other pirates / antagonists - m!one piece x chubby fem!reader
He pulls you back onto him when you try to crawl away from overstimulation
featuring. shanks, dracule mihawk, donquixote doflamingo, charlotte katakuri, crocodile, caesar clown, buggy, smoker
cw/tags (19+ Only | Minors DNI). explicit smut, pwp, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, inappropriate use of devil fruits, cnc, dirty talk
Shanks
Shanks had you on your back, legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside you with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
His cock dragged along your walls at an almost torturous pace, stretching you open so perfectly with every deep, lazy thrust. He savored the way your soft curves trembled beneath him, how your plush thighs squeezed around him, and the little gasps you made each time he ground against that sweet spot of yours.
"Easy now, sweetheart," he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm with that signature grin. "No need to rush... I could stay buried in you like this all night."
His hand roamed appreciatively over the soft swell of your stomach, squeezing gently, then moved up to cup one of your tits as he kept up his unhurried rhythm. The pleasure built gradually, wave after wave, until it became too much and your nerves felt raw, oversensitive from how long he'd been edging you like this.
"Shanks--nngh, please--it's too much," you whimpered, pushing weakly at his chest.
You twisted beneath him and started crawling away on shaky arms, trying to escape the overwhelming intensity.
A playful, husky chuckle escaped him.
Before you could get far, his arm wrapped around your waist and yanked you right back toward him and he pinned you down into the bed in one smooth motion and pulled your hips up high.
"Oh no you don't," Shanks laughed, voice thick with teasing affection. "You're not slipping away from me that easy."
He lined himself up and slammed his cock back inside you in one hard thrust, bottoming out deep. The sudden roughness made you cry out into the sheets.
His pace shifted instantly, no longer slow and lazy. He started pounding into you with powerful, relentless snaps of his hips, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. Your soft curves bounced and jiggled with every brutal thrust, ass rippling as he drove into your soaked pussy.
"Fuuuck, you feel incredible," he groaned, gripping your hip tightly, fingers sinking into plush flesh. "All warm and tight... squeezing me so good even when you're trying to get away."
You sobbed from the overstimulation, legs shaking hard, but Shanks kept you anchored in place. His hand slid under you to grope your stomach lovingly while simultaneously yanking you back onto his cock with each forward thrust.
He leaned over your back, red hair tickling your skin as he nipped at your shoulder.
"C'mon, baby... don't fight it," he teased breathlessly, voice still carrying that warm, cheeky tone even as he railed you harder. "I know you can take it. My pretty girl always does โฅ"
He angled his hips to hit your sweet spot over and over, fucking you with rough, confident strokes. Sweat slicked your bodies as he kept up the intense rhythm, clearly loving how overwhelmed and messy you were for him.
Every time you tried to squirm forward even a little, he just laughed softly and pulled you right back, burying himself deeper.
"That's it... let me hear those pretty sounds," he praised, voice husky. "You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill of this perfect body."
Dracule Mihawk
Mihawk had you pinned beneath him in a deep mating press, his movements slow and precise as he rolled his hips.
His cock slid in and out of your creaming pussy with controlled depth, dragging against every sensitive ridge inside you. He watched your face intently with those sharp golden eyes as one large hand rested possessively on the plush swell of your stomach, fingers occasionally pressing down hard until he could feel himself moving inside you.
"You are trembling already," he observed quietly, voice low and composed. "Yet your body continues to pull me deeper."
The slow, intense rhythm had gone on for so long that pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation. Every stroke felt like too much, your walls fluttering and twitching around his cock as tears gathered in your eyes.
"Mihawk, L-love--I need a moment--" you gasped, voice breaking.
You pushed against his chest and twisted away, managing to slip from his grasp just enough to roll onto your stomach. On trembling legs, you started crawling toward the edge of the bed, desperate for relief.
You could hear a quiet exhale from behind you before his hand shot out with lightning speed, fingers wrapping firmly around your thick ankle. With one powerful tug, Mihawk yanked you back across the sheets until he had you where he wanted again.
"Escaping me?" His velvet voice murmured, laced with subtle amusement. "How foolish."
He flipped you onto all fours and mounted you instantly with no warming and slammed his cock back inside you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden roughness ripped a strangled moan out of you.
Mihawk began fucking you hard, hips snapping forward with raw power and precision. Each punishing thrust made your plush thighs and ass ripple violently, your tits jostling beneath you while being pressed into the mattress.
"You will not run," he growled low, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back while the other gripped your soft hip hard enough to leave marks. He pulled you back onto his cock with every forward drive, his balls tapping at your clit, stimulating you even further.
Your body shook uncontrollably from the overstimulation, but Mihawk showed no mercy. He railed you with deep, devastating strokes, angling perfectly to hit that sensitive spot inside you without fail.
"So soft and warm around me," he murmured, voice strained yet still controlled. "Yet so greedy. You can take more of this."
He leaned over your back, teeth sinking sharply into your shoulder as he pounded harder. Sweat glistened on your skin as he kept you locked in place, refusing to let even an inch of distance form between you.
Every time you tried to crawl forward even slightly, his grip tightened and he dragged you right back, impaling you deeper on his thick cock. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his rhythm remained relentless and dominant.
"Stay," he commanded quietly, voice rough with lust. "You will come again for me like this. I want to feel you fall apart while I take what is mine."
Mihawk's intense gaze burned into you as he continued, wringing every broken moan and shudder from you with masterful control.
Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo lounged back against the headboard with a lazy grin while you straddled him, riding his cock with exhausted rolls of your hips.
Your thighs burned as you ground down on his cock, barely able to do more than slow, tired circles. Sweat glistened on your body as your tits bounced with each weak movement. He watched you with amusement, hands resting behind his head like he was enjoying a show.
"Fufufu... getting tired already?" he teased, voice low and mocking. "Keep moving, little dove. I want to feel you work for it."
The overstimulation had crept up slowly. Your pussy was swollen and hypersensitive, every grind sending sharp sparks through your exhausted body. You couldn't take any more.
"Doffy... I can't--" you whined with a hiccup.
You tried to lift yourself off him, but your shaky legs gave out, impaling yourself again by accident. Desperate, you slid sideways and started crawling away across the large bed as your body quivered with each movement.
"Oh? You think weโre done here?"
Thin strings shot out instantly, wrapping tightly around your wrists, ankles, and waist. With a sharp tug, Doflamingo dragged you right back across the sheets like a helpless puppet, flipping you onto your back in front of him.
"You're not finished yet~" he sang, grinning wide.
More strings lifted your legs high, spreading your thick thighs obscenely wide and folding your knees toward your chest. He used the strings like marionette wires to lift you off the bed and over him, before dropping and impaling you on his cock in one brutal motion.
You screamed as he filled you completely.
No more slow grinding, he was over that. He immediately started fucking you with vicious, upward thrusts, using the strings to slam your body down onto his cock in perfect time with his hips. Your whole body bounced with every savage impact.
"Fufufu! Look at you," he laughed breathlessly, eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure behind his glasses. "All spread open and helpless on my cock. This is how I like you best."
The strings kept your legs locked wide and high, completely controlling your movements as he railed you mercilessly. Every hard thrust punched deep, the wet slap of your bodies loud and filthy. He used another set of strings to pinch and tug at your nipples while one teased at your swollen clit.
"Struggle all you want," he growled, voice thick with lust. "These strings aren't letting you go anywhere until this cunt is ruined."
He brought you down harder with the strings, impaling you deeper with every snap of his hips. Your plush body jolted violently as he fucked you like a toy, his grin never fading.
"Cry louder for me," he demanded, laughing darkly. "I love how you tremble when you're overwhelmed. Such a perfect little plaything~โฅ"
Doflamingo kept you suspended and spread, strings digging into your soft flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. He was lost in the thrill of controlling every inch of your pleasure, dragging out your overstimulation until you were a broken, dripping mess.
Charlotte Katakuri
Katakuri had you in his lap, facing him as he guided your movements with his hands on your hips as his massive cock stretched you wide while he rolled his hips upward in shallow, measured thrusts.ย
Even in the heat of it, his expression remained mostly composed, though his eyes softened with rare affection as he watched your body move against him. Your tits were pressed warmly against his broad chest while your stomach squishing against his abs with every slow grind.
"You are doing so well," he praised, voice low and steady, almost soothing. "Taking me so deeply..." although he was barely half way inside of you.
But the long session had pushed you past your limit. Pleasure had turned into overwhelming overstimulation as your pussy fluttered and clenched uncontrollably around him. Your thighs shook violently against his sides.
"Katakuri--Iโm so full--I canโt take much more of thisโฆ" you breathed through gritted teeth, looking at where the two of you remained connected.
You pushed against his chest and slid off him, stumbling across the large bed, desperate for a moment to recover.
His right arm transformed into flowing mochi and the sticky, flexible substance stretched across the distance and wrapped firmly around your waist and thighs. With a gentle, controlled pull, he dragged you back toward him, the mochi gently but inescapably binding your soft body.
"No, not when you need this as much as I do," he said calmly before he flipped you onto your back and loomed over you.ย
More mochi extended from his shoulders, wrapping around your wrists and pinning them above your head while another thick strand looped under your knees. He folded your thick thighs high and wide, spreading you completely open.
Then he pushed his cock back into your pussy with one powerful thrust, burying himself completely unlike before. The sudden pressure of your body adjusting to his full length ripped a loud cry from you.
His pace turned more rough and demanding as he used his strength to slam his hips forward as though trying to get himself even deeper than he already was.
The mochi held you perfectly in place, keeping your legs spread wide and your arms restrained. Despite the roughness, his touch remained protective, almost reverent as he watched your reactions closely.
"You are so soft and warm," he growled quietly, voice strained but still composed. "So perfect like this... overwhelmed and full of me."
With his size it was impossible not to brush your sweet spot with each movement, making tears spill down your cheeks as your body shook hard in his restraints, but Katakuri did not relent.ย
"You feel incredible when you squeeze around me like this," he praised, leaning down to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead even as he pounded into you. "Let go. I will hold you through it."
His thrusts grew even harder, the bed creaking loudly beneath you both. He kept you completely trapped in his embrace, refusing to let you escape the pleasure he was determined to give you.
"I want to feel you come apart again... my beautiful, soft girl."
Katakuri's intense gaze never left your face for long as he drove into you relentlessly, using his mochi to keep you locked exactly where he wanted while he chased for your release.
Crocodile
Crocodile had you bent over the edge of the bed with your upper body pressed into the silk sheets as he took you from behind.
His cock stretched you open with each deep, controlled thrust, the weight of his body keeping you pinned. One large hand gripped your soft hip while his golden hook rested against the plush curve of your ass, cool metal teasing your heated skin.ย
"There we go... just like that," he drawled, voice low and smug. "You're going to take every inch until I decide otherwise."
The long, unhurried pace had pushed you into dangerous territory as every slow drag of his cock made your nerves scream as your legs shook beneath him.
"Fuck~โฅโ you swore, gripping the sheets below you. โIโm getting too sensitive, show a bit of mercy Croc--" you plead died with a moan as he hit your sweet spot dead on.
You clawed at the sheets and tried to crawl forward unsuccessful, unable to pull yourself off of his cock in your frantic attempt for relief.
"Mercy? From me?"
Sand suddenly burst from his left hand, swirling around your waist and thighs, stopping you in your attempt to get away.
"You're not going anywhere until I've had my fill," he growled smugly.
Before you could recover, his hook slid around the front of your neck and pulled you upright onto your knees, pressing your back flush against his chest. The curved metal rested firmly under your chin, keeping you arched and trapped.
"Pathetic thing," he laughed darkly into your ear. "Begging for mercy while this greedy cunt keeps sucking me in."
He immediately started pounding into you, hips snapping upward hard and deep. Your soft body jolted violently in this new position, tits bouncing wildly, plush stomach shaking with every brutal thrust.
His free hand reached around to roughly grope and squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples hard while his hook kept your neck secured against him. The new angle let him drive even deeper, hitting that sensitive spot even harder than before.
"Look at these tits bouncing for me," he growled smugly, voice thick with lust as he kneaded and slapped the soft flesh. "So perfect... made to be played with while I take you how I want."
You moan loudly from the overwhelming overstimulation, but Crocodile only fucked you harder. The sand around your thighs kept your legs spread wide as he railed you relentlessly from behind.
"You don't get to run from what you asked for this morning, remember?" he growled, voice rough with lust. "You said it yourself that this body is mine to use... and I'm nowhere near done with you."
Every powerful thrust made your body ripple. His hand continued mauling your tits, tugging your nipples and squeezing the plush flesh as he pounded upward without mercy. The hook under your neck kept you perfectly displayed and helpless.
"It's like you were made to be fucked like this."
He kept you locked in the kneeling position as his low, mocking laughter mixed with your broken cries as he dragged out your overstimulation, clearly savoring every tremble.
Caesar Clown
Caesar had you on all fours while he fucked you with steady, rhythmic thrusts at a brisk consistent pace, each one perfectly angled as he continued his 'experiment' that had already been going for well over 2 hours.ย
His dug his fingers into your hips while he observed every twitch and moan, constantly fine-tuning his movements like the dedicated scientist he was.
"Shurororo~ Yes! Look at those beautiful reactions!" he cackled. "Your pussy is clenching so perfectly around me.--Such excellent data!"
This relentless pace he kept up for more than sixty minutes had completely destroyed you. Your nerves were fried raw from the extended session as he exploited every sensitive spot.
"Caesar--ahh--it's too much, I can't handle it anymore--" you begged, voice shaking and desperate.
You lunged forward and tried to scramble away for any relief from the overwhelming intensity.
"Oh no you don't! You're not ruining my experiment!"
Thick pinkish aphrodisiac gas suddenly burst out from Caesar's body, flooding the air and filling your lungs. The gas hit your senses instantly, making your skin burn hotter and pussy throb with desperate, aching need as your mind grew foggy with forced arousal.
Even as you felt overstimulated, the gas made you crave him even more.
Before you could crawl another inch, Caesar's fingers wrapped around your waist and yanked you back hard. He dragged your body right back to him, flipping you onto your back with a wide grin.
"Shurororo! That's it--breathe it in deeper," he cackled, eyes gleaming with chaotic delight. "My special aphrodisiac will make you need my cock even more~"
He slammed his cock back into your pussy, forcing a loud, broken moan from your throat. His pace instantly became fast and punishing as he started fucking you erratically.
Your tits bounced with every thrust while the aphrodisiac gas continued pouring into the room, making every sensation feel electric and unbearable.
"You feel that? Your body is begging for me now!" Caesar groaned, voice whiny yet dominant as he pounded into you. "Look at you trembling and dripping... so insightful!"
He leaned over you, his hands pinning your wrists to the bed.
"Trying to crawl away from me? How rude!" he laughed breathlessly. "Now you're going to cum until you can't think straight. All thanks to my genius gas~"
The mix of his rough, frantic pounding and the overwhelming aphrodisiac left you sobbing and moaning uncontrollably as your body burned with desperate need.
Caesar kept you trapped beneath him, fucking you like a madman lost in his favorite experiment. Which he was, to be fair.
"This cunt is going to milk me dry while you lose your mind for me."
Buggy
Buggy had you on your stomach with his cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with frantic, desperate thrusts.
His torso floated above you while his hips slammed against your ass, driving his cock into your creaming pussy. You were filled to the brim and dripping messily with both your releases, the obscene wet sounds loud with every thrust.
"This is the best pussy in the Grand Line, I swear!" he moaned loudly, voice cracking.
"I can't--Buggy Baby--I need a second--PleEEase" you gasped, voice breaking.
You started crawling forward, trying to escape his relentless cock.
A high-pitched, whimper tore out of Buggy the moment he felt your pussy pull away from him.
"Wait--no! D-Don't leave me like this!"
His floating upper body zipped forward and pushed down hard on your shoulders, forcing your plush body back onto his thrusting hips. At the same time, his detached hands floated around to your front, greedily grabbing your tits and roughly pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
"Mmmph--fuck, you feel so good~โฅ" he whimpered. His head floated beside yours, capturing your lips in a sloppy, messy kiss, tongue pushing deep as he drooled into your mouth.
You tried to crawl away again, pushing forward with a broken sob, which Buggy matched.
"Nooo--come back!"
His cock suddenly detached completely, staying buried deep inside your dripping pussy and continued to thrust on its own with frantic energy.
His full body, save for his cock and hands, quickly reassembled behind you as sat back on his knees, eyes wide and glassy as he watched you.
His detached cock, now free from his hips, started ramming into you even harder and deeper than before, with no body to restrict the motion, allowing it to piston wildly and reach impossibly deep with every stroke.
"Fuuuck--look at you," Buggy moaned breathlessly, voice trembling as he watched your soft body writhe and jolt in pleasure. His floating hands continued twisting and pinching your nipples. "You're losing it... shit, you look so hot like this."
He stayed back and watched greedily, biting his lip as his detached cock slammed into you relentlessly, pushing more of your mixed releases out with every thrust. His hands kept tugging and rolling your nipples as he took in every tremble and broken moan you let you.
"J-just a little more, baby, please..." he begged, voice. "I can't stop yet... you look too perfect taking me like this โฅ"
Even as his own body shook from overstimulation, Buggy remained fixated on the sight of you falling apart for him.
Smoker
Smoker had you bent over his wooden desk with your tits and stomach squished against scattered documents as he fucked you from behind.
His cock stretched you with every heavy stroke, the desk groaning under the intensity. Two cigars burned between his teeth, smoke lazily drifting through the room while the windows were already completely covered in a thick white haze for privacy.
"Always so damn needy," he grunted, one rough hand gripping your plush hip as he drove into you. "You're making a mess of my desk... again."
The relentless rhythm had quickly pushed you into overstimulation. Your pussy throbbed, hypersensitive and twitching around his girth with every deep drag.
"Nngh~โฅ W-Wait--slow down, my body can't--eeii!--handle this--" you gasped in broken pieces.
You pushed your hands against the desk and tried to crawl forward, desperate to escape the intense pleasure flooding your body.
"You're not going anywhere," he grunted.
A single hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his hips, burying his cock deep inside again in one motion.
That was the only warning you got before he started fucking you harder, hips snapping forward, making your body rippled wildly against the desk. Then he leaned over you, smoke curling from his mouth as he spoke against your ear.
"Keep trying to crawl away and I'll clear the smoke from that window, press you right up against the glass and fuck you there instead.--Let every marine outside see how well this slutty body takes my cock."
The threat made you clench hard around him.
Smoker let out a surprised, rough groan, his hips faltering for a moment.
"Shit... you just got tighter," he muttered, sounding both annoyed and smug. "You really like that idea? Heh, you filthy girl."
He immediately picked up the pace, pounding into you with deep, brutal strokes. Thick smoke tendrils slipped under your body, one pressing firmly against your swollen clit while another teased your nipples, adding sharp stimulation while he railed you.
"Making such a mess..." he grumbled, gripping your hip tighter. "and dripping all over my reports... yet still squeezing me like you want me to follow through on that threat."
You sobbed into the desk from the overwhelming sensation, his gruff words ringing in your ears. Your legs shook violently, but Smoker kept you pinned in place, refusing to let you escape even an inch.
"Stay right there," he ordered. "--Or I'll live up to my word, it's your decision."
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a/n. *throws another smut genade during lunch and flees to answer work emails* I rushed editing because this is well over a month late since I was practicing me smut writing, any mistakes are what they areeeeee
Hercules: Iโyeah, about your childโฆ I asked the Fates and, uhโฆ
Hades: And...? Okay, no more dancing around it. What happened to my child?
Hercules: ...
Hercules: They're alive.
Hades: ALIVE WHERE?!!
Hercules: Thatโs the thingโฆ they couldnโt answer. The Fates looked into the Eye andโฆ nothing.
Hades: ...
Hades: Oh, great. Fantastic. My kidโs missing, the Fates got zilch, and now Iโm emotionally compromised. Oh, my poor sweet little munchkinโฆ *tears evaporate with tiny hissing sounds*
Hercules: ...
Child MC: *stops from playing*
Idia: Tired?
Child MC: No, but Lord Hades is crying. Idia, I need to go back.
Idia: ...
Idia: Not gonna lie, I still think this is some elaborate LARP. Besides, if you really are from the Underworld, whatโs your return route? Respawn point?
Child MC: Hmm... Oh! Can I borrow a small rock?
Idia: Uh, what will you do with it?
Child MC: Swallow it.
Idia: ...
Idia: Heck, no!
Child MC: Why not??
Idia: Uh, 'cause you'll die. Duh?
Child MC: ...
Child MC: That's the point.
Idia: ...
Child MC: Why am I being locked down?
Mrs. Shroud: I'm sorry, sweetie. This is for your own good.
๐ธFuegoleon x his pregnant wife and children๐ธ
I've been thinking about this a lot
Tags: silly Fuegoleon, a pregnant reader, children, and just cute shit๐
I'm sure this man will want either one child or an entire personal army of lion cubs. There's no third option. So just accept it.(P.S. The second is much more likely)โค
When you found out you were pregnant, you decided to tell your husband as soon as possible. The problem was that Fuegoleon was working in the squad, and he was definitely going to be late. But that didn't stop you, and you decided to wait for him anyway. When he got home, he was so exhausted that he just sat on the bed, swaying slightly, staring into space. You swallowed hard, finally deciding to tell him, because the news was very important. When you approached, he just looked up at you, like this: (๋โธ๋) With a sigh, you say quietly: "Honey, I have a bun in the oven..." For the next ten seconds, he just sits there, his exhausted mind trying to process the information. His eyes widen slightly, and he responds:"Do we have a pie for dinner?". It wasn't until the next morning that he realized the real meaning, when he jumped out of bed, shouting in his usual manner, "Are you pregnant!? " causing you to jump and almost fall off the chair in front of the dressing table.
It seems to me that this man is absolutely unbiased about the gender of his children. They will all be his heirs, regardless of their gender. (Especially when he has literally grown up with a living example that girls can be stronger than many boys)
I'm leaning towards the theory that his red hair gene is very strong. So much so that even if you have 10 children, only two of them will have your hair color at best. But who knows, maybe you'll manage to overcome them๐ช
During your pregnancy, you'll gain at least 10 kilograms, as this man will constantly, repeat, constantly bring you food. It reached a crazy level when, during a simple evening walk, when your stomach gave a slight rumble, he pulled out a gigantic beef steak from somewhere! Seriously, he wasn't even wearing a cape, so how did he manage it?
If your labor starts early and he's far away, don't worry, he'll learn to teleport๐. Just have faith in your husband, he'll do the impossible for you and the baby.
When your first child is born, you will surely be wondering: "What should I do with it? How to put to bed, how to change a diaper, how to feed?!. Don't worry, this man has it all figured out. The room will be perfectly clean, the child is well fed, clean, and sleeping peacefully in the crib while his dad is quietly reading a book next to him. When you ask him how he does it, he'll say, "Honey, I raised my little brother once, and believe me, our baby is an angel compared to Leo."
Do you know what Fuegoleon will do when he comes tired to his office, when he has to finish his paperwork and his child is sitting on his chair playing with toys? Right. He will work standing.
He's going to take the baby with him to the hot springs. He just likes having the baby on his lap, gurgling and playing with the water.
And he'll probably teach his child to swim, gently supporting its belly so it doesn't swallow water as it flails its legs in an attempt to swim.
One day, his child was crying and screaming, not wanting his father to go to work, clinging to his clothes, not wanting to let go. You both couldn't think of a better solution than for Fuegoleon to take him to work in the squad, hiding him under his cloak. Regardless, there was only paperwork scheduled for today.
โเญจเญงหเซฎ ๏ผพ๏ป๏ผพแหเญจเญงโ
Lol, I think I did something stupid, but okay. I just needed to get all my thoughts out about this man. In any case, if any of my character fans are reading this, I made a clay figure of Lucille๐๐งก
When someone else calls their s/o with their last name for the first time
(bc boys version)
Haikyuu boys version here
So I decided to do a little quick piece amidst the 1700 event requests, because I miss black clover contents and I personally loved this fic and idea hehe. Here's one for all of you, something sweet and fuzzy.
Yami | Nozel | Fuegoleon | Zenon x F! Reader
TW: unchecked
You may of may not want to read this before reading yami's fic
Yami Sukehiro
You had to drag you husbandโs ass out to the apartment viewing. You knew that low key, he found it hard to leave the bulls HQ. Afterall it was a place he found, built and had for a very long time.
But now that youโre married, it was only right for you two to have some alone and peaceful time without the walls breaking or anything catching fire at home.
Yami compromised to move and you compromised to find a place where the base can be nearby too.
โSo, Mr Yami, your wife came the other day and she loved this place, how do you like it?โ
โYeah, whatever she likes.โ Yami shrugged, he was okay with whatever, so long as youโre living with him.
โYou have a lovely hubby, Mrs Yami. Arenโt you a lucky lady~โ the agent smiled at you before her phone rang.
โOh I have to get this, please excuse me for awhile, feel free to look around!โ And she stepped out of the apartment
โSo, Mrs Yami,โ you were wrapped by his huge frame from the back, โis this our new love nest?โ
You blushed and swatted him playfully, โif you like it!โ
โI like it so long as the neighbours are okay with loud noises,โ he smirked.
Nozel Silva
You were really busy with the wedding preparations , so you sent your fiancรฉ to collect your customised gifts for your bridesmaids.
He stepped into the store and handed the receipt to the shopkeeper.
โOh Mrs Silvaโs gifts~โ the lady said as she scurried to the back of the store.
Nozel stood there, stunned by what she said.
โHere you go,โ she handed him the gifts awhile later, โyou are Mr Silva?โ
Nozel blinked, coming back to his senses, โyes.โ
โAh, Mrs Silva speaks a lot of you, I can tell she loves you very much.โ
A blush crept up Nozelโs cheeks and painted it a tint of pink.
When he came home, he handed you the gifts.
โThank you honey,โ you smiled as you inspected the meticulous work.
โYouโre welcome, Mrs Silvaโ he whispered in your ears before pressing a peck on your cheek.
Fuegoleon Vermillion
โIs Mrs Vermillion in?โ A florist came into the crimson lion HQ one day.
โMereo!โ Fue was walking out from the pantry, โsomeoneโs looking for youโ
Mereo came out from the pantry with a cup of coffee in hand, โwhat?โ
โMrs Vermillion, I was told to come here to meet you,โ
Mereo stared at the man for a few seconds, โwhat did you call me?โ
The poor man read out the name on the paper carefully, โMrs Ver-Mil-Lion, did I get that right?โ
โOi, dumb brother,โ Mereo marched into Fueโs office to drag him out.
โSay it louder to his face, youโre looking for who again?โ
โMrs Vermillion, sir.โ
Fuegoleonโs face turned bright red as he heard it from someone else for the first time.
โM-my wife-โ
โOh the florist is here!โ You suddenly came in through the doors.
โAh, Mrs Vermillion, Iโve been looking for you,โ he bowed.
Fue stood there smiling with pride, he had to purse his lips a little so his smile wouldnโt get too wide as he listened in on the conversation with you and the florist on how to decor the place for the upcoming Crimson Lion anniversary.
You thanked the florist as he left.
โMrs Vermillion sounds good on you, honeyโ he couldnโt contain his wide smiles.
โOh honey,โ you rolled your eyes cheekily at him, โplease, your lips are about to reach your ears!โ
Zenon Zogratis
He was kinda mad at you for going on a mission without telling him, so he didn't say a single word on the way to the restaurant as you celebrated your monthly date night.
"Do you have a reservation monsieur?" a waiter greeted you both.
"y/n." Zenon gave the waiter your name, since you booked the restaurant for tonight.
"let me see..." he scanned through the list of names, "ahh, Mrs Zogratis, si?"
"yep." you nodded shyly.
"And you must be Mr Zogratis, sir." the waiter beamed at the both of you, "lovely couple we have tonight, welcome in~"
He led you both to a quiet corner where you could oversee the spade kingdom. "Let me know when you're ready to order, Mr and Mrs Zogratis."
"are you still mad, Zen? You weren't back yet and it was a fast mission, so it slipped my mind to leave a note for you," you jutted your lip, pouting at your man.
"how could I stay mad, Mrs Zogratis?" his head rested on one hand, as he looked at you with soft ocean blue eyes.
You smiled shyly, it seemed surreal that now, you were married to this man.
"hmm, I should use this trump card more often~" you joked.
Zenon chuckled as he shook his head, what will he ever do with you.
THIS TOOK SO LONG. but in my defense uni was kicking my ass and the semester is finally over. funny thing is this is just an example of how i write, not even a completed fic, yet it took forever๐ but enjoy
tw: unprotected sex, public sex, fem reader, cursing, nicknames [pretty girl, princess]
โMmmโฆfuck~โ i moan under him softly, knees weakening with every touch, thrust and groan reverberating in my ear. He grips my sides tight and harshly thrusts into me. This would normally be my style but seeing as where in a changing room, iโd prefer going just a little slower. Though i guess iโd have to make due, because i will fight if he pulls out now.
The feeling of the head of his cock slightly poking and prodding against my cervix is driving me towards an orgasm and fast, and i know he can feel it. โIs my pretty girl gonna cum already?โ he whispers teasingly with that usual tone of his that i canโt get enough of, though iโd rather not entertain him further and just cum so i can ride him and moan louder laterย
I tap his broad shoulder three times, a rule we developed to indicate orgasms when we fuck in public, and i can practically feel the smirk that develops on his defined features. He slips me somewhat lower down the wall he has me pressed against and goes faster on purpose, his cock pushing against my cervix more so than ever while his large frame looks down at me.
I slap my hand over my mouth quickly and grab the same shoulder I tapped harder than before, pissed that he pulled this stunt but too lost in the realms of my impending orgasm to care.
โHmm, i can feel that youโre pissed, princess. Don't worry, i'll fill you nice and deep, yeah?โ he chuckled, his baritone but sultry whisper doing more to me than he notices. My head pushes harder against the wall as i bite my lip sharplyโฆ
โ Let's make a deal: if you beg me to fuck you again, you will be mine from now on โ
Author's note: MDNI. This is the first chapter of a fic you can find on Ao3 here. OC (y/n) is afab and uses she/her, no body type or any characteristics specified so you all can identify with her ๐ค Timeline is canon compliant i guess (?)
As surprising it was that you became a Magic Knight, it didn't shock anyone when you joined the Black Bull. Such a wasted talent you were, if only you were born in a noble family, everyone knew you would have been a shiny jewel for the Clover Kingdom, but you, born a peasant didn't have much hopes for your future. If it wasn't for that man.
The priest of your village begged you to visit the church and confess your sin of envy, seeing you getting greener and meaner day by day.
You deserved more than everyone else, that's what your face read.
Born a gifted kid, your talent succeeded any expectations, therefore, when at 14 your grimoire picked you, the world was ready to see you shine.
Speaking in tongues magic.
ย What a rare and unique grimoire.
You were just a sprout when that spellbook appeared before your eyes.
Thin as a spring daisy, latched to your childhood dreams, your inner wisdom was always a sign that something bigger was coming your way.
That day, surrounded by all your friends, you played imagining what type of magic would have chosen you.
Water magic would have been so beautiful to wield, spatial magic would have helped you travel around the world, god you were so excited to see your natural talent.
Your mother had food magic, she would replenish mana thanks to her meals while your father's stone magic was celebrated in the whole Clover Kingdom, even nobles would rely on him to build their palaces. It was all coming up to you, wasn't it?
Your mother cried tears of pride, your father clapped his strong hands when you, small and bubbly, got picked by that majestic grimoire.
ย Speaking in tongues magic, the wise men of the village were enthusiast for the recognition you would bring. With your talent you were going to be able to decode the most ancient tomes, discovering parts of history still kept secret. Your future seemed set in stone: after years of deep studies, you would have reached the Capital, and joined the Wizard King and served him, opening doors to unknown worlds with your magic.
But then it all went wrong.
Your father fell ill and couldn't continue with his work as before.
The less money he brought home, the less provisions you could afford.
Food at the village market seemed always more expensive, affecting both your parents magic. If your mother couldn't cook, your father's mana couldn't really catch up.
Nor you could pay for healers.
There was only one painful but inevitable solutions.
With a tight heart you gave up your studies at the academy to find a job in town that could provide for your family.
With the weight of your home on your shoulders, you served ale and stews at the village tavern, always with a smile, but crying inside.
You watched them all leave for the Capital, your childhood friends and their not-so-special magic.
You grew colder and crueler, blaming fate or whoever weaved the strings of life for what they did to you.
They were out there, with their common powers, mingling with other commoners, while you were a sparkling diamond forced to stay under the dirt.
Someone like you, able to decode and translate ancient inscriptions had to spend your nights among drunkhards who never knew when to keep their hands at bay.
You deserved more than that, you were born for more than that.
All that talent couldn't have gone to waste.
Always more isolated, your family started to grow worried.
Lost in your thoughts, in private studies you started doing on your own, sneaking books from the local library in your bag, they believed you were going down a dark path.
Who knew what kind of books you were studying, what kind of obscure magic you were uncovering.
Darkness called to you, like a siren with her hypnotic song.
You were going to take your destiny in your hands.
If life wasn't going to give you what you deserved, you were going to take it yourself.
No matter what.
There was a certain allure to darkness you couldn't deny.
The books you were learning to read on your own were so full of wonders and secrets. It didn't matter how exhausted you were, if you came home from at the tavern at the break of dawn, you looked forward to be hiding under your blankets with even a small light to read your stolen tomes.
Of course you would return them, at some point.
Your parents never noticed them, or if they did, they never asked.
There was so much out there, demons caged in the depths of hell, monsters of ancient times. All with magic so undefeatable you couldn't begin to imagine them.
Stories of the first Wizard King, of the Demon he slayed.
There was so much in that world and you deserved to be a part of it.
You deserved to have a piece of power.
That night was particularly ectic at the tavern. You hated those kind of nights, when dozens of failed Magic Knights reunited to drink to forget their missed opportunities. Soldiers retired after injuries, former knights that served their time in prison after the Wizard King found them guilty of taking advantage of their role.
They were just the worst, they started the night already quite high and at the end of your shift even your clothes stenched of beer and sweat.
-Born to be a scholar, forced to clean after drunkhards's vomit- You brushed the floor hard, covering your nose from the disgusting smell.
-What was it, y/n?!- Your boss's voice came loud booming from the kitchen.
-Nothing, nothing!- You groaned with annoyance.
-Get your ass back here, The Table asked for more ale-
''Of course they did'' You made sure to keep that thought for yourself, but not for long -Look, boss, are we sure we want to keep doing this? We are losing customers everytime someone sits at The Table, is it really worth it?!-
Your boss was an old greasy man, short in height but full of rage.
-Since when I asked your opinion on business matters?! When I will need the opinion of a vomit-cleaning maid I will come to you! Now, off you go and you make sure I don't hear your voice for the rest of the evening!-
The unspeakable curses you swallowed burned your throat, but you knew better than crying, at least in that man's presence.
You waited for when you were under your blankets, surrounded by your books, to cry your misfortune.
-Are you still here?!-
-I'm going, I'm going- Your hand slightly shook when lifting the overfilled tray.
If you didn't burned down that place yet it was all because of the little money that kept your family going.
The smell of alcohol filled your nostrils and made you dizzy as soon as you stepped into The Table room.
The Table room was the aisle reserved for bets: the worst kind of men, usually addicted to gambling spent their nights and their fortunes at The Table.
Whether it was cards, chips, dice, at The Table, those men would even bet on their life.
Many times they were left with nothing to offer and tried to sneak you in their games, someone even tried to put your body on the table, as if you were a good they could exchange.
As if you would have given yourself to a loser like them.
ย
-Here is the beauty of the house! Are you included in the meal deal, precious!- Someone chanted as soon as you stepped in.
-Ah ah ah, I never heard that- You rolled your eyes and landed the cups on the table.
-Bold of you to even ask for a meal deal, when you are not even paying a shitty dime, sir-
The room boomed with a roar for your comeback.
Insulted in his pride, the man tugged at your apron, forcing you to bend down.
God, he reeked.
-Listen here, precious, shoot another of your smart comebacks at me and I will make you pay for the meal deal, one way or another-
As if he could intimidate you.
You snatched back your apron in place -Sure thing, sir, as if you can afford me-
Now a new sound surprised you.
A laugh you never heard before caught your attention among the others.
Your eyes quickly scanned the table of the loyal vile customers, and immediately your heart skipped a beat.
Wow.
There was a man there, he had never been here before you were certain of it. You knew all those fools by name, and the stranger was definitely a new entrance.
God, what was a man like that doing there?
-She surely has a silver tongue!- The man then pointed a pocket knife to your harasser, with a dark snarl he threatened -I think you will want to think about it twice before speaking like that to the lady, asshole!-
You stood still like a salt statue. No one ever stood up for you, especially not like that, holding the drunks at knifepoint.
That stranger had awakened something dormient in you.
A thirst for life that made your blood boil.
His voice was baritonal, almost coming from the pits of hell, with a charm to it that made it impossible to forget.
Almost magnetic.
His eyes were like those of a hawk.
Foreigner, you were sure, no one had eyes like that in the kingdom of Clover.
Sharp, gleaming.
Wild.
Everything about that foreigner called to parts of you you believed dead for good.
His six pack and pecs were almost tearing the fabric of his white tank top apart.
His biceps as big as your head.
God, he was immense and the more you stared at his rough fingers playing with a cigarette, the more your mind went blank.
The foreigner took a drag on the thin cigarette and your throat ran dry.
The way his lips sucked on the end and breathed out the smoke made your legs quiver.
-Are you going to stand there and stare much longer,ย my love?-
He didn't even acknowledged you, yet he knew somehow.
Fuck.
With a jump you left -I'm not your love, asshole-
That laugh dug inside you -We will see about that-
Needless to say you couldn't just focus on anything that night.
Your boss noticed it, how you dropped plates, forgot orders, misplaced tables.
-What is it with you tonight?! God you are so useless-
What was with you? You wished you knew.
There was a man at The Table, among the worst ones you knew, that got under your skin with just his voice.
How dared he calling you ''my love'', how dared he made fun of you for staring at him?
There had to be something you could do about your blushing cheeks.
-Hey boss- You tried to not want to go back to The Table room, but you started looking forward for them to order more drinks, so that you could catch a glimpse of him -Do you know who is tha guy? I have never seen him here-
The short man peaked through the door and chuckled -Tsk, is he back for real?-
So he knew him.
Your boss made a happy face, brushing his palms.
That wasn't a good sign.
-That...- He pointed with his thumb -...is one of the biggest losers I've ever seen-
You curled your lips, well, that was disappointing.
So handsome and yet a loser.
He wouldn't sit at The Table after all.
Now, you noticed something that those bunch of drunk pigs would never be able to.
He noted down his points and strategies for game in a language from so far away.
A language you knew well and studied in your books.
But god, was he a loser for real.
Your boss was right, that handsome, muscular foreigner, had already lost his shoes and jacket, after having no more money to bet on.
Everytime you had to serve his table you had to hold your breath, to not get lost in his smell, of cigarettes and oils.
His grey eyes always locked with yours, as if he perceived you coming before you even stepped in.
And you couldn't resist them.
The way he looked at you was...no, you didn't want to think about it.
He was a drunk and a loser.
How could he even lose with such easy cards?
All night long you wanted to try and do something, a test, and finally when everyone was a bit too drunk to notice, you took your chance.
-Midori- The moment you said that word, he lifted his head quickly.
Bingo, you were right.
He must have thought to be completely wasted, he even started hearing his own native language now.
But as surprised as he was, never taking his eyes off you, he picked the green card from his hand and threw it on the table.
To the other players's discontent.
He won.
And for the rest of the night, you played with him, cheating for him under everyone's nose.
He clearly loved gambling but had no idea how to play, so it was you everytime you brought cups of beers to suggest him, in his own language, the colors, the numbers, the cards to pick.
Slowly, the foreigner won back his shoes, his jacket and started gaining the others players's money.
It never happened before, which made The Table room want to witness that unique event.
Why did you want that man to win? Maybe because his satisfied laugh freed all the butterflies in your stomach, maybe because for once you met someone more interesting.
Or mostly, it was because you loved to have his eyes on you.
Always scanning your ass whenever you turned your back, or your breasts whenever you bent on the table.
For the first time since you started working at the tavern you wished your shift never ended.
ย But it did, as always.
Your boss gave you your pay for the day, less than the half of what you deserved, but better than nothing.
It was dark and chill outside, you loved to feel the cold wind on your face after a night in the tavern.
The dark of the night shielded you from your troubles and the cold washed you from the dirt.
With your coat under your arm, you slammed the door open to leave for good.
God, you hated that bell on the doorframe.
At first you didn't notice him, hidden in the shadows, but the moment the tail of your eye catched the frame in the corner, you gasped and jumped.
-FUCK!- You almost dropped your belongings from the scare -God, you scared me!-
Yet, he didn't seem impressed.
Leaning on the wall, foot against the stone to enhance the size of his thick thighs through the marroon leather pants, lighting a cigarette.
The man stretched his arm, offering you the packet.
-Want a smoke?-
At loss of words you didn't know how to react.
If it was anyone else you would have ran away, or attacked them, but him you felt you could trust.
You shouldn't have, your conscence was trying to talk to you, you don't talk to strangers who drink and gamble and spend the night staring at your ass.
-No, I don't smoke-
He shrugged -Better for your health, I guess-
-Wha...what are you doing here?-
In the dark he looked intimidating, as if he belonged to the night,
as if he was born from the shadows.
His tanned skin, his dark brown hair, the rougly shaven beard.
Everything about him screamed wilderness.
And it called you.
-What, a man can't enjoy a smoke at night without being harassed now?-
He loved to play.
You rolled your eyes -As if you haven't stared at my tits all night-
The man laughed -God, you do have a silver tongue, don't you? Does that pretty mouth of yours ever get you in trouble?-
-More than you can imagine-
He lifted an eyebrow, intrigued -And do you have a name to accompany your brains?-
You swallowed.
Never give your name to a stranger in a dark alley.
But when you thought, your mouth already gave it off.
-And you, do you have a name to accompany all those muscles?-
The foreigner put down his foot -You don't know who I am?-
Were you supposed to?
-I mean, your reputation preceeds you. You really are bad at cards-
He offered you his hand to shake -Yami Sukehiro-
Sukehiro.
You shook his hand and the size difference made you weak at your knees. His hand seemed to devour yours.
-Yami. It means darkness-
Yami squeezed your hand, and perhaps taking advantage of the grasp, he reduced the distance between the two of you.
Forcing you to lift your head to look at him.
-What does a girl that knows the language of the Land of The Sun does in a tavern, serving beers to gamblers?-
That confirmation almost made you wanna jump around like a kid -So I was right, you really come from the Land of The Sun!-
Yami looked genuinely surprised, but was trying his best to not show it.
Clearly failing.
-It's the first time I meet someone that actually knows my country, leave alone speaks its language. How?-
And it was the first time for you that someone acknowledged your talent. For you it was just natural, but it wasn't.
It was your uniqueness.
-My magic.ย Speaking in tongues-
Yami took a deep drag, the smoke that came out of his mouth dissolved close in your face, giving you an hint of what his lips might have tasted like.
-Never heard that one-
No one ever asked you, and now you were afraid you would have annoyed him by talking about it.
-Oh, it's...uh, well...the name says it all I mean-
Yami shook his head, leaning on your face, slowly.
So slow you could feel your cheeks starting to burn like bonfires.
-I wantย youย to tell me about it...or did the cat eat your silver tongue?-
The effect he had on you was the closest thing you knew to being drunk.
You felt light, floating from the floor in his presence.
Your mind blank, all your ability to speak gone to hell.
You started muttering.
-Oh, well...uh- You scratched your head. Did you look good? Were you a mess? -My magic allows me to...know languages. All of them, actually! From all countries, even those far from here. And ancient ones, lost ones too! I can speak demon language, or angelic language if that matters. Yours is pretty easy compared to those, you know, and...-
Yami stopped you, pressing a finger on your lips.
You halted and stopped breathing all of a sudden.
-This brings me back to my first question. What does a girl like you do in a tavern like this?- His eyes, darting you, digging into your skin -Why are you not a Magic Knight?-
Ouch, did he have to ask that?
-Did I strike a nerve?- Yami tilted his head in way that reads...concern?
You lowered your gaze, ashamed.
-No, no it's okay. I just..I just can't afford it-
Yami smoked, and let you continue speaking.
-My family is not doing well. My father used to work in the Capital, but then he fell ill and my mother is a healer so we really are not swimming in good waters right now. I wanted to try and become one, I did, I studied in an academy for a while but yeah, my family needs food and money, not books-
Yami hinted a smile, the muscles at the corner of his mouth slightly twitched but he didn't speak for a few seconds.
-Next week the Capital is hosting the yearly exam to recruit Magic Knights. Come-
For a moment, you believed he was truly stupid. Didn't he listen what you just said?
-I can't, Yami, my family won't survive without me! And it would be a stupid waste of time, I have no combat skills or anything like that, I would never be chosen, so...-
-If you got chosen though, your family will be provided everything they need, they pay good money you know-
At this point, you just wanted to leave.
You turned away, but Yami grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him.
Too close.
Too dangerous.
-What the fuck are you doing! Are you deaf or what?!- You kicked him on the knees and that made him laugh loud.
So loud he could have woken the neighbourhood.
-And you say you don't have combat skills?! Listen to me very well, y/n- He had your wrist tight against his chest.
His pectorals were so swollen, you just couldn't help yourself.
-You will be chosen- Yami sounded so confident in himself.
-What?!-
-You have a power that Jul..the Wizard King would never, for anything in the world, want to miss out. The things you could do, knowing the ancient languages and the dark tongues...come with me to the Capital-
You were lost in his eyes, in the inflections of his voice, how it made his chest vibrate.
-Why, do you also want to become a Magic Knight? Will you attend at the exam?-
He smiled, and tucked a strand of your hair back behind your ears with a gentleness that had nothing to do with his brute attire.
-Yeah, I will attend-
What were you? A stupid teenager, thinking of running away in the night with the first handsome man that you met?
Yet, his darkness was so compelling, and his body so inviting.
You noticed how his eyes had dropped on your lips, the movement of his tongue, licking his.
Hungry.
Feral.
-Suddenly so quiet?- Yami pressed you against his chest. You could feel his heart racing -Where did your silver tongue go, uh?-
Where did your self control go, you had no idea.
The proximity to Yami Sukehiro, a stranger from a foreign land, that sparked in you again the wish to pursue your talent, made you feel like an animal.
All about him called to you, even his name.
You loved how it rolled on your tongue.
Sukehiro.
You wanted to whisper it over and over.
And how immense he was compared to you, that really stole all reason in your mind.
Your body was reacting to him, since the first moment you caught a glimpse of him, he woke your instincts.
You were thirsty, and hungry for him, for a man like that you could have really lost control.
-You are still staring, y/n- Yami lifted your chin -My eyes are up here-
Your lips were dry -I could say the same about you, you have been staring all night, Sukehiro-
-Mhm- He hummed -Calling me by my first name, now? Who gave you the permission, my love?-
Your cheeks set ablaze and your legs trembled.
Between your thighs you could feel a wet pond forming, your clit pulsing everytime he spoke.
-I don't need anyone's permission to do anything-
Yami was taking deep breaths, all of his muscles were tense.
But after your last reply, he sighed with a groan and grabbed your face.
-Show me what else that cursed mouth can do-
Yami devoured your lips, invading your mouth with his tongue and moaning when he found yours was ready to return the kiss.
You licked him per instinct, followed the movement of his lips.
God, he tasted like heaven, you almost fell on your knees.
His kiss was wild, needy, brutal.
-You are so good at it...-He panted in between kisses, before penetrating your mouth again with his tongue.
He knew what you liked, how you couldn't tell.
-Bite me- You sighed -My lips, bite me-
Yami still had your face in his hands, as if you could have escaped him.
He bit you and when he did, he opened his eyes, making sure he wasn't hurting you.
You wanted it, nothing could have hurt.
Yami drowned his head on your neck, where your skin was thin and that sent a shiver down your spine, making your toes curl.
-Fuck, Sukehiro-
-Do you like that?- He bit your skin, it stung and burned, and he sucked.
And sealed his mark with a lap of his tongue -Do you like being marked?-
You nodded, in trance.
Having his mark, the mere thought made your pussy wetter than it already was. Just by kissing him, your womb was on fire, now that he was marking you, thin trails of wetness started flowing down your thighs.
Not anyone, but him.
The mark of this stranger appeared out of nowhere, sent by the darkness.
He was in your destiny, that was the only reason you could find for letting go so casually with a stranger.
This stranger though, you wanted him.
-I want you- Your moan made Yami clench his fist.
-Say that again, y/n- His low voice echoed on your neck and you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair.
-I want you, Sukehiro-
That must have been the signal.
Because Yami bent down and grabbed your ass in his full hands, gave it a rough squeeze and lifted you.
After locking your thighs around his waist he looked at you straight in the eyes.
A hunter with his prey.
-Good, because I have been wanting to fuck you all night-
Yami Sukehiro was a man of instinct, he knew how to trust his guts and that night for some reason, he sensed that it was his lucky night.
Ever since he stepped into the tavern, ready to lose all his belongings as always, he knew that he wouldn't have left with empty hands.
When he saw you, his primeval awareness locked in. He was an apex predator and you were the perfect mate.
Your snarl, your smart replies, everything about your rudeness was appealing to him. And god knew how he struggled all night to hide the boner in his pants everytime you showed up.
How you milk-smooth skin shone under the candle light, the softness of your breasts made him starve.
The perfect shape of your ass filling your clothes was mesmerizing, how many hands of cards did he lose while lost staring at you walking away, just to catch a glimpse of it.
But there were too many layers of skirts for his liking, thank goodness he found a remedy for that.
When he groped your ass to lift you, his fingers dug into your cheeks, spreading them apart.
Yami kneaded your ass and sneered when you mewled in his mouth.
-Oh yeah? You wanna fuck me?- Repeating his words made you come to terms with the truth: he was gonna fuck you, and the anticipation was almost feverish. You just couldn't wait any longer, each step Yami took on the staircase that led to the rooms upstairs of the tavern made your heart flutter.
Confidently, Yami didn't miss a single step, while still licking and biting your jaw.
-Mhm mhm- He confirmed -I wouldn't have left this village without making you mine first-
Yami noticed how his words affected you: your panties were soaked under a couple underskirts, so soaked that your wetness had reached his white shirt and spread -So wet for me already, and I haven't even touched you yet? You don't seem so bossy now, do you-
It wasn't your fault, but his.
You never met someone like him, someone that made you fall for lust so quickly. For all you knew, he could have been a criminal of the worst grade, but it didn't matter.
Your brain was fogged by desire, all your body ached for him.
Your breasts were squished against his pecs, your nipples hardened and got so sensitive just by friction that electricity jolted through your nerves; your thighs were numb and your core, well, you were trying to mantain a certain decency to not beg him to fill you right away.
Yami kicked the door of the room he rented, the wooden plank slammed against the wall and he didn't really cared about making sure he closed it behind his back, than he threw you on the mattress.
-Sukehiro...-You gasped, stretching your arms for him, needing those muscles back on you, that scent overtaking you.
Yami stood at the end of the bed, kicking his boots in a corner and brought his hands on his white top.
A translucent stain of your wetness made his skin visible through the fabric.
-Look what you have done to my favourite shirt, naughty-
Hungrily, you reached for his pants, with your fingers you tried to undo the strings and bottons that separated you from pleasure.
While you untied the knots, Yami stripped off his shirt, leaving your mouth dry and your eyes glazed.
-You are so hot- The words left your lips like you were hypnotized.
His six pack was so defined, hard at touch and over his bulky pectorals a thin layer of dark hair.
-Take your fucking clothes off- Yami commanded with a sigh, his chest rising with deep breaths.
He wanted it as much as you did.
You didn't let him repeat himself, as soon as your corset came undone and your tits were revealed to him, Yami let out a soft groan.
-Fuck-
His pants disappeared from sight, making you aware of the biggest cock you ever seen.
You had good partners in your history, you never complained but this...there was no way that could fit inside you.
And your pulsing cunt was aching for the challenge.
-Fuck, you are so big- You licked your lips, looking at Yami grabbing his cock in his hands and stroking it.
Shivers spread across your cunt, his full hand could barely circle the girth of that rock-hard cock.
In the moonlight, droplets of precum glistened on the head and leaked all acroos the veiny lenght.
Yami stood proud of his size and his build, he was born to be a dominant, that was clear as day.
It was clear for his presence turned you into a mute goldfish.
Speechless, a mess of pants and purrs, you welcomed Yami Sukehiro, the stranger that entranced you with his darkness, between your legs, where he tore apart your skirts with his bare hands.
-Lemme see you, lemme see how...-Yami lifted your legs, pushing your knees onto your chest, exposing your naked, gleaming, pussy.
He exhaled, a deep deep sigh sent a cool breeze over your soaked sex.
Like a soft rain over a fire.
Yami took his time to admire your naked body, after trying to imagine it all night through your clothes, his fantasy could have never made justice to the perfection you were.
The firm shape of your tits, how they mellowed in his fingers, your perky nipples and the way you squirmed as soon as he tickled them.
Your hips and waist, perfect for his hands to grab, he made sure to give them a good squeeze when he pulled you under him to assert his dominance.
And then, your pussy.
-This is all mine- He growled as he towered over you, bringing your legs on his strong broad shoulders.
Drunk in his gaze, you nodded.
-Yeah? Is your pussy all mine, my love?- He cucked his brows, faking a desperate expression. Probably making an impression of your face, pathetically needing him, all of him.
-Say it, I want your smart mouth to say your pussy belongs to me now-
There was something in the way he commanded you that turned your brain into mush.
Sterness, the magnetic tone of his voice, his dominating size.
-It's yours, Yami. Just please...- You bit your lips.
You begged? You were really begging now? What did this man do to you to reduce you to a cock begging submissive?
A wicked grin appeared on his lips, and Yami pushed himself slowly on you, his weight taking over all your resistance.
-Please...what? What were you trying to say?- The head of his cock nudged at your entrance with a wet sound.
You tilted your head back, fighting with the last ounce of self control you stored, but your clit said otherwise when Yami stroked it with his middle finger.
His cock ready to penetrate you and his hand playing with your bud, if your legs weren't kept tight on his shoulders, you would have kicked them in the air.
Yami made slow circles around your wet and swollen clit, and the stimulation was a trap for your pussy.
Through the growing louder moans, you felt his cock having an easier access inside you.
Your hole loosening.
God, Yami knew what to do with a woman's body.
And the idea of other having fucked that cock before, having his lustful eyes, made you burn with jealousy.
And desire to satisfy him.
Now he didn't stop fiddling with your clith when he bit your collabone and whispered again -Please...what? Say it, show me how dirty can that wicked mouth really be- Yami reached your mouth and chocked your moan with a kiss. His beard was tickling you, everywhere he left bites your skin was on fire -Are you only good at giving smart comebacks? You keep bragging about your tongue, until now I've only tasted desperation in it. Will you really beg me to fuck you, uh? Is that what you were trying to say?-
You were on the verge of tears, thirsty and hungry for Yami like your life depended on him taking your body.
You needed his touch, as rough as he could be.
You needed to disappear under him, to be conquered.
You never wanted anyone as much as you wanted that stranger.
-Sukehiro...please- With a hand you cupped his face and he followed your movement, curling his lips.
-What a good little girl you are, I will offer you a deal-
A deal?
If there was trouble you were way too late to escape now.
-What do you want?- Your voice a sob.
-You. I want you-
-I don't understand-
-If you beg me to fuck you, you will be mine. You will belong to me, your precious little cunt will belong to me-
Whatever it meant, it was what your body was screaming for.
Did he want to buy you? Were you going to be his concubine?
You should have reflected on it, on the consequences, on the conditions, but how could you reflect on anything when a man like Yami Sukehiro was feasting on your tits, filling his mouth with your soft flesh, nibbling and sucking your nipples.
-Fuck me- It finally escaped you -I am yours, Yami-
A hard, deep thrust filled you to the point of choking you.
Yami pounded his way inside you, with a fast thrust that made your pubic bones clash against his, and his balls smack against your ass.
His cock reached so deep inside you that you gasped for air, while he roared.
Your pussy stretched all at once to welcome his size but not enough.
Your muscles wrapped and squeezed his throbbing cock.
Yami didn't take his grey eyes off you, with a smile upon seeing you finally getting what you have asked for.
He didn't move, for as rough as his penetration was, he still realized how big he was for you and waited for your body to adjust to his size.
You grabbed a fistful of his hair.
-You are mine now- He said, low, like a promise from hell.
Yami was inside you, his cock throbbed against your walls, his head already nudging a spot that no one ever found before.
You moaned his name again and he grabbed your wrist, bringing it behind your head.
Then kissed you deeply while entwining his fingers with yours.
That kiss was different, less brutal, less carnal.
He kissed you like he...
No, you couldn't be that stupid. You didn't even know him, you knew nothing about him.
No strings attached whatsoever.
It was just casual sex, the best sex, but just casual.
Nothing else, right?
His kiss, slow, passionate seemed to say otherwise.
But when he moved his cock, you forgot about everything else.
In and out of your pussy, Yami started slowly to pount in you, so slow he made you die in anticipation for the next thrust, but deep and rough enough to make you scream.
-Now that's a sound I like coming from your mouth-
His teeth were once again on your neck, right under your jaw, your chin.
Yami was leaving you a necklace of lovebites.
The contrast between the pleasure of his cock in your cunt and the bites on your skin sent you in a spiral.
Your fingers reached for his shoulders.
-Faster- You moaned into his ear.
And faster he went.
Yami panted and moaned, he wasn't the kind of man that kept his pleasure all for himself, on the contrary he had no restraint when it came to growling for what your pussy did to him.
Each thrust faster than the previous, the smacking sound your pussy was making and the slippery movement of his cock were a sign of how both of your juices were mixing.
His precum mixed with your pleasure and leaked over your butthole and dripped on the sheets, already drenched by sweat.
-You like it like this, sweetheart? Is it fast enough for your needy pussy?- Yami smiled even through his growls and didn't even reacted when your nails scratched his back.
-You are a fucking asshole- You managed to say, his weight and his cock choked air out of you.
-You have no idea- Yami squeezed your tit and kept drilling you.
If he kept pounding that deep, you were sure he was going to break you in half, but your pussy was made for his cock, he was molding it in his shape and you just couldn't have enough of the sound of his voice.
Of knowing that that was you driving him crazy as much as he was doing with you.
-Where the fuck have you been until now?-
He finally arched his back when your nails scratched deeper, that question caught completely unprepared.
You wanted him, you wanted to please him.
-Tell me I'm yours, Yami-
Every word coming out of you almost incomprehensible.
-You are mine, you are fucking mine-
Every word coming out of him accompanied by a thrust.
That's all you needed to know.
You were his to please.
-I wanna ride your cock, Sukehiro-
He barely let you finish the sentence, that his hands were already on your hips, squeezing you and rolling over the bed.
Yami held you firm in place and now that you were sitting on his thick thighs, that you were observing his skin, coated by a shiny layer of sweat, you realized how truly big he was compared to you.
Your whole body would fit on one of his thigh only, his abdomen spread across the mattress, barely enough to contain him.
Yami crossed his swollen biceps under his head and rocked his hips, making you bounce.
-You said you wanted to ride me, are you just words?-
Fuck, what a piece of shit he was.
You wanted him to destroy you.
That arrogant sneer on his face made you grab his cock, wet of both your wetness and his precum, and bring it to your entrance.
It was heavy in your hand that couldn't circle it, and it smelled of heat.
A part of you, the most irrational and drunk of him, almost gave up on the desire to have him inside to taste him instead.
You wanted that massive shaft in your mouth, discover how much of it you would fit before you choked on it.
Discover the taste of that man, see him crumble for your lips.
But Yami had other plans for you: with another sudden and unexpected hump, he filled your cunt.
The meowing gasp you let out made him chuckle.
-Now that's more like that- He watched you lose that last crumb of sanity as you fall on his chest.
His cock drilled up to your stomach, a visible bulge rising on your womb, touching muscles and nerves no one ever touched before.
Looking for stability, grabbing his pecs, you stuck your tongue out in pure bliss.
Yami didn't miss the chance of sucking on your tongue and to make fun of your addiction -You really look cock drunk, sweetheart. Do you like being fucked like this?-
With his cruel fingers, he reached for your clit and as if his cock wasn't enough, he stroked it.
-Uh, you like being fucked like this? Naughty girl, look at your face-
The wetness of your pleasure was being stroked by Yami, spurting all over his hairy pube, his pounding reaching for your womb.
Like a predator breeding his mate.
-Ngh...Suke...hiro-
A new energy was growing inside you, an electricity that spread across your legs and down your spine.
-Yeah? Are you close to cumming?-
Your head nodded, eyes seeing stars.
With each deep pound he smacked in your pussy, his thighs slapped against your ass, a soft wet friction of sweat merged your skins together.
If he kept drilling at that depth and pace, you would pass out.
Your thighs grinded on him, with the intention of grasping every single inch of pleasure.
That take of charge made Yami moan.
Your pussy twitched when his voice reached your ear with a loud growl.
And you grinded again, locking your eyes on his.
-That's a good girl, keep doing that...fuck-
Inside you, that weight throbbed, readjusting your insides
Yami's cock was growing harder.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes, lost in pure lust of your cunt clenching him.
Your walls sucked him in and out, the air suction with the lewd wet noises was a sign of how both your sexes were addicted to each other.
-Ya..Yami...I'm...-
Yami didn't open his eyes, but still found your hips, grabbing them tight, making it impossible for you to escape his next action.
-Cum on my cock,ย fuck- He roared, before rocking as fast as he could, fucking the air out of you -Cum on me, ugh-
Your climax blossomed in you like a flaming flower.
The spark ignited in your womb, a liquid light exploded as for a moment, you lost consciousness.
You came like you never came before.
Your legs outstretched and seizured, so did your back, like struck by a thunder.
Your cunt exploded on Yami's cock, tigthening, twitching.
Immediately, he was there to grab you.
As he rose to seize you in his arm, the movement pushed his cock even deeper in you.
-SUKEHIRO- You screamed, your nose invaded by the smell of sex and sweat that emanated from Yami.
His hot breath collided on your neck, while you disappeared into his embrace.
And he kept pumping his cock inside you, making sure of stealing every piece of orgasm out of you.
When his pace slowed and his breath became unsteady, your head spinned.
-Where do you want me to cum, answer quickly before I breed you-
His.
You wanted to be his.
-In my mouth- You hiccupped.
Yami remained in silence for a hot second, he wasn't sure he heard correctly, in the heat of the moment.
Did you say you wanted his load in your mouth? Didn't his ears deceive him?
-Say it again-
-Cum in my mouth, Yami. I want to taste you-
With manly arrogance, he lifted you from his cock, glazed by your juices.
Your pussy leaked your creamy orgasm on his thigh and with a sigh of relief your womb was freed by Yami's cock.
You felt empty now that he wasn't inside you anymore, already addicted to his presence and shape.
You laid on the edge of the mattress, legs spread and sore while he sat on his knees stroking his erection at full speed.
The wet pumping made Yami look aching to cum.
Head down and focused, his brow furrowed, chest going up and down in unsteady breaths.
You could tell he needed to cum just by how swollen his balls were.
-Will you be mine?- He growled under his breath, giving a hard stroke to his glistening head.
-I will be yours- You nodded, ready to take all of him.
Whatever that meant, you wanted it.
You wanted to be his.
You wanted to be ruined by this stranger you couldn't get enough of.
There was a before and a after Yami Sukehiro. You knew, the moment he first kissed you that no one else would have ever compared.
How could anyone compare to that strength, that stamina, that size.
-No one fucks like you do- Your body spoke for you, your brain was long shut down.
That confession erupted from you made Yami shudder.
Without ceasing to jerk off, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you towards him.
-Take it, open your mouth- He commanded, when your lips met with his hairy pube and the salty smell of his cock -Take it-
You obeyed, the reddened and swollen head of Yami's cock caressed your lips and your tongue, and the contact made him explode.
Yami bent on you, keeping your head firm as he released his load.
With your eyes up on him, you saw him hissing and roaring.
-Fuu..unf...Fuckk- He let go loud, beastly.
Suddenly your mouth was filled with a warm and thick liquid, the amount of Yami's seed was impressive.
How much did he need it, how long was he keeping all that.
And you did it, that was all for you.
Your effect on him and your doing.
His cock throbbed against your lips, shooting strings of sperm to decorate your tongue.
He tasted like salt, like heat, like lust.
Yami kept your head down until you drank him to the last drop.
And sighed, deeply, releasing you and abandoning himself back on the mattress.
Not before grabbing your arm and pulling you on his chest.
He swallowed, slicking his sweaty hair back.
He regained lucidity and caressed your back with the tip of his fingers -You alright?-
You lifted your head and nodded.
-Did you swallow my cum?!- Yami seemed surprised at the idea, as if he wasn't expecting that.
-Well, of course, that's why I wanted you to cum in my mouth-
Now Yami made a sound, resting his arm over his eyes.
Exhausted, relieved and utterly lost in you.
That wicked mouth of yours was going to be his ruin, he knew it.
Squeezing your cheeks he kissed you, savouring his own taste still lingering in your mouth.
A sloppy kiss, that's what you both needed after losing your minds in each other.
-You are a naughty, naughty, girl. Where did you learn how to fuck like that, uh?- He smacked your ass as he made himself cozy, lying on his side -Do your books say how to ride a man?-
You hid a laugh, tracing his hard muscles lines with your fingers -I had my experiences you know.
Yami's eyes darkened suddenly, the playful grin disappeared before he crashed onto your mouth again, forcing you to lay down with his imposing weight.
Slow, with soft petal kisses in between, never taking his eyes off you as he fought the urge to own you again.
-You are mine now-
Would have it ruined the mood if you asked what he meant? You really didn't care, for a part of you knew he was right.
That you would have looked for him in all the men you slept with.
Yami made you his.
-Only mine to kiss...- Yami licked under your jaw -...to touch...- Then he went low on your tits -...to fuck...- On your abdomen -...to ruin- And he stopped right above your clit, on your soft bushy pube.
Biting your lips you were already savouring the experience of Yami licking you, his mouth was so close.
-Jerk- You spat out when he cruelly crawled back to your face, with a playful smile.
He chuckled -Ready to go again, uh? You loved my cock that much?-
You nodded, scratching his light beard -I've never been fucked like this-
Yami gave you a squeeze on your hips and nudged his big nose against yours -You can say it outloud-
Yami Sukehiro snored, not that it surprised you that a brute like him would keep his rudeness even in his sleep, what surprised you was that his snoring woke you.
You forgot to have even fallen asleep.
He was sleeping like a babe, a soldier proud of his won battle, bicep under his head and one hand resting on his abdomen, one knee up to make a tent of the messed up sheets.
When you woke up you were still naked, covered in shivers after the sweat had cooled on your skin.
You must have fallen asleep together, after all you were both sore.
So sore that even rising from the bed pained you.
God, that man really fucked you like no one did, your legs were twitching from cramps.
You looked at him quickly, he was handsome when he slept. His chest rose in deep breaths and on his face was a dreamless serenity.
But you couldn't stay the night, what would have your boss said if he saw you coming down for breakfast with one of his customers, especially in the conditions you were?
What would have your parents said if they didn't see you at home by daylight?
It was all just sex, you reminded yourself.
You didn't know this guy, you didn't know his businesses.
No strings attached, just good, amazing, breath-taking, unforgettable sex.
When you gathered your clothes back they were a mess, completely torn apart, and then your eyes fell on something glittering in the dark.
You looked back, making sure Yami didn't wake from you stepping on the wooden tiles, and peeked inside his pouch.
There was a black shawl, or cape with a sygil embroidered on it.
A black bull.
That must have been the insigna of his gang or whatever. Under it, far more interesting, the leather sachet with the gold he won at The Table.
So much gold, what did he need it for?
He said he was going to the Clover Kingdom Capital, to attend the exam for the Magic Knights.
And asked you to join him.
It was then that a thought came to your mind.
You helped him win that gold, actually, if it wasn't for you he wouldn't have seen a dime, that meant that a big part of that win was also yours, right?
When Yami woke up the next morning he was alone and for a moment he believed that last night was a dream.
The most beautiful dream he ever had.
But your smell was still all over him, your sweet scent filled the room and yet, you were nowhere to be seen.
Not that he expected his breakfast in bed, but it was the first time that someone ran away in the middle of the night after fucking.
Usually it was him.
You were a surprise after the other.
Arrogant and clever, the best fuck he had and also a runaway.
Weren't you just a catch?
His insight was never wrong and led him to his pouch.
With a loud -AH!- Yami laughed seeing all of his gold vanished, and replaced by a small parchment in the leather sachet.
The ink was not completely dry yet, and it read
I'm sorry, I just took my part. I guess I will see you at the Magic Knight exams, don't forget it. You really have the best cock I ever fucked.
See you at the Capital, Yami Sukehiro
You clearly had no idea in what trouble you just put yourself.
Yami crumpled up your letter and put it in his pockets, somehow a way to feel you close and went about his day laughing.
It was a training day at the Black Bulls. You always practiced hard not only with your magic, but with your physical combat as well. You were focused on your fight with Asta, who didn't go easy on you just because you were the captain's girl. The kid was strong as hell, and you were tired.
"Enough for today, kid." Yami's voice was close, and you turned around to see him talking to Asta. The boy smiled and ran to talk to someone else, leaving you and Yami alone.
"Hey babe," You smiled at him, recovering your breath. Yami looked at you from the bottom to the top, puffing his cigarette. He lived for the way you only used sweet names to call him, it felt like falling in love with you all over again.
You were sweaty, your hair was a mess. But Yami looked at you with that look.
He wasted no time, taking your hand and leading the way. As you passed Finral, Yami snapped his fingers and just said 'bedroom', and you both crossed the portal.
Yami instantly grabbed you for a kiss, and it was clear that he needed you. You giggled against his lips, gently pushing him away.
"Just let me bathe first, and I'll be all yours." You whispered, giving his lips a final peck as a parting gift.
Yami sighed, shaking his head. He could be big and intimidating, but when it comes to you, Yami is quite needy.
"Tsk, there's no need for that." He huffed, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Need you right now."
He pulled you closer, pressing himself against you as he kissed you again, with more urgency this time. It was hard to resist Yami, specially when he was so needy like this.
His kisses became hungrier and more greedy, leaving your lips to devour your neck. Yami shamelessly licked your sweaty skin, humming quietly against it. He was an unhinged animal and you loved it.
His hand squeezed your breast, making you hiss softly at his touch. You quickly removed your shirt, Yami tried to unhook your bra but he always had trouble with it.
"Damn stupid thing, getting in the way." He grunted in frustration, earning a giggle from you. You unhooked the bra easily, and Yami gave each of your nipples a playful bite before sucking on them with need, making you moan quietly at how good he made you feel.
Yami let go of your tits to get down on his knees, his hands pulling your pants down rapidly. On the other hand, he took his time removing your underwear, caring to inhale your scent from the fabric before putting it in his pocket.
God, he was a freak.
He gave your clit a soft greeting kiss and a gentle lick before putting your legs on his shoulders, getting up with his mouth full of pussy. You gasped loudly, trying to find something to grab for balance.
"Yami!" You squealed, trying not to hit your head on the ceiling.
His grey eyes were on you, and Yami ate your pussy with desperation, his stubble prickling your sensitive skin. He had his hands on your ass, kneading and occasionally slapping your flesh.
You whined, trembling at the way he sucked your clit. Yami was loud, producing the dirtiest munching noises while eating you out, his tongue ruthlessly lapping up. You felt your pussy clenching already, and Yami noticed it as well.
"Gonna cum on my face, baby?" He smirked, panting against your cunt. "That's what 'm talking 'bout, let me taste ya."
Yami looked so damn good between your thighs, and you couldn't help but hump his mouth, moaning his name while he groaned into your pussy, slurping your juices. His hands held you firmly in place when you lost balance, giving your ass a rough squeeze as a reward.
Before you would even calm down, your back was landing on his bed, Yami pushing your knees up to your shoulders. He took off his clothes in a hurry, his cock angrily thumping against your cunt.
Yami barely pushed just the tip inside when his eyes closed. "Shit baby, you're still clenching-" He moaned, fucking into you balls deep. Things were always intense with him, with Yami it was all or nothing; and it wasn't different when he fucked you.
You were now sweating more than when you were training, and Yami licked it off your forehead in a primal display of lust as he fucked you without restraints. "So fucking good, baby." He grunted, and you felt your climax building again; that delicious heat spreading through your pussy.
"You're gonna make me cum, Captain!" You mewled, knowing damn well that Yami's weakness was when you called him Captain during sex. Your words made him plow your pussy harder, the loud noises of skin slapping against skin were already too lewd, combined with his moans and yours.
"Fuck, don't say that." Yami gruffed, concentrating all his energy on holding himself back. It didn't help when you came on his cock, sucking him in while soaking him with your juices; your cries filling his room.
"Cum on my tits, Yami-" You panted, looking at your Captain with unbridled lust on your face. He gave you deeper thrusts, grunting and reveling in the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him.
Yami pulled out of your pussy hurriedly, aiming at your chest almost too late when his orgasm made him shake; his pulsating cock spilling all over your breasts. The sight of him stroking his dick and chasing his own climax was exquisite, almost doubling your satisfaction.
He collapsed next to you, absolutely spent. You slowly put your sore legs down, your thighs destroyed from the rough mating press that Yami had you in. Yami lit up a cigarette, an idiot smile on his face as he relaxed.
"You made quite a mess," You teased him, playfully kicking his leg. "Now I really need to bathe."
his cock pistons in and out of you hard, balls slapping your ass over and over again, speed relentless. your legs are pushed up against your body, with satoru's firm hands holding them there.
your face is flushed and sweaty, hair messy and all you can think about is how satoru fucks you. he towers over you, panting and grunting, losing himself in the pleasure.
"f-fuck, i could stay in here forever." he moans, savoring how warm and tight your cunt is, how you clamp around him whenever he speaks. he chuckles, grabbing your chin with his hand, guiding your attention to his face.
"y'know, you look so much better like this, where i can see everything. but, my favorite part would have to be that stupid look on your face."
you whine in response, eyes crinkling with insecurity. satoru chuckles softly before kissing your forehead, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
"i didn't mean it pretty girl, you know i like to be mean. i. just love how much you love my cock."
he pulls back again, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer to him. you gasp as his cock hits at a deeper angle, and his eyes glance to your face.
๐๐ฐ๐๐พ๐๐ promised himself that he wouldn't touch you, his newly arranged wife. but he swears that you're trying to give him a heart attack with how bad you want him, someone twice your age.
๊ฐ age gap (40s/20s) :: arranged marriage :: suggestive ๊ฑ
Satoru should have known you'd be a problem from the moment you said I do.
You were nothing he expected, everything he wanted, and something he couldn't have.
He knew he was in trouble from the day you flashed him those pearly white and crooked your head at him so cutely. Fresh out of your wedding ceremony and sprawled across your now shared bed. Waiting for a man with more creases settling into his skin than years to your name.
He sat still on the bed's edge. Quiet.
"You okay?" You asked. Sweet, sweeter than his scars deserved.
"Y'know," he drawled, cocking his head to mimic you. "You're awfully calm for a girl who just got married to someone old enough to be her dad."
He should have known the clan would pull something like this. Unfortunately, he could not outrun his elders. Forty four and without an heir was a stain on their name.
And now, you're here. Sweet, pretty, young you.
Smiling at him as if he hung the stars in the sky.
"Well," you intentionally mimicked his drawl. Huh, so you had spunk?
The mattress dipped beside him. Your soft knees brushed on his thigh's side. Your hands looked softer. Delicate. Probably fragile in his scarred ones.
"I guess that's right. You're twice my ageโ buuuuut."
Warmth bubbled in his side as you nudged him. A smile on your strawberry balmed lips.
"You seem nice enough." A dramatic? Sigh. "Real handsome too. Wouldn't say you're pushing fifty at all."
He blinked.
You stretched, still smiling. "Experienced, attractive, richโ what more could a girl ask for?"
His brows shot up. In all of his years as the Strongest, Satoru could only count on one hand the number of times in which his breath hitched.
You'd be responsible for it becoming two hands. Three, even.
What, with the way you batted your eyes at him at the dinner table. How you hung off of him during meetings.
It was odd. Not what he was expecting in the slightest. You should feel disgusted. Or unnerved.
He was your father's age.
Hell, his hands were wrinkling.
So why. The hell. Were you more into this than he bargained for?
"Don't you want a guy your age?" He scoffed at you one day during dinner.
You arched your brow. Huffed as you fixed one of your golden hoop earrings.
"Now why wouldn't I want my lobster buttery?"
Yeah. That's when he realised you were crazy.
Or maybe that should have been only a few days after your wedding, when he walked in to the sinful sight of you lounged on the bed. Silk kissing your soft skin. Teasing.
In a baby blue. Lingerie.
"What the hell are you wearing?" His hand covered his eyes. Over the blindfold. Not that it mattered. His six eyes knew what it wanted to see.
"A surprise for my husband." You smiled.
It felt like a taunt. He slept on the couch that day.
You were a little too excited about the thought of giving yourself away to a man who had finished school by the time you were born. A little too eager to press against his aging skin.
"We're married." You'd claim.
"Am I so wrong for wanting you?"
Of course not. But he sure as hell wasn't going to let your first time be with someone like him.
Not to mention the day that youโ
"Remember how I said you're suppeerrr rich?" You cooed.
Satoru stared down at you. Mapping the morning sun that caressed half of your face in the dining hall.
His arms folded, the white fabric of his haori tucking against his chest. "Yes?"
He couldn't help but drawl, amused. Because his pretty arranged wife was full of surprises.
"Well, I was wondering."
Satoru really should keep his infinity up around crazy girls like you.
Your delicate fingers surged sparks into his veins. Your softness pressed into every inch of him.
As your hand treaded his bicep, so his sanity threaded. Thinned.
Doll eyes. Oh fuck. Why were you giving him doll eyes? Stop that.
"Could you maybe. . . spare your wife a little gift?" You asked.
Sweet.
Sinful.
The devil sure was pretty.
He cleared his throat, but he was still thirsty. Starving, even. White lashes hung low over blues as he watched every inch of you.
"What do you want?" He asked.
You leaned closer than he should have allowed you to. Pouted.
"There's this new pair of shoes on the market. Real pretty. Pink. I think it'd look soooo good on me."
"Yeah? That why you married me? For my money?"
"Well I could always work for it."
Your hands traced to his chest. That's where he should have stopped you.
He didn't.
You were nothing he expected.
Everything he wanted.
And something he couldn't have.
"Sweetheart," the words dripped dark. His brow quirked. Your fingers were getting a bit too comfortable with his haori ties.
His eyes hung heavy. Voice heavier.
"You know I've got scars older than you, right?"
It was meant to scare you off. But Satoru should have known better.
Again. He should really put his infinity up around crazy girls like you.
Instead of flinching. Or wincing. Or even curling your lipโ you smiled.
Fucking. Dazed.
Were those hearts in your eyes?
Your fingers fiddled with his belt. Your giggle slipped into a sigh. Too dreamy. Too sweet.
"Yeah?" You hummed.
He laid a hand over yours. Gentle, because that's what pretty things deserved. But firm, because they never listened either.
Pulling you away, Satoru shook his head with a deep sigh.
"Anyone ever tell you you're crazy?"
Your pout returned. "So is that a yes to the shoes and a no to the sex?"
"Yes."
"Well, can you call me sweetheart again, then?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. As you hung on his arm with those big, bambi eyes of yours. Oh, he sure had his hands full with you.
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๊ฐ Damian decided to pay Jason a visit & notice how his body got softer after getting a girlfriend! ๊ฑ
Damian didnโt usually visit his brothers of his own free will. Most of the time, he only stopped by the apartment to grab a quick snack or pick up some accessory that might be useful to him.
But, surprisingly, on that dayโon that perfect dayโhe had decided to be an inconvenience to Todd, simply because he had nothing better to do.
You were in the kitchen, finishing plating the dessert that would accompany one of your movie nights with Jason.
Used to your boyfriendโs entrances and exits through the window and balcony, you didnโt startle when you heard one of them being opened, continuing to hum absentmindedly.
It was only when you turned to wash your hands that you remembered a small detailโJason was in the shower.
The humming slowly died in your throat.
You dried your hands calmlyโmuch calmer than you actually feltโand turned your head toward the living room, just enough to peek through the doorway.
And there he was, sitting on the couch like he owned the place, legs crossed as he ate popcorn. He chewed slowly, eyes focused on the turned-off television, as if he were waiting for something to start.
He stopped the moment he noticed you.
You stopped the moment you noticed him.
For a long second, neither of you moved.
His green eyes narrowed slightly, calculating, suspicious. โโฆYou are not Todd.โ
You blinked once.
โNoโฆโ you answered slowly. โAnd you are definitely not Jay either.โ
Jason appeared in the hallway, hair dripping, but already wearing sweatpants. โYou started it without me? I told ya I wanted to watch the opening tooโโ
He stopped mid-sentence, falling silent, his mouth parting in shockโmaybe at the scene? At your calmness with the intruder? Or at the intruderโs sheer audacity?
โJust what I needed,โ Jason growled, voice sharp with irritation. โWhy the hell are you in my apartment?โ
Damian didnโt answer immediately. Instead, chewing calmly. He simply shruggedโafter all, how was he supposed to explain that he had only come to check if he was still alive? It had been a whole month since he last saw him. But he wasnโt worried!
โThatโs mineโDamian, you should be at home. Your home.โ Jason sighed, running a hand down his face. โGet off my couch. And stop eating my food.โ
Damian ignored him completely. He leaned further back into the cushions, posture relaxed in a way that made Jasonโs eye twitch. Then his gaze shifted slowly toward Jason.
โYou lookโฆ fuller. Softer,โ the younger one commented, his gaze drifting briefly toward you, who watched the argument in silence, before quickly returning to his brother.
Damian tilted his head to the side, as if evaluating a painting.
โHave you reduced your training frequency,โ he continued, his voice strangely neutral, not teasing, just observational, โor simply increased your intake of nutritionally void food?โ
โDid you just call me fat?โ
โโฆNo,โ he replied, but then paused to think for a few seconds. โDid I? I merely commented on your body fatโโ
Jason crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
โโฆWhatever,โ he continued, tone quieter now, more thoughtful than before. โYou no longer smell like cheap takeout grease and smoke. That is an improvement.โ
โโฆThat would be because he finally eats real food now,โ you cut in, smiling, proud of your contribution to your boyfriendโs health.
Jason shot you a look over his shoulder, a little wounded that you had indirectly agreed with the little demon.
Damian reached out to grab more popcorn, but Jason slapped his hand away.
โStop. Eating. My. Food. Okay. Great. Family bonding moment over.โ Jason clapped his hands once, sharp and final. โYouโve seen me. Now out. Door. Window. Vent. I donโt care. Pick one.โ
Damianโs attention snapped back to you, still ignoring his brother. He straightened slightly where he sat, gaze narrowing with renewed interest.
โYou prepare the food?โ he asked.
You nodded once. โMost of it.โ You smiled. โDo you want to try the dessert?โ
โโฆDessert?โ he repeated.
โI made chocolate cake,โ you added casually. โWith ganache.โ
Damianโs eyes narrowed again. โโฆHomemade?โ he asked.
โYes.โ
You disappeared into the kitchen before your boyfriend could protest.
Jason took a deep breath and dropped onto the couch, far too tired to argue any further. When the younger one opened his mouth to speak, he cut him off immediately.
โNot one more question,โ Jason muttered. โEat in silence.โ
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