SANJI can cum untouched. That’s a fact that never fails to present itself.
After a particularly busy day in the galley, SANJI dragged his feet to your room, hoping to hold or be held by you. What he opened the door to was better than any one of those things.
You’re on the bed wearing nothing but his button up half buttoned, exposing your stomach and navel, and the panties he’s told you are his favorite. Those same panties have a wet patch with your slick. You’re lying on his side of the bed, your head lying on his pillow. It’ll smell like you for a long time.
Blood started pumping to his dick. It wasn’t long before it was straining against his slacks. The cigarette in his mouth wobbled and SANJI had to bite down to keep it from falling out.
You weren’t helping. You sat up, smiled, and pinched the last button concealing your chest. You didn’t undo it but the image of the top slipping and revealing the swell your breasts was too much for him.
Each breath came out in ragged pants as SANJI grabbed the door frame to steady himself. His cock was throbbing and it was painful and it only intensified until his balls tightened and his climax washed over him. The cigarette fell out of his mouth, smoke emitting from the ground.
Your brows slightly furrowed before figuring out what went down. The biggest clue was the wet patch in his pants. You chuckled as you stood from the bed and pulled SANJI into the room by his tie. He managed to kick the door closed.
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
Imagine Sylus realizing you haven’t called out of work in over 4 months so he gives you a proper reason to call out the following day by fucking you to the point you genuinely can’t walk without a limp...
“I can’t… I can’t feel… Sylus…!” You didn’t even know it was possible for your legs to bend this far, nevermind that you were this flexible in the first place. His grip on the back of your thighs only grows tighter, squeezing your flesh a little harder as he applies more pressure down.
“Yes you can… you can take it… you’re going to keep taking it like the good girl you are… like the good girl you’ve been…” You can’t control the whimper that leaves you, head tossing back as he presses more of his weight down on you… into you.
The mating press is brutal, your thighs are nearly crushing your breasts at this point. Your spine curves awkwardly, your hands are digging into your calves, you’ve lost all feeling below your waist.
Except for where his cock bullies your swollen, overstimulated cunt.
Throbbing with need each time he pounds down into you, swallowing him greedily despite your babbled pleas for him to maybe ease up or slow down. You have work tomorrow, after all.
“You’re not going, clearly I’m not… fucking you hard enough… if you’re still thinking about that …” Even with his stamina, he’s panting from the exertion. Face flushed and aether-core practically blinding. The sight alone is enough to have you crying out, cumming around his cock for the fifth or maybe sixth time since he’s entered you.
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."
You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.
His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."
He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.
The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."
As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.
"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."
Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.
His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.
He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.
can’t talk rn my mouth’s gagged with her panties >_0 !
“haaahh—fuck baby just like that—nngh…”
“god you’re just a whore satoru. it’s disgusting.” you mewled, your hand pumping his flushed cock, up and down, his thighs shaking slowly while he throbbed in your hold. it was filthy, almost pornographic, the way he was moaning while you were giving him a mere handjob.
you whisked your hand away, with gojo practically whimpering at the loss of contact, before you slowly bent over, getting rid of your pretty blue laced panties, while gojo eyed your dripping cunt like a man starved.
you turned around, moving closer to him panties in hand while he eyed you like prey.
“you finally gna ride me pretty?” you moaned, almost smug, right before you leaned over, cupping his jaw, staring him right in the face.
“nah. just getting you to shut the fuck up so i can get the job done.”
“w—wha-mmph!” you shoved the baby blue panties wet with your slick into his mouth, muffling his voice before you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock again, jerking him off, your hands moving in quick strokes while he struggled to form coherent sentences, biting down on your soaked panties while lolling his head back on his stupid chair.
his tip was flushed an angry shade of red, leaking copious amounts of precum while you moved your hand along his dick, occasionally squeezing while he whimpered and whined like the pathetic slut he was.
“mmmph—nngh pphleashh—” tears were brimming at the corners of his eyes, gods you were so mean, it just wasn’t fair. :(
he came in spurts, his cum coating your hands and his abs while he whimpered into your panties, his cock slowly softening in your grasp before you gave it a final squeeze.
you moved your hands up, finally taking the panties out of his mouth, his drool pooling around his lips—a string of saliva connecting him to your poor, stained panties.
“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ‘toru?”
and he swore he could feel his cock slowly harden. again.
yeah im a genius yooo
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.
saw quite a lot of tiktoks say this, this is canon
"Zuko... Zuko. Z-zuzu—!"
Thrust.
"I told you not to call me that either," your husband rasped, both eyes scrunched as he drove his hips forward into you in an attempt to distract him from the sudden bout of disgust he felt at the nickname. Your body rocked in tandem with his, a similar expression — one of utmost pleasure — on your face.
But there was something else swirling with the blissed-out look in your eyes — confusion, maybe even concern.
Zuko's thrusts halted almost immediately, eyes slowly but surely opening. But even the warmth of your cunt couldn't stop him from rutting his increasingly hot length inside of you.
Even if they were micro-thrusts that you could barely feel.
"What... what is it? Why are you looking at me?"
But you weren't looking at Zuko — not directly, at least. Your eyes were drifting upwards, up at the white tendrils of smoke that were wafting off of your husbands body and hair.
"...are you close?"
Zuko's face soured immediately.
It was comical how fast his singular brow dropped, the warm hue on his cheeks spreading up to his ears and tinging them with a charming shade of red. The nerve. Had you not been his wife, he would've—
"No," he spat, adamant he wasn't close to blowing a load inside you barely three thrusts in. "We've just started. C-can't be close already."
Which was bullshit. Total, utter, bullshit.
Zuko knew it, too, with the way his balls were beginning to seize up on him. The ache in his groin was growing all too familiar, and you could both feel the temperature in the bedroom increasing drastically.
Sue him, his wife's pussy felt obscenely good.
"You're close, Zu. Can feel you— fuck, growing hotter inside of me." you murmured weakly, fanning your hand in the air to get rid of some of the steam. The minute ruttings from the firelord had ceased completely the moment you said that.
Seriously?
"Can't be. You're lying again."
"Am not," you retorted, voice choked. "It-it's so hot, Zuko. You're burning."
At that point, you were panting, hands flat against Zuko's sweaty stomach that tensed further under your wandering touch. He wouldn't budge at your measly attempts of pushing him off, but the second you flinched at the searing heat blooming across your palm, he lifted his bulky self off of you.
A war was fighting within you — putting any of the former battles Zuko had ever fought before to absolute shame.
Should you let your husband stave off the sex just so he could take a second to cool down, or should you have clenched your aching pussy, milk him for all he was worth and risk a hypothetical third degree burn?
Stupidly, you chose the latter option. A breathy whimper slipped out from between your kiss-bitten lips as you clenched your walls to keep him snug inside, eliciting a hiss from the man above.
"No, don't do that. You'll... it'll hurt you." Your husband mirrored your actions but more carefully, fingertips dancing against your bare stomach in an attempt to keep you settled. "I'll come back, always do."
"So empty, Zuko," you complained somewhat half-heartedly. "I don't like how empty I feel. You know I don't, but you keep working yourself up, 'n we keep stopping. All I want to do is feel good with you."
You could only shuffle into a seated position, fanning your hand again towards the direction of his face. Unable to touch you, Zuko simply watched through brooding eyes — looking like a kicked dog at the prospect of not filling you up tonight the way you deserved. When you huffed out a laugh, ignoring the emptiness down below, so did he. Kind of, as much as warrior like he could muster.
"I'm... sorry. Maybe we should keep a washcloth on standby," Zuko suggested somwhat softly as he tried catching his breath with you. Steam continued to radiate off of his hunched form funnily enough, drawing out a soft grin from you as you pushed his long hair back over his sturdy shoulders.
"That'd look funny," you teased, running a nail down his middle, all the way down to the base of his cock. Zuko's jaw clenched, leaking erection still standing strong and straight. "Watching the water evaporate right. Back. Off. Of. You."
Each word was punctuated with a flick of your wrist after you had experimentally wrapped your fingers around your husbands length — albeit somewhat loosely in case he was still hot to the touch.
Zuko had calmed down somewhat, distracted by the conversation. But the second your fingers met his skin, the steam came back, drifting off into nowhere. It wasn't hard to approach dangerously close to climax when his beloveds nude body was before him, marked with the physical evidence of love itself.
Withdrawing again, you stifled a grin and shook your head. "If only I could find a waterbender... Katara maybe—"
Kakashi would be genuinely enthusiastic the first time you asked him to make it more rough. He adapts seamlessly to your desires, restraining his own instinct to take you how he wants it.
So much so that he found far too much pleasure in it to care for even a second about your nails digging into his back, dragging down toward his waist as your sweet, desperate voice begged him.
“Mhmm, Kakashi…”
He nestled his face into your neck, moving slowly, carefully inside you as your body tightened around his painfully hard dick.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“More, please…Ah!” He tested a harsher thrust that almost made your eyes roll back, your legs locking around him, pulling a groan from his lips.
“More, you say?” He cradled your head against his collarbone as he began driving into you so rough your lungs barely had time to catch a breath between each pound, tears streaking down your cheeks.
Yet, when you noticed after a little trail of blood from the mark you had left on him, Kakashi only lifted an eyebrow at your saddened expression.
“What happened?”
Too shy to voice it, you merely pointed with your eyes. He turned to glance at the mirror, and contrary to your fears, Kakashi’s dick grew hard again.
He chuckled as you hid under the pillow, only your timid, lovely eyes peeking out.
“Don’t worry about it. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you did some more…”
He loomed over you, his smirk pronounced as he gently lowered the pillow concealing your beautiful body.
🍃 Itachi
Itachi is especially focused on how you feel, never overstepping or pushing your limits—perhaps only when he enjoys edging you until you’re crying from pleasure. But rough? He’d need to be absolutely certain before even considering it.
His breath faltered, whispering against your lips as you reached for more and more of him, desperate to feel him closer.
“Are you sure, [Name]?”
“Mhmm, please, my love—” Your sinful words caught him off guard, especially as your hand pressed against his back, urging him closer. “You never go too rough… But I—I need it, Itachi—”
He couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped as your plea left your mouth. Lifting his head to gaze at you one more time, his lips captured yours, while his hand pinned yours against the mattress as he began to move—slowly, yet with enough roughness to make you cry out his name. Occasionally, his voice broke through in whispers of reassurance: “My lover take me so well… Mhm… just like that.”
Afterward, as he began covering your body in reverent kisses, murmuring his gratitude in every touch, his head lowered further down, his back exposed to you. You gasped at the scratching marks you saw there.
He raised his head, waiting patiently for you to speak, knowing your talkative side during moments like this was only ever temporary.
“I-Itachi… your back.”
You hid your eyes behind your hands, but he leaned closer, nuzzling into your face and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“It’s a price I gladly pay for you, [Name].”
🍃 Shikamaru
As you bounced up and down on him, Shikamaru’s mouth fell open only to spill praise over you as you do all the work.
“Feel…fuck—so good, babe.”
But your whines wouldn’t stop as you struggled to move faster, desperate to take him deeper. You buried your head into his neck.
“I-I want more…”
His dick twitched inside you at your timid words, his hands sliding over your hips as he pulled you down at the same time his own thrusts rose to meet you, driving even deeper.
“Yeah, want it rougher? Then take it rougher, babe—”
Without pulling out, he shifted you onto your back, his pace suddenly plunging so deep it stole every breath from your lungs. His teeth sank into his own lip so hard he swore blood might spill, just like the sting he felt on his back from your scratches. Yet he stayed silent, unwilling to break the moment when your cries of pleasure were so utterly raw.
When at last both of you finished, he collapsed onto his back on the bed, one eye closed, the other cracking open toward you.
“What did I do to deserve such punishment, huh?”
You turned your head away immediately, guilt flushing through you so strong you couldn’t meet his gaze. Shikamaru noticed at once, and with a sudden pull that made you yelp, he dragged you onto his chest, wrapping you in a loose embrace as he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Shh… it was worth it.”
🍃 Naruto
“I-I want to try it rougher.”
Usually, he was the one making you blush with his raw, unfiltered words. But right now? Naruto found himself stammering, his cheeks instantly flushed.
“Y-you want me—want me to go r-rougher?”
You nodded slowly, noticing how his pupils dilated at the thought of your body struggling to take him. It only took a moment before Naruto was all over you, carrying your body down with him onto the bed, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. He was already moaning into your sweet mouth, his tongue urgently seeking yours, swirling with hunger.
“Why didn’t you say so, hm?”
You chuckled softly, gazing into his feral eyes.
“I…I just did, Naruto.”
He shook his head dismissively before lowering his mouth over your body until his teeth found the loosened fabric of your bra, tugging it down.
Soon, it was almost a contest—who could moan louder—as his too-hard dick drove into you like his very life depended on it.
“Fuck, baby! You feel so good, so … good. The best—Mhm! I only ever want this — thrust —sweet —thrust —pussy for the rest of my life—”
His dramatic declarations were overwhelming, making your heartbeat race so fast it felt like you might faint. Combined with the force of his thrusts, it made your hands act on their own, dragging across his toned back, leaving scratches that made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open at the sensation.
The moment you realized what you had done, you began to stammer an apology, but he silenced you instantly, kissing you like a starving man as his thrusts grew desperate, teetering on the edge.
“Do it again, baby. Please—I need it!”
🍃 Sasuke
With Sasuke, it wouldn’t take long before you asked for it. You could feel him trying to be gentle, sweet, yet his rough grip betraying him sometimes when you called his name, an undeniable urge to claim you in every possible way. Mentally, he struggled as he moved inside you, barely holding back curses at how well you took him.
When you cupped his cheek, pleading with those sinful, adorable eyes for him to be rougher, it was as if a switch flipped inside him.
“Rougher, hm?”
He flipped you onto your belly, lifting your hips to bend more for him, groaning as he admired the view. He couldn’t resist leaning close, tasting you, teasing your pussy just a little. He parted your folds, licking a string from your needy hole to your swollen clit as your legs trembled.
“Sasuke…”
He raised his head, licking the evidence from his lips, taking himself in hand, mesmerized by how tightly you held him. Your grip was already too much, and he gripped your hips rougher.
“Stop that if you want more.”
You obeyed instantly, yet your body still trembled uncontrollably. When he began again, deeper, rougher, your voice could barely manage anything but his name. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, reaching that point where every thrust, hitting and pressing, pushed him closer to the edge—until he pulled out, flipping you onto your back again.
He needed to see your face as he came; it was mandatory, a look reserved only for him. The shake of his teeth against your neck compelled you to do the same, marking him with your nails along his back, drawing a hiss from him.
“Fuck, [Name]—What are you doing to…me?”
The question meant something else entirely, because in response to your touch, his thrusts became sloppy, almost careless, yet each one made him teeter on the brink, imagining both of you leaving marks on each other.
An impulse of possessiveness surged as he saw his bite on your neck, yet your eyes…were sad? As your fingers traced lightly across his back, he hesitated.
“What are you thinking about?”
You met his gaze shyly.
“Are you upset with me?”
Upset? More like obsessed. Yet, he didn’t say that out loud.
“No. It’s fine.”
Only the faint blush on his cheek betrayed a hint of the truth.
🍃 Obito
Obito can barely restrain himself each time he’s inside you—he’s utterly obsessed with your pussy. Especially eating her. He’d gladly stay between your thighs the whole day if only you allowed him. But being inside you? Ah, he could lose himself in you anytime you desired, always at your disposal.
“Mhm, my baby likes it? Tell me how much you like it, [Name].”
“Obito, deeper! I want you deeper—”
You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Obito began driving into you harder, moaning against your lips as your body stretched further around his dick.
“Yeah? You want me deep inside you? To feel me here?” He guided your hand above your waist, and your eyes widened when you realized just how deep he was, almost sending you over the edge with that feeling alone. Instead, your nails dug into his back hard enough to make him hiss, but he only thrust deeper.
“Fuck, baby—Yes, let it out on me. All of it.”
When you buried your face against his chest after both of you came undone in an explosive rush, Obito tried to coax your flustered expression to meet his gaze, but you only whispered shyly, ashamed.
“I’m so sorry, baby… I hurt you…”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you over him as he rolled onto his back.
“I love it, [Name]. I love seeing you lose yourself for me like that.”
You blinked twice at his smiling face before resting your head against his chest, blushing.
“You’re insane…”
🍃 Neji
Between you and Neji, there was always an unspoken battle of silence—both of you too introverted by nature, making it hard not to say something when the quiet felt heavy. Yet the gentleness he carried each time he had you was so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but plead, staring at him as he hovered above you, moving in and out of you so slowly, so sweetly, his hand clasped with yours beside your head.
“N-Neji?”
He glanced down at your lips, then at your eyes, faltering in his movements as though afraid of doing something wrong. He only murmured a soft, “Hm?”
“C-can you do it… rougher?”
He froze inside you at that, eyes widening as he felt himself twitch, the urge to move nearly undoing him. He held back just enough, then did exactly as you asked—his pace quickening, driving deeper.
At some point, you were stunned by him, as though he was punishing your pussy, his mouth falling open, struggling to contain his sounds as the entire bed shook.
“[Name]!”
You barely stopped your nails from digging into his back, but the damage was already done.
Still, he wasn’t angry; he too felt himself losing control. When he pulled you into his arms at the end, his voice was anxious as he whispered.
“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?”
You looked at him, nearly on the verge of tears.
“No! It’s my fault, I’m sorry—you felt so good that I didn’t think—“
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”
He stroked your head as you rested it against his chest, your panic dissolving in the calm of his voice.
four men x overcoming the perversions they feel towards you. (spoiler, they never do.) | art by : syllysmot & mochikuyo on twt
CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUTTY, bi coded yuji and bi coded light x L action, m!masturbation, panty/socks stealing, peeping tom behavior, cyber stalking, plushie fucking, dry humping, frotting, mentions of porn, non con exhibitionism, non con voyeurism, mentions of the following : fingering, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding kink, usages of a pocket pussy, mutual masturbation, cumshots, implied blowjobs, mild dubcon (?)
TRIGGER WARNINGS : lots of non con practices here, overall skeezy creepy behavior and possibly some dubcon with light and L's??
includes : yuji itadori, armin arlert, light & L
word count : 4k
what's playing : i fink you freeky by die antwoord
*unedited
a/n : hiiiii guys !!! plsss accept my attempt of trying to ease my way out of writers block T_T i have sooo much in the works for you guys but life has been so hectic and on top of that my brain just refuses to let me write like i used to and i'm really sorry abt my sporadic posting :( ty all for bearing w me ilysm! and as always, comments are appreciated <3 hate will be deleted.
Yuji Itadori
poor yuji. poor sweet, kind, and ultra mega virgin yuji
the guilt is eating him alive, the guilt of pretending he’s your normal, fun, and non pervy roommate
when in reality he’s nothing like you assumed him to be
he has a nasty habit of sniffing around your personal items and “borrowing” them when you’re not around
it’s become something like a ritual for him; to slip into your bunk and jerk off with a pair of your underwear, while you’re sat in one of your classes, blissfully unaware of the invasion occurring in your side of the dorm
the guilt always comes after the damage has already been done, what happens beforehand is apprehension and then during the act comes a promise of it being the last time.
the last time he’ll swipe a pair of panties out of the hamper or even a pair of your socks for his own misuse
he loves to tell himself that it’ll be the last time he’ll slip under your blanket and pump his cock with your dirty undergarments flush to his nose like a filthy gas mask
that it’ll be the last time he grabs one of your poor unsuspecting plushies and lays it down after spritzing his favorite perfume of yours over it, grabbing it’s tiny little fluffy waist and dry humping it until it’s torso is limp
that, “after today” he won’t ever groan into your pillow and huff the lingering scent of your shampoo while he drags his hips and aching cock against your plushie
and he especially renounces the act of sniffing the print of your pussy from the gusset of your panties until he gets lightheaded…
because surely it can’t be that hard to curb his appetite for huffing the scent of your sweet cunt clean off your panties, right?
well, once the cum has dribbled down his fist and drooled over his knuckles, he knows the promise he made to himself was a fruitless attempt at grasping onto whatever semblance of a conscience he has left
he just can’t help himself :(
he tries though!!
but honestly, whose bright idea was it to have co-ed dormitories anyway?
they should have taken into account the fact that there’d be loser guys like him and sweet, all too trusting girls like you
guys who have never had the time or bravery to approach a girl, let alone touch one, and that there’d be angels like you who smell as sweet as they act and probably taste the same too, if not sweeter
he thinks that maybe if he wasn’t such a virgin loser with no past experience under his belt, that perhaps he wouldn’t be as pathetic for you as he currently is
because in all honesty, the most he’s done is experiment with his two best friends in his first year of college via a game of spin the bottle with the company of three people, including himself
that night he kissed both megumi and nobara, then he of course watched them kiss, to which after they each took turns kissing random body parts on the other like an uncouth version of twister
they ended the night with excuses of needing to wake up early for an exam despite the fact they shared the same morning class and each person knew there was no exam, but the lie was needed to save face in an awkward situation
when yuji made it back to his dorm at the time, he stayed awake for hours in his bed with a cumbersome boner that he refused to touch
however with you? he can’t help but to take care of his cock whenever you turn him on
he’s surprised he hasn’t started shooting blanks yet with how much cum he’s producing on the daily
it pains him in a sick way, to have so much cum go to waste, when he’d kill to feel your soft, wet cunt swallow his long, thick length and milk him dry until your belly bulges with his load
he’s starting to fall behind in his courses because of these wants, his head is always up in the clouds and his mind is always conjuring images and montages of you inviting him to your bed instead of him sneaking into it, with your pretty legs parted and even prettier cunt dripping down the curve of your ass
he thinks about fucking you in every position possible, experimenting with which ones make you clamp down on his cock the hardest and which is the best angle to watch his cum leak out of you
he thinks about the time you burned yourself with your straightener and how you winced and cried out, whimpering to yourself while padding to the bathroom to take care of the wound
how yes, he did feel terrible that a sweetheart like you had to experience pain in any regard, but he’s also a stupid perv who thinks with the head between his legs more than the one situated atop his shoulders, and couldn’t stop the reaction that occurred beneath his boxers at the sound of you in pain
he wonders if you’d make the same pretty sounds but for different reasons when he breaches past the tight ring of entrance in your cunt, how your pussy would immediately mold around the thick girth of his cock and if you’d cry out in shock the same way, if your thighs would start shaking from the hefty intrusion like the girls in his porn videos do
he already knows and acknowledges you’re leagues more beautiful than those models, or any other girl he’s ever seen for that matter
he just can’t help but wonder if you behave similarly to the nude actresses or if you react in a way that is unique to you and you only
he thinks it's probably the latter, but he does still grow curious when he watches a video and sees a girl grope at her own breasts while she’s getting fucked, and it leads him to wonder if you’d like stimulation there too while you have sex
he makes mental notes as if he’ll ever really get the chance to fuck you, reminding himself to pay attention to your pretty tits, to be liberal with his tongue gliding over your nipples and lips sponging kisses across them until imprints of his mouth burrow into your soft skin
he fantasizes about the way you’d rub your clit, if you like fast and hard circles, tight and concise, or gentle lazy round motions while he pushes and pulls his hips back and forth at a lax pace
if you like to be teased and given no choice but to take what he gives you, if you like to have your head shoved into a pillow and ass bared for him to see while he drags his fingers up and down your drenched little pussy, ghosting over your clit and barely dipping into your hole
he wonders if you’d clench around his fingers like a knee jerk reaction when he finally slips them in, how pretty and earnest you’d sound moaning his name while he stretches you out on his fingers, scissoring his long digits before he works his cock inside you
he’s so desperate to know what you do in the shower, desperate to watch the way you slip your hand between your thighs and wash yourself
he wonders if you ever play with yourself when you’re in there, if you cheekily take a bit longer than necessary when gliding your loofah over your breasts, how the sugary scented suds would bubble and pop over your wet skin or down your thighs and ass
if you slip a finger or two inside that cunt of yours and just fuck yourself on your hand until you can’t take it and go to rub your cute little clit
sometimes he presses an ear up against the bathroom door and closes his eyes while listening to the water hit the tiled walls, imagining you behind the curtain, dripping, warm and soaked from head to toe
he’ll reach down and start to tug on his already leaking cock, thrusting into his hand and grunting under his breath as he envisions your naked body, how perfectly it’d craft against his if he were there
and when he hears the faucet turn off, he panics every time like its the first time he’s committed this invasive act, and rushes to clean himself before you come out
he’ll throw himself on his bed and pretend to scroll on his phone, feigning indifference to your reentrance of the room, wrapped in nothing but a flimsy little towel that he can fucking see through in the right lighting
he’ll feel his cock stir all over again when you hike a leg onto the seat of your chair situated at your desk, gliding your lotioned hands over your calf and up your thigh, humming mindlessly to yourself
instinctively he turns on his side, grinding his bulge against his mattress, watching you slather yourself in that honeyed lotion he loves so much, pretending that the softness of his bed is your ass he’s dragging his cock over
he prays that one day he won’t have to engage in any more acts of debauchery and will no longer live in a cloud of lust-driven guilt, and can instead fuck you like he’s dreamed about for months now
but until then, he’ll stay within the confines of the nervous and shy state he’s stuck in and admire you from afar with heart shaped eyes and an iron clad grip on one of your used panties
Armin Arlert
armin swears that there are far more worse things that could’ve been done than what he did
because okay sure — installing malware into the girl you’re tutoring’s laptop to watch her throughout the day is arguably…not…great
but it’s not like he’s a monster!!
he’s not taking photos of the footage he gets of you, and he’s certainly not using this little secret of his against you or anything, he’d rather die than share the way he gets to see you through his own laptop with anyone else
he loves getting to see how focused you try to be while you work on your assignments, how the skin of your forehead and between your eyebrows pinch together when you’re frustrated and stumped on an equation
how his name sounds from your lips when you whine petulantly and mutter to yourself that, “armin would know the answer.” wishing dejectedly that things came as easily to you as they do for him
his heart hurts when he hears you talk down on yourself, and without thinking twice about it, his hand always comes up to the screen to caress your pixelated face, murmuring reassurances that you can’t hear
he thinks its cute how you’re always so shocked but pleasantly so whenever he texts you at seemingly the most uncanny times
he’ll innocently ask if you’re having trouble with the latest project or assignment and if you need him to come by to help, to which you always agree, practically begging him to swing by your dorm
you’re so grateful for armin, you have no idea what you’d do without him!
and he has no idea what he’d do without getting to end his day with watching you on his laptop, indulging in the sight of you getting undressed
he doesn’t even want to think of the alternative forms of entertainment he would’ve had to turn to when it came to jerking off
but thankfully finding a substitute isn’t needed, not when he has the best mirage before him; watching you strip naked before changing into your pajamas
or on extra special nights when you aren’t buried under a mountain of homework, he’ll get the privilege of watching you touch yourself
he watches you type in ao3 into your browser and settle on a horrendously filthy fanfiction, observing intently as you slip your hand beneath your panties while you read
you’re such a depraved little thing, maybe even more than him with the shit you read
he’ll match the pace of his hand around the girth of his shaft to the same tempo you finger yourself, pretending he’s fucking you at the same speed
in addition to corrupting your laptop, he’s so grateful that he also fiddled with your air conditioning unit, purposefully tampering with it to make it warmer in your dorm than normal
not enough to where it’d be dangerous for you to stay in, but enough to where you get hot easily, forcing you to masturbate on top of your blankets versus under to avoid overheating
he gets hypnotized watching the way your tits bounce as you thrust your fingers in that sweet cunt of yours, or how wet it sounds when you pull them out to give your clit some much needed attention, massaging that cute button of yours while you buck into your hand
and on nights when he’s painfully hard and pathetically desperate to simulate being with you, he’ll shove his pocket pussy that he claimed to have thrown away after eren gifted it to him as a joke, between his mattress and bedframe and hunch over the foot of his bed while nearly fucking the elasticity out of it
all with the glow of your figure displayed on his laptop screen illuminating his face amidst his dark room
he tries so hard to muffle his whimpers of your name while he fucks the slick rubber pussy, preferring to hear your breathy mewls and moans instead
his cheek will be smushed against his duvet, glasses foggy and crooked as he cranes his gaze up to watch you through hazy eyes as you touch yourself
you’re so beautiful when you’re rendered down into such a primal and purely hedonic state
with your back arched and shirt bundled under your chin and between your teeth to capture your shaky whines and groans, your hand trembling behind your tented panties as you rub yourself into an orgasm
or fuck, he loses it completely when you shove your laptop to the edge of the bed and flip onto your front, burying your face in your pillow while you toy with your clit from the back
he’ll fist at his sheets and sink his teeth into his bicep, nearly breaking skin from how hard his arousal is coursing through him, his hips slamming against the foot of his bed and knocking the headboard against the wall
he’ll be so turned on from watching you that he’ll be rutting into the toy so hard that his cock stretches it to its limits, forcing himself into the tight ring despite the fact that it already struggles to accommodate him
he doesn’t concern himself with that, he’s just stuck on his disbelief of your existence when he watches the way your inner thighs get all messy from the way your pussy gushes, how your hole will clench around nothing while your fingers rub tight circles over your clit
and god he’s just so embarassing, he’s lucky no one’s watching him through his laptop, because he’d just about die if anyone, especially if it was you, saw the way his jaw falls slack and the way his tongue darts out and flicks into the air like a hungry puppy desperate for your pussy in his mouth
armin is so needy for you and it is all unbeknownst to you
you have no idea that your generous and kind tutor who always seemingly shows up right when you need him stalks you through the camera in your laptop and jerks off to your naked body when you change or touch yourself when you think you’re all alone
although, with cockiness comes slip ups
armin was so confident that you’d never find out that he’s begun to comment on things he technically should have no idea about
“thank you armin, i would’ve never been able to finish this assignment if it weren’t for you.” you had beamed sweetly during your last study date, and he grinned, shyly adjusting his glasses with a bashful downward glance
“hey i can’t take all the credit. you’re so bright all on your own, you just need the right motivation. that’s why you need to stop being so hard on yourself – i hate it whenever you call yourself stupid because that's never the case.”
your smile grew and warmth nestled up against the apple of your cheeks before the heat dwindled and your smile fell into a somewhat confused stare, an unsure laugh leaving past your lips
you hated self deprecation, hated when people would talk poorly about themselves in front of others or in general, which is why you never talked down on yourself in public, trying your best to maintain a healthy image of yourself
the only times in which you’d start to beat yourself up was when you were alone, and angry at the difficulty of your assignments, envying armin’s intelligence and cursing yourself for feeling as though you weren’t at his level
however you never verbalized that to him, never called yourself stupid in front of anyone but yourself
“how’d you know i do that? i usually try not to talk like that around people…”
his heart sunk and he instinctively fell into self preservation mode, shrugging casually with a quick shut of his laptop, zipping it back into his case
“last time we studied for professor shadis’ physics exam, you were really frustrated, guess it might’ve just slipped out.” he reasoned cooly, and you nodded, accepting his words at face value
once he returned back to his dorm after you had hugged him goodbye, he collapsed on his bed, his tense back landing on the mattress with the weight of the world in the pit of his belly
he grabbed his laptop and balanced it on his hips, opening it up and going to watch the live feed of you
he watched you go about your night as normal, exhaling with relief until someone knocked on your door
he watched as mikasa walked in, and he huffed, sitting up annoyedly
she’s his best friend in the entire world next to eren, but he already sees her all the time, whereas the moments he spends tutoring you and watching you through his laptop are all that he has and it’s nowhere near enough to soothe the itch he has for you
he watched as you two talked about nothing and everything in your bed, your laptop angled just right atop your desk, pointing at you perfectly
until suddenly, mikasa glanced over, and it was almost like her eyes shot directly through armin’s
“hey uh, why’s your laptop camera on?”
Light & L
matsuda is an idiot.
everyone knows that. light and L surely know this, and even you are aware of his stupidity to some degree
but matsuda bringing you along to the task force has to be his biggest blunder to date
it’s not that you’re doing anything wrong, you’re actually quite helpful
you organize dates, timelines and paperwork for light to sift through, occasionally aiding in his long sessions of combing through endless stacks of documents
you even do coffee runs for everyone, somehow managing to memorize everyone’s orders down to a T
you bring L tea so sweet that he can almost feel the decay beginning to take place within his wisdom teeth
(so naturally he loves it)
you’re the only one who can keep up with L’s sweets habit as well as being the only one who can handle sitting in the same place for hours on end with both light and L
so it begs the question, if you’ve been nothing but a pleasant, helpful presence, why was your addition to the task force such a fuck up on matsuda’s end?
because despite your kindness and usefulness, above all else you are distracting
to no fault of your own, neither light nor L blame you for their sudden shift in focus away from the kira case on you, no they blame your idiot brother instead
constantly coming up on dead ends, stale trails and things that don’t seem to align with no evidence as to why they don’t in the first place was frustrating in and of itself
but now? they have you. sweet little ol’ you who comes traipsing in with boxes of sweets and cupholders of coffee and tea and a smile that triumphs the sugar level in all the pastries you’ve brought combined
they have you, leaning over their shoulders while they work, your button ups always undone just enough to allow them a peek at your bra and for your scent to waft around them like a candied toxic fume rendering them downright stupid
and L never makes mistakes, he never has the same bodily desire or urges that prevent him from doing his job like most men in his field or in general fall victim to
but you’re making him sloppy, making him into someone he isn’t used to being
and that crouched sitting position he’s always in has been one of the tools he utilizes in carving a clear and concise mind, enabling him to focus on whatever task he’s presented
yeah that? basically useless now because of you
it’s ridiculous, that a woman could throw him like this, especially someone related to matsuda (bless his heart)
at first he thought perhaps light orchestrated all this, that he somehow convinced matsuda to have his sister tag along and prolong the hunt for kira, in hopes it’d buy him some time to cover up some tracks he may have missed and that L was on the precipice of discovering
but then he noticed light’s genuine anger towards himself at how little he was able to keep his head on straight, noticed the way his eyes lingered on you in a way that lacked annoyance but instead something similar to the way L stared at you, full of wanton desire and lust
thus an unspoken agreement fell upon them, something neither of them dare verbalized : that they’d do their best to give their all into the kira case and help one another with not falling into a trance whenever you came around
they’ve been trying so hard to not give in to the logic that comes to them via the head hidden in their slacks whenever you bend over in that goddamn pencil skirt of yours, trying their very best to not give in and turn around in hopes of catching a glimpse of your pussy sheathed behind your panties
you have no idea the torture you bring upon them everyday, how hard you’ve been making their lives, affecting each man emotionally and mentally but also in a literal, physiological way
so now instead of L utilizing his crouching for intelligence benefits, he uses it to hide the bulge that grows whenever you come around to check on him, occasionally having to fight back a wince when he scoots around and unintentionally grazes his erection against his thigh
as for light, he’s opted for folding his legs and feigning a sense of nonchalance, trying to convince himself that if he doesn’t care then the act will become true soon enough
however it never does
the pang in his chest when you sit and giggle with L and rip a donut in half to share with him hasn’t gone away, nor the ache in his pants when you grab a chair and sit right beside him when debriefing him on the documents you’ve collected hasn’t gone away either
especially not with the way your warm thigh is always flush to his, sending blood straight to his cock like a missile
so you can imagine his frustration upon feeling suffocated not only by his feelings for you, but by L’s looming presence when he handcuffed them together
you still kept them company and tried your best to be of assistance to them during this odd and tiresome — albeit self inflicted — period of time
you’d even begun crashing on the couch in their shared hotel room, deciding it’d just be easier to stay there with them than continually going back and forth to your home and the task force headquarters
“you’re staring.” L had commented, acting as the first person to verbalize the weird magnetic pull that you seem to bring whenever you’re near
“i wasn’t. i just zoned out.” light had huffed, tearing his eyes off your sleeping figure begrudgingly, glancing back at L with mild irritation before flickering his gaze back down to his laptop
“i can’t seem to stop myself from staring at her either. it’s really become quite bothersome. as i’m sure you’ve long since discovered on your own.” he commented casually, not bothering to cease his stare upon you
light whipped his head towards L, mouth dry and chest tight
“its affecting my focus on the case as it is yours. and while i am still 99.9% certain you are kira, i am 100% unequivocally sure that you share my…exasperation with the sudden inability to function at the rate in which we were once able to. am i correct in this assessment?” he asked while knowing the answer; that he was right.
“i…” light swallowed, gritting his teeth behind his closed lips at the sound of ryuk’s laughter behind him. “seems like you’ve both got a little crush on the same girl. how cute.”
“it’s nothing i can’t handle. i’m not a child ryuzaki, i’m not falling apart at the seams all because of some…mere attraction.”
“lying always comes so easily to you light, but it isn’t quite as easily believable.” L responded dryly, the gentle clink of the elongated chain joining the sound of his voice as he inched closer to light on the bed
“look,” light huffed, turning his back towards you to face L head on
“you may be floundering under the weight of whatever infatuation you’ve developed with matsuda’s sister, but i haven’t and you don’t need to loop me in with your inability to perform at the level you once were able to. maybe you’re just slowing down.” he snipped, but L remained unbothered, his face unmoving as he parted his lips to speak
“there’s no need to get testy, light we’re both on the same page here, there’s no reason in denying the problem instead of striving to solve it. i was only prefacing all of this to offer a solution to our shared issue.”
light raised a brow, crossing his arms and cocking his head, unconvinced
“okay, i’ll bite. what is it?”
“well,” L began, glancing over at you before looking back at light
“we obviously have some pent up energy that we aren’t properly exerting and it’s muddling up the usual smooth and seamless flow of thought within our heads.” L explains, pointing at his own head then to light’s, unswayed when light swats his hand away
“okay…? what’re you getting at?”
“i’m suggesting that we aid each other in releasing this accumulative tension we’ve built up within ourselves.” he answered simply, and light went still, clenching his jaw at ryuk’s cackling in the corner of the hotel room. “i’ll give you both some…much needed privacy.” he snickered, floating out the window
“you can’t be serious.” light exhaled, his heart having begun to thump in his ears
“think of it like a cleanse. we’re cleansing our bodies of unwanted feelings in hopes to regain some much needed focus. unless, you’re not as committed to catching kira as you claimed you were–”
“oh fuck off,” light hissed, shutting his eyes and pinching his nose bridge to try and settle down before he woke you up
“i obviously will not force you to engage in anything you’re not comfortable with. it was merely a suggestion.” L added, as if his reassurance helped anything
and yet, that “suggestion” birthed the beginning to a routine that they’d quickly fall into almost every other night afterwards
light had crawled into L’s lap, his already half hard cock swelling beneath his jeans, straining against the material as if it were aching to be close to L’s
he drew his hips back slowly, pushing forward experimentally, his jaw coming down hard and tight when the first strum of pleasure hit his veins
he thrusted forward again, this time with less hesitancy, a low groan rumbling from the base of his throat
“harder.” L uttered, voice low and thick with an attempt of remaining quiet as to not wake you
light’s eyes snapped open and he glared down at the man beneath him, curling a hand over his mouth roughly, his hips bucking forward harshly
“if we’re going to do this, i need you to shut. the fuck. up, ryuzaki.” he gritted, grinding his clothed cock against L’s
L nodded behind his palm, his eyes fluttering shut when light’s hips met his own aggressively
“fuck,” he breathed out, slowly slipping his hand from L’s mouth and down to his shoulders awkwardly, looking for some kind of purchase while he dry fucked his bulge against L’s
L did not share the same sense of lingering shyness, he instead allowed his eyes to remain shut and for his head to falter back against the headboard, his hands coming up and around to squeeze at light’s hips
he jerked his hips upwards, his brows drawing together as he envisioned you on top of him, that it was your soft skin and jutting hipbones he felt in his hands and your weight in lap. that it was your shaky breath falling atop the crown of his head
light’s breath stuttered along with his movements at the suddenness of L’s bold touch, his cock twitching at the contact of such a cold yet soothing touch on his bare skin
light’s eyes followed L’s own with a stern downward curtain, trying to picture that it was you below him, your hands on him and your thumbs running circles over the sensitive spots of his sides
but the lack of skin to skin contact was inevitably not enough, not good enough to try and mend the damage you’ve done to both of them
and soon enough light found himself on his back with L on top, their pants unzipped and hung loosely around their hips, both cocks free and slick and grinding up against the other
light had one hand gripped around both their shafts, grunting into the thick air as L rutted into the wet channel of his curled palm
his free hand slipped underneath L’s white long sleeve, his palm traveling over his toned abdomen and up to his chest, groping at his pectorals, taking advantage of their lack of a flexed state, trying to pretend it was your soft breast he had in his hand whilst the other acted as a makeshift hole for both their leaking, desperate cocks
L thrusted hard into the pretend cunt of light’s large hand, swallowing a heavy groan when light pinched at his nipple, shuddering hard above him
he tugged at light’s white button up until a few buttons popped off, exposing the smooth skin of his chest
he palmed at the toned flesh there, squeezing them the way he wishes he could squeeze you, thumbing over one of light’s nipples
“i bet she’d sound even wetter than this,” L grunted into light’s neck, his face crashing into the space where the side of his throat and his shoulder meet, his hips having grown sloppier and sloppier, his cockhead twitching up against light’s like a warning of what was fast approaching
light didn’t shush him that time, he just groaned and fucked up harder inside his own palm, sliding up to squeeze their fat tips together, circling his thumb over them like he would with your clit
“yeah. bet she’d feel tighter than this too,” he added, his teeth coming out to bare over L’s collarbone, thrusting hard into the wet canal of his hand
“m’gonna,” L choked, panting and gasping softly into light’s neck, rutting his hips sporadically into light’s fist
“c-can i?” he asked shakily, and light groaned, his cock twitching up against L’s, surprised with the pleading of permission, but more surprised by how much it turned him on
“make it quick.” he grunted, tightening his grip and pumping their cocks faster
L’s hips slammed hard into light’s hold, his cum spurting all over his belly and fist, his lips finding the man below him’s mouth and latching on
light’s eyes went wide, and despite his shock, his cock pulsed hard at that, kissing him back with the same ferocity and need, jerking him off through his orgasm
with one last thrust, L slipped out of light’s hand, wincing quietly as he panted above him
light glanced down at his still hard cock, chuckling dryly at the cum that wasn’t his and how it painted his own shaft and lower stomach
he swiped his finger under the cumshot just above his belly button, maintaining eye contact as he did so
“bet she’d taste sweeter too.” he added, licking the last of it off his index
L’s adam’s apple bobbed at the sight, his spent cock twitching weakly
before he could respond, light nodded towards his throbbing cock, fat pink tip now red with an eagerness to cum, his non sticky hand coming up behind L’s neck with a firm touch
“my turn. suck me off the way you think she would.”
He's pounding into you with harsh precision, each hard swip! Of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room accompanied with your shared gasping and moaning.
Satoru's been insisting on pulling out lately and you hate it. You want him to fill you up and make your insides white not pull out and cum on your stomach.
It made you sad because why wouldn't he want to fill you up? He always came inside of you till... Recently.
Based on how his body was trembling and twitching above you, you knew he was close. You knew his high was creeping up and you had the perfect idea.
You force his eyes to make eye contact with yours as your hands cup his face, cunt fluttering around him at how red his cheeks got. "Y-you close, baby?", he huffs out a "Y-yeah!" and brings his head down to snuggle in your neck. Satorus pace quickens making the bed squeak out with the rhythm; the sheer force of his pace has your body moving up with each plunge his cock slams into you.
Any second now. Your legs wrap around his hips and lock together giving him no room to pull out and cum on your tummy. Perfect.
"'M gonna cum! Lemme pulll ouuuut-!" Satoru whimpers and his body shockwaves against yours as he's trying oh so hard to hold himself back but your legs tighten your hold around his waist, it makes a pool of arousal wave through him. The feeling of you taking some sort of control makes something in him snap as his hips speed up in a messy, sloppy rhythm.
"B-baby-!" Satorus eyes roll back and his muscles tense before letting out a loud wail as his body convulses. His cock fills you riiight up with his thick seed and it wasn't a little amount, no. It was such a big amount that you could feel warmth spurting into your abdomen and leaking out on the sheets bellow.
"Made me cum inside.... Hah....." His Cerulean eyes flicker down to you with a slight smirk, "You fuckin wanted this huh?" Your half lidded eyes meet his and you smile; giving him his answer.
"Fuckin' slut." He grits out before snapping his hips against you in unforgiving speed. You scream out with how sensitive you were still and your hands clench at his shoulders each time his mushroomed tip kissed your womb. It wasn't even funny at how your tummy bulged each time he thrusted himself deeper.
Your legs were jumping and twitching around him, "S-sllooowww-! Angh-! D-doowhn-! O-oh-!" You're cut off with a specific thrust that echoes in the room as he stops and grinds against you.
"What huh? Now its too much?" He coos and you dumbly nodd your head making a wicked smile tug his lips. "Too bad, We'll be here for a while."
"Wha-" You can't even get a word out before you're flipped over and he's resumed his fucking into you like its the last time he'll be inside of you. Yeah. It was going to be a very long night.
A/n- hey guys I'm still alive I promise!! I'm trying to post as much as I can 😔 im still finishing up my Toji fic so take this drabble I can offer.... I hope it's okay and you have a lovely day lovelies <33
warnings: piv, unprotected sex, manhandling, creampie, overstim (?), degradation ( a little bit), size kink, lightly name calling.
it's always been there, the way he likes the way his shirts drown your frame when you steal them, or how he scoops you up like you're weightless – because you are, well compared to him atleast – carrying you around with those massive arms.
he loves it all. reaching high shelves for you or wrapping you in his bulk during movie nights.
but it's the bedroom where that size gap reallly hits him, turning something protective into pure, raw hunger.
tonight, he's got you sprawled out on the sheets, your small body looking even more delicate under his looming shadow. he positions you just right, one of your legs hooked over his broad shoulder, opening you up wide. his cock, thick and heavy, presses against your entrance, already making your pussy clench in anticipation.
he pushes in real slow, just to watch the way your face twists as your tight walls part around his girth. ‘'fuck, you're so small.'’ he mutters, voice gravelly, eyes locked on where you're joined. inch by inch, he fills you, your body straining to take him, pussy fluttering wildly. you gasp, hands scrabbling at his chest. “shit–’s too big!”
but he doesn't stop. can't stop. his hips roll forward until he's buried deep. he groans, one huge hand sliding to your stomach, pressing down to feel himself inside you. ‘'feel that? that's all me, splitting this little pussy open.’' the pressure makes you whine, tears welling up in our eyes even as you get all dazy and squirmy.
he starts thrusting then, rough snaps of his hips that jolt your whole body, his frame covering yours entirely. you're pinned, caged in by his weight, legs trembling as they try to close but can't with his grip holding you splayed. ‘'shh, you can handle it'’ he grunts, fingers bruising your thigh. ‘'look at you, taking my fat cock like a good girl. so fuckin’ tight.'’
your cries fill the room, body quaking under the relentless pace, pussy gushing around him, coating his length in your slick. he watches it all—how your tits bounce, how his veiny shaft disappears into your puffy folds, stretching you to your limits. it drives him wild, that contrast, your fragile form stuffed full, juices leaking down to your ass as he pounds even harder.
his other hand wraps around your waist, spanning it easily, thumbs nearly touching at your spine. ‘’gonna breed this tiny hole’' he growls, thrusts turning sloppy as your walls clamp down, pulling him deeper. you can’t even say anything, too cock-drunk and out of it to even think of anything but his cock.
when you finally shatter, orgasm ripping through you, your pussy milks him desperately, and he follows with a low groan, flooding you with thick ropes of cum until it spills out. he stays there, panting, admiring the mess, your body limp and twitching beneath his massive one. he reaches out, brushing your hair out of your face with one hand, a smug and proud – feral – grin on his face.
“bred my pretty lil’ dolly, eh?”
you can’t even retort. all you manage out is a whine and he laughs, all satisfied and cocky.
You wake slowly to Choso’s whimpers every time his hips jerk forward, grinding his cock in desperate little thrusts into the sheets like he can’t help it. His face is turned toward you, lips parted, brows pinched…he’s having a fucking wet dream. “nngh—please—” and his whole body shudders, hips stuttering harder. His breathing is all ragged little pants now, hitching every time his leaking tip drags against the damp cotton.
You reach down between your bodies, fingers brushing the slick, swollen length of him where it’s trapped against his stomach. He twitches violently at the contact, moaning louder.
“Choso,” you whisper, wrapping your hand around him. His lashes flutter but he doesn’t wake. You contemplate waking him as you guide him until the fat head nudges at your slick cunt. You’re soaked already just from listening to him. You sink down in one smooth wet motion and his eyes snap open, “Wh—ah—fuck—”
“You—were—dreaming,” you breathe, already rolling your hips to take him deeper.
His face flames red. “I—I didn’t mean—shit—” His head drops back against the pillow with a groan that’s half embarrassment, “I—I seriously didn’t mean to—fuck, you feel—”
You cut him off by clenching hard around the base of him. “‘Mmf you’re s-so hard, Cho.”
He chokes on air, “Please—please don’t stop—” You bounce faster, the wet flap flap flap of your soaked cunt filling the room. “Shit—shit—feels—so tight so good,” he gasps, eyes rolling back, “Thought I was—nngh—gonna come in the sheets again—”
“Again?” You lean down nipping at his throat. “You do this a lot when I’m sleeping next to you?” His cheeks flush embarrassed as he tries to turn away but you catch his jaw, force him to look at you while you grind down slowly. “Tell me.”
“Y-yeah,” he admits flustered, “Almost every night—dream about you—fuck—just like this—riding me—using me—”
“Using you,” you repeat, thumb brushing over his flushed bottom lip.
Choso nods desperately, his eyes are glassy and pleading. “Y-yeah… fuck, yeah. You—you pin my wrists sometimes… tell me I’m not allowed to touch… just have to feel you come all over my cock—”
“Like this?” You grab both his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head against the pillow. The stretch makes your tits brush his chest, “You dream about me like this?”
“God—yes—” His voice cracks as his thighs trembling under you. “Please—please let me—fuck—let me come inside you this time—”
You sit up straighter, release his wrists just to plant both hands on his chest and really ride him. “Hmm… okay,” you breathe, “But only because you’ve been such a good boy.”
Choso moans happily as he slams his hips up hard with fast, sloppy, desperate thrusts. “Fuck—thank you—thank you—” he gasps between whimpers filling you with cum, “Needed this—needed you.”
You keep riding dragging up and down his oversensitive length while he’s still twitching and leaking. Choso’s eyes go wide panicked. “W-wait—too much—fuck—too sensitive—ah—ahh—” His hands scrabble at your hips, “…You’re so mean,” he mumbles as you smile, brushing damp strands off his face.
“You’re the one who started fucking the mattress like it was me.” you say in between laughs.
He groans, throwing an arm over his eyes like he can hide from the memory. “I can’t help that I dream about you.”
Summary: An innocent apology turns into something much darker when Light Yagami sets his eyes on you. You caught his attention the moment you stumbled into him at Daikoku Private Academy, and since then, he hasn’t been able to let go. From silent stalking to growing jealousy, Light’s obsession festers, consuming him completely. But when someone else catches your smile, Light Yagami makes a brutal decision: he’ll ensure no one gets in his way of claiming you.
Warning: Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Themes (Possessiveness, Jealousy), Emotional Manipulation, Murder (Brutal, Graphic Description), Death Note UsageImplied Gaslighting, Dark Themes
Paring: Yandere!Light Yagami x Fem!Reader
>>𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: By clicking on this fanfic, you acknowledge that you are responsible for the content you choose to view. This story contains yandere themes, including intense possessiveness, jealousy, stalking and graphic violence. There is a depiction of murder and manipulative behavior. Reader discretion is advised. This content is not for the faith of heart. If these themes make you uncomfortable, proceed with caution. You have been warned!
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The day was ordinary. Nothing particularly thrilling ever happened at Daikoku Private Academy, where students bustled through pristine hallways with polished shoes and textbooks gripped tightly in their hands. You hurried to your next class, clutching your shoulder bag as the afternoon sunlight filtered through the wide glass windows.
And then it happened.
You rounded a corner too quickly, colliding into someone with a soft thud. Your books nearly tumbled from your arms, but you steadied yourself at the last second.
"Oh—! I'm so sorry!" You stammered, quickly bowing your head.
The boy you ran into was striking—almost unnervingly so. Tall and well-put-together, with neat brown hair and sharp amber eyes that lingered a little too long. Light Yagami. You’d heard whispers of him before: top of the class, a genius, the golden boy. But what you didn’t know was that the moment your eyes met his, something inside him shifted.
“It’s fine.” His voice was smooth, calm. His smile was polite, but his gaze was unblinking. He stared at you like you were a puzzle—no, a treasure—something precious that only he had the right to examine.
You smiled awkwardly, gave another hurried apology, and rushed past him, oblivious to the intensity of his gaze following your every step.
Light didn’t move for a moment. His heart raced in his chest—a strange feeling, but not unpleasant. It was as though he had discovered something, or perhaps the better word was claimed.
And from that moment on, you became his.
Light learned your name quickly. It wasn’t hard—he was Light Yagami, after all. No detail escaped him once he set his mind to it. You were a student in the same academy, but not the same class, which only made his obsession grow stronger.
He watched you during breaks, from the corner of his eye as you sat with friends or ate lunch. You never noticed him—he was too careful for that. His composure was flawless, his demeanor unassuming. Light knew exactly how to blend in with the background, all the while cataloging every movement you made.
It wasn’t enough. He needed more.
The moment he found your social media accounts, a door opened to an entirely new level of obsession. Late into the night, Light scrolled through your posts, analyzing every picture, every caption. He learned what music you liked, the books you read, where you spent your weekends. He knew your favorite coffee shop, the way you smiled when you posed with your friends, even the color of your favorite sweater.
“You’re spending a lot of time on that thing, Light,” Ryuk’s gravelly voice broke the silence, hovering behind him. The Shinigami peered over Light’s shoulder at the glowing screen, a grin splitting his monstrous face. “Is this what humans call stalking?”
Light didn’t respond, his amber eyes narrowing as he studied a photo of you laughing.
“This one’s cute,” Ryuk teased, pointing at the screen with a bony finger. “What are you gonna do, Light? Just stare at her forever?”
Light ignored him. No, he thought, I’ll make her mine.
It was during lunch when Light decided to approach you. He told himself it would be simple: he would introduce himself, offer you a smile, and you would fall into his orbit—where you belonged.
But fate—or rather, that boy—intervened.
Light’s steps slowed as he caught sight of you sitting outside under a tree, laughing at something another male student had said. The boy leaned closer to you, grinning as if he deserved to be near you.
Light’s fists clenched tightly. The polite mask he wore slipped for only a moment as a deep rage burned in his chest. Who was he to sit so close to you? To hear your laughter? To think, even for a second, that he could have what belonged to Light?
That night, Light lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The image of you smiling at that boy replayed in his mind like a curse.
“He’s gonna steal her away, you know,” Ryuk drawled, lounging in the dark corner of the room. “Humans are selfish creatures. That guy’s probably already planning how to make her his girlfriend.”
Light didn’t respond.
“Of course, you could do something about it.”
The Death Note sat on his desk, open and waiting.
“It’s not worth it,” Light muttered, though his hands twitched at the thought.
Ryuk’s laughter was low and guttural. “Suit yourself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when she ends up in his arms.”
That was all it took.
The boy’s death made the news the next day. “Brutal Murder at Daikoku Private Academy” blared across every headline. The details were gruesome: his body was found behind the school, broken and bloodied as though he’d fallen—or been pushed—from the rooftop. No one knew what happened, but the school was abuzz with whispers and rumors.
Light listened quietly, a sense of satisfaction curling in his chest. He didn’t care how it happened—only that the obstacle was gone.
Days later, Light found you alone in the library. He approached carefully, a soft smile on his lips, his posture relaxed.
“Excuse me,” he said, his voice smooth as silk.
You looked up, surprised.
Light smiled, his golden gaze locking onto yours. “I don’t think we’ve formally met. My name is Light Yagami.”
You offered your name in return, blinking up at him curiously. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at you, his eyes far too intense.
“I’ve noticed you around campus,” he continued, tilting his head just so. “It’s strange we haven’t spoken before now.”
You smiled politely, shifting in your seat under his gaze. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
Light’s smile widened.
Finally, he thought.
You were right where you were supposed to be.
And this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.
As you walked home later that day, you felt someone watching you. You glanced over your shoulder, but no one was there. Shaking it off, you continued down the path.
Unbeknownst to you, Light stood in the shadows, watching as you disappeared around the corner.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered to himself, his expression calm but his eyes holding something far darker.
Ryuk floated behind him, grinning.
“Humans really are interesting.”
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