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Aug 23, 2024

LONG TIME NO SEE

hirofumi yoshida x gn/afab reader commissioned by @saexy

cw: 8795 wc, gn & afab reader (they / them pronouns), set several years after canon, reader & yoshida are about 25, reader has several body moles, dubcon, blood (not reader or yoshida’s), size difference (yoshida is 6’4” & reader is much shorter), monsterfucking, tentacles & tentacle slick, double penetration in two holes, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), creampie, biting (i think? can't remember), hickeys, pet names used (sweetheart / pretty thing), yoshida has a jacob’s ladder (frenum down to lorum piercings) & a prince albert piercing (not.s.f.w visuals). lemme know if i missed anything.

notes: thank you so very much to my beloved zen ( @saexy ) for commissioning this fic !! sorry it took 10 years to finish

THIS IS 18 & UP CONTENT. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR INDIVIDUALS BELOW THE AGE OF 18.

It wasn’t unusual for the streets to be quiet this early in the morning. It was a bit past 3AM and you were on your way home after finishing up your night shift. The quietness of the night was a welcomed contrast to the bustling club you were working at.

The air was cold against your legs — covered only by thin sheer tights that you wore beneath your skirt. You regretted not adding a pair of sweats to your bag before heading to work. At least your jacket had pockets, which you kept your hands tucked into — though it didn’t help much for your legs. You could see your warm breath in front of you as you passed beneath a street lamp.

A larger cloud of air left your lips as you gasped, hearing what sounded like trash cans being knocked over in the alley you were passing. You stopped in your tracks, fists balled tightly in your pockets as you looked down the alleyway. There wasn’t much light, making it hard for you to tell what was down there.

You knew you shouldn’t let your curiosity get the better of you, but you so desperately wanted to know what the cause of that noise was. What if there’s an abandoned kitten that needs to be saved? You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you passed by here again on your way to work only for there to be an injured kitten.

You took out your phone to use as a flashlight, making your way into the alley. You flinched, hearing what sounded like something yelping in pain. You swallowed, taking a deep breath before continuing onwards. There probably wasn’t a kitten there, but still you continued.

A sudden crunching sound could be heard — you stepped on broken glass. Your eyes widened as you looked ahead, shining your light into the darkness. You briefly saw what looked like eyes before your body was knocked against a wall. You cried out at the sudden impact and the roughness of the action, accidentally dropping your phone. “What the fuck?!” You scolded, your hands darting to the back of your head which had hit the wall.

You froze up when an oddly familiar voice spoke what sounded like your name. It was too faint for you to be sure. Perhaps it was just a trick of your terrified mind?

You looked up, struggling to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness as you tried to take in the appearance of the person who had you pinned to the wall. You parted your lips, attempting to say something, only for a hand to cover your mouth. It was warm. And wet? Your brows furrowed as you glared up at whoever was cornering you.

You first notice the beauty mark near the corner of his mouth, then the small splotches of red that almost resembled freckles across his face before finally noticing the tentacles that seemed to be helping him pin you to the wall. The tentacles were gone as soon as he noticed you staring at them.

He must be some kind of devil hunter, you assumed. The black suit and white button up shirt stained with what you could only assume to be more blood was the last bit of confirmation you needed. He’s definitely a Public Safety Devil Hunter. They’re supposed to be safe right? He wouldn’t hurt me… He wouldn’t hurt me… He wouldn’t– With every repetition of the sentence you started to believe it less and less. It made your mind wander, causing your thoughts to become darker — causing your skin to crawl and your body to shiver with fear.

“Don’t scream, okay?” Those dark eyes of his examined you so intently you almost forgot to nod.

“Please don’t hurt me!” you blurted out without thinking, squealing as you involuntarily squeezed your eyes shut. You prayed for the wall to swallow up both you and your thumping heart as the stranger closed in. I should have walked away. Why am I always so stu–

Your thoughts were interrupted by the man, “I’m not going to hurt you.” That voice — you’ve heard it before. The familiarity of the person’s voice made things less terrifying, but still the rapid thudding of your heart needed more reassurance. You slowly opened your eyes, to get a better look at this stranger. “Please, calm–”

“Hiro?” You said. You were now certain of who he was after hearing his voice properly and having taken in his appearance some more now that your eyes have somewhat adjusted to the dark. He was Yoshida Hirofumi. It’s been years since high school yet you remember him so clearly.

Yoshida was quiet, an almost dumbfounded expression evident on his face. His brows furrowed together and you could see his tongue poke at the inside of his cheek. “How did you…?” He couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea that you actually knew who he was. He hasn’t seen you face to face like this since high school. Despite having kept tabs on you, he never once attempted to make contact with you. He was certain that you had forgotten him.

“How did I know it’s you?” You raised a brow, pouting. “How could I ever forget you, Hiro? You followed me around like a lost puppy back in high school, you know.” You couldn’t help but want to tease him, rolling your eyes playfully.

Yoshida only stared at you, struggling to decide if he should be elated that you remembered him, or if he should be cursing himself for even thinking you’d forget him. Before you could speak up again to question his lack of a response, Yoshida pulled away from you — no longer pinning you to the wall.

“Sorry about that,” Yoshida spoke softly, scratching the back of his neck. Only now did he notice the blood on his hands when he felt it coat his neck as he touched himself. He had been staring at your face in such a daze that he hadn’t even picked up on the smear of blood his hand had left across your skin. “Shit, are you okay?” He dug his hands into his jacket’s inner pocket to retrieve a handkerchief.

You barely got a chance to respond as he wiped the blood from your face before wiping his hands clean as well. “I’m fine. I’ve seen worse.” You wore that familiar smile that Yoshida loved so much. “Are you okay?” You didn’t notice the way he watched your expression as you patted his shoulders and then arms. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh, no, I’m…” Yoshida trailed off, a sudden yet brilliant idea coming to mind. “Ow,” he feigned pain and forced a wince when you patted at a part of his arm that was in fact injured and bleeding. It wasn’t anything major, but it was bleeding enough to get you to worry. He knew you well enough to know you’d invite him home. You weren’t the type to leave an injured person on the street.

“Oh my gosh, sorry. Did it hurt? Is it bad?” You pulled your hands away from him, oblivious to his faking. “You can come to my place. It’s not too far away and I have a first aid kit there.”

“It’s okay, thanks,” Yoshida chuckled softly, “Nothing that’ll kill me. I’ll be alright.” He placed a hand over the wound. He knew pretending to be okay would only make you more insistent on him going home with you.

“No, I insist. At least come get cleaned up at my place. You can’t go around covered in blood…” You made a point of it by gesturing towards his blood stained clothes. “I have some clothes that’ll probably fit you, too. My ex left it when he ghosted me.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of your ex — and mentally cursed yourself for oversharing.

Yoshida clenched his jaw, having no problem in remembering the ex he chased off. He never liked the way the guy looked at you even before you started dating him. He liked his behaviour even less once the two of you were official. He had to get rid of him somehow. A bit of violence never hurt anyone, right? Yoshida decided that he won’t let you in on this bit of information.

“Fine, if you insist.” Yoshida smiled and you swore you felt your heart skip a beat.

The two of you walked back to your place in no time. You wanted to get home as soon as possible to go over any wounds he had. But also because it was awfully quiet out in the empty streets and you worried that Yoshida could hear the way your heart was beating.

“It might be a bit messy. I wasn’t expecting company,” you tried to speak in your usual cheerful voice, still a bit spooked from earlier events when you thought a stranger might have wanted to harm you. Once both you and Yoshida were inside, you locked the front door of your apartment.

“I’m sure my place is worse,” Yoshida chuckled, kicking his shoes off but keeping his socks on. He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit as he watched the way you bent down to take off your shoes — he got a glimpse at the back of your thighs. “You know… you really shouldn’t just let anyone into your place. Even if you know them from way back.”

“Hiro,” you spoke in a stern voice, “Don’t try to act all scary. Only ten minutes ago I thought I might’ve died…” you trailed off, “plus, I know you’d be the last person to do me any harm. And you’re injured. If anything, you should be the worried one right now. Who knows what I might do to you.” You joked and rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that what he said did in fact scare you a little bit.

“You’re so… trusting… Y/N.” The concern in his voice almost made you shiver, but the sudden change in his voice when he spoke again threw you off. “Even if someone’s injured, don’t just invite them to your place. You could’ve just sent me to the hospital in a taxi, you know.” Yoshida clenched his jaw, trying not to grind his teeth. If only you knew of all the things he wanted to do to you. If only you knew how he had been watching you all this time. If only you knew what kind of pictures he had of… what kind of things he’s done when thinking of you. If only you knew how hard he was trying to control himself and not pin you to the wall once more. He wondered if you knew just what kind of danger you could be in right now.

“There wasn’t a taxi in sight. Do you want something to drink?” You changed the topic, taking off your jacket and hanging it on the coat rack in your entryway.

“No, thanks.” Yoshida stood still, nails digging into his palms. With the combination of his height and your lack of a jacket, he could see down your shirt which wasn’t fully buttoned up. It wasn’t his first time seeing you wear that bra. He gulped and pretended not to have noticed.

“Okay then. Let’s go to the bathroom. My first aid kit’s in there.” You motioned for him to follow you as you headed to the bathroom. He followed. “You’ll have to take your jacket off,” you said once the two of you were in your small bathroom. With both of you in here it was a bit cramped. Yoshida couldn’t decide if being so close to you was a good thing or a bad thing.

You waited for Yoshida to take off his jacket, only now seeing just how much blood was on his shirt. Due to his jacket being black it was hard to see any blood on it. But now, with his jacket removed, you could finally see just how much blood there was. You noticed the rips in his shirt and the bloodied skin peeking out from it. Despite all the blood and the state he was in, you couldn’t help but bite the inside of your cheek at the sight of a harness hugging his frame. It was tight, causing the fabric of his shirt to pull as he moved. You had to force yourself back to reality — to not let your thoughts wander.

“Good God, that’s a lot of blood. How are you not unconscious?!” You tried not to seem too worried. Was he hurt more than you had thought? “Should I call an ambulance?” You hoped he didn’t notice the way you stared.

Yoshida laughed, stopping you from reaching towards your phone on the bathroom counter. He spoke your name in that same tone that sent shivers up your spine, “...most of it isn’t mine. No need for an ambulance.”

You felt your entire body freeze up at the sound of his laugh. Not even in high school have you heard him laugh like that. It made you feel weirdly warm inside. Suddenly you felt a bit self conscious and embarrassed as you struggled to form words. “Let’s, um, first get you cleaned up, yeah? You’ll have to, uh, take your shirt off.” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, gulping as you turned away from him to fill the sink with warm water before you grabbed a cloth to wipe him down with.

You were so busy with trying to clear your head — with reminding yourself that he’s injured — that you didn’t notice his reflection in the mirror moving closer to you. You felt his warm breath on your neck. He planted his hands on the counter, cornering you between his arms.

Yoshida pressed himself against you, his body stiff and solid against your back. “You really shouldn’t trust people so easily.” His lips ghosted over your nape as he spoke, causing you to shiver.

Your hands were balled into tight fists as you held the damp cloth you had intended to use to wipe him clean with. “This… this isn’t funny, Hiro.” You hoped that your voice hadn’t trembled, that the fear you felt wasn’t noticeable.

Yoshida cursed, clicking his tongue before roughly turning you around to face him. The way he grabbed you by your arm made you yelp — it hurt. His grip was firm and tight, bruising even. Once you were facing him he let go of your arm, instead placing one hand on the small of your back whilst the other moved to caress your cheek. “I’m not trying to be funny, Y/N.” The way he said your name was almost tender.

The hand on your back lifted your shirt just enough to allow him to trace his fingers over the skin of your back. You tried to move away from his touch, pressing your hips forward and against him by accident. You attempted to pull away, only for his hips to follow yours. With your body sandwiched between the sink and him, you had no place to go. You were trapped.

You tried to say his name, tried to talk some sense into him, but you weren’t able to get the words out — not with his lips pressed to yours. You weren’t sure of when he leaned in to kiss you, when he got so close. With wide eyes you stared at his only half closed ones. He was watching your reaction as he pressed his tongue to your lips, hoping you’d let him enter.

Your hands shot to his chest, trying to push him off of you but to no avail. He was much larger and much stronger than you. There was no way you’d be able to fight him off. Your vision was starting to become hazy as the panic set in. You were scared. Perhaps if you played along, he might not harm you? You shut your eyes tightly, parting your lips for his tongue to slip past.

Yoshida’s tongue was warm and wet as it searched for your tongue, quickly circling it and swirling around it to savour your taste. He wasn’t sure of how he felt about your new found docility. For now he’s enjoying the fact that you weren’t pushing him away anymore — your hands having gone limp against his chest.

The hand at your back moved to your side, lifting your shirt further to allow him to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. He squeezed at your soft flesh, causing you to let out what sounded like a whimper. Yoshida’s eyes remained half lidded as he watched the way your lashes trembled and salty droplets formed at the corners of your eyes. He wanted to lick at your salty tears, to taste them, but that would mean pulling away from your lips. It was okay, after all, he’ll get to make you cry properly later.

A lack of air and the smell of blood from Yoshida was making you feel dizzy — fogging up your mind. Slowly your eyes closed, teardrops running down your cheeks. Your fists balled around the fabric of Yoshida’s shirt, tugging at it in an attempt to get him to pull away — to get him to let you breathe. When your silent pleading didn’t work, you went with your last resort: biting his tongue.

Yoshida let out a groan that you couldn’t quite place as one of pain or one of pleasure. He ended up pulling away from the kiss, his mouth tasting metallic due to how hard you had bitten him. You didn’t mean to draw blood.

Any attempt at speaking, at apologising for biting him, was forced to wait for later as you breathed in large gasps of air in order to fill your lungs back up. Yoshida noted the way your chest rose and fell, the way your tears had dripped down to your cleavage. A million different thoughts raced through his mind as he admired the way you struggled to catch your breath.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Deep breaths,” Yoshida cooed, his thumbs wiping away the tear stains adorning your cheeks as he cupped your face in his hands. He waited until your breathing was at least somewhat steady before he leaned in to kiss and nip at your neck, his hands letting go of your face as they trailed down your chest and to the buttons of your shirt. He kissed down your chest, going lower with each button of your shirt that he undoes.

“Hiro,” you whined out the nickname you’ve always called him by. You squeezed your thighs together, a warmth bubbling inside the pit of your stomach as Yoshida kissed further down your body, lips pressing to each of the moles adorning your stomach. He’s always been a bit infatuated with the moles and beauty marks spread across your body. His favourite however was situated a bit lower than the ones on your stomach and chest.

With your shirt completely unbuttoned, Yoshida pulled it off of you. He was surprised with how little you protested this time. He expected you to try to stop him, to push him away. But somehow you’ve become like putty in his hands — ready to be moulded into whatever he wanted you to be. Yoshida was one that didn’t mind if you were to put up a bit of a fight… so he wasn’t expecting just how much your docility turned him on. His cock twitched against the fabric of his boxers, a visible tent forming in his pants as he tried to keep himself under control. This was so much better than what he had expected.

Well, in all honesty he never even expected to be in this kind of a situation with you. He always thought he’d have to watch you from afar — with you always just out of his reach. The fact that he got to run into you tonight by mere coincidence must be some kind of divine blessing. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity, even if it meant making you cry — even if it meant making you hate him.

Yoshida kept kissing lower until he reached the waistband of your skirt. He nipped at your skin above it, smirking at the way your body jolted in response. Pretty soon Yoshida was on his knees in front of you, one hand at your side to keep you steady and another on your inner thigh. Despite the thin tights you wore, Yoshida’s touch felt boiling hot against your skin.

A gasp left your lips as Yoshida’s head went under your skirt, his lips pressed to your clothed cunt in several small butterfly kisses. You let out yet another gasp — soon accompanied by a moan — as Yoshida ripped your tights with his teeth and started pressing his tongue to your already damp underwear. He said nothing of the fact that you were already wet, instead only enjoying the faint taste of your sweetness that coated your underwear.

You tried to protest — or at least that’s what you told yourself you were doing — as you pressed your hands to Yoshida’s head, fingers intertwined with his hair. It was longer now compared to high school — easier to hold onto and pull. And you did just that, pulling his hair as he pushed your underwear aside to give himself proper access to your sweetness. Even with the way you pulled and tugged at his hair, he didn’t stop. Nothing was going to stop him from getting a taste of you.

Yoshida paid your “attempts” at stopping him no mind as he pushed his tongue past your folds and directly into the warmth of your hole. The way he moaned against your cunt made you shiver and dig your nails into his scalp. He hissed at the stinging feeling in his head, but soon adjusted to it and simply kept lapping at your entrance. He wanted to taste as much of you as possible.

Yoshida’s tongue soon slipped out from your twitching walls and instead started nudging and lapping at your clit. The sensitive nub twitched as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Another moan left your lips as one of Yoshida’s fingers ran along your slit, coating itself in your slick before it pushed into your spasming cunt.

The intrusion was welcomed by soft mewls and moans from you as Yoshida pumped his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. It seemed like he didn’t mind taking his time. After all, Yoshida wanted his first time with you to last as long as possible. Truthfully, he didn’t want this moment to end. If only he could stay knelt between your legs like this — enjoying your sweetness for hours on end.

It wasn’t long before a second finger was added alongside the first. He still thrusted them in and out of you at a slow pace, slurping and sucking at your clit at a similar pace. Somehow, despite how amazing this all felt, you couldn’t help but crave more. You were so close to the edge yet this relaxed way that Yoshida was toying with you just wasn’t enough. You didn’t want to say anything, embarrassed just by the thought of telling him to be rougher. Instead you tighten your hold on his hair, moaning out as you grinded into his face.

Your actions definitely left Yoshida in a momentary state of shock. He never expected you to do something like this. It made him groan against your cunt. He must have gotten the memo as he added a third finger to your cunt. With his fingers being rather thick and long, the stretch felt a bit uncomfortable at first. But it wasn’t long before you got used to the way he spread his fingers inside you and pressed against that mushy spot inside you. His tongue was also no longer lapping at your clit in such a relaxed manner as before. Instead Yoshida was pinching your clit between his lips, sucking and nipping at the poor sensitive bud.

It wasn’t much longer before you keeled over him, hands tightly gripping at his head for support as you came undone. Your climax sent warm sparks of pleasure throughout your body, making you jolt at the slightest touch. Your moans were louder now as you called out the nickname you used for him, “Hiro–! Hiro!” You were too drunk on the pleasure to really realise what you were doing — to realise that the fear that had been gnawing at your insides had now turned into something else.

Your legs were still trembling as Yoshida stood up to his full height — towering over you with ease. You had to lean back against the counter, your hands gripping at its edge to keep yourself upright. You were panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. With all the moaning you did you had forgotten to take in an adequate amount of air.

A yelp left your lips when Yoshida suddenly lifted you up over his shoulder. With wide eyes you smacked at his back, demanding he put you down. When your demands fell on deaf ears you resorted to hitting him a bit harder. “What are you doing?! Put me down this instant, Hiro!”

Yoshida only chuckled, squeezing your ass as he carried you out of the cramped bathroom and to your bedroom. “There’s no going back now, sweetheart.” He tossed you down onto the bed, your body bouncing against the softness of your mattress and duvet.

You looked up at Yoshida who stood at the end of your bed. You couldn’t help but try to cover yourself, only now truly realising just how exposed you were. You were left only in your skirt, ripped tights and panties which were still pushed to the side. With your legs squeezed together you attempted to sit up and cover yourself with your duvet, but Yoshida was quick to stop you.

In only a moment he was on top of you, pinning your hands above your head as he kept your legs spread by placing himself between them. He kissed your cheek, murmuring something sweet you assumed was supposed to make you calm down.

In all honesty, you still felt that warm bubbling feeling inside your stomach that was caused by your now passed orgasm. You were internally arguing with yourself. A part of you wanted to keep going, to let Yoshida use you and make you feel even better than earlier. Yet another part of you was terrified — scared of the idea of having sex with someone you haven’t spoken to in so long. What if he were to hurt you? Or do something you didn’t like?

You were pulled from your thoughts when Yoshida let go of you, sitting upright to unbuckle his pants. You immediately noticed the large bulge in his boxers as he pushed his pants down just enough to allow his cock some freedom. With wide eyes you watched as he pulled his cock out from the restraints of his boxers. Almost immediately you noticed the shiny jewellery adorning the underside of his cock. There was a ladder of piercings along the belly of his cock as well as another that entered through his urethra and exited almost right above the first of seven ladder piercings.

“What the fuck? Is that safe? Wouldn’t that hurt me?” You blurted out the words without thinking. You’ve heard of guys having piercings down there… but never have you seen a cock with that many piercings. Wouldn’t that hurt? Is it safe? Why does it make you feel all warm inside?

“Of course it’s safe, sweetheart.” Yoshida chuckled at your reaction to his pierced cock. “It also won’t hurt you. If anything, it makes things so much more fun.” He didn’t give you time to respond as he moved over you once more. One hand was planted next to your face to support himself whilst the other’s fingers ran along your fluttering cunt.

Your body involuntarily jerked at his touch. You were still so sensitive that you couldn’t help the way you whined and moaned. He pushed two fingers into you with ease, spreading and curling them inside you to draw even more sweet sounds from you.

By the time he removed his fingers from your soaked cunt, you were so drunk on lust that the thought of that monstrous thing of him entering you didn’t seem so bad anymore. Yoshida was good — no, amazing — at using his fingers, but you craved something bigger. You needed more.

So when you felt the tip of Yoshida’s pierced cock run along your folds, gathering your slick onto itself, you no longer thought of those intimidating piercings or even the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom. All you thought about was finally getting something bigger — something that will stretch you further and go deeper than his fingers ever could.

The piercings along his cock were surprisingly not cold as you had expected. Perhaps it was because of Yoshida’s own body heat or the way he’s been rubbing himself against your folds?

A loud cry left your lips as you felt the tip of Yoshida’s cock push into your warmth. Even just the tip was thicker than his fingers. The piercing wasn’t helping either with the way it pressed into your mushy insides. “Hah, fuck,” Yoshida breathed out, his eyes closed as he leaned over you. He looked as if he was on cloud nine. With furrowed brows and a noticeably clenched jaw, Yoshida pushed further into you. Moans spilled not only from your mouth but his as well.

Without thinking you reached up to touch his face, a hand running over his cheek as the other wrapped around his neck to pull him closer to yourself. His eyes went wide at this softness you directed towards him. You looked up into his dark eyes that were barely an inch from your own, your lips brushing over his. His breath was hot against your skin — as was yours against him.

By now all reason had escaped you and all you could think of was that next rush of pleasure echoing throughout your body. Your eyes fluttered closed as you pressed your lips to Yoshida’s. The hand that had been cupping his face moved to his ear, your fingers grazing over the eight piercings along it. You’ve always thought his piercings were hot. Maybe the ones he had down below weren’t so bad either?

Yoshida kissed you back without any hesitation, easing himself further into you as his tongue swirled around yours. You moaned into the kiss, the stretch of his cock filling you up stung. Tears pricked at the outer corners of your eyes, your brows furrowed.

The bumps caused by the metal adorning his cock was a rather foreign feeling. You couldn’t quite figure out if it felt good or not. His cock also felt bigger due to the bumps. It was already quite large, but the bumps gave him that something extra. It made you feel dizzy.

Yoshida eased himself further into you, slowly rocking his hips forward before pulling back only to push in further at the next rock of his hips. The way your walls squeezed and fluttered around him made it hard for him to keep this steady pace. He so desperately wanted to just shove all of himself into you even if it meant hurting you. But he knew he shouldn’t. He was prepared to be hated by you… but he didn’t want to hurt you. He only wanted to make you feel good, to make you come undone on his cock.

The pace at which he rocked his hips back and forth was slow, agonisingly so. You knew he had to go slow at first given his size. Your body hasn’t properly adjusted to the way that he’s splitting you open. Honestly, it was hard to breathe. The combination of just how deep he was inside you along with the way his lips were pressed to yours… it made breathing quite a bit harder than you expected.

It felt as if your vision was becoming cloudy, as if little sparklings of stars adorned the edges of your view of the man above you. You struggled to pull away from the kiss, to get Yoshida to let go of you. He was kissing you so hungrily, devouring you. It was only when you pulled his head back by his hair that he broke away from the kiss, groaning.

You gasped, taking in several deep breaths of air. Yoshida had stopped moving, instead keeping himself as still as he could with your walls squeezing around his cock — which was now fully buried inside you. With each gulp of air you took, your chest rose just enough for Yoshida to feel the warmth of your skin graze against his chest. It made him twitch inside you.

Watching the way you panted beneath him… Feeling your walls squeeze around him… Hearing the sweet gasps you let out… It all made it incredibly hard for Yoshida to keep himself under control. It was becoming even harder with the way your nails raked along his clothed back and your legs squeezed around his waist. When did you even latch onto him like this? He was so caught up in the kiss that he hadn’t even noticed the ways in which you pulled him closer to you. In all honesty, he didn’t need much more to lose control to properly make a mess of you.

“F- Fuck, Hiro,” you moaned that name that sent shivers up his spine, “I need more… Hiro, please, move.” Your words were soft, but hard to miss with how close the two of you were to each other.

You let out an almost pained cry when Yoshida sat up, hands now bruising into your hips as he lifted them off of the bed. With your shoulders still down on the bed Yoshida started rocking his hips back and forth at a pace much faster — and much more aggressive — than before. It was as if hearing you call him “Hiro” made him lose all of his self control. Well, he had been hanging on by a thread for a while now.

There was just something about the way you said it. You were the only one to call him Hiro. The only one to say his name so gently despite everything that he’s done. How could you speak to him with such affection after what he’s done to you tonight? It made his mind all foggy and his desire to ruin you overpower his desire to treat you gently.

The sudden change in pace sent a chorus of moans and cries from your lips. You clawed at the bedding beneath you, desperately trying to find something to hold onto, to steady yourself with. Yoshida was pounding into you so forcefully that along with your body rocking back and forth, the headboard of the bed also knocked into the wall behind it whenever he gave a particularly hard thrust.

“Fuck, this is… in the… way,” he said between thrusts, referring to the skirt that you were still wearing. It was no longer covering you at all, given the position. But it still annoyed Yoshida as it covered up bits of your skin that he’d rather have within view. He let go of your hips, forcing you to squeeze your legs tightly around his waist to keep yourself up. A loud groan of a moan left his lips as your walls squeezed tightly around him due to your muscles tensing up. The feeling of your walls hugging his cock so snuggly was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Another groan left the man above you as he took hold of your skirt, ripping it with ease before tossing it aside. Now you were left only in your panties and ripped tights. It wasn’t long before your tight was ripped even further and soon removed from your body. Yoshida kept rocking his hips, a finger trailing over the hem of your panties before stopping at the small bow that adorned it. “Cute,” he mumbled, “too bad…” You barely had any time to process what he said before one of your favourite pairs of comfortable panties were ripped from your body and discarded.

You were now left entirely bare beneath Yoshida, not a single bit of your skin covered by clothing anymore. You tried covering yourself with your hands when he commented on how pretty your skin was — a sudden wave of embarrassment hitting you. You weren’t able to keep yourself covered for long as Yoshida grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands to where the two of you were connected.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, pretty thing.” He used his hold on your wrists not only as a way to keep you from covering yourself, but also as a way to pull you into each of his thrusts. With each rock of his hips his hands would squeeze your wrists a bit harder. It hurt, but the pain was nowhere near as overwhelming as the warmth and arousal bubbling inside you. You were close.

It took only a few more thrusts of his hips to send you over the edge, to have your walls convulsing around his cock as your sweet release squirted around its base. You were already a mess from your previous release, this one only made things that much more messy.

Even when you begged Yoshida to slow down, to give you a moment, he wouldn’t stop. He kept pounding into you, moaning at the feeling of your pretty pussy fluttering and squeezing around him. It was almost painful how tight you got as your orgasm overcame you. He couldn’t stop himself, desperate to fall over the edge of his own release.

“Hah, fuck,” he breathed out, leaning down to press his lips to your drooling ones. He lapped at your spit, enjoying every bit of you as he pushed his tongue past your lips to explore your mouth once more. The kiss didn’t last long as he soon moved on to your jaw, kissing and nipping at the skin. He made his way down to your neck, this time being more forceful in his attempts at marking you up with hickeys and faint bite marks.

He only bit you hard enough to leave indents in your skin, not wanting to draw blood and possibly leave a more permanent mark. Though the idea of leaving a mark you couldn’t get rid of was tempting, Yoshida decided against it.

It wasn’t long before he spilled his seed inside you, moaning out your name in such a desperate tone of voice. He had buried himself as deep as possible inside you, wanting to make sure he painted even the deepest parts of you white with his release. You felt so warm around him. He couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back or the way his hands squeezed at your wrists.

Yoshida stayed still inside you for a few moments, wanting to bask in this warmth for a little while longer before he pulled his hips back. You thought it was over, that he was done… instead he thrusted forward again, almost knocking all the air from your lungs as he did so. You could feel his seed mixed with your own juices squirt from your cunt, a disgustingly sweet sound following it. It made your head spin.

Eventually Yoshida halted his movements, but kept himself buried inside you. He took the time to admire the way your chest rose and fell, the way he marked up your skin, the way your tears ran along your cheeks. It almost made him shiver just how surreal this all felt. He couldn’t believe he actually got to do this.

“N… fair…” Your inaudible mumbles were somewhat hard for Yoshida to make out. He once more leaned closer to you, his hands now moving to your back to pull you against his chest as he sat up. A whine left your lips at the change of position.

“What was that, sweetheart?” His voice was so soft — so sweet.

“It’s… not fair,” you struggled to get the words out, panting. You grabbed at the harness that he wore over his buttoned shirt, tugging at it. “You should also… take it off. ‘s unfair that–” You didn’t get the chance to finish your sentence as Yoshida laid you down in front of him, still not fully pulling out of you.

Yoshida felt a shiver run up his spine at the cute way you whined. He didn’t need you to finish your sentence to understand what you wanted. Soon he moved to take off his harness and next his shirt. Once the clothing items were discarded, he pulled you back up onto his lap. He pressed you close to himself, thrilled with the feeling of your naked skin against his own.

It was hard for you to miss just how toned and muscular he had gotten. Back in high school he still had that soft layer of baby fat covering his muscles. But now it seems that he’s lost most of it. His abdominal muscles were toned, firm beneath your hands that explored his now also bare skin. He was softer in the past… But you’d be lying if you said the current, more toned version of him was something you disliked. You couldn’t really decide which you would like more. You came to the conclusion that regardless of how toned or soft Yoshida’s body was, you’d still love the way his skin felt against yours.

He kept you close to himself, admiring your features through half lidded eyes before he leaned even closer to kiss you once more. This kiss was somehow different. With your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your back, Yoshida lowered you onto the bed. He followed you down, keeping his lips to yours in the tender kiss he wished to never break.

Yoshida grinded his hips forward, enjoying the way you moaned into his mouth as his cock caressed your tender insides. The whine you let out when he pulled out of you sounded almost like a plea of disappointment — as if you didn’t want him to leave you so empty despite the way your insides throbbed from overstimulation.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips once he found it in himself to break the kiss. You were both panting. “I’m not even close to being done with you.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, feeling your breath against his cheek as you breathed through your slightly parted lips. He pressed another kiss to your lips — a short and sweet one.

He kissed along your jaw and then your neck, eliciting soft mewls from you as he did so. He kissed all the way to your stomach, peppering several kisses across the softness of it.

You were caught off guard by the way Yoshida gripped your sides so suddenly — so roughly — before he turned you over, your back now to him. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but found it hard to get the words out as you instead let out soft mewls of satisfaction as Yoshida’s hands kneaded into your sides. The gentle kneading was soon accompanied by kisses being littered along your back.

Yoshida sought out each of those beautiful moles that adorned your skin, placing brief pecks to it as he moved down towards the back of your thighs. There, towards the upper back of your inner thigh, he found his favourite beauty mark. He kissed, nipped and sucked at the spot until it was in the centre of a dark bruise.

One last kiss was placed to the mole before Yoshida sat up, straightening his back as he looked down at your dishevelled form beneath him. You were so small compared to him. It was clear to him that it wouldn’t be very hard for him to break you if he tried — to do whatever he wanted with you. But he knew he didn’t want that. What fun would you be if you were too broken to toy with and pleasure like this?

You felt the metal adorned belly of Yoshida’s cock rub itself along the slit of your ass, coating your skin in a mixture of his and your release. Soon the tip pressed to your hole — which was still convulsing from past orgasms. You attempted to protest, but your voice was too hoarse and your body too weak to stop him. You could only let out a moan of a cry as Yoshida pushed himself into your cunt once more. A mixture of pleasure and comfort overcame you. Despite your initial attempts at protest, the feeling of him sheathed inside you felt so good. It was as if he was the perfect fit.

His movements were slow and steady as he grinded into you, hands squeezing at the plumness of your ass — massaging the soft mounds of flesh. He couldn’t help but spread the cheeks of your ass, wondering if your asshole was just as cute as your cunt. A thumb inched closer to your asshole, making you shudder at the feeling. Honestly, you were too busy trying not to lose yourself to the pleasure of his cock massaging your insides that you barely paid any notice to what else Yoshida was doing.

He couldn’t help but find the way your asshole puckered at every rock of his hips arousing. It made his cock twitch inside you. Yoshida pressed his right hand’s middle and index fingers to your asshole, nudging at it ever so gently. You didn’t notice the way he crossed them over one another or the command he mumbled to the octopus devil to lend him its tentacles. Only when the sliminess of the tentacle’s slick coated your empty hole did you start to notice that Yoshida was plotting something you weren’t aware of.

Your eyes went wide as you tried to look behind you, to see the tentacles surrounding Yoshida. An uncomfortable warmth bubbled inside you at the thought of what Yoshida was planning to use those tentacles for. You were torn between wanting to get away, being scared of what might happen… and wanting to remain still beneath Yoshida, to let the tentacles use you at his command.

You’ve watched tentacle porn before… got off to it even. But never did you think you’d be, well, the star of a real life tentacle porno.

You let out a pained whine as one of the slicked tentacles pressed into your asshole. Yoshida was still buried fully inside your cunt, groaning at the way your cunt squeezed him each time the tentacle pulled out of or pushed into you. Yoshida softly shushed you, massaging your spread cheeks as he watched the tentacle slowly work its way deeper into your ass.

Thanks to the slick produced by the tentacles, there was no need for lube as it loosened up your asshole. It simply squirted out more of its slick each time it went a bit deeper. The slick was warm inside you, making you squirm beneath Yoshida. His hands left your asscheeks, instead going to your sides to steady your hips. He didn’t need to keep your cheeks spread with his hands when the tentacles could do it for him.

With each thrust the tentacles gave inside you, the suckers pulled at your insides — doing as their name suggested — sucking at your insides and massaging your slicked walls with each movement. Yoshida couldn’t help but enjoy the way the tentacle pressed against his cock, separated only by that layer of flesh between your holes. It made him moan, feeling the way the tentacle moved in and out of your asshole. Not to mention, the way your cunt tightened around him with each thrust of it — it made him feel dizzy from how good it felt.

“Fuck,” Yoshida groaned out, fingers digging into the skin of your sides. You whimper at the sting. He couldn’t help it… even if he was barely moving his own hips, just the way you squeezed around him felt like it could send him over the edge. It was as if you were trying to milk him of even more of his seed.

A grumble left your lips when both Yoshida and the tentacles pulled out of you. Both your holes squeezed around nothing, wetness and slick dripping from them. His hands went to grab onto your upper arms to pull you up against him. You felt the tip of his cock press to your loosened asshole. He would have no trouble entering you now after you’ve been loosened so well by the tentacles. He slowly pushed into you, moaning at the way your walls welcomed him with a tight embrace.

Yoshida’s hands moved along your body, one going to rest on your stomach whilst the other cupped one of your breasts — fingers toying with your nipple. Mewls and moans could be heard from you as his hips started rocking back and forth. You could feel the way his cock twitched inside you, the way his hands pressed to your skin and his fingers pinched at your nipple. You also noticed the way the tentacles snaked along your legs and towards your cunt. One made its way up to your neglected nipple, wrapping itself around it before it let the suckers stick to your soft skin.

That warmth inside your belly kept bubbling, growing more uneasy as you felt a slicked tentacle tuck itself between your pussy lips, sucking at the petals of your cunt before moving down to your hole. It was so sudden, making you cry out louder than you had meant when it pushed into your cunt as far as it could go. You could feel the underside of the tentacle sucking at your insides, pushing and pulling at all those sensitive spots inside you.

Yet another cry left you as a second tentacle made its way into your cunt, stretching you much further than what you thought possible. The stretch stung, making your eyes tear up. You could feel the tentacles intertwine with each other, their smooth backs pressed together to ensure their suckers could get hold of every bit of your sweet insides.

“You feel so good.” Yoshida’s lips pressed to the back of your neck, instinctively finding itself peppering kisses to the mole that decorated your nape. You could tell he was close with the way his cock pulsed inside you. You knew you were close as well. The way the tentacles massaged your insides and Yoshida pressed to your stomach… it made your release inch closer and closer by the second.

A tentacle finding its way to your puffy clit was all it took to make you come undone. You cried out, “Hiro! Fuck, Hiro! Please!” Your hands moved down to grab at the tentacle that was sucking at your clit. You didn’t have any strength left inside you to try and pull it away, simply holding onto it after a failed attempt.

The way you moaned out his name, the way your walls squeezed him so tightly… it made Yoshida’s vision become blurry. It felt so unimaginably good. He wondered if he would ever get to feel this good again. Both yours and Yoshida’s moans filled the room, accompanied by vulgar squelching sounds as the tentacles pumped in and out of your squirting cunt.

The two of you came undone together, Yoshida also filling your asshole with his warm seed. He could barely bring himself to pull out, your walls squeezing him so tightly that it almost hurt. In a bit of a haze Yoshida mumbled something you couldn’t quite make out, followed by your cunt experiencing a sudden emptiness as the tentacles vanished.

Both you and Yoshida plopped down onto your messy bed, too worn out to keep yourselves upright any longer. Yoshida laid beside you, pulling you to his chest as you draped your leg over his side in order to be even closer to him.

Even though you were struggling to keep your eyes open, you forced yourself to look into Yoshida’s darker eyes. They were glossed over, half lidded. You wondered if you also looked as drunk on pleasure as Yoshida does. You pressed a kiss to his lips before your vision started to darken. You could no longer keep yourself awake.

END NOTES.

once again thank you to my beloved zen for this comm !! it was a lot of fun !!

also, please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, edit or claim my work as your own. do not share or recommend it on social media sites other than t.umblr & ao3. please & thank you.

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