Summary: Kuroko, the Mirror Fiend, appears calm and unreadable—elegant but unsettling. Once a human, her soul fractured in a pact with the Mirror Devil. Now a fiend in Special Division 4, she speaks in quiet, poetic riddles and rarely allows anyone close. She doesn’t lie, but rarely explains herself. Despite her haunting aura, she finds herself slowly drawn to the brash sincerity of Denji and the quiet yearning of Aki.
(Not my artwork and not my characters. Kuroko is an OC I made)
The room smelled faintly of antiseptic, damp towels, and burnt cheap ramen. Aki’s apartment was too small for three people with this much blood history. I sat on the edge of the mattress before we all settled in—half-listening as Denji complained about the broken bed again.
“Aki, can I please sleep with you?”
His voice clung to the air like static. I didn’t look up. I knew what Aki would say before he did.
“Fine. Just for tonight.”
He always relented when it mattered least. And this? This night? It would matter far more than any of us wanted to admit.
We laid down. Aki closest to the wall, already claiming sleep like a shield. I stayed in the middle, arms folded under the blanket, spine straight, unmoved. Denji was restless beside me. Breathing loud. Heart louder.He turned toward me. I didn’t need to see him. I could feel the tremble of thoughts in his breath.
“Hey,” he whispered. “You ever think… maybe we’re too messed up to feel normal things?”
A beautiful question. Broken in all the right places.
“I think… we feel them too sharply. That’s the real curse,” I murmured.
His breath hitched. I could tell he was looking at me now. Not just glancing—searching. Then, like it escaped without permission:
“I think I love you.”
The words made no noise in my chest. Not shock. Not joy. Just… recognition. Like a mirror showing something I’d known for years but never named. I turned my head to him. His eyes shimmered in the dark. Still a boy. Still a blade.
“Is that love, or are you just grateful I don’t flinch when you bleed?”
He looked away.
Then, softly: “Does it have to be one or the other?”
I let the silence stretch. I wanted to see if he could sit with it. He did. And so I moved. Just barely—my hand brushing the edge of his shirt, resting over the faint healing scar on his chest. My forehead met his, like glass against glass. Cool. Honest.
“I didn’t say I didn’t love you too,” I whispered.
“Only that I’m still deciding what that word means when it echoes.”
He didn’t move. I liked that. He waited. Held space “Stay very still,” I murmured. “Why?” he whispered back.
“I want to see if the reflection moves when I don’t.”
Aki shifted behind me. I felt the mattress dip, heard the soft hitch in his breath.
Still pretending to sleep. Still listening. Still aching.
We stayed like that—Denji and I—barely touching, barely breathing, suspended in something fragile and unspeakable. A truth half-seen in glass.
dom james potter x sub reader, where she purposely flirts with one of his friends during one of his quidditch matches(shes in the stands) to get a rise out of him, and becuaseeee hes distracted, gryffindore loses SEVERLY against slytherin and now our man is livid....so..reader gets pretty severly punished, bit obviously with aloootttt of aftercareee
Ifff you dont wanna write this thats okay love!🫶🏻
*cracks knuckles* we are so back also idk if this was rough enough but (i get nervous because sometimes people ask for rough stuff and then i make it rough and they’re like this needs warnings it’s dark!! and im like im sorry im trying)
cost the match | james potter
pairing: james potter x fem!reader
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), james is pretty mean, rough sex, use of “sir” and light dom/sub play, i did not proofread this
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You knew it was a dangerous game that you were playing, but you needed James, and you needed him bad.
It had been a while since he was rough with you, and you were deprived, to say the least. He had spent the last few weeks training for his Quidditch games, and you were attention starved.
As you watched your boyfriend whiz past the stands as he guided his broom toward the golden snitch, you couldn’t help yourself. You leaned over to Remus, one of James’s best friends.
“Hell of a match today,” you said.
Remus turned to you, almost to ensure that you were talking to him. “Yeah.”
“You’d look good in that red and yellow suit, if you played, you know.”
Remus blushed and continued to watch the match, refusing to acknowledge your flirtations. You looked up to James, who was still laser focused on the match.
You ran a hand over the collar of Remus’s button down shirt. He visibly shuddered, unsure how to react. You slowly moved your fingers under the collar, tracing his prominent collarbone.
“Y/N.”
“Remmy.”
Remus took a deep breath. “Why are you callin’ me pet names, huh?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw James fly by, and could have sworn that he stopped moving.
“You tryna make him jealous?” Remus asked.
“Maybe.”
Remus smiled. “Love, all you had to do was ask. Messing with James is my favorite passtime.”
You giggled at his admission. “You and me both,” you said, continuing to run your hands over his collarbone.
That’s when you checked in on James to see him halfway across the field, stagnant in midair, looking directly at you.
You quickly turned away, forcing yourself to refocus on Remus and really lay it on thick.
You leaned in closer to Remus, whispering “think it’s working already,” into his ear, earning a smile from Remus as he looked toward James.
“And the snitch is in play! Slytherin dives-“
The words over the speaker nearly escaped your attention as you continued to move yourself closer and closer to Remus, so close that your lips could brush together if he turned his head toward you.
You noticed Sirius fly over to James and visibly scold him for his lack of movement, but even after Sirius flew away, James’ focus was on you.
The score was heavily in favor of Slytherin, so much so that if James caught the snitch at that very moment, it would only narrowly be a win.
“And they’ve done it! Slytherin has caught the snitch!”
That was the only thing that diverted James’s attention from you as he looked around frantically, noticing that Gryffindor had not only lost, but lost severely.
You made your way down the stands and toward the locker room, hoping to check on James and the team. Before you could make yourself known, you overheard some chatter from the team.
“What the fuck happened man?”
“I’m sorry, okay?” That was James.
“We got fucking crushed out there, Prongs!”
“Bloody hell, you think I don’t know that? I fucked it up for us, I know!”
“What could have possibly been so distracting?” That was Sirius.
“Nothing, forget it.”
You could hear the venom in his tone. You were so in for it. Enough that you turned around and left, nervous to see him this soon after the match.
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“Wake the fuck up.”
James’s voice scared you out of sleep. Despite him speaking quietly, his tone was so low and gruff that your body knew to obey, even without consciousness, and even though it was extremely late.
You blinked your eyes awake as you turned your body over to look at him. “Jamie, wha-“
“Shut the fuck up,” he said, harshly clamping a hand over your mouth. “You cost us the fucking match today, you know that? You fucking slut, you into Remus now, hm? What’s the matter, had a lot to say to him, but nothing to say to me?”
The hand over your mouth restricted you from speaking. He was intentionally taunting you. You tried to move out of his grasp, but you knew it was hopeless.
“Stay fucking put,” he groaned, “I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re gonna tell me what possible fucking reason you have for eye fucking my best friend and ruining the match.”
James took his hand away from your mouth, and you knew better than to move.
“I just- I, I just-
“I just, I just,” Remus mocked you, giving you a light slap to the cheek, “spit it out.”
You knew that lying was hopeless. “I just wanted to get a rise out of you.”
A low groan came from the base of James’s throat. “You wanted to get a rise out of me, hm? Congratulations, darlin’, you got your fuckin’ way. You’re in a hell of a lot of trouble.”
James gripped your hips roughly and flipped your body effortlessly, your face slamming into the cushioning of the pillow. He pulled everything straight off of your hips, immediately exposing you.
He viciously shoved two fingers inside of your already wet cunt, causing you to gasp sharply at the sudden intrusion.
“Shut up,” he demanded, “don’t wanna wake the whole dorm now, do we?” He roughly slapped your ass as a punishment.
“That- that slap was probably louder than me.”
You were intentionally trying to work him up a little further, needing the angry and rough James that could so easily manhandle you like you weighed nothing.
“The fuck was that?” he said, roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, his other hand finding the back of your head and holding it flush against the pillow, “think you’re clever, do you?”
“A little.”
His fist curled around your hair and yanked your head backward. “Shut the fuck up. Now.”
“But-“
James added a third finger into your core. “NOW.”
You had him right where you wanted him. You immediately stopped being mouthy, your body caving from the pleasure of James’s fingers inside of you. You whined from the intensity, but James quickly covered your mouth with his hand.
He continued to fuck you roughly with his fingers, moving faster and faster to push you closer and closer to the edge. You writhed under his grip, but he was insanely strong. You couldn’t go anywhere without him allowing it, and you didn’t want to leave anyway. This is exactly what you wanted.
James felt your walls flutter around his fingers as he hit your sweet spot. “Aweh, you wanna come?”
You nodded your head as best as you could beneath his grip.
James saw your nonverbal plea. “Too fucking bad.”
He pulled his fingers out of you entirely and released your mouth from his grasp, removing his touch from you completely.
You laid still for a moment, attempting to catch your breath as you heard the zipper of James’s jeans behind you.
“Turn around and open up.”
You rolled over to see James’s already hard cock against his toned stomach. James cast a quick silencing spell around your bed. Just because you had to be quiet didn’t mean he did.
You reached for his shaft, but James stopped you.
“Uh uh uh, you know how I like you. Don’t play dumb with me.”
You blinked up at him, never breaking eye contact as you adjusted yourself onto all fours, your ass perched up and on display for James as you held yourself up on your knees and palms.
“Now open up and take it like the fucking whore you are.”
You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, allowing James to shove his entire length into your mouth at once. You moaned around him, but he didn’t care. You were being punished, which meant James didn’t have to care about your comfort, only his own pleasure. You loved it when James was rough with you and treated you like his own little plaything. You knew this was what was coming the moment you spoke to Remus.
James fisted your hair again behind your head, holding you in place as he thrust his hips back and forth, barely giving you any time to adjust to his size.
After a few moments, he removed his hand from your head. “Why the fuck am I doing all the work?” he scolded.
You immediately took over, bobbing your head in a steady pace and using one hand to pleasure the portion of his cock that you couldn’t take in your mouth.
But, the moment your hand touched him, James grabbed your wrist and yanked it away from his cock. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You pulled off of him with a pop. “I was just- I’m trying, I just-“
“Take me in your mouth like I fucking told you.”
You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter from his harsh words. You braced yourself on the edge of the mattress, slowly moving your head down his length until your nose hit his lower stomach.
“Fuck, I can feel myself in your throat,” he moaned.
You slowly moved back and forth, only a small bit at first, allowing yourself to adjust to the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. Once you had controlled your gag reflex, you began to move faster.
James threw his head back, his resolve weakening as he whimpered into the night air.
“That’s it,” he moaned, “make it up to me. Show me how sorry you are.”
That egged you on even further, causing you to swirl your tongue around James’s tip each time you pulled back.
“Fuck, get up before I come. I’m not done with you,” James said.
You pulled back and sat back on your knees, waiting for James to move you or instruct you further.
He stepped forward until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He leaned over you, grabbing your jaw as he whispered, “this what you wanted? Hm? You want me to fucking punish you?”
“Please, Jamie,” you begged.
He ran a hand down your body to reach your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles. “Please who?”
You forgot what James liked to be called. “Please sir.”
“Good,” he said, “too bad you were such a bad girl today that it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“I’m sorry Jamie- sir- please, I won’t do it again-“
“You won’t, huh? And I’m just supposed to believe you?” James said, grabbing your shoulders and slowly turning you around until you were on your knees facing the wall. He pressed on your back, and you fell forward, your ass perched upward.
James gave his cock a few soft strokes before, without warning, sliding his entire length into you.
You whined, and James continued to taunt you. “Didn’t I ask you a question?”
He began to snap his hips forward, angling his cock as deep into you as he possibly could, his thrusts still restrained.
“I won’t do it again, I promise- just needed you- needed you bad,” you whined.
“So you acted like a filthy fucking slut with Remus? You cost us the fucking match?” James said, his anger creeping back up as his thrusts grew rougher, his hands gripping your hips so harshly that it was sure to leave a mark.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you pleaded in tandem with his thrusts.
James gripped your hair and yanked your head back, snapping his hips harder and harder as he used his cock to punish you.
“So fucking desperate,” James scolded.
“Fuck, I can’t- I’m gonna-“
“Don’t you dare come,” James warned.
“But-“
James slapped your ass hard. “You talkin’ back to me?”
“No- no- I-“
Slap.
“Don’t fucking come,” he warned again.
Slap.
Feeling you squeeze him, James intentionally fucked into you harder, trying to bring you to the edge just to restrict you from reaching over it.
“Jamie, please, please-“
Slap.
“Shut the fuck up.”
James took the hand wrapped in your hair and covered your mouth, pulling your back flush against his chest. Your head tilted backward and rested on his shoulder as he kept you quiet, bouncing your hips up and down on himself.
“You think you deserve to come?” he said, voice strained in pleasure.
You tried to nod your head yes, but it was nearly impossible to move. James grunted in your ear as he approached his own high.
“You don’t come until I do, okay?” he said.
You moaned underneath his hand to vocalize that you understood as James used you to get himself off, moving your hips up and down like you were a human fleshlight.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, beginning to snap his hips as fast as he possibly could.
“Take it, good girl, gonna split you fuckin’ open,” James moaned into your ear.
James came with a few more harsh thrusts, the feeling of his seed hitting deep within your cervix. He moved slower and slower as he came down from his high, still thrusting to keep up the sex.
“Jamie, please,” you cried, tears streaming down your face as his thrusts became slow and torturous, “please, sir, I need to come, please.”
“Come on my cock, that’s it, atta girl,” James said. You immediately came the moment you were given permission. Your walls fluttered violently around James’s cock as he held you in place against him.
“I’m so sorry, Jamie, it won’t happen again, just needed you,” you said, barely audibly as you were breathing heavy and exhausted.
James pulled you off of his cock and laid you down on the bed. “I know, angel,” he said, his voice now soft and comforting.
“I just- I just-“
“Sh, baby relax,” James said, reaching into your nightstand for one of your aftercare cloths. With a quiet “aguamenti,” James wet the cloth and gently spread your thighs apart, slowly beginning to clean up the stickiness between your legs.
Your legs shook violently as he ran the cloth between your folds, unintentionally overstimulating you.
“Sh, baby, take it easy, I got you,” he comforted.
He found a clean pair of underwear for you, slipping them up your legs until your modesty was covered. He joined you in laying down, shimmying under the sheets and pulling them upward for you to do the same.
“C’mere,” James said, stretching out an arm and prompting you to cuddle into him.
You rested your head on his chest, and he rubbed soothing circles onto your back.
“Are you mad?” you asked, your voice tired and small.
“No, baby, not anymore,” he said, “wish we won that match, though.”
“I didn’t mean to make you lose the match,” you said.
“I know, I know,” he said, moving his hand to stroke your hair, “it’s okay.”
Tengen needs your help in trying to locate his wives on a mission, and Sanemi is furious.
Get me a man who’s only soft for us, stat😫😭
Pairing: Shinazugawa Sanemi x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, established relationship, reader is a fellow hashira, jealous Sanemi (for literally no reason), possessiveness, rough sex, slight degradation, fingering, multiple orgasms, breeding, creampie.
Word Count: 4.2k.
All Sanemi could see was red, fiery red as he roamed the halls of the Butterfly Mansion, ignoring the pain in his right arm from the wound Aoi had just patched up moments earlier.
“Shinobu will kill you if she finds you drawing your sword in here!” Aoi called after him, but Sanemi could care less as his eyes sought out the Sound Pillar.
He had just returned from a three-week-long mission to find out that Uzui had enlisted you for help on one of his missions. Practically offering you up as bait to try and find his wives who had gone missing, like that was even your problem. And Sanemi knew you were always so eager and willing to help, it was something he loved and loathed about you at the same time.
The rage continued building inside him as he pulled open another sliding door aggressively, the wood gliding back from the force as he skimmed another empty room before continuing further through the mansion.
“Listen to me, Shinazugawa.” Aoi huffed, followed after him as one of the only people inside the mansion who weren’t scared of the white-haired man, “I told you Shinobu won’t be pleased to find out you’re breaking all her doors.”
“Fuck her,” Sanemi rolled his eyes, “Where’s Uzui?”
“If you would’ve actually stopped for five minutes to let me explain, instead of being such a jerk,” Aoi crossed her arms over her chest with a huff, “He left with her a few hours ago. Said it couldn’t wait much longer, that his wives may be in danger—”
“How the fuck is that her problem?” Sanemi growled, “So he isn't here?”
“No, but I would advise you don't follow him. Your wounds—”
Sanemi ignored Aoi, already halfway down the hall as he marched towards the entrance, determined to find you on his own. It was when he stepped into the courtyard that he saw Uzui coming in by the front gate with a wide smile on his face.
“Ah, my crow told me you were back!” Uzui made to step towards him to finish the conversation, but Sanemi’s sword was already drawn as he stepped towards the larger man, “Perfect timing, my friend!”
“You fucking left her there?” Sanemi barked, “Why are you back here?”
“I came to get you at the request of your lady love,” Uzui grinned as Sanemi curled his lip in irritation at the pet name, “She made me promise to tell you as soon as you got back from your mission because she wouldn’t be around. And I thought you'd prefer a personal greeting.”
“Why the fuck are you sending her on your missions anyway,” Sanemi continued, ignoring Uzui's grin, “And leaving her there!”
“It hasn’t even been twelve hours,” Uzui shrugged, standing in place even as Sanemi stepped towards him.
“That’s already twelve hours too damn long, you prick.” Sanemi drew his sword as he made to lunge towards his fellow hashira.
“She’s probably safer there than she’d ever be out in the field,” Uzui dodged a blow with the hilt of his sword, the guard barely protecting his hands as he used his body weight to push the Wind Pillar back.
“Probably?” Sanemi roared, “She’s probably got sick fucks like you all over her right now.”
“Oh,” Uzui’s lips curled into a cocky smirk at the admission, standing upright as he pushed some fallen hair away from his eyes, “So that’s it— you’re jealous.”
“I ain’t jealous, you fuckwad.” Sanemi grunted as he attempted another slash towards Uzui, knowing it was serious when the wind user hadn’t even bothered to use his power.
“Sure seems like it,” Uzui scoffed, taking another step back to avoid his attack, “Nothing is stopping you from visiting her, you know. She’s only a few towns across and I'm here to take you right to her.”
“Oh, you’re taking me to her,” Sanemi spat, “Right fucking now.”
“Someone is asking for me?” You raised a brow suspiciously at the implication. Wondering if this meant the demons had realised that you were in fact a slayer intent on taking their head. Your stomach swirled in trepidation as you tried not to show any fear, smiling at the young girl by the door as you bowed your head.
“Yeah, and frankly I’m glad,” She clung to the belt of her kimono, “He looks scary!”
“I definitely don’t want to spend the night with him,” Another girl grimaced, “I don’t think I’d make it out alive.”
You frowned, worried that you wouldn’t have time to access your katana to holster it beneath your kimono. Instead, all you had was the small dagger strapped against your thigh, which you were certain wouldn’t be enough to protect you from the attack of a demon. But at least it was better than nothing, knowing he wouldn’t attack until you were at least secure back inside this room as you bowed your head. Following her down the stairs to the entrance of the establishment, feeling a cool breeze tickle your ankles from the open door and curtain flowing in the wind.
Your heart stilled when you noticed the familiar man standing by the entrance, glaring at anyone who dared look his way as you felt your chest swell with familiarity. You hadn’t expected to see him here this night, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to be asking after you.
“Is this the girl you were asking after, my Lord?”
“Yes,” He grunted as the Madame motioned him to step forward and follow you back to your room.
You had to stop yourself jumping him in the foyer, wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and cling to his broad shoulders.
Feeling the heat practically radiating from his body as you slid open the sliding door to your room, stepping to the side to allow Sanemi to follow before sliding it shut. And in an instant, his rough hands were grabbing hold of the fat at your hips to pull your body against his, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss.
Your hands reached up to thread through his messy hair as the scent of the woods mixed with his natural sweat invaded your senses. He clearly hadn’t bothered to bathe when he returned from his mission, far more concerned with finding you.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He spoke against your lips when you finally pulled away for air, still holding onto you as your nails dragged against his scalp, “I had to come home to find out you’re helping Uzui?”
“Tengen needed my help,” You murmured, and Sanemi’s nose scrunched in irritation at the use of the Sound Pillars' first name.
“Tengen,” He mocked the pitch of your voice, “Has three fucking wives that can help him, I only have one.”
“Technically,” You parroted his tone, giving him a cocky smirk as you felt his fingers press into the skin at your hips, “I’m not even your wife.”
“You’re as good as,” Sanemi scoffed as he stole another kiss, “And Uzui would do well to remember it.”
“His wives are missing,” You mumbled sadly.
“So does that mean he’s looking for a fourth?” Sanemi frowned at you as you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at his jealousy.
“No,” You lowered your voice to a whisper, “He hasn’t heard from them for a few days, the letters have stopped coming— and he thinks something bad may have happened to them.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sanemi couldn’t lie that it had hurt to find out from someone else that you wouldn’t be there upon his return, whether it was jealousy or the fear of losing you he was unsure. But either way, it left him with that familiar sense of dread that pooled in the pit of his stomach and threatened to boil over.
“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much time,” You did wish you’d sent your crow to warn him, but Uzui had promised you that he would let Sanemi know. Especially since you were doing this for the sake of his wives, “He needed my help, so I offered.”
“You’re far too nice.” Sanemi shook his head, using his grip on your hips to pull you into another sultry kiss.
“I thought that’s why you loved me.” You teased.
“No,” Sanemi scoffed, “I love you for your perfect ass,” He spanked your cheek for emphasis, “Everything else is either a bonus or a crux on my life.”
“You pig.” You scrunched your nose as Sanemi couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss.
“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Sanemi’s eyes softened as he reached up to cup your face in a calloused palm. His thumb stroking gentle circles against your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “But you really should stop putting yourself in harm's way.”
“I’m a hashira,” You replied simply, “It’s what we do to protect others.”
“Protecting others doesn’t mean becoming a whore.” He spat, although you knew there was no malice there. The harsh tone covered up the fear and dread he felt in your gut at the prospect of something happening to you.
“And yet here you are, at the whorehouse requesting me by name.” You smiled back, relishing in the pink hue that dusted his pale cheeks.
“I just don’t want to lose you,” His tone sobered, resting his forehead against your own as he stared down into your eyes, “What a pitiful existence it would be.”
“You won’t lose me, Sanemi.” You wrapped your arms around his waist to pull his body against you, feeling his semi-hard cock press against your hip. The time without you made even more conspicuous when he's now surrounded by the comforting scent of you again.
“Did anyone touch you?” He immediately pulled back, concern evident in his features as he looked you over.
“No, I’ve been fine,” You shook your head, “They’ve mainly had me sitting down for tea with travellers passing through.”
“Good,” He pressed a kiss against your forehead in relief as he exhaled softly, “You have no idea how much I missed you, sweet girl.”
He peppered kisses along the curve of your jaw as you tilted your head back to give him more room. Your hands smoothed along his collarbones before dipping lower to trace patterns against the marred skin that scarred his chest, pressing your fingers into the ridges as you felt the tacky sweat clinging to his skin.
“I missed you too,” You whimpered gently as his teeth found your pulse point, biting down on the sensitive skin as his tongue lashed against it.
Sanemi bullied his muscular thigh between your parted legs to keep you steady against the wall as he shamelessly fiddled with the belt of your kimono. Letting the fabric fall open as he drank in the sight of your bare skin beneath, his firm hands immediately paw at your bare sides. Noticing the small dagger that you had holstered against one of your thighs as he ran his fingers over the handle of it in satisfaction.
“That’s my girl.” He murmurs, “Not planning to use that on me are you?”
He teased, pushing it back into the holster as he moved his hands back up the curve of your hips towards your chest. Truth be told, he was relieved that you had some form of protection in here. Especially when there was the chance that a demon was responsible for the spate of missing persons in the area.
“It depends if you’re nice to me or not,” You mused.
“I’m always nice.” The words coming from Sanemi’s lips alone were enough to have a melodic laugh rumbling in your chest, as for most, Sanemi and nice were complete contradictions.
“Liar,” Throwing your head back in a pretty laugh that had Sanemi’s heart rattling against his rib cage.
“I mean, I’m always nice to you, aren’t I?” Sanemi’s thumbs stroked the underside of your breasts as he delighted in the way your body responded to him, curving your back towards him as your bare cunt pressed against the flat of his thigh.
“We shouldn’t,” You murmured, “Not here—”
“Let me have this, sweetheart,” He hummed, leaning down to capture one of your pebbled nipples between his lips as he sucked hard, “I am a paying customer, after all.”
In fact, he was going to get that money from Uzui for his pure subordination.
“Why pay for something you can get for free at home?” You teased as he afforded your other breast the same attention, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as you let out another airy moan.
“My girl wasn’t there when I arrived home, and I had heard the girls here were beautiful,” He played along, “Apparently there’s one with the best fuckin’ pussy.”
“Oh yeah?” You gasped as you felt his fingers press against the indents of your thighs, dangerously close to your labia as you bucked against his leg. Giving your clit some slight relief as Sanemi continued forward, his thumb brushing through the wet slick that coated your folds as it drooled out of your neglected hole.
“Yeah,” He repeated, pulling away from your breast with a pop as he found your clit. Pressing sloppy circles against it with the calloused pad of his thumb as he watched you shamelessly grind yourself into his touch, “Apparently she’s already fucked into the shape of another guy though.”
“Must be a lucky guy,” Your eyes rolled back, knocking your head against the wall when you felt two of his thick digits slip inside your tight hole with ease. Scissoring them to loosen you up as he pulled back to watch you inquisitively through half-lidded eyes.
“The fuckin’ luckiest.” Sanemi grinned as he felt your walls throb around his fingers. He deliberately curled them towards the spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars as he began to focus each roll of his wrist against it.
His name continued to spill from your lips as he kept his movements poised and focused, his rough thumb kneading circles against your clit as he worked you towards your release. No one knew your body better than he did, and he knew after being pent up for so long how little effort it would take to have you dangling on the edge of your release.
“Fuck, Sanemi.” You moaned, already feeling yourself dangerously close to falling, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Then cum.” He spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, and his blase tone immediately had your cunt clenching around him as you swan dived directly into your bliss. The pleasure surged through your body hard and fast as you came undone, his darkened eyes focused on your movements a he kept his fingers pressed against that same velvety spot. Following the wave of your hips as you rode out your release, unrelenting against the sensitive area as he already had you hurtling towards a second.
It was too much, and not enough at the same time. Your pliant walls throbbed around his slick digits as you wished for something more, something bigger.
“‘Nemi, fuck me please.” You whined pitifully.
“Such a filthy mouth on such a pretty girl,” He teased, but he pulled his fingers away from your sopping heat, lifting them up to the light to spread them as you noticed the silvery webs of your release clinging to them as he pushed them between your lips to taste yourself.
You tried to speak, but the pads of his fingers against your tongue muffled the words as you cleaned them off. His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled them out of your mouth, dragging your glossy bottom lip down in the process as both hands immediately reached for his belt.
“When we get home I am fucking you like you deserve.” Sanemi spoke coolly, “Not some quick fuck in a whorehouse.”
“I deserve everything you give me, 'Nemi.” You smile up at him lazily before watching him tug his pants down, revealing his fat cock to your prying gaze.
You immediately reached for it, and he let you. Hissing when your smaller palm wrapped around the girth of him, giving him a teasing jerk that had his nostrils flaring and his jaw locking. Your thumb swipes over the swollen tip to gather the pearl of pre before smoothing it down his length, delighting in the choked grunt that rumbled at the back of his throat.
“Is that so?” He continued, “So bending you over the moment I get you home will be deserved,” His voice darkened, his own palm joining yours against his length as he tightened your grip on his cock, holding your hand steady as he fucked himself into your fist, “You tease.”
“Fuck,” Your cunt throbbed around nothing at his suggestion, as you instinctively spread your legs further apart, “Please, 'Nemi.”
Sanemi curled a palm beneath your thigh to hoist it up against his hip, spreading you open for him as you guided the leaky tip of his cock between you. Stroking it against your drenched folds as you coated him with your essence, moaning when the swollen tip nudged your puffy clit. Feeling yourself growing more impatient as Sanemi pulled his hips back to tease you, pushing your hand away from his cock as he wrapped himself in a fist. Pressing the head against your tight entrance as he felt your hole tremble against him, trying desperately to coax him in as he indulged himself with your reaction.
“‘Nemi, don’t be an asshole,” You pouted as you tried to can’t your hips forward, feeling the tip breach your entrance before he was quick to move his hips back. More than content with teasing you, despite being in such an open, compromising place.
“If I were an asshole I’d leave you unsatisfied like this to search for the demon myself,” He goaded, pressing his hips forward once more.
“Sanemi,” You whined in irritation, “Don’t tease me, please, it’s been too long.”
He didn’t give you a moment to think before he was bullying his cock inside your tight cunt. Your inner walls stretched to accommodate his girth as he moulded you to the shape of him once more, reminding you of exactly who you belonged to. The sensation stole the air from your lungs as you could do little but cling to his broad shoulders as he afforded you a moment to adjust to his size, dragging himself from your velvety walls before canting his hips forward again. Setting a languid motion as he slowly rolled his hips against you.
“Sanemi,” You sighed in satisfaction as you felt whole once more. Too many lonely nights were spent dreaming of this as you felt him finally bottom out, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your clit as you bit down on your bottom lip.
“We’re in a whorehouse,” He mused, still sluggishly rolling his hips into you, “It only seems right that I treat you like one.”
Your cunt clenched around his cock hard at the notion, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Sanemi who grinned in satisfaction. His fingers tighten their grip around your thigh as he takes this as his answer.
Sanemi is brutal as he fucks into you, not sparing you a moment's peace as he uses you for his own gratification. The sound of skin against skin echos the small room as his balls slap against the curve of your ass with each forward cant of his hips. The ferocity of his thrusts has your breasts bouncing and your thighs crying out for some relief as you struggle to stand upright, thankful that Sanemi’s strong body has you pinned against the wall as he fucks into you.
“Oh my god,” You cry out, nails digging into his skin as he maintains his pace. His other hand squeezes at the fat of your ass as he angles his hips, the curve of his cock drags against the spot inside you that he knows will have you seeing stars as the blunt tip kneads your cervix.
“Look at me.” Sanemi growls, his warm breath fanning your face as he keeps a consistent pace.
Your eyes meet his and you’re certain you’ll cum under the intensity of his gaze alone, your cunt clenches in retaliation as he continues to thrust into your sopping hole. Each sultry moan he pulls from deep in your chest has him rolling his hips with more vigour, eager to have you repeat them as he works you towards your climax.
It’s pitiful really, how easily he has you submitting to him as you already feel the telltale signs of your climax ebbing in your pelvis. The pressure builds up as it nears breaking point as Sanemi pushes into you with more ferocity, using your body for his own means as he works himself to his own release.
“I’m going to leave you pumped full of my seed,” He growls against your cheek, his chest heaving as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Leave it drooling down your thighs when I’m finished with you. So that everyone knows who you belong to—”
You knew this was a direct attack on Uzui, and the fact that he’d handpicked you for his assistance on this mission. Even though there was nothing in it beyond securing the safety of his wives, it had Sanemi oozing with jealousy and he was intent on reminding the Sound Pillar that you were not his plaything.
“Do you also need a reminder of who you belong to, sweetheart?” Sanemi spoke lowly as he fucked into your pliant walls, slipping a hand between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles to your clit.
“No, ‘Nemi—” That familiar sensation throbbed between your thighs as you teetered on the cusp of your climax.
“No? Then who do you belong to?”
“You, ‘Nemi. You—” You choked out, leaving messy red lines against his chest now as he pressed harder against your clit.
“Louder.”
“You, ‘Nemi! It’s always been you!” You cry out, certain that the rest of the floor could hear you as you began to gush around his cock. Your hips bucked wildly as he pinned you in place, keeping his thumb firm against your clit as he watched you ride out your climax. Indulging in the debauched noises that escaped from between your pretty, bruised lips.
“Good girl,” He snarled before moving his hand from your clit to resume a damn near savage pace. Rutting hips against your own messily, working himself towards his own end as he felt the way your walls continued clenching around him in the aftershocks of your climax, “Such a good girl for me.”
He arched his back so he could look down at where your bodies were connected, watching the way his thick cock disappeared inside your velvety walls. And the creamy ring of slick that you’d left around the base of him, the silvery lines matting into his pubes as he felt his balls begin to seize. Certain he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before giving a few more sloppy thrusts and emptying his balls into your warm, wet cunt.
Sanemi stayed buried inside you, feeling the last spurts of his orgasm surge through him as he coated your walls in thick, white spunk. Cherishing the final few flutters of your walls around him as you both came down from your highs, peppering kisses against your face as you placed a palm against his chest to feel his racing heart, the dull thump of it soothing you as you felt your thick lashes begin to flutter.
“Don’t fall asleep, sweetheart.” Sanemi rasped, starting to pull himself out of your spent cunt as you whined in objection. Trying to tighten your thigh around him to keep his hips in position as he grinned down at you; pressing an apologetic kiss to the side of your lips before looking down to see the mess of your combined release stringing against his length as the silvery lines split apart, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta.”
You knew he had to go, Uzui was probably still waiting for him on a rooftop somewhere. Hopeful that you’d have some news to share with Sanemi about the whereabouts of his wives, but you felt the regret begin to pool in the pit of your stomach as reality settled back in.
“If you want to leave with me, I’ll take you right now,” He said as though it was the most simple thing in the world, “But if you want to stay in I’ll be watching.”
You didn’t have to tell him your answer, he already knew. Placing a final, lingering kiss on your lips as he held you in his arms, “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as I’m around.”
Warnings: Sex, Dirty Smut, MDNI, NSFW, strictly 18+. Group sex . Modern AU. Nearly 5k words Smut. Orgy. Rough oral.
Summary: Sanemi, your husband Kyojuro, and you enjoy dinner with Tengen and his wives at their place. The party ends with...sex. Essentially a pure smut. Enjoy!
Part 2: After Party out now
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As Kyoujuro’s wife, you spent a lot of time with his co-workers. They all worked at a small, tight-knit firm that the three men founded together. Kyoujuro was friends with Tengen and Sanemi long before the two of you met, and they were the first people, even before his parents, that he introduced you to. And they were a lovely bunch. The flamboyant Tengen with his three gorgeous wives and the slightly on-edge Sanemi – a forever bachelor - the guy had much luck with women and yet did not seem to want to settle for anyone.
It was Saturday night and Tengen had you all over for one of his lavish dinners. His wives, Makio, Hinatsuru and Suma were the most gracious of hosts, preparing stunning meals and creating a lovely atmosphere with their bubbly personalities. The house was a modern villa, with a large and stylishly decorated living and dining space all wrapped around a Japanese-inspired closed-in courtyard that housed a garden and an onsen. You all usually stayed late into the night, chatting away, watching movies, and drinking.
The atmosphere tonight was just as friendly, however, something seemed to be on Tengen’s mind all night. He kept on giving you quick glances all through the dinner and lowering his gaze every time you caught him doing it.
After dinner, everyone made themselves comfortable in the large lounge, the girls snuggled up to Tengen, but he kept on looking at you, his gaze baring mischief. Kyoujuro, as always, was a bit too tipsy to even notice what Tengen was doing, he did not drink on a normal basis, so every time he did, he could not really handle it. He leaned his head on your shoulder and said out into the room,
‘Maybe we should go home now y/n, and leave our lovely hosts to enjoy the evening.’
‘Well, Kyo, good that you speak up, I was just about to suggest that you all stay here with us tonight’
The gorgeous white-haired man suddenly said, all the time looking you in the eyes, his movie-star smile was as wide as it got.
‘It is fine. Thanks for the offer, but we can take a taxi home, no need to have us mess up your guest room’ Kyojuro replied.
Tengen threw his head back and laughed.
‘Oh, no, my dear Kyo. Innocent as always.’ He smirked. ‘What I meant is, that you join us for our nightly activities this evening.’
He looked you in the eye again, as in anticipation, and then confronted you with zero shame.
‘What do you say, y/n. Would you mind sharing your husband with my girls?’
You looked at your husband and he was simply too stunned to even react. Before you could answer Tengen, he nodded toward Sanemi
‘How about you? Care for some fun?’
Sanemi smirked ‘You know I am always up for a good fuck.’
Tengen looked back at you and Kyojuro.
‘So, how about you guys?’ question directed more at you than Kyo.
You looked at Kyo whose cheeks were now red as a beet.
‘What do you think?’ you asked him
‘It is up to you, I guess’ he nearly stammered.
You looked back at Tengen and something very basic was waking up in you. His normally charming gaze was also turning darker and you now knew nothing better than to succumb to your baser instincts.
‘I am up for it. Yes, for sure.’
You looked at Kyo, who was staring at you in shock.
‘Baby, you will have fun. You will see. Besides, it would be rude to disappoint our gracious hosts.’ You smiled innocently at him, while your thoughts were anything but.
Tengen stretched out his arm to you and spoke
‘Come here then.’
When you walked up to him, he stood up and said to his wives:
‘Ok, you three have fun with the boys, I want this one to myself first’ With that he grabbed you by the hand and started to lead you away to their bedroom.
In the meantime, Sanemi shamelessly waved in Makio and Hinatsuru to come to him and soon enough the trio was getting on with clothes being ripped off and moans starting to fill the space. Kyoujuro was still seated in the same spot, but now with a visible erection growing in his pants. Suma walked over to him and knelt between his legs.
‘Do not be shy. I will help you relax’ she giggled massaging his clothed dick and making him moan quietly.
You were now being led through the spacious house to Tengen’s bedroom. His large hand holding yours softly and a sweet smile graced his handsome face. Your anticipation was growing with every step, your pussy slowly tightening and wetness forming between your legs. You always admired Tengen’s looks and physique, but honestly always dismissed any dirtier thoughts from lingering for longer than a flash of a second. But now, you were granted the possibility to finally explore and revisit all that you always pushed aside. At last, you reached the bedroom. It was big by normal standards, but not as large as you would imagine, most of it taken up by a huge bed. There were multiple doors leading to what you could make out as two ensuite bathrooms and nothing less but four separate walk-in closets. Walls were adorned with artwork and there was a large tv on the opposite wall. The room smelled of jasmine and other floral notes you did not quite recognise.
Tengen was standing behind you with his hands placed on your shoulders. He pressed himself tightly into your back and leaned down to kiss your neck. His large, muscular body was cradling you perfectly and he had to lean down far to reach your neck due to the considerable size difference between the two of you. You could feel his hard dick pressing into your waist and you started grinding yourself back on him. It felt huge, the hardness against your soft backside making you want to rip his clothes off and fuck him straight away.
His hands were now moving down your neck to your breasts. The feel of his large, warm hands on your exposed neckline was making you so freaking hot. Soon enough he was massaging your breasts with both hands, not being fully satisfied with touching you through your clothes, he reached down into your lowcut top and into your bra, playing gently with your nipples. You were eliciting some very lascivious moans as he took out your boobs from the bra and out of your top. He was tracing your neck and sides of your cheeks with his lips all the while you were bucking your back into his hard-on. He started to remove your top, with skillful hands unclipped your bra and tossed it to the side, and finally slid down your skirt and panties. All you were left wearing were your lace top stay-ups and high-heeled stiletto shoes.
Slowly, he started pushing you lightly, making you move toward the bed. He pushed far enough that you were now leaning over the edge of it supported by your stretched-out arms. He spread your legs wide and went down on his knees behind you spreading your ass cheeks and licking up a quick line along your wet folds. He kept on licking you between your legs with the flat of his tongue, but he needed better access to work more meticulously.
So now, he gently helped you switch positions and you were soon lying flat on your back with legs spread wide for him. He removed his shirt and you gasped at the sight of his naked torso. He grinned widely
‘You like what you see?’
He was very aware of what his looks did to women and found it amusing at times, but without being cocky about it. His fingers were spreading your labia and he focused on rubbing on one side while licking your clit area with slow and light movements of his wet muscle. A finger was drawing circles around the opening of your cunt with him increasing the pressure on the inside of your labia. You were experiencing so much pleasure now, all you could do was close your eyes and moan like a whore.
He kept his movements on you steady and firm, not moving from any spot until your moans were not as loud anymore, skillfully seeking out the next more sensitive spot by listening to your vocal response and the movement of your hips. He was essentially doing what you used to when you masturbated. His pussy eating skills were unmatched. As he felt your arousal intensify, your pussy clenching and spasming more and more he was now narrowing down his movements closer and closer to your clitoris, slowly sending you into overdrive. He was not cruel, however, and feeling you were about to edge, he now applied extra pressure on your clit and worked until you could no longer control yourself, the sensation of needing to pee quickly turning into an avalanche of ecstasy. You squirted all over him and kept on moaning even as you were descending from your high.
He climbed onto the bed next to you and started kissing you, making you taste your own juices.
‘You taste so good, y/n, I cannot get enough of you.’
Your hands were already fumbling with his zipper and soon you were sliding his pants and boxers off. When his dick was exposed, you stopped your action and grabbed hold of it, him doing the rest of the undressing. You were completely mesmerised by its size. Sure, Kyo was not small and you had your fair share of cock before him, but this? This was on another level. Tengen was nearly two meters tall and not directly lanky, with a strong muscular build so his size would most likely be reflected in his dick, but this was more than you ever thought was possible. Nine inches maybe? You swallowed and started slowly to lick him up his shaft, making him sigh in pleasure.
You were licking him and stroking with your hands for a while, lapping up the precum that steadily leaked out of his tip. Opening your mouth wide you started to sink yourself over his dick while pumping the rest of the huge shaft with one hand. He was rubbing you between your folds again, creating new wetness that was now running down your thighs. Come over here ‘he whispered and guided you to sit down on his face.’ You were in a full sixty-nine now. One of your favourite positions.
With a firm grip on your hips, he pulled you down so that you were fully seated on his mouth and started snaking his tongue into you. At the same time, you were now enthusiastically sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing and small gagging sounds coming out of your mouth every time you sank down on his length. He was gentle with your blow job, not bucking his hips nor pushing down your head. He was aware of his size and had enough control and experience to immerse himself in you doing the work for him instead.
His tongue was working relentlessly on your clit, with you bucking your hips back and forth to create more friction. You were edging now, but too focused on giving him pleasure to have your own release again. He must have felt you clench and get wetter as that went straight to his dick, you feeling it twitch, stiffen and a few more sucks later he came into your mouth, filling you up. You swallowed eagerly, the pleasant salty taste of him tantalising your senses. While you were licking him dry, he intensified his pressure on your crotch and you came again. Not a huge orgasm this time, but good enough to make you scream out briefly.
Now you lay next to each other, enjoying the lingering sensation of contentment and the warmth of still pulsing, blood-filled and swollen genitals. His hand was tracing lightly on your folds, smearing all the cum that leaked out of you.
You were now curious about what was going on in the living room… You lifted your head up a little and was listening to the distant sounds of pleasure. Tengen smirked and picked up a remote control. After a moment of fumbling the tv turned on and what came up on the screen was a bird’s eye view of Tengen’s living room.
‘You have cameras in there??’ you asked.
‘Yes, they are security cameras, but I just realised they could come to good use’ he said with a broad grin.
What was happening on the screen was a full-blown orgy.
Sanemi had Makio and Hinatsuru working on his cock, with Hinatsuru sucking his balls and Makio bobbing her head up and down with Sanemi pressing her head down in an unkind manner. His head was thrown back on the headrest and his teeth were gritted in pleasure.
All the while Kyoujuro was frenetically thrusting his hips and cock into Sumas backside who was moaning loud enough to wake up the neighbourhood.
You were staring at the screen with your pussy gradually getting wetter (if that was even possible from how soaked you already were). You were interrupted by Tengen, who was positioned between your legs with the large cock erect once again. Your look must have unveiled your worries as he said in a soft voice
‘It will fit. I promise. You are so wet anyway’. He smiled.
With that, he parted your pussy with his fingers and positioned his tip at the opening, pushing in slowly. The feeling of a cock this size filling you up was making you absolutely wild with arousal. You were moaning for every inch he was gaining on you. His actions were pure perfection, he really had an intimate knowledge of the female body. He could not bottom out yet, his cock simply too huge and your pussy clenching ferociously. But that did not bother him much. You would eventually open more.
He now started gently pumping his dick into you while watching the footage from the living room. He tilted your chin and turned your head toward him and with a delicate stroke to your cheek, he said in a soft but slightly condescending tone.
‘Do you like what you see?’ It was almost a whisper. ‘You are a very dirty girl, aren’t you?’
‘How about we give my girls a break and I call the boys in here for you? I think you might enjoy that…. I do not think you are satiated yet; I can see it in your eyes.’
You swallowed. You knew so well what he had in mind and the thought of all three males giving you this kind of attention made your body basically limp with arousal.
You kept on watching until everyone in the living room climaxed. Tengen pulled out of you, got up and disappeared into the living room. When he appeared on the screen you could hear him tell his wives to relax and put champagne on cooling. He needed the three men in the bedroom with you and him and you all would be a while, but you all would join the ladies in the hot tub for a relaxing soak and champagne afterward. The girls giggled and walked out of the living room.
The screen went empty and a moment later the three men appeared in the bedroom. Kyo with a heavy blush covering his face, the confident Sanemi with a smug smirk and finally Tengen with a peaceful expression in his smiling pink eyes.
‘Well, well, well. Aren’t you a horny one. Sure you wanna take all three of us at once?’
Sanemi blurted out in his usual cocky manner.
‘Did you know she was like this?’ he asked turning to Kyoujuro.
Kyoujuro’s normally gentle eyes started to narrow and you could see he was on the verge of saying something he would regret. Luckily, the tactically minded Tengen, being the older one here, took reign of the situation and said
‘Hey guys, let’s not bicker, we are all consenting adults here. I think we should get to it before your nagging puts y/n off’
he looked at you and when he was sure they could not see his eyes, he rolled his eyes in a conspiratory gesture toward you, something that made you smile through pressed lips and nod your head to him lightly. You were getting very used to his charming demeanour.
‘Ok, ok. We can get started. Btw, are you ok with taking it up your ass y/n? No offence, but there are three of us here’
Sanemi noted, but got quickly interrupted by Tengen
‘Nemi, seriously, It is up to y/n, however, she has not prepped herself. So no, I can answer on her behalf that that is off-limits tonight. Y/n, do you agree?’
‘Yes, totally.’
Sanemi sighed deeply, almost as if in disappointment. So, he was into anal, hey? You learned something new tonight.
Sanemi was the first to walk up to you, his erect heavy cock bobbing with every step. He knelt down beside you and started massaging your breasts and enclosed his lips on one of your nipples. You started moaning, his massage of your boobs getting more intense and his tongue flicking your nipple faster now.
‘You know, I might just fuck your tits then, since you won’t put up back there’ he said with a grin.
With that, he straddled your torso and positioned his hard dick between your breasts.
‘Now, sweetheart, squeeze them together for me so I can fuck them’
You did as he asked and soon his dick was sliding back and forth between your tits, his leaking tip coming close to your chin with every move forward. In the meantime, you could feel a large finger spread your labia again, Tengen was getting ready to fuck your pussy. You were so wet now, that he did not need any more prep, but instead, you started to feel that enormous dick of his being slowly pushed into you again. He felt so fucking good and his movements were just perfect. You completely understood how the guy could satisfy three women. Kyoujuro was the last to join, standing next to your face, the blonde was pumping his thick cock next to your mouth, and looking at you with those hungry amber eyes you were so used to. You opened your mouth eagerly and he slowly pressed himself past your lips, your tongue snaking on the incoming length. His hand stroking your hair gently.
‘Fuck, Kyo, she is such a slut, taking us so good. I could though sense her being on the wild side the first time we met, she was too hot to be tame’
Sanemi spoke through gritted teeth, his little dirty monologue stopped by Tengen who flicked his finger at the back of Sanemi’s head.
‘Shut it, Nemi. Just enjoy yourself, will you? But, hey Kyo. Y/n is lovely and if she does not mind, I would love to have an encore of our evening’
He spoke with quite a strained voice now, being engulfed in his own pleasure. Right now, it was only Tengen and Sanemi who were making you weak with pleasure, Tengen’s cock hitting all the right spots with every slow thrust and Sanemi pinching and rolling your nipples with his calloused fingers. You were eliciting muffled moans onto Kyoujuro’s cock, but to be honest, you were not sucking him with much enthusiasm, being so engulfed in what the two white-haired hotties were doing to you.
Suddenly, Kyoujuro grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head backward. The look in his eyes was wild and fierce and he hissed through his teeth:
‘You are neglecting your wifely duties, my dear. I think I must show you how to behave properly.’
With that, he shoved his full length into your mouth making you gag. This really took you by surprise, almost so you did not recognise your so otherwise playful and gentle lover. You looked at him pleadingly, but he did not seem to care, continuing to thrust into you while holding your hair tight. You were completely at the three men’s mercy, taking whatever they were giving to you, and thanks to Tengen you were receiving a lot. The pressure in your belly was increasing and you were now edging. You tapped Sanemi on the arm
‘squeeze the other nipple too, please Nemi’
He smirked and granted your wish. The action of his rough hands on your hard buds was what was needed to push you over the edge and you climaxed, your scream only muffled by Kyojuro’s cock inside your mouth. The spasming of your pussy was now too much for Tengen as well, and soon enough your clenching muscles milked him hard and you felt the warmth of his cum inside you. When he pulled out, you felt so empty, you pulled away from Kyojuro’s cock and tried to look around Sanemi to send your plea to Tengen, but right then it was Sanemi’s turn to orgasm and you were met with thick ropes of semen spraying your face and landing in your open mouth.
Kyojuro was now really annoyed, once again having your attention stolen like this. He shifted his position so that he was facing you just behind the top of your head where you were lying down and then hovered himself over you, with his hips over your face and his face toward your belly. His heavy dick now hanging down in your face, he tilted your head slightly backward and pushed himself in your mouth with the intention to mouth fuck you properly. He was fast and rough, almost choking you. His grunts were hoarse and deep. This was not the most comfortable fucking you experienced, to be honest, and you were surprised by his sudden roughness.
Luckily for you, Tengen dove between your legs and started teasing your now overstimulated clit. His licks and massage were just as good as the first time he made you come. You were slowly adjusting to Kyojuro’s actions and focused solely on enjoying what Tengen was doing to you, him now flicking your clit faster and faster until you dissolved in another orgasm, squirting all over his handsome face. He smiled and lapped up as much as he could of your juices. The sight of all this must have finally been too much for Kyo, who now actioned a sloppy thrust and emptied his balls deep into your throat.
His load must have been huge as when he pulled out a fair bit leaked out onto your cheek. You were too fucked out to even notice that your face and neck were literally smeared with cum. You just laid there in bliss. Sanemi and Kyoujuro were both also lying on their backs in the large bed, panting. Tengen though was too considerate to leave you hanging. He walked up to you and lifted you up in his arms.
‘You look like you need a shower’ and carried you to the bathroom.
‘Can you stand up?’
Surprisingly, you could.
‘Good. I am glad to see that you can.’
He turned on the shower and when he deemed the temperature to be just right, he led you in there and embraced you, whispering into your ear
‘Just so you know, I really, really want to see more of you like this. I mean it’
You looked into his enchanting eyes and felt like this would be a lovely arrangement.
After you showered you joined the group in the onsen and all of you enjoyed the rest of the night with champagne and conversation flowing freely.
Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy — and Suguru was all for it.
After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.
And Satoru — the poor boy — is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him — now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth — it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do — that's why I'm the top student and you're just — "
Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks — it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.
He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts — then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.
'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.
"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.
But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum — aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."
Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.
"Ahh—gh! Fuck... nn!"
Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years — waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.
"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.
He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.
Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.
"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.
"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.
His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.
"Ah, Satoru, quit your act — you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."
You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?
"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.
With the train ride now over, the sergeants ran, scouring the market for two familiar faces. Their footsteps in sync, crunching delicate mounds of white snow. Soap broke through the crowd first, then Gaz and Gary were right with him.
“Where the hell are they?” Gaz pants out, his breaths misting in the cold air.
“You said the marketplace,” Soap huffs.
“Yeah, I said the marketplace, but it's not like I know exactly where they went!” Gaz snaps back.
While the two sergeants bicker, Roach quietly breaks away, scanning the area until he spots the familiar figures they’d been hunting for. Price and Ghost stand outside a cigar shop, deep in conversation. The satisfied grin on Price's face tells Roach everything—he got what he was after.
“They’re over there!” Roach exclaims, snapping his partners out of their lovers' quarrel.
Gaz and Soap go silent, their eyes following Roach’s line of sight until they, too, spot their Lieutenant and Captain.
In a heartbeat, the three of them are sprinting toward their unsuspecting targets. Soap grins like a madman, practically buzzing with mischief, while Gaz shakes his head, both amused and slightly wary of what might unfold. Roach, meanwhile, is simply thrilled to be along for the ride.
They skid to a stop right in front of the two men, chests heaving as they catch their breath in the biting winter air.
“The hell is wrong with you lot?” Price’s voice cuts through, laced with a mix of annoyance and bemusement as he shifts his attention from Ghost to the winded sergeants.
Ghost, arms crossed, eyes them with quiet scrutiny. His winter coat does little to conceal his bulky frame, a silent reminder of his imposing presence as he stands beside Price.
Price and Ghost waited for an explanation, knowing well everytime those three got together, they were definitely up to no good.
Like how they put semi-permanent green dye in Ghost's shampoo for Halloween.
“We… we saw. A kid with your face,” Gaz manages, still catching his breath, pointing straight at Ghost.
Ghost raises a brow, baffled. A kid with his face? What the hell did that mean? Did they think he looked like a baby?
Soap huffs in mock disappointment, shooting a playful glare at Gaz. “Oi, I wanted to say it!”
Predictably, the two dive into another back-and-forth. Gaz isn’t one to shout, but Soap has a talent for riling anyone up.
Price lets their little show go on for only a moment before his stern voice cuts in, slicing through their bickering. “One of you properly explain, or you'll be walking back to base.”
Roach steps up, eager to clarify. “There’s a kid, probably about two, and she looks exactly like the Lt. Scowl, glare, and all!”
Price and Ghost pause, their expressions twisting as they both try—and fail—to imagine a little girl with Simon’s permanent scowl.
Price shudders, shaking the thought from his head. “That is not a face a kid should have.”
“That’s exactly what I said,” Gaz chimes in, nodding emphatically.
Ghost throws him an offended look, his usually hardened eyes showing a glimmer of hurt. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing!” they all exclaim in unison, even Price, who quickly averts his gaze as Ghost’s glare narrows on him.
Ghost huffs, then crosses his arms. “Did you take a picture?”
Soap snorts, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Aye, right, 'cause that wouldnae be creepy at all.”
Ghost stares daggers Into Soap, rolling his eyes and pushing himself off the wall. “Okay, then where is she?”
The three stooges lead the charge once again, this time with their Captain and Lieutenant in tow. They weave through the crowd toward the train park, where Soap eagerly scans for the woman and kid he’d spotted earlier. But the line they were in is empty, the pair nowhere to be found.
“Shite. I think they’re gone,” Soap mutters, his Scottish accent thickening in his frustration, the words rolling out with a clipped bite.
“So the imaginary woman and kid don’t actually exist,” Ghost deadpans, unimpressed.
“They exist!” Gaz insists, voice edging on exasperation.
“Sure,” Ghost replies, his tone flat and thoroughly unconvinced.
Roach snickers, then glances over at Price—only to see him staring slack-jawed through the window of a nearby café, his cigar dangling from his mouth, forgotten.
“Cap?” Roach says, touching the older man’s shoulder.
Price doesn’t look away, nodding toward the café. “Found them.”
Everyone turns toward the café, eyes landing on you and Adira. The little girl is happily weaving between your legs, her tiny hands gripping your coat as she entertains herself, all while you order hot chocolates to fend off the winter chill. A soft smile touches your lips as you watch her play, blissfully unaware of the audience gathering just outside.
The barista, with a warm smile, hands over two cups, one with a little extra marshmallows for Adira, her voice bright as she wishes you both a merry Christmas. You take the cups with a grateful nod, handing one to Adira. She immediately takes her drink, sipping eagerly, her small feet bouncing on her heels from the sugar rush.
“Yummy?” You ask, glancing down at her with a soft smile, a wave of motherly pride swelling in your chest as you watch her delight in the simple joy of her drink.
Adira nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up as she pulls away from her straw with a satisfied sigh. “Yummy.”
With a soft chuckle, you both leave the warmth of the shop, stepping out into the crisp air. Hand in hand, you walk back toward the park, the world around you feeling peaceful despite the cold. As you reach the crosswalk, you stop, waiting for the light to turn. Adira looks up at you, her little face filled with contentment as she swings your joined hands back and forth, her sugary energy still buzzing.
Across the way, the team stood frozen, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before them. Everyone but Ghost was struck by how much Adira looked like him—her features unmistakably mirroring his, save for the color of her hair and skin. The resemblance was uncanny, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped around them.
“She looks nothing like me,” Ghost stated plainly, his voice cutting through the stillness as though it were fact. His expression was unmoving, a wall of stubbornness in his eyes. He was ready to die on that hill.
Then, as fate would have it, a woman walking her dog passed by, and Adira’s cherub-like face hardened into a cold, calculating stare. It was subtle, but unmistakable.
“Nevermind,” Ghost muttered, his earlier conviction faltering as he watched her shift before his eyes.
“So… you’ve been having fun these past years?” Roach asked, his gaze flicking between Adira and Ghost, curiosity getting the better of him.
“Not that I know of,” Ghost grunted, his eyes still locked on you and Adira, a mix of unease and something else flickering across his face. He couldn’t pull himself away.
“Let’s get closer,” Price commanded, already making his move. Soap and Roach exchanged a shrug, falling in line without hesitation.
“Excuse me?” Gaz sputtered, though his body had already begun moving before his brain could catch up, unable to defy the Captain’s order.
Ghost fell silent, teeth gritted. This wasn’t a situation he was used to, especially not one where he was forced to go in blind. He stood stiffly at the crosswalk, trying to hide his glances, his focus split between the team and you.
Soap ended up the closest, standing just next to Adira. The little girl paused, her big, doe-like eyes lifting from her drink to catch sight of him. The recognition was instant. Her lips pursed into a small line, and her gaze grew heavy with annoyance.
“Ugee…” she whispered, scooting closer to you.
Soap froze, his mind stuttering for a moment. Did she just—? Did she call me ugly?
Gaz, standing behind him, couldn’t contain himself. A muffled laugh broke through as Soap turned to look at the others, wide-eyed and speechless, completely taken aback.
“Do ye lot think I'm ugly?” Soap asked, his voice thick with disbelief, clearly thrown off by the little girl's words.
“Not the time, Mctavish,” Price said, a tiny laugh tugging at the corner of his lips despite the situation.
The streetlight flickered green, signaling it was time to move. You adjusted yourself, ready to cross the street. Each member of the team started mentally preparing, unsure of how—or even if—they should approach you. Ghost, however, was the first to make a move, determined to intercept you. But Soap, ever the opportunist, beat him to it.
Ghost wasn’t exactly subtle, and having him try anything would probably send you running in the opposite direction.
“Excuse me, aren’t you the lady from the train?” Soap called out, his voice light, though his intentions were clear.
You paused at his interruption, recognition flickering in your eyes. You remembered the man who bumped into you earlier. “Yes? Is something the matter?”
“Do you happen to know where I could find Leslies?” Soap asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice, though he tried to mask it.
“The pub?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Soap confirmed, his face lighting up with a mix of relief and surprise at your easy response.
You look around for a moment, trying to remember and see the street names of your current location. “Uh…it should be about a couple blocks south from here. They have a big sign, you can't miss it.”
Thank God for Soap, because that one question was all he needed to keep you trapped in a conversation, his charm working its magic as you giggled and chatted away easily, the awkwardness of the situation melting away.
Meanwhile, Ghost’s attention shifted to Adira. He looked down at her, and she, almost instinctively, looked up at him. Their eyes locked in a silent staring contest, each of them studying the other. The intensity in their gaze was undeniable, both sets of eyes reflecting the same quiet, unwavering strength. It was like looking in a mirror—a mirror that mirrored back his own hardened stare and no-nonsense attitude.
Adira was, quite literally, his mini me. The resemblance was impossible to ignore.
“How old are you?” Ghost asked bluntly, his voice low as he kneeled down to Adira’s height, his gaze intense but trying to soften.
Adira paused for a moment, glancing up at you for help, but you were still caught up in conversation with Soap. She turned her focus back to Ghost, her small fingers fidgeting with the hem of her coat as she murmured shyly, “Two…”
She was two. Two. Ghost’s mind raced, trying to piece together the details, but nothing clicked. Nearly three years ago… what had he done three years ago? He kept everything categorized, stored in his mind like a well-organized file system, but this was something that didn’t fit.
Then, Soap’s voice broke through his thoughts.
“You don’t seem like the type of lass to frequent Leslies.”
You giggled, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks at Soap’s question. He wasn’t wrong… at least, not entirely. “I’ve only been to Leslie’s once, and, well… it’s how I ended up with my little blessing.” You glanced down at Adira, the warmth of your smile radiating as you spoke.
Everything shattered in that moment. Ghost’s stomach twisted painfully, his heart skipping a beat as the realization slammed into him like a freight train. Leslie's. Almost three years ago, during that stupid holiday.
His mind began to piece it together, the hazy memories from that night slowly coming into focus. He remembered the bar, the laughter, the way you had caught his attention. You were easy on the eyes, easy to make laugh, and most importantly—unlike everyone else. You didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry, you just let him lead, let him slip into the night with no strings attached.
But now, as he looked at Adira, everything fell into place. The way she stared at him, those familiar eyes, the resemblance he couldn’t ignore. His breath hitched, and the weight of the truth crushed him—she was his daughter.
A knot formed in his throat as he tried to process the fact. Adira. His daughter. The little girl standing before him was his flesh and blood, the result of a moment he'd long since buried in the depths of his mind.
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fondling your tits in public. ⋆ torturing him until he cries. ⋆ putting him on a leash. ⋆ sucking on your tits. ⋆ sweet kissing. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ teasing him. ⋆ fucking you. ⋆ little humps.
ⓘ porn links listed . . .
oversensitive. ⋆ distracting him. ⋆ treating your baby. ⋆ your plaything. ⋆ overstimulated. ⋆ eating you out. ⋆ bondage. ⋆ he’s so whiny. ⋆ dumbification. ⋆ your pretty footrest.
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
full nelson. ⋆ choking you. ⋆ fucking your ex. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ eating you out w a chain around his neck. ⋆ degradation (spanish ver.) ⋆ backshots.. but you’re the one who’s cuffed. ⋆ sending the porn he made w you to your bf.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
sensitivity. ⋆ mirror play. ⋆ tw: playing a risky game. ⋆ ‘manhandling’ you. ⋆ worshiping + sucking your tits. ⋆ his balls slapping against your clit. ⋆ using your titties to get off. ⋆ stroking him while he plays video games.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
sweet bunny. ⋆ riding him. ⋆ shower sex. ⋆ teasing + denying you. ⋆ thigh highs. ⋆ treating you and fingering you. ⋆ fingering his passenger princess. ⋆ distracting you while you read.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
handcuffing you. ⋆ groping you. ⋆ dick just too good. ⋆ taking the condom off. ⋆ gripping onto the headboard. ⋆ fucking you in socks. ⋆ ravishing you senseless. ⋆ thrusting into you. ⋆ toying w you.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
fucking you in the dark. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ fingering you until you turn into a water fountain. ⋆ squirting. ⋆ jerking him off. ⋆ sucking his balls. ⋆ fucking you dumb. ⋆ missionary w your legs closed.
Hey Wolfmoon(Werewolf!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, AU where Toshinori is also a werewolf along with being a hero, colleagues to lovers, age gap, size kink, werewolves, biting, oral sex(fem receiving), mentions of blood, mentions of body pain, transformations, stalker/yandere behavior, dub con, dark themes, bodily fluids
word count: 2.7k
pairings: Werewolf!All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader/eventual Werewolf!Fem!Reader
a/n: for @tsukimefuku's Spookinky event! Also Toshinori's look in this fic is very VERY heavily inspired by @mightytato's drawing of him here! dividers by the lovely @adornedwithlight
He knows he’s not like the others. He’s known that his entire life. But most of the time, Toshinori doesn’t have to hide it from many. In the world where quirks are the norm, why would Lycanthropy be any weirder? It certainly helped to boost his use of One For All as well.
So what if he gets hairier near the full moon? Who cares if his teeth are a little more sharp than most? And his glowing eyes never bothered anyone.
That is, until he met you…
Oh you were so sweet. Such an innocent person. Always one to be so kind to everyone. You made butterflies erupt in his tummy every time you talked to him. The only problem was he had to fight the urge to bite you and tear you to pieces whenever he thought about you a little more lewdly than normal.
So for the first time in his life, Toshinori began to hide his wolfish desires from someone. He hid them from you, in fear that you’d outright reject him.
You joined the UA teaching crew not long after him. You, with your quirk that calms down people, were too sweet to see this side of him. You knew about his true form, and you still accepted him. You were beginning to flirt with him as well. It worried him in a way because the more you flirted with him, the more he wanted to take you home and make you his.
This is when he begins to distance himself from you.
It doesn’t take long for you to notice. You wonder if there’s anything you’ve done wrong. You ask all your colleagues, and instead of giving you a concrete answer, they all seem to be sharing the same secret from you. You were beginning to wonder if maybe you had made a mistake and that everyone was making you pay for it.
A few weeks go by, and Toshinori returns to being your friend. It was almost as if nothing had happened. So you just let it slide; yourself being lonely and wanting to find someone to confide in.
But the closer it gets to the next full moon, he’s once again distancing himself. And he’s getting the colleagues to lie to you again. This time you’d get to the bottom of whatever was happening.
It started with seeing him in the hallways. You notice how he seemed to have more stamina around this time of the month. He’d often be in his muscular form, even if he usually didn’t keep it up to save on energy. You noticed that he looked almost taller, if that was even possible.
Then you started noticing other little things. Despite him avoiding you like the plague right now, you still worked together in the same building. So catching a glimpse of him wasn’t uncommon. And the more you looked at him, the more you noticed even more things that seemed to align with a little theory you were forming in your mind.
Surely someone would call you insane if you told them you thought that Toshinori was afflicted with Lycanthropy. But everything was adding up just a little too much to be a coincidence. So you were wondering how you could find out for sure. You were beginning to think you’d need to set up a trap.
What you didn’t realize was that Toshinori was already at his limit of how long he was going to be able to stay away from you.
It was the night of the full moon now. You were lying awake in your bedroom, looking at different articles and forums on your phone for some sort of idea on how to attract the man to you. How would you be able to get him here or even close to you to prove your little theory?
Unbeknownst to you, the man was stalking you. Your scent had grown unbelievably delicious to him. It was making it almost impossible for him to even concentrate. Seeing you in the hallways had been even too much. The way you made his skin crawl with pure lust just by existing near him, it would certainly push him into an early grave.
Tonight, as he begins to feel the first little signs of his transformation, Toshinori knows he won’t be able to stay away from you. He knows where you live from the file he found on you in the school office. He knows exactly where you are right now. And he’s practically vibrating with pleasure just thinking about breaking into your home and claiming you.
He finds your home with ease. You’re still awake; yes, he can sense that. You smell delicious, even more so now that he’s close to you. Toshinori lets out a soft howl of excitement, trying not to let himself be found just yet. Even just being this close to you has him salivating.
You aren’t paying too much attention to anything besides your research. Scattered on your bed are old books from the library on local legends and legends from Europe and North America. Through the different pages on cryptids such as the Wendigo, the Skinwalker, Mothman, the Banshee and many others, you found much information on Lycanthropes.
But now you were scrolling through a video social media app. There were hundreds of videos of people saying that they had seen a werewolf before. Stories of their colleagues and friends and neighbors turning into ferocious beasts on the full moon. You were starting to piece it all together as well.
A noise from outside breaks your concentration. You begin to shiver at the thought of what happens if Toshinori is what you think he is. Suddenly you don’t feel as safe as you did moments ago. Being so wrapped up and enthralled in your research, you weren’t too scared. Now even just the thought of seeing him in that form was terrifying.
You stay on your bed, trying to remind yourself that your mind would be playing tricks on you. Then you scroll through a few more videos, trying to get back to the subject at hand. You jump when you hear the front door bursting open. You suddenly feel very terrified.
A loud howl is heard from the entryway. Your blood runs cold when you hear that noise. You try to think of the best place to hide now, but you are trapped in your room. The door isn’t even closed. You had been so confident and comfortable, you didn’t think your own research would come to fruition.
You hear loud footsteps coming down the hall. Toshinori smirks as he makes his way to your bedroom. His tail is wagging with every step closer to you. You were so close! He’d be able to be near you and finally claim you. This is what he’s been dreaming of since he first met you, after all.
Suddenly, you hear him just outside your bedroom. He presses himself up against the wall, peeking from the doorway. His glowing eyes are enchanting in a way, and you’d want to stare into them if you weren’t already petrified with fear. You try to scream but your whole body is locked in fear.
“There you are, little mate!” He growls loudly.
You’re stunned. All your theories were right. Here was Toshinori in all his werewolf glory. His fangs looked so sharp, just as much as his claws looked like they were ready to shred anything. You notice the way he looked harrier. The tail was wagging behind him as he let out another howl.
Then without warning, he pounces on the bed. The frame creaks under both of you, almost threatening to break from the obscene amount of weight now on it. You look up to see the wolfish grin on Toshinori’s face. He then leans in to lick your face, shuddering at the way you taste.
“Been tryin’ to keep myself away from you,” he slurs. “Can’t do it anymore. Need you so badly.”
As if to prove his point even further, he pushes his crotch against you to make you feel just how hard he is. You let out such a cute little moan, it makes his cock throb. How was he going to be able to go easy on you? His head was already swimming with pure lust.
“Please please please…don’t make such sounds like that unless you want me to fuck you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat at his lewd words. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely in love with the man. But to be intimate while he’s transformed like this, you worried if you’d even be able to handle it without getting incredibly hurt. Though, judging by the way he keeps pushing his erection against you, you weren’t sure if you could even run from him.
“I wanna be gentle, sweetness. I really, really do.” He growls. “But you’re makin’ it so damn hard.”
You whine as he grips your ankles and pulls your legs apart. You try to keep yourself calm, but with the way he slots himself between your legs and you realize he’s just that big, you realize all logic has been thrown out the window.
He howls when you wrap your arms around him, petting the fur on his back. He’s absolutely loving every moment of this. It’s making him so happy to be able to finally kiss you and hold you in the way he’s been fantasizing about.
“Mine,” he growls as he begins to undress you. He’s becoming much too impatient to even really take the clothes off properly.
With your clothes shredded and your body exposed to him, you feel so vulnerable. Yet when you see the look of pure love in his eyes, you suddenly feel so calm. He tries to caress you, but his hands are so calloused and his claws drag against your soft skin.
He then kisses a trail down your body, stopping only to take greedy inhales of your scent. He’s drooling now as he spreads your legs. Then he leans in to begin devouring you.
You let out such a cute little yelp. As your body begins to shudder under the total onslaught of pleasure, it only drives Toshinori to begin lapping at your cute little cunt even more. Oh how you taste even better than he imagined. You have such a sweet taste with the perfect amount of musk. It’s making his cock leak all over the inside of his underwear. He begins to rut against your mattress, making it creak under his immense weight.
The way you cry out his name as you fall off the edge has him howling again. Your hips cant forward as you begin to grind against his tongue and his nose. Toshinori’s grip on your hips tightens, but he’s good to let you continue to grind until you’ve had your fill of pleasure.
You slump against the bed, looking down at your new lover. He’s looking so proud of himself for bringing you so much pleasure. When he grabs you and folds you into the mating press, you let out a little squeak. Toshinori pushes his pants and underwear down and your eyes widen when you see the size of him.
“I can…I can make it fit. I promise I can make it fit.” He moans as he uses the head of his cock to slide through your sticky folds. “I can make it fit.”
You want to believe him, but when he prods your hole, you swear you’re going to get ripped in half. Slowly, he slides himself in. The more of himself he gets inside you, the more he begins to pant. It’s like you were a fucking vice around his cock.
“B-breathe for me. Breathe cause you are so tight.” Toshinori whimpers in your ear. “Going to make me blow my load way too quickly.”
You manage to take a few deep breaths and relax as best as you can. Eventually, Toshinori gets in all the way. You marvel at the way he’s balls deep inside of you. You feel a slight bulge in your lower tummy. Then there’s this new pressure inside of you. Toshinori lets out a little howl of pleasure as he rests against your chest.
“Fuuuckkk,” he groans. “I fucking knotted.”
The words almost sound foreign to you. You had heard of this happening, but even just thirty minutes ago, you didn’t think werewolves were actually real. You can feel the swollen part of his cock keeping you two locked together. Toshinori can’t help but begin to rut deep inside of you.
“Need to cum!” He pants in your ear. “Lemme cum, please please please!”
You don’t even have it in you to really reply. You begin to nod eagerly, trying to let him know he’s allowed to cum. He’s growling and grunting as he fucks himself deeper inside of you. The bed is creaking under both of you now. You’re worried it’s going to break but it’s the least of your issues now.
Toshinori nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. Your scent almost seems to be stronger in this area. Without even thinking about it, he bites down and breaks the skin. He’s drawing blood from you.
Your walls are pulsing around him as he bites down. He’s fucking into you faster and harder and with a loud grunt, he falls off the edge. The knot keeps you both connected as he slowly rides out the rest of his high.
When he pulls away, you notice the glow in his eyes has dulled just a bit. He seems a little more docile. This is when you notice the blood on his fangs. His eyes widen and he’s cursing at himself.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!”
You try to make sense of what just happened. Your heart starts racing in your chest as something seems to take hold of you. A low whimper comes from you as you clutch the wound on your neck. It feels hot to the touch. Your blood was boiling.
“I never meant to do this to you.” He finally says, pulling out of you and cradling you in his arms. “I’m so sorry…I love you so much.”
The words are fuzzy as you are going through something you don’t understand. You cry out as extreme pain rushes through every nerve. Then as quickly as it came, it disappeared. Toshinori is holding you, rocking you slowly to calm you. Then you open your eyes and you pull him in for a kiss.
“I love you too.”
EPILOGUE
The moon is full. It’s the first one since your encounter with Toshinori. And now you are about to have your own transformation.
He’s with you at home, keeping you in bed. The bedside table is littered with electrolyte drinks, high protein snacks and sedatives in case you need them. Toshinori knows how volatile he had been during his first transformation, so he was going to be prepared.
Then the moon reaches its peak. You had been in pain this entire week, and while you had done everything Toshinori had informed you, it still wouldn’t soothe the pain that was coming from this.
You yell as you feel your bones shifting in your body. Toshinori keeps his arms around you, knowing he can take anything if you were to lash out or attack him unknowingly. You growl louder as the pain becomes even more intense. Your teeth grow sharper, your nails turn into claws.
“Toshi! Toshi go!” You growl, but he’s shaking his head.
“No, I’m not leaving you.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m here.”
The pain becomes even more unbearable. You cry out when you feel like your body is about to give out. Then slowly, it’s starting to ebb and flow. You cling to your lover, hoping this will give you the comfort you need.
And when you open your eyes again, you notice that everything looks a little different. Your sense of smell is even more keen now. You can smell the musk coming off of Toshinori, and this is what makes you push him onto the bed.
With your new claws, you shred his clothes. Toshinori grins up at you, loving your new outlook on the situation at hand. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, cementing your newfound love and new life.
This is part two of this fic!
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: You and All Might encounter the Love Quirk once again. This time, however, All Might is the one affected.
Warnings: aphrodisiac, dub con, reader is chased, yandere!all might, unprotected sex, fem!reader, oral sex (fem receiving), ooc
Tag List: For my baby girl @actuallysaiyan; @pixelcafe-network, @helloiamadrawer
The months since you were hit by the love quirk that led to your confession to Toshinori have been like heaven on earth. Despite your relationship's frantic, heated beginnings, you’d agreed to take it slow. Toshinori wants to be a gentleman and treat you to dates. He wants to take care of you, his special girl, more than anything. The time you spent most often in each other’s presence was when doing hero work. All Might is nothing if not a workaholic, and you’re such a loyal sidekick you follow him on every single mission.
You were cuddled on the couch, kissing softly and whispering sweet nothings to one another when you heard the police sirens. You know before he even says so Toshinori is going to want to respond to it. Of course, you were going to follow him.
It was another robbery, but that’s not the part that troubled you. There was something familiar about these villains. They make a lot of the same moves as some villains you’d fought before.
All Might runs upstairs to surprise the leader of the gang. As you’re finishing up downstairs, he comes stumbling down with the villain dragged behind him. There’s something different about him. His signature smile is gone, and his cheeks are deeply flushed. When he looks at you, his eyes light up.
“We’re done here,” he says quickly as the police rush into the building. It was unlike him not to be more friendly. He even seems to be avoiding you, pushing through the crowd to get out of the building ahead of you and then not even turning to make sure you’re following.
“All Might!” you call after him as you use your quirk to catch up.
“Don’t…” he growls when you reach out to touch him. He shudders softly, then jumps into the sky to get away from you. You frown before flying up to meet him.
“Toshinori, baby…”
The two of you land on a nearby rooftop. His back is to you, and you can tell he’s panting. You come to him and place your hand on his back. You can feel him trembling under your touch, his suit is damp with sweat. His blue eyes are glowing, wide and wild, when he turns to you. His teeth are bared in a feral growl. It takes every bit of his effort not to pounce on you.
“Run,” he growls.
You’re not sure what is going on, but you don’t hesitate to listen to him. You take off into flight again. He growls as he watches you, his broad chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. One large hand reaches down to palm at his cock that’s starting to strain against his pants. He pushes his thumb against the head, smearing the precum dribbling out of the tip.
“Keep running, little girl…Or else daddy will tear you apart,” he shudders.
You hate to admit to yourself that you’re genuinely scared of him in this state. Yet on the same token, you’re aware that you can’t get away. You could fly across the planet and he’d still find you. All Might’s speed is unmatched.
Through narrow allies and over the highest rooftops, he chases you. The love quirk he was hit with is even stronger than the one you’d been hit with a few months ago. His senses are so heightened, that he hunts you through the city by scent alone. Everywhere you go, he’s right on his trail. Only the last few strands of his self-control keep him from catching you.
“My sweetheart, so fast,” he whispers as he jumps through the air again.
You make a swift turn to go down into an alleyway when he tackles you. A small yelp echoes off the walls as he wraps his arms around you, and lands on his feet with you in his arms. Your eyes are wide, filled with fear as you look up at him.
“Dont’ look at me like that, princess,” he purrs before leaning in to kiss you deeply. He jumps again into the air, this time taking you to what had been your destination: your home. “Naughty girl, you were leading me home. I know what you wanted.”
“I have medicine there…Sedatives,” you explain as he lands on the balcony.
“Oh! You were going to sedate me?” he sets you down on the ground and begins picking through your pockets for the key to you apartment. In that brief moment where he’s distracted, you try to run away from him again. He grabs your arm and pulls you close again. “Ah, I guess we’ll play it your way.”
He throws you over his shoulder and kicks in the balcony doors. Before you can argue he has you thrown onto the bed and is spreading your legs.
“I’ve been able to smell this little cunt for miles,” he growls as he rips a hole in the crotch of your suit.
“Toshi!” you yelp, but it’s no use.
His face is buried between your thighs and he licks at your core through your panties. He growls and grunts at the taste of you, the smell even overtakes his senses. It’s not about your pleasure, it’s about possession. To smell and taste and feel your body, the body that belongs to him.
“Sh-shit, baby…” you whine as you try to push his head away.
“No, no. Baby, be nice to me. I was nice to you, wasn’t I?” he pouts softly and crawls over your body. He pushes your legs to your chest, holding them in place with one arm while he pushes his pants down. “I just need you, baby. Is that so bad?”
“You told me to run, Toshi,” you whine.
“I know what I said, princess. I know,” he guides his cock to your entrance and begins rubbing the head against your slit. “But maybe I daddy was being dramatic, yeah?”
“Toshi, baby--AH!”
He pushes his cock into you inch by tantalizing inch. Your nails dig into the meat of his broad shoulders. Your walls stretch to accommodate him. All the while he keeps you bent like a pretzel.
“That’s it, baby,” he moans softly as he begins a deep, frantic pace.
The bed creaks beneath you, the sound mixing with the lewdness of skin on skin. Above you, Toshinori pants like a wild animal as he takes you without mercy. It’s a far cry from the gentle, loving man you’ve grown to love so dearly, but in his eyes, you see the same uninhibited affection he always shows when you’re alone together.
“My angel,” he murmurs softly. “My beautiful angel.”
His hand trails down the back of your thigh to your clit. He rubs it in sloppy circles in time with his thrusts. The way you moan for him makes his cock throb inside of you.
“I’m the only one who makes you feel this good,” he says in a tone that seems to be trying to convince himself as much as you. You nod in agreement as drool puddles in the front of your mouth. Despite his roughness, the stretch of him inside you is delicious.
“Only you, Toshi,” you whimper softly.
With a few more deep thrusts, you’re tumbling over the edge. You throw your head back against the pillows and your body twitches with the pleasure of your release. The way your walls flutter around his cock proves too much for him too, and this time he can’t bring himself to pull out. He cries out as he pumps his seed into you.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispers as his thoughts clear. He shifts to his base form and gently pulls out of you. He looks down at you underneath him. The bruises on your thighs from his tight grip, the way you’re so flushed and exhausted from him chasing you around the city then fucking you. He feels so ashamed of himself.
“Baby,” you sit up on the bed and reach out for him.
He pulls away, “I hurt you…I forced myself on you…”
“No! No, baby, you didn’t,” you hug him tightly as he trembles. “I wanted to help, but when you told me to run…”
“I love you so much…I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispers.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
You run your fingers through his hair as you hold him. He falls asleep as the last of the love quirk wears off.
summary: you and Ellie had a “casual” thing until she decided to ghost you and replace you. your friends decide that the best way to get over her is to get under another woman.
warnings: jealous ellie, abby is the revenge, reader is barely surviving her first wlw heartbreak, she/her for reader.
a/n: if u cant tell im obsessed with chappell roan.
It was your fault. Sleeping with Ellie Willaims was your fault.
Ellie was notoriously known as the toxic one, and you knew that. But you were like a moth drawn to a flame, you smiled at her when your eyes met hers too many times at the party. You allowed her to flirt with you, and encouraged her to make out with you at the backseat of the Uber.
She told you she liked you, and that you were the sexiest girl she was with, but it was all casual and no attachments, it was just having fun.
You knew that deep in your heart, and you liked it because you weren’t looking for anything serious and simply liked the sex and the flirting without any attachment. You liked being able to sleep with anyone you wanted, you liked being able to flirt with anyone, no one blowing up your phone and no one requiring your time and care.
You liked it all.
Until Ellie wormed her way to your heart. It was truly your fault, all of your friends told you that a ‘Casual’ thing with Ellie was a recipe for disaster.
You didn’t care, you were happy to be the one occupying most of her time, you were simply happy to be the one that got to meet her dad or Joel as she liked to call him, you were ecstatic being the only one to know how much of a big nerd she really is, to be the one to hear her sing, to be the only one that knows how to make her laugh when she’s sad.
That is all until she decided to replace you.
The sight of Ellie with another girl, the two of them were on the couch, the girl sat on Ellie’s lap and giggling into her neck as Ellie whispered things you never wanted to hear in her ear. Just seeing them like that made your eyes burn, and your breathing turned short and despite wanting to peel away your stare from them.
You couldn’t.
Your eyes were glued to them, your vision turning blurry by the second and your stomach turning sick, you didn’t drink anything at this party so you cannot blame it on the drinks no matter how much you wanted to.
In your trance at them, Ellie turned to stare at you—must’ve felt your burning look. You wanted her to push the girl away, to stand up and walk to you and lie to you that it’s not what you think it is. You wished for her to tell you any lie, to pretend like she wanted you just as you wanted her.
You would’ve believed it all, you would have succumbed to her and allowed her to take you to her bed and you would’ve allowed her back into your heart.
But none of your wishes came true. While maintaining eye contact with you, Ellie pulled the girl closer to her.You could feel the bile rising to your throat, and you ran outside the house party and threw up into one of the bushes.
Some part of you is grateful that your wishes didn’t come true, that the next day you didn’t wake up naked in Ellie’s bed. Because it makes hating her a lot easier.
“It’s a good thing you two ended that weird casual thing you had,” Leah told you on the way to the cafeteria after class. “I don’t know about you, but if the person I was fucking with no strings attached made me meet their parents, I’d run.” You sigh and roll your eyes at her words.
“It was never casual, maybe at the beginning but it quickly escalated to something very codependent. I’m glad it ended, though.” She added, taking the booth seat.
“Okay, can we stop airing out my dirty laundry for once? I was wrong and you were right, is that what you wanna hear?” you scoff at Leah. The woman grins and nods, “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
You sigh for the millionth time on this day.
“I’m glad you admitted that I’m right, because from now on you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do.” Leah said, then her eyes falling to something behind you and waving. Before you could look over your shoulder to what she’s looking at, or more rightfully, who she’s looking at, she holds your arm and stops you.
“You’re going to flirt hard with Abby Anderson, and you’re going to dress as a slutty cop when you go to the party this weekend with Abby.”
You open your mouth to ask who the hell is Abby Anderson and why does Leah think she can boss you around like that, but she cuts you as she speaks urgently. “You are a whore, act like it.” before you get a chance to feel offended at her words, you hear Jordan’s voice as he greets, “hi babe”
He rounds the table to sit at the booth, he presses a kiss to Leah’s forehead. She grins into it, and from the corner of your eyes you see a new figure, you turn to look at a tall blonde woman. She pulls out a seat and then turns to look at you when she notices your look.
“Hi, I’m Abby, Jordan’s friend.” You blink, taking in the sight of the tall, blonde woman who just introduced herself as Abby. Her gaze is steady and confident, her smile is charming and polite.
“Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N)” you reply, forcing a smile as you try to mask your confusion. Leah’s instructions echo in your mind, and you're not sure how to react. Who is this Abby Anderson, and why does Leah seem so intent on orchestrating some kind of encounter between you and her?
Leah’s so obvious as she says with a knowing look directed to you, “(Y/N), this is Abby Anderson,”
“Hi Abby, Leah tells me a lot about you.” you lie.
Abby chuckles, and nods, “she told me about you too. She has a knack for thinking all the lesbians on campus know each other.”
As you burst out in laughter at Abby’s comment, Leah feigns innocence as she asks, “y’all don’t? I know all the bisexuals on campus.”
Jordan leans back, his arm draped casually over the back of the booth, watching the interaction with a keen interest. "So, you guys ready for the party this weekend?" he asks.
Leah comments, throwing you another look as she said, “(Y/N)’s been looking forward to it,” she says, shooting a grin at Abby. “She never attended a frat halloween party.”
Abby nods, and looks at you, “It’s pretty fun, any thoughts for a costume?” Her voice is smooth, and it grounds you even when you glance at Leah that’s glaring at you.
“Uh…” you hesitate, glancing again at Leah that kicks your leg underneath the table. You finally answer, “uhm…I’m going as a cop.”
“No way! I’m going as a prisoner.” Abby said with pure surprise, and when your gaze falls at Leah and Jordan that are pretending to not have known. You also stammer as you try to lie, “wow, I had no idea!”
“What a coincidence, truly.” Leah says.
“You two should go together.” Jordan comments, and Leah claps as she affirms, “oh yes that’s such a good idea! That way you two won’t look like single losers, no offense.”
“None taken.” Abby says with an amused grin, then she tilts her head to you and asks, “so, what do you say?”
“Sure.” You nod.
As the night of the party approaches, your nerves begin to bubble up, and it's not just because of the skimpy costume Leah convinced you to wear. The real source of your anxiety is the possibility of running into Ellie Williams.
She attended all the parties, she never missed one. You on the other hand stopped attending them after the one you saw her at weeks before with that other girl in her lap. After that, you swore to never see her again. Which was easy, considering you had memorized her schedule like the back of your hand.
The idea of seeing her at the party, mingling with others and having fun, twists your stomach into knots.
“When’s Abby picking you up?” Leah asks, her voice coming out of the speaker of your phone.
You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the police costume's accessories for the umpteenth time, trying to focus on anything other than the potential encounter. “In five minutes, you on the way the party?”
“Yeah, Jordan is in the car with me.” She answers.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. “Cool, I’ll see you guys there,” you say, forcing a smile that Leah can’t see.
“Hey, you'll be fine," Leah reassures, her tone softening. "Remember, this party is about you having fun and maybe getting to know Abby better. Don't worry about Ellie. If she shows up, just ignore her. You've got this."
You nod, even though she can't see you, and glance at the clock. Time seems to drag and race simultaneously, your thoughts racing ahead to every possible scenario that could unfold at the party. The memory of seeing Ellie with another girl, looking so carefree and happy, still stings. It was that moment that made you realize it was time to let go.
A knock on your door startles you out of your reverie. You quickly grab your phone, ending the call with Leah. "Abby's here. I'll catch you later."
"Have fun, (Y/N)!" Leah calls out before you hang up. You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your costume and taking a deep breath.
When you open the door, Abby stands there, a grin on her face. She's in her prisoner costume, complete with fake tattoos on her arms. She was wearing a short sleeved orange button down, the first five buttons left open and giving you a good look into her chest. “Hey, Officer,” she jokes lightly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Please don’t arrest me just yet, I have a party to attend.”
You laugh, though it’s tinged with nervousness. “I’ll let you off the hook just this time.” you reply, stepping out and closing the door behind you.
The drive to the party is filled with light chatter, Abby doing most of the talking. She seems at ease, excited for the night ahead, and her energy is contagious. You try to focus on her words, on the fun you're supposed to be having, but a part of you can't stop thinking about Ellie.
It’s truly the pinnacle of loser behavior as your friends always tell you, but you can’t help it. She plagues your mind, and everything about her haunts you.
As you arrive at the party, the music and laughter spilling out from the house only amplify your anxiety.You and Abby climb the steps leading up to the door, and enter through the wide door. Your eyes scan through the dim lit room with the red and green lights. The music pulses through the room, a steady beat that seems to synchronize with the thrumming in your chest. You scan the room, your eyes darting from group to group, hoping to spot familiar faces—or perhaps to avoid one in particular.
"Wow, it's packed," Abby comments, leaning in close to be heard over the music. Her presence is comforting, a steady anchor in the sea of partygoers.
You nod, your eyes still searching the room. Suddenly, you spot Nora and Mel in one of the corners, engaged in an animated conversation. They're dressed up too, Nora as a pirate with a makeshift sword at her side and Mel as a witch, complete with a pointed hat and a fake broomstick.
A wave of relief washes over you at the sight of your friends. You nudge Abby and point in their direction. "There are Nora and Mel," you say, a genuine smile breaking through your earlier anxiety.
Abby smiles back, nodding. "Let's go say hi."
As you and Abby approach Nora and Mel, their faces light up with recognition. Nora waves excitedly. "Hey, Abby! (Y/N)! Over here!"
Mel, grins widely, “there you two are! We were wondering when you'd show up." She gives you both a quick hug. "And look at you, Abby! Going all out with the prisoner theme, huh?" Nora hands you a drink that you down, hoping it will calm down your nerves.
Abby laughs, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Thanks” she says as she’s glancing at you, "and (Y/N) makes a pretty convincing cop, don't you think?"
Nora nods enthusiastically. "Absolutely! You two look great. Perfect match for the night." She takes the empty cup from you and places it somewhere else. Eager to find another drink, you take the red cup from Mel’s hands and down it too.
A new song starts playing, and as you recognize the song from the beginning of it. Nora’s eyes widen and she pushes you and Abby to the direction of the dance floor, “this is (Y/N)’s favorite song! You two should dance together!”
It doesn’t take you long to figure out that Leah most likely roped Nora into it too. The mission of getting you to get laid by someone new to get over your weird feelings for Ellie.
It seems like your friends are determined to push you out of your comfort zone tonight. Abby, ever the good sport, grins and shrugs. "Well, if it's your favorite song, we have to dance," she says, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Caught in a case of mild embarrassment, you let yourself be led to the dance floor. When you reach there, you kick out all the embarrassment out of your head, and then turn around as you bring Abby’s hands to rest on your waist from the back.
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing, but if your friends are so eager for you to sleep with Abby, you might as well do that. It’s probably the tell-tale signs of you being tipsy but the idea of making out with Abby seems like a good idea right now. You like her just enough, and she seems to like you too.
With that, you start grinding your ass on her. Abby leans in close, her breath warm against your ear. "You're a pretty good dancer," she says and you can hear her teasing grin.
You smile back, feeling a flush of warmth to your cheeks and neck as one of her hands on your waist roams underneath your tits.
“Do you like my costume?” you ask, your hand resting on her own and you tilt your head to the side to allow her to press her face to your neck. She breathes in your perfume and whispers back, “I love it.”
You’re about to whisper the same line you used on Ellie when she saw you wearing that tiny scarlet dress she likes in that first party you met her. I wore it just so you’d sleep with me. But your eyes fall on the very same Ellie Williams.
Standing right to the side, and glaring at you like you were the one that cursed her with seven years of bad luck. Her piercing gaze sends a chill down your spine, and any playful mood you had vanishes instantly. The weight of her stare is too much, and instinctively, you pull back from Abby, the space between you widening in an instant.
Abby, sensing the shift, looks at you with concern, “something wrong?”
“I—I need to go to the bathroom.” you lie, and then take unbalanced steps towards the stairs to use the upstairs bathroom. Your mind races, unsure of what to do next. The party, the music, and the laughter all fade into the background as you enter the toilet.
You allow the cold water to sting your hands as you can’t really wash your face.
But before you can fully collect your thoughts, the door swings open, and Ellie steps in, closing it behind her with a quiet click. The small space suddenly feels even smaller, the air charged with the unresolved tension between you.
Ellie’s eyes are a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and something else you can’t quite place. She takes a step closer, her jaw set. “What the hell was that?” she asks, her voice low but intense.
You swallow hard, feeling the weight of her gaze. You rest your hands on the sink as you scoff, “why do you care?” then you push your weight back while turning around to face her, “you moved on, and I’m trying to move on.”
“Is that what it was? Moving on?”
You hesitate, the words sticking in your throat. You want to say yes, to tell her that you’re over her, but the truth is, you’re not sure. Seeing her now, the intensity of your feelings crashes over you like a wave, and you realize that moving on is much harder than you thought it would be.
“Actually, it’s not moving on. We were never something, it was never that deep between us.” You say.
You feel your heartbeat accelerating as you stare at her, before you stepped closer to the door and invade her personal space, “baby, no attachment.” you use the same words she told you that last night you slept with her.
Without waiting for her reaction, you turn and push open the bathroom door. You walk out, the noise of the party flooding back in, a stark contrast to the tense silence of the small room. As you step into the hallway, your heart races, the adrenaline from the confrontation making your pulse quicken.
Forcing yourself to keep moving, and trying to put as much distance between yourself and Ellie as possible. You promise yourself that night that you won’t allow her to take up one thought of your mind.
Pt 2 to: https://www.tumblr.com/elektricvenus/751970388723023872/take-a-swim-and-get
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Pairing: Valeria Garza x F!Reader
Warning: 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)
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Additional Tags: Petnames (querida, darling, beautiful, baby), porn with minimal plot, no use of y/n, reader is 18+ but assumed a slight age gap between Valeria, cunnilingus (reader!receiving) THEY ARE GAY YOUR HONOR
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Your eyes widen, “you…you don’t have to do that”. She smirks up at up “oh I know querida…” she then takes your hand and places it in her hair. “I want to, I want you to see stars…to be ruined for anyone else that isn’t me.” You look down at her with no arguments. You nod letting her know you are okay with this.
Valeria starts to leave feather light kisses on your thighs which soon turn into bites that she smoothes over with her tongue. She leaned her head forward and suddenly pressed her lips against your folds, and began to lick lightly at your entrance. You sigh and look down at her. Valeria looks up at you as she slowly laps at you, moving one hand up to hold your hip to ground you. You move a hand on top of her’s in a moment of happiness, fingers tangled together.
You moan out some, already being overstimulated. “So good— so good to me baby…” Valeria let out a low groan against you with a smile, loving how reactive and responsive you were and how you praised her. Hearing your praises made her feel so good and she wanted to hear more. Valeria suddenly pushed her tongue into you, starting to stroke your insides with it. You moan as your eyes flutter closed “fuck—-right there…” Your grip in her hair tightens. Valeria continued to move her tongue inside of you, moving slightly faster as your moans got slightly louder. She squeezed your hand again, wanting to hear more of your moans and groans and praises. You falter some against the wall you were up against, but nothing would have you to stop her now; you roll your hips wanting to get there faster.
Valeria grinned against you, rolling her own eyes at your pleas and the slight roll of your hips as she continued to use her tongue, picking up the pace even more. She squeezed your hand tighter, loving how she was responding. At the speed she was going you moved your other hand into her hair, chasing your high moving her where you need her. Valeria loved hearing you gush around her, “that’s right Bella, you make such beautiful noises…”
As she praises you it starts to help push you over the edge “I’m—please let me cum…” you were sweating so ready for this. Valeria smiled against you as soon as she heard you say that you were close. She moved her tongue even faster, wanting to push you over the edge. “That’s it—I got you…” She moves her other hand from your hip down to enter two fingers in you as she sucks on your clit. With one more roll of your hips, it was over. You moaned out praising Val the whole time.
As soon as Valeria heard your praising and moaning through your orgasm she moaned against you, her heart pounding against her chest. She moved her tongue slowly a few more times to help you ride out your orgasm before she pulled it out, panting heavily as she moved to press gentle kisses along your inner thighs.
“That was amazing…you are amazing…” You smile at her as you help her up. She moves to hold you, “you were amazing darling—I hope to do it again some time…” she whispered as she helped you get inside to clean off.
Needless to say it was a hot and steamy shower after as well.
———————————————————————————Finally did a part two 😚 let me know of any suggestions or other characters you want!
Synopsis: you just moved to Arcadia Bay and Chloe is the first person you meet, time to see how this relationship grows….
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Author’s Note: with the news of a new game I haddddd to write something about our punk queen Chloe. It’s fluff and just two cuties falling in love
As Chloe Price sauntered down the streets of Arcadia Bay, her rebellious spirit on full display, she couldn't help but notice a newcomer. A shy and innocent woman who seemed uncertain in this unfamiliar town. Intrigued by the contrast, Chloe couldn't resist approaching her with a mischievous grin.
"Hey, newbie. Lost in the chaos of Arcadia Bay?" Chloe called out, her blue hair catching the sunlight.
The woman startled, her eyes widening as she glanced at Chloe. "Um, y-yeah. I just moved here, actually. I'm not sure where anything is..."
Chloe's smirk softened into a warm smile. She sensed a kindred spirit in this uncertain newcomer and decided that maybe, just maybe, she could be the friend Chloe had been longing for. She walked up to her, offering a hand.
"Well, welcome to Arcadia Bay. I'm Chloe Price, your guide to all things wild and unpredictable around here. Stick with me, and I'll make sure you survive this place in style."
Curiosity and a glimmer of hope shone in the woman's eyes as she shook Chloe's hand and introduced herself. "It's... nice to meet you, Chloe. Thanks for offering to show me around."
And so, an unlikely friendship began to form between them. Chloe introduced her to the hidden gems of Arcadia Bay, from the cliffside views at the lighthouse to the mysteries lurking within Blackwell Academy. As they spent time together, their friendship deepened, their laughter filling the air as they navigated the ups and downs of this small coastal town.
But, as time passed, Chloe started to notice a flutter in her chest whenever she was around her. It was more than friendship, more than camaraderie—it was a blossoming attraction that she hadn't anticipated. The way her innocence and kind-heartedness brought out a softer side of Chloe made her realize that there was something deeper than their friendship.
One evening, as they sat on Chloe's truck, overlooking the beach, the sun painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Chloe couldn't keep her feelings hidden any longer. Taking a deep breath, she turned and spoke…her voice laced with vulnerability.
"there's something I need to tell you. This friendship we have, it's... it's not enough for me anymore. Being around you, it's like finding a missing part of myself," Chloe confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of fear and longing.
The woman’s eyes widened, her gaze shifting between Chloe's face and the crashing waves. She spoke softly, uncertainty framing her words. "Chloe... I feel that too. This connection we share, it's unique. I... I think I'm falling for you."
In that moment, the air seemed to shift, their unspoken desire hanging heavily between them. Chloe cupped her cheek, drawing her closer until their lips finally met in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was a moment of realization, of two souls finding solace and love in each other's arms.
From that day on, their friendship bloomed into a beautiful, unexpected relationship. They faced the challenges of Arcadia Bay hand-in-hand, each providing strength and support to the other as they navigated the storms that threatened to tear their lives apart.
In the midst of chaos and uncertainty, They discovered a love that surpassed their wildest dreams. Together, they brought light to the darkness, finding solace and refuge in the arms of someone who understood them like no one else could. Their once unlikely friendship had transformed into a powerful and passionate love story, proving that sometimes the deepest connections come from the most unexpected places.
“Dominant Abby’ “Needy Abby” How about Dom Abby who goes fucking insane for you? An Abby who needs to Dom you so bad that you have her whimpering on her knees below you.
A/N: First fic where I don’t yap on with plot for 10 minutes first. Eat well my friends.
Your eyes flicker from the page you were reading to the doorframe at the entrance of the room. You see Abby and smile brightly, feeling more comforted already by her presence.
“Hiya.” You say, putting the page down and returning to the ground from the bench you had been sitting on. Abby’s eyes darken, her eyes moving down your body real slow and not returning to meet your eyes. She doesn’t say anything and the silence is filled only by the click of the lock at the door.
“What are-“ You’re interrupted by Abby stalking up to you and kissing you deeply, moaning into it. You pull away, shocked.
“Need you baby…” The words come out muffled as she practically speaks into your neck, sucking it and making you let out an unexpected gasp.
“Didn’t you tell Manny you’d meet him in- mmm” You moan into yet another, breath stealing kiss. Wide eyed, you watch as she gets on her knees in front of you.
“Need to eat you out….need to make you feel good please.” Face flushed, you nervously spread your legs and she smiles brightly.
“Can I?” Abby questions. You nod. “Yes.” There was no other way to describe Abby’s actions other than her diving head first into your cunt, tongue going 100 kms an hour over your clit. You gasp, gripping her hair and instinctively bucking your hips into her mouth.
She tastes you so eagerly, holding your thighs and digging her nails in a little. It was both pleasant and a little amusing when she got like this. At first Abby was highly against being rough in any way. “Your skins so soft…you’re so much smaller than me I-“ she used to babble, but now that she’s learnt how an eager grab or a few too many merciless thrusts turned you on more than anything, she doesn’t hold back hardly as much as she used to.
“Cl-close Abby.” You moan out, still a little confused at how fast this situation came about. She moans into you, as if urging you to finish all over her. Your body didn’t need much convincing though, as you could feel your stomach tighten in knots, your legs clamping around her and thighs shaking as you cum hard. She eases up her licking but doesn’t move, allowing you to ride out your high (and her face) as much as you needed.
She eases away from you, putting you in a comfortable position on the bench.
“That was…unexpected.” You say, still noticeably lightheaded. She tilts her head, eyes lingering across various parts of your body hungrily.
“Take the rest off.” She commands, her voice low. You comply, beginning to remove your top. Abby shakes her head.
“Not like that. Slow.” She says, walking over to where she had carelessly chucked her bag and pulling out a familiar…accessory. You had wondered where she even had the time to get that, or whether she had brought the strap with her all the way to and from patrol just to save her the walk to her dorm and back. You didn’t want to ask her about it though. She wasn’t in a talking mood, if the simple worded sentences were any indication.
You take off your bra and Abby tilts her head back, eyes shut tight as she tries to contain her excitement and arousal.
“Fuck.” Is all Abby manages once she finally opens her eyes again. “Gorgeous.”
You step towards her and her large hands are immediately all over you as she leverages your body effortlessly, holding you up against the wall by your thighs. You laugh at the action.
“Good thing you never skip arm day, huh Abigail?” You tease. She can’t help but smile back this time.
“‘Arm day’ huh?” She mocks. You shrug.
“I don’t know what it’s called…” You try to defend, but at this point she isn’t really listening as her fingers are moving through your folds.
“Mmm…y’feel wet enough to me my love…can I fuck you or y’need something else first?” She asks. You shake your head.
“Just put it in me…please…” You sigh out, and the relief on her face is precious. You can tell…or more…feel how bad Abby wanted this. And so, in the gentlest way known to man, Abby softly guides the strap into you, shoving more and more when she sees how good you take it.
“M’ not gonna move yet…I’ll let you adjust to the feeling of my cock inside you before I….” She hesitates, knowing the rest of the sentence should be ‘fuck you till your screaming.’ “You know.” She decides to say instead. You nod, moving your hips around it slightly for comfort. You nod again, allowing her to continue.
“Alright, you remember the safe word?” You laugh at the question, but her face remains quite serious.
“Yes Abby, I remember the safe word from the past 100 times we’ve had sex this week-“
“I’m being serious.”
“As am I.” You say, and she just sighs. “I’m gonna be rough.” She explains. You smile reassuringly at her.
“Good.”
And with that, she starts slamming up into you, enjoying watching your body get pushed up the wall with each thrust. Still holding you quite well with one hand, Abby pins the other above your head, gripping it tightly.
“Mine.” She says, and you almost don’t hear it.
“Wh…at?” You question, your voice straining with all the movement. She sighs, embarrassed.
“Abb…mmpph…”
“Some. guy.” Abby starts to explain, still fucking you so perfectly. “Talked about you in a way I won’t dignify with words. Wanted to fuck…mmph..” Abby’s still holding you tight. You smile at her.
“M’ yours Abs…I’m all….fucking yours….ohfuck….”
Abby’s moving so hard and fast, pushing up into you in all the right fucking ways.
“You’re my fucking plaything. Can do anything I want to this pretty pussy whenever I want right?”
“Yes Abby.” You tell her, and she digs her nails into your thighs harder, making you moan.
“I fucking love you. Love fucking you too.” Abby continues to say. The sounds of your bodies connecting is so loud, you’re worried other people nearby can hear, but Abby hasn’t cared before and certainly won’t begin to care now.
“Gonna give you my kid…make sure you’re nice and fucking bred by the time I’m done with you.”And there it was. The breeding thing Abby liked to never fucking talk about. Always in denial she was into this kind of thing until she had you like this. Quite literally in a position where you were unable to ask questions.
“Take it…fucking take- mmm…” Abby moans, her voice sounding more high pitched and desperate as she got closer. You weren’t far off either, a few more praises or degradations would have sent you off the edge, you were certain of that.
“Such a good. fucking. girl.” And with that, your eyes shut tightly as you claw into the skin of Abby’s back under her shirt. She leans down to kiss you and you’re moaning into each other for what feels like eons.
She finally lets you down, removing the soaked strap.
“We’re um…probably gonna have to clean that.” Abby remarks, causing you both to laugh.
“You don’t think anyone heard us do you?” You ask her, and she puts her large palms on either side of your face.
“My pretty girl….probably.” She confesses, and you hit her playfully.
“You suck at comforting people you know that?” She tilts her head, leaning into your ear.
Part 9 (unrevised version). Since I've gotten 6 messages and a good bit of asks requesting to view it. Here it is, not in its final form.
You had hoped Monday would have treated you better than the past two days, but walking up to your shop in the pouring rain to already see a body standing outside waiting wasn't a good sign.
Customers who waited outside your shop always made you feel uncomfortable. But when you finally got close enough, you took in the person before you.
"We don't open for another hour." Your voice flat as you fished for your keys.
"I'll wait." Was Kyle's reply.
"Then you'll have to do it outside." You said, the key sliding into the lock. He didn't argue as you shut the door behind you. Didn't even bother knocking when, after thirty minutes, you looked in the window to see that the wind was causing the rain to blow sideways.
You relented. Letting him in thirty minutes earlier. It was a small mercy, even if he was soaked to the bone. You almost felt bad when his chattering teeth were the only thing you could hear.
Almost.
"I take it John told you about our little talk yesterday." You said, going about your business. Engaging in the conversation as if you were talking about the shitty weather that had tried to drown him.
"He did." He gave a sniffle. Running a hand over his beautiful, wet face. Droplets still staking their claim on his skin. "H-he alssso t-t-told us we were on our own in begging for our own f-forgiveness. Ra-ra- rightly s-s-s-so."
You huffed. Guilt beginning to eat at you before you turned, disappearing to the back of the store and coming back with a shirt and a blanket. "You left the shirt here."
He had no shame and wasted no time in taking off his jacket and soaked shirt. His chiseled body exposed to you. It was almost instinct to reach out and touch the soft skin. You luckily possessed some form of self restraint.
"So are you here to promise to make amends as well?" You crossed your arms. You meant it as a sign that you were wanting to create distance, but honestly you didn't trust yourself. It was second nature. Kyle and Johnny were tied when it came to having to always touch you.
Probably why his ghosting sucked so bad.
"I'd like to take you out." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. It wasn't until Kyle's face fell that you realized, "Oh, you're actually serious."
He opened his mouth, ready to no doubt give you the same exact promises of doing better that John had given you the day before. Fortunately for Kyle, you didn't have the time to entertain a conversation.
"Fine." You immediately relented. No argument. "That Indian place where I asked you to go four months ago. Seven. If you manage to figure out which place, then I'll be meeting you there. Otherwise you'll be eating alone."
Kyle stood still. Unprepared for the fact that you had... agreed. You actually agreed to let him take you out.
"I can pick you up."
"Not sure what time I'll be getting off today. Might go home first. Might just go straight there." You started opening tasks again. "I have to finish setting up. Seven sharp.
"Seven sharp." He repeated, his smile lighting up the room.
It made you feel sick.
It was 6:45 when your phone started ringing. It was Kyle. Confirming that he was at the restaurant you were supposed to go.
7:00. He had gotten the two of you a table. He'll go ahead and order you a drink. They had mango lassi, but wasn't sure if you wanted to stick to just water.
7:15 He tries calling you. When it goes to voicemail, a follow up text is sent asking if you're okay.
At 7:20, while sitting on the couch you text back. Sorry. Something came up. We'll reschedule, I promise.
If you knew giving them a taste of their own medicine felt so good, you would have done it ages ago. You felt no since of shame in sending it. You hated being petty, but you wanted them to know what it felt like.
John had a lot more of verbal outbursts coming his way and if Johnny was hoping for a chance, he would be lucky if you had sex with him again before marriage.
Ten minutes later, on the dot, there was a knocking on your door. Your food had arrived. Blindly, you opened the door. Only instead of the take out you had delivered, Kyle stood there. Yet again soaked to the bone and this time out of breath.
"How did you know I was here?" Was the first thing that had come into your mind. If anything, he would have went by the shop first, but no. He came here. You weren't the type to deviate from a schedule, but christ. Simon at your date and then the club. John at the shop on your day off. Now this. "I swear to fucking god this fucking stalking-"
"Easy now, Love. No one's stalking you." Bullshit.
Absolute bullshit. They were military. Really important and special connections type of military, but this was bullshit. They were keeping tabs on you somehow.
"I know for a fucking fact that place is only ten minutes away. So you didn't have time to check out my store-- where I should be-- before coming here. So I'm going to ask you again, how did you know I was here?"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Stalking. We're stalking you." Kyle was lying. We he nodded like a bobblehead, you knew whatever was coming out of his mouth was bullshit. The first time you confirmed it was after Johnny had volunteered to make haggis. Kyle told him it was good, no doubt hoping to spare his feelings.
"Kyle." You warned, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. He paused as if trying to form another lie, but coming up short. Sighing in defeat, he confessed.
"Blocking us didn't stop you from sharing your location." In that moment, you could have strangled him. They had been still using your location. Something you had given them as a way to find you if you ever needed help. Now those assholes were using it for their own benefit.
"Son of a-" you shut your mouth. "I can't do this with you right now, okay?" You didn't confess that your publisher had asked for a last minute zoom call in the middle of your busiest work hour to see how you felt about doing a few meet and greets, all expenses paid.
Good news, but still... overwhelming. You still felt like an imposter. That you didn't deserve the hype you were getting. Your story wasn't that good. Your characters didn't hold much depth.
"Everything okay?" You didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to give him the chance to offer the reassurance you desperately needed for something he had no idea about.
"Why?" You asked, changing the subject. "I just want to know why? With John I get that the job gets stressful and needing someone to take-"
"No," he finished. "That's not an excuse. It's a reason. Not an excuse." His jaw clenched. "There is no excuse for how any of us treated you."
"Then what was your reason?" you asked. "I'm finding it very hard that someone who quite actively avoided me suddenly wants to get back together."
"I slacked off?" He shrugged. "I figured there were four of us and if I wasn't able to be there, it wouldn't make a difference."
"If you're just going to lie, Kyle, there is no point in continuing this conversation." You go to close the door only for his hand to stop you.
He stands there, looking at the ground. Even from the this angle you can see him take his bottom lip between his teeth.
He's nervous.
You step back. Giving him the option of coming in and saying it is whatever it is he needs to stay. He may be an ass like the rest of them, but this isn't exactly a conversation you want to have in the hallway for your nosey neighbors to hear.
He takes the silent invitation. Walking in and not speaking until you click the door shut. "You want the truth?" His voice is soft, but there is something else behind it. Anger?
"No," you say sardonically. "Please. Lie to me." He sighed, but didn't say anything. You were exhausted. The past few days had been a back-to-back rollercoaster of emotions. You were drained. You didn't have it in you for this right now. "Kyle-"
"I thought you only kept asking because you felt bad for me." He said the words so quickly, it took you a moment to process them. He thought.... you felt bad for him? "Like you were still trying to include me even if you didn't want to."
"Why?" Was the only thing you could come up with. You didn't have the energy to try to come up with your own reasoning for his admission.
"Don't think I don't know how I am compared to the them." He scoffed. You always knew the hierarchy of their work, even if you didn't know all the details. John was at the top. Captain and head bitch in charge. Simon was the lieutenant with Johnny and Kyle as Sergeants. Kyle was the youngest of the group by two years, but still. What was there to compare?
"So you're not a Captain or Lieutenant?" you shrug. "Johnny is the same rank as you. And you are the youngest and I'm sure with time you'll get to a position-"
"Black!" He said. "I'm black. I am the only fucking black guy not only in this relationship. I'm the only black guy in the 141, in the unit."
When it came to Kyle, black was the last thing you thought of. You thought of his soft brown eyes or house his hands felt so smooth against your body. How his smile could light up the room and how beautiful, how head-turning gorgeous he was. "I'm just an after thought in everything else regarding the 141, why would you be any different?"
"Ky," you were going to be sick. Was this how he really felt? With you? With the others? With work? "You know I don't feel that way, right?"
"Do you remember that time we went out? That french place?" How could you forget. The maître d' had asked Kyle to put a card on a tab before the two of you were even seated. At first you thought it was preposterous. Why would you make patrons at a fine dining restaurant do that? This wasn't a pub for Christ sakes. Kyle told you not to worry about it and handed over a card.
The two of you never went back.
"Oh my god." It dawned on you. "When they asked for your card..."
"I..." he sucked in a breath. Trying to keep his composure. "It was fucking humiliating. I was a man dressed to the fucking nines with a gorgeous girl on my arm and before I even got the chance to blow my money, I was treated like I couldn't afford it. It wasn't because of what I was wearing or who I was with. It was because of me. Of who I was. Who I am."
"Kyle," words escaped you. Nothing in that moment to reassure him that it never dawned on you. That it stupidly never dawned on you how there were times that people did look at him different. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. That you were just as important and lovable and respectable as the others. That you loved him just as much. Words failed you. All you could say say was, "I'm so sorry."
He swallowed, before taking in harsh breath through his nose. "It's not an excuse. I got wrapped up in my own stupid fucking head about how other people looked at me, I forgot it only mattered how you did."
"And you did." You said, aching to reach out. To touch him. Offer some comfort. Hating that he ever felt like he wasn't enough. Knowing the feeling all too well. Even if he was the one to make you feel it. "You did matter to me."
"I know." He said. You were thankful he said it clearly. Not shrugging his shoulders or nodding his head as he spoke. "I'll do anything to matter to you again." He took your hands in his, even though they had ached to hold you closer. But he knew not to test his luck. "If you want to press restart and let's take it back to the very beginning, I'll do that. I will court you and woo you and make you fall in love with me all over again because I will never fall out with you. I can't."
You weren't prepared for this. You had prepared to leave Kyle waiting in a restaurant alone. Now your heart ached in your chest at the idea of letting him ever think he wasn't enough because of the color of his skin.
"It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow or next week or next fucking month." He squeezed your hands the same way had John had. With the exact same intensity and promise. "Just let me try again. I won't let you down this time. I'll put in the work."
"I don't want you to feel like you have to work to make this relationship work, Kyle." You protest, wanting to pull your hands away. Free from the spell his touch had seem to be putting you under.
He smiled. Not enough to show off his teeth, but enough where have of his face lifted up. "It's not the type of work with long hours and a shit commute. Loving you is the same kind of work an artist puts into making a masterpiece. Pouring everything into it and getting something beautiful in return."
Before you could comprehend it, your face was wet. "Kyle." Your lips quivered, a sob threatening to come out. "I never felt like I needed to spend time with you, Ky." You sniffled. "I fucking wanted to. I missed you." You were so close. You needed to reel it in. Get it together.
"I just didn't understand how you could." His confession broke any restraint you had. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to subdue your cries. When Kyle pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around you, you allowed yourself to crumble.
Not even for yourself, but for him.
For the kind heart you now knew broke with every sideways glance from passer-byes. For the hateful and prejudice world you lived in and for how they could overlook such a wonderful man just because of something as basic as the color of his skin.
You weren't sure how long you stood crying. You weren't certain if the knock on the door behind him actually happened or something your mind had conjured to try and pull you from your fit.
Eventually you did pull away from him. Your face covered in snot and tears. Seeing that you still were in need of it, Kyle pulled you back to him, only this time your face wasn't buried into his shirt.
You stood there. His arms wrapped around your back while yours found their home around his waist.
"I used to love when you would come back to my place directly from base as soon as you got back from a deployment." You said, breaking the silence. "I would be waiting like a kid on Christmas waiting to see what trinket made you think of me. You made me feel like even though we were so far away, you still thought about me."
"Always." He said, before his lips pressed against the top of your head. "Not a day I didn't miss being here with you."
The two of you eventually settled down on the couch. Both on opposite ends with a hot cup of tea in your hands and the array of take out containers half empty. You had planned for a night of eating your feelings so there was luckily enough food for two.
"I don't want to say no." You admitted. "But I need time. Before I even think about saying yes to all of this again."
"Not all of this," he reminded. "Just me. I'm doing my part in groveling, let the others figure it out. Or at least that's just what Price told us. Although you would be doing all of us a favor if you talked to Johnny?" Your ears perked up. You hadn't seen or heard from Johnny since Friday.
"What's wrong with Johnny?" You asked.
"Lad didn't cope well with you going on your date." Not that you had fucked him and said it was a mistake.... or maybe he kept that tidbit to himsle.f
"It wasn't a-" you started.
"I know," he said. "Simon happened to be nearby." You shot him a look, letting him know you weren't buying that lie, before he continued. "But he didn't. Fuck you're lucky we were able to drag him out of your apartment before you got back and he made an even bigger fool of himself."
"What are you talking about?" You asked. "What do you mean by drag?"
"Johnny called Simon. Told him you were on a date and to bring your ass back. Although you had made it a point to fuck him and leave-- absolutely no judgement, by the way-- he was going to make it a point to never leave your bed."
"My top sheet..." You had come home to your comforters and pillows on the floor. When making up your bed, the top sheet was missing. You had just assumed you didn't put it on or maybe it was in the wash.
"Refused to put his clothes back on. Me and John couldn't risk carrying a naked, screaming Scot through the streets without making a spectical. So we rolled him up and carried him of like a rug. A very heavy, squirmy rug."
"Oh," your hand flew to your chest. "Johnny." He was the bleeding heart of the group so you weren't exactly surprised. He was also the one who blew up shit, so he was definitely one for dramatics. "So that's how Simon figured out about dinner. But the drinks-"
"Whenever Simon is home, he's your shadow. The only time we don't worry about you is when we know he's with you." That made you roll your eyes.
"You act like he's my guard dog."
"He is."
"Is not." You defended, your conversation from Saturday night coming back to you.
"You're not my body guard, Simon." You snapped.
"Not trying to be," he said. "I was never trying to be."
"He's not." you said again.
"You're right." Kyle relented, shrugging his fucking shoulders.
"You're saying that like you're just not trying to argue with me." He took a sip of your tea. "Kyle!" He sighed before looking at you as if the last thing he wanted to do was continue on the subject.
"He is." He said. "Your guard dog."
"I mean he protects me, but all of you do." He shakes his head, a huff of air going out of his nose, almost amused.
"Not like Simon." He admits it almost as if he were ashamed. "I want to say something." He said it as if he were preparing you for the next words to come out of his mouth would change the course of the night. "I need to say it because it would make me less of a man and even less of a friend if I didn't. But I don't want you to hate me or yourself for it."
Why would you hate yourself for it?
"Fine." you agreed, giving him permission to continue. "I won't hold it against you."
"You were always the one to coordinate things to do. One-on-one dates. Helping John with paperwork when shit got to crazy and you were the only one the uptight asshole would let touch his files." You gave a small smile remembering how John had barked at a recruit to get the fuck out of his office before peppering you with kisses at your arrival. Giving small pecks of appreciation as he explained what he needed you to do and how to do it.
"Helping me after my shoulder injury and staying on my ass about the physical therapy."
"Well someone had to." You countered.
"This past Christmas when Johnny needed to get his sisters gifts so you made a whole day out of it going to see lights and ice skating." Johnny was the proud owner of a freshly bruised tailbone after landing flat on his ass and swearing off skating for the rest of his life. Feckin' ice.
"Okay?" You asked, not really sure where Kyle was headed for this. He had pointed out what a good girlfriend you were, had been. How you had always tried to be helpful and do whatever needed to help your boys out.
He stopped. He looked at you as if he were debating to tell you what he had warned you about. He looked down at the floor before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.
"Fuck." He muttered.
"Spit it out, Kyle!" You whined, now clueless to what point he was trying to make by all the examples of what a good girlfriend you had been.
He looked at you with the same solemness that a friend looked at another friend before having to call them out on their shit, knowing that the pill they were about to be given would be a hard one to swallow.
Summary: Your dad works in the cartel, so he assigned Valeria to be your bodyguard. Lucky for you she has taken a liking to you and finally acts on it ;)
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/elektricvenus/755505699362127872/take-a-swim-and-get-wetter-pt-2-to
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Additional Tags: Petnames (querida, mi amor, beautiful, baby), porn with plot, no use of y/n, reader is 18+ but assumed a slight age gap between Valeria, fingering (reader!receiving)
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You were bored being stuck inside all day and wanted to change things up. Getting up from your bedroom you go over the Valeria. “Can we please go swimming?” You pout, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. Valeria thought it over since there haven’t been any attacks in a while even if she was slightly concerned because the weather was not the best, but she agreed nonetheless. Valeria wasn’t going to miss out on the chance to see you in a bathing suit—she could watch you regardless. You jump up excited and go change, happy to be doing something.
Once you get there, chills covering your body you jump in as Valeria sits in a chair near by. You are happy to be soaking up the sun until the clouds come over and block the sun, making it pretty cold now. Valeria looks up then at you, “isn’t the water a bit too cold, querida?”
You swim over to the side to talk to her; breaching the water and leaning up over it, your chest coming out of the water. Valeria smirked, watching you as you propped yourself up at the edge of the pool. She couldn’t help but find her very attractive, but she did her best to hide her true feelings. "You're going to get a cold. Your lips are already blue." You move one hand to your lips, I don’t feel that cold”. Valeria raised her eyebrow as she saw you touch your lips, noticing they are already blue from the cold water. "You may not feel cold but your body says something else. Come on, get out of the pool before you end up with hypothermia." You pout at her, not wanting to go back home, “come on you are no fun…” but you get out of the pool anyways, not wanting to prove that she is right, but it was cold.
Valeria rolled her eyes and sighed as she saw you get out of the pool, though she did find your complaining to be very adorable.“I’m not being boring querida, I’m trying to keep you safe and healthy” Valeria said with a chuckle. You roll your eyes and move over to find your towel, “do you see my towel anywhere?” Valeria glanced around and saw a nearby towel sitting on a chair near her. “Yep, there’s one over here. But you know what would be better than a towel..” Valeria said with a sly smirk. You push your hair back, “and what’s that?” Challenging her. Valeria’s smirk widened as she leaned back in her chair. “I was thinking you could use me for warmth instead of that towel” She said as she ran her eyes all over your wet body. Your eyes widen “Val…”
Valeria chuckled as she saw your reaction. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think it would better to use me instead?”As she spoke, Valeria got up from her chair and walked over to you. You look as she sauntered over to you, feeling nervous under her gaze. “I just—“ she is making you nervous and she hasn’t even done anything yet.
Valeria raised her eyebrow as she noticed your behavior. She found your nervousness and shy demeanor very adorable.“You just what, querida?” As Valeria spoke, she stepped closer and gently grabbed your hands in hers. You furrow your brows, “it’s just…are we…can we do this?” You knew what she wanted and you wanted it to, but—
Valeria chuckled as she heard your question, finding you being so worried about appropriateness very endearing. “No need to worry about ‘appropriateness.’ No one else is here, it’s just you and me, beautiful” Valeria said as she intertwined your hands together with her. “But you work for my dad—“ She shushes you “don’t think about that right now, it’s just you and me out here…and right now I’m thinking about you…” You blush, as she steps closer. “So you have thought about me often…hmmm?” “More times than I would like to admit mi amor…you are so alluring—“ You smile at her and she pulls going closer and has her hands resting on your hips. “Do it…” and that was all the confirmation she needed. Valeria closed the distance between you both and pressed her lips against you in a deep kiss. Your lips slot against hers, with her tongue prodding asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You allow her to take full control. Valeria moaned lightly as she gained control of the kiss, their tongues dancing together. Valeria’s arms wrapped around your back and she pulls you closer to her, their curves press and grinding up against each other. Valeria began to move her hand across your body, caressing any part she could reach. “You’re so beautiful querida…” Valeria breathlessly said as she pulled away from the kiss. “I feel like if I don’t touch you enough, I’ll explode.” She then moves you both over to the wall near the house, nipping on your neck leaving marks on your neck as you moan; slowly slotting her knee between your legs. Constantly adding more pressure as you lean your head back on the wall, eyes fluttering…
You begin to grind down into her knee, pulling her in for a kiss. “You’re doing so good for me baby—“ she whispers out. She looks up at you and moves one hand down and slips your bathing suit bottom to the side. This causes you to reach out and grip her hair gasping as she curls her fingers in you. You close your eyes not able to keep up with her, she pulls them out to tease you. Valeria let out a low moan as she sees you close your eyes tighter. She pulled away from the kiss and leaned close to her ear. “That’s it baby, keep your eyes closed.” Even as she said that, Valeria’s finger continued to rub your entrance in circles. She looks up at you and moves her fingers to your clot, you moan out and pull on her hair moving your hips with her hand, “that’s it querida…use me how you need me”. You start to move faster trying to keep up with her and wanting to kiss her and everything, but you falter. Your legs giving out. Valeria’s grins and she increases the pace of her hand slightly, the heel of her hand rubbing against your clit as she puts her fingers back in. She bites down on your neck and beginning to suck and nibble on it.
You start to whine, “Val—please…I”… She smiles wickedly at you and goes even faster “aw mi amor, just let go…let go for me…”
That’s all it takes for you to let go, cumming all over her hand. She lets you catch your breath as she leaves kisses all over you, petting your hair and slowly pulling her fingers out.
You reach out for her, but she moves back some and moves her fingers to her mouth. “I wanted a taste of you…” you whine at how erotic she looks and she moves back and puts her head on your shoulder. “And my baby, I’m not done with you yet…” she then drops to her knees.
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Not proofread, and I haven’t wrote this kind of stuff in a while…definitely Val brainrot right now
