showing levi how much you appreciate him or .. riding levi after his accident
cw: smut ⸝⸝ hurt to comfort ⸝⸝ levi's a bit insecure
ever since levi’s injury, he’s been more distant. he’d flinch slightly when you tried to engage anything sexual, claiming that he wasn’t in the mood. you believed him, until you found him in your shared bedroom fucking his fist with your panties. it was time, you decided, for an intervention.
“levi?” you called out. you peeked your head into the room. he was on the bed reading a book. when he heard your voice, he glanced up and set it aside.
“hm?” he replied eyes scanning yours. he looked well rested for once and it made you smile. levi caught this immediately and raised a brow.
“what?”
“nothing.” you joined him on the bed, smile only growing wider. he narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously, but wrapped his arm around you. “it doesn’t look like nothing,” he said in a pointed tone. he kissed your cheek before reaching over on the nightstand.
“well, it’s truly nothing, i’ll go back to my book…” you grabbed his arm to stop him. he raised an eyebrow at you once more.
“what now—”
instead of responding, you crawled into his laps and straddled him. he stared at you before his hands found purchase on your waist.
“ever since your accident, you’ve been distant.” you started off, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “and i’ve missed you levi. i understand why, but i promise you that i want you no matter not. and honestly..." you ran your hand along his defined abs, not failing to miss the way he inhaled sharply at your touch, "how could i not?" you pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned at him. before he could even speak, his eyes told you everything that was on the tip of his tongue. he sighed and averted his gaze from you.
"i have been distance," he admitted, "but i don't want you to do this because you feel like you have to. that's the last thing i'd want." he swallowed hard before meeting your eyes. you held his gaze, before leaning in and peppering kisses down his jawline. he groaned softly and squeezed the plush of your ass through your shorts. you rolled your hips absentmindedly, still littering his face with kisses. levi bucked his hips against your clothed cunt and you groaned. your lips found their way to his neck as you grinded against his hard on.
"levi—" your breath caught in your throat as his hand found its way underneath your tank top. shivering under his touch, he cupped your breasts under the fabric, whispering about how beautiful you were.
"just perfect." he murmured, fingers teasing your nipples. you whined softly and grinded against the tent in his pants even more. "missed this so much levi," you confessed. you truly had, it's been a tortuous few weeks without him. he's plagued every one one of your dreams since the last time you had him all to yourself. and this time, you weren't going to let him slip away again as easily.
levi gestured for you to lift your hips so he could take off your flimsy shorts. he tossed them somewhere in the room without a second glance and focused his attention back on you. or, more specifically, your tits. they were peaking through your tank top and catching levi's attention. he tugged the hem of it and you swiftly took it off. his mouth attacked them instantly: swirling one nipple and rolling the other in between his fingers before switching. you let out a sinful moan, tugging lightly on his hair. after he pulled away, he looked up at you, dark eyes filled with lust and impatience.
"it's been too long, i need you," he said just above a whisper. you smiled, he was still a bit shy. you didn't mind, you unbuttoned his pants in a blink. he was hard, tip leaking with precum. you pumped the base of his cock, earning a low guttural moan from the dark haired man. you smirked, running your thumb across the head of his dick. he cursed under his breath and bucked his hips involuntarily.
"missed this soo badly," you hummed, kissing his tip. "i'm guessing you did too, hm?"
levi barely managed a nod before his head dipped and he kissed your collarbone. he could come right now, just from your touch. that's how badly he missed you, so much it hurt. when you finally sink down on his cock, groaning as you took every inch of him, levi died right then and there. he silently cursed himself for denying himself of this for so long. he'd been quietly yearning for you, hiding in the shadows when he wanted to get off, all because he was terrified. but the way you looked at him, kissed him, and squeezed around him made all that fear melt away.
"jesus christ, you're tight," levi groaned. his thick cock only made it halfway into your poor cunt. your palms were flat on his chest to steady yourself. you fluttered around him at his words and whined softly, "levi, i don't know if i can take anymore."
levi shook his head firmly. "you've taken all of me before, it's just... been a while." you nodded and spread your legs wider so you could fully sink down on his cock. with a bit of coaxing, he almost bottomed out. tears prickled in your eyes from the stretch. he felt so good, splitting you apart like this. you whispered his name like a mantra, sinful moans escaping your lips.
"i know, i know, you're almost there," he encouraged you. you bit your bottom lip and cried out his name when he finally bottomed out. "there, that's all of me," his breath hitched at the feeling of being fully nested inside of you after so long. it felt like heaven—your gummy cunt, already squeezing around him so tightly he was sure to come right there and then. you were so warm, so delicate, so perfect. he was sure he didn't deserve you, but your words from earlier rang in his head.
"levi," you pulled him out of your thoughts with your wrecked voice, "you okay?"
he nodded and sighed. "i'm sorry for depriving us of this...and for so long too." lifting his chin up with your finger, you kissed him, lips capturing his in a sweet kiss. his hands cupped your face and you slowly lifted your hips and slammed back down. he swallowed your moans and smacked your ass. you yelped and he smirked below you. you rode him, thighs trembling as you fluttered around his length. he was so big, it still took a second to get used to. you didn't last long, your legs gave out after a bit. you insisted on a break before continuing, but levi insisted.
"let me make it up to you," his dark eyes met with yours. the intensity of his gaze made your stomach churn. all you could do was nod. his hands found your hips once more and he thrusted into you. your velvet walls fluttered around him as you trembled above him. your broken moans only pushed him to pick up the paste. each thrust was a silent apology, a way to make up for lost time. he kissed your chest, littering it with soft kisses. the last thing you heard before you fell apart was your name escaping from his lips. your thighs shook as you came down from your high. levi came deep inside of you with a low grunt.
"beautiful," he murmured. you looked into his eyes, and for the first time in a long time, he let you see him vulnerable. he looked a little broken with his brows furrowed, searching your eyes for any sign of regret. he still didn't want you to want him out of pity.
"i missed you levi," you finally said with a happy sigh. you cupped his face and grinned. "i could never not want you, i promise."
levi leaned forward and sealed your promise with a kiss. it was tender, his hands found their way in your hair, and yours in his. he stole your breath, kissing you like he'd been waiting all of eternity to do so. it was him twitching, still very much inside of you, that broke the kiss.
"shit," he muttered, slightly embarassed.
you cackled and poked his cheek. "all from a kiss? you defintely missed me, huh?"
"gosh, no need to rub it in," he rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite in his tone.
you lifted your hips slowly and he froze. "make me." he smirked at you before rolling the two of you over. the two of you stayed up all night, tangled in the sheets, making up for lost time.
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THE THREE TIMES YOU'VE COCKBLOCKED TOJI FUSHIGURO!
SYPNOSIS. in which you’ve continuously cockblocked frat president! toji, making him wonder if you’re intentionally doing it for his attention.
PAIRING. frat president! toji x sorority president! reader
CONTENT. MDNI. explicit sexual content. public sex/semi-public indecency. alcohol mention. dirty talk. fingering. breast play. its love and hate !
A/N. toji art by f_tality0
the first time you cockblock toji happens at your sorority’s fall mixer and it’s not even on purpose.
the downstairs bathroom’s got a line out the door so you stomp upstairs in your heels, bladder about to explode. the second-floor bathroom is supposed to be off-limits for parties. it’s also a good thing that half the girls forget it exists.
you twist the knob expecting it to open.
but it’s locked.
of course.
you bang on the door, sharp and impatient. “who the fuck is in there? open up, i’m about to piss myself.”
nothing for a second then another bang from your fist.
“hello? i’m not asking twice. move your ass or i’m kicking this door in.”
a muffled curse comes through the wood. the lock finally clicks.
the door swings open and there’s toji, jeans still unzipped, belt hanging loose. behind him some sorority girl you vaguely recognize from kappa. her cheeks flaming and mascara smudged. she shoves past you without a word, practically sprinting down the hall.
toji just stands there looking at you like you’re the one who interrupted something important.
“you mind?” you snap, crossing your arms. “some of us actually need to use the bathroom for its intended purpose.”
he lets out a low huff of a laugh, finally stepping aside but not far enough. his shoulder brushes yours as you push past. “didn’t know you were so territorial over toilets, pres.”
“didn’t know you needed an audience to get off,” you shoot back. slamming the door in his face and locking it again.
your relationship with toji is a bit complicated. it’s not that you hate him but you don’t exactly like him either. he’s arrogant, loud, always showing up where he’s not wanted with that lazy grin like the whole campus owes him something. you’re the one who has to deal with the fallout when his frat trashes a mixer or starts fights at tailgates, so yeah, you give him shit every chance you get.
the second time you cockblock him is three weeks later in the library stacks on the fourth floor.
midterms are brutal and you’re camped out in your usual spot—the back corner near the architecture journals trying to cram two chapters of econ before your brain melts. the place is dead quiet except for the occasional page turn and someone’s cough two aisles over.
you’re halfway through highlighting when you hear it.
low voices, then a stifled laugh that’s way too familiar. you pull one earbud out. it’s coming from the next row over.
you don’t even think. you stand up, heels silent on the carpet, and round the corner like you’re just looking for a book.
there he is again.
toji, back against the shelves, a girl pressed between him and the books, her legs hooked around his waist while he’s got one hand under her thigh and the other braced above her head. her skirt’s hiked up, his fly’s open, and they’re moving slow, careful, trying not to knock anything over. her face is buried in his neck, biting her lip to stay quiet.
his eyes flick up the second you appear. the asshole doesn’t even stop, mouth curving into that same smirk like this is the most normal thing in the world.
the girl notices you too, she freezes, eyes going wide. she whispers something frantic to toji and starts untangling herself. toji lets her down easy, zipping up like it’s no rush, while she smooths her skirt and bolts past you with her bag clutched to her chest, head down in embarrassment.
“really?” you say, voice low enough not to get shushed by the librarian. “in the fucking library? during midterms?”
he shrugs, leaning back against the shelf now, arms crossed to mirror you. “what, you own the stacks too, pres?”
“i own the right to study without hearing your little hookups,” you hiss. “take your dick somewhere else.”
he pushes off the shelf. “you keep showing up at the worst times. starting to think you’re doing it on purpose.”
“starting to think you’re just bad at picking spots,” you fire back. “or is your kink getting caught?”
“wouldn’t you like to know?”
you roll your eyes, walking back to your table without another word realizing that this is not worth your time, he's not worth your time.
he doesn’t follow. but later that night your phone lights up with a text from him.
toji (theta nu) yo pres
toji (theta nu) the library girl earlier left her notes in my pocket, i forgot to ask her name.
toji (theta nu) you recognize her?
you choke.
he replies with a single laughing emoji and nothing else.
the third time you cockblock toji is at the annual greek week bonfire on the quad.
it’s the last night of the week.
everyone’s half-drunk, half-exhausted from relay races and tug-of-war bullshit all day. the fire’s roaring, people scattered on blankets and lawn chairs.
you’re nursing a seltzer, talking to a couple pledges about cleanup duty tomorrow, when you spot him across the fire. toji’s posted up against a tree trunk, one foot kicked back against the bark. some girl from another house… phi mu maybe? she’s tucked under his arm, laughing too loud at whatever he’s saying, her hand already sliding under his hoodie like she’s claiming territory.
you don’t bother to stare, there’s nothing surprising about it so you turn back to your conversation, but minutes later nature calls again, wayyy too much seltzer. the portable bathrooms are lined up near the parking lot, but the line’s long and you’re not waiting. there’s a cluster of port-a-potties behind the maintenance shed, the ones nobody uses because they’re farther and smells more like shit.
you head that way, cutting through the shadows. you round the shed and hear it before you see it.
“oh my god toji—”
one of the doors is cracked way open.
toji’s got the girl pinned against the wall of the tiny stall, her legs wrapped around him again, skirt shoved up, his jeans pushed down just enough. he’s mid-thrust when he realizes there’s somebody there. his head turning slow like he already knows who it is.
the girl squeaks, tries to cover herself. it’s the same reaction everytime, what exactly do they think will happen when they fuck in a public space.
toji just looks at you over her shoulder, green eyes glinting in the harsh light, that scarred mouth pulling into the laziest, most infuriating grin yet.
“pres,” he drawls, still buried in her, not even pretending to stop. “you following me now?”
“you agai- you know what, this is a porta-potty, you disgusting animal. people need to piss here, not fuck.”
the girl’s mortified, pushing at his chest. “toji, let me down—”
he finally lowers her, steadying her when her legs wobble, fixing himself right after. she scrambles out past you, muttering apologies under her breath, disappearing into the dark.
toji stays leaned against the wall inside the stall, arms crossed now, zipper still down like he’s daring you to comment on it.
“you got a radar for this shit or what?” he asks, voice rough from whatever they were doing. “third time’s the charm, huh?”
you step closer just enough to crowd the doorway, arms crossed tight. “maybe if you stopped treating every surface like your personal bedroom i wouldn’t keep walking in on you.”
you watch his eyes dragging down your body slow, then back up. “or maybe you like the show. keep showing up, keep running your mouth. starting to feel personal.”
“it’s personal when i have to explain to the event chair why one of the bathrooms is out of order because theta nu’s president can’t keep it in his pants.”
he laughs at that. “you’re cute when you’re pissed, you know that?”
“and you’re disgusting when you’re horny,” you snap back. “zip up and get out before i call campus safety and tell them there’s a public indecency issue.”
he steps forward until he’s right in front of you, close enough that you have to tip your head back to meet his eyes. “you gonna keep cockblocking me forever, pres?” he murmurs, voice dropping. “or you gonna do something about it next time?”
your pulse slams in your throat. you hold his stare longer than you should, caught for a second too long before you snap out of it. then you shove his chest hard making him step back, and slam the porta-potty door shut behind you as you walk away.
“find a new hobby, fushiguro,” you call over your shoulder without turning around.
you hear him laugh again through the plastic wall, unbothered as ever.
three times now. three fucking times.
it's easter weekend, most people went home and some stayed. your sorority house is quiet except for the few sisters who stayed behind. you're in the living room in sweats and an oversized tee, hair in a messy bun, painting your nails while scrolling tiktok when the doorbell rings.
you pad over barefoot, expecting a delivery or maybe one of the pledges who forgot her key again.
instead it's toji.
he's leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a six-pack of some craft ipa and a flat rectangular box wrapped in cheap pastel paper with a crooked bow.
"hey, it's my favorite sorority girl around."
"what the fuck are you doing here?"
"heard your house is doing an easter brunch thing tomorrow. thought theta nu could collab. provide the beer, maybe grill some burgers after the egg hunt bullshit. keep the vibes going."
you stare at him like he's grown a second head. "we're not doing a collab with just your frat alone. last time it was just us, your guys ended up streaking across the quad at 3 a.m."
"c’mon now... admit it, that was funny. also i’m responsible now.”
"you're literally holding beer at 4 p.m. on a sunday."
"it’s a gift for you.”
you snort despite yourself, step aside. "fine, i’ll hear this out.”
he follows you inside then he drops onto the couch without asking, legs spread wide, sets the beer and the box on the coffee table.
you sit across from him in the armchair, legs tucked under you. "so what's the pitch, fushiguro? why do you actually care about collaborating?"
"maybe i just wanted an excuse to see you without you barging in on me for once."
"bold of you to assume i'd let you in the door otherwise."
"you already did."
you went silent running out of responses for him, that's when he nods at the wrapped box.
"open it."
you eye it suspiciously but reach over anyway. the paper tears easy. inside is a matte black vibrator shaped like a bullet, still in its clear plastic clamshell.
your face burns.
"are you fucking kidding me?"
"thought it was cute," he says. "matches your whole 'control freak' aesthetic. figured you'd appreciate something you can actually finish with since you keep interrupting mine."
you stare at the toy, then at him. he's watching you like a cat with a mouse, waiting.
you set the basket down hard. "you're unbelievable."
"and you're still sitting here," he points out. "not kicking me out."
three times you've cockblocked him. three times he's looked at you like he knew exactly what he was doing. just this time there's no girl between you.
you stand up slowly. "you think this is funny? showing up with beer and a sex toy like some kind of bribe?"
"i’ll call it an invitation."
your mouth goes dry. "to what?"
“see you really need to stop this act.” he stands too, taller now that he's close. "every time you walk in on me, you stay a second too long. you run your mouth, but your eyes don't leave. you like knowing what i look like when i'm fucking. im really sick of wondering when are you gonna stop watching from the doorway and come get it yourself?"
the air feels thick suddenly. you should shove him toward the door, call him a bitch, tell him to fuck off.
"again. you think you can just show up here and i'll drop my pants because you brought chocolate and a vibrator?"
his hand lifts, slow, fingers grazing your jaw, thumb dragging along your bottom lip. "nah. i think you'll drop 'em because you've been wet thinking about it since that first time you saw me.”
your breath hitches. traitor body.
"prove me wrong," he murmurs. "tell me to leave. i'll go, no hard feelings."
you don't say anything.
maybe you do want this. maybe you do want him and your pride is just too big to admit that.
the thought sits heavy in your chest, hot and uncomfortable, like swallowing something too big. you've spent months telling yourself he's just an arrogant asshole who can't keep his dick in his pants, that every time you walked in on him it was pure coincidence, that the way your thighs clenched had nothing to do with the sight of him. you told yourself it was disgust, irritation, anything but want.
but standing here now, his thumb still resting against your lip, you can't lie to yourself anymore.
you've spent so long being the responsible one. letting toji in feels like handing over the keys to something you've kept locked up tight. what if you like it too much? what if he ruins you for anyone else? what if tomorrow morning you wake up hating yourself for folding so easily?
except... he's not pushing. he's waiting. green eyes steady on yours, that lazy confidence still there, like he knows exactly how hard you're fighting this and he's willing to let you lose on your own terms.
your tongue darts out, barely brushing the rough pad of his thumb. his eyes darken instantly.
fuck it.
you close the last inch between you, grab the front of his hoodie, and pull him down into a kiss that's more teeth than anything graceful. he groans low in his throat the second your mouths meet, like he's been starving for it, and his hands are on you immediately. one fisting the back of your tee, the other sliding down to grip your ass hard enough to lift you onto your toes.
you bite his bottom lip and he growls, spins you until your back hits the nearest wall. the impact rattles the framed photos behind you, but neither of you cares. his mouth is on your neck now, sucking a bruise right under your jaw while his thigh wedges between yours.
"fuck toji–"
"there it is," he mutters against your skin, voice wrecked. "knew you'd say my name like that eventually."
he continues until you're trying to catch your breath... then you hear it. footsteps on the stairs, light and quick, one of your sisters probably coming down.
toji freezes with his mouth still on your neck. he lifts his head just enough to meet your eyes, that feral little glint still there.
"shit," you whisper, shoving at his chest.
without a word he scoops you up, one arm under your ass, the other braced across your back like you weigh nothing. your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, arms looping his neck to keep from falling. he carries you straight past the couch toward the hallway.
the coat closet by the front door is too small so he skips it.
instead he heads for the big storage closet at the end of the hall.
he shoulders it open, steps in, kicks the door shut behind him. the lock clicks, total blackout except for the thin stripe of hall light under the door.
he sets you down but doesn't let go—backs you straight into the wall of stacked chairs. your hands are already under his hoodie again, nails digging into the hard lines of his back.
"quiet," he mutters. "don't want your sister hearing how bad you want this."
you open your mouth to snap something back but he cuts you off by yanking your oversized tee up and over your head in one rough pull. you had no bra underneath.
toji makes a hungry sound in his throat. he doesn't hesitate, mouth closes over one breast, tongue flicking your nipple before he sucks hard. your head thumps back against the wall, teeth sinking into your own lip to keep the moan inside.
he switches to the other one, same brutal attention. teeth grazing just enough to sting, then soothing with slow circles of his tongue. one big hand cups the breast he's not working on, thumb rolling the wet nipple he just left, pinching lightly.
"s-shiit.”
"shhh i said quiet." he pulls off with a wet pop, looks up at you through the dark. you can barely see his face but you feel the grin against your skin when he speaks. “it’s good?”
before you can nod his hand's already sliding down the front of your sweats, fingers dipping under the waistband of your underwear without warning. you're soaked and for toji soaked means ready.
two thick fingers push inside you easy, curling right away, thumb finding your clit on the first pass. you choke on a sound, slap a hand over your own mouth.
he starts slow as his mouth goes back on your tits. you can hear the slick sound of his fingers working you open. your other hand fists his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss. he likes it. he pumps faster, thumb circling your clit in tight little strokes that match the rhythm of his tongue on your nipple.
"fuck faster," you whisper, barely audible.
he obeys, fingers reaching in deeper. your hips buck, riding his hand while he mouths at your chest. the pressure builds fast. your legs start trembling, knees threatening to give. he hooks his free arm around your waist, holds you up against the wall so you don't slide down.
"can’t believe it," he mutters right against your nipple. "been waiting for months to feel you squeeze my fingers like this."
“o—oh! toji!”
suddenly you feel pressure below, you bite down on the heel of your hand as you come hard. your cunt flutters and clenches around his fingers so he works you through it, drawing it out until you're whimpering some more.
when you finally go limp he pulls his hand free, brings it up to your mouth. you open without thinking. sucking your own taste off his fingers without shame.
he leans in, kisses you slow and dirty, now it was him tasting you again.
"good girl," he breathes against your lips. "that's one."
“o-one?"
his grin is pure sin.
"yeah. three cockblocks, remember? figure i owe you at least three and we're just getting started."
he reaches behind him, feels around until he finds something. no, wait, he grabbed it on the way in.
the matte black bullet vibrator.
"you grabbed that?"
"what? needed it."
he tears it open with his teeth.
"stay quiet while i play," he says, already flicking it on. the low buzz fills the tiny space. “kay?”
your eyes widen.
he presses it right against your oversensitive clit through your soaked underwear.
"unless you want me to stop," he adds, voice mocking. "say the word, pres. i'll walk out right now, could even say hi to your sister if you want.”
instead of replying, you grab his wrist and hold the toy exactly where you want it.
Sometimes i just imagine myself as a Hashira after just watching the sun rise and realizing i survived another night of patrol and i have blood on my sword and on my haori and my uniform is torn but i m alive and the sun lights up again and i can finally breathe easier until night comes back again and i can pray for the fallen slayers and i can enter a local tea shop belonging to the Corps where the patron hands me a warm drink without saying anything and i drink itin silence and the other demon slayers in similar states give a bit of silence to the injured and exhausted hashira that won t speak and won t look at any of them
tags: established relationship, brat taming, Levi x female reader, cunnilingus, profanity, mdni, modern au
a/n: idk what I'm doing this is my first time writing something I actually planned on posting, so naturally of course, I jumped straight into writing smut 😭 being a ho is all i know
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Stress Relief
There were a few things in life that were absolutely guaranteed.
Taxes, death, traffic in New York City, and your boyfriend Levi Ackerman handling your attitude when he got sick of you running your mouth and stomping around your shared apartment when you were in a mood.
It was sweltering hot outside, you were exhausted, you stepped in a mysterious puddle in your favorite shoes, and yes it soaked through and got your sock wet. the coffee you waited 30 minutes for, trying to make yourself feel better, was garbage. you could tell it would be, the color was all wrong but you were late for work so you didn't say anything.
Speaking of work, you missed a deadline that made you look incompetent, and many more events that followed afterwards that all piled up on-top of one another, all making your day feel heavy and long
The biggest one, was lately being too busy to let your boyfriend have you. too many late nights sulking over your laptop and crashing at your desk instead of crawling into bed with Levi had left you feeling more frustrated than ever
So naturally you and him clashed. he had been trying to give you space which was the wrong thing to do in this circumstance, he came to that realization on his way to work this morning. space was the last thing you needed
You and him bickered back and forth all morning, he tried to apologize over text while you were on your way to work, and he was on the way to his own job. you ignored his text all day, including the next text he sent asking if you wanted him to bring you lunch.
He brought it anyways, leaving it at your desk for you to find while you were in a “meeting”. what it actually was, was a mildly directed-at-you office wide scolding in the break room about meeting deadlines, getting to work on-time and “looking presentable and awake.”
Your asshole of a boss didn't call you out by name, but you and everyone in that room knew he was talking about you. the ditzy new hire that was so excited when she started this job, but was now the most underperforming and over stressed employee they had. you tried your best but it just wasn't always enough for a job as high paced as the one you had
When you got home, your mood had only worsened. you were practically burning up with unmet need and the underlying desire to relax, it was practically rolling off of you in waves. Levi got home around an hour after you did. when he did, it didn't take long before your ever present attitude bubbled over.
It took one single eye roll for you to meet your fate on that black leather sectional couch, that was it. Levi had been tolerating this for weeks now and he was done.
Levi grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, “look at me-“ he said, fitting himself between your knees and pressing into you with his body weight, you stubbornly tried to avoid eye contact by turning your head to the side which just got your jaw grabbed.
His hands smelled clean, like the vanilla soap on the kitchen counter of the apartment the two of you had been sharing for almost a year. he was so close, his body pressed against yours in a way that had your stress already melting under the pressure of him
He turned your head to make you look at him, giving you little choice in the matter “why have you been so fuckin moody lately?” he asked, as blunt and upfront as ever. “Nothin’” you said, your words slightly muffled from his grip on your face. you were still being stubborn and petty. he squinted his eyes at you and squeezed your face a little more firmly “so now you’re lyin’ to me too? what’s gotten into you?” He asked, his patience for this dwindling by the second
“oh my god you're being so annoying get off of me” You said to him, even though it was the last thing you wanted. of course, Levi didn't move a single inch. if anything he leaned in closer
“tell. me. whats. wrong. I'm not playing these shitty guessing games with you, brat. if i did something wrong, tell me. if you just need my attention, tell me.” He spoke in a sharp tone, leaving you no physical or verbal wiggling room.
The way your face turned red told him everything he needed to know about what you wanted, but he was sick of you rage baiting him into a reaction, instead of just asking. so he was gonna make you say it out-loud
“I'm waiting, brat. I'm a lot of fuckin things but I'm not a mind reader. use your words, jus’ like you've been using them to cuss me out all week” he said to you, pressing closer to your core, clothes separating the two of you “i.. want you. ugh fuck are you happy now?” you snapped at him, embarrassed and red in the face. as much shit as you talk to him, you were rather shy when it came to initiating and asking for things.
“ecstatic, now take these off so i can fix that shitty attitude of yours” He said, already going to untie the pajama shorts you had been wearing. they were cute, silky green, soft, a recent present from Levi, but right now they were in his way, so they had to go. you lifted your hips up, helping him despite the scowl on your face
“no underwear huh? you were begging for it for sure” He said, gazing at your bare thighs and pussy. there was no pause or hesitation before he buried his face deep between your legs, one palm on your thigh rubbing and squeezing the soft smooth flesh while holding you open. the other was rested on your stomach, keeping you in one spot as he ravaged you with his mouth.
You felt the tension in your body melting into the couch as he worked your poor neglected body into a state of relaxation and pleasure.
There was nothing in Levi’s life he half assed. not his job, not his work outs, not any of his routines, and especially not you. he ate you out with devotion people dreamed about a partner having, drinking away your stress and bad mood. emptying the irritating thoughts out of your head and leaving nothing but space for him to take up.
He pulled his mouth away from your clit for a brief moment, replacing it with the pad of his thumb. “This what you been acting up for, brat?” He asked you, his thumb working in a maddeningly consistent circular pattern across your needy bundle of nerves. you desperately shook your head yes, and he responded by stopping his thumb, putting pressure on your clit but not moving, eliciting a sharp whine of frustration from you
“Use your words, pretty girl”
He spoke firmly, looking up at you from his knelt position in-front of the couch. “f..fuck you” you replied stubbornly, he brought his hand down on your pussy, not too hard but enough to make you yelp “wrong answer. you must not want it bad enough” his words teased as he slowly rubbed the spot he had just slapped, watching you squirm. your body was humming with need and irritation, knowing this was his way of getting back at you when you had been acting difficult
“oh my god why are you like this!” you exclaimed with your head falling back against the couch pillow in frustration. “because, you don't get to run that damn mouth all week and then go quiet when i finally get my hands on you. you're gonna beg for it with the same energy you had when you were calling me a bitch earlier”
He said, you tried to say something back but the words died in your throat. he delivered a devastating lick to your center, before pulling away again
“ugh fine! yes this is what i needed god- please don't stop” you whined, feeling the heat rush to your face “so you are capable of listening, good girl” he said tauntingly before he dove back in, this time his fingers joining him as he worked two of them into you, making you gasp and grab at the couch underneath the two of you.
He never was the gentle touches type, not unless you asked for it like that. at his own pace, he didn't hold back. his touch was firm and straight to work when it came to making you feel good.
He kept going until he felt you pushing at his head, pushing him away from you. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while looking up at you, admiring how beautiful you looked when you were laid out recovering from him. He got up on the couch and leaned back beside you, untying the black sweat pants he had put on after his post work shower
They were were pushed down to the middle of his thighs along with his boxers, followed by him pulling you up into his lap with your thighs straddling his. “Take what you need, dramatic ass brat. always getting so worked up and never asking for help” He said from under you.
He could tell he was right, by the way you didn't even argue with him. You just positioned yourself over his dick and did exactly what he told you for once, and took what you needed. no dramatic quip about anything, no smart ass comment, just straight to riding him at the exact pace you needed.
you couldn't control the sounds escaping from your lips, and knew you guys were on your 4th noise complaint from sex of the year, so you leaned in and buried your gasps and whines in his neck, your lips attaching to his soft pale skin leaving hickey’s you knew he was gonna fuss at you about in the morning.
your hips didn't stop once, riding him like every thrust was chipping away at your worries and stress. He was in such state of pleasure he didn't even clock that you were adorning his throat with hickey’s until you were on your second one, he grabbed your hair and pulled you back
“tch- f..fuckin brat always marking me up knowing i gotta work tomorrow” He groaned, before he grabbed your hips and delivered a series of punishing upward thrusts into you
“hah- didn't mean too!! s..slow down!” You whined, grabbing at his abdomen trying to slow him down yourself. “nah, you meant to. and now you're in trouble,“ He said, before flipping you onto your back, that slightly irritated but mostly horny look in his eyes that said you were about to get put through the wringer. the only look in your eyes was one of want and need
he pushed your legs back into a borderline criminal mating press, both of your legs over his left shoulder while he leaned in from the right and gave you an even bigger hickey than the one you gave him. with his free hand, he lined himself up with your dripping wet slit and buried himself to the hilt in it
The second his lips touched your neck while he was bottoming out in you, you fell apart. it was a secret weapon of his. within seconds he felt your walls lock in around him, making his entire body light up. “Shit-“ he hissed under his breath, fucking you through it as your walls milked him. You were grasping at his arms and crying out as he kept the same pace, ruining you to tears on that couch.
“aww, you okay?” he teased, leaning in as he slowed down for you. “want me to stop?” he followed up, always putting your consent ahead of whatever mood he was in.
“n..noo..need moree” You whined, opening your eyes coming down from your recent orgasm. your entire body was relaxing under his hands
“my girl must have been suuuper worked up. you gettin’ what you needed brat?” He looked down at you, his thumb returning to your clit rubbing it slowly but firmly, all the while still stroking deep into you. “yesss please L..Levi need moree” you whined into the crook of his neck, your knees practically folded into your throat as he pressed his flushed and hard dick all the way into you. you were already feeling drunk off of him, your head growing more and more empty by the moment. no more embarrassment making you shy, you had no problem asking for it when he was actively fucking it out of you
then, he started speeding up. he wrapped one arm around your soft legs, which were still pressed together over his shoulder, and folded close to your chest as he ruined you harder and faster. his other hand, was lovingly resting on the side of your face, cradling your cheek and making you look down at the sight of him driving into you.
The sounds of him taking care of his woman were echoing through the clean and quiet apartment, sure to be mentioned in a noise complaint by noon tomorrow, but for now they were the only sounds either of you wanted to to hear. The all familiar sound of slapping, heavy breathing and whining that meant somebody in that building was getting fucked, and it wouldn’t take any investigation to know it was apartment 14.
“shhh brat, whole worlds gonna hear me ruining you” He said in her ear while making absolutely no attempt to stop your whining. He didn't give a shit if the neighbors heard, he spent all day listening to them. their dogs, their heavy ass foot steps, their arguments.
“c..cant- hmmf fuck l..levi im about to-“ you were cut off by your own orgasm, it knocking the wind out of you. He was getting close too, the second you started gripping him like that he was finished. when he came, he was buried deep inside you with his face buried in the crook of your sensitive neck, placing kisses all over it as you came down, your body worn out, exhausted, and buzzing with residual pleasure.
once he slowly pulled out of you, he instinctively reached for his discarded T-shirt and used it to clean you up. you were both so exhausted, you and him fell asleep right there on the couch. your last words were “mmf im so sleepy- ‘night” before you passed out
He grabbed a nearby blanket, threw it over you and pulled you close, your back against his chest. you always fell asleep first. especially when he had you worn out and in his arms. He placed a soft kiss to your temple, before he fell asleep right behind you.
in the morning, Levi woke up to a noise complaint and 2 hickey’s on his neck, but his girl was sleeping peacefully on her first day off all week so he didn't dare say a word about it.
god it’s been forever since I wrote compass!Sanemi. I’m rusty, but I think I’m remembering how to make him the perfect asshole
There’s Iguro, face half- covered by a mask that extends halfway up the bridge of his nose, the same shade of black as his limp hair. He glances up when Sanemi enters, nodding once in greeting.
Uzui looks like shit. Not that Sanemi’s any kind of looker himself, but Uzui is supposed to be. Part of the gig as a club promoter and john. Hard to sell the merchandise inside if the advertisement is butt-fuck ugly, and right now, Uzui is exactly that.
Gone are his usual trappings, the garish jewelry and extravagant eyeliner. Not a single gem adorns his face, leaving the skin around his eyes shockingly bare and worn. Without the distraction of his usual makeup, Uzui’s age is beginning to show.
Then again, Sanemi thinks as his eyes slide to the one standing at Uzui’s shoulder, Uzui probably doesn’t actually look all that bad. He’s just standing next to Rengoku.
Not many people from uptown are eager to join the Corps. Their ranks are filled and depleted with scores of Silo kids looking for something to fill their empty stomachs and pockets. Rengoku’s never known need, Sanemi’s certain. He’s all crisp, clean lines, his button-down starched to perfect and his slacks, creaseless. His fingernails are clean, and when he turns, Sanemi thinks the gun bolstered at his hip — because of course Rengoku has a holster — it’s lower is unscratched. Unblemished.
Probably hasn’t ever been in a gun fight; certainly hasn’t been used to smash the back of anyone’s skull, or sent skidding across any pavement.
That’s what happens when you come to the Corps with money. You get the cushy shit — tax fraud and insider trading and all the other neat, tidy labels Sanemi hears suits downtown throw around like it makes any them different from the thugs and thieves and scum that comes out of the Silo.
Like it makes them different from him.
The last figure hovers in the furthest corner of the office, almost indistinguishable among the clutter and dust. But he’s there, sucking all the air out of the room like always.
Sanemi’s lip curls at the sight of familiar, unkempt dark hair and pallid, stony face. Leave it to Tomioka to look utterly nonplussed by the reason for their gathering. Probably thinks this entire meeting is beneath him, just like always.
synopsis: in which lawyer higuruma is crushing on the cute receptionist at the firm who's too young for him.
contains: mdni, tension, ten-year age gap, law student!reader, drinking, adult conversations, fingering, face-sitting, explicit sex, the dorks babble on about violations while they fuck, 2.1k words
note: art by glowfu on instagram
The fluorescent hum of the firm usually felt like a cage, but lately, it felt like a sanctuary. Higuruma Hiromi, a man whose soul was etched with case law and billable hours, found his discipline crumbling every time he looked toward the reception desk.
He still recalls the day he first met you.
Breathless and clutching a red folder, you arrived at the interview in a rushed haze. Your lustrous hair was swept into a messy, high bun, several stray wisps framing a wide-eyed expression of panicked sincerity. Clad in a simple soft pink off-the-shoulder top and casual blue denim jeans, you looked more like the student you were than a legal candidate.
The man had told you that your resume was impressive but not to make the mistake of wearing casual outfits to work again. You'd given him a bashful smile and admitted that you were called in at the last minute for the interview hence your lack of preparation.
Once hired, however, the transformation was striking. Seated behind the sleek mahogany desk, you exuded a polished, academic charm. Your hair remained in a bun, but now neatly sculpted. Thin-rimmed glasses perched on your nose, highlighting an air of sharp focus. Swapping cotton for a professional black blouse and a structured plaid skirt, you finally looked the part of the law firm’s indispensable face at the front desk.
You were ten years his junior, a law student with bright eyes that hadn't yet been dulled by the judicial system. To the rest of the partners, you were the girl who handled the phones. To Hiromi, you were the only reason he stayed past 8:00 PM poring over textbooks and assignments he stopped using years ago.
"The logic in your torts brief is sound," he’d murmur in his corner office, the city lights shimmering behind him. “But your conclusion needs more teeth,” he'd gesture to the points he wanted you to flesh out with his glinting metallic pen while ignoring how you'd marvel over his long, thick fingers before snapping out of your thoughts and concentrating.
He’d spend hours guiding you through the complexities of the law, ignoring the mounting files on his own desk just to see you nod in realization. In return, you brought him life. Every morning, a coffee—black, two sugars—and on Fridays, a slice of rich chocolate cake. “Coffee and chocolate are the only acceptable pairings for a Friday,” he’d joke.
Once, a smudge of ganache lingered on his lip. Without thinking, you reached out, swiped it away with your thumb, and licked it clean. The air in the office had turned electric. Hiromi’s breath hitched, and for a moment, the professional veneer shattered into a thousand flustered pieces.
He looked out for you with a quiet, possessive intensity. He’d lightly scold interns who lingered too long at your desk, spinning your chair playfully as he walked past just to hear you laugh as he asked his usual, “Workin’ hard or hardly workin,’ kid?”
He’d even adjusted a twisted bra strap once, his fingers trembling against your skin, just as you’d often reach up to straighten his tie before a court appearance. Once, when a filing project left your hands covered in industrial adhesive, he’d led you to the kitchen sink, holding your hands under the warm water, scrubbing the stickiness away with a tenderness that felt like a confession. Your eyes had fluttered from how his dress shirt brushed your back, heat rolling off him and warming you down south.
Then came the Friday drinks.
The team was three rounds deep into highballs, and the conversation had spiraled from billable hours to the bedroom. The atmosphere was loose, blurring the lines of hierarchy. When the topic turned to “firsts” and fantasies, the group grew rowdy.
“A little choking never hurt anyone,” Shimizu, Higuruma's assistant said with a wave as she leaned back before straightening when she thought better of it and pointed to the interns. “Only if you do it properly.”
“I'm into a bit of bondage too, yeah,” your timid coworker with crooked glasses piped in, making you all turn to him in shock as he flushed a bright red. Huh, it's always the quiet ones. You nodded, impressed.
Sighing, one of the uptight, strict attorneys rubbed her brow bone when you all questioned her, an arm resting on the top of the booth. She looked way more relaxed than usual. “I have a breeding kink.”
Your mouth fell agape. “But you're a lesbian, how does that work?”
A slow, lazy grin claims her face that made your stomach tumble. “It's the idea of it. I know it can't happen but that won't stop me from trying to come inside my woman.”
Everyone grows flustered at that then continues going around the table and eventually, it's your turn. Higuruma slightly perks up, lending an ear to the conversation he found boring just before this.
“I’ve actually never... been eaten out,” you admitted, your face warming. A chorus of shocked gasps erupted. “But,” you added, emboldened by the margaritas, “I've always wanted to try sitting on someone's face.”
The table erupted in wolf whistles and teasing. You laughed, hiding your face, but Higuruma remained silent. He was staring intensely at the amber liquid in his glass, his knuckles white.
“What about you, Higuruma-san?” an associate prodded. “What’s the stoic overworked and underfucked genius into?”
Casting him a flat look, the dark-haired man with the hooked nose and tired eyes sighed. He set his glass down. He lifted his gaze, roaming over all the inquisitive, eager faces around the table then settling it directly on you. The noise of the bar seemed to vanish.
“I’ve always preferred it when a woman rides my nose,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. “Uses it to pleasure herself while smothering me.”
He took a slow sip of his drink, his dark eyes burning into yours over the rim of the glass, letting those words soak in for all of you.
While the coworkers cheered and laughed at what they thought was a rare bit of raunchy humor from the man, you felt the heat of his stare settle low in your gut. He wasn't joking. And for the first time, he wasn't keeping it under wraps.
Later, the walk to the parking garage was silent, the heavy night air thick with the unspoken confession from the bar.
As soon as the elevator doors shut with a metallic hiss, Higuruma's composure snapped. He didn't wait for his car door to open before his mouth was on yours, tasting like expensive gin and the chocolate cake from earlier.
Your surprised gasp was fucking adorable. “Mmph! Mr. Higuruma—”
“Hiromi,” he corrected you, breaking away just to tell you that before diving in again and groaning when you welcomed it.
The man practically lifted you into the backseat of his sleek sedan, the leather cool against your skin as he crowded over you. The professional, stern lawyer was gone, replaced by a man starving for the very thing he’d been lecturing you on for months when the interns would flirt with you.
“Hiromi, we shouldn't—the firm's policy on fraternization—” you sucked in a breath as his hand slid up your thigh, hooking into the lace of your underwear. Your blouse was pushed up to free your perky tits, bra unclasped.
“Article 4, Section 2,” he murmured against your neck, his breath hot. “Conflict of interest.”
He didn't stop. His fingers found you, slick and ready. There was no warning given as he shoved his middle finger inside your pooling hole. Back arching, you whimpered, hand catching on the cold steel of his watch that cost about the same as your tuition.
“You should take that off. I might ruin it,” you advised through pants.
“Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It's waterproof,” he assured you with the scrunch of his nose, slipping his dexterous finger back and forth, your cunt gurgling from the puddle of slick there. “Get it as wet as you want. Make a fucking mess.”
His filthy words had your pussy clamping down on his digit, swollen lips parted on a sharp gasp as his thumb rubbed your aching clit in firm, steady circles that had your stomach caving. He pumped it in and out of you with authoritative precision, adding the second one as his cock throbbed with another heavy pump of blood from the way your pussy fluttered and sucked him in.
The way your features furrow, brows creasing, lips parted on shallow, sharp pants and eyes glazed with desirous heat was better than the visions Higuruma conjured as he'd guiltily fuck his fist in the shower after sporting a hard-on all day from the scent of your perfume or you gracing him with a smile.
When he felt your insides swell as if you were about to come, he grew dizzy with arousal as your thighs twitch, rubbing together for more friction but he refused to let you come anywhere other than his mouth so he withdrew his fingers reluctantly, sucking them clean as you protested. He apologized with a kiss to your dewy temple.
“My apologies, sweetheart, but I'd prefer if you came in my mouth first so I could fulfill both of our fantasies, yeah?”
He didn't give you time to process the heat of his words before he was shifting, picking you up and laying himself down on the creaking leather seat. Hands on your hips, he pulled you onto him so that your syrupy cunt was hovering over his face.
True to his word, he didn't hesitate as he gripped your sides and settled your weight on his face. When his face pressed against you, the contact was electric. You gripped his silky hair, your thighs trembling as he showed you exactly what those 'college boys' had been missing.
“Stupid boys,” he muttered against your skin, his voice muffled and dark as he licked and slurped at you greedily, nose rubbing at your clit, the hook of it catching sometimes. “Noses buried in textbooks when they could have been right here. All those fools you study with, they have no idea what they're doing with a woman like you.”
You were mindless, your hips rocking against his face as he drank you in. The windows were already beginning to cloud over, a hazy white veil shielding you from the world outside. When you finally came, crying out his name, he didn't let you rest.
He moved over you, shedding his blazer and fumbling with his belt. You reached out, your stilettos digging into the pressed fabric of his undone trousers over his ass as you hiked your legs onto his shoulders. The friction of his dress shirt against your bare breasts was a delicious contrast.
"This is... a massive violation of the employee handbook," you wheezed, your heels pressing into his back as he pushed inside you, filling the ache he'd created with a deliriously thick cock.
“Gross misconduct,” he agreed, his pace frantic like he was worried you might get caught at any moment, the car rocking on its suspension with every heavy thrust. “Grounds for immediate termination.”
“And sexual harassment... if I didn't want it this badly,” you added, your voice breaking as he hit a spot that made your toes curl.
He surged into you harder, a deep, bruising thrust that forced a sob of relief from your throat. The car rocked on its axles, the rhythm of his thrusts steady and relentless.
Every time he hit the end of you, he muttered another 'violation'—an ethics breach, a workplace hazard, a total abandonment of his moral compass—and you finished every single one of them until the words turned into breathless, incoherent moans.
“I've wanted you since the first day you brought me that coffee,” he confessed through a slur, his forehead pressed against yours, sweat dripping from his brow. “Fuck, it’s been torture. Every time I adjusted your clothes, every time I drove you home, I was imagining this.”
“Me too,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders as the windows went completely opaque, pearlescent with fog. “I've wanted you since the first time you scolded me for my citations.”
“Yeah? You like getting scolded?” he grunted, nipping at your chin.
Sheepish despite the circumstances, you nodded. “A little bit.”
Higuruma let out a low, guttural laugh, his movements becoming desperate as he reached his limit, the snap of his hips growing sporadic. “Then let's make sure this violation is thorough.”
As the car swayed and the leather creaked under the weight of months of repressed longing, the law firm and the bar felt like another lifetime. In the fogged-up dark of the backseat, there were no rules left to break—only the two of you, finally honest.
Outside, the streets shone with the pink, green, blue and other hues of neon lights from the shops nearby, the beams streaking across the gravely roads while the music blasting from the nightclubs drowned out your debauchery.
toji cums in your entire panty drawer when he’s mad at you ⋆˙⟡ 18+
toji didn’t yell at you, didn’t say any manipulative bullshit—nada. when you pissed him off, he was strategic about his revenge. more so, when you’d piss him off purposely.
your teasing had undeniably started to affect him. each time you’d make him jealous or give him attitude, the seed of a growing grudge sprouted in his stomach like a weed. a weed he could only exterminate with his ludicrous idea of petty payback.
toji stared at your sleeping body cuddled up in his bed, even in your sleep you looked agitated. he left you wet and wanting since you gave him attitude again, leaving him to observe the way your thighs glistened with slick in a sticky aftermath. it was his turn to tease you, it was all you could do to pray for a wet dream!
but he wasn’t worried about your dreams, nor the fact you were just begging for a fuck. as much as he was tempted to just bury himself in your syrupy, neglected cunt, he held out by the sheer volume of pettiness he prided.
his eyes rolled to your dresser. specifically the bottom drawer, where your panties were neatly kept. he knew what he had to do. in fact, he’d done this several times before. you should’ve stayed awake to monitor him, but being horny and unsatisfied was simply too unbearable to handle conscious.
so, there he sat on the edge of the bed, staring at your sleeping face like it was pornography. the drawer was skated open, panties hanging over the edge of the wood in an unorganized jumble. he had a pair wrapped around his twitching cock, gliding the silk up and down, covering it with precum and whatever was left from the last pair.
he pumped his hand faster, biting back grunts he so desperately wanted to let out. he loved the way your panties ringed around his cock like they belonged. the knowledge that they’d been pressed against your pussy for hours a day made him stroke the fabric over his flushed tip in a way that could only be described as nasty. he was a nasty pervert, and he felt proud of that fact.
the only panties in your drawer were the ones he’d soiled, he went down the line, ruining every pair in his reach. each one was left drenched in cum, completely unwearable!
when you rolled over, and he could see up the antre of your nightgown, he lost it again. he stifled a groan the best he could, tilting his head back as another load splurted into the soft fabric, soaking it like the rest.
he’d probably gone through at least 12 pairs, how the hell he wasn’t completely milked dry was beyond even the dream world you were trapped in. even when toji finished gifting you a drawer full of cum-drenched panties, he felt like something was missing.
right. the ones you were wearing.
now, he had to be very strategic about this one. he crawled closer to you on his knees, his body practically shrouding you. his big hand found your limp arm, which he used to roll you onto to your back. he heard you groan and felt his heart drop to his ass.
two fingers hooked around the hem of your underwear with so much confidence it almost rattled you awake. toji was experienced in stealth, it was important that he was! you’d stay fast asleep while he added another pair to the soiled-panties-collection. surely.
“mmh..toji..?” you stirred, eyes fluttering open. “what’re you doing?”
oh, man.
he paused, fingers still hooked around your underwear as they sat halfway down your thighs, guilty and carrying a wet patch of their own. “..business.” he replied.
you blinked yourself awake, then realized what was going on. “if i sit up and see my panty drawer open, i’m gonna grab you by your balls and throw you out.”
toji pursed his lips easily, glancing towards the drawer, then back to you. quickly, he shuffled to cover your view. “go back to sleep. you did this to yourself, you fuckin’ brat.” he smiled, the scar on his lip straining and following the rest of his skin upward.
you sat up anyway, peering around his massive body. sure enough, your drawer was open like evidence. even from the bed you could see the wet, glistening pearls of cum he’d sooo graciously left.
you were livid!
“i’m gonna shove that worm so far up your ass it replaces your SPINE, toji! YOUR SPINE!” you threatened, poking his chest accusingly. “you’re a fucking dog!”
toji grabbed your wrist and laid you back down. he went back to pulling your panties down your thighs, and you couldn’t help but let him even though you were furious. “i can make you forget about this, sweetheart. you’re just jealous i didn’t cum all over you.”
“this is your problem, toji. you’re gonna scrub every pair by hand.”
“I bet you’d like that, huh?” Before Toji could even flash you that signature cocky ass smile—
Smack!
Your hand makes contact with his face, landing a firm smack on his left cheek. Toji just holds his hand over where yours once laid.
“You think that shit hurts?”
He was unaffected. Of course he was. The act on your part wasn’t necessarily done with the intent of dealing damage, more so a physical representation of your frustration.
“I don’t give a damn.” You cross your arms and thump your foot on the floor.
The sight was adorable to Toji. You might be physically intimidating to others, but never to him. So your attempts at looking scary would always fall flat, but he admired your effort. In fact, they even turned him on.
“You look like you give a damn. All angry in the face. S’cute.” He attempts to place a hand on top of your head, but you just smack it away.
“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” His eyebrow cocks up.
You turn to walk away from him and head back to your shared bedroom, in which you had no intent of sharing with him tonight.
He followed behind you to the bedroom like an obedient puppy. He was always so cute when you were angry at him. It’s like he knew how easy it was for you to fold when he was like this. You may be stubborn, but you were oh so weak when it came to Toji.
“The fuck are you following me for?” you retort back to the man.
“C’mon, mama, let me take care of you. M’sorry, okay?” The look in his eyes was genuine, but you can’t keep letting this shit slide with him. He just keeps fucking up and thinking being all sweet and nice will work. As if him giving you a massage with those oh so big and sexy hands of his before shoving those wonderful fingers deep into your pussy and curling them till you squirt all over them, then fucking that fat cock into you and—
We’re getting off track. The point is he acts if if doing all that makes things better. He keeps thinking kindness and sex is an apology for bad behavior. Bad behavior you know for a fact he will repeat a week from now.
But the sex was so good. Fuck. You start to wonder if you must be some kind of sexual degenerate, always turned on whenever you’re angry. That can’t be normal, can it? Whatever.
“No.” You stand your ground firmly.
“No?”
“No.”
…..
Both of your clothes are sprawled out on the floor as a plap plap plap! sound fills the room.
“Harder, bitch,” you moan, your face wincing in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you bark whine demands at him. He’s already bottoming out inside you, the tummy bulge from his cock head evident. You always thought that tummy bulge thing wasn’t real till you fucked Toji. Then again, you’d never met a man as big as him. The size of his cock had you salivating.
“Really? ’Cause I don’t think you can take it much longer, baby.”
Smack!
“Wanna do it again, babe? That shit’s so hot,” he groans at the feeling of your hand meeting his cheek once again.
“S-shut the fuck up,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. A composure that, unbeknownst to you, you lost the instant his tip met your quivering cunt.
“Aw, you already tuckered out? Want me to just make you cum so you can go to sleep?” he teases.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Atta girl!” He pumps his cock deeper inside you, his rhythm faltering before suddenly gaining speed.
“Ji—jjj—Toji! T-to—ahh, Toji!” you mewl as globs of tears form in your eyes.
“Gonna cum, aren’t ya?”
You just shut your eyes and vigorously nod your head before Toji grabs your face and orders you to keep them open and look at him.
Your legs begin to spasm, then the rest of your body follows. Your pussy clenches around his girth as you cum hard. That’s Toji’s sign to release. He’s always been the type to want you to cum before he does. He speeds up to the perfect pace to reach his orgasm as your nails claw into his back while you shove your face into his neck, trying to muffle your beautiful, overstimulated moans while he fucks his load into you.
He pulls out, causing you to clench around nothing, missing what was once there. Toji pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back in before laying next to you, resting his head on your breast.
You both take a moment to regain your breath. As you do, you twirl Toji’s black locks, now soaked in sweat, around your fingers.
“Toji,” you quietly say, still a bit breathy.
“Hm?” He looks away from the bud of your breast he was absentmindedly playing with to meet your eyes.
“This isn’t enough…”
“What? You want a round two?” He raises his eyebrows.
“What? No! Toji… I’m talking about your behavior. Sex isn’t an apology, you know. You need to actually do better. I’m tired of repeating the same arguments with you, ’Ji.”
He gives you a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry. I know.” He pauses. Toji was never one for arguments or hard conversations. He liked the easy way out of things. Normally, he’d just leave whenever problems arose in a relationship. But he liked you. He loved you. For once, he didn’t want to leave and just move on to the next. He wanted to be with you. But that didn’t miraculously make him better at dealing with serious conversations. So he avoided them with something he both knows and likes: sex. Not even for selfish reasons. He loved pleasing you. To watch your body tense up from pleasure and relax upon release. To see how good he could make you feel. To him, that was a solid apology.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better for you, sweetheart. I know I was wrong.” He reaches his hand out to cup your face before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Let’s get all cleaned up, okay? We can go to bed afterward. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” He pushes himself up and off the bed before placing his hands on both sides of your waist and pulling you up with ease.
“Sounds good, Toji. I love you.” You give him a slow blink, the exhaustion from both the day and the events that took place leaving you, in fact, tuckered out as Toji teased.
He pushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear just before kissing your forehead.
“Yeah, okay. I love you too.”
a/n: I wrote this while I was angry and horny. Idek what I wanted the reader to be mad at Toji for💀
Giyu would genuinely be so inexperienced and awkward during his first time having sex it’s so cute.
“ᴛᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ-ꜱᴀɴ”
Giyuu Tomioka x Reader
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Plot: Giyuu Tomioka’s first time!
(It’s implied that you’re his Tsuguko but that’s not really important. Just a bit of extra spice I added.)
Setting: KNY universe
A/n: I apologize if this is poorly written. It started as a Drabble. Whoops!
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Cw: Fem reader, smut, NSFW, first time (Giyuu), overstimulation, begging, PE, cum on body, cream-pie, awkwardness, dirty talk.
You knew coming to his estate would end this way.
You just needed to grab your hairpin that you lost earlier today. Kocho said he picked it up.
But—
Between the missions, training, stolen glances, soft touches, and late night conversations…you could feel this building.
It was only a matter of time before the tension snapped.
And you both collapsed into each other.
Giyuu hovers over you, his muscular and toned frame trembling with nervousness as he finally positions himself between your legs. His deep blue eyes are wide with uncertainty and fear? His cheeks are flushed a deep red that spreads down his neck.
"I—I've never... I’m sorry," he admits, voice shaky and barely above a whisper.
You reach up to cup his face. "It's okay. Just relax. I can try to guide you."
He nods, and you reach down to position his cock at your entrance.
He is painfully hard.
He’s terrified he’ll cum from just this.
He swallows hard as he slowly pushes into you. He buries himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.
He stiffens completely. His eyes widen in shock and a choked gasp escapes his lips.
"Oh— fuck," he groans, hips jerking uncontrollably. "I'm... I don’t..."
He pulls out abruptly, cum spurting onto your stomach in thick ropes. His face burns with shame as he watches the mess he's made.
"I'm sorry," he whispers, looking away from you. "I should have— I couldn't control it."
You sit up slowly.
“It's okay, Giyuu. Maybe I can help? Can we try again?” You ask, scanning his face for any sign of relief.
He still looks ashamed.
But he lowers his head and nods.
You gently push him onto his back and straddle his hips. His eyes go wide as you position his still-hard cock at your entrance.
"Fuck…I’m sensitive," he breathes out, his calloused hands gripping your thighs.
"I’ll be gentle," you whisper, leaning down to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Just relax. We should enjoy this. Let me take care of you… for once?”
You sink down slowly, taking him inside you again. His back arches, a strangled moan tears from his throat as his head falls back.
"It’s— ah— too much," he whimpers.
Tomioka- San whimpering?
The Water Hashira breaking?
You still your movements, letting him adjust to the sensation. "Breathe with me, Giyuu. You’re the Water Hashira, you can do this. You already feel so good.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to follow your lead, his hands tremble where they grip your thighs.
“I just want to make you feel good.” He manages.
You smile and begin to move slowly, rolling your hips in a gentle rhythm.
"Does that feel good?" you ask, voice soft.
He nods, as his body slowly relaxes beneath you. His hands release their death grip on your thighs and move to rest on your hips.
"Good," you murmur, leaning down to press kisses along his jawline. "You are making me feel so good.”
You pick up the pace just a little at first. He lets out quiet moans each time your hips meet his. Then you start to move faster, his cock brushes against your sweet spot with each movement.
His breath comes in ragged pants now, interspersed with soft whimpers that grow louder with each quick movement of your hips. His nails dig into your skin, and the sharp feeling only turns you on more.
The noise of his skin meeting yours and your soaked cunt is only making it harder for him not to cum. His own dirty fantasy is playing out in front of him and he can’t handle it. His eyes squeeze shut and then he forces them open like he can’t bear to miss a single moment, even if it’s ruining him.
"Please," he gasps, eyes rolling back slightly. "I don't know how much more I can take.”
You slow your movements, leaning down to whisper against his ear. "I’m so close, Giyuu. You’re so big. Stretching me out so good. Fucking me so good."
He’s determined to make up for his mistake earlier.
Even if you didn’t mind.
Even if you don’t care.
He does.
His hips begin to move tentatively beneath you, matching your rhythm. A continuous stream of quiet sounds falls from his lips now. His face is scrunched in the cutest way from pleasure.
You’ve never seen Giyuu Tomioka like this. It’s so much better than you could have ever imagined.
"Are you gonna make me cum all over your cock?" you ask, kissing the tears that have gathered at the corners of his eyes.
He nods frantically, unable to form words. His body trembles beneath you, muscles straining as he fights against his impending orgasm.
"Stop talking like that," he begs, voice breaking. "Or— I—I’m gonna cum in you."
Your walls flutter around him at that. A heat begins to build in your body, a coiling tension deep inside you that grows more intense with each movement.
“Fuck, don’t do that.” He says, between broken moans.
"I can’t help it," you say softly, reaching down to stroke his cheek. "Just a little longer. Can you do that for me? Make me feel really good. Please Tomioka-San.”
His eyes flutter open at his title leaving your lips. His pupils are blown wide with pleasure and desperation.
"Yes," he whispers, voice trembling.
You increase your pace slightly, as his control begins to slip. His hips thrust up erratically, completely beyond his control now.
"I can't," he moans, more tears streaming from his eyes. "Please, I can't hold it. You feel too—.”
Your own control is slipping too now, your movements becoming more desperate as you chase your own release.
“Almost there," you pant against his ear. “So close.”
You lean down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as you continue to ride him. The kiss seems to push him closer to the edge, his desperate whimpers muffled against your mouth. Your own moans mix with his as the pleasure becomes overwhelming for you both.
"I’m gonna cum," you whine against his lips. "Cum with me, Giyuu. Please."
His back arches violently, and an uncharacteristically loud cry tears from his throat as he empties inside you. The sensation of him pulsing inside you triggers your own orgasm. Your own back arches as waves of bliss and pleasure wash over you as you cry out his name. Your whole body tenses with the force of it, your hips jerking uncontrollably as you clench around him.
Your body is still shaking when the last wave passes.
"please." you plead, hips circling gently, left eye twitching as his cock hits so deep that it makes you see and feel stars. it hurts so good — your body not used to sitting its full weight over nanami's length. he's pressing against your cervix, making it nearly impossible to gain the strength to actually ride him like you know you can.
still, that's not why you're begging. you don't care if he shows you mercy, but you just know that you need more. "hit me. slap me, please."
"what?" his voice is shot — deep and heavy in his throat as he licks over his lips in passing. his red-bloomed chest rises and falls with a vengeance, pink nipples shaded a deeper hue of red as your manicured claws dig and grasp at his hard pecs.
"mmm— i need it."
"no, you don't, and you sound crazy."
"noooooo," you let your head hang heavy between your shoulders, hair everywhere, and falling into your blurry gaze. his thick, strong hands are tight on your hips, digging bruising wells into the gathered flesh. it's as far as he'll go — the most pressure he's willing to give you. "just once. on the cheek."
"i would never," he bites like it's his final prayer, aiding you with a buck of his hips. his fingers dip deeper as they bear your weight, giving him just enough space to make you really feel it.
"please! b-but i'm begging,"
"absolutely not."
"it's the only way i can c—
"no, it's not. i'm not a fool,"
you finally break, tears slipping down your cheeks as he fucks into you with shallow thrusts. the room is hazed over in lust and sweat, but you're so close to your peak, yet so far. he can go on and on like this — never losing stamina, waiting until you come undone before he even has the nerve to think about his own release.
only, something is different this time. your touch is strong and sure of itself, eyes screwed shut as you try to hold back. you can't for much longer, and he can see as much.
with one final, broken plea, you turn fists in his skin, bearing your teeth as you seethe down at him. "fucking hit me."
"is this what you want?" finally, he's giving in — his eyes crazed and bloodshot as his thrusts grow mean, almost like he's punishing you with his animalistic need. the sound of skin slapping skin is deadly and heated, bouncing off the walls and the ceiling before making its way back to you. every breath is measured and shaking, every gaze on fire as your wet cunt closes in on him, shuddering dangerously, squeezing around him like you never want him to leave.
"giveittome," it's all one word — jumbled and messy, sticking to your lips like dripping honey. it's a stare-off, one that you two would never speak of again, yet dream of every single night. "what? are you not man enough?"
he doesn't speak — not that it would give you a further clue to his state of mind. nanami never lets himself get too worked up when you poke his nerve, but something about this sensation... you're squeezing down on his cock, naked skin a sea of wonder as your breasts rise and fall in heated breaths.
he reaches up from his hold on your waist, veiny hand snaking around your neck where he presses just slightly. "I think you know the answer to that," he bites, heart racing as he slaps an open palm across your cheek, sending your head to the side against the surprisingly heavy force.
the pain is searing and its immediate, making your cunt flutter something mean against him — clamping down so hard that he can't move without drawing a painful breath.
"yeah? mhm, like that?" he grunts, shoving two fingers in your cheek to yank your head back to where he can see your dripping, wrecked gaze. with a pop, they withdraw, and dripping with your own spit, he slaps you again, across the same tingling cheek, biting his lip when your back arches and vision whites out.
he watches you cum like that, harder than you ever have before, and wonders.... why didn't he do this sooner?
