiting for the reprimand, the sharp rebuke – maybe even the cold dismissal.

But none came.

Instead, Aki only looked at you. His eyes flickered briefly over your face, unreadable, the kind of silence that made your chest ache from holding your breath.

Then, slowly, he quirked a brow. “Definitely wouldn’t use that word to describe me,” he said at last, his voice dry, tinged with the faintest thread of humor. His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Involuntarily celibate, maybe.”

He’s not a virgin.

You weren’t sure why the confession made you feel so strange. It’s not that you particularly expected him to have held off this long. Hell, he was 22. He was drop-dead gorgeous. You weren’t stupid. 

Still, the image of Aki’s lips on another woman’s neck, his hands reaching down beneath her skirt…

Fuck. It confused you. You didn’t know whether you wanted to know more or close your ears and pretend you hadn’t heard any of it. 

Still, you supposed you had been the one to breach the subject…

“Ha! I barely even have time to clean with all of this gun devil shit. The last thing I need is to get in bed and have to fake a good time with a guy I barely know,” You laughed aloud. “But you? I’m surprised.”

“About what?” He asked.

“About you being celibate,” You said. “You’re pretty enough. I’m surprised you don’t get more play.”

This whole conversation is ridiculous and should stop.

“It’s not that,” He corrected you, eyes following a crack in the paint on the ceiling. “Believe me when I tell you I’ve gotten more letters from secret admirers in my office mailbox than I’m willing to admit. I’m just not interested.”

You tilted your head, wine loosening your tongue. “You gay?”

His head turned sharply, eyes snapping to you, and the look he gave had you laughing before you could help it. Loud, unrestrained, spilling out of you as though it might cover how reckless that question had been.

And then, suddenly, he moved.

One second you were still laughing, the next his hand was brushing over your shoulder, catching the loose edge of your robe. He tugged it back into place with an uncharacteristic gentleness, straightening the fabric where it had slipped open.

Oh.

You froze.

The laughter died in your throat, leaving only the deafening silence that followed. He didn’t look away this time. His hand lingered just a beat too long on the knot at your waist, and when his eyes finally met yours, steady and unblinking, you forgot how to breathe.

The pause stretched, fragile and thin, and the air between you seemed to shift, thicken, like you were both suddenly too aware of how close you were, of the heat bleeding between you.

And then, just as abruptly, he cleared his throat and pulled back.

“It’s the same way for me,” he said quietly. “I haven’t found anyone worth keeping around. Maybe that’s harsh, I don’t know. Most girls I’ve gone out with have been… painfully boring. That, or they expect me to fall in love with them after one night.”

I hope I don’t bore him, You thought. Truthfully, though, you kept him on his toes enough to know that that simply wasn’t true.

No, you knew you stressed him the fuck out.

“From my experience, it’s usually the guys who can’t keep up a conversation,” You noted. Truthfully, you had carried more dates on your back than you were willing to admit. 

“We’re… holding a conversation right now, aren’t we?” He replied.

“Yeah, but you’re different.”

“How so?”

You’re so different, you don’t even know it. You thought. So different, in fact, that you hadn’t been able to look another man in the eyes since your… strange feelings towards Aki started.

Why? Well, because no one compared. No, in every pair of easy eyes, he was there. His ocean blue irises. His stern expression. His deep, commanding voice.

That was exactly the problem. In every man you tried to meet, every time you even tried to get the tension off, he was there.

Your eyes betrayed you, dropping down to the small patch of skin his robe revealed, to the dog tag necklace that rested on his chest.

“I don’t know, we just know each other well. We’re partners,” You waved your hand around in the air. “Maybe you’re just one of those guys who needs to really get to know someone before you feel comfortable around them.”

Aki quirked a perfectly arched brow at your words. “You telling me to fuck a friend?”

I mean, shitttt… You thought. It was depraved, of course, but something about the way the word fuck rolled off his tongue…

Dangerous.

“No, just someone you know,” You replied easily. “And I’m not used to hearing you use such debauched language, Captain. Watch your mouth, please.”

The conversation was breaching uncharted territory. You knew that. But, fuck, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Fuck off. You started it,” He took one final sip of his wine, then set the empty glass on the nightstand. “Plus, I don’t know many people who would want to get that involved with a Public Safety Officer. We’re good for one night stands, and that’s about it. Can’t have anything too permanent.”

“True that,” You stretched with a tired yawn. “We should probably stick to our kind, but that would get messy real fast.”

 “Very,” he replied. “That’s Himeno’s thing. Not mine.”

You turned your gaze back to the TV, not sure why you felt compelled to keep talking, to keep spilling. The sex scene was over, the two characters now lying in bed together, but the words kept coming anyway.

“That reminds me,” you said before you could stop yourself, “…I hooked up with this guy once who told me my head was bad.”

Aki arched that perfect brow, his expression deadpan. “He actually said that?”

You’re telling me.

“Yeah. Out loud. It’s always the dudes with trash game, too. Like, when I tell you he was biting me…” You polished off the rest of your own glass in one swig. “And then he had the nerve to tell me I was using too much teeth.”

“That’s audacious,” He uttered, and for a second, the words were just words – but there was a quiet weight to them, like he was thinking too much about it.

A beat of silence followed. The TV flickered, the movie continuing on-screen, but neither of you really watched. You knew it, and he knew it… you were avoiding something, tiptoeing around it in the dim hotel light.

Then, to your surprise, he added more. Lower this time, almost offhand, almost to himself: “I feel like going down on a girl would be easier than giving a blowjob.”

You froze mid-breath, eyes darting to the TV as though it could shield you from the words, but the heat crawling up your neck betrayed you. “…You’ve never gone… down?”

No response.

“…You’re kidding. A guy like you? Never?”

“Don’t start,” he snapped, but not harshly. More like warning you not to pry further. “Most of my escapades have been… rushed.”

Your mind spun. Rushed, sure– but…  “You could still give her something,” you murmured, before you could stop yourself. The words slipped out, soft, teasing, almost dangerous.

For a second, he looked at you, and something flickered in his gaze. That rare, unguarded side of him that came out only when you pushed just enough, only when the world outside wasn’t watching.

“Trust me, I do,” He answered, and for a moment, you swore his voice dropped just a notch. You swore you saw his eyes betray him, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze again. “But I guess you never know when someone’s faking it, do you?”

The words were enough to make you fucking bristle.

I cannot be imagining this tension.

“A lady shouldn’t have to ask for head,” You retorted.

“You try doing that when you have someone begging you to cut to the chase and give them what they want,” He answered right back. “Doesn’t mean I don’t give them theirs first. It’s all about how you use it.”

Your stomach clenched at the words. Yours first? You swallowed against the sudden heat rising to your cheeks, your mind flickering to images you weren’t supposed to be thinking about. You pictured him above you, the memory – or maybe the fantasy – playing like a private movie behind your eyes, and you felt your pulse spike.

God, you could picture him using it.

Yeah, his words paint a vivid image.

“You seem to have a high turnover rate,” you teased, pushing your words out with more confidence than you felt. “You sure you’re as good as you think?”

The grin that took over his face wasn’t quick. It was slow – perhaps a little tipsy, a subtle expression that graced his lips. Then, teasingly, he retorted, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Whatever,” you muttered to yourself.

It was not whatever.

You shifted, letting your arm stretch toward the nightstand. As you leaned over, your robe shifted just slightly, brushing against your skin in a way that made you hyperaware of him. You checked your phone, pretending that was the only reason for bending like that, but your gaze flicked up just enough to catch the faint trace of his eyes lingering – more than lingering – across your chest. More specifically, at the piercing bumps poking through the fabric.

He’s looking at my nipple piercings.

Before you could stop yourself, words tumbled out: “Do you want to see them?”

He blinked, almost caught off guard. “See what?”

“My piercings,” You added, as if that should have been obvious. (It should have).

Then, voice low and measured, a flicker of amusement in his tone: “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve just… I didn’t even know you could have piercings there.”

Heat pooled, your pulse jumping. You leaned back slightly, letting the robe settle but keeping just enough control to let him know you’d noticed the stare without giving away more than you meant to. The tension between you didn’t dissipate, though. It fucking thickened, charged with something you were a little too drunk to name.

And neither of you was making the slightest effort to stop it.

Oh, fuck it, you only live once.

“Give me your hand,” you said, voice low, teasing, letting the words slip out before your brain could intervene. You didn’t look at him directly, eyes tracing the shadowed corners of the hotel room instead, pretending the TV flicker was what kept your attention. But your chest tightened the moment his gaze flicked toward you.

“No,” he replied immediately, sharp, unyielding. The word sounded like a warning, but it only made your pulse spike.

“Gimme your hand,” you said again, a little firmer, a little bolder.

“This violates protocol. You know that, right?” he said, voice calm but carrying that unmistakable edge that made you bite back a laugh.

“I do,” you admitted, letting your lips curl into a smirk before you moved. Slowly, deliberately, you guided his hand into place – into your robe, letting it brush against your breast, ignoring the rapid beat of your own pulse. The moment his fingers touched your skin, a jolt ran through you, sudden and electric.

But he didn’t pull away.

His hand was gentle at first, almost careful, testing boundaries without crossing them. You felt the warmth radiating from him, the subtle pressure of his fingers against your piercing, his hand hot and warm against your skin. Your nipple stiffened up beneath his touch almost immediately, something you weren’t exactly proud of.

Why is this happening? you thought. It’s not supposed to feel so sensitive.

“Does...” he swallowed softly, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, voice laced with a kind of hesitance you rarely saw. “Does it hurt?”

“No…” you trailed off, your voice barely audible, and you found yourself looking at him instead of the TV, even though you knew you shouldn’t. His eyes caught yours, steady, unwavering, and for a moment, everything else – the light, the shadows, the sound of the air conditioner – faded.

And he wouldn’t stop looking at you, peering into your eyes like he was trying to pick you apart piece by piece.

You leaned closer, just slightly, the air between you taut with unspoken electricity. “Can I tell you something?” you murmured.

“Yeah…” he breathed, barely above a whisper, eyes fixed on you with that rare intensity that made your stomach flip.

“I’ve always thought you were… so fucking sexy. You know that?”

There. You said it. And the words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. Your stomach clenched, your chest felt too tight, and for a fleeting second, you wished you could take it back – but you didn’t.

His hand lingered. He hadn’t moved it, hadn’t pulled away, and every second it stayed there sent heat crawling along your skin, your pulse thrumming in rhythm with the dangerous tension between you.

But, then, wordlessly, his thumb caught on your piercing, brushing over your nipple in a way that was anything but accidental.

Oh, God, You shivered slightly, almost involuntarily, and the sound escaped your lips – a soft, shuddering noise you didn’t even realize you’d made.

“Fuck,” He jerked his hand back like he’d been burned, eyes wide and unfocused for a moment, but tinged with hunger. “We shouldn’t… this isn’t…”

“Aki, it’s okay,” you whispered, the words soft, steady, but firm enough to coax him. You leaned a little closer, daring, letting him see the challenge in your eyes, the teasing edge to your tone.

“If you think this is okay, then I have serious concerns about your relationship with authority,” He sighed, shaking his head, almost to himself. “I’m your supervisor.”

“You’re also hard,” you said, barely a murmur, teasing, daring, letting the words brush against the thin veil of propriety between you. As if to emphasize your point, you let your hand drop down to the tent that had begun to form at the front of his robe.

There’s no way this is really happening.

He blinked at you, as if startled by the movement – a little pent up, if anything, but he didn’t pull away. “Two things can be true at once,” he said, voice rougher now. 

“I think I like the one poking my leg more,” You grinned. You leaned a little closer again, heart thudding in your chest. “Could I… help you take care of it?” Your voice was soft, but your grin betrayed you.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” he said, tone warning, but you could hear the slight catch in his breath. His hand hovered, almost hesitant, over the space between you, and it made the air crackle with anticipation.

You saw it, now. He was just as repressed as you were.

“Has trouble ever looked this good?” you murmured, voice teasing, letting your eyes roam his face just long enough to watch the reaction flicker across his features.

“I don’t think I want Little Miss Trouble to bite my dick off,” he joked. You let out a quiet, breathy laugh.

“I just wasn’t… enthusiastic enough that time,” you murmured, voice low, teasing, but you were already crawling onto your hands and knees, already lowering yourself.

And he let you. He watched you with wide, dilated pupils as you crawled down the bed, nuzzling your head shamelessly into his crotch before looking up at him for approval.

You always had been a horny drunk. Still, you figured you would rather regret it in the morning.

“I’ll be good,” You cooed, “Promise. All you have to do is teach me.”

“We’re just drunk. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” His voice was low, steady, but you caught the catch in it, the way it stuttered just slightly like he didn’t fully believe what he was saying. His hand hovered, not quite touching, caught between restraint and need.

“Only if someone finds out,” you murmured, tilting your head, watching him too closely, savoring the shift in his expression. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He let out a sharp, humorless laugh, running his tongue across his teeth like he needed something to bite down on. His gaze flicked away toward the ceiling before snapping back to you. “Fuck, this is a horrible idea.”

You grinned, emboldened by the fracture in his resolve, and reached for the belt of his robe, fingers brushing over the fabric. You didn’t even get the chance to tug… it was his hand that shot out, gripping your wrist firm enough to stop you. 

“Aki–” you started, but then he tugged. Not enough to hurt, just enough to jolt you. Then he sat up, dragging you half with him before letting go and standing.

You fell back against the pillows, wide-eyed, breathless, watching him.

“What…?” you began, but stopped yourself, the words dying when you saw the way he moved. He wasn’t leaving. He was deliberate, slow, fingers working at the knot in the front of his robe.

He came to the side of the bed, looking down at you with a gaze that pinned you in place. His jaw was tight, his chest rising and falling like he’d just fought off a losing battle. And then he spoke, voice rough, controlled, but edged with something dangerous.

“On your knees.”

The command made your stomach flip, heat rushing down your spine.

You blinked at him, lips parting, body already reacting before your mind could catch up. The sheets tangled around your legs as you slid down off the bed, the carpet cool against your knees. When you finally looked up at him, waiting, his hand tightened on the belt, knuckles pale.

“Teach me,” you breathed.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, softer this time, but no less sharp.

You peered up at him through your lashes, taking a moment to reel it in. He looked even prettier from below.

For a moment, he just looked at you. Then his free hand reached out, fingers sinking into your hair, tugging your head back just slightly until your breath hitched.

“Don’t look at me like that unless you’re ready to put your mouth to use,” He uttered, and the words made you squeeze your thighs together, nails biting into flesh like you needed something to hold onto.

His hand slipped out of your hair to cup your jaw, lift your gaze up. His thumb caressed your mouth, catching on your lower lip to tug it down ever-so-slightly. 

A wicked grin crossed your lips as you reached for the belt of his robe, “Sir, yes, sir.”

And this time, as you peered up at him through half-lidded eyes, the fabric loosened under your fingers, parting just enough to tease the shape of what waited beneath.

Fuck, he’s bigger than I thought.

The breath caught in your throat. Awe flickered across your features, chasing away your grin for just a heartbeat as your eyes roamed lower. The sight of him made your stomach clench, a dizzying mix of nerves and hunger flooding your veins. Your hands slid down his stomach, his abs, his v-line, and then his thighs.

His hand lingered against your jaw, thumb still brushing your lip as though daring you to back down. “What’s wrong? Scared?” he teased, low and sharp, like he relished watching you falter.

You blinked up at him. Mama didn’t raise a bitch.

No, you could take him. All… god, what was that, nine inches?

Then, with a sudden bout of unwarranted boldness, you gripped him by the base of his cock, keeping eye contact the whole time. 

He huffed out something between a laugh and a sigh, tugging at your lip once more while telling you, “Open your mouth.”

You did exactly that, parting your lips without so much as another thought to make room for the thumb that pushed its way in. On instinct, you flattened your tongue.

“That’s it. Good girl,” He appraised you with a quiet hum. Pushed his thumb in a little deeper, just up against the back of your tongue. “Suck on it.”

Mindlessly, perhaps, you followed his command. You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking the digit into your mouth, coating it in your spit.

“You’re using teeth, pretty, open wider,” He leaned down a bit, staring down at you over the bridge of his nose like you were nothing. “Don’t make me pry it open for you.”

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it – the nicknames, the threat, the condescending look on his face… all of it.

Before you could protest, bite back with some petty retort, he slipped his thumb out and inserted two fingers instead. They were longer – long enough to make you gag when they practically slid down your throat.

“Wrap those lips tighter, you can do better than that,” He tutted gently. He pulled the digits out before pushing them back in. You wrapped your lips a little tighter around them, even as you felt drool spill out the corner of your lips, even as they reached deeper, deeper. “Tongue over your bottom teeth.”

He’s so mean.

The sound that came out of your mouth wasn’t something you were proud of – not quite a gag, not quite a moan, but something in between. Your chin was wet with spit as he slipped his fingers out of your mouth just to plunge them in again.

“Messy already?” He teased, “It’s just my fingers. I thought you wanted me to teach you?”

Cruel, so cruel, even as he fucked your mouth with his fingers, spread the digits open and closed them.

“Use your tongue. Come on, don’t be lazy,” He cooed, “It’s only a taste of what’s coming.”

The digits were heavy on your tongue – heavier when he pressed them down. Still, you obeyed him, hollowing your cheeks and working up a rhythm while you sucked them in and out of your mouth.

“You want some more baby?” he asks as she pulls his fingers out of her mouth

Baby, you thought. Holy fuck, I’m gonna pass out.

You adjusted, following his rhythm, cheeks hollowing, breath warming his skin. There was weight in the way he held you there – not just physical, but in the quiet authority he carried.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped up to meet his. The intensity there nearly undid you; it wasn’t just dominance, but something like restrained hunger, thinly veiled behind composure.

“Don’t look away,” he said softly, almost like a warning.

He drew his hand back slightly, and your instinctive reach toward him made his mouth twitch in approval. Somewhere along the line, that careful control of his slipped. His breath caught, his jaw tightened, and for a heartbeat, you could almost pretend you were sucking on something else.

“Keep going,” he murmured, voice lower now, rougher at the edges. “I didn’t say stop.”

Fuck, yes.

Feeling a little more confident than you probably should have, you sucked the digits in deeper, feeling them touch the back of your throat. The sensation was foreign – if you added up the size of every less-than-impressive man you’d been with, they probably still couldn’t compete. So, it should have come with no surprise that you gagged the moment they went too deep.

“Pathetic,” He tsked, withdrawing his fingers entirely. “If you can’t handle my fingers, then you definitely can’t handle the rest of me.”

To be frank, you weren’t entirely sure why you felt the need to impress him, but you did. It wasn’t just about learning. You wanted to prove him wrong – you wanted to do it.

So, naturally, you took the liberty of wrapping your hand around him once more, this time shifting yourself a little closer to him on your knees until your breath fanned out against his warm skin. You glanced up at him, up over the pale scars that marred his muscled skin, up through your lashes like you needed him. Then, slowly – like a cat approaching its prey – you leaned forward.

He quirked a brow, peering down at you like he had all night. Like nothing could phase him.

Well, that is, until you stuck your tongue out and licked a long stripe from the base to his tip, placing a kiss over his slit, keeping eye contact the whole time.

His chest rose. Fell, releasing a sigh.

Then, gruffly, he muttered, “Open your mouth.”

Uncertainly, you opened it.

“Wider,” He added, “Don’t make me tell you twice.”

You did exactly that. In fact, you weren’t the slightest bit ashamed as you parted your lips and stuck your tongue out, eagerly awaiting his command. You felt utterly obscene, in fact, but you had never felt prettier in your entire life than you felt beneath his domineering gaze.

Gripping the base, Aki placed the tip of his dick right on your tongue. For a moment, you just felt the weight of it, but before long, you were licking at it – collecting some of that salty precum onto your tongue and letting it melt into your tastebuds. It was real – a reminder that you weren’t making any of this up.

You flattened your tongue against the tip a few more times, content to lavish it with kitten licks until Aki told you otherwise. You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling as debauched as you were careless. Yet, still, there was something almost religious about the way he looked at you – pupils dilated, lips just slightly parted to make room for a trembling breath, face dusted with a pretty pink hue from your touch and the wine. You had long since abandoned the Catholic church, but, shit… 

It was divine.

“That’s it, baby,” He cooed softly, reaching a hand down to tangle it in your hair. “Just the tip, just like that. Pretend it’s like an ice pop.”

It was so damn obscene. To think that such dirty words were pouring from your superior’s mouth and it was all your faultwas enough to have you pressing your thighs together.

You giggled, words slurred against his cock, “Like an ice pop?”

This time, you dared to wrap your lips around it, using the soft skin to tease him – all but making out with his cock. The reaction was instant: Aki whispered out a quiet, “Fuck,” beneath his breath.

It wasn’t loud, not by any means, but it was enough to spur you on. Before long, you were using lips and tongue – licking over the slit, sucking the tip into your mouth just enough for him to be able to feel your lips around him. More of that salty precum dripped out onto your tongue, only making it messier, but you were drunk on the taste of him.

Well, you were drunk, period, but that was besides the point.

Like an ice pop.

Gently, you licked the tip a few more times before sucking it into your mouth – like running your tongue up the shaft of a cold ice pop on a warm Summer day. When more of that sweet goodness melted off the top, dripping down over your fingers, you quickly lapped it up. To be frank, you weren’t sure where these skills were coming from – or if you were even doing it right, but he hadn’t said anything yet, and if the way he was looking at you was any sort of indicator…

“You’re doing such a good job,” He complimented you. “I’m gonna give you more, okay?”

Right, You thought. He was only one inch in.

Then, he was pushing his hips forward ever-so-slightly. Immediately, you felt the stretch of your lips as they tried to wrap around him, the sensation of his cock filling your mouth out like it was meant to stay there forever. Slowly, so slowly, he gave you more of him – more, more, until your eyes began to water. You weren’t proud of the way you gagged like a virgin.

“Take it deeper. All the way, don’t stop,” He breathed out, cupping your jaw and petting you with his thumb. “Take all of it.”

Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.

Sorry Denji.

You tried, but you found yourself struggling to catch your breath. You’d never been with a man so well endowed before, and it was showing.

“Breathe through your nose,” He added, “Breathe.”

Shutting your eyes to focus, you tried to breathe in. Not through your mouth (obviously), but through your nose. It was a little tricky, but once you got the hang of it, you were good to go.

That is, until he startled you by giving you the rest of him, pushing in all the way until you gagged a second time – louder,too. Loud enough to echo.

Stop embarrassing yourself.

To your surprise, however, Aki didn’t seem to mind. No, if anything, he seemed to enjoy it. The thumb that had just been petting your cheek was now wiping the tears away from your eye. “You choking already?” He hummed at you. “You asked for this, remember? Eyes up.”

His words were starting to get to you. He was stern on the battlefield, so you supposed you should have known he would be stern in the bedroom, but, still. There was just something about hearing pure sin coming from his mouth that made your core boil with desire, heat pooling deep in your gut.

“Eyes on me,” He reiterated. This time, you listened, craning your neck back a bit so you could peer up at him through half-lidded eyes. The task proved to be quite difficult. “Don’t you dare look away.”

For a moment, the two of you sat there, eyes locked, you didn’t move. Neither did he. There was nothing beyond this – beyond you and him, exploring each other’s bodies for the first time while a movie played on low on the TV. Nothing more than the way he was fucking looking at you – like you were everything. Hair loose in his face, eyes hazy with lust – It was enough to fill your stomach with butterflies.

You needed to please him.

“Don’t just sit there,” The faintest hint of a smirk graced his lips, “You can move.”

It was much easier before he had his dick shoved down your throat. But, still, like always, you wanted to try for him. Gently, not wanting to gag hard enough to puke, you moved your head back, then forth. Back, then forth again until you found a rhythm. You were struggling to fit all of him, but fuck, you were so turned on that your head was spinning. The look on his face was something you would have paid to see.

All the while, you maintained eye contact with him.

“That’s it, just like that,” He egged you on, and, fuck, the words carried you through the motions, tickled your fancy just fucking right.

You started slow, easing into it, careful not to rush. There had been a tremor beneath your skin, that mix of nerves and want that made your breath catch in the back of your throat. You pulled back, then pushed forward again, testing the rhythm until it settled into something steady, something that made your pulse thrum harder against your ribs.

Every movement drew a reaction out of him – quiet, subtle, but enough. The sharp inhale when you shifted just right. The slight tightening at his jaw. The way his gaze never faltered, locked on you like he was memorizing every second. It made your stomach twist, heat rising fast, dizzying.

You had looked up at him and stayed there, your eyes locked with his. There had been no room to hide in that stare. It pinned you, rooted you in place, and somehow pushed you forward all at once. He looked wrecked already, undone in a way that made your chest ache.

“Shit,” he breathed, low and deliberate, like he knew exactly what his voice did to you. The sound of it rolled through you, smooth and unhurried, coaxing you to keep going. So you did. You found your rhythm again – back, forth, back  – and the air between you tightened, humming with something neither of you said aloud. Every time you sucked him back into your mouth, you went lower, lower.

It was the way he watched you that undid you most of all. Not the praise, not the tension – just that look.

Once you got the hang of it, you felt like a pro. The weight of him, the taste of him, the scent of the hotel’s bodywash still clinging to his skin – you tried committing all of it to memory. Tomorrow, this would all be a mistake, but right now?

Oh, it was anything but.

“Fuck, you got it,” He cooed breathlessly. You sped up just a little – hollowed your cheeks and created some suction while your tongue worked around him –  and his head rolled back, exposing the column of his neck.

Before you knew it, Aki’s hand was gripping your hair by the end, wrapping it around his fist until he had it pulled taut in his fist. Then, once he had you, he began meeting you in the middle – thrusting his hips up just enough to slip in a little deeper. 

Feeling another gag coming on, you reached for his thighs, digging your nails into them for support. One hand smoothed up over his hip, his v-line, trying to put some distance between you and him. He pulled your hand away before you could succeed, gripping you by the wrist.

He looked down at you. “Keep your hands down,” he commanded. “You don’t need them.”

It hurt. It hurt so good. Your lips were stretched around his cock, which kept on hitting the back of your throat over and over again. Your gagging did not seem to deter him whatsoever, and neither did the tears that streamed down your face while he fucked your mouth.

No, he reached down and wiped a tear away, breathing, “You know, I always thought you’d look better with your mouth full. Crying on it…” Then, leaning down just enough to taunt you, he added, “Fuckin’ perfect.”

He thinks I’m perfect.

While you were busy letting your face warm (and your core grow wetter) at the compliment, you hadn’t realized that you were getting lazy, teeth unintentionally grazing his shaft.

Immediately, you felt the hand in your hair tighten. Aki pulled your head back until he was out of your mouth entirely. Until you were craning your head up to look at him. A string of spit connected your lips to the head of his dick. Above you, the muscles in his forearm flexed – something you shamelessly noticed.

“What happened to being good, hm?” He asked. Then, adjusting his grip on your hair, he added, “Watch your teeth.”

As the seconds ticked by, you only grew more desperate – desperate to please him, desperate to make him cum. It wasn’t that you were growing tired (though, admittedly, your jaw hurt. Just… not enough to make you care).

Besides, those fucking sounds he was making. He was getting closer. You could tell – something about the way his breath shuddered every time you fit him all the way into your mouth, being sure to mind your teeth.

The two of you were working in perfect synchrony. You were sucking him off like your life depended on it, and he was spewing more of that filth from his mouth that drove you fucking crazy.

“Look at you,” He moaned gently, “‘S like you were fucking made for it. Feels good, having your mouth fucked, hm?”

Your response was a gurgle – something between a moan and “yes”. He grinned down at you like he couldn’t have been more fucking proud.

“Keep going,” he murmured, voice rough with something between restraint and satisfaction. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

You blinked up at him, flushed, breath uneven.

He chuckled low. “You like being told what to do, don’t you?”

A small sound escaped you – half breath, half… something.

“That’s what I thought,” he said quietly. “You listen well with your mouth full of me. I should’ve done this sooner.”

You looked down at his abs, trying to quell the burning in your face, but there was no use.

His thumb brushed your chin, tilting your face up. “Keep it right there. Don’t hide from me.”

Another beat. His voice dropped to a near whisper, a smirk audible in it. “If only you obeyed orders this well out on the field.”

He wrapped your hair around his fist tighter – tight enough to make your eyes fucking water. Then, he was encouraging your movements, bobbing your head back and forth to his liking. At some point, it got hard to keep up, so you simply relaxed your jaw and let him use you however he pleased. Like you were made to take it.

There was drool seeping out of the corner of your lips, dripping down your chin. You didn’t care, and neither did he. For a while, the two of you were lost in song – in the symphony of hushed moans, pants, and the faint ‘gluck’ sound your throat made every time he thrust in.

It felt degrading. It felt humiliating, letting your captain use your mouth like a fucktoy, but you were so fucking into it. It felt like you were getting sucked off instead of him – every time you pressed your thighs together, you could feel the warmth coiling up your core, the jolt of pleasure shooting through your clit every time he whined out your name.

You let the tears stream down your cheeks freely, since he seemed to enjoy seeing them so much. In response, he reached down and wiped them away. You followed his hand as he brought it up to his face, to his lips…

Then his tongue as he eagerly lapped up your tears.

God, he’s the fucking devil.

As you looked up at him, you saw a man on the brink of shattering – saw the way his eyes fluttered open and shut, lips parted around a gasp as he stared down at the mess you were making all over his cock. Over the tearstained mess you had become. 

“Shit,” He hissed, “You don’t even need my help.”

You flicked your tongue over the head of his dick. He whimpered, swaying slightly, like he was struggling to hold on.

Then, he broke.

“God– Fuck, I’m close,” he admitted, brows drawn together like it took everything he had to not finish right then and there. 

He pulled out, popping his cock out of your mouth and leaving you high and dry while he wrapped a large hand around it. You admired him from below for a moment – admired the way his muscles shifted, tensed, pulled taut with pleasure while he stroked himself languidly. The veins in his hand were more prominent now, and fuck– it was like something straight out of the pornos.

He gave some special attention to the head, stroking and twisting until he was gasping. As much as you enjoyed the sight (which was a lot, and you told yourself you would tuck this one into your spank bank), you really wanted a mouthful of his kids, so you pulled his hands away and sucked him right back into your mouth.

“Shit– ah,” He panted out, replacing his hand in your hair and letting you go to work. “You want it– hah– that badly? You fucking need it?” The words dripped from his lips like fucking honey, but his voice was shaking, a notch deeper than you ever remembered it being.

Yes, you thought. Give me all of it.

I need it.

Aki licked his lips slowly, like a predator watching its prey. “Take it, baby, it’s all yours,” His lashes fluttered shut. “Shit, I think ‘m gonna cum–” He whimpered, tightening his grip, tensing up. “Fuck–”

The only thing better than the sound of him cumming was the taste of it. Bitter, salty, but real. Much sweeter than any other man you’d ever been with (though there had been very few). The warmth hit your tongue in thick spurts, coating your tongue, the inside of your mouth – filling you up until it dripped out of the corner.

And still, you swallowed all of it. 

You needed to please him.

The two of you took a moment to regain your senses, to catch your breath. Now that your mouth was empty, you gasped for air – greedily sucking it down like a fish out of water. You didn’t even notice that you had gotten some of it on your face. 

At least, not until you felt Aki’s hand slide down to cup your face again, swiping the cum onto his finger. He looked down at you with the sort of breathlessness you only saw in movies – like he truly was on another planet.

Then, he tugged your lip down, smearing some of his juices onto your lower lip. Without thinking twice, you leaned forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you sucked his thumb into your mouth. You cleaned it off with your tongue like an obedient, good girl.

Not a drop to waste.

“Let me see. You swallow all of it?” He asked. 

In response, you opened wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him see just how much of it you’d swallowed. Then, you grinned – breathless and debauched, with kiss-swollen lips.

His thumb caressed your cheek gently, like you were made of porcelain. So, when he brought the hand down against the skin, slapping it light enough that it didn’t hurt, but just enough to make you choke on a moan.

“Good girl,” He panted, “Good fucking girl.”

Oh my god.

“You..” Your chest heaved as you struggled to breathe, “You’re fucking nasty, captain.”

“Yeah?” He grinned, reaching down and helping you to your (wobbly) feet. Then, before you could retort, he wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you in close so that he could press his lips up to yours.

Your eyes widened. Is he really about to kiss me when I just swallowed his jizz?

He was. And he didn’t seem to give a damn about it. He maneuvered your head into an angle, licking at your lips for entry, and you wouldn’t dare to refuse him entry. So, there the two of you were, kissing – no, practically shoving your tongues down each other’s throats like a bunch of horny teens – while his fingers dug into your neck.

Maybe I’m lightheaded, you thought, But I think I’ll be able to die happy after this.

He guided you back, movements sure but not cruel, until the back of your knees met the edge of the bed. Then, he braced his hand on your chest and practically shoved you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft gasp, half dazed, staring up at him.

“What are you doing?” you breathed, voice almost lost.

His eyes stayed locked on yours, unreadable, a trace of that same teasing defiance in his tone as he crawled onto the bed.

“It’s a learning experience, right?” he said, burying his face into the crook of your neck and taking his sweet, precious time sucking on your sweet spot. “Teach me.”

You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or catch your breath. “Teach you what?”

He pulled back to smile down at you. “Teach me how to make you cum.”

I’m dead.

I died and went to heaven.

You opened your mouth, something fumbling, trying to explain, but the words felt impossible to form. You’d never… not like this. Your chest rose and fell, heart hammering as he tilted his head, watching you struggle to speak.

Gently, like he was scared you would bite – or maybe that he would – he slid his hands down your chest, down to the little bow you’d tied on the front of the robe. He hooked a digit beneath it, tugging just enough to make the fabric shift, but not enough for it to come loose.

His eyes – the color of the deep sea – bore into yours with a fiery passion. Before you could tell him you wouldn’t have made a good teacher because, despite running your mouth, you had never had your pussy eaten before, he was already asking, “Can I undo this?”

Wait. Let’s put the brakes on this.

I’ve never let a man–

“Yes,” You were breathing out before you could stop the words. You didn’t know what to expect. All you knew was that the searing hot warmth in your belly seemed to drip down your core at the idea of him on his knees between your thighs.

And, just like that, you were letting his strong hands pinch the end of one of the tassels, tugging it until the whole bow came loose. Gravity did the rest of the work for him, making the fabric slide off of your breasts, fully revealing you to his ravenous gaze for the first time.

Your nakedness ran bone-deep, deeper than just surface-level. It wasn’t the lack of clothes that left you feeling vulnerable and bare. No, it was the way he was looking at you – not like any other hook up ever had, not like you were a quick, warm body, but like you were beautiful. Something that needed to be held, touched, revered. Like you were a canvas just waiting to be painted by his lips.

You watched his eyes trail over your entire body. Your lips, your chest, your pudgy belly, and then low enough to have your face burning.

He took another moment to appreciate your chest, hand reaching out like it was uncertain. “You know, maybe it’s because I’ve never stopped to admire before, but…” He trailed a finger down your sternum, stopping when he was right in the valley between your breasts. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

Me.

I’ve got the prettiest tits he’s ever seen. It was hard to not let that get to your head.

Instead, you turned your head to the side, avoiding his gaze. The sex, you could handle. You could handle the thought of him fucking you into the mattress, eating you until you couldn’t stand. You couldn’t handle the idea that this… whatever this was… was anything more than a drunk mistake in the making.

His hand was gentle – warm, but firm – as it cupped your chest. He massaged the skin between his fingers like he had all night to do so. Then, right when you least expected it, he pinched your piercing between his fingers.

The reaction was immediate. You jolted up, eyes flying open as you gasped. 

What the fuck was that?

He seemed to be more driven by genuine curiosity than anything else, if the way he asked, “Feel good?” while gently pinching, twisting, and rolling your nipple piercing beneath his fingertips was any indicator. 

“Mhm,” You shuddered. With a particularly bold pinch, you arched your back off of the bed.

Aki braced his weight onto his arms, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, and you would have been lying if you said you didn’t take a moment to appreciate the well-earned muscles rippling beneath his skin. While he gently flattened his tongue over one sensitive bud, he rolled the other between his index finger and his thumb. 

Oh my god. You thought. Every pinch, every lick went straight to your core, throbbing with pure need. The piercings certainly didn’t help. No, if anything, they only made you more sensitive.

“Aki,” You breathed out, voice breaking. 

Aki’s eyes darted up at the sound of his name coming from your mouth – slivers of blue beneath the dim lighting – but he didn’t stop pleasing you. Not Captain. Not Hayakawa, but Aki.

The sensation was like anything you’d ever experienced, and if he was that much of a natural with your tits, you couldn’t imagine how he’d feel when he…

“Fuck,” You gasped.

You were dripping wet. You could feel it. Every time you shifted your hips up, tried to chase some of that friction, only to be met with nothing, you could feel it. 

A moment later, Aki’s lips strayed from your chest. He began to trail lower, pressing a kiss to your ribs, your stomach, then a little lower. Blush bloomed wherever he kissed, blood vessels expanding beneath his delicate touch.

And then, just when you felt his warm lips brush up against your navel, felt his hands gently part your thighs like he was unwrapping a present, you stopped him. You reached a hand down and pushed back against his head. 

“Aki, wait, I’ve never…” You trailed off, embarrassed by the admission.

Aki tilted his head at you. “What?”

“I’ve never had that… happen to me before,” You gritted out.

“That’s alright,” He shifted down on the bed, already lowering his head down between your thighs, “Just tell me what feels good.”

You stopped him again, “Aki, wait… I’m nervous. I don’t– I don’t think I can teach you.”

“I don’t know,” He teased, a wicked grin crossing his features. “With such a high turnover rate, I think you’re right. I need some instruction.”

Hayakawa, you petty bastard. You thought. Right when you were about to object, right when you were about to make some snide remark, you felt his breath – warm and gentle – up against the place you needed him the most. Felt his hands spread your legs further apart.

“Tell me how you like to be touched, tasted,” He breathed out once your dripping cunt was bared to him. Seemingly aware of the way you wiggled beneath his gaze, he puffed out a sharp gust of air right against your clit, one that made you squirm. Then, looking up at you through his lashes like he was hungry, he added, “How you like to be fucked. Teach me how to please you.”

Oh my god.

Am I getting laid tonight?

“You– You’ve got a potty mouth, sir,” You continued running your mouth, because that’s what you did best.

“Have I ever told you how much it turns me on when you call me that?” He grinned. 

You thought of all the times you called him “sir” on the field. Of all the times he would turn away from you, a mysterious glint in his eye.

Yeah. That checked out.

“Shut up and lick me already,” You tutted.

To your surprise, he did exactly that, bringing his head close enough to flatten his tongue against your pussy and lick a long, hot stripe from the bottom to the top. You choked on a moan – louder than you appreciated. 

Holy fucking shit.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” Aki licked his lips. “Don’t be shy, sensei, keep going.”

He’s thought about this before. I’m gonna pass out.

“Keep licking,” You commanded him. Gently, he obeyed, lavishing your pussy with soft kitten-licks. It was enough to have your legs trembling, toes curling into the sheets. “Yes, just like that–”

Aki kept up a languid pace, alternating between licking you up and down and focusing just on your clit. Slowly, his hands slid up the backs of your thighs, folding your legs in until they were pressed against your stomach. The angle shifted just enough that the sensations felt stronger.

You reached up above your head, tangling your fingers in the sheets, arching your back. “Oh god.”

He lingered lower, his breath tracing patterns along your skin – warm, teasing, impossibly gentle. Each pass made you shiver, not just from the sensation but from the way it rippled through you, sharp and tender at once. You felt your muscles tighten, a laugh nearly slipping out, but it dissolved into something quieter, a longing sigh of his name, “Aki…”

He moaned in response, keeping up the pace until you could feel the arousal dripping out of you. 

“Put– Put your mouth on my… my clit,” You gasped out, too lost in the sensations to care about how debauched you sounded. 

“Up… here…?” Aki played dumb with a coy little smile, moving his tongue up until the tip of it pressed right up against the most sensitive part of you. Then, without needing to be told twice, he sucked the nub into his mouth, wrapping his lips around it.

You threw your head back, feet coming up off the bed while he sucked on your clit like a fucking lollipop. Your eyes fluttered shut, rolled back, and your thighs quaked. Aki handled your legs with his hands, hooking them over his shoulders while he stayed glued to your pussy.

It was a life changing experience. It felt like he was undoing you bit by bit. His tongue was soft, then hard, and his mouth was so fucking warm that you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“Tell me how it feels,” He panted, voice slurred against your skin.

You moaned, “Fuck, God, ‘s so good,” the sound high-pitched and loud. Loud enough to be heard over the movie, and you didn’t even care.

He spat on it, sucked on it, and the sound was so dirty that you worried someone could hear. Though, realistically, no one was hearing anything over the sinful whines and moans that his ministrations pulled from your chest.

He doesn’t need a fucking teacher, You thought. That was fucking bullshit.

It took a great deal of effort to actually speak. But, when you reached down and tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging with a cry of, “More,” the message got across.

He understood. Of course he did. He always did.

His movements slowed, deliberate, like he wanted to draw out the space between each breath, each touch. You could feel the steadiness in him – that quiet control that only made you fall further apart. The warmth of his breath ghosted across your aching cunt.

No, you weren’t in control. You never had been.

You weren’t sure what you wanted anymore – only that you needed him to stay like this, to keep on sucking you off the bone like he had nowhere else to be in the morning.

He lifted his head slightly, eyes meeting yours for a long, steady moment. You couldn’t read what he was thinking – only that he looked at you like you were something he shouldn’t touch but couldn’t stop himself from wanting to. His hand lingered where it had been, his thumb tracing slow, grounding circles against your side, as if reminding you to breathe.

You swallowed, still breathless, your pulse unsteady. You were embarrassingly close, and he hadn’t even been eating you out for very long.

Then, he was teasing a finger up and down your entrance, slipping it inside with no resistance at all. Though not unwelcome, the intrusion caught you by surprise, making you arch your back up into him. He inserted another shortly after. The stretch only burned for a moment, but it was hard to focus on that when he was eating you so sweetly, so perfectly. His fingers pumped in and out of you at a slow pace. He crooked them up, searching around for your g-spot.

And, shit, when he found it…

“Fuck!” You cried out, tugging his hair harder. Being stimulated with his mouth was one thing, but his fingers were another. They were long and thick, talented enough to find that place deep inside that made you fucking drip and stay there. “Oh my fucking god, I–”

This time, when you tugged at Aki’s hair, the sound he made in response startled you – low, unguarded, and real. It wasn’t the kind of noise you’d ever imagined he was capable of. It carried a rough edge that spoke of all the composure he’d been fighting to hold onto.

He’s kinky.

I love it.

He didn’t stop; he couldn’t. The rhythm of his lips shifted, his fingertips drawing slow shapes inside of you, gently undoing the strings of your orgasm second by second. It was all maddeningly tender – the kind of touch that wasn’t meant to take, but to learn. 

You gasped, sobbing, “Aki–”  through it, and felt his breath catch against your cunt as though he’d absorbed the sound into himself. The muscles in his shoulders moved with the rhythm of his breathing – steady, deliberate, but trembling faintly, like he was holding back.

When you looked down at him, his hair was a dark spill over your skin, and his eyes had gone soft – unfocused in that way that comes from wanting too much. You could see it, the strain in his expression, the way his jaw tightened every time you made another small sound.

Then, he reached up, using his free hand to toy with your piercing, and you were fucking screwed. When his fingers brushed against the small piece of metal in your nipple, the world tilted. The touch was featherlight, almost teasing, but it sent a pulse through you that made your breath stutter. 

But that fleeting spark didn’t fade… it grew, rolling through you like a tide that wouldn’t stop. Each tiny touch combined with the stimulation to both your clit and your g-spot sent shockwaves you hadn’t expected, waves that built on one another, rising faster, sharper, until it seemed like your body couldn’t contain it.

“I think ‘m close,” You panted. Then, when more warmth pooled in your belly, you added. “Shit, I think I’m gonna cum–”

Aki didn’t answer, keeping up that same pace – not slower, not faster, but he moved with more purpose.

And then, there it was.

You gasped, shivering as every nerve lit up at once. Your fingers gripped the sheets harder, nails biting into the fabric, trying to hold yourself steady. Your stomach twisted, your ribs tingled, and for a moment the world narrowed to just the space between the two of you.

The waves didn’t come in one single rush, but in rolling surges, one after another. Each one left you breathless and trembling, your mind teetering on the edge of losing itself completely. Sounds slipped from your lips, half-words, half-gasped fragments, echoing in the room and pressing into him as you came hard.

The heat pooled low in your chest, spiraled up through your limbs, and rolled through every part of you, a crescendo of feeling that left you trembling, light-headed, and utterly undone. Your vision blurred at the edges, your senses narrowed to the press of his fingers, the warmth of his mouth, the soft, impossibly careful way he licked you through it.

When your orgasm finally receded, you sagged into the sheets, but he wasn’t finished with you.

You tried to pull back, every instinct in your body screaming that it was too much, that you couldn’t take another second. Your hands pressed against him lightly, but he didn’t move away. He stayed, licking, sucking, like he was doing it for his enjoyment.

Your chest heaved. Your muscles shook. “I can’t–” you squirmed, tears beginning to stream down your face from the sensation, but the words caught in your throat.

He didn’t pause. He just kept on eating you, like he couldn’t bear the thought of not tasting you. Even as your body screamed with sensitivity, even as you pushed lightly, lightly, against him, he held his ground. The quiet intensity in his eyes told you he didn’t want to stop.

But, eventually, he did.

By the time you finally sank against the sheets, breathless and trembling, it wasn’t just your body that had been pushed – it was everything. For a long moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak – only feel. Aki stayed there too, his forehead resting lightly against you, his breath hot and steady, letting you ride the aftermath with him. The room was quiet except for the sound of your shared breathing.

You looked down at him affectionately, wiping the tears from your eyes. He smiled back at you, breathlessly, face soakedwith your juices.

“Was I good?” He asked, but the shit-eating grin on his face told you that he already knew the answer.

You laughed slightly, still caught between pleasure and breathlessness. “It was alright, I guess,” you lied, voice shaky, your chest still tight from the intensity of what had just fucking happened.

He leaned closer, eyes dark with amusement and something unspoken. “Just alright? That won’t do,” he murmured, tilting his head. “I can make you feel even better than just alright.”

Your stomach fluttered at the words, your senses suddenly acute. His gaze held yours, commanding and magnetic.

“What are you suggesting, hmm?” You huffed, completely out of breath. “Surely not a violation of protocol.”

“Of course not,” He replied. “I’m suggesting that you turn around and put your hands against that headboard over there, if you think you can take a little more.”

You grinned, “Not sure there’s anything little about what you want to give me.”

That got a chuckle out of him.

Still, you obeyed, because you would be damned if you passed up on the opportunity you’d been waiting for. You rolled unceremoniously onto your stomach, shifting your weight onto your hands and knees. Then, crawling up the bed, you leaned back into the prettiest arch you could muster.

“There we go,” he said softly, and there was no hurry in his tone, only that quiet authority that made it impossible to resist. His hand came down hard against your ass, the sound reverberating through the room as his palm made contact with your skin. “Such an obedient slut, aren’t you?”

Why am I so into this? Your pulse spiked, your hands moving instinctively to brace against the headboard. He stayed close behind you, letting the anticipation stretch out.

“Why is this taking so long?” you asked, breath uneven, your pulse still racing.

He leaned in, close enough that the warmth of him brushed against your ear, voice low and smooth. “Patience,” He cooed, “If you want it, you’re gonna have to earn it.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you protested, shaking your head, though your voice betrayed the tiniest tremor.

He leaned closer, voice low and deliberate, eyes glinting with that same teasing intensity. “I’m not giving you anything until you behave and ask nicely,” he said, letting the words stretch between you like a slow burn.

“What do you want me to do, beg?” you said, trying to keep your tone steady, but it came out uncertain.

His grin widened, a dangerous curve that made your pulse jump. “Exactly that,” he murmured. “Beg for it. Show me that you mean it. Beg me to fuck you.”

You swallowed hard, heart hammering. The air between you thickened, almost tangible, as if waiting for your next words. Your hands tightened instinctively against the headboard. “Please…,” you whispered, the single word trembling at first, “please… I need it…”

“Need what, pretty girl?” He teased.

“I…” You put your head down, shamefully admitting, “I need you to fuck me, sir.”

His eyes softened for the briefest second, but the teasing spark never left them. “Good,” he said, voice low, slow, savoring the sound. “Such a good girl. Move your hips back for me.”

Once you were situated the way he wanted you, he reached for something off to the side. Then, gently, he wrapped his discarded tie from earlier around one wrist, followed by the other. He wound the material in between, tying your hands together in front of you and, consequentially, forcing you down into a deeper arch.

His lips were on the back of your neck before you could ask him what he was doing, pressing tender kisses there like he was reveling in the tension. His kisses strayed, trailing down your neck, your spine, until they stopped just above your hips. 

“You ever done it without a condom before?” He asked you, voice a whole lot deeper than you had anticipated. “Because I’m assuming you didn’t happen to bring any with you.”

“No, but I’m clean,” You wiggled your hips back.

“That’s not the only risk at hand here,” he chuckled. 

“I know,” You replied. “Just pull out, okay? We’ll worry about it tomorrow.”

“Famous last words. Fuck, this is a bad idea,” Aki paused, like he was debating whether or not this was a good idea. Then, as if making up his mind, he shifted his weight onto his knees behind you, lining himself up with your dripping hole until you could feel the tip pressed right up against you. “Take a deep breath in for me, okay?”

You exhaled the breath you were holding, then breathed another breath in. Out. In. 

Out–

The feeling of Aki pushing in was enough to knock the wind out of you. He didn’t give you all of it – not yet. He gave you just enough for you to be able to feel the stretch. Your fingers dug into the sheets as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the burn away.

“Just breathe, keep going,” He cooed, rubbing his thumb over your hip before he gave you a little more. “‘Atta girl.”

You couldn’t help the way you held your breath right up until his hips met your skin – right up until he was buried as deep inside of you as he could go, and the two of you moaned with relief at the exact same time.

After a moment, Aki asked, “You okay?”

“Mhm,” You nodded. “Just need a ‘min.”

Holy fucking shit, he’s big.

For a moment, everything stilled. The room felt quiet, broken only by the uneven rhythm of your breathing and the background noise of the movie you’d long since forgotten about. You kept your eyes shut, trying to steady the flutter in your chest, grounding yourself. 

He didn’t rush you; his hand stayed firm against your hip, waiting, patient, steady as stone.

You inhaled, slow and trembling, until the tension, the stretch, started to melt away. When you finally found your voice again, it came out soft, barely above a whisper.

“Okay,” you murmured, opening your eyes. “You can move.”

He didn’t speak right away – just let out a slow exhale, like he’d been holding his breath, too. Then, slowly, he pulled out just a bit. This time, when he rolled his hips into yours, you clenched down on him – the bizarre mix of pleasure and pain was hard to digest. 

Out, then in. Out, then in.

“Don’t tense up. I got you,” He breathed out, the words trembling as they fell from his lips, “You can take it.”

That was all it took. Just like that, the pain melted away, replaced by something beautiful – something truly unexpected. The kind of pleasure you’d only dreamt about when dealing with guys of… smaller stature.

“Oh God,” You gasped out. Your chest felt like it was on fire – a slow, deep warmth that crept down your stomach and into your core, spread across your face. It was the strangest thing. Each time Aki rolled his hips into yours, each time his dick slipped against your inner walls, the sensation was overwhelming – a stretch, a sharp jolt of pleasure. A warm, rippling feeling that rolled over you in waves.

“There you go, just like that,” He exhaled, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

That’s an understatement. When he thrust his full length into you again, your eyes damn near rolled back into your skull. The steady, low moans that poured from your mouth were purely pornographic.

“Look at you,” He commented, bringing his hands down your back to settle on your hips as he drew out, pushed back in. “Falling apart already, and I’ve barely even started with you.”

“Fuck me–” You practically sobbed into the pillow, “Faster, please–”

“Yeah?” He panted, “Think you can take it?”

“I can– fuck, ‘promise–” You begged him shamelessly, rutting your hips back to get a little more of that delicioussensation, chasing the promise of pleasure, meeting his strokes in the middle.

You gasped when something hit your ass – hard. A hand. 

“I never said you could move,” He reprimanded you. “I’ll take care of you. Just relax.”

“Hah,” You gasped. You wanted to reach back, to hold his hand, something, but you couldn’t. Your hands were (literally) tied.

The slick dripping down the back of your thighs made it easy for him to slip in and out of you at a maddening pace. He sped up when he felt like it, driving his hips into you a little faster. Not hard, but faster.

You gripped the sheets, practically melting at the feeling, “Aki– fuck…”

He groaned at the sound of his name, adjusting his grip on your hips like he had been holding back for you. “Shit, you feel fucking amazing.”

Your body trembled beneath his touch, the air between you thick and charged. Every movement, every breath felt drawn out, deliberate. His voice dropped lower, gravel roughened by restraint he was barely holding onto.

“You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear. You swallowed hard, unable to trust your own voice, but the answer was already written all over you – in the way you couldn’t stay still, in how your body betrayed you.

He huffed out a laugh, the sound dark and soft. “Can’t even hide it. You’re shaking, pretty girl.” His hand traced the edge of your spine, steadying you even as the tremor ran through your legs.

You let out a broken sigh, gripping the sheets tighter as if that could anchor you. He leaned closer, his words brushing over your skin like heat while his hips drove into you a little deeper, brushing up against spots you didn’t even know existed. 

“Such a mess,” he whispered, the tone more reverent than cruel, “but still trying to be good for me.”

You nodded weakly, your breath catching when he adjusted his hold, guiding you back into rhythm, holding you down and making you take his strokes, which grew harsher by the second. Before you could stop it, you were biting down on the pillow, trying to stay quiet.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his tone stern. “Stay still. Don’t run from it.”

Every time your ass met his hips, the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the room. Your moans were muffled by the pillow, but were still pitchy in nature. Aki was eating them up.

Aki gave you more, more, more – fucking you hard enough that the bed began to shake with the force of it, hard enough that you couldn’t think of anything else but his fucking name.

“Aki, please–” You cried out, “Fuck, I can’t take it–”

The brutal pace of his strokes had you babbling nonsense into the pillow. You allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling because, fuck, if you were going to regret it in the morning, you might as well have a fond memory to look back on. Aki’s hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.

At least, until one of them began to wander – began to slide up your back, trail across your spine and leave goosebumps in its wake. He took your hair up in his hand, wrapping it around his fist like he fucking owned you, and you were gone. He used the leverage to crane your head up, force you to look back at him.

The image that waited for you was one you would never forget. Aki, buried to the hilt in your needy cunt, sweat dripping down his chest, his necklace, rolling down his abs, sticking his hair to his forehead. The blush had spread over his face. His eyes were wild with desire, pupils blown wide. 

With a devilish little grin, he said, “Look where running that mouth got you. You say you can’t take it but you’re gushingall over me.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could feel it. You’d never been that wet before – not for anyone. The evidence of your arousal was warm and slick, coating your inner thighs and making it all too easy for Aki to slide in.

It felt like he belonged there, which was a dangerous thought.

You know… considering he was your captain, and all.

Keeping his fist in your hair, he steered your head forward, driving into you with the kind of force that had your legs folding up, toes curling into the air. Each and every time he fucked into you, the tip of his dick pressed right up against that spot so deep inside of you that you saw stars – the spot that sent jolts of searing-hot pleasure up and down your spine. He all but plowed you into the mattress – at such an unforgiving pace and depth, it was hard to say anything.

Except his name, that was.

“Aki–!” The sound was ripped from you. “Aki… Aki…”

“Fuck, you keep squeezing me,” He panted. “I can feel you, Baby, Can you fucking feel me?”

You could feel him, alright. Feel him stuffing you so full that you couldn’t even wrap your fucking head around it. “Mhm! I feel it,” Came your debauched reply, “Fuck, I can feel it, Aki–”

His dick wasn’t the only thing you could feel inside of you. In fact, as he kept on hitting that same fucking spot over and over again – until you were drooling all over the pillow – you felt something else coming.

“I’m so close,” You shuddered, spreading your legs a bit to change the angle and, fuck, it only nudged you closer to the promise of sweet, sweet release. 

Aki leaned down, bracing his weight onto his hands, practically pounding you into the fucking mattress. You were being fucked within an inch of your life.

“You’re not cumming until I say you can,” He managed to grit out. 

Fucking asshole.

You were close. Dangerously close. Close enough that you had to physically squeeze your eyes shut to stave off your impending orgasm. It was no easy task, not by a stretch, but you wanted to be good for him.

It was no use.

Your orgasm was coming, and it was coming fast. You could feel it brewing deep inside of you – that dangerous, low, bubbling warmth that curled around your core.

Deciding to throw your morals out the window for the sake of finishing, you turned your head, peering back at him through watery eyes. 

“Please–” You begged, 

“Please, what?” He taunted right back, seemingly reveling in the sight of  you begging for him to let you cum.

“Please, sir–” You tried again. This time, you couldn’t blink the tears away. Instead, you let them fall. “Please, Aki, fuck, I need it–”

“What do you need, Angel?” He asked you, voice layered with faux sympathy. 

“I need to cum, please,” You pleaded, “Please, let me cum.”

“That’s better,” He smiled. “You’ve been so good for me. Go ahead, Angel. Cum for me.”

“Aki–” You didn’t need to be told twice. You buried your face deep into the pillow, letting the orgasm hit you with the strength of a fucking freight train, roll over you in waves. Aki never stopped, never stilled – just kept on fucking you through it at a languid pace, like he was trying to draw it out of you. Your body tensed, released all over him while you rutted your hips back. “Oh, fuck, Aki!”

He stayed close, breathing hard against your neck as you trembled beneath him. Every muscle in your body fluttered with the aftershocks, your breath stuttering out in soft, uneven sounds. 

His hand steadied your hip, grounding you, keeping you from slipping too far into the haze. You could barely move, your chest rising and falling as the tension slowly melted away. He brushed his lips over your shoulder – light, fleeting – like he hadn’t just rearranged your guts.

Once he felt you were ready, he pulled out and rolled you sideways onto your back. Your head leaning ever-so-slightly off the edge of the bed, but if he didn’t care, then neither did you. You were too fucked out to care.

But, then, just when you thought he was done with you, his lips were back on your neck. A little rougher, this time, stopping to suck on the place that made you purr like a kitten. They traveled down, accompanied this time by the gentle scrape of his canines against your warm, sensitive skin. The aftereffects of your orgasm still thrummed in your pulse, your veins.

He stopped to appreciate your chest. In some places, he bit down. In others, he sucked until you knew there would be marks. You just couldn’t bring yourself to give a shit.

No, in fact, there was something almost primal about him marking you up like you belonged to him. Something that you weren’t entirely sure you hated.

He slipped one of your nipple piercings into his mouth when you weren’t paying attention, tongue flicking against the oversensitive bud until you were shaking like a fucking leaf.

No, he’s not done with me yet.

As if on cue, you could feel him swiping the tip of his cock – still achingly hard – through your folds, collecting some more of that warm slick onto the head before pushing back in.

You gasped at the intrusion, back arching off of the bed, “Shi-it–”

He moaned through a mouthful of your tit, sliding right in until he was pressed flush up against you. The new angle had your vision going white at the edges – overstimulation combining with pleasure to make for a breathtaking experience.

Aki moved away from your nipple, though he didn’t go far, biting down on the skin right next to it just enough to make you cry out. With pleasure or pain, you weren’t sure – maybe a little of both.

Your hands, still tied, flopped uselessly above your head, dangling off of the edge of the bed. 

This time, when Aki fucked you, he reached a hand down to rub your clit. As if you weren’t already overstimulated, you yelped at the sensation – as always, your body melted beneath his touch, creaming all over him without shame.

Fuck me, you thought.

“‘S good, So good..” You repeated like it was some sort of mantra. “So good, Aki–”

“Fuck, keep saying my name,” He growled, rolling his hips into yours at just the right pace, just the right angle to make your eyes roll back.

You were overstimulated beyond comprehension.

“You like that, don’t you?” he muttered between gritted teeth, his breath hot against your neck. “You sound so good when you say it.”

You tried to speak, to breathe, but the words barely made it past your lips. “Aki–”

“Yeah?” he cut in, his tone dark, teasing. “That’s it. Say it again.” He shifted, his rhythm relentless, hitting the same spot over and over until your whole body went taut. “Can’t even think straight, can you?”

Your hands grabbed at nothing, a strangled sound caught in your throat. You shook your head, but he only laughed under his breath, low and amused. “Look at you,” he said, voice rough with something between praise and possession. “So sensitive… you’re shaking, Baby.”

Baby.

And I’m supposed to just move on after this?

“Aki, I–” You tried again, your voice trembling.

He leaned in, his words cutting through your thoughts. “You’re not tapping out on me now, are you?”

You couldn’t answer. Everything inside you was too loud, too much. He caught your jaw, forcing your gaze forward, his breath still ragged. “Come on. Give me more, I know you can do it.”

You whimpered, trying to find air, to find words, but your body was already unraveling. It was too much – every nerve inside of you felt fucking raw. His name tore from your throat again.

“Stop fucking running,” He murmured, low and filthy, his tone dark and coaxing. “You wanted this, right? Take it.”

You twisted, breath stuttering, pushing at his chest as you slipped from his grasp, subconsciously trying to get away from the overstimulation.

But it was futile. Aki’s hands were on your hips before you could fall off the bed, pulling you right back onto the bed with him. Except, this time, he paused to reach behind him, pulling out a pillow and sliding it beneath your lower back. The angle changed again. This time, your hips were elevated.

You could just barely see him – face flushed and eyes hazy, hair tousled and all over his face as he pulled you closer by one of your legs. Once he was satisfied, he took that same leg and hooked it over his shoulder.

Oh, God, what is he–

He thrust in – giving you all of him at once – and you gasped out a whole lot louder than you were proud of. Your eyes, wide and uncertain, gawked up at him. 

Aki only grinned at you, grabbing your calf and pressing a sinful little kiss to your ankle.

“You’re–” You huffed, “You’re the fuckin’ devil.”

“You gonna kill me then, rookie?” He teased. “I’d like to see you try.”

You wanted to answer, to bite something back, but the way he was looking at you made your brain short out. That steady, unflinching stare – blue eyes focused like he was reading every flicker that crossed your face – made your words die in your throat.

He resumed what he was doing, moving like he hadn’t even heard your protest, calm and in control. His breathing was heavier now, but his composure didn’t crack; it never did. You could see the faint tension in his jaw, the muscle that twitched when he was holding himself back. The sight made your pulse race.

“Still with me?” he asked you quietly. There wasn’t mockery in that – just that same quiet authority he carried everywhere, even now.

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see the gesture, or maybe you just didn’t want him to see how much you were struggling to keep up. “Yeah,” you managed, your voice thin.

“Good,” he muttered. “Don’t start spacing out on me now.”

There was something about his tone – firm but controlled, a little rough around the edges – that made your stomach twist. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“You talk too much,” you muttered. It came out weaker than you meant it to, a half-breath between irritation and surrender.

Aki laughed softly, low in his throat, not cruel but amused. “You don’t even know the half of it,” he said. “Most people don’t get this kind of attention from me.”

You scoffed, trying to disguise the tremor in your voice. “Oh, please. You probably say that to everyone.”

He tilted his head slightly, that same lazy half-smile crossing his face. “Do I look like someone who wastes my words?”

No. I know you’re not.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t, really – not when he said it like that, like it was an irrefutable fact. He was impossible to argue with when he slipped into that tone, calm and infuriatingly sure of himself.

And it was even more impossible to argue when the angle he was fucking you at had you going dumb. Your jaw dropped, making room for more of those fucking sounds that seemed to spur him on. You all but screamed his name on a particularly harsh stroke; “Aki!”

The neighbors– you thought.

But, shit, it didn’t bother you enough to make you stop.

He grabbed you firmly by the neck, forcing your gaze upward, and locked his eyes onto yours. “Look at me,” he said, voice low and commanding.

You did, even though your head was spinning and your limbs felt like they were floating. The world around you had narrowed until it was just him, just his eyes, steady and unyielding, holding you in place. Your eyes trailed up to his necklace, watching as it thumped rhythmically against his chest, swinging in your face.

When he relaxed his fingers, you greedily sucked down more air – alternating between panting and screaming bloody murder. You’d never felt anything like it before. 

It felt better than anything you’d ever experienced in your entire life.

Aki used his thumb to tug your mouth open. You peered up into his eyes through your lashes, uncertain about what his next move could possibly have been.

Then, he spat in your mouth. The worst part? You didn’t even have to be told – you swallowed on instinct.

Aki huffed out something between a laugh and a moan, “God, you’re fucking dirty.”

Without warning, he bent slightly and lifted you with careful strength, guiding you into his lap. The sudden motion made your chest flutter, but his hands stayed firm and steady on your sides, anchoring you. 

Then, he began to move your hips back and forth, up and down.

The rhythm wasn’t gentle this time. It was demanding. His grip guided your hips with a rough precision that made your heart stutter. You felt the strain in his arms as he held you, his fingers pressing into your sides like he needed to feel every part of you. The sound of your breathing mixed with his – ragged, heavy, filling the space between you until the air felt too thick to swallow.

Threw your bound wrists around his neck, searching for something solid, but he was already everywhere – his breath hot against your neck, his chest firm against yours, his hands dragging you up and down in a rhythm that had you sobbing. 

Your heart pounded against your ribs. Every small noise he made – every low groan, every nasty little curse whispered against your skin – sent a shiver down your spine. 

He was close enough now that you could feel every exhale on your neck, every twitch of his muscles beneath your hands. His touch wasn’t careful anymore; it was hungry, like he’d been holding back and finally stopped trying.

You moved with him now, meeting his rhythm in the middle without even realizing it. His hands slipped lower, gripping your ass, bouncing you harder, faster. You could feel the heat rise under your skin, the ache in your shaking thighs, the sharp catch of his breath when you rolled your hips in circles, testing him.

That was when he snapped. His grip tightened, and a low sound left his throat – half a growl, half your name. “Don’t stop,” he breathed, voice low and rough. “Just like that, Good fucking girl, shit.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. 

The world blurred around the edges. The only thing that felt real was him – his hands, his voice, the raw, desperate rhythm that neither of you could seem to control anymore. You felt his forehead press against your collarbone, his breath coming out harsh and unsteady, and for a second, the intensity was too much.

You held on to him like you might fall apart if you didn’t. Every motion was sharper now, every exhale louder, the rhythm turning frantic before slowing again, just enough to draw it out.

You knew you looked wild – hair a mess, bouncing wildly in your Captain’s lap like a bitch in heat – but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All that mattered was Aki, Aki, Aki.

“‘M close,” You gasped out for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

Aki heard you, but he’d busied himself with sucking and biting at your chest again. “Me too, shit…”

“Aki–” You shuddered, feeling that unbearable warmth crawl its way up your spine for the third time that night. “Aki, I’m gonna cum–” You added, “Don’t pull out. I want you to cum inside of me.”

“Shit,” he gasped.

Aki’s hand moved quicker than you were able to pick up on – slipping down through the sweaty junction between your body and his and finding your clit with ease. The circles he rubbed were frantic – more spit than finesse, but it was enough to push you over the edge.

The rhythm broke all at once.  It hit like a wave – strong, intense. For a second, the world felt suspended; your heartbeat, his voice, the tremor that ran through both of you – everything collided as the two of you came at the same time.

At the same time that your body clenched down on him, Aki buried himself as deep inside of you as he could fit and let go, shooting searing, white-hot warmth into your core. You gasped at the sensation of him filling you up.

You came close to him without thinking, fingernails digging into his back, and he caught you just as tight, his chest rising against yours in quick, uneven bursts. 

His forehead pressed to yours, your mouths brushing but not quite meeting, both of you gasping, trying to catch the air you’d lost. You could feel him shaking slightly beneath you, the tension still running through his shoulders, his breath coming out in short, broken sounds.

Then, not thinking twice about it, you kissed him. He made a sound against your lips – small, unsteady, almost like a whimper – before melting into it.

He kissed you back like he didn’t know how to stop himself, the warmth of it spreading until it felt like your whole body was pulsing with it. His hand came up to the side of your neck, thumb brushing over your jaw as though he was memorizing the shape of you, trying to steady the mess of feeling behind the kiss. 

When you finally broke away, it wasn’t really breaking – your lips hovered close, still chasing his breath, your noses brushing. Neither of you said anything. You could feel his chest rising and falling against yours, his breathing ragged, the heat between you not quite fading.

Aki reached behind his back and situated your hands in front of him before untying your wrists. Then he exhaled, shuddering a little, and buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. His breath came out uneven, warm against your skin. You could feel the tension leaving him, his body softening as though the fight had finally gone out of him.

The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, the faint creak of the mattress beneath you, the heartbeat still thrumming wildly in both of you. You didn’t move for a long time. 

When you finally looked up, he met your gaze through the dim light – eyes half-lidded, expression raw, something softer lingering there that he didn’t try to hide this time. You were both still breathing hard, chests pressed together, but there was nothing left to say. 

That actually just happened.

One minute, you were looking at his pretty face, and the next, Aki was turning the two of you over, laying you down gently on the bed. He got up and left (and you totally didn’t giggle at his butt when he walked off).

Before you could be disappointed, he returned with a wet washcloth in his hand. He dropped down onto his knees, spreading your legs apart and using the warm, damp fabric to clean you up. 

He tossed it haphazardly onto the nightstand, then flopped down beside you, pulling the blanket up and over the two of you.

The room felt small again – dim, hazy, the TV frozen on some screen that just said replay or exit. He reached toward the nightstand, flicked a lighter, and the sharp scratch of the flame lit his face for a second before fading into smoke.

“I don’t think this is a smoking room,” you murmured, voice hoarse from what the two of you had done. “They’re gonna charge you extra.”

“I don’t give a shit,” he said, taking a slow drag before glancing over at you. “You want one?”

You hesitated, then nodded anyway. He passed it over, and you took a small drag, the burn catching at the back of your throat immediately. You coughed, grimaced. “God, that’s disgusting,” you muttered, handing it back.

He smirked around the filter. “Yeah, it is.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The TV hummed quietly in the background, throwing dull light across the sheets. Your pulse was still too fast, your head still too full. Finally, you broke the silence. “Should we… talk about this?”

He exhaled smoke toward the ceiling, lips parting on a sigh before he stubbed the cigarette out in a half-empty cup on the nightstand. “Tomorrow,” he said.. Then, he leaned in, pressing a faint kiss to your forehead. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow. We have to be up early.”

You didn’t argue. You just let yourself curl against his chest, feeling the slow rhythm of his breathing under your cheek. The room still smelled faintly of smoke and warmth and whatever was left of the night. Somewhere behind the hum of the TV, the world kept going. 

Fuck, he’s got good pecs.

You let your eyes fall shut, sinking into the steady beat of his heart until sleep finally took you. Yeah. Tomorrow.

You woke to the faint scratch of light cutting through the blinds and the quiet sound of movement beside you. For a second, you forgot where you were. 

When your eyes finally opened, he was already looking at you, his expression soft in a way that didn’t match him. His hair was still a little disheveled, but it suited him.

 “Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and low, like it hadn’t been used yet.

You blinked up at him, still half-asleep. “Morning.”

He leaned down before you could say anything else, his lips brushing yours once – a quiet test – then again, deeper this time, until your breath caught somewhere in the middle of it. 

His hand slid up to your jaw, thumb tracing small, lazy circles there as the kiss deepened. He didn’t rush it. Just let it unfold, one soft press at a time, until your body started to wake up under the weight of it. You kissed him back without thinking, chasing his breath when he started to pull away, and he gave a quiet laugh against your lips – the kind that vibrated in his chest more than it came out as sound.

Then he trailed downward – a faint line of kisses along your jaw, the corner of your mouth, the place where your pulse fluttered at your throat. You felt his breath when he spoke, a barely-there murmur against your skin. “You sleep okay?”

You nodded, though it came out more like a sigh. “Mm-hmm.”

He hummed, lips ghosting lower, finding that spot just below your ear that made your stomach twist. You laughed quietly, the sound breaking through the quiet. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer – just smiled against your skin, slow and secretive, the kind of smile that said you already know. His lips trailed lower, lower, pressing kisses to your stomach.

And then his lips pressed one last kiss just above your navel before he threw the sheets over his head and disappeared.

Just when you were about to ask what he was planning, you felt his hands grip your hips, scooting you closer to his face. Then, his tongue, drawing a line up your slit in a way that had you arching off of the bed.

“Oh, shit,” You moaned out loud, losing yourself in the sensation. “Good– Good morning to you, too.”

Aki groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by your thighs. His grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

When he’d run his tongue over the most sensitive part of you, your whole body would twitch. Your hips were his handles. Your body bent to his will, careening into his touch. 

He sucked gently on your clit, making you arch up high off of the bed. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to your pussy, his tongue found its way down towards your dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, you gripped his hair by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

“Please,” You pleaded. “Mnnnh-”

And, just to tease you, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. “Feel good, sweetheart?” You heard him murmur softly beneath the sheets.

With a gasp and a desperate rut of your hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, you sent a message as clear as day. 

Yes, yes, yes.

He made no effort to stop you. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of your ass, he allowed you to shamelessly ride his face. Your hips jumped up and down, rubbing your clit across his lips, his nose, smearing your juices all over his face. You shuddered, opening your legs even further, and arched into him.

Your smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of you.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into you, though, curling them up against that spot that made you purr.

Moving forward to continue lapping at your clit like it physically hurt him to move away from you, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. You could feel your body dripping for him, dripping down his chin.

You took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like you never wanted to let go. 

With a gasp, he pulled back. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You taste so fucking good.”

You carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into your fist and tugging on it. 

“Please,” You begged again. 

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. He was in perfect tune with the rhythm of your body, every arch, every stutter of your hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over your sweet spot, pulling you apart from the inside. “Use your words, Angel.”

Judging by the way your walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. 

What? A man can nut too fast but when a woman does it, it’s different?

Your eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of your mouth a mile a minute while you struggled to hold on.

Aki dove back into you, parting your lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over your clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

You gasped, “Aki, wait, ‘m gonna cum.”

His lips departed from your dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide your ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding your previous pleas, he devoured you. 

“Say my name like that again,” He practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Say my name while you ride my face, baby.”

“Mmmfuck– wait,” You gasped. Your body, however, sent a different signal. You yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between your thighs. Those pretty little noises you were making increased in pitch, and became more frequent. You were near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from your devilish lips. “Wait, wait… Aki, baby.”

Aki moaned against your abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through your veins was enough to drive you wild. You were getting loud.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his dark tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while the sheets slipped further off of your hips, you knew you were a sight to behold. You tugged the sheets back, getting a good look at him buried between your thighs.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

Your guts were clenching around his tongue like you needed more. He removed his mouth from your dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work you open – an obscene mix of your juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, “I need you to cum for me.”

He had power over you in that moment, you knew he did. He had you rocking your hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release you so desperately craved. When you slapped your hand over your mouth to keep quiet – because you had gotten a bit louder, to say the least…

“Let me hear you, Angel,” He panted. “Let the whole building know who’s making you feel good.”

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you mewled, curling into yourself. 

It slipped out. It must have. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled praise of his name. “Aki!”

His smirk only grew. He licked some of you off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. “That’s it, pretty. Such a good girl for me.”

“Baby,” she mewled. “Oh, fuck, cumming!”

The coil of your release snapped, slamming into you at full force. Your hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against your gummy walls. You could feel the shock tear through you in waves, ripping trembling gasps from your lungs while you clenched around him. 

He slid his fingers out of you slowly, savoring the way your pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. 

Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed higher, the faint strain of muscle beneath his skin catching your attention before you could look away. You tried, but your gaze lingered, and the heat in your face gave you away.

He noticed – of course he did. A small, knowing smile curved at the corner of his mouth before he leaned in, catching your chin in his hand. The world went quiet.

Then he kissed you, his mouth still soaked with your arousal.

It wasn’t gentle, not exactly, but steady – his lips warm, his breath unsteady, the taste of you on his tongue. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your embarrassment mixing with something else entirely as he deepened it just a little, enough to make your head spin.

When he finally pulled back, he didn’t move far. His forehead brushed yours, the air still thick between you, his voice rough when he spoke. “You okay?”

You nodded, breathless.

He smiled again, softer this time, and whispered, “Good,” before kissing you once more.

He stretched once, long and languid. You watched him pull the clothes off the ottoman, slip his legs into his pants, the faint crease of his back muscles moving under his skin, and your stomach twisted in that familiar, fluttering way.

The sight was ridiculous, really – him, completely oblivious to how much you noticed. But you couldn’t help it. He glanced over at you, caught your eyes lingering, and smirked, that faint quirk of his mouth that said he knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed it.

You shifted yourself upright, reaching for your own clothes, bending slightly to pick them up, tugging your bra and panties into place and leaving your shirt undone for now. The movement felt self-conscious, even though he wasn’t paying that much attention. Or maybe he was, and that thought made your pulse spike.

The faint trickle of water signaled he was already in the bathroom. You padded across the carpet, slipping in behind him. The hotel toothpaste was that weird chalky mint kind, but neither of you cared. You brushed your teeth side by side, elbows almost brushing, and your shoulder nudged his occasionally. It was accidental, but your chest still tightened each time because, fuck, there was nothing casual about it.

You caught his reflection in the mirror – his tie looped awkwardly around his neck, the one you remembered him using to bind your wrists a few hours prior. Then, you caught wind of the marks on your chest, red and prominent.

He was carding his hair back with one hand, adjusting the collar with the other, eyes narrowed in concentration that didn’t match the way his mouth had quirked just for you that morning.

“Here,” you sighed, stepping closer, voice soft. “You’re doing it wrong.”

He didn’t argue, only glanced at you through the mirror, that small, teasing eyebrow raising slightly. His lips curled, half-amused, half-challenging, and you felt that flutter in your chest again. Your fingers brushed his collarbone as you took the tie from him, adjusting the knot. 

He hummed softly, a low sound that traveled straight down to your stomach. “Mm, perfect. Guess I owe you,” he murmured, voice rough, almost gravelly.

“Yeah, you do,” you answered, leaning in a little closer than necessary. You couldn’t help yourself. The heat of him standing so close was too much to bear. You felt your fingers brush over his belt buckle as you stepped closer, instinctive, the small tug pulling him toward you.

His lips found yours before you realized what you were doing, soft at first, then a little harder. The kiss carried all the residue of the night before: the small ache, the memory of him so deep inside of you… knowing nothing else would be said. His hand slid to your waist as your own fingers curled around his neck.

You were done, the knot perfect, but he didn’t move away. “All set,” you murmured, brushing imaginary lint off his shirt.

He smirked, one side of his mouth lifting just slightly. “Thanks, rookie,” he said, voice low, teasing, but there was something in the way his chest rose and fell that told you he meant more than just the tie.

You stepped closer, instinctive, catching his belt buckle with your hand, the teasing smirk fading into something warmer, heavier. He met your eyes, the mirror reflecting heat back at you, and then you were kissing him again. 

Your hands drifted, his fingers brushed against your sides, and for a moment, it was like the night never ended. In fact, when you shifted your leg against his, you felt a little something else standing at attention like the night never ended.

You grinned, “You’re hard again.”

“You look good in uniform,” He retorted. “I think I like you better without it on, though.”

You leaned closer, closer, until your noses were pressed right up against one another. “Pity we’re running late, or I’d show you.”

Aki’s grin widened, “We’d only be missing breakfast.”

You tilted your head back, teasing him with the faintest brush of your lips, and he hummed low, almost a growl, lips pressing a fraction harder. Your hands found his shoulders, curling into the fabric of his shirt, and you could feel the tension in him, that coiled, slow-burning energy that always made your stomach twist.

With a gasp, you felt your body move – he lifted you onto the bathroom sink, parting your legs and slotting himself in between them.

“You’re not about to break protocol again, are you?” you asked, voice light, teasing, but the heat in your chest betrayed you.

He pulled back just enough to smirk, eyes dark and sharp. “Fuck protocol,” he murmured, and leaned in for another kiss.

What have I started? You thought.

But, for reference, he absolutely did throw caution to the wind with protocol. Right there, up against the bathroom mirror, with your panties pulled to the side.

Himeno and Denji were already there, seated at a corner table by the window. Himeno’s posture was casual, arms folded loosely across her chest, but the gleam in her eyes was sharper than usual. Denji was halfway through a pile of pancakes, oblivious as ever, but his ears perked up slightly when he noticed you, the fork pausing mid-air.

Aki’s hand brushed yours as you walked past him toward the table. It was subtle, almost innocent, but enough to make your stomach tighten and your pulse spike. He smirked down at you, that small, knowing tilt of his lips, and you felt yourself flush.

“Morning,” Himeno said, voice light, almost teasing. She didn’t comment outright, but the way her eyes flicked from you to him – and lingered there – spoke volumes.

You slid into the chair beside Aki, Himeno perched across from you, arms folded casually – but her gaze wasn’t on Denji. It was on Aki. Sharp, calculating.You noticed it immediately, the way her eyes lingered a second too long, the faint curve of a smirk tugging at her lips.

Aki shifted slightly in his seat, catching the look out of the corner of his eye. You felt it too.

He cleared his throat, a small, deliberate sound that made your stomach tighten, and then slid out of the chair.

“I’m gonna get some coffee,” he muttered, voice neutral, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. He moved with that same slow, controlled grace, each step deliberate, aware that Himeno was watching him, studying him.

Himeno hummed softly, almost to herself, though you were sure it was loud enough for you to hear. “Busy night?” she said lightly, casual in tone, but sharp as a knife in the way her eyes flicked between you and him.

“Late night,” You corrected, “Couldn’t sleep.”

She hummed softly, almost to herself, and tilted her head, letting her eyes linger on you longer than necessary. “You’re awfully… chipper for someone who’s had such a late night,” she said lightly, casual, but the undertone was sharp, playful. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup, her gaze flicking between you and the empty space where Aki had just gone to get coffee.

You froze, hiding a flush behind the mug in your hands. “Uh… just ready for breakfast,” you muttered, voice tighter than you intended. Himeno’s smirk deepened, subtle but cutting, and she leaned back, tilting her head with the ease of someone who’d already read every page of your story without you saying a word.

“Where’s Power?” You asked.

“Bathroom.”

On cue, Aki returned with a mug of coffee in hand and slid into the chair beside you, his presence immediately grounding the charged tension that had been simmering across the table. You let out a small, relieved breath, curling just slightly toward him, hiding the residual flush from Himeno’s teasing.

Denji continued obliviously shoveling pancakes into his mouth, eyes occasionally darting around but never quite catching on, while Himeno’s smirk remained faint, sharp, knowing.

A silence fell over the table. Not uncomfortable, exactly, just the kind of quiet that leaves space for thoughts to spiral, for cheeks to warm, for your pulse to hammer.

Then, with all the theatrical timing of someone who’d waited just long enough, Power returned from the bathroom. She paused in the doorway dramatically. “Good risings, mortals,” she announced, voice dripping with mock grandeur. You glanced at her, barely able to suppress a laugh, while Aki’s eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.

She slid into her chair, shoulders back, a faint smirk curling her lips. And then she sniffed. Just once, subtle, but it was enough. Her gaze immediately locked on Aki. “Oh,” she said softly, pointing a single finger at him like she’d discovered a crime scene. “There it is. I smell it. The… mating scent.”

Aki choked on his coffee, sputtering violently into his mug, eyes wide, liquid threatening to spill across the table. Himeno’s smirk deepened, unrepentant, and Denji’s fork froze mid-air, pancakes abandoned as he looked between all of you, utterly confused.

“Excuse me?” Aki croaked, trying to regain composure, coughing through the coffee, glaring at Power but unable to hide the blush creeping up his neck.

Denji, completely missing subtlety, blurted out loudly, “Wait– you two banged?!” Then, he turned to Himeno, “I fucking told you that would happen!”

Aki’s eyes went wide, and without thinking, he kicked Denji under the table with enough force to make him yelp, sending the fork clattering to the floor. “Shut the hell up,” Aki hissed, voice low and dangerous, though it came out more like a strangled growl.

You cleared your throat, trying to rescue the situation, and said evenly, “I’m gonna get a waffle.”

You had never speedwalked so quickly in your entire life.

a/n: happy halloween sluts ;)

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Compatible Conditions

Pairing: Zombieman x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: injures, cigarettes, & blood

Summary: After the fight with Pureblood, your injuries demand more than rest. And Zombieman isn't giving you much of a choice.

A/n: This was written with the manga chapter in mind. I also realized after the fact that the vampire is never actually named (the wiki lied to me) but im not going to fix it

Your vision is already blurring by the time you stumble through the metallic double doors, one hand pressed desperately over the wound tearing across your side. Pureblood’s strike had been deeper than you expected, deep enough that your fangs ache with a painful, urgent throb of hunger.

You barely make it a few steps into the corridor before you have to brace yourself against the wall, palm sliding over cold stone as you try to catch your breath. The last of the monster horde had already been reduced to lifeless piles that offered nothing, not even a drop of usable blood. The space ahead is hollow and echoing, empty except for you and Zombieman.

Your head spins.

Across the corridor, Zombieman sits at the top of the rug-covered steps, legs spread, forearms resting on his knees. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke curling lazily as the worst of his wounds finish knitting themselves back together. After a moment, his head turns.

He watches you for a beat before pushing himself to his feet with a quiet grunt. He’s in no rush as he puts his coat on and crosses the short distance. The hero stops beside you, close enough to notice your labored breathing.

You bite down on your lip, trying to steady yourself, but the dizziness doesn’t ease up.

And of course, he notices.

Worry flickers across Zombieman’s features before his gaze sharpens, the cigarette between his fingers now forgotten.

“…You’re bleeding bad,” he says, voice low.

You manage a weak glare. “Thanks for stating the obvious.”

He steps closer without hesitation, coat torn, face smudged with soot and blood. He looks exhausted, but his focus is entirely on you.

“You need blood,” he says, concerned but certain.

You swallow, trying to force the hunger back. “I can hold out.”

His eyes flick to the gash you're still cradling, then back to your eyes.

“You can barely stand,” he says firmly. “Hell, you'll pass out before we even reach the surface.”

He sets his axe aside with a dull clank and rolls his shoulders once, moving the collar of his coat.

“Here.” He tilts his head to bare the side of his neck.

"Z…" You warn.

"Relax." His hooded gaze is on you as you stare at the line of his jugular vein, visible and steady. "I can’t die, remember."

You hesitate. Pureblood’s voice still lingers in the back of your mind, that sneer of disdain, and the way he’d recoiled at the taste of Zombieman’s blood. Then his scent reaches you. Metallic, warm, and unfamiliar. Not wrong or unpleasant. Just different. Nothing like what Pureblood had mocked. Strange in a way that tingles along your senses.

Before you can rationalize anything, the thirst surges and drowns every coherent thought. Hunger takes over, sharp and unforgiving.

As if entranced, you bare your fangs and sink into the flesh.

His blood hits your tongue in a rush so intense it drives the breath from your lungs. Hot and powerful, it spills through you like fire, sinking deep into your veins and setting every nerve alight. Your hands grip his coat, pulling him closer as instinct replaces intent.

You keep drinking long after your wounds have healed. The taste is too intoxicating to pull away from, each swallow dragging you deeper as the world narrows to the steady pulse beneath your lips.

Zombieman’s breath stutters, not sharp but heavy, as if the air itself has grown thicker. His shoulders tense for a moment, a faint hitch betraying the slow ache setting in, then he steadies, letting it pass like he’s felt it a hundred times before.

But the sound crashes through you like ice water, cutting cleanly through the haze and snapping you back into yourself.

You rip yourself away from his neck, stumbling back. "Z-Zombie, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize- It was like I lost myself, I didn’t mean to-"

His back is against the stone wall, chest rising a little heavier than before. He blinks once, then brings the cigarette to his lips as if the motion alone helps ground him.

“…How you feeling?” he asks.

Of course he'd ask about you.

You stare at the deep punctures in his neck, a tight knot forming in your chest. “I hurt you.”

He brushes the wound and shrugs. "It'll heal."

"That’s not the point." Your voice shakes. "Just because you regenerate doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I lost control, and-"

“Hey,” he cuts you off gently. “You’re healed. And this,” he adds, tapping the skin as it knits itself back together, “will be fine in a minute.”

"That doesn’t mean I want to be the reason you feel pain," you whisper.

He exhales softly, almost a huff. “This isn’t the worst I’ve felt today.”

“That doesn’t make it okay.”

“Maybe not,” his gaze holds yours, calm and grounded, “but I didn’t stop you. That was my call.”

You hesitate. “You could’ve…?”

“I could’ve,” he says simply.

The weight of that choice sinks in, heavy and strangely reassuring.

"Next time," he says quietly, "don’t panic. I can handle you."

You look up, heart skipping a beat.

"Next time?" you echo.

Zombieman meets your gaze unwavering.

Your throat tightens as the echo of his blood still hums in your system. It's warm and intoxicating. You’re shaken by how quickly you fell into it, and how easily it could have swallowed you whole.

You push the thought away before it can settle.

"If you need blood again," he says, "you know where to find me."

[clover-writes-things]

Is OPM season 3 terrible? Yes. Did I decide to read the manga and then write a fanfic inspired by Zombieman's fight w/ Pureblood in prep for s3e10 tomorrow? Also yes.

[clover-writes-things]

Collector's Courage

Pairing: King x Reader (One Punch Man)

Word Count: 585

Warnings: none

Summary: You're a voice actor, and King is at a convention to meet you

A/N: Literally just an idea I had for my oc. Please lmk if I messed up the reader's gender. I made sure to keep it gn.

The convention floor is chaos, a sea of cosplayers, foam swords, and overpriced coffee. King has faced alien invasions, monster hordes, and the terrifying unpredictability of Saitama’s grocery shopping habits, but none of that compares to this.

He stands in line clutching a collector’s edition box of Crimson Vanguard 4: Shadows of Eternity, palms sweating. The cover art gleams with the smirking face of River Nightingale, the sword-slinging hero voiced by the person sitting just a few feet away.

You.

You’re smiling at each fan who steps up to your table, your lively voice thanking them, laughing at their stories. King watches as you sign another art print, the metallic gold ink gliding across glossy paper like a spell.

He swallows, adjusting his baseball cap. “It’s just a meet and greet,” he mutters to himself. “Completely normal. People do this all the time. It’s fine.”

The Hero Association’s Strongest Man has never felt weaker.

When it’s finally his turn, you look up and recognition flickers for a fraction of a second before you brighten again. You’ve seen him on TV, of course. Everyone has. But you also notice the nervous tremor in his hands, the way his gaze darts to the table and back like he’s afraid to meet your eyes.

So you decide to make it easier on him.

“Hi there! Oh wow, is that the CV4 collector’s box? You’ve got good taste.” You beam, setting the energy for him. 

Your enthusiasm knocks the breath out of him. “Y-Yeah,” He says, gripping the box a little too tight. “It’s my favorite in the series.” 

You outstretch towards the box, and he clumsily shoves it towards you. “Who am I making it out to?”

“Uh… K-King,” he stammers, and immediately winces, like he shouldn’t have said it.

Your eyes flick up towards him then back to the box before beginning to write. “King, huh? I like the name.”

“Th-thanks,” he manages, his heart hammering. You can practically hear the notorious King Engine.

You tilt your head, voice softening. “So, who’s your favorite character?”

He freezes. His brain throws up blue screens. “Uh, River,” he blurts. “They’re… amazing. Their voice is… incredible. It uh… really brings the character to life.”

You bite back a smile. “Oh? That’s sweet of you to say. River’s a fun one to play.” You lean in just slightly. “I heard the voice actor is kind of a dork, though.”

That earns a startled laugh from him, low, awkward, genuine. “I-I don’t think so.”

You grin. “You don’t, huh?” You finish signing his box and slide it toward him, your autograph shining like a badge of honor. He notices an added message that says ‘To my bravest fan, fight on!’

He stares at it, cheeks coloring faintly. “Thank you. Really.”

“Of course,” you say warmly. “And hey, if I ever meet you at another con, maybe I’ll have a new favorite voice-role out.”

He nods too quickly. “Yeah. I-I’ll definitely be there.”

He turns to go, heart pounding, clutching the box like it’s a priceless relic.

Behind him, you call softly, “It was nice meeting you, King.”

The way you say his name, calm, confident, almost teasing, makes him wonder if you actually knew who he was all along.

Later, when he gets home and sets the signed box on his shelf beside his game consoles and unopened action figures, King can’t help but smile.

Monsters might terrify him, but somehow, meeting you was the scariest and best battle he’s ever survived.

[clover-writes-things]

do u think u could write smth for the timekeeper

Oh geez tbh I've been so busy I haven't finished BL4. What I have gotten to so far with The Timekeeper he just doesn't interest me like that, so I don't see myself writing for him at all. I appreciate the ask though !

[moonlight-presence]

At the same damn time

2 Adrians Chase (Vigilante) X Female Reader

Summary: Adrian and Adrian 2 have sex with you.

4,288 words

!SMUT CONTENT!

“Adrian, this is a bad fucking idea.” 

 “No, it's noootttt!” he says as he starts unlocking the door to his secret room. Well, not his, but his other him? Fuck, this is already too confusing. 

 “Baby, something is wrong with this dimension…” you whisper and put your hand on his shoulder. “What if the other you kills us both?” 

 “He would never! I wouldn't, so why would he?” Adrian argues, unlocking the last lock. 

 He glances at you with enthusiasm, and you can't help but smile a bit. You know how much this means to him, but you also know some weird shit is going on in this universe… Something feels wrong. You immediately noticed when you and Adrian were walking to this house.

 “Okay… We go in, but if your other you is a fucking maniac or something, I won't hesitate to shoot him, okay?” you say as Adrian grabs the doorknob.

 “Baby… You can't kill me!” 

 “It's not you, Adrian!” you exclaim with a still soft voice. “It's your other you? Fuck, I don't know.” 

 “Everything is going to be fine. Just follow my lead.” 

 You go to speak, but he lifts the mask to his nose and kisses you quickly, making you remain silent. You scowl at him as he pulls the mask back down.

 Adrian opens the door slowly, and your spine tingles from top to bottom as you hear the ominous creak the hinges make. He pushes it open and walks in; you follow him with light footsteps. 

 The first thing you notice is that there aren't any piles of cocaine lying around. The other thing you notice is somebody sharpening a knife somewhere inside the basement. You grab Adrian's hand, squeezing it hard. 

 “Adrian…” you say, reaching for your gun.

 “Sssshhh… I hear somebody…” he whispers, walking towards the sound. 

 You grab the gun handle tighter, your knuckles turning white as you walk slowly behind him. 

The sharpening noise gets louder and louder, and your breath gets stuck in your throat. Finally, you see a man, wearing an identical suit to your Adrian, sitting, his back to you, while doing something on a table. His hair looks exactly like Adrian's, and your eyes widen when he finally hears you two and turns around rapidly, grabbing a gun from his back pocket.

 “What the fuck?!” he asks. Your Adrian starts jumping up and down in glee, while you are terrified. “Who are you, and why are you here?!

 Your mouth opens as you recognize who this person is… It's Adrian. Not your Adrian, but the other Adrian. 

 “Whoa, dude, hold on! Hold on!” Adrian says, putting his hands up. He quickly grabs his mask and pulls it from his head, throwing it to the side. “It's me! I'm you from another dimension! My keys worked to get in here!”

 The other Adrian continues to remain serious, his eyes locked on your Adrian, and your blood runs cold. If you grab your gun now, he will kill you both… And if you do nothing, he kills you both. 

Shit.

 “Listen—” you begin saying, but that's when the other Adrian's face breaks into a grin. 

 “Are you fucking kidding me?!” he says enthusiastically.

 “No!” your Adrian says, matching his other self’s energy. 

  Adrian 2 (you have decided to call him that) lowers the gun immediately and puts it away. You let out a relieved breath, your shoulders relaxing.

  “Holy shit!” Adrian 2 begins laughing, and your Adrian does as well. 

 You are left speechless as they start pointing at each other and laughing hysterically. 

“We Spider-Man memed!” both Adrians exclaim. They point to each other again and again while moving their bodies side to side, like a couple of kids. 

 You rub your forehead, trying to understand what actually happened, but there are no words in the English language to express how you are feeling right now. There are two of them… You are actually staring at two Adrians. You know your Adrian better than anybody else, especially because you have been dating for a couple of years now, but this Adrian seems exactly the same. The only difference is the color of the glasses’ frame… But except for that, everything else is identical. 

 And, as you begin looking him up and down, studying Adrian 2, you realize he also looks really good in the Vigilante suit. The thought makes you shiver a bit, and you push it back. What’s wrong with you? You just met Adrian 2 from another fucking dimension, and you are already thinking about how hot he looks? Get a fucking grip…

 “This is amazing…” Adrian 2 says with a heavy breath. He puts his hand on his hips and then looks at you. “And who’s she?”

 “Oh, sorry!” Adrian says your name, and you wave at Adrian 2, making his eyes widen. “She’s my girlfriend! Or our girlfriend? Oh my god, dude, do you also have a girlfriend?”

 Adrian 2’s eyes start running up and down your body, and you cross your arms beneath your chest, your cheeks heating up a bit. You don’t know how to feel about his obvious stare. 

 “Me?!” Adrian 2 asks. “Nah… I don’t have time for all that. I’m super busy and stuff…” He walks towards you, making you step back. 

 “Okay, dude. Haven’t you stared enough?!” you ask, making your voice harsh. 

 “Whoa, sorry! It’s just…” Adrian 2 clears his throat. “You are super hot; I see why the other me is dating you.”

 “Right?!” Adrian says while laughing. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be with her! At first, she was like super mean and stuff, which was like hot, but I thought we would never get together… But then! Well, then she invited me over to her house, and we—"

 “Okay! That’s enough, baby!” you say over him. Your cheeks are now a bit pink. “I think he got the idea.”

 “I just wanted him to know how sick you are during sex, baby!” Adrian whines, pointing at Adrian 2. 

 You groan, feeling extremely embarrassed. 

 “She is?! Dude!” Adrian 2 puts his fist in front of Adrian, and they fist bump. “You lucky fucker! That’s so fucking sick! I mean, I would love to fuck her too, but I’m happy you are actually with her!”

 Your head snaps to look at Adrian 2, your eyes as big as you can make them. Did you just hear that correctly? 

 “What was that?” you ask. 

 “What?” he asks, smiling. “Oh! Yeah, sorry… I know we only just met, but I feel like I can trust you two, right?”

 “Dude, of course! You are me, remember? Also, it’s not a surprise that the other me also finds her super fucking hot… I’m just happy we both have good taste.”

 They laugh again in unison, making you think about what Adrian 2 just said. 

 There you were, in a weird fucking dimension, and instead of finding Chris and Harcourt, you are stuck with a version of your boyfriend… And he just fucking admitted he wants to fuck you. 

 Part of you wants to smack both their heads together; the other part is a bit…curious… They look identical, and they sound the same, and… well… you have always imagined what would happen if you actually found the other Adrian in here. Just hours after Ads told you about the portal, you began wondering. Adrian may have been excited to meet his other self just because he thinks that’s super cool, but you found the idea confusing. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder. 

 Was he going to find you attractive like your Adrian did? Was he going to be a horrible man? Be completely different?

 Several possibilities ran through your mind, but now that you were here and you saw that they were pretty much the same person, more possibilities appeared in your head. And they weren’t quite as pure as you liked them to be. 

 “So… Do you want to sit?” Adrian 2 asks. 

 “Yeah,” you reply, smiling at him. 

 He guides you to a couch near a window, and you three sit down. Your Adrian is to your left, and Adrian 2 is to your right. You didn’t mean to sit in the middle, but it sort of just happened. 

 Now, stuck between them as they speak about Pokémon and their favorite colors, you rub your hands together in your lap. You can feel their legs pressed to yours, making your body burn with a shameful lust and desire. It’s weird, it’s confusing, and it’s making you want to crawl up the walls. 

 There are more urgent things to attend to and questions to ask Adrian 2, but it seems like your body is betraying you. You can’t help but ignore how good they both look and how much their touch is identical. They even smell the same, and it’s driving you crazy. 

 “Hey, are you okay?” Adrian asks, putting his hand on your leg. He seems a bit worried. 

 “What?” You glance at him and smile a bit. “Yeah… I…”

 “Are you sick?” Adrian 2 grabs your hand, holding it for a few seconds. “You don’t seem to have a fever… And you don’t look sickly at all. Are diseases different in your dimension?”

 “No, I’m fine!” you say, maybe a bit louder than you intended. You notice that Adrian is still touching your leg, and Adrian 2 is still holding your hand. 

 Your heart is beating very fast, and your body is burning up more and more. You clench your thighs together, trying to ignore the throb in your crotch. It’s nearly impossible to, though, not when they are both touching you. 

 “Guys…” You look at your Adrian, and he seems to notice what is happening right now. Despite not understanding people that well, he seems to understand you.

 “Oh… No way?” he whispers, excitement in his voice. His thumb begins rubbing your leg, making circles on your jeans.

 “What?” Adrian 2 asks. 

 “Are you sure?” Adrian asks, putting his other hand on your face. You lean into his touch and shiver. 

 “I…Fuck, I think so… Is that weird?” you murmur, blushing more. 

 “Are you kidding me?” Adrian’s hand starts going higher, making you clench your thighs again. “This is like a wet dream come true.”

 Adrian 2 gasps loudly, maybe connecting the dots at the mention of his “wet dream.” He lets go of your hand and puts it on your leg as well. You don’t dare to look at him, not yet at least, but do enjoy his touches on your right thigh. 

 “Come here,” Adrian whispers. 

 You put your lips to his, grabbing the back of his neck. You part your legs almost by instinct and feel Adrian 2 slip his hand between them, making you moan into Adrian’s mouth. He groans, deepening the kiss, and then moves his hand as well. Soon, both their fingers are on your crotch, making you breathless. 

 You pull apart from the kiss, shivering in pleasure as they rub your folds through the fabric up and down. The touch is light, not enough at all, but this is too arousing, so somehow, it feels enough.

 “My turn?” Adrian 2 asks from the other side. 

 You move your head slowly, meeting his eyes. He goes to kiss you, but you turn your cheek to him, not sure if you want to kiss this person who’s not exactly your boyfriend. Adrian 2 doesn’t seem to take offense at that, and you gasp when his lips find your neck instead. 

 He begins running his tongue over your pulse point, driving you insane as you look up and close your eyes in ecstasy. 

 Then, as if to make matters worse (or better), Adrian starts kissing your neck as well. His kisses are slow and teasing, while Adrian 2’s are urgent and filled with lust. It’s amazing how they both kiss so similarly yet so differently. Your Adrian has patience that comes with being your boyfriend for so long, while Adrian 2 has the urgency that’s so similar to your first times together with Adrian. It’s nostalgic, it’s weird, and it’s making you get wetter and wetter. You feel your clit throb and moan their name as their fingers press against your clit. 

 Both Adrians smile into your skin. 

 “This is so fucking nuts… Fuck…” you whisper before licking your lips. “Oh my God, I need one of you inside of me right now.”

 They pull away from your neck, Adrian first, as he bites your skin gently before letting go. 

 “How do you want me?” he whispers, voice low and filled with lust. He’s already reaching for his pants, and you glance down. 

 You were so preoccupied with your own lust that you didn’t notice how hard both Adrians are. That makes you wonder… Are they the same girth and length? 

 “Do you want me to blow you, baby?” you ask, putting your hand over his as he reaches for his boner. Adrian groans when you squeeze both his hand and his cock. 

 “Fuck yeah… I want anything you want, baby.”

 You bite your bottom lip, squeezing his cock again before turning to look at Adrian 2.

 “Hm… Hi,” you say awkwardly, making Adrian 2 grin. 

 “Hey, pretty.” He cups your pussy again, making you thrust into his hand. “Can I fuck you? I really want to feel your pussy around my dick… Please?”

 The throb in your pussy is now maddening, and you can’t even think for a second. 

 “Yes…” You shake your head, laughing a bit. “Fuck me, Adrian.”

 “Hell yeah.” 

 You hear Adrian get up and start unbuckling his pants, but your eyes are glued to Adrian 2’s face. He’s staring at your lips, and you know that look. It’s the one your Adrian does whenever he looks at you when you are about to have sex. He wants you badly, and for whatever reason, so do you. 

 You move hesitantly towards him and press your foreheads together. It’s weird knowing your boyfriend is behind you both, staring as you travel your hand up Adrian 2’s lap. But it’s too late to back down now, so you take off his belt, fast and with sloppy hands, and sneak your hand inside his boxers. 

 His hot breath hits your nose, and his face scrunches in pleasure as you grab his shaft, pulling it out. You look down, seeing that his dick is exactly as you remember, and smirk. He’s already leaking precum, pearly beads rolling from his slit, and you collect them, spreading them on his shaft. 

 Adrian 2 whines, lips inches from yours, and you start stroking him slowly. You do exactly the same twists and apply the same pressure as when you are stroking your Adrian, and thankfully, it seems to be working. He’s breathing heavily, face bright red, and pupils dilated as you pleasure him. 

 “Fuck… Oh God…” he whispers, looking down as his head goes in and out of your fist. 

 Then, as you are determined to make Adrian 2 feel good, you feel a pair of hands on your back. Adrian travels them down your spine and then grabs your waist, pulling it up like you weigh nothing. 

 You realize what he’s trying to do, so you get on all fours on the couch, letting go of Adrian 2’s dick as you put both hands down. 

 “It’s like watching porn of us, baby!” Adrian points out with glee from behind you. He puts his hands on the hem of your jeans, and you wait in anticipation as he slides them down. 

 Cold air hits your clothed and sticky pussy, making you clench on nothing. You are so lost in what Adrian is doing that you don’t notice Adrian 2 getting up from the couch and walking to where Adrian is. 

 “Look at that… She’s so fucking wet,” Adrian says in awe, running his fingers on your wet panties. You whine, arching your back at the touch. 

 “Holy shit… You are so lucky, man.”

 “No, we are so lucky!”

 You hear them high-five, making your eyes roll a bit, even if a smile stays on your face. 

 “Are you boys going to jerk each other off, or is anybody going to fuck me?” you say with a teasing voice, looking over your shoulder. Your eyes land on Adrian, who now has his hard cock out of his pants.

 “Oh! Right, sorry!” Adrian 2 says. 

 Adrian walks to your front, and you follow him with your eyes slowly, enjoying how he’s stroking his dick even as he walks. 

 He stops in front of you, and you look up. 

 “You are loving this, aren’t you, baby?” Adrian asks with confidence that Adrian 2 lacks. 

 You bite your bottom lip and look at his cock. Your eyebrow arches. “It seems that we are both loving this.”

 He grins, putting one knee on the bed. His hand goes to your chin, and he tilts it up, bringing his leaking head inches from your lips. 

 Meanwhile, Adrian 2 begins running his fingers on your clothed pussy, driving you insane. You whine and move against his touch, making him feel how wet you are. He curses under his breath and finally grabs your panties and slides them down your thighs. 

 “Holy shit… It’s beautiful,” he says in the exact same tone somebody might use when they look at the Mona Lisa.

 You giggle and then feel his hands on your ass as he squeezes the flesh. You moan, and Adrian takes the opportunity to put his head on your lips. You focus on him again as Adrian 2 squeezes and slaps your ass gently. 

 “You can go harder, other me,” Adrian says, without breaking eye contact with you. “She loves it.”

 Adrian 2 lands a harsher slap to your ass cheek, making you moan loudly. 

 During this, Adrian is running beads of precum on your lips, coating them with it. You start licking his head slowly, trying to taste as much of him as you can. He curses under his breath and then lets go of your chin, grabbing your hair instead. 

 “Please…” you beg. 

 “Was that for me or the other me?” Adrian asks.

 “Both. Please, I need you both so badly.”

 Adrian 2 curses and then puts his cock on your entrance, letting it rest there as he feels how slick you are. 

 You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue for Adrian. He smirks, and the confidence that you love is clear on his face. He has changed a bit during sex ever since you started dating. He’s a bit more dominant, even if you love it when he submits to you. 

 Finally, as you are basically going insane with anticipation, Adrian puts his cock on your tongue and starts sliding it inside your mouth. At the same time, Adrian 2 begins entering you, making you gasp around Adrian’s dick. 

 You feel every inch of Adrian 2 stretch you while Adrian’s cock rests heavy on your tongue. 

 “Oh fuuuuucckkk… Dude…” Adrian 2 whines, barely resisting thrusting all the way in. He’s taking his time feeling you around his shaft. 

 “I know… You should feel how good her mouth is, too.”

 You can’t do anything but moan as you wrap your lips around Adrian’s cock and start bopping your head. He holds your hair, guiding your head back and forward as you suck and swirl your tongue on his cock. 

 Adrian 2 grabs your hips hard, and you feel him pull out before slamming inside of you harshly. The thrust is so sudden that Adrian’s cock goes deeper inside your mouth, making you almost gag. Fortunately, you control your reflex and get back to pleasuring him. 

 “Shit… Oh god… She’s so tight and warm,” Adrian 2 says, fucking you at an amazingly good pace. 

 You can hear the squelching noise his cock makes as he goes in and out, and it almost matches how your mouth sounds around Adrian’s dick. Saliva is dripping from the corners of your mouth, and your arousal drips in strings from your thighs. 

 Pleasure comes from the way Adrian 2’s dick is fucking you just right, his shaft pulsing and burning hot inside of you, and from the way Adrian’s dick is heavy and so good on your mouth. You love how Adrian 2 whines and how Adrian curses, pulling your hair. 

 It’s like fucking both dominant and submissive Adrian. A dream come true. 

 You moan around his cock again, making him pull your hair harder and moan in pleasure as well. You can feel sweat soak your blouse and bra, making your nipples hard. It’s beyond arousing. 

 “Ah…Fuck… Ah… I can’t believe you are dating her,” Adrian 2 moans weakly, fucking himself harder into you.

 “Yeah. She’s so perfect… Always so…fuck…perfect.”

 You start flickering your tongue on his shaft, just the right rhythm to create vibrations on his cock, and Adrian moves a bit forward, almost as if he got punched. That makes you clench around Adrian 2, and he whines again. They are both close; you can hear their heavy breaths. 

 “Fuck her faster,” Adrian says between breaths. “She’s close. Can you feel it?”

 “Oh, dude, yeah… Fuck, she’s gripping my dick so tightly…” he answers with a strained voice. 

 You let your body be moved back and forward like a rag doll. You are too drunk on pleasure to guide your movements anymore. You give in… you let yourself drown. 

 And it never felt better. 

 A knot appears on your lower belly slowly, and it’s like flames are moving all around your body. You are sure you are almost running a fever, and you are dripping sweat, but you don’t care. 

 Two Adrians are fucking you… Two fucking Adrians are actually fucking you right now. How insane is that?

 “Ah… I can’t hold it anymore… Ah…” Adrian 2 whines.

 “Touch her clit… Fuck, I’m close…”

 Adrian 2 immediately puts his fingers on your clit and begins rubbing it, making you moan loudly. Your noises are muffled as your mouth is fucked faster and faster. 

 Adrian 2 begins shuddering; you feel it against you, and then you feel him thrust unevenly as he shoots his load inside of you. He lets out a string of “thank you” and curses mixed with your name as he begins cumming. 

 You close your eyes, feeling tears on them, and his cum inside of you, plus his fingers on your clit drives you over the edge. 

 Waves of pleasure run through your spine, and you start clenching and unclenching around Adrian 2’s throbbing cock. You try to breathe through it, and thankfully, Adrian takes off his cock from your mouth, making you gasp and cry out in pleasure. 

 Adrian 2 thrusts a few more times, trying to ride out your high, and then stills. You hear him panting from behind, his fingers stopping on your clit. 

 “Holy shit…” he whispers through breaths. 

 “Ah… Fuck,” you reply with a very tired voice. 

 You open your eyes again, feeling Adrian 2’s cum inside of you, and then look at Adrian. He’s still hard, stroking himself, as he looks down at you. 

 “Open…” he says, and you immediately stick out your tongue. 

 He strokes himself faster and faster, his cock glistening with precum and your saliva.

 Soon, he begins cumming as well, and ropes of cum land on your tongue. He moans your name, eyes half closed and lips parted slightly. You admire him, loving him so much as always, and let him finish. 

 When the last drop of cum lands on your tongue, you put it inside your mouth, swallowing everything. 

 “Good girl,” he whispers, collapsing on the couch as he sits on it. 

 You shiver around Adrian 2’s softening cock, and he seems to notice. He begins pulling out, hissing along the way, and you hear him sit on the couch as well. Heavy breathing is heard from around you as you slowly turn your body so your back is on the couch. 

 You put your head on Adrian’s lap while Adrian 2 grabs your calves, helping you lie down on the couch.

 “You okay?” Adrian asks, stroking your cheek gently. 

 “Hm hm… This was fucking insane,” you comment with a chuckle. 

 “Honestly? I feel like this will stay in my head forever and ever…” Adrian 2 says as he brushes your legs up and down. “Even if the Nazis kill me, my ghost will remember this.”

 Your eyes immediately widen, your body becoming alert as the last residue of bliss fades from your brain. You jump to a sitting position, looking at Adrian 2 with an urgent face. 

 “Nazis?! What?!”

 “Uh?… Ooooohhh… You guys don’t know?” Adrian 2 says, wincing a bit. 

 “Know what, other me?”

 He rubs the back of his head and pushes his glasses up his nose bridge. 

 “The Nazis won World War II… They rule the world now. That isn't a thing in your dimension?”

 Your jaw drops open, and you hear Adrian curse loudly. 

 “SHIT! I told you something was wrong here, Adrian!”

 “How is this my fault?!” both men reply with a whiny voice, making you groan loudly. 

 Well shit… This is what you get for being too horny to properly think about your surroundings… It was still worth it, though. 

 But now it’s time to push this aside and get back to work. 

 “You and you,” you point to each Adrian. “Grab your shit, put away your dicks, and let's go find the rest of the team."

 “Yes, ma’am!” they reply, once again in unison.  

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ONCE AGAIN THE RAFA FIC IS PERFECT AND I AM SCREAMING, THANK YOU FOR THIS GLORIOUS FEAST!! You write him SO DAMN WELL, I LOVE IT, YOURE AMAZING

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[clover-writes-things]

Firelight and Scar Tissue

Pairing: Rafa the Exo-Soldier x reader

Word Count: 807

Warnings: mentions of scars

Summary: Rafa's Deadframe is causing him pain, and you offer a helping hand.

The campfire’s light painted the surrounding terrain in shades of gold. The night had gone quiet after the chaos of the day. The Vault Hunters had made camp in some wreckage of an old Order transport, its hull now a windbreak against the midnight chill.

It was your turn for night watch, and everyone had turned in for the night. Well, everyone except Rafa. He sat adjacent to you, resting against a fallen tree. The firelight caught the sharp lines of his face, hair messy from hours under his helmet. His eyes, usually full of energy, were hooded now, narrowed against pain he couldn’t quite hide.

His hand was pressed tight to his shoulder, right where one of the suit’s connectors met flesh. Every shift of his weight made his jaw tighten.

Your eyes flickered off the weapon you were cleaning. “Frame’s acting up again?”

Rafa’s lips twitched in a humorless half-smile. “¿Qué crees?” he muttered, voice dry. “Feels like a Thresher took me for target practice, then came back for the encore.”

“That bad, huh? You hiding a whole demolition derby over there?”

“Only every damn night,” Rafa said. He tipped his head back against the log, exhaling through his nose. “Tediore built this thing to keep me breathing, sí, but comfort? Not in the budget. Cheap alloys, crappy welds. Guess pain was just part of the price tag.”

There was something in the way he said it, too matter-of-fact, like he’d already accepted it as permanent. It didn’t sit right with you.

You placed your weapon down and started to walk over. “Let me help.”

That got you a skeptical look, eyebrows raised, eyes sharp in the firelight. “What, you moonlight as a Vault Hunter and a masajista? Gonna rub the corporate cruelty right out of me?”

“Hey, I multi-class,” you said with a grin. “Now, move your hand.”

Rafa huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Dios mío, this ranks high on my bad decisions list.” Still, he let his hand drop and shifted his back toward you. “Fine. But if you hit the wrong nerve and I fry, you’re on stretcher duty next firefight.”

“Deal,” you said, already leaning in.

Up close, it was harsher than you’d imagined. The Deadframe’s connectors had left thin burn lines etched into his skin, surrounded by ridges of scar tissue. Your chest tightened at the sight.

You pressed your fingers gently against the muscle. Rafa hissed through his teeth.

“Relax,” you said softly. “I’ll work around the worst of it. Just breathe.”

“Easy for you to say,” he muttered. Still, his shoulders loosened under your hands as you kneaded slowly, carefully working into the knots. His head dipped forward slightly, strands of dark hair falling into his face.

For a while, neither of you spoke. Just the fire’s crackle, and the low whirl of the Deadframe’s coolers. Then Rafa broke the silence.

“You know, the others didn’t make it.” His voice was quieter now, words clipped. “The other Exo-Soldiers, I mean. I wasn’t the only prototype. Just the only one who… lasted.”

Your hands stilled for a moment. “You don’t have to-”

“No, está bien. You should know. Most of them burned out in weeks. Some in days. Walking corpses in suits. That’s what Tediore made us into. Disposable.”

You pressed your thumbs firmer into his shoulder muscle, grounding him. “And yet you’re still here.”

He let out a dry laugh. “For now.”

“No,” you said firmly. “You’re tougher than the junk they strapped to you. You’re more than what they built. You're not expendable to me… You’re you. You’re Rafa.”

His head tilted, and for the first time tonight, he really looked at you. Firelight caught in his eyes, softening their usual sharpness.

“You always talk like that?” he asked. “Like you actually believe it?”

“I do,” you said with a hopeful smile.

For a long moment, Rafa just stared. Then, slowly his shoulders slumped, the fight bleeding out of him as your hands worked the tension away.

“…Not bad,” he admitted at last, voice low. “Haven’t had anyone do this before. Feels… different.”

You smiled. “Get used to it. You’ve got people now. People who actually give a damn.”

Something flickered in his expression, surprise maybe, or just something he’d buried deep. Then his mouth curved into a crooked grin.

“Careful, cariño. Keep this up, and I might start expecting it.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a final squeeze. “Guess I’ll just have to deliver, then.”

Rafa leaned back against the fallen tree again, eyes half-closed, jaw finally relaxed. For once, he looked at ease. Not a Tediore prototype, not a weapon. Just human.

The fire burned low, the night pressing in quietly around the camp. You settled beside him in a comfortable silence, Rafa’s breath steady like a fragile promise.

For tonight, that was enough.

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Hi, I need you to know your Rafa fic was perfect and beautiful and everything I ever needed in life, whatever you need to write more, I will somehow GET TO YOU, I WILL BURN DOWN PLANETS FOR YOU

I'm so glad you liked it! I actually have another Rafa fic I'm working on rn. I probably need to fix this blog into a proper writers blog but I never thought I would upload my writing

[clover-writes-things]

Kiss the Deadframe

Pairing: Rafa the Exo-Soldier x reader

Word Count: 422 (it's short)

Started playing Borderlands 4 and I’m nowhere near done with the game, but I totally fell in love with Rafa. So, plz enjoy! lol

The safehouse smelled faintly of gun oil and cheap instant noodles. A rusted fan rattled overhead, struggling to push back the Kairos heat. The night was quiet, save for Rafa’s muttering and the distant crack of gunfire across the outer town ruins.

You leaned back on the battered couch, legs kicked up on the table that was cluttered with various papers and ammo boxes. Rafa sat on the floor, his left foot propped on his right thigh, sparks flickering as he adjusted the stubborn wires in the calf of his Deadframe. He moved with a practiced elegance that made it look effortless, though you knew better.

“You really enjoy spending your nights sweet-talking that thing, don’t you?” you said, cracking an eye open with a smirk.

Rafa’s eyes flicked toward you, a grin already forming. “Careful, cariño. This thing is the only reason you didn’t get turned into Swiss cheese today… If you like, I could let you kiss it for good luck.”

You snorted. “I’ll pass, kissing an exo-suit is not on the top of my list.”

He glanced up, grin widening. “Ay, how about kissing the man in the suit?”

“You’re impossible.” You muttered, rolling your eyes.

“And yet… You didn’t say no,” he teased, twisting a connector with a flick of his wrist. Sparks danced across the joint, making him hiss under his breath.

“Smooth,” you said, with a lazy grin. “Trying to flirt and electrocute yourself at the same time? Bold strategy for sure."

He shot you a sideways look, all teeth and mischief. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed. A man who knows his way around tech? That’s irresistible, sí?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “What, is that your go-to when flirting?”

“Is it working?” He asked, shifting to his other leg. The Deadframe whirred softly as he adjusted the inner panel.

You stood, stretching lazily. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

“Hmm?” Rafa hummed distractedly, still focused on the connectors. He only noticed you when your shadow blocked the overhead light. 

You leaned down and tilted his chin up with a gentle hand. His breath hitched just before your lips met his. The kiss was soft and deliberate. When you pulled back, Rafa was grinning like he’d just won the jackpot.

“Good choice,” he said, voice low. “Skipping the suit and going straight for the man.”

You groaned and started to step away.

“Espera, cariño.” His hand shot out, catching your wrist. His grin never faltered, playful and infuriating. “Who said I was done with you?”

[kaizoku-gary]

The calm before the storm

Pairing: Kinemon x reader with afab/female reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 2102

Warnings/Tags: unprotected sex, oral sex (reader giving), cockwarming, age gap (no underage).

Summary: the reader notices how tense Kinemon is the night before the big battle and decides to give him a little head help.

A/N: I find the lack of Kin'emon smut disturbing.

Where are my fellow Kin'emon simps!?

BTW, this is a little AU where everything stays the same except Kin'emon is not married (O-Tsuru doesn't deserve to be cheated on) and he's not a freaking giant... because ouch.

Read it on AO3

Cover by: ヤシヨ

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As the big day approaches, the tension grows like an ominous wave menacing to drown everyone's hopes. In two days you’ll all be sailing to Onigashima, to avenge Oden’s death and restore the rule of the Kozuki clan over Wano. But that's easier said than done; the enemy is too powerful to be taken for granted and the rebel group is notably outnumbered. As much as you try to ignore it, and no matter how strong your conviction is, these two facts manage to keep you awake at night. Still, you're willing to give your life if that means Wano will be freed from Kaidou's reign of terror.

The night begins to fall while the group discusses and revises the last details of the plan. Defeating the emperor may be a long shot, but the rebels aren't weak, and having the support of such a strong crew like the Straw Hats increases the chances of winning the war. After a while, when there's nothing left to say, it's time for everyone to go to bed and rest.

Despite your worries and anxiety, you fall sound asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. But it isn’t long until your recurring nightmares begin. Your friends and allies die one by one on the battlefield. You're badly hurt, but you keep fighting like a wild animal. Then you hear a deafening blast. An enormous shadow rises over you. Kaidou traps you between his claws and you hear your bones cracking... You snap awake and sit on the bed, panting and trembling as you try to shake those horrible images away. A moment later, you decide to take some fresh air. Maybe a short walk will calm your mind down.

As soon as you step outside the house, the bright light of the moon and the soft breeze coming from the sea welcome you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, focussing your mind on the sound of the waves; remaining there for a couple of minutes, as the melody of the night slowly eases your soul.

After a moment, you begin walking towards the cliff, planning to sit there and admire the ocean before going to bed when a dark figure sitting on a stone catches your attention. You approach it as carefully and quietly as possible. The chances of it being the enemy, are low, but letting your guard down is never a wise choice.

As you come closer, the mysterious figure becomes more familiar to you. Soon you notice Kin'emon staring at the sea with a deeply concerned expression on his face. The samurai notices your presence and quickly turns around with both hands on his swords, ready to attack.

"Y/N! I thought you were already in bed." Kin'emon says relaxing his posture.

“I guess I’m not the only one who can’t sleep.” You mention with a tired smile as you walk closer. “May I join you, Kin-san?” You ask pointing to the empty space next to him.

"S-sure!” He replies avoiding your gaze as he sits, resting his hands on his thighs. For a moment, you could swear he is blushing.

The stone is smaller than it looked and your bodies are barely millimeters apart. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel Kin'emon's warmth so close to you and you let out a faint nervous sigh. The tingling sensation between your legs makes you blush and you press your thighs together trying to make it disappear. Having such thoughts for your master it's quite inappropriate, even more now as the biggest battle you've ever fought approaches. Still, you can't help but let your mind wander and create different scenarios, where you finally get to tell him how you feel.

"What’s keeping you awake, Y/N?” Kin'emon asks after a long silence, and by the tone of his voice, you can tell he already knows the answer. You sigh, bringing your hands together and rubbing them nervously.

“I- am too worried to sleep.” You finally reply, leaving away the gloomy details of your nightmares.

Kin'emon lets out a sharp sigh and you lift your hesitant gaze to look at him. He looks pale and the circles around his eyes appear darker; despite the fatigue and the weight he’s carrying on his shoulders, the samurai's spirit remains unbreakable. Nothing will stop him from accomplishing his mission and you admire him deeply for that. It breaks your heart to see everything he's going through to keep his promise and you wish he could relax and forget about everything for a while. 

"Y/N, what are you thinking about?” Kin'emon asks softly, turning around to look you in the eye. It occurs to you now that maybe you’ve been staring at him for a little too long.

Your face and ears feel suddenly hot, but in a rush of adrenaline, you ignore the impulse of apologizing, as well as your common sense. Instead, you hold his gaze and clear your throat.

“I,” your voice comes out as a trembling whisper and you make a short pause to calm down, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath. Don't do it. You're gonna fuck it up. He's gonna be offended. Your inner voice warns you again and again, but you've made up your mind. It is now or never.

“I was thinking…” you continue while moving closer. “…that maybe you'd like to release some tension before the big battle.” You finish, placing your hand on his.

This time is Kin'emon’s turn to blush. The samurai freezes in place, unable to think properly after your bold proposition. It's been a long while since he's been intimate with someone. His body is aching to take things further, and his mind is having a hard time keeping everything under control.

After what seems like an eternity, your hand reaches for his face, stroking his cheek as you lean forward to kiss him tenderly. Kin'emon lets out a long sigh and it doesn’t take much time for him to start responding to your caresses. A hesitant hand moves to the small of your back and squeezes lightly at your muscles. You break the kiss to look into his eyes and a faint whimper scapes him. Kin'enmon's cheeks are flushed and you smile at how cute he looks.

“Are you okay with this, Kin-san?” You ask and he nods right away. The poor man is awfully touch starved and it shows.

You stand up, and a “where are you going?” appears instantly on Kin'emon's face.

"It's okay," you reassure him, giving him a peck on the lips before kneeling between his legs. The samurai bites his lower lip in anticipation while you slowly untie his belt, exposing his perfectly sculpted torso. 

Carefully you place his swords on the floor before letting your eyes relish the view: his toned chest going up and down with every breath, his stone-hard abs glistening with sweat, and his growing erection already dripping with precum. If he only knew how crazy he drives you...

Soon you give in to the urge to lick his abs, leaning forward to pepper his skin with kisses and let your hot wet tongue travel on his abdomen. Kin'emon lets out a low groan, briefly closing his eyes as his muscles twitch under your touch. He'd almost forgotten how good it felt being touched like this and anything you do takes him closer to heaven.

Your mouth leaves his abs and your eyes look for his before your hand wraps around his shaft. Kin'nemon lets out a deep moan after you begin slowly stroking up and down his erection. He is having a hard time trying to keep his eyes open and focused on yours, and his blush refuses to disappear.

“Is everything okay, Kin'emon-san?” You tease and can swear he goes harder just to hear you pronounce his name. The samurai only nods, unable to form any coherent sentences when you rub your thumb over the tip of his hard member, spreading precum all over it.

Giving him a last mischievous look, you lower your head to give his cock a slow flat-tongue lick from the base to the tip. Kin'emon shudders, pressing his eyes shut as his fingers dig into the cold stone beneath him. Heaven is even closer now.

"Oooh, Y/N” He moans, biting his fist when you begin leaving wet kisses all over his shaft; trailing the veins on his member with the tip of your tongue. The noises you're eliciting from him are better than any melody you've heard before, and your own arousal is becoming more difficult to ignore.

You wrap your hand around the base of Kin's erection, licking your lips at the sight of his dripping cock before taking him slowly in your warm mouth. Kin'emon's grunts become louder as you bob your head up and down his length; letting your tongue swirl around his tip, to go down again. His hand moves to your cheek, stroking it tenderly as you slowly suck on him.

"That feels so good, Y/N," Kin'emon whispers between pants. His muscles begin to tense and his breathing becomes shallower. You can tell he's about to come and gradually decrease your tempo until you finally let him slip out of your mouth.

“Not yet, Kin-san.” You reply at his surprised whine, smiling sweetly before standing up to let your kimono fall to the floor. Kin'emon gasps and his eyes go instantly wide as they travel across your naked body.

"Do you wanna touch me, Kin-san?" You offer, taking his hands in yours to place them on your breasts, turning the man into nothing but a babbling mess. To your delight, his erection twitches, and his blush deepens even more.

"It's okay. There's no reason to be nervous," you coo as you straddle him, throwing your arms around his neck before your lips meet his again. This time the kiss is desperate, hungrier. Hands explore every inch of each other's bodies as your tongues fight for dominance. Kin's strong hands grab your hips, bringing your closer until his rock-hard erection presses delightfully against your core.

"Kin-san~," you whimper, bucking your hips against him, seeking friction.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Kin'emon whispers in your ear before his lips travel to your neck. His beard tickles your skin as he nibbles gently on it. You tremble under his touch, closing your eyes to savor the sensation as your fingers massage his scalp.

"I need you, Kin-san~," you whine desperately and he lets out a breathy chuckle. "May I?" You purr, staring into his eyes.

Kin'emon nods impatiently and you adjust your position, guiding him to your entrance. How is he still blushing like that? Is the last coherent thought you manage before slowly impaling yourself in his member; letting out desperate moans as his girth stretches your velvety walls.

"Oh, you're so wet, Y/N,~" Kin praises between your breasts, gently squeezing your buttocks, as he leaves soft kisses on your sternum.

"Kin-san~," you moan while you ride him at an agonizing pace. His hands now guiding your movements.

Right now, both of you are lost in sensations. Nothing else matters but the feeling of skin on skin, the hunger, the passion; the joy of sharing such an intimate moment with someone you deeply care for. Tomorrow doesn't matter anymore, nor does anything else.

You increase the pace of your movements and Kin'emon buries his head in the crook of your neck, muffling his moans against your skin. His hands hold you tightly as if you were going to float away and you mimic him, gently pressing him against you as your hips roll faster and faster. A few moments later, the tension that has been building up inside you explodes in a colorful blast of bliss. You cry out Kin's name as your orgasm hits you violently, making your muscles spasm without control. Not even a second after Kin'emon spills himself inside your walls, holding you tightly as he rides his own climax.

For a long while, both of you remain still, buried in each other's arms with no intention of letting go. Enjoying the ecstasy that brings each other's warmness. The sounds of faint delighted sighs and gentle kisses join the melody of the waves, and you wish you could live forever in this moment...

"Y/N?" Kin'emon whispers and you look tenderly into his eyes. "Would you stay with me tonight?" He pleads, before nuzzling your neck. 

"Of course, I will," you reply before pulling him for a soft kiss.

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