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źŖą§ 4 days of dramatics and romance ā a collection of whimsical storylines blooming one by one in the secret garden, guided by a bold and guiding reader. Each tale will be shared with soft warnings and gentle disclaimers before it begins, creating a space where imagination can grow safely and beautifully.
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THUR FEB 12THĀ āĀ Sub! Obey Me! Brothers
A gentle garden encounter
FRI FEB 13THĀ āĀ Sub! Demon Slayer
Midnight blossoms
SAT FEB 14THĀ āĀ Sub! Bruce Wayne / Batman
The dark knightās rose
SUN FEB 15THĀ āĀ Sub! Nanami Kento
A garden crown
Four days, four tales, and countless blossoms of romanceāwelcome to a garden where stories grow.
I'm back, so we can all pretend like the last three months of 2025 didn't happen, and I never left this acc okay!
| cw: mdni 18+, nsfw, sensual (this got a bit erotic and nasty..), AFAB READER, power imbalance, obsession, d/s themes, worshiping, devotion, oral (reader receiving), piv sex, teasing, confident reader, proofread
| a/n: so Iāve been so busy, and I literally could not open Tumblr because every time I saw a notif saying someone liked a post, I felt worse about not updating. But I did write this and decided to make it longer than my normal fics because I know some people were really waiting for this one (@hisokamywaifu , this is for you ;p). It really did get a little off the rails at some point. I plan to post a few other fics before the month ends (I swear I mean it), and next month, I will post some of the days that I havenāt posted yet. Thank you to everyone whoās reached out. I appreciate it and love all the kind words about my work. Hopefully, before the year ends, I can release some other fics that you've requested!
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You always knew when he was near.
The air shifted, warmer and denser, as though it remembered how his presence tasted.
It wasnāt fear that made your pulse climb; it was the certainty that he was somewhere just behind you, watching. Always watching.
He left traces when he wanted you to notice him: a playing card balanced on your windowsill, a drop of cherry-red wax on your doorstep, laughter drifting like perfume through the alleyways you cut through at dusk.
You stopped wondering why he did it. Hisoka never wanted to hide; he wanted you toĀ feelĀ him long before he arrived.
Tonight, you felt him before you saw him.
Your key scraped the lock, and the door pushed open to reveal him already inside, cross-legged on the floor like a devout believer at prayer. Candlelight clung to him, slicking across the curve of his cheekbone. His head tilted toward you, the ghost of a grin playing at his mouth.
āYou knew Iād find you eventually,ā he said.
You leaned against the doorframe, studying him. āYou donāt find me, Hisoka. You follow me.ā
His grin faltered, turning into something softer, hungrier. The color in his eyes deepened until it looked like heād bled his own desire into them.
āYou feel it too,ā he murmured. āThat pull. Youāve ruined meāeverything tastes like you now.ā
The words were too smooth to be a confession, too deliberate to be a lie. You stepped closer, but he didnāt move. Even the air between you seemed to still, caught in the gravity of his fixation.
When you touched his hair, a tremor ran through him, and then he went very quiet.
Your thumb brushed the corner of his mouth. His eyes half-closed, lashes trembling.
āYou think I belong to you?ā you asked.
A beat passed. Then, softly:
āNo. I belongĀ to you.ā
It came out like worship. Not the kind meant for gods, but for ruin, something a man builds his madness around. Hisoka always obeyed without hesitation, that ever-proud smile gone, replaced by an almost shocking stillness.
The gesture said everything: all that restless power held in check, all that danger tamed by the hand he craved most.
Your thumb found itself hooked onto his bottom lip before they parted. Pink and soft, with his tongue following behind, slowly poking out. Pulling his chin down, inching your thumb further onto his tongue as his eyes found yours.
āCanāt get enough of me, huh?ā
Your thumb pressed gently against his tongue, feeling the subtle warmth of his breath as it fluttered against your palm.
Hisoka noddedābarely. Just enough for you to feel it rather than see it. An uncharacteristically quiet admission from a man who normally treated silence like it was boring. His lashes lowered slightly, his gaze molten and fixed entirely on you like he was being fed something divine.
A shiver of eager restraint moved through his frame, a tremor he didnāt bother hiding. For once, he wasnāt performing. He wasn't taunting or teasing or dancing around you with that gleeful madness.
He was offering himself. Not unheard of when it came to Hisoka; when he wanted something, he was going to get it. You pulled your thumb from between his lips before leaning close.
āHmm, why are you teasing me, love?ā The sultriness of his voice bounced off the walls of your apartment, completely rivaling the frown on his face.
You tilted his chin up again, watching how quickly he melted under the touch as if the slightest bit of pressure from you meant purpose.
His breath hitched, hot and shaky. Even now, he didnāt grab you. His hands stayed at his sides, gripping restlessly against his own thighs. It almost looked painful for him not to touch you.
Because he couldnāt. Not without you allowing it.
āI donāt think Iāve done anything to deserve your mercy yetā¦ā he murmured, voice dropping lower, nearly reverent. His pupils were blown wide, like every inch of him was begging you to hurt him sweetly, praise him cruelly, devour him whole. āBut I want it anyway.ā
He leaned forward just enough for his breath to ghost against your lips, but didnāt dare move closer unless you did first. āYou make meā¦hungry,ā he admitted, raw and honest in a way that was rare for him. āStarved.ā
His chest rose faster now, excitement coiling tight under his skin, as if simply being this close to you was enough to put him on the edge of a high. His voice slipped quieter, almost shaking with the thrill of submission. āEvery time you touch me, I think Iāll finally get my fill,ā he said, smiling faintlyāunhinged, undone. āBut I never do. You just make me want more.ā
His breath grew uneven as he shifted slightly, hips pressing into nothingāseeking friction that wasnāt there, needy. āLook at me,ā he breathed, almost pleading now. āIāve begged in my own head for you toĀ useĀ me.ā
He licked his lips, shameless and breathless. āIsnāt it obvious, love?ā His voice cracked with a laugh, drunk on you. āIām addicted.ā
You closed the small distance between you, brushing your lips against his with a softness that almost felt cruel.
His breath hitched.
The first kiss was slow, almost hesitant, like you were giving him something sweet just to watch how desperately heād savor it. His lips moved eagerly, pliant under yours, like heād been waiting for this exact moment longer than heād ever admit. He let out a soft, broken sound into your mouth, strangled, like he was trying not to fall apart too soon.
Then you deepened the kiss.
Your hand slid behind his neck, guiding him closerānot asking,Ā directing. Hisoka followed eagerly, his lips parting for you the moment you licked into it, tongue brushing yours in a way that felt too sweet for a man with blood on his hands and madness in his grin. His fingers twitched at his sides again, his restraint becoming increasingly obvious and oh so delicious.
āYouāre being so good for me,ā you murmured against his mouth before shifting.
You trailed your lips down to his jaw, then lower, grazing along that vulnerable pale stretch of his neck. He smelled faintly like sugar and danger, tasted like sin waiting to happen. Hisoka tilted his head without hesitation, baring himself completely to your mouth as though it were natural.
āPleaseā¦ā he mumbled, voice breathy, fingers digging into his own thighs to cope.
You sucked hard.
His hips jerked slightly where he kneeled, needy and barely restrained. You bit down just enough to hear a curse tumble out of him, low and unfiltered.
āFuckā¦ā His voice came out rougher than usual, like it had been dragged across hot coals. āGodā¦have it.ā
You did. You sucked until a dark, blooming bruise appeared like a cursed flower against his pale skin, deep violetāa perfect match to his aesthetic.
When you pulled back to admire your work, Hisokaās breathing was ragged, eyes heavy-lidded, cheeks faintly flushed with bliss and obsession.
His digits rose to brush the mark almost reverently, a crazed smile curling onto his lips as he spoke, voice hoarse with proud delight.
āNow people will know youāre mine.ā
You stared at him for a beat.
Then a laugh slipped out. āThatās notāHisoka. I think it looks likeĀ IāmĀ the one claimingĀ you.ā
He grinned wider, wild and ecstatic. āOh, Iāll tell them,ā he purred, leaning in, tone practically shaking with excitement. āEvery time they look at it.ā
His fingers brushed your wrist this timeānot grabbing, just begging for real contact. āMore,ā he whispered, pupils blown. āPleaseā¦ more, love. Iāve wanted this forĀ tooĀ longā¦ā
You brushed a hand through his hair as you moved past him. āCome.ā
He rose instantly.
He followed quietly, close but not touching unless invited, steps soundless as a shadow while you led him down the hallway. When you entered your bedroom, you paused just inside and turned to face him. Hisoka stopped at the foot of your bed, almost like he knew where you wanted him before you said a word.
āSit.ā
He obeyed, sinking onto the mattress with an eager kind of grace, legs spreading slightly as though to take up the perfect amount of space youād allow him. His breathing grew more excited the moment you stepped into the space between his knees.
You reached out, brushing your fingers through his hair again, slower this time. His eyes closed briefly, something like a shudder rolling through him. When he opened them again, he was fully, hungrily focused.
You slipped your hand to the hem of your top and began to lift it inch by tantalizing inch.
Hisoka didnāt blink.
Didnāt breathe properly.
His chest heaved slightly, tongue darting out just to wet his lips as though to remind himself of the taste you gave him earlier.
When the top dropped to the floor, you stepped closer, close enough for him to see each detail of your body in the low light. Close enough that his mouth parted in silent worship.
You placed your hand against his chest, fingers splaying over his racing heartbeat, and leaned forward just a fraction.
āEyes on me.ā
āAs if I could look anywhere else,ā he whispered, voice wrecked and honest.
His eyes drifted down your body and back up with no shame, and with a grin curling that was far too sinful for someone obediently sitting still, he murmured, voice molten and playful,Ā *ā*Mmmā¦ are you going to make me begā¦ or will I start begging before you ask?ā
You slid your hand into his hair, and his head tilted forward just enough for your fingers to thread through scarlet strands. He let out a soft, breathyĀ āNnnā¦āĀ the sound edged with pleasure, and his grin only widened, hungry, like you were his favorite game and now he was deep in the thrill of it.
Your hand moved.
From his hair, slowly over his jaw, trailing down the line of his neck, passing by the bruise youād marked him with.
His breath visibly stuttered when your hands brushed over his chest, his shoulders twitched, a ripple of sensation traveling through him, letting out a hushed laugh, soft and dangerous. āYou have no idea what Iām imagining right nowā¦ā His gaze darkened, reverent and crazed all at once. Then his lips curved. āOr maybe you do.ā
Your touch lingered against his sternum, and with a gentle but possessive push, you guided him backward onto the bed. He let you move him without resistance, shifting until he was sitting against your pillows, legs relaxedā¦ open.
You followed, climbing into his lap as if you owned the space, as if you ownedĀ him*.*Ā His breath hitched, hands flexing uselessly at his sides as you straddled him, your weight settling over his hips. His body reacted instantly, a subtle grind upward that he quickly stilled, jaw tight as he tried to behave.
Your fingers skimmed his cheek before returning to his chest, feeling the wild thump of his heart beneath your palm.
āGood boy,ā you murmured.
It was soft. Intentional. Rewarding.
He shuddered.
You felt the tremor travel through him.
āOh, youāreā¦ youāre so cruel,ā he laughed breathlessly, though the grin he wore was wrecked and grateful. āCall me that again and Iāll start praying to you.ā
You shifted your hips just slightly in his lap, enough to make his breath catch. His eyes flicked down and back up, pupils blown wide.
He swallowed hard.
You tilted his chin just a little with your fingers. āWant something, pretty boy?ā
His lips parted. For a moment, he tried to grin through it, but his composure wavered under your weight and your tone. His throat worked as he breathed out:
āI wantā¦ā He swallowed again, the words fighting their way through the heat in his chest. His voice was lower when he continued. Honest. Raw. āI want your hands on me. Please touch me like Iām yours. I wantāā His breath shivered. āāI want you to keep calling me that while you ruin me.ā
A slow smile curved your lips.
Your hands moved down his chest faster than you could register. Every word that came from his lips was unexpected and hit harder than you thought they could.
Trailing closer to the loose pants he picked just for you to touch and feel him through.
You paused there just before giving him what he begged for, looking up at him.
His eyes were already half-lidded, chest flushed, waiting.
Your palm cupped him through the fabric.
HeĀ gasped*.* Head tipping back, lips parting around a curse he barely caught, his hips jerked up instinctively toward your hand. āFuck.ā
Your thumb dragged slowly along the outline of him, and the shiver that tore through his body looked more like surrender than surprise.
āMine, huh?ā you murmured, fingers tightening just enough to make him twitch beneath your touch.
āYes,ā he hissed, breathless, needy. āYours. Call me good again, pleaseāā
You obliged with a whisper that traced along his jaw like heat. āGood boy.ā
He let out a sound you had never heard from him before, a raw, broken,Ā gratefulĀ moan that bled into a soft laugh, like he couldnāt decide whether he was unraveling or enjoying every second of it too much to care.
Your hand moved again, slow and deep enough to have him biting his lip, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how hard he already was for you.
He looked ruined just from this, with hair falling onto his face, eyes glazed, mouth hanging open like his body had stopped pretending to hold back.
āAlready falling apart,ā you teased as your hand squeezed him once more, āand Iāve barely touched you.ā
His fingers softly grabbed at the sheets, desperate not to grab you without permission. āThatās because itāsĀ you,ā he said with a wild grin, voice thick with delight. āYou love, make me feelāGodā¦everything.ā
Your hand tightened just a second longer before slipping away from the outside of his pants, only to trail teasingly along the waistband.
His whole body went still except for the heavy rise and fall of his chest. The tension coiling inside him was visible, like every nerve waited for your next move.
Slowly, deliberately, your fingers slipped under the elastic.
He let out the faintest whimperābarely a sound, more breath than voice, but everything about him reacted. His hips jolted, then froze just as quickly when he caught himself, trembling with restraint.
You hummed, pleased. āStill behavingā¦ā
āTrying,ā he breathed, voice cracking on the word.
Your fingertips brushed hot skin, dragging lower until they curled around him fully.
His reaction was instant, a fractured moan with his head thrown back into your pillows. Throat exposed and vulnerable like a devotee at your altar. His hand flew to your thigh, not gripping, just grounding himself so he didnāt lose control.
āFuckāā His breath stuttered. āYour handā¦ feelsāā
You stroked him slowly, steadily, and unhurriedly. Like you had all the time in the world to unravel him inch by inch.
He trembled beneath you, every exhale shaky. āThank you,ā he rasped without thinking, like your touch was a gift and not something he begged for moments ago.
When your thumb dragged along the tip, he almost arched off the bed. You held him down with your free hand pressed to his chest.
āAhā¦hah, pleaseāā His eyes flew open, wild and glassy as they locked onto yours, searching for mercy he didnāt genuinely want. āDonāt stop. Fuckā¦feels soātoo good,ā
You smirked, leaning closer so your lips nearly brushed his ear, your hand tightening in just the right rhythm.
āThatās it,ā you purred. āFall apart for me.ā
He would. He already was.
He was unraveling under your touch, his hips twitching despite his best efforts to stay still. His nails dug into your thigh now, gently, to beg wordlessly for permission to fall apart.
You tightened your grip enough to make him gasp and bite out a low moan from the back of his throat. His head tipped back again, but this time you caught his jaw with your free hand, guiding his gaze up,Ā back to you.
āLook at me,ā you muttered.
He obeyed instantly.
The desperation in his stare hit hotter than anything physical. Wild. Wide. Completely yours.
His voice broke around a whimper. āYou canāt stop now, loveāplease, Iām so close,ā
āI know,ā you said softly, thumb brushing slowly over his cheek as your other hand kept that deliberate rhythm below. āThatās the point.ā
A low, unsteady gasp left him, air trembling in his chest as he tried to pace himself, but his body betrayed him. His thighs tensed under you, his jaw hanging, letting out a soundless moan. He looked dizzy with satisfaction, like the world was blurring around everything but your touch.
āYou feel that?ā you murmured, leaning closer so your words brushed hot over his lips. āHow close Iāve got you with just my hand?ā
He nodded shakily, swallowing against the tightness in his throat. āY-yeahāgodāfeels like Iāmāā
āBreaking?ā
His eyes fluttered, then locked back onto yours as though the word alone nearly sent him over. āMm-hm, please let me-ā
A single sharp squeeze had him gasping, spine arching as if chasing more.
But you didnāt speed up. You didnāt slow down either. You held himĀ exactlyĀ there, right on that unbearable line between bliss and denial.
You watched the realization bloom in his eyes that you were holding him hostage inside his own pleasure.
You tilted your head, amused. āYou said you wanted me to ruin you, didnāt you?ā
He nodded frantically, voice fractured. āFuck yes, I meant itā¦justāā
āThen tell me,ā you breathed, bringing your lips close enough that he could feel your words but not taste them. āWhat does it feel like right now?ā
His voice came out like a confession. āLike Iām yours,ā he whispered. āLike nothing else exists. Like I canāt breathe without your hands on me.ā
Your lips curled in approval. āCute.ā
He trembled beneath you, tension coiling tight, ready to snapā¦ waiting for whether youād allow it.
His breathing was spiraling out of control, every muscle tight, every exhale trembling like he was already free-falling and all he needed was a single word from you.
One tiny mercy.
But your hand slowed.
Just enough for him toĀ notice*.*
He froze, eyes wide and confused for a heartbeat; then terrified.
āAh-you canāt do this now,ā he gasped, hips jerking up in panic as if he could chase the high himself. You held him down with your palm on his chest, stopping him dead.
His voice broke. āDonāt take it awayāplease, Iām right there,ā
You gave him a slow, merciless smile as your fingers slipped free from under his waistband.
His whole body jolted.
He choked on a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a laugh of disbelief.
You shifted deliberately near his lap, reminding him of your weight over him, the fact thatĀ heĀ still hasnāt touched you once.
He looked wrecked, hair sticking to his forehead, chest flushed, pupils blown wide as he stared at you like youād just pulled the sun out of the sky.
āWhy..ā His voice cracked as he swallowed, struggling to breathe around the emptiness where your touch had been. His hips twitched helplessly. āWhy did youāā
You caught his chin again, forcing him to meet your gaze.
āBecause,ā you said softly, tone dripping with quiet possession, āyou donāt get to fall apart before Iāve evenĀ startedĀ using you, Hisoka.ā
His breath stuttered at the wordĀ using,Ā like it physically hit him.
You leaned forward, your lips barely ghosting over his ear.
āBut, Iām not done yet,ā you murmured.
A shaky, broken noise escaped him, like surrender.
The moment your knees bracket his hips, Hisokaās smirk tilts sharply, but softens at the edges, like a blade left too close to flame.
āDo it,ā he breathes, voice velvet scraped raw. āRuin the trick. Make it real.ā
His gold eyes stay locked on yours, pupils blown wide enough to swallow the swagger whole. The cocky curve of his mouth is still there, but itās tremblingāheld up by sheer will and the promise that youāll break that will before the night ends.
You reach behind your back, unhook the bra with a snap. The straps glide down your arms; his gaze follows every inch of lace until the garment drops onto his chest. He exhalesāslow, shaky like the air itself has teeth.
āYou can touch,ā you allow.
His hands rise instantly, but you catch both wrists mid-air, pinning them beside his head. The motion presses your bare breasts to his own; the thin fabric of his shirt suddenly feels obscene. He groans, low and guttural, hips lifting simply to feel the friction.
āNo hands,ā a grin makes its way to your face. āOnly your mouth.ā
He swallows, throat working. āYes.ā
You shift higher, knees sliding to cage his ribs. One nipple brushes his lower lip; he opens without being told, tongue flicking in a wet, desperate stripe. A chill runs through himāpure surrender disguised as hunger. He laves, sucks, and grazes teeth exactly hard enough to earn a warning pinch to his jaw. He whimpers, softens, and keeps worshipping.
When you pull away, his mouth chases blindly until the strain in his shoulders forces a hiss of pain. You slide back down his body, dragging your underwear off in a single motion. The lace skims his shirt, stomach, and the straining tent of his trousers. Every inch of contact draws a ragged breath.
You pull his pants down slowly, watching his cock spring free again. A single bead gathers at the slit; you catch it with your thumb, spread it down the underside until his hips jerk like marionette strings.
āStay still,ā you murmur.
He nods, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. His hands remain interlaced above his head, knuckles white. You rise on your knees, position him at your entrance, and sink inch by torturous inch. The heat of you wraps around him; his head falls back, mouth open on a silent cry.
You sit fully, grind once. His entire body locks, thighs trembling under yours. You feel the throb inside you, urgent and helpless.
āFeel that?ā you whisper against his ear. āThatās youābeggingĀ without a word.ā
A broken sound escapes him, a sob like a growl. He tries to rock up, but you pin his hips with your weight, denying even that small rebellion. His breath stutters, eyes squeezed shut like the sight of you is too much to bear open.
You ride him with slow, deep, deliberate strokes that drag over every sensitive nerve. Each time you rise to the tip, you pause, clench, watch his mouth shape your name without sound.
Sweat beads along his hairline; his chest rises in sharp, shallow jerks.
You stay seated deep, walls fluttering once around him like a warning heartbeat. Hisokaās pupils are blown wide gold, breath shallow but steadyāheās nowhere near broken yet just hungry for more.
āHands,ā you order quietly.
He lifts them at once. You guide his palms up your ribs, over the soft swell of your breasts. His thumbs brush the undersides, reverent, then circle closer to your nipples while your hips slow to a lazy grind.
āIs this what youāve been hoping for?ā you murmur.
He exhales through his teeth, cock pulsing inside you in answer. You let him exploreācup, squeeze, roll the hardened peaks until each light pinch draws a matching clench from your core. His hips try to lift, chasing deeper friction; you press your weight down, pinning him still.
His fingers trace slow spirals, learning every shiver he can coax. You roll your pelvis in tiny, deliberate circles that rub the head of him against your front wallāslow, slick, relentlessāwhile his touch stays gentle, almost polite, as if afraid the privilege will be revoked.
As you increase your tempoāhips rising and falling in a deep, deliberate rhythmāHisokaās eyes flutter, his mouth parting in a soundless gasp.
His hands, still gentle, slide down from your chest, tracing the curve of your waist before coming to rest on your hips. Fingers dig in, a delicate balance between guiding your movements and simply holding on.
The moment your walls start to clench and release around him in time with your strokes, his control begins to fray. A low, throaty groan rumbles out of him, the sound vibrating through every muscle in his body.
Head tilting back, eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as if the sensation is too much to bear while looking at you.
āGodāyes,Ā likeā¦that,ā he exhales, the words tumbling out in a ragged whisper. His hands on your hips tighten, thumbs tracing small, eager circles on your skin.
The touch is possessive, claiming, yet thereās an undercurrent of reverence, as if heās handling something infinitely precious and infinitely fragile.
As you pick up the pace, your breathing quickens, the sound intertwining with Hisokaās labored gasps. The room fills with the scent of sweat and sex, heavy and overpowering, each stroke and clench building toward a crescendo.
His words devolve into incoherent murmurs and sighs, his body arcing up to meet yours with increasing urgency.
In this moment, thereās no pretense, no performance. Itās just the raw, unadulterated sensation of two bodies moving in perfect, torturous sync, each trying to wring every last drop of pleasure from the other.
As your pace quickens, Hisoka's groans grow louder, more desperate, his body straining beneath yours like a bowstring pulled to its limit. His hands on your hips are the only points of contact, his fingers digging deep into your skin as if he's trying to anchor himself to the sensation of you riding him.
"Fuckāmore," he begs, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. "I need itā"
You give him what he asks for, your hips snapping down in sharp, brutal strokes that make his eyes roll back in his head. His mouth opens in a silent plea, his body arcing up to meet yours with an almost palpable desperation.
The sound of skin meeting skin is like a drumbeat, pounding out a primal rhythm. Hisoka's hands on your hips are the only thing keeping him grounded, his fingers flexing convulsively as he tries to process the sensation of being ridden so hard, so fast.
And still, you don't let up, your body moving in perfect sync with his, each stroke and clench building toward a crescendo that's both exhilarating and terrifying.
Hisoka's endurance is unmatched, but even he can't hide the signs of his impending unravelingāhis breathing is ragged, his muscles tense, his eyes fixed on yours with a hungry, pleading gaze.
"Youāre so perfect," he gasps, his voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies moving together. "I'm soĀ close."
You lean forward, your mouth inches from his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "Not yet," you whisper, your voice a low, husky purr. "I'm not done with you."
Hisoka's body jerks beneath yours, his hips snapping up in a desperate bid for release. But you're not ready to let him go, not yet.
You slow your pace, your strokes becoming longer, more deliberate, drawing out the sensation of being inside him, of being wrapped around him like a vice.
You lean back in, mouth crashing down on Hisokaās, devouring every sound he tries to make. Your tongueās aggressive against his, claiming every inch of his mouth as your own. Swallowing his gasps and groans like theyāre the only sustenance you need.
As you break away for air, your lips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, Hisokaās eyes flash open, pupils blown wide with desire. You can see the desperation there, the need, and it only fuels your own hunger. Your mouth trails down to the bruise on his neck, the hickey you left earlier, and you canāt help but feel a surge of possessiveness.
Your teeth graze the sensitive spot, and Hisokaās body jerks beneath you, his hips snapping up for more. You squeeze him tightly, holding him back, drawing out the torture. Heās so pent up, so ready to cum, and you can feel it in the way his muscles tense, the way his cock throbs inside you.
You whisper sweet words in his ear, telling him how good he is for letting you use him. How much you adore the way he responds to your every touch.
Hisokaās hands are back on your hips, fingers digging deep into your skin as he tries to pull you closer, to get you to move faster, to make you take him over the edge.
As you feel Hisoka's body begin to tense, his muscles locking up as he prepares to cum, he looks up at you with a desperate, pleading gaze.
"Love," he gasps, his voice barely audible over the sound of your bodies slamming together. "Please... may I?"
He's asking for permission to cum, for you to tell him it's okay to let go. His eyes are wild, his pupils blown wide with desire, and his voice is shaking with need.
You can feel the pressure building inside him, the desperation growing with every passing moment. You lean forward, your mouth inches from his ear, and whisper, "Not yet, pretty," you tell him. "Hold on just a little longer, okay?"
Hisoka's face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he nods. His body straining beneath you as he fights to keep his orgasm at bay. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, his muscles clenched, desperate to hold on. But you're not ready to let him cum yet.
You want to draw it out, to make him suffer just a little bit longer. You slow your pace, your hips rising and falling in a slow, torturous rhythm that has Hisoka's eyes rolling back in his head.
"O-oh," he gasps, his voice barely audible. "I need to cum."
You lean forward, your mouth brushing against his ear.
"If I don't cum," you whisper, "I'll use your mouth to finish myself, got it?"
Hisoka's body jerks beneath you as he nods. His hips snapped up in a frantic bid for release. He's so close, so ready to cum, and you know it.
You can feel it in the way his muscles are clenched, the way his cock is throbbing inside you.
And then, finally, you give in. "You can cum for me," that sweet tone you used with him, like honey dripping straight from your lips.
Hisoka's body quivers as his cock lets out a frenzy of cum. You've taken him to the edge and pushed him over. You can feel his cum dripping out of you as you lean forward, your mouth brushing against his ear.
"Now you can clean me up, pretty," you whisper, your voice husky with desire. "Use your mouth for something good."
Hisoka's face lights up with a fierce, possessive grin. His hands slide up your thighs, gently easing you off his cock as he positions you over his chest. You hover above his face, your folds inches from his lips, and he gazes up at you with an adoring, worshipful expression.
He kisses your thighs, slow and gentle, his lips tracing the curves of your skin with reverence. You feel his hot breath on your folds, and then his tongue is there, lapping up the cum that's mixed with your own.
He's meticulous, thorough, and adoring, making sure to clean every inch of your skin. Every kiss, every lick, gets a "thank you" from his lips, as if he's grateful for the privilege of worshiping you like this.
As he works, he maintains eye contact with you, his gaze locked on yours with an almost palpable intensity. You see the adoration in his eyes, the worship, and the gratitude. Happy to be of service, happy to put his mouth to use, he's savoring every moment of it.
When he feels like heās gotten it all, he lies back, his chest heaving with exertion, and gazes up at you with a contented, peaceful expression.
He's happy, truly happy, with how the night ended, and he knows that he's broken, completely and utterly, and that he's yours, body and soul.
In this moment, he can only hold you there, hovering above his face, and bask in the afterglow of your intense, passionate connection.
He feels your warmth, your heat, and your scent, and he's filled with a sense of wonder and awe at the depth of his own submission.
As he gazes up at you, he can see the faint sheen of sweat on your skin, the flush of pleasure on your cheeks, and the soft, satiated smile on your lips. He knows that he's given you everything, that he's surrendered completely to your desires, and that he's been utterly and completely used.
And yet, even in this state of total submission, he feels a sense of freedom, a sense of release, and a sense of joy. He knows that he's found his true place, his true purpose, and that he's exactly where he's meant to be.
| a/n: soā¦ I have no excuses, but I do have the next few days already written (swear on my life), Iāve just been so busy and havenāt even opened Tumblr
| wc: 1.5k
You hear the taxi door slam before the yelling starts.
āAh, Iām home, babyyy!ā
You sigh, setting your phone down just in time for Denki to stumble through the front door. He looks like the definition ofĀ Halloween aftermathācheap vampire cape half-on, hair fried from humidity, eyeliner smudged like he tried and failed to fix it in the cab mirror.
āGreat,ā you call from the couch. āDid you have fun, Denks?ā
He grins, all teeth and chaos. āSo much fun. Butāā he wobbles closer, pointing at you, āāI missed you theĀ most.ā
āOh, I bet.ā
He collapses beside you, half on your lap, before you can stop him. āYou wouldāve loved it,ā he slurs, head falling onto your shoulder. āKiri was dressed as a pirate. Mina kept making people do shots every time someone said āboo.ā Seroā¦ā he trails off, giggling, āSero told me somethingĀ crazy, actually.ā
You hum, running your fingers through his hair to keep him from face-planting. āYeah? Whatād Sero tell you?ā
āHe said,ā Denki starts, trying to sound mysterious but failing, āhe said his girlfriend made himĀ ride her thigh.ā
You blink, amusement creeping into your tone. āOh? Whatād you say to that?ā
He sits up a little, cheeks pink. āI told him thatās, like,Ā weirdly hot.Ā And then he saidāā his voice drops conspiratorially, āāuh, he said I should try it.ā
You raise an eyebrow. āShould you now?ā
Denki grins sheepishly, eyes flicking down to your lap and back up again. āMaybe.ā
You canāt help laughing. āYouāre such a lightweight.ā
āIām notĀ drunk,ā he argues, pouting. āJustābrave enough to ask.ā
āBrave enough?ā you tease, sliding a hand under his chin. āThat's what you call it?ā
He nods, swallowing hard when your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth. āMhm. Soā¦ can I?ā
You tilt your head, pretending to think. āAre you asking to ride my thigh, baby?ā
The nickname makes him blush all over again. āYeah,ā he admits softly. āWanna feel the sensation, yāknow?ā
He sometimes seemed so calm when he was needy, leaning forward, you catch his mouth in a kiss that shuts him up and melts him at the same time.
He gasps against you, his hands gripping your shirt as you push him gently back into the couch.
The kiss deepensāslow, teasing, a little wet from how eager he is. His lips obsessively melt against yours with every whimper from between them. Tongues grazing each other with a taste reminiscent of alcohol. When you finally pull away, his eyes are glassy and desperate.
āYouāre a mess,ā you murmur. āYou know that?ā
āYāyeah,ā he breathes, dazed. āBut Iām your mess.ā
You smile at that. āThat you are.ā
He leans in again, chasing your mouth, but you stop him with a hand against his chest. āPatience.ā
āCāmon,ā he whines, voice cracking on the last syllable.
You shift, spreading your legs just slightly. āCāmere.ā
He obeys immediately, sliding between your knees until heās kneeling in front of you. You grab his wrist and guide him upājust enough to sit him on one of your thighs.
āRight here,ā you say, voice low. āDonāt move yet.ā
He bites his lip, already trembling from anticipation. Your hands trail up his sides, under the hem of his shirt, nails dragging lightly across his skin until he shivers.
You lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. āYou really wanna see what Sero meant?ā
Denki nods, his voice barely a whisper. āOkay.ā
You grab his hips and press him downāslow, steadyāuntil his clothed cock drags against the muscle of your thigh. The sound that leaves him is raw, a hint of disbelief.
āOh myāfuck,ā he stammers, clutching your shoulders for balance.
You smile, grip tightening over his waist. āThere you go. Good job, Denks!ā
His body reacts to the praise as he starts to grind, hesitant at first before the friction builds. Every drag of his hips makes his breath catch, the little noises spilling out of him unfiltered.
Denki starts to lose his rhythm, hips dragging in desperate little circles against you, chasing friction like he canāt get close enough.
The heat between you builds, every grind leaving him softer, smallerājust breath and sound and need. You flex your thigh once, deliberate and slow, and heĀ shudders,Ā a moan catching in his throat.
Rutting now, shameless and needy on your thigh, slumped with the effort of it. Every drag makes his voice crack, his body jerking as he tries to keep rhythm.
You tighten your grip on his waist, guiding him through it, whispering things that make him twitch and moan louder. Heās panting, babbling, half-coherentājust riding your thigh like itās the only thing keeping him grounded.
āMmh, th-thank youā¦fuck,ā his voice trails to a whisper as he moves to bury his head in your neck.
āUh-uh, Denki,ā you move his face slightly, āI wanna see your pretty face.ā
He shakes his head, eyes glossy, lips parted, hips rolling with new urgencyāevery movement messy and honest, his need spilling out in whimpers and groans.
You always did that to him; you had him look you in the eyes while his were already glossy. Little whimpers slipped out from his lips every time you made him do this.
āEyes on me, Denks,ā you murmur, cupping his jaw.
He triesāhe really doesābut his gaze keeps flickering between your mouth and the place where his hips meet your thigh. āC-canāt,ā he breathes, voice cracking. āFeels too good.ā
You watch him unravel, the sight almost too sweetāhis golden hair falling into his face, lips parted, eyes fluttering every time he ruts down a little harder. Tilting your head, as your thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.
āYou can. Donāt make me remind you.ā
He swallows hard, forcing himself to look at you. It makes his next moan come out softer, more desperate, his whole body trembling from the effort of staying focused while pleasure builds.
āThatās it,ā you whisper. āGood boy.ā
He lets out a broken sound, pressing down harder like your praise alone pulled him forward. His fingers twitch on your shoulders, searching for something to hold. You guide his hands to your waist.
āThere,ā you say, breath warm against his ear. āHold on to something, yeah?ā
He nods, clinging to you as he movesāslow, shaky rolls that have his breath hitching every few seconds. āYouāā he starts, panting, āmake me feel soāfuckāā
āI make you feel what?ā you tease, dragging your thigh up just slightly.
He gasps, voice dissolving into a whine. āSo good. You make me feel so good.ā
āReally?ā you question, knowing his answer, your tone low and coaxing.
He nods without thinking, hips rutting harder, rhythm dissolving into need.
You watch him unravel, the sight almost too sweetāhis golden hair falling into his face, lips parted, eyes fluttering every time he ruts down a little harder.
āSweet boy,ā you whisper. āYouāre doing so well.ā
He whines, voice shaking. āFeels s-so, fuck, pleaseāā
āPlease what?ā
āPlease, can Iācan I cum?ā
You pull him close until your lips brush his ear. āYou can cum when I tell you to.ā
He groans, the sound desperate. You guide his hips with your hands, forcing him to keep pace, your thigh flexing beneath him with every drag.
āNow,ā you murmur, voice soft but firm. āGo on. Cum for me.ā
He breaksābody trembling, a groan tearing from his throat as he falls apart against you. His forehead drops to your own, his breath coming to yours as you lean in.
Running your fingers through his hair, he melts against your lips. A lot slower than before, and most of his need is gone from exhaustion. Denki moves slightly to avoid any more friction as your lips slowly part from his.
When the tremors finally fade, he laughs weakly. ā...Okay, Sero was right.ā
You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his temple. āYou gonna tell him that?ā
He shakes his head quickly. āNo way. Thatās just for us.ā
You gave him a look, nodding before giggling, āYeah, Iāll believe whatever you say.ā
He smiles, still flushed, clinging to you. āYou think youāll let me do that again?ā
You smirk. āAsk me again after you tell Sero.ā
| a/n: so the days in between todayās and day one are honestly gonna have to get posted at another time because I honestly donāt know whatās going on with them. still, I never finished and they suck, and Iām literally ab to crash out, so have fun reading !!!!
| wc: 1.4k
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Geto doesnāt even warn you properly. Just a rushed,Ā āIāve got a business trip. Back Sunday,āĀ while heās halfway out the door.
You stare at the text, jaw tight.Ā Sunday?Ā Youād made plansādinner, a movie, maybe more. But instead, heās gone, leaving you irritated and unsatisfied for three whole days.
So, naturally, you decide heās going to pay for it.
When he finally returns that night, suitcase in hand, he barely gets through the door before youāre on him.
āMissed me?ā he teases softly, but the look you give him is dangerousāslow, deliberate, with a glint that makes his throat dry.
You take his chin between your fingers. āYou literally left without telling me until you were halfway gone. YouĀ reallyĀ think I missed you?ā
Getoās grin falters, but you donāt give him time to respond. You kiss himālong, heavy, until he forgets how to breathe. Itās desperate and messy, teeth catching his lip, your hands already tugging at his coat, unbuttoning his shirt.
By the time his suitcase hits the floor, youāre dragging him toward the bedroom.
He barely has time to mumble, āI love when youāre like thisā¦ā before you push him down onto the bed.
āGood,ā you murmur, climbing onto him. āThen donāt move.ā
You reach for the tie youād laid out earlierāsilky, black, perfect. His eyes widen as you grab his wrists and bind them behind his back. He could resist, of course, but he doesnāt. He never does with you.
āYou really mad at me or something?ā he breathes, smiling weakly.
āOh, notĀ mad,ā you reply, straddling his chest. āJust showing you a little something.ā
You reach for the silk tie youād set aside earlier. The corner of his mouth twitches when he sees it.
āBaby, thatās myāā
āNot anymore.ā You flip him gently, pressing his wrists together above his head. The fabric slides over his skin with a whisper, snug but not harsh. He tests the restraint once, then exhales, already sinking into it.
He peers up at you like youāve hung the moon, pupils blown wide. You tilt his chin up with a finger, forcing him to meet your gaze.
āDo you really think you can just not say anything until youāre leaving?ā
āDidnāt think youād mind,ā he admits, voice soft.
You smirk. āAnd to think I was going to be nice to you.ā
You shift backward, slow enough for him to take in the view.
His breath catches, the faintest tremor running through him as you trail your fingers over and between your thighs.
āFuckā¦ā he mutters, straining against the tie.
āQuiet,ā you warn, but the smile playing on your lips betrays you. You drag your hand down, letting two fingers glide over your folds before holding them above his mouth. āYou missed this, didnāt you?ā
He nods quickly, eager.
āUse your words, baby.ā
āYes,ā he whispers, tongue darting out to taste you. āMissed you so much.ā
You hum, pleased, then slide down between his legs. The sound of his belt unbuckling is sharp in the quiet room. You tug his pants low enough to free himāalready hard, already leaking.
āPathetic,ā you murmur, stroking him once, slow and steady. His hips jerk, the restraint biting lightly into his wrists.
āDonāt move.ā
He stills, eyes glassy.
But you never said he had to be quietānot in this moment at least. You do it again, a little faster this time, watching the way his breathing stutters, the way his thighs tremble.
āMmph-fuck,ā he may not have told you, but you knew that Geto didnāt touch himself while on his trip. He never did, because according to him, it āwasnāt the sameā.
Which really just meant he was always so sensitive when you touched him after a while. Hand not so carefully stroking him, using your other hand to play with his tip.
And just when heās about to spill over the edge, you stop.
āWhatāplease!?ā
You tilt your head, amused. āNot yet.ā
You smile when he groans, muscles tightening under your hands. āYou really thought I was gonna let you finish that easily?ā
He shakes his head, biting his lip, but the sound that slips out when you drag your thumb over his tip betrays him.
āMm. You did,ā you say quietly, teasing him with slow, lazy strokes that make his breath hitch. āYou always do.ā
His hips twitch helplessly; the tie strains around his wrists. You shift your weight forward, watching his chest rise and fall, his voice breaking on soft little gasps.
āLook at you,ā you murmur. āAll that control gone the second I touched you.ā
āIāI canāt help it,ā he pants, eyes glossy.
āI know,ā you coo, leaning down to kiss him just long enough to make him whimper. āThatās why I have to help you remember who decides when you get to come.ā
You sit back again, grip tightening around him, strokes deliberate and unhurried. His body arches off the bed; heās so close itās painful.
And when he starts to tremble, you stop, againāpulling your hand away completely.
He lets out a broken sound, something between a sigh and a sob.
You edge him until heās trembling, until every muscle in his body is strung tight. He begs, voice straining, breath shallow, every denial unraveling him further. Each time you stop, his eyes dart up to you, confused and desperate, searching for mercy.
You lean down, lips ghosting his ear. āNext time you want to leave without telling me, youāll think about this, wonāt you?ā
āYes,ā he gasps. āI swear, Iāll tell you,ā
You kiss him once, slow and tender. āOne more. You can come when I say.ā
You start again, hand slick and merciless, twisting just enough to make him shake.
āPlease, please, I canātāā
āYou can wait a few more secondsāgosh, so needy,ā you whisper.
He almost breaks apart instantly, your voice so silky and somehow still so evil. His hands twitch against the restraint, daring to break free just so he can touch you, but you hold him there, wrist-deep in control.
Getoās somewhere else when you call his name again. You give him a little tap on the thigh, enough to pull him back down to earth.
āIs it too much for you, sweetheart?ā you ask softly. You mean it this timeāgenuinely trying to check on him, thinking maybe heās had enough.
But Geto only groans, his body tensing under your hand. You can feel him twitch, desperate and close.
āD-donāt be so condescending,ā he pants, trying to squirm awayābut heās so close he doesnāt actually want to leave your grip.
You hum, tilting your head. āOh? You still have something left in you?ā
Your thumb circles the head of his cock, slow and cruel. āThen ask for it properly.ā
He swallows hard, voice breaking. āPleaseā¦ please, can I come?ā
You lean in, your tone almost kind again. āGo ahead, baby. Come for me.ā
The permission hits him like a spark. He shudders violently, a sound tearing from his throatāraw, needy, almost gratefulāas he finally unravels. You keep stroking him through it, slow and steady, until his breathing evens out and his body goes slack beneath you.
When itās over, you untie his wrists. He immediately pulls you close, face buried against your chest like heās afraid youāll disappear.
You stroke his hair, voice soft. āThink youāll try disappearing again?ā
He shakes his head weakly. āNever.ā
āGood boy,ā you murmur, pressing a kiss to his temple.
| an: I did enjoy writing this, actually, and I don't usually read for Geto, so this was new (apologies if I didn't portray him right).
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dividers by @dollywons (and I think someone else but I think they changed their @)
college student sub! shinsou x flirty bsf dom! reader
| cw: dom! Reader x sub! Shinsou, NSFW 18+, MDNI, friends to? begging, slight foreplay, slight humiliation, teasing, praise, handjob, made a little mess, aftercare (slight)
| a/n: Sorry, this is being posted two days late. Iāve been literally so sick, I think I had strep. It's been horrible. I never finished editing this, so I didn't queue it. Now, Iām behind, but I promise Iām here and prepared! (I might get backed up again, though, because my months are gonna be busyā¦)
| wc: 1.2k
The door clicks open before you even remember calling for him. Shinsou doesnāt knock anymore, not when heās had a spare key for months.
āHey,ā you greet without looking up, arranging cheese and crackers onto a board. āIām just putting some snacks together.ā
He shuts the door quietly, shoulders loosening at the sight of you barefoot in the kitchen. Tank top loose enough to show the straps of your bra, shorts riding indecently high.Ā House clothesĀ for you; torture for him.
He sets his bag down by the couch. āSmells good,ā he offers, voice rough.
āItās literally crackers and cheese, Shin. Donāt gas me up.ā
āIām serious. You always make it lookā¦ nice.ā
You laugh, tossing a grape at him. He catches it without thinking, and you beam like itās a victory. This is supposed to be normal. ItĀ isĀ normal. Movie nights, game nights, hanging around because you hate being bored. But Shinsou canāt stop cataloguing every detail of being alone with you.
By the time you flop onto the couch, heās still lost in his head. Your legs immediately find their way into his lap, and he goes rigid under the casual weight. You donāt even seem to notice.
āSo,ā you stretch, ādo you think this new setās cute?ā
āSet?ā His eyes flick down to your tank top and shorts. āYouāve had those for a while, no?ā
You smirk. āNot this set.ā
You tug the strap of your tank top down, just enough to show the matching red lace beneath. Bright, deliberate. His brain whites out. āā¦oh.ā
āLike them? I think redās really my color.ā
He swallows hard, dragging his gaze away. āā¦y-yeah,ā he manages, the word tumbling out unevenly. āRedāsā¦ uhā¦ good. Looksā¦ good on you.ā
Inside, heās spiraling. You showed him your bra. Youāre still draped across his lap. Heās cataloguing every detailālace, the exact shade of crimson, the way you said ānew set.ā Heāll remember this for years. But he nods, biting his cheek, pretending itās normal.
Your fingers slip into his hair, raking lazily at the nape of his neck. He stiffens, eyes wide, pulse racing under your touch.
āComfortable?ā you ask, light as ever.
āā¦y-yeah. Normal,ā he lies.
And then you swing a leg over, settling across his lap. His breath hitches. Hands hover at your hips but donāt dare touch.
āIs it really that hard to figure out what Iām trying to do, Shin?ā Your voice is low, teasing.
āIāI donātā¦ā he stammers. āYouāreāfuckāyouāre messing with me, right?ā
āShin.ā You lean in, lips brushing his jaw. āI donāt play around unless I mean it.ā
His composure cracks. Hands finally grip your hips, holding you like you might disappear. āPlease,ā he blurts, voice low and cracked. āDonāt tease me like this unless you want me. I canāt take it.ā
āHow needy.ā You smile slow, fingertips dragging up the side of his throat. āYou want me to stop?ā
āN-no,ā he blurts instantly, too desperate. āPlease donāt. Please donāt stop.ā
āThen what do you want me to do?ā you press your thumb against his bottom lip. āSay it.ā
āI want you. I wantāfuckāI want everything. Please. Please, Iāll do anything you tell me.ā
You lean down, lips barely brushing his. He shudders, chasing the contact. Instead of kissing him, you roll your hips slow and deliberate. The sound he makes is pathetic, and it shoots straight through you.
āGod, youāre needy,ā you laugh softly. āBeen sitting here all this time, daydreaming about me, havenāt you?ā
āY-yesāyes, I think about you all the time. You drive me insane.ā
āCute.ā You finally give him the lightest kiss, just a brush of lips that makes him whine. āBeg a little more for me, Shin. Let me hear how desperate youāve been.ā
He moans into your mouth, sloppy and unpracticed, clutching at your waist like youāll slide apart if he lets go. You press a finger to his lips, smiling. āSlow down. Youāve got all night.ā
You tug your tank top over your head. His breath stutters when the red lace comes fully into view, and his thighs twitch under you. āHoly shit,ā he whispers, almost reverent.
You grind down again and his head thumps back, a choked sound tearing from his throat. Heās hard under you, straining against denim.
āEver been touched like this, Hito?ā you ask.
āN-no,ā he admits instantly, eyes squeezed shut. āNever. Iāfuck, I only ever thought about it. About you.ā
āSad little thing,ā you murmur at his ear. āGetting off just thinking about me all this time.ā
His hips buck helplessly, a broken plea falling from his lips.
You pop the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down slowly. He watches with wide, desperate eyes, chest heaving.
āRelax,ā you purr, slipping your hand inside to palm him over his boxers. He jerks under your touch, a sound too close to a sob leaving him. āYouāre gonna let me take care of you.ā
āPlease,ā he gasps, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to mark. āPlease, Iādonāt stop.ā
You slide your hand beneath the fabric, wrapping your fingers around him properly. He nearly cries, head falling forward against your shoulder, hot breath spilling over your skin.
āAw, sweet boy,ā you whisper, stroking him slowly, savoring every whimper, every pathetic rut of his hips into your palm. āThis is what you wanted, yeah? How much have you needed it?ā
He chokes on the words, but they spill out anywayārushed, raw. āIāve wanted youā¦pleaseāplease use meāā His voice breaks, ragged and pleading. āPlease make me yours.ā
You lean down, teeth grazing his ear. āGood.ā
Your thumb works the sensitive underside while your palm pumps. He tilts his head back, lashes trembling, groans mixing with your name. The warmth of your hand could never leave from his body or heād lose all his senses.
When he finally spills over your hand, itās with a broken cry and your name on his lips, trembling under you as everything heās been holding back comes undone.
You keep your strokes slow until he goes slack beneath you. When you finally let go, you brush a thumb over his flushed cheek, grounding him.
āThatās it,ā you murmur, voice soft now. āYou did so good for me.ā
Shinsou sags back against the couch, glassy-eyed and trembling, still holding your hips like a lifeline. āThank you,ā he whispers, barely audible. āForā¦ for not stopping.ā
You press a kiss to his temple, letting him melt against you. āTold you all you had to do was beg.ā
Once again, sorry for the delay in posting. I will try to get back on track for the next few days. At some point, I'll post two in one day. Thank you for reading! (Also sorry if it was short, I was so done.)
š¤ welcome to fa1rydr3am's haunted dollhouse kinktober 25' ā reminder, the entirety of this prompt challenge is nsfw, so this is 18+ mdni
š¤ 31 days of depravity ā following different short story lines focused on the dom! reader take of kinktober ā every post will be tagged with triggers and will have disclaimers before the fic begins
fandoms
š¤ demon slayer, death note, hunter x hunter, jujutsu kaisen, justice league, my hero academia, obey me, one piece, supernatural
š¤ DISCLAIMER ā all characters are over 18, every piece of writing has a little story behind it, there will be no one under age being discussed; eg, college au! or corporate au!
WEEK 1
Ā Ā āā 1 OCTOBER - BEGGING | shinsou hitoshi
Ā Ā āā 2 OCTOBER - OVERSTIMULATION | gojo satoru
Ā Ā āā 3 OCTOBER - COLLARING | illumi zoldyck
Ā Ā āā 4 OCTOBER - BRAT TAMING | dean winchester
WEEK 2
Ā Ā āā 5 OCTOBER - EDGING | suguru geto
Ā Ā āā 6 OCTOBER - ORGASM DENIAL | jason todd
Ā Ā āā 7 OCTOBER - PEGGING | choso
Ā Ā āā 8 OCTOBER - SENSORY DEPRIVATION | bruce wayne
| cw: ANGST, themes of heartbreak, emotional tension and vulnerability, emotional manipulation, begging, proofread, use of darling, gn reader, slightly attempted coercion
| teaser: Youād warned him before. Again and again. And each time, he promised. Pinky swore. Swore on his beauty, on his love for you. But Asmodeus never really believed youād leave. Not him. Not the Avatar of Lust, the one everyone wanted. Tonight, though, your patience had finally run out.
| wc: 1.2k
Heād done it againāused his charm on another demon, batting his lashes, letting his power wrap around them until they were dizzy and pliant. Not for survival. Not because he had to. Just because heĀ could,Ā and when you confronted him, he tried to laugh it offātried to play cute.
Youād just finished watching him, again, leaning far too close to another demon, smile syrupy sweet, charm dripping like honey. It wasnāt survival. It wasnāt protection. It was ego. And the worst part? He knew youād see it.
When you called him out later, he just laughed, head tilting with a practiced pout.
āOh, darling, really? Are we going to do this again?ā His lashes fluttered, the corner of his lips curling. āYou know me. I canāt help it if people find me irresistible.ā
You crossed your arms. āDonāt play dumb, Asmo.ā
He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. āDumb? Me? Babe, you wound me.ā
Your glare didnāt falter.
His grin wavered, but only slightly. He scooted closer, voice dropping into a playful whine. āCome on, donāt be jealous. It wasnāt serious. Just harmless fun.ā
āHarmless?ā Your tone was sharp, cutting through his performance.
āOf course! You know I only wantĀ you,Ā right?ā He reached for your hand, trying to lace your fingers with his, still smiling like he could charm his way out. āDonāt tell me youāre mad over a little flirting. Thatās just who I am, sugar.ā
You yanked your hand back. āI donāt care who you are, Asmo. I told you where I drew the line. And you crossed it.ā
The smile fell off his face in pieces.
āAsmo,ā you said softly, arms crossed. āI donāt think I can deal with your shit anymore.ā
His laugh came out too high, too nervous, but he tried to mask it with a grin. āOh, come on, donāt say it like that. You know meāI get carried away sometimes. I canāt help it if people fall head over heels just looking at me.ā
You didnāt smile. Didnāt even blink.
His grin twitched. He leaned in, voice dipping into that silky tone he usually used to melt you. āYouāre not really mad at me, are you? I meanāsure, maybe I got a little too friendly, but itās not like IĀ meantĀ anything by it. Itās all just play.ā
āPlay?ā Your voice was cold. āYou think lying and using people is just a game?ā
The air left his lungs in a shaky little laugh. He tried again, this time reaching for your wrist, lashes batting desperately. āSweetheart, donāt be cruel. You know youāre the only one I really want. Everyone elseāpfft. Nothing.ā
You pulled your arm back, hard. The sound of your sleeve slipping out of his grip was louder than the silence that followed.
Your eyes bored into him, unflinching. āHow many times have we had this same conversation, Asmo?ā
Something shifted in his faceālike watching glass fracture. His lips parted, his usual lightness stuttering on his tongue. The mask slipped. You saw panic flicker in his eyes.
āNoā¦ no, wait. Donātādonāt say youāre serious right nowā¦ā His voice broke mid-laugh, brittle, his smile faltering as he searched your face for some trace of softness.
But you didnāt give him any.
And thatās when his knees gave out beneath him, like his body realized before his mind did that charm wouldnāt save him this time.
He blinked, startled. Then his lips curled in that dazzling smile, practiced and perfect. āW-What? Darling, I havenāt done anythingāā
āAre you kidding me?ā Your voice was sharp enough to cut. āHow many times have we had this same conversation, Asmo? How many times have you sworn youād stop pulling stunts like this?ā
His smile wavered. āButā¦ it wasnāt serious! Itās just how I amāyou know Iād neverāā
āDonāt,ā you snapped. āDonāt you dare try to play that card with me again. I donāt care if itās how you are.ā
Something in your voice made him falter, like his act slipped right off him all at once. His mouth opened, closed, then opened againābefore he dropped. Literally dropped, down onto his knees, hands pressed flat against the floor as if the world was crumbling under him.
āPlease,ā he choked, eyes already glassy. āY/N, donāt say that. Donāt say youāre done with me.ā
You scoffed. āYou think getting on your knees is going to make me feel sorry for you?ā
He looked up, desperate, trembling. āIāll do anything! Iāll neverānever use my charm like that again, I swear! Iāll prove it, Iāllāā His breath broke, words tumbling too fast. āI donāt need anyone else, just you. I onlyāI only wantedāā
āWanted what? Attention?ā Your tone was cruel, unforgiving. āYou wanted to be adored so badly youād throw away the one person who truly loves you?ā
āAsmoā¦ā You shook your head, bitter. āI canāt make this work.ā
His eyes widened, tears spilling over his cheeks. His whole body shook, shoulders curling inward, like your words had split him open. āNoā¦ no, please. Please, donāt say that. Donātādonāt give up on me.ā His voice cracked in half, breaking into a sob. āHow can I make this work?ā
āYou canāt.ā
It was a knife to his heart. He made a noiseāa puppy kicked away as though youād actually struck him. His hands clenched against the floor. His mascara-stained tears ran down his chin, streaking his perfect face.
He looked destroyed. And still, he begged. āPlease, donāt fuck with me. Darlingā¦ how can I make this work?ā
The great Asmodeus. The one who thought he could charm his way through anything. On the floor, undone, sobbing like a child.
You stood there for a moment, watching him crumble. Your chest ached. For all his faults, for all the ways he had hurt you, he was stillĀ yours.Ā Still, the demon who curled up next to you when nightmares clawed at your sleep. Still the one whoād paint your nails just to see you smile.
You crouched down, close enough that his tear-streaked eyes locked onto yours like heād just been given salvation.
Your hand lifted, fingers sliding gently through his hair, moving it from his face. He whimpered at the touch, pressing his head into your palm like a starving thing. For one moment, you let him have it. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his temple. Soft. Loving.
He sucked in a sharp breath. āY/Nā¦ā
But you pulled back before he could say anything more. Your hand slipped from his hair, your voice low, steady, merciless.
āYouāll always look beautiful when you cry, Asmo. But Iām not gonna fall for it this time.ā
Then you stood, turned, and walked away.
Behind you, the Avatar of Lust collapsed into his own sobs, clutching the floor like it might hold him together.
Prompt by @urfriendlywriter, I'm pretty sure (if not, please tell me I can't find the post) "How can I make this work?"Ā "You can't-"Ā "Please, [name],Ā don't fuck with me.Ā Please.. How.. can I make this work?"
| cw: sfw, fluff, slightly suggestive, light teasing/banter, wholesome relationship, intimacy, Toji being a sweetheart !! princess was used as a nickname twice
| a/n: I forgot about this after I made that Toji post. Also, this is kinda like a series because I have a lot of other ideas written for this domesticated, sweetheart Toji.
| wc: 1.5k
You woke up ridiculously warm. Like a log in a fireplace that was just put out. And it wasnāt from the sunlight piercing through your curtains. Not even the five cartoon blankets you had piled on the bed. Noā it was Toji, pressed up against you like a sloth on a tree with his arms fully wrapped around your body.
You shift and groan as you try to stretch a little, and he stirs in response. And then that rasped morning voice calls out, āMm-morninā princess.ā
You look to the side at him. āYou feel like a furnace.ā
He hums, pressing his face onto your shoulder, āBetter than freezing, right?ā
Sure.Ā You roll your eyes, wrestling your way out of his grip, making your way to the bathroom. You barely get to rub the sleep from your eyes before you hear the sheets rustling behind you.
āā¦You cominā in?ā you call, turning on the shower.
Heās already at the door. Shirtless. Sleepy. Very obviously trying to act casual, like he didnāt rush to follow you theĀ secondyou moved.
āI can help,ā he offers, scratching the back of his head. āYāknow. To save water ānd stuffā
You stare. āYouāre 6ā2 and take up half the tub.ā
He shrugs. āCould still help. Like holding your shampooā¦or you.ā
You deadpan. āThat second one isnāt helping.ā
He smirks. āMaybe not forĀ you.ā
But you let him in anyway. Because youāre not heartless. And alsoā¦ heās kind of cute like this. Groggy, quiet, lingering too close while you rinse your back.
Heās never touched. Not unless you asked him to. But he watches. Eyes trailing every movement like heās hypnotized. Like your morning routine is sacred. When you lather your body wash across your chest, heĀ whimpersā¦for some reason.
You ignore him.
Heās leaning against the tile now, arms crossed like heās pretending this could be casual. His hairās damp from steam, curling a little at the ends, and his eyes track the way you drag your hands down your sides. He doesnāt even blink when the suds slip lower.
āYouāre pathetic,ā you mutter, rinsing off.
āMm,ā he hums like he didnāt hear, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch.
When you reach for the scrub, his hand moves quicklyācatching it before it topples off the slick ledge. He doesnāt hand it over right away, though. Just lingers, fingers brushing yours when you take it back. You donāt miss the way his throat works, like heās swallowed words he doesnāt trust himself to say.
āYouāre seriously that excited in the morning?ā you tease, working it on your leg slowly.
He laughs, low and sheepish, running a hand down his face. āYea. Justā¦ for the view.ā
You flick a little water at him, and he acts surprised, glaring like youāve just mortally wounded him. Then heās grinning, leaning in until the steam carries his voice right into your ear.
āCareful,ā he murmurs, āyou keep playinā like that, Iām gonna forget this was meant to be cute.ā
You arch a brow, rinsing the scrub from your leg. āI see it doesnāt take much to wake you up. Maybe I want you flustered before breakfast.ā
The sound he makesāhalf laugh, half groanāis all the proof you need that heās already lost his own game.
Youāre sitting at your vanity now, cream satin robe with darker stripes. You did this every morning, applying your skin care like it was a ritual instead of a routine. Toji usually watched as you patted in serums and rubbed in moisturizers.
Behind you, heās sprawled across the bed, hair wet, shirt scrunched from where he couldnāt be bothered to finish pulling it down. You catch his gaze in the mirrorālazy, but sharp enough that it pins you in place.
āYouāre unreal, yāknow that?ā he mutters, voice scratchy like it wasnāt just steamed in the shower.
You smirk, tapping cream onto your collarbone, watching his gaze lower from your eyes. āAnd youāre still staring. Donāt you get tired of it?ā
āNot any time soon, I can promise that.ā His grin is slow, almost cheeky, like he knows the effect his words land with.
You shake your head, reaching for the next jar, but your fingers hesitate when you catch him shifting in the reflection. He props himself up on an elbow, cheek pressed into his palm like he could watch you forever from that spot.
āYouāre gonna burn a hole through me if you keep staring like that,ā you tease, smoothing cream along your jawline.
He chuckles, low and rough, eyes half-lidded but never moving off you. āBetter you than anyone else.ā
For a minute, the room softensāyour careful dabs of skincare, his quiet observation, the steam still lingering in the air from his shower. Domestic in a way that almost doesnāt fit either of you, but somehow, it works.
āYou act like youāve never seen me before,ā you murmur, locking eyes with him in the mirror.
āEvery time feels like the first,ā he fires back without missing a beat, and you have to roll your eyes to mask how cute you think he is.
When you glance again at the mirror, Tojiās eyes are already there, fixed on you like youāre his favorite thing to see...you are.
You hum at his answer, dragging your finger along your face as if smoothing cream. āThatās poetic for a guy who doesnāt even use conditioner.ā
His brows shoot up. āThe hell does that have to do with this?ā
āYouāre watching me likeĀ thisāāyou gesture vaguely, still facing the mirror, preoccupied with patting in your serumāālike Iām some grand vision, but you canāt even be bothered to treat your hair and skin with the respect it deserves.ā
He huffs a laugh, arms folding behind his head. āSo now my split ends are ruining the romance?ā
āYes,ā you say, flat and immediate, but your smirk betrays you.
The bed creaks behind you as he shifts, and you donāt even need to glance up to know heās grinning. āAlright then, princess. You gonna do it for me? Sit me down and lather me up like a fancy spa client?ā
You finally twist around in your chair, crossing your arms with mock severity. āDonāt tempt me. Youād cry the second I get to comb through your hair.ā
āReally?ā He leans on his elbow now, chin propped up, eyes gleaming with challenge. āBet Iād sit through the whole damn thing just to watch you fuss over me.ā
Itās ridiculous how easily he flips it back on you, how every joke turns into a thread of tenderness pulled taut between you. You toss the lid of your cream at himāit bounces harmlessly off his chestāand roll your eyes.
āHopeless,ā you murmur, turning back to the mirror, though the warmth in your smile gives you away.
āMm,ā he agrees, stretching out again, voice dropping into that low rumble that settles. āHopelessly yours.ā
You let his words hang, smug in the silence they left behind, before setting the cream back on your vanity. āIf youāre going to stare that hard, you might as well make yourself useful.ā
He quirks a brow in the mirror, slow grin still curling. āUseful, huh? Thought I was already doinā my part, sittinā here lookinā pretty for you.ā
You roll your eyes, then crook your finger. āCāmere, tough guy.ā
Toji pushes off the bed with a groan thatās more dramatic than real, padding over until heās towering behind your chair. You pat the space in front of you. āSit.ā
He snorts. āYou talk to me like Iām one of your little pets.ā But he does it anyway, dropping to the floor with a heavy thud, legs sprawled loose.
You spin the chair just enough so heās framed between your knees, and before he can ask, your hands are already slipping into his damp hair.
Toji goes unnervingly still.
You rake your nails lightly along his scalp, working in small circles, and his shoulders twitch. āThe hellā?ā His voice is rough, but thereās a waver there you catch instantly.
āYouāre tender-headed?ā you gasp, delighted. āOh my god.Ā You? My big bad mercenary?ā
āShut it,ā he mutters, glaring at your vanity like itās betrayed him. āDidnāt say stop, though.ā
You laugh, soft and wicked, slowing your motions as he melts back against your knees. Heās still grumbling under his breath as you rake your fingers through the strands. Every few seconds, a sigh escapesālow and almost embarrassed.
āYouāre so cute,ā you tease, massaging just behind his ears now, āacting like this is torture when youāre purring.ā
He tips his head back to look at you, eyes half-lidded, mouth twitching between a retort and surrender. āItās like you want me back in bed with you.ā
You smirk, thumbs pressing into the base of his skull until his eyes flutter shut again. āMm, sure. Right after I finish spoiling you.ā
And if he wasnāt the dangerous, terrifying Toji Fushiguro who looked like he could fall asleep there, hands brushing your thighs, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. You couldāve sworn he was a different person.
a/n: This was so cute :3 I actually love writing Toji wtf. Also, idk if it's Tumblr or Notion, but for some reason, when I italicize it changes when I copy my work onto Tumblr and adds asterisks, but only after I post it sometimes?? I swear Tumblr enjoys seeing me crash out at my laptop when I see a random error after someone's already reblogged.
| cw: nsfw (sexually explicit content), mdni 18+, angst turned nsfw, themes of exhibitionism, semi-public sex, possessiveness, power dynamics, explicit language, dom gn! reader, sub! bakugou, ooc bakugou, aggressive affection, overstimulation, begging, handjob (I keep writing these??), proofread
| teaser: bakugouās got a big mouth; always has, always will. but today he really decided to test you to back up your own words, he forgets one crucial detail: you donāt bluff. so now heās pressed against the nearest wall, face hot, voice breaking between curses and pleas while you make him eat every last bit of his ego. semi-public, reckless, and loud enough that heāll never live it down if anyone walks in, exactly how he wants it.
| wc: 2.5k
The sharp slap of Bakugouās palms echoes through the gym. He paces like a caged animal, sweat dripping down his temple, chest heaving from exertion.
Youāve watched him push past his limit for an hour, gritting your teeth every time he nearly stumbles but refuses to stop.
āEnough.ā
He ignores you, blasting through another drill with a guttural roar.
āKatsuki.ā Your voice cuts through the air like a whip. āYouāre doing it again.ā
That finally makes him stop. He whirls around, scowl carved deep into his face. āDoingĀ what?!Ā Training? Pushing myself? Thatās what makes me better than the rest of these extras!ā
You cross your arms. āThatās whatās going to break you.ā
āTch. Donāt give me that weak-ass shit. You wouldnāt understandāā
āOh, I understand just fine.ā Your tone is flat, cutting. āYou think being a hero is about proving youāre stronger than everyone else. About being number one. But newsflash, Bakugouāa hurt civilian doesnāt care what rank you are. They care if you save them.ā
His scowl falters, but only for a second. āShut the hell up.ā
āDonāt talk to me like that. If youāre so damn worried about how the media sees you,ā you press, stepping closer, āthen maybe you picked the wrong career. You shouldāve been a model. Or a celebrity. Hell, theyād love to see you on the Vogue 100.ā
That one lands. You see it in the way his jaw clenches, the way his chest stutters on the next breath. His pride is wounded, ego cracked right where it hurts mostābecause youāre not wrong.
āYouāā his voice catches, a little raw, āyou donāt get it. IĀ haveĀ to be on top.ā
You tilt your head, eyes narrowing. āDo you? Or do you just not know who you are if you arenāt winning?ā
He flinches like you slapped him. For a moment, the fire in his eyes wavers, revealing something more vulnerable underneath: desperation, fear, and something achingly close to need.
He steps toward you, close enough that the heat rolling off him makes the air feel heavy. His glare is back, but itās shaky now, wavering.
āIf you think Iām wrong, then prove it. Right here. Show me I donāt have to be number one.ā
Your lips curve into a slow smile. āYou want me to put you in your place that badly?ā
His fists twitch at his sides, sparks sputtering half-heartedly from his palms. He bristles, scoffing through his teeth.
āLike you evenĀ could.ā
But thereās no bite behind it. The words wobble, sharp on the outside but soft underneath, like heās daring you, testing if youāll follow through.
You step into his space, close enough that your breath ghosts his jaw, and the way his throat bobs tells you everything.
āCareful, Katsuki,ā you murmur, fingers brushing the hem of his shirt. āYou sound like youāre begging for me to prove it.ā
He grinds his teeth, face flushing dark. āDonāt play with me.ā
He doesnāt move when you push him backāshoulders thumping against the training mat wall. He huffs, snarling, but you catch the flicker in his eyes when your hand closes around his wrist and slams it up beside his head. The other follows easily; sparks crackle and then sputter out.
āPathetic,ā you breathe against his ear. āAll bark until someone actually has you.ā
His hips jerk forward at that, traitorous and needy.
āTchāfuck you,ā he snaps, voice low, ragged.
āOf course,ā you purr, moving your thigh between his legs just enough to make his breath stutter. āIāll be doing that.ā
The sound that breaks from him is half-snarl, half-moan. His head tips back against the padded wall, eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling fast.
āYou hate it, donāt you?ā you taunt, grinding your thigh again. āNot being on top. Not being in control.ā
āShut upāā he gasps, hips moving without his permission, chasing friction like a starved thing.
āYou donāt need to be number one with me, Katsuki,ā you whisper against his mouth, nails digging lightly into his wrists. āI want you just like this. Needy. Desperate.ā
His eyes fly open, wide and wrecked, and the last of his resistance cracks clean through. He growls, the sound breaking halfway, and groans your name like itās been ripped out of him.
And when you finally slide your hand down, feeling over his toned abdomen, lightly pressing into each dip and crevice. You continue to move down, palming him through his shorts, his entire body jolting. He tries to grind forward, but your grip is firm, holding his waist to the wall; just enough to make him whine in frustration.
āYouāll learn,ā you hum, lips curling. āYou donāt have to be number one to be wanted*.*ā
His response is a ragged, breathless curse. A shuddering moan that betrays just how badly heās already unraveling under you.
Your grip on his waist softens just slightly, though you keep him pinned, your body still pressing him into the wall. His chest heaves, eyes blown wide, waiting for the next hit of mockery, the next cruel push.
Instead, your voice drops low and warm, like syrup.
āIs this what you wanted, Katsuki?ā you ask, brushing your nose against his cheek. āWanted me to take care of you?ā
He sucks in a breath and jerks under you like the words physically hit him. āTheāfuck? No, I didnātāā
You shush him gently, pressing your lips to his temple. āYouāre working too hard, baby. You donāt need to fight me. Let me do the work, hm?ā
His whole body stiffens. Itās so foreign, soĀ wrongāthis thick affection pouring into him where he expected claws. As nice as you were, no one was ever thisā¦sweetĀ with him. He tries to twist his head away, cheeks flaming. āDonātādonāt fucking baby me.ā
But his hips twitch forward, betraying him.
You smile against his skin, it was almost off-putting. āMy strong boy,ā you coo, releasing his waist just to cradle his face in your palms. āAlways pushing himself, always proving himself. You donāt have to right now.ā
Your hand still caressed him under his shorts; gentle, sweet touches he wanted more of. His breath catches, throat working furiously as if he wants to spit fire back at you, but nothing comes. His hands hover uselessly, unsure whether to shove you off or grab on.
āTell me, Katsuki.ā You stroke your thumb over his flushed cheekbone. āDo you want me to be gentle with you? Want me to be sweet?ā
His lips part, trembling with the effort of denying it. āIātch, fuckāā He growls in frustration, but it cracks halfway, warping into a ragged whimper. ā...Y-yeah.ā
The admission sounds like itās been ripped from his soul, but the way his body shudders against you says itās the truth.
Your smile only grows softer, unbearably tender now. You lean in, kiss the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, feather-light. āGood boy. Thatās all you had to say.ā
He makes a strangled noise, somewhere between anger and surrender, and clutches at your shirt like heās drowning.
āShh,ā you soothe, slipping your hand down further to palm him thoroughly, slow and steady. āIāll take care of you. You donāt need to be number one with me.ā
He squeezes his eyes shut, the praise cutting deeper than any degradation ever could. His hips buck helplessly into your hand, breath coming in broken gasps as he unravels under the sweetness he thought heād never wantāsweetness thatās undoing him faster than anything else ever has.
Your hand works on him, steady strokes that have him shivering against the wall, torn between rutting forward and trying to hold himself back.
āRelax,ā you murmur, peppering kisses along his jaw, down to the hollow of his throat. āYou donāt have to fight me, Katsuki. Just let me make you feel good.ā
āShutāfuck, shut up,ā he growls, voice cracking around the edges. His head thumps back against the wall, and he squeezes his eyes shut like thatāll help keep him together.
You smile, maddeningly soft. āSo cute when you try to act tough. But I can feel how badly you want it, baby.ā
Your thumb teases over the damp spot spreading in his boxers, and he jerks like a live wire, a helpless gasp breaking past his teeth.
āDonāt hide from me,ā you whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. āI want all of you. Every messy little sound and shiver. Youāre perfect like this.ā
His whole body joltsālike the words are more shocking than your touch. His hips buck forward in a ragged thrust, grinding against your palm like he canāt stop himself. āFuckāfuck, donātādonāt say shit like thatāā
āBut itās true.ā You move your hand up to pull the waistband of his shorts and boxers down a bit. You can feel his gaze flickering between you and your hand as you pull him out, wrapping your fingers around him properly. His strangled moan nearly undoes you. āSo hard for me already. My beautiful boy.ā
āN-noāahhā!ā His voice cracks, knees wobbling. He claws at your shirt like heās hanging on for dear life, body jerking helplessly into your grip.
āBreathe, sweetheart. Thatās it.ā You stroke him slowly, deliberately, kissing his flushed face over and over, drowning him in affection. āYou donāt need to prove anything. Not to me. Youāre enough. Youāre always enough.ā
He breaks with a guttural groan, rutting shamelessly into your hand, hot and frantic. You keep that same steady pace, your free hand combing gently through his sweaty hair. Your thumb grazes over his tip, and you can feel the wetness spread over him.
āThatās my boy,ā you coo when his hips stutter. āSo good for me. Let go. Iāve got you.ā
His breath hitches, caught between a snarl and a sob. āIāI canātāfuckāā
āYes, you can,ā you murmur, lips against his ear. āYou wanna cum for me, Katsuki. Show me how good you can be when you stop fighting.ā
The sound he makes when he finally falls apart is wrecked, a small cry as his body seizes in your hands. He spills across your palm and his shorts, his thighs trembling violently as he slumps against you, gasping raggedly.
But you donāt stop.
He flinches, whining as your hand keeps moving, coaxing more out of him. āN-noāshitātoo muchāā
āShh,ā you croon, kissing the corner of his mouth as he writhes. āI know. You can take it. Youāre so strong, baby. So good for me.ā
Every word makes him buck and whimper harder, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. He tries to twist away, but your body pins him in place, and the gentle stroke of your hand keeps him teetering on the edge.
āPleaseāfuckāplease, I canātāā
āYes, you can,ā you whisper sweetly, almost sickeningly tender. āGive me one more. Just one more for me, love. Youāre perfect when you come apart in my hands.ā
And he doesāhelplessly, violently, spilling over again with a raw cry, his body shaking so hard you have to hold him up. He buries his face in your neck, sobbing out your name, clinging like youāre the only thing keeping him tethered.
You soothe him through it, stroking his hair, murmuring soft praise into his ear while his body trembles. āThatās it. My sweet boy. You did so good for me. So perfect.ā
When itās finally over, he slumps against you, still hiccupping soft curses into your collar, but his grip on you never loosens. You kiss his temple, rocking him gently, holding him like heās fragile glass.
āYou see now?ā you whisper, brushing your lips over his damp hair. āYou donāt need to be number one with me. You can just be mine.ā
The only response you get is a shaky, muffled growl that sounds suspiciously likeĀ āshut upāābut the way he clings to you, trembling and weak, tells you everything he canāt say out loud.
You half-carry him to the bathroom tucked off the gym, his legs still a little shaky, his weight sagging against your shoulder.
He keeps grumbling under his breath, something about how he ādoesnāt need your damn help,ā but he doesnāt actually pull away. His hands clutch your shirt like heās afraid youāll let him go.
The bathroomās quiet, lit by a soft overhead light. You sit him down on the closed lid of the toilet and grab a towel, wetting it with warm water.
āStay,ā you murmur.
He scoffs. āIām not a fucking dog.ā
But he stays.
When you kneel in front of him and start gently wiping the mess from his thighs, he makes a choked sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine. He hides his face in his palm, ears burning red.
āDonātādonāt fucking look at me like that,ā he mutters.
āLike what?ā you tease softly, pressing a kiss to his knee. āLike youāre the most beautiful boy Iāve ever seen?ā
āF-fuckāā His voice cracks, and he drops his hand, glaring at you with watery, humiliated eyes.āYouāre actually sick.ā
You just smile, leaning up to press a slow kiss to his mouth. He freezes, but then sighs into it, lips trembling against yours.
When you pull back, you cradle his jaw. āYouāre gonna be the best hero, Katsuki. Not because you break yourself trying harder than everyone else, but because you already have it in you. You donāt need to prove anything.ā
His chest heaves. For once, he doesnāt argue. His voice is low, rough when he finally speaks.
āā¦ām sorry. For what I said. Forābeing a dick.ā
You stroke your thumb across his cheek. āYouāre always a dick. But I know you donāt mean it.ā
He huffs, eyes darting away, then back to you. āā¦ām really sorry. For being soā¦ aggressive. I justāā He swallows hard, face twisting. āI didnāt wanna hear it. But you were right.ā
Your heart squeezes. You kiss him again, softer this time, lingering. āThank you for saying that.ā
When you pull away, you finish cleaning him up, wiping him down with gentle care. He sits in silence, watching you, cheeks still flushed, but his hands reach out and hook weakly around your wrist like he doesnāt want you to stop touching him.
By the time youāre done, heās leaning into you, forehead pressed against your shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
āā¦Donāt tell anyone,ā he mutters against your shirt. āDonāt tell anyone I let youā¦ yāknow. Baby me.ā
You grin, threading your fingers through his messy hair. āOf course not. Thatās just for us.ā
And for once, Katsuki Bakugou doesnāt have a single thing left to argue. He just stays there, clinging to you, letting himself be held.
a/n: I honestly need to stop writing for mha and write for some of the other fandoms I have on my masterlist, but I just can't help myself :///
| a/n: This was for the one person who said I needed to write something else on the poll that I made private, like three hours in. I actually had too much fun writing this like guys, I think I might have to write another :D
| wc: 1.7k
Itās well past dinner when you finally find a quiet moment with Levi. Youād waited all weekādodging Mammonās flirty texts, politely declining Satanās book club, and even rescheduling a whole spa day with Asmo just to make space for him. He, the only one of the brothers who still found a way to keep his distanceĀ even after the pact was sealed.
The house was buzzing with the usual chaos, but somehow, Leviās room felt like its own little pocket of calm. You stepped inside quietly, spotting him sitting cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with the wires on his retro console setup, hoodie sleeves pushed up to the elbows. His room glowed an ambient purple, the neon signs buzzing faintly. Youād said hello at the door. He hadnāt even turned around.
"Hey," you try again, softer, stepping over plushies and unopened game boxes to sit near him. āThought we could finally finish that co-op game you made me download three weeks ago.ā
Levi freezes. Visibly. The controller in his hand clenches with a quietĀ click.
āY-You mean...Ā now?Ā Like, right now?ā
You blink. āYeah. Isnāt that what we planned?ā
He finally looks at you, cheeks already turning red like heās overheating from the inside out. āIāuhāI forgot! Henry 2.0ās feeding cycle is syncing with the demon moon phase tonight and IĀ reallyĀ canāt miss that or he might molt early andāā
You narrow your eyes. āLevi.ā
He flinches at your tone.
"Youāve bailed the last three times,ā you say, gentle but direct. āEvery time I think weāre finally getting time alone, you rememberĀ someĀ emergency.ā
His mouth opens. No words come out.
You sigh and lean in just a little, resting your elbows on your knees. āYouāre not mad at me, are you?ā
āW-What?! No! Never! Iād never be mad at you, youāre literallyāliterallyāthe only person I can stand to be around for longer than ten minutes without wanting to phase into a wall andĀ youāre asking me if Iām madāā He stops. Swallows.
"Then why are you always running?" You ask, voice quiet. āDid I do something wrong?ā
His eyes dart away from yours. He mumbles something. You lean closer.
āWhat was that?ā
āI said IāI canāt handle it,Ā okay?!ā
Your eyebrows lift.
āYouāre alwaysāposting things.ā His voice gets higher, a frantic spiral. āOn Devilgram. In that tight outfit. With that smirk. OrāOrĀ when you wear my Ruri-chan hoodie and tag me in your stories like itās no big dealādo you know what thatĀ doesĀ to me?!ā
Your lips part in surprise.
āI try to act normal! I try to talk to you like youāre just a normie friend but then you smile at me or sit closeāand I have toĀ go,Ā okay?! IĀ have to leaveĀ or else Iām gonna embarrass myself in real-time and youāll never look at me the same again!ā
A long pause. You blink.
āLevi,ā you say slowly, āare you seriously ditching me toāā
He groans, dropping his forehead into his hands. āYES. YES, I AM. IāM GOING TO MY BATHROOM AND THINKING ABOUT YOU, OKAY?! I CANāT STOP.ā
You cover your mouth, caught between laughter and disbelief.
āYou could just say you like me.ā
āIĀ canāt!Ā Iām already a gross degenerate demon-turned-freak with social anxiety and 400 terabytes of questionable downloadsāif you knew how bad it is, youād block me.ā
You reach over and tug his hood up over his head like a makeshift blanket. ā400? Iāyouāre ridiculous.ā
āAnd horny,ā he mumbles from under the hood.
āAlso that.ā
You nudge his shoulder. āWhat if I asked you to stay this time?ā
He doesnāt move.
You try again, voice lower: āLevi, IĀ wantĀ time with you. I donāt care if your brain short-circuits when I sit closeāI like making you short-circuit. But if you keep pushing me away, Iāll stop trying. I donāt want to, but I will.ā
He lifts the hood a little, just enough to peek at you with wide, wet eyes.
āIāll stay.ā
You smile. āGood.ā
Thereās a pause.
"...But only if you promise not to look at me like that."
You lean closer. "Like what?"
He whimpers.
āThe way you look at meā¦ you always look at me like that,ā Levi mutters, still hiding under the hood like a cursed NPC trying to glitch out of reality. āLike youĀ knowĀ Iāll fold. Like-like you think Iām easy.ā
You blink, amused. āAre you not?ā
He stiffens. āWhaāNo!Ā You think I donāt see it? The way you act with the others? Mammonās always all over you, Satan treats you like youāre a damn thesis, andĀ even LuciferĀ gives you that smug,Ā disgustingly composedĀ look like youāre his favorite sin.ā
You hum, leaning back just a little. Letting him spiral.
āAnd then thereāsĀ me.Ā The freak who canāt even sit next to you for ten minutes without getting a hard-on just from the way youĀ breathe.ā
You tilt your head. āSo whatās the problem? If youāre that desperate, why not let me take care of it?ā
He chokes.
He flounders.
āI mean,ā you say, voice syrupy, leaning in like youāre setting a trap and loving every second, āyou could just begged.ā
āIāI donātĀ beg.ā Weak. Unconvincing.
āOh?ā You tilt your head, brushing your fingers just barely over his knee, and the way his whole body tenses is almost funny. āBut you touch yourself like you need to, to regulate. Every picture I post, every offhand compliment, every time I wear your hoodiesā¦ how many times have you gotten off to that alone?ā
He makes a noise that sounds almost wounded. āThatāsĀ not fair*,*Ā you send meĀ thoseĀ picturesĀ and act like youāre not doing it on purposeā!ā
You smirk. āMaybe IĀ amĀ doing it on purpose.ā
He twitches like freshly carbonated soda. You lean forward again, right next to his ear.
āMaybe IĀ wantĀ to break you.ā
Heās like a dam cracking when the flood hits.
āFuck,ā he breathes, hips shifting like heās trying to find some kind of relief. āYou donāt get it, I alreadyĀ amĀ broken. You ruined me. Iāve got foldersāfoldersāof you. I named one āMC_MakesMeGoFerelDotPNG.ā Do you understand what thatĀ means?!ā
You raise a brow. āAnd yet, youāre still acting like you donāt want me to touch you.ā
āIāIĀ do.Ā I justā¦ I didnāt think youād ever wantĀ me.ā
You slide into his lap.
He freezes.
You cup his face, firm but not unkind, watching him unravel in real time. His pupils dilate. His thighs tremble beneath you. His hands hover, unsure if heās allowed to touch.
āYou made a pact with me, Levi. You think Iād waste my power on someone I didnātĀ want?ā
āButāā
āShh.ā You press your finger to his lips. āYouāve waited this long. Let me take care of it.ā
You feel the twitch of his cock through his sweats.Ā Desperate.Ā Heās leaking already.
āYou get that hard from my Devilgram stories, huh? Letās see how much worse it is in person.ā
He whines as your hand dips beneath his hoodie and finds his flushed skin, already hot and sticky from how much heās been thinking about this. You stroke him once through his clothes just to hear the noise he makes: a strangled, high-pitched gasp, like you just pulled the final thread of his sanity loose.
āFuck,Ā youāre so wet,ā you murmur, teasing. āOr maybe I should say soakedāLevi, this isĀ pathetic.ā
āIāI know!ā
āYouĀ likeĀ it.ā
He groans, back arching. āI likeĀ everything,Ā Iād let youĀ ruinĀ me, please, justāā
You tug his waistband down, and his cock bobs out, flushed and twitching and already leaking like heās been edging himself just by existing. You wrap your hand around it gently.
He moans like heās about to cry.
āYou're going to stay this time,ā you whisper, stroking him slow. āYouāre not going to run. Not this time.ā
āY-Yes,ā he pants. āI swearāIāll doĀ anything,Ā just donāt stopāā
You stroke him slow at first, just your hand around the base, dragging up slick with every pass. He twitches like itās too much alreadyālike heās at the end of something that never really had a beginning.
āF-Fuck,ā he chokes out, voice cracking. āYou donātāyou donāt get itāthis is alreadyānghāmore than I canāā
Your thumb brushes over the head of his cock, and heĀ gasps,Ā hips jerking up into your touch like he didnāt mean to. His hands fist into the sleeves of his hoodie, teeth clenched, knees shaking under you.
āOh, but IĀ doĀ get it,ā you murmur, dragging your hand slower nowāalmost mockingly slow. āYouāve been doing this without me for weeks, havenāt you? Getting off to pictures, videos, stupid little texts. So worked up you couldnāt even look me in the eye.ā
He whimpers, his cheeks are glowing red, pupils blown wide, mouth trembling like he wants to say somethingāapologize, confess, maybe even begābut his brain has already glitched out.
āIād be nice to you, Levi,ā you continue softly, stroking him a little faster now, giving him just enough friction to keep him spiraling. āYou wouldnāt have to sneak off to your bathroom and bite your hoodie so no one hears.ā
āI had to!ā he cries, squirming under you. āIf I didnāt I wouldāveāI wouldāve said something insane!Ā Told you to marry me, step on me, ruin me forever*,*Ā I dunnoāsomething weird!ā
You laugh softly and lean in close. āWeird doesnāt scare me.ā
His breath hitches.
āIĀ likeĀ how much you want me,ā you whisper, lips brushing his jaw now. āYouāre so fucking gone over me you canāt evenĀ function.Ā Thatās not weird. ThatāsĀ hot.ā
You squeeze your hand around his cock and stroke with a little more purpose. The slick sounds are obscene now, and heāsĀ throbbing,Ā his whole body on the edge of combustion.
He throws his head back against the pillow pile, one arm shielding his eyes like if he sees your face while you do this heāll really lose it. His hoodie rides up just enough to expose the soft skin of his stomachātwitching with every stroke, tense with every breath.
āI-Iām close,ā he pants, voice high and nearly panicked. āI-Iām gonna cum, please,Ā please donāt stop,Ā I canātāIĀ canātĀ stop itāā
āGood.ā You press your thumb under the head and tease him with a twist of your wrist that has him crying out. āI want to see how pretty you look when you fall apartĀ withĀ me watching.ā
āF-Fuckāā
You lean in, lips brushing his ear. āCum for me, Levi.ā
And just like that, heĀ does.
His back arches, a raw, desperate moan tearing from his throat as he spills over your handāhot, thick, twitching in your grip like heās been waitingĀ daysĀ for permission.
āGhhāhahāoh myĀ godāā
You stroke him through it, slow and steady, until heās trembling and hiccuping little sounds, totally undone. His legs shake. His chest heaves.
Heās beautiful in that totally wrecked, helpless wayāhair clinging to his forehead, lips parted, freckles flushed deep.
You wait a beat before withdrawing your hand, wiping it discreetly with a tissue you pluck from his desk. Then you settle beside him, resting your hand lightly on his chest.
His heartbeat isĀ racing.
āā¦You didnāt run,ā you murmur, voice soft now.
āIĀ couldnāt,ā he breathes, still trying to find the edges of his own body. āI think youādisabled me.ā
You smile. āThat a compliment?ā
āYes. And a cry for help.ā
You laugh, resting your head lightly on his shoulder. āYou okay?ā
Heās quiet for a long moment.
āā¦I thought you were just being nice.ā
āIĀ wasĀ being nice. Still am.ā
āNo, likeā¦ā He swallows. āI thought you were humoring me. I didnāt think you actuallyĀ wantedĀ me. Not like that.ā
You lift your head. āLevi. Iāve wanted you for weeks. Iāve triedĀ so hardĀ to get you to see that.ā
āI thought I was imagining it,ā he admits. āLike, projection-based delusion. Hallucination from chronic dehydration.ā
You snort. āLevi.ā
He looks at you finally, vulnerable andĀ soft,Ā like all the fear melted out of him with his orgasm. āā¦Do you really think Iām hot? Or is it just that you like how pathetic I am?ā
āWhy not both?ā you tease, but when his eyes flicker with doubt, you press a kiss to his cheek. āI think youāre hotĀ becauseĀ you want me so much. And that cute body of yours too.ā
He makes a sound like a dying modem. āThis is too much. Iām gonna crash.ā
āCrash on me then,ā you say, tugging his hoodie down gently and urging him to lie back. āYou did good.ā
āā¦Really?ā
āYeah.ā You kiss the corner of his mouth. āYou were honest. You let yourself accept me!ā
He blinks up at you like heās still processing that, then slowly reaches for your hand, tangling his fingers with yours.
His grip is gentle, nervous. But he doesnāt let go.
You brush your thumb over his knuckles. āNext time,ā you say, ādonāt wait until youāre about to combust. Just talk to me, okay?ā
āā¦Even if Iām being a gooner loser freak?ā
āEspeciallyĀ then,ā you say, smiling. āYouāre my gooner loser freak.ā
He buries his face in your shoulder. āYouāre lucky I already came or Iād have cum from that lineĀ alone.ā
You laugh, wrapping your arms around him and letting the silence stretch outāwarm, easy. Thereās nothing left for him to hide now. No fantasies to run off to. Youāre here. YouĀ seeĀ him.
And heās not going anywhere. At least not this time.
āWhat A Creepā¦āĀ Yandere! Illumi x gn! reader
| cw: nsfw content mdni, sub yan, dom reader, afab gn reader, obsessive behavior, light degradation and teasing, oral (reader receiving), possible scent kink, proofread
| a/n: This fic won first out of the four in the poll, so I hope those who wanted it enjoy! I also want to say that I likely will make a part two, because I never updated my Illumi series. No more cool character banners because I've used them all T-T
| wc: 2.25k
The door closed behind you with a click, your bag sliding off your shoulder, hitting the floor before you even noticed him. Your feet pattered as you walked towards your room, the door was fully open, and you could see him. Illumi was standing at your dresserātall, still, hands buried in the drawer where you kept your underwear. The big, scary assassin, bent over lace and silk like they were artifacts. YouĀ shouldāveĀ expected it.Ā YouādĀ caught him in your apartment before, fingers grazing the spines of your books, turning your rings over in his palm, once even folding your laundry. He never apologized. Never explained. Just stared at you like you were the one in his way.
But this was new.
He was touching your underwear like he was memorizing each piece. Thumb smoothing over the lace trim of one pair, then curling the fabric into his palm. His lips moved. Soft, shapeless murmurs youĀ couldnātĀ catch.
āā¦what a creep,āĀ you muttered under your breath.
His head turned slightly, just enough that you could see his profile, but his handsĀ didnātĀ leave the drawer.Ā āYouāreĀ early.ā
āThatāsĀ what you lead with?āĀ You walked closer, slow enough to watch him tense just a fraction; not fear, not shame, but that same unreadable joltĀ youādĀ seen before when you caught him doing something heĀ shouldnāt.Ā āYouāreĀ in my house. In my drawer. Touching myāāĀ You glanced down at the fabric in his hand.Ā āāfavorites, actually.ā
His gaze flicked up to yours.Ā āI know.ā
Of course he did. Your face scrunched slightly.
You stopped just a few feet away, tilting your head.Ā āSoā¦ You gonna explain, or am I supposed to guess whyĀ youāreĀ so interested in my panties?ā
For a second, he was silent.Ā āBecause they smell like you.āĀ His voice was low, calm, and far too straightforward.āBecauseĀ IāveĀ thought about you in them. Without them.āĀ His fingers stroked over the lace like it was skin.Ā āBecause whenĀ youāreĀ not here, this is the closest I can get to you.ā
āā¦careful,āĀ you cut in, smiling faintly as you closed the gap between you.Ā āYouāreĀ starting to sound pathetic.ā
He stared at you like the word did not weigh at all.Ā āIfĀ itāsĀ for you, IĀ donātĀ care.ā
You reached out, took the fabric from his hand, and set it back in the drawer. His fingers lingered against yours a little too long before falling to his sides.Ā āYouĀ couldāveĀ asked, you know,āĀ you said.
āIĀ didnātĀ thinkĀ youādĀ let me.ā
āMaybe IĀ wouldāve. Maybe IĀ wouldāveĀ made you work for it.āĀ You stepped in close enough that your chest brushed his.āYou like that,Ā donātĀ you?Ā I'mĀ making you earn it.ā
His eyes lowered to your mouth.Ā āYes.ā
That one word was enough for you to push him back against the dresser, your hand flat against his chest. HeĀ didnātĀ resist; if anything, he leaned into the pressure, head tilting slightly like he was offering himself up.
āTell me, Illumi,āĀ you said, letting your voice drop.Ā āWhat were you gonna do if IĀ hadnātĀ come home yet?ā
HisĀ AdamāsĀ apple bobbed.Ā āTouch myself.ā
You almost laughed.Ā āHere? In my room?ā
āYes.ā
The calm in his tone was almost obscene, and it only made your pulse kick harder. Your hand slid up to his throat. Not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the slow, steady beat under your palm.Ā āYou want my attention that bad?ā
āYes.āĀ This time, there was a tiny shift in his voice. Not exactly embarrassment, but something close. A sharper need like your presence had tilted the axis of his world.
āThenĀ youāreĀ going to earn it,āĀ you said, leaning in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear.Ā āHmm, how about on your knees?ā
The sound he madeĀ wasnātĀ loudāa small exhale, likeĀ youādĀ given him somethingĀ heādĀ been waiting for. He sank without hesitation, hands resting on your thighs, eyes locked upward with that same unwavering focus that always felt like a burn.
āYouāreĀ lucky, I thinkĀ youāreĀ cute even as a creep,āĀ you murmured, threading your fingers into his hair.Ā āOtherwise,Ā youādbe walking out that door.ā
HeĀ didnātĀ blink.Ā āIādĀ come back.ā
āIĀ know.āĀ You pushed his head forward, closer to the top of your waistbandāhis big, black eyes like saucers that reflected all his emotions. You could see how much he wanted this. How much he wantedĀ you.
āWhat were you thinking while digging through my drawer?āĀ you muttered, finger dragging along the underside of his jaw.
His lips parted.Ā āThat I wanted you to come home and find me.ā
You hummed.Ā āReally?Ā ThatāsĀ it?ā
āHopedĀ youādĀ be angry,āĀ he continued, voice low,Ā ābut thatĀ youādĀ still keep me here. That maybeĀ youādā¦Ā make me stay on my knees.āĀ His breath warmed against your skin.Ā āThatĀ youādĀ let me have what I want if I behaved.ā
Your mouth curved in a small, sharp smile.Ā āAnd what is it you want, Illumi?ā
His eyes dropped to your waistband.Ā āTo taste you.ā
You pressed your thumb against his chin, tilting his head up until those black eyes locked with yours again.Ā āYou want to put that mouth to use,Ā youāreĀ going to follow every word I say. No rushing, no playing on your time. Understood?ā
āYes.āĀ His answer was immediate, like the word hadĀ been loadedĀ in his throat for days.
Your fingers slid into his hair, feeling the fine, dark strands slip through your grip, and you tugged him forward until his lips brushed the fabric of your clothes. He exhaled likeĀ youādĀ handed him air after a long drought.
āRight here,āĀ you ordered, pressing his face lightly against you.Ā āBreathe me in. This is whatĀ youāveĀ been chasing,Ā isnātit?ā
He obeyed without hesitation, inhaling deeply, the bridge of his nose nudging against you. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you could feel the tremor in his hands where they rested against your thighs.
āThatāsĀ cute,āĀ you murmured, stroking the back of his head.Ā āSilly little obsession of yours finally paying off for you.ā
Your other hand drifted down, hooking into your waistband.Ā āNow,āĀ you said, pulling the fabric down just enough to expose yourself toĀ him,Ā āyou can show me how badlyĀ youāveĀ been wanting this.ā
HeĀ didnātĀ lungeānot without your voiceābut you could see the restraint shaking at the edges, his gaze fixed and dark, jaw tense like he was holding himself back from devouring you whole.
āGo ahead,āĀ you ordered.
And he did, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to your thigh like every second was a prayer to you. His mouth lingered there, warm and unhurried, before sliding lower. Another kiss, then another, each one a little closer to where you wanted him, like he was worshiping his way toward permission.
Your fingers threaded tighter into his hair.Ā āI said, go ahead, Illumi. Or are you just trying to see how longĀ IāllĀ let you drag this out?ā
His gaze flicked up at you, something in it breakingālike the leashĀ youādĀ wrapped around him had finally been yanked taut. He shifted in closer, his breath hot against you, and then his tongue slid out in one slow, deliberate stroke over your folds.
The sound he made was obsceneālow, almost like a groan, but caught in his throat like heĀ didnātĀ knowĀ heādĀ let it escape. He mouthed at you immediately after, like heĀ couldnātĀ stand to waste even a second, his hands sliding up to grip your hips in a possessive, almost desperate hold.
āThatāsĀ it,āĀ you murmured, keeping your grip in his hair firm so heĀ couldnātĀ pull away even if he wanted to.Ā āYouāveĀ been thinking about this for weeks,Ā havenātĀ you?ā
He nodded against you, not daring to stop his tongue. You could feel how single-minded he was in every movement. How every flick and pressĀ was fueledĀ by the obsessive focus that made him so dangerous to everyone else, but here, right now, made him yours to use.
āSay it,āĀ you demanded.
His groan was muffledĀ against you, but his words were clear.Ā āEvery night.āĀ A pause only to drag his tongue against you again.Ā āEvery time I close my eyes.ā
You let out a low laugh, pushing his head forward so he was buried deeper.Ā āThenĀ youādĀ better make it worth my time.ā
Something about the way you said it must have snapped whatever thin thread of patienceĀ heādĀ been clinging toābecause the next second, he was truly devouring you. No hesitation, just wet, eager sounds and the heat from his mouth moving like he was trying to memorize your taste.
Your knees nearly buckled, but you kept him exactly where you wanted him, guiding the pace with the pressure of your grip in his hair. He let you, his entire body locked into obedience, even as he worked you over with raw hunger. Every so often,Ā heādĀ pull back just enough to press another reverent kiss before falling in again.
When your thighs tensed on his head, you felt him exhale hard through his noseāalmost likeĀ heādĀ been waiting for that sign. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder. Holding you closer as if to make sure youĀ couldnātĀ back away from him.
The new angle let him press in deeper, his tongue curling against you in a way that sent heat racing up your spine. You bit down a gasp, fingers tightening in his hair until you knew it had to sting, but Illumi only moaned into you, like your grip was another form of praise.
āGreedy little thing,āĀ you muttered, letting your hips roll just slightly against his mouth.Ā āYouāreĀ not even trying to hide how much you want this.ā
His only answer was the wet, eager sound of him sucking against you, his mouth sealing over your clit and working it with slow, devastating precision. Your breath hitched despite yourself, and you felt his grip on your thigh tighten likeĀ heādheard exactly what he wanted.
āThatāsĀ it,āĀ you hissed, pushing his head down untilĀ his nose was buriedĀ against you.Ā āDonātĀ try to stop until I say so.ā
He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue and lips working in perfect, desperate rhythm. You could feel the way his breathing quickened, not from exertion but from sheer fixation. Every flick, every press, like he was trying to pull you apart piece by piece so that he could put you back together himself.
The heat in your stomach coiled tighter, and your fingers curled hard into his hair.Ā āYouāreĀ gonna make me come, Illumi.Ā That'sĀ whatĀ youāveĀ been wishing for?ā
He groaned against you, the vibration shooting straight through you. YouĀ didnātĀ need him to speak to know the answerāhis mouth was already moving with renewed urgency, his head tilting just enough to angle his tongue perfectly against you.
Your breathing grew shallow, the pressure inside winding dangerously tight. You tried to keep control, to stay in that steady, commanding tone, butĀ hisĀ mouth was relentless, andĀ heĀ was looking up at you with those huge, black eyes, like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.
āFuck,Ā donāt-āĀ you gasped, hips twitching forward involuntarily.
The wave hit hard and fast, your back arching as you came against his mouth. Your thigh tightened over his shoulder, holding him there as he kept licking, slower now, drawing it out like he wanted to taste every last second of it.
You eased your grip in his hair, letting him breathe, but heĀ didnātĀ move awayājust pressed one more slow, reverent kiss to you before finally pulling back. His mouth was wet, his breathing a little heavier, but his expression was the same unreadable maskā¦Ā except for the faintest curve at the corner of his lips.
āNow you know,āĀ he said quietly.Ā āExactly whatĀ IāveĀ been thinking about.ā
You smirked down at him, laughing lightly, brushing his hair back from his face.Ā āYouāreĀ still a creep.ā
āYes.āĀ His voiceĀ didnātĀ waver.Ā āFor you.ā
You slowly catch your breath, fingers lazily threading through his dark hair as he kneels beneath you like he belongs there, because honestly? He does. The way he looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and completely focused,Ā itāsĀ likeĀ youārethe only thing grounding him to reality.Ā āDonātĀ think this means you get off easy,āĀ you say with a teasing smirk, running your hand down his jaw. HisĀ skināsĀ still warm from your touch, and you can feel the slight tremble beneath your palm. The kindĀ thatāsĀ equal parts surrender and something deeper, more fierce.
IllumiāsĀ voice is low, barely a whisper.Ā āIĀ donātĀ want easy.āĀ His eyes flicker with something almostā¦Ā vulnerable.Ā āI want you. All of you.ā
You hum, liking the weight of his words. You press a soft kiss to his temple, careful but deliberate, making sure he knowsĀ you'reĀ there always.
He leans into it, resting his head against your chest now, fingers curling around your wrist as if anchoring himself to you.Ā ThereāsĀ a quiet in the room, a stillness after the storm, and you let it stretch outāno rush, no words, just the two of you existing in the afterglow.
āPromise meĀ youāllĀ behave,āĀ you murmur, voice low and rough with satisfaction.
IllumiāsĀ smile is small but genuineāsomething rare for him.Ā āIāllĀ do my best.ā
You laugh softly, tightening your hold around him just a bit.Ā āGood.ā
| cw: FLUFF, maybe a little sappy but he really just loves you, sfw, like one use of y/n, gender neutral reader
| a/n: good morning guys. I literally love writing for adult bakugou, he's such a cutie. also, I have two posts for today, so come back later for another. I'm cranking these short fics out in a few days!!
| wc: 1.1k
I truly believe that in any successful (hetero) relationship, the man loves the woman tenfold. AndĀ that'sĀ not to say that the womanĀ doesnātĀ love the man, because obviously they do (if theyĀ didn't, their relationship would never work out). But he is utterly obsessed with her, no matter what they do.
And I hate to be that person who always writes about the same guy, but this is Bakugou >.< to a T in adulthood. You guys met and got together in college;Ā heāsĀ a lot chillier than he was in high school. And when it comes to you,Ā there'sĀ never a moment when the thought of youĀ doesnātĀ cross his mind.
ā”
And I mean, Katsuki Bakugou is a simple man.
He wakes up, brushes his teeth, goes to work, and you stay on his mind.
ItāsĀ not even intentional anymore.Ā ItāsĀ as if his neurons rearranged themselves sometime after college, and now every other synapse is just you. Like that show you put on while doing an assignment but end up being interested in,Ā youārealways running ā your voice, your laugh, that ridiculous lopsided grin you wear whenĀ you'reĀ happy, the raspberry muffins you make whenĀ you'reĀ restless. Sometimes he thinks about those too long and ends up zoning out during briefings.
Like today.
ā”
"Yo, earth to Bakugouā"
He blinks.Ā Kirishima'sĀ hand is waving in front of his face.
"The hell do you want?"Ā Bakugou snaps, butĀ it'sĀ too lazy to hold any real venom.
"You'veĀ been smiling at the table for like five minutes straight. You good?"
Kaminari snorts, mouth half-full of noodles.Ā āBetĀ heāsĀ thinkināĀ about Y/N again.ā
KatsukiĀ doesnātĀ deny it. Just leans back in his chair and shrugs, a smug little tilt to his mouth.Ā āYāknowĀ they hum whenĀ theyāreĀ bakinā? Like real soft.Ā DidnātĀ notice it until the other day, but now IĀ canātĀ stopĀ hearināĀ it.ā
"Thatāsā¦ weirdly cute,"Ā Denki muttered.
Bakugou nods like, yeah, obviously.Ā HeāsĀ already gone again, eyes unfocused, his food getting colder by the minute.āSometimes theyĀ donātĀ even eat the muffins. Just leaveĀ āemĀ out for me.ā
āYou eatĀ soĀ well,āĀ Kirishima replied with a mouth full of food.
Bakugou just shrugs again. HeĀ doesn'tĀ bring you up to show off. It just happens. Like blinking. Like breathing. Like loving you.
ā”
He gets home late that night. His shoulders are aching, his knees are killing him, but the lights are on and the smell hits him the secondĀ heāsĀ inside ā raspberries and lemon, warm and soft. His keys jingle into the bowl by the door.
YouāreĀ sitting on the couch in an old shirt of his, legs folded beneath you, book cracked open in your lap. YouĀ donātĀ even look up as you speak.
āIĀ left some on the counter. Thought you might want one.ā
His heart aches. How theĀ fuckĀ does it still ache?
You finally look up andĀ heāsĀ justĀ there, standing in the doorway like an idiot, staring at you likeĀ heāsĀ been away for a month.Ā YouāreĀ about to ask himĀ whatāsĀ wrong, but then he says it.
āIĀ love you.ā
You blink.Ā ā...I love you too?ā
āNo, likeāfuck,āĀ he rubs a hand down his face, a little pink creeping up his ears,Ā ālike, IĀ reallyĀ love you. YouĀ donātĀ even gotta doĀ nothināāyou could sit there for the rest of your life andĀ IādĀ still want to kiss you everyĀ fuckināĀ day.ā
You laugh, setting the book aside.Ā āWell,Ā arenātĀ you the sweetest!ā
āIĀ am.āĀ The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as his eyes traced you.
You open your arms and he comes easily, dropping his weight onto the couch with a groan, folding into your body likeĀ heāsĀ needed this all day. He presses his face into your neck, breathes you in, and murmursā
āWhatcha reading?ā
You grin, brushing his hair back.Ā āThat author I was telling you about. You wanna hear something?ā
āAlways.ā
You start reading aloud, and he closes his eyes. He fully gets part of it, but your voice is calm and warm and animated, and it fills him with something sacred.
HeāllĀ definitely pick up the book later. Quietly, secretly. He wants to know what you love. He wants to speak the same language your heart does.
āSo,āĀ you say casually putting the book down,Ā āwhatādĀ you do today?ā
He shrugs.Ā āPatrol. Paperwork. Lunch with the guys.ā
You grin.Ā āDid you bring me up again?ā
āā¦No.ā
āKatsuki.ā
He looks away with that slight blush creeping up his cheeks.
You lean into his shoulder, playful.Ā āWhat did you say?ā
He groans, butĀ youāreĀ already giggling.
āKiri wasĀ talkināĀ about meal prepping, and I zoned off and said you made muffins when you were bored. WhichĀ isĀ cute. And true. And everyone agrees with me.ā
You nudge him again, this time with your foot.Ā āYouāveĀ got them all trained.ā
āDamn right I do.ā
You hum, quietly, resting your head against his bicep.
He smells like smoke and clean laundry. HisĀ hoodieāsĀ soft, sleeves pushed to his elbows. The arm wrapped around your back rubs in gentle circles as you both settle into the silence.
He murmurs,Ā āI listened to that album, by the way.ā
You tilt your head up.Ā āWait,Ā what?ā
āThat one you wereĀ talkināĀ about the other day. I pulled it up while I wasĀ cleaninā. Played it twice.ā
Your face lights up, and you raise an eyebrow.Ā āTwice?ā
āYeah,āĀ he grunts, likeĀ itāsĀ no big deal.Ā āThat last trackāthe one with the whispers under itāwasĀ kinda good.ā
You practically melt against him.Ā āGod,Ā youāreĀ soāā
āWhat?ā
You bite your lip, grinning.Ā āYou justĀ canātĀ get enough of me, huh?ā
His throat works,Ā AdamāsĀ apple bobbing as he tries to find something to say.
ButĀ heāsĀ not good at this. Never has been. Never needs to be. Because you already know.
He presses a kiss to your hairline and tugs you into his chest.
You stay like that for a while. Lights dim, cat curled up nearby. You end up in his lap without even realizing itāyour arms looped loosely around his neck. The muffins are cool by now. ButĀ youāreĀ warm.Ā HeāsĀ warm.
And Katsuki Bakugou, who once thought he needed the world, now knows he only wantsĀ you.
Every moment, every breath, every little joy. He wants to soak them in like sunlight. As long as you keep him near you to experience life.
| a/n: hi everyoneā¦hehe its been a minute :/ but Iām here !! I was supposed to post this months ago, so apologies for that, but Iāve locked in and my notion is filled with fics for days! anyways, enjoy this. I realized I donāt have many fics for other characters besides the ones I wrote during ficmas. anyways come back and check the masterlist soon!
YouĀ werenātĀ ignoring him on purpose. You were just busy. Really busy. LikeĀ finals week, five-lectures-behind, two-studies-away-from-snappingĀ busy.
Unfortunately, DenkiĀ doesnātĀ believe in academic emergencies.
Especially not whenĀ heāsĀ the one going through withdrawal.
Three daysāthree painfully long daysāof you glued to your textbooks and barely sparing him a glance. No good morning kisses. No cuddles between classes. Barely a text. You were in study mode, and nothing could pull you out of it.
ā¦Until now.
āBaaaabeā¦ā
You blink. The wordĀ is whinedĀ so dramatically,Ā youāreĀ sureĀ heĀ mustāveĀ stubbed a toe or something. But when you look up, you find Denki standing in the doorway of your room with that telltale pout on his lips and his hoodie sleeves tugged over his hands.
āYouāveĀ been ignoring me,āĀ he says, already halfway to your desk, dragging his socked feet like it physically hurts to move without being attached to your side.Ā āYouĀ havenātĀ touched me inĀ three days.Ā ThatāsĀ seventy-two hours.Ā Thatāslikeā¦Ā four thousand minutes,Ā babe.ā
āMore like forty-three hundred,āĀ you mutter, eyes flicking back to your notebook.
āDonātĀ do math on me right now,āĀ he groans.Ā āYouāreĀ literally gonna turn into a calculator. Please, just touch me. Look at me.Ā Something.Ā IāmĀ losing my mind.ā
You hum distractedly, trying to reread the same sentence for the fifth time, butĀ itāsĀ hard when Denki suddenly drops to his knees beside your chair.
āDenki.ā
āHmm?ā
āYouĀ donātĀ need to be on the floor.ā
āYes, I do.Ā YouāreĀ up there ignoring me like a cruel, heartless woman who forgot her loyal, loving boyfriend exists,āĀ he says, theatrically flopping his head onto your thigh.Ā āThis is where I belong now. Cold. Alone. Undesired.ā
āYouāreĀ not undesired,āĀ you sigh, brushing your fingers through his hair automatically.Ā āI just need to focus, sweetheart. ThisĀ examāsĀ worth half my grade.ā
His voice drops to a soft murmur.Ā āYou studied for six hours today already. And you studied for eight yesterday. I counted.ā
āYou counted?ā
āIĀ timed it,āĀ he says proudly.Ā āEven asked Sero to keep track in case I fell asleep.ā
You blink down at him.
āIĀ havenātĀ gotten a kiss. Or a cuddle. Or even one of those tiny littleĀ 'goodĀ boyāsĀ you give me when I bring you water. You used to care when I brought you water,āĀ he adds with a sniff.
Your hand stills in his hair.Ā āAre you seriously pouting over not getting praise for fetching me water bottles?ā
āYes.ā
He nuzzles your thigh like a cat, eyes half-lidded and sleepy.Ā āBecause I like being your good boy. And IĀ havenātĀ gotten to be your anything lately.ā
God, he really is pitiful.
Sweet, clingy, needy Denkiāyour favorite kind. And when youĀ donātĀ respond fast enough, he turns those golden eyes up toward you and whispers,Ā āYāknowā¦ Sero told me about this thingā¦ā
Your stomach tightens.Ā āWhat kind of thing?āĀ You know that every time he talks to Sero, he comes back home with some new hack to use on you.
He smiles likeĀ heāsĀ pleased with himself.Ā āI told him IĀ hadnātĀ gotten you to take a break, and he said maybe you just needed theĀ right kindĀ of study break.ā
You narrow your eyes.Ā āGo on.ā
āHe saidĀ thereāsĀ this thing I could do. SomethingĀ fun.Ā Something that would make you feelĀ reallyĀ good,āĀ he says, fingers trailing slowly up the inside of your leg, stopping right above your knee.Ā āYāknowā¦ to help you relax.ā
You raise an eyebrow.Ā āDid Sero tell you to go down on me?ā
āIĀ mean, heĀ didnātĀ sayĀ it in those exact wordsā¦ā
āDenki.ā
He grins, all wide-eyed and golden.Ā āButĀ IāmĀ not saying itĀ justĀ to distract you! I wanna make you feel good.Ā YouāveĀ been so stressed, baby. So tense. YouĀ havenātĀ even smiled today.ā
You stay quiet, letting your fingers resume their gentle scratching through his scalp.
āAnd you knowĀ IāmĀ good with my mouth,āĀ he adds, voice lower now.Ā āYou told me I was your favorite when I was using it for something good, remember? You said I was your best boy.ā
You click your pen closed and lean back in your chair, watching as his smile spreads into something smug.
āYouāreĀ gonna guilt me into taking a break with that pretty mouth of yours, huh?ā
He brightens instantly.Ā āIs it working?ā
āDepends. Are you going to beg again? Or was that it?ā
Denki immediately straightens his spine and looks up at you with soft, starry eyes.Ā āPlease let me taste you, baby. Please.Ā IāllĀ be so good.Ā IāllĀ make you feel so good.Ā IāveĀ been waitingĀ so long,Ā and I just want to make you happy again.ā
You hum, tilting your head.Ā āAnd this is purely selfless, of course.ā
āTotally.Ā One hundred percent. Just you, me, and a little bit of tongue therapy,āĀ heĀ grins, winking.
āTongue therapy?ā
He shrugs.Ā āItāsĀ a real thing. Sero says it worksĀ everyĀ time.ā
You snort, finally standing up from your chair and tugging him with you by the collar of his hoodie.
āIāmĀ giving you fifteen minutes to prove it,āĀ you murmur, dragging him toward the bed.
YouāreĀ barely settled back against the pillows beforeĀ heāsĀ dragging your shorts off with a reverence that makes your stomach flip.Ā ThereāsĀ a grin on his face, but his hands are shaking slightly fromĀ need*.*Ā ItāsĀ been days, andĀ itāsĀ likeĀ heāsstarving for you.
He moans the second your thighs open for him, palms sliding over your skin likeĀ heāsĀ touching something holy.Ā Youārenot even undressedĀ all the way, and he already looks blissed out.
āFuckā¦ missed thisā¦ missedĀ you,āĀ he whispers, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, then another, then another.
You arch a brow, fingers threading through his hair.Ā āYouāveĀ got fourteen minutes now.ā
He gasps,Ā āWait, that counted?ā
You tug his head closer.Ā āClockāsĀ ticking.ā
And with that, Denki dives in ā no more teasing, no hesitation. His mouth finds your heat with practiced desperation. Tongue sliding between your folds like heĀ was madeĀ for this. The first flick is a little eager, a little clumsy, but then he finds your rhythm, licking you with long, slow strokes that send heat coiling up your spine.
āGod, baby,āĀ you murmur, watching his lashes flutter.Ā āYouāreĀ Ā thisĀ needy for it?ā
He whines against your cunt, nodding without stopping, his hands gripping your thighs tighter likeĀ youāllĀ disappear if he lets go.
You guide his pace with the hand in his hair, letting your hips roll slightly with each suck, each swirl of his tongue.Ā Heāssloppier than usual, too far gone to be cocky about itānowĀ heāsĀ worshippingĀ you, like your pleasure is the only thing that matters. LikeĀ heāsĀ being fedĀ through your moans alone.
āThatāsĀ it,āĀ you breathe.Ā āMy pretty little thing.Ā YouāreĀ such a good boy whenĀ youāreĀ quiet and focused.ā
He groans like praise is better than oxygen.
It spurs him on, tongue flicking faster against your clit now, lips tightening around it, sucking just right. You let out a shaky breath and close your eyes for a second ā just long enough to feel him moan again, harder, like heĀ knowsĀ youāreclose.
You glance down, and that needy golden gaze is on you again, eyes wet and wide as he fucks you with his mouth. Every time you sigh, every time you twitch, every little noise you make ā it fuels him.
He pulls back just for a moment, panting, his chin slick and eyes dazed.Ā āAm I doing good?āĀ he whispers, voice hoarse.
āDoes this look like failure to you?ā
You spread your legs wider and drag him back in.
He moans likeĀ heāllĀ die there, happy.
You keep him there through your first orgasm ā and somehow your second.
By the time your thighs are shaking and his name is falling from your lips like a chant, Denki is glassy-eyed and high on the taste of you.
"Okay, baby. Come up here.ā
He shifts up the bed, crawling toward you with flushed cheeks and kiss-bruised lips, you realize he looks soĀ softĀ like this.
He flops beside you with a deep exhale, arms already snaking around your waist. His face presses into your chest like instinct, likeĀ heāsĀ been waiting all week to be back there.
"Was I good?āĀ he mumbles, words muffled against your skin.
You smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead.Ā āSo good, Denki. You were perfect for me.ā
He lets out a soft, sleepy whine.Ā āMmmā¦ I missed this so much. MissedĀ youĀ so muchā¦ā
āIĀ was literally in the same apartment,āĀ you tease gently, running your fingers over his back in long, soothing strokes.
āBut not like this,āĀ he huffs.Ā āNot where I could touch you. Not where I could doĀ that.ā
You giggle, just a little breathless.Ā āPoor baby. Suffering all alone while I studied.ā
āYouāreĀ evil,āĀ he mutters, snuggling impossibly closer.Ā āEvil and mean andĀ so hot.ā
You let him cling, let him press his whole weight into you as his breathing evens out.Ā HeāsĀ still a little buzzy, still overwhelmed even though youĀ didnātĀ touch him yourself.
So you stay quiet.
You stroke his back. You kiss his temple. You trace light circles on his spine.
Eventually, he speaks again, voice quieter now.
āThanks for letting me helpā¦ even if it was mostly for me.ā
You cup his cheek and tilt his face up. He looks soft, pliant, loved.
āItĀ wasnātĀ just for you,āĀ you say honestly.Ā āYou make me feel grounded. And really,Ā reallyĀ good.ā
That earns you a lazy grin ā and then another kiss to your collarbone.
He yawns.
āIāmĀ gonna sleep right here. You smell nice.ā
āYou always say that.ā
āBecauseĀ itāsĀ always true.ā
You roll your eyes, smiling as he practically melts over you like a blanket.Ā YouāreĀ still tangled togetherĀ when you feel him shift slightly, voice barely above a whisper.
āWill you wake me up with kisses tomorrow?ā
You glance down, brushing a strand of blond hair from his forehead.
āOnly if you promise to make breakfast whileĀ IāmĀ still in bed.ā
| a/n: this is a scenario because I fight for my life doing headcanons and I wanted to post, also just realized this is only four characters because I deleted the other half
| Characters: Izuku, Bakugou, Denki, Tamaki
Izuku
Izukuās fingers tremble against your skin, his breathing was uneven as you traced lazy circles on his thigh. His whole body taut with tension, his lips parted for soft, stuttering gasps.
āY-Y/Nā¦ā His voice is barely above a whisper.
You tilt your head. āWhat is it, baby?ā
His face burns as he grips onto your sleeve, desperate for something to hold onto. āI-I needā¦ pleaseāā he tucked his head into your side.
You move his head, pressing a kiss against his jaw, letting your lips brush against his skin as you murmur, āYou need what, sweetheart?ā
His breath shudders. He knows what you want him to say. And despite the heat flooding his cheeks, he lets his voice waver with a desperate plea.
āPlease, I need youā¦ I canāt wait anymore.ā
You hum in satisfaction, cupping his chin. āGood boy.ā
Bakugou
Katsuki glares up at you, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his whole body stiff with resistance. āIām not gonna beg,ā he growls, voice low and defiant.
You smirk, dragging your fingers down his chest, watching the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. āNo?ā You moved a little on his lap, giving him a feel of the friction heās desperate for.
His breath hitches, jaw tightening as he fights against the way his body reacts. Heās stubborn, but you can see itāthe slight quiver in his fingers, the way his legs shift beneath him.
You lean in, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear. āSay it, Katsuki.ā
He shudders. His fingers twitch. He swallows hard.
āF-Fuckā¦ā His voice cracks, his head dropping back slightly.
Your voice got quieter, āOr Iāll leave.ā Gripping his chin roughly,
He looked so pitiful shaking his head, losing the attitude from beforeāNOāI canāt take it anymore. Please.ā His voice is rough, broken. His eyes squeeze shut as he exhales sharply. āPlease, IāI need you.ā
You grin, pressing a kiss against his heated skin. āHow
about no.ā You lifted off of him and watched his eyes widen and brow furrow.
Denki
Denki is a mess beneath you, his fingers digging into your arms as he writhes. āB-Babe, cāmon, p-pleaseāā He took his bottom lip between his teeth.
You hum, tilting your head. āThatās not real begging.ā
His whole body jolts, his lips parting in a breathless whimper. āW-What?ā
You trail a hand down his side gripping his waist, he twitched at your touch. āI said,ā you murmur, āsay it like you mean it.ā
His breath stutters, his fingers tightening around you.
āO-Okay! Okay! Please, IāI need you so badāf-fuck,ā You hand trailed down into his pants and you groped his thigh tenderly.
You press a soft kiss to his jaw, grinning. āMuch better baby.ā
Tamaki
Tamakiās lashes flutter as he clutches at your sleeve, his breath coming in soft, uneven gasps.
āB-Baby, Iā¦ I-I donāt know if I canā¦ā His voice is barely audible, thick with hesitance and need.
You press a soft kiss against his collarbone. āYou can,ā you whisper.
His whole body shudders beneath you, his grip on you tightening. āButā¦ I-thats so embarrassingā¦ā His voice trails off, his cheeks flushed as he hides his face against your shoulder.
You smirk, fingers threading through his dark hair. āBeg for it.ā
His lips part in a shaky breath. You wait.
And then, in a voice so fragile it nearly breaksā
āP-Pleaseā¦ please, I-I need youā¦ā
You smile, brushing your lips against his ear. āYou need me to what tama?ā
He let out another one of those cute whines, sounding like he was going to cry. āI need you toā¦touch my um-ā
āWhen did you get so shy hm?ā you lightly squeezed his thigh so close to what he wanted. It was like torture, your hand was so soft and warm, he couldnāt take it anymore.
āt-touch my cockā¦please,ā he finally got it out, it was so cute watching him shy away from saying certain things even though he really wants them.
| cw: woc yn, fem reader, alcohol mentioned, social drinking, mild swearing, and casual teasing
| You finally got to the venue and met up with Mina, you get to met the band and honestlyā¦they love you! After the performance, you spend the rest of the night with Mina and the band. With playful banter, hyping each other up, and some last-minute excitement about your first day at U.A., the night feels like the perfect start to a new chapter in your life.
Mina tugs you toward the front of the venue, where dim stage lights spill through the cracks of the door. A small crowd has already gathered outside, their energy buzzing with anticipation. By the entrance, a bouncer stands rigid, occasionally glancing at his watch. Without hesitation, Mina strides up and gives him a quick wave. He nods and opens the door without a word.
āWow, I feel like VIP,ā you joke, glancing around as you take in the scene.
The inside of the venue is has this moody glow. Red and orange tinted accent lights and dim overhead lights casting long shadows across the space. The stage sits at the far end, slightly elevated, with a backdrop of LED panels that pulse faintly in sync with the low hum of speakers. Instruments are set up, cables snaking across the floor, and a few crew members move efficiently in the background, making last-minute adjustments.
The air carries a blend of excitement and the familiar scent of wood, fruity drinks, and something faintly metallicāprobably from the old stage equipment. Small, round tables are scattered around the room. The standing area near the stage is already filling up with eager concertgoers. The walls are adorned with band posters, some signed, giving the venue a well-worn but intimate feel. A neon sign above the bar casts a soft glow over a lineup of drinks, where a few bartenders chat idly as they prepare for the night ahead.
The energy is already electric, with a quiet anticipation hanging in the air as people settle in, waiting for the show to start.
Mina pulls you through the room to a tucked-away corner near the green room, three people are chatting casually, exuding that effortless band energy. You recognized them as her friends and the band you were there to see tonight.
As soon as you guys walked into the room one of the band members greeted you both. āAh, I gonna assume youāre yn! Minaās been hyping you up all night.ā You smiled looking over to your friend who quickly turned to also look to her left. Then someone else started talking, youāre pretty sure Mina said her name was Jirou?
āYeah, I heard you have āimmaculate music taste.āā She raised an eyebrow but you could tell it was in a joking manner. You laughed before speaking, āI donāt know about immaculate, but Iāll take the compliment.
Mina nudged you with a cheesy grin on her face, āSee? You already fit in.ā You rolled your eyes playfully appreciating how loving she was.
He grinned at the two of you before officially introducing himself. āIām Kaminari! Though Iām sure Mina told you that,ā Then he turned to a girl with black hair, āThatās Jirou, our lead singer and hereās Tokoyami our drummer!ā
He turned to the side slightly a pulled over him over place a hand over his head filled with black hair.
As you exchanged introductions, there was a knock on the green room door, signaling the show was about to start. A low murmur spread through the crowd as people turned their attention toward the stage, the anticipation in the air becoming almost tangible.
Jirou glanced over, adjusting the strap of her guitar. āLooks like itās time for us to head up,ā she said with a small smirk.
Kaminari clapped his hands together, grinning. āYeah, time to give the people what they came for!ā
Tokoyami gave a curt nod before stepping out the door with the other two following. Mina nudged you excitedly, already pulling out her phone. āCāmon, letās get a good spot!ā
As the band moved into position on stage, the excitement buzzing between them like static before a storm. As they adjust their mics and instruments, you pull out your phone, fingers hovering over Instagram.
The lights dim, chatter in the venue dies down, a wave of anticipation spreads through the crowd. The stage is bathed in a mix of deep red and orange hues, casting long shadows as the silhouettes of the band step into place. A low hum vibrates through the speakers before a single note rings out, cutting through the silence. The music kicks ināelectric, raw, and full of life, immediately catching your ear.
Denkiās fingers fly across the guitar, and he moved his body in sync with the rhythm as he leans into the microphone to hype up the crowd. Jirou walks the stage effortlessly, her voice carrying through the venue with a balance of grit and melody, honestly sending shivers down your spine. Tokoyami sat behind the drum set, his movements precise but intense. The deep thud of the bass drum pulsing in your ear like a second heartbeat.
The audience swayed and jumped with the beat, some singing along while others lose themselves in the sound. Mina nudges you with a wide grin, her phone raised to record parts of the performance.
The energy in the room keeps building with each song, the synergy between the band and the crowd becoming almost electric. You find yourself nodding along, drawn into the music despite never having heard their set before. The way Jirouās voice rises in the chorus, Kaminariās wild strumming, and Tokoyamiās steady rhythmāeverything blends together into an experience you didnāt expect to enjoy this much.
You laughed, shaking your head. Truthfully, you had been so caught up in the night that youād nearly forgotten about your first day at U.A. that coming Monday. But with Mina making sure youāre not alone, promising to introduce you to the hundreds of people she knew, the nerves felt a little less overwhelming. If tonight was anything to go by, maybe this new chapter would be even better than you imagined.
As the last note fades and the applause erupts, the band takes a moment to soak in the cheers. A thin layer of sweat clings to their skin from the intensity of the performance, but their smiles are wide and genuine.
āThank you all for coming!! We love seeing you all, especially returning faces!ā Denki grinned, winking playfully as the crowd erupted in cheers. The energy in the room was still buzzing, electric and alive.
Jirou leaned into her mic, smirking as she scanned the audience. āYou guys were loud tonight,ā she mused, earning another wave of excited shouts. āThatās what we like to hear.ā Tokoyami gave a small nod from behind the drums, his voice steady as he added, āMusic thrives in the presence of passion.ā
Denki chuckled, strumming a final note on his guitar. āCouldnāt have said it better myself. Weāll see you all next time!ā With that, the band gave a final wave before stepping off stage, the lingering echoes of their set still ringing in the air.
Mina grabbed your wrist, pulling you toward the side of the stage where the band is cooling down. āSo?ā she prompts, practically bouncing on her heels. āWhatād you think?ā
Jirou wipes a hand over her forehead before giving you a knowing look. āBe honest. You didnāt expect to have that much fun, did you?ā
Denki laughs, slinging an arm over her shoulder. āYeah, yeah, we saw you vibing. You canāt lie now.ā
Tokoyami crosses his arms, nodding solemnly. āMusic speaks to all souls.ā
You chuckle, shaking your head. āOkay, fine. Iāll admit itāyou guys were good. Better than I expected, and I set a high expectation.ā
Denki pumps a fist in the air. āAnother one converted! Welcome to the fan club.ā
Mina throws an arm around your shoulders. āSee? Told you they were worth the hype.ā
Jirou smirks. āGuess that means youāll be at our next show?ā
You shrug, a teasing lilt to your voice. āGuess I donāt have a choice now, huh?ā
Mina laughs, and the night stretches on between you all, filled with conversation and lingering adrenaline from the performance. The energy from the show still thrummed around you all, mixing with the warmth of new friendships forming in real time. Denki playfully nudged you, grinning. āYou better be ready for U.A., because with Mina as your tour guide, you wonāt get a moment to breathe.ā
Jirou smirked, sipping from her drink. āSheās basically the unofficial welcome committee. By the end of the first week, everyoneās gonna know your name.ā
Mina gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest. āExcuse me? Iām an excellent guide. I make sure my people are taken care of!ā She turned to you with a reassuring smile. āSeriously, donāt worry, I got you.ā
