Lohen struggling to understand why you're crying when he tries to fit the entire length of his cock deep into your pussy hole.
Your tears are never ending when he rams into you so hard that your jaw is permanently unhinged at the sheer depth of his stupid cock fucking into you.
"What's the matter? Oh, let me guess.." this bastard pretends to think when suddenly pulling his cock away with a sly smirk, watching you squirm and cling to his arms as he giggles at your struggles.
His index and middle fingers spread over your clit to stimulate it, biting his lip while watching you stutter out a gasp, "O-Oh fuck! Lohen..!"
He laughs and rubs your clit, harsh and unrelenting before stabbing you with his cock once more, the tip reaching the gummy base of your cervix, "Shh.. did that feel good bunny? Does the little slut feel good?" he feels the clench around his dick and your face contorts into the expression he just loves to see, tears and snot ran down your face.
"Ah, ahh.." he moans high pitched and obnoxious, his pretty voice sending arousal straight to your belly, the heat pooling there is unbearable as he messes with your clit.
The double stimulation is so unrelenting that fresh tears run down your eyes at the sheer amount of pleasure you're feeling.
Lohen growls when you try to move away from him, your hand pushing his away from your clit as he pinches it to halt your movements, "W-Wait! Ah! wait..!" he stops moving all of a sudden and watched how your face contorted with something akin to bleary confusion.
"W-why... did you stop?" you question, your hips bucking forward to reach the peak of your climax but he tuts annoyed.
"You were the one who said to wait, right?" his cock is still warm and cozy inside of you but he doesn't move. Not one inch.
You shake your head and bit your lip, "I.. I know but.. I really wanna.." he cups his hand over his ear, condescendingly so, "Can't hear ya.. maybe repeat that?" he replies smugly, smirking when your breaths get heavier, your legs twitching.
"C-cum.. I want to cum." you shake your head and your hand squeezes his as a silent plea. He hums pleased at your lack of defiance, though honestly, there wasn't much to begin with. You're quite the naughty little thing aren't you?
He tsks and slaps a palm on your ass, relishing in the way you squirm and twitch, "Uh huh... but where exactly are your manners?"
"Please, I want your cum! please cum in me Lohen!" you continue to cry for him to fuck you and finish inside of you, much to his surprise..
"Oh yeah?" he relents and shushes you softly, "Here. Take my load. Take it." he snaps his hips forward until he's sure he can feel your tight little womb. He feels you whine out, your pussy squirting out liquid and he takes that as cue to spill his seed into you the same time, successfully creaming your walls clear white.
You practically cling to him when he continues to thrust into you, feeling your body spasm from sensitivity.
"Have to.. keep it all in." he whispers into your ear, cradling your head as he snugly fits his cock into you. He breathes softly and watches you hide into his neck. Lohen pulls back slightly and grips a handful of your hair to connect his lips to yours.
"You were so good bunny." he praises with a gentle rub to your ass. "If it spills out of this slutty hole? I'll just keep pumping more into you. got it?" Lohen hums when you nod rapidly with blushy cheeks. Very eager to please him huh?
He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, "Atta girl."
» pairing: shigaraki tomura x gn!reader
» word count: 4.3k
» notes: I have to give a big shoutout to @thebiggergroove for sending this in as a request during my 500 follower event and to them and @awkward-confused for encouraging me to turn it into a full fic <3 Also this is my first time trying completely gender-neutral smut so I’d love to hear thoughts if you have them :)
» contains: angst, breakup & makeup, alcohol use, explicit sexual content. 18+, minors DNI.
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It’s early. Too fucking early for Tomura to be awake, at least on a usual day, but his sleep has been fitful at best and so he hadn’t even bothered trying this time. He’d spent the night absorbed in one of his games instead, a rare indulgence at this point in his life, but even that hadn’t calmed him the way that he’d hoped, hadn’t done enough to distract from his thoughts or his feelings, the ones that have his neck constantly prickling and the urge to decay everything in sight nearly overwhelming. Months ago he would have given in to that urge, but there’s no Kurogiri to clean up the messes anymore, no Sensei to replace whatever toys Tomura breaks, and so he controls himself. Anything he destroys now is lost for good.
Tomura doesn't shower on his own accord because he’s learned that you’ll beg him to join you when he holds it off for long enough.
At first, you’d tried barking at him – handing him the soap and telling him to get to work. But he’ll be so lazy in there, standing beneath the showerhead without lifting a single finger – waiting for you to be a cutie and clean him up for him.
You’re so frustrated it’s adorable, huffing at his smug grin while you squeeze the soap bottle – using a lot more than needed as you start washing his entire body. Neck, armpits, back, chest, belly button.
He always gets an erection when you work him down there, but how could he not? When both your naked bodies brush up against each other in the tiny space, getting so steamy from the heat while you rub his foreskin down to start rinsing away all the nastiness that has built up beneath it.
You don’t want to be touching him at all, but you know it’s your mouth that’ll be eating dickcheese if you don’t, and the thought alone nearly makes you puke.
He giggles when you scoop your hand between his crack to wash his ass. And you try to will yourself into thinking it’s the same as washing a dog. Nothing sexual about it, just something that needs to be done. But it’s hard with him being how he is – childish and gross and gleeful at your expense.
Still, you’re thorough – asking him to bow his head for you to do his hair. Too grossed out to leave it, thinking of the large flakes of dandruff he’ll leave on the pillow, and sprinkled on all the clothes you’re allowed to wear.
He groans when you dig your nails into his scalp, rubbing and rinsing and repeating while he tugs on his cock. You try to ignore the way he taps it on your belly as though making a promise to fuck you as soon as you’re done.
You hate him. Crouching down to rub soap down his thighs and legs, then his feet. He’ll often wear the same pair of socks for days, weeks even, and the entire room he keeps you in is pungent with the smell. Sometimes, when you misbehave, he’ll use them to gag you – and the way it stings the nostrils is enough to make you cry as well as make you sick enough to throw up afterward.
“There. You can get out now.” You mutter when you’re done picking the lint from between his toes. Wishing to wash yourself just as thoroughly.
But he just grins, his white hair slick against his face and neck as he stares down at you with those beady red eyes full of something that makes your guts twist. His hand smacks a palm against your sex, grabbing it roughly while slipping two gritty fingers between the lips found there, already pushing them inside your hole.
“You did me…” He says, beginning to pump your unprepped cunt – making you stagger and clutch onto him, your face mushed against the wet and warm welcome of his chest with whimpers. “Time to do you.”
Welcoming Tomura back after his quirk surgery thing…
Like, assuming this is an alternate reality where the heroes didn’t break him out early, and he went back to PLF headquarters for a night to see you.
I am a lover-boy-tomura truther y’all, this man is a YEARNER.
Also, this is like an actual fic, not the little headcanon things or whatever I usually post, so it’s kinda long…and not proofread
Tags: fem!reader, maybe kinda ooc, tomura is sooo soft for reader (he’s trying his best), smut, sub!reader, dom/softdom!tomura, established relationship, yearning, dry humping, oral (f receiving), PRAISE, light degradation, lots of affection (in tomura’s special way, y’know?), just a little bit of rough sex, kinda skips to more soft and intimate sex, implied breeding in like one line, a little aftercare
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Tomura would be a sight to behold as soon as he walked in, dressed in that damn compression shirt, practically exuding power, his eyes dark as they focus directly on you.
There’s no words, no real greeting besides a gruff “hey” as he’s already dragging you up the stairs to the big master bedroom you’ve been keeping warm in his absence. People practically leap put of his way as he walks, no one daring to meet his eye now that he’s back, not that he cares. He’s focused solely on you- on getting you in that damn bed and in his arms before he has to wait a second longer. He’s been gone for four months after all, and he…missed you…even though he was unconscious for most of it. And you missed him too, right?
—
“Tomura, seriously-.” You start, as he tugs you into the bedroom and closes the door firmly.
“Quiet. Get on the bed.” Tomura interrupts, already kicking off his shoes.
You blush but huff in irritation. Yeah, he’s been gone for four months. You missed him more than you can say, but you also know that this isn’t the most important thing right now.
“Tomura.” You demand, standing your ground and crossing your arms. “We need to talk first. You need to be up to date-.”
He cuts you off with just a look this time, his red eyes cutting straight to yours. Your breath catches softly, a little shiver running down your spine. He’s different now, you can tell. More than just physically, there’s a different sort of aura around him now.
But he’s still just Tomura. Your Tomura. And the fact you aren’t scared of him is what makes him crave you so much in the first place.
“Don’t give me that look.” You demand again, a bit softer this time. “There are things we need to go over.”
You turn away, leaving your shoes on the other side of the doorway. There are so many things to tell him, things to update him on. Who’s left the PLF, who’s joined it, what the heroes have been up to, smaller missions within the PLF, how the original League are doing in their new posts, and most importantly you need to figure out how he is doing after his procedure—.
This time your thoughts are cut off, not by a word or a look, but by a touch. Tomura’s touch is so careful and gentle with you, yet heavy in its intensity as his fingerips brush down your upper arm.
You can feel him standing behind you. That new aura is almost a physical weight, pressing down on you as he steps right up behind you. His other hand comes up, missing a couple fingers but still strong as he holds your waist.
“I don’t want to talk.” He starts, low but softer now. “I don’t wanna think.”
You let out a little breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Your shoulders lose the tension they’d gathered. Tomura notices, of course, the exact second you begin relaxing into his presence just like you used to. He leans in closer, his chest brushing against your back as he invades your space. His hand not on your waist trails back up to brush the hair off your neck and shoulder, his breath shaking just subtly as he leans in closer.
Rough lips meet the skin of the crook of your neck, his arms slipping around your waist and tugging you flush against his chest now. He doesn’t kiss, necessarily, just nuzzles in closer and breathes you in like you’re the oxygen he’d been deprived of during the treatment. His hands sink into your skin, careful but firm, clinging to you but so painfully aware of how fragile you are compared to him.
“Tomura…” You mumble, so soft now it’s hardly even reluctant anymore.
He hums lightly in response, but his voice is so low it’s almost a purr. He knows you want to talk, but you know your mind is quickly losing grasp of the laundry list of topics you need to discuss with him. Your hands move to his, gentle at first before caressing the rough back of his palms, your fingers trailing over the bumps and dips his knuckles.
“Tell me you really don’t want this…Tell me to stop.” Tomura murmurs, dragging his lips up your neck until they’re right next to your ear, and you know he means it. He’ll stop if you tell him to. “But if you do want me…I need you to get on the bed. Now.”
Well, that’s what kills you, really. His touch, his words, his presence. But it’s his voice, soft with a vulnerability he never shows but low with a hunger that’s been building for months, somehow begging and commanding at the same time while simultaneously giving you an honest out. How could you not give in?
—
Things progressed quickly after that.
You grabbed his hand as you finally obeyed his plea to get on the bed, pulling him with you as you scoot up towards the pillows. He kissed you on the way down, rough lips moving with desperation as he pressed you down onto your back beneath him. Little pants and whimpers were already spilling from the both of you, the weight of your separation hitting like a ton of bricks once that connection was finally reignited.
Tomura’s hands were everywhere. Your face, your neck, sliding down your shoulders and arms to hold your hands, grabbing your hips before pushing back up over your tummy an your chest, then sliding all the way back down to your thighs as he settled his hips between them.
He pulled away from the kiss as he pressed his covered bulge right into the warmth between your thighs, his hips cradled snugly in yours. “Touch me,” Tomura murmured, rough against the side of your neck. “Everywhere. Touch me…”
You obliged immediately, gentle hands skating up his sculpted arms and shoulders before sliding down his front slowly. He arched into the touch, a needy gasp escaping his lips. You traced every line of his body, re-familiarizing yourself with the edges and curves and rough skin and soft gives of his body, every single inch that you’ve been dreaming of since he left you. He throbbed in his pants as you delicately traced your fingertips down his v-line, so hard you felt it through your pants and send a wave of heat straight to your center.
His hands fully grab your hips then, holding them firm and steady as he rolls his own into them. A ragged groan leaves Tomura’s lips, vibrating the skin of your neck where his teeth graze the softness of it. A gasp leaves your own lips, your thighs pushing further apart as if your entire being is aching for him…and it is.
Soft fingertips find their way under his shirt, trailing up over his flexed back and tugging him down closer. You want him- need him- close, need the pressure of him, the weight of him on you. He obliges, of course, pressing down against you harder as his hips roll heavily onto yours.
“Tell me…” Tomura gasps suddenly, his lips and teeth now trailing up your neck to your jaw. “Tell me you missed me…You did, didn’t you?”
God, the plea in his voice nearly breaks your heart as much as it makes your pussy throb.
“I missed you- fuck, of course I missed you, Tomura.” You respond almost immediately, only a second late because he nipped at your skin and drew a small whine from your lips.
Something between a groan and a gasp leaves him as you say it, and you can feel the way his heart thudded against his chest. A strong hand slides down from your hip to your thigh, tugging it up and hooking your leg around waist. His hips roll harder now, a slow but heavy draaaag of his arousal against yours, over and over again.
He pulls back then, and for the first time since you got on the bed, you can see Tomura’s face clearly. He’s flushed now, cheeks pink and lips glossy from kisses. But it’s his eyes that get you, wide with hunger but dilated with affection. He’s looking at you like that, like you’re the only thing in the whole world, like you’re the only thought in his head.
You stare back at him, even as your lips part on soft gasps and whimpers when the large bulge in his pants scrapes over your clothed clit. Your eyes are just as dilated, just as enraptured by him as he is by you. Your hands travel down to his waist, urging him even closer.
This time, Tomura just about loses his mind. His head drops, forehead resting on yours as he closes his eyes. He’s gone still now, aside from the way his chest heaves with pants. “You’re gonna kill me…before I even get inside you.” He rasps, and you have to hold back a little laugh.
“What’d I do?” You ask, tone deceivingly innocent. But really, you wanna know exactly what’s going through his head right now.
A grin spreads on his face, not dark like it usually is but genuinely amused. He opens his eyes to look down at you, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.
“Lookin’ at me with your pretty eyes…Pretty-ass face…” Tomura squishes your cheeks a little between his thumb and forefinger as he speaks, forcing you into a slight pout, a subtle growl in his voice like he’s holding back from attacking you. “…Just like that…my pretty girl…”
Your cheeks heat up instantly against his fingers, eyes widening a little. Compliments like that always catch you a bit off guard, but you’re even more susceptible to them now that he’s been gone for so long. Tomura notices, of course, and he squeezes your cheeks a little harder for a second before letting go.
“Fuckin’ adorable.” He mutters roughly just before pressing his lips to yours again.
This time, he gets right to it.
His tongue is plundering your mouth before you can really comprehend it, his hands tugging so hard at your clothes they start ripping (not that you care). You’re the same way, in fact, tugging and nearly tearing at his clothes because you’d rather ruin his shirt than have to pull away from the kiss for even a second.
Rough fingers find the clasp of your bra and undo it without hesitation, practically ripping the piece down your arms and tossing it away. Tomura pulls back with a reluctant little groan, but his eyes lock onto your tits immediately. He dives down like a man starved, licking and sucking and biting at your nipples while his hands meanly grope the rest of the soft skin.
You whine and whimper, hands tangling in his hair and back arching up into him. He groans around your nipple while his tongue rolls over the little bud over and over again. Your eyes flutter closed, hands tugging at his hair as your thighs snap shut around his hips, your gasps getting needier and needier as you melt under him.
“T-Tomura,” You gasp, breathless and desperate. “Please, more- please?”
He pulls away from your tits then, and he’s not even trying to hide how much he wants to absolutely destroy you.
“More, huh?” He growls, crawling back up as he sinks his teeth into your collarbones and up your neck. “Need me enough to beg without me having to ask?”
You nod, unashamed, only tugging him closer as he bites a harsh mark into the side of your neck. It’s been far too long since he marked you, your skin as pristine as before you were his…and he has every intention on changing that tonight.
Tomura’s hand slides down your front, over your chest and tummy before he rests his fingertips on the hem of your pants. Your hips buck up a little, needy even though he’s barely close to where you need him. He chuckles softly, but it’s more of a growl as his cock throbs harshly in his pants.
“How wet are you gonna be when I touch you? Already soaked through your panties?” He asks lowly, trailing kisses along your jaw to get to the other side of your neck. “Or were you touching yourself while I was gone? Keeping yourself satisfied for me?”
You whimper sharply as he sinks his teeth into the other side of your neck, just barely not enough to draw blood. Your hands grab at his hair and his broad shoulders, hips instinctively rolling up in seek of his touch. Cheeks burning at his questions, you nod in confirmation that you’d been ‘keeping yourself satisfied’.
“Yeah?” He sounds like he’s on the verge of going insane, his thumb just barely grazing the skin under your waistband. “Tell me what you thought about.”
“You.” It comes out immediately, breathless like it’s obvious. And it is. Of course you’d only think about him while he was gone.
You can practically feel the grin growing on his face before you see it, smug but subtly affectionate. Both of Tomura’s hands are on your pants now, taking his damn time unbuttoning them as he demands again. “Yeah…but what about me? What do you want me to do?”
You feel your face flush now, staring up at him with wide eyes while your nails dig lightly into his shoulders. The hesitation only lasts a second before Tomura cocks his head a little and starts pulling his hands away. The words tumble from your mouth then, desperate for him to keep going, “I-I thought about you touching me…”
He puts his hands back on you and slowly undoes the button and zipper of your pants.
“…thought about your fingers inside me…”
He continues rewarding you by tugging your pants and panties down past your hips.
“…and y-your tongue…”
Your pants and panties are pulled all the way off, leaving you completely bare under him.
“…and your-…c-cock-…”
You stutter a little, gasping softly as he parts your thighs and groans softly at the wetness he finds.
“…and you…c-cumming inside- ngh-…”
This time, he finally gives you what you need. Your words are stuttered by gasps as he runs a rough finger up through the wetness of your slit, catching on your clit. Tomura pants lightly, immediately starting to rub at your clit with the pad of his finger at a moderate pace, his eyes dark as they flick between your own and his fingers.
“That’s what you were thinking about?” He rasps, his other hand holding your hips down as he rubs you. “Me filling you up? You’re feeling empty after all this time, aren’t you?”
You nod immediately again, moaning softly for him as your hips try to roll up into his touch. He holds you steady, fingers rolling over your clit just enough to have your eyes fluttering. The squelching coming from between your thighs makes your cheeks burn, but it makes his cock throb.
God knows how much Tomura’s been thinking about this- about you- about getting his hands on you and his dick as deep as possible. He’s never needed much sex, never needed much of anything, really. But you…you changed everything when you came into his life. When you let him close, let him hover, let him touch, let him inside…it flipped a switch in his brain. Suddenly everything was about you. He wants to destroy society and rebuild it…with you. He wants to kill everyone who’s ever wronged him…with you. He wants to gain all the power he possibly can, wants to expand his reach until everywhere and everything hangs in the precipice under his fingertips…with you.
So, yeah, Tomura’s been thinking about this since he went away. He leans down again, pressing a kiss to your cheek before working his way down past your neck, all the way down your sternum, and a peck to each hip before he’s face to face with the dripping folds of your pussy. It’s a mouthwatering sight, almost as good as the way you smile at him.
You look down at him, biting your lip in anticipation as a hand tangles in the hair at the top of his head. Your breath catches as he gropes your inner thighs, his thumbs spreading your lips wide as baring your most intimate place to his hungry eyes. His pupils dilate at the sight, widening like a wolf seeing fresh meat. And he eats you like it too.
Tomura dives in without preamble, lips and teeth and tongue absolutely making out with your pussy. A drawn out whine leaves your lips, hips jerking up into his face as your head falls back against the pillows. Rough hands hold your thighs open and your hips down while softer hands yank at his hair, both of you manipulating the other exactly how you want.
Your eyes roll back under Tomura’s ministrations. Even after all this time, he still remembers exactly how you like to be pleasured. A skilled tongue laps and flicks at your clit a few times before moving down to prod at your hole, lips suctioning hard enough on your clit to make your toes curl, and teeth just barely grazing over your sensitive flesh. God, he’s so fucking good…and it’s not surprising. You taught him everything he knows, after all.
He gulps down your juices like water, groaning and moaning like it feels better for him than you. And it might, considering the way he’s humping the mattress under him. He hooks his arms under and around your thighs, tugging you down sharply and eating you out even deeper.
“Tomura- ah-!” You whimper out, unable to even get the words out properly. “T-tomu’-.”
You cut yourself off when you look down at him, seeing him staring back up at you. But it’s different this time, his tongue slowing down significantly on your clit and his brows pitching up just a little. Then, all too soon, he’s pulling away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before they’re pressed against yours- hard.
“Fuck-.” He grits out, deep voice vibrating against your lips as he plunders them with his own again. “Fuckin’ love when you call me that.” His hands aren’t on you anymore, instead tugging desperately at his pants to get them off and free his straining cock. The kiss is a clash of lips and teeth, dragging gasps from the two of you with every nip and lick.
You tug his hair to pull him closer before grabbing at his shoulders again, then shooting right down his front to help undo his pants. Once they’re finally down, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Tomura pulls away from the kiss with a hiss, chest heaving as he kicks his pants away. He’s hard as a steel rod and hot as an iron brand in your hand, bright red and leaking like it’s been years since he’s had you.
He’s able to handle one pump from your hand before he has to pull you away, both of your wrists getting pinned beneath one of his rough palms above your head. He’s heaving now, trembling and pressing closer like he’ll die without you. You both gasp as his tip pokes at your entrance.
“I can’t-…I need you-.” Tomura gasps out, eyes looking straight into yours. His free arm loops under your waist to hold you close, four fingers digging into your side. He’s so hungry, so desperate, nearly begging for it…but he hesitates. He looks at you, yearning and wanting but completely serious, keeping his starvation for you on a leash. “Are you ready?”
You know what he means. He barely did any real foreplay, and he doesn’t wanna hurt you by rushing in- especially after so long without taking him. But damn if you care about any of that right now. You’re so wet the sheets under your hips are soaked, so turned on your body feels like it’s on fire, so needy for him it hurts, and so fucking in love that he could kill you right now and you’d forgive him.
“I’m- yeah- just- please, Tomura-.” You stammer out, hands straining under his tight grip in a vain attempt to pull him in closer. He holds you down effortlessly, hand carefully tightening around your wrists while your words send a shiver down his spine. You’ve given him permission, and, well…it’s your fault if it hurts now.
Tomura surges forward a second later, shoving aaaaall the way in with one hard thrust. You both moan, his more of a groan while yours pitched up into a cry. You’re so full now, feeling him everywhere. Every centimeter of his thick cock, every vein throbbing with hot blood, every little twitch, his tip kissing your cervix but feeling like it’s in your stomach. And you feel him spill fucking buckets of cum into you the second after he bottoms out.
The sounds coming out of Tomura’s mouth right now are nothing short of pornographic. His hand left your wrists to grab your hip, sinking into your skin hard enough to leave bruises as he holds you still. You feel every bit of his cum flood into you, warm and thick and completely unexpected by either of you. A broken whimper leaves his lips as he drops his forehead to your shoulder, hips jerking against yours as he rides out his abrupt orgasm.
“Sh-shit- ‘m sor-…ngh…” He mutters to you, cutting off the apology before he gets even more embarrassed.
You can feel his cheeks burning against your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, his breathing labored now as if he just ran a marathon. But he’s still impossibly, deliciously, hard inside you.
“Hey…it’s a-alright.” You murmur softly, petting his hair as smoothly as you can while he still throbs inside you. “Missed me too, hm?”
He groans at your question, but you both know it’s true. The evidence is inside you right now, settling deep in your womb.
Tomura pulls back a little, looking down at you with hazy eyes and a subtle annoyed pout. “It’s not my fault you feel so good.” He grumbles, hands softening on yours hips a bit.
You grin a little now, and it makes his heart thud. “Really? That’s the only thing you missed? The sex?” You’re challenging him, obviously, provoking him not only into admitting his true feelings, but also into fucking you through the mattress (which you’d get anyways).
Scoffing, Tomura rolls his eyes and sits up. “‘Course not, idiot.” He grabs your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders, keeping you nice and pinned under him. “Missed lots of things about you.”
You blink in surprise at the lack of effort you had to put in just to pull that much from him. But really, by now you should know better.
“Missed the way you look at me…”
He gives you a thrust, just one, but hard.
“Missed the way you say my name…”
He gives you another, leaning down closer so your knees nearly touch your shoulders.
“Missed the way you hold onto me…”
And you are now, because he’s pushing even deeper as he delivers yet another hard thrust.
“Missed the way you let me do whatever I want…”
Your knees are brushing your shoulders now, your nails digging into his biceps as your eyes roll back a little.
“…And I missed the way you look when you go stupid on my cock.”
He pauses then, just for a second, and you use the opportunity to look up at him through the haze of bliss settling over you. A shaky but smug little grin spreads on your lips, voice breathless and entirely too cocky as you tease him, “Mm-…missed me sooo much, right?”
Tomura huffs a little laugh, fond but dangerous, as he gazes down at you. A beat passes before he nods, eyes dark as they watch your own widen a little. But then he speaks, and you know you’re really fucked tonight. “Mhm…I did just miss you too…And I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget I just said that.”
—
It’s been hours by now.
Hours, and he’s still fucking hard, still ramming into you. Y’know when people say they’re ‘trying to make up for lost time’? Tomura is genuinely doing it.
You can barely breathe under him, your face shoved into the pillow as you heave and gasp and cry. One strong hand holds your hair, keeping you pinned down, while the other holds your hips up so you can’t collapse under him. Red eyes rove over your body, your hole clutching at him, your thighs shaking, his own bite marks and hickeys littering the soft skin from your jaw all the way down to your thighs.
“Ngh- fuuuuck…” Tomura groans roughly as he presses in and spills yet another load inside you, hips pumping slowly to push it in deeper and deeper.
It’s so much now that it distends your tummy just a little before pushing back and spilling out around his cock. The sight is so erotic, so fucking mouthwatering, that Tomura just stares at it while he hardens inside you again.
You feel it, of course, and a strangled little whine leaves your lips. One hand lets go of the death-grip you had on the sheets, reaching back to push lightly on his hip. “Wait…waitwaitwait-.” It comes out trembling and rushed, and you bury your face in the pillow as he stops.
You can feel him staring at you, his eyes boring into your back. Patient. Looming. Hungry. He’s waiting for you to tell him why he should wait, head cocking to the side as he listens to your ragged pants and weak whimpers. You squeeze your eyes shut, able to feel his composure compared to your utter disarray, the way he’s barely broken a sweat or lost his breath because that damn procedure boosted him so much.
“Just…gimme a second.” You plead softly, hand caressing his hip with shaky fingers.
Tomura lets out a sigh, but obeys your little plea. He slowly pulls out, a whine leaving both of you. As soon as he’s out, his eyes are once again fixed between your thighs, right where his cum is leaking out of your pussy like a slow leaking sink. But it’s the sound of your little whimper that draws his eyes back up to your face. His eyes soften just subtly, seeing the way you’re all red and panting and blinking back tears.
So, instead of pushing back in like he desperately wants to, Tomura wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you upright, your back against his chest. You gasp at the sudden reposition before melting back against him, chest heaving as you take in the fresh air. He nuzzles into your shoulder, fingers skimming up and down your sides as he holds you close.
“…You’re doing good.” He rasps against your skin, lips pressing into your neck in a subtle kiss.
Immediately, your cheeks flush at the praise. You know he means it, of course, and you know he appreciates it. You are doing good for him, letting him push you like this. But you both also know that you’re not doing it for him. You’re doing it because you want him just as much as he wants you.
Tomura holds you steady as you turn your upper body to the side to look at him instead. He holds your gaze with rare soft eyes, flickering over the tear tracks on your cheeks and the redness of your skin with a sort of analytical fondness he only holds for you. You reach up with a trembling hand, cupping his cheek and kissing his other one gently, watching as he closes his eyes and leans into both.
It’s an oddly soft scene compared to the obscenity of what was just happening, and compared to the puddle of his cum oozing out under you…and compared to the way he’s still hard and poking against your back. But neither of you care.
Tomura reaches up with one hand to grab your chin with a gentleness reserved solely for you, guiding you into a soft but intensely intimate kiss. Your lips move slowly together, much like the way he slowly turns you around in his hold to face him, keeping you steady with careful hands. Once you’re facing him fully, he pulls you in flush against his chest, his tongue snaking into your mouth to deepen the kiss.
Your hands tangle gently in his hair as he guides you to lay down beneath him again, settling between your thighs but not pushing for anything more. Instead, you bask in the simple enjoyment and intimacy of the kiss, the press of skin on skin, the truly innocent appreciation of a closeness that was missing for far too long.
Rough hands glide gently down your sides to your hips, massaging the sore joints with a tenderness that makes your heart ache. He pulls away from the kiss just as your grip on his hair tightens, his nose still brushing against yours as he looks down into your eyes with an almost heartbreaking affection.
“…You okay?” Tomura asks softly, hands now gliding down to rub at your trembling thighs.
You nod, eyes and cheeks dry now…albeit a bit red. He looks so damn beautiful like this- soft, vulnerable, hungry, intimate…and all for you. It’s addictive, really, the way he almost becomes a different person when he’s alone with you. Tomura presses an achingly sweet kiss to your forehead, one of his hands sliding up to caress your lower tummy.
“…Got no idea what I wanna do to you…” He mutters, almost to himself, his thumb brushing right over where his cum is still settled deep inside you.
You feel something inside you tighten, your entire torso heating up as your heart and your core clench at the same time. Gazing up into his eyes with an unguarded adoration, you slide your hands down to cup his face. Tomura leans heavily into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as you brush your own thumbs over his cheeks.
“I love you.” You murmur, so softly and so tenderly it makes Tomura’s heart ache…which doesn’t happen very often.
He opens his eyes then, so soft with affection he almost looks like a different person, like who he would’ve been if he didn’t end up like this. Tomura takes his hand off your tummy to grab one of yours instead, carefully interlocking your fingers. He doesn’t say he loves you verbally very often, maybe two or three times in all the time you’ve been together, but he shows it in the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing in this whole world that makes sense.
“Are you ready for more?” He asks lowly, voice soft with affection even as he inches his hips towards yours once more. “Wanna show you…how much I…”
Tomura trails off then, red eyes darting down to where his tip brushes against yours thigh. His ears are red beneath his hair, the words lodged in his throat even though he’s doing his best to show you. You squeeze his hand and nod a little, understanding completely exactly what’s going through his head. You just know him that well.
“Show me, then.” You murmur back, reaching up with your free hand to brush some hair out of his eyes. “But just one more…then I’m tapping out.”
Leaning into your touch, Tomura snickers affectionately at your response, nodding I agreement with just ‘one more’ round. Keeping one hand laced with yours, he reaches down to hook one of your legs over his elbow, spreading you out but keeping it more comfortable this time.
His eyes lock with yours again as his tip nudges at your entrance, pushing so slowly until the head slides inside with a wet squelch that makes your cheeks burn. You both gasp, little pants leaving both you as he pushes in at a devastatingly slow pace. You can feel every single centimeter pushing in this time, counting down the inches until he’s fully seated inside you, heavy and hot and throbbing.
“S-say it again.” Tomura gasps as he stays still, forehead pressing against yours while his hand squeezes yours with a careful tightness. “Tell me you-.”
“I-I love you.” You answer before he can even finish it, and it’s so earnest and true that it makes Tomura throb inside you. You continue breathlessly, murmuring so close he can feel your breath on his lips. “I love you so m-much, Tomura…”
Your words dissolve into a little moan as he moves, pulling back before rolling back in smoothly, slowly. Tomura’s heart is aching right now, swelling and bleeding with the amount that he feels for you. He’s thinking it, he feels it in his bones, he knows it…but his throat tightens every time he tries to say it.
He doesn’t even need to say it, though. Because you can feel it too. You feel it in the way he presses into you over and over, slow and deep and intimate. You feel it in the way his breathing stutters against your neck where he’s nuzzles his face. You feel it in the way he holds your hand and hugs around your waist. Most of all, you feel it in the way his heart is pounding through his chest against yours, and in the way your own heart responds.
Soft moans leave your lips as you hold onto him, grasping at his hand with one and scratching lightly at his back with the other. Even though he’s not being rough, he’s still so fucking deep, pushing at your cervix with every slow thrust. It’s enough to make your back arch, your pelvis lifting into his to beckon him even deeper. Tomura responds in kind, a low whimper leaving his lips as he grinds deeply into you.
“I d-do…really- ngh-.” Tomura whispers, uncharacteristically stuttering as he buries his face deeper in your neck, grasping at you even tighter. “Y-you know, right?”
You whimper as he presses in hard, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every slow roll and grind. You nod, pulling him even closer as your nails dig into his skin. “Mm! I-I know- I know-.”
Groaning, Tomura hauls you up flush against him as his hips speed up just a bit. It’s more of a smooth rhythm now, gliding in and out and in and out, feeling so perfect you both having to moan. He pulls back to look at you, his eyes glazed over with overflowing reverence for the absolute beauty under him. You look right back up at him, lips parting on moans and eyes shining with that blissful love he pulls out of you every time.
“Hah-…You’re beautiful.” Tomura murmurs, so quiet and so gentle it’s like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
And he really didn’t mean to say it out loud, but you’re squeezing him so tight and you’re moaning so sweet and you really are just so damn beautiful right now. Tomura watches your eyes go wide with shock before darting away, and his heart surges with affection.
Hips now making a gentle ‘plap’ noise with every thrust, Tomura lets go of your waist and grabs your jaw instead, making you look at him. “Ah- Don’t look away from me.”
It’s a command as much as it’s a plea, and you have no choice but to give in. You meet his gaze again, watery now from just how good you feel right now. His touch, his voice, his praise, it’s all just so good.
Tomura huffs a soft laugh when he sees the tears balancing on your lower lashes, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes under your eye, swiping away a stray tear before it can fall. “Don’t cry- Mm-…Want you t-to be happy.”
You blink in surprise, leaning into his touch, knowing that usually he encourages you to cry for him. But no, this time, Tomura wants you all soft and sweet, not crying and writhing under him (although he does love when you do that).
“I-I- ngh!” You get cut off as he grinds slowly into you again, bumping your cervix and your clit at the same time, making that coil in your lower tummy start tightening slowly. “I am h-happy- ah!”
He notices, of course, the way you start tightening around him. Tomura’s cock twitches and pulses inside you in response, his own end drawing near. But your words make his heart thud again, practically soaring at the fact that he makes you happy. He lets go of your cheek, sliding his hand down between your bodies to thumb at your clit instead, reveling in the way your back arches immediately and a high moan leaves your lips.
“Yeah?- hah- You like this?” He waits for you to nod before continuing, his hips moving with a bit more momentum now that he’s getting closer. “Tell me- Ngh- H-how much.”
Your hand clutches at his even tighter now as you get closer, your eyes fluttering shut momentarily before opening again just to watch him. You obey his demand immediately, brain turning to much again as he pumps into you with a new vigor, still much gentler than usual but now with a desperation that speaks of his own mounting pleasure.
“I l-love it- Ngh!- I love it- I love it, Tomura!” You babble, clenching and tensing tighter and tighter as he gets you closer and closer. “Feels so good- you m-make me feel so-!”
His thumb is rubbing almost roughly at your clit now despite his more moderate pace, but somehow it works just as well as usual. Your eyes are slowly rolling back, your whimpers pitching higher, your hips starting to buck up while your thighs tense. Tomura grunts at your increasing tightness, his pace picking up at your words of praise.
“You love it, huh-? Ngh-.” He asks, voice nearing a growl again as he gets closer to spilling inside you again. “Love this c-cock? Love me?”
Nodding without having to think about it, you yank him closer until he’s flush against your skin. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, scratching at his back with one hand and damn near breaking his fingers with the other. “Yes-! yesyesyes-! Love you- love you so m-much- NGH!”
You cum with a drawn out whine, clenching around him hard and raking your nails down his back. Tomura holds you close as he fucks you through it, his thumb continuing to rub at your clit until you’re whimpering and shaking under him. He pulls his hand away reluctantly only to cup the back of your head, tucking your face closer as he works to get himself off now.
“Fuck yes- Mm!- Yes y-you do- Love it- L-love-.” He cuts himself off with a needy groan, his hips slapping into yours uncontrollably now. “Love you- fuck!”
His jaw drops in bliss, hand fisting carefully in your hair while the other squeezes your hand hard enough to make the bones creak. You whine and moan against his skin, clinging to him tightly as he slams into your sensitive pussy. His words almost blow right over you, but he repeats it on a broken whimper as he rams in one last time to fill you up.
“AH-! L-love you- love you- MM-!” Tomura can barely control it as the words spill from his mouth, his body shuddering and jolting with the force of his final orgasm of the night.
He fills you up so deep every time, but this one feels somehow…special. His cum is so warm inside you, thick and heavy as it settles deep with his past releases. You shudder and mewl at the feeling, hips canting up to take it deeper while his own jerk and roll to push it in as much as possible. Tomura whines softly as you clench and ripple around him, coaxing more and more out of him until he’s finally, blessedly, run dry.
You’re both panting in the aftermath, sweaty and red and absolutely glowing with satisfaction. Tomura pulls away first after a few moments, looking down at you for a long pause before he’s pressing his lips to yours.
It’s painfully sweet, breathless from exertion and needy in a way that has nothing to do with lust. He lets go of your hand only to pull you impossibly closer, allowing you to cup his face with both hands. You both groan lightly against each other’s lips as he slowly pulls out, his release spilling out after him.
But Tomura doesn’t pull away from the kiss. He kisses you and kisses you and kisses you like he’s making up for future absences before they happen. You don’t complain though, only pulling him closer and helping each other come down through the sweet slide of his lips against yours.
He only pulls away when he absolutely has to breathe…and because he’s slowly losing the strength to hold himself up anymore. You watch as Tomura flops down on his side next to you, suddenly looking like the exhaustion hit him like a bus. You understand even if you’re also exhausted, and even if you’re more worried than before. The procedure was obviously hard on him, mentally and physically, and having marathon sex with you isn’t the rest he needs (not that he regrets it even a little bit).
Eyes heavily lidded now, Tomura slings a heavy arm around your waist and tugs you lazily into his chest. He’s not often one for much cuddling, but tonight is a…special case.
You go happily, pressing into his chest as the waves of sleep already start pulling you deeper and deeper into the darkness. Tomura relaxes fully against you as he feels you go slack, eyes fixed on the sheets even if his hand strokes your back lightly.
“…I take back what I said.” He mutters gruffly, just barely registering in your mind as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. “I want you to remember exactly what just happened.”
He doesn’t tell you what the procedure actually did. He doesn’t tell you about the ringing in his ears or the voice in his head. He doesn’t tell you about his Master’s plans. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Tomorrow will be back to normal- meetings, plotting, planning a full scale takeover of the country- the world. Tomorrow might be a fight. Tomorrow could be the end of it all.
But tonight…you’re his. And he’s yours. And Tomura is almost convinced that it’s everything he’s ever really wanted.
You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.
At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.
It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.
In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.
So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.
His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.
"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.
"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.
"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.
"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.
His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.
"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."
As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.
"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"
SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO
You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.
At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.
It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.
In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.
So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.
His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.
"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.
"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.
"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.
"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.
His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.
"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please."
As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.
"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"
SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO
Tomura isn’t a virgin. No, he hasn’t been one for probably 3 years now.
He was 17 when he lost his virginity. It wasn’t anything special, and it sure as well wasn’t anything great. But it was memorable.
For all the wrong reasons.
He remembers being a horny teenager who had no sexual outlet except for hentai games that he pirated on his computer, shitty porn sites All For One wired into the computer wifi, and a poorly made pringles can fleshlight DIY he saw on reddit.
It’s embarrassing to think about now, the way he was so desperate to fuck anything. At first it was his pillow, but when he got too lazy to change the damn pillow covers every other night, he switched to digging a hole into the side of his mattress. Sure, that felt nice, but when his foreskin snagged on one of the bed springs, he ultimately decided to throw out that idea.
The pringles can was only a temporary solution to a, what seemed to be, permanent problem. So, when he got sick of fucking the rubber of some latex glove shoved in a spongy pringles can, he finally got the nerves to ask All For One for a more…practical solution.
You’d think he would’ve been more embarrassed, going up to his master, of all fucking people, and asking for a way to fix his sexual frustration. But he wasn’t. He was a brat who was way to fucking horny for his own good, and, to give himself some slack, it was also All For One’s fault for raising him to be a brat anyways.
So, after bringing up the problem to his master, who he assumed would, y'know, help him and his problem, you could assume he was more than furious when he had only gotten an amused chuckle and some bullshit sage words from him.
Then, it happened. A few days later, when he finds some older woman parading herself half naked in their bar, and he really, really didn’t know what to do.
Then he found himself in bed with her, pathetically fucking into her, admittedly, loose pussy. Not that there was any problem with that, pussy was pussy. But he could tell there had been…a few good years of dicks in her.
And yeah, maybe it was a nice fuck, but her voice was
so annoying. And yeah, he might’ve been a virgin until then, but the way she moaned and mewled out his name was so, so obviously fake. It kinda hurt his ears. She didn’t even cum either, which, well, he kinda expected, but it still hurt, surprisingly.
And when they were done, and she left, he felt his bed was a little colder than usual. He felt…gross.
Is that was sex was supposed to be like? Gross? Fake?
He didn’t have sex again after that day.
Not for the next three years. He didn’t complain about his sexual frustrations, which had mysteriously gone away. He didn’t use his DIY Fleshlight, and hardly even touched himself. It was weird, but, that’s growing up, right?
Now he’s above that. Now, he was going to fufill what he was born to do. What he was made for.
And then all those plans went down the drain the moment he met you.
You. So soft and…chubby. You, some girl he had met at the local video game store who was trying to figure out which pair of cheap headphones would be better. He didn’t think much of you at first. He just glanced at you and went to the nearest wall of video games. It wasn’t until he felt your finger tap at his shoulder, that he really turned around to look at you.
Soft. Fuck, so, so, soft. Your face was round and your eyes were filled with hesitation, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you shyly nibbled at it. Your voice was shaky as you asked him which headphones he thought were better, and despite the heart beat in his chest he bitterly asked you why you were asking him.
And then you giggled. You fucking giggled. A sound so fucking sweet he popped a boner the moment he heard it.
He doesn’t remember much from there. But that doesn’t matter now, right? Cause now he has you all soft and pliant for him, eagerly taking his dick like it’s all you knew how to do.
Your mound was soft and wet, pubes that matched the shade of your hair slicked down with your own arousal and his pre-cum. Your clit was perked up, eagerly twitching out of its hood with each slap of his hips meeting yours.
His cock fit inside you perfectly, fuck, like your pussy was made for him. You weren’t so tight that you were snapping his dick off, but you weren’t so loose that he could slide right out. Nothing like that woman’s.
And your moans were real. Real in the way where when he wasn’t hitting that spongy spot inside you, you would only let out soft gasps instead of those pretty moans he was slowly getting addicted to. Real in the way where your throat closed up and they became shaky when you started feeling that coil in your pudgy tummy.
And when you both came, you held onto him. You held onto him and you didn’t leave. You stayed with him, and for once he didn’t feel…gross. He didn’t feel regret.
No. You were warm. You were real. And you were his.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
A/N: Here’s a little snack for y’all while you wait for my bigger posts <3 also not proofread, oopsie~
Pairing: Shigaraki x gn reader
Word count: 2,051
Warnings: noncon, oral (giving), somnophilia, drugging, slight yandere
notes: So, this is my first ever 18+ fic. I hope it’s good, I think it is. I honestly surprised myself with how well I did. I also realized while writing it that I could make a gender neutral reader if I wanted to. Though if I were to write more in the future, it would probably be female readers.
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Tomura is beautiful
you realized. Yes, he was also hot and handsome. But there was just a strange beauty about him that you couldn’t deny. Was it his face? His scars somehow adding a different kind of allure? Or was it his hair? You always loved the color. Or was it his eyes? Red that felt as if they were piercing through your soul? Or his body? Or maybe it was just everything.
You actually hadn’t realized this until recently. You weren’t sure when it started, when you started to notice his attraction. But it was probably when you were all hanging around the bar. Everyone was doing their own thing. Shigaraki was passed out on the couch. The smell of alcohol burned your nose, increasing in intensity when you got closer.
You watched him as he lay there. He was much more relaxed like this. Every other time you had seen him, he’d been tense. Like there was always something on that back of his mind that he was wary of. But there was something odd about this. Something so… peaceful, and vulnerable, about seeing him asleep. You found yourself wishing that Father would evaporate so you could see his whole face.
once his door clicks shut, you turn to him, ears flat against your head, eyes round and watering already. he pinches your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger making you look up at him.
“bunny.” he starts, watching your lip wobble.
“‘m sorry.” you whine. “i.. i thought it was fine.” you blink up at him, tears slipping down your cheeks. “you were busy and- hic! you always let me and.. mm, dabi was so warm.. i-”
he pinches your cheeks harder, stopping you. “you can’t hump every guy you see.” he looks into your eyes.
“do you hate me?” your tears start flowing faster. “‘m sorry, shiggy. ‘m sorry, please.”
he sighs, knowing it’s dabi’s fault more than yours, and maybe partially his because he was ignoring you.. he lets go of your cheeks and starts to wipe away your tears. you wrap your arms around him, burying your head in his chest and start sobbing.
he brings you to the bed with him, petting back your hair, and you crawl into his lap, burying your head into his neck. you’re already humping against him, hot tears falling onto his skin. he drags his fingers down your ear and you tremble, whining for more.
“please, don’t hate me.” you rub your face against his neck, humping against him faster. “t-tomura.”
he grips your hips, stopping your movements. he lifts you off to pull your panties down and shoves down his pants letting his cock spring free. you whimper desperately, tears still spilling down your flushed cheeks as you crawl back in his lap.
“shh, bunny. i don’t hate you.” he cups your cheeks as you slide yourself against his cock.
“can i.. i wanna.. please shiggy, wanna ride you.” you’re lifting up after every roll of your hips just wanting him to push inside.
he wraps a hand around your waist and lifts you, other hand wrapping around his cock and sliding through your honeyed folds. you’re whimpering, pleading, kissing all over his face, hips jerking desperately trying to get him to catch on your pussy.
“there you go.” he pushes his tip in.
you waste no time and sink down on him, toes curling from the way he stretches you out. you’re rolling your hips, whimpers spilling out of your parted lips as you move faster. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your head in his neck again and start bouncing against him.
“starting to feel better?” he tugs at your little puff tail.
“mhm.” you nod.
each drag of his cock in and out of your pussy leaves your ears twitching. he smiles and brings a hand up to your head, sliding his fingers down one of your ears, feeling the soft fur and how you hump against him faster. his hips are snapping up to meet yours, your slick dripping down your thighs and all over his.
he feels your tears still dripping down his neck and he sighs, pulling you out of hiding. he’s wiping at your tears as you rock against him, lip caught between your teeth, chin still wobbling.
“shigggyyyy.” you whine, sniffling and riding him faster.
“‘s wrong now, bunny?” he grunts, feeling you squeeze around him.
“wanna cum.” you pant. “please shiggy, i wanna- hic! wanna cum!”
“you can cum.” his fingers dig into your waist when you burst around him.
“shig- shiggy feels s’good!” you’re humping against him so fast the bed is creaking.
he helps you keep your pace, fucking up into you himself while you recover and go right back to riding him and whining out his name. he holds you close, feeling his own orgasm rising higher.
he starts to thrust into you slower, savoring the way you flutter around him. each time you land against his thighs with a wet smack, he almost cums and has to clench his jaw to hold back. he can feel how bad your legs are shaking and when he takes over your movements he knows you’re about to cum again.
“shigs, shiggy gonna- ngh!”
“s’okay, you can cum.” he nods and it’s instant that you’re cumming around him.
he grunts and starts to fill you with his hot pleasure, pumping it into you in deep strokes. you cling around him, whimpering into his neck, still trying to roll your hips against his. you both sit there panting and he shifts slightly to pull you off.
“noooo!” you whine.
“just gonna play for a little bit.” he taps your tail.
“lemme come with.. just want you to stay inside.” you whisper into his neck.
“gonna sit still?” his hands slide to your waist.
“mhm.” you pull back with a small smile.
he lifts you up and brings you with him over to his gaming chair. he helps you settle, hands gripped on your waist for a second getting used to you wrapped around him so tightly. he scoots closer to his pc and when he starts the game you shift your hips.
“bunny.” he warns.
“‘m sorry.” you murmur, lips brushing against his neck.
you do your best to sit still, but every time he moves closer or twists a certain way he twitches inside you.
“shiggy.” you whimper.
“shush.” he pats your ass. “said you’d be good.” he mumbles, focusing back on his game.
it’s not the most convenient having you sit on his cock while he plays but it ensures dabi won’t come and steal you away again.
naoya zenin x f!reader
• genre: smut, married au (not related to jjk lore)
• content warning: mdni (minors do not interact), no kids allowed!, explicit sexual content, degradation kink, heavy profanity and explicit insults throughout, rough/aggressive sex all in all, this is very toxic (given naoya is here, it’s toxic by default)
Ten years.
That’s how long you’ve been legally tied to Naoya Zenin.
He is a lot of things: a narcissist, a misogynist, and a man who definitely spends more time on his hair than he does on his personality.
But for a decade, your arrangement was simple. You lived like ghosts: no touches, no "how was your day," and certainly no shared bed. The only time your lips ever met was at the altar on your wedding day.
You were vibrant everywhere else. You were the life of the party, the girl with the sharpest wit and the loudest laugh— except when you crossed the hallways of the Zenin estate.
Around him, you were a stone— a statue.
The Zenin elders love their tradition, which is basically code for sitting in a room, having dinner all together. But tonight, Toji was there. And God, Toji was a breath of fresh air in a room full of stale, ego-inflated assholes.
He didn’t care about your "rank” or label. When you made a dry comment about the soup, he barked out a laugh and fired back a rebuttal that actually had you giggling.
Across the table, Naoya looked like he had swallowed a bag of lemons. His knuckles were white, his eyes darting between you and the cousin he both worshipped and envied.
The front door hadn't even fully clicked shut behind the last guest before the air in the foyer turned toxic.
Naoya was leaning against a pillar while he looked at you with that arrogant grin, but his eyes were twitching.
"You looked like a desperate little bitch tonight," he spat. "Giggling at Toji’s every word? It was embarrassing. Have some fucking dignity, even if you aren't a real Zenin."
You stopped mid-step. Usually, you’d just walk past him. But tonight?
Tonight, the ten years of repressed bullshit finally boiled over.
"Dignity?" You turned. "You’re talking to me about dignity? You spent the whole night staring at Toji like a kicked puppy wanting its master’s attention. It’s pathetic, Naoya."
His grin vanished. He stepped into your space, trying to intimidate you. "Watch your mouth. You’re lucky I even let you keep that last name."
"Oh, fuck your last name!" You snapped, the volume of your voice echoed through the silent halls. "You’ve spent a decade acting like I’m beneath you, like I’m some fucking piece of furniture. Then the second I have a human conversation with a man who isn't a total prick, you lose your mind? What is it, Naoya? Are you mad I’m talking to him, or are you just mad he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be?"
The silence that followed was heavy. Naoya’s face went through shock, fury, and something that looked like wounded pride.
"Go to hell," he hissed.
"I’ve been in hell for ten years, darling. I’m going for a drink."
You didn't pack a bag. You grabbed your keys, shoved past him, deliberately clipping his shoulder, and marched out the door.
As you tore down the driveway in your car, your heart was hammering against your ribs. You pulled out your phone and hit the group chat.
Behind you, in that big, cold house, Naoya Zenin stood in the foyer, staring at the closed door.
He told himself he didn't care.
He told himself you were just a tool, a nuisance. But as he looked at the spot where you had just stood, his chest felt tight.
It wasn't love. Naoya didn't know how to do that.
But it was a possessive, ugly jealousy that was currently eating him alive. And for the first time in a decade, the house felt way too fucking quiet.
By the time you were four or more shots deep into the "I Hate My Husband" cocktail menu, the world had turned blurry. Then the air in the bar shifted. It got more annoying somehow? Like a devil stepped on it.
Naoya stood at the entrance— well, yes, a devil indeed stepped inside the bar.
He immediately spotted you slumped over the mahogany bar, took one look at your messy hair and flushed face, then his jaw tightened so hard.
"Get up," he commanded as he reached for your arm. "You’re making a fucking scene."
"Oh look! It's the my fucking husband!" You chirped, swaying as you stood. You shoved his hand away. "Go away, Naoya. Go polish your ego or whatever the fuck you do at night."
He managed to pour you into the passenger seat of his car, but he couldn't pour you into silence. As he was driving, you were practically singing insults to him. Cause what? Being drunk is a good excuse, you can be as HONEST as you can because you’re under the influence of alcohol. Smart, right?
"You think you’re so special because you can move fast?" You slurred, gesturing wildly at the dashboard. "You’re just a fast-moving asshole. Toji doesn't even have a cursed technique and he still makes you look like a background character. A background character, Naoya!"
"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you," Naoya hissed, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The mention of Toji was like pouring salt in an open wound. "You’re drunk and pathetic. It’s embarrassing that I’m even seen with you."
"Then don’t be! Leave me at the bar! Leave me on the side of the road!" You shouted, kicking the floor mat. "You’re just a fragile little boy. Does it hurt? Does it hurt that even when I’m wasted, I’d rather talk to a wall than you?"
"I said shut up!" Naoya roared, the car swerving slightly as his composure finally snapped. "You don't know shit! You're a trophy that doesn't even look good on the shelf anymore!"
"I'm not a trophy, I'm a person! A person who fucking hates you!"
When the car stopped in the Zenin driveway, you refused to move. You gripped the door so hard. "I'm not going in. I’m sleeping in the garden. At least the dirt is more welcoming than you."
"Like hell you are."
Naoya didn't negotiate. He stormed around the car, ripped the door open, and unbuckled you. Before you could process it, he grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulder.
"Put me down, you bastard!" You screamed, your fists drumming against his back. You wiggled violently, your legs kicking the air. "Let me go! I’ll bite you! I swear to God, Naoya, I will bite your shoulder!"
"Try it and see what happens," he growled as his hand gripped the back of your thighs.
He marched toward the sliding doors, ignoring your muffled curses and the way your dress was riding up.
He didn't drop you until he reached the center of his own room, the room you never entered. He tossed you onto the tatami mats, hovering over you, chest heaving.
"You're an embarrassment," he panted, as his eyes bored into yours.
"And you're a fucking loser," you wheezed back, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
The morning sun filtered through Naoya’s room, mocking you with its brightness.
You were sprawled on his futon. the first time in a decade you’d ever been in his bed.
Naoya was already up. He was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, looking infuriatingly put-together in a black yukata. His eyes were cold, tracking you as you sat up and clutched your pounding head.
"Finally awake," he drawled. "Do you have any idea the amount of shit I’m going to have to clean up because of your little performance last night? The servants are already whispering."
You squinted at him, the memories of the car ride, the screaming, the insults, the way he’d hauled you over his shoulder— hit you. But you didn't feel guilty. You felt light.
"Let them whisper," you said.
You stood up, swaying only slightly. "I didn't do anything wrong, Naoya."
"You embarrassed me," he hissed, stepping closer. "You disrespected me in front of the family, and then you acted like a common whore at a bar."
"Oh, shut the fuck up," you snapped, waving a hand dismissively. "I’m done with the lectures. I’m done with the cold glares. I’m done with you. I want a divorce."
The word made Naoya’s face go pale for a split second before a dark, ugly sneer twisted his features. He let out a sharp, mocking laugh that didn't sound nearly as confident as he wanted it to.
"A divorce? You think it’s that easy?" He took two long strides, invading your space. "What’s the real reason? Is this about last night? Is it because you want to go fuck my cousin instead? Is that it? You’ve been salivating over Toji since he walked in."
You looked him dead in the eye.
"Honestly, Naoya? Yeah," you whispered. "Maybe I do. Because let’s be real—Toji probably has a bigger dick than your entire personality. And it’s definitely bigger than whatever you’ve been hiding under that yukata for ten years."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Naoya’s jaw dropped, his ego not just "tampered with" but shattered into a million jagged pieces. He looked like he wanted to scream, or maybe choke you, or maybe, for the first time in his life, admit that he was terrified of you actually leaving.
"You... you low-class—"
"Save it," you interrupted, walking toward the door without looking back. "I’ll have the papers sent. Try to sign them without crying too hard."
—--
You turned for the door, but Naoya was faster. He moved way faster, immediately slamming his palm against the frame to block your exit.
"I’m not fucking done with you!" He roared angrily. "You don't get to say something like that to me and then just walk out. You don't get the last word!"
"Get out of my way, Naoya!" You shoved his chest with both hands, fueled by a decade of held back rage.
You lunged at him, trying to physically plow through him.
It was a mess.
You grabbed his collar and he grabbed your waist to steady himself, but his heel caught on the edge of the raised tatami— making his balance snap. He went down hard, and because you were still tightly fisting his yukata, you went right down with him.
The air left his lungs as he hit the futon. You landed squarely on top of him, your knees bracketed around his hips, and your chest heaving against his.
For a long, agonizing minute, the only sound in the room was the ragged rhythm of your breathing. The anger was still there, but it was momentarily forgotten by the sudden body contact with each other. Naoya’s hands were still gripped tight on your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid you’d run away if he let go.
You looked down at him. His hair was a mess, messy across the pillow, and his dark eyes were wide.
Slowly, you reached up. You didn't slap him. Instead, you let your hands roam over his face. Your thumbs traced his jawline, then moved up to squeeze his cheeks—hard. You gripped his face, hoping this small move could break this man.
"You have such a pretty face, Naoya," you whispered. You leaned down until your lips were inches from his ear, he flinched a little— tickled by your hot breath as you continued to whisper. "You really are a beautiful, arrogant little god, aren't you?"
He let out a shaky breath, his grip on your waist tightened until it almost hurt.
"But your mouth..." you continued, your fingers dug into his skin as you forced him to look at you. "If you could have just learned how to shut that fucking mouth for five minutes over the last ten years... if you weren't such a pathetic, insecure prick..."
You felt his heart hammering against your chest. You couldn’t tell if his rage is being fueled by what you said or if he is finally showing signs of liking his wife all along.
"I would have loved to fuck you," you breathed, watching his pupils dilate. "I would have let you do whatever you wanted. But you just couldn't stop talking, could you?"
You felt him shiver underneath you, a genuine— almost terrifying tremor of desire.
Between the two of you, the agonizing ten years of wasted tension was finally forcing its way out.
Naoya stared up at you, chest rising and falling. For a second, he looked paralyzed by what you’d said. Honestly, he was shook to his core that he’d been so close to having exactly what he wanted, only to realize he’d talked himself out of it for a decade.
"Is that right?" He hissed.
Before you could blink, he moved. In one violent motion, the world spun. The ceiling replaced the floor, and you were slammed back into the futon with the weight of him pinning you down.
He bracketed your arms above your head, squeezing your wrists against the mat. His hair was completely wrecked, and the “i-don’t-care-about-my-wife” mask had finally cracked, revealing a man who was starving for the very person he’d spent years insulting.
"You think you’re the only one who’s been holding back?" Naoya growled, face inches from yours. He mimicked your earlier gesture, one hand leaving your wrist to grip your face, his thumb pressed firmly into your lower lip. "You want me to shut my mouth? Fine."
He leaned down, until his forehead was pressed against yours.
"You spend ten years acting like a statue, then you come alive for him? For Toji?" His voice dropped, it sounds suspiciously calm now. "I’m the one you’re married to. I’m the one who owns this house. And if you think I’m going to let you walk out of here after telling me you’d rather fuck him than me, you’re more delusional than I thought."
He shifted his weight, pressing his lower body firmly against yours, making sure you felt exactly how much your "bigger dick" comment had affected him.
His eyes were burning, not even trying to be subtle with the desperate hunger in there that he couldn't hide behind a rebuttal.
"I don't need to say a fucking word to show you how wrong you are," he muttered against your skin.
He wasn't grinning anymore. But instead of breaking, you started to laugh.
It wasn't a sweet giggle or a nervous titter; it was a loud, mocking cackle that bubbled up from your chest and hit him right in the face. You looked up at him and all you saw was a pathetic, blonde boy playing dress-up in his father’s authority.
"Oh my God," you wheezed. "You really are that insecure, aren't you? You're literally vibrating because I mentioned someone else's name. Ten years of 'I don't care about you,' and one mention of Toji has you acting like a territorial stray dog. It’s fucking hilarious, Naoya."
His grip on your wrists tightened until the skin bruised. "You think this is a joke? You think I’m some comedy act for you to laugh at?"
"I think you're the punchline," you shot back. "You're so obsessed with being the best, but you’re terrified that in the one place it actually matters, you’re just nothing."
That was the final straw.
Naoya didn't have a witty rebuttal left.
He didn't have a condescending remark. He just had rage.
He was so fucking done with how much you’d tethered with his ego that he lunged down, crashing his mouth against yours for a bruising and desperate kiss. An attempt to reclaim an authority he is not sure he had over you in the first place.
"Shut up," he growled against your mouth between wet and messy stabs of his tongue. "You’re a brat. You’re a loud-mouthed, ungrateful bitch who doesn't know her place."
You didn't pull away. You didn't even try to escape.
You rolled your eyes from the sensation and almost wanted to punch yourself for getting hypnoticed by that move.
But you didn’t let him just have his way through it. You freed one hand from his loosened grip and slammed it against the back of his neck, letting your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer as you fought for dominance in the kiss.
You broke away for just a second, trying to gasp for air. "Is that the best you’ve got? You kiss so fucking bad, Naoya. Slow down, you're embarrassing yourself again."
"I’ll kill you," he whispered, though his hands were wandering down your sides with a shaky hunger that suggested he’d much rather do the opposite.
"Do it then," you challenged with a feral grin splitting your face as you pulled his head back down by his hair. "But we both know you'd rather have me stay and hate you than be alone with your own shitty ego. You're a fucking loser, Naoya."
You bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and for the first time in a decade, the silence of the Zenin estate was replaced by the sound of two people finally tearing each other apart.
This wasn't a love story; it was a fucking exorcism.
Naoya was usually so calculated, but now his fingers were trembling as he shoved the fabric of your dress down your shoulders.
"You're so fucking pathetic," you gasped, back arching off the futon as he bit a trail of fiery kisses down your neck. "Look at you. The great Naoya Zenin, reduced to a desperate dog because I bruised his tiny ego. Does it hurt, Naoya? Knowing you’re only touching me because you’re scared I’ll find someone better?"
"Shut your fucking mouth," he snarled. He hooked his fingers into your underwear and yanked them down, his immediate eyes scanned your body. "You talk so much shit for someone whose heart is beating out of her chest right now. You’re just as desperate as I am. You've been starving for this for ten years, you ungrateful bitch."
He pressed his weight into you with his hard and lean body, pinning yours into the mats. He started to grind against you, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core. He wasn't even inside you yet, but the friction of his clothed dick against your bare pussy had you let out a sharp, involuntary moan.
"Oh, did that get you?" He mocked with a grin returning to his face as he watched your eyes cloud over.
"In your dreams," you hissed. You reached down, diving beneath the folds of his yukata.
You found him immediately. His dick is stiff, pulsing, and undeniably ready. You wrapped your fingers around the length of him, and gave him a firm, possessive stroke that made his entire body go rigid. "Look at this. Look how hard you are just because I told you you’re a loser. You’re a fucking masochist, Naoya. You love that I hate you."
Naoya’s head fell back, and a strangled groan escaped his throat as you moved your hand up and down faster, your thumb circling the tip at the same time.
"I'm going to... I'm going to break you," he panted.
"Try it," you challenged.
He didn't wait. He shoved your hand away and forced his way between your thighs, his fingers diving into your pussy without warning. You were already wet— a fact he didn't hesitate to point out with a mocking laugh.
"Look at this," he whispered, while his three fingers worked you with a fast-paced in and out. "You’re soaking for me. All that talk about Toji, and here you are, falling apart because I touched you. You’re a liar, and a fucking mess."
"And you’re still... a fucking prick," you managed to choke out, your fingers digging into his shoulders, leaving deep red scratches on his skin.
You were sick of looking at his smug, judgmental face while he worked his fingers inside you.
You wanted to humiliate him as much as he wanted to dominate you. So, you grabbed his hair and shoved him down. You didn't just pull him toward your body suddenly, forcing him back against the pillows so you could straddle his head.
"You want to talk so much, Naoya? Use that mouth for something useful instead of just spewing bullshit," you hissed, slamming your pussy down onto his face.
The weight of you forced his head into the futon.
He let out a muffled sound against your thigh while his hands came up to grip your hips. He tried to pull away, because his ego was clearly reeling from the sudden shift in power, but you leaned forward, tangling your fingers in his hair, pinning him there.
"Don't move," you commanded. "Eat. Since you’re so obsessed with being a 'master' of everything, show me how good you really are."
Naoya’s pride must have been screaming, but his body was a traitor.
After a second of tense resistance, you felt his tongue swipe against you, filled with a desperate need to prove himself. He wasn't being gentle. He was eating you out, making his tongue work with the same aggressive speed he used in a fight.
"Fuck," you gasped, as your head fall back. "Is that... is that the Zenin technique? Just being a persistent little dog?"
He let out a growl against your skin, flicking his tongue harder and his teeth grazing your clit in a way that made your vision go white. He looked up at you from between your legs.
"You’re a failure, Naoya," you moaned, pulling him by the hair even tighter against you. "Ten years... ten years and you finally... oh god... you finally shut the fuck up."
He bit your inner thigh, before going back to work on your clit. He was determined to make you scream his name, to make you take back every insult you’d ever throw at his head.
You were both vibrating with hatred. And your insults turned into broken moans as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
"Still... a loser," you managed to wheeze out, even as your hips began to buck uncontrollably against his mouth. "Still... just a... god, fuck."
He didn't stop until you were shaking, your body arched in a violent climax that left you slumped over him.
The moment you stopped shaking, Naoya didn't give you a second to breathe. He grabbed your waist and flipped you back onto the futon so fast. He was hovering over you, and his yukata was already discarded. You looked down momentarily and now his dick looked thick and angry, pulsing with the same rage that was written all over his face.
"My turn to make you shut up," he growled.
He didn't ease into it. He grabbed your knees and shoved them back toward your shoulders, pinning you in a brutal mating press that left you completely exposed and vulnerable.
He lunged forward, burying the full, thick length of his dick into your pussy in one unapologetic thrust.
"Fuck!" You screamed, as your internal walls stretched to accommodate him. "You—you arrogant bastard!"
"Yeah, keep screaming," Naoya hissed as he began to slam into you. Each thrust was heavy,his balls slapping against your ass too because of the force. "Tell me again how Toji’s dick is bigger while I’m stretching you out like this. Tell me while I’m fucking the soul out of you."
You reached up, nails digging into the muscles of his chest, carving red scratches through his skin. You grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head down. "You’re still... a pathetic prick, Naoya! You're only hitting it this hard because you're insecure! Is this all you have??"
"I'll show you speed, you bitch," he snarled, sure enough his pace became frantic and punishing.
He was bottoming out with every stroke, his dick was hitting your cervix with a force that made your breasts bounce. He reached down, gripping your throat, to remind you exactly who was on top.
"Look at you," he panted. "Ten years of acting like a saint, and now you’re under me, taking my dick and begging for more. Your pussy is so tight, it’s like it was waiting for me to finally claim and fuck it."
"Claim and fuck it? Ah!" You wheezed, even as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. Your body was betraying every word out of your mouth. "You’re just—ah!—you’re just a man I’m using to get off!"
"Keep lying to yourself," Naoya groaned. He started to grind his hips against yours at the deepest point of the thrust, his dick was twitching inside your, not even calming down even after several balls deep thrusts. "You love this. You love that I’m the one inside you. Say my name. Say it, or I’ll stop right fucking now."
"Go to hell, Naoya!" You shouted, but your hands moved to his ass, pulling him back in every time he tried to withdraw.
"Say it!" He roared, slamming into you one last time.
The friction was unbearable, the feeling of his thick cock filling you up while you both threw insults and hate at each other made the climax hit harder. You screamed his name in an angry outburst, as he came deep inside you. His body shook with the force of his release, pinning you into the mat.
The sun was high now, but neither of you had moved.
Naoya was still pinned deep inside you and the room was reeking with the smell of sex and the absolute destruction of your decade-long cold war.
Just as Naoya started to pull out, a very sophisticated tapping echoed from the sliding paper doors.
"Master Naoya?" A servant’s voice called out, muffled but clear. "The elders have requested your presence in the courtyard for the morning briefing. They’ve been waiting for twenty minutes."
Naoya froze. Then scrambled to his knees, his face went pale as he tried to look for his discarded yukata. He looked desperate to maintain the facade of a cold clan leader without even realizing he was currently covered in your nail marks and hickeys.
"I will be there shortly," Naoya called out. He glared down at you. "Tell them I was—"
You looked at his panicked, arrogant face and felt a surge of pure, chaotic evil.
"Oh, Naoya!" You wailed, purposely shouting your voice loud enough to carry through the entire wing of the estate. You arched your back, grabbing the headboard and letting out a long moan that sounded like you were being split in half. "Don't stop now! Fuck, you're so deep!"
Naoya’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. He lunged forward, his hand immediately diving to cover your mouth, but you bit his palm hard as a muffled laughter bubble in your throat.
"Is everything alright, Young Master?" The servant asked, their voices trembling with awkward realization.
"Everything is fine!" Naoya hissed through gritted teeth.
You didn't stop. You reached up, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him back down into you, ,making your hips buck up to meet him with an unmistakable slap.
"God, Naoya! You're so much better than your cousin!" You screamed, making sure to project your voice right at the door. "Fuck me harder, you blonde prick!"
Outside, you heard the sound of the servant’s footsteps practically sprinting away in pure terror.
Naoya looked like he wanted to melt into the tatami and die. His image was currently being dragged through the dirt by the woman he’d spent ten years ignoring.
"You fucking bitch," he whispered, though he didn't pull away. In fact, seeing him so humiliated, so completely stripped of his dignity, was the biggest turn-on yet.
He looked down at you with a mix of genuine hatred and burning lust in his eyes, and realized he was trapped.
"What's the matter, Master Zenin?" You smirked, pulling his head down by his earlobes until your lips brushed his. "Afraid the elders will find out you’re actually human? Now shut the fuck up and finish what you started. I'm not done ruining your morning."
warnings: explicit content mdni!, misogyny, light cnc, strict dom!naoya, sub!reader, impact play, ball-gag, breath play, clit-pinching, hair-pulling, name-calling (bitch, slut, whore), creampie, breeding kink, two seconds of aftercare, possessive naoya, naoya is your husband, naoya is his own warning kkkkkkkk~
word count: 1.9k
author’s note: naoya pushed his hair back in the middle of his first on-screen fight, and infected my brain with these disgusting, abhorrent thoughts. i hate him. this universe is random. naoya is still a smarmy, rich asshole, but ain’t no sorcery going on. enjoy.
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“You’re my loyal little bitch. Say it.”
“Mmmfhhhfmm…” your tongue struggled against the red ball-gag Naoya had loosened from your mouth—not nearly enough.
He rolled his eyes, and reached forward to thread a finger in between the ball and your teeth. “Say it!” he grit out.
“I—hnng….I’m youuurr loyal little b-bitchh, M-Master!” you gasped out, your spit cascading around his finger and down your chin.
“And you better not forget it. Now, shut up and take this cock,” Naoya sneered with a quirk in his deviant smile. He refastened the gag around your head, wiped his finger off in your hair, then returned his attention to his favorite part of you—your tight, drooling cunt.
After ten minutes of berating you and tauntingly poking at your cervix, he finally started to fuck you properly again. He spread your rear cheeks apart to the point of pain for you, and cocked his head at the sight of your asshole puckering, and your pathetic little labia stretching around his girth.
Ahh, yes.
This was the sweet spot, right here.
Silence—aside from his groans of pleasure, your muffled cries, and his heavy nuts slapping against your needy, neglected clit.
You talked entirely too much today, to a man who wasn’t him…
Your punishment was hours of being gagged, edged, and used until he grew bored of you, or hungry for something else.
He grabbed a messy fistful of your hair, yanked it back, and picked up his pace, remembering how you were twirling the ends of your locks while yapping with Choso…
That simp was more of a threat than Naoya cared to admit. All it took was one compliment and a few seconds of back and forth, and you practically squished your tits against that bastard.
Your tits—Naoya’s property…
Tschhhh… You were two years married, and still a little slut, needing to be reminded of your place…
You had thought you were out of your husband’s line of sight, covered under one of the balconies on this gargantuan yacht. You were tipsy, struggling with your sea legs in your stilettos, needing a break from the party.
There was a dark, secluded couch, with a view overlooking most of the festivities. Choso was sat, relaxed, leaning back and absentmindedly swirling the watered-down bourbon in his glass. You passed by, didn’t see him, and tripped over his outstretched leg.
He caught you, complimented your outfit, and settled you beside him on the couch, all in one smooth move. You didn’t mean to stay there too long with him—but he just…smelled so good… And he was such a gentleman…
“You thinkin’ about that fuckin’ simp?” Naoya paused his thrusting and rolled his hips around, finding that angle that feels just right on his shaft. “I feel you clenching on me, whore…”
You moaned and feebly shook your head ‘no’.
“Don’t lie. I saw you throw yourself at him.” He let your hair go, and poked the back of your skull away from him with his fingers in disgust.
You squealed against the gag when those fingers quickly found and pinched at your clit—too hard!! His other hand held onto your hip tighter, and his pinching—turned into rubbing… Your squeals softened…into sighs of pleasure.
“Ahhhh, there we go… You might entertain those thoughts, but remember who’s hands you’re in.”
Before you started to enjoy it too much, he pinched your clit again.
“Naa—oooyaa~!” you brokenly yelped against the gag.
“That’s right… I’m your Master. Only me. Start fucking me back, and I might let you cum…” Again, switching from that harsh pinch, to another slick rub…
You stirred against his hand, and your sopping pussy clamped down harder on his thick, pulsing cock. You were shocked at how he lasted this long...
He usually got off quick on torturing you, pushing you almost to orgasm, only to ultimately deny you… But right now, he was letting you get so close, you actually believed him.
You steadied your hands on the bed arched your back for him, your ass meeting his thrusts with fervor.
“Mmh, fuck… Keep going… That’s it…” the blond brute mumbled, and stopped his own motions, deciding to watch you.
He removed his hands from you entirely and threaded his fingers back in his hair, flexing his arms. “Do that circular motion again… Yeah, that’s the one… You nasty little slut, keep milkin’ my cock…” He sighed and closed his eyes, now focusing on his pleasure.
Your eyes screwed shut at the stretch of him. He always liked the opposite motions than what you needed to get off.
You wanted it curved to the left, so he opted for the right.
You wanted him to rub at your clit, he’d pinch and flick it instead.
You wanted him to suck your nipples, he’d lick and bite around the fat of your tits—everywhere but the nips.
Naoya—was an evil man.
And he turned you on—so much.
“Faster.”
You sped up your hips and bit down on the gag, frustration getting to you. He's had you locked up in the captain’s lavish quarters for hours, now. For the first hour, he edged you while critiquing the decor, before even putting his tip inside you, wanting you to be a welcoming ocean for his torpedo of a dick.
You were takin’ him well, he’d admit that much.
But not for your ears. You didn’t deserve his praise just yet.
“Tshhh… I said faster, bitch.”
One hard *smack!* on your ass, and you bucked against him as fast as you could. Your shoulders and thighs were burning… Your eyes, fighting back tears…
Wasn't enough for him still.
Naoya opened his eyes again, and stilled you with assertive hands on your hips. “What am I thinking, you can’t do a man’s job… I’ll show ya’ how it’s done.”
You barely processed what he said before he had your face pressed into the nearest tufted pillow. With his iron grip on the back of your neck, you could hardly breathe.
He pulled his length out almost all the way, and then with one punishing thrust, slammed into you again. “Mmmh!!” you shrieked around the gag and into the pillow, tapping your feet against the bed in reflexive protest.
Any harder, and he would have bruised your cervix again, like he did the last time you pissed him off…
“Stop wiggling around. I ain’t pullin’ out,” Naoya leaned forward and growled in your ear, “You still owe me an heir…” He smirked and started fucking you again, but slowly…much to your surprise.
You gushed around his cock, and whimpered into the pillow.
“Be good and give me a boy, and I’ll buy you this yacht,” he mumbled against your skin, a sudden change in demeanor that made you melt. He kissed your shoulder tenderly as he rocked into you, inhaling that decadent mix of your sweat and that Valentino perfume he chose. At your sigh of pleasure, he bit you a little, with a smile.
God, you loved him so bad… You couldn’t wait to have his little brat…
And he knew it, too.
“Stay still,” he said lowly and sternly in your ear. Then, he shifted back up on his knees behind you, and got back to business.
As he let go of your neck, you were finally able to get air. You heavily inhaled and exhaled through your nose, and bit harder around the gag as he bottomed out into you.
He held the small of your waist and pulled you back on him to meet his brisk pace. “Gonna breed this pretty little cunt, hhhnngg—fuck! Gonna use you up, make you full of me, so no other man will want you…”
He spanked your ass once, twice, then reached forward to grab your tits, his telltale sign of nearing his end. He loved squeezing your soft, pliant tits, a reminder of your inferiority to him...
You were breathless, eyes rolled back to hell, nails clawing at the silken sheets... He was fucking you so good—all you needed was a little rub—!
“You better cum before I finish!” Naoya panted out, pinching your nipples. “Rub that clit, slut...”
You moaned loudly and reached one hand under yourself, delighted that he finally let you have a say in your pleasure. With a gentle caress of your throbbing pearl, and a dozen more passionate thrusts into your slick, quivering cavern, you unraveled with a scream~!
Just as you hit your peak, Naoya finished inside of you with a loud groan, and a bruising grip on your tits. He dug his nails in and tossed his head back, fucking his cum into you as deeply as he could.
“Mmmmmfucking shit…! My little bitch… And to think you were gonna give this…to that tattooed clown. You’re lucky…this pussy is so good… Fuck…” he mumbled and squeezed his eyes shut, reveling in his long-awaited release, and at how your pussy swallowed him up as you came, too. “So. So. Good…” he emphasized each word with a press of his hips against your plump ass.
You gasped around the gag as you came down from your high, your tongue sticking out and drool soaking the pillow under your chin. “Mmmfmfmgnnn…”
“What~?” Naoya asked, tone teasing as if he were your playground bully. He dragged his heavy hands away from your breasts, down your waist and hips. “Wanna tell me how much you love me?” he jeered, jokingly, through his heavy breath.
You looked back at him, panting, teary-eyed… and you nodded earnestly, your swollen lips puckering helplessly around the gag.
Naoya blinked.
He felt a rare tug at his heart.
He unbuckled the fastener at the back of your head, and it fell from your face, onto the drool-drenched pillow.
You gasped and coughed, then immediately granted his wish, “You’re the only one I want, Naoya-sama. I love you. I would never fuck Choso…” you mewled, clenching around him hard, emphasizing your point.
He grunted, trying hard not to smile, but he couldn’t help it. “Of course you won’t.” He gently brushed your hair out of your face, and leaned down. “I own you.”
You smiled, and nodded again, humming and giggling a little at the feeling of his hot, sticky cum overflowing where you were both still connected. “I’m all yours,” you whispered.
If he had less self-control, Naoya would have swooned.
His cock was still so sensitive, only going half-soft inside you. He hissed as you shifted your ass under him. “You want more?”
“Yes, please,” you bat your lashes at him and bit your lip.
Naoya leaned further forward, pressing his chiseled chest against your back. You could feel his heart thumping away through the warmth of his sweaty muscles…and it stirred butterflies in your stomach.
He reached one hand up and caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping a stray tear away. “I didn’t fuck you too hard?” he asked, softly, his hooded, cat-like gaze meeting your wet eyes, more intently than usual…
A rouge crept up on your face, and you suddenly felt shy... “No, Master,” you blinked away the eye contact with a timid smile.
“Tchh…” he sucked his teeth. Mock annoyance.
He grabbed your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him. “My needy little whore… C’m’ere,” Naoya whispered against your lips before capturing them in a kiss.
CW: MDNI, 18+, oral (fem receiving), submissive! Naoya, overstimulation, handjob, hair pulling, Naoya is his own warning
A/N: I haven't written smut since 2018, I am a bit rusty
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Part: 1/2
The paper lantern cast the room in a soft golden glow, throwing soft, flickering shadows across the clay walls. Summer rain taps against the roof, wind plucks gently at the shoji, rattling the frame like a tender hand rousing a lover from their sleep. Muted sounds seep through the thin walls; the manor is quiet but not asleep. Soft footsteps, muted conversations and a kettle slowly rising to a boil.
The tatami mats hold the sweet scent of rush grass and aged woods. The futon lies in the middle of the room, slightly askew as if thrown in a rush. Incense burns at the alcove, Naoya's voice is as soft as the smoke rising into the air.
"Please— please...", he lay crookedly against the sheets, chest bare, yukata rumpled around him, and his golden hair fanned out against the pillow underneath his head. In the soft glow of the lantern, he looked soft, his strong, lean body taut as a bowstring, arching desperately off the mattress with each drag of your fist.
"You— hng—", he whines, lips twisting into a sneer, "You're an evil witch— ah!"
"Language," you warn, voice carrying a faint note of amusement. You snicker watching him squirm, Naoya's grip on the sheets white-knuckled, shy of tearing the fabric.
Your fingers twist languidly around his cock, precum gathering at the dusky pink tip for a second before it dribbles down your digits, providing that delicious slide. The other hand, holds him pinned down by the hip— harder than needed. Just enough to show him who's in control here.
You're stripped down to your underwear, only to tease him as he tries to fish your bare tit into his mouth like a degenerate.
“Be a good boy and stop squirming.” Your grip on his cock tightens, painful even. Naoya jolts— more in pleasure than in pain as you twist your fist over his sensitive cockhead. He glares at you, lips pulled tight in a frustrated sneer, “What are you making that face for?”, you coo— tone hushed and mocking.
Naoya shifts— resting on his elbows. Your grip on his hip tightens, not letting him move. The blonde huffs, chest puffing, his nose upturned like a little brat, “You’re enjoying this too much— hng,” he accuses, voice falling between a sneer and a whimper. His lashes flutter as he tries— and fails— glaring up at you. The gold from the lantern catches the small tears clinging to his eyelashes. You cut him off from his further protests with another cruel twist of your wrist. Naoya’s head falls right back into the pillows.
The wind picks up outside, rattling harder against the roof. The muted footsteps close in, stopping right outside the sliding door. You snicker under your breath, thumb circling lazily atop his leaking cockhead. Naoya’s back nearly launches off the mattress. He lets out a pitiful whimper, quickly biting his sleeve to muffle any sound that threatens to spill from his lips. He glares at you, the fabric of his yukata churning in between his teeth as he waits for the person to pass quickly.
“S—stop fucking laughing at me—,”
“You better be a good boy and stay quiet if you don't want the whole Zen’in estate—”
“I'm not a good boy—” he cuts you off, lips twisting into a toothy snare, “And if you dare and treat me like some mutt—ah—ngh- I'll show you— wh-what…what—”
His angry tirade melts into incomprehensible babblings, words choking in his throat, Naoya's head falling so far back it might just touch his shoulder blades. Your thumb rubs that little sensitive spot below his tip. The blond tries pushing out some bullshit rhetoric about women knowing their place, but his voice fails him once more.
“Bitch—,” he finally manages to bark out, louder than intended.
A sharp crack follows, barely letting the last syllables fall from his lips as you grace him with the meanest left hook you can muster.
“Fuck—”
“What did you say?” his cock twitches in your bruising grip, pulling a whine from his throat. A furious pink flushes his cheeks, crawling down his neck and collarbones.
“I said you're a bitch—”
Smack
“Speak up, I can't hear you.”
Naoya's elegant nostrils flare in anger, slim eyebrows scrunched up so tight his forehead might just snap. Although he tries to mask it with a furious glare, you don't miss the pained tears gracing the outer corners of his bottom lashes.
“Aww, is my little puppy angry?” you coo, a devious smirk creeping up your lips,” Can't handle a little pai—”
Naoya's cock twitches violently against your palm.
“Harder.”
You blink, hand stilling the torturous strokes against his cock.
“What?“
“I said,” he sits up slowly, eyes gleaming with an almost feral light, ”Hit me harder.”
Your eyes follow Naoya's hand, now rising slowly to his busted lip, where he gathers the small droplet of crimson against his thumb, tongue darting out to collect it.
“You're sick,” you scoff, giving his cock a dry tug. Unfortunately, that's just the thing he's apparently into. He grins. “You're pathetic.”
Your hand shoots out to grip his hair, silky strands tickling your palm as you tug him closer. Naoya's breathing audibly picks up, and his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Once, twice, like he's finally gotten exactly what he asked for.
The blondie leans into your touch, arching himself to get closer, yet you hold his hair firmly, chuckling at his futile attempts to kiss you.
“What’s this?”
“Shut up and fucking kiss me,” he growls
“Mh, not yet,” you lean, soft breath tickling Naoya's lips, but you yank his head back before he could close the gap between you two. “There's something about a pathetic man that just turns me on.”
“Then use me—,” a beat, “Show me just how much this pathetic obsession turns you on.”
“Don't tempt me.” You snort at the sudden shift in demeanour. That slap must've rewired something in his brain
Or awakened.
“I'm not just tempting, I'm downright begging,” his voice drops, rough at the edges, his cock throbs pathetically between you, “Use me please. Abuse me.”
“Yeah?“, you nearly laugh, amused, “Then get on your knees like a good dog.”
Naoya obeys almost immediately, scrambling to his knees, palms flat against the futon as he stares up at you through the curtain of messy bleached bangs. His neglected cock was twitching pathetically between his bare thighs.
“Wow, you actually did it.”
“Anything.”
“What's wrong with you—”
“Everything.”
You stare down at him, mind blank. Seeing the proud Zen’in heir on his knees for a woman felt surreal. You weren't about to let this moment go to waste.
“You'll do anything to please me, right?” You thread your fingers through Naoya's hair, almost mocking. He nods eagerly, leaning into your touch like a neglected dog. A smirk graces your lips, “Then please me.”
A shudder runs through him at your command, his breath hitching audibly. His hands slide up your thighs, fingertips pressing lightly into the soft fabric of your clothes as he leans forward—slow, deliberate, till his nose buries in the dip between your thighs.
"Yes, ma'am," he murmurs, voice thick with submission. His soft pink tongue laps at the cotton of your underwear, nipping at the already wet fabric. Naoya lets out a low groan at the first taste of you— shaking fingers tugging the flimsy cotton down your thighs.
He lets out another low, guttural noise at the sight of you. His tongue traces a path along your centre, circling slowly, before slipping past your folds to taste you— truly taste you now.
“Good boy—,” you manage to utter, grabbing his hair as Naoya's wicked tongue wiggles in between your supple folds, his thumbs holding you spread open for him,”Ah—Na—aoya!”
He pulls back slightly, panting against your skin, his eyes dark beneath his lashes as he looks up at you.
“Careful, you don't want the whole Zen'in estate to hear you, do you?” he mutters, looking smug as ever. Those rosy lips stretching into his signature smirk, only now glistening with your juices in the dim light.
“You think you're so fucking clever, don't you?” you grumble, shoving his head back between your thighs.
His jaw moves rapidly, fingers curling around the backs of your thighs to press your hips harder against his mouth. You can’t help but shiver in his grasp, lip bitten down raw from restraint. His tongue felt good, too good. He wasnt supposed to be this good.
“Look at you,” you sneer, gathering the hair at the back of his head.
Naoya’s eyes roll back slightly at the sharp tug. He doubles down, lips sealing around your clit as his tongue works in slow, deliberate circles. His fingers dug into your thighs harder as he felt your body tense. Naoya stared up at your crumbling form as he lay his tongue flat, tip flicking over the swollen nub.
“You don’t get—ahn— to enjoy yourself—,” you managed to utter before your orgasm crashed over you, Naoya’s lips still latched onto your heat, swallowing every last drop.
Finally, he pulls back, wiping his hand on the back of his hand as he peers up at you—utterly blissful. He looked like a total mess—much like yourself: lips shiny, eyes dark and hazy, usually meticulous hair dishevelled from how hard you’ve been gripping. Eventually, that same, lazy, arrogant smirk graces his mouth, pearly whites on display, voice coming out husky and low, carrying a sharp edge of arrogance.
arranged marriage w/ naoya starring toji
𝐜𝐰: mdni. 18+ dirty, filthy, hopin' dick smut. 𝐰𝐜: 1358
Naoya, if anything, is prideful.
So when, during your first meeting, you huffed under your breath that you doubted a smug little worm like him could make you cum, he had to prove you wrong.
What Naoya didn't expect was that asking his cousin Toji to give him some pointers for his wedding night would turn into a full, hands-on demonstration.
"AYE! Ya seein' this?" Toji barks, sweat dripping from his brow as his hips slam into you, his thick cock punching into your guts for the umpteenth time.
Noaya nods dumbly, blinking down at you.
Sprawled out beneath Toji, your legs shaking, a mess of drool and smeared lipstick as you mewl uncontrollably. Bleary eyes fluttering, only the whites visible as your pupils remain lodged in your skull.
Naoya is utterly mesmerized by how just a few rough strokes turned your haughty remarks into slack-jawed moans.
From defiant brat to complacent dripping slut in mere seconds.
Naoya's own sweat slicked palms hold your trembling ankles up, spreading you wide for Toji's access and also wide enough so he can see a bird’s eye view of everything—and fuck, was your slutty cunt a delectable sight—you'd make him such a good wife by how obediently your swollen, weepy pussy clings to Toji's cock training you. Your hungry pussy so greedily sucking Toji back in the second his thrusts have him pulling out.
"The bitchy ones are the messiest—remember that for next time, kid. Gotta have a towel ready f'er 'em." Toji says it like an afterthought, although it's too late now, your sticky drool, squirt and probably piss too is practically everywhere.
Toji hoped you weren't thinking about passing down that pretty wedding kimono of yours as it's thoroughly stained with your creamy juices gushing down the crack of your ass in a vulgar mixture along with his nut.
Fuck—he probably shouldn't have cum in you so much but as long as you had a Zenin, Toji knew his family really didn't care whose it was. Thankfully too, he knew Naoya would be more than happy to raise it regardless, heh, he looked up to him so much the chump might even love it more if it was his.
“Look here ” Toji mutters, smirking. “Even y'er runt ass can do this.”
Reeling his head back, Toji hawks and spits a thick loogie right onto your swollen clit, smearing it in as your slutty button throbs beneath the weight of his hand.
“She’s already a fuckin’ fountain, but you can never get it too wet. Gives it a gud sting when ya—” Toji slaps your puffy clit hard. "—do this."
You twitch violently, your hips bucking up but Toji's powerful thrusts jackhammering into your cunt quickly fuck them back down to the floor.
The flood of sensation has your tears finally breaking, running down your pretty cheeks, further ruining your bridal make-up to match the fucked out state of the rest of your body.
Although Naoya, for what it's worth, thinks you've never looked more perfect for him. Ruined. Compliant. Just how he expects his future wife to be for him and he is eagerly soaking up all of Toji's notes, watching your every reaction so he could do it, and do it better.
He'd have all the time in the world to break you all on his own.
Naoya had always been a quick learner and you'd be his after this.
"Stop daydreamin' ya cuck!" Toji growls out, "Now just look at the way them cute lil’ tooties curl, fuckin' slut. She can't get enough. Bet she'd squirt if ya sucked on em a lil’ too."
The butt of Toji's heavy palm comes down on your clit again, harder this time, a squishy audible 'SMACK' echoing off the walls as Naoya's tongue experimentally slips between your manicured toes.
"NRGHH! PUHLLEEASEE!" you cry desperately, thinking you just might go crazy from the pleasure.
One of your hands pushes against Toji’s chest, the other scrambles for Naoya’s thigh as if begging for mercy from the overwhelming assault on your pussy and feet. It's too much, too good, too humiliating all at once and you think you just might die from it all.
“Heh, yeah,” Toji snorts. “A lil' runner like ‘er definitely feelin’ it now. But she's y'er wifey, so ya gotta teach her to take it.”
Toji's dick slams into your womb for emphasis, your choked moans dribbling over your lips, coalescing with tears and spittle as the men above you turn you into the pathetic little mess they desired you to be.
Your mind finally blanks, overwhelmed with the one lingering thought of—
What kind of den of devils did you walk into by marrying into the Zenin clan?
In turn, Naoya’s nearly at his limit too.
You look so beautifully fucked out—eyes glassy, mouth parted, legs trembling—and he can still taste you on his lips. A hint of salt from your toes and the sweetness from the squirt that hit his face earlier still lingering on his tongue.
He never thought merely watching you get destroyed would turn him on this much.
But he can’t take it anymore. Jaw clenched, one hand starts to slip from your ankle, reaching down toward his waistband—
"Fuck ya doing, boy? Nuh-uh, none of that shit."
Toji snaps, his senses from heavenly restriction alone alerted him but he's not even looking up either to confirm it.
He's also too entranced by the way your body is falling apart underneath him. Following the sight line of his visible dick print pounding into your tummy up to the view of the sweat bouncing off your cute bitten up tiddies. More drops flying off the harder he ruts into you, room filling with the intoxicating musk of your well fucked-out cunt.
“Better not catch ya tryin' to stroke that lil’ pecker while I’m graciously givin’ ya a lesson. This is about her pleasure. Watch and learn, runt.”
Toji groans through his teeth as his thrusts start to falter, becoming heavier and more erratic. Something deep in his balls tells him this next load will knock you up for sure, but he doesn’t even consider pulling out. Hell, if he did put one in you he'd have the perfect excuse to keep fucking your pretty pussy after this too right up until it finished cookin’ in ya.
But, you are Naoya's wife, after all. Toji thinks his cousin has been a good student up until this point, Toji would throw him a lil' bone for his patience, he supposes.
"...tsk, hold her right ya lil' cuck and I might let ya have first go at her ass next. Gotta get that lesson in too."
"Y-Yes, Toji-kun!" Noaya responds eagerly, swallowing thickly.
Naoya feels his dick throb painfully in his pants, resisting the urge to rut into his own thigh like a dog in heat, more excited than he expected at the prospect of getting to fuck you at the same time as Toji.
However, you just continue to whimper, thighs trembling harder as the men above you speak like you are not even in the room despite being the object of their lust as you are used like a fancy fleshlight they are breaking-in.
The threat, no—the promise—of being tag-teamed by both men makes your cunt pulse, clenching tighter around Toji’s cock, as you cum in erratic spasms of ecstacy, nearly causing Toji to bust in you. Toji is a goner regardless and his hips manage a few final pulses before another wave of vicious white paints your walls.
“Whew…” Toji exhales, chest heaving as his muscles twitch and his hips give one last lazy thrust—burying the final creamy dredges of his release deep inside you.
He pulls out with a wet pop to view, your pussy fluttering so obscenely around nothing, legs still stretched wide by Naoya’s tightening grip (who, by the look of him, is about to burst too).
With a smug grin, Toji finally locks eyes with you—addressing you directly for the first time—as he rather gently brushes a sweat-damp strand of hair from your face.
𝐚𝐧: no one save me i'm exactly where i want to be. 😇
busted this out quickly to hold y'all and myself over until i can finish incel!naoya. this was also inspired by a very unhinged conversation major shoutouts to @kamiflix for sparking this idea. NAOYA GIRLIES RISE!!!
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synopsis ━━ laios can't seem to get enough after he first tastes you. but the lines in your friendship are beginning to blur. it's only when your party happens upon your ex-lover in the dungeon that laios realizes what he should've communicated all along. (laios x f!reader.)
content warnings ━━ cunnilingus, praise, size kink, jealousy, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, laios and reader are not good with communication (but they work it out v well), laios is self concious but reader is so kind to him !!, monster facts as dirty talk. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).
word count ━━ 4.8k
song inspiration ━━ awkward, sza / cherry, lana del rey / hunger, florence + the machine
author's note ━━ TECHNICALLY, this could be a part 2 to please, eat, so I'm just going to link as a part 2. you don't have to read please, eat before this, but if you like laios then obvi you should read it anyway!! I'm SO SORRY it took me so long to post another laios x reader 😭 I was trying to finish the manga before I wrote something else dungeon meshi-related, but life gets the way. oh well. also, this might be controversial, but in this fic I’m refuting the “laios is a virgin” allegations. SUE ME. I simply don’t believe he’s been adventuring so long and hasn’t been with anyone, that is crazzzy to me !! but that's just me 🤗 we all have our fave headcanons! my goal when I finish the manga is to write something for laios at the end of the story hehe. I hope you guys enjoy part 2! this one-shot is dedicated to @satoogojos 🫶
🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.
Catching feelings for your friend was truly a fickle thing. But you guessed it was bound to happen with what you and Laios were doing behind everyone’s back. Each night, after your party tucked themselves in their bedrolls, Laios would so delicately lace your arm through his and you two would find a private area … before he completely buried his face between your thighs.
He was fixated on the way you tasted, the way he could get you to cum so easily on his tongue. You were the only dessert he wanted after every dinner. Some nights, he would have you writhing from overstimulation, but he just wanted more of you – so much more.
It was a little confusing, though, how he didn’t ask for anything in return. Laios seemed to grind against the cold, dungeon floor as his tongue lapped at your essence, sometimes cumming in his pants and moaning between your legs. Or he would politely excuse himself after he was done, taking care of himself as you cleaned yourself up. You didn’t quite understand it, and maybe neither did he. You both were just too awkward to broach the subject.
The incident with the sea serpent had changed your friendship forever. Not only did Laios save you from becoming one, but the intimacy you both now shared seemed to open you up more. You found yourself divulging more secrets to him, leaning on him when you needed someone, even being more impartial to Senshi’s monster meals. And you liked the way he smiled, how he looked at you. You liked how fearless he was. You liked how protective he was over the party, especially you. You … really liked him. Far more than a crush. In fact, you wished you could go back in time and just have a crush. But your feelings for him became deeper as you crept lower and lower into the dungeon together. Your goal was still to come out of this dungeon alive, but now … you hoped that you would make it out alive together.
What a foolish girl you had become.
You tried to remain focused on the path ahead of you, but you were clearly lost in thought today. The party had reached floor 6, which meant you were closer and closer to the deepest part of the dungeon and hopefully rescuing Laios’ sister, Falin. The last thing you expected to see on floor 6 were other adventurers, let alone your ex.
You were hesitant to call him an ex, since you two had never really been anything but a warm body in each other’s beds while living on the surface. But when your bodies collided and your eyes met his, you realized why you had taken a liking to him in the first place. He had been a butcher’s son, handy with an axe, and you had liked his big, strong hands. You almost fell right into him from the slippery dungeon floor, but those strong hands seemed to catch you like you were made of air. “It’s you,” he chuckled, setting you up straight and tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Look at you … feels like it was just yesterday when we were on the surface, huh?”
Marcille looked like she didn’t want anything to do with your ex and his party, but Senshi was very kind to offer them food, if they needed it. Chilchuck seemed neutral, and Laios … you still couldn’t read Laios as easily as the rest of the party. He watched your ex like a hawk, standing behind you as if to protect you. Your ex’s hands were big, sure, but Laios was tall, his shoulders wide and intimidating even without the armor. Laios narrowed his eyes slightly whenever he saw your ex’s gaze roam over you, like he was undressing you with his eyes. And you weren’t sure if you caught it – it only lasted a second – but did Laios clench his hands into fists?
There wasn’t enough time in the world to dwell on it. Especially when you had ghosts seemingly pulling you into another area of the dungeon and waking up on a dirt path, a beautiful golden castle mounted ahead of you. Your party was initially confused, walking into the village and seeing monsters living harmoniously with humans. After becoming acquainted with the village, you and your friends were offered a warm, delicious meal with Yaad, the lord of the Golden Country. After Yaad explained the history of this village, you all were each given rooms to rest in for the night. The beds were small and cold, but far better than a bedroll.
You were used to Laios initiating with you every night, but by the time everyone went to sleep, he still didn’t call upon you. So you stood from your bed, adjusting the nightgown given to you, and walked across the hall to where Laios’ room was. You knocked on his door, and you heard the slip of a sword into a sheath behind the thin wood. He had been inspecting Kensuke for some reason, probably mulling over Yaad’s words. When he opened the door, he was dressed in loose pants and a linen shirt, droplets running down his neck. He must’ve just bathed. You couldn’t stop yourself from digging your nails into your palm.
“Can I come in?” You asked in a hushed voice, and he moved out of the way for you to step inside.
His room looked exactly like yours, but the sheets were ruffled from lack of sleep. Laios walked around you and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving you more confused than ever. You played with your hands as you stared at him, contemplating. “Is something wrong, Laios?” You inquired, stepping closer to him. “You’ve been acting weird even before we got here.”
His brow furrowed for a moment. “How do you figure?”
“Well, you …” Your tongue clicked. “You didn’t come to find me after everyone went to bed.”
He seemed to concede, shoulders dipping at your answer. Shifting on the mattress, he propped himself up against his pillows and moved Kensuke to lean against the wall. His silence was even more perplexing. This had to be the longest time Laios went without talking. He was a blabbermouth.
“I don’t understand,” you continued, walking over and sitting on the end of his bed. “Are you … are you angry with me?”
“No, no,” Laios was quick to reply, “I’m not angry with you. I’m just …”
You raised a brow, eager to hear his answer.
“That man you recognized. On floor 6,” he finally said, his fists clenching again at the memory. “I didn’t … I didn’t like the way he looked at you. And his tone. It was disrespectful to you. Unless I’m reading this all wrong.”
You were taken aback by his honesty. So he had been bothered by your ex. “Oh,” you replied, “well … me and him, we do have history, Laios. But it’s in the past.”
“I could tell.” He was picking at his nails now, any excuse not to meet your eyes. “Everyone has a life before the dungeon. It’s not about the past. I just … I didn’t like him. Or how he looked at you like … like he still wanted you. Or something.”
“Or something,” you repeated, nodding your head. A slow smile crept onto your lips at the realization. “Laios, are you jealous?”
His head jolted up, his eyes glued to his hands, searching for something unknown. Realization washed over his face, as if he hadn’t even considered this possibility. “Oh, gods,” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “This whole day I’ve been trying to reconcile with what I’m feeling and I knew I wasn’t mad at you – maybe just mad at the circumstances – and none of it made sense, but now …” He finally met your eyes, a chuckle slipping past his lips. “I was just jealous. How did I not realize?”
“Maybe because we didn’t talk about it,” you offered in a low voice, reaching out and lacing your fingers with his. A jolt of electricity ran through your fingertips and all the way up your arm. You wished you could hide your reaction, but it was clear as day, making Laios shift in his spot. “Laios, we should talk –”
“You’re not leaving the party, are you?” His grip on your fingers went tight, and he didn’t even realize it.
“No,” you laughed, scooting closer and running your free hand over his face. His cheeks flushed instantly when you touched him. “I think … we should talk about what’s happening between us.”
Laios’ gaze went narrow as he processed your words. “Oh,” he said blankly, and then his eyes went wide. “Oh.”
“I just … because we’ve been doing this every night … it’s hard not to feel …” You sighed, unable to get the words right. But he seemed to understand, quick-witted as ever, squeezing your hand in encouragement. And then he smiled at you, all dopey and kind, and your heart began to pound. “I can’t help but think that the lines are being blurred between us. My feelings for you are … much deeper than what they were initially. And if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay. I needed you to know. I’m sorry if this hurts … whatever our relationship is.”
He was still smiling, his other hand gripping your waist, pulling you even closer. “Well, I think –”
“And now I can’t help but wonder if maybe – just maybe – you feel the same way,” you started rambling, terrified to know how he was going to reply. “Because why would you feel jealous if you didn’t … I shouldn’t make assumptions. But I still wondered. And I can’t stop talking. Again, I don’t want this to ruin anything and I’m sorry if it does. My ex doesn’t mean anything to me anymore and he won’t ever again –”
Out of nowhere, Laios used his upper body strength to flip you onto your back, pinning you to the bed. Now your cheeks were flushed, completely caught off guard by the action. He sat in between your legs, his fingers just brushing over your waist, as he said, “I do. Feel the same. I feel like I’m the one who could’ve ruined this because I didn’t realize it sooner.”
You gave him a sad smile, reaching up to cup his chin. “You couldn’t ruin anything.”
He leaned into your palm when your hand moved to his cheek, humming under his breath. He then leaned down, his body just barely pressing against yours, as if he craved your body heat. Like a moth to a flame.
“Can we not talk about your ex ever again?” He muttered, his hands running up and down your sides. “Because when I saw him today, all I could think about was …” He stopped himself abruptly.
“What?” Your curiosity peaked.
“I’m going to sound like a jealous brute,” he sighed dramatically, nose brushing against yours as his hands moved higher, thumbs grazing over the underside of your breasts. The material of your nightgown was so thin that your peaked nipples were already visible. “I just … couldn’t stop thinking about all the times I’ve tasted you that he hasn’t. I wondered if he knew exactly how you liked it, which places made those funny sounds come out of your mouth. And then, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and all I wanted this whole day was to get you alone.”
You shuddered when his thumb brushed over one of your taut nipples, making your heel run down the back of his leg. His words alone made tingles run down your spine, but the second his hands were on you, you were properly soaked. The both of you lay there for a moment: him on top of you, nuzzling your nose, rolling his fingers over your nipples through your nightgown, eliciting breath hitches from your lips.
It was so slow, so patient, so good, but had you wanting more. And you couldn’t stop the words coming out when you blurted, “I want to have sex.”
He paused, opening his eyes for a moment, making sure he heard you properly.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you said quickly, feeling awkward. But why were you so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like he didn’t have his tongue deep inside your pussy every night. Maybe it was because there was a question still lying underneath the surface. “Why ... why don’t you want me to help you finish after you eat me out? Sometimes you just … walk away to take care of yourself.”
Laios’ face went bright red, and then he buried his face in your neck. “I’m so embarrassed.”
Your hand pushed back his cropped, blonde hair, trying to soothe his racing heart. “Why are you embarrassed?”
“Because it’s … it’s big,” he sighed and lifted his head. “There. I said it. It’s just big. And the last person who saw it made me feel super self-conscious about it.”
You couldn’t help but snort. “You’re embarrassed because you have a big dick?”
His pretty golden eyes were serious, but it looked like he wanted to laugh with you. “Please, don’t make it sound trivial.”
“It’s not trivial, it’s just …” You went to cup both his cheeks. The way he looked at you was unlike anything you ever experienced. You wondered why it took you so long to realize he felt the same. “I would never make you feel self-conscious about anything. I like everything about you, Laios.”
Your words had him melting, leaning back down into you and kissing you slowly. It was only when his tongue slipped into your mouth that his hand snaked down between your legs, just cupping your soaked entrance, the one thing he loved to eat more cheesecake. Realizing that you weren’t wearing any underwear had him reeling. “Gods …” He moaned into the kiss, his fingers simply running down your soaked folds.
As his lips broke away from yours, you asked in a tone as sweet as barometz, “Do you want to have sex, Laios?”
“Yes,” he replied, voice desperate. “Yes, please.”
Your hands went to the hem of his loose, linen shirt, breaking your kiss again to lift it over his head. For the first time, you were able to see what he looked like underneath all the armor. His shoulders were wide-set, his torso soft while also being oddly defined. Most tall-men your party encountered thought Laios was on the slender side, not believing how strong he was. But once your eyes beheld his biceps, you knew how wrong they all were. He was built and muscular and – gods, you could admire him for hours.
Laios stopped your hands from going any further, a pleading look in his eyes. He pushed your nightgown up and bunched it at the waist. “Can I taste you first?”
You nodded quickly, already intoxicated by the way he kissed you, the way he smiled at you, all eager and excited to bury his face in your pussy. It didn’t take him long; he was lightning fast, moving down your body and lifting your legs on his shoulders so he could eat you out easier. His tongue dove into your folds immediately, and he groaned at the first taste. You were acutely more aware every night that he could do this for hours, just lapping at you lazily, bringing you to orgasm over and over again. No monster compared to the way you tasted.
His nose bumped your clit as he tongued your leaking hole, practically whimpering at every drop of your wetness that reached his mouth. Large, calloused hands wrapped around your thighs, making sure they didn’t close and digging into your flesh. Your own hands fisted into the sheets, your ass lifted off the bed, but you could still grind your hips against his face. Soft whines left your lips, nothing compared to the groans Laios was making as he ate you like he didn’t have a three-course meal just an hour ago. You almost wondered if you should tell him to quiet down, afraid of the others hearing, but you were too lost in the pleasure to care.
It was clear to you the closer you got to reaching your peak that Laios wasn’t keen on stopping. And as much as you truly wanted to cum all over his tongue, you thought it was important that you both have this new experience together. It took you a few seconds to finally gather the courage to say something, his tongue feeling too good as he swirled it around your sensitive clit. “Laios,” you called, and then a little louder, “Laios.”
He lifted his head, your juices dripping down his chin. A primal urge made him want to dive back into you, but he controlled himself. His tongue licked at your essence around his mouth, and you shuddered at the sight.
“I want you inside me,” you whispered. “Is that okay?”
“Yes, yes,” he muttered hoarsely, placing your legs so delicately back on the bed, as if they were made of glass. “Of course.” He so desperately wanted to taste you again, but he was even more excited for this, to finally feel something other than his hand wrapped around his cock. You were the first person he ever tasted, but it had been quite a while since he was truly intimate with someone, to slide into someone and feel them clench around him.
As you tugged off your nightgown, Laios began to work at the ties of his pants. But his hands stopped as they came undone, glancing up at you with hesitation. You looked so pretty sitting in the middle of his bed, waiting for him, naked and vulnerable. He felt silly for feeling so self-conscious, especially when you were so beautiful like this.
“Laios,” you cooed, caressing his arm, “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. And if you don’t want to, then we can stop.”
He almost choked on a laugh. “Trust me,” he replied, “I want to.”
After another beat of stalling, Laios finally stepped out of his bottoms and blushed pink from ear to ear. His cock was … well, it certainly was big. You sympathized with him; if anyone told you something about your body during sex, you would focus on that forever. But there was nothing for him to be embarrassed about. Truthfully, most males would kill to have what he did. His cock was thick and long, a few veins trailing down the shaft, curving up at his pretty red tip that was dripping with precum. You got even more wet just from staring at it, wondering what he would finally feel like inside of you.
Your mouth opened to say something, anything to make him feel better, but he was already talking: “I need a distraction so I don’t think about you staring at it.” He crawled back onto the bed and between your thighs, immediately pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself still on his mouth, and your arms wound around his shoulders instantly. His teeth tugged at your bottom lip, and he asked, “Can I just … ramble about monster facts for a minute?”
You blinked, not expecting that. Laios released your lower lip and sighed, clearly still nervous. “It’ll help me get over this feeling. I swear. Or if you want to stop this, we can. I’ll … I’ll understand –”
“Laios,” you huffed, your mouth pulling back into a sweet smile, “I want you to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”
“Oh, thank the gods,” he muttered, nuzzling his face back into your neck, placing sloppy kisses. “Did you know that … that harpies almost exclusively have the head of a female human and it is unknown if male harpies exist?”
His voice was muffled against your neck, but you could tell he was desperate and aching. You felt his hard length against your stomach, smearing precum on the exposed skin. “Really?” You breathed out, trying to engage with him but completely failing when he licked a stripe up your neck. A moan escaped your lips.
“There’s also … there’s, uh …” He was struggling to talk now, grasping his cock and giving it a few quick pumps before teasing the head against your dripping wet folds. Your legs instinctively opened wider for him, hoping to whatever gods were out there that you could take his cock. “There also exists a seabird variant of harpies called … called, Sirens. Their wings and … their – their tail look like a seagull’s.”
You could hardly breathe as you asked, “What else, Laios?”
He began to push inside you slowly, letting you adjust with each inch. “Okay, okay … uh … bicorns … bicorns hate – oh, fuck.” Just the feeling of your tight warmth wrapped around his cock had him biting into your shoulder, like you were the forbidden fruit. He could hardly string together a word, could hardly think, as he sank deeper and deeper into you, his whole body shaking. “Bicorns hate … hate virtue. They prefer – shit – immorality. It is believed that … doing all seven deadly sins will … will allow an individual to approach a bicorn – fuck. Fuck. It feels –”
When he was finally buried to the hilt, all he could do was breathe into your neck. You whined, locking your legs around his waist. The stretch was unbelievable; your walls gripped him like a vice. But it was even better than you could’ve imagined. If you had thought originally that the night would go this way, you would’ve at least brushed your hair. Laios didn’t care though, inhaling the flowery scent as he nosed your pretty strands. You couldn’t even comprehend – whether it be from the stretch of his thick cock inside you or the overwhelming amount of butterflies in your stomach – how you were so lucky to have found him.
Not to mention, you felt even luckier that this wasn’t happening on a cold dungeon floor.
With one hand carding into his hair, you chuckled under your breath, “Had enough of reciting monster facts?”
“Mmhmm …” He groaned, unable to form a sentence. You finally felt him pull back before pushing into you in one fast, deep thrust, making you shiver. Your body was hardly used to feeling this full, but you wanted him so badly that it was humiliating, a pink blush tinting your nose. “You feel so good,” he muttered.
You pulled on his hair, and his head lifted from your neck. His lips were swollen from kissing you. Yours probably looked the same. But that didn’t matter right now as he held your gaze and began thrusting into you a little faster. His eyes were the color of melted gold, flecked with amber and brown, and you felt like you could stare into them forever while he fucked you. Laios lifted one of your legs higher on his waist, but his other hand stayed around your middle, keeping you nestled against him.
“Laios,” you whimpered, feeling him nudge your clit with each roll of his hips. Despite his desperation, his pace was tender and relaxed, making sure you were adjusting to his size. He knew he was big – clearly, it was something he’d been self-conscious about for a while – but the way you were looking at him right now … he’d never felt more at ease, more special. This was all he ever wanted: to be close to someone like this, to find intimacy with someone he had true feelings for. All the other times had been stepping stones, leading to this moment with you, where your warmth enveloped him so nicely and your gaze made him want to cum on the spot.
His hips began to move a little faster, pushing even deeper inside you, as his mouth swallowed your moans in a hungry kiss. Face going hot, you trembled, and his cock pulsed inside you with each pass. Your nails dragged down his shoulder blades, leaving marks for him to examine later, like a predator with its prey. Goosebumps raised on his skin, feeling himself get closer … and closer … and closer. If you kept digging your nails into him like that, he’d surely lose his grasp on reality. But you just felt so good, so warm, and he craved you. Craved you like you were his last meal.
“Laios,” you croaked out when his lips broke from yours, “Laios, are you close?”
He could hardly say anything else but, “Mm …”
You thought you could get there by now from his tongue teasing you earlier, but you needed a little more friction. Bumping against your clit wasn’t enough. “Okay, okay,” you rambled, reaching down between your legs to touch yourself. “Just hold off for another minute. I’ll get there.”
Laios opened his eyes, realizing what you were doing, immediately envious of your own hand. “No, let me,” he murmured, voice like honey, and found your clit easily. “Then I can taste you on my fingers after.” His excitement made you laugh, which brought a smile to his own lips.
He shifted a little, pulling back so only his tip rested inside you, and fucked back into you at a different angle, one that brushed against your special spot. The stimulation of both your clit and g-spot had your back arching, whimpers slipping out of your lips like a chant.
“Is … this … better?” He asked, panting after each word.
Your voice was strained when you answered, “Y—Yes.”
His balls slapped against the underside of your ass, and he knew how close he was, but all he cared about at this moment was cumming together. He needed to see that look on your face when you reached your peak. He only got to see it a few times, when he lifted his eyes while tasting you, watching the way your lips parted and sweat ran down your forehead.
His fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit – knowing exactly what you liked – and you were close. So, so close already. Laios had a way of touching you that felt inquisitive, yet effortless. Like he wanted to learn which spots made you moan the loudest, while also already knowing without even touching you. You grew to like him not just because of his dopey grin, his protectiveness, or his positivity, but also for the way he was willing to learn with you, the way he needed you. And right now, he needed you to cum more than anything.
Tension coiled in your lower abdomen, making you gasp out, “Laios – fuck – Laios, I’m gonna –”
“I know, I know,” he rasped. His pace was nearing on brutal, his whole body shaking as he held off his release for you. “Together. We’ll – together.”
And then, your muscles tighten. You clenched around his cock, and it only took one more thrust against your g-spot to have you falling apart underneath him. You put a hand over your mouth as you cried out, careful of the rest of the party hearing. Your eyes rolled back, his fingers stroking your clit through it, and it all just felt too, too good. Your orgasm went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. As your walls spasmed around his cock, he groaned low, finally spilling into you. His hips stuttered. His mouth gasped for air against your lips, as he felt a ripple of relief from emptying himself inside you. He bit into your shoulder again to muffle his own noises. Your pussy convulsed, milking every last drop, and you were pretty sure you saw stars.
Once the aftershocks hit you both, he slumped against you, breathing in the scent of your hair again. Your fingers traced small circles onto his back muscles, your chest rising and falling with the fast beat of your heart. When his cock went soft inside you, his fingers finally left your clit and he brought them to his mouth. Your eyes were half-lidded as you watched him wrap his lips around his fingers and suck the juices off, moaning at the taste. He looked like an intricate painting; you couldn’t help but admire the sight.
His fingers left his mouth with a wet pop, and he whispered in a voice so soft you almost didn’t hear him, “You just taste so, so good.”
Laios kissed you again, slow and full of affection. You didn’t even care that he was still inside you; you could stay like this forever, pressed into his warm skin. Gods, you liked him so much that you immediately whimpered as his tongue slid into your mouth, and when he shuddered at your fingers on his back … you couldn’t believe you once questioned if he returned your feelings. You had both been so oblivious.
His mouth moved away from yours and he cupped your cheek. He took a moment to memorize the dusting of red across your face, the way your eyes hardly opened after sex, and then said, “Are you hungry? I think we both need a snack. It’s been a long night already.”
synopsis ━━ after you've been bitten by a sea serpent, you know the consequences are either death or the possibility of turning into one yourself. thankfully for you, laios touden is the devourer of all things monster and he is dedicated to getting that venom out of you. (laios x f!reader.)
content warnings ━━ sex pollen-adjacent, cunnilingus + fingering, praise, breath play (kinda, if you squint), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).
word count ━━ 3k
song inspiration ━━ too sweet, hozier / more than friends, isabel larosa
author's note ━━ this is the first time I've ever written and posted an x reader one-shot on here, so please be gentle with me lol. I usually only write x oc fics bc I'm a yapper and I love creating characters. but alas...I was perusing the laios x reader tag and wanted to read something with this plot, couldn't find it, so I figured I'd just do it myself 🫡
🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.
This was definitely one of the worst situations you’d been in.
You had joined Laios’ adventuring party just a few months prior. They had found you on floor 3 of the dungeon, shivering and mourning the loss of your father. His body, dead in your arms, and beside him lay the lifeless body of a ghoul you had killed. At first, the party’s leader, Laios Touden, had only been interested in taking the ghoul's body so they could use its bones for utensils after the flesh rotted off. But it was Marcille who noticed the tears in your eyes, how you trembled from the cold, and suggested they take you in. You almost declined, not wanting to leave your father’s body, but knowing he’d soon turned into a monster left you with only one option. Your father had been with you for the past twenty-five years of your life, and now, you were leaving his dead body in a dungeon to travel with a group of strangers.
You soon came to appreciate your new party, though, and you felt your father’s spirit within each of them. Marcille had his kindness, Chilchuck had a comparable wit, Senshi was gifted with excellent cooking skills, and Laios … well, you were still figuring that out. And surprisingly, it was Laios who you began to connect with the most. His knowledge of monsters was unmatched, and he had a passion for learning how to prepare them while they traveled deeper into the dungeon. He was overtly blunt, much like you, and possessed similar advanced fighting skills due to both your fathers' teachings.
Sometimes … sometimes though, you found yourself staring at him more than you should have. His face was abnormally perfect, as if he’d been carved by an artist. His tousled ash-blonde hair reminded you of a lion, and his eyes … sometimes you could’ve sworn they were made out of gold, shimmering like molten lava. Each time you thought this way, you smacked yourself when no one else was looking. I mean, Laios was your friend, your party leader. Having a crush, especially in circumstances like these, was unethical. You had always been focused on one thing: helping your party and making it out of this dungeon alive, for your father. You wouldn’t let a little crush deter you.
Everything had been all well and good until today, when you and your party reached the end of floor 4. When Laios had struggled to fight off a sea serpent, you joined him in the lukewarm water, using your crossbow to shoot the creature in the head. Finally, Laios was able to step in to slice the serpent’s head off … but not before the creature could snap its jaw, tearing one fang down your hip. You jumped back, screaming as you felt the venom seep into you instantly. Some said sea serpent venom would kill you immediately, others said it turned you into one of them, cursing you to haunt the waters with them as penance. As soon as the head was cut, Laios carried you away from the water, and the last thing you heard was Marcille cursing him out before you were rendered unconscious.
You were woken up – hours, maybe days later – by a drop of water hitting your face every few seconds. Lifting your head from the makeshift tunic pillow, you took in your surroundings. You were at the entrance of floor 5, in a damp corner of cobblestone, while water dripped down onto the floor every so often. There was a moist bandage covering your side where the serpent’s fang had cut into you, part of your tunic ripped to shreds. Hunger boiled in your stomach, making you groan and rub your head. Laios was sitting just a few feet away, a small fire in front of him to keep warm. Marcille had to have helped him with that; there was no way to craft a fire in an area this damp.
“Am I dead?” You asked softly.
Laios immediately turned in your direction, his mouth lifting in a smile. “Of course not.”
Your stomach did flip flops as you took in his smile, hunger consuming you. You needed something to eat – bad. Your body felt hot and sweaty, and you wondered if it was just from the humidity, even though Laios didn’t look affected. Sitting up, you informed him, “Well, that was one of two options my father said would happen from a sea serpent bite. Which means …” You lifted the bandage up, noticing the gills that started to form on the healing wound. A turquoise hue surrounded the gills, almost like a bruise. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered.
Laios stood, looming over you while asking, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s the other option,” you replied, too hungry to cry. “The bite is –”
“– Turning you into a sea serpent,” Laios finished. “Honestly, I thought that was just a myth. But when the bite didn’t kill you …” His mouth twitched, tongue darting out to wet the corners of his lips. “We have to suck the venom out. That has to stop the mutation.”
Your head snapped up. “Huh?”
But as soon as your eyes met his, you started to wondered if what you were experiencing was hunger after all. Perhaps … a different kind of hunger. Laios stared down at you, the sparkling gold replaced by a dark hazel. It was just you two in this little corner of the dungeon, but you suddenly felt exposed, so naked, under his gaze. Your body was hot all over, sweat sticking to uncomfortable places. And your thighs … a burning need emerged between them, soaking the thin linen of your undergarments. This had to be a symptom of the bite, but it suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Your worry had been replaced by an ache that only he could fix.
No – absolutely not. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You were turning into a sea serpent.
But the need between your legs still throbbed.
“It’s like when a snake bites you on the surface,” Laios said, crouching down to your eye level. His closeness made your heart rate pick up. You realized then that he had shed his armor, kneeling in front of you in just his gambeson, which clung to his muscles and wide frame. “A sea serpent is part snake. Sucking out the venom should stop the mutation. You’ll probably experience symptoms from the bite for a few more hours, but they’ll stop eventually.”
He started to peel back the bandage, taking a look at the gills forming on your hip when you gripped his wrist. Immediately, his skin burned, making you even more hot. You ripped your hand away from him, and with sweat trickling down the side of your face, you said, “Don’t you think this is … weird? Maybe Marcille should do it.”
“Marcille and the others just went back to another part of the level to find dinner. They won’t return for an hour, at least. This can’t wait.” He inspected the turquoise gills with concern, before his eyes snapped back to yours, noticing the way your black pupils filled almost the entire iris. “Do you not trust me?”
“Of course, I trust you. It’s just …” What exactly was the reason again? Oh, yes, it was pulsating hunger dripping between your legs from the bite, and you were terrified how you’d react the second his lips wrapped around your wound. The symptoms would just get worse. But he was right – this was the only way. Fuck, this had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever experienced.
“Fine,” you finally relented, lying back down on the cobblestone. You did your best to get comfortable, but the makeshift pillow hardly provided much cushion between you and the floor. “What should I do?”
“Nothing, just lay back and let me take care of it.” Laios lifted your tunic a smidge, and just the tenor of his voice made your ache even worse. “We’re just gonna … get this out of the way. And then …” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants, and you immediately clutched his collar. If you touched his skin again, you were sure to moan.
Laios looked from where your hand was gripping him and back to your eyes. “Your pants need to be off so I can have better access to the mutation. It’s on your hip.” You swallowed hard, knowing he was right, and your hand started to slip off his collar. “We’re friends, right?” He asked.
You nodded weakly.
“Good,” he smiled again, and you struggled to hold back a plea for him to touch you. He pulled down your pants, tossing them to the side. For a moment, he paused, taking in your soaked underwear and running his fingers over the mutation on your hip. He licked his lips again, and then said in a rather blunt tone, “You’re so –”
“Don’t say it,” you cut in, snapping your eyes shut to prevent further embarrassment. Though you had never minded Laois’ occasional lack of social cues, this was one of those moments you needed anything but. “Just get the venom out.”
Laios tugged your underwear down a little to see if the mutation had spread. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he informed you, lowering his head to your hip. “I’ve read that these bites can have a multitude of internal symptoms. Nightmares ... sweating … fever …” He ran his tongue over the gills, making your breath hitch instantly. “… And especially, arousal. Neat, huh?” He chuckled, and just his warm breath on the gills made you even more wet. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he assured before finally wrapping his mouth on the wound.
Your body burned even hotter than before as soon as his lips touched your skin. He sucked the venom out of you, spitting out blue globs every other second. His hands gripped your side, digging into your flesh and leaving crescent shapes from his nails. As you felt the gills start to close up, you couldn’t help but moan and arch into nothing. This felt better than any time you masturbated … any time you imagined your party leader above you … Fuck, who would’ve thought sucking sea serpent venom out of you would feel this good? Thank the gods the rest of their party was off catching dinner. You couldn’t deal with them possibly hearing this.
It surprised you when your orgasm flooded through you like a crashing wave. As Laios finished sucking out the last of the venom and the mutation closed, your arousal came to a definite peak and you let out a whine. You grabbed his arm, cumming from absolutely no stimulation.
Laios didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he was mostly preoccupied with inspecting the area. You opened your eyes, your cheeks tinged pink, and saw the globs of venom to the left dissipate to nothing but water. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I –”
“The mutation closed. I was right!” Laios looked down at you, a big grin covering his face. “How do you feel?”
“Well, I definitely don’t feel a second set of lungs on my hip anymore.” You lifted your hand when you noticed a trickle of blue staining his lip, wiping it away with your thumb. “But I … my body is still …” The ache inside you had simmered slightly, but it was still there, lingering underneath the surface.
This was genuinely humiliating. Maybe you should’ve just decided to turn into a sea serpent after all.
Laios grabbed your wrist before you could pull away from his face. He leaned into your palm, running his long nose down to your inner wrist. “Your skin is so warm. I can still smell how aroused you are from the serpent bite.” His eyes burned into yours, keeping your hand close to his face. “I can help. Do you need another release?”
Your cheeks got even more red when he acknowledged your orgasm. Shaking your head, you said, “I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can just –”
“I’d be honored to,” he replied, quite gruffly and persistent. His fingers tugged your underwear down with precision and ease, despite the damp fabric clinging to you. He spread your legs wide and placed them on his shoulders. Lowering himself down, he inhaled the scent of your climax and hooked his arms around your inner thighs. He smiled up at you – your pretty face red with embarrassment – all dopey-eyed and grateful. “You lot like to call me the devourer of monsters. Perhaps I should devour the last bit of monster out of you.”
He inhaled again, groaning like he typically did when he was hungry. His hot breath against your achingly wet pussy made you whimper with desperation. “You smell so good down here,” he whispered. “I’d wager you taste even better.”
You gasped as soon as he dove between your legs, licking a stripe through your folds, tasting your recent orgasm. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it with feverish excitement. Slick gathered on his tongue and he whined, needing more. So much more. You were the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted. Better than any monster, better than anything on the surface.
“So good,” he muttered into your pussy, lapping against your clit, doing anything that would get him more of your arousal. “You taste so, so good.”
You whimpered out his name and attempted to close your legs, but he held them opened with all his strength. His arms wrapped around your thighs went tight, bruising the sensitive flesh. Your jaw went slack while your own hands scrambled for purchase, eventually landing in his cropped hair. You tugged, hips bucking against his face, making him groan even more. This allowed him to hold your hips a little higher, and his tongue finally dipped into your leaking entrance. You heard him grunt the second he plunged his tongue deeper, his nose nuzzling your clit.
He devoured you like a starved man. He devoured you like you were a boiled scorpion, or roast basilisk, or – even better – like sweet, delicious homemade cheesecake.
“Laios,” you whined, feeling your fever dissolve with each lap of his tongue. “Laios, it’s … fuck – it’s okay, I feel –”
“Need more,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with need. He was practically humping the stone floor as he buried his tongue as far as it could go inside you. Your hips couldn’t stop bucking forward, riding his face as you felt your orgasm building at the base of your stomach. Laios was completely transfixed. He wanted to be here, nestled between your thighs, for every meal. He’d take you away from the rest of the group before dinner, lapping away to the sounds of your pleas and whimpers, so help him gods. He’d do this every day, every night, whenever you wanted, for as long as he was alive. Fuck monsters. He could survive off the taste of you for the rest of his life.
Slipping his tongue out of your hole, he went back to sucking on your throbbing clit and feeling your legs start to tremble. You had to be close to another release, and he was desperate to taste it. He paid all his attention on your clit, snaking one hand up and sinking two fingers knuckle-deep into your entrance in tandem. “Fuck,” you moaned, tugging on his hair once again, “fuck – gods, Laios. I – I’m s-so close –”
“Please,” he begged, smearing your slick all over his mouth. “Please, you’re so good. Need to see how you taste when you release on my tongue.” His own hips continued to buck against the floor.
You choked on a cry when you finally came all over his tongue. He groaned, loud and drawn out, when he finally got a taste of your sweet climax, knowing that it was him that brought you to this point. The orgasm felt long, like the ocean bringing you in and out, and your whole body trembled. He continued lapping at your clit as it pulsed under his tongue, his fingers curling inside you through your orgasm. When you finally breathed out and started to come down from the high of it all, Laios stayed between your thighs, allowing his tongue to gently swirl your clit. Maybe if he continued, he could taste a little more of you …
You found your voice, hoarse from overstimulation. “Laios, please, you have to stop,” you begged, yanking his head up from between your legs. His mouth was covered in your slick, and then he was giving you that dopey expression again, making your heart clench. Your body was no longer hot and sweaty. Laios had completely cured you of the sea serpent bite with that expert mouth of his. He unwound his arms from your thighs, bringing his fingers that were still covered with your wetness to his mouth, tasting the last of your orgasm. You watched him, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, until he was looking at you again with those golden doe eyes.
“That was amazing,” he said, like he was in a haze. When your eyes flickered down, you realized he was hard in his pants, but it wasn’t like he even noticed himself with the way he was staring at you. “We should do that again sometime.”
He stood up, and you scrambled to pull your clothes back on before the group came back. You stammered, “It’s okay, uh – we don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to. We could just –”
“I want to,” he cut in, a determined look in his eyes. “What are friends for, right?”
hi ( ◜‿◝ )♡ i was wondering if it's okay to be a little bit feral about viktor here.,..,., craving him. Carnally
let’s get feral about viktor… general thots here and then a stupid blurb below the cut
would definitely be into face-sitting: pleasing his partner while laying back. hands free to roam and grope and you get to control the pace. you could grind on his nose and throw your head back and he just gets to listen as you squeal.
also would look so so so good covered in hickies….. purplish love bites decorating his sharp collarbones.. he’d probably let you get away with sucking some up his neck since he’s locked in the lab all day anyway
hngnnnggg he’s gotta be PENT up too. he’s handsome and he knows it, but he went from a studying assistant to a full scientist behind hextech so he pretty much capped himself on sex. so when he gets into it he is. INTO it. so needy and whiny and overstimulates himself to keep fucking you just so he doesn’t have to stop
i want him lol… not laughing
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his careful and thoughtful inflection, each word he says wrought so particularly that no matter how big the words he uses are -you understand each one perfectly with how he uses it.
which is why you take so much pleasure in finding him tongue-tied next to you. pale cheeks flushing and eyes, so ragged with knowledge, wide chock full of curiosity. you’re sure he hasn’t gotten much attention -- no amount of beauty or charming accent can save a scientist from his own devotion.
he got dragged out to an exhibition gala by jayce and he’s been slick against the wall since arriving. no drink or plate in hand, he simply leans there in a bored silence. which is when the last person he wants to see arrives: you, the new assistant.
you spare no time before saddling up beside him with two champagne flutes. one has a dewy smear of gloss along the rim while you extend the other.
“any commitments tomorrow? or can i finally see the famed hextech let loose?”
viktor eyes the bubbles, dragging his gaze up to your face and halting there for an excruciating second before leaning to grab the glass.
“i was just thinking of leaving,” he admits, “these public showings are not my idea.”
“go figure. i think everyone here’s gathered that.”
“jayce can handle any questions of the evening…” viktor sighs, frowning down at the champagne, “sad that you wasted your time getting me the glass.”
“you know, i do wonder how many girls out in town dream about jayce. he’s the face -a pretty face- for hextech,” viktor raises a brow at you prodding for explanation, “i just don’t understand how they can overlook the brains.”
viktor jumps, gaze startling down to his feet, a stiff response already spilling, “jayce is half the brain, and so am i.”
“then i guess i just need to tell you that i think you’re cute.”
a flurry of excuses storms behind his eyes before he catches his breath, shoulders drooping as he exhales and realizes: he doesn’t have to find an excuse. he doesn’t have to refuse you at all.
he’s not working tonight. you’re not working. he can’t remember the last time he got to act like a normal man with normal desires rather than fulfilling some vague purpose. an idyllic achievement.
he could just be a man tonight.
so he clinks his glass against yours with a soft smile, “then i’m assuming you’re not busy tomorrow, either?”
“i am not,” you beam, sliding closer toward him.
and good thing; both of you having the next day off means you can pull viktor into your apartment, and then your bed. he lets you guide the night, watching with uncharacteristic amazement as you strip -- he looks so mesmerized his hands clench, itching to scale up your bare sides.
you swing a leg over him when he’s sat against your headboard, “you okay, vik?” he tilts his head only for you to cup his cheeks and keep his head straight, “you’re all flushed.”
“your forwardness,” he blinks up at you, heart thrumming between his ribs, “it scares me.”
“oh?”
“i’ve never been more aroused.”
“oh…”
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in another world i will write a viktor fic with this same premise… it is so. Interesting to me.
