john "soap" mactavish / reader ā 9.3k
sale of a lifetime mini series !
tags: smut, developing relationship, virginity for sale trope, protective!soap, virgin!reader, afab!reader, no prns for reader, mean!soap? or maybe just intense!soap, soap is NOT beginner-friendly
cw: loss of virginity, soap's filthy mouth, fingering, multiple orgasms, wet&messy, sloppy blowjob, cum facial, squirting, crying during sex?/dacryphilia, consent check bc johnny is a GOOD MAN, intense heated sex to sex with feelings, cunnilingus, corruption kink if u squint, multiple rounds, sloppy sex tbh
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Itās not like itās hard to find someone to sell your virginity to, men come out of the woodwork offering you the money. Itās no problem at all to set up a little meeting and get to know them before youāre whisked away to a bedroom.
At least, thatās how it should be.Ā
The problem was there seemingly was always something that got in the way. Or ratherā¦someone.
Soap, in fact.Ā
or.
After continuously getting in the way of your attempts to sell your virginity, you finally let yourself fall into bed with him instead.
You couldnāt believe you wound up here. You always thought it would happen in some sweet way. A long-time boyfriend or girlfriend, happy and in love. Youād snuggle up afterwards and be told how good you were.
But no, instead you became swamped in debt and ended up on the verge of eviction even though you were living in the cheapest apartment you could find that wasnāt in an area that would get you stabbed for stepping outside. You needed money fast and you had one thing that plenty of perverts would pay for; your virginity. Itās not your most crowning moment in life but as they say, you gotta do what you gotta do.Ā
At least, thatās what you keep telling yourself so you donāt crumble under the shame of it all.Ā
When the chair across from you suddenly gets yanked out, feet scraping obnoxiously across the floor, making you nearly jump out of your skin. The man who sits down looks nothing like the picture he sent and you internally groan. He looks much older than you, no doubt in his mid 40ās, balding, and graying hair. You wouldnāt mind an older man if he were a little moreā¦attractive. Sure, maybe thatās a bit shallow of you but fuck, itās your virginity youāre giving away. You should be allowed to be picky with the man you choose! Under normal circumstances you would be so why not now?
Then again, this isnāt exactly normal circumstances was it?
You pick up the glass of the strongest drink you could handle that you ordered at the bar while waiting and downed it in one deep gulp. You gave the man a very fake smile and he grinned back, the sleazy sight making your stomach turn.Ā
You were going to need a lot more alcohol.Ā
The evening turned into night and youāre feeling the effects of the alcohol. Your ādateā doesnāt seem to mind in the slightest as you drink, if anything he seems elated. That thought makes you curl your lip in disgust.Ā
āSo,ā he starts when you finally lean back in your chair, having had your fill of alcohol for the night, āShall we move this along? My place or yours?ā
āYou got the money you promised?ā you ask, raising a brow, unsure if you sounded as drunk to him as you did to yourself.
āIn my car,ā he responds, grin sitting irritatingly lopsided on his ugly face, āGot it all ready for you. After services are rendered, of course.ā
Anxiety coils in your stomach at the mention of what you have to do to get the money. Itās a lot of money and that makes your palms sweaty ā you need it. You feel like thereās eyes on you from behind, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. When you turn to look around, thereās no one paying any attention to you. Everyone in the bar was having a nice time. You wish you were one of them.Ā
āLetās get out here,ā the man grins, āI am just achinā to get my hands on you.ā
He stands up but you find yourself rooted to your seat. Your entire body feels tense, you canāt find it in yourself to stand up. You donāt want to go with the guy, you decide. Your fight or flight activates with terrifying speed, alerting you of the danger youāre in. Though youāre not exactly sure what danger that is just yet.
āI thinkā¦ā you start and the guy heaves a big sigh.
āDonāt tell me youāre backinā out?ā he grumbles, not bothering to mask his irritation, āAfter I came all this way? Thatās awfully rude of you.ā
āI just donāt think I want toāā he groans, embarrassingly loud.
You feel the eyes of nearby patrons on you and your cheeks burn under the scrutiny. Shame bubbles up inside you at the thought of them finding out what exactly was going on between the two of you.Ā
āLetās go,ā he snaps, his anger bubbling to the surface as he rounds the table and grabs hold of your arm.
You donāt bother fighting back as he yanks you to your feet, instead leveling him with a fierce glare. You donāt want to make a scene in front of all these people so you plan to let him drag out outside where you can really give him a piece of your mind before hopefully coming back inside and peacefully getting drunk alone.
But a sudden, growling voice has both of you freezing in place, āI donāt think youāre goinā anywhere.ā
Your eyes fall upon a man, standing tall and confidently. He has a mohawk, brilliant blue eyes and handsome features. Upon first glance, you could immediately tell he was in the military based on his posture alone. He was intimidating, broad and well-built.
āHey, dude, why don't you mind your own fuckinā business,ā your ādateā snarled, yanking you harshly towards him.
You felt your eye twitch in irritation but your drunken brain was too slow to react properly. You were still hung up on the appearance of this rather good looking man.Ā
āThis is my business,ā the stranger said, Scottish accent thick as he took two big strides over to the both of you, āWhy don't you just leave quietly so things don't have to get ugly?āĀ
Your ādateā stares the strange man down for a few seconds, taking a glance at you before kissing his teeth and ripping his hand off of you.Ā
āYou ain't worth this shit,ā he huffed, stomping off into the crowd. You could hear the bell over the door ring, announcing his final departure from the scene.
āWell, he was just a dandy fellow,ā your rescuer jokes, a crooked grin settling on his face. His shoulders relaxed and he held his hand out, āNameās Soap. How about I walk you home?āĀ
āThat'd be great,ā you responded, feeling your stomach starting to roll as the alcohol settled. You knew you were going to be stuck with your head over the toilet bowl soon and you'd rather be in the comfort of your apartment for that.Ā
āLetās get a move on then,ā he waved forward for you to lead the way.Ā
The crisp outside air had you sighing happily. You hadn't realized how hot you were in there but now that the light breeze brushed against your skin, you noticed how you had begun to sweat.Ā
āSo youāre military, huh?ā you ask, leading him in the direction of your apartments āSoap.āĀ
He chuckles, āYou caught me.āĀ
You smile, āIt's kind of hard to miss, no offense.āĀ
āNone taken,ā he assures, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, āWhat were you doinā with a piece of shite like that? Was he your boyfriend?āĀ
You sputter, āNo! Nothing like that. I justā¦had a deal with him, that's all. I called it off and he got pissed. I'm sorta pissed at myself. Just missed out on a fuck ton of money.āĀ
Soapās brows raise, āWhat kind of deal?āĀ
Your drunken brain forgets all about the fact such a deal should be kept quiet. Your mouth opens before you can stop yourself, āMy virginity for his money. But Iām not like a prostitute or anything!āĀ
He holds his hands up as surrender when you get defensive at the shocked look on his face, āYou need money that bad?ā
āYou have no idea,ā you sign, pinching the bridge of your nose at the mere thought of your money troubles, āI never do this. You know? I-I mean obviouslyā¦with the virginity and all. But-!ā
āIām not judginā you,ā he assures, āHard times. But you should be careful. Lotās of dangerous characters out there.ā
āYeah,ā you sigh, shrugging your shoulders as you come to a stop, āThis is my place.ā
āRight,ā he mutters, āLet me give you my number.ā
āFor what?ā you sputter, watching him pull out his wallet.
āJust in case,ā he smiles, āI doubt anyone really knows what youāre dealinā with right? I do. So if youāre ever in any trouble,ā he hands you a business card, āGive me a call.ā
You take the card and look it over. Itās got his name and military rank but not much else. You raise a brow, āWhy do you have a business card on you?ā
He chuckles, waving his hand flippantly, āJust ācause. Iāll see you around, darlinā.ā
āYeah,ā you smile, stowing the card away in your pocket, āThanks for walking me home, Soap.ā
He stands outside of your place, waiting until youāre safely inside and shutting the door. When you peek out the window, you see him walking off in the direction that you had come from. You smile and go about getting ready for bed, grateful that youāre not feeling that awful nauseous pit in your stomach you had earlier.
When you wake up in the morning, youāre still dressed in your clothes and you have no recollection of having laid down the night before. You groan, your head throbbing in your skull as you sit up.Ā
You stumble your way to the bathroom, grimacing at the sight of yourself in the mirror. You take the time to start the shower and strip yourself, determined to scrub the grime from last night off of your body.Ā
By the time you step out, youāre feeling like a brand new person. You stretch your arms over your head and work on drying yourself off. Wrapping your towel around your body, gather your clothes in your arms, and trudge back into your bedroom.Ā
You look through the pockets of your jeans from yesterday, pulling out various coins and candy wrappers that you remember snacking on in the car to ease your nerves. You finally pull out the last thing ā the business card Soap had given you last night.Ā
It all floods back to you, and you find yourself pulling your phone out, opening it to make a new contact under the name Soap.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, still wrapped in your towel, you shoot him a text.
āHi Soap, remember me? You walked me home last night! I was just wondering if I could take this as a business inquiry?ā
You arenāt sure where the burst of confidence came from. Last night, you would have never even thought to ask him such a thing. But the fact your plans fell through last night with that pig of a man, you kind of had no other choice at this point.Ā
And luckily for you, Soap texted back almost immediately.
āSure, darlinā. We can consider it a business inquiry.ā
Jackpot, you think. Not only is he very good looking and nice ā if he has the money, then you canāt think of anyone better to sell your āgoodsā to.Ā
Heās perfect.
Turns out, Soap is more than ready to meet up. Not at a bar, youāre thrilled, but at an actual restaurant. It almost feels like a real date!
You have the opportunity to dress yourself up and feel pretty. It feels so much better than meeting up with that guy at the dingy bar. Your nerves are almost non-existent.Ā
You still have that jittery feeling everyone gets when theyāre going to be going out with someone new.Ā
But this isnāt actually a date, you have to tell yourself, as you get into your car to drive to the restaurant. Itās a meeting.
When you walk in, youāre greeted with the heavenly smell of food and what you can only deduce as something akin to mint. Itās a lovely restaurant, tablecloths and wine glasses everywhere.Ā
You look around the room before you spot him, sitting at a table in the far back nursing a glass of water. You make your way there, coming to a slow stop in front of the table. He looks up, blue eyes widening at the sight of you before he jumps to his feet.Ā
āYou made it,ā he says, a smile growing on his lips.Ā
He rounds the table and pulls your chair out, gesturing for you to take a seat.
āThank you,ā you say as he pushes you in a bit before returning to his own seat.Ā
Soap situates his elbows on the table, chin resting on his hands as he gazes across at you. You feel your cheeks burn underneath his intense gaze, not able to gain the courage to look directly at him.
A waiter comes by, depositing a basket of fresh, buttered bread on your table, letting you know heāll be around in a moment to collect your orders. You offer him a polite smile as he vanishes, acutely aware that Soap is still staring right at you.Ā
āWhy are youā¦ā you clear your throat, finally looking at him.Ā
āYou look lovely,ā he says, a smile growing on his face when you become more bashful, āYouāre truly breathtaking, has anyone ever told you that before?ā
You can feel how hot your cheeks are and you resist the urge to reach up and pat them in an attempt to cool them down. Youāre at a loss for words, no clue what to say in response to that. You hadnāt been told anything like that before, actually. Nor has anyone ever looked at you with such infatuated intensity like he is right now.Ā
Thankfully, the waiter arrives to relieve you of this immense pressure. Pulled from his devoted admiration, Soap orders first before you put your own order in.Ā
Left alone once again, you and Soap fall into an easy conversation. Youāre surprised by how nice it is to talk to him, heās open and funny. He tells you about his buddies in the military and about how he goes out to drink every weekend with some guy named Kyle and that he thinks his buddy Ghostās jokes are just the worst abomination on Earth.Ā
You get so lost in talking to him, you donāt even realize how much time has passed. Your food arrives and the table finally falls quiet.Ā
You both get lost in eating your meals. Soap finishes his glass of wine and leans back in his seat with a content sigh. When you finish your own plate, you do the same. The chair creaks underneath the shift of weight and your eyes meet his.Ā
You wait to see if heāll say something. But he just continues to stare at you, drifting from your eyes and down the rest of your body thatās not hidden by the table.Ā
āSo, should we get out of here?ā you finally find yourself asking, burying any embarrassment deep down, āYour place or mine?ā
Soap seems to falter suddenly, crooked smile slipping off of his face, āListen, darlinā...I-I donāt actually want toā¦you knowā¦ā
Your cheeks burn a little and you shrink in on yourself where you sit, āOh! Well, thatās fine. I-Itās just that you said it was an inquiry soā¦I assumed.ā
Soap shakes his head, reaching across the table to place his hand over yours, āI know. I told you that just so I could see you. Iām just worried about you, darlinā.ā
āYou want to talk me out of it,ā you sigh, leaning back in your seat again, āI appreciate your concern, Soap. But Iām really at the end of my rope here. This is my very last resort, you understand?ā
āBut you shouldnāt have to-!ā you pull your hand out from underneath his and stand.
āI know,ā you shrug, āIām only doing what I can with my circumstances. I appreciate you taking the time to see me and let me know youāre worried. Iāll see you around, okay?ā
You leave him behind at the table and make your way back to your car. As you sit, engine idling, the disappointment bubbles up within you. Soap is probably the absolute best you could have gotten in a situation like this. But, itās clear now that youāre going to have to find a new guy.Ā
You just hope you donāt walk right into the clawed talons of some unknown serial killer or something.Ā
The thought sends shivers down your spine as you make your way back home.
So begins the process of finding a new person to get the money from.Ā
Itās not like itās hard to find someone to sell your virginity to, men come out of the woodwork offering you the money. Itās no problem at all to set up a little meeting and get to know them before youāre whisked away to a bedroom.Ā
At least, thatās how it should be.Ā
The problem was there seemingly was always something that got in the way. Or ratherā¦someone.
Soap, in fact.Ā
Around every turn, he was there to intercept the meeting you had with a man.Ā
A terribly boring man named Charles; Soap showed up at the bar you met at. The surprisingly young guy you werenāt even sure had enough money for his own monthly rent, Brandon; Soap was there. Justin, the doctor that lowkey gave you the creeps; Soap was there too.Ā
Every single time, the Scot would sit himself at the table and run the guy off, leaving you no choice but to go home alone and moneyless.Ā
Youāre getting angrier with every passing day and before you know it, youāre calling him up and asking him to meet you.Ā
The second you lay your eyes on him, youāre marching right up to him.
āWhat the hell is your problem, Soap?!ā you cry, practically nose to nose with him as you glare.
āWhoa, darlinā,ā he holds his hands up in mock surrender, āDonāt know what I did to get you so wound up but-ā
āYou know exactly what youāve done!ā you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, āWhy do you keep getting in my way?ā
āThatās a mean thing to say to someone,ā he responds lightheartedly.Ā
But then your glare wipes the smile off of his face and he sighs, running a hand through his mohawk. He stuffs his hands into his pockets, rocking anxiously back and forth on his heels as he seems to think over his next words carefully.
āIām just lookinā out for you, darlinā,ā he assures, āThisā¦isn't safe, what youāre doinā. You could get into somethinā real serious. I justā¦want to make sure youāre safe.ā
You deflate and sigh, āI already told you, Soap. I appreciate your concern butā¦ā
Suddenly, he surges forward, big, rough hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls your lips to his. You gasp, hands resting against his chest as you allow yourself to melt into the kiss.Ā
When he pulls back, he seems almost nervous, āI wanted to kiss you really badly the first night I saw you.ā
āSo you like me?ā you ask softly, not taking your hands off of his chest.
He reaches up, wrapping one of his hands around yours, āIām afraid so.ā
āSoapā¦ā you start but he interrupts you.
āJohnny,ā he says, āCall me Johnny.ā
āJohnny,ā you correct yourself, feeling your cheeks burn at the positively giddy look on his face, āI donāt know ifā¦thisā¦ā you gesture between the two of you, āIs a good ideaā¦with what Iām dealing with.ā
His brows furrowed and a frown lines his lips. You find yourself wishing you could wipe the solemn look right off his face ā it doesnāt suit him, āJust give me a chance, yeah? Thatās all I ask of you.ā
You sigh, āOkay, Johnny.ā
Youāre not sure why you gave in so easily to him. But the bright look returns to his eyes again and you find yourself feeling lighter.Ā
He steps back, slipping his fingers in between yours. He tugs you in his direction to follow him and you do, heart skipping in your chest as you look at your hand wrapped up in his.Ā
You havenāt been in a relationship in a very long time so this giddy feeling wasnāt one that you got to feel very often.Ā
Sooner than youād like, heās slipping his hand from yours to open the door to an apartment complex for you. You step inside and make your way down the hallway, tailing close behind him up to a door on the first floor ā apartment 108.Ā
āItās not much,ā he gives you that charming, crooked smile as he opens the door.
āItās better than my place,ā you joke as you toe your shoes off.
āHave you had anything to eat?ā he asks, helping you out of your jacket before hanging it on the rack by the door. You shake your head and he nods, āIāll order us somethinā. Go ahead and make yourself at home.ā
You watch him disappear into the kitchen as you look around his flat. Itās a modest apartment, a bit bare but thereās little bits of Johnny scattered around the place. There were picture frames on the walls and on different surfaces. The couch was navy blue and looked well loved.Ā
āHereās some water,ā he says, startling you as he comes back into the living room, āI ordered us some food, wasnāt sure what you liked so I guessed.ā
You chuckle, taking a seat on the couch, āI donāt mind.ā
āIām not really,ā he chuckles, sounding nervous, āGood at this.ā
āWell,ā you sink into the cushions, āI canāt say I am either.ā
He laughs, a sweet, melodic sound that makes your cheeks flush, āWell, in that case. We can justā¦go with the flow.ā
āYeah,ā you nod, āGo with the flow.ā
By the time the food arrives, you and Soap are invested in watching a random season of The Bachelorette. Neither of you could decide so you looked online to find a wheel to spin to decide your fate for you.Ā
āUgh,ā Soap groans, āCanāt believe sheās goinā on about how dreamy this bastard is. Heās a total tool!ā
You giggle, holding one of his throw pillows against your chest as you sit. Youāre about to add your own two cents when the doorbell rings.Ā
Soap jumps to his feet, āFuckinā hell, I could eat a cow.ā
You admire the view of him from behind when he opens the door. His tight green t-shirt hugs the dip of his waist, riding up just a bit to show a sliver of tanned skin. His shoulders look impossibly wide as he stands in the doorway to take the food, muscles rippling beneath the fabric. His jeans sit low on his hips, belt tied tightly around them.Ā
Fuck, heās good looking.
He turns, grinning and holding up the bags as if to show you his spoils. He raises one dark brow curiously, as if he knows what youād been thinking.
āSo,ā he coos, saddling up next to you, placing the food on the coffee table, āDid you enjoy the view?ā
You squeak, āI donāt think itās polite to call out someone for lookingā¦ā
He cocks his head to the side and chuckles, leaning down to grip your chin, āMind if I kiss you?ā
āNow youāre asking?ā you respond, breathless as you look at his lips coming closer and closer to yours.
āAye,ā he breathes.Ā
You nod and his lips are against yours in an instant. He supports his weight by placing his hands on the back of the couch. You have to crane your neck back to be able to kiss him but having him over top of you like this is exhilarating.Ā
You know you should stop before you get too carried away but you canāt seem to bring yourself to break away from him. Your attraction to this man is palpable and all consuming.Ā
Against your better judgment, you let him push you down, back against the cushions so he can crawl onto the couch. One knee on one side of you, he keeps one foot on the floor to straddle you without crushing you under his weight. But you wish that he would, fuck.Ā
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers slipping through the short hairs of his mohawk. He sighs against your lips, one hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat, just pinning you down so he can deepen the kiss.Ā
You find yourself tugging at his shirt, edging it up and up until heās forced to pull away.
āAre you sure?ā he asks, blue eyes swallowed by the black of his pupils when he meets your gaze.Ā
You nod, āWant you, Johnny.ā
āIāll give you all of me,ā he promises, sitting up to yank his shirt over his head.Ā
It feels like the air evaporates from your lungs at the sight of him. Heās built, muscles rippling underneath a layer of fat ā a man who is built for pure strength. His tanned skin is littered with tattoos here and there and hair speckles over his chest and stomach, a thick happy trail disappearing under his jeans. Which are tented with how his hardened cock presses against the fabric, desperate to be released.Ā
Your hand slips down the planes of his chest and down his tummy, cupping his erection. It twitches and kicks beneath your touch and pulls a groan from him.Ā
He reaches out, wrapping his hand around your wrist and bringing your hand to his lips where he places a kiss upon your palm.Ā
āStrip yourself, baby,ā he orders, āWanna see that pretty body.ā
He sits back on his heels, watching your every movement as you slip your shirt off and shimmy your pants down your hips.Ā
When you stop, he realizes you're not going to take your panties off so he quickly does it for you. His thumbs hook into the band and yanks them down, making you squeal as the force jostles you.Ā
Soap chuckles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as his hands eagerly cup your breasts. You sigh at the contact, arching your back to press more into his touch.Ā
His kisses all over your chest, leaving no spot untouched, until he can pop one of your nipples in his mouth. You whimper, fingers sliding appreciatively through his mohawk while his other hand slips between your thighs.Ā
You easily part them, nearly panting by the time his fingers slip between your folds. You're already wet and sticky, drooling all over yourself with slick he uses to circle your clit.Ā
Your hips twitch as the first feeling of his rough fingers on the little bud. You cry out, tugging on his hair as he switches his mouth to give your other nipple proper attention.Ā
You arch your hips, his fingers sneaking down to prod at your entrance. With a glance at your face to make sure you're okay with it, he slides one in.Ā
There's a loud squelch when it sinks in to the last knuckle and you whine in embarrassment.Ā
He can't resist commenting, āSo wet.āĀ
You whimper, lightly slapping his shoulder at his teasing. He chuckles, leaning up to press his lips against yours as he carefully works you open on that one finger. He presses and prods against your walls, waiting for you to relax so he can slip another one inside you ā really prepare you for his cock.Ā
He presses against your g-spot and it rips a heavenly sound from your lips that only encourages him to do it again. You get wetter and wetter, throbbing and clenching around his middle finger.Ā
When he decides you're ready, he introduces a second finger. His ring finger easily fits in right alongside his middle.Ā
āThere you go,ā he praises, unable to resist looking down to see where his fingers are buried inside you, āThat's it, baby, look at you go.āĀ
You gasp, eyes rolling back in your head when he adjusts his hand. His palm cups over your clit, the angle letting him really grind the tips of those digits right against that gooey little spot inside you.Ā
He watches the way you cream his fingers, milky colored slick dripping down his knuckles. It makes his mouth water.Ā
The movements rub his palm over your clit, stimulating the tender little bud and driving you closer and closer to the edge. You cry out, moaning and wailing the tighter that cord winds in your tummy.Ā
You clench and pulse against his fingers, a signal that you're going to cum for him. He works even harder, diligently worshiping your precious cunt until you toss your head back and sob.Ā
Your body trembles, thighs twitching in time to your walls squeezing around him. He moans with you, watching your pretty body in the throes of pleasure.Ā
When it becomes too much, you weakly reach down and bat his hand away. He slips his fingers out, watching you clamp your thighs shut.Ā
As you lay there panting and collecting yourself, he pops his cum-covered fingers into his mouth. He moans at your taste, slipping his tongue between them to catch every single drop of sweet cum he can get.Ā
By the time he finishes off the delicacy, you're watching him with lidded eyes and your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.Ā
āMore?ā he asks, a crooked grin on his face. You nod and he chuckles, āThat looked like a good fuckinā orgasm. Sure you can handle more?ā
āIf I can't,ā you whisper, sitting up to tug at his belt, āYou can make me.ā
āFuck,ā he groans, reaching down to help you open his pants, āWant me to make you take it, baby? Make you cum on my cock until you can't even think?ā
āPlease, Johnny,ā you whimper, not tearing your eyes off the sight of him stripping himself bare.Ā
His cock was fat and heavy, a thick patch of hair scattering the base with thick, full balls to match. You felt your mouth fill with saliva at the sight of his hand wrapped around his big cock, stroking himself languidly until enough precum had dripped out to slick himself up.Ā
āLet me hear it again, doll,ā his eyes are heavy lidded as he looks at you laid out beneath him, breathless and sweating from the orgasm heād worked out of you.
āPlease, Johnny,ā you whisper, needily reaching your hands out towards him.Ā
āShit,ā he grunts, āAlright.āĀ
He scoots closer to you, spreading your legs open for him. Your sticky folds part, exposing your swollen, sensitive clit and clenching hole thatās still drooling your creamy release.Ā
He slips the tip of his cock through the gooey mess, tapping it meanly against your little bud. Your knees flinch at the stimulation and your jaw drops open when he starts to push inside.Ā
It burns and you arch your hips away instinctively from the pain. He slips out and curses.
āYou gotta relax, sweetheart,ā he mumbles, hoisting your hips into his lap with an iron grip.Ā
āCanāt,ā you pitifully whimper.Ā
Soap clicks his tongue, purses his lips and lewdly spits on your clit. You whine, hands covering your face when he uses his cockhead to smear it all over.Ā
When he starts to push in again, the burn starts but a rough thumb finds your clit.Ā
āShh,ā Soap soothes you, watching as the furrow in your brows vanishes.Ā
He works your clit in tiny circles as he carefully saws his cock in and out of your tight hole, inching a little bit more in every time. Your body grows pliant and soft, slumping against the couch until he finally buries himself to the hilt.Ā
āThaaaaatās it,ā he praises, still rolling your hard clit under his thumb, āGood fuckinā job. Take your reward, sweetheart.āĀ
He remains completely stuffed inside you, grinding his hips up just a little until he prods at that gooey little spot inside you. His thumb continues to swirl around your clit and he watches your eyes grow wide, a grin stretching across his face.
āC-Cumminā-!ā you manage to gasp before you throw your head back.Ā
He groans, jaw falling open as he works you through the orgasm, rubbing your clit to ease you through every pleasurable wave. Itās only when you reach down, grabbing his wrist to stop him that he ceases.Ā
āFuck,ā you pant, pupils blown wide as he looks at you coming down.Ā
āFeels good cumming on cock, huh, sweetheart?ā he asks, once again wearing that crooked grin on his face.Ā
You nod your head, still too fucked out from your orgasm to properly formulate words. He chuckles, carefully pulling back until only the thick head of him remains nestled inside. With a swift, experienced roll of his hips, he stuffs every single inch right back in.Ā
You wail, grappling haphazardly against his shoulders for stability as he starts to really fuck you. He punches so deep, makes you feel him in your tummy. The friction burns and feels incredible at the same time.Ā
It feels so fucking good that you canāt stop any of the sounds that are forced from your lungs with every mind-numbingly pleasurable thrust of his cock. Youāre soaking him, dripping all creamy down his cock in a way he knows youāve never done before. No way your own fingers could make you cream like this and he doubts youāve ever sat this pretty cunt on any stupid toys.Ā
He groans, grinding against your clit every time he reaches as deep as he can, āNot gonna have shit to sell now, huh?ā
You whimper, shaking your head as you stare at him wide eyed, drool dripping over your lips because you canāt close your mouth for even a second. Thereās no way for you to quiet yourself, youāre loud, you wear every pleasurable experience on your face with no ability to hide or perform. Every reaction is real and authentic and he loves it.Ā
āDonāt think I can ever let you go after this, sweetheart,ā he coos, slowing his thrusts so you can focus on looking at him, āThat alright with you?ā
You swallow thickly and shakily nod your head, āO-Only want you, J-Johnny.ā
He snorts, sharp canines glinting at the predatory grin he gives you, āYou only sayinā that because youāre got your cunt stuffed full of my cock?ā
You whimper at the punishing thrust he gives you, the pain of him battering your cervix making you tremble, āN-No! L-Liked you when I first saw y-you. I-I swear, Johnny. Please!ā
āAlright, quit fuckinā begginā,ā he snaps, leaning out of your reach, making you whine.Ā
He takes a mean grip of your hips, using just his strength to yank you onto his cock like a fleshlight. You wail, head tossed back against the couch as he really fucks you. Every thrust is too deep but gives you nothing but pleasure. He grinds against your clit every time he sinks in, making sure to also aim for the gooey little spot that gets you creaming around him. His fat, heavy balls slap against your ass every time he stuffs that cock into you.Ā
Itās all just too much. He should know better, really, treating a little virgin pussy so meanly. Youāre too new to this, donāt know how to take such cruel, deep strokes. Youāre squeezing tight, staring at him with wide, glassy eyes. He canāt stop the moan that tears from his throat at the sight of tears trickling down your cheeks ā proof that this is all too much.Ā
But he doesnāt stop. He canāt stop. Not when he feels how tight youāre squeezing around him, how much wetter youāre getting as you get closer and closer to what he knows is going to be the best damn orgasm of your life.Ā
āCum,ā he whispers, shocked at how fucked his voice is from pleasure, āCum right fuckinā now.ā
āW-Wait, Johnny-!ā you wail, feet kicking as you fight against his iron-tight hold on you, āI-Itāsā¦It feels w-wrong!ā
āStop fuckinā runninā,ā he snarls, easily pinning you to the couch. He folds you up, knees to your chest as he presses his body weight down on you. He can feel the air being forced out of your lungs under the weight, āI said cum.ā
You open your mouth, wanting to say something. But you canāt get the words you, only whimpers and tears. He doesnāt care what you had to say, though. All he cares about is feeling your tight little cunt cum around him so he can have his own orgasm.Ā
You still try to fight him from how intense the build up is. You slap against his shoulders, squirm and try to kick him off but he easily holds you down. Even as you fight, you never once tell him to stop.Ā
After a few, long seconds, he feels it.Ā
Fuck, does he feel it.Ā
You gush. It splatters all over his cock and stomach. He curses, slamming into you over and over, every thrust forcing another squirt out of you. Youāre sobbing, fat tears falling down your cheeks and youāre moaning the prettiest damn symphony that has ever blessed his ears.Ā
The orgasm is too much, itās intense and all consuming. You canāt come down, every time he stuffs you full, your orgasm continues to wash through you.Ā
āJ-Johnny-!ā you sob, āN-No more!ā
āFuck!ā he snarls, cutting his own orgasm off when he pulls out of you.Ā
He pushes himself off of you and you curl in on yourself, softly sniffling and shaking in a little ball. He licks his dry lips at the sight of you covered in your own squirt.Ā
āCāmere, darlinā,ā he coos, panting and breathy, hoisting you up and into his lap.Ā
He cradles you in his arms as youāre wracked with trembles and twitches, your nerves zapping through your body from the pleasure. He shushes you, cupping your chin to make you look at him. Your eyes are red-rimmed and wet from your tears, pupils blown out wide. He clicks his tongue and wipes his thumb underneath to swipe some away.Ā
āThatās it, sweetheart,ā he coos, āJust get some breaths. Got a little overwhelmed, huh?ā
You nod, slumping against him with a sigh when you finally feel like youāre back in your body. Johnny is solid and sweaty beneath you, warm and comfortable as he cups the back of your head and strokes his hand over your body.Ā
āI-Iāve never umā¦ā you clear your throat, cheeks burning hot.
āKnocked your damn socks off, huh?ā he jokes, a crooked smile on his face.Ā
You giggle, endorphins still rushing through your body. You shift on his lap and catch the pinch in his brow before he can school his expression back into place. You look down, biting your lip at the sight of his cock still hard and twitching, smeared in a creamy mess of your cum.
āAh, itāll go down on its own, darlinā,ā he assures, no irritation to be seen or heard from him.Ā
One look in his eyes shows you that heās perfectly prepared to go without his well-earned orgasm ā just for you.Ā
But you donāt want that, you realize. He had made you feel incredible, given you an orgasm that youāve never been able to experience in your life. You doubt anyone else will ever be able to make you do it again.Ā
āI-I want to help, Johnny,ā you whisper, trying to swallow down your nerves.Ā
His brows raise in interest, āWhat did you have in mind?ā
You slide off of his lap and slowly sink to your knees. You place your shaky hands on his thighs to steady yourself, looking up at him with wide, too-innocent eyes.Ā
He lets his head fall back against the back of the couch, a breathless, āsteaminā blood Jesus,ā following.Ā
āI-Iāve never done this,ā you confess, though heās not surprised, āIs that okay?ā
āIs that-ā he laughs softly, ādarlinā any man who isnāt appreciative of you willinā to swallow his cock is a man you kick in the balls, got that?ā
You giggle, nerves dissipating as he wraps a hand around the base of him. You scoot a bit closer when he holds it out for you, waiting for you to do what you please with it. Your tongue falls from your mouth and Soap feels like heās suspended in air as he watches you get closer and closer to the sensitive, leaky tip.Ā
The first contact feels better than he could have imagined. Heād gotten so fucking close earlier, buried in your cunt as you came around him, squealing for him and all. He knows it wonāt take much to send him over the edge this time.Ā
Perfect practice for you, he thinks. You wonāt have to be on your knees for too long or do any real work to get him to cum for you.Ā
Youāre clumsy and itās clear youāre unsure about the taste of his cock. Itās not just his precum, itās your own cum mixed with it. He canāt blame you for being unsure.
He reaches down, a soft, gentle hand resting atop your head to encourage you. When you look up, he smiles so softly at you that it makes your heart jump in your chest. You suddenly feel like youāre the center of his world. Those baby blues never once waver from you as you sloppily lick and slurp on the tip of him.Ā
āTake a little more,ā he whispers, lashes fluttering and chest rising as he takes a deep breath when you eagerly follow his directions.Ā
Your pretty lips stretch around the girth of him, taking just the head inside your hot little mouth. The flared glans are greeted by your curious tongue, making him whimper when you lick. Your mixed taste lingers on your tongue but you quickly grow accustomed to it.Ā
Feeling braver from Johnnyās unfiltered reactions, you take a little more into your mouth. Then more. And a little more until you suddenly choke, gagging around him. You pull your head off, sputtering and coughing a bit.Ā
Johnny coos at you, thumbing away some drool on your chin, āNot too deep, darlinā. Youāre not ready for that.ā
You hum, not at all discouraged from taking him back into your mouth again. You donāt take him as deep, accepting that you have your limit ā for now, judging by Johnnyās subtle promise of more to come.Ā
āJust suck, watch your teeth,ā he whispers, not caring about the way his voice cracks, āMove your head like this. Go at your own pace, alright?ā
You lazily blink up at him, hoping he understands your agreement. You do as youāre told, folding your lips over your teeth to keep them away from his sensitive skin. Bobbing your head feels awkward and it makes your jaw ache but the sounds Johnny begins to make makes you temporarily forget about your own discomfort.Ā
His eyes are rolling back in his head and he starts to stroke the rest of his cock that your mouth canāt handle yet. You canāt tear your gaze away from the sight of those thick, veiny fingers wrapped around himself, getting covered in a slick mess of your cum that he had so generously fucked out of you earlier. Drooling all over him like this only gives him more of a mess to work with. Itās gross, frothy and dripping down your chin and neck, slicking up your tits.
It makes your cunt tingle selfishly. You think you could make yourself cum, slip your hand between your legs and stroke your clit until you find release. But you donāt ā you focus on Johnny and his pleasure. Heād already given you so much that you donāt want to come across as greedy by making his moment about your own pleasure.Ā
Johnnyās free hand grip around the back of your neck, squeezing and caressing your skin as encouragement since his mouth is too busy moaning. You take his sounds as signals, sucking and moving at whatever pace makes him cry out the loudest.Ā
You had no idea men like him were willing to be as loud as he was. Usually, the masculine type of guys like him would be online whining about how moaning was āgayā or some stupid shit.
Johnny didnāt seem to give a fuck. If he felt good, he was going to let you know. It made you feel more at ease, like you were doing a good job even though you knew you were still clumsy and it probably didnāt feel as good as head heās surely gotten in the past.Ā
But it encouraged you to work harder to please him, to earn more of those beautiful, unfiltered moans that he was so willing to give you. They were your reward for the intense ache in your jaw.
āF-Fuck,ā he groans, suddenly, eyes opening from when he had closed them at some point, āIām gonna cum. Oh fuck, youāre gonna make me cum.ā
His words are slurred, like his brainās oozed down to his cock, too stupid to think of anything except how heavy and full his balls felt.Ā
āShit, shit, shit-!ā he whimpers, an honest to god whimper, āOff, pull off!ā
You do as youāre told, releasing his cock from your mouth. Strings of frothy drool connect your lips to his tip and you donāt dare break it, the sight making you clench around nothing.Ā
Johnny strokes his cock, another loud moan erupting from his lips as he cums. It spurts out, splattering against your cheek, making you flinch in surprise. You can see the way his balls throb in time to each rope of cum that his fat cock spits out. More splatters on your cheeks and lips and across your nose until it tapers off to slow, thick oozes that dribble over his knuckles.Ā
When he lets himself go, he sags against the couch, staring dazedly at the ceiling as his erection flags and grows soft.Ā
When he finally looks at you, you can see his eyes widen almost in alarm. He leans forward, cupping your cheek, messily swiping some of his cum off of your cheek.
āSorry, sweetheart,ā he mumbles, still sounding breathless, āDidnāt think you were gonna get splashed with it.ā
āItās okay,ā you whisper, feeling his cum still lingering on your lips.
You canāt resist sticking your tongue out to taste it. His eyes darken at the sight of you licking up his cum. You donāt make a face of disgust like he expected, instead he catches the way your thighs clench together.
āIs that right?ā he mumbles, cock twitching in interest, āIsnāt that an interesting development? You like to taste cum, sweetheart?ā
You whimper when he swipes more up onto his thumb, bringing it to your lips for you to suck off, which you eagerly do. You suck his finger clean until he pulls it back out, pupils blown wide, making his blue eyes look black.
āYou ever had that pretty cunt eaten before?ā he asks, a predatory grin splitting across his face when you shake your head.
His hand wraps around your throat, ripping a moan out of your throat. He easily manhandles you onto your knees, tits pressed against the cushions of the couch with a nasty āstay.ā
You never thought youād enjoy being manhandled and ordered around like a dog but fuck if youāre not learning more about yourself tonight.Ā
Soap smacks your thighs apart, and slips his head between them. You take a glance down and nearly choke at the sight of him laying on his back, staring hungrily as you cunt drips gooey, sticky strings right onto his waiting tongue that he holds out for it.Ā
The sight is so fucking filthy.Ā
But itās nothing compared to the sounds he makes when he gets that tongue on your cunt. He slurps between your folds, groaning at the taste of your cum on his taste buds. He swallows your clit, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks.Ā
Youāre already a moaning mess, crying out into the cushions which you claw desperately at. Your eyes roll up into your head when you feel him pop your clit out of his mouth, spit on it, and then slurp it right back up.Ā
He eats so fucking dirty, itās disgusting and sloppy. But it makes you rut your hips against him.Ā
Soap chuckles, pulling back to watch you work your hips over nothing before you realize he stopped and whine.
āFuck yourself on my tongue then,ā he whispers, earning him a relenting whimper in response.Ā
You can feel the flat of his tongue, hot and thick, against your clit. The little budās so hard, swollen and pulsing against the muscle.Ā
With his order ringing in the back of your head, you clumsily hump his tongue. You drag your sensitive little clit back and forth along the surface of his tongue. It feels so fucking good that you actually sob. The sound tears from your chest and makes his cock twitch.Ā
You rut faster and faster, not caring about the way youāre messing up his face when you move too high or too low. You know thereās a mess on his chin, cheeks and nose but you donāt care. His tongue is there for you, for you to cum all over. Heās so good to you, holding it out just so you can use him as you please.Ā
As you grow closer and closer, your moans change in pitch and he suddenly reaches up, stilling you. You groan, an irritated sound that makes him laugh. You frown at that but itās quickly wiped away when he grips your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can stuff his tongue into your creaming cunt.Ā
You shout, sitting straight up in surprise, your weight falling onto his face. He moans at that, rewarding you by pushing his tongue even deeper. It feels odd, different from his fingers and his cock. Itās soft and almost slimy, not long enough to quite reach any pleasurable place.Ā
But just the fact that heās got his tongue buried in your pussy is enough to have you clenching on it. He watches you through heavy lids, waiting to see what your next move is.Ā
Heās enjoying your little show, he must admit. He likes seeing a sweet, clumsy virgin experience these things for the first time. He likes the fact heās breaking you in, tearing your walls down and seeing you lost in mind-numbing pleasure.Ā
You surprise him by resuming the motion of your hips. You hump back and forth, riding his tongue like itās a little toy just for you. And he supposes it is, heād be a toy for you if you so wished. Heās addicted to this sweet, creamy little pussy and heās not afraid to admit it.Ā
You reach down, swirling your fingers around your sticky clit. Thereās lewd clicks that accompany the movements along with the sound of his tongue sliding in and out of your hole.Ā
You meet his gaze, heās staring so intensely at you. It spurs you on, makes you fuck yourself on his face more confidently.Ā
You tap your fingers against your clit, slapping the little bud and pulling your fingers back to show Soap the sticky strings of slick that connect them to your cunt. He canāt stop himself from reaching down, wrapping his hand around his cock, jerking himself off to the sight of you smacking your clit and fucking his tongue.Ā
Youāre pulsing around it, dripping down his face and mixing with the drool that's pooling out of his mouth. His face is a mess, it drips down his cheeks and under his neck. Heās sure thereās a pool beneath his head that will need to be cleaned up and fuck, heāll lick it from the floor if you let him. Just as long as he gets to taste you again.Ā
You gasp, tossing your head back. His cock fucking aches, harder than it was before and more sensitive now that heās already had an orgasm. He knows heās leaking, drooling sticky precum all over himself like the horny mutt he is.Ā
You cum spectacularly, twitching and trembling, rubbing your clit and clenching around his tongue. Itās like a reward, swallowing down your cum straight from the source. He pulls his tongue out of your hole and wraps his lips around your clit again.Ā
You wail, shaking and throwing yourself face down against the couch again. You try to wrench your hips away from his punishing mouth but he wraps his arms around your thighs and continues to slurp and slobber all over that tender little bud. Your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm tears through you, far too soon after the other. It almost hurts from how sensitive you are through it, not even able to make a sound as it washes over you.Ā
Only when youāre left twitching and trembling does he finally relent. Thereās tears falling out of your eyes and drool dribbling down your chin. The picture of fucked out.
He laughs, folding himself over your back.Ā
āYou still with me?ā he asks, kissing your shoulder.
You whimper, āFuck, youāre so good, Johnny.ā
He chuckles, āThink you can take more?ā
You eagerly nod your head and he doesnāt waste any time. He sinks his cock into you in one deep thrust. You choke on a moan, arching your back so you can feel him even deeper.Ā
He doesnāt start slow like he did before. He knows your little cunt is fucked nice and open for him now. Youāre still dazed, drunk on endorphins, any attempts to meet his thrusts are sloppy and clumsy. Itās cute so he doesnāt bother stopping you.Ā
āSpread your legs,ā he orders you but doesnāt wait for you to do it.Ā
Instead, he meanly knocks them apart, opening you up even more. His balls slap against your clit and you wail, the exact reaction he was hoping for.
āThere you go,ā he laughs, āYou liked slapping that little clit earlier. Howās this?ā
āSo good!ā you cry, kicking your feet against the floor as pleasure washes through you.Ā
You feel like a live wire, every movement forcing you closer and closer to your next orgasm. Soap isnāt far behind you, too sensitive and worked up to draw it out for long.Ā
He clasps the back of your neck, pinning your face to the cushions as he fucks. He takes and takes, using your sticky, gooey cunt. Heās pounding into you, hips slamming against your ass and his balls slapping your clit.Ā
You canāt even say anything as the orgasm washes over you. He only feels it, the rhythmic clenching of your walls and the gush as you squirt. Youāre silent, completely still against the couch as he saws his fat cock in and out, squirt after squirt of cum splattering all over his thighs until he inevitably reaches his own end.Ā
This time, he fills you up. Seats himself as deeply inside of you as he can before he moans. His cock pathetically spits only a few strings of cum but the orgasm lasts far longer, encouraged along by the clenching of your cunt as youāre coming down. Or maybe youāre still cumming, heās not sure.Ā
Thereās a faraway look in your eyes, a wet spot of drool underneath your cheek on the cushion of the couch. Youāre panting and glistening with sweat. When he pulls out of you, you drop to sit on the floor, the measly load he had given you drooling out of your cunt as it continues to clench and throb around nothing.Ā
Fuck, heās never felt so proud to fuck someone brainless before. He knows youāre gonna need a good bath and cozy arms to sleep in.Ā
And his are the best around, if he does say so himself.Ā
He kisses up your spine, curling himself around you as you finally start to come back to yourself, pliant and soft. The both of you sit there, holding one another and sharing soft kisses until he decides itās time to move.Ā
Heās in no rush, though. Heās wrapped around your finger now and youāre never getting rid of him.Ā
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can i request arranged marriage with toji and corruption please š„°
wedding rings - toji x fem!reader (5k)
the zenin clan just can't stop meddling in toji's affairs. what's he supposed to do with the nervous little virgin who shows up on his doorstep and says that her family and his have said they have to get married? not fuck her?
warnings: not sfw/minors dni. arranged marriage. corruption kink. virgin reader. light cunnilingus, fingering, coming inside. light dub-con by nature of 'arranged marriage'. afab reader, fem pronouns.
[a/n: writing toji is always so much fun ;_; ]
When you showed up at Tojiās door with suitcase in hand, trembling lip and eyes all wide and frightened, he had laughed outright.
It was just like the fucking Zenin clan to be meddling in his life even now, wasnāt it? Even though Toji has abandoned them and slaughtered their ilk, their bullshit about bloodlines still leaks into every facet of what they do; and clearly the idea that Toji, even with his flawed lack of cursed energy, might be able to pass on the technique and hasnāt got a pretty little wife to impregnate yet had rankled them so badly that theyād sorted the whole situation out for him.
If he didnāt hate jujutsu society so much, heād almost feel bad for you.
Youāre clearly in the bloom of life; fresh-faced and innocent, not expecting to find yourself in Tojiās messy shithole of an apartment (why bother making it nice, when he spends so long out of it for work?). He wonders who youāve pissed off to end up here.
As it turns out, you end up telling him yourself, a frown on your face.
Turns out, youāre . . . not quite just like him, but youāve been fucked over by your clan just as much for not being able to be useful. You can see cursed spirits, but youāve got no cursed energy, no technique ā despite your clan usually producing good, dutiful, powerful wives. Disappointment of the family. He can understand what that feels like.
So they were probably glad to get rid of you. Might even hope youāll bear Tojiās kid and itāll have no technique to speak of itself, too ā so both families can forget about you.
(Well, Toji thinks to himself with a grin ā his family canāt forget about him, much as they want to, considering both his nickname and his line of work.)
He takes a sip of the glass of water heās holding in his hand, green eyes focused very hard on you. Youāre not in traditional clothing, like most clan members he knows would be; youāre wearing a pale blue dress that you keep tugging uncomfortably down over your thighs. Toji lets his eyes linger on your thighs, too ā he might as well appreciate the view, he supposes.
Your suitcase is full of, as well as a collection of clothes in modest cut and soft, pastel colours, documents. Toji flips through some of them, nose wrinkling at the boring jargon. He does linger on a caveat about if you bear him children, they all have to take the Zenin name, and Toji and you will be ācompensated handsomelyā for handing over the kidās education and raising to the clan--
Bullshit.
Tojiās about to crumple them up on the floor and tell you to get the fuck out of his house, when he catches sight of you over the edge of the paper. Youāve drawn yourself in; shoulders tight, pretty mouth pressed into a tight line, eyes shining with a mixture between hope and fear. You look so lost. You look so innocent.
A little curl of heat makes itself known in the very base of Tojiās stomach; the thought of you being a good little wife, on your knees. The thought of him telling you exactly how to suck his cock.
He knows how the sorcerer clans raise women like you.
He knows youāll be eager to please and obedient, falling over yourself to keep your man happy. He knows, too, that youāll be pliant and agreeable ā and that youāll be pure as the driven snow. That thought gives him pause.
Youāre seductive to him without realising it, in the totally guileless way you act, as if you donāt know that heās considering how your tits would fill his hands and how tight your precious, untouched cunt would feel around his girth.
If he rejects you, what will your clan do?
Youāre as fucked as him. He can see it in the shine of your eyes in his kitchen; youāre afraid he will throw you out, like he was thinking of. Leave you to fend for yourself on the streets of Japan, because thereās no way your family will want you back after even scum like Tojiās rejected you.
Would it be so bad?
He lets himself look at you critically. He takes in the curves, the dips, the contours of your body; the way youād feel beneath him. Your face, and what it would look like lost in pleasure.
Perhaps it would be pleasant, to have someone to return to after a hit; to have someone warm his bed, curl around him, cook for him and take care of him. Perhaps it would be pleasant to take a pretty little virgin and break her into exactly what he wants in a woman. To teach her how he likes to fuck, how he likes her to act, to condition her until he can crook his finger at her and sheās bending over, presenting herself already slick and needy for his cock to use however he sees fit.
āAlright,ā he says, draining the glass. āSure, sweetheart. Weāll get married.ā
Later on that night, he creeps into the spare room. Youāre asleep on top of the covers in a cute pyjama set thatās all frills and froth and pale pink; elastic in the shorts digging into the flesh of your thighs, top clinging to the curve of your chest. His cock stirs in his pants looking at you. Youāre so . . . innocent. Thereās no mark to you; Toji wants to cling to your hips until there are bruises in the shape of his hands, wants to worry love-bites into your neck like a necklace, wants to ruin you until youāre tear-stained and whimpering and arching your hips up for him--
Calloused fingers trail along your skin. Youāre so soft. Where Toji is all scars and muscle, your skin is like satin. You moan in your sleep, pretty face furrowing, and Toji wants to see your face creased in pleasure too. Your mouth drops open and he imagines thrusting his cock in it; how pretty and shiny your lips would look wrapped around his shaft, almost too big for you to even take.
āLook at you,ā he murmurs, thumb skimming the exposed stomach where your pyjama top has ridden up. āRipe for the picking, aināt ya?ā
Your eyes twitch. Eyebrows, furrow ā and you blink your gaze awake, sticky-slow, to see your fiancee looming over you in the dark.
āWhatāre youā?ā You ask, still sleep-laced, but Toji just makes a soft noise in the back of his throat.
āJust lookinā at the merchandise, sweetheart,ā he murmurs. āWanna make sure you aināt damaged, thatās all--ā
āIāIām not!ā The cute little burst of outrage is ruined somewhat by the yawn that you have to suppress in the middle of it, but Toji grins.
He didnāt think the Zenins would send you if you werenāt ā they wouldnāt want to risk the precious possibility of a kid born with power and technique not really being one of theirs ā but itās nice to hear your mouth confirm what heās been suspecting and hoping is the truth.
āAw, baby girl,ā he says, keeping his voice low and even, trying to comfort you even as his hand is sliding further up, cupping one of your breasts (his palm brushes your nipple and he feels it harden beneath his touch, stiffening to a peak ā he wants to see what you look like under there so badly), āCāmon, itās fine. I aināt gonna hurt you--ā
āM-Mr Zenin,ā you say, and the tremble in your voice is so cute. His cock is straining against the boxer shorts he wore to sleep in. Youāre wide awake now; your eyes meeting his. āIāI know, but--ā
Heās on the bed. He doesnāt miss how your gaze strays to his veined forearms, where the muscles bulge in his biceps, the carefully sculpted and maintained abdomen and pecs ā he sees the swallow in your throat, the way your cute little tongue reaches out to swipe nervously over your lower lip.
Thumb brushes your collarbone and you shudder, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. He sees your thighs twitch, squeeze together ā heās willing to bet if he dipped his fingers into your slit right now, heād pull his digits back out with your slick glimmering on them.
āJust call me Toji.ā
āT-Tojiāā Your voice pitches, shuddering with arousal that you donāt know how to handle. Heās heard that note in womenās voice before; that desperate āI want to be touched, but I know I shouldnāt want itā wobble. Heās been the cause of it more times than he can count.
āSāokay,ā he soothes, his other hand rounding over your hip, his knees nudging your legs apart. āYouāre savinā yourself for marriage, yeah? Weāll get the papers signed in the morninā, I promise, botha our families are the kind to make sure things can be rushed through quick--ā
āIāā Youāre a little breathless, all needy and hot under his touch. Itās adorable. āI shouldnāt, please, itās only a few days--ā
āYou want to.ā Itās not a question. Itās a statement, as he curls his fingers about your hip, as he settles his own muscular thighs between yours and he sees that thereās a damp spot on the pale pink shorts. Soaked through your underwear and your nightwear? He forgot how sensitive virgins can be. āDonāt lie to yourself, angel.ā
He leans down, scarred lips brushing yours. You taste like his toothpaste; peppermint on his tongue as he swipes it over your lower lip and you sigh as you allow him entrance. Itās the first mark of him on you, but he knows it wonāt be the last. He deliberately presses his knee against your clothed mount, grinding it just a little ā and you whimper into his mouth, heated and desperate.
āWeāll be married soon as,ā he murmurs to you, pulling back, looking at you with lust darkening his eyes. No man has ever looked at you quite as hungrily as Toji is looking at you right now. And heās so handsome, his touches gentle-- āYou wanna be a good girl for me, right? Sājust what a wife does for her husband, yeah?ā
āYes,ā you breathe, and Toji grins at you. Itās a feral, starving grin, that you feel deep inside of you as you clench around nothing and burn to be touched.
He kisses you again, hungrier. He nips at your lower lip, his tongue roughly demanding entrance ā he dances against your own. Youāve never really understood the idea of kissing with tongues, but Toji knows exactly what heās doing; hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth that makes you shudder and gasp, your hands coming up to grasp his biceps.
The muscle underneath them is so solid, and Toji canāt help but notice how soft your hands are on him. He knows youāll be that soft everywhere else, and the thought spurs him on.
āIām gonna undress you now,ā he tells you, thick and throaty. His big fingers curve under the hem of the lacy top youāre wearing, gently tugging it up over your stomach and then your breasts. That sharp green gaze caresses every newly bared inch of you, a soft sigh escaping his lips. āFuckinā hell. Youāre a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.ā
Your skin feels hot under the compliment, Tojiās flat palm sliding along the softness of your tummy to round over your breasts. Your nipples have pebbled and stiffened in the cool air of the spare room, and Toji flicks his thumb along one (making you shiver, again, he notices) before he bends his head to suckle the bud into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it in a way that has your back arching and thighs clenching.
He chuckles at the noise you make as his lips pop off, and he turns his attention to the other side.
āResponsive, aināt ya?ā He asks. āYouāre adorable.ā
You give him a trembling breath as a response, which he takes as a sign to begin a trail of wet, open mouthed kisses down from your breasts to your stomach, tongue tracing the shape of your navel, teeth grazing your hips so gently that you barely feel them. He takes the waistband of your shorts in his mouth and tugs those down using your teeth, and the vision of him between your legs like that--
āHa,ā he says, as his fingers reach to tug them, expertly manipulating your legs so he can get them off without moving from between them. āCareful there, darlinā. Youāre gonna soak right through the sheets.ā
Lower. He kisses all over your slit, hard enough that you jerk, ruing the barrier between you two. His thumb strokes circles into your inner thigh--
He seems content to kiss at you through the fabric ā but really, heās waiting for you to give in. To beg him to take them off. From just how wet his face is even with the barrier in his way, he doesnāt think it will be long ā and you do not disappoint. You raise your whips, softly mewling;
āPlease, I āā
āPlease, what, darlinā?ā He asks you. āCāmon, you can use your words ā no secrets from your husband, right?ā
āIāā Youāre so cute, squirming and feeling like a slut for him. He loves it. He loves the tremble of your body and the fact that your eyes are glassy with need. āP-please take my underwear off, I wanna--ā You swallow. āW-wanna feel without it--ā
āAww, yāshouldāve just said so,ā Toji says. Fingers pry beneath the gusset.
He doesnāt bother manipulating your body this time. He simply tugs hard enough to split the seams, the fabric delicate from being saturated in your slick.
(Doesnāt matter, anyway. While heās home, you wonāt be wearing underwear.)
You gasp at the display of strength, swallowing ā and Toji grins at you again. Oh, you like that? Heās got more shows of strength where that came from, donāt you worry.
He props up your knees with his hands and says;
āWrap your hands around these, keep your legs spread for me like a good girl, yeah?ā
You nod, shyly averting your gaze as you do just that and the position spreads you open lewdly; your velvet-soft folds bared entirely to Tojiās hungry eyes.
Youāre already absolutely dripping, but Toji can see that youāre nervous.
āDonāt worry,ā he soothes you, again. He canāt help but notice how small you look; the pearl of your clit nestled between curling soft petals, your pulsing hole. He knows youāll take him, but . . . fuck, he thinks youāll be a stretch. Not that thatās a bad thing. āIām gonna open you up, darlinā, alright?ā
āY-yeah,ā your voice is tremulous, soft ā and sends a throb right to his cock. Itās been straining against his boxer shorts since the moment he saw you, but your eyes all big and glossy with trust and the vulnerable position youāre in and the knowledge you have never been touched like this are really doing a number on it.
But fuck it, heās not gonna hurt you more than he has to if heās really going to keep you around. He gently spreads your plump labia lips even further apart with his fingers, so your clit stands swollen to attention. You shiver under his calloused fingers, as he leans in and a hot wash of breath fans over you.
Tojiās tongue darts out to lap a long, slow stripe from perineum to clit, and though he canāt see your face any more, he hears the way you whimper.
Another. He lets himself soak his face in your slick; lets his tongue get deep between your folds. You taste so good on his tongue; honey-sticky and sugar-sweet. The tip of the wet muscle gently flickers against your clit and your hands are suddenly wrapped in his hair, your chest heaving in sensitive gasps. You keep your legs raised, so he decides to be kind. He eases his lips off of you for a moment to mumble, amused;
āDonāt pull too hard, Iām too young to be losinā my hair--ā
Before he dives back in between your legs, once more licking and sucking at the tender flesh. Your stomach explodes in fireworks, your heart beating so fast you can hear it in your ears. Tojiās mouth and tongue against you is a wet, lascivious noise that at once makes your toes curl in pleasure and cringe in embarrassment. Is it awful and forward of you to be enjoying yourself like this? Your family have always drilled into you that a proper wife isnāt a slut, but still does what her husband wants--
Tojiās not your husband yet, but this is fine, right? To have him eating you out like youāre a desert oasis? His lips lock around your clit and he sucks and your vision whites out for a second, your hands tugging hard at the dark hair in your grip--
And he comes away with a light laugh that still manages to shiver with seduction. His face is shiny with you as he looks at you with eyes half-lidded and still hungry.
āWhatād I say, huh?ā He teases you. āAngel, I could have fucked you with my tongue all night--ā He likes seeing how the crude words make you flinch, nervous but pleased but ashamed all warring within you. Your lips are pushed forward, the moue almost petulant. His voice drops a tone. āDonāt look at me with that cute pout. You donāt know what it does to me.ā
If he didnāt still need to stretch you out using his fingers, heād take a moment to kiss you so you could taste yourself and just how needy youād been for him on his lips. But heās still driving a hole through his boxers, so . . . the sooner youāre able to take him, the better.
Youāve gone back to holding your legs apart with your hands. Excellent.
Besides. He hadnāt finished what he was doing, and he thinks itāll be easier to fuck you if youāve already come once. Your poor, swollen clit hasnāt had all the attention it deserves. Youāre being so cute, so well-behaved for him--
āRelax,ā he says, softly, as he eases his fingers from spreading you open, dipping them in the mess heās made of your slit. āThis might sting a bit--ā
One finger finds your hole; circles the sensitive entrance, making the muscles in your thighs tremble. But you keep your legs spread open for him like a good girl, and heās able to gently push his index finger in, first to one knuckle, then to the second, and then to the ones at the base.
āGood girl,ā he breathes, barely able to breathe at how tight you feel around him. Your insides are silky and hot and wet, clinging to him like a lifeboat in the sea. He pumps the lone finger in and out of you, rubbing the pad against the inside of your walls until he finds the spot that makes you throw your head back and give him a long, choked moan. āThere we go,ā he keeps talking to you, softly, like youāre a spooked animal. āāM gonna put the second one in, yeah? Youāre takinā it like a champ, sweetheart. You wanted this, huh?ā
You babble something that he doesnāt care enough to listen to but overall sounds positive. This oneās a stretch, his middle finger and index finger even tighter. But he needs to get three in you, he thinks, or youāll never take his cock. You let go of your thighs, and he sucks in a breath ā but your feet clearly need purchase on the bed, your fingers twisting in bedsheets now they canāt twist in his hair, and you breathe through the stretch so he figures itād be churlish to tell you off for it now.
He keeps hitting that spot as he fucks you slowly on his fingers, until he can feel your cunt sucking him in, pulsing around him.
āThird finger,ā he tells you, his own throat dry. āNext time I fuck you with this one, youāll feel my weddinā ring--ā
You tighten around the other two at that. Cute. Three fingers opening you wide, scissoring inside of you, aches ā but youāre being so good for him, the most thatās coming out of your mouth sweet little whines. Toji rewards you by crooking them inside you against that spot, his thumb coming to gently rub circles into your swollen clit.
Heās been teasing you for too long, and you are a virgin ā itās no surprise that the stimulation proves too much for you too quickly, and you arch your back at the same time as fireworks go off inside of you, your cunt fluttering around his fingers, tightening and loosening as waves of euphoria wash over you.
You soak Tojiās fingers with the rush of your release; the gush of liquid.
He whistles, low and impressed. So youāre a squirter, huh? Toji doesnāt mind that at all. Itās not like heāll be doing the laundry ā and itās kind of hot, to look down at you and see what a mess heās made of your little virgin cunt--
āThatās it,ā he says, guiding you over the last low crests of your orgasm. āI think yācan take me now, sweetheart. Letās get you comfy--ā
He shows off his strength a bit, because he knows it will get you going despite the sensitivity of your body from your recent orgasm. Youāre man-handled by him higher on the bed, so your head is on the mountain of pillows youāve slipped down. He can pick you up as if you weigh nothing at all, despite the creak of the bedsprings clearly saying the opposite.
Your legs are urged to wrap around his hips.
āDonāt worry,ā he tells you, again. He doesnāt think heās ever reassured a fuck as carefully and constantly as heās reassuring you; but then again, heās never intended to marry one of his fucks before.
You, though ā youāre so adaptable. So untouched. So different from women and men who come onto him at bars and flutter eyelashes and make soft little insinuations. He can corrupt you into exactly what he wants, and the thought of you knowing nothing but his cock forever and serving him like heās the only man in the world--
Itās enough to make a lesser man come in his pants.
āYouāre tired, yeah? Iāll do most of the work. You lie there and take it like the sweetheart you are.ā
Heās shucked his underwear off in the man-handling, and now he shifts so that you can see the full glory of what heās packing. Your eyes widen.
He gets that a lot. Even for a virgin whoās probably never seen a cock before, itās obvious that Tojiās the real deal ā you swallow, nervous, and whisper;
āIāwhat if it doesnāt fit--?ā
(Thereās a tremble of fear in there, that youāve fucked up; that he still might throw you aside if you canāt take him, and now youāve been utterly ruined.)
āHey,ā he says, all comforting and appeasing, āI aināt hurt you yet, have I?ā You shake your head, but your bottom lip is still trembling. āIām gonna go slow with you, I promise.ā He shifts forward again, the head of his cock catching against your entrance. āJust keep your eyes on me, darlinā. I promise, itāll feel so good . . . you wanna keep your husband happy, donāt ya? Iāve already got you all stretched and prepped. Just breathe--ā
He keeps up the steady stream of talk as he urges his hips forward, your cunt swallowing the head of his cock first before heās able to push more of his shaft in. You keep your eyes on his, green eyes locked against yours ā and though he can hear the shake in your chest, you donāt make any noise louder than a huff when he gets two thirds of the way in. He pauses there for a minute, letting you adjust ā he can feel every minute tremble of your body, swears he can hear your heartbeat.
āGood?ā He asks, and you nod ā and he slides the last third of himself inside you in the same unhurried pace, until heās settled hot and heavy entirely inside of you.
His eyes map your stomach, pleasure rushing through him at how big he must be inside of you; thereās the lightest shadow on your pelvis, as if heās big enough to make your stomach bulge. He takes in the sight of you with all nine inches of him buried inside of you; the sore, spread-wide stretch of your cunt around him, the creamy ring of your pleasure where youāre joined.
He canāt fuck you vigorously ā he thinks heād fucking breakyou - but youāre tight enough that heās getting plenty of stimulation just from keeping his cock in there.
āP-please,ā you manage to form, through your swollen lips and your glassy eyes and your dry throat. āW-want you to fuck me, Toji--ā
Oh, fucking hell.
Youāre perfect.
āI will, sweetheart, donāt you worry,ā he instinctively leans down and presses a kiss on your sweat-soaked forehead, flexing his hips so they withdraw the smallest amount. āJust lie there and take it for me--ā
You do.
He doesnāt fuck into you with abandon, though he wants to more than he can say; plenty of time for that in the future, as your cunt moulds to his cock and it isnāt such an effort to get it inside of you. Plenty of time for you to learn just how hard he wants to rail you, until youāre covered in his bruises and there are friction burns on your knees ā plenty of time for him to show you every depraved thing you make him want to do to you and make sure that you enjoy it.
He fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, taking most of his pleasure from the way you feel around of him; your eyes, your mouth, your heaving chest. Youāre hot and tight and wet and grip him perfectly ā his fingers digging into your thighs where theyāre wrapped around his hips.
Heās been hard for what seems like hours, so itās no surprise, either, that he feels his orgasm come quickly up on him like a steam train ā itās not like youāre going to shame him for coming quickly, youāve never even been fucked before. So he lets the heat all gather low in his belly until he can feel himself teetering on the edge ā and then, he dips his head and pulls you into a heated kiss as he grinds his hips in a circular motion inside of you and feels himself tip over the precipice.
His cock shudders and judders inside of you, shooting rope after rope of his come deep into your body; thick and hot and full. His teeth worry at your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood, the groan vibrating through you as he comes and pushing you into another short, trembling orgasm as if trying to milk him dry of everything that he can give you.
(You like him coming inside? He can work with that too.)
Your thighs are tight around his hips, your arms draping loosely about his neck as he kisses you. Your tongue nervously probes at the scar; the slightly raised line bisecting his mouth, and though he usually doesnāt like it being noticed or touched (he knows it gives him an air of danger, but sometimes the events surrounding itās acquirement sting), he finds that with you he doesnāt mind.
With you, his eyes flicker closed and he just enjoys the closeness and warmth of your body, even as he gently pulls his cock out of you (you leak slick onto the bedsheets, again. Heās gonna have to buy some more laundry tablets).
āHowās that, darlin?ā He murmurs to you, not moving from his comfortable place on top of you. āGlad yādidnāt save it for marriage now, huh?ā
Your cheeks radiating heat is enough answer for him, Tojiās smirk so wide and smug that it threatens to split his face in two. He flops to one side of you, pulling you in, cradling you against him like a little spoon. He canāt help but notice that the curve of your body fits perfectly against his.
The two of you will fit even better in Tojiās bed, he thinks.
āWeāll get all the paperwork and shit sorted tomorrow,ā he tells you, as he feels your breathing begin to even out, the tremors from your orgasm begin to fade. He could get used to this too. Someone warming his bed. Someone to cuddle up to on cold nights. Someone soft, to ease the loneliness he hadnāt realised he was feeling.
He doesnāt want to get sappy on you, though. He lowers his face to the shell of your ear, breathing gently, murmuring in a voice thatās still dripping with desire for everything you represent to him;
āThe other stuff that goes with a marriage too. I wasnāt kiddinā about wantinā to finger you with my wedding ring on, darlinā.ā
Kisame has a keen sense of the reader period. Maybe it drives him a little crazy and brings out his animal nature(let's pretend that's true, I literally just made that up, but haven't really thought it through)
It would be cool if he made growling and chirping sounds ahhhhh
And imagine him approaching the reader like a predator sniffing the air next to her and poking his face into her neck/hair. Usually this can happen in front of all the Akatsuki members or when they are alone 50/50
Baby
Kisame x Reader
Prequel/Bonus
3.8k
|| part one || part two ||
Reader is on her period, fluff and smut, panty kink/panty sniffing, blood fetish, scent fetish, two penises with a knot, crotch slit, masturbation, excessive amounts of cum, brief mention of body image issues.
You speed walked to the bathroom, your cloak swishing between your legs as you practically ran through the compound as soon as you stepped foot. You felt the wetness seep through your panties, making you cringe as you clenched your thighs to prevent it from staining your pants. You picked up your pace towards your roomā time was of the essence!
"We have to write our mission report to Leader, Y/N-chan!"
Shouted Tobi at your receding form, stifling his giggles as he watched you stumble through the furniture in your haste.
"Start without me!"
You yelled back, stripping your cloak along the way down the hall until you shoved opened your door, startled a sleeping Kisame and ran into your bathroom, closing the door firmly behind you. You mumbled curses as you hastily stripped your pants, hissing prayers to notā you saw the red stain in your panties had bled through your dark trousers, "Fuck!"
"Babe?"
"I'm fine!" you yelled through the door, dumping your soiled clothes in the bathtub and allowing it to soak for a moment as you cleaned yourself up, "Just had a little miscalculation". You hoped that you'd be back from the mission before you started your periodā but it came earlyā thankfully, your mission ended earlier too. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at itā you had felt the telltale wetness trickle out as you raced through the trees, forcing you to pick up the pace to stop the mess.
You heard his heavy steps near the door and knocked on it gently, "Need anything?"
You bit your lip, then finally deciding on cleaning your whole body with a warm shower to relieve the pain in your back too, "Yeah, can you lay out fresh clothes for me? I'm gonna take a quick shower". You hesitated, catching yourself from confessing that you were on your period and accidentally soiled your clothes while you were on your way back.
Kisame laid out clean clothes ready for you when you got out, then dashed to his own bedroom, desperate to avoid the rich scent of your blood that stirred the heat in his belly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You weren't supposed to be back so soon!
Closing the door, Kisame quickly went over to his bathroom to wash the smell off of himself; your blood made his head spin, and arousal burned his flesh. His instincts screamed at him to go to you, to dose you with his own scent, to curl you in his embrace and bury his cocks inside youā to feel your pulsing heat engulf his lengths.
It was all too much.
"Fuck", he grunted, leaning his head against the cold tile as the water pelted on his heated skin.
The scent of your blood made his usually chilled skin hum in pleasureā and it had only intensified when the two of you started dating three months ago. His perceptive nose subjected him to the rich scents of the world around him. He could smell people's chakra, their emotions if he concentrated, their desire, angerā blood. The people of his clan gained the strength and build of a mighty shark, but it also made their nose sensitive to everything.
For the year that you have been in the Akatsuki, Kisame tried his best to avoid you during the most sensitive times of your menstrual cycle. Though your blood made his breath hitch and cocks leakā nothing made Kisame weaker than the scent of your ovulation. You drove him crazy; it took all of his strength not to push your thighs back and sink his fat cocks inside your sopping cunt. His knot ached whenever Kisame pictured pressing it inside youā especially when you started dating him and sleeping on his bed. Now your smell was everywhere.
Often, the only solitude Kisame had was the shower.
Kisame had hoped you would return a couple of days later when he scheduled to leave for his own mission. Unfortunately for him, Kisame would have to endure the burning sensation that came with your body's natural cycle.
"This is a fucking curse", Kisame muttered to himself, scrubbing his body with a washcloth while standing under the heavy spray of cold water, allowing the smell of his body soaps to envelop him. He concentrated on the subtle scents of the cleaning supplies below the sink, to the sweat on his body washing away. Kisame cleaned his body, the soft rag brushing against his crotch and stirring his cocks nestled behind the slit.
He ignored the sensation, focusing on the methodical motions of bathing himself instead of succumbing to the arousal licking at his senses.
After his showerā Kisame went through the usual bathroom habits after waking, also taking the time to shave the stubble tickling his jaw. Kisame gazed at the man staring back at him for a moment, raking his fingers through his blue hair, probing the gills on his cheekbones distastefully, gliding his hands down the blue hue of his chest before sighing, turning away from the reflection before hate filled him.
The lack of mirrors in his room allowed Kisame to ignore the cruel hisses towards his body and weird anatomy as he moisturised and dressed in warm clothes. Though, from the mask of the fabric softener, Kisame could detect the faint smell of your aroma in his shirt. He sighed, a tender smile curling on his mouth as he inhaled deeply, knowing that you once again wore his clothes while he was away.
Kisame tried not to allow his heart to swell too much, imagining you laying in his bed, wearing his clothes that had a way of swallowing your smaller frame as you snuggle beneath his sheets. "Damn", he sighed, anxiety and passion swirling inside his chest as Kisame began to understand how deep his attachment to you rang if he grew sentimental over you wearing his shirts.
"Babe?"
Your voice flittered from outside his door; Kisame could sense your discomfort and blood even from behind the door. He groaned quietly to himself before opening it, seizing the wooden frame in a harsh grip as your aroma wafted through his nose, "You good?" he rasped, clearing his throat quickly and attempting a smile.
"Yeah, sorry for barging in on you while you were sleepingā had a little bathroom emergency", you smiled up at him with slight embarrassment swirling around you, "But I made breakfast for us to make up for it". Kisame allowed you to take his hand and guide him down to the living room with the kitchen at the back, divided by an island counter.
Kisame sat on the island stool, watching you titter around the kitchen, placing two plates of foodā one significantly more food than the other for him and a jug of water to share. When you moved to sit on the stool beside him, Kisame grasped your hips and picked you up, setting you on his muscular thigh instead, kissing your neck to change your protests to giggles.
"Missed you", he whispered hoarsely, your blood making him feel dizzy and desperate to feel you close to him, "Cool if we sit like this?"
"As long as I'm not crushing your thigh", you muttered shyly but smiled to disguise your insecurity as a joke, "Just tap out when you've had enough".
"What if I don't want to?"
Your cute giggles sounded again when Kisame nuzzled his nose into your supple skin, deep growls rumbling from his throat, unable to stop himself from grazing his sharp teeth on your neckā "Kisame".
The sound of his name whimpering from your mouth had him squeezing his thick arm around your waist, pulling you tightly to his firm chest, "Yes, baby?" Kisame gruffed, his other hand grasping your thigh and spreading it apart slightly so he could smell you better, his heart hammering in his chest when he sensed your arousal mixing with the blood leaking out, "You smell so fuckin' good".
Your body shook with want, yet you grasped his wrist, clenching your thighs around his large hand, trapping him from going any further, "K-Kisame", you gasped, "I-I can'tā".
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Kisame buried his nose in your neck and breathed in deep, focusing on your body wash, shampoo and natural musk to distract him from the rich blood between your legs. Kisame retreated his hand, tilting your head so he could press a soft kiss to your parted lips before pulling away, "Sorry, baby", he grunted, willing his breathing to return to normal, "You hungry, right?"
Kisame lifted a forkful of fluffy eggs to your lips, watching you hesitate before leaning in and taking the bite.
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, "Good girl". Kisame submitted to this variant of his impulsesā doting on you and looking after you in your time of need, though he ignored the part of stuffing you with his knot.
You sighed into his embrace, threading your fingers with his hand encircled around your waist as Kisame continued to feed you with his mouth and nose pressed on the top of your head, focusing on your shampoo instead ofā the other thing. Kisame concentrated on keeping his heart rate regular and cocks from probing out of his crotch slit, determined on maintaining his secret for now.
Once your plate was empty, you licked your lips before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to his smooth jaw, "Thank you", you sighed blissfully, resting your head on his shoulder, "Can I feed you?" Your sweet request made him smile, so Kisame nodded, allowing you to do the same for himā the domesticity of the act relaxed him in a way he had never felt before.
"Thanks, baby", Kisame muttered after swallowing his last bite. The two of you sat in silence for a while, basking in the comfort and warmth of each other's embrace until you yawned.
Kisame sighed gratefully, sensing your fatigue and precisely what he hoped, "Wanna take a nap?" when you nodded, he curled his arm under your thighs and stood up, cradling you close and carrying you to your bedroom. The exhaustion from the mission and the pain that throbbed your back and abdomen tired you out more than you cared to admit.
"Can I stay in your bed?"
Fuck!
Kisame planned to put you to sleep, hide out in his room for the day, then write you a note and run off on a mission for five days. His rejection died on his throat when you snuggled upon his chest and mewled in content.
"Okay, babyā whatever you want".
Goddammit, he had to learn how to say no to you before things got out of handā though something told him that he would be chasing your orders for as long as he lived. Kisame pushed open his door and settled you on his bed, tucking you in his warm sheets until you looked like a small plush toy on his large mattress, "Comfortable?"
You gripped his hand tightly, your eyes drooping as you snuggled on his large pillow, his rich scent of mint and saltwater cooling your body, "You're not going to join me?" You whispered, pressing kisses on his large palm, nestling into the cocoon of warmth Kisame wrapped you in, slowly falling asleep untilā "I love you", you sighed sleepily, sinking deeper into the plush fabric.
"What?"
Kisame's breath hitchedā heart hammering in his chest; your sweet declaration fluttered around him, seizing his breath as he watched you fall asleep, unaware how your words affected him. But there you lay, clasping his hand tightly and snuggling into his bed with the gentlest smile gracing your face. Kisame felt himself drowning in not only your scent but love too.
Your relationship was only a few months old, but Kisame found himself falling long before you asked him out. Initially, he kept his affections to himself in fear of chasing you awayā he pushed away your sexual advances, ignoring the desire that would ignite if you so much as smiled at him. Kisame feared your reaction towards his anatomy and, despite the relief of his love reciprocated, this only increased his fear of rejection.
Now he had everything to lose.
"What did you just say?" Kisame finally managed to choke out, the air around him squeezing his lungs, whereas you just smiled in content and pressed your lips to his palm. Fuck.
Another breathless, "I love you", came from your sweet lips though your eyes remained closed and breathing became even.
Kisame rubbed your cheek with the hand you still cradled close to you, "I love you too", he said in a low murmur while lowering himself down to his knees by your side, brushing his nose to your hair with lips grazing upon your forehead, "I'll come back later, I promiseā just rest up for me, baby". With that and one final squeeze of your hand, you succumbed to your slumber, and Kisame turned off the light, then left the room with his heart still lodged in his throat.
You loved him.
For the rest of the day, Kisame took his frustrations out on the training field outside of the compound. He destroyed dummies, broke trees and exhausted his chakra levels until they were almost empty. Kisame trained for hours, barely taking the time to rest, only drinking water and breathing in the fresh air for as long as he could, untainted by your intoxicating scent.
Kisame laid on the ground, chest heaving and sweat coating his blue skin as he watched the clouds change colours into amberā dusk settling on this corner of the world. He thought back to those words you whispered in your sleep; the wicked voice in his mind hissed that you would change your mind if you ever found out about his secret. For months, you respected Kisame's boundariesā abstaining from sex, but it was hard to stop himself from delving his tongue inside your sweet pussy, you had him addicted to your taste, and his cocks twitched to feel the same.
You were Kisame's first real relationshipā he watched you from afar for months, allowing your rich scent to consume him as he became so deeply infatuated, Kisame almost didn't detect the trace of your attraction towards him. His eyes would follow you everywhere; Kisame would have to clench his fists to keep his composure whenever you would walk past him, your aroma wafting around you.
For a whole year, Kisame became subjected to your lingering touches and sweet scent, constantly forcing himself to keep his attraction a secret because how could you ever love someone like him.
It took Itachi's blatant assertion into the conversation that finally had the two of you acknowledge each other's feelings towards the otherā during a mission, no less. The three of you were on a mission, and Itachi had gotten tired with the questions for advice and bluntly stated, "Y/N, Kisame wants to date you and Kisame, Y/N can't keep a straight face around you. Please go date and leave me out of this".
Itachi walked away, mumbling about firewood and left the two of you in the clearing, awkwardly staring at each other until you pulled him down for a kissā and the next three months bled into the best times of Kisame's life.
You loved him, and now Kisame was running out of excuses to push you away, when in actuality, he wanted you so badly, your blood turned his skin flush and head reeling. He couldn't tell you any of that.
With a deep sigh, he got up, grabbed his sword and walked back inside.
Kisame held his breath as he walked into your bedroom, finding it empty and undisturbed since this morning before quickly going inside your bathroom to wash off the sweat. Thinking he was safe, Kisame exhaled and started breathing normallyā until the smell of your blood flooded him, overwhelming his senses; the fog of your essence surrounded the bathroom he just stepped in.
"Fuuuck", Kisame groaned loudly, "Whereā"
A wave of dizziness washed over him; your hormones were rich and immense. Kisame keened low and deep, gripping the sink tightly in order to keep himself grounded. The source of your scent sat forgotten in the bathtub to his sideā Kisame picked up the garment, lust and shame twisting in his belly as he shakingly pressed the panties to his nose and took a deep breath.
"Fuck", he moaned low; the blood was luscious, rich, intoxicatingā Kisame felt his dick probe against his slit, arousal churning with a burning heat. "Fuck it", he dropped his sweats and tore off his shirt, turning on the water with one hand as he continued to press your soiled panties to his nose, groaning from your scent.
Kisame couldn't have you in the way he so desperately craved, so he pushed aside the embarrassment and used your dirty panties to scratch the itch you unintentionally produced.
Stepping into the chilled water, Kisame succumbed to the desire your blood created, his cock leaking with excessive amounts of pre as it throbbed between his legs while coaxing his second girth out of the slit too. Kisame imagined you between his legs, looking up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, hungry for his fat cocks.
She'd never want your weird lookingā
Kisame silenced the destructive voice with a deep groan, beginning to stroke his heavy girth with your panties pressed firmly against his nose and the water pelting on his back. His mind slipped into a frenzied haze of lust, your fragrance consuming him as his eyes rolled back and cocks throbbed heavily in his hand.
"Baby", he rasped, thumbing his drooling cockhead, watching it dribble on his second length, mixing with the water rolling down his body. Kisame closed his eyes, envisioning you stroking his dicks with your warm hands, cooing how good he feltā your tongue lapping up at the pre leaking out of his slit.
"You taste so good, Kisa".
You'd gasp, mouth wide and inviting, one hand fisting his thick length while the other encircled around his first cock. Kisame tightened his fist, imagining how tight your mouth would feel as you attempted to take his girth. He groaned, resting his forehead against the cold tile; you'd gag and whimper, your throat constrictingā Kisame would feel the muscles flutter on his engorged cock as he sinks deeper down your throat, mumbling praises while you breathe heavily through your nose.
"That's my girl", Kisame couldn't help but moan to himself, the daydream so vivid he could feel his body react to the ghost of your touch. You would mewl under his praise, hollowing your cheeks and relaxing your throat so he could slide down your warmth even further. Kisame knew he had such a good girl. Your scent enveloped him; nothing else existed in his fog stuffed with your blood, his cum and the sweat still clinging to his skin despite the cold water running down his back.
"I wanna feel you inside, Kisa".
You'd smile up at him, slapping his cock on your tongue invitingly, murmuring praises about how big he is, how good he'd feel spoiling your pretty pussy with his fat girth.
"s'good, ahhhā K-Kisame".
Kisame's hips faltered as he fucked his fist hard, breathing becoming staggered, your panties buried under his nose, "m gonna cum, darlin", he groaned. His skin burned hot with lust; Kisame could barely feel the chill of the water when the scent of your blood surged through him. Both cocks oozed with pre, his knots inflating as he neared his releaseā the image of delving into the tight, wet warmth between your thighs had Kisame groaning your name quietly. His tongue remembered the taste of your cunt well.
Desire consumed all sense of reason as Kisame started lapping the fabricā his cock twitched in his palm from the taste, heat pooling low in his belly as he pumped his cocks in one hand.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Yes", Kisame rasped, the ghostly sound of your moans ringing in his ears, "For you", his hips pushed faster into his fist, "For my girl". He wrapped your panties around his cocks, using both hands to stroke his lengths and help him get off using the delicate fabric on his meaty girths. Gooey threads of cum dribbled, staining your panties with Kisame fucking his tight fists with his eyes closed and jaw clenched. The feeling of the soft fabric rubbing against his pulsing, hot cocks sent pleasure shocks through Kisame's body as his breathing became ragged.
"Cum for meā let go for me, baby".
With one hand rubbing against his swollen knot, Kisame stroked his lengthsā one, two pumps, and the third had him throwing his head back, a low, loud groan of your name straining from his clenched jaw. Cum sprayed all over your panties, flowing in thick globs, leaking out of the poor lace and dribbling down his shafts. Kisame panted heavily, slumping against the tiles of the shower, allowing the icy waters to finally cool down his body with his knot fat and pulsating.
It took Kisame a few minutes to calm down; his body was tiredā so drained from pushing himself with training and the lust that had devoured him so intensely. He cleaned himself up and stepped out of the shower with your small towel wrapped around his waist.
Embarrassment sat where desire once stood; the weight of Kisame's actions finally dawned on him as he held the drenched fabric in his hands. It was not the first time he masturbated thinking of you, but this was the first time he ever used your pantiesā let alone your period blood to get off.
And yet, the thought stirred his cocks back to lifeā they clearly didn't care about the taboo of the act, so Kisame decided to wallow in self-disgust another time.
Kisame raked his fingers through his hair in frustration before wrapping your soiled panties with his own dirty clothes and making a plan to do a quick load of laundry before leaving tomorrow morning on his mission.
He slipped on the sandals he walked in with and patted down the hall to his own bedroom, finding you still sleeping soundly. The scent of your blood still made him hot, but it was a sensation he could ignore after the intensity of his release in the shower. Kisame walked into his bathroom, stuffed the shame at the bottom of the basket and arranged his laundry back to the way it looked before exiting to get dressed.
"Are you coming to bed?"
Came your soft murmur from the mountain blankets that surrounded you. Kisame finished putting on a clean shirt before turning around, his sweats hanging low on his hips, "Let's have dinner first". He ignored your whines of protest with a teasing laugh, walking over to you and pealing the layers of sheets that blanketed your body, "Come on babyā you haven't eaten since breakfast".
You huffed, "I want to sleep", despite your protests, you allowed Kisame to gently drag you out of bed and put on your fuzzy lounge slippers. You yawned, stretching your arms, then looking up at him with an adorable pout, "Food, then sleep?"
Kisame chuckled, nodding as he guided you out of the room, "I promise", he clenched his jaw, disregarding the way his cocks twitched underneath his crotch when you leaned into his body.
There will be a part four cause I'm obsessed with this series haha
NOTE: this is my first time writing about hq boys so iām sorry if it might be ooc :( also pls be nice about this, i know it sucks but anyway here you go!
Part 2
Being in a relationship with Atsumu for more than a year now really has been wonderful for you. You felt happy, comfortable and content with him. You make each other happy as giggles and laughter would leave your lips, pulling the otherās body closer to them. Affection wasnāt really an issue as kissing has been normal for the both of you. Subtle hand holding and nuzzling against the otherās neck has been a routine most of the time, eager to just feel the touch of the other. Mornings filled with soft smiles, brushing the otherās hair and leave kisses all over their face.Ā Ā
Both of you know each other like the back of your hands, being able to know if somethingās troubling the other and be able to talk about it and work things out. You were able to support him throughout his struggles especially with volleyball and heās always there to listen whenever somethingās bothering you. It was safe to say that you can imagine yourself staying in this so called fairytale for a very long time.Ā
omgggg can you share ur list of things youāve read ? š i feel like iāve hit rock bottom thinking iāve read everything
Alright, here we go, these are a few of my favorite reader-inserts I have saved on my AO3:
Multi Ships (collection of one shots/love triangles)
Dear Diary: Bakugo VS Midoriya VS Todoroki. Reader had her heart broken by Bakugo, moves on and develops feelings for Midoriya that might be mutual?, and now Bakugo likes reader but is a fucking dick about it and Midoriya is an oblivious green bean. Meanwhile Todoroki is just a sweety, acting like a real friend and being there for reader during the drama (that he sometimes causes). Angst alert, just pure angst. I love it as much as i want to pull out all my hair cause of these idiot children. (Wordcount: 77415 Status: Incomplete)
The Void You Left Behind: Past Kirishima/Reader, Bakugo/Reader. Reader was married to Kirishima who sadly died while on the job. Bakugo and reader mourn together and help each other to move on. The grief in this was so realistic and well done, you will feel like you were hit by a truck. I cried and had to take breaks. (Wordcount: 71016 Status: Complete)
Million Reasons: Past Bakugo/reader, Midoriya/Reader. Bakugo and reader were married, but Bakugo (a total dick) cheats on reader and was abusive towards reader who ends up leaving him, changing jobs, and now working for the current number one hero Deku. Warning: Domestic violence, abusive and manipulative behavior. (Wordcount: 55693 Status: Incomplete)
MULT-FANDOM COLLECTION (my-american-hero): Multiple story collection, not just bnha. Authorās tumblr account.
BNHA College Reader Inserts series: 5 works, all in college. Really like the Bakugo/Reader centric fics in this one, reader doesnāt take his shit. (Wordcount total of all works: 62691 Status: Series incomplete,Ā but only one of the works isnāt complete.)
Baby no Hero Academia: Multiple stories of our favorite characters being parents. (Wordcount: 72822 Status: incomplete)
My Hero Academia Images: multi story collection. If you like these, look at the other works by this author. Some are choose your own route stories with different endings for each ship. (Wordcount: 240426 Status: incomplete)
My hero academia one-shots!: smutty and fluffy one shots with multiple characters. (Wordcount: 155424 Status: complete)
Boku no Hero Academia One-Shots/Imagines~! (lady-Bakuhoe): one-shot collection. Didnāt realize right away that I had been reading lady-bakuhoeās stuff for months on AO3. (Wordcount: 39963 Status: complete)
Wolves Among Us: Iām pretty sure everyone knows this one, still putting it down. Werewolf!Bakugo x Human!Reader, Fantasy AU. (Wordcount: 334465 Status: Incomplete)
Bakugou Household: Domestic Bakugo just being the best dad. (Wordcount: 37867 Status: incomplete)
Types of Love: A bunch of one-shots about different types of love with Bakugo as the center subject. (Wordcount: 10243 Status: Complete)
Sex is a learning, even for shitheads.: Porn with Plot. Focuses on the evolution of the relationship between reader and Bakugo and their sex lives together, from first learning how to do the sex and controlling quirks during to exploring kinks, likes and dislikes. (Wordcount: 73453 Status: Complete)
Speak (Katsuki Bakugou x Reader): Soulmate Au- first words tattooed on body. Reader isnt too thrilled about the resident gremlin of 1-A is her soulmate. Smut included. (Wordcount: 153848 Status: Complete)
Knockout: I just started this one today, but I like it so far. Underground kickboxer au, kickboxer!Bakugo meets card girl!reader. (Wordcount: 85297 Status: complete)
His Tyranny: Fantasy au. Barbarian King Bakugo is power hungry, looking for anything to boost his strength, takes reader, a girl with a strong and dangerous magical ability, from the tower she was locked away in. (Wordcount: 76038 Status: complete)
Dakimakura: Bakugo develops a crush. Porn with plot. (Wordcount: 48657 Status: Complete)
Secret Admirer: Reader leaves Bakugo love letters. Things get steamy when reader gets caught. (Wordcount: 2278 Status: complete)
Kirishima/Reader
How to get a boyfriend?: Reader is Bakugoās little sister and wants a boyfriend, she has her eyes set on her brotherās manly best friend. (Wordcount: 22431 Status: complete)
A Helping Hand (authorās tumblr https://thetrashyartwitch.tumblr.com/): No quirk au. Reader wants to better herself by going to the gym and develops a crush on Kirishima who was just being himself and being kind to reader. This gets a gold star from me, I read this over and over and I still love it so much. (Wordcount: 5707 Status: complete, one-shot)
Rising Sun (Btw, donāt bug the author about updating, they already get hounded about this one and other fics. The wait will be worth it.): Fantasy au and arrange marriage between princess!reader and dragon!Kirishima. Reader is in an entirely new environment and culture, getting to know her new kingdom and husband. (Wordcount: 14667 Status: incomplete)
Crimison|Ink (Kirishima x Reader) : I know I posted about this one before, but I will post about this again. I read this so many times, I have it downloaded on my phone to read offline. I donāt even know where to begin to describe this one, I just love it so much and canāt wait for it to come back. I donāt want to say I have a favorite, cause I love all of these⦠but if I had to choose *cough* this one *cough*. Summary: āKirishima and his band of heavily tattooed brothers own and run a very well known tattoo shop together. One day a girl wonders into the shop in search of a tattoo to mark the start of her new life. Soon enough sheāll learn that this āfamilyā business is more than just buzzing tattoo guns and ink, and finds herself caught up in the middle of it, all while having to deal with a certain sharp-toothed pain in the ass.ā Warning: violence, blood and gore, toxic past relationships. (Wordcount: 119179 Status: incomplete)
Oranges: Omegaverse, alpha!female!Reader/Omega!Kirishima. Mutual pining childhood friends who are oblivious towards each otherās feelings while everyone notices. (Wordcount: 19695 Status: Complete)
Anger Management: smut one-shot, reader is pissed about something at work and uses Kirishima to get rid of the rage by riding him till sheās no longer angry. (Wordcount: 1509 Status: Complete)
The Pizza Delivery Guy: Modern and College Au. Readerās roommate Mina puts in to send the cutest delivery boy over. Best customer service experience ever. Pure fluff and flirting. Wanna see more. (Wordcount: 1607 Status: Complete)
Better Late Than Never: Dumb dumbs pining over each other both thinking they are just friends. (Wordcount: 2996 Status: complete)
Boyfriend Me: Short and simple, i live for the fluff and awkward kirishima. Accidental confessions and lack of words when around your crush. (Wordcount: 701 Status: complete)
The Heat of a Dragon: Pure smut with fantasy dragon!kirishima⦠who has two dicks. (Wordcount: 2464 Status: Complete)
All in his head: Reader has a mind reading quirk and Kirishima has a surprisingly dirty mind, sexy times ensues. (Wordcount: 1415 Status: Complete)
Fatgum/Reader (warning: all are smut fics)
First Time: This was my first fatgum fic I ever read and itās still one of my top faves. Reader and Fatgum finally take steps into becoming intimate. Fluffy porn with plot. Size difference, totally a size queenās go to fic. (Wordcount: 5394 Status: complete)
Sugar : Another first time fic, this time with a baker!reader in the middle of her kitchen. Size difference. (Wordcount: 6241 Status: Complete)
Dine and Dash: Celebratory public sex. (Wordcount: 2883 Status: complete)
Brick Walls are Great Support: Public sex in an alleyway. (Wordcount: 3006 Status: complete)
Drizzle: Valentineās day sexy times with food. (Wordcount: 3017 Status:Complete)Ā
Temporary: Omegaverse, Omega!reader goes to a heat/rut house and meets alpha!Fatgum. (Wordcount: 3367 Status: Complete)
Not a typical Office Romance: office sexy times. (Wordcount: 2006 Status: complete)
Midoriya/Reader
Warmth of You: collection of Deku/reader one-shot smuts. I actually love this author a lot, does some of the best bottom Bakugo fics I have ever read. If you like bakudeku, check out their other works.
āJust Friendsā : Jealous Midoriya doesnāt like being called just friends and reminds the reader that they are way more. Smut. (Wordcount: 3492 Status: complete)
Sero/Reader
Hero Santa: Best friends become something more during movie night in a blanket fort. Fluffy smut that makes me smile. (Wordcount: 4936 Status: complete)
Hoodie [SeroxReader]: post-break up, the only thing left behind was one of Seroās hoodies that Reader still wears. Angst. (Wordcount: 3284 Status: complete)
Sour. Sweet. Gone.: no quirk and college au. Sero and reader are both pining idiots who go from friends to enemies to lovers. (Wordcount: 10448 Status: complete)
Tape residue: fluff smut, friends to lovers. Sero misread some signals but it all ends well. (Wordcount: 3410 Status: Complete)
A Seronade of Misunderstandings: Sero plans the most romantic and cheesy way for the first time but reader thinks his secretive behavior means heās cheating. (Wordcount: 3420 Status: Complete)
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