Day 12! Sometimes when you’re at work you just need to take out your frustrations. Y/n is more than happy to help.
CW: established relationship, fuck buddies, older!Ichigo, SMUT, squirting, pussy so good got ‘im seeing sounds, closet sex, fuckbuddies
The long day of working with the translations team at the Jihaku Corporation had been tough. It was hard enough that the majority of the people who did know how to switch from English to Japanese were away on a retreat leaving behind Ichigo Kurosaki and his colleague Y/n L/n to pick up the work that their away team had left behind. What they didn’t know however was how tall the piles had been when they were assigned to them.
Now here they were, on day 3 of 5, working late at the office typing on their respective computers, translating forms from Japanese to English. Y/n was already fluent in English being born in the states and learning Japanese since she was 11, this would be no problem however, she worried for her coworker Ichigo.
He was almost two years fresh out of college when he began working at Jihaku, can translate German, Korean, French and Russian but English…that was the one language he had trouble with. Their job description states that they are required to know English to make conversation with any foreign clients but, other than that it doesn’t say that you have to be fluent. He claimed that his courses for English did not have anything long term and was only able to learn how to have a professional conversation with anyone who could speak English.
There were times when the transcripts of foreign languages were able to be translated easily and made the day smooth sailing.
And then, there were times where it was impossible to read that people would use the wellness rooms installed on their floor to curse, yell, or even scream then calm down afterwards.
It was normal throughout the day to occasionally hear a curse or crying from the wellness room, but very rare when people would scream.
It was a great installation from the company. Although they didn’t specify how one could use the wellness rooms either.
The papers shifted and crumbled due to the soft rocking of the table in the room, brown hands gripping the edge of it and breasts pressed down onto the surface.
Soft moans and skin slapping filter the room as Y/n pushes her hips back onto Ichigo’s thrusting hips.
The strawberry blonde man tightened his grip on her hips and bites his lip to keep his own moans to a minimum.
It all happened too fast. He had grown frustrated with the Russian transcript he was deciphering and got up from his desk, told Y/n he was going to cool off, and ended up in the wellness room they were in.
He cursed, slammed his hands on the table, and yelled. At the time, that wasn’t enough to calm him down and he placed his hands over his face.
Then there’s a knock on the door, he opens it, Y/n’s standing there, she asks if everything was okay, he pulls her in and kisses her and now he has her bent over the table currently fucking her.
As his thrusts pistoned inside of her, he was voicing his complaints about his frustrations, with how he was thrusting it seemed he needed to get this out of his system for a while.
“Fucking paperwork, making no sense-uh! They’re not even trying to make it look like a real transcript. Fuck!” He moans pushing one hand down her neck and holding her waist with one to pull her back onto his crotch.
“Tell me more, Ichi-let out all your frustration on me.” Y/n moans arching her back higher to raise her ass.
“I swear that company is just trying to make us look bad! Fucking hate them!” He thrusts faster for a couple of seconds then returns to his original tempo.
“Fuck! Harder Ichi! Fuck me harder!” Y/n moaned into the table.
He slaps her ass, and that makes her tighten against him for a second. He slaps it a couple more times to feel that tightness and groans in delight.
“Yeah, that’s right. Keep squeezing me with your pretty pussy.” He says.
“Ichigo! Yes!” She suddenly moaned out loud and Ichigo shushed her.
“Shh! You have to be quiet or else we’ll be caught!” He warns, Y/n doesn’t care who knows.
They were already fuckbuddies, but following his advice, she bit her lip.
Ichigo watched her ass bounce back on him so wonderfully, her black skirt she wore was short and pulled around her hips in a way that made her ass look like a flower and her shirt was unbuttoned to show off her pretty titties.
Removing his hand from the back of her neck, his hands return to her hips and begin moving faster, her ass clapping against him much louder than before and her moans struggling to keep quiet. Ichigo could feel his cum building up and groaned at how tight she was becoming.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum soon-”
“I could have sworn I saw Y/n at her desk. Did she go to the bathroom?”
All things ceased entirely, neither made a sound as the clicking of heels walked down the hallway.
“She must have gone to the cafe downstairs. I think she normally goes to get a coffee around this time.” A man’s voice responds as the woman he was with ‘ohh’.
“That’s right, tonight’s Wednesday she will be working late.” The woman concludes.
The sound of their loud shoes disappeared down the hallway and to keep it safe, the hidden two waited two more minutes for anyone else who could be walking by.
Y/n grinds her hips against his pressed ones and Ichigo gives her a warning thrust. He smacks her right ass cheek.
“Be still!” He hissed but Y/n didn't listen and continued; Ichigo struggled to listen for any more walkers and had no choice but to begin thrusting against her.
If anyone heard them now, he wouldn’t care, her pussy was making him see sounds and hear colors.
“Damn it, Y/n!” He moaned, placing his hand on a nearby filing cabinet to get a purchase on it and let her thrust against him.
Y/n grits her teeth when she starts to feel her pleasure build up and twerks her ass to get that wonderful grinding feeling kiss the spongy spot inside of her. She also began to feel something strange occurring inside of her as well.
She felt like she had to pee.
Having no choice but to hold on to her, he feels her squeeze his dick in a way that had him going cross eyed and pressed deep inside of her, cumming hard against her. His groan was long and strangled.
At the feel of his cum, Y/n moaned wantonly and came as well, her body shaking violently and then her back seizing up suddenly and her eyes going wide.
“Ichigo, I feel like I have to pee, I-” her pussy squirted on his dick and Y/n felt body slump onto the table, jerking from time to time to finish her squirting.
Ichigo couldn’t move an inch, her pussy had become imaginably tighter and he had no choice but to come inside of her once again, a few languid thrusts pushed into her to remain in her warmth.
After a while, he removed himself from behind her and slumped against a nearby wall, panting.
“Fuck.” He runs a hand through his sweaty hair and then at the shaking woman spread out on the table.
With shaky legs, he returns to standing behind her and lets one finger rub up her dripping pussy then flicks her clit, Y/n jumped in surprise.
“Thanks for listening.” He says and Y/n gives him a smirk.
Day 11! Choose any variation you want, it all fits the same. Y/n loved money, but how much would it be worth for the Batman? Another long one, you’re welcome.
CW: money, money, money, MONEY🎶 spoiled brat? Y/n, strip club, stripping, Catwoman/Batman, no established relationship, just sex, doing tricks on the dick, pussy eating, blowjob, SMUT, Alfred ever so loyal
Jewels, purses, heels, clothes, anything shiny, Y/n wanted it.
Ever since she had turned 12 she was making money moves. Multiple jobs at one time, after school activities were a no go from how busy she was, and it’s not like she wanted to do anything related to working out and sweating anyway. Maybe in another life.
Y/n wanted to make money, she loved it.
She wasn’t snobby or rude in any way, just very money motivated when it came to making her do something. Needed a babysitter for the weekend? Her hourly rate was 12 an hour. Need a ride somewhere? Give her $20 for gas. Want her to pay for your food? Better make sure that you give her money back in a timely manner or else she would ask you every time like some kind of loan shark. To make unwanted people who want to talk to her she always quotes her script:
“Of all the money in your wallet, you have that much time to talk to me. If you don’t have money, then go get some, come back, and try again.”
It was that serious. Living in Gotham City was not for the weak nor the poor. She grew up in a foster home ever since she was 5 and seeing the people around her live so miserably made Y/n want to make it on her own in this run down city. To make something of herself.
As soon as she started middle school she was doing favors for teachers for a nickel, in high school she sold snacks and drinks to those who couldn’t afford lunch, and in college, she got her esthetician license and nail tech license to take care of both men and women on her campus for $250 plus depending on the services. A true hustler throughout her life, but to Y/n…that wasn’t enough. She wanted to shoot for something higher, something greater than what she had already reached hustling the streets of Gotham city.
To be richer than Bruce Wayne. The man practically owned the city, his ancestors were in everything and Y/n wanted a legacy just as powerful as that. Did that sound spoiled? Who was to judge? She had the skill, the talent, the finesse, she deserved this.
She didn’t dislike Bruce Wayne, no, that wasn’t why she was doing this. She was doing this because she can and isn’t afraid to step up to anyone who tries to stop her. Building up her brand and helping those in need, pushing for better housing, living, and extending better childcare laws, even refusing interviews and keeping her life secret from news outlets to the best of her ability. They were persistent as hell, especially that Vicki Vale chick.
At some point, Y/n actually did something that would somehow become a big scandal in all of Gotham City.
She bought a strip club. How doing this was such a problem wouldn’t make any sense to her, it was nobody's business as to what she did with her money. She was grown and didn’t need anybody from Gotham to judge her.
Blooming Bud is what she named it, lined with pink neon lights, a one story building and a moving neon sign that made a flower bloom to reveal the inside as a vulva. Raunchy but, it brought in the clientele, and soon enough it was the hottest club in all of Gotham City. Those who had money would come into her club, politicians, mafia, gangs, bachelor and bachelorette parties, anybody who can pay the $30 entrance fee, Y/n didn’t care who came in here. That included villains as well.
Some nights she would spot Two-Face and Penguin in her VIP section partying with her best dancers and drinking all her expensive booze, they paid their $800 party fee so whatever they did without causing any trouble didn’t bother her whatsoever.
There was one time the Joker had come in for a private room with Harley Quinn and once they were done, they left without causing any trouble, even leaving a big tip for the circus themed room that she had made for Halloween. During that same night, Catwoman made an appearance getting a Horchata, paying and then robbing the jewelry store just around the corner.
Her net worth was steadily growing with how much money was pouring into her club, her wish of becoming richer than the man who is known around Gotham City would soon become a distant memory.
Y/n walked around her club, being a gracious host and making sure everyone was being properly taken care of and checking on her employees. It was costume night, a promotion that she put on her website for patrons and new potential clients to come and enjoy an hour of a private room with the dancer of your choice for $200, buy five bottles for $50, and enter the costume contest to win $1000. It was always a hit whenever she shared this promotion and the club was always full.
Dressed in a similar leather outfit that Catwoman would wear, Y/n walked in high heeled boots around the main room of the club, greeting regulars and introducing herself to new faces, and removing any bottles that she would walk by from the floor. Her wandering eyes see her little grey and white business card being put in people’s purses and pockets, a great way to push her club out for people to come back.
‘Perfect. If this keeps up, I will have more new clients.’ she thought with a greedy smile.
The loud music, dancing, and costumes made the hype of the party almost euphoric; there were so many people tonight utilizing the perks of tonight to the max. She was told that there were multiple parties here tonight and they were buying more bottles than what was offered. It didn’t bother her, that was more money in her pockets.
She leaned over the rose stem railing looking over the people throwing money at strippers, on the pole, in the booths, and tipping the bottle girls, so much money was piling up and she couldn’t wait to count it all. A tap is felt on her right shoulder and Y/n turns to see the head of her security team, Joshua, a big burly black man that actually used to work for Penguin but left because he wanted to make a decent, legal living.
“Sorry to disturb you Miss L/n, but there’s someone in Plot 6 that is asking for you, personally.” he informed, he looked nervous and that was unlike him. Y/n frowned in suspicion.
“Me? Did they say who they were?” she asks, putting a hand on her hip.
“No ma’am, just that it was urgent.”
“Urgent? Did you tell them what it costs to ask for me personally?” she watched as he nodded and Y/n hummed.
“Show me to the Garden please.” she says and Joshua holds out his arm for her to take and escorts her to the back of the building where the private rooms were located, known as the Garden and each room is called a plot. Each door was pictured with a flower, each one representing how expensive it was based on the actual flower and of course each one is occupied.
Once they arrived at the door label with a 6, and a picture of a saffron, Joshua grabbed the bronze knob and opened it for Y/n to walk in first then he followed behind. Like any other private room, there was a pole elevated on a platform with a soft light bathing it, a couch and table just a few feet away from it. Y/n’s eyes find the dark figure sitting on the couch, she almost didn’t see it because of how well they blended in with the darkest spot in the room.
Y/n sees the pointed ears and scowl, then sighs in annoyance. Here we go.
“You can leave Joshua, I will handle this.” Y/n orders and her guard looks back and forth at the shadowed figure and to his employer.
“You sure ma’am?” he questioned.
“Yes. Thank you for escorting me, be sure to keep an eye out on the main floor and mini bar, would you? I can’t have fools passing out on me on costume night.” She offers him a smile and Joshua promptly leaves the room with a nod, closing it behind him.
Y/n turns the lock, hearing the sound of the latch clicking in place and then makes her way to the couch where the still silent figure watches her.
“So,” she begins while setting her left leg crossed over her right and folds her hands over her right knee. Her body turned to face them, a smirk finding its way across her lips.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of Batman appearing in my club? And to ask for me personally? I’m flattered.” she teased.
Batman finally moved his body to bathe in the light pointed on the couch’s middle, all muscle and brood is what he was known for, it was very, very rare when he would come to her club.
“Enough with the small talk Y/n, it's no secret that Catwoman frequents this club to work for you.” he states and Y/n gasps in mock disbelief.
“Work for me? Oh no, no, no, no, Batman.” she wags a finger, then places a hand over her chest, leaning in close.
“She doesn’t work for me, although she would bring me a lot of money if she became one of my dancers. I just use her services and pay her in full.” she corrected.
“What services?” Batman demands and Y/n scoffs.
“I’m not telling you, Batman. She’s a great partner and it’s purely confidential.” she says.
“Fine. Then you would know where she would be, I am looking for her for some questioning about the recent robbery of Two-Face-”
“Robbing from a criminal, how original.” Y/n interjects and Batman furrows his brow.
“The briefcase of money that she took has a sd card inside of it, and since those briefcases were tracked to your club, then that means you have it here somewhere.” Batman concluded and Y/n shrugs indifferently.
“So? That money isn’t Two-Face’s to begin with.” She fixes the hairs on her pixie cut and rubs her kneecap.
“Catwoman was just doing me a favor by giving me the money that Two-Face owes me. I just haven’t counted it yet. Whatever else he had in those briefcases has nothing to do with me.” she gets up from her seat and shasays over to where the platform was, leaning against it with an unimpressed look sent his way.
“You need to tell me where those briefcases are or else Gotham suffers another gang war. So tell me,” he stands up from his seat with balled fists at his sides.
“Where is Catwoman?” he demands and Y/n smirks.
“You can ask her, yourself Batman, isn’t that right, Catwoman?” As if on cue, the door behind the platform opens and out walks the woman of the hour, Selina Kyle aka Catwoman.
She struts over to the Dark Knight with a twist in her hips and stops before the table in front of the couch, a hand on her hip and a seductive smile on her lips.
“Hello Batman, a pleasure to see you as always.” she says.
“Where are the briefcases Selina?” Batman questions and she shrugs.
“I dunno, my good friend here gave me a job and I delivered it without making a ruckus with Harvey. Briefcases were tossed and the money was cashed in.” she says and Y/n nods in approval.
“Don’t lie to me, if you went through the money, you would make sure that every bill is accounted for, and by doing so you would have found a SD card hidden in one of the stacks.” Batman watches her roll her eyes.
“Hmm, you know…wait a minute, I think I remember-oh wait.” she digs her fingers into her cleavage and pulls out the mentioned sd card, holding it up in between her fingers. Her mouth gaped at Batman.
“I don’t believe it! There was an sd card, huh. How about that?” Selina teases and Batman reaches out his hand towards her.
“Give it to me.”
“Oop,” the little device falls back into her bosom and she puts up her hands to shrug.
“Looks like it’s missing again. Shame.” she says and walks over to Y/n to stand next to her with her arms crossed.
“I don’t have time for this Selina. Give me the card.”
“Make time handsome.” Selina retorts then walks up the steps leading to the pole and grabs the cool metal, twisting her body around it expertly and bending her body back while holding the pole to look at him upside down.
“Because, unless you have magic to make it appear in your hand. You better come and get it.”
Y/n struts up the steps as well and grabs onto the pole as well, a sultry look sent Batman’s way as well.
“And since you had requested me, I expect to be paid for my services, Batman.” Y/n reminded Batman, he grits his teeth.
“What do you want?” he finally concedes and the women couldn’t help but smirk in victory. Y/n hops above Selina’s body and starts to spin before stopping by using her arms to hold onto the pole and pose.
“You requested a private show and I will deliver.” Y/n says, sliding down the metal.
“And I just want to watch you squirm. So make yourself comfortable, handsome, you’re in for a treat.” She winked at him.
Having no other choice in the matter, Batman sits down on the couch placing his hands on his knees.
With a satisfied nod, Y/n snapped her fingers and sensual music began to play from the speakers by the ceiling. Selina spins around her body with Y/n in sync and then both women take a side of the pole twerking against it, their eyes not once leaving Batman’s.
Both women come close, kissing the pole then each other, frenching a bit. Y/n places a quick kiss on Selina’s cleavage and Selina licks Y/n’s left ear, a soft moan leaving her lips.
Y/n gets down onto the ground and starts crawling back and forth on the platform, her back arched and cleavage glowing.
Her lips mouthed along with the lyrics and then licked her lips, and blew a kiss.
Batman could feel his stoicism start to crack and thanked himself for turning off his cowl camera that would replay his missions when he was out as Batman. Batman knew of Y/n since she became a self made millionaire, at an event he held as Bruce Wayne in order to celebrate the new year. He was introduced to Y/n when he approached her to congratulate her and she in turn said:
“Give me $1000 and then we can talk.” She held out her hand and believe it or not, Bruce handed her ten Benjamins, exact change and once she finished counting it Y/n kept her word. She talked with him the whole night. A feat no other rich man in the room would dare to do.
He had both a business and a personal relationship with the famed club owner and at times would fall into her seductive trap. He never knew how he always fell for such dangerous women.
And right now he was getting a show from two dangerous women.
His hands clenched, he was losing his cool and he couldn’t do anything about it. Y/n moves into a split and then starts twerking on beat.
Selina however spins around the pole again and plays with the zipper on the front of her leather suit, then brings it down to show her naval.
Y/n crawls to Catwoman’s front and presses a kiss to her bellybutton, licking a long stripe up to between her breasts and Selina pulls her into her arms.
They kiss again and Selina pulls down Y/n’s zipper as well, their bare skin touching and their hands groping any bare skin they could touch. Selina kisses her cheek and then her bare collarbone.
Y/n’s eyes glance at Batman as she pulls Selina into another kiss, letting her left hand reach into her suit to fondle her breast, a quiet moan leaving the cat burglar’s lips.
Batman could feel his pants start to tighten and spread his thighs to alleviate some of the tension he was experiencing in between his legs.
Y/n and Selina parted from their kiss, as they moved back, a thin string of saliva followed between them.
“Selina.” Y/n called, her voice in a sultry tone to the panting woman before her.
“It seems Batman requires our attention. Shall we attend to him?” She asks and Selina gives her a seductive smile. They parted from their embrace and walked down the steps, strutting around each side of the table making themselves comfortable on his sides.
Y/n places a hand on his shoulder then rubs it down his chest, just barely touching the top of his crotch and then taking a quick bite of his cheek.
Selina however, kisses the Dark Knight, earning a groan from him and the last semblance of his rationality is broken from the man and kisses Selina back. She smiled in delight at his defeat and placed her hand behind his head to pull him closer.
Her hands find the front of his pants, and slips her long claws into them, finding his hot dick. She pumps it once then rubs her hand up his stomach to feel the abs under his suit.
Y/n plays the same teasing game as Selina, stealing a kiss from Batman and giving him a quick pump then pulling away. For a while they continue to tease him, with a kiss here, a bite there, a lick somewhere but always taking controlled turns on pumping his dick and then running away.
Batman couldn’t focus, they were torturing him and with every chance he could his hands would try to reach out to touch one of them but they were quick to move out of his reach.
He had enough. He could take this game of cat and mouse anymore. He needed to touch someone.
Y/n was closest to him and immediately grabs her arms, holding her and then slipping his hands down her leather suit following with it to reveal her breasts fully. They sagged prettily above her naval and Batman brings his mouth close to engulf one into his mouth, biting the brown nipple and licking it.
Y/n moans and reaches a hand up to rest on his cowl, then bites her lip. Selina uses this opportunity to pull his pants down a tad so his dick would spring up to her excited face. Her face rubs against the hot skin of his dick and then a long lick is issued. He jumps slightly from the contact but relaxes when Y/n pulls his head away from her chest to give him a deep kiss.
Selina goes to work sucking him off with a vigorous tempo, alternating from kissing to full on sucking. Y/n pushes his head back and bends over her front to let her breasts cushion Batman’s dick and Selina’s chin. Y/n cups her breasts and starts moving in sync with Selina’s deepthroating.
Every time Selina would come up to lick the tip, she placed a kiss on Y/n’s lips and Y/n in return would grope Selina’s now bare breasts.
Batman felt like he was in heaven, he couldn’t believe that they were pleasuring him so well, one with their breasts and the other sucking him off. His hand finds Selina’s head as the other pinches and twists Y/n’s nipples.
This was a perfect opportunity for him to get the sd card back but, why couldn’t he focus? His hips jumped when Selina hollowed out her cheeks to engulf him deeper.
“Damn it.” He curses and then a gasp leaves his lips when he feels the cool air in the room hit his dick. For a second there was a comforting warmth from her mouth then cold air, the sound of a zipper and then warmth again when he felt tight walls consume his dick.
Batman’s eyes find Y/n atop of him naked and start to bounce, her breasts jumping in tune with every thrust. Her tongue hangs from her lips as she grinds and jumps on his dick.
His head falls back onto the wall behind his head from the immense pleasure and his hands find her hips, helping her move. Selina, now fully bare as well, makes a half flip over Batman’s lap and presses her bare pussy to his face.
Batman groans and pushes his nose into her pussy, rubbing it for a second then pressing his tongue inside of her to eat her out. Selina lets her feet sit on the couch behind his head and moved her face down to where Batman and Y/n was connected, licking both her pussy and his dick whenever Y/n went up.
The three moan as they let pleasure take over them, Y/n gripped Batman’s hands as she continued to bounce but her concentration was starting to wane when the build up of pleasure started to form in between her thighs.
Selina too, was close when she pushed her hips forward and backwards on Batman’s face then cupped her feet around his head to bury him in her pussy. She comes with a quiet mewl and bites her lip, her hips shaking from the pleasure. Y/n followed behind her, her back arching when she tightened her pussy around his dick.
Batman sucked and licked the cum dripping down his lips and helped Selina down onto the couch then removing Y/n from his dick and placing her to his side.
Selina ever so quick however, hopped on Batman’s dick holding onto his shoulders and beginning to bounce on top of him.
“I’m next handsome. You didn’t forget me did you?” She asks with a smirk.
“Can’t you tell? I have you all over my face. How could I possibly forget?” He responds, holding her hips grind and bounce on top of him.
It wouldn’t be long when Selina would come again and Batman groaned, he hadn’t come yet he had to hold out. She slips off his dick and knelt on the floor with Y/n coming up beside her to look over the dick they just shared.
With soft licks and bites, they take turns sucking Batman off again and based on his groans becoming more ragged, it was a clear sign that he was close.
“I’m going to-” a loud groan leaves his lips and spurts of white shoot from his dick onto the women’s open awaiting mouths and faces, they catching as much cum as they could and kissing his dick in thanks.
Batman’s body slumped back into the couch and panted as he watched with hooded eyes of the women taking turns on one another’s body to clean themselves up with their tongues.
Once done, they stand to their feet and pick up their suits, a sultry look on both their faces as they look over the defeated Dark Knight.
“I’ll be in touch, handsome.” Selina says with a kiss blown his way and walking to the door behind the platform.
“Make sure that you pay my people up front, It’s $400, call it a discount.” Y/n says and follows behind Selina with a sway in her hips.
“A pleasure as always Batman.” Y/n said finally and closed the door behind her. Batman, although still out of breath, held up the SD card in his right hand and pressed a finger to the side of his cowl, turning on his communicator.
“Alfred.” His voice was more ragged than usual and his loyal butler noticed immediately.
“Master Bruce, are you alright? You sound terrible.” Alfred responds.
“I’m fine. I have the SD card, I’m heading back to the Batcave.” Batman responds after clearing his throat.
“You got it? Miss Kyle gave it to you that easily?” Alfred asks and Batman smirks.
“Something like that. And Alfred?”
“Yes sir?”
“Can you wire $400 from my account to the Blooming Bud. I have a tab to close.”
You’re the most distracting when it came to his training schedule so you help.
CW: Zoro training as usual, sloppy toppy, blowjob while lifting weights, pussy eating, reaching back and grabbing some dick, its mentioned that Y/n gets around
Zoro swung his swords in different katas, making sure each swipe was precise and consistent with his body following the swing.
He was already working up a little sweat that his body had a nice glow on him. Somehow, his loose-fitting, long black trousers were also slipping past the top of his hips; there were times he had to pull them up, often ruining his katas.
He cursed when he stopped swinging to pull his pants up and rubbed the sweat away from his forehead, with a sigh. Zoro looked down at his trousers and then walked over to the wall of the training room to lean his three swords against it.
He makes his way over to the weights in the room, picking up the heaviest sets for his arms. Zoro sits on a black stool, then lies down flat on it to raise the weights over his head and bring it down to his shoulders, then repeat.
He counted in his head how many sets were coming down to rest at his shoulders, gritting his teeth in concentration. While doing his sets, the sound of the door squeaking open is ignored, it was probably Luffy again asking to use his swords to play with Usopp and Chopper.
“Luffy, I already told you, I’m not lending my swords to play around. So get lost-oof!” his lower body is pressed down into the bench and Zoro strained his neck to look down his nose at Y/n sitting right on top of his waist with a smirk.
“Y/n? What are you doing here, I’m training.” he gives her a questioning look. Y/n nearly pouts.
“Why? I’m not allowed to be in here?” she asks, innocently lying her front over his stomach, her arms crossed under her chin.
“I’d rather not be distracted when I’m training.” Zoro deadpans, setting the weights over his head with straight arms to begin his sets again.
“Me? A distraction? How rude.” Y/n teases and Zoro brings the weights down by his shoulders and then up again. Y/n watches his muscles move in perfect form and licks her bottom lip.
“You know, I can help with your training.” Y/n says, almost purring. Zoro grunts softly as he raises the weights again, his eyes flickering down to her face before looking at the ceiling.
“How’s that?” he says and then nearly jumps and almost drops his weights when he feels his trousers get pulled down. Her warm hand wraps around his limp dick and begins to pump it, her other hand paying attention to his balls.
“How is this helping me?” he grunts when she pressed a quick kiss to his dick. Y/n hums in thought.
“You just keep doing your sets for your upper body, I’ll take good care of your lower body. Loosen you up a bit.” she says and gets to work licking and pumping his dick.
Zoro grits his teeth, a blush appearing on his cheeks as he does what he’s told.
1, Lick.
2, Kiss.
3, Bite.
4, Suck and lick.
5, Repeat.
Every time he had completed a set, Zoro had to calm his breathing down and try to maintain focus to start the next one, but he couldn’t even focus on finishing the rest of his reps with how Y/n’s mouth was servicing him so well.
He hoped that he was the only one that was receiving such treatment, if hears a whiff of her doing this to anyone else or even that shitty cook, he’d cut them down. He should be the only one to get this kind of attention. The ONLY one.
With how quickly his mood soured at the thought of the cook of the crew, Zoro suddenly felt a surge of energy boost inside him; his arms shooting up and down by the side of his head at vigorous speed. His hips also begin to rise into Y/n’s mouth, his dick reaching the back of her throat.
She gagged here and there but kept up the pace with Zoro, holding the bench below him as leverage and using her tongue to wrap around it from time to time. Zoro counted to fifty and once he reaches it, his hips still in the back of her throat and coats it white. Y/n chokes slightly but drinks up every drop.
His hips fell to the bench and Y/n’s lips slowly sucked until she removed them with a pop, her tongue peeking out to lick the little that escaped. Zoro’s arms drop and so do his weights, his strength becoming lethargic as he places his hands on his chest, panting.
Y/n drags her body up until he is face to face with her glistening pussy under her skirt.
“You didn’t think training was over did you? I did my set, you should do yours.” she says watching as he lets a smirk appear on his lips and then his hands find her hips. Carefully, he lowers her to his face and his tongue is flicking the little bead called her clit.
He hungrily eats his fill of her soaked pussy and Y/n grabs the moss hair, moaning and moving her hips to the rhythm of his tongue, then reaching back to play with his dick again. Zoro groans in pleasure and pressed his tongue deeper inside her.
Stimulating sensations between them continues and Y/n cums on his face, some dripping down the side of his face and onto the ground below. Zoro in turn follows suit in coming again and the woman lets the cum coat her hand then brings it up to her lips to lick away, while staring at him below.
“Zoro~” she purrs, bending at waist to look him in the eyes.
“I still don’t think our training is over.” she said and moved her body to sit on his crotch, her sticky hand finding his dick and sliding it inside. Her sultry grin made the man below her gulp.
“We’re going to keep going until I’m done. We need to help you memorize my muscles.”
Day 9! You were a present for him…just a present. Just an FYI, this is a long one so buckle up.
CW: Y/n is sold by her previous master, death of an irrelevant, deals, marriage, rude Sukuna, soft sex, two dick Sukuna, soft Sukuna, mentions of an heir, Y/n with a backbone
Y/n was…gifted to him by her previous master.
Something as simple as her presented to the King of Curses. One would say she was as good as dead once she walked through those doors and some would say she was privileged.
It had all happened so quickly, one minute she was cleaning the kitchens and then the next she’s being hauled away by the guards of her master and presented to...Him.
There sitting towards the back of the room sat the King of Curses, Sukuna is what he was called and those who feared him knew to properly call him My Lord. His menacing throne cushioned by the curse occupying it, staring bored at the master that was listing off all the ‘positive’ things that you were known for. Cooking, cleaning, dancing, singing, two out of the four things that he would list weren’t even true. Y/n only kept her head down and waited.
It’s what she was good for, all her life she was to be quiet as a mouse and as invisible as the wind and that’s what she did. Her mother was a prostitute and ended up giving her away to the brothel owner to let her live a better life, never to see her again, while her father…he jumped from the ship he was captured on and disappeared into the sea.
She had no family, no title, and no true purpose, living the life of a servant was the only thing she could do to keep herself alive.
Back to the present, Y/n nearly made a face of annoyance when the man whom she knew as her master for the past six years kept droning on and on. The King of Curses noticed quickly and held up a hand to silence the man before him.
“Enough of your prattle, you’ve made your point. What would I need another servant for? I have enough.” His deep voice said and waved him away.
“But-but my Lord! She could be your personal servant! She has been one for me for many, many years! Please reconsider!” her master stutters and Y/n clenched her fists in anger.
Why did he need to sell her off? What was the purpose? Perhaps it was that new maid that had come to the manor a week ago. Disgusting pig, she thought bitterly.
“A personal servant? How would this benefit me?”
“You can use her for whatever purpose you have for her, my lord. Even pleasing you.” the little man smirks, and Y/n nearly ran over and strangled him.
Thankfully, her master never got that far with her but she couldn't say the same for the other men and women that had not been so lucky. She prayed that those who were able to get away from the manor were alive and safe.
It goes quiet for a moment, then the sound of approaching footsteps come over to her stiff form and stop right in front of you. Her chin is caught in a warm hand and is raised up, but Y/n keeps her eyes to the ground; being sure to keep her respect to the man that can kill you with just a flick of his wrist.
“Look at me.” The demand is rough and Y/n finally let her eyes look up at the King of Curses and suppressed the gasp that nearly slipped from her lips.
His form startled her, who wouldn’t be startled by the sheer size of the man that brought fear to the people in the country. He had four arms, one hand holding her gaze and four eyes watching her carefully. He had tattoos on his body, and pink hair. A true curse.
“You are afraid?” a simple question held with a tone that leaves an ominous threat.
Startled? Yes. Afraid? Was she?
Her back straightens and she levels her head to look him right in the eyes to say:
“No, I am not afraid, my Lord.”
Her answer seemed to satisfy him and he let a sadistic smirk appear on his lips, his hand falling to his side.
“You have served your master for six years?”
“Yes, my Lord.” he starts to circle her like prey and Y/n keeps her eyes trained on him. Not once backing down from his overwhelming presence.
“What did you do for him?”
“I would bring him his meals every morning, noon, and night. Clean his quarters, the kitchens, tamed the gardens, laundry, making seals for the master’s safety, mail, training new servants, satisfy-” she stops herself and clenches her jaw, not wanting to say more. Sukuna does not tell her to continue but based on how quickly she stopped herself, he got the gist of what she was going to say next.
His eyes find the little man, his own eyes watching the woman closely, perhaps making sure that she stayed to the script and then bowing his head when he realized that Sukuna was suddenly watching him.
“Do you have a family?” Sukuna continued and Y/n shrugged.
“I do not know what happened to my mother, and my father gave himself to the sea before I was born.”
“How did you get here?”
“I was brought here on boat by my family to find a better life, that did not turn out the way we wanted and I was given to a brothel to work when I was 6, then I was 18 when my master bought me and I have worked with him for the past six years since then.” she explained and Sukuna hummed.
His eyes looked her over, she wore a grey kimono with worn sandals, her hair sat behind her head covered by a scarf, springs held together with a ribbon and curves that a courtesan would die to have.
His bottom arms sit in his yukata and turns to walk back over to his throne, making himself comfortable and looking boredly at the little man.
“I will take her off your hands.” Sukuna says finally and the man lets out a relieved sigh. Y/n closed her eyes in misery, another long life of servitude. She would never be free.
“However, I have noticed something since you have arrived here. It is quite a bother.” Sukuna continues and both Y/n and her master give him a confused look.
“You are the son of the previous Eastern Lord, correct? The eighth spawn?” Sukuna questions and the man nods with a raised brow.
“Yes, my Lord I am but-”
“Ah! That’s right!” Sukuna bops his forehead, suddenly remembering something and crosses his legs.
“I was supposed to wipe out that region a month ago! How unlike me!” Y/n and her master both pale in fear. Wipe them out?
“But why, my Lord? My father has always been loyal to you!” Sukuna waves off his attempt to plead and then holds up a hand sign.
“Your father foolishly thought that I wouldn’t find out about him working with those who want me sealed. A sad attempt really, he had become so comfortable that he had forgotten himself. You can thank your little servant there,” his eyes point to Y/n and then faces the little man again.
Angry eyes turn to Y/n who was too busy trying to come to terms that she would be killed under her master’s wrongdoings, she wouldn’t notice him lift up his robes to rush at her with a red face.
“You stupid girl! I should have killed you when-” the sound of splattering is heard and Y/n feels something warm land on her cheek.
She blinked twice and then raised a shaking hand to her cheek to feel the warm sensation there. She brings her hand to her eyes and looks at it in disbelief, her body beginning to shake.
Blood was on her hand and then she slowly looked to her right to see the spot where her master was standing now was drenched in blood and chunks of flesh.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, bringing a hand up to her lips. Did he…?
As she turns to look where Sukuna was, she instead finds a tattooed chest standing right behind her, and her eyes look up to Sukuna tilting his head with a blank look.
“Well? What are you waiting for?” He points to the floor.
“Kneel. As of today you are-” his sentence hadn’t fully rolled off his tongue when Y/n threw herself to the floor in a deep bow, her face nearly kissing the tatami blood covered floor.
“My Lord, I humbly wish to serve you for the rest of my life!” she announced and Sukuna crossed his upper arms.
“Well if you’d let me finish my sentence,” he began, scratching the back of his head with an eye roll.
“I had planned on keeping you as my servant until you were no longer of any use for me. However,” Y/n closed her eyes, praying he hadn’t changed his mind and would outright kill her.
“Please-”
“I think it would be best that you became my wife instead.” He finished and Y/n blinked into the floor before her then slowly raised her head to look up at him. Confusion was all over her face. Had she heard him right? Wife? To the King of Curses?
“What’s the catch?” her question had a quip of suspicion laced heavily in it and she covered her mouth in surprise. She didn’t mean to let that slip out.
“Hahahaha! Finally! A woman willing to speak her mind!” his deep laugh rumbled the entire castle and Y/n bowed her head, unsure of what to do next.
He knelt on one knee in front of her and grabbed her chin, raising it to look him in the eyes, a soft look makes Y/n’s cheeks burn and press her hands to her chest.
“You shall be my wife and have my heirs. Is this a sufficient life of servitude fit to your means?” he asks. The King of Curses was actually asking for her permission, in a way at least and Y/n hesitates.
Would he change his mind half way and make her into a servant again? Put her in a life where she would be ridiculed and jeered at for the color of her skin, her hair, her lips, her body?
She would have to take that chance.
Looking him in the eyes with determination, she nods fiercely.
“Yes, my Lord.”
The wedding was small, and formal, only a priest was present and as soon as he read their vows, he was gone. Y/n knew not to expect it to be a long event but she kind of wished it was. It was her wedding day. It stung a bit.
It stung even worse when it became wedding night, she was left to have her own room next to her new husband, sleeping in new nightclothes and fresh sheets alone.
Weeks pass and Y/n’s life has made a complete 360, everyday she was waited on hand and foot by the servants, eating foods that she had only seen when delivering to her previous master, and taking more baths than she was allowed.
It was…odd. She had never been treated so…delicately before. Everything all around her was new and different, she felt out of place. Not to mention she barely saw her new husband around the castle, only in passing as he attended to his duties.
But what about her? What was she to do?
“You will bear my heirs. That is your purpose.” His statement sounded cruel and dismissive, it made Y/n frustrated.
Why did he get to have duties and aspirations but she only to lie on her back to bear his brood? She deserved to have duties as well. She decided one day that she would face him and tell him her demands, she had dreams too!
One night, Y/n stomped her way to the bed chambers, a frown embedded on her face as she came to a halt in front of the shoji doors. Pushing them open, her eyes land on Sukuna sitting lazily on a chaise, drinking sake and Uraume sitting next to him as the loyal servant they are.
Sukuna looks up from his red cup and smirks at the woman standing at the doorway and raises his cup in greeting.
“Wife, a pleasure to see you-”
“It’s important that I speak with you my Lord.” She gets straight to the point.
“Really? Then I would suggest-”
“Uraume, please leave. I would like to speak with my husband. Alone.” She sees the servant get up and bow to both her and Sukuna then quickly leaves with a soft shut of the shoji doors.
Sukuna takes another large gulp as Y/n walks up to him and sits on her knees in front of him.
“So? What is it that you wish to talk about?” He asks, taking the sake bottle and refilling his cup.
“I want to do more than just bear your brood. I want to do something.” She says.
“Do more? Like what?”
“I want to help the poor, the homeless, the sick. I had learned medicine in secret-”
“No.” He says finally and Y/n’s shoulders sag for a brief moment then she straightens up.
“Why not?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why can I not have ambitions and duties? Why must I only bear your children?”
“Because you are my wife-”
“A caged woman who is only freed to open her legs and give you want YOU want while I get nothing in return. I deserve to live too.” She says staring him in the eye.
Sukuna looks at the woman in disbelief, had she gone mad? Surely she knew who she was talking to.
“You dare,” his cup is dropped onto the floor as he stands to his feet, Y/n doesn’t back down from his menacing glare.
“To talk to me however you want? I am your King!”
“And I am your wife! Without me you wouldn’t have your heirs.” Y/n declared.
Sukuna was speechless, she dared to speak to him in such a manner?
“You threaten me?”
“I promise you, I have an herb that will make me barren if you do not hear me out.” She challenged and Sukuna grits his teeth.
“I would kill you if you did such a thing.”
Y/n gulped quietly but kept her glare.
“Then I would welcome death with open arms.” She swore.
Sukuna growls then begins pacing the room. A compromise with the King of Curses was a risk one would be stupid enough to make. But Y/n wasn’t stupid, she was his wife and he had picked the right woman.
“Fine. You may do your medicine.” He conceded and Y/n sighed in relief.
“Thank you my Lord-”
“However,” he holds up one finger.
“You must give me an heir.” He declared and Y/n bites her lip. A compromise, it was always a compromise with him.
No more.
“No.” Y/n says and Sukuna’s eyes widened.
“What?”
“I said no. I will do this without any deals, compromises, or whatever else you try to wiggle in to get your way. I will give you an heir but not this way.” She asserted.
Sukuna growled again and sits down in front of her with a huff.
“Fine. No compromises, no deals. It’s no fun.” He mumbled and Y/n finally lets a smile reach her lips.
“Thank you, my Lord.” She bows to him.
Sukuna grunts and Y/n gets up to leave the bedchambers. Sukuna puts a fist under his chin and pouts in annoyance.
He hated losing.
Weeks go by again as Y/n begins a small clinic just outside of the palace, helping people that came to her whether with money or without it she would help them. They pledged their loyalty to her and some even came to work with her.
She loved this, she was helpful and she was needed. Something she wanted for so long. To be needed, to be appreciated, to be…seen.
Now that she was finally doing what she wanted, she felt her ovaries start to tingle.
She was ready for a child of her own. Maybe it was all the happy little children that would come by her clinic to give her flower bracelets and sticks with bugs on them, little gifts she cherished in a box at her clinic.
That’s also probably how she found herself in her husband’s bedchambers, with a loose robe and looking down at him with a simple expression. He lied on his side looking up at her in his sleeping robe.
“I am ready to give you an heir.” She proclaimed and dropped her robe, her naked body shown before him. Sukuna smirks.
“Now it is time for my needs to be fulfilled?” He questions.
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Very well. No backing out.” He says leaning up on his arm and grabbing her right one to pull her down to his side.
“I would never back out, my Lord. You know me.” She replies and Sukuna’s smirk couldn’t help but stretch wider across his face.
Sukuna laid him below her on the futon, taking in her naked form and she was so innocent, so angelic and…beautiful.
He brought his face down to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her nose and finally her lips.
Y/n returned the kiss eagerly, her heart pounding against her chest in anticipation and letting him take control, trusting him.
Sukuna let his bottom arms spread her legs as he moved between her legs, properly positioning himself.
Y/n felt his middle arms rub up and down her body, the mouths on his hands licking every inch of her as his upper hands planted themselves on either side of her head.
Her whole body was heating up in a subtle warmth that made her feel like she was in an oven. She too, began to kiss any body part that she could reach and helped remove his robe. Taking in his chiseled body and muscled arms, she shamelessly looked him over and then her eyes widened when she had seen his-
“Oh my!” She exclaimed. Was that…normal?
Two members were sitting between his legs and Y/n put a hand under her chin in confusion.
“You have…two?” She asked meekly and Sukuna smirked, proudly.
“I am the King of Curses wife. I am more than a regular human man.” He boasts.
Once he had his taste of her from her lips to all over her body, Sukuna uses one of his bottom hands to grab his top member and point it at her entrance.
Y/n gulps and looks up at him with fear.
“Please be gentle, my Lord.” She begged. Sukuna pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Only for you my wife, I’ll be gentle.” He confessed and Y/n smiled shyly.
True to his word, he pressed the head of his member to slip inside of her, feeling the walls of her chastity. With a soft warning whispered to her, he snapped his hips to where he was fully seated inside of her, a cry of pain leaving her lips.
Y/n grabbed his arms by her head and tried to move away from the pain between her legs but Sukuna held her hips to keep her still, his middle arms rubbing her body to help relax her. Soft words of encouragement are whispered to her as Y/n finally allows her body to relax against him.
“It hurts.” She whimpers and Sukuna kisses her gently.
“You must endure it, wife, it will be over soon.” He says and Y/n nods.
For the next couple of minutes, he helped her relax until she could feel her lower body not sear with pain anymore. She placed one hand over where his heart would be and nods once.
She was ready.
Sukuna gently moved his hips, pressing deep inside of her for a moment then pulling out slowly, helping her get used to the unfamiliar sensation that was creeping up her belly.
Y/n lets her body fall back onto the futon, her arms laid by her head as she moves in sync with his thrusts. Her hips bounced off his thighs as he mildly picked up the pace and tightened his hold on her hips.
Y/n grabbed the arms by her head when he started to pick up the tempo and pressed her chin into her chest, pleasure suddenly building up inside of her.
“My Lord? Wha-What is this pressure? Oh!” Her eyes widened in surprise when he brought her hips up further to her chest, nearly bending her in two and he started to thrust harder.
“This is what it is like to have sex with the King of Curses. Soon, you will be filled with my seed and your womb will grow with my heir.” He pants, watching her take him so much more in this position and somehow her walls tighten around his member.
“My Lord! Oh! My Lord something’s happening, something is wrong here!” Her right hand pointed to her lower belly and Sukuna used his middle right hand to hover over her clit, a tongue making an appearance and starting to lick her there.
Y/n’s body shook from the sudden sensation and arched her lower body to help her stimulate the little button on her nether regions.
“My Lord, some-something’s coming! It’s coming fast!” She warned, unsure of what was happening to her and Sukuna continued his harsh thrusting until she let out a scream. Her eyes and mouth were wide, the spasms of her climax making her eyes gloss over.
Sukuna however, gives her five more harsh thrusts then presses inside of her to fill her womb with his heavy seed. His second member spurts onto her bottom and the futon below.
He grunts from how tight she has become and gently helps her body lay back down onto the futon. Once he felt the last drops of his seed was seated inside her, he removed himself and lay on his side, pulling her close. He caressed her cheek as Y/n panted beside him, she could feel wetness leaving her and looked up at her husband.
“My Lord…were you…were we successful?” She asked and Sukuna actually gave her a smile.
“Yes. Soon, our child will grow and then they will take over the world.” He boasts rubbing her lower stomach. Y/n placed a hand over his and nodded.
Day 8! Shoto notices that doing work after work doesn’t have to be about work.
CW: established relationships, tired and lazy Aizawa, complaining Aizawa, soft Aizawa, quirk used during sex, quickie, table/desk sex
The bell rang loudly throughout the building of Hero Academia, and the exit of the heroes in training came bursting out of the double doors and immediately dispersed into their friend groups, leaving behind the teachers to clean up their classrooms. Shota Aizawa stretched across his desk in despair, a groan leaving his lips. Today was soooooo tiring, it seemed that the kids were more energetic today than before; it had sucked the energy out of him.
“Wow, was today that bad?” a new voice says as Shoto looks up from the desk at the woman leaning against the doorway of his classroom. She wore a blank tee with some biker shorts and tennis shoes, her hair in a low slicked back bun. He slowly sits up and leans back in his seat with a long sigh.
“Today was A LOT.” he deadpanned and the woman came closer and sat one leg on the desk, crossing her arms over her chest.
Y/n was one of the many healer instructors for the school, offering courses for students who want to be supporters to heroes and simple first aid. She was also one of the many teachers who is the closest with Aizawa as well, knowing him since middle school.
“Really? All you had to do today was send the kids to the battle room and then give them a quiz. What about today was considered a lot?” she asked and Aizawa groaned.
“It’s just…they were more hyped than usual, it was really tanking my energy. I don’t understand how you do it, Y/n.” He says and Y/n raises a brow with a smirk.
“I’ve been working with kids from preschool to high school, both with powers and without powers.” Aizawa grunts.
“Why did you take this job if it was going to make you like this?”
“I needed money.”
“Don’t we all? Now, you know what today is right?” Y/n asked as she walked over to the front of the desk and placed her hands on the desk, looking him right in the eyes. He tilts his head in question and Y/n sighs, of course he wouldn’t remember.
“It’s our turn to sort the exam packets that are coming up in two weeks. We were chosen at the meeting two weeks ago.” she explained and Aizawa nearly fell out of his chair in despair. He just wanted to go home and sleep, how did he forget about today?
“Please. Please, get someone else Y/n, I’m exhausted.” he begged with his hands pressed together. Y/n barked out a laugh and placed a hand on her hip.
“Yeah no way you’re not getting out of this one, Aizawa. We have to do our work.” She watches him deflate onto the desk, dramatically.
“God whyyyy?” he complained and Y/n rolled her eyes.
The next two hours go by as Y/n and Aizawa sit in the teacher’s lounge shuffling and organizing the piles of test packets sitting on the desk in the lounge. Each packet was set down by the letter and stapled with a barcode to scan when they are finished with their exam.
Y/n was in charge of putting the packets in alphabetical order and class number while Aizawa stapled the barcode, each minute making the man bend at the waist; his tiredness slowly taking over. His hands stopped stapling and his eyes slowly slipped closed.
“Aizawa!” his eyes pop open, his back immediately straightens, and his hands resume his stapling.
“I was working.” he gripes, miserably.
“Yes, now you’re working when I caught you lacking.”
“I was taking a break. I’m entitled to them.” Y/n sucked her teeth.
“We don’t have time for a break, we have to get these packets in ABC order for the people who are taking over tomorrow.” Y/n placed another stack of exams on the table and Aizawa sighed loudly.
“Since when did we have so many students here?” Aizawa asked to move his pile of exams to the Y/n side where she can start putting them in order.
“We got an increase in kids this year than we did last year, unfortunately we didn't get more teachers this year. The budget went into the new arena building.” Y/n says as she puts the ‘S’ pile on the cart beside her.
“What do you want to do about dinner?” Aizawa suddenly asked and Y/n hummed in thought looking at two packets with the same last name.
“We can get takoyaki, not really in the mood for a big meal tonight.” She responds and Aizawa takes out his phone to order it.
They continued working for another 35 minutes until Aizawa received the notification on his phone that the food was here.
“I’ll go and get dinner.” he announced as he got up from the uncomfortable chair with a tired groan. Y/n gives him a thumb up without looking up from her task of counting the exams.
As soon as she finished counting all the exams, Y/n took a clipboard with all the names of the instructors taking the exams, by checking off the needed number of exams for each class. Aizawa was back with a large bag and brought it over to the desk.
“Smells good.” Y/n says over her shoulder as she continues marking things on the clipboard, Aizawa nods in agreement taking out the black container of takoyaki and two boxes of fried rice. He places two sets of chopsticks on napkins and places the empty paper bag on the ground.
“Come on, let’s take a break.” he encouraged, pointing to the food. Y/n shakes her head.
“Hold on, let me get the count on these two classes and then I’ll stop.” she says, using her pen to count the exam pile one by one. Aizawa made a face of displeasure and placed a hand under his chin watching her meticulously write down on the clipboard. He then uses his quirk making the white steel wire scarf grab the woman’s hands and her waist, then pulls her to where he was sitting in the chair. During the capture, Y/n dropped the clipboard and her feet nearly fell from under her as she’s brought over to him.
His hands find her waist and his legs bend to let her body find a seat on his lap; the woman gives him a look of bewilderment then sighs.
“Really?” Aizawa shrugged and handed her a pair of chopsticks, breaking apart his and taking the container of takoyaki and picking one up with his chopsticks. He holds out the round, hot, dumpling to her lips and Y/n gives him a look.
“All you had to do was wait, you know. I would have been done in two minutes.” She takes the dumpling into her mouth and chews, letting her mouth open for a few seconds to help it cool down before continuing.
“Food would have become cold by then.” he responds and Y/n shakes her head in disbelief.
“Fine, I’ll eat.” Aizawa smiled at her and watched as she took another takoyaki into her mouth. He watched as she chewed, then how she swallowed, and nearly groaned when she moaned in delight. Y/n offered the next dumpling to him and Aizawa carefully bit into the soft dough and then chewed. Y/n leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, then turned in his lap to grab the box of fried rice and start to eat that. Aizawa rubbed her lower back as Y/n gave him some of her fried rice and then fed herself.
“This is some good takoyaki, is this from that place we went to a couple weeks ago?” she asked, eating another dumpling.
“Yeah, they’re the only place that would deliver straight to the school. We could have gone to the actual place if we didn’t have things to do.” he says and Y/n rolled her eyes.
“The life of a teacher has a lot of sacrifices.” She responded and Aizawa scoffed.
“Okay,” Y/n begins as she closes her fried rice box and sets it on the desk. She wipes her hands on the napkin.
“Come on, let’s finish this last pile and then we can go home.” Aizawa wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her back, halting her movement.
“Aizawa, let me go.”
“No.” he huffed and Y/n pats his hands on her waist.
“So, what am I supposed to do?” she asked.
“Just stay here for me for a little bit, I don't want to lose your warmth just yet.” he says and Y/n sighs again. This man here, she never will understand where he obtained this tired lifestyle from.
For the next 15 minutes, Aizawa held tight onto Y/n’s waist at times leaning up to kiss her neck and lips.
Y/n looked at the clock, it was half past five and then at the final pile of exam packets. She wasn’t in any hurry to get home, she meant to come by Aizawa’s apartment later on tonight anyway to hang out after they finished the exam packets. Looks like that wasn’t happening any time soon.
“I was going to come by your house later, you know?”
“You were? I thought you didn’t have time?”
“I didn't, but what I needed to do was pushed to this weekend. Aren’t I generous?” she teased leaning back to kiss him. Aizawa helps her turn around to face him, pressing another kiss to her lips. Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, slanting her lips to deepen their kiss and she could feel his hand crawling up her back to grab her bra strap.
“Mm, not on the packets. Wont have an excuse as to why some of them are so crumpled.” she warns and Aizawa nods, unclasping her bra and watching it fall to her lap and Y/n picks it up to hang on the side of the chair.
Aizawa takes this opportunity to hold her up by the hips and help bring down her biker shorts, also finding a place to hang on top of her bra. Y/n rubs the back of his neck, pressing close to his front with her hardened nipples and then kissing him again. Aizawa groaned into the kiss, pulling her unimaginably closer to his front, loving the feeling of her breasts from her t-shirt.
“We only have time for a quickie before the janitors come by.” Y/n reminds while pushing her underwear to the side and Aizawa nods. He pushes down his sweats and raises Y/n on top of him to hover over his dick and then quickly drops her. The feeling of her walls engulfing his dick, makes him groan and hold onto her hips to grind on top of him. Y/n holds one hand on his shoulder and the other reaching back to hold onto the desk behind her.
In no time, Aizawa gets sick of the grinding and begins bouncing her on his lap, the wet sound of her pussy making a satisfying clapping sound throughout the room. Y/n moans uplift Aizawa’s mood as he grips her hips, Y/n grinds and bounces on top of him while Aizawa uses a hand to play with her clit.
Losing her grip on the desk, Y/n comes close to press her front of his chest and holds onto his shoulders, widening her thighs to meet him better. Aizawa cradles the back of her head and pressed his hand to her lower back, a sweet point he knew to make her feel him grind deeper inside of her.
Her hands fall to her sides, somehow losing their strength and Aizawa uses the opportunity to use his scarf to wrap her hands behind her back. Her back bows backwards and Aizawa rams his hips harder inside of her.
“Aizawa! Oh, God!” Her cries boosts his morale, he deactivates his quirk, stands to his feet and places her bottom on the desk, thrusting harder inside of her. Y/n lets her body fall back, her arm accidentally knocking over the neatly stacked exam packets, but who cared about that right now? Her legs wrapped around his hips and Aizawa leaned over the desk, pressing his hands by her head feeling his lower stomach tightening.
“Shit, I’m close.” he muttered and lay on top of her, hips going up and down inside of her, the front of his sweats becoming wetter. Y/n hugged him close and bit his right ear, kissing the stubble on his cheek.
“I’m cumming!” she cries out and her body seizes up, Aizawa pushes past her tight walls and stills as well, his cum leaking out of her and dripping onto his shoes.
As they settled down, Aizawa removed his dick from her wet entrance and took the time to help clean her up with the rough napkins from their food bag.
Y/n gaped at him in disbelief and Aizawa gave her a confused look, holding the wet napkin.
“What?”
“I know you did not just wipe me down with that napkin.” She sits up on the desk with her arms folded.
“Yeah?” he says watching her gasp and tilt her head.
“Aizawa, I should beat your ass for that.” Y/n threatens, her sudden annoyance confuses him. Wasn’t he helping?
“I cleaned you up, what’s the problem?”
“You used the roughest napkin on my coochie, I could feel the fibers of that cloth take some skin.”
Aizawa rolled his eyes and fixed his sweats to sit on his waist again. His eyes found the packet exams on the floor and sighed.
“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?” he asks, dejected and Y/n replies:
“Better get comfortable, because this time you’re putting them in ABC order.”
Day 7! Alucard (Hellsing) has a few toys for his little pet.
CW: Hellsing!Alucard, toy sex, pussy eating, long tongue 👅, bondage, ball gag
Bzzzt!
Soft moaning is heard in the dark and desolate room, including the quiet vibrating noise that resonated throughout the room.
In the shadows of the dark room, the singular window in the corner illuminated a singular ray of moonlight onto the body that was sitting close by. Red eyes watched the withering figure on the bed before them, a smirk propped on their lips and a hand under their chin.
Y/n squirmed in her restraints as she withered around the bed, her toes pointed and gripping the sheets below her. She could feel the mess that she made all the way up to her lower back and could only moan through the ball gag in her mouth.
Hellsing’s Trump Card, or as some may know him as the Vampire Hunter, Alucard chuckled darkly as he watched the withering woman roll around his bed from his plush red chair, swirling a blood wine in his hand.
She had her hands bound behind her back and a gag in her mouth with a rose toy was attached to her soaking pussy with some body tape. A bullet vibrator was taped above her clit to help stimulate her into a climax, Alucard holding the remote to continue her pleasure.
He sits very demure in his seat watching her, in a silk robe and his hair sitting on his shoulders like a sleek black curtain and for almost two hours of seeing her cumming back to back either from the bullet on her clit or the rose toy swirling inside her with its tongue attachment.
Another cry is heard from the woman and her back arches into the air when another wave of release is given and her tired body plops back on the bed.
Believing he had seen enough, Alucard turns both the bullet and rose down to level 1 and gets up from his seat, approaching the tied up woman. Her eyes were bleary as she looked up at her lover, shaking from her previous spasms of pleasure and moaned softly.
His cold hand cups her cheek and Y/n snuggles into it.
“My pet,” he purrs and Y/n gives him her full attention.
“You came so beautifully, so many times before me. I’m so proud of you.” He praises and Y/n watches in anticipation when he removes his robe to show his pale, naked body. He knelt on the bed and brought his head down between her legs, a tongue licking his lips.
“You shall be awarded.” He presses a kiss to her right thigh, then takes away the rose toy, tossing it to the side. Y/n moaned weakly but relieved that it was gone.
Alucard reveled in the beautiful view of her soaked pussy and dragged his heavy, thick tongue in a long lick from bottom to top and nibbled at her clit.
Y/n’s scream is instant, back bowing into the bed, wishing to run away from the sudden pleasure but Alucard held her steady, lapping away at her pussy and even sticking his long tongue inside of her to touch the sweet spot inside of her.
“Ahh!” She cried through the gag and Alucard hummed in delight. She tasted so sweet, and Alucard digs his tongue deeper to drink more of her.
With how much his thick tongue was fulfilling her, Y/n could feel all her strength begin to leave her. All she could do was lay there. Alucard however, was in pussy heaven, drinking away at her pussy and using his nose to play at her clit.
“Mmm, delicious.” He says and returns to eating away. Y/n’s legs squirmed over his shoulders and then pointed when she felt herself come again.
Alucard drank away like a ravenous dog and then moved his head away from her thighs, chops wet and sticky.
His tongue licked off the cum on his face and then climbed on top of her, red eyes glowing in the dark room and dick standing at attention.
“Why don’t we keep going, you seem to have a few more rounds in you, my pet.” His dick teased at her entrance and Y/n could only stare off into space, drool running down her lips.
Eren Yeager was known as the heartbreaker on campus, a title that he loved to live up to leaving behind a legacy of women that he would ‘date’, fuck, and then drop them no longer than a week of being with them.
How he had friends that tolerated this behavior baffled the majority of those who cared and others wondered why he did this in the first place.
You would think in his third year in college he would mature a bit and put his head in a book but, that’s a hopeful thought. It was a miracle he was able to keep up with his grades while he was attending to the female population on campus.
However, something about the 1st Thursday in April would bring a new perspective on Eren’s character altogether and it would involve a woman named: Y/n.
Eren walked with his friends, Armin and Connie after class to head to the student lounge with a smirk on his lips as he confidently strutted through campus. Today was the day for the next woman that he would put through his ‘game’ as people like to call it. Everyone was aware of the game, and how easily the majority of the women would play and get dumped by him.
His record: two days. What could he say he was a ho, there wasn’t any sugarcoating on his character but he was an asshole to the women once he’s done with them. Even feigning knowing who they are when they ask him about their relationship.
“Uh oh, I know that look.” Connie spoke up, giving Eren a tired look. Eren hummed in question.
“It’s time for the game, huh? How exciting.” Connie rolled his eyes, fed up with the idea.
“I really wished you didn’t do this, Eren, you’re making all the women that come around not even approach us because we’re friends with you!” Armin frowns in annoyance but Eren waved them off.
“Then find ones that haven’t spun on my dick, it’s not that big of a deal.” Eren says and both his friends roll their eyes.
As they walked into the student lounge, they found a table to sit at and decided to talk about their next day of going off campus to hang out.
“Hey Y/n, are you going to the party tonight?” Eren stopped conversation with Armin when he overhears the question two tables over.
“Yeah, I didn’t buy a new outfit for shits and giggles.” Eren looked over at the table and saw four women talking amongst themselves about what they were going to wear to the party.
The two sitting at the table were almost Eren’s next targets to play his game until he found out that they had a boyfriend and girlfriend but the other two he hadn’t seen before. The grey haired girl was alright, not someone he would go after this time but the other girl was really pretty.
He heard the name of the one with the boho braids Y/n was it? He looked her over, and then he suddenly felt his chest tightening a bit at the sight of her. She was beautiful, why hadn’t he seen her on campus before?
Her smile was bright and her brown eyes pretty and her body-
“Wow.” Eren said in awe.
“Come on, we better start getting ready. The party doesn’t start till 6.” Her friend says and they all get up and leave the student lounge, Eren watching Y/n all the while until she disappears through the double doors.
“So Eren, is tonight good for you? I’m off from work.” Connie asked, breaking his friend from his stupor.
“Can’t,” a smirk reappeared on his lips.
“I’ve got a hot date tonight.” He says and gets up, leaving the lounge and his friends behind to watch after him.
“I think karma is about to finally bite him in the ass.” Armin uttered and Connie hummed in agreement.
“No need to get involved if it does happen tonight.” Connie stated.
“Agreed.” Armin nods.
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That evening, the party being held by the Stationary Troops frat house was in full swing, people were outside on the lawn having fun, people inside were enjoying themselves on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the living room. It was no surprise that there was always a huge crowd when they had these parties, it was just overwhelming.
Y/n and her friends walked into the house, squeezing past the people near the door and heading to the long table of snacks and drinks. Each woman picked up a cup and drank the spiked punch, grabbing another drink and toasting on having a great time.
It wouldn’t be long until all four of them were on the dance floor dancing with one another and those who came up behind them and grinding on them.
The DJ was actually doing a great job with these mixes, even throwing in some old 2000’s commercials like Farmer’s Insurance and mixing it with Hoochie Mama. Y/n stuck her tongue out in joy and started twerking on whomever was behind her.
“Ahh!” She says excitedly, putting her hands on her knees.
Hands held onto her hips and actually followed her grinding, impressing her. Turning her head, she couldn’t really tell was behind her, due to the dark and strobe lights weren’t pointing their way. Although she was able to make out that they had long hair.
Once the song ended, Y/n straightened up and turned around to properly introduce herself to her dance partner.
However, as soon as her eyes adjusted to the person in front of her Y/n’s brows rose in surprise.
The one and only Eren Yeager was standing in front of her, a smirk on his lips and his hands in his pockets. Y/n had heard a lot about this guy, a true hoe that got around, if he was interacting with her that would mean she is his next target.
Hm.
“Hey, nice moves.” Eren says and Y/n tilts her head with a smirk of her own.
“Thanks, I’m impressed that you were able to keep up. Practice?” She questions and Eren chuckles.
“You can call it that. Let’s move somewhere quieter.” He says and his head nods to the wall close to the snack table.
Y/n followed after him, making sure her friends knew where she was going first beforehand. Eren leaned against the wall on his shoulder and Y/n stood in front of him with a hand on her hip.
“Eren.” He held out a hand to her and Y/n shook it.
“Y/n. I've seen you at some of the parties here on campus.” She said and Eren shrugged.
“What can I say? Popularity finds me attractive.” He says, making her laugh. Eren liked her laugh.
“Oh is that what it is?”
“Well…the majority of the time it is. I have an older brother that is a part of this fraternity.” He explained and Y/n nodded in understanding.
“Hmm, it’s Zeke right?” She asked and Eren nodded.
“Did you come by yourself?”
“Yeah, I told my friends I wanted to come to a party tonight. I had…heard about the DJ being dope and wanted to check it out.”
“And your analysis?” Y/n coaxed.
“He’s pretty dope.” Y/n smiles.
“Yeah, the commercial and then switching to Hoochie Mama was crazy, I need more DJ’s doing that.” She demonstrates a quick twerk then laughs, Eren laughs as well.
“I’m not going to lie, I’ve been at this party for like…I don’t know three hours? It’s starting to get a little too crazy, there’s so many people here.” Y/n said placing her back on the wall next to him.
“Haven’t you been to these parties before?” He asked.
“Yeah, but not with so many people like this. It’s a lot.” She responded and Eren let a smirk appear on his lips.
“Why don’t we go somewhere then?” He proposed.
“Where?”
“I have my own room in the house. Perks of being a Yeager.” He bragged and Y/n nearly rolled her eyes.
“Sure.”
Eren, almost eagerly, leads her up the stairs of the frat house, the hallways long and wide with multiple rooms on each side. No doubt in her mind the ones with closed doors were some people having fun.
The last door at the end of the hall was open and Eren walked inside with Y/n coming in behind him. He closes the door behind him while Y/n looks around. There were a plethora of posters all over the walls, a bean bag chair stuffed in the corner, a desk and computer with gaming consoles. A bed that was pushed into the wall with a bathroom to the right.
“Wow. Rich life, huh?” Y/n teased and Eren plopped down on the bed, slipping off his shoes. Y/n sat down next to him.
“It has its perks.” He shrugged putting an arm behind his head and watching her. Y/n hummed softly and turned to look at him.
“Tell me Eren. Why did you bring me up here?” She asked, looking right into his eyes.
“To chill.” He responds, Y/n gives him a look. She wasn’t taking that.
“Tell me the truth.”
Eren stayed quiet for a moment then shrugged.
“I guess…I wanted to have some time alone with you, I liked your vibe and I wanted to get to know you.” He says, honestly.
“Get to know me? We had to come up here to do that?”
“Yeah.” She sucked her teeth at his lame excuse and patted her knees.
“Okay. Let’s get this over with.” She mutters and takes off her jacket, her breasts exposed to the slightly cold air.
Eren’s eyes widened and he sat up to say something but Y/n got on top of him pressing her hand down on his chest to keep him on the bed.
“What are you-” she placed a finger over his lips, shushing him.
“Isn’t this what you want?” She leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear.
“To get some pussy?” She licks the shell of his ear then pulls away, raising his tank top a bit to show off his abs and fingering his belt.
“Come on, Eren. I want to know what all the fuss is about.” She purred and Eren gulped. Her hands moved to the slit in her skirt and reached underneath to twist her underwear to the left, sitting bare pussy on top of him.
“But, don’t you think we’re going too fast?” He stammered. She tilts her head innocently.
“Are you saying no? I’m disappointed. I expected more of a challenge from you.” She pouts and Eren could feel his dick rise below her.
She wanted a challenge? To know what it was like? Eren is suddenly upright and grabs her hips. He grinds her pussy against the bulge on his pants roughly, Y/n uses one hand to hold onto his shoulder as he grinds her.
The front of his pants was completely soaked and then Eren laid her down on the bed, hovering above her and using one hand to unbuckle his pants.
He unzipped his pants and pulled down his underwear to show his dick and tapped it against her wet pussy.
“You want a challenge? You got it.” He declares and slips inside her. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting. Her tight walls enveloping his shaft as she continuously takes his member.
Her nails dug into his back and Y/n moans, then bites her lips with a smirk on her lips.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She moans and Eren sucks his teeth.
He hooks his massive hands under her thighs and hauls her up to his chest, like she weighed nothing, not once stopping his thrusting up into her.
“Shit!” Eren cursed when he felt her walls tighten around his dick.
The longer he was inside of her, the more he wanted to chase that euphoric feeling building up. He chased the unfamiliar feeling overcoming him, as he mindlessly pistoned in and out of her. Her nails dug deeper into his back and Y/n’s mind went blank. Every time he hit the spot inside her, made her toes curl, more and more of her sanity was becoming lost.
“Yeah, right there! That’s the spot!” She moaned.
Eren’s eyes could barely stay open as he felt her become tighter around him, his left hand finding purchase of the wall to keep himself up straight.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna-fuck!” He moaned pathetically and then his eyes went wide when Y/n took hold of his hips and started moving her hips on him, herself. He couldn’t form a thought, all he could do was take it.
“Oh shit! Wait, slow-”
“Come on, Yeager,” she purred with a dirty smile moving rougher.
“Let me feel you cum. I’m not on the pill, but I know you want to come inside me.” Her face comes close to his right ear, his moans becoming airy and gasps.
“Take the risk, Eren,” Oh fuck, he thought thrusting harder against her.
“Do it,” she continued to taunt.
“Get me pregnant.” She whispers finally and something snaps inside of Eren as he lets out a loud groan and his body ceases movement, his pelvis pressed deep inside of her. Y/n makes one more hard thrust and follows behind him with a scream.
“Yes!” She moaned with her head thrown back.
With Y/n clenched around his manhood it made it impossible to breathe and the only thing that was left to his conscious mind was the bruising grip on her waist. He emptied his seed into her womb, nearly toppling over onto the bed with her slipping off his dick and rolling to the side.
Eren curled up on his bed, shaking from how intense his climax was and looked up to see Y/n scooping out their mixed cum with a finger and making sure to look him in the eye as she tasted it.
“Mmm, delicious.” She says and Eren couldn’t form a coherent sentence to respond.
She stands to her feet and fixes her hair, then digs into her jacket to take out some wipes. She wipes her pussy, and the inside of her underwear, then adjusts her skirt. Y/n throws away the wipes in a nearby trash can then picks up her jacket and puts it on, making sure her breasts are properly hidden before turning to Eren.
His pathetic state made her smile and walks up to him, leaning over the bed to kiss her head.
“That was a great game. Be sure to remember me well, Yeager. No other girl can get you like this.” She whispers and starts to walk out the door when she hears him whisper behind her.
“But…what game?” She looked over her shoulder with a hand on the doorknob.
“The game that you like to play with the other women on campus. And I just beat you, fair and square.” She opened the door and closed it behind her with one final statement:
Day 5! Hiruguma is here to cause some law and order at work. Can’t say the same for Y/n.
CW: Office sex, typical higurama behavior, massage, cowgirl, doggystyle, established relationship, situationship?, work versus pleasure
Higuruma and his legal assistant Y/n had an understanding for one another: do the case and do it right. Don't make it harder than it needed to be and get all the facts before applying your own logic. It was that simple, however, there were times where they would disagree on certain things.
Depending on the case, they would go by the proper procedure and tactics of what needed to be gathered but then, when it came to how they present it to the judge it was automatically a huge argument in his office.
“If you say this, you’ll lose the case, you’ll compromise the client!” Y/n yells, shaking a paper in his face.
Higuruma rubbed a hand over his stressed brow and picked up a piece of paper from his notebook.
“I won’t be compromising the client if the defense says that he ran away to his sister’s house. I can catch them off guard by bringing up the sister’s testimony saying he wasn’t there at her house that night.” he retorts and Y/n flapped her arms in defeat, dropping the papers in her hand. Her right hand pressed into the desk as she gave him an irritated look.
“If you bring up the sister then the judge will know that we didn’t include her in the case about the drugs she had at her house. We need to redo the rebuttal before you end up saying more than necessary.” she said.
That comment makes his eyes cut at her, then promptly stands to his feet to approach her. Y/n doesn’t move from her spot, standing her ground.
“Listen closely, Miss Y/n.” he started and Y/n placed a hand on her hip.
“I have been doing this job for seven years, you just started doing this for two years. Before you start to belittle my way of doing things, it’s best you understand that I know how this works.” he finished and Y/n gave him a baffled look.
“Belittle? Please, you need to calm down that ego of yours before you lose your staff. I am not here to belittle you Mr. Hiruguma.” she pressed a finger into his suit coat.
“I am here to make sure that all of your paperwork is set up for trial in less than three days from now. I am catching the errors, the typos, the disconnect, EVERYTHING that an assistant is supposed to do because I AM PAYING ATTENTION.” She enunciates every word by poking her finger into his chest.
Higuruma huffs in irritation and turns his head away, suddenly flustered.
“Apologies Miss. Y/n.” he says and Y/n nods. He was a tough one but she was just as tough.
“Fine. Now, let’s go over the rebuttal again.” She picks up the pieces of paper on the ground and puts them in order. Hiruguma walks back to his seat and places his hands together.
“Young male, 18, was caught possessing two bags of marijuana and a concealed knife under his shirt; tried to flee from police and claimed to be coming from his sister’s house and that’s where he got the drugs which we know is a lie. We want to ensure that he goes to juvenile detention for at least two years and has parole.” She turned to the next page and continued.
“His sister’s testimony states that she hadn’t seen her brother for two weeks and only learned of his location when he called their mother the night he was arrested. She is willing to come in to testify and-”
“Enough.” his gruff command makes Y/n look up at him.
“I know the case, I just need the facts of where he got the drugs and knife from. Was there a buyer?” he questioned.
“He won't say, and he doesn’t plan on talking anymore until he sees what plea he’ll get when he goes to trial.” Y/n concludes and lays down the papers on the desk.
Higuruma sighs and runs a hand over his face again, the stress was getting to his head really bad and Y/n could tell. His bouts of irritation towards her were becoming more of a daily problem, he was taking more cases than normal, and he has been staying later at the office and even sleeping here sometimes. It concerned Y/n.
“When’s the last time you took a break? Like an actual break?” she asked. Higuruma looked up at her with a raised brow.
“A break?” he parrots.
“Yeah, I’ve seen what time you clocked out of here Mr. Hiruguma, you didn’t even go home last night you stayed here.” Y/n says and Hiruguma rolls his eyes.
“I stay here at times to finish some work, this isn’t new information.” he retorts, not really seeing the problem.
“Yes, but not back to back where you’re not even going home, getting in a proper bed, and a full eight hours sleep.” she said.
“I didn’t know that playing mother was a part of your job description. I’m fine.” He tried to brush it off and Y/n was having none of that. Her lip is caught between her teeth and she turns to look at the clock above the door.
They always kept the door locked whenever they did their case review and this gives Y/n an idea.
She walks behind his chair and places her hands on his shoulders, this makes him jump and ready to move from her grasp but stops when he feels her fingers dig into the knots that were wound up in his shoulders.
“What are you doing Miss Y/n-”
“Just relax, Mr Hiruguma. For the next hour, I’ll take good care of you.” she whispers in his ear.
For the next twenty minutes, Y/n massages out the kinks in his shoulders and rubs out the kink in his neck. Hiruguma sighed in bliss, he hadn’t realized how stressed his body was and could only blame himself, he needed to take care of himself better.
When her hands rub down his arms and back up to his shoulders, his eyes close, relaxing his body in his chair that somehow became so comfortable. Y/n’s hands rub back up to his shoulder then move to rub down his chest, then lingering on his lower stomach before coming back up to his shoulders. A little innocent act that didn’t go unnoticed by Higuruma, but he remained silent.
Y/n does this a couple more times before she moves to sit on his lap and continue rubbing up his shoulders and then back down his chest. Her skirt rode up slightly from how she was seated and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Hiruguma let her do so, it was no secret that the two of them messed around, they just didn’t have a label for their relationship.
“Do we have time for this?” he asked, raising his hips a bit to let his pants come down a bit to his mid hip when she unbuckled his belt.
“We have 35 minutes before our next meeting with the prosecution team, I think that will be plenty of time to get you off.” She placed a kiss on his neck and then his lips.
Hiruguma wrapped an arm around her waist bringing her closer into the kiss and used his free hand to raise her skirt above her waist and nearly groaned when he realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear. That same hand rubbed her bottom then cupped under it to feel how wet she was. Y/n pulled his underwear down and out raised his dick.
Taking him into her hand, Y/n pumped it a couple of times before raising her body up and slowly dropping her lower body onto his dick. Being on a time crunch. Y/n immediately began bouncing on top of him, Hiruguma held her waist letting her have her way with him. For a while, Hiruguma would help her bounce on top of him then would let her take over, pressing a kiss to her neck and lips but then his eyes looked up at the clock on the wall.
They had ten minutes left.
Suddenly grabbing her hips, Higuruma stands up and has Y/n turn around to lay against the desk, and he stands behind her. With this angle, her heels were a perfect height for him to stand behind and he grabs her hips and enters her again. His hips were making a satisfying clapping sound as it resonated throughout the office and groaned quietly when he could feel her tightening around him. Y/n moved her hips back to meet his thrusts and moaned softly, they still needed to be quiet but, how can one be quiet in such a compromising position? Her hips raise and back arches more in order to feel more of him enter her and Higuruma pins her down onto the desk by the back of her neck.
His head lolled back as he reveled in the pleasure he was getting from the woman below him and moved his hands to anchor themselves onto the desk, pressing his crotch deeper into her and thrusting harder. The desk squeaked from the rough movement and Y/n flailed an arm out in pleasure, knocking over some papers. His brow tints into a frown as he starts to feel that fantastic euphoric feeling building up.
“Gonna cum soon.” he mutters and his hips begin to piston into her in order to reach closer to that feeling.
Once he reaches it, Y/n could only let out a quiet but long moan when her release came as quickly as his, the feeling of their mixed cum rolling down her right leg and his hips stuttering a bit to elongate the feeling.
After a minute, Hiruguma slipped out of her and used a tissue to clean up his dick then slowly adjusted his pants to buckle his belt and zip up his pants. He digs into a nearby drawer and pulls out some cleaning wipes to help Y/n clean up as well while the woman collects herself, laid out on the desk. Y/n slowly regains her strength to her legs and arms, then sits up to fix her clothes as well. She rubs her hands down her blouse to get the wrinkles out and fixes her skirt to sit snug around her waist. Her eyes look at the time again, three minutes left to spare.
“Well, Mr. Hiruguma, shall we?” Y/n asked as she picked up a nearby folder and began to walk to the door.
“Yes. Let’s do this.” he responds following behind her.
Day 4! You all chose 🤫 so here you have Dante from Devil May Cry! You’re welcome!
college student!dante, tutoring love, ravenous fucking, doggystyle, getting some head, cowgirl, in arms fucking, soft sweet nothings
Dante was failing.
Failing badly.
His grades were already all C’s which some would think wouldn’t be such a big deal but his damn Analytics grade was dwindling down into the single digits. He had no idea that studying for a Bachelor’s in Business would be this hard. All he wanted was to open up a desert shop.
He scrolled on his school’s grade checker and nearly slammed his head at the sight of his 28% grade. If he didn’t get a good grade on the next test he would be dropped from the wrestling team, he couldn’t afford that. His scholarship was literally the only thing keeping him at this expensive college in the first place; maybe he should have saved up more money like his twin brother Vergil did instead of depending on his scholarship money.
“I am so screwed.” He muttered miserably, finding a nearby wall and planting his head into the cool painted bricks.
“Thanks again, Y/n! This will help me out greatly!” His eyes shifted to the right where the library was and Dante’s eyes landed on Y/n, waving at some classmates from their Analytics class with a pretty smile. She was the only one, in his opinion, that seemed to understand the coursework that now almost all of their classmates were coming to her for tutoring.
He raised his head from the wall and popped his forehead, scolding himself.
“Duh! Ask Y/n she’ll know this stuff.” he says and jogs over to Y/n who was about to go back into the library.
“Hey Y/n!” he called and the young woman turned around to see the white haired man approach her.
“Hey you got a minute?” he asked and Y/n raised a brow at him.
“Um, yeah, kind of, I’m about to start studying for our quiz next week.” she explained.
“That is perfect! Can I study with you? I really need help with understanding this because I am failing this class.”
“I don’t know, I am kind of behind on my own studying as it is-”
“Please, I’m desperate here. I’ll even pay you.” He pressed his hands together, pleading.
Y/n bites her lip in thought then crosses her arms seeing how pitiful he looked and felt bad.
“Okay. I can show you the basics when using Python but, after that I have to do my own work.”
Dante thanked whatever God was listening to and nodded fiercely.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” he repeats and Y/n awkwardly nods leading him inside the library to the table she was using.
Four books were opened between the two of them along with Y/n laptop’s turned to Dante who was writing down notes.
“After this, you have to make sure that you aggregate the sales by region. See?” she pressed a button and the line of codes were projected across the screen. Dante nods as he writes down the instructions. Making sure each word she uttered was written down, how she explained it made more sense than their professor and he couldn’t be more elated that he finally understood what he was doing now.
“Got it? Any questions?” she asked, looking at him.
“I think I’m good. Thank you, Y/n.” he says.
“Sure.” Dante then dug into his pocket and took out his wallet, Y/n stopped him from opening it by placing a hand on his wrist.
“There’s no need to pay me, I’m happy to help. If you still need help then just send me a text.” She took out her phone and handed it to him.
“Thank you.” he says relieved. Y/n gives him a smile and Dante collects his belongings and leaves the library. He was more confident to do his homework tonight.
For the next couple of weeks, he was getting better at understanding his classwork and the last couple of quizzes he had taken were all done with a new confidence and his grade was finally raising to an F to a low C. Every Tuesday he studied for two hours with Y/n, sometimes it was the two of them and other times there was almost half of their classmates getting tutoring, he didn’t care, he was getting the work done and understanding it better.
Dante was actually very impressed with how dedicated that Y/n was to her work, she would tutor someone for an hour, then do her own work not once did it look like it was taking a toll on her and she was actually happy to help her fellow classmates because she believes that if we're all in a hard situation, they’ll all pull through. She was inspirational. That’s probably how he started to fall for her.
He didn’t officially know when he began to like her, maybe it was after he had been praised by her when he showed her the B plus on the quiz after their first tutoring session. Or maybe it was when she smiled at him for finally understanding how databases worked in sales, or maybe when they spent an entire session just geeking over food and getting to know each other more behind the scenes than her the other classmates.
Dante texted her first, nothing related to the upcoming test that would officially signify if they would be able to move on to junior year. It was a simple ‘Wyd’ that started off the conversation and it went on from there. Both sending links to restaurants that looked good, then it shifted to more personal conversation.
However, the day before their final exam, Dante wanted to talk with Y/n about something and they both met at the library. They sat at the same table when they first started and Dante was for once stuck on what to say to her. His feelings for her were real, he just didn’t know how to say it.
Would she even feel the same way?
“What are we doing here, Dante? What do you want from me?” Y/n asked, breaking him from his clouded thoughts.
“Y/n…I’m just going to be honest about my feelings. When I first started tutoring with you, I thought I would still struggle with the classwork but, then you took the time out of your schedule to help me not just understand, but become confident in myself that with what I learned and utilize your teachings into my work. I just want to say, thank you. For everything, and” he grabbed her left hand looking in her eyes.
“With these past couple of weeks, I actually began to like you, how we got to know one another, and even relate to a lot of things, and even agreeing that pickles do not belong on pizza.” he joked.
“In some cases they do, Dante.” she says with a smile.
“You’re crazy.” they both laugh and Y/n scooted her chair closer to him.
“I was wondering…” Dante begins, he moves closer, his eyes flickering down to her lips then back to her eyes.
“Yeah?” Closer.
“If you want to date?” his eyes start to close and lean in.
Before their lips touch, someone clears their throat loudly to their left and they move back to look at the librarian who was giving them a pointed look.
“If you two plan on fornicating, I would suggest not doing it in the library.” she says and turns to walk away with a swish of her long skirt.
Y/n puts a hand over her face in embarrassment and laughs quietly, Dante blushes but also laughs.
“How about after our exam, we go to that new cake place? I saw the parfaits there looked pretty good.” he offered and Y/n smiled giving his cheek a kiss.
The next morning, Dante woke up nervous as hell. Today was the day of the exam and in just an hour would be the final chance he had to go further in his education.
His phone pinged and he unlocked it to see a message from Y/n, an instant boost of confidence shooting up into his body.
“You got this!” it read and Dante actually felt really good about today now.
When he walked up to his classroom door, he took a deep breath then with a straight back walked inside and put in all the studying, and training he was given into the paper that was placed in front him; a flow state that he had set up for himself and feeling it all the way to the end.
In just a couple of hours, all his exams were done and Dante finally let out a long sigh, everything was over. Now, all he had to do was wait. He found a bench to sit on outside of his dorm building and put his hands over his face.
“Dante!” he hears a call behind him and looks up to see Y/n running up to him with a big smile on her lips. His own smile is sent her way and Y/n makes her seat next to him.
“How did you do?” she asked.
“I think I did good, well I did everything I needed to do and applied it to the test.” He says confidently.
“How about you?” he questioned.
“I did good, some things kind of stumped me but I got it done.” Dante nodded in agreement, some of the material was tricky but it was good that they practiced prior to taking the test.
“Well, since exams are over, are you ready to go?” Dante asked and Y/n nodded standing up. Dante held out his hand to her and Y/n took it with no problem.
“What did you want to eat?” Y/n asked.
“Well…”
Hands gripped the blue sheets below her as her back arched off the bed, her moans echoing all throughout the dorm. Y/n’s legs were on Dante’s shoulders as he bit and slurped away at her pussy, holding a tight grip on her thighs as she squirmed.
Dante’s huge tongue dips into her hole then circles her clit, a kiss to the clit pushes Y/n to cumming on his face and her back arching off the bed. Dante drank every drop and gave her a demonic grin as he watched her pant.
“I’m sure you can give me more than one of those sweet faces, gorgeous. Shall we go again?” he questions moving down to start again but his phone pings. Picking up his phone that had been tossed away on the floor, he read the notification from the grading center and nearly fainted at the sight.
An A plus.
He got an A plus. He did it. He really did it!
A shuddered laugh leaves his gaped mouth and he shows Y/n who looks at the screen with blown out pupils. She smiled at the screen and clapped for him.
“Congratulations Dante, I told you, you could do it!” she says and Dante stands to his feet removing his shorts and underwear, his dick standing at attention and gets in between her legs. Laying his body on top of her, his hands go to her hips and slowly enters her, the sensation of her heat enveloping him made him hiss in pleasure.
“God you’re the best. Thank you for everything.” Dante praised as his hips started to move up and down. Y/n holds onto his back as his dick quickly finds her sweet spongy spot, hitting it just right and making her bite and lick at his neck.
“Praise me some more.” he moaned into her neck and started circling his hips as he thrusted harder.
“You’re so smart Dante, it’s so sexy how smart you are.” she says trying to keep her mind sated. How he was sexing her was making her go crazy.
“More.” he moans again and raises his upper body slightly to thrust deeper inside her and to watch her face contort in pleasure. Y/n had come quickly, how he was moving his hips got her to finish early and Dante wasn't too far behind, pressing inside of her to coat her insides thoroughly.
He didn’t allow her to recover from her high because, as soon as Y/n’s back had settled back onto the bed below her, Dante was picking her up into his arms and shifted his knees to sit below her bottom. He bounced her on his dick, making the woman wrap her arms around his neck and moan once more. Dante had become ravenous, both from elation of his final grade and how much he couldn’t get enough from how tight she was around his dick. His hands wrapped around her lower waist to push her closer and his dick was now fully disappearing inside of her, reaching a whole new depth than before.
“God lovey, you feel wonderful!” Dante says kissing her quickly then leaving bite marks on her neck.
“Dante, yes!” she moaned her feet pointing behind him as she let her head loll back in pleasure.
The t-shirt that she wore was pulled up and Dante latched onto a breast like a hungry babe and licked and sucked. Her thick thighs were perfect against his body and promptly rubbed and squeezed on them.
Y/n had come again and her body seized up in pleasure against Dante, her back arched in an unnatural bow and a scream leaving her lips. Dante’s hips didn’t stop, if anything with how hard she came, he was urged forward to bring her into another release.
Spinning her around on his dick, Dante pressed her upper body to the wall and held her hips as he continued thrusting her into the wall. Y/n tried to find anything to hold onto but could only take what he was giving her. Her hand reached back to slow down his brutal thrusting but Dante snatched her hand and placed it in front of her to make her touch her clit.
“Play with yourself, I want us to come together.” he demands in a husky tone and Y/n does so, too high on pleasure to not disobey.
Her fingers played with her clit like he ordered and with how heavy his breathing was becoming and his hips moving harder, Y/n heard him yell out and his dick press deep inside her to once again coat her insides and Y/n right there with him, nearly passing out from the pleasure.
Dante finally, slipped out of Y/n, watching as she fell onto the bed panting heavily and shaking from the pleasure. Dante panted as well, falling over on the bed to bring Y/n close to his chest.
“Fuck.” He utters and placed a hand over his eyes.
“That was crazy but soooo amazing.” Y/n said, dazed still and curled up to Dante’s side.
Dante leaned down and kissed her, holding her cheek, pouring all of his heart into her.
“Thank you.” He says gratefully.
Y/n just smiles and then pinches him.
“If you’re going to do that again, then you need to feed me prior to all of that. I nearly passed out.” Y/n laughs and Dante gives her a sheepish smile.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait.” He says apologetic.
Asakusa, the town that was vastly populated by people who had lived here for generations and were accustomed to more of a traditional lifestyle, was brimming with a new sense of community. The height of tourists had come from the East to get the same sense of traditional hospitality that would really set them in another era of Japan, bringing a lot of money to the region but making a certain man unhappy.
Well, he was never really happy anyway, this instead annoyed him to no end, new people coming into his town just brought more trouble than needed and now he needed to bring in more protection to ensure that his home remained safe. It was never ending.
The captain of Special Fire Force Company 7, Benimaru Shinmon watched from a tall building close to HQ to look over the civilians moseying about around the village, the sight of familiar faces interacting with their neighbors and some opening their stores for the night. Then there were new faces, no doubt tourists making sure that they are getting their full trips worth it by asking the locals what information they needed to get them to where they needed to go. The further they were away from Asakusa, the better, he thought. He sighed and crossed his arms, thankfully the infernals haven’t been attacking the town as of late, but he feared that they were just waiting for an opportunity to do so.
“Miss Y/n! Miss Y/n!” His mismatched eyes landed on the plethora of children who were calling the name of a woman he was all too familiar with. Unwillingly at that. He watched as they ran on the gravelled street below him to a woman who was in a crotch with opened arms. A total of 15 kids scrambled around her figure, each one getting a hug from her. Each wore a backpack and a hat, a special occasion for what they were all meeting the woman for.
“Hello everyone!” she says hugging the last two kids in front of her.
“You ready?” she asks them, and they return with cheers as their answer and Y/n grins.
Benimaru’s right brow ticked in annoyance, why were they all so loud? They were like that boy Shinra and the reason he was out here was to get some peace and quiet from the likes of said boy. Him and the twins.
Miss Y/n as she is so affectionately called by the youth, was an activity leader in Asakusa, making all sorts of events and games for the people of Asakusa; if it weren’t for her the majority of the festivities that happened here wouldn’t be as grand as any other town. She was the embodiment of a party planner and made sure that everyone was involved. Benimaru couldn’t stand her.
He originally met Y/n when she first came to live in Asakusa three years ago for the Spiderlily festival, the biggest festival of the year at the end of Summer before school started again for the kids. It was protocol for any newcomers to meet the village elders first then the mayor, but Y/n was a special case. She was to stay in Asakusa for a week for preparation of the festival and would need to meet with the fire force first before she could start. To be frank, the Spiderlily festival called for a lot of fireworks and one of the captains from the fire force needed to be a part of the meeting for the festival, also to go over safety measures as well. Unfortunately, Akitaro wasn’t available to take his place like he normally did.
So when Y/n brought in the plans of how the festival would be set up with even more food stands and the upcharge of even more dangerous fireworks made Benimaru speak up for the first time.
“No. The amount of fireworks that you’re asking for could cause some serious problems.” He says with his arms crossed.
“Noted. But as you know, the Spiderlily festival is a three day event, and every evening as the festival ends, there are fireworks. Fortunately, these fireworks are good for the environment and won't cause any problems to people’s lungs.” Y/n is quick to respond with her arms crossed as well. Y/n didn’t like the attitude he had, from when he walked in the room and how he was throughout the meeting: not engaging with the elders, giving half-assed answers on his thoughts of what people can do if they bring their own crafts to decorate, and so on. It was like he was only there to fill a quota.
“What kind of fireworks are you offering to the festival Miss Y/n?” one of the event planners asked.
“These are new fireworks that a friend of mine was able to make, they're safe and quick.” she turns around to shuffle through the bag that she had brought with her. In her hands was a long tube that could pass off as a pool noodle that had a string attached to the side. Pulling the string, the top opened like a blooming flower and out came sparkles of red and orange, shaped into a rabbit that animatedly hopped around for a few seconds then disappeared. Clapping and excited ‘oh's' is heard from the people in the meeting, other than Benimaru who was looking at the entire thing, bored.
“How many do you have of these?” a woman next to her questions.
“I only have three to show as a demonstration but I can get more.” Y/n answered.
“Do they come in different shapes?” another asks.
“Yes, each one has a picture of what is inside once you pull the string. I am also told they come in different sizes as well.” Y/n says holding up the side to show the picture of a rabbit.
“What are they called?” one asks.
“Blooms, since they open up like a flower first then the sparks come out in a boom. Please remember: this is STILL a firework, and like any regular firework can hurt or kill you, I stress this now to make you all aware of the consequences.” she says and watches as everyone nods in understanding, including Benimaru.
“It’s also easier to trash as well, so the sight of burnt firework cases will not be a problem,” she holds both ends of the tube, crushing it down like an empty can and throwing it away in the recycling bin.
“And they’re environmentally friendly.” she finished and claps are heard again. She smiles at all the men and women in the meeting then bows. Her eyes cut at Benimaru and she looks him up and down in annoyance.
Once the meeting was concluded, Y/n gave her friend’s information to the head of the event planner and began packing up her belongings. Once she was done packing, Y/n made her way out the building and started her trek to the bus stop. She could see that it was already mid evening and hoped that she'd make it to the bus stop on time to catch her train.
“Hey.” a gruff voice calls from behind her and Y/n didn’t stop her stride to the bus stop. Heavy footsteps come walking up behind her.
“Hey.” their tone becomes louder and firmer. Y/n still ignored them.
“HEY!” Y/n is stopped in her tracks when a huge body blocks her path. Her eyes look up to see the ever brooding Benimaru Shinmon looking down at her with an annoyed look.
“Can I help you?” Y/n deadpanned.
“I was calling you.” he responds and Y/n crosses her arms.
“I don’t respond to ‘hey’, that’s for horses. I have a name.” she sasses.
“Well, you’re acting like an ass.” he claps back and Y/n looks at him with a raised brow.
“That’s a donkey, dumbass. If you’re going to clapback, at least have the right animal set up before you crash and burn.” she finalized and walked around him to continue her walk.
“Miss. Y/n.” he calls in an aggravated tone. This time she stops and turns around with a pleased smile.
“Now, was that so hard? How can I help you Benimaru-san?”
He placed his hands in his pockets and for a short time stood quietly, Y/n patiently waited for him to start speaking.
“There won't be any more buses coming to this stop this evening, you’ll have to go four blocks over to get to the next bus stop.” he said and Y/n pulled out her phone to see what time it was. It was already 5:30 and the last train she would be able to catch would leave at 6:30.
“Well, thank you for letting me know. I can find my own way home. I appreciate it.” She waved him off and started up her walk again.
“You don’t-” he begins and Y/n turned around to look at him.
“You don’t have to take the bus, you can come to the rest house for the night.” He offered.
“Rest house?” Y/n parrots. Benimaru nods.
“Yes, it’s just a few blocks away. You have to be at the event center tomorrow anyway, you can stay there for the night.” He concludes and Y/n crosses her arms, giving him a suspicious look.
“What’s the catch?” She says suddenly and Benimaru rolls his eyes. What’s the catch she asks, he pressed a hand to his forehead in irritation.
“There’s no catch, I’m just saving you a bus fare. It’s your choice, I'm just giving you a cheaper alternative.” He said.
Y/n pondered his offering, she did have a long way to get back to her hotel and with how late it was becoming it wouldn’t be safe to travel alone.
“Fine. Lead the way.” She finally conceded and Benimaru nods.
“Do you need help carrying that?” He points to her bag she was toting.
“My, aren’t you courteous?” She says handing over her bag. Y/n watched him sling the bag over his back and walked in front of her to guide her to the rest house.
True to his word, there was indeed a test house just a couple blocks away and Y/n looked over the building with curiosity, normally these were inside fire stations.
“Come on.” Benimaru calls to her from the front door and Y/n hurries after him.
Inside, it was exactly like how any other house would look; there was equipment on the walls and uniforms with boots. They remove their shoes and walk further into the building.
Benimaru led her to a sliding door and opened it to a room with a small dresser to the left and a kotatsu table in the middle. Benimaru sets her bag down by the door and goes over to the dresser and takes out a futon and pillow.
He lays out the futon, placing the pillow on top and motions with his hand for her to come closer. She bows in thanks and picks up her bag bringing it over to the futon.
“I can check to see if there is any food that can be cooked real quick.” He said and Y/n gave him a confused look.
“You’re staying as well?” She asked and Benimaru shrugged.
“I don’t have to go back to my unit until tomorrow anyway, I’ll stay here for the night and…host.” He says awkwardly.
Y/n shrugs but then shakes her head, remembering his question.
“To answer your question, no I’m not hungry. I had a bento before I left the event center but if you have any liquor I’ll take that.” She says as she takes out her night clothes and bonnet.
“Liquor? A little too early to be drinking isn’t it?” He teased and Y/n gave him a smirk.
“It’s never too early to party.” She says and gets up holding a bag and some clothes under her arm.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
“Just down the hallway.” He points to the door down the hall and watches her leave the room to go inside the bathroom and he leaves to head to the kitchen.
Raiding the cabinets and pantry, he finds a small bottle of sake and two cups then returns to Y/n’s room. He sets the bottle on the table and pours for two, then opens the door leading to the backyard to show the town below.
He takes a seat at the kotatsu and watches the city lights below, a serene atmosphere that lifts his spirits a bit. Footsteps are heard from behind him and Benimaru turns around to see Y/n come back into the room. His eyes nearly pop out of his head at the sight of her nightgown. A silk lace nightgown glistened against her brown skin too well and Benimaru turned away to hide his blushing face.
“Oh sake! Is it strawberry flavored?” She asked, sitting at the kotatsu as well.
“It’s the original.” Benimaru says quickly, still turned away.
“Oh, well thank you for pouring it for me.” She smiles in his direction then throws it back. She lets out a satisfying ‘aah’ and holds out her cup for another serving.
Benimaru finally turns around and pours her another cup, Y/n happily takes another quick drink and Benimaru finally takes a drink as well.
After a while the two of them slumped over the kotatsu, slightly tipsy and two empty bottles of sake lied on the table.
“I don’t understand why you’re so annoyed with everything, people just want to talk to you.” Y/n’s words slurred and Benimaru sucked his teeth.
“People talk too much, I don’t like to talk to people like that.” He said, his words slurring as well.
“You’re talking to me.” Y/n pointed at him.
“Because you’re in the rest house. I can’t leave you here alone.” He says.
“I’m not going to take anything.” She replies downing another drink.
“I didn’t say you would.”
“But you didn’t say I wouldn’t.” She clapped back.
“What? You don’t need anything else to drink.” He missed her hand to take away the cup and Y/n laughed at his slip up.
Benimaru tries again but Y/n is quicker moving the cup away and watching him fall on the ground. Benimaru and Y/n continued their tango of trying to get the cup but, when Y/n raised it over her head, Benimaru landed on top of her.
An awkward silence has now bloomed between them and Benimaru gets off of her. Y/n placed the cup back on the table and looked down at her hands, they were able to sober up a bit as well.
“Sorry.” He says and Y/n shakes her head.
“It’s okay, we’ve both been drinking. It’s getting late.” She says and Benimaru rubs the back of his neck.
“Have you lived here long?” She brings up.
“I’ve lived here my entire life. I was adopted by the fire force captain.” He tells her and Y/n nods.
“Wow, your dad must be proud.” She says.
Benimaru looks down at his empty cup then to the city below.
“I hope so.” He aired.
Y/n moved to sit beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Look, I’m really looking forward to the festival, and I think it would be a really good idea to help me set up the Blooms tomorrow. I could use the help.”
“I don’t have time for that.” He rebutted and Y/n raised a brow at that.
“Really? Because in the meeting earlier it is tradition for the captain of the fire force and his crew to both attend AND help the event planners. Going back on your word doesn’t seem like your character.” She voiced.
Benimaru frowned, then thought back to the meeting earlier.
Flashback
“And before we conclude today’s meeting, the fire force will attend the Spiderlily festival to help set up?” One of the event planners asked while looking down at a paper.
Benimaru, clearly not paying attention, nods.
“Great, we will conclude today’s meeting and will go ahead with our supply check. Thank you all for today.”
End of flashback
Benimaru curses quietly and Y/n smirks in triumph.
“Now that that’s done with…wanna fuck?” Benimaru’s eyes widened, startled by her outrageous outburst and Y/n’s sticks her tongue out showing him how long it was.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” She slithers her tongue close to his face where it nearly touches his nose then pulls away.
“What’s the catch?” He brings her question back and Y/n laughs as a sultry look is sent his way.
“Are you willing to find out?” She teased sitting on her knees in front of him.
Benimaru looks her over and then his hand finds itself wrapped around her throat.
“Set a safe word.” He demands his hand tightening slightly around her neck.
“Hmmm…sake.” She purred.
“What’s the word again?”
“Sake.” She affirmed and Benimaru brought her close for a deep kiss, ripping away her nightgown and laying her down. Benimaru marveled over her body and played with her breasts for a bit then left a trail of kisses and bite marks from her neck to her bellybutton. Only her underwear was keeping him away from what he desired and he brought his mouth over her clothed clit, licking it gently.
He ripped her underwear in the middle and pulled the cloth aside to show her glistening pussy then eats away. His tongue treatment is gentle as he takes a nips at her clit and Y/n has no choice but to place her legs over his shoulders.
Y/n arched her back as she felt his tongue enter her hole and swirl around somehow reaching the spot inside of her. Y/n felt how deep his tongue was reaching inside of her and played with her breasts.
Once he had his fill, Benimaru removed his tongue with her cum leaving a trail behind and then took off his uniform. Once he was completely naked, Benimaru then lies down on his back and motions for her to get on top of him.
Y/n shakily sits up and crawls over his body until she is nested on top of his chest. He helps her turn around and brings her head down to his dick, she automatically knows what she needs to do and takes his dick into her hand, placing kisses along the head and down to his balls.
While she was doing that, Benimaru uses his pointer finger to stretch out her pussy, steadily fingering her and adding another finger inside of her slippery hole.
Y/n engulfed his dick into her mouth and started bobbing up and down, coating it in her spit and dribble and paying great attention to his balls as well. Benimaru moaned softly at her hot mouth continually enveloping his dick and bucked his hips up into her mouth from time to time.
Benimaru kept up with scissoring his fingers inside of her, even adding his thumb to play with her clit and licking up the cum that dripped out.
Y/n moaned around his dick and pumped it to help him grow closer to his release, she stopped pumping when he suddenly smacked her ass.
“No one told you to rub my dick, keep sucking.” He commands and Y/n does so.
Benimaru watches her pussy tighten around his fingers and based on the way she moaned, she had come on his fingers. Her pussy’s cum dripped down his chest and Benimaru removed his fingers to lick it up.
Just from her cumming, Y/n stuffed her mouth all the way down his dick till it reached the back of her throat, Benimaru comes as well and Y/n gulps it all.
Removing her mouth, Benimaru groans softly at the sudden cold air and lifts her up to drop her on his dick. Y/n gasps at the sudden intrusion and starts moving her hips, circling them to have him reach that same deep feeling from before.
Benimaru held her hips as he watched her move above him, the sensation of her pussy around his dick was like euphoria. Y/n pants as she slaps her ass down on him, placing her hands on her knees to bring it down harder and turning her head over her shoulder to see his contorted face.
“Fuck, enough of this.” He growls and suddenly sits up. Benimaru moved her to lay beneath him, and spread her legs wider to thrust into her again.
Y/n moaned as she ran her nails down his chest, a blissed out smile on her lips. He was fucking her so good and she couldn’t help but want more.
“More!” She moaned.
Benimaru’s hands wrap around her neck, squeezing slightly and Y/n gasping in excitement. Just by doing that, Benimaru felt her walls squeeze around him and groaned loudly. Thrusting harder, he squeezed just a bit more and then Y/n’s back arch into his chest, along with her pussy soaking him and the ground below them.
Still not finished, Benimaru removed his hands from her neck and Y/n gave him a heated look, it seems that she was just as eager to continue as he was. Moving to lay on her stomach, Y/n wagged her bare ass at him indicating that she wanted to be mounted by him, a naughty look sent around her shoulder.
Benimaru grabs her hips and pressed his hips against her ass and pushes her head down onto the ground, keeping her there as he starts thrusting again.
“Take all of me, you will feel every inch of me in your little pussy.” He growled and Y/n moved her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Benimaru-san!” She moans and Benimaru wraps an arm around her waist to pull her unimaginably closer to his crotch. If she tried to escape, she wouldn’t be able to move even if she wanted to.
“Benimaru-san!” He was getting closer and gritted his teeth.
“Benimaru-san!” Just a little closer.
“Waka!” Benimaru’s eyes widened and his mismatched irises turned to his right to find Shinra calling him. His eyes blinked in confusion as he realized that he was stuck in a flashback.
“Come on, we have to get going for patrol!” Shinra says, then turns to leave.
Benimaru looks down from his perch to see Y/n looking back at him, a smirk on her lips and her tongue slithering out then back into her mouth. She sends a wink his way and Benimaru scoffs.
