GETAWAY CAR
a social media au starring racer!suna and actress!reader
synopsis -> rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull racing aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors?
warnings -> suggestive content (nothing explicit), alcohol mentions, swearing, etc.
rating -> PG13
tags/keywords -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, racer suna, little bits of humor i hope, angst, racer au, celebrity crush, forced proximity, crush to friends to enemies to ??, love triangle, suna x f!reader
ongoing ! [07/09 - ]
meet the characters
profile post
table of contents / masterlist
[chapters 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, & 17 owe chapter title brainstorm credits to @itsdragonius]
1. rintarou “big fan” suna
2. boys & their expensive cars
3. a hundred boys in bars
4. is it cool that i said all that?
5. i'd give up everything to be close to you
6. loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street
7. the empathetic hunger descends
8. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right?
9. is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed?
10. i got this one boy, & he won't stop calling
11. clandestine meetings & longing stares
12. losing him was blue / but loving him [is] red
13. don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
14. you crashed my party & your rental cars
15. he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv
16. this is me swallowing my pride
17. to kiss in cars & downtown bars
18. touch me while your bros play grand theft auto
19. i feel something when i see you
20. swimming in a champagne sea
21. my heart, my hips, my body, my love
2024 seats…
ferrari: rintarou suna & kotarou bokuto
red bull racing: hajime iwaizumi & tobio kageyama
mercedes amg petronas: tooru oikawa & kiyoomi sakusa
mclaren: atsumu miya & yuuji terushima
alpine (renault): shinsuke kita & aran ojiro
aston martin: satori tendou & suguru daishou
kick sauber: shoyo hinata & tetsurou kuroo
haas: lev haiba & akira kunimi
williams: keiji akaashi & kenma kozume
visa rb (torro rosso): issei matsukawa & takahiro hanamaki
*some of these teams will be less relevant to the plot & won’t come up often
others…
*other characters are most likely either mechanics, not involved, or sponsors. (ex: osamu miya’s onigiri miya is the largest contributing sponsor for mclaren in 2024) + kei tsukishima is a mechanical engineer for scuderia ferrari
Hearing the ring of your doorbell, you smiled. Jogging down the stairs in just a sexy black robe to swing open the door. Nanami’s cheeks tinted red as he greeted you.
“Hi Kento!” you grinned, embracing him into a hug, “thank you so much for agreeing to this.”
Clearing his throat, Nanami half hugged you back with a short nod. Trying his hardest to keep his eyes off of you. “Yeah, no problem.”
Pulling away, you grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him into your home. Leading him upstairs into the massive guest bedroom where you filmed.
“Okay,” you started, picking up a pitch black ski mask and handing it to him. “The camera won’t be picking up your face, but you can put this one if you’d like.”
Nanami shook his head, “No it’s fine.”
“Great! Well let’s get started kay?”
Nanami found himself sat on your bed as you climbed onto his lap. His head straight forward to avoid falling into the camera’s line of sight. Despite you being able to crop him out.
He groaned when you brought yourself down on his cock. Letting out a soft mewl as your pussy took him all the way it. “Hmm,” you moaned, beginning to bounce up and down slowly while grinding your hips. “Fuck.. daddy,”
Nanami’s eyes widened, his cock throbbing against your walls as his grip on your hips tightened. Helping you speed up your pace to begin fucking yourself on his cock. The man let out a string of deep grunts, the sight of you whimpering while rutting yourself on his cock was almost enough for him.
“Nngh— so good daddy,” you breathed, “sooo fucking good, ahh.” Your lip between your teeth as you gripped his shoulders. Rocking your hips back and forth at a fast pace, your clit rubbing against his base region with each movement.
Your head fell back with your lips parted, your eyes closing as you clenched down on him. “O-oh—” Nanami noticing the way your movements got sloppy before gripping your ass. Fucking up into you at an almost inhuman pace. “F-fuckk—“ you cried out. A silent scream falling past your lips as your eyes rolled back. Allowing Nanami to do the work while you simply moaned and cried, his veiny hand curling around your neck.
“Shit- that’s it doll.“ the man cursed, his breathing getting heavy as your wetness coated his cock. Blunt tip bumping into your g spot each time it grazed your walls.
“D-daddy.. feels so good,” you let out a high pitched mewl, “‘m so close.”
Nanami’s cock fucking up into you making your stomach fill with heat, a coil building up as you were engulfed in pleasure. You could feel your head becoming dizzy as you neared your orgasm, your body trembling as your noises increased in volume.
Your toes curled with a chant of daddy’s. Your nails piercing past the muscular man’s skin. Nanami trying to keep his words limited incase someone recognized him, letting out a low husky string of curses while watching his cock disappear within your sopping cunt.
“F-fuck,” you let out your final cry, a shiver raking through your body before you were cumming on his cock. Drenching him in your clear liquid with a choked whimper.
Nanami groaned, his fingers squeezing into your ass and around your neck as he buried himself deep. Pumping ropes of thick cum onto your slippery walls.
You hummed in content, turning your body in his lap when he pulled out. Using your fingers to spread your folds for his cum to spurt out lewdly.
When you were done you ran to turn off all cameras. Grinning at Nanami before pressing a kiss to his lips, “Thank you again Kento.”
Choso. Tuesday 1:00 p.m. to 3:00 p.m.
Choso was nervous when you had asked him to be in your video, but agreed nonetheless. Walking up shyly to your door before ringing the bell.
Running his hand through his hair to fluff it right before the door swung open. The man swallowing hard as he saw your robe clad frame. “Choso! you made it.” you smiled. And he only nodded while handing you a mini bouquet of flowers. “Y-yeah. And i uh.. i got you these.”
You cooed, pulling him in for a hug making his face burn red. He’d seen your solo content, so it was very hard for him to look at you without thinking back to all the loads he’d blown to the sight.
You led Choso upstairs after getting a vase for the flowers. Pulling him into your recording room while breaking down what would be happening.
“So you can put this on to hide your face.” you offered, holding out a black ski mask which Choso took with no protest. Putting it on after peeling his clothes off of him.
You sat him down of a chair instead of your bed. Tying his hands behind him and kneeling in between his legs. The cameras already rolling, “Ready?”
Choso nodded, “Mhm.”
Choso whimpered as you began stroking his cock slowly. Your touch soft on his skin as you teasingly circled your wrist on his tip. Spreading his precum and using it to fist his cock. Your lip in between your teeth as you smiled to the camera. Choso’s mewls loud and whiny as his body jerked.
“Aww, you like that baby?” you teased, “Like when mommy fist fucks your pretty cock?”
He nodded with a moan, his back arching as you sped up your movements, his cock throbbing when you raked a nail up his distinct vein. “Nngh— l-love ittt, o-oh fuck, love it mommy.”
You hummed, your face seductive as you switched between teasing his aching red tip and stroking down his length. The man tugging at the ropes in an attempt to rut his hips upward into your fist.
“Nngh— more- ahh, please m-more.”
You squeezed down on his base, his head falling back with a needy whimper as his breathing sped.
“You take what i give you okay baby?”
He let out a cry, his chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to tease him. “Nngh- m-mommy..” Choso’s back arched when you placed a kiss to his tip. Swirling your tongue around the glistening mushroom head.
Choso let out a string of moans, his hips thrusting up when you took his cock past your lips. Letting out a long shaky breath as you bobbed your head. Taking him all the way into your throat with a tiny gag.
His abs glistened with sweat as you sucked him off. Adorable noises filling the room as you brought him to his release. “F-fuck mommy- ‘m cumming. Nngh ‘m cumming mommy.” his voice cracked as it got high pitched.
Choso let out a broken whine when you stepped all movements. “N-no.. why?” you could hear the tears forming in his eyes.
“Shh baby, mommy’s gonna give you something even better.” climbing on top of him and sinking down on his cock. “There we go.. good boy.” His cries of pleasure even louder than before as you fucked him with your tightness.
His mewls and whimpers making you even more wet as you lifted yourself off and back onto his cock. Your ass flush on his lap every time you bottomed down.
Your moans mixed with his. Hands secure on his shoulders as you rocked yourself back and forth, his cock prodding your g spot each time. “Fuck, does that feel good baby?”
“Uh huh,” Choso choked out, “s-so good, haah.”
You could feel his cock twitching against your walls. Your head falling back and your lips parting in soft mewls. “Gonna cum baby? Gonna let it out f’ me.”
Choso nodded, “yeah,” he breathed, “‘m there mommy.”
“Cum in me okay? Fill my pussy with your cum.” your demanded, grinding your hips quickly as you approached your own orgasm. Drenching Choso’s cock with a cry before he was doing the same. Pumping you full of his cum with a whimper.
When you were both finished you panted heavily. Momentarily turning to the camera and thrusting two fingers into you for Choso’s cum to run out.
Eventually untying him and pulling off his mask with a giggle. His face fucked out and flushed as he looked up at you.
“Thanks Cho,” pressing a kiss to his lips.
Sukuna. Wednesday 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m.
Sukuna didn’t even knock when he got to your house. Waltzing in like he owned the place and making his way straight up to your recording room.
You let out a yelp when you saw the man by the door, a smirk on his face as he took in all the technology. “So you’re a full time slut huh?” He scoffed jokingly. Opening his arms for you to jump into. Wrapping your arms around his neck with a grin. “Hi Kuna.”
“Hi princess, i see you’re pretty much all set up.” You nodded with your lips between your teeth, clad in nothing but your black robe as Sukuna hummed. Allowing you to lead him to the bed while explaining everything.
“Handcuffs, ropes, gag..” Sukuna listed with a grin, “I like it.” Peeling off his shirt to reveal a litter of tattoos on his pale skin and a half sleeve full. His muscles prominent as he stretched. “Gonna do this pussy real good.”
You found yourself on your bed. Your hands handcuffed to the headboard and your feet tied in their spread out position. You whimpered as Sukuna placed a blindfold on your eyes. Getting ready to gag you next. “K-Kuna? You sure you wanna let your face show?”
“They’ve gotta know who’s making you scream somehow, and if you blur out my face i’m spanking that ass red.”
You nodded shakily, Sukuna strapping the ball between your lips before biting your neck softly. Trailing hot kisses down your chest with a groan. “Fuck.. wish you had called me for this earlier. Could’ve made a fortune outta this.” he mumbled lowly.
Your breath hitched when you no longer felt Sukuna against you. You shivered when his touch was replaced by a sharp nail raking up your chest. Circling each one of your breasts before tracing the sides of your waists. He was silent, keeping you breathing heavily in anticipation as a smirk graced his features.
Your back arched with a muffled mewl when Sukuna’s hand came down hard on one of your tits. The stinging sensation sending wetness straight to your pussy. Your chest rose and fell as Sukuna continued trailing your chest. Pressing his lips to your stomach before his hand came down on your other one.
Pulling another muffled cry from you with a hum. He twisted your nipples between his fingers as he kissed down to your cunt. Teasingly kissing everywhere else but where you craved to feel him. When he finally reached your pussy he groaned. “So fucking wet f’me.” Kissing your clit while his finger ran between your folds.
You could only moan behind the gag when he licked a stripe up your slit. Making out with your clit before dragging his tongue back down into your wetness. Your body jerked with a broken whimper when Sukuna’s hand laded directly on your clit. The sensitive bud throbbing at the contact.
You mewled, tugging at your restraints when Sukuna began lapping at your wetness. His tongue darting out to collect your sweetness with his mouth latched onto your pussy.
Another jerk passing through your body with a cry when his hand came down even harder. His tongue still working wonders as it dipped into you, his fingers pinching at your clit before coming down in two more consecutive hits.
Your eyes grew teary under the fabric. The blinking camera picking up the way your breaths became heavier by the time Sukuna had swapped his tongue and fingers. Curling the long digits into your walls while he tongued the rest of you.
Your body was filled with heat when Sukuna gripped your hip. Not being able to see the way he looked darkly at your trembling body. Basking in your incoherent noises as he feasted, feeling his cock grow hard underneath him.
The coil in your stomach grew stronger and. stronger. Unable to voice your release as you clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, pussy gushing onto his hand and chin making him grunt into you. “Fuck, that’s it.” Replacing his fingers with his mouth to swallow down your juices.
Sukuna’s cock was collecting your wetness before you knew it. Roughly thrusting into you with a deep breath. His thick cock stretching you almost painfully as he bottomed out.
You mewled when he began fucking into you. His pace immediately hard and fast as his massive girth rammed into your tightness. You let out a string of loud cries, Sukuna’s hand wrapping around your neck as he glanced to the camera right in front of him. Giving it a grin before focusing his attention back onto you.
“Shit, taking me so well. Pretty little slut, fuckk.” he groaned, his tip hammering into your g spot making your back arch. Both your hands and legs pulling at their ties at the immense pleasure.
Drool ran past your lips as your body was rocked back and forth with Sukuna’s harsh thrusts. Tears staining your cheeks as he pierced deep into you. His hips holding no mercy as he moved.
Sukuna reached up to wipe your chin with his thumb. His deep voice sending shivers down your spine when he teased, “So messy,” using his hand to spread to spit all over your face before landing his palm on your cheek.
A loud cry leaving you at the burning sensation in your face. Only to have your head turned to the side when he landed another one. “So fucking pretty like this.” Tightening his grip on your neck to allow him to drill into your cunt.
Short screams matching his brutal thrusts as his cock fucked past your cervix entrance. Grazing your gummy walls perfectly on its way in and out.
You clenched down on him hard, letting out a series of muffled noises as you came. Soaking the sheets while you creamed Sukuna’s cock. The man letting out a deep groan with sped up breaths, “Fuck, can i cum in you?” Cursing out when you nodded, his head falling back as he stilled. Spilling ropes if his warm sticky cum deep into you.
“Shit..” he breathed, panting as he pulled out. The camera behind him picking up the way the liquid seeped out of you.
Sukuna untied you before removing the gag and blindfold. Watching as you sleepily blinked up at him through wet lashes. He helped you up, chucking at your messy face before kissing your nose. “Lemme help you get cleaned up yeah? You’ll worry about the cameras afterwards.” Knowing that you had tons of editing to do anyways, meaning that you could just cut the last part out.
Toji. Thursday 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you opened the door for Toji, he smirked widely. His hands on your waist forcing you to the tips of your toes to kiss you. “You look so fucking hot in that robe. Just wanna rip it off you already.”
You giggled, doing a little spin for him and listening to the way he groaned. Pulling you into him for a hug. His nose buried in your neck while he groped your ass in hiss large hand. “Fuck.. we haven’t even started and i’m hard.”
When you bring him up to your room, you explain how things would be going. Toji barely paying attention as he scanned the room. “Can i wear my own mask?” he cut you off, finally turning his attention to you as pulled a ghost face mask out of his pocket.
“It’s a bit late for halloween Toji.”
“But it’s never too late to make a pretty little slut like you squirm.” His deep voice spoke lowly, stalking towards you with the mask on his face. His head tilted as you were backed into your bed. Falling into a sitting position with Toji standing over you, his fingers gripping your chin to make you look up at him. “Hmm, that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” running his thumb over your bottom lip after seeing the way your thighs clenched.
“F-fine.. you can wear the mask,” you grumbled.
“Was gonna wear it either way but thanks sweetheart.” he chuckled shortly, his demeanor going serious when he sighed, “Now, when do i get to ruin that tight cunt of yours?” His eyes darkening with lust as he watched your breathing speed up.
“Y-yeah.. uh l-let me just set up the c-cameras and we’re good to go.” you stuttered, wetness pooling between your legs as you went to set up.
Toji began fucking into you like a mad man. First fingering you to stretch you out before he was full on hammering into your pussy. The blinking camera capturing the way his muscular body flexed with each slam of his hips.
Your eyes were teary as you moaned and cried out. Your body rocking back and forth with every bruising thrust. Toji grunted on top of you, his hand holding tightly onto your neck as he bullied his fat cock even deeper.
Your noises increasing in volume as you turned to look at the camera to let them see how good you were getting fucked. Your tits bouncing wildly as Toji’s force shook the entire bed.
“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, and you whimpered as he tightened his grip on you. “These fucks get to see your dumbed out face all the time, it’s my turn.” Letting out a groan before his hips took an inhuman pace.
You could not see his face, only the image of ghostface looking down at you making you moan loudly. Your back arching as you clenched down on Toji. “Nngh— o-oh f-uckk.. so good- ahh— so g-good.” you cried. Feeling yourself grow closer to orgasm.
“A-ahh, fuck— To- nngh,” you caught your almost slip up, eyes rolling back in a string of shaky mewls when Toji’s other hand pinned your wrists above your head. Masked face coming down to your ear in a deep husk, “Ya like that you little slut? Being fucked in front of a camera for hundreds to see. Such a dirty fucking girl.”
Toji’s smirk widened under his mask, “Let’s give these idiots a show.”
After you came once, he roughly twisted and turned your body into his desired position. Your face in the sheets and your ass in the air. His hand on the back of your neck forcing you to stay down while he bounced himself off your ass.
A dragged out cry leaving your mouth each time his cock rammed deep into you. Threatening to push past your cervix when he sped up his movements.
Your toes curled, drool soaking the sheets as Toji fucked you dumb. Your puffy clit throbbing from the harsh hits of Toji’s heavy balls. “Nnh— ‘s so deep.” you mewled, getting nothing in return but a hard slap to your ass. “Yeah? Better fucking take it.” Toji grunted, his tip kissing your g spot meanly before poking against the skin of your stomach. Creating a visible bulge for everyone to see.
Toji’s head fell back with a groan, his other hand on your hip pulling you onto his cock to match his thrusting pace.
Your brain was foggy. Dizzy even. Your vision clouding as you approached yet another orgasm. Toji’s hand on your neck forcing your head up to face the main camera. “That’s it, show them how good this dick is fucking you. Wanna hear you say it.”
You let out a scream like moan, your stomach burning with heat as your back arched. “F-fuckk— feels so good. Your cock is fucking me soooo good.” you mewled.
“Good girl. Now make a fucking mess.”
You came with a cry, squirting messily onto Toji’s cock and the bed below. Your body trembling and your eyes closing as you were fucked through your high.
In the next few hours Toji had fucked you in all kinds of positions. Your bottom half on the bed while your hands support med your frame on the floor. Toji at the end of the bed lowering his hips onto your sopping cunt. Your cries whiny at the overstimulation.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ, bet those men must be wishing to get a feel of that pussy while jerking off.”
“Nngh— you’re not supposed to say that.” you let out a broken whine. Toji’s cock fucking down hard into you as gravity forced your wetness to run down your torso.
“Shit- it’s true. Pussy feels like fucking heaven, i’d want a feel if i was in their place.” He rasped, his breathing getting heavy as his cock twitched. Bringing you to another orgasm before manhandling you some more.
Fucking you in full nelson as you sobbed from all the pleasure. “I can’t— nngh, i can’t.. ‘s too much.” Sweat covering his body as he breathed into your ear. “You can take it. Fuck- just give me two more yeah?”
Holding you directly in the camera’s sight when your pussy gushed. Streams of the clear liquid spraying messily into the air. Toji whistling lowly at the distance it reached.
Then he was bouncing you on his cock, your body falling limp into his chest as he moved your hips. Incoherent babbles falling past your lips as you drenched his thighs. An accidental daddy slipping past your lips as you began to rock back and forth weakly.
“Shit, call me that again.”
“Nngh— d-daddy,” you mewled loudly, your noises high pitched as your clit bumped against his pelvic region.
Toji groaned, “Fuck- you’re driving me crazy. Who’s your daddy baby? Who’s fucking this slutty pussy so good?”
Your legs quivered, clenching down hard as your head fell onto his shoulders. “Y-you. Haah.. you are.” Letting out a short choked scream as your orgasm washed over you painfully. Creaming his cock with a shaky string of whimpers.
Toji letting out a deep chant of curses as he finally allowed himself to release. “Shit- can i cum in ya sweetheart?” Only to look down to find you gone. Passed out against him as your chest rose and fell softly. “Fucking hell.” His voice cracking ever so slightly as he pumped endless amounts of cum into you. Stuffing your cunt to the brim in the thick white substance.
Lifting you off his cock for the camera to see your pussy flutter, his cum running lewdly out of your in spurts.
“Shit.. really fucked ya hard didn’t i,” Toji bit his lip from under his mask. Pulling it off his face to wink at the camera with a short wave and a smirk. “Hey there.” Laying you down onto the bed and placing a kiss to your lips with a sigh. “Let’s see if i can find anything in this big ass place.”
Walking away to find a warm rag or something to clean you up. Leaving the camera running not only because he didn’t know how to use it. But to at least show these people what even the slightest aftercare looked like.
If you decided to keep that part in, that was.
Gojo n Geto. Friday 4:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
When you asked Gojo and Geto, the two insisted that they tag teamed you. And you were more than willing to try.
You greeted the two at the door with a smile, being embraced on both sides by the towering men. Gojo smirked, “hi baby,” while Geto placed a kiss to your neck, “hello princess.”
“Hey guys.”
Gojo whistled, “You look so fucking hot in that robe baby, can’t wait to take it off ya.” You giggled, grabbing their hands and pulling them up to the room. “So this is what fucking yourself for some horny men gets you..” Geto laughed.
“So you guys have two options, i can crop and blur out your faces or you can wear these.” Holding up two masks for which both men shook their heads. Geto grinned, “Fuck.. i’m hard just thinking about what we’re going to do to you.”
You found yourself on your hands and knees, Geto fucking roughly into while Gojo fucked your face. Your moans and cries muffled as you were rocked back and forth.
“Shit,” Geto grunted, kneading at the soft flesh of your ass before landing a hard smack, “pussy’s so fucking tight.” You mewled onto Gojo’s cock, gagging and sputtering slightly at his length as he mercilessly slammed into your throat. Heavy balls slapping your chin with each movement.
Your eyes became teary, the feeling of Geto’s cock hammering your g spot making your head feel fuzzy as you whimpered. Your back arching with a string of cries and your breathing speeding up.
The two men watched as your body trembled, your tits shaking lewdly as squelching noises filled the air. Gojo groaned, his hand on your head forcing you to bob up and down his cock even faster as tears stained your cheeks.
The angled camera picking up the way you were destroyed on both ends. Your pussy clenching on Geto’s cock as a thick creamy ring formed at his base. You let out a short moan each time Geto’s cock bullied its way deeper.
Your words incoherent as you shakily announced that you were close. Your hand reaching down to rub at your clit with a high pitched cry.
“That’s it pretty girl. Fucking cum for us.” Gojo groaned, his head falling back as he approached his own release. Your eyes rolled back as you came messily, squirting uncontrollably onto the bed and Geto’s thighs. The black haired man only grunting deeply at the force. “Good fucking girl.. making a mess just like a little slut.”
“Think you can take both of us at once?” Gojo questioned, and you swallowed hard when he pulled out of your mouth. His cock dripping sloppily with your spit. His fingers reached under your chin, lifting your head to look up at him. “What do you say baby?”
You whimpered, “O-okay.” Making both males grin.
Gojo grabbed the black mask, hurriedly putting it over his head before throwing one to Geto, the other man putting his on as well before getting themselves in place.
Geto sat at the edge of the bed with you on his lap, his lips on your ear as he whispered, “If it hurts too much at any point i will stop okay?” You nodded in agreement, shivering as Geto used your wetness as lube.
His cock prodding at your ass before lowering you down slowly. You’d used toys for anal before, so it wasn’t bad apart from the small sting from his girth.
You moaned softly, your back on Geto’s chest with your front facing the main camera. The side camera picking up the way Gojo came up in front of you, Geto holding your legs up for his best friend to line up with your tightness.
You mewled loudly when Gojo thrusted into you. Your chest rising and falling rapidly at the fullness. You could feel both their cocks pushing against each other as they went deeper. Feeling them all the way in your stomach as you allowed yourself to get used to it.
You gave a nod signaling you were ready, your head resting on Geto’s shoulder while your nails dug into his biceps. Moaning loudly when they wasted no time in simultaneously fucking into you.
Matching each other’s rhythm until you were crying out shakily, small tears staining your cheek as you clenched down in both ends. The two men grunting as they relentlessly drilled both your holes. Geto pulling out when Gojo thrusted in and Gojo pulling out when Geto thrusted in.
The two worked to find a pace that drove you over the edge, your mouth hung open in non stop cries as a coil built in your stomach. “Nngh— ‘m close.. feels so good.” You moaned, your vision blurring as your toes curled.
Gojo’s thumb swiped across your bottom lip, “Yeah? Is our little baby gonna cum for us again?” He cooed, pushing his thumb past your lips for you to swirl your tongue around. A hum sounding in his throat before his palm connected with your cheek. A small yelp leaving you before your mouth was stuffed by his fingers again.
“Look at you taking both of us so well. Little fucking slut.” Geto gritted before groaning deeply, “If ya keep squeezing me like that sweetheart, i’m gonna cum.”
You barely processed his words, your own high washing over you as you came. Your body shaking as you slobbered all over Gojo’s hand. Moaning out loudly while creaming his cock.
“Shit— there we go.” Geto breathed. Both he and Gojo husking out a curse as they both stilled. Pumping you full of cum from both ends. You swore you could feel your stomach swell when they finished.
You whimpered when Gojo slipped out of you first, his cum seeping out your pussy in spurts before Geto followed suit. Pulling out of your ass and allowing his cum to run out of the small gape.
Lifting you up and bending your folded body back. Revealing your leaking cunt and ass to the camera while you batted your lashes.
When you were done, both men fixed their hair from the mask. Gojo smirking widely as he panted, “Fuck baby, should’ve let us fuck you like this way sooner.”
Geto nodding in agreement, “Yeah, if i knew you could take cock so well i’d be dicking you down more often.”
Your cheeks heated, the two chuckling as you led them into your master bathroom for a group shower.. and more.
Third-year high schooler Miya Atsumu stepped into the shop and dragged his fingers along the edge of the first glass casing. A string of summer memories began to run through his head as his eyes trailed along each glass figurine, a small smile playing at his lips as he instinctively thought of you in fondness.
Tw: Noncon touching, somno, choking (sorta), photos taken without consent, food play
Creep!Choso is whose been your close friends for a few years now
Creep!Choso who you don’t know is actually creep because being around him always makes you feel at peace
Creep!Choso who knows what makes you feel so comfortable is his cooking but especially his special drinks
Creep!Choso who loves seeing your resting form stretched out along his couch
Creep!Choso who grabs his phone to add to his hidden album of vulgar photos of you.
Creep!Choso who scrolls past photos he took over the years of upskirts when you walked in front of him, or photos of you seemingly innocently lying on his bed unaware that your short skirt lets the bottom of your ass hang out and your slightly spread legs gives him a peak at your fat pussy lips covered by white panties with a small damp spot
Creep!Choso who adds a video to this folder instead of a photo
Creep!Choso who in the video is seen lifting the shirt off your sleeping body and freeing your perky breast. As the sound of the boring movie blared in the background his heavy breathing can be heard on the camera, he takes his phone in one hand and uses his other to tightly grip your tits. He brings his hand back to his length and strokes himself to full hardness before slapping your nipples with the tip his dick, watching your breast recoil upon impact. Tracing your areolas with his leaking head.
He sets his phone up on the side table getting a better shot of him mounted on your sleeping body. With both of his hands now free he grabs both your breast and squishes them together. Your boobs smother his length between them. The softness of them almost sending him over the edge.
He slowly rolls his hips forward overtaken by the sensation of your fat tits smothering his dick and almost cums when he feels his leaking mushroom. head brush against your bottom lip.
He props himself up better so that he can enjoy the pleasure of fucking your tits and his head hitting the plumpness of your lips.
Growing tired of holding your breast together he scoots himself further up your body, straddling your chest as he rest his balls in your open mouth and begins to rapidly strokes himself over your face.
He rubs his shaft up and down the your face, his balls seeming bouncing back and forth between your top and bottom lip.
He feels himself growing more brave and decides to slowly slide his cock between your lips. He sucks his teeth at the sensation of your teeth slightly grazing his length but keeps pushing forward anyways.
He feels his cock reach the back of your throat and it causes your sleeping form to slightly gag, your moth briefly tightening over his length.
The sensation over powers him and he accidentally shoots a bit of precum down the back of your throat causing you to gag and cough around him some more.
Your throat mouth begins to salivate and your throat tightens trying to dislodge the object blocking it, desperately attempting to push whatever it is out unknowingly making Choso pleasure so much better. He’s struggling to keep his breathing steady, he’s hunched over your face with his hands bunches of your hair. He frantically is bucking his hips into your mouth trying to feel your throat grip all of him. He feels you choking and knows he should slow down but he’s no longer in control of himself. As your body fights to bring air into your lungs your throat massages his length pulling an orgasm out of him.
He bites into his lip to prevent himself from moaning as he empties his balls in your struggling throat..he feels it mindlessly gulping his semen down yet still squeezing around him for more.
He finally pulls his cock out and leans back onto his haunches fighting to catch his breath. He shivers at the sound of your lips smacking knowing even if not awake, you enjoyed that. This wasn’t the first he’s used your mouth in your sleep and with how good your throat just felt it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.
Like the good friend Choso is he leaves the room and comes back with a blanket to cover your sleeping form. He fixes your shirt back to how it was and pats your hair back down until it looks somewhat neat again. Before he leaves he crouches down and touch his lips against yours
“Goodnight and sweet dreams y/n”
This isn’t edited/proofread and was kinda posted as is but let me know if yall think I should add to it.
synopsis ↬ shouto will do anything for you to join the todoroki bloodline
warnings ↬ BARELY EDITED, arranged marriage, yandere, implied virginity loss, noncon/dubcon? (consent is implied but not said), cheating? (the reader isn't dating but is talking to someone), manipulation, quirk use, dr*gging (aphrodisiac), the reader has a quirk (dual or half-water half-fire), mention of past child abuse, bribery, bride-price (?), you have an ill parent, slow burn with important details in the buildup, mild bakugou slander, orgasm denial, choking, creampie, let me know if I've forgotten something
pairings ↬ yandere!pro-hero!todoroki shouto x f!reader (she/her pronouns used)
word count ↬ 13.4k
Anxious footsteps pace throughout your family's home for the entirety of the day. Nearly every room had been refurbished and decorated with new exquisite objects; vastly different from the usually peaceful and simplistic setting that you were used to. Expensive paintings and unique ornaments are strung along the walls, refining your home while, in the process, making you feel out of place. Various cleaners were brought to help tidy the house while other drastic measures were taken for one 'special' day. Your mother meticulously scrutinized every detail, checking to make sure each nook and cranny was spotless. It took days of countless trial and error for her to feel a sense of security in the newly renovated home. However, while your mother was satisfied with the results, you strongly hated them.
The home you first entered as a newborn and took your first steps into adulthood had been uplifted and changed before your eyes. Of course, your mother wouldn't listen to any of your whining or complaints. Always shutting down your questions or ignoring you when you try to inquire about her strange decisions. By now, you were used to her being dismissive about each of her design choices. When she asked you to assist her in the final preparations, you weren't fazed by her skittish demeanor; she'd been acting like this since the beginning. The whole day was spent cooking and finalizing the decor of your home until your mother could breathe a sigh of relief.
When asking your mother why the preparations were so intricate and time-consuming, as she sliced some vegetables for a stew, she replied:
"The Todoroki Family will be coming over tonight for dinner." She explained her desire to make your home welcoming for them. It had been some years since you had seen the entire family together, specifically the patriarch, Todoroki Enji.
Natsuo and Fuyumi became familiar faces in your family home over the past few months. It was a kind gesture; they would always make sure to stop over and greet your parents after making a brief stop in your town. The eldest brother, Touya, would write you letters despite being detained in Tartarus. After all these years, you had forgotten his face. It wasn't until you saw his arrest on the news a few years ago that you realized how deeply you missed him. Seeing his reappearance made you emotional but after receiving some of his handwritten letters, you felt more at ease although haunted by his actions. Finally, he paid the unfortunate price for his villainous crimes.
The only member of their family you were excited to see was Shoto.
Years have passed since he graduated from U.A. High School and was now working as a pro-hero and sidekick for his father, Endeavor. Patrolling and training seemed to take a toll on his ability to see you. Being an understanding best friend, you decided not to bother him about his busy schedule since it was something he did not have control over. The time he couldn't spend in person was made up with your late-night calls that would continue until the early hours of the morning. Often, you would fall asleep while still on the phone with him and the dulcet sounds of your snoring lulled his tired body to sleep.
He always gave you updates about every detail of his life. From the villains he captured, to some shenanigans with his buddies from high school. Rei, his mother, seemed to adore you the most out of all the family members — besides Shoto, of course. On one of the last moments you spent with him, he invited you to visit his mother at her new apartment after being released from the hospital. Upon seeing you, her whole face brightened as she beamed a smile and embraced you in her arms. Pinching your cheeks and commenting about how much you've grown since she'd last seen you, Rei was ecstatic. It had been many years since you witnessed her smile, and your heart warmed at the loving woman.
Lately, Rei has been scheduling friendly dates with you in an attempt to get to know you better. You felt a bit guilty for not contacting her while she was hospitalized, but she didn't seem to mind. She would always drop subtle hints about Shoto's affections for you; how his eyes would light up whenever she mentioned your name, how he loves to boast about you to others, or when he becomes saddened when thinking about the little time you two have spent together. To anyone, it seemed like she wanted you two to eventually date but you always brushed it off. Thinking it was her being overly friendly or sharing some light banter, you quickly ignored her ideas. The son of the number one hero could have anyone he wanted, why would he settle for you?
After finishing the preparations, your mother waited patiently by the front door. Occasionally checking her wristwatch while fidgeting anxiously, sometimes pacing back and forth throughout the room. There were only a couple minutes left before the time was nine o'clock. As you watched her, you decided to ask her how she was feeling.
"Is everything alright, Mom?" You asked as you sat only a few feet away from her in a nearby chair.
"Yes. I'm just happy to see an old friend again." Yet, as you examined her demeanor, it was quite clear that she was not 'happy'. In fact, she seemed to emit a sense of dread with her strained facial expression. You decided it was best not to question her too much. After wiping her sweaty palms and checking her watch, she ushers you to stand next to her by the door.
Soon, the ringing doorbell brings you out of your thoughts. Your mother exhales a tense sigh before unlocking the door. Your parents' former employer and close friend Endeavor, along with three of his children, greet your mother. She shyly bows and welcomes the family before stepping back to allow them inside. You can't hear some of the words exchanged between her and Enji, a bubbling excitement of seeing Shoto overpowers your senses. You courtly bow to their father who only responds with a few words of acknowledgment. He's dressed surprisingly formal for a friendly meeting, donning a navy blue suit and tie.
Looking back at the preparations, this had to be more than a light-hearted reunion of old friends. As you moved toward his children, your mother announces something to their father.
"Enji, I'd like to discuss something in a separate room." Your mother says, again fidgeting with her sweaty palms.
"Of course." Leading Enji to another room, your mother soon disappears and leaves you with the task of interacting with the siblings.
You try to give Natsuo and Fuyumi casual hugs after they've removed their coats and shoes. Fuyumi peppers your cheeks with sisterly kisses before handing you to Natsuo who eagerly wraps his arms around you and engulfs you in a strong hug. Lifting you off the ground and spinning before placing you on your feet. They soon maneuver to your living room, since they've both practically memorized the layout of your home; knowing the routine of your family like clockwork.
Next, you move to Shoto, failing to see his twitching brows and deadpan expression as he watches his overly affectionate siblings. You give him a big embrace which he eagerly returns. He chuckles to himself as you have to stand on the tips of your toes to hold him properly; he's grown so much since your last visit. "I've missed you so much..." you whisper into his chest. Pulling you tighter and nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder, he could feel his warm heart swell with happiness once having you in his arms again — he's missed your hugs.
He pats your head before letting his hand trail down your lower back, "I've missed you too." After whispering in your ear, he pulls you away, wanting to get a look of your beauty after all these years.
Shoto has been your best friend since you two were children. Always training together and even attending the same school for a brief period of time; you two were inseparable. Shortly after Enji became a hero, your parents began working under his agency. In fact, it was his father who proposed the idea of having you two practice with each other, to which your parents happily agreed. Although you're grateful for Enji's suggestion, the pain he caused Shoto was something you could never forgive him.
Vivid memories replay of Shoto being forced to endure brutal training until his poor body couldn't handle the pain anymore. He soon collapsed on the ground, vomiting up whatever bile was left in his stomach. Enji couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for the son he forcibly groomed into a hero, he left the room as if nothing happened. You rushed towards Shoto, cradling the boy in your arms and trying to keep him from going unconscious until aid arrived. Shoto doesn't remember too much from that day, only waking up in your arms after you nursed him back to health; the angel who saved him, what he thinks of you.
Making his cursed life tolerable with your presence. Your existence brought him peace of mind from that day forward. Drunk on a strange blossoming feeling that made his heart ache whenever you were gone. The years had been cruel to him and the sound of your voice could only do so much. Shoto has been thinking about this day, picturing it in his head before he dozes off to sleep.
Your father, one of the first of many sidekicks under his agency, had a fire quirk. One that easily surpassed Endeavor and could compete with Touya's. While your mother had a strong water quirk, although she was not a pro-hero under his agency and instead dealt with the paperwork. After they married, you weren't aware of this, but Enji was strongly encouraged to find someone with a similar quirk to your mother. Inevitably, he settled with Rei, ice that could compliment his fire.
Perhaps it was a competition to him, your father could've exceeded Enji. Having an ice quirk was no match for a water quirk. He must've known that his place as the number two hero could've been taken by your father — or anyone for that matter — and needed to have strong offspring to compete. Although he was overly excited with Shoto's quirk, once learning that you also had a very similar dual quirk, his joy soon dissipated; half-fire and half-water. Enji needed his legacy to live on and he could sense imminent failure for Shoto. Training together allowed him to observe you and mold his son to defeat you in the future, he thought.
Enji's dominant ways became a nuisance and within a few years of training with Shoto, you decided to abandon your hopes of becoming a hero. If it meant witnessing never-ending abuse and torment, you did not want to call yourself a hero. Although you were young, you were aware that no person could think of themselves as a 'hero' while inflicting pain on their family. You couldn't associate yourself with such a bad influence. That was something Shoto admired about you; never tolerating his father and uplifting him when he was weak.
You knew that Enji was trying to rekindle things with his broken family. Yet seeing the two of them act content with each other was shocking to you. Especially after hearing Shoto continuously demean his father on the phone, even on the night before this meeting.
"How is your father doing?" He asks once his arms are completely off of your body.
"Oh, he's been well. His health is improving, he's doing a lot better than before." Although you tried not to show your emotions, it was quite painful for you to talk about your father.
One year ago, your father was left bedridden after a fight with a villain. Ultimately leaving him unable to move and with some injuries that weakened his ability to use his quirk, forcing him into early retirement. Your mother quit her job as a secretary for Enji, claiming that she needed to spend more time at home with your father and take care of him. While you dealt with college, you weren’t able to dedicate time to help him.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you often since your father became ill.” Shoto apologizes while hanging his head low in pitiful shame. “I promise I’ll make it up in the future.” You gently caress his arm to reassure him.
“Don’t worry about that too much. Let’s focus on tonight, okay?”
“I suppose…"
Reaching for his hand, you usher him to your living room where Natsuo and Fuyumi have already made themselves comfortable. Walking in the stiff clothes your mother forced you to wear is proven to be quite difficult. The white garment flows past your thighs and stops at your ankles. You nearly trip in the tight shoes, making Shoto reach out and hold you before you embarrassingly fall. Although you've grown accustomed to joining your parents in certain arrangements, you've never worn clothing like this before as they are usually reserved for more special occasions. Pins and accessories poke your scalp uncomfortably. Your hairstyle makes you nauseous; an old-fashioned style that no one your age is still wearing. Of course, you weren't allowed to complain.
After meeting his siblings in the living room, you sit on the end of the sofa with them. Shoto eyes Natsuo, who is relaxing in a seat dangerously close and adjacent to you. His older brother seems to read his scowl perfectly, moving away to allow Shoto to forcibly sit next to you. Time seems to flow fast as the four of you chat about nonsense and random memories. During the whole conversation, Shoto's firm hand mysteriously finds its way to your lower back again — wrapping tighter once he felt Natsuo coming too close.
Before you could question him, your mother appears with Enji. Puffy, bloodshot eyes and a wet face ruin her perfectly done makeup. As you are about to inquire about her appearance, she begins to speak.
"Sorry for the delay. We've prepared some food for you all to enjoy, follow me." She turns towards the direction of the dining room with Enji trailing behind her. The siblings all raise to their feet and soon accompany your mother to the room.
"May I hold your hand?" Shoto, who is still close to you, inquires while peering down at you with a sharp gaze.
"Sure," Nodding before intertwining your figures with Shoto, you watch as he smirks brightly. Soon stepping in front of you and leading you towards the rest of the group.
The large dining room table is covered with different Japanese dishes, most you've never seen your mother make before. You could recall helping her cook some of them and the endless hours it took before you completed everything. While the family took their seat, with Enji sitting in your father's position at the head of the table, you try to choose a seat next to Fuyumi. Until Shoto courteously pulls out a chair beside him and stares at you with full expectation. Not wanting to deny his chivalrous acts, you thank him and sit.
During dinner, his older siblings gleefully engaged in another conversation about old times. Reminiscing over every detail and their plans for the future. Natsuo landed a job as a nurse practitioner only a few weeks ago while Fuyumi shared stories about her students. Enji and your mother were quiet, only interjecting when necessary. Your mother's plate seemed to stay full as time passed, only picking at the food. This was unlike her usual behavior at dinnertime. Shoto was the same, except happily eating and staying content with your presence beside him. Only a couple times would he speak, and his replies were short. You weren't fazed much, he was the type to only speak when spoken to or if he had a lingering thought in his head.
Before your time comes to an end, your mother excuses herself and travels to the kitchen. Lost in laughter, you and Fuyumi giggle as Natsuo recounts a particularly embarrassing moment from Shoto's childhood; you eagerly listened to the story as it was a rare moment that all the siblings spent time together. Only after you begin to relax do you notice a frown spread across Shoto's lips. You were dismissive. It was only playful teasing between brothers, right?
"I'm sorry for being busy." Shoto suddenly says after he's finished his last bite of food.
"It's fine, you don't have to keep apologizing. Look at the bright side, we're making memories now. We can always make more in the future." The future, he thinks. The only future he can think of is the one that always replays in his lovestruck mind. Smiling to himself, you assume he's already beginning to feel better.
Your mother emerges from the kitchen, placing a large plate of cold soba noodles in the center of the table — right in front of Shoto. Despite being full, he eagerly tries the noodles while the rest of his family waits for him to taste them first. After all, how could he reject his favorite dish? You helped your mother prepare the noodles after Fuyumi insisted on teaching you Shoto's favorite dish. She claimed it would be a nice welcome present for him after he was away for so long.
With every bite, his face lights up the more he consumes it. Soon, his siblings gladly take bites of the noodles as well while Enji and your mother watch.
"What do you think, Shoto? (Y/N) made it all by herself." Your mother announces loud enough to catch his attention and makes sure to enunciate her last sentence.
"W- Well, I was only following Fuyumi's instructions. She deserves all the credit." Trying to act humble didn't seem to work on his persistent sister. You could notice your mother making a face at your words.
"Nonsense!" Fuyumi chirps, catching you off-guard. "You're such a wonderful cook and Shoto loves it too. Right, Shoto?" Her head turns to her younger brother who has finished his plate of your noodles already.
"I do. You did a great job, (Y/N)." He nods along with his sister before softly grinning at you. "It tastes perfect,"
"See? He loves it! You made it the way he likes. Just for Shoto..." Behind her glasses, you could see her eyes darken as she finished speaking. Only for her to innocently smile at you before tasting your noodles and exclaiming more praises. "It's so delicious. Try some more, Natsuo!"
"O- Oh... Thank you, Fuyumi," You turn your head towards her younger brother. "And Shoto..."
As the two siblings initiate a conversation with your mother and Enji, you could notice Shoto begin to shift toward you. He reaches for your chopsticks before collecting some of the noodles between them. He calls your name and raises the food to your lips. As you take a bite, you smile up at Shoto who returns your gesture while watching you eat. Once you've finished chewing, he takes a napkin and dabs the corners of your mouth while gazing down lovingly.
The longer your night continued, the more heads grew tired. After dinner ended, Natsuo helped your mother clean and tidy the kitchen while Enji excused himself. Fuyumi followed him to the front door and urged Shoto to come with her; although, he seemed more agitated that he wouldn't have any alone time with you. The time is nearly eleven o'clock, and soon you start to wonder when they would return home. Enji announces that he is leaving for the night after his chauffeur hands Fuyumi, Shoto, and Natsuo small suitcases bags.
As the siblings talk, you grow more and more confused. They didn't seem too bothered by the ticking clock and stayed still as if they had no intention of leaving. Shoto's hand moves from your palm to your lower back; you've grown accustomed to his touchy gesture and you decide to ignore it.
"U- Um... Is your father coming back to take you guys home?" You ask but all the siblings, besides Shoto, stare up at you in a confused manner.
"No, we're staying over tonight. Didn't your mother tell you? It was her idea, she kept insisting." Before Natsuo could reveal too much, Shoto interrupts him.
"Natsuo, you-" He glares up at his older brother while you feel his fingers clench around your skin. The clicking of your mother's heels makes him pause his sentence.
"My apologies for the wait. The rooms are ready, right this way." Your mother motions for them to come with her. As she walks up the staircase, she begins to speak again. "There are two extra rooms. Fuyumi, you will take (Y/N)'s room for the night. Natsuo and Shoto can have the other two rooms."
You tried to fathom her directions, but they didn't make any sense. If there are two extra rooms, why would Fuyumi need yours? Couldn't Natsuo and Shoto share while Fuyumi has the other? Perhaps the brothers want their own space, you didn't mind being with Fuyumi anyways. But as your mother reaches the top of the staircase and opens the door to your room, you realize that you are mistaken.
Although your room maintains the same orientation, all of your personal items are missing. The essential products that you use almost every day are nowhere to be found. Most of your decorations have been removed, leaving the walls bare and empty. Any of your medication, skincare, and some other sentimental belongings are gone. Either changed or disappeared. but they were here when you woke up this morning. Almost as if your room was ransacked while you were busy.
Before you could ask, your mother leads Fuyumi into the room. She sets down her suitcase on the ground before making herself comfortable on your bed. Soon, your mother closes your bedroom door before taking Natsuo to his simple guest room next door. The older brother thanks your mother and locks his door as well.
She ushers Shoto to another spare guest room next to Natsuo. When opening the door to Shoto's room, you notice one unmistakable detail — there's only one bed. Logically, this meant you had to share a room with Fuyumi, right? Your mother wouldn't dare allow you to sleep in one bed with any of the brothers... right?
The room is decorated with a few potted plants, dim lamps, and a small desk area. You're reminded of his dorm room when he attended U.A a few years ago. Except, his futon is replaced with a king-size canopy bed. White and gold sheets cover the mattress while a see-through curtain drapes over the frames. Fluffy silk pillows entice your heavy eyelids.
"Shoto, this will be your room. Wait here and get comfortable, alright?" Shoto seems pleased with the scenery. He nods at your mother before entering and closing the door.
Turning away from your mother, you walk towards your room — or Fuyumi's room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Snapping your head around, you see your mother clenching her fists with an unreadable facial expression, but you could tell that she is angry.
"I'm sharing a room with Fuyumi... aren't I?"
"No." Harshly grabbing your wrists, she leads you to your walk-in wardrobe before shutting the door. You're too dazed to process everything, barely noticing where she has taken you until it's too late.
So, you're not sharing a room with Fuyumi. There was no way you were sharing one with Natsuo or Shoto. Perhaps you would sleep on the couch? Or in your parents' room? Although your father always hated letting you see him in such a weakened state. She forcibly removes your clothing and shoes off of your body and hastily throws them in a pile of clothes that covers the whole room. Your mother isn't usually this disorganized, and her disheveled state warns you that something is wrong. The pestering feeling that you've tried to ignore can no longer remain quiet.
"Where will I be sleeping?" You meekly ask as she finally finds the piece of clothing that she has spent the whole time searching for.
"In Shoto's room." She holds up a long cream-colored, sheer négligée to your body and imagines how the clothing would fit before slipping the thin fabric over your head.
As you stare in the mirror, you can't help but gasp. Thanks to your brassier and panties, most of your 'sensitive' areas are covered but your arms and legs are exposed to the unusually cold air. A state of panic ran through your veins. You were expected to sleep in Shoto's room wearing this. A room with only one bed. The worst possible outcomes began to fill your head, it sounded sick and nonsensical. Although he was your dear friend, you knew that your mother would never agree to do something like this.
"Isn't this a bit too revealing to wear around him?" You were met with an unwavering silence that caused your heart to beat faster in your chest. "Mom... you've been acting strange all day. Please just talk to me. This- This doesn't make any sense... Why are you doing this?"
"Why can't you just cooperate for once and stop asking questions?" A scowl forms across her face, slowly getting annoyed. Your lips press together, you want to trust your mother... but you can't.
As you scan her face through the mirror, you realize that she is hiding more than anger behind her emotions. Tears swell in your eyelids but you aren't sure why. Her actions couldn't soothe your never-ending anxiety. She begins working on your hair, removing the pins stuck between your strands before giving you a simplistic style. After finishing, she lightly sprays some sweet-smelling luxury perfume. Your mother seems nearly done with her odd preparations, you unclench your jaw and start to speak.
"I know you're stressed about something, you can tell me. You're not acting like yourself..." You begin to think she will ignore you again when she checks your attire once more. Until she responds.
"I'm fine. We will be fine. Go spend the night with Shoto, please... Just one night." A brief glance at her and she seems to be pleading with you as you hear the strange tone of her voice. "I will talk to you in the morning."
After looking over your clothes one last time, she forces you out of your underwear and into a lace fabric that leaves you even more anxious. Brewing with embarrassment, you realized that your mother wouldn't offer any comforting words to soothe you. Instead, she checks her wristwatch before furrowing her brows and releases a stressed sigh.
"It's time. Now, go to Shoto's room. Don't run off." She turns her back away from you before motioning you towards the exit. You grab a velvety thick robe and throw it over your shoulders before she could see and leave.
Her hands clasp over her mouth as she holds back pained cries. However, she couldn't stop tears from cascading down her cheeks. Praying to whichever God could hear her for forgiveness. Your mother is deeply sorry, she didn't want this to happen. She hopes you'll be more understanding and forgive her in the morning.
As your feet touch the mahogany flooring, you can’t stop the impending feeling of doom that courses through your veins. Sighing heavily, you contemplate dashing to your room to share it with Fuyumi despite your mother’s warning. Yet, you couldn’t dismiss the idea of his sister knowing why your mother seemed tense. The look Fuyumi gives you during dinner replays in your mind. Perhaps the whole family knew and you were the only one left in the dark. Your hand lingers on the doorknob of Shoto’s room, and you quickly suppress the idea of running away.
Unlocking the door, you tiptoe into the bedroom quietly. At first, you don’t notice him — the bed seemed tidy as if it hadn’t been touched. Gazing around the space, you see Shoto sitting at the small desk while scrolling through his phone. He stops and watches your frame enter the door, eyes widening once he takes in the sight of your attire. His clothes are changed now, a loose white t-shirt and long navy pajama pants.
“Please don’t stare… It’s a bit embarrassing,” Once you finally enter the room, you wrap the robe tighter around your clothes.
“Sorry, my apologies.” Shyly looking elsewhere, he refocuses on his phone again.
You quickly move to the end of the canopy bed, drawing back the sheer curtains before sitting on the plush sheets. Shoto is barely visible through the drapes but his phone light illuminates brightly in the dimly lit room. You were thankful for the fleece robe covering your shoulders and arms, the harsh cold air made goosebumps arise on your skin.
"So... How will we sleep?" Breaking the silence in the room, you ask him after a few minutes pass. Shoto shifts in his chair and the white light from his phone suddenly disappears but is replaced by a lamp.
"Are you nervous about sleeping in the same bed? We've been friends for so long, it won't be a problem for me." He says, you can see his head turn towards you through the curtain.
Normally, you wouldn't care too much about staying in the same room together. He was right, you two were close friends. Yet, as you glance down at your clothing and remember the words of your mother, the tension of the meeting is hard to dismiss.
"I guess I don't mind either but I still feel weird about it," Pausing for a few brief seconds, you release a sigh before continuing. "My mother has been acting strange today. Well, not just today... for the past week." As you speak, Shoto rises from the desk. He moves the curtain out of his path before sitting next to you on the bed. You don't notice his movements until a sharp coldness reaches your skin. "I just feel a bit uneasy, sorry..."
"Don't be," His fingers softly caress your arm, an act you always did to comfort him. "She's probably stressed about seeing my father again."
"I hope..." Your mother did mention being 'happy' about The Todoroki Family visiting. You want to believe his reassurance, but your gut feeling tells you otherwise.
The night seems to fly fast as the two of you talk for a while. Shoto seems more eager to initiate a conversation without worrying about the stress of his nosy siblings. He shares some details about his life after graduating from U.A., most of which you already knew. Immediately after becoming a Pro-Hero, he joined his father's agency and accompanies him on patrol. Most of his free time is spent resting at home during the night, usually when you two would call. On the days he didn't have any work, he would typically visit his mother with Fuyumi and Natsuo.
Various topics are brought up and soon the clock reaches midnight. Shoto seems to have some energy in him, and you decide to continue despite your drowsy eyes. He mentions that he's been feeling lonely because of the mountain of work that has been pushed upon him. Your smile and promises to share your time with him are meaningless to him. He knows, one way or another, you will live up to your words.
"Don't you have someone special in your life?" Your ears perk up as you await his response to the question. Shoto's eyes trail off in the distance as he searches for an answer.
"I do..." He mumbles quietly, initially thinking that you haven't heard him until you happily congratulate him.
"Really? Who is it? Is it someone I know?" Throwing questions at him only made Shoto's smile widen across his lips.
"Don't worry. I'll tell you in the morning," Before you could protest, he speaks again. "And you?"
"Oh... I'm not in a relationship right now." Feeling his heart skip a beat at your response, a weight lifts off of his shoulders... briefly. "But, there is someone that I'm talking to." His amiable demeanor seems to shift as he listens, eyes piercing your frame. "What's wrong..?"
"Nothing... Who is it?"
"You know him, it's Bakugou." Of course Shoto knows who he is. They were once classmates and soon began working at his father's agency together.
"I do, we work together on occasion." His fingers nervously tap against his thigh, trying to release whatever pent-up stress is building in his system. "How long have you been talking to him?"
"Only for a couple weeks. He works at Endeavor's agency, right?" Shoto gives you a small nod to answer your question. "Actually, the first time I met him, I stopped by Musutafu to look for you but he said you were on patrol with your father. We talked for a bit... and got to know each other." A warm heat spread across your face as you felt the temperature of the room begin to rise.
"I see..." Shoto uttered yet a sharp pain in his chest made it difficult for him to speak. He made sure to ask your mother beforehand if you had any other suitors, to which she strongly denied. "Have you two..?
"Have we..?" He peers up at you, hoping that you understood his implication. "Oh, we haven't kissed... or done anything else. I mean I've been too busy with college to be in a relationship." You tried to excuse yourself past the embarrassing situation, but Shoto seemed at ease with your responses.
"I understand. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He apologizes as you move to rest your back against a pillow on the bed's headboard.
"It's fine. I don't usually visit too often, just when I'm passing through..." You go on to tell him about the small dates you would arrange with Bakugou during his breaks.
Making him and the other sidekicks bento boxes for lunch, on the same days when Shoto was away. Practically boasting about the trinkets and presents he gifts you, saying that he was reminded of you when buying them. On days when he was free, Bakugou would invite you over to his apartment to cook with him and show some new recipes he was currently trying to perfect.
As Shoto listens to you gushing over his coworker, a spark of anger consumes his entire spirit. Neither Bakugou nor any of the sidekicks he was acquaintances with mentioned you; listening to you ramble about the time you spent with them had shocked him. How did you even manage to befriend Bakugou?
Although his poor temper gradually improved over the years, he wasn't the easiest to approach. This wasn't right, it didn't make any sense. Shoto thought he had done everything to keep a watchful eye over you despite being so far away, only for you to be right under his nose. His temperamental 'friend' wasn't worthy of you, he should be the one in Bakugou's place.
The slow approach he decided to take wasn't successful, someone captured your heart — the place he comfortably resided for many years — and he wouldn't allow himself to be dethroned.
A flicker of flames in the dim room makes your rambling end, you watch as Shoto stares off in the room with his head looking away.
"Are you okay..?" You inquire while watching some of the flames nearly burn through his clothing.
"No, I'm not." His fists clench together before releasing as his body seems to relax briefly.
"What's wrong?"
"Bakugou isn't the type of person you should be dating." Suddenly, his gaze shifts to you with a serious, deadpan expression.
"What do you mean? If you're talking about his anger, it's not an issue. He's been really kind to me."
"No, no... That's not what I mean." Shoto inhales sharply and closes his eyes for a brief moment. "I'm telling you this because you are my closest friend and I deeply care about you," You watch him intently and prepare for his response. "But I've seen other girls at the office with him. Some old classmates, a few sidekicks. He's always flirting with them. Trust me, he brings a new girl over every week."
His entire statement is nothing but lies. The gullible expression on your face tells him that you believed his dishonesty. There was no reason for him to make up stories, you thought. Bakugou isn't 'close' to any of the other sidekicks, at least to his knowledge, Shoto has been the only one he considered a friend. His classmates have visited their agency, but only for work-related business.
Bakugou never mentioned seeing someone, never said your name, or showed you off. So when Shoto heard his name leave your lips, he was obviously shocked. He didn't care too much, Bakugou would never be considered his 'friend' or 'colleague' anymore — it was time for him to be disposed of.
"But... But if that's true, why didn't Moe or the others say anything?" Your features changed from a look of disbelief to pain and denial in a matter of seconds. Shoto truly felt bad, he really did. Yet, he knows you'll feel better in the morning. Call him sadistic, but watching your heartbreak turned him on. He would replace your sadness and bring never-ending joy.
"Knowing the type of person my father is, it's inevitable that his employees would be the same." Perhaps that wasn't valid for the other sidekicks, excluding Shoto.
He was truly elated seeing you become more and more distraught. This was his intention; play with your emotions, leave you fragile and ready to accept him. He didn't mind having to exploit the evil of his father knowing that you disliked Enji as much as he did. Your lips and eyes began to droop, forming a visible frown. Maybe because it was your first petty heartbreak, that's why it felt so bad. You always told yourself that you could overcome meaningless relationships, but the smiles you shared with everyone seemed to hurt the most. It was nothing but a facade and a waste of your time.
"I feel like an idiot..." A few teardrops escaped your eyes and trickled past your cheeks. God, why are you such a crybaby?
His warm side of his body pulls you in closer and embraces you in a smoldering hug. Shoto wasn't exceptionally affectionate, but he hated seeing you cry — especially over other people. He tried to hush your soft sniffles, you were quite pathetic to become emotional over Bakugou since you two weren't even dating. Unless there was something else you didn't share.
"It's okay... It's okay. You don't need someone like him. He wouldn't have treated you right." Your head nuzzles in the crock of your shoulder as the heat from his body washes over you.
As you begin to stop, he peels away from you before gently placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. The salty liquid coats his tongue as you melt into his touch, assuming it was only platonic affection. Of course, it wasn't. The feeling of your skin against his lips sparked something inside of him that he had been waiting patiently for so long. Wanting to be bold and explore further, Shoto trails his light pecks down to the tip of your nose and hovers over your lips. Once you feel him trying to steal a kiss, you push yourself away.
"Sorry, you must be overwhelmed." He removes his arms from your sides, watching as you nod and accept his apology.
The room soon quiets down and the air begins to fill with warmth. Yet, you begin to miss the feeling of his body against yours. Shoto lifts himself off of the bed and disappears to the desk he was originally seated in. You can hear the tapping of plates and metal and soon Shoto appears by your side of the bed. Pushing the curtain away, he reveals a tray of light food in his hands.
"What are these for?" You ask, but he only offers a vague answer.
"In case you become hungry or thirsty. I'll sit by the desk to give you some privacy." He places the tray on your lap before moving back to the desk.
"Oh, thank you."
Shoto takes his phone out of his pocket and begins scrolling aimlessly again. You can see the white light through the sheer drapes, and for a brief second, you wonder what Shoto is busy doing. His fingers dance across the screen, frantically texting his father that he wants Bakugou to be fired by the morning. Speaking of the hothead, your mind runs across him once more. It's still hard to believe Shoto since Bakugou seemed so genuine. Alas, you've only known him for a short time and it is hard to trust someone fully.
You'll talk to Bakugou when you wake up.
While you think about what tomorrow has to offer, you start to feel a strange need to drink. The room starts to fill with immense heat; although half of your body can handle it, thanks to your fire quirk, the other half becomes unbearable. When did it get so hot? The robe on your shoulders starts to feel uncomfortable on your now sticky skin. You remove the clothing from your body, not caring that Shoto would see your lingerie if he was close. For now, you need to cool down. If only he was beside you...
Your eyes peer down at the tray: one glass of water, a cluster of grapes, one pomegranate sliced in half, and a whole apple.
Reaching for the glass, you bring it to your lips and sip all of the liquid. The cup gives you relief from the heat; inside are a few jagged ice cubes. Taking one in your mouth, you finally begin to relax again. When you finish, you place the glass on the tray and scan the contents again. A wave of hunger urges you to eat something, anything, on the plate. You choose the pomegranate, plucking some seeds from the inside before eating them.
Unbeknownst to you, Shoto's eyes have been on your frame since the moment he heard your body shift on the mattress. Smiling to himself once he sees you consume the food he's gifted you. He places his phone down on the desk and rises from his chair.
Before you could finish the fruit, you sense Shoto's presence near the bed. You look up but it's too late, an icy cold grip on your wrist halts your movements. As you stare up at him visibly confused and dazed, he says in a low hushed tone:
"You stole from me, so it's only fair if I take something from you."
"Take something from me? What do you mean..?" You ask, yet he only responds by leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours.
This time, his hand restrains your neck and coaxes you closer to his body — making it difficult to reject him. The familiar flavor of pomegranate coats your taste buds as you feel his tongue slip inside your parted lips. His teeth nip at your flesh until it becomes swollen and a strange metallic sensation mixes on your tongue.
You feel the tray moving on your lap until it's placed elsewhere in the room. Your hands instinctively move to his shoulders as if trying to keep a predator at bay. Shoto's arms envelop your torso, further deepening the kiss until he feels your nerves relax under him. Grazing his tongue across your lips, he soon kneels on an open space in the mattress.
Submitting to his touches, your hands soon trail down to his chest until a hard, rhythmic pulsing of his heartbeat throbs in your palm. The overjoyed hero's body became restless as he felt your contact with his skin; he'd been waiting for this moment for as long as he could remember. To share a kiss with you, his first and he hoped yours as well.
Separating his body with yours, his arms untangled from your body as he placed light kisses along the underside of your jaw to your neck. Ignoring the light hums and soft noises you made from his actions, Shoto's fingers clawed at your flimsy sleepwear that would surely tear off if he wasn't careful. His head nestled atop your shoulder, breathing in your scent and silently cursing your mother for dousing you in nauseating perfume.
"Shoto..." You mewled out weakly as his face presses further against your skin.
"Sorry," He mumbles in a quiet whisper. "I just couldn't hold back anymore..." Sitting in an empty space beside you on the bed, Shoto is reluctant to remove you from his hold as if he is afraid you will flee.
His fingernails stab sharply into the fabric of your clothing and nearly scrape into your flesh. Then, his breathing becomes rigged as he murmurs a few incoherent words. It takes a few minutes for you to understand; the words slipping out of his mouth are endless apologies. Before you could inquire about what was wrong — you weren't angry with his overly affectionate demeanor, only confused — he raises his head, now quiet as his lips tremble as he tries to form some words in his head.
"This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, I was hoping to court you first." You feel a burning sensation on your cheeks, as you peer up at him you notice some flames blazing from the red burn on his eye. Shoto faces you now, however his stare is cast down to your hands which he soon intertwines with his own. "But... I was too late. Now, you're thinking about him, not me... Is there something wrong with me?"
"W- What..? No, Shoto, I think you should calm down." His grip on your hands doesn't falter, instead tightening. A hot tingle from one of his hands engulfs yours, so painful that you're sure it will leave a scar if he doesn't move. "Y- You're hurting me..."
Upon seeing the flash of heat on your hand, he flinches away and begs for your forgiveness. He soothes your pain with his ice and pulls away once you're calm.
"Am I not worthy?" As you try to remind him of his value and deny his acts of low confidence, he stays unfazed. "Then, why haven't you noticed? Do you not think of me the same way?"
"Noticed... what?"
"My love for you, but I suppose you've never felt the same way." It would be a lie for you to claim that you haven't experienced a romantic attraction to him... somehow, you've forgotten after the years passed. "It's my fault, I should've been more direct." He brings your wounded hand to his lips before kissing at the marks. "I've always felt this way since you saved me. We were made for each other, don't you see? I've been gone for too long, perhaps you've just forgotten, right? Let's make up for all our lost time..."
Before you could fully comprehend his words, Shoto's hands move to your shoulders and knead into your muscles; soothing your strained body in order to get you to relax. As some time passes, you begin to slip away into his touch as your head becomes heavy and fills with fog. He releases a pleasing hum, thinking to himself that the profession of his undying love finally swayed your heart — that was not the case. The more you calmed, the further his hands would dip into untouched territory on your body as you succumbed to his caresses.
His knees cage either side of your body as he hovers above you, pressing firmly into cushioning. His warm breath tickles the hairs of your neck, sprouting goosebumps throughout your skin. He stops his hands over your chest to feel your rapidly beating heart; the rhythm nearly matches his own. Whatever ounce of cowardice or fear leaves his tainted spirit. Shoto is certain that now is a perfect time; everything he'd ever wanted was coming true, and the option to retreat is gone. Unfortunately, you are forced to comply with the same sentiments.
Swiftly maneuvering his hands to the hem of your nightwear, Shoto easily peels the fabric off of your body. Coaxing you upwards, he lifts the garment over your arms and head before neatly discarding it elsewhere in the room. His palms tenderly squish the flesh covered by your bra while you instinctively hold onto his wrists. His eyes lovingly glimmer with a look of pure adoration; Shoto takes his time, slowly basking in the feeling of your body in his hands. Your hold on him loosens with every timid touch he gives you.
He leans forward, pressing another breathtaking kiss to silence any protests, which are now nonexistent. The thought of pushing him away is buried by the sense of desperation that emits from his hold and his kiss. His fingers travel behind your back and play with your brassier before unclasping it. Hooking his fingers over your lace panties, both undergarments soon disappear to an unknown location in the room. As you lay bare and exposed to the fluctuating temperatures of the room, he raises himself off the mattress and positions himself behind you with your back resting on his chest.
Stroking your plush thighs, he chuckles after he hears you gasp when his hands graze too close to your opening. His thumb circles around your clit as his other hand travels to your bust and fits perfectly around one, caressing your pebbled skin and teasing your bud. Shoto rests his head perfectly on your shoulder until your cheeks are pressing closely together. You can't see him — too focused on the movement of his arms — but he intently watches your body writhe. Your legs threaten to close once you feel him stroke your hood.
"You know... I've never done something like this before," He barely breathes out as his voice makes a chill run down your spine. There's something in the tone of his voice that sounds abnormal. "You're doing so well..."
Your fingers dig sharply into Shoto's hands, leaving indents in his skin as his thumb meets your sex at an agonizingly slow pace. He seemed to take pleasure in it as you could hear the echo of his soft laughter directly in one of your ears when you became too frustrated.
"Sho... Sho- Can you... faster, please?" Your slurred speech and submissive behavior would have been embarrassing if you were in the right state of mind, but alas that was not the case.
"Hmm? You want me to move faster..?" Upon hearing your hum of approval, he deepens his press against your clit. Partially lifting your hood and exposing your swollen nub to the air. Smiling against your skin, he says, "You're so perfect, just for me... mine."
His middle finger ghosts around your folds, and your core trembles practically begging for him to enter and offer some relief. An immense heat erupts from your body despite none of your quirks being in use. Although Shoto's body is warm, it provides you comfort. There's a need for you to be next to him, to touch him. Your fire quirk is not active, but you feel like you're burning. A small glance around the room and you see no flames erupting from his left side. Your hands raise from his wrists and slide up his arms to push your body closer against him.
Teasing your unnaturally wet slick, Shoto thanks himself for slipping an aphrodisiac inside of the water. Parting your folds with his index and ring fingers, he sinks his middle inside your warm walls soon groaning as they clench around him. "so wet for me, only me. never for anyone else..." He wishes he could feel you tightening on his cock. Unfortunately, you haven't noticed it stiffening behind you. His finger nudges upwards into a gummy section of your walls, eagerly exploring inside.
He leaves kisses and small nips across your nape. Harshly sucking and sinking his teeth into your skin that your mother would surely question you about in the morning. His fingers pump in and out of you; the rhythm is erratic before he nestles in a region of your walls that you seem to enjoy. Stretching you out as much as his thick fingers can, he reaches deeper inside with each thrust. As he grazes across a sensitive area, your feet bury into the duvet.
Trying to swallow your moans proved to be pointless, expletives and slurred mewls of pleasure begin to echo through the walls; a symphony to Shoto's ears but a nuisance to the others inside. One of his hands trails to your exposed breasts. He sharply exhales at the flesh in his palm, tugging on your sensitive bud. Your eyes screw shut when Shoto's thumb rolls across your sensitive clit again, drawing your body nearer to a release. His hand soon moves from your chest to your throat.
Squeezing lightly against your veins until you start to feel dizzy, he pulls you even closer to him and whispers, "call me yours" "say you'll never leave me" "tell me you love me" "say it" "just say it... please". Shoto starts chanting more demands in your ear, hoping in your disoriented state you would listen — even if it was just for tonight. However, he can't perform miracles and his use of power could only take him so far. He released his hold as your lungs began to fill with air again. His fingers move to tightly gasp your chin.
"Sho- Shoto... I..." You stutter before pausing at a sudden pool of warmth rushing to your lower tummy. You want to answer him truthfully, but the new sensation of pleasure on your bottom half overtakes you — or maybe that is what you try to convince yourself.
Feeling your walls begin to spasm, Shoto senses that you're close. A pool of your wetness begins to leak into the duvet and stain the sheets. As your core pulses and contracts around his fingers, you grasp onto his arms. You try to urge him deeper, getting lost in the sensation before you feel him pull away. His finger slips out easily and his thumb disconnects from your clit, denying your climax. A wave of pleasure washes over you as you spasm in his arms even more aroused than before, but it soon fades with his fingers gone.
"Why couldn't you answer?" He surprisingly asks as if the hand locked on your throat gave you any chance to replay. "Do you dislike me that much? Am I so repulsive?" You always knew his esteem was low after he was burned, but you assumed he overcame it. When you try to deny his insecurities, your words are unintelligible with your rapid breathing. He looks away before responding, "Nevermind."
Shoto raises your body and moves from behind you. His demeanor seems agitated, but no less determined than before. He was certain that he would walk out of the room knowing that you adored him the same way he did. It wasn't in his plan to go this far, yet the restless feeling in his chest wouldn't dissipate. You rested backward on the bed, unable to support yourself after sitting up for so long. He peels his clothing from his body revealing his well-toned and sculpted frame from years of hard work.
He kneels on the bed again but this time between your legs. He leans forward until he's eye-level with your pussy after straightening your waist. The first time he's seen your body so perfect and on display for him. Internally, he congratulates himself for saving your climax until now; a taste is better instead, he thinks.
His lips attach to your inner thighs as he kisses and leaves blue and purple marks against your skin. The pads of his fingers massage your flesh, occasionally making it tremble weakly in his palms. Every sensation that touches your body makes you crave Shoto more, you're certain that it is purely from arousal and not romantic emotions. It was obvious to you what he wanted by now.
His hot breath tingles your heat, smirking when he sees your slit spasm. Disappearing between your thighs, you feel him do kitten licks on your pearl before flattening his tongue and doing a long lap at your folds. Unable to hold back his pure excitement, he collects your essence on his wet muscle, so eager for a taste. A sting of your wetness and his saliva connect before breaking as he pulls away. Swirling his tongue on your clit, Shoto darts across your bud a few times before savoring whatever oozes out of you.
Noises inside the room are nothing but pure filth, you pray that no one can hear. His head peaks up to see your expression of pure ecstasy and bliss. When you lock eyes with him, you notice his chin and lips stained with a clear mixture of your juices. Tangling your fingers in his hair, your hand nudges him deeper towards his entrance to chase after a release as heat travels down below your tummy.
He focuses on your bud; sucking at the sex and repeating once he feels your fingers tug and scratch his scalp. Another thick finger soon enters again making your walls contract. As your back arches off the bed and your toes curl around themselves, heat emits from your body; expletives and moans leave your throat. You no longer cared about his family hearing, it was surely too late now.
His hands press your hips further into the mattress, trying to keep your shifting body still. Soon, a gush of your release leaks onto his tongue as he eagerly catches every drop; unwinding and finishing on Shoto's face. His lips glisten with clear sticky liquid as he helps you ride out your orgasm. While you pant and steadily lose your grip on his hair, he presses further into your mound and licks your slick clean.
Shoto pulls away from your lower half while you watch as he raises himself proudly. Peering down at you and grinning to himself, obviously happy that he could make you orgasm. He repositions his hips between your legs, easily parting your tired and numb thighs. You haven't caught a good look at his length but when you glimpse down, you see it. It's so pretty. Perfectly trimmed half-white and half-red hair and it seemed well-groomed for the occasion. Of course, this was all a planned meeting.
When he notices you staring, a pink blush spreads across his cheeks and ears. Shoto doesn't think it's much but you believe otherwise. Unsure what to do with your hands, you rest them over your heart until they are near to your face and chin. His tip glides over your opening, prodding over your hole gently and holding your waist as he starts to sink in.
His cock buries deep inside your cunt, swallowing him whole inch by inch. Cries of pain ring in Shoto's ears as his girth stretches you apart. Your eyes clench shut for a second and when they reopen his face is only a few inches away from yours. His hands hook under both of your legs, pushing them close to your chest while whispering something about how it will feel better this way. His eyes are filled with lust, twinkling before colliding his lips with yours. A taste of your essence still remains on his tongue. Trying to soothe your cries, he muffles them with his passionate kisses.
Slowly, he finally bottoms out of your warm region; only pulling away from your lips when you tighten around him. Your eyes close once again as you try to find subtle acts to suppress the pain. Shoto doesn't seem to approve of this, though.
"Darling, couples should look in the eye when they make love to each other..." Icy fingers wrap around your chin and forcefully tilt your chin until he is the only thing in your view. His eyes glisten with pure adoration while yours are unreadable. Perhaps it was the opposite — fear or disdain.
You aren't sure. Shoto, however, convinces himself that you have the same affections. The euphoric state of pleasure he's in from being with you clouds his mind. Couples? You want to question him but his hold on your jaw is tight and unwavering. It locks your mouth in place until you can lightly mumble one word...
"Shoto..."
He shushes you and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck as he fills you completely. A deep sensation of pressure along your walls brings you nothing but discomfort. Soon raising his hips, his cock glides out of your slick-covered core as he thrusts gently. Massaging your walls, as his tip rubs along a sensitive spot a small feeling of pleasure comes — lackluster compared to the girth of his cock. It was much bigger than most you've seen or encountered in your life; you haven't seen it, but you're sure it's one of the few things he's inherited from his father.
As you wince in pain, he says, "i'll try and go easy..." It's clear and audible but spoken behind gritted teeth and nearly slurred like he's holding his composure. You needed to be molded perfectly, fitting in his arms like a lost piece of a jigsaw puzzle. Just for him. Just for the first night, at least.
He starts at a gentle, slow pace. Each thrust brings a gradual and deeper feeling of bliss that diminishes your initial discomfort. The grunts and low moans he makes directly in your ear coaxes you into enjoying. For a moment, you forget about your lack of consent to this. You envelop him so perfectly that it's hard for Shoto to hold back as he begins to hasten and deepen his sloppy thrusts inside your pussy. His arms wrap around your body, bringing you closer to him until your chests are pressing directly on each other.
"Squeezin' me so fuckin' tight, princess..." A tone that sounds nothing like the Shoto you know. But then again, he seems so pussy-drunk, you aren't sure anymore.
As his pace becomes more frantic and desperate to release his own essence, you feel a familiar coil in your heart threaten to loosen. Your nails dig and claw at Shoto's back; you miss seeing his elated expression just out of the corner of your eye. You've finally marked him too and claimed him as yours, he thinks. His hips roll against your spot once more, making you moan and utter, "oh- fuck, sho- m' gonna..!"
"Let it out for me, don't hold back" His eyes never leave your face, waiting and watching patiently. "you wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" "jus' mine, only for me..." "you love my cock, you do...'
Nodding and responding with a muffled and pitched hum, "mm..!" You've succumbed to his wishes tonight.
"Say it, you love me..."
"I... I love you, Shoto." Staring up at you with full expectation, there wasn't any possible way for you to avoid him.
Pleased with your response, he returns with newfound vigor. Hungry lust for more is evident with his energetic thrusts; rutting deep and knocking the steel bedframe into the wall. Trailing his hand down to your clit, he massages the swollen bud until your walls flutter around and a warm gush of clear liquid covers his shaft. Panting into his skin, you suck him deeper into your entrance as Shoto savors the feeling and hopes for more.
He doesn't slow down, not even after you've calmed down from your high. Instead gripping your chin and forcing you to stare at him again. His eyes are now glowing differently than before as an eerie smile creeps across his lips. He's so happy to hear you say the words he's been waiting for since the start of the night. You were right before, this isn't the Shoto you know. The one you trained with, the one you spent your entire childhood with. The glimmer in his eyes soon turns dark and lovestruck as if you're the only being of importance.
"You... love me? You do... You do..." He chants more nonsensical words again but you're unable to pay attention with the overstimulation giving you too much pleasure after your high. "You do... Mine. My other half..." His speech nearly matches the rhythm of his thrusts, frantic and needy. Trying to speak does you no good; he can't hear you over his own voice, anyways.
Repeating his words in a sinister fashion as if he's doing some sort of ritual. His giddy voice sounds as if he's excited that you've reciprocated his love, finally. Shoto bites down on your neck until a metallic taste coats his tongue. Grunting loudly before his muscles seize up and his hot breath tickles your neck with his heavy panting. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he paints your walls white and spills his seed deep inside. He stays resting on top of your chest for a couple minutes to make sure nothing leaks out.
"You're always so good to me, (Y/N)... You've always loved me when no one else has." He says through his exhales. "I was a little rough," Finally, he sees the marks and bites scattered across your skin. "I'm sorry, I got desperate but I'm happy you can listen to me now."
As he pulls out, some cum leaks between your folds. He collects it with his finger and pushes it deep inside your heat. Shoto tries showing his finger covered in white essence to you, "look, this means we're united forever... no matter what happens, we'll always be together, won't we? you won't leave me... right?"
Your lack of response makes him brim with anxiety but when he looks at you, he sees how exhausted you are. Your head is tilted to the side as your eyes threaten to close. Soon, your breathing becomes steady and your hold on his body weakens. Shoto moves off of you until he lays to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck as you drift off to sleep.
"I guess it's wearing off... you'll be asleep for a while." He whispers while clinging to your body. "I wanted to talk about the future, our future. But I'll have to wait until the morning..." The soft sounds of your snoring soon echo through the walls. "Good night, my love."
Chirping birds at the crack of dawn. Orange-purple hues paint the sky's blank canvas. Finally, it's morning. You would've seen each of these scenic treasures if you waked up earlier. Instead, as if you didn't have a care in the world, you slept in. Far past the times you usually wake up when dealing with college. Shifting peacefully under the bed's white duvet, your body easily nestled into the soft cushion. You didn't want to wake up, at least not right now. It wasn't until the morning sunshine bled through the curtains and brightened the entire room, you didn't have a choice now.
Your arms felt around the space next to you only to discover that there was nobody there. As you lift your heavy eyelids, you realize that Shoto was missing; only an imprint of his body remained in the sheets. Trying to move only brought severe pains throughout your body: your arms, legs, neck, head, and in between your thighs. You didn't forget the events of the previous night, how could you? Each mark on your body was a reminder of that.
Sitting up in the bed, you tried looking for your phone but it was nowhere to be found. Did you even bring it with you when you stayed in the room with Shoto? You hadn't used it the entire evening. It was left somewhere in your room, but you had not seen it when your mother brought Fuyumi into your room. Perhaps one of them knew its location. You planned on calling Bakugou to ask him about the other 'girls' Shoto said he was messing with but you soon decide to do it later.
A nearby digital clock atop the dresser presents the time; it is nearly eleven in the morning. It was quite unusual for you to sleep so long since you've been waking up early for college. A head-splitting migraine brings you out of your thoughts, compared to last night you finally feel normal again but with pains in your body. Next to the clock is a note and clothing. You walk to the dress and hold the piece of paper to read it closely:
'Please get dressed with these and meet us in the living room.' Written neatly in Shoto's handwriting.
Under the note is a pair of wide-legged pants and a crisply ironed blouse. You get dressed in the clothes provided, not thinking too much about why they are here. You're only grateful that you don't have to wear flimsy lingerie. Before you leave the room, you check yourself in the mirror. You try desperately to cover or conceal any of the bruises left on your body and tidy up your appearance.
When you finally exit, you see Natsuo leaving his room with his belongings, ready to depart. He looks up and sees you, smiling widely before approaching you in a friendly demeanor.
"Good morning, Natsuo." You say, finally acknowledging him. He responds with the same greeting before continuing.
"We missed you during breakfast." Ah, you were sleeping for that long. "Shoto said you were really tired last night when I asked him."
"Yeah... I guess." You try not to do anything awkward but soon your face heats up as your face makes a guilty expression. "So... How did you sleep last night?" He chuckles to himself and seems to turn red.
"I slept fine, but... You and Shoto... Made a little too much noise." As if your morning couldn't get any more embarrassing. Natsuo's eyes shift to exposed marks on your skin.
"I'm so, so sorry..! I didn't mean- We didn't mean to disturb you..!"
"It's fine, really. You two are newlyweds now and it was your first night together, right? You guys really couldn't wait, huh?" Wait... newlyweds? Maybe you misheard, or it was some old-fashioned way of saying you were dating Shoto. You didn't want to think that, but then again, friends don't do things like that and keep the same platonic feels. "It's getting late, everyone is leaving soon." He checks the time on his phone before lifting his things. "The family is waiting for you downstairs. I can walk you to them if you'd like."
You shyly nod, not wanting to seem rude. As you and Natsuo walk down the staircase, you can hear the chatter of people in the living room. You can recognize your mother's voice amongst the sound. Natsuo reveals that Fuyumi is waiting outside, but he thinks it's best if you meet Shoto first. When you reach the end of the stairs, you see your mother, Enji, and Shoto nearby in the living room.
"I have to get going, but I'll see you soon." He smiles brightly at you and waves before heading for the front door.
Turning your head, you see the three of them sitting on the couch. Various papers cover the large coffee table and Enji writes his signature on one of the papers. Shoto is given the pen from him and begins to sign on another free space, just under his father. Other signatures are written on the page. As you approach, your mother notices you and quickly stands. The two men seem alerted by her sudden movements and halt.
Shoto and his father watch as she pulls you out of the room and down the hall, away from everyone.
"Why is Enji here?" You ask your mother, hoping that she doesn't ignore your questions for once. Of course, you're wrong. But this time she reaches out to clasp your hands tightly. You try to move past her and walk back into the living room; something isn't right. She blocks your view.
"Look at me." When you do, you notice her glossy eyes and trembling hands. Her grip is tight but every few seconds it seems to loosen as her lips quiver in a frown. "I'm sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner... I wanted to but your father didn't think it would be a good idea."
"You... You spoke to him? When?" Your father always hated letting you see him in his ill state. He always avoided you, limiting himself to their bedroom and only leaving when you were away. Your mother takes a deep breath and continues.
"That's not important. From now on, you will be living with Shoto and his family..."
"I- I don't understand. Why am I staying with them? I can't... I want to stay with you and Dad." Then, as if the gears in your mind finally start working, you realize. "Is that the reason why you brought them over? You did all this work to the house just to impress them? And then make me live with them?"
You were partially correct. This wasn't to impress the patriarch or any of his older children. This was for the youngest, who demanded everything to be perfect for this day. He chose this design, it was based on the home he prepared for you two to live in. Perhaps Shoto thought it was kind to let you experience your new life for one night rather than to throw you in blind. Remove all of your sentimental value from this measly home until it was unrecognizable, the only thing to conquer next was your parents. The torture from knowing your home was now a reminder of your absence seemed painful enough.
"Yes, it is. Recently, it's been hard for us to manage his medical bills. Nobody here is working, it was getting harder each day and his condition has been worsening for the past few months." If it was money, you could've found a job somewhere. It wouldn't be much but it would have helped.
"But... What does that have to do with me moving?"
"Please, forgive me. Don't be angry, okay? This isn't punishment." She waits for your hesitant nod and speaks again. "Shoto must've heard about your father's illness from someone close. I'm not sure, I've never told anyone. He offered to convince Enji to help financially. They'll cover the hospital bills and transfer your father to a better doctor. Except, for an exchange, your hand in marriage."
The rest of your mother's words seem to fade out of your ears. No, you didn't want to believe it but it all seemed to make sense. She knew, every passing day you spent in this house. She knew, but she never said anything. Instead choosing to ignore you out of fear you would run. She knew last night and chose to keep her mouth shut. That was why she was a hollow shell during dinner last night and her face contorted in disgust and guilt whenever you were alone. You couldn't find any sympathy for her left; at the end of the day, she probably only saw a price tag attached to you.
"You feel betrayed, I know..." She could sense rage emitting off of your body with your silence. Of course, there was no need for this situation to happen. "But I didn't know what to do. I was lost and confused, I only agreed because I thought it was the best thing for our family. You can understand that, right? They aren't bad people, you get along with them well. It's for the best."
"No, I don't understand." You swiftly pull your hands out of your mother's grasp and take a few steps back from the woman. "You could've spoken to me before deciding, but you chose not to. You've already decided that I'm not a member of this family anymore."
You turn your back towards your mother and begin to walk towards the exit. She tries to frantically call your name but you continue.
"I can find the money and I know Dad still has more left from all of his hero work." Your chest tightens before erupting in severe pain, but you decide to ignore it. "I'm not leaving. I'm not signing any papers. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm going outside for some fresh air. When I get back, I need all of them out of our house."
A freezing, numb sensation travels from your feet up to your calves. Your movements are slow before stopping completely, frozen in place. When you look up, you see him. Speaking of the devil. Coming towards you with an agitated expression, nearly freezing your mother who tries to intervene. You try to melt through the ice using your fire but burn part of your clothes. It's too late, anyways.
When you finally free your legs, he stands right in front of you. Your mother flees to a space nearby, too intimidated to confront him.
"Whether you want to come is not up for debate. Your mother has signed on your behalf." He says harshly, an undeniable chill runs up your spine from his presence. "Our family has connections, you do know that. No one will question the validity of your signature. Don't be difficult."
"How do you expect me not to be when you've paid off my own mother?" You say before trying to leave again, nearly slipping on his ice. His hand wraps around your forearm, he uses all of his strength and almost breaks your bone.
"You said it yourself, this isn't your family anymore." Shoto has waited far too long, he won't give up now. "You still love your father, don't you? Of course, you do. Should your dying father suffer because of your selfishness? Or be saved? It's your decision, but this isn't about you."
You look at your mother who silently pleads for you to follow Shoto. Then your mind trails to Enji who is listening to the whole conversation with his eyes shut tight as he wonders how he raised such a brute of a son. His hold softens, allowing you some freedom but you don't move.
"Shoto, you can't force me..." You want to sound firm in your words but they are uttered weakly. "We can find another way, but not like this..."
"I'm not forcing you. As I said this is your decision but if you know what's best, you'll come with me." Shoto's hand is completely removed from your forearm and extends out in a welcoming manner.
You glance around your childhood home that has been uprooted and transformed from top to bottom. You can't recognize it anymore, but there's no need to. This will be the last day you step foot into this house.
Cautiously, your fingers intertwine with Shoto's hand. His lips slyly curl upwards at your foolish decision. In the distance, you hear your mother breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's it, like an obedient daughter..." He turns around and begins instructing your mother about organizing a ceremony in the upcoming weeks. She eagerly runs off to celebrate the news with your father and other family members.
It was sickening to watch her demeanor switch in the span of a few seconds.
"You know," Shoto speaks again, returning his full attention to you. "I was beginning to think you forgot about what you said to me last night." His thumb massages gently into the back of your hand. "About how you loved me... That wasn't a lie, or was it?"
Not knowing how to respond verbally, you shake your head. Shoto softly whispers, "good, good" and kisses your hand. Truthfully, you weren't being dishonest. It was in the heat of the moment and if you were asked now, you wouldn't know what to say.
"You did make a promise to me, to spend more time together. In the end, it worked out perfectly for us." Another tightening hold on your hand sends a shock of pain through your arm. Briefly looking into his eyes and seeing him spiral, it's not Shoto anymore. "Now, we'll spend an eternity together. Til' death do us part..."
ʚ⁺˖↬ INFO. male yandere x gn!reader, 3.0k word nsfw/18+ oneshot. READ PART ONE HERE.
ʚ⁺˖↬ CONTENTS. sub!male yandere, reader has no mentioned genitals, general yandere/obsessive behavior, panty/underwear sniffing, getting caught, reader is a mild sadist, degradation, (male) whimpering, handjob, edging/denial
ʚ⁺˖↬ NOTES. it's a good thing that writing pathetic men comes so easily to me because i was freaking myself tf out over this one <3
my patreon saw this one week early! if you want to view my early access content and receive patreon exclusive works, join my patreon!
dakota stands on the other side of the door to your dorm room, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.
your name is printed right there on the door, on a little name plate. he can’t find the bravery to knock, not yet, not when his stomach is so full of butterflies; he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to get the trembling in his fingers under control before he works himself up to knock on the door.
he’s been anxious before; he’s never been the most social, the most confident, the most outgoing. he was always more of the wallflower, the one who didn’t speak until someone spoke to him. but this was different— it felt almost like his entire life had, somehow, led up this very moment, where he was standing outside your door and waiting for you. always, for you.
he swallows thickly, taking a deep breath. just don’t act like a fucking freak, he tells himself, just be normal, do whatever they need for the project. you can do that. you can do that much for them, at least. don’t mention any of the other shit.
the other shit, of course, being that he’s thought about you nonstop since they day he met you in class. how your fingers felt when they brushed up against his, how the sound of your voice rolled over his skin like warm oil, how the taste of your name felt rolling off his tongue.
finally, he raises his hand— the last thing he needs is to make himself late to your study date because he’s too busy standing out in the hallway reminiscing, getting hard all over again just from the mere thought of you. his knuckles rap against the wood of your door, and he hears shuffling around inside, before footsteps come closer— and the door opens.
all the pep talks, all the lead up, and his breath is taken away almost the second it swings open, and you stand in front of him. fuck. he forced himself to smile, hoping it didn’t come out awkward or forced.
“kota!” you greeted, and his heart leapt into his throat at the shortened nickname. did you think you guys were that close already? close enough to call him by a nickname? “just on time, come on in— my dormmate’s gonna be gone for most of the night, so go ahead and make yourself at home,” you say, stepping out of the way of the doorway and ushering him inside. your eyes are on him, and it’s almost like he can feel it the same as if you were to reach out and touch him. he feels a zing up his spine, and he has to force himself to ignore it.
“thanks,” dakota breathes in, the smell of you mingling with the cool air; there’s some notes of something off, a shampoo or a body spray that he doesn’t recognize, and he thinks that must be your roommate. there’s a weird, sharp feeling in his gut, almost… annoyed that he can’t breathe in the raw, unfiltered smell if you without something else getting in the way. he enters, stepping past you, shoes tapping softly against the linoleum floor. his fingers clench around the strap of his bag, which is thrown over his shoulder, subtly wiping away the sweat that seems to have mysteriously formed on his palms.
he turns to look back at you as you close the door behind him, locking it out of habit. you face him, hand falling away from the doorknob, and smile at him again.
“brought all the stuff we need,” dakota says, a bit abruptly, forcing himself to not fall into the spiral of staring at your perfect face and getting lost in the way you smile. he shrugs his shoulder, a small gesture to the school bag hanging off it, heavy with classic literature textbooks. “for whenever you want to get started.”
“oh, cool,” you say, brushing past him casually as you head further into the room, to where one of the dorm desks is pushed against the foot of a bed— it must be your bed, he thinks, his eyes tracing the shape of it, memorizing the way the blankets on top are folded and arranged, counting how many pillows you have. he’s not sure what he would have pictured, but this feels right. it feels like you. his eyes snap back to you in the middle of your next sentence, reprimanding himself for missing even a word of it. “…about project distribution?”
he scrambles for a second, before deciding to play it safe, nodding his head. “uh, yeah— sure.”
“great,” you say, and he breathes an inward sigh of relief that you didn’t seem to notice his lapse in attention. you shift the desk chair a bit to the side, and move across the room to your roommate’s side to grab their desk chair as well. dakota swallows, standing still in the middle of the room; the desk is big enough for you both to comfortably work at, but the idea of sitting so close to you…
you turn back to him, and your smile once again catches him off guard.
“c’mon, come sit down, make yourself comfortable,” you offer, sensing the awkwardness that runs through him on some level and trying to make it a little easier for him. he watches you pull out your chair and settle down into it before pushing out his chair as well. your gaze pulls him in, gets his feet moving finally, and he shuffles across the floor towards your desk, and lowers himself down into the seat next to you.
it’s almost disarming how easy it is to fall into a rhythm with you.
calm, lofi music plays from your phone, sitting on the raised back of the desk in between the two of you. you work in a comfortable silence— dakota, however, is occasionally thrust back into the reality of the situation everytime your elbow brushes against his, or you shift in just the right way and the smell of your shampoo wafts towards him. he’s pretty sure the only saving grace in his life right now is the fact that you haven’t been talking, which has given him less chances to absolutely embarrass himself, and even less chances to get turned on by just the sound of your voice.
dakota startled slightly as you groaned, setting your pencil down and leaning back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head.
“i’m gonna run to the bathroom,” you announce, putting you hands on the desk and pushing back, your chair skidding on the floor before you stand up. “’s just down the hall, so i’ll be right back. oh– there's a vending machine on the way, want me to grab something?”
dakota quickly lifts his head. “no– no, don’t worry about it, i’m okay,” he says, like he can't imagine asking you to do anything for him.
you shrug your shoulders. “m’kay. be right back,” you say again, pulling your shoes back on before you make your way out of the dorm room. dakota swears he can feel the temperature of the room drop when you disappear.
the door closes behind you, and he hears your receding footsteps down the hallway. he was suddenly overcome with the urge to get up, to look around, to touch and see and search– it itched under his skin, a restless energy that was all consuming.
maybe just… a quick look around. you wouldn't know if he looked at a few things, right? he could be fast– he could be discreet. he wouldn't even steal anything this time–
and then, as he begins to look around for a starting point, he spots the hamper of dirty clothes on your side of the room, butted up against the closed wardrobe in the corner behind your desk. simultaneously, he feels a sinking in his stomach– because he already knows he’s not going to be able to pass this up– and a wave of warmth rolling over his skin.
he swallowed thickly, suddenly aware of the heat in the room and his body, the sweat he could feel breaking out at the back of his neck and his palms. with a quick glance back to the closed door, dakota stood up, his feet carrying him the short distance that it took to get from the desk to the wardrobe.
the hamper was full; you must not have done laundry for a little while. he stood hesitantly in front of it, his eyes tracing over the crumpled fabric inside, nearly spilling out over the top. he could recall the days you wore some of those clothes– that t-shirt, those pants.
and then– peeking out near the top of the pile, under a pair of jeans all crumpled up and turned inside out… he spies a swath of fabric that is definitely underwear.
he can’t stop himself.
with shaky fingers, he reaches out and tugs it free. he holds it in his hands for a second, fingers running across the waistband and the seams. his head fills with some of the most vulgar thoughts he thinks he’s ever had, and he can’t help it, not when your underwear is right there in his hands. there isn't an alternative: he lifts the fabric, and presses to his face, covering his nose and his mouth. his glasses are bumped up to the top of his nose, pressing into his skin, and his shoulders rise and fall as he takes in a deep inhale. his senses are flooded with the muted smell of you, raw and musky.
the groan that he lets out as he exhales is involuntarily, spilling out of him as blood rushes from his head and straight to his cock. he holds the fabric over his face with one hand, his eyes fluttering closed, and his other hand snakes down to palm at the bulge at the front of his jeans that is suddenly almost painful. he feels dizzy, head rush over taking him as he breathes in another deep breath.
his legs feel weak as he palms at himself, just barely managing to control himself enough to keep his hand from pushing past the waistband of his jeans.
he needs to stop– needs to drop this and get back in the chair and try desperately to hide his raging hard on. he pulls the fabric away from his face, reluctantly, his head swimming. he pauses just once more, pulling his other hand away from his jeans to run his fingers over the underwear, wondering what it would feel like wrapped around his cock, considering breaking his earlier rule and shoving them in his pocket–
“oh my god– what the fuck are you doing?”
kota felt his blood run cold, and his head snapped to the door– only for his gaze to land on you, standing there in the doorway, watching him. he felt his world crash down around him, blood pumping through his veins as he scrambled to do anything but stand there and look like and absolute fucking creepy.
“i-i…” he stuttered, his tongue feeling too big for his mouth, his throat feeling too tight to breathe, lungs constricting. a cold sweat broke out over his skin, and he finally forced himself to drop the underwear back into your hamper as if they had burned him. “it’s not what it looks like, i–”
he finally registered the look on your face as you took a slow step into the room, pulling the door shut behind you and locking it. your gaze trailed down, away from his face– and to the tent at the front of his jeans. something flickered in your eyes, a heat that made dakota want to melt into the floor even as your lips curled in disgust. holy shit– were you into this?
“oh, it's not what it looks like? so you weren’t just getting off over my dirty underwear like a complete fucking pervert?”
dakota stands there dumbly, your words shooting through him like a flash of lightning, shame and arousal flooding his senses. you sound disgusted, but he doesn't miss the intrigue in your eyes, and fuck– if he gets any more rock hard he might just pass out from the lack of blood in his brain.
“well?” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest, taking a single step closer. “i asked you a question, didn't i? is that not what you were doing?”
dakota opens his mouth, but you quickly add: “and don't you dare lie to me.”
swallowing thickly, dakota feels like his knees might just give out. “i… was,” he admits, shame crawling across his skin like squirming insects, a painful shiver up his spine.
you scoffed, lips curling back as you looked him up and down, shaking your head. “jesus. who knew you were such a creep?” you say, the venom laced into the word ‘creep’ doing nothing but making dakota feel weak in the knees. he could tell the front of his boxers was slick with precum, and any minute now the front of his jeans would be wet with it too.
and then you started to advance on him.
dakota can't move, his feet rooted to the spot like they’re glued to the floor. he only steps back when you get too close, pressing your hand against the center of his chest and forcing him back until his shoulder-blades hit the wardrobe, followed by his spine as he presses himself back all the way.
blood rushes through his ears, his heart pounding so fast it might just give up at any moment– and you press against him, like you’re trying to kill him. dakota sucks in a breath, the aching between his legs unbearable, especially when your hips brush up against it… and then your hand flattens against his stomach, before slowly sinking down.
“you weren’t just looking, were you? no, i bet you were sniffing them like a creep, huh?” you taunt, his face flushing more red than you’ve ever seen.
his heart feels caught in his throat, his body practically vibrating with a nervous energy that he fears might just tear him apart at the seams. he wants to touch you, but he doesn't move– doesn't dare cross that line until you tell him he can, if you ever do. you quirk a brow at him expectantly, your hand stopping on his lower stomach when he doesn't answer, a subtle threat. it kicks him back into gear.
“…yes,” he admits, his voice coming out weak and shaky. but the corners of your lips quirk up into a barely contained grin, which you quickly conceal as your hand starts moving again.
his hips jerk involuntarily as your palm presses against the outline of his cock, and he swears he can see his entire life flash before his eyes.
“wow,” you comment, “you’re really worked up. all this just from creepin’ around in my laundry?” your palm slides over the denim, stroking him subtly through his clothes, and dakota swears he might just melt into a puddle on the floor.
“jesus–” he gasps through clenched teeth, and he can feel the front of his jeans beginning to get damp, your hand applying pressure and forcing the mess of precum staining his clothes to soak through.
you keep him pressed back against the wardrobe, your hand rubbing against him. “you really are pathetic, aren’t you? bet i could make you cum in your pants and barely even have to lift a finger to do it.”
the sound that tumbles out of his lips is half broken, too close to a whimper for him to feel anything but ashamed. but the look in your eyes is nearly triumphant— sadistic and still part disgusted, so reeled in by his pathetic display that you just can’t quite stop.
your fingers work to unbutton his jeans, reaching inside before his brain can even catch up with whats happening. his head is absolutely spinning— how did he get here? how did this happen? did he die, and this is his version of a fucked up heaven?
but then your hand is yanking down his jeans and his boxers, and your skin touches his, and fuck. he can’t think about anything anymore, not when your fingers wrap around his aching cock, becoming slick with the precum that’s smeared all over his length. just a single touch from you, and he’s practically coming undone; you have him so worked up, just by existing. nothing else has ever felt this good… nothing else will ever feel this good, and he knows it. his hips jerk as you tighten your grip, stroking up and down.
“you should see the look on your face,” you tease, your tone mocking and cruel and sinking down into the burning depths of his gut, adding gasoline to the fire.
“f-fuck— please, i’m—” dakota pants, the muscles in his abdomen tightening, a tingling sensation taking root in his limbs. his fingers reach for you, and his hands plant themselves on your hips, desperate to ground himself— to feel anything, to feel you. you let him, let his long fingers curl around your sides, dull nails digging into the fat of your hips.
“aw, what– you’re gonna cum already? you’re gonna make a mess in your pants from just my hand? i’ve barely even touched you.” you taunt, tilting your head at him, and dakota struggles to hold onto your words. a strangled cry gets caught in his throat, coming out as a choked moan as he clenches his teeth together, hips bucking against your hand, fucking into the circle of your fingers.
he’s right on the edge, burning hot and ready to tumble over, ready to feel ecstasy at your hand—
but then your hand is gone, pulled away just before he can crest that final hill, leaving him bucking into the air and crying out, his hands shaking as they rest on your hips.
“too bad,” you hum nonchalantly. “we have things to do, and you’ve been naughty. maybe i’ll think about letting you finish after we get our work done, hmm?” you taunt, before you hold up your slick hand in front of his face, your fingers sticky with his precum. he pants, his breaths fanning against your fingers, cooling your skin. “now lick it up so we can get back to work.”
ʚ⁺˖↬ INFO. male yandere x gn!reader, headcanons, 0.0k word nsfw/18+ oneshot coming soon. he's a verse/switch. READ PART TWO HERE.
ʚ⁺˖↬ CONTENTS. general yandere behavior (idolization, stalking, unhealthy obsession, stealing personal items), mentions of stalking/watching reader through a window/setting up cameras, reader has no specified/mentioned gender/genitalia, he's a virgin, mentions of masturbation
ʚ⁺˖↬ NOTES. guys im gonna be honest. im obsessed with this disgusting lil freak lmao. anyway sorry this is 10 billion years late, also this is EXTREMELY vanilla for some of the nasty stuff i have planned for him later lol
💌 dakota barron is a whiz kid. a star student. an academic king. graduated high school top of his class, has awards from robotics and computer clubs scattered amongst his other academic accolades– AP classes, honors club, early scholarship offers. he's tall, and lanky, with a mess of curly hair and he has to wear glasses when he's reading or staring at a computer screen.
💌 he's not popular, he's awkward, he's shy, he's a virgin who's barely even kissed anyone.
💌 to put it plainly? he's a fucking nerd.
💌 he never puts much stock into relationships and sex, barely even spends any time on friendships. to him, they're just another thing that takes up his time– time he could be using to code, or study, or work.
💌 but then he meets you.
💌 it's a simple meeting. you end up sitting next to each other on the first day of a new class. he barely notices anyone around him, focused on his own notes and his phone– but he reaches for his water bottle and knocks his favorite pen onto the floor.
💌 you bend and reach for it before he can, picking it up and kindly handing it back to him. your hand brushes against his, and a current of electricity courses through him.
💌 you introduce yourself, and dakota feels his mouth go dry at the sound of your voice. he's sure he's embarrassing himself, going red in the face and stuttering over his own name when he tries to give it to you, but he almost feels like he can't even look you in the eye– it's like looking directly into the sun.
💌 he's hooked immediately, and it doesn't take long for him to spiral into desperately needing any ounce of attention you can give him. he's able to sort of curb it for awhile– keeping the worst of his pathetic, desperate need inside. but...
💌 before you know it, you've got a lanky ass, 6'4" nerd following you around. he'll help with your homework, he'll carry your books, get you some water, whatever he has to do to chase that high that your attention seemed to give him. can you blame him? you're just so.... fucking unbelievable, so goddamn perfect. why would he want to be anywhere else?
💌 suddenly its like everything pales in comparison to you, and he's completely out of his depth. he doesn't know how to confront this– there isn't an equation he can solve or a code he can write to figure out how to behave around you. there isn't a textbook he can study and memorize front to back about you. the last thing he wants to do is fuck everything up and be seen as nothing more than a freak, a loser, a nobody in your eyes. so, maybe he overcompensates a little.
💌 you don't even have to ask, and he's already doing things for you. need someone to help you study? he's putting together flashcards and entire notebooks worth of notes, intricately put together and specifically engineered to help you absorb the information better.
💌 want him to grab you a drink or a snack from the vending machines? don't worry, he'll pay for it, don't even think about pulling your wallet out.
💌 need someone to literally just do your homework for you? he'll do it, darling. he'll give you all the answers, all you have to do is look at him with those pretty eyes and he's handing over everything.
💌 he'll do all of it, anything you might need, and all you have to do is pay attention to him. thank him. talk to him, look at him, say his name, fuck– any crumb of your attention is like his lifeline, and he finds that he can't go a fucking day without it.
💌 weekends are the worst, especially in the first few weeks before he manages to get your phone number– just in case you need help with homework or something, obviously. he starts to wonder if maybe it wouldn't be so bad for him to follow you home... peek in through a window or find some way to set up a camera. he could learn how to pick a lock, right? he's always been a fast learner... he just needs to see you.
💌 he doesn't have particularly dirty intentions when he first thinks about it. he just can't stand not seeing you, not being around you. but then he thinks about it some more... about the possibility of seeing you so calm and relaxed in your own space. of watching you sleep. of seeing you get changed...
💌 it's definitely not helping his case that his brain almost seems to stop functioning whenever you're around. he can't get enough of you, the way you sound, the way you smell, the way you move– but all he has to do is think about you and suddenly he's going haywire. he's never had to sneak away to jerk off in a public bathroom before, but now it's happening often.
💌 the amount of times he almost gets caught is honestly astounding, but mostly because he manages to find the one ounce of self control left to keep quiet until he's alone again. honestly, he's just 'lucky' it doesn't take him long to finish– not when he's thinking about you, wishing it was your hands, your mouth, your anything.
💌 he's ashamed every time. just like he's ashamed every time he lays awake in bed at night and thinks of you– and not innocently. just like he's ashamed when he starts swiping your things... little things, your favorite pen or something you were fidgeting with, maybe a chapstick or something. he just can't fucking help himself when it comes to you, darling.
💌 he needs more, and he knows it. he's starting to think that he might lose it, might already be losing it– every time he sees you, his chest aches. he's not sure if that's more painful, or the way he strains in his pants whenever you bend over, or lean in just the right way.
💌 and then by some fucking miracle, you end up choosing him to be your partner for the midterm project.
holy I am LOVING your blog so far! just read through everything on your master list and I think you might be one of my favorite yan blogs already :]
your yan ghost has me in a chokehold rn and i am NOT complaining i love him and he has even inspired me to write something for once lol
if you have any intention to write a part three for him I would eat it up like a starving homeless person put in front of a gourmet meal <3 (no pressure tho just keep writing what you like!)
yesss ghost boi is best boi!! i havent written a part three for him yet, but i plan too!! i just cant think of what i want to name him 😩
in the mean time... i did write some nsfw for him figuring out that now that he can touch his darling, he can please them too. its fem reader, and i know you didn't ask for nsfw, but i hope you like it anyway! 👻 boy needs more love imho. tbh this one isn't my best work, but it's more... normal than the other nsfw concept i have for him, which involves like. minor possession lmao
can you guys tell i love writing oral?
yan ghost x fem darling 💕
contents: nsfw/smut, fem reader/female genitalia, oral (fem receiving)
things had changed around the house recently. gone were the days of only know the ghost was around when you felt a sudden chill; no, it- he- had learned to do a whole lot more than that.
admittedly, you weren't sure what you were thinking when you gave into the urge to relieve yourself in the shower. there had been evidence of the ghost following you in there multiple times- handprints on the foggy mirror, the faint outline of another presence through the shower curtain.
but maybe that was the reason you did it; you knew he would be there.
thats what the ghost would choose to believe, anyway.
he couldn't believe what he was seeing, as your fingers crept down closer to your sex. your movements were slow and deliberate, not at all how you move when you're just thoroughly washing yourself. for a split second he's confused, wondering what you're up to- but then you lift your leg and place it on the edge of the tub, and it clicks in his head so fast he almost goes dizzy.
you slide your fingers delicately through your sex, biting your lip as you brush your fingertips over your clit. considering you constantly felt like you were being watched, you hadn't masturbated in weeks, maybe months. your own little, firm touches sent little sparks of electricity through you.
the ghost feels a strange warmth in his chest. if he had a heart, it would have been beating like a war drum. without a second thought, he phases through the shower curtain to get a closer look at you; the water goes right through him, and you're so focused on yourself that you don't see the rustle in the shower curtains.
your eyes close as you rub your fingers in circles around your clit, shifting your foot against the edge of the tub and tilting your hips to get better access to yourself.
slowly, you worked yourself to the edge, alternating between rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers through your own wetness and deep inside yourself. there wasn't much build up; you just wanted to get off.
but the ghost was done watching. he couldn't handle it anymore- you were driving him insane. now that he knew he could, his fingers itched to touch you always; this was simply too much for him to restrain himself.
seconds before you crested the edge, orgasm just within reach, you feel a cold sensation around your wrist- and your hand is yanked away from your cunt. an ice cold feeling of fear stabs through you for half a second, before the stimulation on your clit is replaced.
you cant see anything, but the feeling is there, cool and powerful between your legs- something is holding your wrists away, keeping them held at your sides, and something is lapping at your pussy like crazy.
despite your fear and confusion, you're too turned on, too close to the edge, to do anything but moan and whine. you wiggle your fingers, but the invisible force holding your hands down is surprisingly strong. your head floats between fear and arousal, the need to cum returning stronger than ever.
suddenly, your wrists are released, but the feeling of hands holding you in a vice grip only shifts to your hips. the invisible force- the ghost, you think- grips onto your hips as your hands fly back against the wall to steady yourself.
the ghost can feel how hot your skin in, how wet you are on his invisible tongue. he can sense the fear and apprehension lurking in you, below the waves of arousal. it's the hottest thing he's ever seen.
he laps at you with his tongue, and the feeling of it drives you right back to the edge. how is this happening? you pant, wet hair sticking to your skin as you shake and shudder in the ghosts invisible grasp. your head falls back and you cry out as he switches it up, latching onto your clit and sucking.
you cum, legs going wobbly- but the ghost holds you so tightly, keeping you from falling as he feasts on you.
he doesn't stop; if anything, he ramps up. you cringe and whine at the overstimulation, but theres nothing for you to push away; even when you reach down, desperate to cover your cunt, shield it in some way, his invisible hand only pushes yours away.
you are stuck, taking whatever he wants to give you, until he's satisfied. it'll be the longest (strangest) shower you'll ever take. 💕
part two of a yandere ghost haunting his darlings house 💕 gn reader x male yandere. obsessed with him tbh so there might still be more in the future- eventually i need to give him a name!! let me know if you have any suggestions 👀
it is mentioned/implied that reader (y/n) has hair long enough to be played with in some capacity. also, this one has no nsfw but i do have a lot of nsfw ideas for ghost yandere & his darling 😅
tws: general yandere behavior, supernatural content
minors dni 🎀 18+ only
💌 its been draining, tiring, over the last few months... but he's no where near close to giving up. he's gotten so much closer; every passing day, he can feel himself getting closer to his goal. and he's so happy around you now; gone are the days where he is nothing but angry, and all because of you.
💌 for your part, you've sort of just accepted that something is going on in your house. the 'history' the realtor warned you about was starting to make sense. but it's not like you could pack up and leave, not in this economy. besides, you never felt like you were in any danger. maybe you could just... learn to live with it for now.
💌 you don't expect it to get as... physical as it does, though. by any stretch of the imagination.
💌 the first 'big event,' something ghost yandere will be celebrating for weeks to come, happens one night when you are settling down for bed.
💌 up until this point, things had only barely escalated. sometimes you could see the bare outlines of a handprint pressed against your foggy mirror when you got out of the shower; sometimes your lights would flicker when you were talking to yourself, almost like a response to your questions; and more than once, you had seen with your own eyes something you needed move across the table towards you before you could reach for it.
💌 this night, though, as you are getting ready for bed, you found yourself in front of the bathroom mirror at the end of your nightly routine. he couldn't stand it; you just always looked so good!
💌 you felt a slow, cold chill travel down your spine, like someone with frozen fingers was trailing them down your back. you were getting strangely used to the shivers, they happened so often- that, you could brush off. but as you watched yourself in the mirror, a single lock of your hair separated from the rest, rising in the air and twisting- like someone you couldn't see was gently playing with it, twirling it around their fingers.
💌 he was too busy being ecstatic to even really notice when you freaked out, darting out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. your hair was so soft, like the most expensive silk between his barely-corporeal fingers. but the important part was that he had touched you, affected some part of your physical body.
💌 around this time, you stop inviting people over to your house, much to his delight. still, you can't cut yourself off from the outside world entirely. it agitates ghost yandere beyond belief that he can't just follow you everywhere; every time he tries, it's like walking through a portal. he just ends up back inside the house. more than once, you come home to your lights flickering madly, and the door always slams behind you once you enter.
💌 he is only emboldened when, only a few days later, you made the decision to try to contact whatever was in your house and figure out what was going on, once and for all. he stood over your shoulder, as he usually did, to watch what you were researching on your laptop, heart thundering in his chest when he saw you googling how to contact spirits.
💌 you wanted to talk to him, too!! maybe whatever avenue you choose to speak to him will satiate his need to communicate with you in the meantime, while he builds up his strength to manifest more physically.
💌 you settle on: a ouija board. you order one from a metaphysical shop, and the wait for it to arrive is torture, for both of you. for his part, he is so excited that the lights tend to flicker when he enters a room. for you? you are anxious.
💌 he doesn't quite connect the dots on why you have been so anxious lately (maybe you're just really excited to talk to him!); he does his best to soothe you, in the little ways he can manage. starting up your music from your laptop, moving things you need closer to you, he even eases up on hiding your things from you. and, of course, moves your hair delicately out of your face while you sleep- he really can't help it.
💌 now that he knows he can do it, he loves touching you. moving your hair, feeling it between his fingers, watching the slight, invisible pressure against your skin as he trails his fingers up and down your arm, back, leg... aside from the way it makes him feel to be able to touch you, it's good practice for him. the more he tries, the more often he is able to actually do it.
💌 the ouija board comes in. he follows you all around the house (as he normally does) as you set it up, sitting on a pillow in front of the coffee table in your living room. while you open the box and set everything up, reading the instructions that came with it, he gets so excited that the lights begin to lightly flicker.
💌 you ignore it, as you tend to do, setting the instructions aside and placing the planchette on the board. ghost yandere is practically giddy, sitting on the other side of the table, mirroring you without you being able to see him. he's polite, though, and waits for you to begin asking questions to participate.
💌 you are... beyond shocked when you ask your opening questions and you feel invisible hands placed over yours. your fingers were so light against the planchette so you wouldn't accidentally influence it, but now your fingers are pressed down against it, something else pressing your hands into the tool.
💌 he answers your questions rather quickly, so eager and happy to communicate with you. 'is someone here?' obviously! he slides the planchette and your hands to the yes. 'do you want to speak to me?' yes!!! he circles the planchette around 'yes' multiple times.
💌 a few of the personal questions make him pause a bit. how old is he? he doesn't remember; somewhere in his twenties. he'll just guess.... 2-5. his name? how could he forget his name?? it's just been so long since anyone said it.... he moves the planchette to the top middle, where it reads 'maybe/unsure.'
💌 you offer to give him a name, and he feels so flooded with excitement at the prospect that he pulls the planchette harshly towards the yes, so quickly that you gasp at the jerky movement. oh, he likes that sound.
💌 he is almost unwilling to let you say goodbye at first... until he asks you to promise to come back and talk to him soon. he can't wait!! you tell him you'll think about a nice name for him, and say goodbye, pulling your fingers away from the planchette. your fingers tingle from where the ghosts hands had been.
💌 be prepared to find the ouija board & planchette set up for you at least once a day, even if you know you put it away earlier. now that he knows you can use it to talk to each other, he wants to do it all the time. and if he has to scrape the planchette back and forth (at an admittedly alarming speed) to get your attention, spelling out I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U over and over before you walk over.... well.
💌 he just wants to make sure you don't forget to spend time with him, darling!
a yandere ghost, haunting the house of his darling 💕 gn reader x male yandere headcanons. this one got long, so part 2 coming soon maybe??
tws: general yandere behavior, supernatural content, slight nsfw mentions
minors dni 🎀 18+ only
💌 he doesn't remember how he died. he doesn't even remember how long ago it was. all he knows is that he is dead, and he can't leave the house. was it his house, when he was alive? did he die there? he'll never know.
💌 life as a ghost is... empty. most people are completely incapable of interacting with him or realizing he is there. and, worse than that, as time has gone on, he has realized that it's harder for him to feel... anything.
💌 he doesn't care, because he can't feel the way humans seem to. he doesn't care if he scares people who live in his house; he doesn't care when good things happen to them, when the walls are filled with laughter, or crying. the only thing he feels is mad, that they are happy and he isn't.
💌 well. until you move in, that is.
💌 he doesn't know what's different about you. he almost doesn't notice it at first, because you come and go so quickly with the movers. he's lost track of how many times the moving boxes have lined the halls and blocked the doorways of his house, and how many new people have come and gone. he'll chase you out, like all the rest.
💌 he's preparing to start slamming cupboards in the kitchen- but then he sees you, alone in the house for the first time. and it's... different.
💌 you aren't even doing anything special. taking a break from unpacking your boxes to make yourself a meal. but there's just something about you, and when he sees you for the first time, he feels a tugging in his chest that he can't explain. if he had a heart, it would have been thundering.
💌 while he tries to convince himself it was a fluke, a one-off occurence, he finds himself following you around the house all the time to try and replicate it. and it keeps happening! his chest feels warm, he feels happy when you smile, he finds reasons to laugh!!
💌 so he follows you everywhere. he watches you cook, or work, or lounge around. he feels no shame following you when you shower, or watching you sleep. he likes watching you shower the most; he can almost imagine the heat of your skin on his...
💌 sometimes, when the fog fills up the bathroom, you swear you can almost see the outline of someone standing on the other side of the shower curtain... but no one is ever there.
💌 when you try to leave the house, the door rattles- he knows he can't follow you, and desperately tries to scare you into staying. when you inevitably ignore it and leave, he stands by the front window all day until you come back.
💌 your neighbor once stopped to ask you who was in your house all day while you were gone; she could have sworn he saw someone standing in the window...
💌 you hear little whispers of your name sometimes, and think you're imagining it. he's trying his hardest to get through to you, to say your name loud enough that you can't ignore him. he dreams of you knowing his name too, saying it over and over, chanting it when you're under him...
💌 he picks up your things, just to feel them in his hands. they feel warm, they make him feel warm. he hides them just to watch you wander around and look for them, to hear you wonder aloud what you did with them. to see you freeze when he puts them back- in a place you already looked.
💌 when you smile, he feels it. when you laugh, he feels warm. the longer you're there, in his house, he almost feels... stronger. more corporeal.
💌 he hates when you have other people over. like, capital H hates. you're the only one allowed in his house, and every time other people are around you- laughing with you, talking to you, god forbid touching you- he feels enraged. he'll slam doors, turn off stereos and TVs, knock over drinks.
💌 only once did he go so far as to knock pictures off the wall in your living room, but you cried while picking up the glass and ruined photos, and his inability to do anything more than make you shiver despite his best efforts to comfort you nearly drove him insane.
💌 still, this is what gets him to make up his mind; he needs to get you to see him. to feel him.
💌 you start catching glimpses of something out of the corner of your eye, and the prickling feeling at the back of your neck that another presence there never goes away again. just a shadow, you tell yourself, but in the back of your mind you know thats only a lie to calm yourself down. and every time you turn your head to where he's standing, your gaze zings through him like lightning, and only makes him more determined.
💌 he'll keep trying. he'll do whatever it takes to be able to feel you under his hands, to make you feel him in return. to make you hear his voice, to make you see him the way he sees you. and once he does, he'll make sure you're the last tenant in that house.
💌 once you see, once you know how much he's done, how hard he's worked for you... you'll never need anyone else again. he'll do anything. everything, for you.
Synopsis: Rintarou is the best big brother, he’ll do whatever it takes to help you even when you’re crying in the middle of the night because you can’t cum
Kinktober Masterlist | Taglist Form
You took pride in having the best brother. Someone so protective, so strong, so caring, there was no one better than Rintarou.
He took you in his apartment when you started college, he would stay up late doing your homework with you and for you, he would cut up your food for you when you were too tired, he would always pick you up from classes, he would take you to his games, he would just do everything. He’s just the best big brother.
✧.* "YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT SILLY PROJECT OF YOURS, YOU JUST WANT SOME DICK."
[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?
[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This fic was originally written & published on Wattpad but due to multiple complications, I’ve decided to upload it here.
[ { CONTENT } ] ➤ Each chapter is rather lengthy & the entirety of this fiction exceeds at least 90k words and counting. There are plenty of sexual themes & smut within this story so please proceed with caution.
[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ fem!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, hints of; obsession, possessiveness, & stalking. Violence, whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.
[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.
❥ Chapters !
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
12.
13.
14.
15.
16.
17.
18.
19.
20.
21.
22.
23.
24.
25.
26.
27.
28.
29.
30.
31.
32.
33.
34.
35.
36.
37.
38.
39.
40.
41.
42.
43.
44.
45.
46.
47.
48.
49.
50.
51.
52.
53.
54.
This is all the current chapters I have written! :)
Hope you enjoy!
Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.
Trigger Warnings: nsfw, yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, AFAB reader, toxic behavior, stalking, smut, unprotected sex, alternative universe (no curses), daddy kink, age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)
A/N: hello! this is my first time posting anything here. if anyone reads this, i hope you enjoy. if you do, i might continue it :)
You were uncertain how you ended up with your legs on each side of your head as this beast of a man you didn’t even know thrust deeply into you. You weren’t even aware you were this flexible before this. However, you weren’t complaining as you felt the tip of his thick, hard member collide with your g-spot repeatedly. He had made you reach your peak three times by now and it was evident that stopping wasn’t in his plans. His grunts and moans only fueled your horniness, hearing a man make some noise during intimacy could rile any woman up.
“This tight lil’ pussy is driving me crazy, sweetheart. Fuck— you gonna let me feel you come on me again? Lemme feel you flutter around my cock, baby, please.” He begged into your ear, his low, raspy voice sending waves of pleasure all over your body. This man knew what he was doing to you.
You moaned loudly, feeling his dick twitch inside you. “I need it, Toji! Don’t fucking stop!”
“That’s right. Say my fuckin’ name, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” You thought this to be impossible, but he started drilling you harder, making your eyes roll to the back of your skull and forcing you to succumb into the delightful sensation that his large prick brought you. The room was filled with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass repeatedly, your juices pooling on the sheets of the bed. It didn’t take long for your pussy to clench around his dick, announcing the arrival of your orgasm.
“Oh fuck! I’m gonna— I’m g-gonna come, Toji!” You gasped as you squeezed his cock, making him shudder. You were forcing him to come.
“Holy s-shit.” He cursed as you milked his cock. Long, thick spurts of semen started painting your walls white, making your combined juices overflow from your abused hole. He stilled inside your pussy as he finished riding his high, laying his head on your breasts once he was done.
You thought it was over, until you felt him starting to suckled on your nipples.
“Lemme take you again, sweetheart.” He groaned, his voice muffled by your breasts. Jesus, does this man have unlimited energy? He flipped you over onto your stomach on a swift motion, as if you weighed nothing to him. Somehow, you still had enough strength to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. He spread your ass cheeks open and watched as his seed dripped out of your cunt slowly, like it was seducing him into sliding himself inside you once more. He hissed, feeling his dick get painfully hard again.
“Gods, what a beautiful sight.” Toji grasped his shaft, stroking it a few times before pressing the tip against your entrance, forcing a moan out of you. “You want it, you slut? Wanna feel daddy’s dick splitting you open again?”
You weren’t experienced with men.
In fact, this was your very first one night stand. You wanted to experience for once in your life what it meant to be free and to have control over your own body, so when you saw Toji looking directly at you from across the bar, you knew he was going to be the one fucking your brains out tonight.
You had decided to go out with your girl friends to decompress from work when one of them pointed out the dark haired, exquisite looking man that had been staring at you the entire night. You didn’t know if it was the fact that a man that looked like that had been eyeing you up this whole time or if you were just tipsy, but you got a sudden burst of confidence that pushed you to go talk to him.
He seemed extremely pleased you approached him, excited even. He was noticeably older than you, but not old enough to be your father. You had never paid much attention to men his age, but something about this absolute hunk of a man pulled you to him. Looking at him up close made you nervous, the confidence you felt earlier, slowly turning into shyness. This man was definitely the most handsome man you’ve laid your eyes on. Judging by the smirk on his face he enjoyed your shyness. He thought it was cute.
To your surprise you had a very fluid, enjoyable conversation. He knew how to have a good time. You could feel a sincere interest coming from him, he wanted to get to truly know you, asking you questions about yourself, your likes, your hobbies and your life in general.
It was a shame you only wanted to fuck him.
At this point of your life you weren’t looking for a relationship. You had just gotten out of a five year relationship with your first ever boyfriend a few months ago and you simply weren’t ready to get into another commitment just yet. You had been with you first boyfriend since you were teenagers and you never got to explore what it felt like to be young and single. You wanted to learn how to be alone.
So you cut Toji short politely inviting him over to your place and he didn’t even hesitate to agree.
This is how to ended up with this man pounding you sore pussy from behind like a madman.
You moaned wantonly as he spanked your ass red, your ass jiggled with each harsh thrust. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, baby. The bes’ one I’ve ever felt.” Toji was so pussy drunk, he could barely form words.
You looked over your shoulder wanting to see his expression and god was the sight gorgeous. His mouth hanging open and his brows furrowed, his body dripping with sweat. Then he opened his eyes and looked directly into yours. You both had the same expression.
“Oh, don’t you give me that slutty face. I’m not gonna last.” Toji grunted, delivering another slap to your ass. You smirked and let out a moan as you started pushing your ass towards him, trying to meet his thrusts. You squeezed your pussy tighter around him feeling him twitch inside you.
“You fuckin’ whore. You want me to fill you up with my cum again don’t you?” He said between a moan and a chuckle. “Tell me you want it, baby.”
“I want it so bad, daddy. Please empty your balls inside me!” Your fifth orgasm was approaching as well.
“Take it!” He bottomed out releasing his seed straight into your womb, making you scream as your own orgasm took over squirting all over his crotch and thighs. Your legs finally giving up as you crashed onto the bed.
Toji pulled out slowly, groaning at the sensitivity. He laid down besides you, admiring your sweaty, red face. He thought you looked the most beautiful like this. “How about we take a shower together, sweetheart?”
So you did and you let him spend the night.
After all, how bad could it be?
The next morning you woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You almost got scared until you remembered what happened last night, you could not believe you actually had sex with a stranger. You covered your mouth as you giggled quietly in disbelief. You knew this wasn’t going to become something frequent, you weren’t the type to sleep around, but you had to admit it had been a great experience and you were glad it had been with a man as experienced as Toji. It probably wouldn’t have worked out as well if it wasn’t for him, so you had to give him some credit.
Speaking of which, you could feel Toji stirring awake. You turned around to look at him and you were received with a sleepy smile. “Mornin’, sweetheart.”
“Morning.” You replied back feeling your shyness take over.
“Don’t get shy with me now, I saw your entire being last night.” He joked, giving your cheek a sweet kiss. Are men usually this affectionate after causal sex?
You blushed from embarrassment, he really did see your entire being. You started to get up, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing your arm. “Where you going so early, baby? Let me keep you warm for a little longer.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Toji. If I don’t get up now, I’m gonna be late for work!” You answered giving him a courteous smile. You weren’t certain why he was being so doting, you didn’t know if this was normal behavior after a one night stand. What you did know was that, that’s all you wanted it to be. Simply a night of good, casual sex with a hot guy you met at a bar. A man you would never have to see again and to you it was safe to assume that Toji was the type of man looking for the same thing as you.
“I see. Well, maybe we could grab some coffee and I can drop you off at work. How does that sound?”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“Lunch?” He insisted.
“Toji—“ He cuts you off by pressing his scarred lips to yours, tangling his fingers with your hair.
He pulled away, his finger still holding your hair. “Baby, don’t worry. Just give me your number and we can schedule something for when you’re available.”
You felt odd. How can you get out of this situation? You hated this, you’ve never been in a position like this before. You felt helpless as you hesitantly agreed to give him your number. The weirdest part being that he never let go of your hair until you entered you contact information into his phone. It felt threatening in a way, even if his grip on you was loose.
He let go of your hair when you handed him his phone back. “Perfect. Let me just call you real quick so you can save my number.” Good thing you didn’t give him a fake number. “I’ll get going then. I’ll text you later, sweetheart.” Toji smirked, pecking your lips before walking out of them room.
You let out a sigh of relief once you heard your front door slam closed. You hadn’t realized you were holding your breath until now. You were feeling exasperated, you were already praying he never contacted you.
Maybe last night was a mistake.
Toji was a troubled man. He knew it. The people around him knew it.
They say no one is born evil, but from the moment he gained conscious he doesn’t remember a moment when he was truly good and quite frankly, he preferred it stayed that way. He had been raised around pain and suffering. He was brought into this world to become an assassin from a young age. He was brought to inflict nothing but agony and that’s all he knew how to do. He doesn’t remember a single moment of happiness from his early childhood to his adult life. He was made to believe he didn’t deserved love and he believe it because he never did anything worthy of it. He knew he wasn’t a good man.
He knew he wasn’t a good man and that’s why he didn’t feel guilty about all the times he followed you as you walked back to your place from work.
The moment he laid his eyes on you, something changed deep within him. There was a feeling he’d never felt before and it felt… good?
You first saw Toji at that bar, but Toji?
Oh, Toji first saw you at least two months before that.
Rain was pouring over him, but he could care less because what he was witnessing right now was perhaps the most breathtaking, heart-bursting sight in his entire existence. It was you. The answer to all his problems just walked past him in the torrential rain. He was amazed that not even the rain could conceal your beautiful face, he could see it perfectly clear. You were wearing some type of uniform that clung to your body thanks to the weather. Toji couldn’t help but admire the shape of your body, instantly getting hard at the sight of your nipples hardening from the cold rain under your white shirt. You had only walked by him for a few seconds, but to him it felt like an eternity. It was almost as if you were walking in slow motion. In spite of being distracted by your beauty, he was still an extremely observant man and was able to descry the name of the company you worked for on the logo planted on your shirt.
Toji wasn’t a good man. That’s why he stalks you any time he can, to him he’s just making sure you’re safe. That’s why loves breaking into your place and stealing your clothes and anything he can get his hands on that will make him feel closer to you. He particularly loves laying on your bed and smelling your sheets, your scent was simply divine. That’s why he tugs on his cock any time he caught sight of you. That’s why he would drag any man that dared approach you —hell, even look at you— to an empty alley and beat them to a pulp without a care for their sorry lives. He was an assassin, it’s all he knew how to do.
Toji wasn’t a good man, but he wanted to be for you.
He couldn’t stand hiding behind your shadow any longer, he was growing desperate. He felt pathetic, this feeling was alien to him and he hated it. He needed you to notice him.
Imagine his luck when he saw you walk into the bar that night. Toji was over the moon. Both of you were finally at the same place at the same time and he didn’t even need to fake a scenario for it to occur.
Toji was having an internal battle with himself, trying to find a way to approach you where you wouldn’t find him creepy. You were with your friends which made it harder for him to come up with a way to swoop you away. He never had trouble getting any woman to bed him, but you weren’t just any woman. You were special to him. He wanted to keep you, provide for you, protect you, love you.
He didn’t realize how long he had been staring at you until he noticed one of your friends point him out. He freaked out internally until he saw you move your gaze towards him and he swore his heart could come out through his mouth at any moment. This was the first time he ever made eye contact with you and he couldn’t wait to hold your gaze for the rest of your lives. To his surprise, you smiled at him.
He observed as you whispered something to your friend before standing up.
You were walking towards him.
All this time thinking about how to approach you and now you were coming to him.
That night he had the best time he’s had in his life. Getting to talk to you, look at you up close was indescribable to him. Although he wished he could’ve spoken to you more, he didn’t mind how the night ended at all. Getting to enjoy your delicious little body was the best part of it. He gave you his all. He wanted to make sure you were ruined for any other man, he wanted you to only think of him from that night forward.
He really thought he had achieved that.
But the next morning you were so cold to him it broke his heart to a million pieces.
But that’s okay, sweetheart. I’ll win your heart over. ♥︎
Ex-husband! Choso who refuses to get remarried because he’s still in love with you. Even though you filed for divorce due to his lack of time, He still comes by the house to take care of the kids and sometimes cooks dinner. You realize that he’s not going anywhere when after every visit he fucks you like the night of your wedding. (NSFw please)?
ex-husband choso never stopped loving you, despite the two of you separating.
he couldn’t.
he’s always had a deep love for you, he couldn’t be bothered with trying to move on. he still happily wears his ring, there’s probably never a moment where he takes it off because he’s just that in love with you.
it happens every time. he ends up coming over, claiming he forgotten clothes, wants to visit the kids, anything else. yet once he has you alone with the kids being at your parents house, he shows how much he misses you.
he’s so gentle with his touch—sweet whimpers escape his lips as he creates kiss trails all over your body, savoring your sweet taste that he’s always missed.
“really missed my wife,” he’d mumble out, and his lips felt so soft, tender you started to pulse. it was incredibly embarrassing. yet you and choso both knew he knew every inch of your body. every inch that makes you whine out his name. “gorgeous body. ‘s perfect ‘n all for me.”
“c-choso,” you’d moan, bringing his head close up to your neck. he sucks on your tender collarbone, he’s buried balls deep with you being sprawled out on your back. he’s gripping your thigh, caressing it before he starts to moan against your ear.
you’re nearly losing your mind at how good your warmth swallows him, gripping tight around him, it makes him dizzy. “fuck..”
“hey hey,” he mumbles, hovering over your body, his warm breath wafts against your neck, he’s so addicted to sucking softly on your skin, nibbling it playfully to drag out and elicit the sweetest sounds from your mouth.
“don’t talk baby, jus’ want you to feel me. got me so obsessed,” he goes on to say, and he grabs onto your hand. his hands were bigger than yours, a smooth surface of his palms yet as his fingers interlock with yours, you felt the coldness of the metal. the wedding ring he still wore after all this time brush against his ring finger. “woman, y’don’t know how crazy you drive me..”
choso’s heart pounds the more he stares into your eyes. and he’s always gentle with his rhythm, but with its own sprinkle of roughness.
“can never stay a-away from you,” he moans, rutting himself against you. you’re just tightening and squeezing down on him that his jaw clenches. “baby, ‘m gonna get milked by you again. i-i feel it.”
“kiss me.” you spit out, just yearning for his touch, for more of his taste. at this point, you could care less that the two of you were split. your trembling legs locked around his slim waist as he’s pumping in and out of you.
your body cutely jerks and jolts against him, your frame he always found out to be so adorable in comparison to him.
he huffs out a breath before furrowing his eyebrows, growing more needy himself. “open your mouth then.”
you do—parting your lips, and choso leans in to kiss you, sloppily. you wrap your arms around him, his soft darkened hair tickles against your forehead, it wasn’t in its usual ponytails. he had it down because after all, he’s always had a thing for you pulling on it.
he moans in your mouth. still jackhammering his hips against yours at full throttle, your legs twitch and rub against his bare back. choso’s so high from your lips, running his tongue, tracing it against yours before you whimper once you feel him reach a hand down towards your pussy to give it a squeeze. he pulls away before whispering against your lips. “tell me you still love me, baby.”
“i-i still love you.” you whined, feeling your orgasm about to reach itself. it was approaching heavily, and your head went back against the pillow. choso’s eyes glimmer at your words, tracing a thumb against your lips before sneaking a kiss onto your mouth.
choso starts panting. “all i wanted to hear,” his muscles flex from his constant friction he creates with his sharp hips. you’re so full, his dick was purely appetizing, all you could even think of was your ex-husband spilling a thick load inside of you like he always does.
it always comes out a lot, thick stringy ropes of cum. his favorite thing to do would be to pull out and let the remains splatter all over your tummy.
“i wanna make you a mommy again so bad,” he stammers out. hiding his head inside of your neck, he’s nibbling near your collarbone once more. his right hand rests on your tummy as he’s still pumping in and out of you, his own strength making him whimper out. “miss seeing your pretty tummy so plump ‘n round. gorgeous body.”
“do it then,” you whined, brushing your heel against his back. his eyes light up, he prepared himself to say something but he just moans instead. choso’s voice, you could listen to it all day, whether he was whimpering or just conversing conversation. “gimme another baby, choso.”
“i’ll give you twins,” he whispers, his voice was undeniably shaky. peppering your nose with kisses. his hips rock back and forth in such a sensual way you find your nails dragging down his back. “but first,” he pauses, stopping mid thrust to bring out your hand, kissing it once. his voice was so gentle, he moans from how tight you squeeze around him.
choso slides off his ring—squeezing it on yours and it was a perfect fit, he leans in to kiss you before letting off a moan. “marry me, again?”
vaporwave
dailybridgerton
tangentwithtanner
germansingergirl
romaincrisis
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
