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Tomura gulped, saliva pooling in his mouth as he quickly tapped away at his keyboard, tying in his login details, his leg bouncing as he tried to calm his nerves.
Today was the day.
And he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.
He had been saving up his money for this moment, along with waiting for the right time to pay and to make his humble request.
And when the confirmation email came into his inbox, he was so elated he could practically cry.
“Dear Mr Shigaraki,
Thank you so much for the extra donation! It was so sweet of you to send me so much, I am so grateful <3
And that kind of donation on top of the highest tier subscription?
Honestly speaking you’re spoiling me at this point!
Regarding your question about the whole ‘Private shows’ thing, I usually don’t do any for my personal reasons which I won’t be disclosing, but!
Don’t stop reading yet!
It seems that you’re a long-time fan and an ample donor along with being a personal favourite viewer of mine so I suppose I can make an exception for you, just this once!
Don’t get too cozy though! I’m not used to this sort of thing so I will be nervous, I hope you can handle that <3
In any case, please email me back with the kind of stuff you wanna see, kink wise if you know what I mean, and we can also discuss a time for this show to happen, one that works out for both of us <3
Thank you for all the support handsome, I’ll see you soon yeah?
Yours lovingly, Ari.”
He was so quick to screenshot, download and print the email which now hung up lovingly on his wall.
Was that creepy?
He was just excited! Sue him!
Regardless of if it was seen as creepy or maybe a bit weird of him to do that, he was also very quick to respond with an email back to you.
He ended up writing about what he would like to see from you, and he had to also, sheepishly admit that he did consider asking you out on a date in the email - to grab some coffee or something - but he decided against that.
That might’ve come off as weird, stalkerish or like he was prodding at some sort of parasocial relationship.
And besides, there were more important things to focus on right now...
Speaking off, all the while Tomura was writing the damn thing, he had to seriously ignore how badly his cock was throbbing.
But - today’s the day!
Today is the day, and in about five minutes, it would be the scheduled time that you both arranged for his private show.
He was so excited he couldn’t think straight - like the idea of you, seeing you, hearing you, being around you, was some sort of drug to the man and he was already intensely addicted to it.
You had also gone out of your way and made a post on your page, informing your lovely subscribers, telling them that tonight you wouldn’t be streaming.
Something about being busy or caught up with other work, staying at home to catch up with things.
Some white lie like that.
Tomura knew better though.
He knew exactly why you weren’t streaming for everyone tonight.
It’s because you’re going to be streaming for him tonight instead.
Tomura’s cock throbbed in his sweatpants, and he cursed under his breath.
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You hummed, setting up your camera to face your ass - observing at how the camera quality looked on your screen in front of you as you grabbed your vibrator and your dildo, along with a bottle of oil just in case.
You didn’t really know your client's sexual preferences, so you took some liberty and you began digging, following his purchase history first, looking at the kind of things he bought from you, the content hidden behind paywalls, and then you focused your attention on his viewing history, seeing what kind of streams he tuned into, what made his brain tick and his dick twitch.
And after almost an hour of stalking it seemed that he tuned in for pretty much anything and everything, nothing in particular, it looked like he wasn't steered in a particular way.
Oral, fingering, vibrators, bondage, cream pies.
The list was practically endless.
It was anything and everything, it's like his preference wasn’t a specific kink, but his preference was just… you.
All of you.
And he never specified in the email, just saying that “Anything was fine, really.” when you tried to pick his brain on what sort of thing turned him on.
You sighed, nervously pulling at your sheer tights, rubbing your thighs together.
Well.
The time you had arranged with your client was coming up.
A small moan left your lips as you stretched, popping a bone in your shoulder as you reached over, tapping away on your screen.
“Where is the damn button… oh hey he’s already in the room? Must’ve been waiting for a while I think? That’s sweet…”
You trailed off, to be completely honest with yourself, it was incredibly obvious that you had developed something like a crush on the man, which was definitely weird to say out loud... seeing as you haven’t seen him… and because you’re a sex worker… there could be a very likely chance… that he could just be using you for your body… and to be honest… you knew nothing about him.
But it was the way he’s so interested in you… watching all of your streams… or maybe he was a horny guy who wanted nothing other than your body.
But you still held out hope for something… maybe you would be able to talk to him after the show?
You had also secretly waited for him to show up in your streams every week, and you couldn't help but giggle when you saw his user in your chat, trying to make conversation and donating.
God he really was adorable.
And sure, maybe you didn’t know him now but who knows maybe you would soon? Fate really was such a weird and tricky thing.
Well, he seemed to be waiting in any case.
With a shrug you hit the join button.
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Tomura sat in his chair, nervously playing with the strings of his hoodie, and when he was finally able to join the call, he practically leaped out of his seat, quickly pressing on the button to join.
Your body - that was just as breathtaking as he remembered - laid out on the screen for him - just him - to stare at.
To drool over.
To worship.
Like a dog.
Just him.
God, he adored every part of you, most people didn’t appreciate you the way he did. Most people saw you as some sort of tool.
To help them get off and then leave the moment they were done.
Not him.
Tomura would stick around, with half lidded, love filled, lazy eyes as he gazed at you. He would watch the viewer numbers trickle down.
Until it was just him.
Poor little Tomura, with his heart on his sleeve.
You would always smile softly and thank him for staying. You would thank him.
Him!
Well, more like his handle but still!
It was something.
Sometimes he would ask you about your day while you quietly made the room private, letting you both have some one-on-one time together.
It was little moments like this that made him so infatuated in the first place.
You liked to read, dabbled in writing. He knew your coffee order by heart now, even if you only brought it up twice.
You liked animals and the simple things in life.
He felt like he understood you, more than anyone else that he's ever met.
Tomura’s finger hovered over his mouse, the ‘unmute’ button lay so tantalising. He could talk to you. Like- to properly talk to you, instead over chat.
But God he was so nervous.
“Can you hear me?” You spoke into the mic, a small smile tugging on your lips as he quickly shot to his keyboard to type out a response that yes - he could hear you.
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You hummed, moving out of the camera’s focus for a minute, before plopping yourself in front of it, sitting and facing the device head on. You could save all the sexy stuff for later and knowing him - the man wouldn’t really mind anyways.
A giggle escaped your lips as you read his response. “Alright, that's great! Thank you again for all the money by the way. You really didn’t have to.”
‘I wanted to.’
“I mean yeah I figured.” you felt a warmth creep up your neck. “But still, I can be grateful for my most loyal follower.”
You shot the camera with a teasing smirk. “Are you sure you’re not seeing anyone else? That would just break my heart, you know?” You gave him a fake pout, truth be told you expected him to seek out other people, it's not like he had any obligation to watch your content only.
Though it might sting a little. Maybe just a little… okay maybe a lot. Maybe it would sting a lot. But he was so sweet, how could you not get just the tiniest bit attached, he was kind and sweet, never demanded anything and heck he stayed around after to ask about your day!
And from the tiny little conversations and titbits of information you were able to gather from your conversations with him, he was adorable.
Your favourite viewer wasn’t too much of a social type, opting instead to stay home, he had a love for coding and video games, he told you about the manga he read and his sketchbook as well.
He liked dogs too, you remembered this quite fondly as he would talk about his dog, Mon, with so much fondness it made your heart melt.
So, what if you had a soft spot for the man, any reasonable person would have one too!
‘No! No never! Just you. Nobody else. They’re not you so I don’t care about them. You’re leagues above them.’
Your heart melted and you cooed at the camera. “Gosh you’re adorable I could just eat you right up!”
You rested your cheek in your palm, gazing fondly at the screen, and hopefully, at the man behind it.
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Tomura was definitely getting more and more nervous as the time progressed. He was not good at this, and pretty people made the man nervous!
His blue hair obstructed his field of vision as he leaned in and he cursed, pushing it away from his eyes.
“Say… Do you wanna like chat chat? Before I start?”
Your question threw the man off guard.
‘What do you mean?’
“What do I mean?” You giggled.
Tomura’s cock throbbed.
“I mean don’t you wanna unmute? That way it’s easier for both of us…” You rubbed your thighs together.
“I mean that way I don’t have to keep checking know. I can just focus on feeling good, same with you, you don’t have to be concerned with typing… just feeling as good.”
It sounded like a good idea. But in practice.
‘What would I even say!’
“If you want, I could lead the conversation?” You pressed, hoping that maybe you could catch a few words out of the man.
Tomura swallowed and pressed the ‘Unmute’ button on his screen.
“Uhm…”
He croaked out.
“I would… uh appreciate that.”
He mumbled out.
Oh god this was a terrible idea, what if he sounded like a loser? What if you were totally not into him? Did he blow it? Did he just officially blow the one chance with the prettiest girl since like - forever?
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You were so close to cumming in your pants.
Fuck his voice was so hot. Who needs toys or anything. Just having this man whispering into your ear would keep you satisfied for years.
“Holy shit your voice is hot.”
What.
-
What.
Tomura froze, like he was just dunked into an ice bath. A confused grin spread across his face, “Uh… I’m sorry?”
“I- I mean! Like! Your voice is really nice y’know!” You laughed off, clearly flustered.
Hearing you laugh, eased his nerves entirely. “Your laugh is nice…” He trailed off.
You smiled back at the camera, “Thank you… Although I do think we should start on what you paid for now. It would be a bit of a dick move if I just talked the whole time and you wasted all that money on nothing.”
‘If it’s time spent with you then it’s not being wasted.’
“Mhm…” He nodded, adjusting himself in his pants.
“Alrighty! Now I know your handle is ‘Gamer_Duster”, but I seriously doubt that… well I doubt that’s your actual name.” You snorted. “If you want, I can moan out a name you want, it could be yours, it could be an alias. Doesn’t bother me too much.” You shrugged as Tomura sat there, bringing one of the hoodie’s strings up to his mouth, chewing softly on the fabric - a habit he picked up a while ago - one he did when he was deep in thought.
“Yeah… Uh…”
You hummed, smiling softly. “It doesn’t have to be your actual name if you really don’t wanna.”
“No! I mean I wanna I just…” He paused. “Tomura.”
“Tomura?” You tested the name on your tongue.
He nodded before realising that you couldn’t see him, instead clearing his throat, “Y-Yeah! Uh is that okay?”
You nodded, taking your position, pussy facing the camera. “Yeah Tomura. Now what is it that you want to start with, hm?”
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Tomura swallowed the saliva that was pooling in his mouth. “Oh… wow…” he sighed softly, watching you with half lidded eyes. “Hm… nothing yet, just feather light touches yeah? Make yourself feel all nice before you start, foreplay, right?”
He still wasn’t too knowledgeable on the terms, he wasn’t insecure of himself because he was a virgin, there was nothing wrong with being inexperienced, but the lack of experience did come with the slight downfall of not really knowing how to begin things.
You had usually skipped all the foreplay in your streams, since your usual viewers would prefer tuning in where action was occurring, nobody really wanted to watch you get yourself in the mood.
Well.
With one obvious exception.
“Of course… Tomura.”
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Tomura almost groaned out loud when he watched you press a finger against your clothed pussy, watching you drag it back and forth, dampening the fabric sticking to it.
What he would give to actually be there, to taste you on his tongue, to fuck you, to have you rob him of his purity, to be yours, to have you as his.
“Fuck…” he cursed, gripping the leather of his chair as you giggled, the sound barely caught by the mic as you stepped out of your panties, tossing them aside.
“What’s next Tomu?”
The nickname made a flurry of butterflies erupt in his stomach, and he had to stop himself from giggling like a schoolboy.
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“Oh! Er… Hm… the vibrator? The baby blue one? Do you still have that one?” He had to rack his head for a moment, but he remembered, it was a toy that appeared in a few streams, but after a while it disappeared which was a shame because the man really liked that vibrator.
“Oh yeah! It wasn’t very popular on stream, so I stopped using it on there, but it’s my favourite so I use it for myself…” You mumbled, digging through the box of toys. “Found it!”
You grin triumphantly, like you had found some secret hidden treasure, and not a baby blue bullet vibrator.
“Okay great! Now press it to your clit.” Tomura smiled, tugging his cock out of his pants.
“Do you even know where that is?” You raised your eyebrow, a teasing grin on your lips, pressing the toy slightly below your clit.
“Higher.”
“Okay so maybe you do know your stuff.” You mumbled, lifting the toy up and pressing it against your clit, making you mewl out in pleasure, tipping your head back.
The sound, making the man on the other line groaning out in tandem.
“Are you touching yourself yet?” You panted, rubbing the vibrator against your pussy.
“N… no.” He sounded almost breathless.
So cute!
“Sorry you just sounded so fucking good I seriously couldn’t help myself.”
You gripped the sheets, the vibrations making your skin tingle. “Don’t even worry about it…” You sighed. “I mean your voice almost made me cream my panties the first time you spoke to me.” You sighed.
This is so nice, I like him so much.
“Really?” he sounded almost surprised, equally as surprised and breathless.
“Mnh! Mhm… Yeah… it just sounds so nice… so raspy, so nice…” You could practically melt right now, into your sheets.
“You look like you’re about to cum right now.” he pointed out, voice teasing.
You grinned, “Yeah… Do you want me to?”
“Mhm. I’d be rude not to let you finish, no? I thought I had to hold out and make you finish first.” His voice sounded confused.
“Fuck baby that’s so sweet of you Tomu… But if you fucked someone like me… I don’t think you’d last a minute.” You pulled your lip in between your teeth as you looked down, thighs shaking and sweat dripping down your body.
“I don’t wanna fuck someone like you.”
You moaned out as you cummed, his name on your tongue as you rode out your waves of pleasure.
“I want to fuck you.”
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His words echoed in your head as your thighs twitched, letting your body adjust to all the chemicals that were frying your brain right now.
‘He wants to fuck me!’
A giddy smile tugged at your lips.
He pants on the other line; he sounds almost spent now.
“Cmon Tomu. We’re not stopping here baby. We’re gonna go all night. You really put in a hefty amount of money into this, and I intend on making use of every moment you paid for.”
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Your thighs shook, tears dripping down your cheeks as you choked on your breath, dildo thrusting against the one spot that made your knees weak and your head spin. Four orgasms later and this might be the one that might leave you passing out on call with the man - who judging by his own strained and panting voice - was also bone dead exhausted - his poor cock was clearly spent by now.
You couldn’t even feel the buildup this time, but you certainly felt the way your mind numbing orgasm ripped through you and lit your body on fire, leaving you stammering out Tomura’s name with a wracked sob, squirting on the plastic toy, coating your tights - or what was left of them - and your sheets in slick.
You could hear Tomura’s groan and curse as he also blew his final load in tandem with you.
At this point, you were so exhausted you practically collapsed on top of your bed, pathetically gripping at the sheets as you winced, the fake dick pressing against you in an uncomfortable position.
Reaching down you eased the toy out of you, whimpering as it fell back against your thigh.
You were sticky, tired and spent.
“Fuck that was so hot.”
Tomura groaned over the line, sounding equally as breathless and exhausted as you felt.
You heard rustling on the other end; the sound of tissues being pulled out of a tissue box made it obvious that he was cleaning up.
You needed to get up and start cleaning up yourself, but you were so tired you could barely get up.
“Are you gonna… y’know?”
“Clean up? Yeah… eventually.” You mumbled, blinking slowly.
“What? Well, I mean yeah obviously you’d have to clean up - I mean I figured you were going to be.” His voice was taking on that signature soft, nervous tone. “I uh just wanted to know if you were going to stay on the… call? I guess you could call it that. The stream? Video?”
You chuckled softly, heart fluttering at his words. “Yeah, I’ll stay on the call with you Tomu. You still just haven’t asked me about my day. Just give me a moment to rest and I’ll get up to cleaning all this shit… and then we can chat away.” You sighed, rolling over, wincing when your warm body touched the cold fluids that laid on top of your sheets. Thank God you were prepared for messy sheets and had placed some thin plastic covering underneath your sheets to avoid getting anything on your mattress.
“Uh yeah of course! I just wanted to know if you uhm… were like y’know… down to get a coffee sometime soon? I mean I kind of know what city you live in because you’ve mentioned some landmarks and stuff like that during one of our chats and I actually live really close by I’d literally just have to catch the train and stuff so maybe you would wanna get like a drink or something with me? Oh, and it sounds like I’ve been stalking you I promise I haven’t if you don’t wanna because of that I completely understand that makes perfect sense why you wouldn’t want to do something like that!”
He was such an enthusiastic, nervous and fast talker that it took you a moment to process it all.
“I would love to go out on a date with you Tomura.”
The man let out the loudest sigh of relief on the other end.
I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want it to break
he always wants his face between your thighs. morning? before breakfast. after training? shower sex aka tongue first. night? he’ll fall asleep there, with his mouth buried and your thighs locked around his ears.
he growls when you try to push him away. you’re overstimulated, crying, shaking. and he just smirks, grabs your hips, and keeps going. “nah. you’re not fuckin’ done. gimme another.”
he grabs your thighs and drags you down the bed like you weigh nothing. “sit on my face, baby. don’t make me ask again.”
tongue like a demon. he licks everywhere. flat and broad strokes. then sharp, fast flicks. sucks your clit into his mouth like he’s trying to make you scream.
he slaps your thigh when you’re being too quiet. “don’t fuckin’ hold back. let me hear how good i’m makin’ you feel.”
eye contact. unbroken. smirking. cocky. he looks up through his lashes while he’s licking you like a meal. “that’s right. you look so fuckin’ pretty when you fall apart for me.”
he jerks himself off while eating you out. because it gets him off to make you cum. and he’ll blow his load untouched just from your sounds alone.
has zero problem edging you. gets you right to the edge then pulls back just to watch you cry. “aww. you wanna cum that bad? then fuckin’ beg for it.”
he loves making you cum with just his mouth. multiple times. will not stop until you’re shaking, twitching, soaked. and even then, he’ll keep sucking. “told you. my tongue’s better than anything else you’ve ever had.”
after? his chin is slick, his voice is gravel, and he kisses you with your own taste on his tongue. “you taste like fuckin’ heaven. bet i could live on this.”
if you ever ask him to sit back and let you return the favor? he’ll smirk and say, “only if i get to finish inside that pretty mouth.”
izuku midoriya—when he realizes you love being pampered, he gets shy at first, blushing like mad, stuttering his way through kissing down your body. but that eager, service-top switch flips in him fast. “you don’t have to do anything, baby. just lie back for me, okay?” he praises every gasp, every moan he pulls from you, like worship. and when he makes you come hard without lifting a finger? that proud little smile he hides in your neck is everything.
katsuki bakugo—his first reaction? a smirk, low and sharp.“tch. figures. lazy ass.” but god, he loves it. loves how pretty and wrecked you look beneath him, your only job being to take it. “spread your legs. let me do the fuckin’ work.” he kisses your ankle on the way up. leaves bruises on your thighs. spits in your mouth. he’s the kind of man who’ll ruin you completely and then mutter. “princess treatment, huh? good. ’cause i wasn’t planning to let you move anyway.”
denki kaminari—lights up when he figures it out. “you mean i get to do all the work and watch you melt for me? best day ever.” denki is enthusiastic. loves trying new positions, oral, toys. anything that lets you stay soft and spoiled under him. and when you whimper that it’s too much, too good? “c’mon, sweetheart, you’re doing amazing. just let me take care of you.” he kisses your belly, your thighs, your soul if he could.
eijiro kirishima—he melts. like, melts. you want him to handle it all? babe, say less.“that’s seriously cute, though. you just wanna be spoiled?” he whispers sweet things the whole time, all tender touches and strong hands. he’ll pull your legs over his shoulders and keep eye contact as you fall apart.“you’re my girl. my princess. i’ll always take care of you.” and if you ever try to reciprocate, he kisses your hands and tells you he loves it when you’re the one getting loved on.
hanta sero—“wait, for real?” he laughs. “you just want me to do everything?” but damn if he doesn’t rise to the challenge. loves putting in the work. loves seeing you all needy and sweet, fisting the sheets while he devours you for hours.“you’re so hot like this, babe. i could do this every night.” he teases, flirts, gets cocky, but the aftercare? wrapped in his arms, him whispering, “i love spoiling you. you deserve it.”
hitoshi shinsou—he smirks when he realizes. rolls his eyes, but he’s already positioning you exactly how he wants. “of course you’re a pillow princess.” but then he leans down, voice low and warm. “good. let me make you feel everything.” he’s slow, thorough, and mean in the best way, denying your orgasm just to edge you longer, kissing your pulse and smirking at your whines. “look at you… just lying there, shaking for me.” and when it’s over, he presses his forehead to yours and murmurs,“you’re mine. every inch. always.”
shouta aizawa—aizawa simply nods when you admit it. no judgment, no surprise. “i figured,” he says. “you like being taken care of.” then he shows you what that really means. he goes slow, methodical. mouth and hands dragging along every inch of you, never once rushing. “you don’t have to lift a finger. just feel.” he’ll tie your wrists with his scarf if you squirm too much, just to keep you pliant and trembling. “let me do all the work, sweetheart. that’s what i’m here for.”
keigo takami—“oh, you’re that kind of girl?” he purrs, tilting his head. “cute.” keigo lives to spoil. that teasing, dirty charm comes out full force. “you wanna be my lazy little baby? fine. just sit back and let me make you cry.” he kisses your inner thighs, makes you come with just his mouth, murmurs filth in your ear while holding your hips down. “i’ll fuck you like a gift i get to unwrap every night.” he likes you helpless. and he’s so good at making you stay that way.
dabi—laughs. cackles, honestly. “god, of course you are.” but then? he’s obsessed. presses your legs open and never looks away. “don’t move. don’t talk. just take it.” he’s rough, messy, and fully unhinged in the way he fucks you when you’re acting like his perfect little toy. “you like being spoiled, huh? like being mine.” and when it’s over, he lets you curl up on his chest while he lights a cigarette and mutters: “princesses get what they want. you’re lucky i like you.”
tomura shigaraki—blushes hard. like full flush from ears to chest. “you mean… you don’t wanna do anything?” but when he settles into it, he gets hooked. seeing you laid out just for him? that shit short-circuits his brain. “you trust me that much?” gentle at first. tender. but then needy and desperate, grinding into you while holding your hips like a lifeline. “i’ll give you everything,” he pants. “just stay still. let me take care of you.”
thinkin' very hard about big bunny bakugou, longing for him actually,, big bunny bakugou who periodically stomps his foot on the ground when he's mad at you just to jump scare you into paying attention and apologise to him. you look up so startled because instead of a cute little rabbit thumb it's an actual thud and then you look at his stupid little scrunched up face all pouty n ears twitching. his eyes dart towards you a few times but he won't say nothin', just sittin' there hufin'. he looks so stupidly cute even while he literally hulks over you.
big bunny bakugou who nudges you a bunch when he knows he made you mad this time. he just hates when you get mad at him so bad, already floppy ears drooping over his face when he nudges your arms and grabs the back of your head to press it to his in a soft little head butt. his eyebrows still contorted slightly, frowning softly at you wordlessly is his way of begging you to forgive him. and of course, you do, and he's alllll over you then. rubbing against you and grabbing your hands to place them on his cheeks so he can scent your palms. except he's lowkey gets too giddy about it and nudges your heads so hard he has to grip onto you because you keep trying to move away from him. you think rabbits probably shouldn't growl but yours does and you wouldn't change it for the world unfortunately <3
You innocently show Rin "techniques" for tall guy/short girl couples, excitedly describing positions like it's a fun discovery— while he silently dies inside, fighting his arousal.
You practically slam the door open, holding your phone up like you've found gold.
"Rin!! You won't believe what I just learned!"
He blinks from the couch, where he's quietly reading something tactical-looking, probably a match breakdown or something only elite athletes and clinically serious people like Rin understand.
You barrel straight toward him.
He sets his tablet down just in time for you to throw yourself onto the couch beside him, cross-legged, eyes shining.
"I found solutions," you declare, eyes glittering.
"...Solutions?" he echoes slowly.
You grin like you've discovered a war strategy. "For us!"
He stares.
You start scrolling through your phone with one hand and start listing with the other like a professor giving a lecture. "Okay so— apparently there are actual techniques for tall guy/short girl couples when they wanna— y'know..."
Rin's eyes narrow.
"...Make love, become intimate physically-"
You say the last part with a giggle, not meeting his eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, but you're too excited to stop.
"You know," you continue, still scrolling, "I was super worried because I'm like here—" you gesture at chest level, "and you're like way up there.""
...I'm aware," Rin mutters.
"But this article says you can totally make it work!" you chirp.
He raises an eyebrow.
You turn the screen toward him and swipe through diagrams far too enthusiastically.
"See this one? That's called the pillow lift position— you just stack up a few pillows and I'd get extra height. Genius, right?"
Rin slowly turns his head toward you.
You're practically bouncing.
"Oh— and this one is called the lap wrap! You sit, and I— well, I just sort of hang on like a cute backpack."
You laugh at your own words. "It's like aggressive koala cuddling. Except sexy."
Rin is speechless, he doesn't know how to react. But you're to excited to notice that.
"Oh and this one? In this one you'll be in control wow and it seems really intimate. I'm talking about missionary! It's my favourite because I want you to be in control."
Rin's face is slowly losing color.
You're still giggling, swiping through positions like you're browsing recipes. "I mean I could be in control, but it just feels more natural if you handle everything. And I wouldn't even have to tiptoe to kiss you because— look— I'd just climb up or lay down and—"
You finally glance up.
"Y/n."
His voice is low.
Dangerously low.
"...What?"
Rin is staring at you with the intensity of a man hanging on by a thread.
His hands are clasped tightly together in his lap.
You blink. "Did I say something weird?"
He doesn't answer.
Instead, he clears his throat, looks away, and breathes out through his nose like he's trying to do yoga breathing in before a penalty shot.
You tilt your head. "Rin?"
Still no answer.
You frown. "Wait— did I say too much?"
He finally turns to you, eyes darker than before.
"You were talking about sex positions for ten minutes straight," he says, voice strained. "You described yourself wrapping around me like a backpack. You said you don't want to be in control. And you said it all while laughing and swinging your legs like you were planning a birthday party."
You pause. "Did you wanted me to say cowgirl, doggy style and missionary instead of describing them in a fun way?"
"Jesus Christ, Y/N!"
Rin snaps and cover his face with his hands making your entire face turn red too.
"Oh…" You mumble.
"Yeah."
"You're mad?" you ask quietly.
You bite your lip.
A very long silence follows.
He exhales and removes his hands, staring right into your eyes. "No."
"You're... uncomfortable?"
"No."
You stare harder.
He's doing that thing where his jaw ticks and his leg bounces slightly— a telltale sign he's trying not to act on impulse.
And suddenly—You gasp, horrified.
"Rin. Are you... are you turned on?"
He groans and drops his head into his hands again. "Oh my god."
You slap your hands over your mouth.
"Rin I'm sorry—!"
"You just described multiple ways to climb me like a tree," he mutters darkly.
You squeak, trying to hide your laugh.
"While sitting cross-legged. In my hoodie. With your thighs right there."
You scoot back slightly, flustered. "I didn't mean it that way!! I was just excited that we— y'know— could do things if we ever wanted!"
"Stop talking."
"I mean not that I was planning to do anything—!"
"Y/n-"
"Just like. One day. In the far future. Possibly in a parallel universe—"
He grabs a pillow and throws it over his lap.
You freeze.
"...Wait. Is it that bad?"
After a moment, he exhales, gets up — still holding the pillow— and starts walking away.
He glares at you.
You go absolutely red and hide behind your phone.
You peek over the top. "Where are you going?"
"To get ice."
"...For what?"
He stops in the doorway and turns halfway back.
"For my self-control."
Bonus:
Later that night, you curl into him cautiously, still embarrassed.
"...I didn't mean to tease you," you mumble.
He doesn't say anything— just tugs you closer, your head resting under his chin.
After a beat, he mutters, "So. That lap wrap one."
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“You don’t have to, like… sit on me or anything.”
Bakugo said it while you were already halfway into his lap.
You froze—halfway between kneeling on his bed and planting your ass right on his thighs.
“…Should I not?” you asked, suddenly unsure.
He looked like he regretted speaking. “No—shit, no. I just—fuck, you can.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yes. Just—do it quick before I die or something.”
That made you laugh. You climbed the rest of the way onto his lap, settling carefully on his thighs with your hands braced on his shoulders. His arms stiffened at his sides. His entire body felt like a coiled spring—solid muscle, warm under his shirt, and completely overwhelmed.
“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, eyes darting from your face to your mouth to the corner of the room and back again. “Totally fine. He was not fine. He was flustered as hell. The blush across his face was criminal.
You leaned in and kissed him. Just once. Soft and quick. And then again. And again, And suddenly, it wasn’t soft anymore.
He kissed you like his body caught up before his brain could—hands finally landing on your waist, gripping, like he didn’t trust himself to let go. His lips moved like he’d been thinking about this since your first date and trying not to. A little too rough, a little messy.
You gasped when his tongue brushed yours—and he immediately froze.
“I—shit,” he breathed, pulling back an inch. “Sorry. Was that—too much?”
You blinked. “No. No, it was good. You’re good.” He looked like he was short-circuiting. “Oh.”
You giggled. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to scowl, but he still had his hands on your hips like they were glued there and his ears were turning red. “I don’t do this shit.”
“You don’t kiss girls?” you teased.
“Not ones I like.” Your brain short-circuited. Before you could say anything, he muttered,
“Forget I said that—shit—fuck—”
You kissed him again to shut him up. This time he kissed you back with a little more confidence—not much, but enough to make you melt into him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer, and when your body pressed into his and your skirt slid a little too high, he made a sound in his throat that was pure, panicked arousal.
“Katsuki.”
“…Yeah?”
“You’re, like, really hard right now.”
“Don’t say that out loud—!”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing, and he groaned like he wanted to sink into the floor. But his arms wrapped around you anyway.
And his voice—muffled, mumbled against your shoulder,
“Can we just… do that again? The kissing part?“
“Yeah. We can.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time. And something in him broke.
His hands moved like they were figuring it out in real time—gripping your hips, then sliding up your sides, then back down again, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to hold you still or pull you closer.
Your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt as you tilted your head, kissing him harder now, mouths warm and open and clumsy. When your teeth bumped, you both flinched and laughed—but then he kissed you again before the moment could even end.
His breath was hot, ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you taste good—” You moaned softly, and he shuddered.
“Don’t make that sound,” he muttered, trying to pull back. “Seriously. I’ll combust.”
“Then don’t kiss me like that.”
“You kissed me like that—”
You rolled your hips just slightly, and he whimpered—an actual, involuntary noise punched out of his chest. His head fell back against the wall.
You innocently show Rin "techniques" for tall guy/short girl couples, excitedly describing positions like it's a fun discovery— while he silently dies inside, fighting his arousal.
You practically slam the door open, holding your phone up like you've found gold.
"Rin!! You won't believe what I just learned!"
He blinks from the couch, where he's quietly reading something tactical-looking, probably a match breakdown or something only elite athletes and clinically serious people like Rin understand.
You barrel straight toward him.
He sets his tablet down just in time for you to throw yourself onto the couch beside him, cross-legged, eyes shining.
"I found solutions," you declare, eyes glittering.
"...Solutions?" he echoes slowly.
You grin like you've discovered a war strategy. "For us!"
He stares.
You start scrolling through your phone with one hand and start listing with the other like a professor giving a lecture. "Okay so— apparently there are actual techniques for tall guy/short girl couples when they wanna— y'know..."
Rin's eyes narrow.
"...Make love, become intimate physically-"
You say the last part with a giggle, not meeting his eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, but you're too excited to stop.
"You know," you continue, still scrolling, "I was super worried because I'm like here—" you gesture at chest level, "and you're like way up there.""
...I'm aware," Rin mutters.
"But this article says you can totally make it work!" you chirp.
He raises an eyebrow.
You turn the screen toward him and swipe through diagrams far too enthusiastically.
"See this one? That's called the pillow lift position— you just stack up a few pillows and I'd get extra height. Genius, right?"
Rin slowly turns his head toward you.
You're practically bouncing.
"Oh— and this one is called the lap wrap! You sit, and I— well, I just sort of hang on like a cute backpack."
You laugh at your own words. "It's like aggressive koala cuddling. Except sexy."
Rin is speechless, he doesn't know how to react. But you're to excited to notice that.
"Oh and this one? In this one you'll be in control wow and it seems really intimate. I'm talking about missionary! It's my favourite because I want you to be in control."
Rin's face is slowly losing color.
You're still giggling, swiping through positions like you're browsing recipes. "I mean I could be in control, but it just feels more natural if you handle everything. And I wouldn't even have to tiptoe to kiss you because— look— I'd just climb up or lay down and—"
You finally glance up.
"Y/n."
His voice is low.
Dangerously low.
"...What?"
Rin is staring at you with the intensity of a man hanging on by a thread.
His hands are clasped tightly together in his lap.
You blink. "Did I say something weird?"
He doesn't answer.
Instead, he clears his throat, looks away, and breathes out through his nose like he's trying to do yoga breathing in before a penalty shot.
You tilt your head. "Rin?"
Still no answer.
You frown. "Wait— did I say too much?"
He finally turns to you, eyes darker than before.
"You were talking about sex positions for ten minutes straight," he says, voice strained. "You described yourself wrapping around me like a backpack. You said you don't want to be in control. And you said it all while laughing and swinging your legs like you were planning a birthday party."
You pause. "Did you wanted me to say cowgirl, doggy style and missionary instead of describing them in a fun way?"
"Jesus Christ, Y/N!"
Rin snaps and cover his face with his hands making your entire face turn red too.
"Oh…" You mumble.
"Yeah."
"You're mad?" you ask quietly.
You bite your lip.
A very long silence follows.
He exhales and removes his hands, staring right into your eyes. "No."
"You're... uncomfortable?"
"No."
You stare harder.
He's doing that thing where his jaw ticks and his leg bounces slightly— a telltale sign he's trying not to act on impulse.
And suddenly—You gasp, horrified.
"Rin. Are you... are you turned on?"
He groans and drops his head into his hands again. "Oh my god."
You slap your hands over your mouth.
"Rin I'm sorry—!"
"You just described multiple ways to climb me like a tree," he mutters darkly.
You squeak, trying to hide your laugh.
"While sitting cross-legged. In my hoodie. With your thighs right there."
You scoot back slightly, flustered. "I didn't mean it that way!! I was just excited that we— y'know— could do things if we ever wanted!"
"Stop talking."
"I mean not that I was planning to do anything—!"
"Y/n-"
"Just like. One day. In the far future. Possibly in a parallel universe—"
He grabs a pillow and throws it over his lap.
You freeze.
"...Wait. Is it that bad?"
After a moment, he exhales, gets up — still holding the pillow— and starts walking away.
He glares at you.
You go absolutely red and hide behind your phone.
You peek over the top. "Where are you going?"
"To get ice."
"...For what?"
He stops in the doorway and turns halfway back.
"For my self-control."
Bonus:
Later that night, you curl into him cautiously, still embarrassed.
"...I didn't mean to tease you," you mumble.
He doesn't say anything— just tugs you closer, your head resting under his chin.
After a beat, he mutters, "So. That lap wrap one."
you know how we have little habits as kids? like sucking on your thumb or blowing raspberries. most people grow out of those habits, but not rin.
you're both tangled in the sheets as he dozes off on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you as if you'll disappear if he lets go. it's not often that rin naps during the day let alone for over an hour. your arm's asleep and his weight is quite literally suffocating you, but how could you wake him when he looks so peaceful?
you run your fingers through his dishevelled hair that's going in every which way, smiling as you pause your show to watch him sleep like a log. i wonder what he's dreaming about.
his cheeks are flushed pink as the sun hits his face just right—eyebrows slightly furrowed making him look adorably angry, and, oh! he's drooling on you. guess now you know why your chest has felt awfully damp for the past hour.. your back aches in protest and you find yourself secretly hoping that he'll wake up soon.
as if on cue, he stirs in your arms, groaning as he nuzzles the tip of his nose against your bare skin. you look down to see a glossy-eyed rin staring back at you as he shifts in his spot, revealing the marks on his face as you breathe out a fond, "morning, sleepyhead." you can't help but giggle at how cuddly he looks. "good sleep?"
he looks like a little kid gaining consciousness for the first time as he takes in his surroundings, grunting a low, "how long have i been asleep?" before realising the huge puddle of drool where his mouth used to be. oh my god. his eyes widen as if he's just witnessed a crime.
"shit—uh, i'm so sorry.." rin turns beetroot red as he hastily tries to wipe off the stain that's been marinating in your skin and clothes for the past hour. what's funny is that it must've become one with your shirt because it wouldn't budge.. "it's not coming off." he says grumpily.
"rinnie, it's fine." you cut him off, squishing his cheeks together. "is it weird that i think it's kinda cute?" you coo as he's forced to face you with his lips squashed, mumbling out an annoyed, "ew."
"just having you sleep in my arms for once, you know? you're always working hard." you plant a kiss on his lips, causing him to scrunch his nose in mock disgust as he wriggles out of your grasp. "besides.." you nudge his side with your elbow, nodding towards the stain on your chest. "it kinda looks like texas!"
oh he's so embarrassed right now. he groans, tossing his head back with a dramatic sigh before launching a pillow at you full-speed. "shut up!"
a/n self-indulgent because i have a terrible drooling problem at my big age.. also writer's block has been killing me lately and my health is all over the place </3
Tags: sixty-nine, blow job, cunnilingus, reader is not the traveler, knight of favonius reader, visionless reader
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Cheers For A Safe Return
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Author’s note: a short but solid prompt today for king Kaeya. Hope you enjoy
The headquarters for the Knights Of Favonius was quiet for once. Jean had taken Klee out to help cure her of her boredom to prevent more destruction. Albedo, Surcrose and Eula were on a trip to Dragonspine. Amber, Mika, and Noelle were scouting a potential conflict with a large group of hilichurls off by Wolvendom. Lisa had the library unattended for the week while she went to visit an old friend from the Akademiya. Kaeya had been off on an unknown errand for the last two days and no one knew where he went, just that he was going to be back sometime this afternoon. Having no standing orders or personal plans you decide to hang out in the bunk room to catch up on reading a book series Lisa had recommended to you. The sun shone in through the window which kept you warm while you sat propped up against the headboard of your bunkbed. Occasionally one of the guards would come in to grab something from their area and quickly disappear. Huffman even stayed a few minutes to chat with you at some point.
Just as the sun hit its peak and slowly started its descent you heard the familiar pace of clicking heeled boots on the tile floor. Kaeya, the cavalry captain, had finally returned. You stood up and saluted him and he waved a dismissive hand. “In here slacking I see,” he teased, walking over to take a look at what you’re reading. “One of Lisa’s favorites, hmm? Good choice; I found it most enjoyable.” He handed the book back to you and strode over to the window, taking in the sight before sighing. “I was hoping to take the chance to have a few drinks in my personal quarters before I write my report; if I invite you to join me you won’t snitch on me to Jean, will you?” His eye sparkled in the sunlight, his hand on his hip with that arrogant expression he loved to tease everyone with.
You flash a smile at him. “Oh trust me, I know how to keep a secret. I would love to join you.” Kaeya, ever the gentleman, held out his hand for you to take then guided you to his room. Never stepping foot in his room before, you took the opportunity to gaze around once the heavy wooden door was unlocked. His large bed was placed in the center of the back wall between two large windows with lots of blankets stacked up on the side and a mountain of pillows that rested against the headboard. There was a desk with a dog sized lockbox besides it, both of which had papers in stacks on top. Above the desk was a shelf with two different bottles of wine from Dawn Winery; you couldn’t read the labels from this distance but one of them was certainly older than the other. A few bookshelves covered one of the walls, and Klee’s crayon drawings were pinned to any empty wall space. Kaeya went over to his bed and retrieved a large case from underneath, opening it up to reveal a few bottles of Dandelion Wine and two glasses.
He cleared off the night stand and set up a bottle along with the glasses before bringing his desk chair over. He gestured for you to sit on the side of the bed then poured each of you a decent helping of wine. You take a sip, hesitant to ask about his whereabouts, but he beat you to it.
“I’m sure you’re wondering where I’ve been? I heard that the first day I was gone Jean assigned you to look after Klee, is that right?”
You nod, trying to act like you were about to pry him for information. “Yea, I was. She behaved for the most part. She did ask about you, though.”
Kaeya swirled the red liquid around in the glass before taking a sip himself. “I’m sure of it. Unfortunately I heard word through my network about some movement from the Abyss Order and went to take care of the problem myself. Nothing too difficult, but annoying regardless.”
You adjusted slightly, allowing yourself to get more comfortable. “What were they up to?”
The captain sighed, sitting back in his seat and took another sip. “What exactly they were doing I can’t say. But it looked like they were attempting to make a tunnel network; or at least make the equipment for digging. That part was obvious. I wasn’t able to determine where they were going to be digging, however.”
“I’m just glad you’re ok-“ you began before you realized what you were saying. “Going off by yourself to face the Abyss is awfully dangerous,” you said as a cover.
As sly as he was, Kaeya caught onto your slip up. He leaned forward, resting an elbow on one knee. “Worried about me are you?”
“As if. I know you’re capable; you are a captain after all.”
“Don’t be bashful. It means a lot to hear that such a gorgeous woman such as yourself had my safety on her mind.” His eyes scanned your figure, examining yourself defensive posture, curled in on yourself slightly. “No need to be shy. I like you; you’re a very sweet person. Very hard to come by nowadays. It's not often I have have someone express their care or concern for me.” You relax slightly and take a few large sips of wine. The silence stretched on before Kaeay spoke again. “My apologies if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”
“No… It’s not that. Just a bit surprised by what you said. You’re a very likeable person Kaeya; I can’t believe women aren’t just throwing themselves at you.”
Kaeya covered his mouth and laughed before reaching over and clinking his glass to yours. “Wonderful joke, but no. Sure there’s talk, but no one ever wants to approach a captain of the Knights Of Favonius.” He looked into your eyes, seizing the opportunity. “But that just means there’s an open spot for someone who’s interested.” Your gaze stayed locked with his for a moment before he reopened the bottle and poured more wine for the both of you. It felt like a slime was stuck in your throat with how nervous you were, but you swallowed the lump and responded.
“If this is your way of trying to ask me out, you’re damn good at it.” You leaned over and clinked glasses again before drinking about half of the refilled cup, your face slightly pink from a mix of embarrassment and alcohol.
The two of you were only about a foot apart, leaning over his small night stand, wine glasses in hand. His exposed eye kept jumping between your lips and your eyes. “I wasn’t kidding about your looks, you know. You have the prettiest face in Mondstadt. And very, very kissable lips. What do they taste like after being tinted with wine I wonder?” The glint in his eye drew you in as you met him half way over the night stand, lips pressed gingerly together.
It didn’t take long for you and Kaeya to be all over each other, glasses discarded on the night stand and you two entwined on his bed. He had you on top of him, keeping you in place with one hand on your hip and the other hand entangled in your hair. You would bite his lip, he would press his growing bulge into you in response. His hand would wander around your body, you would grind against him in turn. Your tongues danced together for a while, enough so that when you finally pulled away from him when you heard someone rooting around in their belongings in the bunk room, you and Kaeya were nearly gasping for air. With a quick tug your mouth found itself attached back to his until once again air was needed.
“I know how we can turn this up a notch but keep each other quiet,” he whispered with a devious smile, “Go ahead and take off those pesky clothes; we won’t be needing them.”
With how much he was grabbing you it was almost like he didn’t actually want you to stand up and pull away from him, but Kaeya eventually let you go only to stand up himself and start to strip. He had a very elegant frame for a man, but his pec muscles were nothing to scoff at. Just as you eyed him up he too was watching you like a hawk, visually tracing your curves and determining where his most favorite places to touch you would be. “Get on your hands and knees, pretty little thing. Keep your head towards the edge of the bed.” Following his instructions you climbed onto the bed, making sure there is enough of a gap between the top of your head and the edge you didn’t topple forward when he thrusted. However, Kaeya surprised you by sliding under you, pausing by your face to give you a quick kiss before slipping all the way onto the bed, his face directly under your hips. “Now remember to keep quiet; wouldn’t want the other knights to hear us.” His arms wrapped around you and your bottom half was pulled downward to meet his mouth, his tongue slipping between your folds and grazing your sensitive nub.
You almost moaned out but swiftly clapped a hand over your mouth to prevent any noise from escaping. With his throbbing cock standing there in your face, a drop of precum already sliding down the shaft, you take hold of the base and start to pump your fist, coaxing out some more precum as Kaeya shivered beneath you. You lick him clean before slowly sliding him into your mouth, dragging your tongue along his length. Kaeya’s tongue pressed against you and you moaned with his cock in your mouth, the vibration a fantastic sensation for him. The farther down your lips went the more Kaeya’s face pressed into your core as he grunted into your pussy, fingertips digging into the flesh he held on to. The captain clearly knew what he was doing as it didn’t take him very long to turn you into a sopping mess. You had to release him from your mouth to quickly suck in some air before taking him back in fully while your muffled moans started to pick up.
Unable to stay put, Kaeya’s hips bucked slightly up into you, causing you to gag slightly but it drew out a deep moan from him and his face pulled away so he too could catch a breath before diving back into your delicious cunt, using his entire mouth to make you feel good. Your body shook as the coil in your core started to twist and heat up. Not wanting to be out matched you decided to up your game by creeping your free hand down his inner thigh and lightly fondling his balls, urging an even louder, drawn out moan from him and deeper thrusts into your mouth. Precum coated your entire mouth and throat while his face was completely covered in your juices.
Besides the muffled grunts, moans, and groans, the only noise in the room was the occasional gasp for air before going back to work; at least until you started to whine as the coil was wound up so tightly it was about to burst. Kaeya’s hands slipped down the back of your thighs, massaging them as he got you closer to your breaking point. His cock was lodged in the back of your throat with your lips pressed into his pelvic bone as you choked on it frozen in place as a wave of tingling set over your body. In no time you released into his eager mouth, taking a few moments to regain yourself before continuing to go down on Kaeya. You could see his toes curl as you brought your tongue back up to flick his frenulum and how his thighs tenses as his cock slid back into the depths of your throat. He continued to lap at your secretions lazily as you pushed him to his own climax until his fingers dug into your skin as a warning for what was to come. Kaeya shot a blast of hot cum down your throat for you to swallow while you slowly massaged his balls.
Once you felt the twitching stop you removed him from your mouth and plopped down onto the bed beside him, his arm thrown over you as he pulled you close to him, still taking deep breaths. “Hard working as ever I see,” he quietly teased before kissing you again, mixing his taste and yours on your tongues, “We should have these secret little dates more often.
Before you could reply there was a knock at the door, which Kaeya thankfully had the hindsight to lock upon entering his room. “Kaeya? Are you in there?” Jean’s voice came in from the other side followed by another knock. “Kaeya?”
Kaeya gave you the same look he wore when he and Klee were caught doing something he shouldn’t, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and pulled it over the top of both of you, hoping that hiding amongst the sheets would somehow make the acting grand master go away.
"hurt me and tell me you're mine, i don't know why but i like it"
pairing : slightly sadistic!chigiri x masochistic!afab!reader ♡
cw: reader self harms, masturbation, smut and a bit of fluff at the end
a/n: this is my first fic WHAGHAGAHHh im so nervous to post thsi but i hope you guys like it uhhhhh tell me what you think ... this was a super self indulgent fic btw
hyouma had you pinned on the bed, hovering over you, his silky, crimson hair forming a curtain around you. the cold metal of your blade rested on your clothed, trembling chest, seeming to stare at the both of you.
"p-please, hyo... for me?" you plead, shaking with need, with desire, the need to feel him draw the blade across your skin and send pleasure crawling up your skin.
chigiri was shaking too, quivering above you with doubt. isn't there another way to make you happy? one that won't pain him nearly as much to see? can't he show you simply how much he loves you in some way other than hurting you?
his eyes started going watery, a tear rolling down his eye as he took the blade off of your chest and began to pull your shirt off of you as your heart skipped a beat, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. he pulled your loose sleep shorts down, and your panties with it, ever so gently and carefully.
hyouma always stops to admire your body once you're unclothed. you in your purest form, so his, so...
"beautiful," he whispers as he leans in to kiss you, lashes fluttering shut, his soft lips hitting yours, muffling a quiet moan from you.
his eyes open mid-kiss as he eyes the blade sitting beside him on the bed, running his fingers along your scarred wrists, feeling the scratchy texture of your scabs beneath his fingers. pulling away, chigiri's fingers slide down your body, relishing the feeling of your soft flesh brushing his digits, and runs his thumb over his own name carved onto your thigh, looking at it with a mixture of awe and disgust, the letters HYOUMA cut in painful looking, sharp strokes staring back at him with a life of their own. why did it feel so good to know you made yourself his, and why did he hate himself for loving it so much?
chigiri finally decides to pick up the blade, the small, thin, sharp object pinched in his fingers as he lifts it up in front of him. excitement builds up in you, and you can already feel some slick on the sheets below you when you just think about hyouma's pretty fingers drawing the blade across your flesh.
he gazes deep into your soul with those gorgeous eyes of his, lashes glistening with subtle tears, and he then holds up the blade. "where do you want it, angel?" he asks you, voice hoarse. you then gesture towards your stomach, and he breathes in, a shallow, hesitant breath as he then brings cold metal to your skin.
one swipe. he drags the blade across the skin just above your hip bone in a flash, barely leaving a mark, although it's already elicited a soft moan from you, and your fingers involuntarily start to penetrate your clit, having done this multiple times before to yourself. the blood starts to bead a small bit from the thin slice, and hyouma despises himself for thinking that the color of your blood is so ethereal, and he imagines you covered in your own blood, branded with his hickeys, the letter H carved everywhere on your body with no mercy. he's now breaking out in a cold sweat, hesitating before he swipes the blade against your stomach one more time, and after watching your fingers mindlessly explore your cunt, whispers of his name on your lips, seeming to relish this ugly pain he's so heartlessly inflicted on you, something seems to snap in him.
"angel. i'm so sorry. i can't do this to you anymore, darling... i can't hurt you. i love you too much. let me be selfish, okay?" he brings your forehead to his, wrapping you into a hug, dropping the blade onto the bed, starting to silently shake from his tears yet again.
"i love you too. i'll always love you, hyo. i'll love you until i'm dead," you whisper, voice shaky, as you start to cry too.
"thank you. thank you so much darling, thank you for letting me be selfish for just a moment," he praises you, pulling you in for another kiss as you both topple down onto the bed, lying down next to each other, hand in hand, your scarred wrist and bitten nails next to his long, pale pretty fingers and his smooth, beautiful wrist. he pulls you in tight, pulling the blanket over the two of you, whispering a lullaby into your ear as you slowly start to drift off.
Can i pls request some face sitting headcanons for bllk guys? Specifically Sae, Rin, Shido, Oliver and Bachira solely because i think they're the nastiest 😆🫣 thank God!
cw — gn!reader. afab!reader. so much oral sex. edging. overstimulation. spanking. spitting. squirting. full on tongue fucking. denied orgasms. pervy behavior. shidou being an animal.
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : FUCK—this too me way too long to finish, but here it is! apologies nonnie for taking forever ;-;
₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄
slow n steady always wins the race. a motto sae keeps firm when it comes to sex, no matter what he’s doing. when it comes to oral though..god. the agonizing drag of his tongue while he holds you by your hips, moving them against his mouth as he kissed your sensative clit before prodding his tongue against your hole. everytime you try to speed up your pace, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and waist to keep you in your place. he might as well be edging the fuck out of you until you finally feel the knot snap in two and gush all over your boyfriend’s mouth. sae, bedroom eyes and all, would admire your fucked out face and trembling body before flipping you onto your back and continuing where he left off. safe to say, you aren’t getting out of his grip until you squirted every last drop.
“s-sae..quit being a tease..” you stuttered, trying your hardest not to buck your hips. if it wasn’t for sae’s strength, you would’ve gone wild and full on rode his face like a madman. his whole arms wrapped around your thighs, gripping tighter then usual while he switched from your clit to your sensitive pussy. sae’s sharp, jade eyes staring up at yours. his pupils were blown with a burning desire all too clear to you, as if his tongue movements didn’t say enough. god, he was a patient one and it was getting on your last nerves. a thought he promptly smacked you out of with a simple strike to the ass.
“paitience, darling. or i’ll leave you like this, i can’t stand whiny whores who get greedy.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍
rin is more needier then his older brother, encouraging your carnal desires and egging you on as you rode his face as fast n hard as you please. the guy was basically making out with your cunt, open mouthed kisses and his tongue prying through your pussy had you gripping on the headboards or his hair. his hands roamed your body as he pleased, tracing his fingers against your stomach up to your sensitive nipples where he pinched and squeezed between his fingertips. don't think he'll stop either! long after you squirt all over his mouth, he'll only pull away just to take one long look at your fucked out face before he dives right back in again. rin gets pussydrunk a bit too easily, but why complain?
“rin..m-more, please..! i need more!” you begged and pleaded with a whine ripped straight from the jugular as you grinding your pussy against your boyfriend’s mouth. rin cracked open his eyes, through the blurred chaos, he admired your fucked out expression as you clung onto the wooden headboard for dear fuckin’ life. it was all too addictive to simple get off, how desperate and downright pussydrunk this man was, it’d be too cruel to pull away now! your thought process only strengthened when rin began to tug away at your sensative and soaked nipples from when he was mouthing at them earlier. he simply couldn’t get enough.
“stay with me..please, fuck! jus’ a little more, you can do that for me? please..?”
₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈
so much of a sloppy eater, it’s downright disgusting. shidou’s hands are unpredictable, switching from caressing and squishing the soft flesh of your ass to swatting away at it with quick strikes. don’t get me started on his oral anticts. this man is fucking eating away at your poor pussy, flicking his tongue against your sore clit while suckin’ n kissing at your abused hole. you couldn’t even move your hips with how much he’d just forced you down onto his mouth again, thus you had to sit there and simply take what he gives you, and god, the noises. besides your own moans and sobs for him to slow down, shidou’s downright animalistic growls and groans fill your ears and go straight into your cunt. don’t think he’s done either after you squirt into his mouth, oh no no! he’ll only push you onto your back with the hopes of you crushing his head with your thighs. he can’t get enough of you.
“haah..ah..r-ryu..” was all you could mutter out of your sore throat. after much whining and sobbing from the overstimulation, you could only make small noises of pleasure while shidou ate away like a man on death row. lapping up the remains of your last orgasm, he pried and pried at your hole until you swore he was tongue fucking you. grabbing fist fulls of his blonde hair only fueled the maniac to fuckin’ nip at your clit, an action that forced another intense orgasm out of your abused cunny and soaked his face even more then before. you could feel a smirk form of his lips before he landed a barrage of sharp slaps onto the flesh of your ass, dragging you out of your euphoric afterglow in time to feel his tongue pushing itself back in.
“c’mon sugar, don’t lose me now! we’re just getting started..! now, keep those pretty legs open..”
₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔
mister aiku here pays attention to both puss and ass with glee. when he told you to sit on his face, he meant it. there's nowhere that his mouth didn't touch, meaning you couldn't run from this man either. similar to shidou, he eats like a starved animal in front of a piece of meat. fingers pumping you full while he pays special attention to your poor clit with the occasional nips that would have you mewling and whining like a bitch in heat. but sadly, he's a greedy bastard when it comes to sex, pulling away right before you could have you sweet orgasm. heterochrome eyes staring daggers at your fucked out face while you pleaded for him to let you cum. you were almost in tears when oliver finally stuffed your twitching cunt with his fingers once again and went to town on your clit again. did i mention he pays attention to ass? that poor thing was covered in handprints and crecent shaped dents from how hard he was grabbing it. maybe, even a little bite mark for good measure.
“oliverrrr!” you whined out. "let me cum already! pleasee!" through tears, you could still see that bastard's shit eating grin. he was fucking enjoying this, getting off at your desperation while you bucked your hips at nothing. down there, oliver was enjoying the show he put together for himself and himself alone. his thumb ghosting over your neglected clit, his eyes flicking up to your own, pleading ones. you looked like a kicked puppy who didn’t get it’s owner’s attention, just like how oliver liked you. a shit eating grin stretched across his lips as he promptly gave your ass a hard slap before finger fucking your cunny at a furious pace. the noises it made sounded straight out of a porno as the pro player flicked his tongue around your clitty. it was all too much to handle at once, or so you claimed. you knew damn well oliver could see right through your teary eyes, and sniff out your disgusting, whorish fantasy.
“keep cryin’ like that and i’ll stop again, you hear me? i know you can pretty thing..i fuckin’ know you can.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔
what a pervert, a proud one at that too! he couldn’t keep his grabby hands to himself all day, something the grew more and more dangerously obvious as the day went on. sneaky hands up your skirt or down your pants, gentle squeezes on your inner thighs inching too close to your wet cunt. the final straw was when you caught him trying to look up your skirt/down your loose pants. dragging him all the way home where he couldn’t even wait to get to the bed and pushed you against the wall, kneeling in front of you while patting his cheek eagerly. clinging onto whatever door frame or counter was nearby as bachira pressed open mouthed, tongue heavy kisses against your spread pussy. he was a messy eater as well, going as far as to even spit on your cunny before diving back in with the intention of drowning in your juices. bachira was full on obsessed. nothing could tear him away from your cunny, no matter how hard you yanked his hair or tried to push his head away. he’ll always come back for more!
“o-oh god..bachira, baby..!” you sighed, clasping a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to not alarm the neighbors. bachira quickly noticed and yanked your hand away, staring up at you with the same crazed look he had all day. he didn’t tear his eyes off of you, forcing to maintain eye contact with him as he licked and macked with your ruined cunt. your knees felt weaker and weaker, probably because of the last orgasms your monster of a boyfriend gave you, yet he just refuses to quit! not the stinging pain of you gripping his hair or even your efforts to straight up push him away so he doesn’t suffocate to death in your pussy. bachira, in retaliation, forced your wrists against the wall and gives your cunt a mean spat. you flinched in shock, watching as he simply goes back to eating you out like a madman. fuck, thank god you made it home in time.
“don’t shy away from me! i’m only getting started, my love..don’t you want me to please you? hm?”
he gets so carried away the moment he touches your body. he can’t help it, you’re his perfect girl.
you lost count of how many times you came as bachira manhandled you as he wanted to. his strong arms positioned you on his lap, nothing gently or delicate in the way he dragged your body and shifted you.
“you’re so beautiful” he whined before entering again inside you, his cock sliding back into your hole smoothly as he pushes your mixed fluids that started dripping out of you. the room was filled with groans and loud smacks of skin against skin as he held your hips to keep you in place, jerking up his own in an animalistic pace.
your thighs trembled as meguru growled against your neck, his teeth clawing into your skin. cum dripped out of you and splashed all over with each thrusts, the sheets under you drenched by both of you. he moved fast, rough, no rhythm settled as he bounced you on top of him, your hips burning because of his strong grip. walls fluttering around his thick length, nails digging into his broad back and scratching his soft skin, tip kissing your sweet spot with each thrust.
you couldn’t even speak — he had made you a mess of moans, weak mumbles and whines. squeezing his cock with your walls as he rested his forehead against yours, a thin layer of sweat covered your tangled bodies while growls kept leaving his throat. you felt the tight knot on your stomach tightening, and the feeling of your ecstasy approaching again for the nth time it was perfect for him. “shit— yes, baby. please, give it to me again”
his thrusts were messy, erratic, hips slamming into you hard, chasing relief more than rhythm. every moan he left out is raw, needy, broken with the kind of desperation that made your own walls clench tighter around him. your orgasm ripped through you, violent and humiliating, and he didn’t slow down, dragging you through it with sharp, relentless thrusts. his teeth sank into your shoulder, leaving a mark that’ll burn tomorrow.
you moaned as he fucked his cum into you, spilling his warm seed inside your pussy. “another one baby, i know you can”
and you definitely can’t say not to his wide smile.
domestic headcanons with bachira as your boyfriend
ᰔ he is the type to follow you around the house like a little shadow, always asking what you’re doing. even if you’re just folding laundry, he’ll plop down next to you and start ‘helping’ (which usually means messing it up and giggling).
ᰔ loves cooking with you, except he always tastes things too early and burns his tongue. you end up feeding him while he leans against the counter, making happy noises every time he chews.
ᰔ showers are a whole production. he insists on joining you, not even always for sex, but because he just loves washing your hair, drawing little foam beards, and making you laugh.
ᰔ constantly buys the silliest home décor. like he comes home with a neon octopus lamp or a plushie that’s way too big for your bed and says, “look, it’s us!”
ᰔ late nights mean spontaneous living room dance parties. music blasting, lights off, him twirling you around in pajamas until you both collapse onto the couch.
ᰔ he secretly gets super soft when he sees you doing ordinary things, like brushing your teeth or sipping coffee. those quiet moments make his chest feel tight and he’ll just stare until you notice and call him out.
ᰔ clings to your hoodie whenever you’re not home. sometimes he takes a nap wrapped up in it, smiling because it smells like you.
ᰔ playful kisses everywhere. your cheek while you’re cooking, your shoulder when you’re brushing your hair, your neck while you’re trying to focus. he just can’t stop touching you.
ᰔ will 100% build blanket forts with you on rainy days and watch movies inside with a mountain of snacks.
ᰔ he’s such a nap boyfriend. curls up on the couch with his head in your lap, humming in his sleep while you run your fingers through his hair.
Nightwing Michael Kaiser. Bit different from my usual style bc I wanted a comic-y sort of look?? Idk. He has no nipple bc I ate it (I forgor to draw it) I ALSO forgot my watermark as per usual AUGHHHH
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